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She ends up joining, gets to watch a few drownings, and...", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Rachel goes to her gym to swim a few laps, but finds the pool is being used by an execution club. She ends up joining, gets to watch a few drownings, and...", "writing": "It was only 7:15, but there were already two femmes and a male heading for the locker room.\n\nA skunk walked up to the counter and scanned her membership card.\n\n\"The pool is being used by an execution club this morning,\" the receptionist told her. \"Is that what you came for?\" she asked.\n\nRachel chuckled and shrugged. No, I?m not keen on dying this fine morning. \"I just want to swim a few laps before I go to work. Guess I?ll impress the boss by showing up early.\"\n\n\"The pool will be open to the public after noon. We did post an announcement on our X-feed.\" The receptionist paused, then added, ``I?m sorry.\"\n\nRachel turned to leave, but the receptionist touched her hand. \"They don?t use the whole pool,\" she said, \"just the part near the diving boards. Maybe if you ask they?ll let you swim.\"\n\nRachel thought a moment. Thirty-six years old and I've seen -- what? -- six executions. My parents didn?t approve of the death penalty, but I watched some after I got a job and moved into my own place. Four hangings and one beheading. The beheading was over way too fast, but the hangings were... interesting. Especially the one male who was short-dropped. He kicked real good. And spurted so much. Wow! No drownings, though. The thought was exciting. She went to the locker room to change, grabbing a towel on her way out.\n\nWhen Rachel came out, she saw over three dozen femmes and almost a dozen males by the diving boards, all naked. Rachel was very curious to see the execution, but also afraid that she would be kicked out if she was seen gawking, so she just jumped into the other end and started swimming laps. She managed to sneak a peek at each turnaround. She got some odd looks but nobody bothered her. The potential (victims? condemned? executies?) were joking around. A few males were wearing shirts that showed a face with bubbles coming out the mouth. Some members took turns diving off the board, but no one seemed in a hurry to die yet. Two of the males had bulges visible under their speedos, but there was no actual sex, nobody even making out. Rachel feared she would have to leave before the main event, but furs kept arriving and nobody paid any attention to her.\n\nAfter about ten minutes a svelte tigress in a business suit walked into the pool area carrying a metal drum with a crank handle and a little door. Everybody except Rachel gathered around. The tigress set the drum on a little table with a stack of 3x5 cards and a few pens next to it. People came over, wrote on them, folded them in half and put them into the drum. When they were all done, the svelte woman closed the door.. Then she pointed at one of the males, a genet. \"Nick, would you start us off?\"\n\nHe spun the drum around a few times, then opened the door, reached in, pulled out a card, and read it. \"Harriett.\"\n\n====\n\nA blonde mongoose, maybe 20 or 21, stood up. \n\nThe tigress said one word: \"Bathroom.\"\n\nHarriett nodded and went off. She came back naked a few minutes later. She walked over to a rack of weights and chose a twenty-pound kettlebell, then walked over to a table of bondage stuff and picked up a chain, a padlock, and a pair of handcuffs.\n\nOne of the guards, a tall lion with purple headfur, reached between the mongoose's legs and fingered her clit as she stepped onto the board, getting a quiet moan from her. \n\n\"That's not enough weight to keep you from surfacing,\" a blond serval said.\n\n\"True. I figure I can jump up from the bottom and get my head above water - at first. But I'll get tired after a few times and then it'll just be me and the water with the usual result.\"\n\n\"We'll see. Anyway, it's your neck... err... lungs.\"\n\nThe mongoose sat down at the end of the board. She wrapped the chain twice around her waist, put it through the weight's handle, then pulled it tight and locked it. She stood up and cuffed her hands in front. She reached down between her legs and fingered her clit.\n\n\"Yeah, that works.\" She paused, then asked, \"Somebody count down from ten for me?\"\n\n\"Sure, the serval said. Ten... nine...\"\n\nHarriett took a deep breath with each number, then exhaled during the pause.\n\n... three... two... one... go!\"\n\nShe took one last breath, then gave a small jump off the end of the board and fell straight down to the bottom. She stayed there, rubbing herself, for what seemed to Rachel like forever but was probably only twenty seconds; There was a chain of bubbles, then she bent her knees and jumped. Her head popped up and she gasped in some air.\n\nAfter several repeats, Rachel turned to the koala next to her. \"I don't think that's going to work.\"\n\n\"Oh, she'll get tired eventually, but I'm guessing she'll find a way to hurry things up.\"\n\nHarriett popped up several more times, then yelled, \"Help! Somebody...\" and sank to the bottom again.\n\n\"Does she really expect help in a predicament she deliberately got herself into?\" Rachel asked the male.\n\n\"I suspect she wants a different kind of help.\"\n\nHarriett popped up again. \"Somebody...\" and down she went.\n\nAnd up again. \"Push me down...\"\n\nAnother jump. \"Please...\"\n\nA billy goat with dark brown eyes and platinum blond headfur -- jumped in and swam to meet Harriett.\n\nHarriett looked desperate. \"Yeah, do it!\" \n\nThe goat grabbed Harriett's head and pushed it down. Harriett seemed to calm down for a few seconds, then started thrashing, her legs jackknifing as she tried to get her head above water again. Then she let herself sink to the bottom, and a few seconds later jumped up to the surface again. But this time the goat was waiting and pushed Harriett's face down into the water, too quickly for her to get any air.\n\nHarriett sank back down to the bottom and immediately jumped again, trying to go off at an angle, but could only manage a couple of degrees of slant. And the goat was still there and stopped her before her face came out of the water.\n\nAfter a while, Harriett let go a few bubbles, then a huge burst of them.\n\nHer frantic thrashing slowed down after another minute, then, after what seemed like forever, stopped. She sank slowly to the bottom and lay there, not moving.\n\nOne of the males counted slowly to a hundred. Then he and another male in Speedos with that face and bubbles symbol on their shirts dove in. They pulled Harriett's body out of the water and carried her limp body to an empty chaise longue and returned to their seats.