Damien strutted into the playroom and looked over his slaves. He was pleased with what he saw. Four young women knelt naked in a row on the carpet, their hands resting on their thighs. Their nipples were already erect in anticipation of what was to come. The wall they were facing was mirrored, so they could all see each other. The other walls were done in a red flocked wallpaper. A cheery fire burned in a fireplace at the far end of the room.
Damien smiled.
"You all know what's going to happen?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," they chorused.
"Does anybody want out?"
All four slaves shook their heads, and one gasped out "No," in a shocked voice.
He uncoiled a silk cord from his left wrist. "I'm going to start with Carmella and go from right to left. That will give the rest of you time to prepare yourselves."
"I am ready, Master," Carmella said.
Damien took a moment to admire Carmella, his eyes dwelling on the way her tits jutted out, and her luxurious, medium length, reddish-brown hair.
The girl sat up straight and tall as Damien walked behind her and wrapped the cord around her neck. He allowed just one word to escape her lips as Damien slowly pulled the cord tight. "Yesss...," he said, barely above a whisper, drawing it out long seconds until he could no longer get sound past the cord.
He remained kneeling almost half a minute before starting to writhe and struggle; even then, her hands remained on her thighs. After a while, her fingers started to dig into her thigh muscles, then her hands curled into fists. He had started out partly erect, but soon was pointing almost straight up as he started beating her thighs alternately. Her eyes grew wide as her need for air grew. Little drops of precum oozed from the end of his cock. Then her back arched and he stretched her arms straight down until her knuckles brushed the floor. Her eyes began to glaze over as he spurted thick gobs of raccoon cum just seconds before her hands went limp. Her chest muscles continued to strain for air, though, and her back remained arched.
And then, gradually, those muscles went limp too.
Damien lowered the coon's body gently onto her back, leaving the cord draped loosely around the neck. He spent a few seconds admiring the raccoon's body, still erect — the sleek fur and wide-eyed stare.
Then the uncia padded over to Faith. The smell of Damien's arousal filled the room, mixing with the scent of the raccoon's cum and musk from the three remaining slaves.
"Master, may I beg a last favor?" asked the otter.
"You may."
"Please, tie my hands."
"Don't trust your self-control?"
"No, Master."
Damien took a length of rope and tied Faith's hands behind her back. He walked around the otter, looking over the dense, red fur and bushy tail, covering the hole that had given both of them such pleasure over the years. Then he took another silk cord from his wrist and draped it under Faith's chin.
The otter sat up and held her head high as he felt the strangling cord against her throat. "Please, Master," the otter said.
Damien finished looping the cord around Faith's neck.
"Please, Master," again, as Damien began to tighten the cord. And repeated in a choked voice, then in a whisper... and then silence. The remaining two slaves noticed that the otter's erection grew larger with each repetition of those two words.
Faith began struggling within a few seconds, her hands fighting the bonds, her body writhing as he fought for breath. He struggled to escape the inexorable pressure of the silk around her throat, but his erection grew harder and thicker even as he struggled.
Faith's struggles gradually slowed and he slumped down on her knees, then he went rigid, head high, arms stretched out straight down her back, hands clenched. Semen spewed from his cock, again and again until he finally went limp except for her chest. Damien held the cord tight until the otter's body shook once, twice, then slumped over in death. He laid the body out on its back with the cord around its neck like the first one.
Damien walked to Lynsay and asked, "Do you want your hands tied, too?"
"I think it would be hotter that way, Master."
Damien gave the dog a sharp look. "Hotter?"
"I like to imagine I'm being executed by you, and in a proper execution the prisoner's hands are tied. So it will feel more real, and more exciting to me that way. Mmmmmmm... A traditional Chinese execution at the strangling post?" The spaniel was practically babbling. "A sturdy post, stuck deep in the ground; my ankles tied together behind it, and my wrists..."
Damien reached down and coated a paw with his precum, then offered it to the golden spaniel, who greedily started licking it off.
"You've always been pushy, kid" mused Damien. "I remember when you asked to become my slave, you were pushy even then, trying to set the conditions for your training.... Did you know that on three separate occasions I nearly gave up and sent you away as untrainable? I'm still not sure why I didn't, but there was something about you..."
The dog opened her mouth to respond, but Damien touched a finger to her lips for silence.
"But over those months you changed. Not that you stopped trying to get your own way. But somehow it always worked out that 'your way' was a real turn-on for me. Even when I hadn't thought it would be... It's almost as though you were telepathic; as though you were reading my unconscious desires."
