****** Whose Mother -- Part III by Lisle ******
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Whose Mother -- Part III


Selling Mother to the Sadistic Butcher Shop Owner

**** If you haven't read the first two parts, you may want too do so before
reading this part.

I had promised Bob that I'd finish the story of my mother, and probably could
have done an adequate job without coming up to the cabin that Red had purchased
some years ago; then passed on to his son. Yet I figured Bob would appreciate
some visuals to go along with the ending. As one would guess, the cabin held
the visuals that would put all that I had told him into proper prospective.

"I talked with Red's kid," I told Bob as I got out of the car, "Very trusting
fellow."

"Hope he has some beer inside," Bob replied "I'm dry as a bone. But I'm wide
awake and wanting to hear it all. Even if it takes all fucking night."

"Well maybe I won't have to talk to much," I told him unlocking the front door.
I bid him follow me and took him to a den in the back of the cabin. Flicking on
a light, I listened to Bob let out a long low whistle of excitement.

Adorned on all the walls were pictures of nude women, and young girls. Some in
good taste, others pure pornographic. I left Bob to gawk and work himself into
a burning sweat, and went to the kitchen and got us a six pack of beer.

As I came back into the den Bob looked over his shoulder at me, "Some of these
pictures are very old," pausing to gather his thoughts, "Ah would you say any
came from the 1950's?"

I laughed at his sudden awkwardness. I walked over to one picture of a nude
woman posed for a cheese cake photo. "This picture was taken for a burlesque
theater on State Street in Chicago. Now it couldn't be displayed on the street.
You see -- shows her nipples and pussy. Couldn't show those things back then.
But just inside. Just barely inside; so when the doors where held open for any
length of time. Well you get the idea. Now of course she couldn't be like that
on stage--it was against the law. Of course it was. Well maybe, just maybe,
with the right cops on the beat. Just maybe you'd see her."

"Can I guess?" Bob smiled from ear to ear. "This your mother?"

I shook my head yes and guided him to another where she was on her all fours.
Bob studied it for a long while before saying anything. "Damn you weren't bull
shitting. She was one fine lady. With big fucking tits. I mean not sloppy fat
tits..."

"I get the point," I said sitting down on a chair watching Bob's head spin
around in excitement.

"Shit," Bob said excitedly, "This is you and your buddies with her, isn't it!"

"Yep,"

"Damn you guys had the world by the tail. Your mother's tail, that is! So what
came next?"

"Well like I was telling you we were bored. Bored with sex with my mother, that
is."

"That's nuts. How the fuck could you get bored with a nice body like that?"

Yet as the six of us sat on Red's front steps that long ago summer night
remembering the fun we had the past year at my mother's expense it was apparent
that something was missing, somehow we were actually bored. Bored not so much
with sex. No more with my mother than anything.

We had used her as a way to deal ourselves into getting new willing "sex"
partners. For pictures of my mother, or having my mother perform for other guys
around our age bracket, we were able to get some pictures in exchange, of their
sisters, cousins, and even a couple of aunts. Now some of the pictures we had
to wait until the girls matured more, but some paid out right away. We were
getting sex from a couple of high school seniors and an eighth grader on a
regular basis. In all fairness they were not bad looking either.

So the guys, as well as myself, were getting plenty. It was probably easier for
the guys; because the girls were closer to our age, so when they fucked they
didn't feel intimidated. I guess. Also, although no one said it; there was a
bit of deep guilt at what we had done. All except Red. As time went on that
summer the others would see less and less of my mother.

As another man walked out of Red's rundown flat, zipping up his pants, Jimmy
said there went another happy customer thanks to my mom. In fact my mother was
inside fucking and sucking for Red's parents; who were still making a fairly
decent profit with my mother as their whore.

Jimmy's dad too, still used my mother to help him pay off vendors in the back
of his drug store.

With his comment Jimmy excused himself and went home. Very shortly it was only
Red and me sitting on the steps. Another couple of men left the flat laughing
and talking loud enough about my mother's pussy that most of the block must
have heard them. I let out a string of words that would have made a sailor
proud, and finishing by yelling --Assholes-- at them.

