Mary shivered when Thomas whispered into her ear. His giant size hovered over her. His left hand supported his weight while his right she felt move to her bra and he tugged at it a bit roughly. Mary fought against having it removed and struggled against him to keep it on. Thomas growled and shifted his body so his left hand could seize her wrists together in a vice like grip and pinned her arms above her head. His right hand reached behind her shoulders and pulled the fabric until the snaps broke and the bra flipped free. With one fluid motion he pulled it down the length of her arms and tossed it aside. Mary felt more than just naked beneath him, she felt helpless and she hated it.
She began pummeling him with fists. There was little point in it as he didn't seem to notice or care. Mary didn't know it but he was used to it. The amount of times he had to carry someone kicking and screaming to the basement or to Hoyt's room he had become accustomed to dealing with his body being assaulted with punches and kicks. Thomas caught her wrists in mid air and created a handcuff around them with his one large hand and again her wrists were pinned just above her head. Thomas used his right hand to remove his belt and pants until he was naked between her thighs. Mary kicked violently and it still had no affect on him. His right hand now sought her hip and held her still. Oddly enough his grip was firm but gentle as if he didn't want to injure her.
Slowly and carefully he prodded her opening. The slit of her sex parted and allowed him to push further into her. His size was tolerable but stretched her to the limit. Mary squeaked gently and he stopped. Why? His eyes searched her features and waited for the grimace look on her face to fade. Then he pushed further in and groaned with pleasure feeling her walls around his length. Mary shifted on the bed which held unforgiving springs that poked at her. Thomas lifted her easily and repositioned her on the bed but remained holding her wrists and hip. It was a much softer spot and Mary was confused. Why is he concerned with my comfort? she asked herself but had little time to answer her own question. Thomas pushed deeper until he reached the hilt of her inside which still had not taken his entire length.
The man began to pump in and out at a slow and steady pace. The lack of moisture didn't last long as her body began to realize it was time to supply it. After some time her Venus mound has moistened and provided the much aiding lubrication required for him to speed up. As he quickened his pace the man moaned from behind the mask he wore. Lost in his own pleasure he drove deeper which caused Mary to arch her back, flinch "Ahh!" she yelped in pain and he immediately stopped and gazed at her for a long time. Mary paused again confused by his actions. She started to struggle again "Stop, now!" she demanded but it only caused him to resume his pounding into her flesh.
Soon he had a distinctive rhythm going and she felt herself pushing closer to the edge. Determined thrusts from him brought wave and waves of pleasure with each one and her eyes rolled back in her head. Stop! She commanded herself but couldn't help nor stop the waves of pleasure washing over her. Perhaps if he had been rough, let gentle more cruel to her she might have been able to fight. Like Hoyt was with the girls but Thomas was different. Although his motions were determined and forceful they were not rough or mean. Just as she came to the realization that she was enjoying herself the final wave of several crashed over her and she felt herself tighten around his girth. Fluid gushed from her and soaked his length. To her own surprise a long moan escaped her lips that was audible outside of the room as evident by the sudden voice of Hoyt outside the door "Getcha some boy! Wooo!" Mary felt immediate shame. Thomas just growled and continued his thrusting and mingled moans.
Hoyt was listening or watching! Mary felt nauseated by that thought which overtook her pleasure if only for the moment. It was difficult to ignore the titan size man on her who so diligently thrust without missing a beat. Soon his rhythm picked up pace. His right hand gripped her hip to pull her into the thrusts. Waves began to build again and Mary's eyes rolled in her skull. Thomas stared at her and recognized it and drove into her harder which sent her over the edge. Another moan from her that was louder than the previous one. Juices flowed once more and now as he thrust there was a moist slapping sound when their bodies hit together. Mary was weak by now. The lingering of her climax caused her body to tremble and her sex to pulsate around the circumference of his member.
Just when she felt she might gush once more Thomas joined her. The man led out a loud moan as his seed squirted from him and began to fill her. He didn't stop thrusting and remained doing so several more times with audible grunts each time. Finally his body was limp and he released her wrists to steady his body over her. When her wrists were free she brought them to her chest. Thomas' eyes went to her wrists which were red from his grip on them and her hands were pale from lose of blood flow. He took his right hand from her hip and brought it to her hands and rubbed them which brought the color back.
Mary was a mixture of emotions. She hated him for what his family was doing. They kept her here against her will and had most likely killed Karen and Greg. Yet Thomas was surprisingly gentle with her. Mary pulled her hands away from him and he lifted himself from her form and withdrew his now softening manhood from her. Thomas pulled his cloths back onto himself and there was a voice "Thomas boy!" it was Hoyt "If yer done bangin' her ya need to come help. We got people at the station! Come on boy!" with that Thomas finished dressing then stared at Mary who had lifted herself to a sitting position and used the sheets of the bed to cover herself. He turned and left, locking the door behind him.
