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Suffocation

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Ruugar

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Hestia had made a mistake. But the gryphoness did not yet know it. She'd met Simon, the fox, online and, well, they'd hit it off. Those that heard the story after the fact would shake their heads sadly and say something about that "being the way it happens" - towards good, kind souls like Hestia. It wouldn't be her fault, no one's fault, but they would forget that they would need to place fault with the one who had taken advantage of her in the first place with such seedy, crude intents in mind.

But he would never be found, not Simon the fox, a dark soul, one who sought out ones just like her so that he could drag them down into the pit. He'd never be caught, oh no. He was too careful for that, covering his tracks. And what did it truly matter, of course, if Hestia had wanted it too? If she wanted it, he was merely enabling her, letting her live out her deepest, darkest fantasy...

He didn't need to justify it to himself. Not when it gave the fox such pleasure.

A programmer, she was always interested, always curious, and that was why she had been drawn to Simon. There was something in there too about him being a "sly fox", cunning and all that, though Hestia had thought that she knew all the stereotypes. Where she usually would have retreated into herself with a stranger, somehow he had been able to coax words out of her through text conversation on one of her favourite sites, which was more innocuous than it had any right to be. Who could have known that a community page for programmers would have led to such an end?

But it was not just a community page for programmers that the fox had followed her to. He had found her in darker, more sordid places, where the kinky gryphon, in all her solitude, had satisfied herself, late at night, in the dead and the dark of the night. And yet it was there that he had been able to coax things from her, whispered secrets over voice chats and other desires, knowing more about the gryphon than anyone else in the world. At least, he would at the end of her. for there was one incident that excited them both, but for very different reasons.

"Hestia... You are beautiful."

He whispered to her through the microphone, sitting at his desk with his belt undone, his microphone on, though there was no one there to hear him. The fox smirked, brushing his red fur smooth on his cheeks, his ears tapered to points, though it was the sharpness of his fangs that really set him apart as a predator. Not many understood the fascination he had with such innocuous little things, but as he twisted the zip tie around and around his fingers, watching her through the webcam, he knew that there was no going back from what had called him so.

It was right, at least for a predator. Yet, during that dark night, Hestia was his prey. A fox like him did not have to chase his prey through forests and in the wilderness anymore, which was just as well for Simon as he was rather too lazy for that. Truly, as amusing as it would have been for him, he didn't even have to meet Hestia in person to take what he wanted from her, though to hold her too while the breath fluttered in her lungs, heart racing as her body strove to live... Ah, that was what he lived for. While she would not.

Maybe his next victim would have a sweet lure for him like that, where he could take them in person?

The gryphoness on her bed, her laptop set up so that he could see her, blushed heavily. She shook her head, her black beak bobbing back and forth. He was so sweet to watch her, to make sure that she was okay, for what she wanted to try that night, all with Simon watching her and looking on, was something that she had never pushed far enough into before, not on her own.

She nipped at the air, doubt curling in the pit of her stomach. She still wasn't sure how far she was going to go...yet she trusted Simon, she was sure of it. It could not be that hard, not really, though the flutter of nerves played a tune on her ribcage as if anxious butterflies were trapped in there. Hestia, for all her knowledge in the world and her intelligence, when it came to numbers, programming, technical things - well, her real-world emotional intelligence was what was lacking. As much as she wanted to be coaxed into trying new things, holding back from her own natural curiosity, she did not know what lay there at the end of it all for her.

"Is something wrong, Hestia?" He asked, his eyes intent.

She sighed.

"I just don't know... It's a lot. What if I can't do it? What if it hurts?"

"Oh, beautiful," he practically crooned into the microphone. "It's all fine, it's going to feel so good, don't you worry at all."

Maybe he was right - but, frankly, the gryphon had to believe that he was right, for she didn't feel like she had any option if she wanted to experience it, if only a little bit. She didn't have to go all the way and he would help her...maybe.

Hestia took a deep breath, trying to settle her worries. She had Simon there and Simon would never let anything truly bad happen to her as excitement prickled through her body, searing through her veins. She fluttered her wings lightly, rustling the soft, silken lingerie babydoll she'd donned, though the gryphon wore no more than that. With her, it was not needed.

"Go on then," he cajoled, opening the buttons of his shirt on his side of the screen, a suitable distance from her so that there would be no connection left between the two of them afterwards. "Fetch the zip tie, my lovely. You know you can do it. You're so strong to do this, Hestia, to try this, really..."

