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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
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Thomas closed his eyes, picking up speed as he thrusted into her. Elizabeth hung limp, just letting him go through the motions. She laid on her back in the bed, ass lifted up from the pillow under her, and he was on his knees, holding her body as he tried new positions. Her mind traveled far away as she’d done recently.
Elizabeth felt like she was just a passenger in her own life. Shortly after dinner her second night there, she found herself zoning out. She didn’t fight Thomas, letting him fuck her when he wanted. But most of the time, she just lay there. The times she did become active, working with him was when her mind allowed her to think of Jason. He was the only clear image in her brain since they had recently traveled together. She didn’t particularly love him, in the end she doubted she would have dated him even if that were an option. But he was far more handsome. The unfortunate thing was, there were many times Thomas’ cock felt good. Really good. There were a few times she started to fuck him back as him. But she had stopped herself. In her mind, it was the only thing she could do to punish him. Make him do all the work and just lay there. She couldn’t feel good because of him.
Jason, she thought, biting her lip and closing her eyes. She felt herself starting to move her hips as she pretended she was with another lover.
Suddenly, Thomas stopped, letting out a frustrated noise. She frowned as he pulled out. He hadn’t finished yet. He got off the bed, quickly put on his clothes before leaving. That was new. He’d always made sure to cum in her. Always made sure to pat her belly.
Letting out a sigh, she rolled out of bed. She didn’t care, she thought as she got dressed. How much worse could her life get? He still hadn’t forced her to orally please him and he didn’t think about going down on her. At least, she assumed he didn’t. He liked using his hands, and ugh, it was so frustrating that at times they felt good. She almost preferred his fingers. He was a bit more gentle recently, as if exploring her. The moment he got his cock in her though it was pound away.
She shivered. That was a good thing though. The more rough he was, the better to hate him. She paused before leaving the room. The morning after her first rape came to mind. He’d been soft and gentle. Although the initial penetration was quick and hard. After that, he’d set up a pace that actually made her feel good. That caused a tremendous conflict in her brain as she realized she’d enjoyed every last second of it, despite hating herself. She cringed a little thinking about how he almost went for her ass.
If he had, she’d probably be waddling as Hoyt thought she should, if she moved at all. Thomas barely did enough foreplay to get her wet. He probably would barely do anything before sticking something so big into her ass. She shuddered at the thought of him ramming himself into her as he did.
It was a peaceful day. Luda Mae was in the house somewhere, she could hear humming. Hoyt thankfully was gone during the day most of the time. She hated seeing him at dinner, but other than his quick lecherous looks at her while Tommy wasn’t looking, he hadn’t tried anything. Elizabeth curled up on the couch and looked out the big living room window.
She lazily traced the couch. This was her life for the foreseeable future. She hadn’t tried to escape. First, she didn’t know where she was. Second, she was pretty sure she’d be caught. She counted on her fingers her time there. Four days. She’d been there for four very long days. But that felt like an eternity.
She tapped one finger on the couch. Try to escape? Which way would she go? Run a straight line, don’t stop until she gets to a town. That wasn’t smart. She was in Texas. The next town could be so far away it’d take her days to get there. And it was hot. If she didn’t have any water she’d die of thirst if nothing else.
She tapped her middle finger on the couch. Death? If she tried to escape, they catch her. And then what? There was no telling. Hoyt would probably get his chance to rape her. Would they torture her for trying to leave? Set it up so that she’d be chained till Thomas finally put a baby in her?
At the very least, right now, she had some freedom.
She tapped her ring finger on the couch. Life had thrown her a lot of lemons. And she’d found a way to work through every obstacle thrown her way. If Jason was alive and they hadn’t killed him to get to her, maybe he was out there somewhere. Maybe tomorrow she’d be rescued. Her spirit started to return as resolve filled her core. She was a survivor. Always had been. If rescue didn’t come then she’d have to bide her time. She needed to wait for the right moment. Thomas’ goal was to put a baby in her. And that gave her a lot of time to figure something out, barring any accidents. Which was possible, but she’d deal with that if it came up.
She ran her four fingers along the couch side, heart fluttering. Thomas would soon get bored with her, especially if she kept doing the thing of lying there like a limp fish. This morning he seemed frustrated. Was it because of that? If he got bored with her would she be given to Hoyt for a while and then killed? At least Thomas tried to get her wet. He enjoyed touching her pussy. She couldn’t imagine Hoyt caring. Maybe a little so he didn’t hurt himself too badly. But she could imagine him being cruel. Wanting her to bleed and cry in pain.
