	I could hear the crowd's quiet applause and knew very well that the pretty little herm I had been talking to minutes ago had ceased living.  A tremble ran through me as I bit my lip, but I couldn't help but feel even more aroused at the thoughts of what shi went through.  Although this was a little silly, as I knew I had just moments before I would be led on stage to get my own neck stretched.  I blushed pink in the ears at the thought as I closed my eyes, listening to the murmuring crowd as I imagined how I'll look on stage.  Thick, glistening creamy sea otter fur, my chubby brown belly sagging (I'm reverse colored strangely enough).  Those broad webbed feet relaxed and limp, swinging a little with each breeze, and that pink arousal forever stiff.  I shivered up my spine, knowing my whiskery muzzle would be buried in a thick hood, making me just an anonymous decoration.  My heart began to race a little as I thought of what would come, making me gasp and my heart nearly skip a beat when the executioner walked around the corner towards me.
	I trembled a little at the sight of the big wolf padding towards me in slow, graceful steps.  His arousal was blatant against the silk loincloth he wore, a glistening stain of pre against the tip of that bulge.  His wings fluttered with a playful eagerness as he walked up to me, his soft hands stroking my whiskers fondly.  I blushed happily as he leaned in to give me a kiss, whispering softly “ready to put on that show finally, you sexy otter?”  
He gave me a little pat on my sheath and balls to emphasize the question as I gulped “mmmph, I, think so, don't think I have a choice at this point now, do I?”
He just grinned and kissed my broad nose, replying “of course you do, right up until I fit this pretty black leash on you.  Once that's secure, the only exit will be on center stage.”  He gathered up one of the leashes along the wall besides us, and opened it up.  The black leather smooth, a big metal D ring to lead me to my death for all to watch.  The clasp awaiting my neck to snugly close around guide me.  I bit my lip again with a little whimper of arousal, then shyly pushed my head forward for the executioner.
	Those big paws gently fit the leather collar around my soft neck, making the fur spike over it some as he closes the clasp securely.  Slowly I brought my hands behind my back, letting the larger executioner guide my motions now.  I was his, and my heart was trembling in my chest as my tail lashed and thumped quietly on the ground.  I felt a smooth, leathery strap loop about each wrist, tugged securely and affectionately as it pushed wrists together and bound them firmly.  My fingers tingled just a little as it cut off blood when I tugged them, and I let out a little moan when I realized my whole body would soon be strangling like that.  The wolf just grinned and kissed my cheek as he helped me test the binding with a firm tug on my paws.  At last he fit the long leash into the collar, and I knew my last steps were to begin.  I softly crooned when I saw him gather one of the large coils of silk rope, nervously reaching out to stroke it's slick, oily surface before he placed it at his side.  At last he started forward, leading the black leather strap out until it pulled on my neck, awkwardly following as I heard the cheers of the crowd as he walked around the corner.
	Stepping past the curtain, the sunlight made me blink stupidly before the crowd.  It never looked so big when I was in it, but here I was before all those hundreds if not thousands of furs watching me.  My feet felt like lead weights beneath me, stumbling on the soft ground as I looked over the massive gallows.  It must be at least twenty feet high onto the stage, the thirteen steps quite large but adding that little touch of symbolism everyone loves.  The railing would lead my eyes to that first volunteer I saw today, and I gasped when I saw hir cute body dangling limp and still, those big ears flattened under that heavy hood.  A low, whimpering moan of fear as I looked over the crowd, listening to them cheer and catcall at my nudity as I was lead up to those big steps, the wolf growing closer to better guide me up.
	I nervously lifted my foot, nearly tripping on the tall step.  Already I was panting and out of breath, and lifting my trembling feet felt like pulling a hundred pounds.  Slowly but surely the executioner guided me, smile half hidden beneath his dark hood, as we took each step at a time.  I was out of breath only a few stairs in, and couldn't help but giggle at the thought of dying on the steps.  My mind was racing in fearful eagerness for the show, I could feel my arousal oozing some pre, beading up down the pink flesh as I neared the top.  Finally my feet cleared those final broad steps, nearly stumbling onto the top platform as I panted and wheezed softly.  I prayed I'd get a minute to catch my breath, not wanting to die out of breath as I clumsily stepped forward towards the trapdoor that awaited me.