\n\n====\n\nRachel glanced at the wall clock. Half an hour to the start of her workday. If I get out now, I can change and get to work with a few minutes to spare. Then again, I'm an \"exempt\" employee. If I get there late I'll just make it up by working later. And this is so hot...\n\nShe was still dithering when the tigress in the business suit walked over to the side of the pool, next to her. The look on her face... this could be trouble. The tigress waited for Rachel to reach the rope that separated her lane from the executions area, then held up a paw in the \"stop\" gesture.\n\nRachel grabbed the side of the pool and looked up at her. \"Yes, Ms...?\"\n\n\"Young woman, what do you think you are doing?\"\n\n\"Umm... swimming. I come here twice a week and do a half-hour of laps to keep in shape.\"\n\n\"Weren't you told that the pool is reserved for our execution club?\"\n\n\"The receptionist said that I might be allowed to use the pool if I didn't interfere. There was nobody to ask, so I started swimming.\"\n\n\"Get out of the pool and dry off while I sort this out.\" She beckoned one of the guards and said something Rachel didn't hear. The guard headed off toward the front of the club. \n\nWhen Rachel had dried off (mostly), the tigress turned back to her. \"How old are you?\"\n\n\"Thirty-six.\"\n\n\"Well, you're of age, and since you've watched one of our executions, you have to be part of the club: you'll have to risk your life like the rest of us.\"\n\n\"Wait!! What??? I didn't sign up for any club.\"\n\nThe tigress just looked at Rachel. It seemed like forever. Then the stranger's face softened a little. \"Well, I guess you were accidentally misled. We'll cut you a little slack. You'll have to take a little risk, but not as much as the full members. What's your name?\" \n\n\"Rachel Adams.\"\n\n\"Myrtle Upton. I'm the club President.\" She handed Rachel a 3x5 card and a pen. \"Write your first name on this, then fold it in half and drop it into that drum next to the low diving board.\"\n\n\"But...\"\n\n\"It's only for one draw. If I stuck to the rules, you'd have to take a 10% chance of living or dying like the rest of us. But for one draw, it's only one chance in...\" She looked around and counted heads. \"Fifty.\"\n\nRachel gulped, thought about it for a few seconds, then wrote her name on the card. She walked up to the diving end, and one of the femmes opened the drum's little door. Rachel folded the card like the others, then dropped it in.\n\n====\n\nThe tigress came up behind Rachel. \"You're now a temporary member, so go ahead, spin the drum, open the door, then close your eyes and pull out a card.\"\n\nRachel gave the crank five quick turns, then opened the door. She closed her eyes, reached in pulled out a card. She opened her eyes: \"Piers.\"\n\nA shortish coyote male with black hair in a Mohawk stood up. \"I'm ready.\"\n\n\"Just a second,\" Myrtle said, turning to Rachel again. \"You now have a choice: get dressed and leave right now. Or become a full member and take your chances with everybody else.\" \n\nRachel thought about it. One chance in ten of getting drowned. Today. Against getting to watch... probably... four more deaths. It sounded exciting. \"I...\" She gulped, then managed a weak smile. \"I'll join.\"\n\nShe ran to the locker room, took off her Speedo and put it in her locker. Closed the door and ran back to the pool, arriving only slightly out of breath. \"I'm ready.\"\n\nMyrtle handed Rachel a form. Rache read it quickly, then signed it and handed it back.\n\nWhile Rachel was gone, somebody had put a short chain with a 40 pound kettle bell around Piers's neck and locked it with a sturdy-looking padlock. Piers climbed onto the diving board, his hard-on plainly visible. An otter-femme followed him. He walked to the end, put his toes over the edge, then stopped, breathing fast and deep. Then he turned his head. \"Count to three, then give me a push.\"\n\nThe otter counted. Piers took one more deep breath when she got to three. She put her hands on his shoulder blades and shoved. Piers stumbled off the end of the board and sank straight to the bottom.\n\nRachel looked down. Piers was rubbing himself, slowly. Then faster. A single bubble came from his mouth. Then another. Then a few more. He rubbed frantically, his cheeks puffed out and his lips tightly together. Then a whole bunch of bubbles, a pause, and then the last pitiful few.\n\nPiers's face contorted as his lungs filled with water. His hand was a blur moving up and down his cock at an unbelievable speed. He tensed, thrust his hips forward, and a little white blob came out of his tip. Then several more. His chest moved, but there were no more bubbles. Then his hand slowed down and stopped.\n\nPiers's face gradually relaxed, then his body. He just lay there, not moving. After another five minutes two other males with the logo pulled his body out of the water and laid him out on another chaise longue, next to the previous two executies.\n\n ====\n\nA couple of the gym staff came in, wheeling carts with snacks: cheese, crackers, veggies, and pastries. Also urns of tea and coffee. People sat around nibbling stuff. Then Myrtle stood up.\n\n\"Time for our next execution.\" She looked at a 6 foot tall gopher. \"Rosemary, would you do the honors?\"\n\n\"Yes, Madam President.\" Rosemary gave the drum a few turns, then reached in, pulled out a card, and read it. \"Susan.\"\n\nA vole with bi-color hair, green and purple, maybe 20 or 21, stood up and turned to one of the five remaining males. \"You know what I want, Glenn.\"\n\n\"Sure thing, Sue.\" The dormouse picked up a length of smooth rope and followed her onto the diving board. He pulled her hands behind her and tied her wrists together, Then he ran the rope between her legs, pulled it up tight between her labia, ran it twice around her waist and tied the end back to her wrists. Susan tugged on it a few times. \"Perfect.\"\n\nThe vole walked to the end of the board. \"Give me a couple of minutes.\" She tugged on the rope again and again, slowly at first, then faster and faster. She gave a little sigh and said, \"I'm ready.\"\n\nHe goosed her, hard. She yipped, then stepped off the board and splashed into the pool. She thrashed around much like Harriett, but with less effect. In a few seconds her head was under the water.\n\nShe struggled, pulling on the rope again and again and again, harder each time. Her expression changed from determined, to panicky, to a kind of dreamy smile. There was no gradual loss of breath: she lost control all at once, her air coming to the surface in a huge burst of bubbles. Her face contorted in pain, then she thrashed around, pulling hard, trying desperately to free her hands. And the thrashing gradually stopped. She stood on the pool bottom, unmoving except for her hands tugging again and again on the rope. Then she jerked her hands upward and held them there with an expression of unendurable pleasure on her face. She stayed like that for nearly a minute, then went back to struggling, but weakly. Then even that stopped, and she drifted limp in the water.