License Denied

by A. P. Damien and Roxanne Rider

Note: Another story in this same universe, License Revoked, will be appearing next month.

Roxanne got off the plane from Heathrow and got into line for immigration. The line moved fairly fast, and Roxanne soon found herself at one of the 20 desks for non-US citizens. The vixen presented her passport and H-4 visa.

The immigration clerk looked over the paperwork. He flipped the pages and put an entry stamp on the first blank page, then handed it back.

"Welcome to the United States of America. Baggage claim is that way."

"Thank you."

Roxanne put her passport back in her purse. Her two bags were already going around the carousel. She picked them up. There were two lists on the wall: the first listed prohibited items, the second specified what could be brought in without paying duty. The vixen studied them carefully, then went through the door marked Nothing to Declare, where she found more desks. She walked up to one and presented her application for a NYC respiration license to the clerk.

Application for Respiration License United States of America, Department of Health Name: Roxanne Rider Address: Hampshire, UK Phone: 489-555-1215 Date of Birth: 01/February/1982 Age: 36 Gender: Cis-female General Health: Very good Known Health Problems: none List any permanent disabilities: none License type requested: Permanent immigrant If over age 21, attach 2 letters of recommendation Attach recent photograph (4"x5") Date of physical exam: TBA Physician's signature: I (print name) understand that any untruths on this form are cause for immediate and permanent revocation of license to breathe_._ Roxanne Rider Date: 21 November, 2017

The clerk studied the application, then picked up another stamp, pressed it across the middle of the application, and gave it back. Roxanne looked at it. DENIED in red letters nearly 2 cm high. Her brush drooped.

"Denied...? But... Why?

"Because you're over 35 and haven't had an exam to show you are in good enough condition to justify your continued consumption of precious air."

"I couldn't get an appointment. There's a three week waiting list."

"Not my problem, ma'am," the marten said. "I can issue you a 1-day temporary so you can put your affairs in order and arrange for the termination of your choice. Or we can take care of you right here: just go through that door and remove your clothes."

"I... I'll need a 1-day, please."

The marten typed a few things on his console. There was a short delay, then a buzzing sound. He took a card from the machine, picked up a small information booklet, and gave them to Roxanne. The card had the information from her application, including a good copy of her photo, and an expiration date of 11:59PM 1/22/2219. The booklet summarized the rules for respiration licenses in bureaucratese, and gave a list of official termination locations. The options at the JFK T-port location were:

• hanging (short drop)
• manual strangulation
• ligature strangulation
• plastic bag
• water tank The booklet also mentioned "unofficial" locations.

Most major department stores and shopping malls provide termination services for a small fee. These locations often offer additional options, such as a guillotine, a gas chamber, an electric chair, or a bullet in the brain.

The pamphlet gave several dozen addresses for those services, with a warning: This list is based on information available when this book was edited on September 5, 2218. Contact individual locations to make sure that the service you desire is still available.

Roxanne scanned the list quickly, then asked the clerk, "Can I discuss this with a friend and let you know tomorrow?"

"The department will be expecting electronic notification from wherever you get your termination done, no later than 11:59PM tomorrow."

The marten took his cap off, and smiled. "If you want to avoid pain, I'd choose one of the places that offers a bullet. If you want to maximize your pleasure, I'd suggest you go for ligature strangulation by your boyfriend, friend with benefits, or fuckbuddy. If you don't have one who will help you out, some of those places offer professional sexecutioners"

"Thank you... I guess." Roxanne headed for her best friend's home. The two of them considered the options. "I dunno, Amy. I'm not sure what would be best for me, but I'm drawn toward hanging."

"That would work. If you stand on a chair, I could lick you until you're ready to have the chair removed."

"I'm not sure. I was thinking of something more dignified. Professional, even. Thanks for helping me with this, though."

"Professional. Then I think you should go for Bloomingdales or Saks."

"I was going to use the city one. It's free."

"Oh, right. Would you like me to go with you?"

