Soon, Mother’s eyes started to become a little glassy and her movements a little more lethargic. It was almost time. I leaned on the counter with my elbows. “You had something you wanted to tell me?” I said. “Some exciting news, right?”
“Oh,” she said, trying to shake off the disorientation. “It is big. But it can wait.”
“Are you sure?” I said.
“Yes, dear,” she said. “Do you have the heat on?”
“No, Mother,” I said.
“I think I need some air,” she said. “And then we’ll talk.”
She tried to rise from her stool at the counter, but had to catch herself. She looked at me and her expression changed. Nothing seemed to make sense to her for a second, and then I saw it. She knew something was wrong. The shock took her legs out from under her.
It took us a few moments to get her back to her feet. It was pathetic. She was babbling and slurring, and I almost felt bad for her. We carefully led her down the stairs into the basement, and it wasn’t until we sat her in the chair in front of the computer monitors that she truly figured out what had happened.
I started playing the videos, starting with the very first encounter, and her eyes watched the screens in shock, at first, and then lust. It was not until the videos showed me willingly getting down on my hands and knees and letting Max mount me as I cooed and whimpered in ecstasy that her lust shriveled into horror.
“No,” Mother said. “How could you?”
“How could I, Mother?” I hissed, straddling her lap and drawing myself close enough that I could feel her rapidly beating heart against my own. “How could YOU?!”
I hadn’t expected to shout. I hadn’t been part of the plan, but here we were. My own mother, the most terrifying person I had ever known, now trembled in front of me. I grabbed her wrist and held it up. She tried to pull away, but I was younger and stronger, and her stupor gave me all the help I needed. Miriam fastened each of the leather cuffs to her wrists as I held them up in turn. Mother regarded them in disbelief, but was too stunned to say anything. It was only when Miriam fastened a collar around her neck that she found her voice.
“Please…” she said softly. “Please don’t do this.”
I stared into her eyes. “It’s too late, Mother,” I said. With that, I began unbuttoning her blouse from the bottom. When at last I undid the top button, I peeled it away. She had taken her attention off the videos to look at me, but they were still running. Straddling her as I was, I could only hear barks, growls, and moans of pleasure and pain. When I unclasped her bra, her attention went back to the videos—anything not to look her daughter in the eyes.
Mothers breasts were, like mine, firm and pale, but had a mother’s roundedness to them. I took one of her pink nipples between my fingers and squeezed. Her eyes met mine again.
“Look at me,” I said. Even when Miriam fastened the cuffs to her ankles, she kept her eyes on me. I nodded my head vaguely back toward the nonstop scenes of bestial depravity. “Why, Mother? Why would you do this to your own daughter? Why would you blackmail me like this?”
“It’s what our family’s always done,” she said, still slurring a little.
I looked at the dogs. “You mean you…?”
She shook her head. “No,” she said. “For me it was… something else.”
“Well,” I said, climbing off her lap, “it ends with us. Stand up.”
She tried to stand, but between the valium, fear, and despair, she wobbled. Miriam steadied her, but only to unzip the back of her skirt. When she finally stood in front of me in only a pair of plain white panties, she again refused to look at me.
“Take off your panties,” I said. Her eyes met mine again. She shook her head. “I can just cut them off,” I added. To help me emphasize the situation, Miriam clicked a leather leash onto one of the steel rings on her collar.
Hesitantly, Mother hooked her fingers under the thin cotton and peeled them down. When she stepped out of them, Miriam and I led her to the spot on the floor with the steel loops. She recognized it, of course, and her breath caught in her throat. But she had no time to react. Miriam tugged the leash firmly.
“Kneel,” she said, not unkindly.
Mother knelt, and for a moment I looked at her. I thought she would have been more panicked, but instead she seemed resigned. I had never known her to be anything other than commanding and overbearing, and the change was stark.
Miriam and I locked her hands and feet to the loops on the floor, and when she had had a moment to squirm, we locked her knees in place, just as we had mine. We had taken our time, and by the time Miriam looped the leash loosely through the steel bolt below Mother’s neck, the valium had worn off. The cold fire I recognized returned to Mother’s eyes, but it was tempered by old memories of submission.
“You’ve made your point, dear,” Mother said as Miriam and I placed the cameras around her in a wide circle. We even had a few left over, so we placed two of them underneath her and tied one to a bolt on the ceiling. No angle would go un-filmed. For us, it wasn’t so much that we were going to want the footage to drool over later. This was purely for Mother’s benefit.
