License Revoked
Livia has been convicted of smoking in a public elevator, and her breathing license has been revoked. She is given 7 days to "take care of it".
by A. P. Damien
"All rise."
Livia Southers and her lawyer stood up, along with the court clerk, the jury, and the twenty or so spectators behind the railing. The judge came in and sat down.
"Be seated." The bailiff paused. "Department 31 of the Supreme Court of the State of New York, City of New York, is now in session, the honorable Skyler Frost presiding."
Everybody sat down and looked expectantly at the judge.
"Mr. Foreman, have you reached a unanimous verdict?"
The foreman, an elderly springbok in a business suit, stood up. "We have, your honor."
"What is your verdict"
"In the matter of the People of the State of New York vs. Livia Southers, on the charge of Felony Tobacco Use, we find the defendant guilty."
"Miss Banks, do you have your breathing license with you?"
"Yes, your honor."
"Bring it up here." The judge paused while Livia fished her license out of her purse and walked up to the judge's raised desk, then went on. "The jury has found you guilty of smoking cigarettes in a hotel elevator. You have polluted an enclosed space and endangered other people who were using that elevator. Your license to breathe is hereby revoked. Give it to the clerk."
Livia turned to the clerk and put the license on his desk. The doe-bunny started to turn around, then hesitated and asked, "Revoked? My license is revoked? But..."
"The law allows you a 7 day grace period to get your affairs in order. Pick up your temporary license at the Department of Respiration on the second floor."
"What...?" Livia noticed a movement to her right. The clerk was offering her a printed card. She took it.
Department of Respiration Room 293 County Courthouse
9:00AM to 7:30PM, Monday through Friday 9:00AM to 12:30PM, Saturday
Livia returned to the defense table. "What do I do?" she asked the Public Defender who was handling her case.
"Report there to get your temporary license. Look, I have one more case. It's a plea bargain, so we should be done in 15 minutes or less. Then I'll go down there with you and walk you through it."
"Thank you," she murmured.
"Just go sit in the audience seats. I'll get you on my way out."
"Okay."
Livia got up and moved to the last row of seats. No license. She felt almost naked without it; she'd had one since the first day of Kindergarten.
"Next case," the clerk called out.
"People of the State of New York vs. David Petit. Charged with abuse of breathing privilege."
A ratboi, perhaps 20 years old, came got up from the front row and sat down in the chair that Livia had just vacated.
The PD stood up. "Deputy Public Defender Hugo Simms appearing for Defendant David Petit. The defendant waives reading and wishes to enter a guilty plea, your honor."
The young rat stood up. The judge looked at him. "Is it your intention to plead guilty and accept the punishment imposed by this court?"
"Yes it is, your honor."
"Very well."
The deputy DA stood up. "May we approach?"
"You may."
The DDA and the PD came and stood in front of the judge. The DDA handed the judge a sheet of paper. The judge read it, then looked at the defendant again.
"Mr. Petit, you have pled guilty to the crime of abusing your breathing privilege by sniffing glue. The prosecution has recommended leniency because this is your first offense. The court is inclined to go along with this recommendation. You are sentenced to stage two suspension of your breathing privilege. Report immediately to the Department of Respiration."
The clerk handed the rat a card that looked much like the one Livia had in her hand.
The judge banged his gavel. "Court is adjourned."
Simms got up and led David Petit over to Livia's chair. "I'll take you down there now."
"Thank you." Livia got up and followed the two males to the elevator. The llama pushed the down button. The doors opened a few seconds later; he escorted Livia and David Petit in. The "2" button was already glowing.
The elevator stopped at floors 5 and 3, then finally at 2. "This way," the llama said. Livia and the rat followed him out and down the corridor to a pair of glass doors.
293 Department of Respiration Licensing, Terminations, Appeals
The Public Defender pulled the right-side door open and held it for Livia, then he and Petit followed her into the room. It was large, well over 1500 square feet. There were several counters with multiple windows, waiting areas with rows of chairs. One area had several machines that Livia couldn't figure out. Most intimidating of all was an open area in the far corner of the room. Five nooses dangled from the ceiling. There were also four sturdy chairs with straps on the arms and legs.
"Just sit down for a couple of minutes while I take David over to serve his sentence." He led Petit over to the far corner. A clerk came over, looked at the rat's license, compared his face to the photo, and led him to a screened-off area. Petit disappeared behind the curtain, and emerged a few minutes later, completely naked, his shrunken penis limp between his legs.
"Hands behind you," the clerk said.
Petit complied, and the bandicoot cuffed his hands behind him, then led him to one of the waiting nooses. Petit stared nervously at it.
The clerk pulled the noose over Petit's head and set it snug with the knot at the left. He stepped away and pressed a button. There was a humming sound as the rope retracted. It took about 1 second before all the slack was used up; another second and the ratboi was in the air, his feet kicking desperately as they searched for something to stand on.
He kept this up for what seemed like forever, then his kicking grew weaker. At the same time, his penis began to swell, then to rise: 10° from vertical, then 20°, then 45°. Soon it was sticking straight out, and Petit's feet barely moved. His tail curled up behind him and a slow smile started to spread across his face.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!" A bell rang, the humming sound again, and Petit was lowered to the floor. He coughed as the noose loosened, staggered a step, then two before getting control of himself. The clerk went over, removed the noose, and unlocked the cuffs. The rat looked down at his cock, now standing up 45° above horizontal.
"Shit! Now what do I..."
The bandicoot pointed to the screened-off area. "There's tissues in there if you need them." Petit ran for the private area, coughed and stumbled, then disappeared behind the curtain again. He reappeared a good five minutes later, fully dressed, and doing his best to hide a satiated grin.
The llama came over. "It's okay, you've done your sentence, you can leave now. Just don't do it again."
"Man, is that supposed to be punishment?"
"Well, some people find they enjoy the first few minutes. But keep in mind: if you're caught again, it'll be a 4 minutes. And if you're caught a third time, it'll be eight minutes. That's about a 50-50 chance of dying. So be safe if you want to see your twenty-fifth birthday."
Petit looked more serious. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
"Just doing my job. Remember, no more glue, okay?"
"No, sir."
The llama patted Petit on the shoulder and came back to Livia. "Okay, let's get your paperwork taken care of. And I want to mention that I'm really sorry this happened. I really did all I could for you."
'Then why...?"
"This might not have happened if you'd put out your cigarette when that couple came in and asked you to stop smoking. That really made defending you hard. You came across as not just a lawbreaker, but as one who didn't care about other people's health."
"Oh."
Hugo led Livia over to the main section of the room, marked LICENSES, ISSUANCES, RENEWALS, TEMPORARY. An older klipspringer in a volunteer's uniform gave her a numbered card. Hugo and Livia sat down in hard plastic seats and waited. A few minutes later a voice called out Livia's number, and it flashed on overhead signs scattered around the room.
They got up and went to a window where a "next" sign was flashing. There was a female clerk behind the window, and a little desk sign in front of her read "Debby Martin".
"May I help you," the giraffe asked.
"She needs a temporary," Hugo said. "Livia Southers".
