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A Simple Act of Kindness	By : Demona_Andariel Category: -Movies Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 1897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Texas Chainsaw Massacre, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Elizabeth opened her eyes. She was in her car. Stepping out, she looked at her surroundings. In front of her was a motel. She didn’t recognize the place, but it didn’t matter. Her heart jumped with relief. Clearly, her fucked up brain decided to imagine herself getting raped by some backwaters, deformed giant of a man.
Her senses told her to look to her right and she did. Jason walked towards her, holding the key to a room. Jason… Handsome, tall, blonde young man roughly her age. He’d picked her up in the morning and offered to drive her anywhere. The two had bonded in the car and she’d decided she was going to fuck him. She rubbed her legs together as she felt a tingle of anticipation.
He reached out and she eagerly took his hand, allowing him to lead her into their room. The sooner the better. She had to get the horrible daydream out of her mind. She looked around, the room both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Her heartbeat quickened. Did she really want this? Was she really ready? She didn’t even know him that well. What if he was all charm but he just wanted to use her and then leave her?
Jason stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her, raining kisses and little nibbles on her neck as his hand went down into her pants. Her body jolted as his fingers brushed against her clit. Okay, fine. She did want this.
She leaned back into him, allowing herself to moan out his name. And his labored breath warmed and tickled the back of her neck.
Elizabeth’s eyes snapped open as her breathing labored. She was lying on her right side in bed completely naked. There was a tension in her stomach as her body was building up towards an orgasm. Thomas’ right hand was between her legs, rubbing and playing with her.
She panicked and tried to move, only to have his left arm wrap tightly around her and pull her closer to his body as he picked up the pace. He wasn’t doing it right anymore. The orgasm that had been building up began to fade, much to her primal mind’s frustration.
She let out a whimper and then went limp, allowing him to do what he wanted. Why did she care? She could feel his hard cock rub against her backside. Not again. She still felt sore from the first time they’d done it. He hadn’t tried to have sex with her afterward. Letting her curl up on the bed and fall asleep. She wasn’t even sure when he had joined her. But at some point he had. And clearly, he was trying to get her ready to fuck again.
She glanced up, looking towards the door, surprised to see her reflection staring back at her. Thomas was also looking at her. His face, half buried, in her hair. He had been the one breathing down her neck and kissing her. Her brain had incorporated that into her dream. She quickly looked down, hating the way she saw herself, instead focusing her attention on the bed.
He slowed down his finger movements, eyes watching as he dipped one finger inside of her. She couldn’t help but move. One part of her wanted to get away from him, while another welcomed his advances. It was a strange combination of her pushing away from him, while her hips moved down onto his finger. She bit her lip, but that didn’t stop a whimper from escaping. His left arm gently played with her right breast, sending more signals down to her core. A second then third finger joined the first and she found her hips moving of their own volition as she slowly fucked his fingers.
He rocked against her. His cock moving up and down her back, then he scooted down and she felt his cock brush against her pussy. She shook her head and bit her lip again, locking her ankles together in a desperate attempt to make him stop. She was afraid. The memories of their first time together came to her mind. She was still sore, she still hurt. She needed time to rest.
He pushed up, his cock slipped over her pussy and started to press into her asshole. Her eyes opened in a panic and she grabbed his leg with her left hand. “Wait,” she breathed. Her body shook in fear. It was either her pussy or ass. Slowly, she looked up at the mirror, locking eyes with him. He still grinded behind her, but he wasn’t trying to get in her yet. His cock sent weird signals to her body.
She opened her mouth, breathing more heavily as the sensations of what his hand was doing made her pussy crave for more. She lifted her left leg up, and put it over his to open herself up more easily to him. She clenched onto the bedsheet with her right hand and closed her eyes. That didn’t stop her body from telling her what was happening.
His cock slipped past her again. She felt his hand move her labia open and then his cock started to slip through. Still as big as her brain remembered, she was surprised to realize that it didn’t hurt this time. It was probably a combination of the small wet dream she was starting to have and the fact that he had been playing with her pussy, getting her well and good lubricated. She couldn’t help but let out a gasp as he slowly started to fill her up. His cock head was the biggest part of him, and once that was all in it would be easier.
She felt him in as he made short, shallow thrusts, just the head of his cock making the most contact. Her body begged for more. He quickly pushed into her, completely filling her up with one hard push. She couldn’t help but let out a gasp of pleasure and surprise. Her left hand moved from his leg and quickly found his left hand. She found her fingers intertwining with his as she pulled him close. She desperately clung to his hand as if it were the only thing that could keep her leveled, as his cock sent waves of pleasure through her.
She hunched her head down. His right hand returned to toying with her clit while his left hand didn’t let her go. She was crying, or was she moaning? Either way, she knew sounds of pleasure were escaping her with every thrust. Her hips moved of their own volition as her primal mind figured out his tempo and worked with him.
She hated the fact she was making him hold her. Hated that she felt like she needed some sort of deep connection. She hated the sound of his body slapping against hers. Of her wetness making it easier for him to violate her. The primal part of her mind loved it.