"Only if you have time. It would be good to have a friendly face." Roxanne hesitated, then asked, "What time is best for you?

"How about now?" Amy asked.

"Oh... Okay... I guess I should get it over with."

"That's the girl!" Amy brought up the Uber app on her phone. A car arrived a few minutes later. The trip to the Department of Respiration's main office took about 15 minutes. The genet paid the driver, plus a good tip, then walked into the office with Roxanne. Roxanne went to the information desk and picked up a termination form. She filled it out and took it to the "Terminations" window.

The cacomistle behind the window checked them over. "Okay. You can go behind that screen to remove your clothes. Your friend can take them home or donate them to the poor or whatever. Then come out here and I'll get you noosed up."

Roxanne was shocked. "I have to be naked?"

"Yes, I'm afraid you do."

Roxanne looked down at the floor as she stepped behind the curtain and stripped off her clothes. She folded them and stacked them neatly. She wondered about her shoes, then noticed a sign: Permitted wear for Terminations: decorative rings, bracelets, anklets, and belts, shoes -- other than athletic shoes -- nylon stockings.

With a soft "gulp", the vixen removed her panties and added them to the stack, then stepped back into her heels. She hesitated briefly, then walked back out, her arms crossed over her breasts.

The clerk glanced at her. "Hands behind you, please."

Roxanne clasped her hands behind her back. The cacomistle took a short piece of rope and tied her wrists tightly together. Roxanne gasped and squirmed, but could not get her wrists loose. The clerk took another length and slipped it around her elbows, drawing them as close together as possible without dislocating her shoulders.

"That's right. Nice and tight. We wouldn't want you grabbing the noose, that would be embarrassing.

And this isn't embarrassing? Roxanne thought.

"Good. Now just step up on this box."

The box was only about a foot high. Roxanne stepped up on it, teetering a little with her arms behind her. "How long will it take?" she asked. "Will it hurt?"

"I'm afraid it will hurt at first. But I'm told that most hangees have really nice orgasms after the first minute or two. According to the official charts, the average time is 5 minutes to unconsciousness, 15 to 20 minutes to cessation of heartbeat."

Roxanne nodded, her heart racing with fear.

The cacomistle looked at her. "It'll be easier if you're not afraid. Take a few deep breaths to calm down. Really, this won't take long."

Roxanne nodded again, and breathed in deep, then out. Three more times, letting each one out slowly, as the clerk gestured to indicate the right speed. The cacinustke reached out with one foot and slid a plastic step stool over. He got up on it, grabbed the rope and pulled the noose open. "Close your eyes for a couple of seconds."

Roxanne squeezed her eyes shut, and the clerk slipped the noose over her head and adjusted it snug around her neck. "Okay, you can open them."

Roxanne opened her eyes and looked at the room. She was very conscious of the weight of the rope around her neck. "I'm scared."

"Deep breaths. Slow. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out."

Roxanne followed the clerk's advice, trying to keep calm.

The cacomistle stepped down again, drew his foot back, and without warning gave the box a solid shove. It slid cleanly out from under Roxanne's feet.

The vixen was in the middle of exhaling when it happened. She felt her feet shoved forward with the box, and for a moment thought she was going to fall down. There was a sharp and painful tug and jerk as the noose pulled tightly closed. Roxanne opened her mouth to scream, but only a quiet gasp came out. She hung still a few seconds, absorbing the reality of what was happening to her.

The cacomistle spoke to her in a slow, quiet voice. "That's good. Think sexy thoughts. The most beautiful man or girl or whatever is caressing you in all the right places. It's so sexy."

Roxanne heard his voice through the panicked thoughts whirling in her head. The tone was soothing.

"It's okay, Roxanne," Amy said. "Try to relax, sweetie."

Roxanne's lungs burned. Her diaphragm strained, trying to draw in air. The clerk watched quietly, all his attention on the vixen. Roxanne began to struggle, her instincts taking over, her feet stretching out, trying to reach the box. It was only three feet away, but it might as well have been a mile.