\n\nAnd Rachel realized that she was almost as excited as Susan had been. Watching the vole struggle, then fall into pleasure, then just stop... Rachel realized she was wet down there. She felt ready for anything, even if her name were to come up next.\n\n====\n\nMyrtle stood up and pointed to a petite Japanese mouse-girl. She came over, spun the drum and pulled out a card. \"Camille.\"\n\nThere was no answer for a moment. Then a nondescript ferret-femme nudged the giraffe next to her.\n\n\"Oh. Me? Sorry, I was daydreaming.\" \n\n\"About what?\" one of the other femmes asked.\n\n\"A noose. I mean, the water is okay, but if I had my druthers I'd rather hang.\" She paused, then reached under the bench and pulled out a long rope with one end tied in a hangman's noose, and a fixed loop in the other. \"Like this.\"\n\nMyrtle looked surprised, then smiled. \"What do you say, people? Shall we let Camille have her wish?\" She paused. \"All in favor.\"\n\nHands went up, \n\nMyrtle paused a moment to count. \"That's 24 in favor. Against?\"\n\nSome other hands went up. \"18 against.\" She looked at Rachel. \"What about you? Abstaining?\"\n\nRachel blushed. \"Oh, I'd forgotten that I'm a member. I think watching Camille dangle at the end of a rope would be really sexy. Yes.\"\n\n\"25 to 18. Okay, Camille. You get your wish.\"\n\nCamille climbed up to the high board, knelt down, and slipped the rope over the board. The noose dangled about four feet above the end of the low board. Then she climbed back down.\n\nShe thought a few seconds, then said, \"You know what would make this perfect? If I could have one of the guys inside me with the noose around my neck, then he'd push me off after he cums.\"\n\nThere was a pause, then a male mink spoke up. \"I'll do it if I can fuck you in the ass.\"\n\n\"Deal!\" she said.\n\nShe got onto the low board and walked out until her toes were about a foot from the end of the board, then turned to look back. Emmet had pulled off his trunks and was sporting a 6-inch boner. He had a jar of something in his left hand.\n\n\"Get ready to be drilled, honey.\"\n\n\"Uh, huh.\" She reached out and pulled the rope toward her, lifted the noose, slipped it over her head, and pulled it snug around her neck. Then she looked at him and smiled. \"I'm ready.\" \n\nEmmet dipped his fingers into the jar and spread goop on his cock, then on Camille's rear entry. He used a finger to push a little bit into the hole, and she gasped. Then he grasped her hips and slid slowly into her pucker. \"Okay so far?\"\n\n\"More than okay. Fuck me!\"\n\nHe pulled back until his cockhead was barely inside her, then pushed all the way in.\n\n\"Oh, yeah. Keep going.\"\n\nHe pushed in again, then started a regular in-and-out movement. After a few seconds she was panting. \"Oh, so good.\"\n\nHe thrust into her, then pulled out slowly. And again, and again. After about a minute she was keening - whether from pleasure or pain Rachel couldn't tell. Another minute and he sped up. \"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah!!\" Then he yelled, \"Fuck, yeah!!!\" and plunged all the way in, then slowly pulled out. \"Oh, yeah, that was good.\" He put his hands in the small of her back and gave her a firm shove. She stumbled off the end of the board and fell about two feet. Her fists clenched at her sides but she didn't try to grab the rope.\n\nThe ferret dangled like that for most of a minute, then her feet started kicking, back and forth, forth and back, again and again. Her right hand came up and felt the rope around her neck. After another thirty seconds, her hand moved slowly down between her legs and she started rubbing her clit. Her left hand felt around and found her opening. She made her hand as thin as she could, then pushed it in. She pulled it partway out, then thrust in again. And again.\n\nCamille kept rubbing herself for some time, then jammed her fingers in as far as they would go. Her right hand frigged her clit desperately. Then she went rigid, no movement except her toes pointing downward, then up, then down again.\n\nRachel imagined herself dangling like that, and had a mini-orgasm, a minute of pure pleasure.\n\nWhen Rachel started noticing the outside world again, Camille had slowed down but was still rubbing. Then she stopped. Her feet kicked a few more times, then stopped, and she went limp all over.\n\nNo more Camille, but what an exit!\n\nThe guards went through the same routine - counting to a hundred, then coming over to where Camille's body dangled. One lifted her up, the other took the noose off her neck. Then they laid out her body on the next empty chaise. She looked a little different from the previous victims... Should I think of them as victims? Volunteers? Something in the middle? The others have the typical blue faces from drowning, but there's a distinct red circle around Camille's neck, and her face is more purple than blue. I remember... two of the hangees I saw had purple faces like that. Something to do with blood being trapped in the head...\n\n====\n\n\"I'm amazed at the variety of snuffings I've seen this morning.\n\n\"It varies. Sometimes the chosen ones want to put on a show of being different - like today - and sometimes they just get down to basics.\"\n\n\"For example?\"\n\n\"Two months ago, there were three femmes who had made a pact: if one of them was chosen, the other two would volunteer.\"\n\n\"That would increase their danger threefold.\"\n\n\"Yes, but that was how they wanted it.\"\n\n\"So, what happened.\"\n\n\"It was only the second drawing of the day. Philip, a hartebeest, spun the drum and pulled out Caitlin's name. She was a petite beaver-girl. She attached our biggest kettlebell to a chain around her neck, walked to the end of the diving board, then stood there until Toby - that guard in the last chair - came over and shoved her off.\"\n\n\"Afraid? After making a suicide pact?\"\n\n\"No, I think she was just putting on an act. Toby stood up as soon as she walked onto the board, and walked over after she'd been standing there for only ten seconds. It's not uncommon for executies to stand there, looking at the water, for as much as a minute before they step off.\"\n\n\"And...?\"\n\n\"Zavia - she was Piers's younger sister -- reused the same weight, but she ran down the board and did a long jump off the end. I'd say that she sailed nearly two meters before her feet hit the water.