The gryphon keened a little, fluttering her wings again. Oh, his compliments were so beautiful, something in her drawn hungrily to them as if they were the only thing left for her in the world. The lure was there, the tease of the zip tie playing between her paws as she passed it back and forth, back and forth. With Simon watching her through the webcam, her body beautifully laid out and propped up on the bed, she felt as if there was something there that she could take on then more than anything else.

With him there with her, she could do it, she could play out the tease of air deprivation as if she was bold enough to do it on her own. Her breasts rose and fell with every short and sharp breath, grunting softly, though that was not a very ladylike thing for her to do. Hestia would soon find that behaving or acting in any way that was considered ladylike or not really was not as important as society had led her to believe - and wasn't that the way that she was supposed to live her life? Sort of an outcast, not fitting in anywhere, whether that was truly as an outcast or one who slipped into the mould, fitting where she fitted.

No... With Simon coaxing to her, murmuring to the gryphon just how beautiful, how wonderful, how strong she was, she slipped the zip tie around her neck. It gave her control, far more control than she had ever had before, whimpering softly, her breath sucking and pulling sharply through the nares on her beak, through which she breathed.

"Oh..." She caught her breath, chest juddering. "Simon... It's cold..."

"It'll warm to you, sweetheart."

He talked warmly and soothingly to her as if she was a long-time lover, though their relationship would, very soon, come to an end. That was the way of it for him, the relationships that he built fading and coming to sharp ends, sooner or later. He could only be entertained by someone for so long, after all, and it seemed that Hestia had just about run her course for him.

The gryphon whimpered, fussing and fiddling for a second as she pulled the zip tie around her thin neck, flattening her feathers down where the plastic pressed against her. There was little pressure for her to worry about when the pressure was on the back of her neck, though she shifted her weight on the bed, feeling how the mattress bowed under her. It took her a few tries to thread the zip tie around her own neck, even though Simon tried to direct her, as she could not see it - not with her beak and chin in the way, of course.

He growled on the other side of the screen and her heart leapt. It was good to please someone, even though her skin prickled and tingled erotically. Oh, Hestia could not have denied what she wanted even if she'd tried, though she had never thought that she'd be trying it with someone, however close to her they were, watching her through a webcam. Maybe that was better, for it allowed her to be her real self, her true self, to enjoy the experience.

Ah, there it was... The zip tie was threaded, allowing it to loop fully around her neck as if it was a necklace, though it was destined to be a necklace that she would never again be able to remove. The gryphon had nothing there that she would be able to cut it with and, frankly, it didn't seem to matter anymore, not as she allowed her lust to lead her, to guide her.

"Tighten it, beautiful. You're going to look so pretty when you're gasping for air..."

But it was Simon, truly, that directed her. It was him that was orchestrating her gasping for air, slowly, so slowly, even as the gryphon shivered under the touch of the zip tie. Where it had originally been cool, smooth plastic with some ridges where it would catch and be tightened, it warmed to the touch of her, as if their embrace was one that they could share body warmth with. The zip tie, in that moment, was something of a lover to her, something that the gryphon could lean into, even as she tightened it a single notch.

Click.

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Such a small sound, such an innocuous sound. It made her shiver, sitting back, lying on the bed with her torso propped up by the elbows. Even though she was not touching the zip tie, it lay against the front of her neck, reminding her of all that was to come. Her breath was too loud, raking through her throat, though the rise and fall of her breasts was what the fox watched through the screen.

She was his prey and to see the breath leaving her body was all he craved. A zip tie could be tightened but not loosened and Hestia's fate was already set as her trembling fingers rose to the plastic strip once again, tightening it another notch.

Click, click.

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Oh! She shuddered, her whole body hot, the lingerie feeling too tight and too restrictive suddenly, riding up her thighs. That was tighter by two notches and not one, though it made her quiver in anticipation for more. She wanted to truly feel that restriction as the plastic moulded and warmed so very sweetly to the heat of her body, putting just a little bit more pressure on her neck, reminding her of what was to come.

The anticipation crawled through her, an ache and an itch that Hestia could never hope to ignore. She had to go through with it, yes, for she would be even more disappointed than Simon if she did not do what she had originally set out to do. She whimpered, tightening the zip tie again, though the heave of her chest left her gasping, the zip tie tighter again, feeling the restriction as it barely swivelled back and forth around her neck anymore. Soon, she would not even be able to wiggle it from side to side, it would be so tight, slowly but surely cutting off her ability to breathe.

"That's it, my beauty, you're doing so well..."

She needed him, his words, pushing her on, encouraging her. Yes, she had to do it, even if it was solely because he was there. It was good of Simon to tease her on to enjoy her kinks, though the gryphon did not understand the severity and the danger of what she was doing, only the fantasy and the passion of it. Maybe that was where she had truly erred, though the gryphon would never know, not as she pushed on, sitting up onto her knees so that she could ease out of her babydoll.