When we were done, I knelt in front of her. “Don’t be shy,” I said. At that, Miriam fastened my own collar around my neck. Mother’s eyes changed. Now she knew. “This isn’t about revenge, Mother. This is about survival. Mine. Yours, if you like. And the family’s, if that sort of thing is more important to you than power or wealth.”
“You know it is,” she said raising up as much as she could.
“Do I?” I pulled the leash enough to put tension on the collar. “I guess we’re about to find out.”
A click from the keyboard, and the cameras activated.
Miriam rejoined me and began to shed her clothes. Mother looked at her with disgust, which was the wrong reaction. Miriam clicked her fingers.
“Max!” Miriam called.
“Wait!” Mother said in a sudden panic as she heard the tick-ticking of claws on the floor somewhere behind her.
Miriam began to pull my shirt over my head, and Mother’s attention cycled rapidly between us in front of her and the dog approaching from behind. Her body jerked when Max’s tongue made contact with her exposed pussy. Her face took on a blank defiant shape that I recognized from the videos of myself. That would change soon enough.
I ran my hands up Miriam’s smooth brown legs and up to her shapely butt. Mother refused to react until I leaned forward on my knees and kissed my girlfriend’s sex, at which point her eyes locked onto the nexus of our flesh. I licked the length of Miriam’s slit and turned briefly to Mother. “Want a taste?” I asked as innocently as I could sound.
Mother’s eyes focused straight ahead, but I began to hear little throaty grunts as Max’s tongue worked its magic. I began licking Miriam’s pussy in earnest now, her taste and scent sending waves of arousal radiating out from my belly. I began sucking and teasing her clit, and Miriam moaned.
Max took this as his signal, apparently, and when I heard the jingle of his collar and the grunt from Mother as he put his weight on her back, I turned my attention to watch, continuing to massage Miriam’s clit with my thumb.
“If I were you, I’d relax,” Miriam said. “Don’t tense up, or it’ll just hurt more.”
Mother tried to give her a sharp look, but was interrupted when Max’s cock thrust into her. She shrieked just as I had the first time. It was eerie how much she sounded like me in this regard.
“AAH! OWWWWW!” she hollered. “OW! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!”
Max, as always, gave her no time to adjust to his rapid fucking.
“G-g-get him off!” Mother begged, but I had pulled Miriam down to the floor with me, skinning off my pants in the process.
I laid Miriam down and dove back into her pussy, and soon enough her moans mingled with Mother’s staccato wails and the squelching sound of bestial sex. Max had become famous around the house for lasting a long time before knotting, and now he was demonstrating the extent of his endurance. His forepaws gripped mother by her hips, and each jackhammering thrust sent shockwaves through her flesh and, it seemed, her soul as well. Copious canine precum dripped from her pussy, and as Mother’s cries softened into whimpers, I suspected that some of the moisture was hers.
Suddenly, Mother’s eyes shot open, and she yelped. Max had stopped moving. They were tied. Miriam stroked my head and sat up. Reluctantly, I unglued my lips from her pussy.
“Wh-what’s happening?” Mother asked pitifully. It was just an act. There was no way Max had broken her so soon.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Mother,” I said kneeling on one side of her and running my fingers through her hair. “You know all about what’s going on. You’d have to. You got me this.” I indicated my collar. “This was for me, after all.”
Miriam knelt on the other side of her and stroked her fingers up from Mother’s breast to her chin, making the woman gasp almost silently. Mother clenched her eyes, but Miriam’s fingers directed her chin gently upward so they were eye to eye. “But just in case you somehow don’t know,” Miriam said, “he’s got his knot in you and the warmth you feel in your belly is his cum. Feels amazing doesn’t it?”
Mother forced her face away, but with each movement of her body and spasm of Max’s cock inside her, it was obvious she was beginning to feel overwhelmed by the pleasure. At first it was little grunts, and then soft groans, but after about ten minutes of being locked in love with the shepherd, gasps and moans came unselfconsciously. As much as I wanted to see Mother suffer for what she had done to me, I’m not a sadist at heart. The point of this was the video, or at least it had started out that way. Now, I wanted her to feel the way I felt. I needed her to experience what I had. I wanted her to break just as I had broken, with pleasure.
So, as Max’s knot ground up against her clit and g-spot, I began running my hands over her body, feeling soft womanly curves where, for a long time, I had suspected that there was only stone. Miriam started doing the same, and before long Mother had relaxed and her moans filled the basement.
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