Rope Dance
I smiled as I looked over the latest volunteer, a pretty little lizard lass who wear a delightful little outfit of lycra that showed off her curvy, sleek form.  Even if her chest was flat, she was a delightful image of elegant scales and lithe muscles beneath.  The young lady breathed a little heavier, and a hint of dampness teased the plush curves of her lap, the skin tight suit hinting of the dampness of her arousal.

“So you'd like to be the next dancer for our show?” I said as I circled, looking over the lizards scales, blue and fine upon her chest and thighs, while mottled browns and blacks of her heavier back scales gave her an exotic look.  Her own black eyes peered over my own odd herm form, the white stripes amid rusty fur and demonic wings.  But the unnamed lizard commented nothing on who might just be ending her life in a few minutes, nodding shyly to my question.

I smiled wider, revealing fangs at the nod.  At last a day that doesn't take a while to find entertainment for the crowds.  The noose swung lazily on stage, awaiting tonight's dancer to fill it.  And I was sure she would do a wonderful job of it, “Well miss, may I have the name of the delightful lizard who'll decorate my stage tonight?”

“Oh, um, you can just call me Maria, Miss.”  She nodded shyly again, that long tail lashing with nervousness, but trying to be as cheerful as can be about signing up to die.

I pondered how cute that tail will be while it's lashing on the ground helplessly, “Well Maria, we should probably get you out of that outfit and into the awaiting noose.”  My hands brush her shoulder, dragging the smooth fabric over the rough scales of her back.

I watched her cheek scales flush as my hands ran the smooth fabric down her body.  Exposing her lithe, flat chest and elegant curves of her belly.  And then the subtle hints of her pouty slit between her strong thighs.  The lithe lizard wriggling her body in a sweet little dance just for me.  Perhaps a hint of what will come.

Maria stretched a little, nude now, and her slit glittered with a hint of dampness, letting my admire her slender form.  My hands tracing the silkiness of her belly and chest, then onto the roughness of her back, enjoying the feel of both as she trembled softly.  Maria looking over to the stage and the noose dangling there, waiting for her long slender neck.

“well, lots not leave the crowd waiting.” I smiled and kissed the lizard girl's cheek, grasping Maria's cool hand and leading her nude form on stage.  The crowd cheered, whistling for the boyish looking girl.  Maria herself swayed those wide hips, showing her mottled scales off as best possible, while she still could.  Her eyes never moved from the loop of hemp that awaited her throat.

I settled her just in front of the noose, inches from her delicate snout.  Her eyes upon it while I turned to gather the hood she would wear.  Soon to be marked as another anonymous volunteer, hanged and left on stage all night.  Her long tail curled around my ankle for comfort as I opened the black leather before her eyes.

The crowd hushed as Maria nuzzled obligingly into the well used fabric.  Stinking of musks from males and females who were held lovingly to death by the loop of rope before her.  Gliding it over her scales gently, leaving it fitting loose, her snout elegant even when wrapped in black leather.

The young lady panted and squirmed a little in the darkness.  My hands drawing hers back.  Baring her form more for the crowd.  Hushed and silent now, just the panting of breaths anticipating this erotic show.  Looping black silk around Maria's hands, I cinched them firmly, lovingly so she could not escape her fate.  Her tail clutching my ankles more firmly, but standing proud in her black hood to put on an excellent show.

I peered down at her clawed feet, watching her toes shift upon the trapdoor with nervous enthusiasm.  My hands guiding the loop of rope about her slender, hooded neck carefully, whsipering in her ear.  “Just relax darling, and struggle as you wish, it won't matter in the end.  So enjoy what you can.”

Maria tensed more as she felt the loop of fabric emrbace her slender throat.  Fidgeting while I settled and adjusted the noose to best hang the little lizard girl.  I pulled it nice and tight, enjoying the gasp from her in response, muffled under the hood.  “Almost time to hang, just a moment more...” I whispered to her hooded ear.

I walked off, my footsteps heard as Maria writhed just a little. Sleek scaled form nervously fidgeting on the end of the trapdoor.  The crowd murmuring approval as the young lady panted, her chest rising and falling with her life, soon to have her heart stopped.  I held the lever, letting the moment build for both audience and volunteer.

It's not nice to tease too long, and when the poor girl's tail started to twitch in fear I gave the lever a firm pull.  The platform clattering open, a faint squeel from the girl as her noose caught her.  A soft creaking of rope, and the dance began.  Her feet jerking in shock, kicking wildly to feel for any support while her weight settled the loop of rope tighter with every motion she made.

All eyes were on Maria now, and I took the moment to reach a paw into my skirt and tease my maleness.  Sighing in pleasure as I leaned back and watched contently.  The girl kicked frantically for a few more moments, blindly feeling for anything to rest her scaled toes upon.  Twisting in a lazy circle to show off her nude form for the crowd.

Those struggles grew more helpless as she swung faintly from side to side.  Her kicking slowing, firm and helpless as scaled toes clenched.  Her tail lashed firmly, as the young lady strangled for the crowd.  Flat chest arching, struggling for breaths she will never reach again.

But all shows have to come to an end.  A few minutes of frantic struggles and Maria's twisting, swinging motions grow weak.  Her tail slumping as her head slips forward.  Her legs paddle fitfully as she writhes still, lost in the pain and pleasure of the noose's loving hold.  Her thighs glisten with her pleasure, but soon rivulets of her slick piss trickle down.  Her head tossing, trying to fight it as she empties her bladder for all to watch.

A steady stream dribbling down her thighs as muscles cramped.  Her head shaking softly a few more times.  But then her struggles fade, her head slumping.  The girl slipping away, just fitful little spasms of asphyxiation as she slipped unconscious.  That lovely tail of hers twitching and flicking, tip circling the floor and spreading the small puddle beneath her as she added to it.

And finally even her twitches end.  Her stream of piss fading as well.  Scales glittering in the lights from the slick fluid.  Hints of the bitter scent reaching the crowd.  A soft applause as I try to avoid pawing myself to climax quite yet.  I don't need to give them a second showing at this moment, returning my paws back where they belong as I bow politely.  Walking down the stage, but not without peering back at the graceful lizard, dangling serenely upon my stage.  Another lovely show complete.