	I was lead agonizingly slowly past the first victim, shuffling obediently at the leash's pace as the executioner took his time.  I couldn't help but stare at how limp and heavy shi seemed now, relaxed and serene.  Hir delicate ebon arousal still so stiff and playful looking still with all that cum dribbled down hir thighs.  Shi did enjoy hirself to the end it seems, as I peeked at the hood shi wore, features muffled under the drool stained front, making me think of that long tongue dangling fat and purple beneath it.  Suddenly I felt myself stopped, a little gasp as I turned to see my feet inches from the platform's edge, gazing at the thousands of furs who came here to watch me die slowly for them.  I gave a gasped moan to the crowd's enjoyment, eyes closing for a few moments to whimper softly and bite my lip.  I knew this was it, I was going to strangle and die in front of everyone.
	My cock was aching in arousal as I opened my eyes to the bright sun and cheerful audience beneath me.  I felt a glob of pre ooze down and drip, splattering so far beneath me on ground my webbed toes will never touch.  The wolf's soft paws hugged me from behind, and I felt him gracefully unclasping my leash to condemn me to this slow death.  His arousal was slick and hot beneath that thin silk, pressed firm enough to tickle at my soft tailhole beneath my thick tail.  I crooned softly in pleasure, leaning back sensually as he removes the snug collar from my neck.  But my relaxed state will soon end as I open raise my eyes to see a thick, heavy hood being opened above me.  I watched that darkness sink down over my blunt muzzle, whiskers flicking madly as it dragged it's heavy surface across them and left me in the stuffy heat of it's embrace.  I could smell the strong scents of fear, arousal, and death of so many furs before me, the front stained with drool over the years, making me give a quiet whimper, loud to my covered ears as the heavy fabric trapped any noise I'd make.  I shivered, then stood taller, trying to present myself regally to the crowd.  Although this would soon fail when I felt a last firm tug on the thick leather hood tighten it to my face, and the thick grasp of a rope securing it around my neck.  I let out a fearful whimper of lust as the rope securely looped around my throat, trapping me as I could feel the paws twisting and tying it.  Helpless but to stand tall and await my execution, trying to guess what was happening outside the black, stuffy heat of my hood.  The sounds of the crowd were almost dead to me now, my nose could only smell the strong scents of every fur who wore this hood before me.  I briefly wondered who was the first one to smell the hood in it's original state, hearing a soft thump as I knew the rope was being tossed over that massive gibbet pole above me.  I closed my eyes in the blackness, and soon was rewarded with the firm tug of a noose pulling on my throat.  Trying to control my breathing, long, full breaths in the growing heat of that confining fabric, as the coil of rope tightened around my neck.  The leather hood keeping it from pinching my thick fur as I stood motionless now, unable to tell what was happening.  Every second felt like a minute as I stood nervously, shifting my weight from paw to paw, straining to tell what the executioner was doing.  But I was trapped in that little world, feeling each hot breath was back over my nose, the firm squeeze of the rope, like a tie a size too small.  The soft breeze tickling coldly over my slick arousal, with that tingle in my loins of the urge to rut and fuck.  The sun beating down, making the hood almost unbearably hot as I wiggled my numbing finger together, pinching them as I stood, unable to move.  
	What felt like an eternity later the firm voice of the executioner nearly made me jump, tail thumping firmly on the trapdoor as he called out my fate clearly for all to hear:  “And for our next volunteer!  This handsome otter will dance and strangle and die for all of you to watch, sentenced to hang by his neck until death!  Then he too will be left on the gallows tree, for all of you to admire and enjoy the sight of his corpse until the end of the fair!  Now, for our second execution!”
	My heart began to race despite my struggles to keep breathing calmly, knowing I was just moments away from death.  I couldn't hear the crowd under the hood's firm embrace, my pulse pounding in my ears.  I heard the executioner quietly call out to me “take a deep breath on the count of three, let's see how long you'll dangle.  One... two... three!”