The cocker spaniel grinned saucily up at him, as if to say, "How do you know I'm not?"
Damien stopped to look over the spaniel. Ky's fur was golden, very thick and very soft; he was already erect and leaking drops of precum. The fantasy was turning Lynsay on.
"OK. You want a Chinese-style execution? Stand up!"
The spaniel stood up.
"Stay!"
Damien left the room briefly. He returned with a heavy pedestal table in one hand and a stout broom in the other. He turned the table upside down, set it down behind the spaniel, and unscrewed the base. Then he took the broom in both hands and broke the handle with a sharp snap that startled both slaves. Damien held up a sheet of paper in one paw and pretended to read from it.
"Lynsay Spaniel, you have been tried and found guilty in a court of competent jurisdiction. It is the order of the court that you be tied to the strangling post, and that you there be deprived of breath until your soul has departed your body."
Damien went on in a low voice, just loud enough for the slaves to hear, "The executioner brings you to the strangling post..." He took Lynsay by the shoulders and maneuvered her to stand directly in front of the pedestal, "...and forces you to kneel in front of it." He pushed down until the spaniel was forced to her knees.
Damien grabbed the spaniel's paws and pulled them back around the pole. "...He ties your hands...and then your feet to your hands..." He pulled Ky's hindpaws around the pole, wound a rope around them, and then around the forepaws, pulling them down and forcing the spaniel to sit upright against the pole.
Lynsay was panting and her pupils dilated as he listened to Damien's monologue and realized what was happening to her.
"...He throws a loop of thin hemp over your head..." Damien unwound another silk cord from his wrist and tied it loosely around Ky's neck and the pole. He looked in the mirror and saw that "little Lynsay" was straining upward as if it would reach the ceiling, and producing a continuous stream of precum.
"Let it go, Ky, let it out," Damien said, and Lynsay's cock erupted, spraying jets of cum onto the spaniel's belly, chest, and thighs — and also the carpet.
"Damn!" said Lynsay, "I was saving that."
"Huh!" Damien chuckled. "No way you were going to be able to hold out. You were going to come as soon as I started twisting the stick." Damien chuckled again. "This way you'll have at least one more, maybe two." He looked in the mirror again, and beckoned the last slave, a fox. "Clean her up, Lorna."
The fox walked over, crouched in front of Lynsay, and started licking semen off the spaniel's fur.
Damien continued talking, "He puts a stick through the cord and twists it to tighten the noose around your neck. And now is when you find out that your executioner is a sadist. He doesn't strangle you quickly, but instead leaves you just barely able to breathe." As he spoke, he inserted the remaining broom handle, about 4' long, into the silken loop. He twisted it until he could hear a loud rasp in Lynsay's breathing.
Damien held the stick in her hands and watched while Lorna licked the spaniel's fur clean. The fox combed Lynsay's fur out with her claws where saliva had matted it down.
Damien knew from experience that Lynsay would be able to survive a couple of hours like this, until her muscles grew tired and could no longer force enough air past the constricting loop. Once that started, he would be locked in a vicious cycle — not enough oxygen to fuel the exertion of breathing, which would leave her weaker for the next cycle, and...
But Damien had other plans for the spaniel. He saw in the mirror that the fox had finished cleaning and grooming Lynsay. And Lynsay was erect again, from anticipation, from Lorna's attentions, from the sensation of the strangling cord, or perhaps all three. Damien gave the stick in his hands another full turn. The spaniel's breathing noises became louder and irregular. Now... Yes... use one slave to hurry things for the other.
"Hey, Lorna, you want to help Lynsay along?"
"Master?"
Damien pursed his lips and made sucking noises.
"May I," asked the fox, "Really?"
Damien nodded.
Lorna crouched down again, wrapping one paw around the dog's cock and starting to work it with his lips and tongue.
In less than a minute Lynsay's eyes were slitted in pleasure and her breathing was even more labored. Damien eased up a quarter turn; he didn't want this to end too soon.
The fox kept working on Lynsay's erection, and in only a couple of minutes felt it start to swell. It wouldn't take much more... Lorna looked up at Damien and received a nod. He sped up, sliding his lips up and down the spaniel's rod in a rhythm he knew would do the job. A few seconds later he was rewarded with the slightly bitter taste of dog cum. He swallowed it all, then began to slow down, finally stopping when the spaniel tried to wriggle away from her mouth.
