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Theme and Variations

Different variations on a common theme. Actually, I'm interspersing three different themes:

1. "Hanging Day": A prison. They do hangings on Wednesday. It's very efficient: the condemned prisoners are put in a line with nooses around their necks. The nooses are attached to an overhead beam. There's an opening onto an atrium; as each prisoner reaches the edge, she is pushed off (or steps off on her own) and hangs. A few seconds later, the next prisoner, and... They can "take care of" 60 prisoners an hour.

2. A different kind of serial execution: each condemned is suppose to execute the one in front of him/her. A guard will finish off the last one in line. It's less "efficient" than the "Hanging Day" executions: each prisoner has to finish off the one before her, so the interval between executions is 5-20 minutes, compared to less than a minute for "Hanging Day".

3. The "Gallows" attraction at the Dolcettland theme park. As with all Dolcettland attractions, you usually get a choice of several different risk levels:

• Green: no risk
• Yellow: 1% chance of death
• Orange: 10% chance
• Red: certain death

Hanging Day Variations: #1

Sheila's cell door opened. She stood and stripped naked. The guard -- a tall mongoose -- tied her hands and led her to join the line.

Seconds later she heard the beam groan as it took somebody's weight. Three steps forward. Another groan, more steps. Fifteen minutes later, she reached the edge. A tiger wearing a black hood slipped the noose around her neck.

"Just step off when you're ready."

Sheila paused to steady her nerves. She took a deep breath, then another. She put her foot out, hesitated, then shifted her weight forward. The hamster fell a few feet and felt the noose jerk shut. She was strangling. Kicking. The noose was painfully tight.

Then she felt an itching need between her legs. She struggled for air... the need grew stronger...she rubbed her thighs together... the need crested into unbearable pleasure, then slowly faded away, leaving her with the need for air. That feeling of suffocation, getting worse, then receding... another orgasm, then....

Do Your Predecessor Variations: #1

There was a guinea pig in the chair when Edith walked in. She strapped his arms and legs to the chair.

"Would you like..." the dik-dik asked.

"Please," he answered.

Edith turned the wheel until she heard his breath rasp, then knelt down and took him in her mouth.

Soon he was pleading, "More... please...? Please more..."

Edith stood up. She gave the wheel three more turns. He writhed in the chair, even the wheeze of his breathing silenced. She knelt again and resumed sucking, faster now. A few minutes... the dik-dik swallowed and looked up. The guinea pig's head lolled. Edith waited.

The light turned green. Edith undid the straps, dumped the body out and over the edge for the butchers. She sat down, put the cord around her neck, and waited.

Dolcettland Variations: #1

"Bo-ring," Lois said as the two margays walked down the exit stairs from the Gallows.

"Of course it's boring. You gotta take some risk, girl. Next time, forget that green ticket and go for yellow. That 1% chance will make it a lot more exciting."

"But Ruth... you could die."

"Sure, but the risk is what makes it fun."

"And if you get hanged?"

"I plan to enjoy every moment of it, and cum really hard just before I die. C'mon, let's go to the shooting gallery, you'll enjoy that. Then a quick snack and we'll come back to try both our luck again."

"Oh..." Lois hesitated, thinking about the danger. She realized she was getting wet. That decided her. "Okay."

Lois would buy a yellow ticket when they came back to the gallows "ride".

Hanging Day Variations: #2

The cell door opened and a marten walked in. "Strip."

The beaver took off her jumpsuit, and panties. She wasn't wearing a bra.

"Hands."

Carol turned around, crossing her wrists behind her. The guard tied them tightly.

The beaver eyed the line shuffling slowly by outside. "How long...?"

"You'll be hanged in less than an hour."

At least it'll be over with. The guard put the noose around her neck. She shuffled forward, a few steps at a time.

Carol turned one corner, then another, then a third. A few seconds later she saw a rope ahead suddenly snap taut and start swaying. Soon she would expiate her crime with a broken neck at the end of a rope. She hoped it would be quick.

Do Your Predecessor Variations: #2

The naked squirrel on the tiltboard turned her head and smiled. "I'm ready."