Red shook his head and told me how his parents and Jimmy's dad where going to
ruin it all. I had to agree, they were doing to much and using my mother to
often, I was certain, that if the law didn't interfere, my dad would. Either
way there would be hell to pay.

As we talked, Red pointed out how they were making money off of our "sex
slave", and what did we get. I reminded him of the pictures we had swapped for,
and the results. He simply pointed out we could have done that anyway. I
thought a moment, and told him maybe we should pimp her ourselves. Red shook
his head, saying that's risky and that was not where the big money was. I
couldn't pass up the opportunity to ask how much money his parents where making
off my mother's body. To my shock he figured they might make a couple of
hundred each time. But then they'd pay half to someone for some type of
protection.

Red had something on his mind, and he was leading me on to where he wanted me
to be. That was becoming clearer as he talked. No; he went on, the big money
was to be made in movies and kinky parties.

Kinky parties and movies. The idea stirred something in me as Red knew it
would, but he knew what he was about to say would really get my attention. He
asked me; how I'd feel if his parents and Jimmy's dad could not touch my mother
ever again. He knew damned well how I hated the idea of her being whored by
strangers, to strangers. It was one thing when we did it; at least I'd be there
for her if anything went wrong, and I could guarantee that she'd not be
recognized.

When I asked how he could stop his parents and Jimmy's dad from bothering my
mother. He said two words that made my mouth drop open and my heart race. Mr.
H!

Mr. H: Red explained, had connections and could arrange the films and parties.
He could stop my mother from being whored by his parents and Jimmy's dad. All
we had to do was make sure my mother did what he wanted her too do. We'd be
working for him, by getting my mother to cooperate. We'd be well paid, both
money, and sex with some very beautiful women.

The problem I was having; was that Mr. H was the old man living in the
apartment below us. All our young lives we were all told never to go into his
apartment or be alone with him. He was crazy. He also may have killed three
young girls; although never proven. At times there were strange goings on in
his butcher shop at night, which made people believe he was holding devil
worship rites. Bottom line was; he was the bogeyman!

He was the bogeyman. Yet the next morning found Red and myself walking into his
butcher shop. My mouth was dry as a bone and my stomach was in knots as we
asked his assistant for him.

Mr. H was a smallish somewhat fail looking man that always reminded me of Adolf
Hitler. He rarely smiled and always had a cold look about him. But this day was
different. He was all smiles as Red told him that I agreed to work for him.
Somehow I managed to interrupt and clarified things by saying; only if he could
stop Red's parents and Jimmy's Dad from bothering my mother. That if no one
bothered her for the next month, I'd work for him. For the first time I heard
him laugh. For the first time I found him---likable.

Before we parted, Mr. H put his arm around my shoulders and walked us outside.
As we walked, he told me everything would be alright, that at the end of the
month's time we agreed upon; he'd have a job for us. Then slipping $50 in my
hand he told Red and me to be especially kind to my mother.

The month came and went. Just like Mr. H promised no one bothered my mother;
much to her delight. For the first time in a long time she seemed relaxed and
cheerful again. She had no idea what was coming next. Neither did I.

Standing outside his apartment, Mr. H was waiting for me to come down the
stairs. He asked me to enter his apartment, but old fears are hard to let go
and I declined his offer. Standing there somewhat nervously I listened as he
told me he had already talked with Red and would tell me the same things he
told him.

We were told to get mother to take us to this semi-private swimming pool and
see a man named "Ted". I asked what was going to happen and got the smug
answer--maybe nothing; or maybe something that will make you $500. He went on
to tell me not to let my mother think anything was going to happen and to be
especially nice for the next week, before taking her to the pool.

Red and I waited until we found out my dad would be going out of town; then we
asked my mother to take us to the pool that Mr. H wanted us to go to.

That Monday we arrived at the pool around 3 p.m. My mother went into the
women's locker room and we went to the men's. We got out first and asked around
for "Ted", only to find he had not arrived. The three of us swam and played
happily around; now and then Red would try to find Ted. It just about 5 p.m.
and my mother was getting ready to take us home. I thought to myself nothing
was going to happen, not here at least. Just then a deep voice from a rather
fat man introduced himself as, Ted.