Ms. Martin typed on her keyboard and waited a few seconds. "Livia Southers. License revocation. Seven day temporary. Do you have identification?"
Livia thought about what she had to identify herself. Without the license...
"She had to turn it in to the court. I can identify her."
"Your name and relationship?"
"Hugo Simms. I'm her lawyer." Hugo handed his respiration license across the counter. The clerk glanced at it, typed a few keys. A sheet of paper appeared from a printer. She put it on the counter. "Do you swear, under penalty of perjury, that the person you are presenting is Livia Southers, recently convicted of smoking in a public elevator?"
Hugo held his right hand up. "I do so swear."
Ms. Martin glanced up at Livia's face, then back at her screen. "Okay, I provide the second identification." The giraffe opened the drawer next to her, pulled out a pre-printed form with the Department of Respiration logo on it, and inserted it into the printer. She pushed a button, the form disappeared into the printer and re-emerged a few seconds later.
"Sign here."
Livia signed the form and handed it back.
Ms. Martin countersigned the form, picked up a large stamp, inked it, and pressed it across the form. The Department's seal appeared in purple across the signatures.
"Here. Have a good day. And... I'm sorry. Good luck."
Have a good day? Livia thought, And what good does your "sorrow" do me? Good luck. Hah! But she took the license and tucked it in her purse.
Hugo gently patted Livia's hair. "Go home and think about where and when and how. Talk to your family. Do you have family nearby?"
"No. My father left when I was young, and my mother and sisters live across the country. An aunt in Philadelphia, but she's getting old and creaky."
"How about a friend? Can you call on a friend to be with you, help you talk it out? And you may not believe this, but sex helps. Anybody you can call on for that?"
"Heh. I've got a friend for that, yeah."
"Well, go home and distract yourself. Maybe rent a movie. Or go to see one. Even a Broadway show: not like you need money for much longer, right?"
"Uh... right."
"Okay, then."
Livia took the subway home. She sat down, prepared to cry herself to sleep, but found she actually felt a little better now that she actually had a breathing license again, even if only for the next week. She pulled out her phone and called Jayson. He answered on the third ring.
"You got Jayson."
"Hi, this is Livia. Can you come over for a little while?"
"I dunno. I got a lot of stuff to do around the apt. How about tomorrow?"
"Jayson, you're my friend with benefits, and I really need some benefits right now. And I mean need!"
"Okay, I'll come over and find out what the big deal is. And, yes, I'll give you some benefits. Always."
"Thanks."
Jayson showed up about 15 minutes later. "Hi, Livia. What's got you in an uproar?"
Livia showed him the temporary license.
"What's this mean? One week? Then what?"
"The jury found me guilty, and the judge revoked my breathing permit. This is a temporary, but I have to take my last breath no later than a week from now."
"Oh. That's... That suuucks!"
"Yeah, it does. So I need to know that somebody cares about me. That somebody will care when... when I'm gone."
"Livia. We've been friends -- close friends -- for over six years. With benefits for almost half of that. You goddamn betcha I'm gonna miss you, and not just the benefits."
"Thanks. I feel a little bit better for that. Now fuck me."
Jayson knew what Livia needed. The fennec grabbed her and kissed her, hard. Unbuttoned her blouse, reached in and unhooked her bra, then pulled it off and squeezed her breasts. Gently at first, then harder as she made appreciative noises. He pulled the blouse open and kissed her right nipple, then her left.
Livia reached out without even looking and pulled his sweater over his head, then did the same with his t-shirt. She ran her hands over his front, feeling his fine, soft fur and the warmth of his body.
Jayson unzipped Livia's skirt and pulled it off. He removed her shoes and kissed her toes, then kissed his way up her stockinged legs. The bunny spread her legs, inviting him to kiss her there, but instead he stood up and removed his shoes, socks, pants and boxers.
"Bed!"
Livia obediently got up and went to the bed, then lay down with her legs spread again. "Fuck me like you mean it!"
Jayson took her at her word. He knelt between her thighs and thrust into her, hard. He pounded in and out until she screamed her ecstasy, then flooded her cunt with his seed.
"Wow!" she said a few minutes later, when she could talk again.
"Yeah."
Jayson went into the kitchen, cooked two thick steaks -- one the way he liked it: rare with Sriracha, one medium with just salt for her. Conversation over dinner was desultory but comfortable. The subject of Livia's license did not come up.
After dinner they watched quiz shows, a sitcom, and a medical procedural. When Livia turned off the TV, Jayson said, "I'm going to stay with you tonight, and maybe the rest of the week, depending. I'm not leaving you alone until you reach a decision."
"Thank you." Livia kissed him. They fell asleep spooned together, more like lovers than FWBs.
Livia woke up the next morning to find Jayson watching TV with the sound off. "I've thought about your situation, and this is what I think," Jayson said. Livia looked at him expectantly. "You need to keep busy. Stay distracted for a day or two while your subconscious figures out what to do."
"Ummm... if you say so."
"I do. You can start by making breakfast. Anything you like, as long as there's enough for two."
"Yassss, Boss."
The fennec patted her on the cheek, then slapped her lightly on the bottom to send her off to the kitchen. She came back with waffles for two, bacon, and canned pears.
"Yum."
After breakfast, Jayson held Livia's head between his hands so she had to look him in the eyes. "In the interests of keeping you distracted..."
"Yes?"
"What you need is an old-fashioned orgy. Lots of drinking and drunken sex."
"I'd rather just stay in bed with you."
"Not enough distraction. You need a party that will give you a hangover and leave you both sore and satisfied."
"Whatever you say, meanie." Livia fisted his chin lightly.
"Exactly. I've got a little list here. You can cross off the name of anybody you don't want. The first three names are free, after that you have to add a name for each one you cross off. There needs to be at least eight people for a proper orgy."
"Whatever you say." Livia looked over the list of names. "Hey, you've got six femmes and only five males. If this is for me, there ought to be more men."
"There need to be some other women to keep the guys busy who aren't fucking you. And after a few glasses of wine you might want to try a femme or two."
"As if!" She concentrated on the list, then crossed off a name. "Sheila Stafford goes. She was a real bitch in high school. I've met her a couple of times and she hasn't improved any." Another strike-out, "Alban Winfield, he stinks. Literally." A few more seconds passed. "Add Wilburn Hewitt, he's hot."
"I've got his phone number."
"And Martina Ivers to keep the balance you wanted."
"Her phone number?"
"646 555 4636."
"Okay. I'll start calling people while you look over the wine list. You can add but not subtract."
Livia looked over the list. "Cabernet. We're going to need something strong to go with that. A country pâté, maybe. And Zinfandel. Deli roast beef, I think." She looked over the rest of the list. "Let's add a Verdicchio, I like that flavor, especially with artichokes vinaigrette."
"Sounds good," Jayson said after he finished his fourth phone call. "Now you can phone the deli and the wine store.
"Me? I thought you were arranging this orgy."
"I am. But tell me. Do you expect to need your money much longer?"
"Uhh... no. Guess not." The bunny opened her phone and started calling in orders for food and drink.