	I opened my mouth and inhaled all of that stuffy air I could, chest rising high.  I barely had time to puff out a gasp of breath when that trapdoor swung open beneath my sweaty pawpads in a graceful arc.  For one moment I was floating, but the noose's oiled knot closed just as gracefully.  My gasp of breath quickly cut short as the thick coil clamped shut around my neck,  My chest struggling to rise and fall, unable to let a breath in our out of that constricted throat.  I was dying! Hanging twenty feet above a crowd as my sweaty feet begin to pedal into the air with instinctive struggles.  I willed myself to slow down my jerking body, working to control myself as I swung lazily in that hot evening air.  The pain was exquisite, not sharp yet, my neck gently straining under my weight.  I gave my head a curious twisting, just feeling the rope tighten.  My heart was racing, pulse pounding in my ears as I realized I was already dead, just needing to be patient to wait it out.  I could feel that gentle tingle of need in my lungs, growing stronger just as I felt that hot warmth in my loins of a climax.  The mixture of pleasure and pain tingling through my body as I spun in that dizzying blackness.
	Slowly the soft sparkles of asphyxiation making themselves known in the corners of my eyes, making my head toss and tighten that loving noose more.   My chest aching as it desperately tried to rise or fall, the stale air in my lungs having no where to go.  I could only faintly hear the crowd beneath the pounding rhythm of my racing heartbeat in my dizzy head.  The closing rope pushing my tongue past lips, feeling them grow thick and numb as my body clung to life.  That primal urge of asphyxiation in my lungs making my feet kick, lift and twist in the cool breezes.  The primal urge of lust in my loins making my cock ache, balls tightly clinging to my lap, feeling so close but denied of any easy way reaching orgasm.  Just the steady, secure of the noose my lover as I twirled in the growing sparkles of my fading consciousness.
	The pain and pleasure of my body grew with every second I hung by my fat neck, feeling like eternity.  My neck sore, chafed and strained badly as the thick rope squeezes those abused muscles.  My tongue felt heavy against fat lips, feeling the puffy heat of my body straining to keep fresh blood to my dazed brain.  Drooling messily onto my nose and chin, unable to puff that liquid away, the front of the hood growing slick.  I felt the sharp pain of muscles cramping in my legs and belly, the constant swinging and lack of air tiring them.  The heat in my lap agonizingly close, throbbing and pulsing pre to the crowd below as my balls began to ache for air.  I was dying!  My tail thumping weakly against a leg as I strained to keep awake in the whirling sparkles and spots, pain and pleasure reaching a crescendo.  Finally I gave in, hips arching in sharp pain as my body jerked in pleasure.  The heat of climax rolling up through me as it washed against the pain of my asphyxiation.  Gushing cum in the strongest orgasm I'd ever feel, my penis jerking again and again.  My head slipping forward as I lost the fight to hold it up, I squeezed my eyes shut tight to cling to those last moments as that orgasm faded into dull heat against the ocean of dying pain.
	I could feel my mind slipping as I lost the ability to lift my body, legs relaxing in tight cramps, eyes rolling back.  Still those pretty stars filled my vision.  The sharp pains easing and fading.. as the heat of my afterglow grew stronger.  I could feel my tailhole relaxing and winking as my body clung to life, the tingle of my bladder trying to release.  A small part of me somewhere was thankful I had taken that option to be cleaned out and given a drug before the show to keep me from pissing myself.  Saved from embarrassing myself one last time, despite the silly thought it wouldn't matter for long.  The sensations of my body tingling numbly as I felt my consciousness slip back... it seemed like I could feel everything at once.  The heat of the sun beating on that black hood.  The cold breeze upon my cum dripping penis.  The curl of my webbed toes as they flex high above the crowd.  My heart racing and pounding in my dying chest as my lungs give out.  Those beautiful sparkles of light in my oxygen deprived brain, leading me as they grow so brilliantly white.  Everything fading to that pretty white...

	The poor otter finally gave a last shudder and relaxed into unconsciousness.  The cheering deafening in the audience, nearly nine minutes of flailing feet and twisting tail.  He held on to the very end, and now finally his body stills a few moments later.  Limp and relaxed, that pink arousal so very stiff in the breeze as he sags in the rope's embrace.  The wolf grinning as he admires his handiwork, before he walks down the steps again to polite applause at another wonderful sacrifice.