As Red jumped out of the pool Ted asked what we wanted. Red tried his best to
be so bold about what he wanted to say: But with a nervous and breaking voice,
told the man that Mr. H told us that if we brought my mother here, that he
(Ted) would give us $500. Ted just glared back and said is that so; then asked
where my mother was. When Red pointed to her, the man let out a low whistle of
approval. He told Red to go with him, and for me to stay with my mother.

It had been only fifteen minutes or so, when a public address speaker blared
out the instructions: All non boy's club members were to now leave the pool;
that the pool was now closed to the public. Many people began to leave, as did
my mother. She looked around for my friend for awhile until she was one of the
last women to be in the pool area. Finally she told me to wait for him, and
she'd be back after she got dressed.

I don't know what kind of boy's club it was, but I suddenly was painfully aware
that I was the only minority there---one poor little white boy among a pool
full of black boys around my age and younger. It seemed like an eternity as I
waited for my mother and Red to return. It was obvious to me that something was
going on with my mother, and I expected them to be back soon with Red telling
me all the details.

Another fifteen minutes had past and another announcement to leave the pool
came blurring loud and clear. Two of the life guards that were left rounded us
up and headed us all off noisily to the men's locker room.

Great, I thought to myself, I'm left behind, and these black guys seem to be
bumping into me on purpose. Needless to say my friend better had gotten our
$500!

Going inside, it was loud, noisily and a bit scary for me. Then the loud
noisily talking became a bit hushed mingled with snickering and fingers
pointing towards the ceiling.

My mouth dropped open as I stood staring up at the ceiling. My mother hung
suspended in her bathing suit just out of reach. She hung there with her arms
out like an airplane. Ropes held her arms up by her wrists and elbows. Her legs
were tied together at the knees and ankles. There were two ropes that held her
legs up. There was no gag in her mouth, but she made no sound--still you could
tell she had been crying. Beside her, on top of a high step ladder sat Red.

Red looked over at the fat man --Ted: Who with two others held cameras filming
everybody. With a nod from Ted, Red unzipped the back of mother's swim suit;
then with a big smile pulled it down towards her hips. Her two milk white tits
fell free and dangled down towards us like two huge pinyatas meant to be broken
open. All hell broke loose as every one of the kids jumped up and tried to grab
one. Her tits jumped and bounced wildly as hands slapped and clawed at them.

She was then lowered, hanging as if hung on a cross. Red pulled off her swim
suit, and had barely got it past her knees when everyone attacked the white
woman. At times I could hardly see her. These black boys probably had as much
knowledge of a woman than we had a year earlier. And for damn certain they had
never played with a white woman! The contrast of their black hands on and in
her white body struck me as rather amusing. As I stared intently at them, I
over heard a few of them daring each other to "eat her".

Now I wasn't exactly sure of what they meant by "eating her". In my mind a
fantasy that I had for some time came flashing by---my mother being captured
and eaten by cannibals. Oddly, I felt no panic; but a strange erotic sensation
as the mental pictures flashed in my head.

As my mother was spread eagled on top of a table with her head dangling down at
one end and her ass just resting on the other end, I watched a boy, younger
than me, bury his face in her pussy. As some more followed the little boy, I
couldn't help but feel grossed out.

Turnabout seemed to be in order, as my mother was still tied to the table; the
men lined us up single file before her and handed us two cloths pins. I was
towards the end of the line. We were told to remove our swim trunks and filmed
as we stood there. I watched each boy in front of me straddle my mother's face
and watched as she would lift her head and take his cock in her mouth. My heart
pounded, and the excitement grew as I got closer and closer. Finally I stood
over her face. Without hesitation she lifted her head and I felt the warm wet
lips of her mouth clamp down on my cock. Her hot wet tongue licked rather
hungrily at the head of my cock, driving me wild. Suddenly she jumped and her
mouth clamped down harder on my now leaking cock and her tongue moved harder
and faster. The second time it happened I exploded.