\"\n\n\"Wow!\"\n\n\"And Charisse - she was a gorgeous marmot with c-cup tits - climbed up to the high-dive board and did a perfect jackknife. She went straight to the bottom and didn't even try to reach the surface. Just sat there tweaking her left nipple with one hand and pushing her other hand as far into her cunt as it would go.\"\n\n\"Triple wow!\"\n\nThere was another break for crackers, cheese, and little thimbles of wine. Nobody seemed interested in serious drinking. Rachel turned to the bear in the chaise next to hers. \n\nThen it was time for another spin and draw. \"Rachel.\"\n\nOh, shit! This is it. And Rachel suddenly realized how she wanted to go. She waved her hand frantically in the air. Myrtle came over. \"Do you have a last request, hon? Looks like the members are in a mood to grant anything that seems entertaining.\"\n\n\"I'd like to have my mouth full of semen when I go. Maybe I could kneel on the board and suck one of the guys, and then he can push me off?\"\n\nMyrtle called out, \"Votes. All in favor?\" (pause) \"Sixty-six ayes. Any nays?\" (another pause) \" Sixty-six for, none against. How about a volunteer to get sucked?\"\n\nA Nordic type raised his hand. \"My name's Brant, ma'am. I'd be pleased to take you up on your offer.\"\n\nWow! What a gorgeous guy! Tall, lean, blue eyes, blond hair almost to his shoulders. Rachel swallowed to keep from drooling. \"That'd be wonderful.\"\n\nHe picked up a 40 pound kettlebell like it was nothing. He took her hand and led her onto the low board. She knelt down facing him with her feet over the edge and reached for the bell.\n\n\"I'll get you set up if you like, ma'am.\"\n\nRachel smiled. \"Go ahead.\"\n\nThe panther set the bell down next to her ankles, took a rope and tied them together, then looped it around the bell's handle and back around her ankles, then tied it off. He stood in front of her. Rachel stared at his cock, which was already looking \"interested,\" then down to his feet and up all six-feet-plus of him. Yum. Rachel licked the tip and hefted his balls, then wrapped her hand around his length, slid about halfway down, then up until she didn't quite cover the head.\n\n\"Mmm... you know what you're doing, for sure!\"\n\nRachel gave him goo-goo eyes and smiled. She opened her hands, put one on each side of his organ and rolled it back and forth. That got a moan out of him. She kept up the rolling motion until he was good and hard, then tongued the hole and licked the frenum. She licked the top from the base to the head, then down each side, then up the underside, giving the frenum a couple of extra licks.\n\n\"How's that for foreplay,\" she asked.\n\n\"Lovely, ma'am,\" he panted.\n\nShe wrapped her hand around the base, took the tip into her mouth and rotated her head, sliding her lips over his most sensitive areas. She sucked him all the way in, then let him halfway out.\n\n\"Oh, yeah.\"\n\n\"Mmm, hmmm,\" Rachel acknowledged. Time to get this show on the road. The whole purpose of this -- aside from the pleasure of a dick between my lips -- is to have a mouthful of cum while I drown.\n\nShe started a slow up-and-down movement. She was just getting ready to speed up when he put his hand on her head.\n\n\"Hold on a sec. I just had an idea How about a double -- both of us at the same time?\"\n\nShe knew the answer from the way her heart sped up. \"Sounds great! What did you have in mind.\"\n\n\"I'll have to check.\" He raised his voice. \"Hey, Madam President. I'd like to volunteer to drown along with Rachel here, if the rules allow it.\"\n\nMyrtle didn't even bother with a vote: \"They do,\" she answered.\n\n\"Great.\" He walked away and came back a few seconds later with a piece of rope and another weight. He tied the rope to the weight. \"Could I get somebody to tie this around my waist?\"\n\nA slightly plump brunette chinchilla came over, and looped the rope around Brant's waist.\n\n\"Nice and tight, with the bell against my butt, please.\"\n\n\"Sure thing.\" A few seconds later it was done.\n\nBrant tried to get his fingers underneath the rope, but it was too tight. \"Perfect!\"\n\nAll this time Rachel was staring at Brant's dick with her mouth watering. It was just an inch away.\n\nHe patted her on the head. \"I'll warn you before we go, so you can get yourself ready.\"\n\nRachel figured she knew what he had in mind. She took his cock in her mouth again and started giving him a serious blowjob. No fancies: she just wanted his cum in her mouth.\n\nA minute later he was moaning in pleasure. She sped up a little.\n\nThen \"Almost there,\" he moaned. Rachel opened her mouth and breathed as deep as she could. And again. And again. When she started feeling funny, she started sucking him again.\n\n\"Yeah, just like that. Here we go.\" He grabbed her head and pushed her all the way onto his dick. She'd practiced \"deep throat,\" so she didn't gag on it. Then he pushed her backward and jumped forward as she went off the edge, still holding her head tight.\n\nAnd that's how she came to be kneeling on the floor of an 8 foot deep pool with a yummy dick in her mouth. She was moving fast now, flicking his \"spot\" with her tongue on every upstroke. \n\nIt was getting harder and harder to stay in control. But Rachel wanted -- really wanted -- to make him cum one last time.\n\nRachel couldn't hold her breath any longer. She let a bubble out, then a few more. And she was almost on the point of letting the last of her breath go when she saw bubbles come out of his mouth, and a second later she was tasting his semen. Yes! I'm doing it. And he's getting what he wants as well.\n\nShe sucked him dry, and a few seconds later a whole cloud of bubbles came bursting from him. \n\nShe held her breath as long as she could, but the time came when she had to let go. And then breathe in, but all she got was water. It hurt her lungs like knives. But she was cumming without even having to touch herself. Out of air... almost out of time... \n\nBrant is thrashing around next to me. I'm sure his lungs hurt even worse than mine. But... yes, he's getting erect again. She reached for him with her lips, but she realized that there just wasn't enough time. But I'm going to try anyway. Rachel took it between her lips and licked it, moving her mouth as much as she could. And her own insides were getting tingly too...\n\nShe was getting confused... There's something in my mouth, something nice... I need to breathe but there's no air. I sense... he's ... I think he's gone. And I'm... almost ... going...go...\n\nAnd then there were two more dead bodies in the water.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "It was only 7:15, but there were already two femmes and a male heading for the locker room.

