Cheri stretched languidly. Her mind and body still full of the endorphins of her orgasm. The yellow bustier she wore was a size too small and laced too tightly. The cloth ribbon binding her hands behind her were tight but not painful. Her ankles were strapped to a spreader bar that kept her legs wide open so that Dan had easy access to the sensitive flesh of her sex. She'd never tried bondage before Dan, but she adored it now. The bustier made it just a little hard to breath, which made her a little light headed during sex, which made her orgasms somehow more intense. The bondage gave her body something to fight against, which made it even better. The collie turned her head and looked at Dan where he lay beside her, also coming down from their intense climax. The sheppard was no longer a young man. There was a softening of age in his waist. But the drugs he took, and the cock ring he wore, kept him firm enough, often enough, that she had no complaints. Quite the contrary. "You are the best sex I've ever had," she murmured. He smiled, pleased with himself. He sat up and began to untie her left ankle. "You don't need to do that," she complained. "A short break, then we'll try something else," he replied. After the spreader bar fell to the floor, she sat up and he worked on the ribbons around her wrists. The fluid of their recent yiff was dribbling over her tail, and seeping into the sheets. She had to sit in the damp spot but she didn't mind. "I will do anything you want," she said ernestly. "Good girl." "No, really. I will do anything you want," she insisted. "Is there something you've always wanted to do, but never had a partner willing to try?" For a moment a shadow flickered across his eyes. "Is there some fantasy?" she went on. "Some deep dark secret?" "It's - uh - too extreme," he muttered. "Anything! I would do anything for you! I would die for you!" A strange look came into the sheppard's eyes. "Would you really?" "Anything!" "I have always dreamed of killing a girl during sex," he said quietly, as if speaking to himself. For a moment, her mind failed to register the meaning of his statement. Kill? Was he really suggesting that she allow him to kill her? For sex? She adored sex. She was addicted to sex. But would she be willing to die for sex? Well - Maybe - It was that good with Dan. He was the best she'd ever had; and she'd had many lovers in her life. It wasn't just the bondage, although that helped. It was his intensity. It was his ability to find, and use, all that was erotic about her. It was the way he considered sex to be the most important thing in his life. Just as sex was the most important thing in Cheri's life. She realized that she was seriously considering agreeing to die for him. On the one hand it would be an amazing experience. And it would make him happy. On the other hand, it was something she could only do once. And what would happen to her daughters if Cheri was yiffed to death? Her daughters. She had never wanted children. She only had the four teenagers because she had been careless or unlucky a few times. After the fourth one was born, she'd had her tubes tied so she never had to worry about it happening again. She would have been happier if those four had never been born either. Her daughters? Now, wait a minute - Was sex with Dan more important to her than her daughters? Well - Yes. Yes, it was. Sex with Dan was more important to Cheri than her daughters. She heard her own voice say: "Would you really kill someone for sex?" And somewhere on the edge of insanity Dan replied: "Maybe. If the situation were right." She heard herself say: "Alright," and watched herself rise from the bed, and throw her housecoat around her shoulders. The eldest girl was with a friend tonight. Probably a boy, but who cared? The youngest was too young; she had not entered menarche yet. Jessi? Jessi was a real slitch. Every time she tripped and fell she landed on her back with her legs open. Cheri had been called to the school twice for Jessi's sexual antics. The second time because Jessi had been accused of seducing a teacher. Which was fine with Cheri. She let herself into Jessi's room, and gave the girl a gentle shake on the shoulder. "Jessi. Wake up, now." "Mom? What is it?" "I want you to get up, dear." The girl swung her feet to the floor and sat on the edge of her bed. "Why, Mom?" "I want you to do something for me, please," and Cheri pulled Jessi to her feet. "What?" asked the girl; but she did not resist when Cheri pulled her night shirt over her head. "Would you like to yiff my boyfriend?" asked Cheri. Jessi looked at Cheri with surprise, then suspicion. "Really?" "Why don't you put on that little pink nightie?" suggested Cheri. The last time Jessi had worn that nightie when Dan was in the house, Cheri had gotten angry. Jessi realized the suggestion that she wear it now, showed that Cheri was serious. The girl happily pulled the nightie out of a drawer, stepped into the bikini panties and pulled them up under her tail. She threw the "baby doll" top over her head and pulled it down over her bust. The nightie's elastic waist was high up under her boobs, and the hem barely covered the panties. It was so tight over the teenage collies teats that her nipples were already visible. Impulsively, Cheri raised a hand to Jessi's boob, and gently stroked one nipple. Jessi grinned happily, not at all upset at the implication of incest. "Come on," urged Cheri. She threw an arm around her daughters shoulder and pulled her along. When they