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.

Chapter 19: Keep Her Safe

Why was she doing this? Why did she feel this way about an absolute monster?

'Because the more time spent with you, the less of a monster he becomes.' Blake told herself.

From her perch atop Thomas' bare, muscular chest, Blake gently caressed his cheek, to which the giant of a man leaned and nuzzled into. So soft and gentle, a contrast to his rough, weathered, large hands. His breathing came out in deep huffs, brown eyes looking the girl up and down. Small but perky breasts, gracefully proportioned arms and thighs, nice and firm to the touch. Her belly stuck out just a little bit, given how small she was, indicating the first visual signs of her pregnancy. She had to have been the most beautiful thing Thomas had ever laid eyes on. And she belonged to him.

Ever so slowly, with a deep rumbling in his chest, Thomas reached to hold Blake's midsection in his hands, brushing his thumbs over where their little spawn was growing, then slid upwards to massage her breasts. At the stimulation touch, Blake couldn't help but let out a small, contented moan as he gently squeezed, sending jolts of euphoria throughout her body, rekindling that tingle between her legs as her heart beat faster.

'Always... gentle with my pretty Blake...' Thomas purred, within his mind.

Without a word, Blake wrapped her own, much smaller hands around his, slowly guiding them down the length of her body, stopping at her belly for just a moment, then to her panties. Thomas slid his fingers into them, threading the undergarments off of her as she crawled up his chest, unleashing the full scent of her wetness. Grunting, Thomas flung her panties aside, letting them vanish in a dark corner of the room. Blake still felt shy and uncertain about this, but this time, she was the one in control.

Thomas made to sit up, gripping Blake in such a way that he was about the attempt a roll in order to pin the girl beneath him.

"Thomas... y-you're supposed to stay in bed, now." Blake whispered, trying to hide the shy blush forming across her face.

With a featherlight touch, the girl pressed her fingertips to Thomas' shoulders to push him back down into the pillows, a command which he felt all but helpless to obey. He laid still, watching curiously as Blake shifted herself so that she was on her knees, his head in between them, and her naked sex tantalizingly hovering above his chapped, partially deformed lips. Daring a quick flick of the tongue, Thomas tasted her sweet, wet folds, savoring her natural juices. He was quite glad that his Uncle Hoyt taught him about this, for he never would have thought of it otherwise.

Grunting greedily, Thomas took a firm hold of the girl's butt, kneading the soft flesh with his hands while flicking his tongue in and out of Blake's apex. He could hear panting and moaning above him; there was his girl, an adorable shade of pinkish-red from what he could tell, each eager lap and lick bringing her closer to the edge of release. Blake braced herself, one hand leaning on the headboard, and the other running through the tangles of dark brown hair, the chains lightly clinking between them. It was a good thing Thomas was holding onto her, as the intense pleasure caused her knees to weaken and she might have fallen over.

Blake gasped as the brute's tongue swirled and tickled her clit and her hips began to sway and grind into his movements. Closer, closer... closer... and then...

"T-Thomas... ah!"

She let out a slight squeak right before the shock waves of orgasm hit. A tidal wave of pure ecstasy crashed over Blake while she came, sending more of her sweet, natural honey flowing into Thomas' mouth, which he happily lapped up. Once Thomas finished cleaning her up, smiling with satisfaction while licking his lips, Blake moved herself back down his chest and midsection, mindful of his still mending injuries.

Smiling shyly with a quiet laugh, Blake kissed his powerful chest. She was still completely flushed all over, and the same blush of color began to creep into Thomas' skin. Scooting down a little more, the girl let out a surprised and startled squeak when she felt the brute's erect and ready cock prod against her slick opening.

'My pretty Blake...' Thomas' gravely voice grunted in her mind, as he tilted his head slightly, running his hand through Blake's hair, coming to rest the palm against her soft cheek.

However, Blake found herself freezing up with fear. She knew why she was doing this, reminded herself constantly. But... there was always doubt that what she was doing was truly right.