When I was done and my dripping cock slipped out of her mouth, she turned her
head and spit my cum out. I was told by one of the men to use my cloths pins. I
had been so excited about having my cock sucked that I had been somewhat
oblivious about what was going on. As I looked at the cloths pins clamped onto
her nipples and tits, I realized why she had jumped those two times. There
wasn't much space to place them on her tits and absolutely no space on her
nipples. With the help of one of the men with a camera, I clamped first one on
her clit then another on one of her pussy's lips. I stood back with the others
and watched her pussy disappear under the rest of the cloths pins.

We were told to get towels and wet them. When we came back my mother hung by
her wrists, her body covered by cloths pins. The men counted to three and told
us all snap our wet towels at her to knock off all the cloths pins. Her body
twisted and jerked as the towels were snapped at her, and she would moan and
squeal in pain.

Finally it was over; leaving just my mother, Red and I alone in the locker
room. We had to help her place her dress over her swollen and bruised body. She
was exhausted and wouldn't talk to us.

That night I dreamt of my mother being tortured, butchered and eaten by
cannibals, and found it to be a rather pleasing wet dream.

Three weeks past before Mr. H talked to us again. He asked if we had told her
about our deal. We told him we hadn't. With that, a broad smile crossed his
face and he uttered--perfect. Then told us not to tell my mother about his
involvement; just do what he wanted us to do.

The next thing he wanted us to do was take my mother to a place on State street
in Chicago. When I told him that she probably wouldn't go with us, because the
fact simply was, she didn't trust us. His reply was rather simple.

When Red and I approached her about going to Chicago with us, she frowned and
told us in a cold voice---no. Red then went ahead and repeated what Mr. H's
reply to us was when I told him she probably wouldn't go with us. That was: She
worked for us and our boss's or go back to working for Red's parents and
Jimmy's dad and others in our own neighborhood. Her eyes widened and her face
flushed with anger, and she stormed into the bathroom locking the door behind
her.

It was almost an hour before she opened the door. She looked at us coldly and
asked who our "boss" was. Red laughed at her lifting up her dress, telling her
we couldn't tell. As Red held her dress up and began to fondle her crotch, I
explained that at least this way she wouldn't have to worry about anyone
catching on in the neighborhood as to what was going on. Red then asked her if
anyone had bothered her the past several weeks. She pushed his hand away,
agreeing to go along with us: As long as there would be no activity with Red's
parents, Jimmy's dad, our friends, and finally nothing in or close to our
neighborhood.

We took a bus to the downtown area of the city, to the south State street area.
The area had cheap arcades, sleazy bars and burlesque theaters. Finding the
address we were told to go too was no problem. Still as the three of us looked
at the run down building that housed a burlesque theater, we wondered if we had
the wrong address. Red asked a janitor as he opened one of the doors to the
theater, if we had the right place. The man motioned us to go inside then up a
flight of stairs. As he watched us pass he smiled broadly at my mother.

We stood in a large studio; somewhat empty except for a desk and a couple of
chairs. The large windows looked down on State street but they were so dirty
you could hardly see out of them. There was some noise of people talking in the
back room, but no one came out to answer Red's shouts asking if anyone was
around.

Finally as we stood around for another ten minutes, a rather disheveled man
came out from the back. He asked, almost pissed off at having seen us there,
what we wanted. Red handed him a note that Mr. H had given us. After reading it
he laughed and called for his three equally disheveled friends to come out, and
to bring out the equipment.

My mother's eyes turned away from the camera equipment being brought out. It
was then that I realized that the only pictures taken of her had been by us;
and then her face had been covered or blocked out. Except for some that Red's
parents had, there were no others. She whispered to me that she couldn't do
this. But it was to late.

"Okay mommy take off your cloths." The first man said as he loaded up a camera.
Screens were quickly set up and lights placed around. Some of the strippers
came up as did the janitor to watch; which made her only the more nervous and
scared. I couldn't figure out why. Here she had been raped in public and
exhibited in public more than I could remember--- and this bothered her. It
would be years later before I finally understood what must have been going
though her mind.