A skunk walked up to the counter and scanned her membership card.

"The pool is being used by an execution club this morning," the receptionist told her. "Is that what you came for?" she asked.

Rachel chuckled and shrugged. No, I?m not keen on dying this fine morning. "I just want to swim a few laps before I go to work. Guess I?ll impress the boss by showing up early."

"The pool will be open to the public after noon. We did post an announcement on our X-feed." The receptionist paused, then added, ``I?m sorry."

Rachel turned to leave, but the receptionist touched her hand. "They don?t use the whole pool," she said, "just the part near the diving boards. Maybe if you ask they?ll let you swim."

Rachel thought a moment. Thirty-six years old and I've seen -- what? -- six executions. My parents didn?t approve of the death penalty, but I watched some after I got a job and moved into my own place. Four hangings and one beheading. The beheading was over way too fast, but the hangings were... interesting. Especially the one male who was short-dropped. He kicked real good. And spurted so much. Wow! No drownings, though. The thought was exciting. She went to the locker room to change, grabbing a towel on her way out.

When Rachel came out, she saw over three dozen femmes and almost a dozen males by the diving boards, all naked. Rachel was very curious to see the execution, but also afraid that she would be kicked out if she was seen gawking, so she just jumped into the other end and started swimming laps. She managed to sneak a peek at each turnaround. She got some odd looks but nobody bothered her. The potential (victims? condemned? executies?) were joking around. A few males were wearing shirts that showed a face with bubbles coming out the mouth. Some members took turns diving off the board, but no one seemed in a hurry to die yet. Two of the males had bulges visible under their speedos, but there was no actual sex, nobody even making out. Rachel feared she would have to leave before the main event, but furs kept arriving and nobody paid any attention to her.

After about ten minutes a svelte tigress in a business suit walked into the pool area carrying a metal drum with a crank handle and a little door. Everybody except Rachel gathered around. The tigress set the drum on a little table with a stack of 3x5 cards and a few pens next to it. People came over, wrote on them, folded them in half and  put them into the drum. When they were all done, the svelte woman closed the door.. Then she pointed at one of the males, a genet. "Nick, would you start us off?"

He spun the drum around a few times, then opened the door, reached in, pulled out a card, and read it. "Harriett."

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A blonde mongoose, maybe 20 or 21, stood up.

The tigress said one word: "Bathroom."

Harriett nodded and went off. She came back naked a few minutes later. She walked over to a rack of weights and chose a twenty-pound kettlebell, then walked over to a table of bondage stuff and picked up a chain, a padlock, and a pair of handcuffs.

One of the guards, a tall lion with purple headfur, reached between the mongoose's legs and fingered her clit as she stepped onto the board, getting a quiet moan from her.

"That's not enough weight to keep you from surfacing," a blond serval said.

"True. I figure I can jump up from the bottom and get my head above water - at first. But I'll get tired after a few times and then it'll just be me and the water with the usual result."

"We'll see. Anyway, it's your neck... err... lungs."

The mongoose sat down at the end of the board. She wrapped the chain twice around her waist, put it through the weight's handle, then pulled it tight and locked it. She stood up and cuffed her hands in front. She reached down between her legs and fingered her clit.

"Yeah, that works." She paused, then asked, "Somebody count down from ten for me?"

"Sure, the serval said. Ten... nine..."

Harriett took a deep breath with each number, then exhaled during the pause.

... three... two... one... go!"

She took one last breath, then gave a small jump off the end of the board and fell straight down to the bottom. She stayed there, rubbing herself, for what seemed to Rachel like forever but was probably only twenty seconds; There was a chain of bubbles, then she bent her knees and jumped. Her head popped up and she gasped in some air.

After several repeats, Rachel turned to the koala next to her. "I don't think that's going to work."

"Oh, she'll get tired eventually, but I'm guessing she'll find a way to hurry things up."

Harriett popped up several more times, then yelled, "Help! Somebody..." and sank to the bottom again.

"Does she really expect help in a predicament she deliberately got herself into?" Rachel asked the male.

"I suspect she wants a different kind of help."

Harriett popped up again. "Somebody..." and down she went.

And up again. "Push me down..."

Another jump. "Please..."

A billy goat with dark brown eyes and platinum blond headfur -- jumped in and swam to meet Harriett.

Harriett looked desperate. "Yeah, do it!"

The goat grabbed Harriett's head and pushed it down. Harriett seemed to calm down for a few seconds, then started thrashing, her legs jackknifing as she tried to get her head above water again. Then she let herself sink to the bottom, and a few seconds later jumped up to the surface again. But this time the goat was waiting and pushed Harriett's face down into the water, too quickly for her to get any air.