"Good." The hartebeest strapped her down, reached between her legs, and fingered her. When her moans changed into yips, he pushed her head down with his other hand.

Charissa held her breath as long as she could, but less than a minute passed before found the need for air overwhelming. She panicked and wriggled, trying to escape. but the hartebeest held her face under water. Her legs stretched out as the sensation in her pussy became more urgent than her need for air. Charissa's mouth opened and a burst of bubbles came out. Seconds later, she stopped fighting him. Her legs relaxed....

Charissa's feet jerked, and again. The light turned green a few seconds later.

Garry unstrapped the squirrel's body and rolled her onto the floor. Then he lay down on the board and waited his turn, his dick already starting to get hard.

Dolcettland Variations: #2

"Two yellow, please."

Tansy took them, handing one to Cass. Only three furs ahead of them in line; five minutes later they were climbing the steps to the gallows.

Tansy went up first. The attendant tied her hands and slipped a noose around her neck. Then 30 long seconds. No clock visible, just the waiting...

15 seconds later it was Cass's turn. The rat-girl stepped onto the trapdoor a little nervously, but didn't protest as the noose was put around her neck.

The vixen turned to look at her lover. Only 15 seconds left to wonder whether the trapdoor would open and she would hang, strangling, until she died. The thrill between her legs was almost unbearable.

Then they were taking the noose off, untying her hands. The vixen watched Cass eagerly. 15 more seconds, then they were removing the rat-girl's noose and untying her hands.

Both girls had survived. Until next time. And there would be a next time, they were sure.

Hanging Day Variations: #3

Scarlett turned the last corner. Ahead, she saw the rope grow taut, then vibrate as the guanaco dangling from it struggled for air. Just a few minutes and that'll be me.

Three steps forward. She had a better view now, and watched as an ocelot-girl was pushed off. Again the vibrating rope. The tingling need between her legs grew unbearable. I wonder if this is what "blue balls" feels like for the men. Another rope vibrated. Three more steps.

Scarlett watched as the executioner tied the sambar-doe's hands and slipped a noose around her neck.

My turn next! The coyote clasped her hands tightly behind her, resisting the urge to finger herself. It was forbidden: they would longdrop her and deprive her of that last orgasm. Just a few seconds more...

Do Your Predecessor Variations: #3

"Want some help?" Vivian asked.

"Yes. Please..."

Vivian strapped the wallaby into the chair, knelt, and started licking. The femme started panting, moaning, then screamed her pleasure.

Vivian stood, wrapped her hands around the girl's neck, and squeezed. The wallaby sat quietly for almost a minute, then started struggling, trying to get free. Vivian held on.

The femme's struggles changed. She was bouncing up and down on the chair's built-in dildo. Then she froze, held the position, and sat back in the chair, struggling weakly. Another minute and she went limp... more minutes...

The green light came on. Viv dumped the body out and sat down, centering herself on the dildo. Just a few seconds. Another prisoner will come in and it will be my turn. Don't think I'll need any "help," though.

Dolcettland Variations: #3

"Again?" Prudence asked. "Another orange ticket?"

"Yes," the squirrel answered, "And again, until I get hanged."

The dormouse gasped in shock. "I never thought of you as suicidal. And...if you want to die that much, why not just get a red ticket and be done with it?"

"Silly Pru. That's the thrill. I never know if this is the time. Just that it'll happen sometime. My panties get soaked every time!"

"Then I'll keep going back with you. But only yellow tickets for me."

"That's so sweet. Okay, if you get hanged I'll upgrade to a red ticket and go with you, okay?"

"I love you so much, Heidi!"

"And I love you. You know that. Just that I need this more."

"I understand," Prudence answered, and kissed the squirrel. "I'll miss you, but I can't ask you to deny yourself this thrill."

The two femmes held the kiss until the kudu behind them cleared his throat. "Get a room." They turned and grinned at him.

Hanging Day Variations: #4

Wanako watched the sow step off the edge of the floor and begin her final struggle. The wombat stepped forward. She needed to cum, needed it so much...

"Want help?" the hangman asked.

"Yes."

The rhino reached between Wanako's legs and fingered her clit for about a minute, until she was almost ready to cum.

"Okay. Step off when you're ready."

