The younger kitten had a frown on her face.  "Mom," she said, "What is a 'culling act?'"

The Cat smiled at her daughter and replied: "A cull means removing bad parts from a crop so that the healthy ones can grow better."

"Oh." The kitten pondered that for a few moments.  "Are we being culled?"

"Yes, dear.  There are far too many girls in the world and the law makers have decided to remove some."

"Oh."  And then: "Do we want to be culled, Mommy?"

"Well, it is better that we are than some others."

"Why?"

The older kitten made a snort of impatience, as if she were so much wiser than her sister.  "Because we have no daddy."

The door opened, and a canine woman in a fancy dress stepped into the room.  "It's time."

Mother stood up and began to push the kittens toward the door.  "Now remember, girls, just do what I tell you to do, and I will take care of everything."

The bitch led the three felines through a dark hall, behind some huge curtains, and then out into a brightly lit big space.  There were curtains around three sides of the space, and bright lights along the floor on the fourth side.  Beyond the lights, a large crowd was dimly visible in the darkness.  Mother led the kittens to three small tables near the center of the space.  She turned to the younger kitten and said: "take your shoes off, dear."

Obiently, the kitten kicked off her shoes.  When Mother began to untie the back of the kitten's dress the girl hesitated and clutched at the fabric.

"Mom?" she said hesitantly.

"It's alright.  Just go along with it."  

The kitten let her mother pull the pinafore up over her head, and left the kitten standing in the bright lights wearing only her low cut white panties and white socks.  The kitten had only had her monthly 'thing' three times so her tiny teats hardly showed at all.  But she knew that public nudity was a sexual thing, and her nipples were hard pink buttons poking through her fur.  She moved her hands, wondering if she should do anything with them.  Mother ended that thought, when she picked up the small piece of rope from the table, and pulled the kitten's hands behind her back to tie them. 

Mother turned to the older sister.  Sis had already kicked off her shoes, and was struggling with the buttons on the back of her frock.  With mother's help it only took a moment more, and then sis too was standing there wearing only panties and socks.  Mother carefully tied the teenager's hands in back.  Sis was old enough to have real teats, and pulling her arms back made them really stand out.  The younger kitten wanted to have full plump mounds of flesh like that when she grew up.

Mother kicked off her shoes as she unbuttoned her own skirt.  The young kitten could see that Mother's hands were trembling just a little.  The skirt sank to the floor, and Mother stepped out of it.  Then the feline took her sweater by the waist and pulled it up over her head.  Her long mane spilled around her as the sweater came away.  Mother pulled it off of her arms, and carelessly dropped it.  Mother seemed to pause for just a moment, before reaching up to unbutton her bra.  The kitten had heard that boys liked big teats; well, if that was true then the boys must like Mother's, because they were big and soft and seemed to sway with every movement of her body.  The kitten thought it would be really nice to have teats like that when she grew up.

Only - she wasn't going to grow up.  Not after today.  Not after being culled.

With a little coaxing, Mother helped the kitten to climb up onto the little table.  There was a rope dangling just in front of the kitten's face.  A rope with a loop tied in the end.  Mother pulled the loop back to the kitten's muzzle.  The kitten began to back away, as much as the little table would allow.

"Please, dear," said Mother, "we must do this."  

Hesitantly, the kitten leaned forward and bent her head.  Mother slipped the loop over the kitten's ears, and pulled it down around her neck.  With a deft motion she pulled the kitten's pony tail around to fall over the front of her left shoulder.  She then slipped the loop snug against the kitten's neck, with the knot resting on her right shoulder.

The kitten watched as Mother stepped over to Sis and helped the other kitten climb up onto the table.  There was a rope in front of Sis, too.  When Mother grasped the loop, sis leaned forward and bent her head.  Mother slipped the rope around the teenager's neck.  Sis had cut her hair short and it was not in the way.

"Is it -" the kitten murmured,  "- is it going to hurt?"

"Of course, it's going to hurt," replied Sis, somewhat scornfully.  "That's why all these people came to watch!"  The kitten noticed that the teenager had tears in her eyes.

"No, now, relax," said Mother as she stepped back next to the kitten.  "It will be -  I - I will be right here with you.  Alright?  Just do as I say.  Alright?"

"Y - yes, Mother."

"Do you remember I taught you how to have an orgasm?  Well, I'm going to give you an orgasm, now."

"Here?" and the kitten's eyes glanced nervously at the audience.

"Just relax, I will take care of it," insisted Mother.  Her hands brushed over the kitten's cheeks, softly.  Then stroked the kitten's neck.  "Close your eyes if that will help."  The kitten closed her eyes, and fingers brushed over her nipples.  It felt good.  "When you're starting to orgasm, just step off.  Alright?"  The hands gently massaged the kitten's tiny teats, and stroked over and around the nipples.  "When you start to orgasm, tell me, and then step off."  The hands glided down over her sides, her tummy, her hips.  They brushed against her soft white cotton panties.  The good feeling settled into the kitten's belly, low behind her secret place.  Mother's hands slid over the kitten's tender butt cheeks.  Her tail twitched and waved in response.  Finally the stroking fingers slid between the kitten's legs, and began to rub her lower lips.  She purred, and spread her legs a little.  Mother used the fabric of the panties to rub vigorously, building that good feeling quickly.  The kitten began to breath hard and fast; she felt her body squirm and felt her hands pull at the rope around her wrists.  Mother could sense how close the kitten was, so her finger slid to the front of the kitten's love slit, seeking that special button in its protective hood.  When mother found it, the kitten's purr turned into a groan.  The special feeling was very strong now, her climax very close.  Mother rubbed the clitoris gently at first, but soon gentle became firm, then hard.  The special feeling filled the little kitten, boiling up out of her hips to fill her body.  It began to flood her mind with the thrill and flamed up till -

