Part 48

Chapter One

Exultant after his release from prison, where he’d spent months awaiting trial on drugs charges, the burly menacing Charles Smith certainly had an awful, lot to Catch up with, most especially with his girl Caroline Dixon and his position as enforcer for the Manor House fetish organisation.

Sure Charles Smith was as guilty as hell over his drug bust, but when having no real evidence against him, other than the word of a single witness, it took little more than the abduction of his teenage daughter by some friends of Charles, for the witness to change his mind about testifying against Charles, even though Charles had been kept in prison well away from the witness and the couple of cops protecting him.

“Forget you ever saw the guy or even heard of him ... otherwise all hell will be let lose on your daughter” was the basis of the message to the witness, along with a photo of his naked daughter, tied hand and foot to a dirty old bed.

The Word soon came back from the witness and the girl released and returned to Uni, along with a warning about the future safety of her family and a large envelope full of cash.

An so with all Charges against him dropped, Charles Smith was free to return to the Manor House cottage he shared along with his young busty blonde sex slave Caroline Dixon, there to discover the busty young blonde had herself tied to her bed undergoing the attentions of Duke under the laughter of Stuart Hall and Trevor Hill.

A laughter that soon turned to pain and tears for the teenagers under the brutal barrage of fists aimed at Stuart and Trevor by the furious Charles Smith, who not only saw the boys as being responsible for spoiling his homecoming, but also his nominal boss Richard, who in the eyes of Charles Smith would himself have a price to pay and that price would be Charles taking over the fetish operations based in the Manor House, although under Charles Smith there’d be no more young kids fucking his whores or dogs such as Duke mounting his girl Caroline.

For Charles had enough problems with the Police just waiting for him to slip up than to invite further troubles...

Chapter Two

Unless wearing sunglasses a black eye is never easy to conceal, even when layered with cosmetics and such was the bruising around the black eye given to her by her ‘lover’ Harry, the husband of her Mother, Catherine Dixon was never going to hide her bruising when eventually arriving home the following morning to be confronted by Catherine’s angry son Dan, despite her attempts to conceal her bruising and wearing sunshades when leaving to Hotel with Harry.

.”You just tell that perve son of yours you really did walk into a door ... you got that Catherine? ... otherwise I’ll take it out on Dan and maybe even his little brother ... you’re my bitch now and mine you’ll stay ... understood?”

Warned Harry in no uncertain terms before leaving Catherine to drive her own car home whilst Harry returned to her oblivious Mother Kate.

Catherine did indeed understand, when not for the first time feeling the rage of whatever man decided to control her and

even though this time it happened to be the brutal husband of her own Mother.

Not that Catherine had any say in the decisions and demands Harry made of her when having discovered her naked tied and tied to her sons bed, leaving Catherine no option but to obey every demand Harry now made of her ... including her having a child with her own stepfather!

And so it had been Catherine’s decision to continue taking her birth control precautions that led to the display of anger and sheer anger toward her that led directly to her massive black eye, from Harry, leaving Catherine hurt, humiliated and now justifiably terrified of her suddenly brutal stepfather.

Making her way home only too aware of the black eye behind her sunshades Catherine was only too aware she’d somehow now have to explain that eye away to her eighteen year old son Dan, who’d no doubt be waiting to confront her demanding her explanation.

Well, that’d just have to wait until she’d seen her baby son Peter, decided Catherine whilst preparing to stick with the walking into a door story demanded by Harry...

“Yeah, is that right Mom ... began Dan ... well you know as well as I do that I wasn’t born yesterday and my guess is you annoyed whatever punter you’ve spent the night with ... well, while you probably deserved it, not only will you won’t be seeing that fucker again but as part punishment you can hand over the cash to me”!

Exclaimed Dan angrily when finally confronting his tired and aching Mother, whose cunt and Anus had earlier yet again been subjected to a brutal fucking from Harry’s massive cock.

Although only too aware it must have been Harry giving his Mother her black eye and despite a mounting anger, Dan decided against revealing to Catherine he knew all about her and Harry.

For with his own plans for Catherines Mother Kate going so well, Dan wasn’t about to confront Harry and in doing so perhaps allowing Harry somehow to ruin Dan’s carefully crafted plans to fully enslave Harry’s still glamorous wife.

Besides which, Dan knew his Mother was lying through her teeth to him about Harry and was well used used to the occasional beating, especially when having been subjected to regular and far worse beatings from Stuart Hall and many others stretching back to the teenage Sean Brady and which in Catherine’s line of work were an occasional hazard she become acustmoned to, thought Dan.

Besides which, the threatening Phone call Dan had received from his sister Caroline prior to his Mother arriving home, had thrown his own plans for his Mother Catherine and perhaps also those of Harry into disarray.

“Well well Danny boy, my Charles is home and looking for blood, which he’s already taken from Stuart Hall and that little creep Trevor when he came home to find they’d fucked me and tied me to the bed with Duke trying to get at me” Caroline had begun in her best taunting manner before adding.