"No way. This is an execution, not a suicide."

"O...kay."

Almost there...

A hand on her ass, a firm shove, and the wombat was falling. The noose clamped shut. So tight. Wanako couldn't breathe. She kicked, struggling, her feet searching for support, but there was none. She would never feel solid ground under her feet again. She kicked, struggling. Then her cunt exploded. YES!!!

Combining Two Themes: Hanging Day and Do Your Predecessor #1

It felt like hours, but the clock said less than twenty minutes since Aubrey had stepped out of her cell, slipped a noose around her neck, and joined this line.

Almost there. The zebra's whole body tingled in anticipation.

The jaguarundi in front of her ("My name's Jonie") stepped up to the edge. The bat-girl grabbed a rope from the open cabinet and tied the jaguarundi's hands, then pushed her off and watched her fall and start struggling. Kicking wildly, hands straining to break the rope. And then her hips bucking wildly in her last orgasm.

As soon as the Jaguarundi stopped struggling, it would be Aubrey's turn. She stepped forward to the edge and waited.

Do Your Predecessor Variations: #4

[This one has elements of "Hanging Day," but lacks the terrible efficiency of that theme.]

The 6'0" tanuki crossed his hands behind him. Marisa tied them and slipped the noose over his head. She knelt and mouthed him until she tasted his precum, then pushed the red button.

A humming noise and he was lifted into the air. He kicked, struggled, and spurted onto the floor. Marisa waited few minutes. Another humming noise and the tanuki's body was lowered to the floor.

The panda-girl removed the noose and rolled the body into the corner with the others. She turned to face the door.

A peccary entered. Marissa turned, crossed her hands behind her, and stood quietly while he tied them and put the noose on her.

Dolcettland Variations: #4

Alternate endings

Ending 1

The dormouse stood on the trapdoor, her hands tied, a noose around her neck. Thirty seconds of peril...

Heidi followed, getting the next spot, and turned to look at Pru. A few seconds passed... Thwack! Prudence was strangling, kicking...

"Upgrade me to red -- and hurry!"

"Sure." The attendant changed the tag on Heidi's blouse...and...Thwack! She too was falling, dangling, the noose squeezing her neck unmercifully. The dormouse watched Pru's dance even as her own struggles began.

Heidi strangling, saw Pru looking back, sharing their final dance. The hot spot between her legs getting hotter.

Heidi saw when the dormouse came; and when she lost consciousness. So hot...

And then the squirrel's body took on that extra limpness of death.

Me too...soon... The orgasm hit Heidi like a freight train. _...Yes! Yes!! YES!!! _ The dormouse was still cumming, unendurable pleasure, when everything faded away.

Ending 2

Thwack!

Pru saw the trapdoor open, saw Heidi fall, stop, struggle.So exciting! She had to take a chance...

"Quick! Upgrade me to orange!"

The attendant changed her tag.

A few seconds later, Pru felt the jerk as the noose clamped down on her neck. She hung still, staring avidly at the squirrel's dance, then started kicking, her own dance. She didn't see Heidi's orgasm, exactly: she felt it, a shock of pleasure, better than a stiff, hot tongue on her clit. And she felt Heidi die -- a bolt that ran from her nipples down to her clit, clamping down her cunny, then flowed like an electric current up to her neck where the noose caressed her. Her skin tingled all over from the pleasure. She was so close to cumming... close to dying... she wasn't sure which would win...

Then came her own last orgasm, and then...nothing.

Ending 3

Pru watched as Heidi was tied and noosed. Fifteen seconds, while Pru took her own place on the gallows, then Thwack! and the squirrel, her own sexy beautiful squirrel was trying to run on thin air.

Pru motioned an attendant over for an upgrade to orange. She had to watch Heidi's struggles; every kick hit her like the thrust of a strap-on in her rear entrance. But it was in vain. One minute, then the noose came off and her hands were untied. Pru paused at the top of the exit stairs to watch the squirrel's last struggles, her final orgasm. When Heidi died, the dormouse came... so hard she thought she would collapse and die right there at the top of the stairs.

Heidi, my love. I'll come back on your death day next year and take an orange ticket. And every year after, until my luck runs out too.

