A Trial Dance “Oh, wanting to see me in pink, are you?” Samuel teased as he slowly lifted his shirt. The warm spring sun was filtering in through the windows in the little utility shed maids would use for preparations for training and practice. Though whereas most resorts would have gardening supplies and tools, these maids were more entertainers of a macabre sort. Ropes, chains and other bondage tools lined the walls, in a mostly neat manner. With the constant influx of new maids and of course the inevitable ‘retiring’ that happens here, it was hard to keep it organized. Especially when it came to the practice shed for new hires. Given the imposing gallows just outside the window, there was at least some reminder of what would await anyone too careless with the resort’s equipment. Christina just grinned with mischief, “you know it does go so well with blue and purple.” Her breath quickened a bit as she put on just a large silk apron. Her toes flexing on the worn wooden floor as she watched the handsome shepard bare his dark fur and muscular body in the shed. Her own body bare from behind in what looked like just a tease of a maid uniform all she got to wear. “I’m still surprised you decided to volunteer to, erm, dance first,” she mentioned as she looked over the handsome boy in the nude, watching him trying a slender rope on around his neck. The end of the rope had a fat squishy pink ball that half concealed and cushioned the metal loop. Samuel curiously looped the rope through it and watched how the metal loop slide down the rope until the rope would close. A little blush, and a peeking out of pink pointy tip hinted his thoughts of it around his throat. Squishy cushion digging in against his spine as his weight settled into the rope’s embrace about his neck. “Well, I still am rather nervous, even if it’s not permanent, I’m sure it’s not completely pleasant… So uh, may as well get it done first! We all gotta do it at least once to be a gasper maid after all,” Samuel replied as he put the rope around his neck slowly. Turning the cushioned loop to press to the back of his neck and giving the rope a tug. A little *hff* of a gasp when the slender white rope dug into his thin black fur. A faintest kiss of what the rope would do when his weight settled in. “Erm, that nice pangolin did suggest this one, no need to worry about mistakes tying knots too.” Samuel mentioned as he tried the curious rope on, smiling as he saw the blush in Christine’s cheeks. Unable to help but grin a bit seeing the collie’s big fluffy tail wagging like a puppy while the teens tried to hide their excitement. A little harder for him with his body in the bare before her. Christina gave a look of mock annoyance, “Oh, not trusting my knot tying now, are we? Maybe I’ll have to wear that one too next week for you.” Her quick breathing and tail’s rapid lashing teased her own thoughts of how that same rope would look digging into her fluffy neck. “It is a good look ya know. Outfit leaves a bit to desire if it gets cold though.” The german shepherd winking as he posed with a mocking wiggle of his bare butt. “Well you are missing half of the outfit now, you know,” The collie brought up a pair of lurid pink cuffs, thick and fuzzy as she opened them up. “hands behind you now, but I’m sure someone like you has watched plenty of videos of this for… practice.” A little gulp! as the little shepherd turned and pulled hands behind him. His erection twitching more to life as he felt that fuzzy softness wrap around his wrists, then pinch down. Hard. “Goodness, got it out for me, don’t ya.” “This won't pinch as hard as that rope of yours, you know.” The pudgy girl shivered a little, looking over the cute guy before her. Bare fur, stiff pink erection, he even had a cute perky butt. Biting her lip and glad her pouty doggy cunny was covered at least. She could feel the slick heat between her thighs as her breasts bounced with quick breaths. A little gasp hinted she hit right at home as Samuel wiggled his fingers a little “oh, goodness, I can feel my fingers tingle… that’s gonna be me, isn’t it,” his tail wagged wildly as his ears folded a little. “mmmm, we better, er, get hopping then, before I lose my courage,” he muttered as he squirmed his hands behind him. Christina nodded, her own heart pounding wildly as she grasped his rope like a noose and walked him out. The sun quite warm on her mostly bare fur and with a bump of doggy penis to her bare butt she realized Samuel was getting quite the view behind her. Especially as they had a couple feet of steps to clamber up on the simple gallows. The wind blew a hint of sweet flowers, and a tease of more dirty scents. The training gallows perhaps a little closer to the compost yard than either would prefer, teasing lewd hints of how the shepherd will end up tonight. The two looked over the simple platform awaiting them. A single long plank stuck out a couple feet from the small standing platform, with a matching gibbet bar above it. Beneath was a big sandy pit to ensure cleanup was easier. Anyone really big would need to practice somewhere else, but for the majority of maids, well, Samuel will find it works quite well soon enough. Christina stepped aside to lead the shepherd from behind this time, snickering a little as that long tail slapped her in his wagging. “Geez, sand seems a little further away once you’re toeing the edge,” Samuel peeked down at the ground just a couple feet below. He could hop down now, but soon would be hopping off the platform in another manner. He took deep breaths as he heard a clatter of rope behind him. Then a subtle tug as the pretty collie behind him pulled the rope’s slack down. Tying a simple slipknot as both had been taught so his rope would hold him securely from the heavy wood above him. There were heavy grooves in the gibbet bar, partly from being added to guide a rope, and some from the grind of many ropes pulling on the wood over the years. He felt the girl’s soft breasts and pudgy tummy through her apron push against his back as she nestled close to get that rope snug. Nnnf! She was pulling very snug and he had to stand tall with the noose’s insistent tug on his throat. The two blushed as pink, Christina eying that rubber ball pressed into Samuel’s nec and Samuel from feeling the firm tug about his neck. His rope was slender and white to contrast nicely with his dark fur as it looped under his chin. His