	The Demonstration

A red and black striped lizard stretched out as he peered about the party.  It seemed that there were furs of all ages, shapes and styles here, and of course a variety of means to enjoy one's last night with them.  Ar'iat's parties were infamous for being the best ways to end one's night, but FurX was uncertain really what it was he wanted to do him in this night.

There was always a noose, but already a handsome buck had filled one of the serveral that dangled on stage.  His graceful dance had earned quite an applause from the party.  And now he just dangled, limp and serene as decoration, still erect even in death. He supposed the buck could use some more company, but the lizard had filled the stage's nooses the last couple of parties he had been to.

As he pondered his options a certain little red and white striped fennec demon sauntered up to the bemused FurX.  The host Ar'iat grinning hir fangs at the taller reptile, “Well now, I seem to recall seeing you here at earlier parties, it's nice to meet you when you're not being the meat.”

FurX flushed a bit as the owner of the party sized him up with hir red eyes, “Oh, um, thank you, always glad to put on a bit of a show, I'm just uncertain what I'd like to do tonight.”

Ar'iat slid closer, letting paws brush the leather vest he wore, “Well,” shi whispered in his ear, “I am looking for a volunteer for a unique garrote chair, perhaps you'd like to go out in comfort tonight”

“Comfortable?” FurX questioned as he shivered, feeling those hands wander over his clothes and scales with teasing brushes, “You have my attention now, so what do you need from me?”

“Just an open mind and a willingness to end up like the buck I just saw you admiring.” Ar'iat was grinning up to the taller lizard, “I'm sure it'll be just your style too.  Let me go get the device onto the stage, and I'll meet you there”

FurX really didn't have a chance to really respond, a multitude of swishing tails facing him as the little fennec demon skipped off to the backstage area.  He bit his lip, uncertain what strange fate was awaiting him, but at least it will be an entertaining night.  At least for what little time remains of his night at this party.

FurX walked up to the stage, noticing a few of the party goers starting to gather before it as they suspected the host was up to something.  It seemed to be more nerve-wracking to have the growing crowd watch him than worry about what way Ar'iat would end his life.  Of couse, dying was pretty easy when you think about it, and FurX had plenty of practice there as he paced impatiently for the little imp of a fennec to return.

It was a few minutes more before the small fennec returned, pushing a rather large leather recliner in along with her.  It would have looked like any other recliner if it didn't have a winch built into the back.  Ok, perhaps most don't have the restraining straps built into the arm and foot rests.  Although if they did they'd probably be softly padded to be comfortable and usable like these ones were.  FurX helped move the padded leather chair to the center stage for the herm to explain what shi's up to, eying the  other straps placed at hip and chest levels on the chair.

“So what is it you've brought in here?”  FurX peered over to the little demon as they pushed the wheel locks down in place.  There'd be no rolling away in his final struggles here, as that'd be rather embarrassing for both of them.

Ar'iat took hir time, pushing the recliner back to extend the foot rest and lock it in place, “It's just a nice recliner garrote chair, so you don't always have to die in discomfort.  Well, any more discomfort aside from the whole strangling to death thing.”  Shi grinned as shi leered over at the lizard who will be testing it, adjusting it's height for FurX with what appeared to be practiced grace.

FurX smiled more, his tail lashing as his pants started to tent.  Running a paw along the straps curiously, “And I'll help you show how it works, break it in perhaps?”

“Well, you'll be broken in it at least,” Ar'iat winked back, “and I think we're ready here, if you are ready to have your night be ended.”

FurX nodded as Ar'iat took center stage for a moment, “Well now, you're all wondering what's up here.  I'm just going to do a little testing of my Lay-Z-Snuff recliner garrote chair, and the handsome lizard FurX here is going to test it.  How about a round of applause for our brave volunteer while I get him ready.”

FurX blushed more as the crowd applaused, especially when the little demon went right to unceremoniously stripping his pants off.  His crimson arousal proudly stiff, revealing his lust for having the machine take his life.

His vest was slid off next as the lizard stretched out his lithe, muscular form to the cheers of the audience.  The lewd little demoness host traced hir fingers upon his arousal, eliciting a quiet moan from the squirming lizard volunteer.  FurX was nudged back to the soft black leather of the seat by soft fondles.  FurX biting his lip as he finally sat down on the soft chair, squirming to get comfy on the leather recliner.

It was as comfy as advertised, the leather cool on his scales and the padding quite soft as he shifted and settled.  He settled his on the armrests and kicked his feet onto the footrest to await the padded clasps to be cinched shut.  His tail wriggled between his legs, amused there was even an adjustable groove setup for that.  He lidded his eyes as he felt the herm demoness clasp his legs down.  The soft padding didn't fully hide the firm leather strap that have locked him into the deadly garrote chair.