The wine arrived a little after 3, the food at 5:30. The first guest rang the doorbell just a few minutes after 6, and by the time Stan arrived -- shortly after 6:30 -- Livia was giggling as Jayson groped her. A little after 7, she started crying, and passed her temporary license around so everybody could see how awful it was. But a half-hour later she was naked on a blanket hastily thrown over the coffee table, laughing as she played with Dean's and Theo's cocks while Braith licked her cunt.
Sometime later Livia was on her hands and knees, Archie taking her dogstyle while she sucked Dylan's cock. The manatee came right in the middle of her orgasm, his cum dripping from her lips as she screamed her pleasure. She laughed out loud when she saw the dribbles of semen on his thighs.
The wine supply started getting low, but a duiker named Chandler with blond headfur called the wine store and told them to bring more.
"Which wines do you want?"
"Whatever you'd bring for the Times's wine critic."
"Yes, sir!"
Chandler gave them a Platinum card number. "And have it here within a half hour."
"Whatever you say."
As the evening went on, the sex got drunker and wilder. Livia hardly noticed when Hervey slid away from licking her and Arline replaced him. When Winifred lay down in front of her, she started licking the redhead without even thinking about it. By the time she realized she was doing lez sex, she was too close to orgasm to think, even if she hadn't already been too drunk to worry about it.
Livia watched Emmie taking Chandler in the ass, saw her panting and heard her yip-yip-yip as she came. So when Aaron asked her to let him, she said yes. "As long as you get me good and hot first!"
Aaron didn't waste any time. He used his fingers, his tongue and his lips all over her body. Two other males were kissing and touching her, too. She barely noticed when the panther rolled her face-down, He started rimming her and it seemed a perfectly natural thing -- it just made her more excited. She voiced a brief "wha..." of protest when she felt the cold lube on her backdoor, but he started prodding gently and that felt good, so she let him. Before she knew what was happening, he was inside her and she was experiencing a new pleasure. "Oh, yeahhhhh!"
The panther took a belt with the tip threaded through the buckle and slipped it over Livia's head, then pulled gently on it. That was exciting too. Then as he worked his way deeper into her ass, he pulled harder on the belt, and she felt the pressure starting to choke her. "Hey," she gasped, but even that was cut off. She tried to reach up and loosen the belt, but Arlene and Dylan grabbed her hands.
"Just relax," Aaron whispered into her ear. "Nothing bad is going to happen to you tonight."
"I'm right here," she heard Jayson in her other ear. "You can trust me. You'll enjoy this and be okay afterward."
Livia wasn't sure about the panther, but she knew she could trust Jayson. She relaxed as much as she could. The belt got tighter and she couldn't breathe at all, but the pleasure was spreading from her ass into her cunt and from there to the rest of her body. She needed to scream from the pleasure, but no sound came out.
Then she felt Aaron's hot semen jetting inside her, and her head felt woozy. The pressure was suddenly gone, and she took a huge breath, then another one. The influx of air started another orgasm, and she let the world know about this one, yipping and writhing as the waves crested and receded.
Livia woke up in the morning with an incredible headache. Her cunt and asshole felt sore but totally satiated. She turned and found Jayson sitting in a chair, with several glasses and pills
"Oh, Jesus!" she moaned. "All seven dwarfs are mining for gems in my brain. Especially Grumpy. I think he doesn't like me very much." She made a face, then ran for the bathroom and threw up. She flushed, used the toilet for other purposes, then rinsed her mouth at the basin.
"I have just the thing." Jayson said when she came out. He handed her a glass of fizzy liquid. Livia sniffed it, then took one swallow and made a face. "Drink it!" he urged. The bunny swallowed the rest.
"Gack! That's awful."
"Give it a few minutes. You'll feel better."
About five minutes later Livia realized that the desire to throw up again had eased -- a lot! "Hey, I do feel a little better."
"Good. Now take this." He handed her a small pill.
She took the pill and he handed her a glass of tomato juice to wash it down. When she had finished it, he handed her another glass. "Sip this slowly. You need to rehydrate, and the salt will help you feel better, too."
45 minutes later, she turned to Jayson with a wavery smile. "Well, I guess this is an improvement. I think I could manage some TV now."
Jayson picked up the remote and surfed through channels until he found a pretty good romcom. The two of them sat on the couch, snuggling and watching the movie.
When it was over, Livia kissed Jayson, then asked, "Do you think Aaron would be willing to come over and try a few other things on me. I'm reconciled to going through with this, and I think I know when. But I still need to decide where and how."
"Sure." Jayson opened his flip-phone and speed-dialed.
"Aaron. Hi, Jay."
"Hi. Listen, Livia would like you to come over again. She really enjoyed being choked during sex, and she'd like to try some variations. Can you come over today or tomorrow?"
"I can come around dinner tonight, and stay over through tomorrow."
"Great. See ya."
Aaron showed up about 5:30 with two large pizzas. Livia tossed a salad and poured some of the leftover wine into glasses.
"I brought a DVD of scenes that might interest you," Aaron said after they had finished the wine and some ice cream from the freezer.
"Is it what I think it is?" Jayson asked.
"Sure is."
"Hey, Liv, this'll help you choose."
"Well then." Livia held out a hand, and the panther gave her the DVD. She popped it into her DVR and turned on the 50" TV. " Asphyxia medley ," the title said in big letters across a logo that included a noose, a cord with handles, a swimming pool, a gas mask, a plastic bag, and a ewe with a penis in her mouth.
Clip 1: Fucked and Bagged starring Nelle and Andrew
Fade to: A lemur tied to a padded table with her legs spread. A seal took out a plastic bag and slipped it over her head. She continued to breathe; the watchers could see the bag puffing out and the open mouth of the bag fluttering as she breathed, rather faster than normal. The seal took his clothes off, knelt between her legs, and began fucking her. Nelle moaned in arousal as she felt him penetrate her. Then Andrew reached up and pulled the neck of the bag closed. Nelle moaned again. The bag puffed out, then was sucked into her mouth as she breathed.
Nelle breathed faster and faster, then began struggling to get her hands free, but to no avail. Andrew took longer, slow strokes and the lemur moaned in pleasure occasionally, even while she struggled. After a time, Nelle's struggling weakened and her breathing slowed down and became shallower. The seal sped up, then grunted several times, slowed down and eventually stopped.
The lemur's legs stretched out as straight as they could; her feet pointed down, then up. Then she fell limp and her eyes stared off into the distance.
Clip 2: Underwater blowjob starring Alfred and Cory
Fade to: Alfred in swim trunks with a metal collar around his neck standing beside a swimming pool. Cory, wearing scuba gear, walked out. "Get ready."
Alfred dove into the pool. The pig followed him, and chained the collar to a ring at the bottom of the pool. The camera followed, going under water. The serval smiled and pulled down his trunks. He was slightly engorged, but dangled almost straight down. Cory was already hard, he presented himself to Alfred, who eagerly took Cory's cock in his mouth.
Alfred licked Cory's head a few times, then started sucking him in and out. As he worked, his penis began to erect. Every once in a while, Cory would give the serval a few breaths from his hose, but those became farther apart. Alfred began to panic and worked harder, frantically sucking the pig into and out of his mouth.
