Ma Butcher's Boys

Chapter Seven  Slaughternight Eve

by Ozmanga

2,987 words

Ten days after Katrina's abortive attempt at escape, the Outhwaites were beginning to accept their fate. They were becoming resigned to being drudges by day and sex-slaves by night and, for that matter, any other time Ma Butcher or her sons wanted to satisfy some sexual whim.

Their diet of oatmeal and water, occasionally supplemented by scraps from the heavily laden plates of the Butcher's had much to do with the steady decline in the Outhwaites' morale. The real "killer", however, was the dwindling hope of escape and the certain knowledge, if by some chance they were to get away from Ma Butcher's pig-farm, the local Sheriff and his Deputy would help to drag them back.

While there is life, the saying goes, there is hope. Helen said to her step-daughter as they lay chained on the stained mattress of the big brass bed, "If we can keep them happy we can stay alive. If we can stay alive something will turn up. We've just got to survive."

Mark, always the weakest member of the family, was the most despondent. From the first he had been obliged to watch helplessly as the two Butcher boys fucked his wife and his daughter in ways he had previously seen only in X-rated movies or pictured in his darkest dreams. To his mortification, the sight of his womenfolk being used so, aroused him sexually, despite his making every effort to control himself. After witnessing the boys having 'fun' with Katrina and Helen, he would be so excited he would willingly obey Ma and fuck-to-order. He would finish by hating himself for the sexual satisfaction his big-breasted captor gave him, whether riding his rampant erections, sitting on his face, or restoring his libido with whip and dildo.

The second night of their captivity he had been forced to witness the anal rape of his wife. To his disgust, not only had she seemed to relish the Butcher boys' filthy assault, but she had joined in humiliating him. She had strapped on a dildo and sodomized him on the kitchen table.

The day of his daughter's return from Butchersville had been a particularly bad one for Mark Outhwaite. He had been left in the dungeon, naked and chained to the bed. The tall, thin, policeman who had brought Katrina back from Butchersville stayed in the room. The quietly-spoken officer carefully undressed except for his jackboots. He selected a short leather whip from the array on the dungeon wall, gave Mark a slashing cut across the buttocks and initiated a program of activity that left his victim sobbing and retching into the mattress.

The evening of that same day, Ma had led Mark upstairs to the room where Katrina and Helen were usually held overnight. Ma ordered his daughter to fellate him. Mark had been appalled by the incestuous suggestion, but Katrina's touch was so gentle and delicate, and her sweet pink lips so persuasive as they massaged his blue veined cock, that it was all he could do to restrain himself. He became convinced that Katrina was getting as much pleasure as she was giving him. Before Mark yielded to the temptation to cum in her mouth, Katrina was dragged backwards by the bearded Spike. Mark was forced to witness, yet again, the rape of his wife and daughter while, Katrina, in what he took to be a kindly gesture, held on to his penis and pumped him dry.

Mark's lot did not improve in the days that followed. Each morning he sat at the breakfast table and ate his oatmeal, in silence unless Ma asked a question. His tasks were invariably the filthiest in the piggery. At the end of each day he needed to be hosed down by one of the Butcher brothers or the mad mute, Pigboy. With the worst filth washed off he was allowed indoors to finish cleaning himself, in the dungeon shower room, before the evening meal. 

After supper Ma would initiate some form of sexually oriented "entertainment". As she explained, "We got no TV and videos are crap. We like our porn to be hands-on and home-grown."

The day after Katrina's return, for example, she ordered Mark to describe exactly what Deputy Sherman had done to him in the dungeon the previous day. She questioned him in minute detail. When he hesitated before answering , Spike zapped him with a modified cattle-prod. Mark told all. Afterwards the boys mocked him. They gave him a lace trimmed apron to wear. On it Spike had written, "Pigs Fuck Me". He and Patrick thought it very funny.