Maybe, she could show Thomas to be more gentle with her. Show him what she liked and didn’t like to make her having sex with him much more bearable.
A presence in the room interrupted her thoughts. She turned and spotted Thomas in the doorway. She gave him a little smile. “Hi,” she said softly. Her voice had that pleasant kindness to it that it did the first night when she apologized to Thomas for looking away from him. He still wore that ugly weird looking mask. She couldn’t touch it. It always gave her the chills.
He was wearing a dirty, stained butcher’s apron over his button shirt and black pants. Well, now was as good of a time as any. Mustering all of her strength, she got off the couch and strolled over to him. Her heart beat wildly in her chest. Would he believe this change of mood? Tentatively, she reached her right hand out for his hairy arm and ran her fingers along it. Finally, she looked up. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I upset you this morning, I think. I haven’t been myself. I’ve been really scared. I’ve been trying to figure things out.” She gulped, running her hand along his broad chest. “I’ve just been doing a lot of thinking, is all. Can I make things better?”
He bent down, crashing his mouth almost a little too hard into hers. She couldn’t help but tense, feeling the strange texture of the mask on her face. But then she relaxed, letting her hands rub his chest. He closed his eyes, groaning. Then he grabbed her arm, squeezing tightly as he pulled her towards the basement.
Her heartbeat picked up again, but she followed. She hated basements. He practically dragged her down the stairs. He was in such a rush. She tried to resist. She didn’t want to have sex in the basement.
“Thomas?” Elizabeth did her best to hide her horror and fear. The basement was dark, dank, dreary and filled with stuff she didn’t want to know. There was blood seemingly everywhere. And then, turning the corner, she saw him.
Jason, the man who she had been traveling with, was hanging from two large hooks that were up on the ceiling. His left leg was gone and there was a bandage around his stump.
She placed her hand over her mouth and bit back her screams. A horrible truth seemed to open up to her. The meat that the family had been eating was human meat. She wanted to run away, cry and puke.
Thomas held onto her elbow roughly and pulled her closer.
Jason opened his eyes, spotting Thomas first, he jerked back as if he were trying to escape. He let out a cry of pain at his movements. Then his eyes met Elizabeth.
For a moment, the two seemed to communicate just by looks alone. He was partly relieved that she was alive, while at the same time he was horrified that they were in this situation. There had only been two hopeful scenarios in her head. Either, everyone had lied to her and Jason had died in the car accident or they killed him after. Or, Jason was alive and hopefully out there looking for her, or at least getting the authorities to look for her. She never imagined that he’d been hanging on hooks in the basement.
He was still handsome, despite missing a leg and covered in grime and dried blood.
Thomas’ hand slipped down into her pants, making her panic. “No, Thomas, please,” she begged as she tried to stop him. He wrapped his other arm around her, clutching one breast tightly, holding her to his chest. There was no way could escape his assault.
“Leave her alone you piece of shit!” Jason shouted. He cried out in pain as his emotions caused him to involuntarily move.
“Thomas, please, stop,” she begged as her breathing deepened. Despite how he was making it seem, he wasn’t being rough with his fingers. He was easing around her, teasing her. Sometimes he’d brush over her clit, causing her to jump involuntarily. “No,” she whispered, not looking at Jason. Thankfully, he seemed to listen as he pulled his hand out of her pants. Then she felt him push her down. He’d removed his apron, his eyes never leaving Jason’s face. “Thomas, please, no,” she begged again. Her face, too close to his crotch. “Not in front of him.”
Thomas looked down, petting her hair. Did he see the tears in her eyes? The terror? It didn’t matter as he pushed her head closer to his crotch. Why did he want to humiliate her like this? She knew she was crying as she undid his belt, dropped his pants and underwear.
Jason yelled something then cried out in pain. The meat hooks he was on creaked as they swayed. She didn’t know what he said. Her ears were ringing as she stared at Thomas’ cock. His manly musk invaded her senses. He wasn’t exactly super clean, but he wasn’t super dirty either. His hand patted her head, but she could feel his fingers start to dig a little more painfully in her scalp. Spitting on her hands for some sort of lubricant, she started to slowly massage his cock, making sure to gently massage his balls as well. She’d read that men liked that. She’d never sucked dick before. Maybe, she could get away with a handjob. Maybe she could make him cum and that’s all she’ll have to deal with in front of Jason. That wouldn’t be so bad. Thomas moaned and slowly started to rock his hips. He pushed her face closer to his semi-erect dick, but she planted one hand on his hip, fighting him.