“So my little Danny, both of them are now in hospital with broken bones and it won’t be ending there because Charles wanted to know everything, all about our Mother, Auntie Vicky and Annie Day, who Richard sold to afriend of his ... and you as well Danny, although I haven’t yet told Charles of just how nasty you were toward me when trying to get me pregnant ... not yet anyway ... so you are safe ... for the bring at least anyway Danny”

There Caroline had deliberately tailed off, leaving her stunned brother demanding to know just what the ever devious Caroline meant by that, before before being shocked to the core as Caroline then added.

“What goes around comes around Danny and unless you want Charles to ensure to never walk again, let alone fuck anyone again, you little brother will in around nine months time be proudly pushing the pram of the little baby you are going to have with our Mother ... I want that bitch pregnant again but this time with your child ... just as you tried to do with me!”

After which Dan was once again stunned by his sister, this time when hearing Caroline demanding that within a week he also help her install his girl Sharon as both her replacement as Dukes HuCow lactation slave and as a BDSM whore for Charles, which was probably no more than an irritant to Dan compared with phis then being told by his sister.

“So now it’s payback time for you Dan, Ten Months maximum, then it’s either Daddy Dan or you never walk and fuck again,”

After tossing the phone onto the bed, the naked Caroline Dixon looked up toward Charles Smith and his massive erection.

“Thank you Master” was all Caroline said, before crawling across the bed to once again begin kissing and worshipping that huge erection, happy in the knowledge that her now having the means in the form of her Master and Lover Charles, she’d be making the two people most responisble for her continued humiliations regret ever doing so

Sure she’d already caused her Mother enough heartache when having to give birth to the son of two teenage boys who’d continuously raped Catherine, thought Caroline, but this time it would be even more satisfying seeing her Mother going through the humiliations of carrying and giving birth to her son Dan’s child, a fact Caroline would remind her Mother of every time she saw her baby bumb and the offspring of her Mother and Brother!...

With his thoughts still in turmoil when shaken to the core by his sisters phone call, Dan Dixon now looked at his beautiful yet tired looking Mother and her black eye with mixed feelings. Sure he’d often fantasisied over having Catherine all to himself and even having a family with her, but that was before the Harris twins had repeatedly raped his Mother to deliberately make her pregant with a kid they hadn’t the slightest interest in.

However Dans thoughts were more in the controlling of his Mother whenever he could and enjoy her body as often as possible, which was usually in between the arrival and departure of Catherine’s latest brutal pimps.

Although with the truly frightening and menacing figure of Charles Smith back on the scene, those words of his sister had frightened Dan beyond belief and knew he had no option but concede to Caroline’s demands, that of knocking up his Mother, whilst installing Sharon as Dukes HuCow, a task he’d have to carry out without first arousing the suspicions of his pretty young part time bisexual girlfriend.

Alouth for security reasons, was fortunately unaware of the part Duke played in the Hucow proceedings and thought these ‘Cabarets’ consisted only of the ‘HuCow’ having her nipples and breasts secured by vacuum to a Milking Machine’

Nonetheless, Sharon had once told Dan there’s no way she’d ever allow herself to be humiliated in a such a manner.

“Well Sharon has one hell of a shock coming” decided Dan whilst studying the tired figure of his Mothers Catherine, wearing only her sexy red lingerie with almost all of her own large breasts on display to her son, breasts Dan thought would also be a perfect fit for that lactation milking machine.

Eventually Dan decided that with Sharon away for a few days filming a BDSM video with Helen and Bill Coombe, he’d take the opportunity of first the first time spending the night with his Mother in her own bed, not only fucking her as often as he could with the assistance of his blue pills, but of ensuring his Mother was unable to access to the supply of morning after pills Dan knew Catherine kept in her bathroom.

If that meant him having to tend his kid brother for a while then so be it, his legs and dick were more important than Peter Harris missing his Mom for a few days.

“You look really exhausted Mom, go take a pill and get some sleep, Sharon’s away but I’ll take care of Peter for the day and wake you later for a hot bath, then we’ll chat some more”

Dan instructed his tired Mother, thankful to be be spared any further interrogation from her son and of his volunteering to take care of his Half brother Peter for the rest of the day, unaware of just what Dan was planning for her later in the day...

Although only the following morning did Catherine fully understood the enormity of the outwardly generous gesture of her son Dan, when allowing his Mother to sleep the rest of the day and in the process to care for his little half brother Peter for the day, just as Dan had again done this morning when feeding and playing with Peter in his room, before returning to his mother in her bedroom and to yet again slip naked into bed alongside his Mother, herself naked aside from the padded leather ankle and wrist cuffs Catherine had worn all night and when clipped together ensured Catherine was unable to go anywhere without the permission of her naked son Dan.

Leather cuff’s Dan Dixon had secured to his Mothers wrists and ankles after having allowed Catherine a long hot bath and then slipping into bed beside his puzzled, concerned and yet obedient Mother, telling Catherine

after she’d been

allowed the sheer luxury of six hours blissful sleep whilst Dan was caring for his little half brother Peter, before she’d eventually been woken with coffee and a snack by Dan before instructing his Mother to take a long hot soak in her bath.

It was long time since she’d been able to lock her bathroom door and so it had come no surprise when Dan walked in and sat of edge of the bath to begin gently toying with his Mothers breasts and gold nipple rings whilst telling Catherine, partially truthfully and partly because Dan knew he’d no other choice.