'Am I really... becoming j-just another slut? …..Another whore...?'

Had she gone too far? Past the point of no return? Deep down, was she a horrible person for falling for the man that held her captive? Despite seeing his many, many flaws first hand? Tears welled in Blake's eyes, her prior confidence beginning to crumble and break. But what she didn't realize, was that those thoughts weren't kept to herself.

'No...my nice, sweet, pretty Blake. Never slut. Never whore. Carry baby, strengthen family. Pretty Blake family.' Thomas mentally growled, firmly but gently keeping the girl from turning her eyes away from him, 'Mine!'

Blake meant more to Thomas then she ever could have realized. He didn't want her to think such terrible things about herself! She was his, and before long, she would make him hers. No words came from her lips and her thoughts flew through her mind so quickly it'd be impossible to settle on one. But a pleasured gasp and accompanying moan was all Blake needed as she slowly lowered herself over Thomas' throbbing member, guiding him inside her tight, warm and wet sheath of flesh. Of course, there was pain at initial penetration, which quickly melted into pleasure soon enough.

Once Blake settled comfortably, she began to ride him. Starting slowly at first with just the thrusts of her hips. Getting used to his size took time, after all. The chains clinked and jangled with every trust, as she steadied herself by leaning over Thomas' broad chest. Of course, Thomas began to match, with thrusts and grunts of his own. He really enjoyed doing intimacy this way. With the way Blake was seated, Thomas had easy access to her firm yet soft thighs, butt, small but perky breasts, every inch of her. All his.

They remained quiet, savoring each other's company and the pure bliss they provided for one another. Blake began to pick up her pace, setting a rhythm for Thomas to follow. For a moment, his cock slid out of her sex, leaving her feeling emptied, until she thrust herself down on him again, letting Thomas fill her, striking the very best spot of her inner being. They both moaned in unison, drawing closer and closer to the edge. Thomas held onto the girl's thighs, kneading them as he threw his head back with a strangled grunt.

"T-Thomas... p-please..." Blake begged.

By now, a glistening sweat coated both of their entwined bodies. Blake could feel it, she was so close, every stroke bringing with it an intense sensation of pleasure. Before she knew it, Thomas pulled her down, so that she was lying against his chest, then kissed her. The girl didn't fight him, instead kissing him right back, riding him as though her life depended on it. Finally, with a muffled, panting breath, Blake released, coating Thomas' shaft with all her natural juices, providing the extra lubrication he craved. Shortly after, Thomas joined her in ecstasy, holding the girl close as they shared their intense orgasm. When they stopped trembling, Blake broke off their kiss, fighting to catch her breath as she lay atop Thomas' chest.

For a moment, Thomas closed his eyes, one arm wrapped around Blake to hold her in place, almost ready to slip back into an exhausted but blissful sleep. The girl on the other hand... she was crying.

"I...I could have lost you today..." she sobbed, "Please... please don't go again..."

Listening to her, Thomas sat up a little, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. There was no possible way he could fully understand what she was going through. The fear, the moral conflicts. How she could dare to love such a monster and admit it to herself. Looking up to him, Blake wiped away the tears forming in her eyes.

"Thomas... I-I'm afraid."

'Bad demon people not get Blake. Thomas protect, pretty Blake and baby.' he answered, with a kiss to Blake's forehead.

"It's n-not just them, Thomas..." the psychic admitted, swallowing the painfully dry lump forming in her throat, "What-what about t-the rest o-of your family? I-I'm scared of w-what they will do t-to our child... e-especially Hoyt."

This confused Thomas a little. Why would Blake be so scared about what his family would do with the child? Mamma had plenty of experience and would help the girl wherever she could. She was looking forward to the day the baby came into the world. Of course, there was Uncle Hoyt, but if he tried any funny business, Thomas AND Luda Mae would set him straight in a hurry. Uncle Monty may have been old and temperamental, but he had been quite pleased that the family was to be expecting a new member.