She looked up and he looked down at her. She wasn’t going to escape it. She could see it in his eyes. She gulped then bent to swallow his cock. She kept one hand on his hip to try to control his bucking. She didn’t want him fucking her mouth the way he fucked her pussy. Thomas groaned, placing his hand behind her head. A sob in the distance came from Jason. “You fuck!”
Elizabeth did her best to figure out what to do. No teeth, use tongue, suck? She couldn’t help but gag as he went in too deep sometimes. But that seemed to turn him on more. Her jaw hurt, he was big and she was stressed at the situation. Making it harder for her to open her mouth. If the two were alone, maybe she’d have an easier time. To her surprise, Thomas seemed to realize why her hand was on his hip, as he slowed his bucking. He would eventually pick up and she told herself she’d swallow. She had to. She tried to relax.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth with a pop, confusing her. He pulled her to her feet and started to shuffle away, and then he pushed her in front of a metal table so that she was facing Jason.
“Thomas?” she asked fearfully. His fingers went back into her pants as he grinded his hard cock over them. No. His hot breath blew in her ear.
“I said, leave her alone, you ugly fuck,” Jason shouted again.
She shot a panicked gaze toward Jason, shaking her head in an attempt to get him to stop. Thomas pulled his hand out of her pants, then quickly and swiftly pulled her shirt over her head. She tried to cover herself, but Thomas didn’t let her as he grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her. She involuntarily felt his cock and tried to keep her hands away from him as he started to grind on her. He pulled her back so that her breast stuck out even more.
“I’m sorry,” Jason’s voice was just loud enough for Elizabeth to hear.
“Thomas, no, please,” Elizabeth begged, but Thomas didn’t listen, slamming her onto the table just hard enough to jostle her. She tried to look back, tried to find a way to reason with him, but then she looked into his eyes. He wasn’t looking at her, as he roughly tried to take her pants off. He was glaring at Jason. “Thomas! Please.” Elizabeth wailed as she felt a breeze against her bare ass. She felt his hard cock slide up and down behind her.
Her eyes met Jason’s. He was fighting so hard to stay in control. She could see the tears of frustration as he tried his best not to make things more painful for her.
Elizabeth let out a shriek as he rammed into her. Her breasts moved sharply forward with each thrust he made.
“Leave her alone!” Jason screamed, partly in pain, partly in anger. The metal hooks he was on moved again, making him cry out more.
Elizabeth bit her lip to try to control her cries. She leaned down, to cover her breasts. And she wanted to be nice to this monster? She could already feel the familiar tension developing in her stomach. She hated the fact that his cock stimulated her pussy. Fuck, she didn’t want Jason to see her come while she was being raped.
A particularly painful jab caused her to cry out. And then another. She looked back at Thomas, but he still wasn’t watching her. He kept his hands firmly on her ass, not even trying to help give her pleasure. Why was he being so rough with her? Was her blowjob skills that bad?
She looked up at Jason who met her eyes then looked away. Thomas roughly jabbed her again, clearly intending to give her pain to make her cry out. She couldn’t help but yelp. Jason returned his gaze on them. As he did, Thomas grabbed her hair and pulled her back. She held onto the table to give her leverage, and then Thomas’ left arm moved forward to grab her breast as he increased speed.
To her horror, her brain came up with an answer to what was happening. It felt like Thomas was proving to Jason just how much of a man he was. That he owned her and not Jason. Each time Jason tried to look away Thomas made her scream so that Jason would watch. And now, Thomas was teasing Jason. Making him watch her facial expressions and her breasts bounce up and down.
There was little doubt in her mind that Jason had a hard on. Wasn’t too difficult to see since he was only wearing underwear.
Thomas picked up pace, nearing his end. As he did, he dug one of his hands between her legs, looking for her clit. The moment he found it, he rubbed. There was no stopping the orgasm as it washed over her, much to her shame and humiliation. Her body started to go limp as she had exerted all of her energy. Thomas wasn’t too far behind. He grunted and then thrusted in her one last time. She felt the warmness in her belly as he came. When he was done he let her collapse on the floor.
“You sick, fucking freak,” Jason yelled.
“Don’t,” Elizabeth whispered, as she tried to catch her breath.
Thomas started walking toward his victim.
“You had to rape a woman to prove you’re a man? You fucking piece of shit freak. You’re nothing but a-” He let out a terrible shriek of pain.
Elizabeth sharply looked up, half expecting to see Jason’s stomach cut open. She brought her hands to her mouth to keep herself from screaming. Thomas had Jason’s cock in his hand, cleaver in the other. Casually, Thomas dropped Jason’s cock in front of him.
Jason convulsed then rolled his eyes in the back of his head as he fainted.