Alfred was fully erect by the time Cory threw his head back. Burst after burst of bubbles came from the pig's mask. At last he pulled out. A last few drops of white floated into the water. Alfred began rubbing himself. He managed about a dozen slow strokes, then stopped, his hands clenched as he struggled not to breathe water. He reached behind him and scrabbled at the chain holding him to the bottom of the pool. At last he couldn't stand it any more. A stream of bubbles erupted from his nose and mouth, then he inhaled a lungful of water. The serval's face contorted as he came, white globules spurting into the water. He got his feet under him and tried to push off from the pool bottom to the surface only two feet away, but the chain was too short. He couldn't make it.
The serval continued to struggle for another two minutes or so, then just stared, his arms and legs waving weakly in the water. Another few minutes and even that stopped. His hands clenched into fists, then splayed out, then relaxed, and he floated limply in the water.
Clip 3: Rachel's Pillow starring Rachel and Corwin
Fade to: Rachel and Corwin sitting on a bed, making out. He reached into her blouse to fondle her tits, and she gently rubbed his cock through his clothing. They slowly undressed each other, breaking liplock only as long as necessary. Once they were naked, the marten lay down and Corwin spent a few minutes licking her. At last, she grabbed his head and brought it up to kiss her lips again; Corwin knelt between her thighs and slid into her; she wrapped her legs around him. Rachel put both hands on the arm of the couch "above" her head, and the zebra tied her wrists together, then to a leg of the end table next to the couch.
Corwin began moving in and out; the marten's heels encouraged him to the speed she wanted. They fucked for a few minutes, then Rachel whispered, "Do it." The zebra picked up a pillow from beside the couch, put it over her face, and pushed it down over her mouth and nose. He continued to fuck her, and she urged him deeper with her heels for perhaps a minute, then began to struggle. Rachel squirmed on the couch, her hands jerking at the rope holding them, her feet kicking. The zebra slowed down, stretching out his pleasure, until her struggles began to weaken. Then he started fucking Rachel in earnest, pushing all the way in, withdrawing, then slamming into her again.
A last few deep strokes and Corwin shouted as he came inside her, his hips a moving rapidly, his eyes gleaming. He slowed down gradually, then just lay on top of her, still holding the pillow firmly over her face.
The marten's struggles diminished, then stopped. Her legs kicked out once, twice, then relaxed. Her hands dangled loosely over the edge of the couch. The clip went on for another five minutes while the zebra stayed deep inside her, He removed the pillow and put an ear to her mouth. He made the "OK" circle to the camera. The marten's face was slack and her eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling. He held a feather to her face, but there was no movement.
Clip 4: The Perfect Blowjob starring Dinah and Terrance
Dinah and Terrance came into a bedroom, both naked. Dinah knelt with her back against the wall, wrapped her hand around Terrence's penis, and sucked it into her mouth. She worked it until it was hard, then started giving him a blowjob. She stopped when he started moaning loudly, and clasped her hands together in her lap.
The ferret grabbed a length of rope off a shelf and tied Dinah's hands together, then looped the rope through her thighs so she couldn't raise them above her waist, and around her ankles so she couldn't stand up. Then he put a ring-gag (https://goo.gl/Hr2Dm9) in her mouth and fastened the straps behind her head. Then he put his cock into her mouth and jammed it all the way in. Dinah started to gag on it, then her eyes grew wide. She struggled to move her head, but it was trapped between Terrance and the wall.
The coati tried to breathe, but her airway was blocked by Terrance's cock. She struggled, tried to turn her head, but there was no air available. She pulled on the rope, trying to free her hands, to no avail. After a couple of minutes, she seemed to give up. Her hand reached down and fingered her clit. Her shoulders tensed and her chest muscles strained for air.
Time went by, and the coati's face went from light tan to a slightly yellowish gray, then slightly greenish. Her arms and legs relaxed, then her shoulders. She slumped over as far as the ropes and Terrance's cock would allow. Her face gradually turned a pale blue, and a small puddle grew between her legs.
The ferret began thrusting again, hard and fast, then again pushed all the way in. He cried out, pulled out a few inches and then all the way in and held it. He stayed that way a little over a minute, then pulled out and stepped back. White goo dripped from the coati's open mouth, and her eyes stared fixedly at nothing.
Clip 5: The Best Way To Hang starring Quentin and Serina
Fade to: Quentin standing naked on a wooden box with a noose around his neck, Serina kneeling in front of him, giving him a blow job. Partway through, the serval stood up, backed off about a foot, and kicked the box away. Quentin fell a few inches, then began kicking and struggling as the noose clamped shut around his neck.
Serina walked behind Quentin, the camera following. The serval put her index finger in her mouth, then slowly worked it into the chinchilla's anus, twisting it around and feeling for the little acorn inside. She moved her finger in and out, slowly, then added another finger. The screen split, showing Quentin in front view. His cock was rock hard and precum was dripping slowly from the tip. His face was an odd mixture of panic and sexual pleasure.
Quentin's kicking gradually grew weaker. The serval came around in front of him, spread the precum on her cleavage, and started giving him a titjob. The panic slowly faded from Quentin's face, replaced by an "I need to cum so bad" expression. Just when it looked like he couldn't stand it any more, the serval wrapped her mouth around him and slid her lips rapidly up and down the shaft. After a couple of minutes, she pulled back and opened her mouth and put out the tip of her tongue, showing the white semen coating it. Then she swallowed, took the chinchilla in her mouth again and sucked him slowly in and out, prolonging his pleasures. When Serina finally pulled back, the chinchilla's feet were barely twitching. She had licked his cock completely clean, and he had a huge, happy smile on his face.
The camera slowly panned so the field of view included a clock on a dresser a few feet away. The serval gave Quentin a shove, setting him swinging back and forth like the pendulum on a grandfather clock. The action -- including the clock -- gradually speeded up, but obviously there were no cuts in the film.
After some seconds of watching the chinchilla swaying back and forth like some wall-clock pendulum on meth, Livia grabbed the remote and pushed the Stop button.
"Wha...?" Jayson asked.
"I just can't stand it any more. My panties are soaked through. Somebody fuck me. Now!"
Jayson pulled his pants off and followed the bunny to the bedroom. She lay down on with her legs spread, and he got ready to enter her.
Aaron followed a few seconds later with his flight bag. He unzipped it and pulled out a ring gag. "I think maybe you need this," he said.
Livia looked at it and smiled. "Yeah, I do." She opened her mouth wide.
Aaron put the ring between her teeth and fastened the straps. Then he straddled her head and started fucking her mouth, while Jayson slid into her hot wet cunny.
"Oh, ehh," was all Livia could get out.
Jayson started fucking her, hard and fast. "You'll need to hold her down pretty soon," the panther said. Jayson nodded.
Livia started to moan, and Aaron pushed his cock in as far as it would go and held it there. Jayson put his hands on her wrists and forced her hands down on the sheets. Livia used her feet to urge Jayson into the rhythm she needed, but after a while she started struggling, trying to get her hands free. Her body writhed under Jayson, and he came inside her. The bunny tried to scream her pleasure, but she didn't have any air to scream with.
