Just Misunderstood
By: TheSilverHyena
Warning:: Contains Mature/Adult Content, Violence and Gore, and Adult Language. If you cannot HANLDE these sorts of things, you might want to go elsewhere. Don't say I didn't warn you.
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VERY NON-CON SEXUAL CONTENT/RAPE. IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE THIS, DO NOT READ!
Chapter 6: Submission
The air in the large farmhouse was far more tense then usual after the "incident" at the dinner table that night. Hoyt took advantage of every opportunity he got to level a vicious glare at Blake, but it was only when Thomas and Luda Mae were busy in some way. At first, Blake thought that the furious and indignant man might take his anger out on Toby and Jason, but luckily, Luda Mae had taken that option off the table despite his protests and whining. (Not to mention Thomas was fond of the dogs too. They were a nice excuse to spend alone time with Blake with less risk of Hoyt barging in and barking commands.)
While Thomas and his uncle still went out, hunting for unsuspecting suckers who happened to be stuck in the wrong place and wrong time, there was no denying the fact that those two were at odds with each other and their alliance was uneasy at best. This of course made Luda Mae's job much harder and she would usually mumble under her breath and sigh in exasperation.
"One time they got into a fight about somethin', don't remember what, but Thomas wanted nothin' to do with Hoyt for near a month," she mentioned, "Thin month meal-wise for the family until they got their heads outta their asses and made up."
'Maybe if they keep up like this, less innocent people will end up in casseroles, taco meat, and pot roasts.' Blake grimaced to herself, bleakly.
Unlikely, as they were still working together in an effort to put food on the table. It was just during the off hours when they crossed paths that you could really feel the tension, especially if Hoyt walked in on his nephew being affectionate with Blake. Thomas would growl in warning and hide Blake behind him or simply carry her off and move to another spot entirely. Through it all, the girl kept quiet, silently studying their body language for any "tells" that might have been noteworthy. Little twitches in the muscles, eye movements, even how they breathed.
Yet Blake knew Hoyt was up to something, scheming and plotting. She could see it in his eyes. The wannabe sheriff wasn't satisfied and felt that she had gotten off way too easy for the black eye and sore nose she had given him. But trying to focus on his thoughts to see what exactly was going on in there once again only yielded a punishing migraine and near crippling pain.
About four days had passed since the 'incident' when Hoyt did something unexpected that had made Blake's neck hairs stand on end; he began just smiling and being... polite to her when just the other day he had glared at her the way a striking rattlesnake eyed a mouse. Luda Mae seemed to think that peace would settle back in soon enough and life in the Hewitt household could carry on as per usual.
Walking back to the house after letting her dogs have some time out of their kennels to run around, Blake and Thomas both overheard a partial conversation between Luda Mae and Hoyt in the kitchen. While Thomas steered Blake back around toward the front door, casting a glare at his Uncle through the kitchen window, the girl quite clearly heard Hoyt speaking,
"I just wanna make it up to him and ta you too, Mamma. Besides, she's certainly shown that she's strong and healthy enough."
At this, Blake grew nervous. Just what were they talking about? Was it her? They certainly wouldn't have kept her around this long just to cook her now. Besides, Thomas wouldn't have had kittens, he'd have had full blown cats if they just turned around and killed her one dark and scary night. Sensing Blake's worry, Thomas grunted softly, lightly rubbing her shoulders with his enormous hand. By now, Luda Mae's voice was faint, but Blake could still make it out,
"Well, I'll talk to him and if Tommy'll have it, then I'll see to the rest. I do think it's time that they start tryin'."
"Thomas, d-do you know w-what they're talking about?" Blake questioned, her voice shaking and uncertain.
Thomas had to think for a minute, but even he wasn't entirely sure. He let out what could have only been described as a scoffing growl, glancing back over his shoulder. The thought of his Uncle Hoyt made him rather bitter. So far, Blake had only managed to hear the great brute's thoughts during that night, shortly after she cracked Hoyt in the face a good one. Since then, nothing. Sighing in defeat, there wasn't much she could do as she was taken back inside and Thomas padlocked the chain back in place. Usually, he carried the key to her chains, though on occasion, Hoyt or Luda Mae held onto it.
While Thomas retreated to his basement, Hoyt had thankfully made himself scarce upstairs in his room, doing only God knew what in there. Meanwhile, Blake helped out in the kitchen with dinner, as per usual. She couldn't help pondering about what she had overheard earlier that afternoon. For some odd reason, Luda Mae seemed much more cheerful then she had been the last few days. She even seemed to have a little extra bounce in her step as she tended to the "people" casserole she had just taken out of the oven.
"Mrs. Hewitt... ummmm, I... I overheard you talking w-with Hoyt when Thomas and I were coming back from feeding Toby and Jason. Is... is it alright i-if I ask what's -gulp- g-going on?" inquired Blake.
She could already feel her heartbeat fluttering wildly in her chest. Maybe it would have been wiser just to keep her trap shut.
"Oh, it's nothin' much. Hoyt just wants to get back in all our good graces again. He feels bad 'bout what... what happened. Wants to nip the problem in the bud before it turns into a whole whirlwind of trouble. That's all. Don't you worry none, you'll know more 'bout it when I do." Luda Mae explained, "Wouldjda be a dear and fix up them rolls you baked earlier and git em out on the table? My, my those are so tasty. Ya got a gift."
