	The Demonstration

The 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 to this night end for him.

There was the noose, but already a handsome buck had filled one of te serveral on stage.  His graceful dance had earned quite an applause from the party.  And now the buck just decorated one of the stages, his elegant form all limp and still. He supposed the buck could use some more company, but the lizard had filled the stage's nooses the last couple parties already.

As he pondered his options a certain red and white striped little fennec demon sauntered up to the bemused FurX.  The host Ar'iat grinned 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 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 tonight.”

Ar'iat slid closer, letting paws brush the 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 heated brushes, “You have my attention now, so what will it be?”

“Just an open mind and a willingness to end up like that 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, shall I meet you there”

FurX didn't have a chance to really respond, met by a multitude of swishing tails as the little fennec demon skipped off to the backstage area.  He bit his lip, uncertain what strange fate awaited him, but at least it will be an entertaining night.  For what little time will remain of his night at the party.

FurX walked up to the stage, noticing a few of the party goers starting to assemble as they suspected the host was up to something.  It seemed to be more nerve-wracking to watch the crowd turn to watch him then the thought of what he'll actually go through.  FurX left on stage to awkwardly shift his feet in impatience, waiting for that strange fennec demon and hir stranger devices to return to the stage.

It was a few minutes before the small fennec returned, pushing a rather large recliner in along with her.  It would have looked like any other recliner if it didn't have that winch built into the back.  And perhaps the straps on the arms and foot rests, softly padded to be comfortable and usable.  FurX helping move the padded leather chair to the center stage for the herm to explain what shi's up to, eying the more subtle straps at hip and chest levels.

“So what is it you've brought in here?”  FurX peered up to the little demon as they pushed the wheel locks 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 rests and lock it in place.  “Just a nice, recliner garrote chair, you don't always have to die in discomfort... well, more discomfort then the whole dying thing.”  Shi grinned as shi leered over at the lizard who will be testing it, adjusting it's height for FurX.

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 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, and this handsome lizard FurX here is going to test it.  How about a round of applause while I get him ready.”

FurX flushed more as the crowd applaused, especially when the little demon went right to stripping his pants off.  Showing off his crimson arousal to the crowd and his lust to be in that deadly device.

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

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

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

Ar'iat helped demonstrate that part, lifting his head to slide a sleek, velvety noose out from beneath the pillow.  It was more a simple loop of fabric hooked into a metal eyelet at the end.  No noose to get tangled up in the pillow or buldge against a neck.  There was even a slit in the soft headrest so he can remain comfy while his life gets strangled away.  FurX nuzzled the silky rope as it was slid down his cheeks, then taking in a deep breath as it settled about his finely scaled neck.  It won't be long at all until 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 tracing his muscular chest and dripping prick with delicate brushes.  Brushing his thighs as they squirmed helplessly, and enjoying the sight of his tail lashing with concern even while he tried to serenely close his eyes and put on a brave face for the crowd.  Her hands wandering back up his body as shi walked around the other side, to tease the helpless lizard a little more before he's strangled for the audience.  The fennec enjoying the soft moans and whimpers when her fingers roll his virile orbs, and FurX obviously enjoying the touches as his maleness dripped pre.  A moan from both as his neck is teased, bared by the smooth fabric's snug grip.

But all shows have to have an ending, and FurX's ending was abuot to start.  Ar'iat flipped a subtle switch on the back of the chair.  The whinch whined up slowly, the noise perhaps a little amplified to best announce the death sentence of the occupant within the chair.  FurX's long tail lashing a moment with nervousness, then thrashing as the rope bit down around his neck.  The reel visibly moving as FurX's head tossed about, the crowd watching intently as the loop of fabric tightened and pinched visibly about his throat.  Soon the lizard was silenced, even his final wheezing breaths 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 silent as the whinch's motor whine die down.  Locking the rope in it's lethal place as the lizard's tongue was pushed past his lips.  Unable to breath, his head was pounding with his heartbeat.  His arousal twitched, revealing his lust even as muscles tense and jerked fitfully in instinctive struggles for air.  The gentle pressure in his lungs slowly grew more urgent as he peered at the lights above.  All he could look at as stars and after images danced in his vision.  While everyone watched with hush breaths, the anticipation as blatant as the arousals being played with.

The lizard's scales darkened, his cheeks grew plump and his tongue was soon bulging, the poor lizard's eyes wide as he felt the burning euphoria of asphyxiation in his head and chest.  He began to buck, firm motions held in by equally firm straps, struggling with the ache in his loins as well.  His arousal twitched visibly, ballsac pulled taut, the dying male lost in pleasure and pain.  His tail was lashing wildly, slapping the leather with satisfying smacks.  A ryhthmic sound of slaps and creaks, music for the instinctive thrashes of life FurX gave as the unrelenting noose choked him.  A dance of life and death he knows he won't escape from, the realization just pleasing him more.

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

He slumps as his orgasm faded with the last of his strength.  Head lolled to the side and his fat tongue drooling.  FurX's eyes blankly gazing in the distance past the crowd as that darkness engulfs him.  His tailtip flicked about, little jerks and twitches that ran up his nude body.  But his bloated, dark cheeks show he was at his end, dark tongue peeking from his half open mouth.  His chest strains to rise once more, failing as finally even his tail stopped jerking.   The once handsome lizard now was a pile of meat strapped to the chair, still locked in the deadly pressure about his neck by a multitude of straps.

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