'Mamma, uncles, all family.' Thomas answered, 'Pretty Blake, family.'

Gently, he lifted Blake's chin, doing his best to offer her a smile.

"So was my mother, Thomas... a-and s-she tried to murder me." Blake pointed out, trembling slightly, "I-I don't w-want o-our child to be taught to harm and kill people! I don't want our baby to eat other humans when it grows up. P-please Thomas... promise me that." she pleaded, while tears streamed down her cheeks.

She wanted to ask him to run away with her. Help her to escape. Hell, for him to escape his overbearing mother and the uncles that ordered him around like a dog. Alas, that might have been too much to request on top of everything else. Of course, Thomas may have suspected as much. Perhaps he heard her thoughts. Family wasn't quite the same to Blake as it was to him. None of his own family ever tried to kill him. Still, the giant man lightly wiped away Blake's tears and gently lifted her off of his now flaccid manhood. Slowly, he nodded, his mind's gravely voice echoing in Blake's inner ear, 'Promise. Make pretty Blake happy.'

Well, it was probably about as good as Blake was going to get right now. Ever so carefully, Thomas moved her off his chest, laying the girl down on her side of the bed before covering her small, naked form with the sheets. Blake was exhausted, mentally and physically. Lightly, Thomas rubbed the girl's belly, smiling happily. He remembered something Mamma mentioned in passing, how pregnant women tend to have unpredictable changes in their mood. Perhaps that's all that was really bothering and upsetting Blake in this moment. Though watching his pregnant wife drift off to sleep did bring an idea to the brute's mind. He wouldn't always be in a position where he could protect her. But, Thomas knew of something he could do for Blake, something that would not only help keep her safe, but with any luck, make her happy as well.

'Mamma will understand.' he told himself.

Gently, he kissed the top of Blake's head before settling down himself. Thomas may have been feeling much better, but he'd still need to get a lot more rest in order to heal. The brute drifted to sleep, keeping a hold of his special girl.

*Sometime the Next Morning*

Blake honestly hated the fact that she'd actually settled into the standard routine of the Hewitts, particularly family breakfast in the morning. Any time she heard "bacon" or "sausage" sizzling in the pan, it just made her feel ill. The only thing she could really take solace in this morning was that Thomas was up and about just fine, though a large reason for that may have been because he simply didn't want to leave her unattended around Hoyt for extended periods of time.

And of course, while Blake tried to choke down her eggs and toast, there was Hoyt, leveling one suspicious look at her after another, trying to peer around Thomas' bulk. At least until Luda Mae caught him in the act.

"Ya gave us quite a scare, Tommy. Glad yer feelin' better." the old woman cooed, kissing her large son on the side of his head, causing him to groan, "Darlin' Blake, ya took mighty good care of him. I'm proud of ya, sweetie."

"Oh yeah, I bet she took REAL good care of Tommy, didn't she boy?" Hoyt questioned, with one of his usual sly, perverted grins.

Blake turned a little red, trying to keep her head down and mouth shut, however... the girl was getting tired of being treated like some sort of pleasure object, "What Thomas and I do behind closed doors quite frankly is no concern of yours."

With a grunt, Thomas nodded, his mask hiding the slight smile forming on his misshapen lips. Luckily, Hoyt didn't press the matter any further, especially once Luda Mae agreed with Blake, and they could all eat in peace. There was some discord in the family, Blake could feel it, though she knew Luda Mae would hold it together for as long as possible. All the young psychic had to do was continue playing her cards right. Unless of course the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation swooped in and just took them all out.

While absentmindedly thinking of all sorts of different scenarios where everything was shot to Hell in a hand basket, Blake realized that she had been rearranging the food on her plate with her fork into the crude shape of a building, very much like the one she'd drawn in the dirt the day before.

'What?! Not again!' she groaned to herself

Praying that no one else noticed, Blake quickly mixed it all back together. Though Thomas curiously glanced over to her, 'Again?' he questioned.