'Funny,' Blake scoffed to herself, while still doing what she had been asked to.
There was no mention of an apology to her from the upright jackass about how he had openly degraded her, then Luda Mae altered the subject. Sighing heavily, Blake just put the bread and butter out and set the table, trying to make sure that her damn chain didn't get tangled up in the process. How she hated that thing!
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"So Tommy, I-I've been thinkin'," Hoyt began, halfway through dinner, "I don't want this sort of thing comin' between us again. It's disruptin' the family, makin' things difficult for Mamma and even Blake there. I'm sorry, boy. You know I didn't mean nothin' by it."
Thomas' eyes narrowed and a slight huff escaped his throat. Possessively, he took hold of Blake's chain, using it to pull her much smaller hands into his own, not once taking his eyes off his uncle. Blake had let out a startled whimper, though once Luda Mae offered a gentle reminder that the girl needed to eat, Thomas let go, though he still scooted a bit closer to the unnerved female.
Once again, STILL no apology for Blake directly. But, perhaps being spared the "perve stare downs" was as much as she was going to get from the likes of him.
"Yer Uncle Hoyt has somethin' that he wants to show ya, Thomas. To make up fer everythin'." Luda Mae added, her tone hopeful.
"L-like what?" Blake piped in, feeling more and more curious and terrified by the minute.
"Oh, you'll find out in good time, darlin'. Don't you worry none 'bout that!"
Hoyt took another large mouthful of casserole, anxiously awaiting his nephew's response. Although Thomas seemed suspicious, he agreed to see what it was Hoyt had for him. The infighting had disrupted the family dynamic enough. A small sigh escaped Blake's lips, as she was unable to trust anything that came from that serpent's mouth and she barely shook her head 'no' when Thomas glanced down at her, but it was clear that the brute's mind was made up. Defeated, she just went back to eating her meal, around the meat, that had been dished out for her.
"Glad that there is settled now. Just a squabble that can stay in the past where it belongs." Luda Mae exclaimed, breathing a sigh of relief, "I'm proud of ya boys."
After clean up, Luda Mae put on a kettle for tea and sat in the living room by the fireplace, humming softly while sewing and repairing a few of Hoyt's and Thomas' shirts. Blake had been allowed to grab her sketchbooks, but she was given firm instruction not to go down in the basement where the two boys had gone, as they needed some bonding time together. (Not that Blake would want to go down there again, mind you.) She hadn't really been able to do much drawing as of late, and the distraction was a rather welcome one. Still, upon passing the sliding steel door, that feeling of dread, knowing what went on down there, pierced through Blake's heart and made a shiver run up and down her spine. Not to mention... the pounding in her head.
*Down in the Basement*
While Thomas was still prepared to pound Hoyt into a pulp if he said something stupid again, he was willing to give his Uncle the benefit of the doubt. Ceasing to growl at the man whenever he spoke was a pretty good start. The basement was still as it's always been, dark, damp, and creepy, though Thomas had done a little "tidying up" earlier that evening, much to Hoyt's delight. More room that way.
"Tommy, you know I told ya that there comes a point in every boy's life where he becomes a man?" Hoyt questioned.
Grunting, Thomas nodded, following his uncle further into the den-like basement, to where Hoyt had Vex tied up.
"Well boy... I'ma teach you a thing or two about becomin' a man," Hoyt mentioned, with a smile, "Mamma told me 'bout Blake. She's been keepin' a careful eye on the girl, and Mamma said that Blake's ready."
Now Thomas' interest was peeked. Yes, his mother had told him similar a few days ago. This was something he had been waiting for, ever since they first brought the girl into the family and nursed her back to health. He broke from his thoughts, catching sight of his Uncle's current 'plaything' in the shadows.
"Hey, wake up now, girlie!" Hoyt snapped, slapping Vex on her bare backside.
"Hmmm? Oh... hehe... you again..." Vex moaned, as she stirred from her uneasy sleep, wriggling slightly in her bonds, "Brought... your big friend, I see. Y-you... left me... rather unsatisfied last time... we did this. Can... can I please have... his dick instead?" she asked, gesturing with her head towards Thomas, "I'll... bet it's much... bigger then y-yours. Or one can fuck... and I'll suck the other."
Hoyt let out a growl of his own, slapping Vex across the face while she just laughed. Roughly, Thomas lifted her off the meat hook that suspended her and slammed the filthy, naked, woman down onto his work table, as per his uncle's directions. Before she could spout off more insults, Vex was strapped down to the table and had a gag shoved into her mouth. Thomas looked down on her with interest as she struggled, feebly.
"Now, you know what it is that you wanna do, right? What would make Mamma a very happy woman?" Hoyt asked.
Nodding, Thomas placed his large hand over Vex's stomach, though he didn't linger. Touching her wasn't the same as when he touched Blake. His girl was soft and warm, this one, hard and cold, just like all the others.
Hoyt just grinned, slapping his hand down on Vex's midsection, causing her to squeal through her gag, "That's right, Tommy. Yer gonna put a baby in that girl's belly. Expand the Hewitt family tree. Mamma wants a bigger family, keep the line goin', just ain't never found no one good nuff till now. Yer the lucky man ta git her!"
