Posted by Sawney Beane on September 09, 2007 at 01:27:28:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #144
KATIE'S TWINSETS
by Sawney Beane
21 July 2007
1,924 words
DISTRIBUTION NOTICE and DISCLAIMER: Sawney Beane requests that any distribution of this work of fiction remain within the realm of social responsibility. This story is suitable neither for minors nor for the seeming majority of adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It is pure fantasy, which means that, for whatever reason, someone has found it interesting to think about the events depicted herein. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you are the type of person who might be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sawney Beane, originally a native of Edinburgh, lived for twenty-five years in a cave on the coast of County Galloway, subsisting on the flesh of unfortunate travellers, roughly a thousand of them all told. He and his wife raised a large family of eight sons, six daughters, eighteen grandsons, and fourteen granddaughters. Eventually, the family was captured, and the whole lot was brutally and unjustifiably tortured and executed without trial. Since his death in the early 17th century, Beane has reformed his ways and now confines his atrocities to his literary endeavours.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of consensual and semi-consensual snuff and gynophagia. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: A request story from KateT, a girl with a bundle of interesting fetishes, especially for twinset sweaters.
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"Jamie, you put on your twinset this minute and no more complaints," ordered Katie sternly. This behaviour was putting her over the edge.
"But, Mum," whined her eldest daughter. "Why do you always make me wear these things! They're so old-fashioned!"
"You're old enough to behave properly," replied Katie severely.
"Mother, I've been at University for a year! I'm old enough to wear what I want."
"But you wore the twinsets I sent you every day while you were there, didn't you?" The fierce glare in Katie's eyes made the answer inevitable.
"Yes, Mother," Jamie replied, "I did." But she shyly averted her eyes as she said this.
"Good, we're going out, so get dressed." And with that, the conversation ended.
An hour later mother and daughter were walking down a busy street. The obedient Jamie had complied with her mother's demands and was dressed in a tasteful wool twinset sweater. The grey short-sleeved pullover fitted tightly over her firm breasts, and the unbuttoned cardigan did nothing to conceal them. Completed with a tasteful plaid skirt and black boots, Jamie thought she looked dour and conservative, but the men she walked by during the shopping expedition could not help but give the pretty nineteen-year-old brunette brief lascivious glances.
Katie, her mother, exuded a similar conservative allure in her almost identical attire. She was, in fact, something of a young mother and enjoyed immensely when men commented that she looked like her daughter's elder sister. She was more aware than her shy daughter of the effect they were having on passers-by, and she relished the attention.
Katie's eyes flashed suddenly as the pair walked past a butcher shop, and she saw what was going on inside. She stopped suddenly in front of the door. "We need to get something for tonight," she told her daughter and walked into the store.
The surprised Jamie followed her mother into the shop silently and obediently. However, despite her expectations, her mother did not go over to browse the steaks and roasts lined in the glass refrigerated cabinets. She instead walked to one side of the store and stared transfixedly at the butcher.
Stan the town butcher stood behind his big chopping block and had just finished slicing oven the belly of a recently-slaughtered pig and was busy scooping coils of shiny intestines out onto the surface of the block with his big bare hands. Katie seemed hypnotized by the display of skilful gutting. She watched the coils slither across the table in mesmerizing piles. Jamie was confused by her mother's strange obsession, but waited patiently for it to pass. Alas, it did not pass.
Katie watched silently and patiently as the pig was gutted and cut into several large cuts, which would later be subdivided. The butcher cleared his block and cleaned his tools. Katie spoke for the first time.
"Stan," she gasped, "that was amazing!"
"Thanks, Katie," the familiar butcher replied somewhat uncertain why his day-to-day job had suddenly become so impressive.
Jamie was pulled out of her patient inattention by her mother's next statement. "Could you do that to my daughter?"
"Do what, mum!" Jamie whispered urgently in her ear before the stunned butcher could answer, but his reply was much the same.
"Excuse me, ma'am?" Stan replied with a puzzled smile. "What would you like me to do with your daughter?"
"Gut her, just like you did the pig, of course," said Katie. There was something in her manner that suggested, she was not joking. Still, her daughter tried that explanation.
"Mother, stop joking around," replied Jamie, her frightened eyes widening in panic. What she had seen as a slightly gross demonstration of a butcher's art had suddenly become a dangerous future of her own.
"Um, sure, if she's eligible, I suppose I could," replied Stan.
"Oh, she's nineteen and I will sign a consent form for her," replied Katie, aware of the rules.
"Mother!" Jamie hissed slightly louder, "I put on the twinset like you told me to! Stop it, please!"
For the first time, Katie turned to talk to her daughter, "I know you did, dear, thank you. This isn't punishment. I just want to see him take your insides out."
"What?" Jamie blinked her eyes and became speechless.
"Well, I guess it would be ok," replied the butcher. "When would you like me to do her?"
"Right now, if you can."
"Er, ok, I guess I could do that," replied Stan with considerable surprise.
"Mother, you can't do this!" begged Jamie knowing that she could. "Please don't do this!"
"Oh, come on, Jamie, please try to behave or you'll embarrass me," hissed the mother. "Stan will do a good job."
"But I don't want to die!"