It was only a glimpse, and it may have been a crude representation made with food, but there was something oddly familiar. Maybe later he'd get Blake her sketchbook and have her try again.

After breakfast, Luda Mae requested Blake's help with the clean up, as usual, while she got a start on the day's laundry. Thomas however, instead of running off to his basement, gave his special girl a kiss, patted her tummy with a deep, pleased purr in his chest, before dashing out the kitchen door. He seemed rather excited about something.

'Thomas? What are you-?' Blake began, in her mind, only to hear a gruff, 'No pretty Blake! Surprise.' answer her.

Well, give Thomas credit where credit was due! He was certainly learning quickly when it came to Blake's unusual methods of communicating with him. Letting out the breath that she didn't even realize she was holding, Blake returned to her chores only to almost drop the glass serving dish that she was holding. There was Hoyt, suspiciously glaring down at her, like a snake prepared to strike a mouse.

"Y-yes?" Blake questioned, trying to go around Hoyt only for him to step on her chain, causing the girl to jerk back with a small yelp, "All I have t-to do is scream..." she whispered to the much larger male, as she returned his glare.

Hoyt took a quick glance around, making sure Luda Mae was preoccupied, before he leaned down into Blake's face, "I know ya know more about them hooded assholes then you is lettin' on, girlie! What makes ya so special? What do they want with ya, hmmmm? And just what is their fuckin' deal with that blade glove? How is that "God"?"

'That one motherfucker wrote this little bitch's name in his own fuckin' blood before he died. She knows somethin'!' ran through Hoyt's mind, as he checked once again to make sure no one else was around.

"U-uuuummmm..." Blake stammered, already feeling her stomach's contents churning uncomfortably, "I-it's..." she tried to think of something that sounded reasonable, but wasn't the whole truth, "M-my eyes... t-they're very rare, each one being a different color. It's a genetic mutation I-I was born with. T-they think... i-if t-they have me... they'll be able to u-use m-me to grant them s-special powers or something. T-they aren't quite right in the head."

Hoyt kept up his grin, causing Blake to wince as his beer and tobacco laced breath stung her nose and she felt his groping paw up against her belly, "Kill ya... I think kill ya is the words you was lookin' fer, lil' Missy." he growled, low in his throat, "But... you is family, carryin' family inside ya, my lil' niece or nephew. So we gotta look out fer ya."

Still smiling, he patted Blake's belly, "Hmmmmm? Come on, now. Don'tcha trust yer ol' Uncle Hoyt?"

'Look out fer the little cunt fer as long as need be. I think she's been a bad influence on the boy, but he'll fuss way too much if his favorite toy gets taken away. She's gotta be one of them, I know it... them yappin' on 'bout some Honored Mother, flesh and blood, all that shit.'

Blake's knuckles turned white the more she read Hoyt's thoughts, and if her grip became any tighter she'd have broken the dish she held in her hand. But before Hoyt could assault her with any more questions or accusations, the kitchen door flung open with a thud and a loud bark filled the room. Blake stared in shock at first, which quickly turned into joy when she saw Thomas standing at the threshold, leash in hand and Toby at his side.

Immediately, Hoyt removed his foot from Blake's tether, now that there were two he really needed to worry about pissing off. At least Toby wasn't barking and snarling uncontrollably, still, the false sheriff didn't want to take any chances after what happened with Jason.

"Toby!" Blake gasped, in surprise.

She set the serving dish down and rushed to her dog's side. Toby whined softly, his tail wagging as he jumped up at his mistress' invitation. Of course Blake was delighted to see her dog again, outside of that stuffy old barn. She scratched his ears, head and neck with aggressive affection, while Thomas waited patiently. The soft hum of white noise greeted her ears, and she faintly heard her father's gentle voice, 'I made a promise to you, kitten.'

Hoyt meanwhile, just glared at the scene, crossing his arms and not even trying to hide his look of annoyance. He'd have to put his foot down this instant before things got out of hand.