Licking his lips greedily, Hoyt began feeling and groping all over his captive, delighting in the way she bucked and squirmed, "It's good to play with them a little before rammin' yer dick in 'em. Heheh!"
Thomas, meanwhile, knew the basic mechanics of sex, having seen it performed many times, particularly by his uncle, but had never partaken in the act himself. He was given to understand that it offered immeasurable pleasure, but every time he thought he might give it a try with the wide assortment of female captives they took, the looks those girls gave him... looks of horror and disgust as they screamed for their meaningless lives. The things they said to him that stung more then any knife ever could. He would immediately loose all interest and found more pleasure and satisfaction in running them through with his chainsaw. But now, now he had Blake. She was sweet, kind, and gentle. Never called him names. Never said mean things. Blake was absolutely perfect for him, unlike the others. Hoyt may have taken great joy in claiming many girls over the years, but Thomas knew that there would only ever be one for him. And that one was all he'd ever desire.
"First things first, Tommy. Even if they say they don't, truth is, they always want it. I'll tell you what, boy, there ain't nothin' like the feelin' of a drenched, slick pussy wrapped 'round yer rock hard dick," Hoyt mentioned, as he began to take off his belt and fumble with his pants, "And you, well, ya may not have been blessed with a purdy face, butcha gotta good, sturdy cock between yer legs that would make a horse green with envy! Hehe!"
With his length exposed, Hoyt straddled his captive, while she just cackled through her gag, knowing what was to come next. Vex had even begun thrusting her hips upward, spreading her legs for him. Lining up and prodding her opening, Hoyt grinned maliciously,
"Now, watch n' learn, boy. It's time fer yer lessons. Remember, girls like this, even when they say they don't want it. Can't get enough. Soon, like this nice lil' bitch right here, they start beggin' for it!"
*Back in the Living Room*
Unaware of just what Hoyt was "showing" Thomas down in the basement, Blake began filling in the partially finished drawing in front of her. It was of her father, something that she started when they had taken refuge in an old, run down motel for a while. She remembered him vividly, down to the last piercing and tattoo. His hair, a similar texture to her own, but lighter in color. And his eyes, so sharp and piercing yet they held nothing but fondness for her.
"My, my, my, you got quite a talent there. Could be mistaken for a photograph it's so lifelike." Luda Mae complemented, as she looked over the girl's shoulder.
She had gotten up to get the tea that was steeping, but became distracted when she saw Blake's drawing.
"Thank you..." Blake said, sadly, watching as the old woman walked away, 'Daddy... you promised. You promised you'd never leave me.'
Sighing, Blake turned the page back, revealing a landscape of a forest and a dock jutting out onto a lake. Would she ever... see that place again? While to most, it meant certain death, for her... it was where she was gifted a second chance at life. Where she met the best friends she could ever have. (Aside from her canine companions, of course.)
"That's really pretty there, darlin'," Luda Mae mentioned, as she returned with two cups of tea, handing Blake hers, "Looks ideal, like the perfect place for a family outing."
Now Blake managed a bit of a smirk, though she did her best to hide it, "It's a place called Camp Crystal Lake, in New Jersey. Maybe you should arrange a little trip for your family, I think you'd really enjoy it down there."
At that very moment, Blake was already imagining just how wonderful, how liberating it would be if her old, hockey-masked friend were to suddenly crash through the window in a spectacular fashion and drive his machete right through that hag's heart. No, no wait... Jason's blade would probably look better cleaving Hoyt's head in two like a rotted melon. Normally, she didn't like to think such cruel and violent thoughts, but her circumstances could hardly be considered normal right now.
Laughing softly at Blake's earlier mention of taking a little vacation, Luda Mae just shook her head while having a sip of tea, "Oh no. Can't be goin' nowhere. Gotta keep an eye on things here. Watch the station, keep the family goin'. Do what we can to survive."
Staring vacantly into the fire, Blake took a sip of tea. While she may have hated what Luda Mae did with human flesh in her kitchen or the fact that the old woman always picked out her clothes for the day and forced her into the role of housewife for her giant son, at least she could make a good cup of tea, even if this one was a little sweeter then usual. (Luda Mae did like her sugar.)
Come to think of it, Blake knew that Jason and Lisa were both killers, they never hid the fact. But why did the Hewitt's brand of killing bother her so much more then what her old "guardian angels'" did?
'If people didn't invade their home with their booze and drugs and filth, they'd have no reason to kill. They're protecting themselves.'
As much as Blake never particularly enjoyed the fact that Jason and Lisa killed, she understood it. That was the way she had seen it. There were many, many warnings, but they were always ignored. The day sex-starved and drug-laden teens, wannabe cultists, and brain-dead thrill seekers quit invading Crystal Lake would be the day the killings there would come to an end.
But these people, the Hewitt family, they actively hunted, trapped, and baited innocent travelers. Everything from using the phony sheriff ploy to pull people over, owning the only gas station for miles around, and preying on those who's vehicles broke down and were in need of help. Kidnapping, prolonged torture, rape, all of that suffering set upon unsuspecting saps who stopped at the wrong area at the wrong time only to be slaughtered and eventually eaten. While they claimed it was for survival, Blake knew that they actually enjoyed this lifestyle. Her friends back in Crystal Lake went out of their way to avoid people, the Hewitts went looking for them!