entered Cheri's bedroom, Dan looked up startled and snatched at the blanket to cover his nakedness. But then he hesitated, as it occured to him what Cheri might be offering. "Dan, I've brought you a present," said Cheri. Jessi grinned nervously. With a growing sense of wonder, Dan asked: "Cheri, are you sure about this?" Cheri lifted a finger to Jessi's shoulder strap; then ran that finger down the neckline to the valley between the girls boobs. "If you wish, we can satisfy your deepest darkest fantasy," she said seductively. Jessi turned and raised a hand to her mother's housecoat. She ran that hand up the open front to breast level, and then slid under the fabric to grip her mothers boob. She looked at Dan with bedroom eyes to see how he was reacting. She could tell how Cheri was responding, because Cheri's nipple was perking up in the girl's hand. As Dan stood, the wheels were clearly spinning inside his head. Yet, at the same time, his erection was rapidly swelling. Much to Jessi's obvious delight. "You're sure?" he asked again. "She can be anything you wish," insisted Cheri. "Anything!" Jessi made the last mistake of her young life. She did not ask what 'anything' really meant. A three way? With a mother and daughter? What more could any stud want? She licked her lips, invitingly. Greed crept into Dan's eyes and he growled: "Alright." Then: "Nurse! The warden wants the prisoner to have a full medical exam!" "Yes, sir." snapped Cheri. "First, we must search her for weapons!" Looking at Jessi, Dan said: "Hands up, prisoner!" Grinning happily, Jessi snapped: "Yes sir." And threw her hands high over her head. Dan stood up, so that his swaying erection was obvious, and raised his hands to the teenagers mane. Slowly he ran his fingers through her hair - over her muzzle - down the sides of her neck - along the shoulder straps of the nightie to her boobs - where his hands lingered - gently massaging the small fatty softness of them - down her sides - her hips - up under the nightie over her soft belly - back back down to her panties - over the flat belly - But he stopped before touching her groin. He raised his hands, and took a step forward, so that his erection was not quite touching her belly, his muzzle not quite touching hers. He reached around the girl, and his hands crept up into her hair - slid down the back of her neck, over her shoulder blades - down the sides - over her hips - up under the nightie - up her spine - back down to the panties - gently sliding fingers under the elastic waist band - where his hands lingered on either side of her tail - gently massaging the round firm ass - But again he stopped before his probing fingers reached between her legs. Dan gently removed his hands from the childs panties. Then he sank down to one knee, putting his muzzle at the level of the girl's belly. He hooked his fingers into the waist of Jessi's panties, and slowly, oh so slowly, drew them down her legs. With the panties in a lump on the floor, Dan began to run his hand back up the insides of the child's legs, gently rubbing her fur against the grain. Finally, at the top of her inner thigh, he paused. Jessi made a tiny sound in her throat, and squirmed. Dan's fingers gently touched the fur lining the childs vagina, not quite touching the sensitive flesh itself. She started to push her hips toward his hands - Dan suddenly stood up. "The prisoner will finish disrobing!" Although momentarily startled by the sudden change, Jessi non-the-less grabbed her nightie by the hem and pulled it up over her head. When the pink fabric fell to the floor it left the girl naked for Dan to see. The teenage collie was just enough too wide in the hip and too full in the boobs to be really a child anymore. But, she still had room to grow, leaving her slim and firm. "Lie on the examination bed!" "Yes, sir!" Jessi flopped onto the bed, and rolled over on her back. She smiled broadly, and squirmed with anticipation. Dan sat at her feet. "Nurse, hold the prisoners hands down." Cheri grabbed Jessi's wrists and held them firmly to the pillow above the child's head. Dan lifted Jessi's leg, and leaned forward until his cheek rested against the inside of her thigh. His finger stroked the fur on one side of her slit, then the other. The girl squirmed on the bed; her body reacting to her increasing arousal. Dan began to probe between the labial lips, and Jessi groaned. His finger plunged in and out several times, rapidly getting damper as her body lubricated. He slid his cheek down her thigh, bringing his muzzle closer to the girl's sex. The smell of her excitement was strong, and up close it was almost overpowering. With his finger still sliding in and out, Dan gently used his tongue to probe for the girls clitoris under its fleshy hood. The girl gasped and her back arched when the intense sensation slammed into her. Again, Dan suddenly stood up. "It's time for the probe," he said. Without being told, Jessi threw her knees wide and lifted her ankles. Dan kneeled between the girl's legs, and leaned forward to put one hand on the bed by her waist. With the other he guided his erect member to her open and damp love box. He began to push in - Jessi gasped - he withdrew slighty, and pushed again, sinking in a little further - Jessi gasped - and he withdrew and pushed deeper again. And again - and Jessi gasped with each plunge. He stopped when his tip touched against her uterus. He knew that most women found it painful to have the uterus struck, and he didn't want to cause the girl