After the post-supper "entertainment" the women prisoners were usually taken upstairs to the room with the big brass bed. Here they would be secured and left alone until one, or both, of the boys wanted to have "fun". Ma usually led Mark in to watch, knowing how horny it made him. On the night he wore his apron for the first time, the boy's "fun" started when Patrick asked Ma if she remembered, "what the stuck-up rich-bitch, with the piglet-ring in her cunt, had said she'd never do?"

Ma pretended to think, then "remembered". "Yeah, Barbie said she'd never go down on her stepdaughter, then fist her, or something like that. Hey, Patrick, I bet she will now."

"Do it!" growled Patrick. "Eat the little bitch, then fist her until I tell you to stop."

Reluctantly Helen obeyed. They had pandered to Patrick's desire to see some "Lezzy stuff" before, and Katrina had joined in the pretence. To the overweight pick-up-truck driver it was clearly a powerful turn-on. Helen remembered with distaste the lesbian pornography that littered Patrick's truck on the day of her abduction. Now, however, Helen was surprised at Katrina's immediate reaction to her gentle tonguing. The young woman gave a moan of sheer pleasure and arched her back. She wasn't pretending. She relished the tenderness shown by Helen and had shed all previously held inhibitions. 

Katrina's action presented the teenager's swollen vagina to Helen's fingers. Stimulating Katrina's clitoris with her mouth, Helen slid two, then three fingers into the youngster's juicy slit. Katrina moaned with ecstasy. Helen made a cone of fingers and inserted the tips of all five into the writhing teenager. Then Helen eased her hand into the tight but accommodating space. A series of gentle thrusts brought Katrina to the verge of orgasm, when Patrick lost his cool and dragged Helen off the younger woman so he could, once again, satisfy his urge to rape.

The next night, for Ma's after-supper entertainment, Spike saton the kitchen table and impaled Helen from behind. Using her breasts as hand-grips, he bounced her slowly up and down. Mark watched his wife writhe in pain and humiliation at being so used and displayed. To his shame felt his erection grow, making a low tent of  his apron.

"Go sit on your Daddy's lap, kid," ordered Ma. "Like you did on the first night we had you stay."

Katrina was not slow to obey. Her backside was still livid with the stripes inflicted by Sheriff Jansen and she knew Ma and Patrick took perverse pleasure in finding an excuse to spank her. The teenager sat astride her father's legs, the bulge of his growing erection pushing up the apron between her thighs. She watched her stepmother try desperately not to cry out as Spike gradually increased the tempo of his fucking and his swollen cock rubbed more fiercely on the piglet-ring in Helen's recently-pierced labia. Katrina felt Mark slide the apron from beneath her ass. She could see her father's erection gradually revealed as the lace-trimmed cloth was slowly pulled backwards. 

She felt the hot flesh of her buttocks settle against the hairy nakedness of Mark's upper thighs. The tip of his cock, warm and sticky, pressed against the bottom of her quim. The young woman tensed her muscles and was able to lift herself fractionally higher, but her relief was short-lived. Mark's cock jerked up and rubbed warmly against his daughter's smooth, plucked and swollen, cunt. 

Katrina started to get up. Mark wrapped his arms around her and sobbed with lust and guilt as he slipped his erection into the moist crevice of his daughter's sex. Katrina struggled against this monstrous intrusion and they both fell off the chair onto the stone-flagged kitchen floor. Mark, to his everlasting shame continued to hold on to the young woman despite her screams and struggle. To Helen's disgust, and Katrina's tearful disbelief, he plundered his daughter's ravished pussy, every bit as roughly as the Butcher boys had done, until he spurted inside her.

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Helen was slow to recover her usually indomitable spirits after Ma had disfigured her body with the piglet-ring. During the long working days, Ma would attach a length of fine chain to the ring and lead Helen from job to job. The chain would be secured to a strong point while Ma went about her own business and to Katrina's dog-collar (Patrick had resisted Ma's plan to piglet-ring the youngest captive's cunt) when the two women prisoners worked together. Several times Ma promised she would insert rings in Helen's nipples as well, but she did not get around to the task before Slaughternight, an event that arrived much earlier than any at the farm had expected.