"Sweetie?" Luda Mae questioned, a few more times before Blake finally snapped out of her thoughts.
"Hmmm? W-what?" Blake yawned, suddenly feeling quite sleepy for some reason.
Luda Mae just smiled softly over the rim of her tea cup, watching the girl carefully, "You know, child. You has healed up real good. Nice and healthy, got a little sun-kissed glow on ya," she began, "Since the day I first saw ya with my precious baby boy, I knew you was the right one fer this family."
With her vision starting to blur, Blake closed up her sketchbook, resting it on the arm of her chair. She tried to stand up, only to stumble onto the floor, spilling her half drank cup of tea to the floor. It the pool of liquid left behind, there were some small granules Blake could feel on the now wet floor. Then it hit her; Luda Mae must have spiked it! That's why the tea was so sweet, to mask the taste of the sedatives she laced it with. Blake's eyelids and limbs were getting heavier by the minute and she could no longer focus. As Luda Mae spoke, it started to sound garbled and distorted, like she was far away one minute, then right next to her the next.
"Mhmmmm, I've been keepin' my eye on yer cycle, makin' sure ya git enough to eat, keepin' ya hydrated and well cared for. And now... it's finally time fer you and Tommy to start tryin'."
"T-trying? F-for... for what?" Blake barely managed to get out before she collapsed on her stomach, unable to support her weight on her hands and knees anymore.
She heard Luda Mae say something, but the girl couldn't make it out as the drug finally ran it's course and her world went black. Sighing happily, Luda Mae knelt by the unconscious girl, gently stroking her silky brown hair, "Sweet, naive child. Don'tcha know? You and Tommy is gonna make a baby together."
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Blake had no idea how much time had passed, only that she had drank a cup of spiked tea and succumbed to it's effects. Groggily coming too, she looked around in a bleary daze. It was dark, with only a dim lamp on and a bit of moonlight providing some light, but the girl recognized it as her's and Thomas' room. She was lying in the middle of the bed, which was a bit softer and more comfortable then she remembered. However as the effects of the sedatives began to ware off, Blake's confusion and curiosity turned to panic.
She couldn't get up. All the slack on her chain had been shortened, raising her arms above her head. In the headboard of the bed, another anchor had been fitted to it, with a padlock and chain link all looped together to keep Blake restrained and on her back. There was some padding around her wrists beneath the shackles, probably added to prevent marks and chafing from the heavy, metal bindings. When she tried to cry out for help, she found her screams muffled by a soft cloth tied around her mouth. Thrashing around and growing more and more frightened by the second, Blake only now realized that she was stripped naked, save for her white, cotton panties.
'Oh God no... this can't be happening... this can't be-!'
At once, the girl's heart began to race and her breath quickened to the point where she was hyperventilating while a cold sweat covered her body. Before she passed out, Blake could have sworn she heard that elderly bat say something to her, something about... making a baby with Thomas. There was only one way to do that...
If only Hypnocil still existed... that stuff never failed to keep the nightmares away.
'Please, this has to be a bad dream! It... it has... to be.'
A large, surprisingly warm hand brushing against her cheek as her mind frantically raced yanked the girl from her thoughts and she let out a muffled squeal, pulling against her bonds. Thomas had been sitting next to her this whole time keeping watch over her and was now trying to calm her down. At once, Blake felt immediate shame and closed her eyes, looking away from him. The nightmares from Blake's past seeped back into her memories, even as Thomas tenderly comforted her. Yet, when she opened her eyes again... the girl didn't think it was possible for those horrific experiences she had dealt up until now to be surpassed. But she was dead wrong!
"Well lookie there, boy. She's finally awake. Git 'er settled down now, this here is a special day fer ya both!" Hoyt practically purred from the doorway.
Grinning, he shut and locked the door... while he was still in the room! Oh God... was he... was he going... to watch?! Thomas let out a slight grumble, tilting his head with a moan.
"No need ta be shy 'round me, boy. Remember what I told ya?" Hoyt questioned.
Thomas slowly nodded, knowing that Hoyt could teach him more about this sort of thing then anyone else, then focused his attention back on Blake. By now, she was shaking violently, trying her hardest not to start crying. Blake knew... she knew what was going to happen to her. The one scrap of dignity she had managed to keep after all these years of being hunted by that damn cult, of her time spent here as a house slave to a bunch of Texas cannibals, was about to be taken from her by force.
"Yer in fer a special treat, Tommy. Mamma says... that little Blake here, is a virgin." Hoyt mentioned, leering down at the frightened girl, "She checked." he added, in a whisper, "Means she ain't been played with by a man yet. Yer gonna be the first, boy!"
The bile wanted to rise in Blake's throat, but with the gag in her mouth, expelling it could have easily choked her to death. With great difficulty, she swallowed it back and whimpered.
Thomas looked down on the much smaller female squirming on the bed. As much as he had been waiting for Blake to be ready, something just wasn't sitting right with him, something inexplicable nagging at the back of his mind. Did she really need to be tied up? The way Hoyt always did it with his girls? Sure, Thomas had made sure Blake was comfortable, lying back on the bed with fresh linens and soft pillows, but if the girls liked it so much as Hoyt claimed, why would they need to be bound? He reached for Blake's shackles when his uncle stopped him.