Damien checked the mirror again. Even after two orgasms, Lynsay's cock was still rock-hard. Damien tightened a quarter turn again, forcing the spaniel into a losing battle with asphyxia. It took another minute, then Lynsay's need to breathe started to win out over her sexual excitement. The spaniel started to writhe in her bonds, but he was tied tightly to the pole.
Damien caught Lorna's eye, "Pat a cake." The fox looked puzzled for a moment, then grinned. He slapped Lynsay's erection with one furry paw, waited for it to bob back, then slapped it with the other. And again, and again...
Damien watched Lynsay's eyes in the mirror, and saw when the need for pleasure started to fight with the spaniel's need for air. Then Damien tightened the cord another half turn, waited a minute, and tightened it again.
Lynsay's breathing sounds were soon choked off, and he twisted and writhed in her bonds even as her pelvis thrust forward, demanding the punishment that he needed almost as much as he needed air. Another minute... and a half... and the spaniel's cock spewed semen for the third time. There wasn't much, it was thick and ropy. The orgasm depleted the last of Lynsay's reserves, and he slumped back against the pole. Another minute, the dog's body convulsed a few times, and it was over.
Damien laid Lynsay's body gently on the floor beside the first two slaves. He turned to the fox. "Well done, Lorna, well and bravely done."
"It was my duty, Master, and my pleasure. But if Master is pleased with me..."
"Go on."
"I would beg a last boon ."
"What boon do you wish?"
"I would die with my mouth full of your seed."
Damien froze for a second, then looked again at the fox. "You cooked this up between the two of you, didn't you?"
Lorna shook her head, trying without success to keep a smile off her face. "All four of us, Master."
"All of you?"
"Yes, master."
"That explains a few things. I was wondering why Lynsay didn't offer to lift his tail for me. That was always one of her favorite things."
"Yes, Master. And that's why we lined up the way we did. You probably didn't notice consciously, but when you came into the room Carmella sat up just a little straighter and a little quicker than the rest of us, so you would do her first."
"If you all cooked this up, why didn't you arrange things so you and Lynsay were first? Then you would have had the sex you want and Lynsay her elaborate fantasy, and Carmella and Faith would have had the pleasure of watching you two die before it was their turn."
"I suggested that arrangement, I'm ashamed to admit. But Faith pointed out that saving the best for last would be more pleasurable for you. And when Lynsay came up with her fantasy, we all knew he should be next-to-last. But really we all got our fantasy fulfilled."
"Hmmm??" asked Damien
"Faith always wanted to think of herself as the unwilling victim, fighting her fate to the last. Once you tied his paws, that left her free to struggle as if he really wanted to escape."
"I see... And Will was always the iron man, the 'I can take anything you dish out' type."
"Yes. And Lynsay wanted the elaborate ceremony of a formal execution."
"I... see... I'm going to grant the boon you requested, but I think that calls for a change of procedure: I'm going to hang you."
The fox stiffened, whimpered a few times, then yipped and whined as he spattered cum over his belly and thighs.
"What," asked Damien, "You have an objection?"
"Do I (pant) look like I'm (pant) objecting?" Lorna asked.
"No, not really." Damien looked the fox over. "Clean yourself off."
Lorna doubled over and licked himself clean.
"Follow me," Damien ordered.
Lorna stood up and padded after her master, out the door, across the grand assembly room, down a short hallway to a room he knew about but had never been privileged to see inside. It was a small room, less than 3 meters on a side, with a trapdoor in the center and a small column just to one side. Mirrors on all four walls, everywhere except the door. A short metal bar projected a few inches below the ceiling.
Lorna looked around and felt her breathing and heart speed up as his cock started to rise again. This was the room where he would hang by her neck, a noose strangling her to death, her mouth full of her master's cum — and it was perfect. No matter how he twisted in the noose, he would be able to see her master in a mirror, and her master would be able to watch her face as he hanged. The thought was bringing her dangerously close to cumming again; he started blocking out a drawing in her head, a nice, commercial ad with nothing overtly sexual about it. His breathing slowed down, but he still had an erection so hard it was nearly painful.
A gesture from Damien, and Lorna knelt gracefully on the trapdoor. Damien untied the rope from around his waist, and discarded his robe, standing naked in front of his slave. He held the noose open, and the fox bent forward to slip her head into it. Damien reached up and looped the rope over the metal bar, took the slack out, and tied it off. "Begin."
The fox clasped her master's cock between his paws, and started licking it. He started out with a teasing maneuver, short, quick flicks of her tongue along the underside. After perhaps half a minute, he changed to full licks along the length of it. In less than another minute, Damien was making low growling noises, but Lorna refused to be intimidated. This was her last chance to pleasure Damien, and the fox was going to make sure Master would remember her fondly for a long time.