She could feel it, the edge of her release. Then, his cock and fingers hit the right spot at the right time and her orgasm swept over her. He groaned as her body clenched down on him. Her walls demanding he orgasm as well. She let him go as she let the pent up feelings wash through her. His left hand grabbed onto her thigh as he picked up pace to achieve his own release.
Another grunt and a moan, and then he stilled behind her as his cock twitched in her.
Tears streamed down her face as he slipped out of her. He played with her little bit more, dipping his fingers inside her as if he was trying to stop his cum from spilling out of her.
She didn’t move, despite her disgust. Letting out a sigh, he got up and left the bed. She covered herself with the blanket as she watched him dress. He put on his mask then turned and looked at her. She couldn’t give him any reaction. She just felt hollow inside.
He turned again and left her alone in the room.
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Luda Mae didn’t let Elizabeth wallow in self-pity the entire day. By noon, Elizabeth was forced to get up and do something. She opted to clean, starting with the room she was going to spend a lot of time in. Grabbing the sheets and blankets, she made her way down the stairs, and to the laundry room that Luda Mae had pointed out. Slipping the sheets inside the washer, she paused and stared at the little stain of blood. She gulped and closed the lid, starting the washer before stepping out of the room.
“Surprised ya ain’t waddling around,” Hoyt’s drawl sent chills down her spine. She turned as he stepped out of the kitchen, chewing on some jerky. “I’ve seen the pecker on that kid.” His eyes looked her up and down without a hint of shame.
She took a step back, wrapping her arms around her chest. Glad that her clothes weren’t revealing, but she still felt like his eyes were undressing her.
“Luda Mae’s convinced you were a virgin,” he continued. “But, I find that hard to believe, ‘specially with how ya move. I heard ya moaning like a whore last night ‘n this mornin’.”
He took a step toward her and she bumped into the wall. His smile only widened as he trapped her between his two arms.
“Now, hows about you show me a little bit of what you were doin’-”
She slapped him, much to her surprise. Anger and rage filled his eyes as he brought up his hand to backhand her. She took that moment to drop down and scurry away. Her feet hit a bucket, sending it rolling down the hall.
“Everything alright?” Luda Mae shouted as she walked out of the kitchen. She wiped her hands on her apron, eyes moving from Elizabeth then back to Hoyt.
Elizabeth nodded her head as she grabbed some cleaning supplies. “I’m clumsy,” she said and quickly ran up the stairs and closed the door to her room. Her heartbeat wildy and she slowly collapsed onto the ground.
She didn’t leave the room, ignoring the hunger as she cleaned till it looked pristine. She didn’t want to run into Hoyt again. And cleaning let her mind go blank.
“Elizabeth, dinner!” Luda Mae shouted up the stairs.
Elizabeth ignored her call as she focused on a particularly dirty spot in the baseboard molding. The door opened made her stop and look over. Thomas stood in the doorway, watching her. “I’m not hungry,” she lied.
She could see it in his eyes that he didn’t care. He took a step forward and she quickly got up, wiping her hands on her jeans.
“Okay,” she relented and followed him down the stairs. His hand reached down and squeezed her ass before they entered the dining room.
“Dinner’s getting cold, dearie,” Luda Mae chided.
“Sorry,” Elizabeth said as she sat down in the same chair she had sat during their first dinner. Her stomach growled as she smelled the food.
Thomas handed her a plate. The lasagna smelled so good. But, she could see the ground up meat in it.
“Oh, dear,” Luda Mae exclaimed as she went back into the kitchen and came out with another plate of food, before Elizabeth could comment. “I’ve made this without meat for now for you. But, you will soon have to start eating meat. Need to help that baby grow big and strong. I know you say you’re allergic, but I’m pretty sure you’re not allergic to this kind. However, we’ll wait till doc comes by for a visit.”
Elizabeth took her plate, muttering a thank you. Her lie about being allergic still saved her for now. What did the woman mean by this kind of meat? Thomas dug into his plate, happily eating his portion as she slowly ate her food.
Baby… She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t thought about that. Her heartbeat picked up a little. It did make sense. Him cumming in her then sometimes seeming to try to make sure nothing spilled out. Joke was on them. Although accidents could happen, she had an IUD put in her before her trip, figuring she was going to try to bang her sadness away. Now it was a welcome protection.
Thomas pushed over the plate of uneaten meaty lasagna and looked at her expectantly.
“Thanks,” she said, but pushed it away from her. “I’m content for now.”
Hoyt snorted.
Thomas’ hand slipped across her leg, making her jump.
Luda Mae’s eyes sparkled. “Crazy kids,” she said with a chuckle. “You two go enjoy yourselves, I’ll do the dishes for today.”
Elizabeth wanted to protest, but Thomas gripped onto her hand and pulled her out of her chair. She glanced over at Hoyt who licked his lips and winked at her. That look made her grab onto Thomas more tightly. For whatever reason, her brain would rather Thomas rape her than Hoyt. And, she had a feeling that Thomas was the reason she was still alive. Which made her wonder. What happened to Jason? Was he killed by these people to get to her?
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