The camera man grew more pissed off and screamed at her to get naked before he
ripped her cloths off himself. A voice from the back spoke up; it came from one
of the strippers, calming him down with the suggestion that she (my mother)
might be more comfortable if she had a couple of drinks. With that the little
black stripper came forward and took my mother by her hand and pulled her off
to one side. She handed a bottle to her, and to my surprise my mother took it
and began to drink. As she did the stripper talked with her calming her down.

Just about the time the camera man was about to get violent, my mother stepped
forward and said she was ready. The rather pissed off camera man, told her
there was a change of plans. Her sons were to undress her.

With his instructions we first removed her nylons. As the camera's clicked, we
undressed her until she was standing there between us totally nude. For all in
the room it was just another day in the office, except for the fact that this
model was a pure amateur. We stood and watched as she was posed in various
positions. Props were brought in, and she was posed on top of a bed, a couch, a
desk, and on top of a table. Each pose got more graphic.

When we were though and my mother was dressed, and about to leave, she was told
that she'd be called in a few days. On the bus ride back my mother, who was
still a bit drunk, told us that at least she hadn't been raped and humiliated.

The next trip back to State street was a month later, and found my mother a bit
unhappy over having her picture taken, still she was more relaxed and
unconcerned. In fact she told both Red and me, that the way she figured it no
one would see the pictures in this country. After all it was illegal. Red just
smiled at me and shook his head. He pulled out a "Men's" magazine that was
available at most any place magazines were sold and was about to show it to
her, but I motioned for him not to do so. In that magazine were four photos of
her. Of course her nipples and pussy area were air brushed out, but her face
was fully shown. The article was titled "Housewife Sluts".

Mother's belief that no one in the USA would ever see the pictures was dashed
to pieces when we went into the front door of the burlesque theater. Just
inside the lobby almost full size, was a picture of her--- and the nipples and
the pussy were not air brushed out. Going up the stairs you could sense how
bothered she was by the picture. It only was to get worse.

Unlike the first time, when we found the studio almost empty and had to wait
for someone to come out, we found several men in business suits waiting with
the guys who were there the first time. Mother was told to undress even before
she could say hello.

Standing nude before the men who checked her out like someone checking out a
race horse or prize cow, made her very self conscience. Finally one man said in
a matter of fact voice, "Three rolls of stills, one in color with the Red
headed kid. Usual price." The man who was the camera man, told one of his
assistants three men's names, to bring up to the studio. The assistant asked if
it would be alright if he could be one of the three. The camera man laughed
telling him it was okay, and said to me "He likes your old lady".

Another couple of suited men talked with my mother for a bit before turning to
each other. I heard one say how naive she was and so perfect. They turned to
the camera man and told him, "Three shoots. Our crew. Our studios." The camera
man had a bit of a problem with it but gave in and asked when. The two men told
him that it would be in a week or so.

As soon as the men that the camera man had told his assistant to get, were in
the studio, and all but the man who requested the stills had left; people began
sitting up lights and cameras around a bedroom set. I watched my mother
emotionlessly go though the ordeal of being fucked in every position possible;
with one man, two men. She was even fucked in her ass; which came as a
disgusting shock to her. Then came the pictures of her sucking cock. Finally to
Red's delight a roll of film of the two of them.

Before we left Red and I were told where and when to have her at the photo
shoots. My mother stood silently by, and remained silent the ride back home,
except to say that it was just a matter of time before someone would see the
pictures. I told her that the chances of anyone she knew of seeing them were
very little, since none of her friends and our family looked at that kind of
stuff. Red added, that even Jimmy's dad and his parents weren't going to say
anything, because of our "boss". It was surprising how easily she agreed with
us and seemed to relax again.

The week of the three photo shoots found me to sick to go, which was fine with
Red. After the first shoot my mother came in barely able to stand. I had to
cover for her with my dad and brother who had come back to us for the week,
from the military school he and my cousin were attending. I told them she was
getting what I had. The thought of getting sick on his vacation sent my brother
running back to my cousin's family.

The second and third shoots didn't go much better for her either. She had rope
burns and bruises in very private places. The three photo shoots turned out to
be S&M films, which seemed to have been very poplar. I saw one in a theater
some thirty years later, and had seen out takes up until around the same time.