Livia's struggles gradually weakened as the fennec shrank out of her cunt. Her hands stopped trying to get free, and Jayson nodded to Aaron. "She's almost there." The panther watched the second hand on the clock for 30 seconds more, then pulled out of Livia's mouth. The last of her air puffed out, then she breathed in, slowly. Out, and in. A few more breaths and she started moving. Her hands came up and felt Jayson's chest.
The bunny's eyes gradually came back into focus. She looked at Aaron's cock, only inches from her mouth. Her tongue came out and tried to reach it. "You ready now?" he asked.
"Uhhh huhhhh."
The panther unbuckled the gag and removed it. He presented his cock again, and Livia sucked it eagerly until he came, then she swallowed his semen, every drop.
The three of them didn't exactly fall asleep after that, but they weren't ready for anything strenuous for the next couple of hours. Aaron was the first to come to full wakefulness. A few minutes later he noticed Livia stirring. "Anything else you want to try?" he asked.
"Hanging, and... that pillow thing. I think I better save the hanging until last, though."
"Good idea. C'mon, let's get you set up. Jay should be ready to help in a few minutes." Aaron picked up his flight bag. "Got a twin bed somewhere?"
Livia led him into the guest bedroom. He opened the bag and pulled out four pieces of rope. He tied each ankle to a leg of the bed`. "Bend over the bed and stretch your hands toward the head."
Livia did, and the panther tied two more ropes around her wrists, then to the two legs at the head of the bed. Jayson wandered in partway through this. "Feel up to fucking her again?" Aaron asked.
The Fennec looked at Livia tied, sprawled out across the bed. "Wow! Sure!"
"Go for it." Aaron pulled a pillow down from the head of the bed until it was directly under Livia's face.
"That tickles," Livia said, turning her head to one side.
Jayson checked the bunny's cunt with a finger. "Wow. Feels like you're ready."
"I sure am!"
He slid inside her and started thrusting, slowly. The panther waited until Livia started making "Oh, yes" noises, grabbed her head and turned it face down, then pushed her face firmly down into the pillow. Jayson continued thrusting into Livia without pausing.
Livia used the little freedom of motion she had to thrust back, welcoming Jayson into her for the pleasure it brought both of them. But after a while, she realized that she needed air. Really needed air. The bunny tried to lift her head, but the panther's arms were stronger than her neck muscles. She tried to lift her upper body, but the ropes kept her arms stretched out, preventing her from getting any leverage. She squirmed, she wriggled, she writhed. Quiet "Mmmpphh!" noises came from the pillow.
Then she froze, her thighs clenched tight, her cunt muscles rippling, almost milking Jayson's cock. The whining noises from the pillow were louder, higher-pitched, like muffled yipping. Her tight cunt, squeezing Jayson, pushed him over the edge: the fennec thrust all the way in and stayed that way, his semen squirting deep into her.
The bunny's muffled yipping continued for several minutes, then she slowly went limp.
The panther held her face against the pillow a little longer, then gently lifted her head and turned it to one side. He took a Kleenex from the box and held it in front of her mouth. It moved slightly.
Livia stirred a few minutes later and opened her eyes. Her thigh muscles tightened, raising her midsection off the bed, and she yipped again, "Ah...ah...Ahhh! AHHHHHH!"
She gradually relaxed, then her eyes focused on Aaron. "Wow! I came while you were suffocating me and again just now. That was... WOW!"
"Glad you liked it. I'm guessing you want to rest a while before trying the noose..."
"Fer sure. I'm exhausted."
Livia and Jayson fell asleep, spooned on the twin bed. Aaron stayed awake a little while making preparations, then put the lounger in fully-reclined position and went to sleep.
Livia woke up in the morning and saw a noose dangling from the ceiling with two chairs under it.
"Hi," Aaron said. "Shall we wait for Jay to wake up?"
"Why wait?" Livia asked, and elbowed Jayson in the ribs.
"Rrrrf..?" Jayson groaned, and turned over in bed. Livia leaned over and kissed his penis, then started licking it. Jayson woke up after about half a minute, "What...? Who...?" He opened his eyes and saw Livia. "Oh, that's a nice way to wake up."
Livia took his partial erection in her mouth and sucked until he was fully hard, then stopped.
"Hey! What the...?"
"This time I get to have my fun first."
"Oh. Yeah, I guess."
"Let's get you set up." Aaron said. "But first I need you to sign this release, just in case something goes wrong." He pointed at a sheet of paper on the table.
"Okay." Livia went over and signed the paper.
"Now, up on the chair."
Livia stepped up on the chair directly under the noose. Aaron stepped up onto the chair next to her.
"Cross your wrists behind you."
Livia did, and Aaron tied her hands together with a short rope.
"Now... you don't want to mess up your pretty neck with a rope burn, so..." He wrapped a towel around her neck, then pulled the noose open and dropped it over her head. He adjusted the towel so it cushioned Livia's neck, all the way around. Then he climbed down and moved his chair away.
"Take ten deep breaths, then hold your breath."
Livia did. In... Out... In... Out... In... Out... In... Out... In... Out... In... Out... In... Out... In... Out... In... Out... In...
"Bend your knees and pull your feet up."
Livia did, and suddenly the noose was squeezing her neck. Her whole weight was pulling at her neck! It hurt! She put her feet back down, but Aaron had taken the chair away. Livia's feet kicked and her body writhed as she tried to relieve the pressure. She strained, trying to get her hands free, but the ropes were too strong.
The two men watched as Livia's struggles grew weaker.
Jayson looked worried. "Shouldn't you be letting her down soon?"
Aaron beckoned Jayson closer. "She needs one or two more minutes, I think," Aaron whispered. He slapped Livia's ankle to get her attention. "That paper you signed without reading... It wasn't a release. It was a Termination Consent Form. This is the end for you," he said, smiling up at her.
The bunny kicked harder, trying to get to the chair, barely a foot away. She actually managed to touch it with a toe, once, but it skittered farther away. She eventually slowed down again, her adrenaline-fueled burst of energy used up. Then she suddenly went still, her body forming a bow -- her back arched, her pelvis thrust forward, her legs and head back, an intent look on her face. She seemed almost to vibrate in place. She held that pose for over a minute, then slowly relaxed again.
Aaron quickly untied the far end of the rope and lowered Livia to the floor. He went over and removed the noose from her neck. Livia lay there for several more minutes, her chest barely moving, then she raised her head and slowly focused her eyes on Aaron. "You bastard! You had me convinced you were going to hang me all the way!"
"That was the idea. Was it good?" he asked.
"Good doesn't even come close. I'm exhausted. I feel like I've been continuously fucked in all three holes for four hours straight, except that the only thing sore is my neck. Okay, I've decided how." She paused, taking several more deep breaths. "You," she said to Jayson, come over here and let me finish what I started."
Jayson came over, even more erect than he'd been before. Livia pushed herself up on her knees, wrapped a hand around the Jayson's cock, and took it into her mouth. She sucked it in and out rapidly, then started moving her lips up and down the shaft, pausing briefly to lick his frenum before each downstroke. The fennec moaned, then begged her for more. She wet her hand and used it as an extension of her mouth, moving faster and faster until he screamed with every stroke, finally yelling, "Yes! _Yes! YES! _ and thrusting in as far as he could. She held him there, licking him slowly, then moving her head less than an inch up and down, until he said, "Stop! Please?"
