Trapped

I should have put a content warning at the front of this thread, so I'll do it now before we get too far in. This story, while comedic in tone at times, is really an erotic horror story. My plan right now is to have ****, some dubcon/**** scenes, a bit of Stockholm syndrome, along with a **** sex change completely against Case's will. And hopefully I can get a bit of fucked up Bailey "wholesomeness" in along the way. lol There's a bunch of stuff I can't do over on my Patreon so I'm getting some of these ideas out of my system here.

Anyway, you've been warned. If any of this isn't your cup of tea please just don't read it.

Now, on with the tale.

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I come back to my senses with the sensation of a warm wet cloth gently caressing my forehead and cheeks. There is something in my mouth. I try to push it out with my tongue but it wouldn’t move.

“I think he’s comin round.” A kindly woman’s voice says.

Opening my eyes I see the face of Helen Bailey leaned in close, her brown eyes full of concern followed by relief at my waking.

“He’s okay.”

I jolt up as memory returns. I go to push her away but find my wrists bound to the arms of the chair. I go to kick but my ankles were similarly strapped to the sturdy legs. I wriggle and feel the belt holding me to the back around the middle of my torso. I jerk and pull, desperately trying to escape, but find the strong wood and leather more than adequate for the job of keeping me there. I was well and truly trapped.

“Mrrrmmm!” I scream but find my mouth gagged with a leather ball held in place with a belt that went around the back of my head.

Helen sits back to reveal the three Bailey children standing back a few feet and watching. Fiona had her hands on her hips looking pretty pleased with herself for getting me here. Jessie had that amused look on his face again, this was all great fun for him. And the youngest, Elsie, hid behind her brother peeking one eye around to see me and not looking at all comfortable with me being here.

“The gag is for the cussin.” She tells me as she uses the cloth to wipe some of the spittle that dribbled from from my bottom lip. “I’ll take it off later. But it goes back on if you can’t control that foul mouth of yours.”

“I can think of somethin else to put in there.” Fiona scratches her balls.

Jessie flashes her a look of pure jealous anger. “Fiona! You come to me if…”

“Enough of that you two. Leave the nice man be, ya hear?” Helen says with motherly authority as she continues to wipe my face and neck with the soothing cool cloth. “He’s our guest and y’all will treat him nice.” This was treating me nice? “Fiona, get to your chores.”

“Yes Momma.” Fiona takes one last look at me then turns and head for the door. Pulling her shotgun from her shoulder she sets in the corner of the entryway and heads out the door.

“Elsie, we’ll be needin another servin of supper.” Helen says. “Get to peelin and chopping my girl.”

“Yes Momma.” She whispers and hurries straight from behind her brother toward the kitchen door, obviously relieved to be leaving the room.

Helen stands. “He’s got a goose egg on the side of his head, otherwise he’s fit as a fiddle.”

“Want me to watch him?” Jessie asks with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“He ain’t goin nowhere.” His mother turns to her feminine boy and smiles. “Why don’t you take a rest sweet boy. It’s been such an exciting day, you must be plum tuckered out.”

He smiles a bashful kind of smile. “Awww, I’m alright Momma.”

She goes to him and hugs him, pulling his head down to her great bosom and stroking his hair as he hugs her back with a big smile.

“You musta been so scared seein this rough man come outta the bushes.”

“Momma, I can take care of myself. I’m twenty year old now, I can look after myself.” He says, soaking up the attention despite his words. “And asides, Fiona was with me.”

“I can feel you all tight like a drum.” She rubs his back. “Come on my boy. Let Momma help with that.”

Jessie giggles. “Now? He’s watchin.”

“Oh, you ’shamed of your old Momma now? All growed up and don’t need your Momma no more? That it?”

“No Momma.” He nuzzles his face between her huge breasts. “I still need you.”

I sit watching this scene with a growing feeling of unease. This whole family was awfully…cozy with one another. I’d heard tales of what these mountain folk got up to with their kin.

“That’s mah boy.” She grins proudly. “Come on then.”

Holding his hands she leads her son to a long sofa covered with a big yellow, brown and white crocheted blanket that sat beneath a pair of windows that looked out onto the front porch. As they move Jessie unbuckles his gunbelt and sets it at the end of the sofa. My eyes lock on it a moment. Fiona was out and Jessie unarmed, if only I could free myself I was confident I could probably overpower Helen, Elsie, and Jessie with the element of surprise on my side. Without trying to draw too much attention I start to pull and push and test every strap.

Helen sits down in the center of the sofa and guides her son onto her big soft lap. He sits on her thighs not unlike how he rode side saddle on that big stallion. They rub their noses together and laugh happily before giving each other a too long smooch. Fuck this was weird! With them distracted I struggle harder…until the next thing they do freezes me in place. Helen peels back Jessie’s skirt, revealing the young man’s smooth pale legs as she goes, right up so that it wasn’t even covering his knickers…not he was wearing any!