Lorna changed tactics as Damien grew hard. He pursed her lips and slid them along one side of Master's penis, then the other, pleasuring him but not the rapid strokes needed to make Damien come. After a couple of minutes, he spoke, "Permission to stand?"
Damien looked slightly puzzled, but nodded, "Granted."
The fox stood up and began licking Damien's nipples. First the left one, then as the pleasure sounds started to decrease he moved to the right one. Then he started to suckle them, working on each one until Damien's moans peaked before changing to the other. He wrapped her paws around Damien and pulled their bodies together, rubbing his smooth belly fur against Damien's cock, keeping up a circular motion of her midsection while working her tongue over Damien's areolas.
Lorna kept this up until Damien was whining with pleasure-need, then stretched up on her tiptoes and pulled Damien down for a quick kiss — not as quick as he planned, as Damien held her and kissed her back hard, then gave his neck a couple of "I'm the dominant, so watch yourself" nips.
When Master released her, Lorna sank back to her knees, feeling the noose snug up around her neck again. He wrapped her mouth around Damien's cock and worked up a rhythm, but slowly at first. Lorna was determined to give Master as much pleasure as possible before the inevitable ending. He concentrated on technique — thinking about the purpose of this would have had him spurting on Damien's legs.
Lorna gradually sped up as Damien's growls indicated he needed more. Finally, the moment was there, and the fox wrapped both paws around her Master's cock and slid her lips and tongue rapidly up and down the first few inches, while her paws rotated it, producing a swirling effect of her tongue over Damien's sensitive tip.
A few seconds more, and Damien roared with pleasure. Lorna tasted a rush of Damien's cum. Yesterday he would have swallowed it, savoring the taste as it went down her throat. But today he had other needs, so he held it in her mouth.
The spurts of semen became smaller and more widely spaced, and at last Damien panted, "Get ready."
Lorna let go of her Master's cock, clasped her paws behind her back, and took one last slow breath, filling her nostrils with the scent of a contented —no, satiated — man.
Damien reached, pushed a button, and the floor disappeared beneath Lorna.
The fox fell a few inches, then the noose grabbed her neck like a steel vise. It was fiercely, deliciously painful. Lorna's hindpaws reached down, seeking leverage, a way to relieve the crushing pressure at her throat. He knew that there wasn't any and would never be any. He was hanging: Hanged by the neck until dead. But her feet kept trying anyway. But that was OK. His kicking was part of the show he was to put on for Master, and fighting the noose was part of the experience.
Damien watched as Lorna fell, then suddenly stopped at the end of the rope and began to spin and struggle. He felt a last few pulses of pleasure from his balls, and a few drops of cum dribbled onto the fox's muzzle, ears, and headfur.
After an eternity, Lorna became aware of two more sensations: a growing need for air in her chest, and an enormous need between her legs. The fox continued to struggle, her body writhing as he fought for air, her paws kicking in a desperate search for support.
Damien noticed that the fox did not try to loosen the noose; her paws remained firmly clasped behind her back as if tied there. Damien sank to her haunches with a sigh of pleasure. "Wow!"
Even as he struggled, Lorna watched her Master, directly or in the mirrors as he twisted slowly in the noose. He noticed Damien's reaction to her death struggles, an inch or so of red peeking out from Damien's sheath. But Master was nowhere near full erection — and the scent still filling Lorna's nose told her why.
Lorna's struggles gradually slowed as he weakened. His consciousness was reduced to four sensations: the crushing pain at her throat, her need for air, the taste of cum in her mouth, and her need to come. Gradually even the pain faded from her consciousness, and he forgot the fantasy of being hanged like a criminal, with her paws tied. Without conscious thought, her paws came around in front and clasped his fox-hood between them.
Lorna's paws slowly stroked his penis, then, driven by the pleasure response, faster. Up. (pause) Down. (pause) Up. (pause) Down. (pause) Up. Down. Up Down. and again and again, and then UpDownUpDownUpDownOhYesOhYesOhY....
Lorna's world went white with pleasure, and then faded out.
"Burial detail to the blue room. Full honors. Taxidermy to the gallows room."
Lorna's body would be stuffed and put on permanent display. There was no doubt that the fox had earned this honor. Damien's skin still tingled with pleasure, from mid-thigh all the way up to her ears, and it would continue to do so for the rest of the day.
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