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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character
      Death
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Mary_Morstan/Original_Male_Character(s), Sherlock_Holmes/John_Watson
  Character:
      Mary_Morstan, Sherlock_Holmes, John_Watson, Original_Holmes_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Slavery, Restraints, Bestiality, Parent/Child_Incest, Incest_Kink,
      Dehumanization
  Series:
      Part 2 of The_Destruction_Of_Mary
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-05-30 Updated: 2015-06-28 Chapters: 3/4 Words: 2312
****** 13 Years Later... ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     13 years after the birth of her second child, Mary's son finds her in
     Sherlock's basement.
***** Chapter 1 *****
The thirteen year old boy with thick black hair like his fathers hung upside
down on the sofa, reading a magazine hidden within the science book his father
had given him. Andrew was much like his father, but with a darker streak.
Heavily influenced by the 21st Century, he had sex on the brain almost
constantly. His elder sister, Alice, practically ignored him as she bounced
into the room, straightening the blue bow that sat in her straight blonde hair.
"Ready to go?" His father, John, asked her as he stepped into the room and
Alice nodded, moving towards the door.
"Great. Andy, your dad is on a case.. Not sure when he'll be back. Alice and I
will be back around 1am, Mrs H is downstairs if you need anything."
Andrew nodded, his eyes looking up to John for a moment before flicking back
down to the magazine. As he was left alone, Andrew shifted so that he was no
longer upside down. He was drawn into his magazine, staring at the large
breasts of the women on the pages before him. He was growing hard, and his
hands fumbled shifted, slipping into his pants before he was distracted by the
sound of claws on the stairs.
The large husky pushed its nose through the door and moved quickly towards the
boy, greeting him fondly. Andrew adored the dog. He'd always loved dogs and had
been heartbroken five years previously when his childhood pet, Major, had
passed.
"Where have you been, Sven?" he asked, receiving a bark in return. As if he
understood him, Sven made his way out of the room and down the stairs, looking
back occasionally to make sure the boy was following. As they reached the
basement flat, Sven nudged the doggy door with his nose and, as it opened,
slipped inside. Andrew had never even considered what had been down in the
basement. He knew that occasionally, both of his fathers would disappear down
here, but it had always been locked, and he's never cared about entering. This
time, curiosity got the better of him. He unlocked the padlock with the lock
breaking kit he kept in his pocket and pushed the door open. The room was in
darkness, but he could hear the panting of the dog. He flicked on the light and
stared at the sight before him.
Bent over a small frame that kept her hips elevated was a woman. Andrew looked
at her helpless figure for a few moments in silence, before closing the door
behind him. He stepped closer, taking in everything about the situation. Her
wrists, knees and ankles were secured to the floor, keeping her pinned in the
position she was in, with her naked ass and pussy exposed. Chains ran from
piercings at her nipples to a point on the floor, keeping her breasts pulled
forwards in a strange fashion. A thick black hood in the shape of a dog's head
was secured over her head and fastened to the collar around her neck, keeping
her face hidden from view. Andrew moved around her, snapping photos with his
phone, knowing he was going to use them as part of his wank bank.
He wondered, fleetingly, who this woman was, how long she had been here and how
it had played out but watching her squirm in pleasure as Sven moved to lap at
her cunt made him push those questions aside as his cock grew in hardness.
Mary jumped as the human cock pushed into her cunt. It had been a while since
she had been used by anyone human. She didn't know who it was, but she knew it
wasn't John or Sherlock. The cock felt different, unusual, but she was happy to
have attention from someone who wasn't canine. Andrew bit his lip as his dick
pushed deep into the silky cunt of the restrained woman. He couldn't quite
believe his luck as he slowly began to thrust. Thirteen and no longer a virgin.
He would be the envy of his friends, but perhaps he could be persuaded to share
the bitch if she was here next time they came.
He didn't last long before he came within her, his hands clenching her hips
tightly as he unloaded his balls. He let out a soft moan of satisfaction,
hitting the woman hard on the ass in thanks as he pulled out. As he turned
around, he froze, staring at the figure before him. Sherlock was stood in the
doorway to the room, his heart racing as his son pulled out of Mary. He had
just watched the final few moments of his sons first sexual encounter, and felt
oddly aroused at the fact that his boy's first time had been with his own
mother.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Mary's body ached as she struggled to keep herself in position. It had been 3
weeks now since Young Sir had taken her for the first time, and since then,
Sherlock had allowed him to use and abuse her however he wished. On a Saturday
afternoon, Sherlock would teach Andrew the fine art of slave owning, focussing
very much on the punishment side of things. Mary's back burned, the thick red
welts still hot on her pale flesh. She could tell something different was
happening this evening, however, when she was washed and groomed. A dark curly
wig had been fixed onto her bald head, and she was wearing clothes for the
first time in years.
They weren't clothes she would have chosen. A short leather mini skirt hung
around her waist, too short to hide anything so her cunt and ass were on show
to the world. The top she was wearing was no better. It clung to her upper
body, leaving nothing to the imagination. Sherlock had jazzed it up slightly,
stitching drawing pins into the breast area, meaning that her tits were
constantly being poked by tiny sharp spikes. He had made sure that one rested
on each of her nipples, and every movement she made caused pain to radiate from
her chest. The heels were ridiculous too and she felt like she was going to
fall over with every step, especially due to the fact that she had hardly stood
up in the last 13 years.
She waited in a corner, a blindfold fixed over her eyes and her ears covered.
She knew people were in the room, as every so often someone would hit her chest
with a cane, causing her to yelp in agony and bite her lip. After an hour of
standing, she felt familiar fingers force their way roughly inside her, and
felt teeth on her earlobe. Her ear coverings were removed and Sherlock's voice
filled her head.