any discomfort. Yet. Long slow strokes gently drove the girl's arousal up. She began to breath deeply in time with the plunging thrust in her belly. After a few moments of that, she groaned, and began to arch her back. Her hands pulled against Cheri holding her wrists. Dan began to pick up the pace, thrusting faster and more urgently. The building pressure caused the girl to make little noices in her throat with each lunge. Cheri watched, fascinated, as her daughter was thoroughly yiffed by her boyfriend. She could feel her own erotic urges building in time with the growing volumn of Jessi's groans. Cheri wanted desperately to reach her hand between her own legs, to stroke her own damp labia. She was certain that her own clitoris was swollen erect because of her strong desire to have it stroked. Cheri had never thought of Jessi in an overt sexual sense before. But now she was excited to see Jessi's erect nipples bouncing on her small boobs. Cheri was aroused to see Jessi's belly muscles rolling and straining in time with the pounding in her groin. Cheri was eager to be touched and yiffed as she was watching her daughter being touched and yiffed. The teenage collie in front of Cheri wasn't her daughter anymore. She wasn't even a real person. She was only a sex object, a stimulant, an erotic thing to enjoy; no different than some nameless actress in a pornographic film. And Cheri was stimulated. She knew that it would be very easy for her to have her own orgasm, if only she could touch herself for just a few minutes. But all she could do was hold the girl's hands down, because that was what her lover had told her to do. Jessi's groans suddenly swelled intently. Her groans became shouts, and her hips thrust back at Dan's hips as his erection thrust into her. The girl caught her breath and held it; her head threw back and her back arched. Every muscle in her body seemed to seize up with the force of her orgasm. Dan stopped to let the girl's sphincter grip the erection he held within her. Jessi slumped, limp. A few after shocks shook her chest, waving her erect nipples at Dan, and then she let out a very satisfied sounding groan. Dan slowly pulled out, so Jessi made a dissapointed noise. "You didn't -" she started to say. "Prisoner will stand up," barked Dan! Realizing that the game was not over, Jessi smiled and obediently scrambled to her feet. Cheri dropped her hands to her crotch, still sticky from Dan's previous orgasm, and began to rub gently at her labial lips. Dan opened the bottom drawer of the bureau. They kept thier bondage things and sex toys in that drawer. Jessi smiled at the things she could see there. Dan grabbed a short length of rope, and pulled Jessi's hands behind her back. Jessi neither objected nor resisted as Dan tied her hands together with quick efficient movements. He then pulled out a length of fabric, that he wrapped over her eyes. She grinned, happily. "I've never done any kinky things before," said the child, "but I'm glad to try. Learn the ropes, so to speak." Dan reached to Cheri, and grabbed her by the mane. He pulled, and forced her to struggle to her paws. When he bent over the drawer and pulled out a second short piece of rope, Cheri guessed what he wanted, and turned her back. "What's happening?" asked Jessi from behind her blindfold. Cheri glanced at Dan, and he nodded toward the child. "He's tying my hands behind my back," smiled Cheri. "It feels good." "Why can't I watch?" "Shush now, girl. Anticipation is part of the thrill." Dan picked up a longer piece of rope, and Cheri watched fascinated as he made two turns and seven wraps. A noose. A noose for hanging - for killing! Dan swept the clothes off of the bedroom chair, and pulled it under the ring bolt he had mounted in the ceiling. Cheri knew from their bondage games that the ring was strong enough to hold her weight. And Jessi weighed less than Cheri did. As the sheppard turned, Cheri focused on the erection happily waving in front of him. It's length glistened with Jessi's vaginal lubricatants. The cock ring and fur at it's base were matted with the drying after effects of their earlier yiffing. It was the most important thing in Cheri's life. More important than life itself. And at that moment Cheri wanted to take it's length into her mouth and suck it clean. Dan placed the hanging halter around Jessi's neck, and gently pulled it closed. He stopped when the rope was snug around her neck, but not tight. Still, it was enough for Jessi to become concerned. When a slight tremor in her voice Jessi said: "Mom?" But, Cheri was so deep into her own arousal that the word had no meaning for her. Dan stepped up onto the chair. Crouching down, he wrapped his arms around Jessi's waist, and lifted her up onto the chair beside him. Holding Jessi with his left arm around her waist, Dan used his right hand to slide the running end of the line through the cieling ring. Then quickly, with both hands, he secured the rope with some quick half hitches. "Mom? What's going on, Mom?" From the wavering in Jessi's voice it was obvious that she was getting worried. Dan stepped down off of the chair. "C'mon, Mom, I'm getting scared." Dan grabbed Cheri by the mane, and pushed her muzzle at Jessi's crotch. Obediently, without being told, Cheri reached out with her tongue to lap at Jessi's sex. Jessi grunted in surprise, and tried to spread her thighs as much as she could. Cheri's probing soon tongue began to draw little noises from Jessi. Dan stepped behind Cheri, and grabbed her by