"T-thank you, Thomas." Blake said, softly.

The girl hadn't even expected him to hand over the leash, but that was Blake's next surprise.

"No, no, no, boy. Git that animal outta here before Mamma sees it, damn beast belongs outside!" Hoyt shouted.

A low growl was the only answer Hoyt got, but whether it came from Toby or Thomas remained to be seen.

'Daddy... please don't, not right now...' Blake pleaded mentally.

The fur on Toby's hackles raised, but nothing more then that. Thomas however shook his head 'no.' Now Blake understood; those Soldiers of Eternal Damnation that attacked Thomas greatly rattled the brute, and with everything she told him the night before, he was going to make damn sure the girl was safe at all times. If he wasn't around to guard Blake and their unborn baby, then Toby would be!

'Toby, good dog. Toby protects pretty Blake and baby.' Thomas growled in his mind.

"Didja just tell ME no, Tommy?" Hoyt huffed, eyes widening in shock as his much larger nephew blatantly ignored his commands.

"Now just what in the hell is goin'-?!" Luda Mae cut herself off as she stomped out of the laundry room, obviously attracted by the commotion in the kitchen.

There was Thomas, Blake and her dog, and then Hoyt telling them to get rid of the animal. Naturally though, the girl became incredibly nervous when the Hewitt Matriarch showed up, as Thomas wasn't one to brush off her orders, no matter how hard Blake pleaded with him. But, she could tell that Toby was up to something, and Blake herself had a little idea. As much as she'd like to her faithful canine to tear that harpy's throat out, sometimes a more subtle approach was needed.

"Mamma, tell him to put that damn dog back in the barn before I shoot this one too!" Hoyt demanded.

At that, Blake flashed the fake lawman an ugly glare, but held her tongue. Right now, setting her dog on any one of them after Thomas trusted her enough to go and bring Toby to her would only serve to damage the bond she'd carefully been tending.

"You hush now," Luda Mae said, in a stern, motherly voice toward Hoyt, "As fer ya, sweetie... well, I don't know. Tommy, that animal is dangerous and has tried sinkin' it's fangs into Hoyt before." she sighed, wiping the sweat from her brow before putting her hands to her hips.

Now Hoyt had this triumphant smile on his face, already motioning for Thomas to put Toby back outside.

"Please, Mrs. Hewitt, l-let me keep him with me." Blake pleaded.

Toby gently sniffed and nuzzled at his mistress' belly, then barked once before sitting down beside her. Grunting, Thomas gestured to Toby, then to Blake, hugging the girl close to him with a pleading look in his deep brown eyes. (Had it not been for the partially decomposed, leathery skin-mask over his face, he might have actually looked cute.) In his own way, the massive brute was trying to explain why he wanted Blake to have her dog back.

"W-what I think Thomas i-is trying to say," Blake began, picking her words carefully, as not to give anything about her mysterious powers away.

She knew exactly what was going through his mind, 'Toby protect pretty Blake... and baby.' Hearing this, she leaned against Thomas' chest, letting him caress her stomach, just to emphasize her point,

"I-is that h-he's worried t-that more o-of t-those cultists m-may try to break in a-and take me away f-from the family," Blake explained, glancing up to Thomas as he nodded, "H-he's been hurt, s-so Tommy w-wanted m-me and t-the baby to be safe." she finished, scratching Toby's ears.

"Come on now, ya can't be serious! You saw what that animal did, mamma. What's ta stop her from havin' it attack any one of us?" Hoyt questioned, gesturing toward Blake with his thumb.

It was a valid question he brought up, as much as Blake hated to admit it. Still, the dog hadn't made one hostile move, save for the ruff to raise up a little earlier. (But Luda Mae wasn't there to see that.) Other then that, Toby had been perfectly well behaved.

"I-I wont let h-him hurt any of you," pleaded Blake, "A-after... w-what happened w-with Jason..."