Roxanne gagged desperately, the pain in her lungs almost unbearable. Her eyes grew wide with panic.

"It's okay, Roxanne," the clerk said. "Just a little while until you get used to it, then it will be good."

Roxanne's legs pedaled at the air. Her vision seemed to grow darker, all the colors draining away. She blinked, her struggles growing weaker.

The clerk glanced at Amy. "I think she's ready to be touched now." The genet-girl nodded. The clerk reached out a finger to caress Roxanne's clit. Roxanne's hands twisted in the ropes, but couldn't get loose. The clerk put one hand on her thigh to steady her, then started stimulating her clit with the other. He reached inside her with one finger, checking her arousal. She was wet inside. He put two fingers into her cunt and felt for her g-spot.

Roxanne's panic gradually subsided at the familiar pleasure from her center. Without thinking about it, she thrust her hips forward.

"That's it, Roxy. Enjoy it, darling," Amy said.

The cacomistle, his tail standing high, worked another finger in, filling Roxy's cunt, and rubbed her g-spot hard, his thumb flicking her clit. Roxy heard his voice, seeming to come from far away. "There, I told you it would be good. Just relax and let it happen."

Roxy blinked, feeling her body's reaction to the fingers inside her.

"Sexy girl Roxanne," the clerk said, "kicking here and getting the thrill of a lifetime. Isn't this nice? Isn't it better than a guillotine or a bullet in the head?"

Roxanne couldn't really understand the words, but she got that she was being praised as she began sliding down toward unconsciousness. Her brush extended straight behind her. She felt the pleasure building inside and began to struggle again, but for a different reason. She wanted more... rougher... she wanted it never to end.

"Yes, that's right. Feel the pleasure. Isn't it good? Aren't you just the sexiest girl in the room? And you're going to have such a big cum, I know it."

Roxanne gagged slightly as she felt the orgasm building. She thrust her hips, pushing herself against the clerk's fingers.

"You're doing so well, sweetie," Amy said.

"Why don't you imagine it's my cock inside you. Just a few seconds more and I'll squirt my sperm into you, my baby-making juice. Wouldn't that be nice? Is that hot?"

"Just let go... like a good little vixen-slut," Amy cooed, smiling as she watched Roxanne swaying in the noose.

The vixen made more strangled gagging noises as she began to cum. The clerk rubbed as hard as he could, like a cock plunging in and out of Roxanne's cunny. Surely it would spurt in a few seconds... "Shhh.... Good girl... Let go..."

The orgasm washed over Roxanne in waves. She would scream if she could. Her whole body stiffened as she came.

The clerk felt Roxanne's cunt squeeze his fingers. "Cumming inside you now. Squirting hot spooge deep inside your cunt and up into your womb."

It seemed to Roxanne that she could feel hot cum pumping into her dying body. She stiffened a final time, her body going rigid for almost a full minute while the clerk finger-fucked her, giving her the benefit of the hundreds of terminations he had assisted.

Roxanne's body relaxed slowly as she slipped into unconsciousness. The clerk kept rubbing her a little longer, until he was sure she was completely out. Then he stepped back and waited.

Roxanne swung gently now, slowly, back and forth. "Is she dead," Amy asked.

The cacomistle took Roxanne's wrist and checked for a pulse. There was none. "Yes. She's gone. But we have to leave her up there for a full hour to be sure."

"She does look gorgeous, doesn't she."

"Yep."

"Thank you for helping Roxanne in her final moments."

"My job and my pleasure. Come see me if you ever get into a similar situation. I'll be glad to make your last moment enjoyable."

"I'll remember that." Amy grabbed a piece of paper and wrote her phone number on the back. "Here. Give me a call sometime, maybe."

The cacomistle smiled as he folded the paper and put it in his shirt pocket. "I will. But I've got to get back to my station now."

"Sure. Bye." the genet turned and walked out of the office, bringing up the Uber app as she walked.