Simon licked his lips, tipping in closer to the screen, his cock out and in his paw, though she could not see that. The gryphon did not need to see as he enjoyed her form, the rise and fall of her breasts, how she shuddered in anticipation. Ah, yes, her lust was high, but she needed him to push her just that little bit further, to get her over the edge. For there was no other way that Hestia could reach the high of the ultimate release in the bliss of air deprivation.

Even if it meant her death... But that was not something that Simon was all that concerned about, oh no, not at all. Why should he worry about that when she was merely a toy to be used as he pleased? She would be thrown away at the end of it all, licking his lips once again, his nose nearly brushing the computer screen.

"There, there, my sweet..."

"What?"

The gryphon blushed but did not cover her chest as he encouraged her.

"Take it tighter. You have to really feel it closing off your windpipe, more and more."

He was impatient, pushing the other on, though there was still no sense of rush, not when she was so eager to do it herself too. The whole thing had an added air of eroticism to it, considering that the gryphon had been the one to place the zip tie around her own neck, sealing away her fate even though there was no rhyme or reason to what she was doing.

Hestia trembled. Everything was becoming very real all of a sudden, everything that she had fantasied about and dreamed of, over and over again. The zip tie no longer felt like a foreign object but a part of her body as it lovingly clasped her neck, the sense of Simon's eyes on her oddly erotic. Yes, she liked that, though it was not something that she would get to experience again, not if she went too far.

But she wouldn't go "too far", would she?

Hestia did not know. She could not know, not as she clicked the zip tie just a little bit tighter again, pressing around her neck. The gryphon coughed, throat juddering, though she could not perform that freely as the zip tie pulled snugger and snugger.

"Yes... Do more... This is going to feel so good, Hestia..."

Simon urged her on and she wanted it too, aroused, her skin tingling, feathers standing up in odd directions as if she had been ruffled by a breeze that had no business being in her bedroom. Her breath came in short, half pants, tightening it again, the secure fit sealing around her neck, pressing in on the sides of her throat as well as the front.

Now that Hestia had begun, there was absolutely no going back. Her chest juddered as she struggled to take in enough breathe, panic trying to clutch at her as, too late, she clutched and grabbed at the zip tie.

"Unff... Huff... Argh..." Her eyes bulged, strained with fear. "Si... Simon... Can't breathe..."

"You can breathe, my dear, if you are speaking. But you need to let go of everything you have known for this to feel good. That point of orgasm while you are gasping for air..." He hid his smirk, though his cock pulsed a little more, dribbling pre-cum. "It is worth it, all for the divine."

Yes, yes... She settled herself, head swinging lightly from one side to the other as she laid back on the bed, taking smaller breaths, though she never quite felt as if she had enough air in her lungs. Boldly, she met his eyes on the screen, drawing the zip tie a touch tauter all over again.

"Good girl... Doesn't that feel good? Now, touch yourself. Make yourself feel even better, my pretty bird..."

She could only obey, lost in the moment, allowing herself to slip away more and more, though Hestia did not even know that she was under the fox's control. It had happened so slowly, like the tightening of the zip tie, that she had not noticed it, yet her trust in Simon was absolute in such a way that she could not revoke it now that she had come to it. She had to go through with it, excitement flooding her. If someone was with her, everything would be okay anyway, she was sure, quite sure.

The gryphon's chest heaved as her body strained, though she knew that there was no real reason to panic, none at all. She only had to be in control of herself as she drew on the zip tie yet again. How many clicks would it take to completely cut off her breath? And what would happen then? The gryphon should have wondered how she'd be able to stop herself from going all the way, with such a tight zip tie around her neck that she could not even get a talon under it, but that thought simply was not in her mind.

It should have been in the mind of a loving partner, yet the darkness that was to be the end of her only held a sly fox as her witness. And he had his cock in paw, enjoying the show, slowly jacking off to the whites of her eyes, how her body gave that special little shudder, that panicked shudder where the anthro too was striving to hold themselves under control. He was only there to enjoy the show, yes, the darkness of her gasping for air, for breath that would no longer be hers to take. For Simon had never wanted to bond with Hestia or to help her in the first place.

The fox had only come online that night to watch her die. And he so very dearly hoped that she would, all for his viewing pleasure. One life gone would be of no consequence as he licked his lips, tongue lashing the side of his muzzle.

"Tighter, Hestia. You have to tug it tighter."