She began to tear up a little, and the fact that they were genuine helped. Luda Mae gently shushed the girl, not wanting her to be upset, given her condition. The elderly woman took a handkerchief out of her pocket to dry Blake's eyes with, only to accidentally drop it. Before Luda Mae even had a chance to let out a light curse and bend down to pick it up, Toby already had the handkerchief in his mouth, tilting his head cutely as he handed it back to her before sitting down.

Luda Mae tried to hide it, but there was a bit of a smile on her face as she gave the dog a few pats on the head before taking her hankie back. Indeed, given what those lunatics did to her son and Hoyt alike, a little extra protection would be helpful. Especially given their obsession for Blake. She was Thomas' girl, and he was doing what he thought he needed to to keep his wife safe, as any good husband should.

Hoyt now knew he lost the argument, and it was Blake's turn to flash him a mischievous little smile when Luda Mae wasn't looking.

"Well, alright then, the dog can stay now. BUT, if he so much as tries ta take a bite outta anyone in this house, back outside he goes, ya hear?" Luda Mae ordered, "That bein' said, the dog stays in the barn at night and Tommy can bring him to ya in the mornin'. Don'tcha be gittin' no ideas 'bout runnin' off neither. It ain't safe, specially with them nutjobs runnin' 'round."

Well, not a complete victory, but it was progress. Blake nodded in agreement, happy to have her faithful friend, (not to mention her father), back at her side.

'Thanks, dad...'

'Whatever it takes...' whispered her father's disembodied voice in her ear.

Thomas glanced down at Blake, smiling beneath his mask. His girl had made him very happy, filled the void in his life with absolute joy. Now he could do the same for her.

"Thank you so much, Thomas... you have no idea how much this means to me." Blake said.

Tenderly, Thomas gave her a kiss on the lips, rubbing her belly once more for good measure. However, their little moment was quickly broken up, as Luda Mae reminded the both of them that there were chores to carry on with. Hoyt, with a huff, threw his arms up in the air and stomped out of the kitchen, presumably to go down into the basement and give the poor girl still trapped down there a good hate fucking.

Well, some things didn't change. And there were some things Blake wouldn't just let go as they happened. But she needed to wait for the right time. Getting custody of Toby and having the German Shepherd with her was only one of many victories. Formulating a plan in her mind, Blake set about cleaning up the breakfast dishes while Thomas went outside to get work done in the barn. All the while, Toby stayed by Blake's side.

::To be Continued::

Author's Notes: 19 chapters so far? And I just finished the first draft of chapter 20 before posting this one! We may be looking at 25-28+ chapters total, depending on how things go. Quite the milestone, though. Overall, I've loved working on this story.

So, to start things off, some adorable yet steamy sexy time for Blake and Thomas, further tending and strengthening their bond together. I know it's not exactly healthy, falling for the man that kidnapped, raped, and is holding you prisoner... but we aren't psychically linked to them either. There are greater powers at work here.

And... Thomas wants Blake to remain safe, especially when he's not around. Now he's trusting Blake enough to give her back her dog. Naturally, this pisses off Hoyt, who's quite certain that Blake actually is or was a member of the cult at some point, and knows her connection to them is greater then she's telling them. (Thomas knows the exact reason... probably a good thing he can't talk or write! I'm honestly not sure as to the extent of Thomas' literacy, if he even has any, it'd probably be like, at a 2nd grade level at best? He's slower, but not stupid by any means.)

In particular, changing tactics with Toby was one of my favorite moments. Given Tobias' hatred for Hoyt, instead of having Toby snarl and bite, he's aiming to get on Luda Mae's good side so he'll be able to stay with Blake and keep an eye on her himself. So, Blake's building more and more trust, but how long until the foundations crumble, loyalty is tested, and the shit hits the fan?

Disclaimer:: I do not claim to own The Texas Chainsaw Massacre/Nightmare on Elm Street or any of it's characters. The references to Jason Voorhees and Lisa Voorhees are from Lady_Vorrhees' story, The Strange Good Girl.