Harriett sank back down to the bottom and immediately jumped again, trying to go off at an angle, but could only manage a couple of degrees of slant. And the goat was still there and stopped her before her face came out of the water.

After a while, Harriett let go a few bubbles, then a huge burst of them.

Her frantic thrashing slowed down after another minute, then, after what seemed like forever, stopped. She sank slowly to the bottom and lay there, not moving.

One of the males counted slowly to a hundred. Then he and another male in Speedos with that face and bubbles symbol on their shirts dove in. They pulled Harriett's body out of the water and carried her limp body to an empty chaise longue and returned to their seats.

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Rachel glanced at the wall clock. Half an hour to the start of her workday. If I get out now, I can change and get to work with a few minutes to spare. Then again, I'm an "exempt" employee. If I get there late I'll just make it up by working later. And this is so hot...

She was still dithering when the tigress in the business suit walked over to the side of the pool, next to her. The look on her face... this could be trouble. The tigress waited for Rachel to reach the rope that separated her lane from the executions area, then held up a paw in the "stop" gesture.

Rachel grabbed the side of the pool and looked up at her. "Yes, Ms...?"

"Young woman, what do you think you are doing?"

"Umm... swimming. I come here twice a week and do a half-hour of laps to keep in shape."

"Weren't you told that the pool is reserved for our execution club?"

"The receptionist said that I might be allowed to use the pool if I didn't interfere. There was nobody to ask, so I started swimming."

"Get out of the pool and dry off while I sort this out." She beckoned one of the guards and said something Rachel didn't hear. The guard headed off toward the front of the club.

When Rachel had dried off (mostly), the tigress turned back to her. "How old are you?"

"Thirty-six."

"Well, you're of age, and since you've watched one of our executions, you have to be part of the club: you'll have to risk your life like the rest of us."

"Wait!! What??? I didn't sign up for any club."

The tigress just looked at Rachel. It seemed like forever. Then the stranger's face softened a little. "Well, I guess you were accidentally misled. We'll cut you a little slack. You'll have to take a little risk, but not as much as the full members. What's your name?"

"Rachel Adams."

"Myrtle Upton. I'm the club President." She handed Rachel a 3x5 card and a pen. "Write your first name on this, then fold it in half and drop it into that drum next to the low diving board."

"But..."

"It's only for one draw. If I stuck to the rules, you'd have to take a 10% chance of living or dying like the rest of us. But for one draw, it's only one chance in..." She looked around and counted heads. "Fifty."

Rachel gulped, thought about it for a few seconds, then wrote her name on the card. She walked up to the diving end, and one of the femmes opened the drum's little door. Rachel folded the card like the others, then dropped it in.

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The tigress came up behind Rachel. "You're now a temporary member, so go ahead, spin the drum, open the door, then close your eyes and pull out a card."

Rachel gave the crank five quick turns, then opened the door. She closed her eyes, reached in pulled out a card. She opened her eyes: "Piers."

A shortish coyote male with black hair in a Mohawk stood up. "I'm ready."

"Just a second," Myrtle said, turning to Rachel again. "You now have a choice: get dressed and leave right now. Or become a full member and take your chances with everybody else."

Rachel thought about it. One chance in ten of getting drowned. Today. Against getting to watch... probably... four more deaths. It sounded exciting. "I..." She gulped, then managed a weak smile. "I'll join."

She ran to the locker room, took off her Speedo and put it in her locker. Closed the door and ran back to the pool, arriving only slightly out of breath. "I'm ready."

Myrtle handed Rachel a form. Rache read it quickly, then signed it and handed it back.

While Rachel was gone, somebody had put a short chain with a 40 pound kettle bell around Piers's neck and locked it with a sturdy-looking padlock. Piers climbed onto the diving board, his hard-on plainly visible. An otter-femme followed him. He walked to the end, put his toes over the edge, then stopped, breathing fast and deep. Then he turned his head. "Count to three, then give me a push."

The otter counted. Piers took one more deep breath when she got to three. She put her hands on his shoulder blades and shoved. Piers stumbled off the end of the board and sank straight to the bottom.

Rachel looked down. Piers was rubbing himself, slowly. Then faster. A single bubble came from his mouth. Then another. Then a few more. He rubbed frantically, his cheeks puffed out and his lips tightly together. Then a whole bunch of bubbles, a pause, and then the last pitiful few.

Piers's face contorted as his lungs filled with water. His hand was a blur moving up and down his cock at an unbelievable speed. He tensed, thrust his hips forward, and a little white blob came out of his tip. Then several more. His chest moved, but there were no more bubbles. Then his hand slowed down and stopped.

Piers's face gradually relaxed, then his body. He just lay there, not moving. After another five minutes two other males with the logo pulled his body out of the water and laid him out on another chaise longue, next to the previous two executies.

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A couple of the gym staff came in, wheeling carts with snacks: cheese, crackers, veggies, and pastries. Also urns of tea and coffee.  People sat around nibbling stuff. Then Myrtle stood up.

"Time for our next execution." She looked at a 6 foot tall gopher. "Rosemary, would you do the honors?"

"Yes, Madam President." Rosemary gave the drum a few turns, then reached in, pulled out a card, and read it. "Susan."

A vole with bi-color hair, green and purple, maybe 20 or 21, stood up and turned to one of the five remaining males. "You know what I want, Glenn."

"Sure thing, Sue." The dormouse picked up a length of smooth rope and followed her onto the diving board. He pulled her hands behind her and tied her wrists together, Then he ran the rope between her legs, pulled it up tight between her labia, ran it twice around her waist and tied the end back to her wrists. Susan tugged on it a few times. "Perfect."

The vole walked to the end of the board. "Give me a couple of minutes." She tugged on the rope again and again, slowly at first, then faster and faster. She gave a little sigh and said, "I'm ready."

