Only in Texas. by MrsMacabre

Everytime she exhaled, her chest ached. The cold stung her throat and lungs, and the cold dew on the grass was making her feet burn. It was dead silent, she tried to stop breathing whenever she took a step. It was pitch black outside, she couldn’t help but to ask herself, ‘Can you do this? Can you survive this, Rosey?’She bit her lip and slowly stepped over a couple of branches, she was terrifed. The light from the house was shining into the woods, she knew they could see her at any time. Next to dying, what she was fearing the most; to be caught the way she was. Topless. It was cold out, and her C-36 sized bra was barely covering her. There was a perfect moment to grab her button up shirt when the man swinging a chainsaw fell over a fence…Why she didn’t was beyond her. She mentally scolded herself for being stupid, when subconciously she knew that wasn’t the reason she didn’t pick her shirt back up. Far off in the distance, she could hear the horrifying chainsaw sputtering. It was far enough that Rosey knew there was no reason to panic, they must’ve thought she went the other direction. With the easy thought on her mind, she began to run, not caring about how loud she was. ‘Your gonna do it, Rosey…Your going to make it!’

Her rose red hair whipped wildly around her face, a few strands stuck to her face from blood. Soon, she came to a stop. She realized she had no idea where she was going, and the thought of running into someone half naked didn’t thrill her all that much. Rosey leaned against a tree to lick her dry lips and let out a few sobs. It was the most frustrating situation she had ever been in. It also began to worry her that she heard the oh so scary weapon hault to a stop the moment she started running. Then, she heard a twig snap behind her. Her chest exploded but froze at the same time, she wasn’t even able to breathe. Her irish green eyes darted around the darkness that her vision still hadn’t adjusted to. Rosey took one step forward, and then felt a hand larger than her neck take a hold of her hair, and throw her to the ground. Rosey let out a blood curling scream when she landed near blood covered boots, and looked up to see a tattered apron, stained with her friends insides.

Sticks, mud and leaves prevented her from crawling away. She continued to scream as this massive man whom she could only compare to the size of a football player started to rev his chainsaw. The man she had come to know as Leatherface. Frustrated grunts came from under his mask as the chainsaw wouldn’t start. Rosey sobbed and covered her face, completely forgetting about being bare. It was just that; her large, perky breasts that reminded Leatherface it was always when in the middle of danger teenagers decided to have sex. So many people he had killed while having sex, he never once had the experiance. As she held her breath, covering her eyes…Leatherface’s lips twitched with joy when he began to realized what an opportunity he had infront of him. She had no where to go, she was half naked, and she was drop dead gorgeous.

His child-like mind drove him to drop to one knee and just stare at her body, he also felt lucky that it was summer and she wore shorts. Her curves were sharp, they looked so easy to trace and hold. She was physically fit as most of the teens he encountered were…She was extremely short, but had slender legs, beautifully toned and smooth. Her covering her eyes brought back the memories of when girls couldnt stand to look at him. He roughly removed her hands and stared into her eyes, filled with fear. He threw his other leg over her, now staring down at her, she began to sob again. It wasn’t hard to see what was going to happen. His baby blue eyes kept fixed on her chest, her bra was lacy and barely see through. It hurt trying to concentrate and use his imagination, when he knew he could do something about it.

He had never been good with the opposite sex, but he knew what he wanted to do. Slowly and gently, he reached for her breast. He could feel the nipple under the cloth pressing against his palm. Slowly Thomas massaged her breast, enjoying the feeling it gave him in the pit of his stomach. He could feel his pants get tight. It was strange, the feeling he was getting. He never spoke, never even muttered a phrase to even his family; but he knew full well the meaning of ‘fuck’. And he knew he wanted to fuck the tiny woman beneath him. Rosey didn’t help herself by choking on the air from hyperventilating and letting out shudders of terror. It was obvious that she was in no condition to fight back…Perfect.

He licked his lips with evil hunger, watching her push his thighs, trying to move him away. It did no good. She had to be, at most, one hundred and ten pounds. She wasn’t about to fight off a two hundred and thirty pound man; especially one that murdered in his spare time. After crying, she started to thrust her body around, hoping it’d do something, unknowlingly throwing her body against him. It sent him over the edge, and he fell to his primal instincts. He violently pressed his hips against hers, trying to get the feel of it. The sensation drove him crazy, and he let out a low growl staring down at her.