Still enjoying the afterglow, Pru went on to another ride.

Hanging Day Variations: #5

Fleur's cell door opened and a guard tromped in. "Strip," the peccary said.

Fleur stood up and started removing her clothes.

"You know, I've been waiting here almost a year."

"Blame your lawyer. He appealed all the way to the Supreme Court."

"Damn him! I know the appeal is mandatory, but he didn't have to work so hard at it." 'Only a pro-forma appeal,' I told him.

"Well, your wait is almost over. You have less than an hour to live."

The pica doe finished stripping, turned around, and crossed her wrists behind her. The peccary handcuffed them.

"Let's go then," she said. The guard put her in line and slipped the noose around her neck.

Fleur imagined it. The executioner -- almost certainly a canid or a big cat -- pushing her off. The noose strangling her. Kicking, struggling...dying.

And maybe then I can forgive myself, she thought.

Do Your Predecessor Variations: #5

There was a naked kinkajou in the chair. Dark blond headfur, good looking. Rona read the posted instructions carefully, then fastened the straps. The hyrax-girl fondled him until his pre-cum made the head slippery. She glanced at the chart, grabbed the kinkajou's head. She gave it a quick twist and shoved the chin upward. Crack! He collapsed bonelessly in the chair, spurting cum.

Rona tossed the body over the edge and sat down. But I'm last in line. Who will execute me? she wondered.

Her question was answered when a guard came in the door, strapped her down, and started fingering her.

Combining Two Themes #2

Ky stood, hands behind her, toes just over the edge. A black bear walked up behind her. "Hi, I'm Yumi."

"Ky," the hartebeest answered.

Yumi tied Ky's hands.

"Ready?"

Ky took a deep breath. "Ummm.... guess so."

The bear put a hand in the small of Ky's back and shoved. Ky stumbled, fell, and stopped suddenly as the noose snapped shut. She was strangling! The noose was crushing her neck, and she couldn't breathe.

She kicked. Her feet moved as if pedaling a bicycle. But the burning in her crotch got stronger. She needed to breathe. She needed... needed...

She knew what she needed. She started rubbing her thighs together. She was nearly there, everything was getting foggy, then IT HAPPENED. The pleasure was overwhelming... but she still couldn't get any air... it was so good...so...

The bear put her toes over the edge.

Dolcettland Variations: #5

"Yellow, please," Francis said.

The steenbok tied her hands. A paca pinned a tag to her blouse and led her up the steps. He had the noose around her neck before she thought to look down and saw... a red tag.

"Hey!" the weaslette protested.

"Our facial recognition software spotted you, Ms. Church. You're wanted in three States. You're here, so we get the pleasure of executing you."

"Oh." Francis realized her subconscious must have known when she felt the sudden desire for a day at Dolcettland.

The paca pulled the weasel's clothing off, leaving her naked on the trapdoor.

"Oh... touch me first?"

"Sure." The paca reached between her legs and fingered her for about a minute. Then Thwack! Francis was strangling, kicking... and cumming like there was no tomorrow. For me, there isn't.

Combining Two Themes: Hanging Day and Do Your Predecessor #3

"Hollie," the rabbit introduced herself.

"Russell"

Hollie plastered herself against the guanaco, french-kissing him. He cooperated. Soon she felt him harden against her.

She let go and stepped back. Russell turned around, his wrists crossed. She handcuffed him, turned him around to face the edge, and reached around to fondle him. His moans cued her what spots gave him the most pleasure. After a couple of minutes, he groaned loudly. "I'm ready."

Holly licked a finger, slipped it under his tail, and rotated it slightly, pressing against his prostate. Then she pushed him off.

Holly watched him kick and spin in the noose. She looked around. There was nobody behind her. After watching him, guess I don't need any help...

The doe-rabbit grabbed another pair of handcuffs from the table, clicked one closed around her right wrist. Hands behind her back, the other one went around her left. She stepped forward, watched until the guanaco spurted his semen. Then she bent her knees and jumped.

The noose took her weight and squeezed tight around her neck. The doe tried to hold still, but her body started kicking regardless of her wishes. A burning desire between her legs... It's as good as they promised!