For our efforts Red and I had split over a thousand dollars. But Red wanted
much more and had already been working on a deal with Mr. H behind my back.

The arrangements were made, and the day and time was scheduled on a weekend
when my dad was out of town. Things between my mother and me had smoothed over
and we were back to being as normal a family as we could be under the
circumstances. So when Red suggested that we all go to a Saturday night movie,
my mother had no idea--- nor did I know what Red had in mind.

The route to the theater would take us close to Mr. H's butcher shop, but the
short cut we took, pasted directly behind the butcher shop. The alley was dark
and poorly lit, but it always was a safe route. As we turned into the alley a
couple came out and nodded at us---yes the route was safe.

Only a short ways into the alley we were confronted by six men. They grabbed my
mother, Red, and myself, and forced us into a garage. To my surprise both Red
and I were made to undress as my mother was having her cloths ripped from her.
Fear suddenly took hold of me and I started to panic. As my mother screamed and
pleaded with her attackers, I got mad and began to scream for them to stop. Red
on the other hand remained calm and grabbed me by my shoulder whispering for me
to calm down. I realized then that this had been planned, and had to trust him
and his judgement; I finished taking my cloths off and didn't fight when my
hands were tied together. Both Red and I watched silently as the six violently
raped my mother for almost an hour. Suddenly they just stopped; and without
putting on their cloths they picked up my mother taped her mouth shut tied, her
hands together, and then her feet. They took a long pole and put it between her
wrists and ankles. Hanging from the pole, she was carried into the night. Red
and I had our mouths taped, and were led out right behind her into the dark
alley.

It wasn't a long walk to the butcher shop, but the stones and gravel of the
alley hurt my feet and being nude and somewhat helpless was uncomfortable.
Still, even with some fear, as I watched my mothers nude body sway and bounce
as she was being carried made me become a bit aroused.

She was hung by her wrists to a meat hook used to hang sides of beef; right in
the middle of the butcher's area. I was hung by my wrists to a hook on one of
the walls with my feet barely touching the sawdust covered floor. Red on the
other hand, was untied, and left with a very attractive girl, who was rather
enjoying checking out his cock. With a smile and a wave to me, he and the girl
disappeared.

Mr. H and two rather burly men were running their hands all over my mother's
body. Mr. H made no attempt to hide his joy of having my mother at his
pleasure. His voice was almost at a shout as he taunted her, telling her how
long he dreamt of this moment. He even told her how he was going to torture her
and cut her up. Her face showed pure fear and panic. She couldn't control
herself and pissed---to everyone's laughter. It was then I realized that there
were people on the other side of the butcher's area--standing and leaning on
the display cases watching what was going on.

She was given an enema cleaning her out completely, and then was thoroughly
washed, with no hole being missed. I was lifted off the hook , carried and then
laid on top of one of the butchers tables. I heard my mother being told that
they were going to cut off my cock then gut me if she didn't do what they
wanted. With that; I almost pissed. However, as the tape was removed from my
mouth and my hands were untied, I heard Jimmy's twin sister's little voice
whisper into my ear to do just what they wanted, I calmed down---just a little.
I looked over at her and saw she was nude also. She also was a bit pale and
scared looking. I tried to say something to her but she was led by one of the
men to another butcher's table and quickly tied spread eagled to it.

As my mother stood over me, two men with cameras gathered around us. With the
word "action" my mother began to caress my body. She kissed my face then
shocked me by kissing me on my lips---hard. She opened her lips slightly and
stuck her tongue out a bit. I almost choked when someone told me to kiss her on
her mouth and stick my tongue into her mouth. I did as I was told and didn't
find it very much fun. But as my mothers lips and tongue touched my body,
working themselves to my cock, I began to enjoy myself. First she took my balls
in her mouth, then my cock, and finally both my cock and balls. I was fully
erect as she climbed on top of the table, straddling me. I was told to play
with her tits as they dangled in my face. No problem---I even surprised them by
sucking on her nipples without being told. However, when my mother's pussy was
positioned inches from my mouth, I had to be told as what to do. It wasn't
something that I would deem enjoyable for some years to come. My mother
repositioned herself; reaching back she took my cock and inserted it into her
cunt. I was amazed on how it felt---how fucking wonderful it felt. To my
surprise her cunt was rather tightly clamped around my cock---not as tight as a
young girl, but tight enough to make it feel just wonderful. Just before I felt
myself begin to cum, my mother and I switched places. I mounted her as the
cameras rolled, and began to fuck and fuck as hard as I could, until I exploded
and exploded.