Livia swallowed, then grinned at him. "Was it good for you? I'll bet it was better for me a couple of minutes ago!"
"Oh, yeah! It was really good! I always enjoy your blowjobs, but there was something special about this one."
"That's because I was so turned on from hanging."
"Wow!"
Livia turned her head. "That was incredible, Aaron. What can I do for you in return? Anything. Anything at all."
"I'm not that hard to please, actually. I really liked fucking your ass on Tuesday. How about doing it again?"
"Sure."
"This time I want to watch your face. Lie on the bed and pull your knees toward your chest."
"Okay."
Aaron got onto the bed and slowly kissed his way from Livia's lips, down her neck, her nipples, her belly button, and eventually her clit. He licked it, stopped, licked it again, until she was writhing from unfulfilled pleasure. Then he spread lube on her anus and his erection and slowly worked his way into her pucker. It was very tight, and she discovered that this position was even more enjoyable -- partly because of the angle of entry, and partly because she could watch his face while he fucked her ass.
Livia came in less than a minute, and was still in the throes of her orgasm when Aaron came inside her. When she finally noticed the world outside her body, she was surprised to find the panther lying on top of her, still inside her little star but not moving.
"Did you like that?" he asked.
"Almost as much as hanging. Okay. I've decided on how and when, the only thing left is where."
"So... what and when?" Aaron asked, grinning.
"Hanging, of course. Saturday afternoon, when the malls are busiest. Now I have to decide which mall."
"I may be able to help with that," Jayson said. I know the GM's(1) assistant at the World Trade Center mall. How does that sound?"
" Only the biggest and busiest mall in New York! Do they allow auctioning off the hangman's job?"
"Sure. Get some pretty good bids, too."
"See what you can do!"
Jayson picked up the phone and dialed. "Verna Emmett please.... Tell her it's Jay Stevens... Yes, I'll hold." He turned to Livia. "She's on another line. It'll be a couple of minutes."
Livia turned the TV on and popped a DVD into the player. She started the movie playing, muted, using the captions.
"Hi, Verna. I've got a friend who's only got 4 days left on her temporary license. Can you find her a spot Saturday afternoon? She wants a big audience, lots of bidders.... Sure, I'll wait."
He turned to Livia "She needs to check their schedule."
About a minute later: "What? 4PM?" He looked at Livia. "How does 4PM on Saturday sound?"
Livia made thumb-and-forefinger circles with both hands.
"Yes! We'll take it... Yes, she'll check in a half-hour early.... Thank you so much!!"
"You've got it. Check in by 3:30."
"I heard. Thank you, Jayson. I can't tell you how much this means to me."
"You can show your gratitude later. In bed."
The next two days were busy. Not so much with sex, although her friends made sure she got enough of that to keep her happy. But they kept her busy cooking, serving food, cleaning up, watching DVDs (mostly not porn -- comedies, some rom-coms), and small pleasures like walking around in Central Park.
Then it was Saturday afternoon. Livia put on stockings and a dress, then shoes. "Underthings seem like a waste of time, given the circumstances," she said. They took a Lyft to the WTC Mall, getting there a comfortable 10 minutes early. Jayson led Livia through a small indoor park, a concrete path wandering through sand and trees. Trees inside the mall! They came to a double door, carved wood, eight feet high. A sign read: Terminations and Suspensions.
Jayson pushed a button next to the right-hand door. Livia studied the doors while they waited for a response, and made out the carvings: male and female figures dangling in nooses, chained in glass tanks, with plastic bags around their heads.
A voice spoke from a speaker next to the door. "How can we help you?"
Jayson spoke up. "Livia Southers, checking in for Termination."
There was a pause, then the doors swung open. "Enter freely and of your own will." Livia recognized the phrase and froze. She couldn't go any farther.
"C'mon Livia. This what you came here for."
"Yes, but... these doors..."
"Remember what it was like on Thursday? When Aaron pretended he was going to hang you for real? Remember how hard you came?"
"Oh...." Livia felt a different kind of shiver pass through her body and realized she was wet. She walked forward through the doors, which closed slowly behind them. Inside was a room with potted plants, several well-padded chairs, and a few desks. A young hyrax at the nearest waved to them. Livia walked over and stood in front of his desk.
"You're Livia Southers?"
"Yes."
"Here for..." he looked at his screen, "termination?"
Livia shivered again. "Yes. I am." Her voice didn't break or quaver. She was proud of that.
"May I see identification?"
Livia got her temporary license out of her purse. The hyrax studied it a moment, then turned a tablet to face her. "Read this, then sign at the bottom if you agree."
I'm here to be terminated. Livia thought. But she remembered the trick Aaron had played on her with the release form and carefully read the half-page displayed on the screen. It was just what she expected: a consent to be auctioned off for Termination by hanging. Livia signed it with a finger.
"Waiting room through there." The hyrax pointed at another tastefully decorated door. "There's entertainment available while you wait."
Livia walked through the door. The room beyond had reclining chairs, couches, a couple of beds. Each seat had an induction helmet on a hook to one side. The walls had a few bits of artwork, paintings and more modern forms, men and women hanging, being strangled, bagged, etc. Most seemed to be enjoying it, although a few just looked stoic.
Livia and Jayson sat in a loveseat. Curious, Livia put on the helmet -- one of the new minimalist models, a light circlet of wires and barely-visible chips. The display offered a choice. Classic movies in a variety of genres, most "holo-ized" for full VR watching. Livia chose Moon In The Flowers, a twenty-first century rom-com (mild snuff-overtones, like many mid-century comedies). An icon appeared during the opening credits, letting her know that Jayson was synched, watching whatever she watched.
The holo had barely started when an overlay appeared: Termination completed: Abraham Pickering. A quick dart of her eyes paused the movie and switched to the center stage, where the main action was. A mouse in his early 20s, sprawled limp in a large transparent tank, his face blue, a chain around his neck preventing him from getting to the surface. Several globules of semen floated in the water.
Livia stared at the body for nearly a minute before switching back to the movie. Ooh, that tingles. Should I... No... The more frustrated I am the harder I'll cum. An overlay informed her that the next Termination would start in 7 minutes. She watched the movie with half her attention, the other half thinking about the 3:30 Termination. And the 4:00 Termination: hers.
Another overlay. Termination of Del Nicolson begins in 30 seconds
Livia switched back to center stage. A marmoset in his late 30s walked out naked. A kudu with a microphone approached. "Mr. Nicolson? Leigh Chen, WTC Entertainment Department. May I have a moment?"
"Literally only a moment. I've got an important date." He gestured toward the padded table nearby.
"Of course. I understand that you voluntarily surrendered your Respiration License?"
"Yes. I'll be 40 in about 3 months. No point in postponing the inevitable. By volunteering, I'm able to choose the time, place, and method. I've been planning this for several years, and I'm really looking forward to it."
"Yes, I can see that," Leigh said, looking down at Del's partial erection. The "camera" viewpoint followed her gaze automatically.