Helen was in Ma's office when the fateful telephone call came. She had been on her hands and knees scrubbing the stone-flagged floor. The farm owner  had just remarked, how seeing her captive's breasts hang like ripe fruit was making her, "kinda horny, Barbie."

Ma had slipped off her pants and parted her legs so her prisoner could perform cunnilingus, when the phone rang. So Helen heard most of what was said. It made her blood run cold. The caller was Deputy Sherman. Time had run out, he said. Sheriff Bud Jansen, and he, would be paying a visit tomorrow. The Sheriff had certain requirements, which his deputy outlined. Sherman was sure Ma could cater for the Sheriff's bizarre tastes, it was part payment for the protection he supplied. But Bud was nervous and didn't want any witnesses, other than family, to survive. So, said the Deputy, "Tomorrow evening you should plan to have a Slaughternight!" Then he hung up.

"Shit!" said Ma."What a fucking waste! No, don't stop, Barbie, you're doing just fine. I guess you heard all that?"

Helen made some affirmative noises from beneath Ma's skirt.

"Just when you girls were beginning to relax and enjoy my Boys' fun! And that useless husband of yours was putting some effort into keeping me happy! Oh! That's nice, Barbie. Don't stop tha...tha...tha..."

When Helen had brought her captor to a climax she tried to talk her round.

"You don't have to kill us. You could send us out of the dungeon and Pigboy could appear, covered in pigs' blood," she said.

"Nah. The Deputy will want to see your bodies. Sherman is a careful bastard."

"Then why not kill Sherman and the Sheriff, not us?" Helen tried in desperation.

"I like the way you think, Barbie, but Bud Jansen is a cousin. I'm sorry. I reckon you would have been good for another six weeks or so. I'm not so sure about the kid and her daddy but, let's face it, you would all have to go at some time. The boys aren't going to be happy, I can tell you! I've never seen them so taken with any of our slaves."

Nor were they. After supper Ma made the announcement that Sherman and Bud were to pay a visit tomorrow . She told them, that after Bud had finished playing games, the evening would be a Slaughternight. Patrick's rage was uncontrolled. 

"No!" he roared. "These cunts are mine! Fucking Bud and his queer buddy can find their own fucking lesbian-lovers to fuck with."

It took Ma a good half hour to pacify her eldest son and a promise that the entertainment for the evening would be Barbie and the kid in a lesbian fuck-fest to remember.

Ma took Helen aside. "You make it so, Barbie. I've got piglet rings enough to make your last day on earth one long scream. Keep Pat happy and I'll slip you both a pill that'll make tomorrow seem like a trip to Disneyland."

Helen nodded, perhaps, she thought, she could use the pills against her would-be killers. She bargained with Ma for a hot shower, make-up and underwear from her suitcase, for her and Katrina, so they could make a good showing of the promised performance. While she and her stepdaughter were luxuriating in the dungeon shower they could see Mark huddled on his narrow bed. The knowledge that he was going to be butchered on the next day had sent him into a terrified sulk. Helen did not think he could help them in any way.

"Do you have a plan?" Katrina asked her stepmother as they groomed each other.

"Of course!" lied Helen cheerfully. "One more night and day of 'fun' and then we'll be free. Just put a little rouge on those nipples, dear, so they show through your wispy bra. What do you think of my stockings and garter belt. Good enough for the centre spread of 'Lesbian Lust'?"

"Those heels look lethal."

"They may be if I can keep them until tomorrow."

"So does that strap-on"

"For the finale. You can cope with it?"

"After Patrick, I can cope with anything!"

"Good, because here comes Ma to take us upstairs to the big brass bed for the last time."