Jessie slips his arm around his mother’s neck and leans his weight into her. He rests his cheek against her head as happily he watches his Momma start to handle his shaved cock and balls in a way no mother ought to touch her son.

“I guess it was a little scary.” He trills to her in a small obsequious voice.

“Aww. Of course you were scared.” She says dotingly. “Strange man comin up on ya like that. No shame in that my boy. But I gots you now baby.” She sets out the damp cloth that she had just been dabbing on me and lays it out over the bunched up heap of Jessie’s dress, clearly set to catch…God! I wanted to be sick. She starts stroking his soft cock, quickly bringing it to life in her plump soft hand. “Momma won’t let nothing happen to her boy.”

“Thank you Momma.”

“My precious child.” She runs a finger down the front of his hardening dick right down to his sack then grabs his shaft again to start stroking once more.

I feel a knot in my gut at the open display of incestuous love happening in front of me. “Mmmph!” I thrash to try escape, more from disgust than my need to survive.

Jessie giggles. “He’s watchin us.”

“Of course he is. You as pretty as a peach blossom my boy. Any red-blooded man or lady would want ya.”

“You really think so Momma?”

“I know so Jessie.” She kisses his cheek. “Settle now, let Momma look after ya.”

“Mmm, yes Momma.”

To my left I could hear the youngest in the kitchen chopping something on a cutting board. Just outside behind me I could hear the rhythm of an ax splitting firewood as the eldest did her chores. But in here the brother and middle child basked in all of his Momma’s attentions. I keep my eyes focuses hard on a spot on the floor to my left as these two hillbilly’s committed unspeakable sin. While I could not see what was happening nothing could stop the sounds from reaching me.

“Ohhh. That feels nice Momma.” Jessie’s girlish voice sighs.

“Mmmm, you’re excited today.”

Jessie giggles. “He’s right there Momma. He he he. He’s listenin. Makes me feel all naughty inside.”

“Nothin naughty ’bout this. Just a mother lookin after her boy.”

“Ohhhh! You look after me so good Momma!”

Jessie’s soft cooing moans slowly escalate as Helen whispers all sorts of sweet things in his ear. Without actually seeing him it was impossible to distinguish his high lusty voice from that of a lady’s. Thinking of his effeminate build and Fiona’s extra bits I conclude that inbreeding must have seriously fucked these two up. “Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhh Momma.” Try as I might I could not **** the sounds of Jessie’s sexual pleasure from my ears nor the subtle rhythmic sound of skin over skin from his mother’s stroking. This was so revolting, so terrible, so absolutely wretched! “Ohhhh. He’s hard Momma!”

“I see that Jessie.”

My eyes snap from the spot on the floor down to my crotch. There I see, much to utter horror and humiliation, my manhood tenting my thin white drawers. What the fuck!? My arms tug frantically as my instinct is to cover my shame overwhelms me. I squirm and heave but I am kept right in place by these fucking binding leather straps with my erection there for all to see.

“Mrrrmmm!” I try to speak to explain to them that it wasn’t that they were doing that caused this. It must have been the hit to my head or something that had me all messed up. Of course all that comes out is a drooling mumble. “Mrrrmm!”

“He really does like me.”

“Told ya my boy. You so pretty nobody can resist.”

“He’s small, just like me!”

“Not as cute though.”

“Ohhhh! Can I…?”

“You leave him be now Jessie.”

“But…!”

“You only touch Mister Devlin in that way how he wants you touchin him, you hear?”

“Yes Momma.”

Forgetting why I’d been staring at the floor to begin with I accidentally look their way. Helen has her head down, watching her son’s rock hard erection as she adoringly strokes it in a light grip. Jessie however was staring right at me with a palpable lust in his chestnut brown eyes, a light pink blush across his fine cheeks. When he sees me looking…he spreads his legs a little. For an instant, just a split second, my eyes meet his and he let out a long groan of wanton desire. “Ohhhhhh!”

I snap my head away and shake it violently.

“Almost there my boy. Almost there.”

“Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!” Jessie’s voice rises higher and higher.

“Get that nut Jessie!” Elsie calls from the kitchen. Her voice cuts short, perhaps remembering I was here.

“Yes my boy, cum for Momma.” Helen says softly.

“OHHHHHHH!!!” The dress wearing girly boy’s voice rings out through the cabin.

“He he he.” Elsie titters from the next room.

“I hear that!” Fiona’s voice calls from outside the house. “Whoooeeee! Atta boy Jessie!”

Meanwhile Helen continues in her soothing motherly tone. “Oh! There it is! Oh yes! Good boy! That’s my good boy! Look at it all! Such a big healthy load for Momma!”

“OHHHH! MOMMAAAAA!”

I look straight up to stare at the beams of the ceiling. Lord take me now!