head tucked down instinctive as he stood tall on his toes. His bare, muscular form exposed in the sun as the breeze tickled his fur. Erection on display as a few of the maids going about their business stopped for a moment. Not too often to catch a couple new to dancing. The boy would have been a little embarrassed by his audience if he wasn’t staring at the sand beneath his trapdoor. Christina notices the others stopping, and tries to not squeak in embarrassment. Foreboding executioneress she was not, her tubby butt wiggling bare in the breeze. She takes a deep breath, and walks back to the lever. Leaving her friend nervously curling tail between legs and ears folded shyly. Although his tailtip was wagging to show his excitement, along with the dribble of pre on his pointy dog penis. She thought he was a little eager for the rope, but didn’t know it was this much. Her own tail twitching nervously as she gripped the lever. She was about to kill her friend and even if they both were promised they’d be fine afterwards it was pretty nerve wracking. Indeed, they both had even watched a show and talked to the hanged dancer a couple weeks later. But with her friend’s handsome neck in a noose a few feet away… well, no time like the present to find out, she had her date with the rope next week after all. She didn’t want to leave the poor boy waiting too long. A curious whine from Samuel was cut short with a sudden *CLATTER* marksingthe platform giving way. The platform slapped the side of the gallows with a nice SMACK to announce the boy’s hanging. Samuel’s mouth snaps open as the rope clamps shut under his chin. His feet flail wildly, showing the pink pads as he twisted about. He was hanging! And given the twitchy dribble of pre glittering down his cock, in heaven. Or at least, he will be given a few minutes in his noose. Christina found herself short of breath watching the way that rope dug into the boy’s neck. Firm and deep, marking a deep crease in the thin fur. His tongue poked from his lips as he mouthed for air with futile puffs of his chest. Drooling as much as he leaked pre as his muscular body writhed like a worm. Showing his fit body in the breeze and earning a few whistles and cheers from a couple maids. They stopped their walk to watch the german shepherd boy wriggle from the rope as he kicked a rough, erratic little dance for any to see. Undoubtedly every maid who wanted to do erotic job had a little bit of trepidation when they found out they’d hang as part of their training to be ‘entertainment’, but Samuel had yet to really think what this entailed until he was left strangling in the sun. All his weight was settled around a simple slender rope, even that little pink cushion couldn’t keep it from pinching roughly. His wrists jerking the cuffs and jangling them as his feet kept kicking for finding anything to rest on. Eyes wide as the sand twirled beneath him, not really noticing the little gaggle of apron clad boys and girls admiring his dying form. He certainly couldn't see the collie girl sneak a hand under her apron to rub her drippy, fat cunny. Fingering herself at the sight of the boy’s youthful arousal twitching as his cheeks darkened. His tongue was bulging all fat and purple. He is going to die and be left hanging for an hour for everyone to admire. Her heart pounded in sympathy and lust at the way that rope was digging so deep into Samuel’s throat. Knowing next week they were going to change places made her quiver in nervous need, struggling to keep breathing just watching him swing and strangle. The boy’s eyes fluttered back as the lack of air and blood to his hormone addled brain was getting to be too much. His knot bulged, trapped in his sheath for a moment as thighs awkwardly jerked to try and free that bulge. A blissful shudder of his slender belly and squirt! He began to cum in the breeze. Butt twitching as his belly made a tense with each splash of seed to the sand below. His eyes rolled back, he may not have even felt it as his toes made a little flutter with each orgasmic shake of his body. Once his feet curled together and hands started to jerk and make little grabbing motions it was obvious he was far past consciousness. His sleek body strived to stay alive still, that loop of rope strangling the life from him with merciless certainty. One of his pupils getting big as the other remained small in his half closed eyes as his body made jerked. At the end of his rope figuratively now, to match his literal position in the warm spring breeze. The collie couldn't help herself, muffledly groaning as she came to the site of the boy’s helpless little shakes. She couldn’t stop thinking how that was gonna be her soon enough. Of course, both knew certain other things would happen, but the gentle slack sagging of the boy’s body in death was also met with a bit of embarrassment. A soft, wet plop of his final soiling falling to the sand as she squeaked! Of course, usually the hanging recordings had them cleaned out first, but here well, they had to learn how to handle entertaining guests who’d not always be so professional. A brilliant blush as she watched the boy empty his bowels as his bladder dribbled and leaked in musky dribbles down his erection. Of course she had agreed to that all you can eat buffet with him last night without thinking about it, and now she realized why he had such a grin the whole time. Some giggles from the crowd as they dispersed, leavin the girl to have to to clean up after him. His tail dangled limp as his relaxed body was peaceful and still. Looking so calm and serene, almost innocent… if not for the mess beneath him and pink erection glistening with cum and piss. A hint of his muss on his butt too, as the collie huffed. Now was the not so fun part as she got the rake and shovel to scoop out the soiled sand. At least she knew he’d have to do the same next week. Raking up the sand as she snickered at the absurdity of the moment, like scooping up a giant litter box with the most macabre of cat toys above it. Bagging up the boy’s mess to seal away in a cloth bag for the compost bin. She’ll need to get some help to drag him over in the next half hour or so, but for now she can leave him to sway in the sun. Bare form teasing at how she’ll look when it’s her turn to wiggle her plump body by her throat. And she’d be certain to order a buffet the night before with him in celebration, of course.