Del lay down on the table. A vixen came out, dressed in skin-tight vinyl with a leather mask covering her entire face except her eyes, nose-tip, and mouth. "Good afternoon, Mr. Nicolson. I'm happy to be your sexecutioness today."
"Happy to meet you, ma'am."
"Feet together, hands at your sides."
"Yes, ma'am."
The table had eight leather straps attached to the sides. The sexecutioness pulled one tight across his chest. The second one went just above his hips, the third across his thighs, the fourth across his shins, the fifth across his ankles. She came back to his head and fastened the last strap across his forehead. She cuffed his hands to the side of table with the short straps.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"Yes."
The executioness picked up a piece of silk fabric and rolled it up into a rope. She tied one end to an eyelet on the left side of the table, looped it around Del's neck, then drew it through the eylet on the right side. She leaned over and gave the marmoset a long, deep kiss. Still kissing him, she reached down and fondled his penis until he was pointing straight at the ceiling. She dipped her right hand in a jar of Vaseline, wrapped it around his erection, and started rubbing up and down, slowly.
"So good..." Del said. The executioness pulled the free end of the rope, making Del strain for air, then transferred her oral attentions to his nipples. Her hand sped up a little, and he arched his back, trying to get her hand a little farther down his cock.
"Naughty boy!" she said, and pulled the rope harder. She sped up a little more. "Oh, please!" he panted, half-strangled. "Please... please... please...more... harder..."
"If you insist." The strokes got longer and faster as she pulled harder on the rope.
"rrreasss... rrreass....orrrr..." His whisper was barely audible, even with the mic only inches from his mouth. His face was starting to turn red as blood backed up in his head.
"Happy to oblige." She pulled harder on the rope, her hand a blur. Del's chest muscles strained for air, air that he could not get, that he would never breathe again. His ass tightened, trying to get more of him into her hand.
Del's face gradually started to become purple. With one final thrust from his pelvis, he spurted white goop into the air, over her hand and the table. Then his muscles relaxed and he simply lay there, a satiated smile on his face.
The executioness pulled on the rope with both hands, watching as the marmoset's face gradually turned blue and his struggles got weaker. His toes curled up; his eyes glazed over and stared blankly at the ceiling.
Still holding the rope with one hand, the sexecutioness pressed a device to Del's chest. A green line appeared on in the VR scene, with a characteristic PQRS complex accompanied by a beep. Then another. Very fast, well over 120 per minute. Then there was a funny squiggle and a break in the beeping. Then another, and another. The beeping sped up faster and faster, with more breaks. Then beeping so fast that Livia could barely hear a space between them, with silences of a second or more. Then the beeping stopped and the green line was straight.
The executioness held the rope tight for another minute, then slowly let it loose. The green line remained flat.
Another overlay: Termination completed: Del Nicolson.
Livia let out the breath she hadn't even realized she was holding. She realized that she had cum at least once while watching Del get strangled. Maybe twice. I just hope my own will be as good as this was.
Livia waited while her breathing slowed down. She took a few deep breaths, then went back to Moon in the Flowers. About 10 minutes later she felt a touch on her shoulder. She paused the holo. There was a young vicuña in a pale blue tunic with a short business cape, bearing the WTC Mall logo.
"Yes?" Livia asked.
"Willis Quinby, WTC customer assistant. It's time for you to get ready," the vicuña replied. "If you'll follow me..."
Livia bit her lip, returned the helmet to its hook and got up. She and Jayson followed Quinby out the far door and down a short corridor with holo-drawings of men and women being hanged, smothered, drowned, strangled... Livia felt the tingling start again. Willis opened a door, revealing a small room, maybe 10'x10'. There were two benches, a chair, and a mirror. Livia grabbed Jayson's hand and pulled him in with her. The vicuña turned away, and the door slid quietly shut.
Livia turned and kissed Jayson. Then she started undoing things. She piled her clothes on one of the benches. She turned to Jayson again, and they kissed. He fondled her breasts and fingered her briefly, helping her "get in the mood" for her final experience. A few minutes later there was a quiet tap on the door. Jayson opened it.
The vicuña looked in. "I see you're ready. You can leave your clothes, we'll take care of them. This way, please."
Livia followed him, still holding Jayson's hand.
"Out here, onto the stage," the vicuña said. He turned to the fennec. "Say your goodbyes, then I'll take you to the VIP lounge. That's where previous auction winners and F-o-Bs wait. Best view in the mall."
"FoBs?"
"Friends of the Breathless."
Jayson nodded. Livia grabbed him and kissed him hard, then rubbed him through his pants for several seconds. She broke off, breathing hard.
"Just walk through that curtain onto the stage. Carlisle will make sure you get the highest possible price."
"Thanks." Livia summoned up her courage and walked out onto stage. The vicuña gestured toward the hallway and Jayson followed him.
"Hi, there," a tall mongoose in clothes like Quinby's but flashier and much more expensive greeted them. "I'm Carlisle, I'm the Emcee today." He glanced at the card in his hand. "I'll get you as much money as possible for your little sisters. I'd suggest you go to stage front and turn around slowly. Let people get a good look at you, it encourages them to bid more."
Livia nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She walked up to the front of the stage, just behind the footlights, and smiled at the bidders -- mostly male, she noticed. Then she started turning slowly in place. When she was facing the back of the stage, she bent over and spread her ass cheeks, giving the audience a good look at her ass and pussy from behind. Then she straightened up, turned to face the audience again, and cupped her breasts, letting see how erect her nipples were.
"Gentlefolk," Carlisle voice boomed out, "I'd like to introduce Livia Southers, our next performer. Livia has opted for a short-drop hanging, and is offering the privilege of pulling the lever to the highest bidder. Her executioner can also have sex with her before terminating her, 'any way he wants', she says."
He paused, and Livia spread her legs to give the audience another good view, rubbed her clit for a few seconds, then reached in with two fingers. She brought them out and let the audience see how they glistened with her juices. Then she formed her lips into an "O" and mimed sucking a dick. She heard cheers and applause, seemingly from every direction except behind her. Quite a few whistles too.
The auctioneer held up a hand and the room grew quiet. "Okay, folks, I'm opening the bidding at 10,000 neocreds." Five numbered cards popped up. "Okay, 10,000 from #352. Will anybody give me 20?" Several more cards, and again the auctioneer picked one. The auctioneer called and announced bids very fast, and Livia lost track of who was bidding what. At last the bidding slowed down, and finally the auctioneer asked, "Will anybody give me 160,000?" He paused, then "Sold to #118 for 155,000 neocreds."
There was a stir in the middle of the crowd, and Livia gasped when she recognized the panther making his way along the third row and coming up to the stage. "Aaron! You bought the right to hang me?"
"Sure did, Liv. And I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I will."
"I probably will. You also get to have sex with me any way you want. So tell me, what's your pleasure?"
"I want you to kneel on the trapdoor with the noose around your neck and give me a blowjob. I'm going to put a few drops on your lips; I want you to swallow the rest, then I'll hang you."