"Yes, and I don't want to argue, so get your little rump up on that chopping block and let the nice butcher do his job!" Katie was firm. Jamie stared into her eyes and saw that there would be no reprieve. So, as the obedient daughter that she was, she humbly stepped toward the cleaned butcher block and hopped up onto it. But she did not stop her pleas for mercy.
"Mother, please don't do this; I'll be good, I promise."
"Um, Katie, what did you want me to do with her?" replied the butcher, knowing that the mother had the ultimate say in the matter but not entirely sure how to handle the situation.
"Go ahead and gut her," Katie commanded as if the butcher were one of her obedient children.
"Yes, but, well, she's still moving around," replied the uncomfortable butcher. "I usually stick the pigs before I cut them open. I've never done one live before."
"Well, I want her alive, but you can slow her down a bit if you like," replied Katie. Jamie's continuing pleas were falling on deaf ears by this time and were hardly noticed. "Have you any barbed wire? It would be good if you could garrotte her with it."
The butcher had to admit that, in fact, he did have a little bit of barbed wire in the back, but he was not sure whether or not it was a good idea to use it. Jamie pled with her mother as he was away, but she just ordered her daughter to strip.
Jamie started to remove the cardigan, but her mother quickly told her to keep the twinset on and just remove the boots and skirt. Jamie protested but complied and soon had revealed her shapely legs and feet. Katie ordered her to remove her pants as well, which left her naked below the waist and vainly trying to cover herself by pulling down the edge of the sweater. Her face was red with embarrassment as quite a crowd had gathered to watch this odd even, but Katie concentrated on staring at her doomed daughter.
Jamie knew it was the end of her. She knew her mother, once she had something in her head, would not relent. She knew she was about to die, and she was horrified at the number of people who had gathered to watch. The tears ran down her face, but she waited obediently wearing nothing but her dreaded grey twinset.
After some time of searching the back room, butcher Stan returned triumphantly and showed Katie his treasure. He had garrotted women before in his shop, but he had never used barbed wire. Jamie trembled violently as the loop of sharp steel was placed around her slender vulnerable neck. Katie helped Stan adjust the wire so that the barbs would bite into Jamie's flesh but would not hit any vital blood vessels.
And then Jamie's psychological torment became physical. The wire cut into her throat and tiny razor-sharp barbs bit into her neck in the front and sides. She began to struggle for air as pain shot through her and several trickles of blood began to run down her neck and drip onto the collar of her twinset. Katie watched in fascinated excitement.
Jamie tried to breathe, but found it impossible. Her body bucked and twisted involuntarily as it panicked in its struggle to survive. The butcher tightened the steel relentlessly and the blood and pain increased. Katie watched her daughter's face turning blue. Just as Jamie lost strength and stopped most of her struggles, Katie called out to the butcher that it was enough.
Stan undid the wire and Jamie began to breathe shallowly. She could not speak and hardly moved, but she was still alive. She was beyond resistance. The inevitability of her fate was clear, and she waited for her end to come. Katie could barely contain her excitement.
She watched carefully as the butcher placed the Jamie's limp arms carefully at her sides and began to cut the sweater up the middle to reveal the doomed girl's trim belly. He sliced the sweater until the belly was revealed up to the rib cage, and the violated sweater hung to either side, now barely covering the girl's firm breasts.
"You sure about this?" asked Stan, sensing that this was fast reaching the point of no return.
"Yes, yes, do it," said Katie impatiently. She watched her daughter's surrendering face as the butcher slid the knife into the unresisting girl's flesh, several inches below her navel. With the first incision, Jamie let out a moan of agony and her limbs fluttered weakly in impotent protest at the violation.
Stan leapt into his work and sliced Jamie open from waist to sternum and pulled her sides apart. She continued to respond with groans and moans and weak movements.
Katie stared in wonder at the shiny red coils in her daughter's exposed abdomen. Stan reached in and began to pull the intestines out in one slithering coil after another. Katie stepped forward and thrust her own hands into her daughter's core, feeling the wet coils of entrails on her arms and staining her own twinset with the blood of her doomed daughter.
"Excuse me," Stan said, gently pushing her away so he could finish his work without slicing off the mother's hand.
He worked quickly to remove the girl's intestines, stomach, liver, bladder, womb, and other assorted items, each of which he placed aside for further treatment later. Katie watched in a sort of rapture as her daughter became increasingly hollow. Before long the moans had died down and the movements were no more. Clearly Jamie had achieved her fate and was no longer amongst the living. But the butcher did not pause to commemorate the moment.
Heart, lungs, and everything else soon found its way out of Jamie's now vacant torso. Stan eventually sawed the dead girl's head off with his bone saw and slipped meat hooks into her ankles. Katie gasped in astonishment as her recently deceased daughter was hung upside down with her gutted belly open to clearly reveal her internal emptiness, her head removed, and her blood draining into a bucket. The warm corpse still had an alluring feminine beauty, and it still wore it's now more reddish black than grey twinset sweaters. The vision excited her.
Stan sighed as he completed his task and wiped off his butcher block. "Ok, Katie, she's done for now. I can take her apart however you wish and have her sent to your house. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
Katie's wild eyes flashed again as she stood in bloodied twinset, holding a length of bloody barbed wire in one hand. "Yes, Stan, there is....can you do me next?"