When it was over I was led back to the wall and the hook. My hands were tied
and I once more felt myself secured, but this time Mr. H placed a small stool
under me to sit on. His hands fondled my cock and balls, to my embarrassment.
He kept asking how it felt to fuck my own mother and asking me how I was
enjoying myself. I really didn't have a chance to say anything before he taped
my mouth shut. My mother was now forced to make love to Jimmy's sister's young
and tender body. After awhile, a midget joined them, as the cameras rolled the
three fucked and sodomized each other.

The cameras were turned off and my mother was once more hung to the meat hook
with her mouth taped closed. But this time her legs straddled the butchers
table. Each of her legs was secured to the floor. Now it began!

Mr. H began to prepare her to be "butchered", by slowly plucking out her pussy
hairs. Her body would jerk, and she'd moan in pain. After a bit, and with most
all of the pussy hairs pulled out, he finished "skinning" her cunt with a
knife. He then pushed the table from between her legs.

Taking a large flat thick wooden paddle, he began to "tenderize" the meat by
spanking her buttocks. Tears rolled across her face, and her body bounced with
each hit.

Turning his attention to her ample tits someone asked when he was going to
start on the young one. To which he replied--she has been spoken for. I looked
over at Jimmy's sister, who now hung from another meat hook with her mouth
taped shut and wondered what he meant. I would not see her after that last
glance.

As Mr. H tied cords around each of mother's tits with the help of one of his
assistants. A voice asked rather matter of factly if he could add them to his
collection. Mr. H's response; was that he may skin them later but not just
then. The assistant and Mr. H tightened the cords, and I watched as by mother's
tits began to swell, turn pink, then red and finally purplish. After some
violent slaps on each tit he undid the cords. While she hung there moaning and
groaning, he took the head and neck of one of the geese he had butchered and
shoved it into her cunt until only the goose's head stuck out.

As the natural color came back to her tits Mr. H took hold of a large steel
needle and some cord that had been placed on the table. Taking one of the
needles he threaded it with cord. Firmly grabbing hold of a tit he slowly, very
slowly drove the needle into the tit just below the nipple, and continued
driving it until it came out the other side. Blood spurted; her screams pierced
the butcher's shop. He took a second needle and repeated the process, only
going in a different direction so that the needles formed an "X". With blood
oozing from the tit, and down the cords protruding from the it, he proceeded to
work on the other tit.

Once done, my mother was taken down, with the help of two men, who held her up
by her arms, which were tied behind her back. Her breasts had four long bloody
cords hanging from them; the cords were quickly taken and hung over a rafter.
With people making bets, she was being pulled up by her tits. They stretched
grotesquely; still they pulled on the cords. The betting was; if and when her
tits would rip apart. I don't know when she pasted out, but to everyone's awe
she hung at least two feet off the ground--suspended by her tits!!! How long
she hung that way, I really can't say, but at that age and time, it seem like
hours.

For awhile I hung there by myself sobbing and thinking how I had killed my own
mother. Finally Red came in and freed me, as they laid my mother face up on top
of one of the butcher's tables. The girl he had been with handed me my cloths.

As my mother slowly gained her senses once more, Mr. H told Red and me to leave
that he'd bring my mother home. I didn't trust him anymore and I didn't trust
Red either. I argued and fought as best I could to take her home with me.

I watched my mother hung up to the meat hooks in the middle of the butcher's
area once more; but this time she was hung by her ankles and wrists. She hung
there with her large full breasts dangling over the butchers table. On the
table were various knives. I pleaded once more for me to take her home or at
least to be allowed to stay. Mr. H just had Red and me put out of the store,
again he told me he'd make sure she was home for breakfast.

