I grinned in the sunset as the waves of applause  washed over me.  Fluttering my wings a little as I smiled and bowed to the adoring crowd as they cheered the latest victim's final dance.  The heavy stallion's noose creaking in the breeze as he joined the others in that limp waltz on the end of a rope.  Already three trapdoors were filled and opened, letting me peek at the crowd in the first seats far below.  And three trapdoors remained, awaiting the feet that they'll hold for their last moments of life.  I turned to start down the stairs to gather the next volunteer, watching as a small mob of young teens of all stripes and sizes began to set and light torches to add more light for the stage and the show as the sunset finally sunk below the stands.

Walking around to the back of the stage I smiled widely to a blushing, sleek female fruit bat who would be the next volunteer.  Her large ears blushed pink as she looked over my aroused form, shyly half covering her lap with one of her dark velvety wings.  Her fur was mostly black, with a light brown covering her small breasts and belly, cutely pink nipples peeking from the soft fur.  She bit her lip softly, starting to pant as her graceful feet pawed the ground nervously.  “So... I'm going to hang...”  She asked shyly, turning a little as she looked down, trying to not stare at my lap too much.

I leaned in, brushing her soft hair with a kiss on an ear “you did volunteer, now.  You should know what you're in for.”  

I wrapped hands softly about her waist, pulling her closer with a slow lick along the edge of an ear.  My breath whispering softly “Last chance now, otherwise, the show will go on.”  

My paws holding her waist as I watched her fidget nervously with her long toes, before a little shivery gasp as she pushed her wingarms behind her.  She closed her eyes, turning to face away from me as her wings folded back up along her arms.  I gave her a kiss between her ears, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair as I gathered a soft silky rope to begin to loop slowly around her wrists.  The smell of her arousal filling my nose as the rope looper around each wrist again and again, pushing hands together as they were cinched together.  She gave them an experimental tug once I finished the ornate knot, a little whimper of fearful enjoyment escaping her lips as she felt how helpless she was.  The long wingfingers wiggling and fluttering uselessly as I stroked their smooth warmth.  Bringing up a smaller rope, I circled it around her elbow, wrapping that delicate wing against it to further immobilize those long wings.  Her firm breasts rising and falling with each long breath as she grows closer to that fatal embrace of rope for the audience.  She blushes as the first wing is tied down securely to her arm, giving fingertips a little wiggle, looking up to me as she quietly whispers, “I hope I perform well for you.”

I give her a firm hug around a waist, kissing both ears as I enjoy her petite body in my grasp.  Fingers tickling her belly with a little squeak as she wiggles that delicious little tush against my lap and thighs.  My arousal pressing to her tail with a quiet moan as I wrapped the next rope around the other elbow, binding that graceful wing tenderly with a quiet reply, “You'll be perfect.  Just relax and let yourself go.  It'll be all over soon.”  

The slender bat arching softly with a little whimper at the reply, pressing her warmth into my lap.  Arousal trapped against her back and my belly as hold her close for a moment.  A finger sliding down that slim belly to trace the slick warmth of her mons, savoring the quiet moan of her pleasure.  A gentle kiss brushes her cheeks, then I turn to gather the collar.  Reaching out for the slim collar, I grabbed the large coil of rope that would support and hold her last moments, as well as the heavy hood that would steal her identiy.  Grinning at the sight of her bound form as she quietly watched me, looking over the collar and rope with those big brown eyes.  Slowly I open the leather belt, drawing it around her long neck as she whimpers softly.  The click of the clasp sealing her fate as I attach the leash to begin her final steps towards the gallows.

She begins to pant quickly as I grasp the leash, drawing out a few feet as I begin to lead her out to the crowd.  The line of torches adding a flickering warmth to the scene as the crowd cheers with her arrival as she bashfully turns.  Shyly looking them over as I slowly walk her to a slow death at the top of the gallows.  A quiet gasp escaping her, nearly tripping when she eyes the three long, limp forms already on display.  Her breathing quick and shallow as I gently tug, bringing her back to walking as we near the stairs.  Slowly I pull the leash in, until she stands just before me, a soft brush of muzzles as I quietly whisper “Just a little more.”

I lick my lips as she gives a little shiver, running up and down her sleek little body as she looks up to the three bodies on display.  Hooded and still, the nude forms quite aroused even in death as the torchlight flickers along their fur.  Steadily I pull the leash, taking my time but surely leading her long legs up each step.  Each time a wonderful show of soft pink cunny lips winking as she steps further up.  Working closer to the top of the platform and the slow death that awaits her there.  Her breasts bouncing softly as she pants heavily with each step, helplessly lead up to the final stairs and the last few steps before the trapdoor that waits patiently for her.

She presses closer to me when we reach the top, a nervous blush as she leans in to give a quiet whisper.  “please, may... may I clean your feet.  As, um, a last request...”
She looks down at the floor with a furious blush, a little chuckle as I pull her to my side.  “Oh, for you, of course, I'm sure the crowd would love to watch you lick and kiss my dirty feet as your final moments”

I pull her along, leading close by as my tail traces her thighs.  A small seat had been set by the release levers, and I carefully lowered myself down into the seat.  “Now my darling bat, you may clean the dirty feet of your executioner as you wish...”

I lean back as she awkwardly kneels without her hands, my feet helping support her as the crowd curiously watches.  Twisted enough so most can get a view of her head leaning in, then slowly those soft lips wrap around my sweaty toes.  I smile, setting a foot on her shoulder to help steady her, watching that long tongue begin to lick and groom quietly upon my dirty foot.  Flexing and relaxing as that wet heat tickles upon my pads, grinning at the little show her upturned butt makes for the crowd.  I watch that small tail flit and dance as her rump swings back and forth, a soft sigh of enjoyment as her lips and tongue side down to tease the paw pads of my heel and make me squirm softly.  Fluttering in pleasure at this intimate little embrace, sighing just a bit I'll have to snuff out that talented tongue. 