The gryphon panted, but she could only obey. It was right, she was sure it was, all would be well. Her fingers tweaked a nipple, tugged on the zip tie, pushed a finger into her pussy. So many different sensations had become heightened with the lack of air, though the panting, struggling gasps filled the room. She could not even moan as the warm zip tie closed more and more around her throat, depriving her of life-giving air, though she still had enough that she remained conscious.

That was fine, wasn't it?

The truth was that Hestia did not know and could not know, the one that she had put her trust in well and truly on his way to betraying her. She had no clue that Simon did not care for her as he told her that it was safe to tighten it further, that she would still be able to breathe, as she closed it another three notches.

And then there was no air left for her, gasping as if she was trying to drag air in through her beak, even though she usually breathed through her nares. Her breasts rolled and her fingers jammed into her pussy, though she could barely concentrate on anything as more and more tension rose inside her. It was overwhelming, the furtive need to breathe, her entire being wrapped up in survival, wanting to heave, wanting to pant, wanting to gasp - even when her mere ability too was well and truly cut off.

That was the point of no return, even though Hestia did not know that it was so, grunting and groaning, her beak opening and closing so very beautifully. All the fox had to do was to sit back and enjoy what he had put together, taking a sip of an alcoholic beverage that had been set beside his computer, ready. There was no sense in watching a suffocation, after all, without something to help him relax a little more, excitement setting his fingers itching, wanting to dance and tap about.

Oh, it was erotic, so very erotic, how the sheets twisted and rumpled under her, how she leapt up, the laptop bouncing, though she had to come back down to the bed sooner or later. There was nowhere for her to go even as she rocked onto all fours, heaving, grunting, eyes wide and wild, a creature trapped in a cage where instinct ruled.

"Relax, my dear, you're doing wonderfully..."

That helped, just a little, and a little was all that she needed as she tried her best to relax. She had to trust that all that he said was okay, for there was simply nothing else that she could do. Not even as her body strained and her lungs blistered, the zip tie so tight, so very tight.

The gryphon clawed at it, heaving and grunting, her body aching for release, though if orgasm swept through her, that kinky thrill, it was not strong enough not to be overtaken by the all-encompassing need to breathe. She had to breathe, had to get air into her lungs, yet that was all part of the fun, the kink, arousal conflicting with fear, the desire to lean into her fantasies. Yet it was no longer a fantasy to experience the blissful drama of air deprivation when the zip tie would not loosen, something that she had known beforehand and had not cared about. The fact of the matter was there that the gryphon had not thought it through.

And that was to her detriment and the pleasure of the one who had taken advantage of her. Simon watched hungrily as her body twisted and contorted so beautifully, caught between arousal and her body struggling with all its might simply to survive. Oh, how she wanted to live even as she fed her wildest fantasy... Was that not the best way to go? Not for him, of course, the predator there, but for her, the tight zip tie showing as an indent in the feathers of her neck, her fingers fluttering up there more and more weakly, as if the strength was slipping from her limbs already.

Her body faded, slowly but surely. She could survive without air for some time, but there was no telling, not when she was the one there, in the moment, experiencing it all first-hand. Hestia fell quiet, her eyes half-closed, some part of her accepting it, even though her lungs heaved and strained, the pain of needing to breathe powering through her chest as if it was about to break from her ribcage.

Her vision trembled, the edges blurred, losing her ability to cling to reality, as much as she struggled, not understanding what had happened. All she knew was that she was struggling to maintain her presence, even though she was turned on, so very turned on, her entire body hot as if eroticism was sweeping her form repeatedly, nipples hardened into perky little nubs, fingers weakly playing between her thighs. Dimly, she was aware of the fox's grunt, though Hestia would never know that he had climaxed to the sight of her gasping for breath, well and truly on her death bed, even though the gryphon did not know or accept that, not yet.

It didn't matter whether she accepted it or not, not with her vision faded, slipping away, the plastic ring cutting viciously into her neck, her lungs burning. Her fate would meet her there, either way, taking her down and down and down.

"You're so fucking hot, gryphon... Thanks for the show."

The fox growled, wiping off his paw on his trousers, though he had enjoyed it all too much to care for the mess. Her last moments were everything that he had dreamed they would be and more.

As darkness encompassed her, the gryphon slipped down and down and down, losing her sense of self, yet the pain was gone. Sweet relief closed around her, leaving the body of the gryphon gasping for air that would never come, lost to the whims of a fox who had orchestrated her death, and so very beautifully too at that.

Who could have known that threading a single zip tie around her neck could have led to such an end?

But the sweetness of suffocation left Hestia wet between the thighs, plummeting into the unknown with what would be said to be a smile on her beak.