Though if all garrote chairs were this comfy, he could get used to this.  He was half watching the lewd demoness tug the strap around his waist while shi teased his jutting maleness with fingertips.  Then his wrists were bound down firmly, tight enough to make his fingers tingle.  FurX was breathing deeper when his chest was pulled back against the chair, the soft padding masking the strength of the binding straps.  He was helpless now except to wriggle in the taut straps, although curious where the noose was.

Ar'iat helped demonstrate that part as she lifted his head to slide a sleek, velvety noose out from beneath the pillow he rested on.  It was just a simple loop of fabric hooked into a metal eyelet at the end then a real noose.  No knot to get tangled up in the pillow or push up against a neck awkwardly.  There was even a slit in the soft headrest for the rope so he can remain comfy while his life gets strangled away.  FurX nuzzled the silky rope as it was guided down his cheeks, then taking in a deep breath when it settled about his finely scaled neck.  It won't be long at all before he meets the buck's fate.

Ar'iat kissed the doomed lizard's nose, “Time to go to sleep, handsome.”  Shi walked down his bound form, fingers brushing his muscular chest and dripping prick with playful tickles.  Stroking his thighs as they squirmed helplessly and enjoying the sight of his tail lashing nervously.  Though the volunteer tried to put on a brave face about his predicament.  Her hands wandered back up his body as shi walked around to the other side of him, to tease the helpless lizard a little more before he gets strangled for the audience.  The fennec enjoying the soft moans and whimpers from the lizard when her fingers tickle his ballsac. FurX obviously enjoying the touches as his maleness dripped precum onto his lap.  Another long moan as his neck is teased by her claws, bared by the smooth fabric's snug hold against the recliner.

Alas, the show must go on, and FurX needed to get going on to the thereafter.  Ar'iat flipped a switch switch on the back of the chair, only heard by the lizard as he tensed.  The whinch whined up slowly, the noise gently amplified to best announce the death sentence of the occupant who was  sitting in the chair.  FurX's long tail started lashing for a moment with nervousness, then it thrashed wildly as the rope bit down around his neck.  The reel rolling the rope in as FurX's head tossed about, the crowd watching intently as the loop of fabric tightened and pinched his throat visibly shut.  Soon the lizard was silenced, even his final wheezing breath cut off as he started to jerk in his binding straps.

His eyes open wide as he mouthed for air like a fish out of water, the room growing silent as the whinch's whine died down.  A click heard as it locked the rope in it's lethal place.  The lizard's tongue was pushed out past his lips by the rope's uncaring grasp.  Unable to breath, his head  pounded with his heartbeat as FurX watched the lights above him.  His arousal twitched, revealing his lust for it even as muscles tensed and jerked fitfully in the instinctive struggles for air.  The gentle pressure in his lungs steadily grew more urgent as everyone watched with hush breaths, their anticipation as blatant as his asphyxiation.

The lizard's scales darkened, while his cheeks grew plump and his tongue began to bulge.  The poor lizard's eyes were wide as he felt the burning euphoria of asphyxiation in his head and chest.  He began to buck, firm motions held down by equally firm straps, FurX struggling with the ache of lust in his loins as well.  His arousal twitched, ballsac pulled taut, the dying male lost in the throes of mingling pleasure and pain.  His tail lashed about wildly, smacking the leather with satisfying slaps.  A ryhthmic sound of slaps and creaks from the straps made a sort of music as his life ebbed steadily.  A dance of life and death held in restraints, as the lizard realized with satisfaction he would not escape from the chair's deadly hold.

FurX's eyes are bloodshot as they begin to roll back.  All he can see are dancing sparks in his vision and the glittering afterimages from the lights above, sparkling little faeries ready to take his life away.  He shuddered at the sensation of yawning blackness that awaited him, driving him into his final pleasure.  Arcs of white seed splashed onto his black belly as he jerked impressively, thumping the chair in the dying spasms of a male's final orgasm.  His muscles rippled under handsome scales one more time for the crowd's approval.  A few whimpered moans from the audience hinted that more than just the lizard found themselves pushed over into climax by the sight.

He slumped back as his orgasm faded along with the last of his strength.  His Head lolled to the side as his fat tongue drooled down his chin.  FurX's eyes blankly gazing at the lights as darkness engulfed him.  His tailtip flicked about, little jerks and twitches that ran up his nude body.  But his bloated, dark cheeks showed that he was at the end of his life.  His chest strained to rise once more, failing as finally even his tail stopped it's helpless twitches.  The once handsome lizard was now just a pile of meat strapped down to the chair, still locked in the deadly pressure about his neck by the multitude of straps.

FurX can no longer hear the rousing applause, but Ar'iat bows for the dead lizard's cheers in his place.  Hir skirt tented but not cum-stained as many males, females, and herms in the audience would later reveal.  The lizard will remain in the chair for the night, to let people gaze over his ruined form as he cooled.  Perhaps to examine how the deadly device he occupied would work on their own.  Maybe even encourage another to take over his seat later.  For now he will be the toast of the night, even if he can no longer enjoy the honor.