Mary remained in the sitting position frozen for a moment before she heard the unlock and open. It was Luda Mae with a smile. "Afternoon sweety. I come up to ask ya what ya want fer lunch." she came in and noticed Mary was still naked and it didn't seem to phase Luda Mae. She went to the armoire and withdrew another sundress. It was patterned in large flowers with shoulder straps instead of sleeves. "There's some undergarments in the dress there." she gestured and brought the sundress over and laid it out on the bed. "So whatcha want for lunch? Ya kinda missed breakfast." Luda Mae grinned. It sickened Mary that the entire family knew what went on in the room. Mary shook her head "I'm not hungry." she hugged the blankets to herself. Luda Mae waved her finger at Mary "Now you see here, you gonna eat good under my roof. I know a nice pot roast. Just so happens I put one on." she hurried for the door and waved her hand at Mary "Go on now girl. Git dressed and git downstairs to eat." with that she left and the door was unlocked. Run! was her immediate thought. Had Luda Mae left it unlocked on purpose?
Just as Mary was poised to dart out the door swung open and it was Hoyt. Mary flinched back as his grin widened at her. The blanket barely covered her naked form. "Where ya going girly?" he asked and slowly walked towards her causing Mary to retreat. Oh God, what does he want? she became frantic. "You got what I told ya Thomas." Hoyt called behind him and Thomas entered carrying a slim chain. "What…what are you doing?" she asked and continued backing away. "Well…ya can't be trusted jus' yet." Hoyt took the end of the chain from Thomas who didn't look up. There was a shackle on it and it looked old. When Hoyt approached her she screamed and started to run to the opposite side of the bed. "Git 'er boy. Unless you want 'er runnin' away again." Hoyt commanded and Thomas dropped the chain and moved startlingly fast to catch Mary and lift her up in a bear hug with her facing Hoyt and her back against Thomas' chest.
Her feet kicked wildly at Hoyt who caught her right foot and circled the shackle around it. "No no no!" she screamed. The shackle was hinged and came together with an opening for a lock. Hoyt brought the last link of the chain next to it and padlocked it. The lock going through the link and the shackle to hold it all together. Once the lock was clamped down it the chain rattled as she continued to kick her legs. "There now, that'll work jus' fine." Hoyt commented and brought the opposite end of the chain towards the dresser which he moved and revealed a anchor drilled into the floor joist. Another lock and it now tethered her to the anchor in the floor of the bedroom. "Ya got 'nough slack to git around the house. Through the kitchen and out to the clothesline." Hoyt motioned with his hand and Mary went limp in her struggle. Thomas put her down after she stopped fighting. "Come on, we gotta git to the station." Hoyt gestured his head to Thomas who followed behind him leaving Mary alone in the room.
She waved her leg about and made the chain rattle again. A sigh emitted from her lips as she descended the stairs to the kitchen. The chain drug along behind her until she stopped at the doorway. "There you are!" Luda Mae beamed with a smile and gestured to the table. "Sit on down now." Mary reluctantly sat down and stared at an empty bowl until Luda Mae took it and filled it with pot roast then served it back to her "Eat up, we got chores." she said before she to sat down and began eating. Mary wouldn't deny she was hungry to herself but didn't want to give in and eat. As she watched Luda Mae eat her growling stomach got the better of her and she to joined in eating the roast. Luda Mae knowingly grinned as Mary unwittingly ate the pot roast served to her. When she had finished Luda Mae gathered the dishes which she and Mary washed. Mary was wondered if this was what her life was now. Domesticated housewife to the crazed backwoods family of the year.
Luda Mae finished up drying and turned to Mary "We got some laundry to git out. Can you grab it from the room there and bring it out to me." she gestured to the room next to the basement door. Mary nodded softly. She felt defeated. What else was there to do besides comply. She would have to until she figured out a way to get the chain off. Luda Mae smiled and went out the screen door with it slamming behind her and she hummed softly. Mary turned to the laundry room and took cloths from a washer that could have been classified as an antique. That's when she heard it. A distinctive muffled sound. Mary paused and listened, there it was again. Someone talking..or screaming but it was muffled. She looked down as it seemed to come from downstairs. The basement she thought and suddenly dropped the laundry and went around the corner to the basement door. She bit her lower lip. Curiosity killed the cat and this goes against every horror movie I've ever seen. Still, she pushed open the door and went down the first step.