"Behave tonight. Or you know where you'll go…".
Mary swallowed. Over the past few years, whenever Sherlock had particularly
wanted to punish her, he'd take her to a farm in the country owned by someone
he knew. She hated it there.
Her blindfold was taken off a few minutes after Sherlock left the room, and she
looked down at her son, and his four friends, and swallowed. Andrew pulled the
leash attached to her collar, causing her to stumble slightly. He lead her to
his desk and bent her over it, pushing down on her back, knowing it would cause
the pins to push into her flesh. He smirked, glancing to his friends.
"So, I promised you that you'd lose your virginity tonight, guys. And look at
this.." He chuckled, unzipping Mary's skirt and tugging it down, leaving her
ass and cunt even more revealed to the room. She knew better than to try to
look behind her, but she imagined four teenage boners that were about to enter
her in some way or another.
The first one to enter her seemed a bit unsure at first. His cock was a fair
size but he didn't last long at all. A few minutes of thrusting, and he
released inside her. The second and third were about the same, each lasting
longer than the one before, but the fourth surprised her. The teen, Arthur,
pushed into her forcefully, clearly turned on by the idea of raping her. His
hands moved to pin her wrists down on the desk, his weight against her back,
forcing her chest onto each of the tiny spikes and making her whimper in pain.
His cock was bigger than expected, too, possibly bigger than Sherlock's. Each
of his thrusts caused pain to ripple through her, even though she was already
filled with cum that should have lubricated her. She bit down on her lip as his
hands moved to grip her neck, choking her gently until he erupted inside her.
He pulled out, slapping her hard on the ass, and winked at Andrew, who stood
watching in silence.
She found herself passed around that evening, sucking each of them as they
watched movies and played computer games. The three who had finished too early
on their first go were much better the second and third times. They used Mary's
body to explore, touching her to see what got the best reaction. The final show
of the evening involved the five teens watching as Sven mounted and fucked his
bitch. Mary finished the 'show' with a cunt full of doggy cum, and a face
covered in the cum of five teenage boys. Arthur smirked as he held a cup
beneath Mary's cunt, allowing it to fill half way with the juices dripping from
her before giving it to her. They looked at her expectantly, and she knew what
she needed to do. Closing her eyes, she drank the contents.
Once his friends had fallen asleep, around 5:30 in the morning, Andrew guided
Mary to his bed and pulled her on top of him. His cock slipped into her and he
gripped her breasts hard, indicating for her to fuck him. She rocked on Young
Sir's cock, fucking him as hard as she could before she felt him release within
her. He came with a moan, wrapping his arms around her and quickly drifting
off, his now flaccid cock still inside her.
***** Chapter 3 *****
"This is pretty twisted.." Andrew glanced at Arthur, watching as his friend bit
down on the ring pierced through Mary's clit and tugged it with his teeth. Mary
arched her back in pain, but a large dildo gag had been placed in her mouth,
preventing her from making a sound.
Andrew moved to Mary's wrists, securing them in shackles so that she couldn't
move.
"Whenever you're ready then.." He said with a shrug before stepping back to sit
by his father. Sherlock smirked as he watched Arthur lightly torturing Mary.
The teen was a natural, and Sherlock delighted in watching him at work. Arthur
spread Mary's legs, pushing a small balloon up into her cunt, so deep that it
passed her cervix until it was lodged into her womb, with just a thin pipe
sticking out of her. He attached the end of the pipe to a small device that
forced quick setting cement into the balloon until he knew it would be a small
ball the size of a babies head.
Sherlock flinched as he heard a muffled scream escape Mary's lips. It had been
a long time since he'd heard any sound but whimpers come from the woman. Arthur
continued to slowly tug the solid ball from her passageway, smirking at the
pain it was clearly causing her. Almost like giving birth, the horrid
stretching he'd explained to Sherlock and Andrew. Tears streamed down Mary's
cheek as she screamed in pain around the gag, thrashing around in an attempt to
escape from the agony overwhelming her.
Andrew didn't allow Arthur back over again after that. He enjoyed torturing
Mary, but not to that degree. Sherlock was disappointed that he wouldn't
witness any further acts of torturous genius from the teenager but he respected
his son's wishes. Mary thanked Andrew for his decision by fucking his cock with
her ass.
Six months later, everything changed for the Holmes-Watson family. Sherlock was
the first one up that day, and he immediately knew something was wrong. Bloody
paw prints trailed from the door to the kitchen, coming from down the stairs.
Sven stood in the kitchen, wolfing down his leftover dog food, but his paws
were covered in blood.
Bolting down the stairs, Sherlock entered the downstairs flat, throwing the
door open with a loud bang.
"Shit" he hissed as he made his way over to the body lying in the centre of the
floor, pulling off her dog hood and ignoring the numerous cuts to her flesh
that no one in his family had put there.
"Mary.." He whispered softly, pressing fingers to her neck, checking for her
pulse. Nothing. She was already gone. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead
and carried her out into the small garden behind 221 Baker Street.
Covered in mud from digging, Sherlock returned to the downstairs flat and
looked around. It was a lot cleaner now. John had come down while Sherlock had
been digging Mary's grave and cleaned up the blood. He was horrified that
Sherlock was burying Mary in the garden like she was nothing more than a pet,
but Sherlock pointed out that Mary was officially dead anyway, and she had been
nothing more than an animal for the last 14 years. He left her buried next to
Major, her first canine Master, and part of him mourned for his little obedient
slave girl.
He moved to the door, ready to lock up the flat for the final time when a glint
of silver on the toy shelf caught his eye. Moving towards it, he picked up the
disc and frowned at the black marker pen scrawled across it.
Snuff Movie.
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