He goosed her, hard. She yipped, then stepped off the board and splashed into the pool. She thrashed around much like Harriett, but with less effect. In a few seconds her head was under the water.

She struggled, pulling on the rope again and again and again, harder each time. Her expression changed from determined, to panicky, to a kind of dreamy smile. There was no gradual loss of breath: she lost control all at once, her air coming to the surface in a huge burst of bubbles. Her face contorted in pain, then she thrashed around, pulling hard, trying desperately to free her hands. And the thrashing gradually stopped. She stood on the pool bottom, unmoving except for her hands tugging again and again on the rope. Then she jerked her hands upward and held them there with an expression of unendurable pleasure on her face. She stayed like that for nearly a minute, then went back to struggling, but weakly. Then even that stopped, and she drifted limp in the water.

And Rachel realized that she was almost as excited as Susan had been. Watching the vole struggle, then fall into pleasure, then just stop... Rachel realized she was wet down there. She felt ready for anything, even if her name were to come up next.

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Myrtle stood up and pointed to a petite Japanese mouse-girl. She came over, spun the drum and pulled out a card. "Camille."

There was no answer for a moment. Then a nondescript ferret-femme nudged the giraffe next to her.

"Oh. Me? Sorry, I was daydreaming."

"About what?" one of the other femmes asked.

"A noose. I mean, the water is okay, but if I had my druthers I'd rather hang." She paused, then reached under the bench and pulled out a long rope with one end tied in a hangman's noose, and a fixed loop in the other. "Like this."

Myrtle looked surprised, then smiled. "What do you say, people? Shall we let Camille have her wish?" She paused. "All in favor."

Hands went up,

Myrtle paused a moment to count. "That's 24 in favor. Against?"

Some other hands went up. "18 against." She looked at Rachel. "What about you? Abstaining?"

Rachel blushed. "Oh, I'd forgotten that I'm a member. I think watching Camille dangle at the end of a rope would be really sexy. Yes."

"25 to 18. Okay, Camille. You get your wish."

Camille climbed up to the high board, knelt down, and slipped the rope over the board. The noose dangled about four feet above the end of the low board. Then she climbed back down.

She thought a few seconds, then said, "You know what would make this perfect? If I could have one of the guys inside me with the noose around my neck, then he'd push me off after he cums."

There was a pause, then a male mink spoke up. "I'll do it if I can fuck you in the ass."

"Deal!" she said.

She got onto the low board and walked out until her toes were about a foot from the end of the board, then turned to look back. Emmet had pulled off his trunks and was sporting a 6-inch boner. He had a jar of something in his left hand.

"Get ready to be drilled, honey."

"Uh, huh." She reached out and pulled the rope toward her, lifted the noose, slipped it over her head, and pulled it snug around her neck. Then she looked at him and smiled. "I'm ready."

Emmet dipped his fingers into the jar and spread goop on his cock, then on Camille's rear entry. He used a finger to push a little bit into the hole, and she gasped. Then he grasped her hips and slid slowly into her pucker. "Okay so far?"

"More than okay. Fuck me!"

He pulled back until his cockhead was barely inside her, then pushed all the way in.

"Oh, yeah. Keep going."

He pushed in again, then started a regular in-and-out movement. After a few seconds she was panting. "Oh, so good."

He thrust into her, then pulled out slowly. And again, and again. After about a minute she was keening - whether from pleasure or pain Rachel couldn't tell. Another minute and he sped up. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah!!" Then he yelled, "Fuck, yeah!!!" and plunged all the way in, then slowly pulled out. "Oh, yeah, that was good." He put his hands in the small of her back and gave her a firm shove. She stumbled off the end of the board and fell about two feet. Her fists clenched at her sides but she didn't try to grab the rope.

The ferret dangled like that for most of a minute, then her feet started kicking, back and forth, forth and back, again and again. Her right hand came up and felt the rope around her neck. After another thirty seconds, her hand moved slowly down between her legs and she started rubbing her clit. Her left hand felt around and found her opening. She made her hand as thin as she could, then pushed it in. She pulled it partway out, then thrust in again. And again.

Camille kept rubbing herself for some time, then jammed her fingers in as far as they would go. Her right hand frigged her clit desperately. Then she went rigid, no movement except her toes pointing downward, then up, then down again.

Rachel imagined herself dangling like that, and had a mini-orgasm, a minute of pure pleasure.

When Rachel started noticing the outside world again, Camille had slowed down but was still rubbing. Then she stopped. Her feet kicked a few more times, then stopped, and she went limp all over.

No more Camille, but what an exit!

The guards went through the same routine - counting to a hundred, then coming over to where Camille's body dangled. One lifted her up, the other took the noose off her neck. Then they laid out her body on the next empty chaise. She looked a little different from the previous victims... Should I think of them as victims? Volunteers? Something in the middle? The others have the typical blue faces from drowning, but there's a distinct red circle around Camille's neck, and her face is more purple than blue. I remember... two of the hangees I saw had purple faces like that. Something to do with blood being trapped in the head...

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"I'm amazed at the variety of snuffings I've seen this morning.

"It varies. Sometimes the chosen ones want to put on a show of being different - like today - and sometimes they just get down to basics."

"For example?"

"Two months ago, there were three femmes who had made a pact: if one of them was chosen, the other two would volunteer."

"That would increase their danger threefold."

"Yes, but that was how they wanted it."

"So, what happened."

"It was only the second drawing of the day. Philip, a hartebeest, spun the drum and pulled out Caitlin's name. She was a petite beaver-girl. She attached our biggest kettlebell to a chain around her neck, walked to the end of the diving board, then stood there until Toby - that guard in the last chair - came over and shoved her off."

"Afraid? After making a suicide pact?"

"No, I think she was just putting on an act. Toby stood up as soon as she walked onto the board, and walked over after she'd been standing there for only ten seconds. It's not uncommon for executies to stand there, looking at the water, for as much as a minute before they step off."

