A pair of spotlights shined down upon the center of the empty room, the white walls clean and bright.  The floor slopes gently to a drain set in the center of this industrial looking room.  A variety of cameras are setup throughout the room, recording as a large number of various technicians set up a sturdy, simple gallows pole in the center of the room.  A pair of binding loops are placed, awaiting beneath the trapdoor as well.  There's a quiet hush of nervous anticipation for the first shows.

The cameras quietly buzz and shift to bring the first subjects into focus.  A slender, naked fennec demon walks along side a rather nervous looking wolftaur.  The hermaphrodite's bright red and white stripes and dark wings are an exotic balance to the simple grays and browns of the muscular male wolf.  A black collar marks the wolf as a slave toy for any use one wanted, such as in this case he will be  a subject for a snuff video.  His yellow eyes are wide as he looks up at the tall gallows above, the trapdoor left open as he's lead slowly beneath the structure.  He blinks confused for a moment as he looks up to the support bar far above him, while the fox demon's red eyes just glitter with lustful intent.  Shi gives the doomed wolf taur a little kiss before unstrapping his collar, signaling his imminent demise as he gives a quiet, helpless whimper, his one tail wagging amid the many tails of the kitune demon.

The vixendemon turns to smile to the primary camera, set at eye level for the audience, hir nude form showing a definite arousal with hir four breasts and a slim, stiff, black maleness.  Hir bat wings give a flutter as shi begins the explanation, “now many watching the various snuff demonstration videos at home have sent me one question more so than any other.  Aside from of course, when this battyvix will get hir turn for an execution?  That will be a surprise, but the real question being, how do I hang a taur?”

Shi turns to the poor slave toy, watching him blush furiously pink in the ears, trying to shyly hide a growing arousal between his hind legs.  Hir grin widens between fangs as shi looks over the newest volunteer shi has picked, continuing the explanation “and so to demonstrate, we've picked out three taurs of varying body styles to help give you home players some pointers.  Taurs have unique anatomy and can make a very exotic showing, but that same exoticness leads to some trouble that can end a good show much too early”

Shi steps closer, the slave taur standing tall and proud as he watches anxiously.  Hir hands wrap around his big, non anthro rump, reaching around to give his stiff sheath a good tugging and making the poor male whine in pleasure.   His erection exposed from his sheath as shi purrrs happily, savoring the sweetly musky scents of arousal they both give off.  Turning hir head to the camera even as shi continues to masturbate the wolf slowly, shi rests hir head on his thighs and rump.  “Now those into taurs tend to enjoy one thing above else, their big, sexy, non anthro' haunches.  But these cute butts do tend to have one problem with most normal hanging shows, and that is they weigh a lot.”  The wolf gives a  hurt look for a moment, glaring back and sticking his tongue out as the vixen continues “but with a little bit of work you can keep this from happening.”

The scene cuts to a view of a centaur, proudly bound in chains, whinnying and stomping his feet on a gallows to a cheering crowd.  With a clatter the door opens, and there is a muffled yell as the rope grasps his neck.  His big hind legs swing out, following then there's a distinct crack sound.  The poor male jerks out abruptly, head twisted awkwardly, then  he slumps and stills.  Back and forth he limply continues, having snapped his own neck with his weight.  The crowd begins to boo as the show ends just as quickly as it had started for the public execution, the hangman slinking off in embarrasment.

“Now of course, we wouldn't want that to happen for your shows, so we'll give you the lowdown on how to get the most out of your taur toys” shi gives a sultry wink as shi explains, camera back on her, with the wolf's erection now oozing slick with precum, obviously still having been fondled in the meantime.  His tail wagging quickly now, eyes closed, enjoying what he was bred for.  “Taur butts in a normal drop will swing out, causing a lot of weight to shift suddenly.  This means you can't just tie 'em up and hang them like a normal anthro'.  So instead, you have to get a little creative...”

Shi stops fondling the wolf toy to gather up a pair of ankle cuffs, sitting down before the wolf taur's front.  “now for the first showing, we're going to show the easiest way to lynch a taur and get some showing out of it.  Now obviously one can just slowly raise the rope, but that can cause some trouble in the time it takes for their hindlegs to leave the ground if the victim begins to panic.  So we're going to apply a slight variation of that for this demonstration.”   Shi pulls each cuff around his ankles, watching his toes curl and grow tense at the cold metal clicks firmly into place.  Each end going onto the supports below, binding him with just enough slack to add a little struggle to the show.