"Ya don't want 'er to get herself hurt, do ya, boy? Yer a big man, gotta be careful that she stays still while ya fill 'er up with yer baby gravy there, could squish her otherwise. Wouldn't want that, would we now?"
The way he spoke and flashed a perverse smile at Blake, she knew Hoyt was getting off on her humiliation and the fact that she was completely helpless to do anything about it. Desperately, Blake pleaded with her eyes and tucked her body in on itself and much as she could, trying to hold back her tears. Several, unintelligible words muffled against her gag, though once again, Hoyt intervened.
"Don't want her to be wakin' up Uncle Monty and Mamma, do we? Go on, now... remember, no matter what they say... they always want it."
'Thomas... please, I know you're stronger then this...' Blake pleaded, in her mind, 'You can't honestly believe him...'
Frantically, she shook her head, trying her hardest not to scream or squeal, anything that would give Hoyt any pleasure. But Thomas, having been well trained to obey, began running his hands along Blake's quivering body, not only to soothe her but also warm her up. His finger played over the scar that had just healed tenderly, causing the girl to buck. By now, Blake's heart was pounding wildly and she could feel the pulse ringing in her ears. Much to her shame, she couldn't refrain from whimpering when she felt Thomas' touch move to her small but supple breasts, back down her stomach, then to her panties. It was true what Hoyt mentioned earlier, Blake had never been with a man. She hadn't even experimented with masturbation or self pleasure before. Well, that was all about to change.
With Hoyt's encouragement, Thomas hooked his large fingers through Blake's single, small covering that she had left and began to pull them off. Terrified and unsure of what else to do, the girl began kicking and thrashing wildly, even striking Thomas' thigh and chest a few times. The massive brute let out a surprised grunt, having not expected it to actually leave a bit of a twinge, then grabbed Blake's leg mid kick. After stripping her of her panties, Thomas pulled her into a better position, forcing her to uncurl from herself and spread her legs, revealing her naked, exposed slit to him.
"Mmmmhhh-op-mmh!" she screamed, through her gag.
By now, Blake's eyes were tightly shut and her head turned away, body trembling in terror. She... she had tried to be his friend, to help him, even after she had seen what he does for his family. And now, she would pay for her kindness.
Then the sound of the titan-sized man looming over her, removing his shirt, then belt, and finally his pants brought her back to attention. Thomas had a multitude of scars all over his body that could be seen in the dim lighting. While perhaps not perfectly toned, there was no denying how muscular he was, it was no wonder he could easily haul people around like rag dolls. Blake yelped through the gag, trying to squirm and wriggle free of her restraints, feeling what she knew could only be his hardened manhood brush along her inner thigh. Braving a look, she screamed again and struggled. Thomas was a huge man, it would only be natural for him to be well endowed, in length and girth. Blake could feel him, gently prodding at her opening with the tip, and she mentally braced herself for the anguish that was sure to come.
"Tommy... what'd I tell ya 'bout sloppy work?" Hoyt interrupted, causing Thomas to stop abruptly, "Ya gotta get her nice 'n wet first, just like I showed ya, now. After she's slicker than hog snot, then ya can start bangin' her!"
Thomas adjusted himself, inadvertently giving Blake enough room to start up her struggle again. But once again, the giant caught her mid-kick and spread her legs apart, then using his free hand, he started to gently rub and massage around her naked sex, paying particular attention to the tiny, nub of nerves he had discovered just above her opening. At first, Blake cringed in fear, trying to pull away from his touch. Thomas' hands were worn and weathered, as any hard working country boy's hands would be. They were quite rough on the tender, sensitive flesh down there, causing the girl to whimper in discomfort.
But soon enough, Blake's body began to betray her mind and respond in ways she didn't know why or understand were possible. Once the initial discomfort wore off and Thomas continued with his careful, methodical probing, she felt herself moistening down there, providing much needed lubrication. Although she still feebly fought against her restraints and tried to get him to stop, Blake let out a soft moan through her gag. She was disgusted and ashamed with herself, not just because of what was happening to her, but it was because...
'No... no... this can't... but it does... it... feels good.'
Blake couldn't even lie to herself. Her knuckles turned white as her fists clenched and she tried to resist the effects being touched down there caused her to feel. Her defenses were rapidly crumbling. She could feel her will beginning to submit as another moan escaped her mouth, causing Thomas to grunt happily.
"Oh Tommy, I think she likes it," Hoyt snickered, fidgeting with his own belt buckle while licking his lips, "If ya wanna git her ready faster, try givin' her a good lick. Trust me boy, a nice, tight little pussy like that'll taste sweet as candy. Spread 'er good now and take a taste."
At his uncle's suggestion, Thomas withdrew his fingers, leaning his masked face in closer to the girl's moistening apex. She smelled sweet, something he never really noticed in the girls he butchered before. Then again, they weren't HIS girl. His Blake.
Now, this was something he hadn't actually seen performed for himself, though he did recall seeing Hoyt forcing his member into a girl's mouth before. His uncle called it a blowjob. Honestly, he didn't think that it could be done females, but the brute found himself curious to try.