"And...?"

"Zavia - she was Piers's younger sister -- reused the same weight, but she ran down the board and did a long jump off the end. I'd say that she sailed nearly two meters before her feet hit the water."

"Wow!"

"And Charisse - she was a gorgeous marmot with c-cup tits - climbed up to the high-dive board and did a perfect jackknife. She went straight to the bottom and didn't even try to reach the surface. Just sat there tweaking her left nipple with one hand and pushing her other hand as far into her cunt as it would go."

"Triple wow!"

There was another break for crackers, cheese, and little thimbles of wine. Nobody seemed interested in serious drinking. Rachel turned to the bear in the chaise  next to hers.

Then it was time for another spin and draw. "Rachel."

Oh, shit! This is it. And Rachel suddenly realized how she wanted to go. She waved her hand frantically in the air. Myrtle came over. "Do you have a last request, hon? Looks like the members are in a mood to grant anything that seems entertaining."

"I'd like to have my mouth full of semen when I go. Maybe I could kneel on the board and suck one of the guys, and then he can push me off?"

Myrtle called out, "Votes. All in favor?" (pause) "Sixty-six ayes. Any nays?" (another pause) " Sixty-six for, none against. How about a volunteer to get sucked?"

A Nordic type raised his hand. "My name's Brant, ma'am. I'd be pleased to take you up on your offer."

Wow! What a gorgeous guy! Tall, lean, blue eyes, blond hair almost to his shoulders. Rachel swallowed to keep from drooling. "That'd be wonderful."

He picked up a 40 pound kettlebell like it was nothing. He took her hand and led her onto the low board. She knelt down facing him with her feet over the edge and reached for the bell.

"I'll get you set up if you like, ma'am."

Rachel smiled. "Go ahead."

The panther set the bell down next to her ankles, took a rope and tied them together, then looped it around the bell's handle and back around her ankles, then tied it off. He stood in front of her. Rachel stared at his cock, which was already looking "interested," then down to his feet and up all six-feet-plus of him. Yum. Rachel licked the tip and hefted his balls, then wrapped her hand around his length, slid about halfway down, then up until she didn't quite cover the head.

"Mmm... you know what you're doing, for sure!"

Rachel gave him goo-goo eyes and smiled. She opened her hands, put one on each side of his organ and rolled it back and forth. That got a moan out of him. She kept up the rolling motion until he was good and hard, then tongued the hole and licked the frenum. She licked the top from the base to the head, then down each side, then up the underside, giving the frenum a couple of extra licks.

"How's that for foreplay," she asked.

"Lovely, ma'am," he panted.

She wrapped her hand around the base, took the tip into her mouth and rotated her head, sliding her lips over his most sensitive areas. She sucked him all the way in, then let him halfway out.

"Oh, yeah."

"Mmm, hmmm," Rachel acknowledged. Time to get this show on the road. The whole purpose of this -- aside from the pleasure of a dick between my lips -- is to have a mouthful of cum while I drown.

She started a slow up-and-down movement. She was just getting ready to speed up when he put his hand on her head.

"Hold on a sec. I just had an idea How about a double -- both of us at the same time?"

She knew the answer from the way her heart sped up. "Sounds great! What did you have in mind."

"I'll have to check." He raised his voice. "Hey, Madam President. I'd like to volunteer to drown along with Rachel here, if the rules allow it."

Myrtle didn't even bother with a vote: "They do," she answered.

"Great." He walked away and came back a few seconds later with a piece of rope and another weight. He tied the rope to the weight. "Could I get somebody to tie this around my waist?"

A slightly plump brunette chinchilla came over, and looped the rope around Brant's waist.

"Nice and tight, with the bell against my butt, please."

"Sure thing." A few seconds later it was done.

Brant tried to get his fingers underneath the rope, but it was too tight. "Perfect!"

All this time Rachel was staring at Brant's dick with her mouth watering. It was just an inch away.

He patted her on the head. "I'll warn you before we go, so you can get yourself ready."

Rachel figured she knew what he had in mind. She took his cock in her mouth again and started giving him a serious blowjob. No fancies: she just wanted his cum in her mouth.

A minute later he was moaning in pleasure. She sped up a little.

Then "Almost there," he moaned. Rachel opened her mouth and breathed as deep as she could. And again. And again. When she started feeling funny, she started sucking him again.

"Yeah, just like that. Here we go." He grabbed her head and pushed her all the way onto his dick. She'd practiced "deep throat," so she didn't gag on it. Then he pushed her backward and jumped forward as she went off the edge, still holding her head tight.

And that's how she came to be kneeling on the floor of an 8 foot deep pool with a yummy dick in her mouth. She was moving fast now, flicking his "spot" with her tongue on every upstroke.

It was getting harder and harder to stay in control. But Rachel wanted -- really wanted -- to make him cum one last time.

Rachel couldn't hold her breath any longer. She let a bubble out, then a few more. And she was almost on the point of letting the last of her breath go when she saw bubbles come out of his mouth, and a second later she was tasting his semen. Yes! I'm doing it. And he's getting what he wants as well.

She sucked him dry, and a few seconds later a whole cloud of bubbles came bursting from him.

She held her breath as long as she could, but the time came when she had to let go. And then breathe in, but all she got was water. It hurt her lungs like knives. But she was cumming without even having to touch herself. Out of air... almost out of time...

Brant is thrashing around next to me. I'm sure his lungs hurt even worse than mine. But... yes, he's getting erect again. She reached for him with her lips, but she realized that there just wasn't enough time. But I'm going to try anyway. Rachel took it between her lips and licked it, moving her mouth as much as she could. And her own insides were getting tingly too...

She was getting confused... There's something in my mouth, something nice... I need to breathe but there's no air. I sense... he's ... I think he's gone. And I'm... almost ... going...go...

And then there were two more dead bodies in the water.

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