"M - Mother -  It - it's happening!  It - I - I'm starting to - "

The orgasm was an explosion that burst out of her.  Filling the whole world with that single incredible sense of intense pleasure.  Waves of ecstasy that seemed to flare through her and around her, enough to light the world on fire.  Barely remembering Mothers instructions, she took two quick steps forward.

But there was no table under the second step.

The after shock of her orgasm rolled over her and her body shuddered a little.  She tried to take a deep breath, but her breath caught.  No air.  There was a strange choking pressure against the back of her jaw.  The rope.  The noose around her neck.  She was hanging.  She was actually hanging.

It was weird.  It hurt; not like being hit or cut or something.  But the choking sensation was pretty bad.  She opened her eyes.  The room was slowly spinning around her.  The knot was tight against her spine, and that was forcing her head forward a little.  She could see down past her nipples and toes to the floor, which seemed very far away.  When the spin turned toward Sis, she could see that Mother was playing with Sis.  Mother was helping Sis have an orgasm too.

She didn't like being choked.  She wanted to reach up  to her neck, but hers arms jerked uselessly against the unyielding rope around her wrists.  She wanted to get away, but her legs kicked out and found nothing there.  She wanted to ease the pressure, but her twisting body and lashing tail only made the spinning room jump a little.

She was hanging by the neck.  She was being culled.  She was going to die.

She could feel a throbbing in her temple.  There was a strange buzzing in her ears.  Her ears and tongue were tingling oddly.  Tears welling from her eyes were clouding her vision, and running down the sides of her muzzle.  It hurt!  It hurt terribly to hang and choke.  But all she could do was dangle there, limp, gently swinging on the end of the rope.

The spinning slowly settled down so that she could see Mom and Sis.  Blinking helped clear her view a little.  Sis was moaning out loud as her orgasm neared.  Sis and the little kitten had practiced having orgasms with each other, and the kitten could see that Sis was very close.  Good; that was good.  Sis needed to have her orgasm so she could hang, too.

The little kitten felt relaxed and sleepy.  She became only distantly aware of the rope around her wrists, her hands brushing against her butt, her tail swaying against her legs.  Her vision was cloudy and grey around the edges.  Only the crushing pressure around her neck was important.  She could still see Mom and Sis.  It was nice to know they were with her.

As expected, Sis began to jerk her hips as her orgasm hit her.  Then she arched her back, as her muscles locked up, and she threw her head back to yowl at the ceiling.  Suddenly, the teenager  leaped forward off of the table.  The rope around Sis's neck yanked up tight and her legs snapped out.  A faint croaking noise escaped Sis's muzzle; perhaps she had tried to cry out, but the sound could get past the rope around her neck.

For a moment, Sis stayed rigid, as if she were still experiencing her orgasm.  But after a moment, the teen began to jerk and heave.  Her shoulders swayed and her hips rocked; her legs kicked out in all directions.  Her tail thrashed wildly behind her, and her hair flew about her head.  The younger girl had glimpses of the panties pressed into the teens lower lips, as her kicking exposed them, and the girl could see her sister's panties were damp from her climax.  The teen's eyes were clamped shut and tears ran down her muzzle.  Her lips were peeled back from her grit teeth in a grimace of pain.  The rope around her neck was sunk so deeply into fur and flesh that the younger kitten could only get glimpses of it.  The teen's legs dropped limply; but she continued to spasm in the hips and shoulders, causing her body to sway on the rope, and the rope to swing back and forth.  She pulled on the unyeilding rope that bound her hands behind her back.  Her tail continued to twitch.  She seemed to spasm a few times.  And finally, the struggling stilled.

Meanwhile, Mom had climbed up onto the third table.  Her hands seemed to shake as she gripped the lethal noose, pulled it back over her muzzle, and bent her head to place the knot against her spine.  She reached around and gripped the knot and rope to pull the loop closed about her neck.  She stepped to the edge of the table, with her feet as far apart as possible on the small surface.  Mom turned to look at her two daughters.  The two daughters she had hanged. - culled. - killed.  Her grief was obvious.  With a sob she closed her eyes against the awful sight, and turned her face away.

Mom tried to play with herself.  Her hands rubbed between her legs for a few moments.  But the little girl could see, even through her fading eyesight, that Mom was getting frustrated, not excited.  With a loud groan, Mom stopped trying.  Then, suddenly, she leaped up in the air.  When Mom fell into the grip of the rope around her neck, the little kitten thought she heard a pop, rather like the sound of breaking a stick.  Mom shuddered briefly, then dangled limply.

As she fell asleep, the little girl thought she heard applause.