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The captives' performance was stunning.  Ma and her boys stood around the bed and were amazed at the change Helen and Katrina had achieved. They glowed pinkly from the hot shower and skilfully applied makeup transformed their pallid features. Katrina wore a transparent negligee, a thong and see-through bra. She played the innocent victim of a lesbian seducer, Helen. The older woman wore black, patent-leather high-heeled pumps, black lace stockings, a matching garter-belt and a transparent black wrap. 

Helen made the first, soft, approach by kissing and fondling the younger woman's cheek and neck until their lips brushed. Then Katrina turned to embrace her stepmother. Gradually the caresses grew more bold. Helen slowly removed her step-daughter's clothes, like a gourmet peeling a grape, until all the sensually-squirming Katrina was wearing was the thong. The narrow bag of thin material cupping her swollen pussy showed a stripe of dampness in the valley between the labia. Helen stooped and slowly, with her tongue, probed the moist cleft, making the cloth even wetter and revealing the pinkness of Katrina's inner cunt.

Patrick groaned in ecstasy and had to be restrained as Helen deliberately ran her tongue up Katrina's belly and around the base of the teenager's breasts. The older woman left Katrina's red-painted nipples alone until the younger woman offered them to her, begging for a caress. Helen blew gently on each one.

Helen turned and knelt above Katrina's fan of jet black hair and allowed her step-daughter to kiss and fondle her pierced, blonde-fringed, pussy while she played with her own bosom. The older woman lifted, first one, then the other breast, so she could moisten each pointed nipple with her tongue. Once again Patrick was restrained by Ma and Spike, both of whom were titillated by the exhibition.

Helen leant forward and slipped her fingers into the damp pouch of Katrina's thong. As she eased the skimpy garment down the teenager's legs Helen lowered her head and slowly kissed the exposed flesh causing Katrina to convulse with pleasure. While the petite blonde browsed on her stepdaughter's smooth, hairless, pussy, the teenager rose up on her elbows and with a long, pink, tongue, quietly rimmed her black-stockinged lover.

As the kissing and stroking became faster and more forceful, the two captives writhed in a passionate caress. The embrace ended when Katrina, now totally naked, lay on her back, and was mounted by the black-stockinged Helen. Groin to groin, stepmother and stepdaughter panted in simulated intercourse. Patrick was beside himself with desire but Ma managed to hold him back for a little longer.

When it seemed that Helen was just about to bring Katrina to a climax, she stopped her passionate pussy to pussy frottage and reached under the pillow. Helen withdrew a large, black, double ended dildo. She inserted the smaller rubber phallus into herself and quickly fastened the belt around her hips. Katrina, seeing what her "lover" now intended, pretended to be unwilling. "No! No!" she squealed in mock alarm. Helen, the predator, forced her stepdaughter's legs up and over her shoulders, to expose the teenager's slick, wet, cunt and pink, hachured, buttocks to the menace of the heavy solid-rubber dildo.

Patrick was beside himself with desire as the performance by the captives neared its climax. He had unzipped his jeans and was pumping his cable-like member in anticipation. As Helen slipped the massive dildo into her loudly protesting stepdaughter, Patrick leapt to his feet. He hurled himself upon the unsuspecting Helen. He drove his meaty organ into her ass. In turn this forced the double-dildo hard into both women. Fortunately for them, Pat was so excited at fucking both his "Lezzie Lovers" at the same time, that in four quick thrusts he was done. Ma was able to shoo him out of the room, leaving Spike to congratulate the captives on the show, and insist on oral satisfaction from both.

Later that night, as Katrina snuggled up to Helen, she said, "That was yummy, but did it achieve anything?" 

Helen replied with bitter sarcasm, "Yes. Of course. My plan is right on track. We'll drug them with the pills Ma promised. I'll stab them with my high-heels. You can stun them with the giant strap-on."

"What we need," said Katrina drowsily, "is a shotgun."