The reality hit Livia. I'm going to die here in just a few minutes. Livia was more afraid than she had ever been in her life. I'm going be to be strangled to death by that noose. She thought back to when Aaron had hanged her in her apartment. Deep breaths. She took 10 slow deep breaths. Then another 10. She felt a little better. She looked at the noose again and just shut the fear down. I'm going to go through with this. She repeated to herself, over and over: This is going to be so good. This is going to be so good. I'm going to do this for Aaron, for Jayson. For myself! This is going to be so good.
Jayson arrived at the VIP lounge in time to see Livia miming a blowjob. He watched the auction with interest, then cheered for the winner, "Aaron! Good on you, Aaron!"
"You know him?" one of the other FoBs asked.
"Besties for..." Jayson paused, thinking back, "...over 3 years."
Livia got down gracefully onto one knee, then the other. The Emcee came up holding a piece of rope. "Can you give a blowjob with your hands tied?"
"I sure can."
"Can she ever!" Aaron added.
"Do you need a hand free to jill with?"
"No, thanks," Livia replied. "I'll get everything I need from this." She touched the noose a few inches in front of her. This Noose. My Noose. She clasped her hands behind her and felt the tingling in her cunt intensify.
Carlisle bent down and tied Livia's hands.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." Carlisle turned to Aaron, who had taken his clothes off. "You may proceed."
Aaron pulled the noose a little farther open, then offered it to Livia. She bent her head and put it through the noose, and Aaron tightened it under her chin. He offered his cock to Livia; she wrapped her lips around it and sucked it into her mouth. She spent a while licking the tip, enjoying the taste of him, the feel of his slick skin in her mouth, the texture of the spot where the head and shaft meet.
She leaned forward a few inches, then pulled back slowly. And again, several more times. She sped up, working toward the inevitable end, but still moving her head only a few inches each time. She knew from experience that it would take longer, deeper strokes. Faster, and a little faster.
"Please?" he asked quietly.
Livia's eyes lit up. I love having the male beg for it. She took longer strokes, sliding her lips almost all the way down his shaft. Then up until her lips just touched the head, then down again. She sped up, and flicked his frenum with her tongue on each outstroke, causing him to groan in pleasure and frustration.
"Please. Please. Please! Please!! _Please!! Please??! _"
It's time. Livia changed her rhythm slightly, going for the climax. Less than 30 seconds later, she tasted his semen. Yum.
The panther took Livia's head between his hands and held it still while he pulled out. She mewed in protest. He put one spurt on her upper lip, another on the cleft between her chin and lower lip. He released her; she took him in and sucked him dry.
Thank you. She swallowed, taking Aaron's essence into herself. Yes!! Now I'm ready. This is going to be so good. This is going to be so good.
Livia heard a clunk and a thwap as Aaron pulled the lever and the trap opened. She fell for a moment, then stopped suddenly as the noose jerked tight around her neck. Livia dangled unmoving, a confused look on her face, for nearly 30 seconds.
Up in the VIP Room, Jayson found himself enjoying Livia's hanging, too. She was his best friend, but she just looked so sexy dangling there... he started rubbing himself through his pants without even being aware of it. It just felt so good, so right.
Oh. I'm hanging. The noose is strangling me. Livia felt fear again. She couldn't get any air, but she could repeat in her mind, This is going to be so good. This is going to be so good. And it was good. The tingling in her clit was spreading into her cunt, and throughout her crotch. Yes.
The audience stared. A horse who looked like he could bench-press half a ton stood up and yelled, "Cheat! They broke her neck! No Fun!" Several other people booed. But a few seconds later, Livia's right foot reached down for something to stand on. Then her left. Again, and again, faster. Then one foot reached forward, then the other, and to the side, searching for support to relieve the pressure on her throat.
A petite mole rat in a skin-tight red dress leaned over and whispered, "You know her?"
Jayson, embarrassed, stopped rubbing and blushed. "Yes. We're FWBs."
"Good for you. Don't be embarrassed, it's okay to pleasure yourself here. But... would you like some help?"
Jayson thought about two seconds, then said, "Yes!" and then "Please."
"I'm Glenna." She reached over and unzipped Jayson, pulled down his jeans and reached into his boxers."
"Jayson."
The mole rat got Jayson's cock out, spat on her hands, and started working his tool, up and down but also rotating it between her hands.
"Ah.... so nice!"
Livia's struggles grew more frantic, then suddenly stopped again. Her pelvis tilted forward, her feet tilted down and her back arched as it had when Aaron had hanged her in her guest room. She stayed that way for over a minute, slowly relaxed until she dangled straight down, then started kicking again, feebly.
Jayson screamed as he came, his semen coating Glenna's hands. She used a slightly damp towel from a stack on a nearby table to wipe her hands and his penis .
Livia's kicking dwindled, little tiny movements of her feet, then nothing for almost a minute, then one little kick of her right foot. Then she dangled limp in the noose, not moving. About half the audience applauded her performance -- the other half had their hands busy elsewhere.
Carlisle checked her wrist, then her neck. "The termination of Livia Southers has been completed. I would like to thank all our audience for your attention, and especially our bidders for helping Livia get the special ending she wanted." He stepped back from the mic and glanced at the clock. "Okay, folks, twelve minutes until our next show. Take a break, go pee, grab a bite to eat from one of our food carts, whatever. And try to be back here by 4:30, this show is going to be a doozy!"
"Can I do something for you in return?" Jayson asked, making licking motions with his tongue.
"Oh... No thanks. My guy is up next. He's going to eat me good, then I'm going to face sit him and give him a handjob to see him off. Like I gave you, but with cooking oil for lube."
"Wow! Lucky guy!"
"Yup. That's the way we planned it after he got his notice."
"Well, good luck to both of you."
"Oh, it will be good!"
Jayson arrived at Livia's building two weeks later. Hmmm. This is... the fifth time I've been here. I've almost finished with sorting and packing her stuff. He looked in the mailbox. The usual assortment of bills and come-ons. Wait...here's one from the WTC mall. And this one is addressed in handwriting?!
He took them all upstairs, tossed the ads and charity pitches in the bin, then opened the two special ones. Yup. A check for Livia's share of the auction proceeds. Can't send it all, need to save some for bills that come in later. But I figure I can send half to her sisters in California as soon as the check clears. No tuition debt for them! And this other one...?
The fennec used a steak knife to cut it open. Another check, and a short letter. The check was substantial, almost 5% of the WTC check. It was headed Braddock Films, with an address in Jersey, machine-signed "Opal Clement, Treasurer." Hey... Braddock... that's Aaron's last name. What...? Jayson unfolded the letter. It was short:
Braddock Films, Inc. 1409 Jadewood Farms Passaic, NJ 07055 Office of the President
Jayson,
My production company bought the rights to Livia's termination, and we'll be distributing it under the Braddock Films label. As such, Livia is entitled to residuals, just like the star of one of our regular snuff films. Here is the royalty on our first production run.
Yours,
Aaron
Both checks were made out to "The estate of Livia Sounders."
Aaron doesn't do anything in a small way. Jayson slipped the checks into Livia's bankbook, then got to work sorting, packing what Livia's friends and family would want, throwing out the rest. It took about two hours.
He put the bankbook in his inside coat pocket and headed off to deposit the checks in her account.
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