Elizabeth tore her eyes away from her dying companion and met Thomas’. He watched her. Eyes filled with something. She couldn’t keep the terror and horror out of her eyes. She needed to leave. She had to get out of there. She pulled up her pants and threw on her shirt and ran up the stairs to get away from the whole scene.
“Woa, there, babydoll. Where do you think you’re going?” Hoyt asked as she ran into his arms.
She automatically pushed him away. Her mind racing. She didn’t bother going to the front door. Even if it wasn’t locked, there was no way she’d get away from them. And if she tried she’d only get dragged back and probably killed. Instead, she ran to the only place she could think was safe. Thomas’ room.
She threw open her door and slammed it shut. Finding her favorite dark corner, she put herself in there. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she cried. Cried for the situation, cried for Jason, cried for herself.
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“Lizzy dear, dinner!” Luda Mae called out. Elizabeth didn’t answer, waiting in her room. She half expected to hear Thomas or Hoyt storm up the stairs. Half expect her door to be kicked down and for her to be dragged downstairs to eat with them. But, no one came for her.
She never wanted to eat again. Human meat? She’d rather starve. Her heartbeat quickened as she imagined one of the family forcing her to eat. At this point, she wouldn’t put it past them.
Hesitantly, she walked to the door and opened it. No one was in the hall. She moved quietly, reaching the stairs before she heard the voices. Lying down on her stomach, she strained to hear their words.
“What I’m telling ya boy,” Hoyt’s clearly excited voice said. “Give ‘er to me. I’ll whip that bitch up to shape.”
Thomas let out a cry of distress.
“Don’t you dare, Hoyt,”Luda Mae reprimanded. “That girl’s gonna have Thomas’ baby, not yours.”
There was a moment of silence. “What I’m saying is I can teach her without putting a baby in her. Have ya been doing what I told ya to, Tommy boy?”
“Hoyt!” Luda Mae snapped. “Have you been telling Thomas how to have sex with her?”
There was some silence. Thomas let out a noise.
“God dammit, you son of a bitch!”
“Hey,” Hoyt exclaimed as another slap sound echoed through the house.
“Thomas, honey. You gotta go easy on the girl. Your uncle likes far more aggressive and advanced whores. You have a true wife. Be gentle. I know you have that in you, baby,” Luda Mae said sweetly. “We don’t want her doing anything drastic.”
Elizabeth shivered. That would explain Thomas’ aggressiveness. Hoyt was responsible for the way Thomas raped her. She had a feeling that Hoyt didn’t want to teach Thomas anything. One horrible truth crossed her mind. Hoyt needed Thomas’ okay to rape her.
There was a loud smack, followed by Hoyt’s cry.
“You were the one to put that silly idea in Thomas’ mind weren’t you? To have the two of them have sex in front of the meat?”
“I was just trying to help Thomas,” Hoyt said. She didn’t have to see him to know he was lying. “She needs to start accepting the truth. She needs to see the meat for what it is, and realize that Thomas is the best thing for her.”
Or, Elizabeth thought to herself. You wanted me terrified. You’re trying to break me so that Thomas won’t want me and you can have me before I’m killed.
“Hoyt, that girl will come around. She’s got a kind soul like Thomas. But, if we keep pushing her, eventually we’ll break her. And we can’t have that. Thomas deserves to have a family. So, start being on your best behavior! Thomas, go upstairs with this and your food and eat with her. Try to comfort her.”
Quickly and quietly, Elizabeth got up and went back to her room. Her stomach flipped and flopped as she tried not to puke. She had a lot to think about. But first, she had to come to a decision. Did she want to live? She’d been through so much in such a short amount of time. She could try to kill herself. But if that failed she could imagine worse things being done to her to punish her. If she lived, there was no telling when or even if she’d ever get rescued. She wasn’t exactly close to her family. And although one of her aunts had expected her to visit, she never told her what way she was traveling or when she’d make it.
Elizabeth touched the wall, tracing the wallpaper with her fingers. No, she didn’t want to die. She needed to live. She needed to bide her time so that when the opportunity arose, she’d escape and bring down all the law enforcement possible to destroy the family.
The door opened and Thomas clumsily walked in, doing his best to balance two plates of food and cups of juice in both hands.
As much as it pained her. As much as a good chunk of her hated him for humiliating her, after she wanted to start being nice. As much as she detested that he ate human meat. He was her ticket. He would keep her safe. He still liked her at least, and she needed to get him completely wrapped around her finger. But at the same time, she couldn’t let the family know she was plotting their demise. She needed to work slowly. Switching from unwilling victim to enthusiastic member of the family would be too suspicious.