At home I threw up all over the place, and couldn't sleep. Finally I fell
asleep. It was two in the afternoon before I awoke. I panicked when I didn't
see my mother. I ran downstairs to Mr. H's apartment, but he wasn't there. I
ran over to Red's and found him sitting on the front steps.

When he saw me he looked away, but then looked at me with a sly smile on his
face. I asked him if he knew where my mother was. His answer was that he had
seen her going to the store.

To make it short; my mother never returned. My dad called the police and
reported her missing. After awhile the police decided she had run away.
Something about being involved in prostitution. Someone had seen her in New
York. My dad was shown some pictures of her which made him hate her and not
care anymore about her, so he stopped looking for her. I had nothing I could
tell my dad without getting myself killed; so in fear and guilt I kept my mouth
shut. I even began to think she did run away; after all wouldn't you. Yet deep
down... I felt maybe she hadn't.

"Did you ever find out what happened to her?" Bob asked.

"Come with me I think a film will explain it best." I lead Bob to a very
private room hidden behind a book case. "Get a couple of drinks and I'll set
things up."

By the time Bob got back with the drinks I had the projector ready and the room
darkened. We sat in two of the swivel chairs and as I began the film Bob said
to me, "Somehow I think you could track her down and find out where she went. I
mean with the new stuff and all. Take the internet..."

"I suppose," I said cutting Bob short and began the film. As the old back and
white film began to flicker across the screen I turned myself somewhat to watch
Bob's face. I had no need to watch the film, I pretty much knew it by heart.

What Bob was watching was a woman being hung up by her ankles and wrists to
meat hooks hanging from a ceiling over the middle of a butchers area in a
butcher shop. Her breasts were large and full and dangled in their fullness
over a butcher's table. Three men dressed as butchers fondled the breasts and
then turned their attention to her exposed pussy which had been shaved. Two of
the butchers held onto each of her legs as the third picked up a knife and held
it up in front of the woman's tearful face.

Grabbing one breast the butcher started cutting the flesh closest to the chest.
He cut a circle. As he did the woman screamed hysterically and her body twisted
in pain, so much so it took the two butchers holding on to her legs all their
strength to hold her steady. Slowly, very slowly, and steadily the butcher
skinned the breast until he came to the nipple. He stopped there and left the
skin hanging. The camera scanned the bloody breast as close as it could. The
woman was still screaming in pain when the butcher started on the second
breast. When he was done with the second, he took his knife and cut the hanging
skin free along with the nipple. After repeating the process with the other
breast he held one of the skins open, and filled it with foam rubber until it
was expanded out just as if it was still attached to the woman's body.

The woman hung moaning and twitching with her two large skinned mounts dripping
blood. Perhaps she was somewhat aware of what was happening as one of the
butchers began to cut her open from her breast bone to her pubic bone. She
seemed to scream as the knife cut deeper on its second pass though her body. As
her guts were being pulled out of her, all sounds stop coming from the woman.

Her body was lowered to the butcher's table and she was laid face up on top of
it. Her hands and feet were chopped off. Her legs were sawed off at the thighs.
With another sickening thud her head was off and held up to the camera.

"Whoa. Whoa," Bob said, still with his eyes fixed on the screen, "I can't
believe it! I can't believe it. They are cutting her up just like a side of
beef. You can stop it now."

"Okay. There isn't much more to see anyway. Her carcass is put in the display
case and people bid on the parts and stuff." I said as I turned off the
projector. "Enjoy it?"

"Enjoy it?" Bob repeated my question. After taking a long drink he looked at me
almost embarrassed to ask me to rerun it one more time.

After the second showing, Bob asked, "What do you think they could do with
those skins?"

I didn't say a thing.

"Did Red know about all this shit? And when did you find out about it?"

"I saw this film when I was about 22. Almost ten years after the fact. As for
my best friend Red and your other question..." I leaned over and turned on a
lamp that pretty much lit up the whole room before I told Bob to turn his chair
around towards the other wall.

"Holy Shit!"

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