‘Oh my god, this is real. I’m going to get raped.’ Nothing she could do could help.
Grunts of pleasure freely escaped Tommy’s mouth. He reached up and grabbed her breast again, still keeping a steady rhythm with his hips. Rosey tried to pull away from his touch but failed. As he kept rocking up against her, she stopped trying to escape. It was hopeless. She was overpowered and had no choice but to take it. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed against his broad shoulder. A long moan escaped Tommy’s mouth. He realized it didn’t matter how far he pushed himself against her, he wasn’t going to get the contact he wanted. He needed to be inside of her.

In one swift motion, he threw his apron over his shoulder and started to unbuckle his pants. In such a state of shock, she kept staring. Not making a peep. When his manhood finally had relief from not being contained, he sighed and started on her shorts.

His legs kept her from moving, and she didn’t dare raise her hands to him. He easily and slowly unzipped her shorts, staring into her eyes as he did so. Rosey felt herself become more confused than anything. She wondered why she wasn’t scared, why she felt strangely aroused. It was almost torture, his thumb pressing down on her clitoris. He was making her wet, and he didn’t even know it. The corners of her mouth form a smile for half a second, she then stared down at his hand. Not very suprised to see an erection, and him continuing to pull her shorts down.

Finally, he had her completely naked except for the necklace dangling between her breasts. She kept her wrists planted in the ground where he left them, even though he was no longer holding her down. Rosey found herself shrieking when he lowered himself down to her level, occasionally licking his lips while giving her a glare of desire. He seemed to gently brush his fingers down the middle of her head, pushing her bangs back; then roughly tightening his grip to keep her head in the same place as he peeled her bottom lip down with his other hand, and rammed his tongue into her mouth. Rosey found no reason to scream, unless she wanted to feel more awkward and scared than she already did. Cringing in disgust, she felt him let go and suddenly place his hands all down her body, as if inspecting her. His hand jumped from her youthful breasts, her now completely wet pussy, her beautiful tangled hair and then back again. She threw her hands to the ground in a fit, and stared into his baby blues, and snarled, “D-do it…J-just….Do it.”

He cocked his head but kept his eyes on her. He parted her legs in a rough manner, pushing them as far as they would go, growling as he did so. Then, keeping her distracted by his animalistic sounds, he slowly pushed his erected cock into her, making sure she felt the pain. Rosey could make do with cringing in pain when he first started, then couldn’t bare the pain as it was all the way in her, and shrieked in pain. She knew better than to try and attack him, so she intertwined her fingers through her hair and ratted it up, whining and sobbing at the feeling of her innocence being taken. Somehow, under all the pain, she was being stroked and rubbed in a way she’d never felt before, she almost couldn’t believe how enjoyable the tingling was. He slightly pulled back out of her, then pushed himself back in. His throbbing cock felt amazing inside of her, she could feel every movement he was making. The short squeeks of pain were now becoming short pants and breathless grunts. She felt her pussy heat up when he dug his hands into the mud beside her head and start to pick up his pace, his cock slid in and out of her with ease, she was extremely aroused, and the blood helped as a lubricant. The horrid situation almost didn’t bother her anymore, she didn’t feel like her life was in any danger, at all. She had come to learn Leatherface as a mental illness, half the time he didn’t know what he was doing was wrong.

It’s what made the experiance so thrilling, she felt like she was seven again, touching her pussy for the first time. The overbearing feeling of knowing your not getting the tingle to its full extent, but still enough to make you think it’s the horniest you’ll ever be. Naturally, he thrusted upwards while fucking her; his pelvic bone colliding with her clit, and the tip of his penis stroking her sensative spot everytime. She began screaming like before, just as loud. Only this time, she had a hold on the colar of his shirt, begging and pleading him to go faster. Poor Thomas did the best he could. Rosey took a hold of the tie that was dangling on her breasts and threw him to the side. He was caught off guard, so he lost his balance and fell to his side, then rolled onto his back. She immediatly crawled ontop of him, teasing his cock by dragging her wet pussy on it as she moved closer to his face. It wasn’t like Rosey to make faces during situations like this, she tried her best to keep it straight. Secretly, the teasing she was doing was driving herself crazy. It felt like a wet dream, the wet dream that you never get to finish; only she grinned from ear to ear when she realized she had the power. She could fuck the shit out of someone for the first time, feel her first orgasm. This is a time she knew she’d never forget. Gently, she positioned his stiff to her entrance and sat down. She saw the discomfort on his face, the look in his eyes that said, ‘Please.’