Shi stands up to kiss the wolf's cheeks, nuzzling him as shi guides his hands back gently behind him. “Now paws behind you dear,”  shi insists, the wolf taur squirming steadily now as he pants quickly.  His arousal dripping as his wrists are cuffed, the click of metal loud in the quiet room.  He gives both his legs and arms an experimental tugging, only a little slack to move them.  His heart races as he pants, knowing he's only moments away from his deadly show.  The succubus herm stepping back, admiring the handiwork as the taur paces the small area his bound fore legs will let him.  His tail lashing nervously as the executioner gathers up his noose, staring wide at the heavy rope.

The vixen grunts as shi lifts the rope, carefully pulling around the grey and white fur of the wolf's neck.  His breath races as the rough fabric scratches against his thick neck, drawn securely around his head.  The muscular taur whining like a puppy as he's slowly bound with the object of his execution.  The executioner calmly continuing hir discussion to the camera “A big, heavy rope is needed of course, as taurs are often much heavier than a simliar sized anthro'.  Nothing more embarrasing than snapping a rope before an audience.”  Shi hooks the end of the rope to a loop above, fitting it to a winch “We're cheating here, as we have a powerful winch setup to lift all that weight.  But we only need to lift just enough to get his forepaws off the air in this case, so a counterweight or several volunteers could work too”

The wolf taur looks up with nervous lust at the rope looped above him.  A small weight sensor was hooked up to give an idea for those at home how much his neck is being strained.  The fennec's many tails soon flit off camera as he paws nervously.  A moment later he yips loudly as the quiet whine of the winch motor began.  The slack in his rope being pulled with a steady, lethal motion.  He stands tall and proud as he can while the rope tugs his neck, a quiet creaking as the rope embraces his weight.  His forepaws tense and paw at the bindings, jerking and clattering the chains.  Slowly his forepaws lift up a few inches, bound by the cuffs as he begins to strangle in earnest.  A glob of pre oozes and jets from his bouncing, crimson cock, the wolf's muscles ripple uselessly against his bindings.  Those watching the weight meter at home can watch it steadily rise until it peaks at 200 pounds.

The taur's hindlegs begin to dance along the ground, swaying his butt before the camera back and forth.  stiff maleness throbbing and oozing between them as the strangling wolf struggles to find release from the tight rope.  His claws clicking along the tiled floor as they scrape and claw, only able to lazily turn around his tightly held forepaws.  He mouths for air before the camera, tongue dangling from lips as he drools, unable to get a gasp of air in.  His knot bulges up lazily with his racing pulse, while forepaws are held firmly up a few inches from the ground.  The chains clatter with each jerk of his body,  eyes wide as asphyxiation begins to steal the color from his lips and ears.

With a thump those big hindlegs sprawl to the ground, scraping desperately as the tightly bound wolf begins to succumb to suffocation.  His big hind paws pedal desperately for life, showing off his two chests straining for air they can't get.  His erection exposed to the camera as it begins to twitch and pulse his semen all over his belly and the floor in sticky gushes.  His head tosses and strains, just tightening the heavy rope as he drools further down his chin.  Eyes rolling back with pleasure and pain as he finally begins to relax in the fatal grasp of the noose.

His struggles are quickly slowing now, body rippling softly at times as he begins to grow more slack in that tight garrote.  His head bobs weakly as his climax fades, leaving cum all over his lower belly and hindlegs as he struggles in the sticky cum.  After a long moment he seems to almost give up, then his hips jerk as he suddenly begins to twist with a newfound vigor.  A small, bitter stream of piss begins to trickle from him, losing control of his bladder before the cameras in his last moments of life.  The steady stream of hot urine flows over his white belly, staining his fur as he gives a last few weak jerks from that last bit of humiliation.  Finally he sags in the rope's embrace, dribbles the last of his bladder unconsciously, the rope holding him securely to claim his life.

His body gives a few faint tiwtches for several more minutes, the smell of cum and urine strong in the air as he finally stills.  The poor wolf expired in his own piss and cum, eyes lidded back, tongue fat and heavy from blue lips.  Slowly the vixen demon returns to kiss those cooling lips, admiring the embarrassing position of the wolf's last moments.  “As you can see, it can make a nicely messy show if one wishes, you may want your taurs to relieve themselves first if you don't want the added humiliation.  Be sure to set down plastic if you don't want the ground beneath to be soiled.  And that will conclude this demonstration, be sure to check the others in the series.”