Experimentally, he gave a lick at her pink, tender opening, snaking his tongue out through the slit in his mask, finding the taste of her to be a mix of sweet and tangy. Like nothing he'd ever experienced before. Blake bucked and yelped with a start, up until Thomas held her down, firmly but gently, resting his hands on the soft flesh of her belly, then proceeded to flick his tongue in and out of her wet folds.
A muffled gasp escaped Blake's mouth and her eyes widened for a moment. This... this wasn't right, what he was doing to her, but the pleasure and warmth coursing throughout her body as Thomas continued wanted to argue differently. She could hear his rather awkward and audible slurping as his tongue probed around inside of her, every flick of it bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Not wanting to give in, Blake tried using her legs to shove against his incredibly broad shoulders, but she may as well have tried to move a freight train from it's tracks!
"Mmmmhhghhh-et-mmhhofffffmh!" she screamed, pulling against her chains again.
Involuntarily, the girl began to twitch and another moan came from her mouth that she couldn't silence. Her entire body became flush and warm and before Blake knew it, she was trembling uncontrollably and lost herself in a brief moment of complete ecstasy. It was... like nothing she had ever felt before in her life. An intense burst of sheer pleasure erupting inside her own body. She could feel her lower regions gushing more of her natural lubricant, which Thomas lapped up quite eagerly. By the time it had run it's course, Blake felt weak.
Thomas finally lifted his head up, licking the last of her sweet juices off his lips with a low, grumble like purr. He brushed his hand over the girl, pleased when he heard another soft, moaning sigh.
"Good work, boy! Ya got 'er to orgasm, that's how ya know they like it." Hoyt mentioned, as he continued to watch and give Thomas instruction.
Any genuine pleasure Blake may have felt in that moment fizzled out rather quickly and was replaced with immediate humiliation. It was bad enough that she had the enormous, masked brute on top of her, but to have his uncle coaching him, watching them... it made her feel sick.
"Mmmpphhh...-o-mmmpphh-ore-mph..." Blake pleaded, through her gag, 'Please no more... Stop... this isn't right. Thomas...'
"Go on boy... it's time fer the best part now..." Hoyt encouraged, delighting in the look of fear and despair that crossed the girl's face.
Thomas wasn't using any sort of protection and Blake was just about to start taking the pill regularly when that damn cult drove her and her father to run the way they had. Besides, even if they did have some means of protection, it was unlikely they'd let her or Thomas use it, as Blake had already clearly heard their intentions.
When Blake felt the tip of Thomas' painfully erect cock press into her opening, she let out a yelp, squirming and fighting once again, trying to force him out before he could go any further. She shook violently again, desperately trying to close her legs. Remaining ever gentle with her, Thomas held the girl still, pushing further and further inside, groaning as her warm, wet, inner walls stretched around his girth. He would halt his advance periodically, letting Blake adjust to him and wait for the look of pain to fade before delving deeper. Her natural wetness made the process much easier on both of them, especially for Blake, as his impressive length pushed her sheath of flesh to the limit. Though there was still quite a bit of pain pulsating and blood mingling with her moist, natural juices, no doubt the result of pushing through her virgin barrier. Finally, he reached the girl's hilt, which was unable to fully accommodate his size and lingered there for a moment, letting her get used to him.
'What... have... you done to me?' Blake whimpered to herself.
She fought back the tears, even as Thomas cupped her cheek with his hand and leaned over her, nuzzling against her neck and taking in her scent. Slowly, he began to thrust against Blake, sliding in and out of her. The intense pleasure of actually being inside of her... mere words could not describe the euphoria he felt as Thomas groaned loudly through the leather muzzle still covering his face.
It was no wonder Hoyt liked to do this all the time. But he was always mean and violent with his girls, often wanting to hit his rush quickly then disposing of them when he was finished. Thomas looked down at Blake, speeding up his pace a bit, watching the way her back began to arch as she squirmed beneath him. He was well aware of Hoyt's eyes on him, but Thomas himself had watched Hoyt do this sort of thing many times, so he considered it to be completely normal happening the other was around.
Blake, meanwhile, struggled against each thrust, trying to get him out of her. But as the pain began to subside and pleasure overtook with every stroke, the girl found herself beginning to move with him involuntarily, even daring to think that she might have been enjoying it. As always, Thomas was extremely careful and gentle with her, as if he knew plowing into her roughly and violently would injure, possibly kill her. While forceful and determined, he... wanted her to enjoy it as much as he was.
'No! Don't give in. Do not submit! If you do, you'll become what THEY are!' Blake screamed at herself, 'Dammit, Thomas! Why couldn't you just be cruel and violent with me and get it over with?!'
Had he been rough and mean, it might have encouraged Blake to put up more of a fight. But as she felt herself clench around his cock, gushing her fluids all over it's length as a second orgasm hit, Blake could feel both body and soul slipping deeper and deeper into submission. The second felt better then the first, sending a tidal wave of pleasure to crash over her body and a pleasant tingling coursed all over, making her to twitch and curl into him. Thomas began pounding into her tight, delightful wetness with more speed, striking the most sensitive spot of her inner being, causing the girl's eyes to roll back and a long, pleasured moan to leave her mouth.
'My... Blake...'
