The young tabby whimpers quietly as the guard slips a ring gag into his muzzle and leads him out of the cage, fastening his leash to one of the three wooden waiting posts hammered into the ground.  The gallows creaks behind him, groaning under the weight of its three newest victims.  He gasps and blushes furiously as he notices his crush from school at the front of the line, staring directly at him.  Sure enough, he steps right up to the bound kitten, unbuttoning his bulging shorts and smirking deviously.  "I figured you'd volunteer, squirt."
	They scrubbed the guillotine and surrounding scaffold vigorously, mopping up the pools of blood and piss, sharpening the blade to a keen edge and polishing it to a gleaming shine.  However, when it came time to clean the bascule - dripping with cum and juices from a long day of use - the executioner noticed one of the condemned hesitating bashfully.  He stepped up behind and with a firm paw pushed the fur's muzzle against the soiled plank, chuckling.  "Don't you worry, it'll be well-coated again by the time you're strapped to it tomorrow.  But for now, you can lick it clean."
	Charles bounced with glee as he opened his report card.  Straight As - the best in the class!  The next day, as soon as the final bell rang, he hurried excitedly to the gym.  The block was already in place, a large section of the floor under it covered with crinkly plastic sheeting.  The failures - gagged, bound, and blushing - were lined up along the wall, next to the neatly-arranged row of body bags.  The gym teacher, grinning, placed a hand on the fox boy's shoulder and gestured towards the group with his axe.  "First pickings again, huh?  Which one will it be, then, and do you want your fun with 'em before or after the chop?"
	Sammy had been looking forward to the field trip all month, marking off the days on the calendar in his room, daydreaming about it in class.  When the day finally arrived, he could barely contain his excitement.  He "ooh"ed and "aah"ed as they toured the holding cells, giddily climbed all over the gallows, shut himself temporarily in a gibbet cage - the teacher practically had to drag him away from each when it was time to move on.  At the end, he watched through the viewing pane with the rest of the class as a little raccoon lady was shaved, strapped down, and fitted with the electrodes.  He couldn't control himself - he slipped his paw into his pocket and tried desperately to rub out that tingly feeling in his loins.  A strange sticky wad spurted into his underwear as she thrashed.  Five minutes later, the teacher cooed as she helped him clean up his "accident" in the bathroom.  "If a certain little someone keeps this up, he might be giving the tour himself in a few years, hmm?  Or maybe he'll be on the other side..."  Sammy fidgeted.  He knew which it would be.
	The fur in the garotte had barely stopped twitching when the gameshow host turned to the last remaining contestant.  "Congratulations, you're up to $50,000!  You can take your winnings now, or spin for the Grand Prize."  She spun the wheel.  It fell one short of the jackpot...on a picture of a wooden stake.  "Oh, so close!"  She barely had time to open her mouth before an attendant was behind her, cuffing her paws, tightly muzzling her snout.  As he slipped on a pair of latex gloves and opened a tube of lubricant, he whispered in her ear: "I'm feeling generous, so I'll let you choose which hole we use."  She whimpered.

	The cubs giggled as they lined up for measuring time, standing up straight against the wall chart as the preschool teacher recorded their heights in her book.  Jimmy went last.  The class let out a collective gasp as the top of his head boldly cleared the line marked with a cartoon skull.  "What a growth spurt you've had, little one!" she cooed, patting his head reassuringly.  She made the necessary calls.  When naptime came, she led him into the corner room.  He smiled at the friendly cartoon characters adorning the walls and the gallows platform.  They smiled back as he strangled.
	He stopped by the slave registry on his way to work.  As he finished filling out the paperwork, the man behind the "disposal" desk asked whether he'd want to collect the body, or donate it to benefit needy children.  He glanced over over through a window behind the clerk, where he could see four school-age cubs in another room eagerly coating the still-limp corpse of a cute rabbit girl with cum.  He shrugged.  "Far be it from me to deny children their toys."  He signed the last form and handed over the leash.
	"Zzzzzzp."  The soft sound resonated in the cold basement.  The otter thrashed for a few moments, and slumped.  The tigress, zipties in hand, moved dutifully to the next fur in line, and then the next.  Zzzzp, struggle, slump.  Zzzzp, struggle, slump.  She stopped when she came to a particularly squirmy fox, his length glistening with pre as he subtly ground his rear against the metal pole behind him.  She patted him on the head gently, smiling, and gave him an extra tie for his cock before the one for his neck.
	Chad wasn't big on parties - he always felt awkward and shy in crowds - but when Dave got out the leash and muzzle, the husky knew he couldn't say no.  He blushed furiously as they mingled with the throng, while Dave playfully tugged his leash and encouraged onlookers to fondle his naked pet.  When they reached the back yard, Dave pulled up a chair beside the gallows and motioned for Chad to bend over his knee, just as a cute raccoon spurted his deathcum on the lawn.  Dave lifted his husky's tail, grinning.  "Anyone want to use my boyfriend before it's his turn?"
	The teacher had caught him in the bathroom, furiously pawing.  The kitten begged as the principal drew a petite chastity cage out of his desk drawer - he paused for a moment, pondering, and then offered the little cat a choice.  The kitten's next orgasm was pure bliss - the biggest wad he had ever produced; his pitch-black chestfur stained white as the rope stretched his neck.  The principal, impressed, left the body dangling for an extra day.