the tail. He pulled up on her tail, and pushed down on her waist. Cheri liked having her tail pulled that way; in her mind it meant yiffing. She bent over, and felt Dan reach under her hips. She had to tilt back at the neck to keep her tongue on Jessi's labia. She licked the length of those tight lips, and pushed her tongue into the hood at the top to tickle the little nubbin of the girls clitoris. Cheri's probing had Jessi pushing her loins at her mothers muzzle. The teenager was making little noises of arousal in time with her heavinging hips. Cheri could feel Dan's hand as his fingers stroked her crotch. He began to push fingers into her, and her hips unconciously pushed back to hasten thier intrusion. He slid his fingers in and out several times, and spread her natural lubricants over her lower lips. Then he was there; and her breath caught in her throat as the tip of his erection pushed against her. She groaned in uncontrolled pleasure as his length sank into her belly. It felt so right to have his mass firmly inside her, so complete, so proper. His erection inside her gave meaning to her life. Cheri pulled against the ropes binding her hands behind her back. She pushed her tongue eagerly against her daughters wet sex in time with Dan's thrusts. Cheri could feel the girl pushing back against her mothers tongue, heedless of the rope around her neck. Cheri could feel the muscle tension building in the teenagers thighs and hips. And she could feel her own muscles beginning to tense as her own climax built in her belly. Dan shifted his wieght, and stopped pushing into Cheri. She caught her breath, and started to wonder why. Then Dan threw his right paw up onto the edge of the chair under Jessi's feet. Was he really going to do it? He was really going to do it! Cheri resumed lapping at the tender girl flesh in front of her tongue. Dan kicked out. Jessi didn't even have time to squawk before the noose cruelly grabbed her by the throat. For a moment the child dangled motionless. Then her whole body seemed to explode into action. Her shoulders threw back and forth, as she pulled desperately at the rope around her wrists. Her hips thrashed wildly causing her legs to kick in all directions, rapping Cheri painfully on the muzzle. Dan began pounding into Cheri's sex again. He grabbed her tail with his left hand, and wrapped his right around her hip. He used her tail like a handle, pulling her back as he pushed in, and pushing her away as he pushed out. She was little more than a sex toy in his hands; no control over herself at all. He simply used her body to pleasure himself. Total obedience; total surrender. Cheri was only a thing for Dan to slake his lust upon. And it felt wonderful! She was scarcely aware of the teenager dying in front of her eyes. Only a small part of Cheri's mind noticed that the body hanging in front of her was spasming and heaving, as if it were experiencing an orgasm. She barely noticed the pink inside the child's ears turning a bright red. She was heedless of the rope sunk deeply into the girl's neck, pulling the jaw tightly back. She could not quite comprehend that the paws dangling before her eyes, far above the floor, twitching and swinging as the hips jerked, were really her daughter strangling for her lover's thrill. Dan's movements became jerky. His grip on her tail tightened and he pulled hard, as he always did when he climaxed into her. Knowing that he was having his orgasm was enough to trip Cheri over as well. Her own orgasm burst out of her hips and flooded her body and miind with pleasure. Her thoughts were lost, overwhelmed by the power of her climax. Waves of release, rolling one after the other, crashing over her. She was too small to contain the power of so much sex, and it overwhelmed her. When his grip and his presence suddenly ended, she collapsed to the floor. It took a few moments for Cheri to get her breath back. Even then she panted with the effort. She looked up. Toes dangled above her. Above the toes, a tight girlish vagina. Above the sex, small firm teats with hard erect nipples. Above the boobs, a mouth grimaced over clenched teeth and a blindfold. Above the rope sunk deeply into the neck, a noose and line swinging from the ceiling bolt. Cheri pulled her feet in, and rolled to her knees, then stood up. She looked at the body in front of her. Her daughter Jessi. Hanged. Murdered. She had an impulse to reach out and touch the body, as if touching it would make the death somehow more real. But, she couldn't because her hands were still tied behind her back. Cheri had just hanged her own daughter in order to provide a sexual thrill for her lover. He had enjoyed it; she had been able to sense how much it had affected him, how much he had enjoyed the child's death struggles. And his thrill had made it more exciting for her, too. She realized that hanging Jessi had made the experience so much more intense. She had enjoyed hanging her daughter because she knew how much he had enjoyed it. Cheri knew, she just knew, that sooner or later she would have her other daughters in here for him. Her other daughters would each have their hands tied; would each be placed on the chair with a noose around her neck; would each hang; would each die; just so Dan and Cheri could have sex while watching. And too, she knew that the day would come when it would be her turn to step up on that chair and put the rope around her own neck. She knew that when that day came, she would go willingly to hang for his pleasure. She smiled.