Lost in the throws of pleasure and severely conflicting emotions, Blake hadn't even fully realized that she had just heard Thomas' thoughts once more, without the severe pain that usually accompanied her abilities as of late. Just when her mismatched eyes locked with Thomas', wondering if what just happened was even real and not just her overworked, exhausted imagination playing tricks on her, the titan of a man let out a loud, deep, rumbling growl and threw his head back. As Blake lost herself in the throws of her third climax, she felt Thomas release at the same time. His hot, molten seed spilled inside of her, warming the girl's belly and filling her to capacity. Too weak and spent for any more, Blake panted heavily, fiddling with her shackled wrists as Thomas pumped in and out of her a few more times, expelling the last spurts of his cum before withdrawing from the girl. She came down from the throws of climax, flopping back on her pillows in defeat and tears began streaming down her face as she turned away.
Thomas became genuinely concerned, holding Blake as she cried. This... it was supposed to be a good, pleasurable thing. Wasn't it? That's what Hoyt always told him, many times before he even knew about Blake. Why... why was she so upset? Glancing to his uncle for an explanation, Hoyt just chuckled while he zipped up his pants. He took a key off his belt and released the padlock that had been used to take the slack out of Blake's restraints, letting them drop limply to her chest.
"First time... just takes a lot outta them, boy. She'll be fine." Hoyt reassured his nephew, "Ya done good Tommy, real good!"
He smirked insufferably down on the submissive and absolutely humiliated form of Blake as she lowered her gaze, unable to look at him without wanting to vomit, "If ya want, ya can always take that gag out and have her clean ya up proper."
Thomas just grunted, pulling his girl closer too him while giving Hoyt the 'you've outstayed your welcome' glare. That feeling, it came back a little stronger then before. Like he had just done something horrifically wrong, even if he didn't understand why. Tenderly, Thomas removed Blake's gag and covered her shivering form with a blanket, this time growling at his uncle.
"Okay, okay, I'm goin', guess you know what to do with her now anyways. I know when I ain't wanted no more," Hoyt gruffed, flashing one last devilish grin towards Blake.
The familiar pain lanced through Blake's head again when she looked at him, causing her to flinch and cry out. However, as Hoyt left the room, closing and locking the door behind him, she heard his voice, as though he were whispering with his poisoned tongue right to her ear, 'Now THAT ought to break the little bitch's spirit! Can't believe the boy was gullible nuff to actually believe me! Heheheh... oh lordie lord, I gotta rub another one out...'
Blake could only lie against Thomas' chest, in both shock and horror, pain and confusion. Did... did that... really happen? All of it? She could feel Thomas cuddling up to her, trying to make her comfortable. All the while, he gently stroked her bare belly under the sheets, causing her to whimper softly in despair. Thomas... had claimed her... and Hoyt convinced him to do it! Hoyt... used Thomas to extract his revenge against her. To shame, humiliate, and break her! Now, Thomas' seed had been planted within her and he planned to nurture and care for it until it bloomed. Hoyt took something, something special meant to be shared between two people that loved and cared about each other and twisted it, perverted it into a form of torture! Now she could no longer hold back, and Blake freely let her tears flow. She didn't care who heard anymore, or who saw, they had all seen plenty, and let out a long, anguished scream as she began to struggle her way out of Thomas' grip.
'Don't be scared, Tommy keeps pretty Blake safe. Pretty Blake stay with Tommy, always.'
Upon hearing that gruff, gravely voice in her mind again, Blake finally managed to lift her gaze to look at Thomas, unable to stifle her deep, sobbing breaths. She didn't want to be "comforted" and "held" by the man, who knowingly or not, just violated her! It didn't matter that he had been benevolent and gentle, even when she fought. Thomas could not undo what he had just done, he forced himself upon her! The trust he had managed to build with the girl during her captivity was broken.
"Go away... GO AWAY! D-don't t-t-touch me!" Blake suddenly snapped, "GET AWAY, I SAID!"
Wailing and screaming like a banshie, the girl thrashed about wildly, flailing and kicking, causing her chain to rattle against the hard wooden floor. Having been caught completely by surprise, Thomas let go of the girl in alarm, for fear of breaking her if he held on any tighter. Once Blake squirmed out of his grasp, there was a loud 'thud' of a small, warm body colliding with the floor and frantic sobbing. Looking over the edge of the bed, Thomas could see the girl was lying prostrate on the ground beside the bed, little fists balled up furiously, head bowed in defeat, and nearly on the verge of choking on her own tears. His initial hurt to her rejection to his affection became replaced with fear and worry for how she was acting. This... wasn't like her, not his sweet little Blake.
"What d-did you do to m-me?" she muttered over and over again, quivering and trembling on the cold floor uncontrollably, "WHY DID YOU?! H-how could y-you do this to me?"
When Thomas got up to pick her limp form up and put her back to bed, Blake screamed and thrashed, clawing at his hands before scuttling out of reach until she was pressed against the wall. There, the terrified and broken girl huddled in on herself, fists up to her head as she rocked back and fourth. He... really didn't know what to do at this point. Blake rejected his attempts to soothe and comfort her. There was a time, had something like this happened, Thomas would have stormed away in a furious huff, dragging the screaming girl down to the basement where she belonged. Yet, something he couldn't place was telling Thomas that the girl was NOT to blame. He was. He... he had hurt his pretty Blake.