There's a quiet kiss as she turns to nuzzle the other foot, my newly cleaned toes stroking her hair as she leans down to draw the other paw against lips.  Wiggling toes as that long, slick tongue tickles their pads with warmth.  A little sigh as each quiet suckle brings her closer to that final show.  My arousal hot in my lap as I watched her chest, rise and fall before me, letting that free foot slide down to tickle at her small breasts.  Enjoying the feel of those firm breasts and perky nipple between my toes as she gasps out softly.  Slowly she draws kisses down my other foot, working those suckling lips upon the dirty fur there.  Cleaning the fur with steady kisses and licks, just a quiet purr from her as she begins to seal her own fate.  My toes tickle down to feel the slick heat between her legs, watching her blush as she obviously begins to finish cleaning the heel and last of my foot.

The bat looks up at me with wide eyes, realizing she's finished as she gives a last, loving kiss to my soft paw pads.  I wiggle my newly cleaned toes, brushing both cheeks with my paws to rub my scent on her face as she quietly moans.  “It's time,” I softly said, “for you to give your last show now.”

Slowly I stood up, letting feet get one last caress down her lovely sides and hips before I stood up.  The crowd a little more impatient, but knowing their show was soon to begin.  Pulling on the leash I helped the bound bat stand once more, drawing her the last few steps to the platform.  The torchlight gleamed upon the arousal evident between her legs, little chest rising and sinking steadily as if to savor every last breath she will take.  Her large paws settling on the edge of the trapdoor as she raised herself up as tall as she could get.  Gazing at so many watching every little motion she'll make as my hands began to open the collar.  Unclasping it so that she may be prepared for her execution, I began to open the heavy, leather hood that would blind and muffle her hearting before her hanging.  Her ears folding down, splaying as the heavy fabric presses over them, moaning quietly as the darkness is pulled over her head.  Her folds growing even more slippery as she pants into the confining embrace of the hood.

I pulled the thick rope slowly around that slender little neck, listening to the quiet whimpers and gasps as the little bat felt her throat be embraced around that hood.  Her breasts rise and fall steadily, taking deep breaths while I tie the noose slowly behind her neck.  Her long toes fidgeting nervously, listening to the growing calls of the crowd as I finish looping the knot.  A quiet tug to tighten it securely as she croons at the touch, helpless but to wait for her death.  I gave a grunt as I threw the rope over the gibbet pole above her head, the sound of the rope slapping the ground making her jump a little.  A gentle whimper as I pull the slack free, perhaps knowing that she's being secured for that fatal embrace.  Finally I pull the rope secure, her nude form exposed, held standing tall, ready to die for an audience.

I slowly walk to the lever for releasing her to the breeze.  Watching that shapely rear flex and squirm.  Nervously her feet shift and rock, unable to see or hear anything.  The torches casting a flickering glow on her body, making the slickness between her legs glitter that much more.  The scent is strong as I take a moment to savor it.  But the show must go on, as I grasp the lever firmly.  I blow her an unseen kiss, then give the lever a firm tug.  The floor beneath me shaking a bit as the big trapdoor swings open quickly, a second band and shake as it slams back into it's lock.  The creak of her rope barely heard above it, as she dangles for the crowd to die slowly.

I huffed softly, shivering as I watched her begin to hang.  Her slender body moving with a slow, graceful motion.  Reaching out each foot gingerly in each direction, but finding nothing but air.  Each sensual twist helping that rope tighten more around her hooded neck, as she turned and shifting to slowly spin.  Feet lifting high to reach for anything at all, but finding that cool evening air upon their pads as she twists and rocks at the end of the rope.  I hold my breath, thinking of that strangling embrace, as she delicately twirls.  Her sex glistening lewdly, each outstretching foot showing those wet, fat folds off before the crowd as she trembles in the air.

The slow dance began to pick up just a little speed, her arms tossing back and forth against her back, the wings bound tightly and securely.  The motions twisting her body, making breasts rise and fall as that breathless chest fights for air vainly.  Her tail lashing about as her rump flexes and rolls with each steady kick.  I admired the way she strained to keep herself composed even as her slender form was dying.  Her long toes curling and relaxing as she jerked quietly for the attentive crowd, all eyes upon the erotic display of her death.  Slowly that nude body began to tense up, legs lifting as that noose held her in it's secure embrace.  My breathing shallow as I watched entranced at her swinging form, reaching down to tease my arousal, feeling the slippery pre of my aching arousal.

The lithe bat's body began to cramp, muscles rippling as she jerked softly.  Her head starting to bob and slump, no longer kicking with the strength of her first struggles.  Drool forming a growing wetness on the front of the hood to gleam in the torchlight.  Her arms relaxing, while those hips arch.  Her legs lifting high, spread as a supple winking of her folds begins.  A frantic little pedaling of feet as the sweet musks of her pleasure begin to ooze from that spasming sex.  Licking my lips at the scent of her girlcum as she grew tense, a frantic little tossing of her head and hips.  The glittering droplets of her dew trickling down her legs and splashing to the ground far below.  That slender belly grew taut for a moment as she arched one last time.  Then grew slack and heavy, the rope creaking with that final conscious jerk.

I moaned as she finally gave in, watching the final dying twitches as she limply hung.  Toes reflexively twitching as the shudders of death run up and down her body.  A moment or two later even those stop, her unconscious form finally snuffed out as the crowd roars in applause again.  My breath quick and short as I pant, once again bowing proudly for another excellent showing.  Taking a moment to admire her graceful figure and catch my breath, before I begin the next show.  Blowing her a final kiss as she likely flutters her way to heaven.