Thomas set down their plates and cups then looked at her expectantly. His mask, it was a human mask. She’d known there was something off about it, but now she understood what.
He motioned for her to join him. His eyes held frustration. Slowly, Elizabeth removed herself from the corner and crawled over. She sat down in front of him. “Can you-” she paused, trying to not sound demanding. “I would greatly appreciate it if you didn’t wear your mask around me,” she said softly. “I would rather see you as yourself. It’s easier to get used to.”
He hesitated, then removed his mask, setting it down beside him.
She looked up at his face, staring into his eyes. “Thank you,”she said, before picking up her plate of food. She carefully picked around her food, trying to avoid whatever looked like meat.
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Elizabeth just stared at the wall. Thomas was snoring beside her. Slowly, she sat up and looked at him. What would he have been like had his family not been such terrible people? He had it in him to be kind and gentle. But it was clear he was easily manipulated by them. Would he have at least been gentle with her? He probably still would have raped her. But, maybe if Hoyt hadn’t suggested whatever he had, maybe Thomas would have gone slow, gentle.
After dinner, she had taken their dishes and walked downstairs into the kitchen to help clean. Hoyt managed to pinch her butt a handful of times, when she was alone in the kitchen, before disappearing for the night. It scared her. She wasn’t sure what that meant. Hoyt had tried to intimidate her before. But he’d never outwardly touched her.
Was she on thin ice? Thinking back, she realized that Thomas always stayed by her side while his uncle was around. But not tonight. Thomas was clearly frustrated about something. Did he not understand what he did hurt her? Humiliated her?
Life had thrown many obstacles at her already. This was just one of them. Granted a very big one, one that subjected her to mental and body humiliation and sexual torture. But still. She was strong.
There was little doubt that her passiveness and crying was starting to get to him. She needed to gain his love back. She needed him to be her protector to keep her sane. She gulped, knowing the implications of her convictions. Brains were a funny thing. It was entirely possible that she could fall for Thomas. But it was a risk she was willing to take. She only saw two possible outcomes if she followed this path. Either, she’d convince Thomas to protect and care for her until she finds the right moment to escape, or her brain would become convinced that she belonged with the family and she’d be content. Either way, she would live. Although, she preferred the option to escape versus becoming one of them.
Jason, the one person she had hoped was out there trying to get help, was as good as dead now. He could do nothing for her. She looked at Thomas again. He was still snoring, sound asleep. She had made sure to be a little more active when they had sex, despite her still feeling absolutely humiliated. And, he actually seemed a little bit happier.
Slipping on her nightshirt, she quietly walked out of the room. She didn’t want anyone to see her. The house was dark, but she’d been awake enough to adjust to the darkness. With great care, she made her way to the basement door. Quietly, she unlocked the door. She paused, waited, and listened, but the house remained still.
Opening the door, she walked down into the basement. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as she tried her best not to look around. Jason still hung on two meathooks. His cock was still on the ground, and there was blood on his crotch.
She gulped and grabbed a butcher knife from the table. The noise of her picking it up woke Jason.
“What?” he rasped. His eyes fell on her. “I’m so sorry,” he said, shaking his head.
She nodded. “I’m sorry, too,” she replied.
His eyes fell on the knife in her hand. She could see his breathing pick up.
“I can’t,” she paused. “I can’t escape.”
His eyes widened as they filled with knowledge.
“I don’t know when he’s going to kill you. If he’s going to make you suffer more. He doesn’t see you. He sees the people who have bullied him in the past.”
“And you?” Jason asked.
Elizabeth shrugged. “I fucked up. I was kind. Apparently, being kind means I’m in love with him or something. I don’t know. I think they’ll keep me around till I have a baby.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, shaking his head.
“You didn’t do anything. We were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. But, I don’t have much time.” She paused, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath. “I don’t want to see you suffer. I’ll do this for you.” She waited, as he thought.
Then he nodded his head. “If you make it out, bring the fucking army down on this place.”
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she nodded. Then, without waiting to lose her nerve, she stabbed him. He let out a slight cry, but then his head collapsed onto his chest. She took a step back, her whole body shaking. Setting the knife back where she found it, she went back upstairs. Opening her bedroom door, she paused as she looked at Thomas. Maybe she should have taken her own life down there with Jason. Stuff Jason’s cock up her pussy just to fuck with the whole family. Or, maybe she should have brought the knife with her. Try to stab them all in their sleep.
It was too late. She slipped back into bed. Tears streamed down her face as she looked at her hands. There was no blood on them. At least, nothing that anyone could see. But she could see the blood. She’d sealed her fate, whatever it was.
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