'Hurt Blake? How? Thomas gentle with Blake... always gentle with Blake.'
Blake wouldn't even accept a sheet to cover herself or a pillow to rest her head against. She scolded herself over and over, she didn't deserve it or even want any sort of comfort. The girl just curled up against the wall, completely naked and ashamed, sobbing hysterically as she felt the sticky remnants of her's and Thomas' mixed essences ooze down her thighs. She wouldn't even allow Thomas to clean her up.
The cold night air painfully biting at her flesh was a good thing in her mind, it helped keep her awake. She didn't want to fall sleep. Didn't want to believe that this humiliating ordeal had just happened to her. She even went as far as digging her nails into her own flesh in an effort to keep up the pain in order to stay awake.
'I should have fought back! I shouldn't have given in... Why didn't I put up more of a fight?! WHY?!' Blake mentally screamed at herself.
It pained Thomas to see her like this, knowing he was responsible. He could feel her overwhelming distress, a throbbing pain between his legs even though he wasn't hurting there before. Unaware, lost in her delirious attempt to self punish, for something that was of no fault of her own, it didn't even dawn on Blake what had just happened, what was still happening... that she... had read their thoughts, even through the suffering. Her psychic abilities, slowly but steadily, were making a resurgence.
"He... he h-honestly h-has... n-no idea... w-what... h-he's j-just done..."
::To be Continued::
Author's Notes: This... was a VERY heavy chapter, to be honest. I wanted a strong follow up to what happened in Chapter 5, and I figured "THIS is it."
For the longest time, I couldn't decide if I should have Hoyt in there or not, but I finally decided to, since it really turned up the creep factor in my opinion. It's not enough for Blake to merely be Thomas' companion, now she's expected to carry his genes! (You know, maybe getting hacked to death with a chainsaw is the easy way out!)
In all honesty, Thomas really doesn't understand the sheer weight of what he just guided Thomas to do, and this is Hoyt's way getting back at Thomas just as much as he's getting even with Blake, knowing that the experience would traumatize her. Seemed like something so low and evil, Hoyt would think of it, that guy is such a sly, slick bastard. Plus, with him being there the entire time, it put pressure on Thomas to perform, even if he doesn't realize it. Twisted, heart-wrenching, and very, VERY dark!
Now, I have an alternate ending that I had written, but I altered it because the original was WAY to forgiving, even for a kind soul like Blake. Instead, I wanted something that ripped out your heartstrings and beat you with them, showing that even the friendliest and gentlest have their limits and can be pushed over the edge.
However, Hoyt may have just breathed life back into dying embers and not even realized it... Blake's powers are slowly beginning to reemerge...
Alternate ending:: Now, there may be some bits and pieces in here I'll take out and use in later chapters, so "MINOR SPOILER ALERT". However, if you're curious, go ahead and compare, see what you think. I'd like to hear your constructive opinions.
Alt Ending::
Upon hearing that gruff, gravely voice in her mind again, Blake finally managed to lift her gaze to look at Thomas, barely stifling her sniffle, "Hmmmm? W-what...?"
She could once again feel that sadness that emanated from him the first day she met Thomas, before taking that head injury that caused severe pain every time her psychic abilities tried to work. It began to dawn on Blake what was happening... her powers... they were slowly starting to come back.
A low grunt came from the brute's throat as he leaned down and kissed Blake's forehead. He didn't understand, he had been so gentle with her. Why would she have ever wished him to be harsh and cruel-spirited towards her at all during their time together? Then it dawned on Thomas; just like the day they met, Blake knew his name when he wouldn't have even been able to tell her, as he couldn't speak. He had earlier heard her ask him why he couldn't have just been cruel and violent with her and get it over with. But... Hoyt had gagged her... THAT shouldn't have been possible to hear her voice so clearly. So... how did she do it? Thomas' eyes widened in curiosity, gazing back into the girl's mismatched ones. And now Blake realized... Thomas knew about her powers!
"H-he... he honestly has no idea what he's just done..." Blake said, her voice shaking, "To both of us... Please, Thomas... no one can know."
Gently, Thomas placed his hand over her heart, before moving it over his own and lightly kissed her forehead. Blake took in several deep breaths, her body still shaking after what she had endured. She felt so conflicted; what Thomas did was horribly wrong! If she had any sense, she'd have put up more of a fight, kick and scream to escape his grasp and shun his very touch. Yet at the same time, she could sense that Tommy genuinely cared for her. Even knowing what he does, just did, and will probably continue to do until he learned otherwise, she could feel herself beginning to reciprocate that same caring. That or it was just a stronger case of Stockholm Syndrome and she was beginning to loose her grip on her own mind! Too tired to fight any longer, Blake eventually let an uneasy sleep take her, listening to the steady beat of Thomas' heart. As she drifted off, that gravely voice grunted softly in her mind once more,
'Pretty Blake... special girl. Blake... hears. Tommy wont tell Mamma or Uncle Hoyt. Might take pretty Blake away if they know pretty Blake special.'
Disclaimer:: I do not claim to own The Texas Chainsaw Massacre or any of it's characters. The references to Jason Voorhees and Lisa Voorhees are from Lady_Vorrhees' story, The Strange Good Girl.