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[Pokémon, f-self, asphyxiation, accidental]

“Aaand that's game!” The referee swipes her hand down “Winner is the Gym Leader Flannery!” As her opponent recalls his beaten fighter, Flannery hurries onto the field and pets her Pokémon. “Great job, Torkoal! That was awesome!” “Tooaar.” “Alright get some rest now, thank you for your hard work.” She returns Torkoal to its Pokéball, then turns to her challenger.

“That was a good fight, you did well. Get some more training and I'll gladly battle you again.” He really did; even if using an Abomasnow in a Fire-type Gym was a rather questionable decision, the fact that he even reached her speaks for itself, and his Rain Dance plus Water Pulse combo was almost enough to give Flannery a run for her money. But in the end the type weakness was too big, on top of the resulting steam clouds being advantageous to Torkoal too. The boy mutters something unintelligible and leaves. But he's gonna be back, Flannery can tell just from looking at him; not that she minds at all, rematches tend to make for the best battles.

With a long sigh Flannery stretches, adjusts her top and tries to wipe her sticky hair out of her face to little avail. She really does like hot temperatures, and she's used to the humid air of the hot springs, but thanks to the Rain Dance, this battle got just a little too heated – or at least too heated to be wearing anything more than a towel around her waist.

After a short glance at the clock, Flannery waves over her aide, noticing how the blue-haired girl is barely even sweating despite the climate in the room. How does she do that? “I already had a bunch of challengers, I think we can call it for today, right?” “Sure.” The girl nods; of course, who in their right mind would say no to getting home from work early? ...Okay, Roxanne might, but that chick really is a nerd, simple as that.

“Right. If there are still challengers waiting, just book them for tomorrow morning, would you?” “Of course.” “Thanks. See you tomorrow.” “Yeah, see you.” As her assistant returns to the reception, Flannery leaves the Gym via the side exit and makes her way back to her home close by.

Locking the door behind her, Flannery steps out of her shoes, then undoes her top and just drops both parts to the floor, freeing her breasts that were uncomfortably tied down; she really should look into getting a sports bra or something. Wandering through her apartment topless, she quickly gathers her laptop and a few other utensils before entering her bedroom, the permanently closed blinds creating a nice and cool ambient temperature.

This day was seriously stressful, soo many battles. And what better way to unwind. Taking off her trousers, now only wearing dark red panties, Flannery boots up her laptop and loads a few of her favorite videos. Of course the 'plot' as it were is pretty unremarkable, but that's not what you watch porn for, is it? It's about the action, and that is hot as always; by the time the second victim gets hanged and begins dancing in the air, Flannery is already wet, playing with her breasts with one hand while the other rubs the outside of her pussy through her panties.

After the video ends she briefly checks that one imageboard, but after the recent outage it suffered there's little new content right now, a shame. Flannery pauses to take off her soaked panties, then starts tying a long, soft piece of rope into a rather complicated knot. It took quite a few tries to figure out just how to tie it, and since one really close call she always has a knife handy just in case.

This whole thing is probably unsafe and silly, but somehow to Flannery the peril is very much part of what turns her on. It's not like she's careless or anything; she always stops way in advance, the knot will completely open if she pulls the release, and she's got her knife – which she never actually had to use yet –, so there's little that could go wrong.

Double-checking the loop, Flannery ties one end of the contraption to the post at the top of her bed, then lies onto her bad and places the other side around her neck, carefully pulling it closed until the rope sits just about tight around her neck.

Flannery only has to pull forward a little for the rope to slip tighter, and once it does it won't loosen on its own, unless she undoes the entire knot. It's actually quite ingenious, this way she has both her hands free while still having control about how strongly she gets choked.

She leans forward a fair bit, the pressure immediately closing around her throat and her heartbeat audible in her ears as she starts rubbing her fingers around her clit in small circles while the other hand begins playing with her nipples.

Her labored breaths and moans gradually shifting into gasps, Flannery slowly keeps tightening the rope as her pleasure grows, soon pushing multiple fingers into her pussy as the other continues working her clit. She knows her face must be seriously red by now, and her head is pounding, but it only actually serves to push her further, all other sensations intensified, both the pain and the pleasure.

Flannery soon feels her climax approaching, and pulls at the rope once more, letting out a loud gasp as it cuts into her neck even further, the rest of her body feeling like an interplay of numbness and searing pain and her head and lungs aching for air. But they're not going to get it quite yet, just a little longer.

Just a few moments later she reaches an orgasm, her moans cut off into strangled sounds by the rope, her entire body rhythmically tensing and arching her back as her mind is awash in a flood of contradictory sensations, the pleasure briefly supplanting the pain, all the more heightened by her body's signals of danger and impending death.

On the brink between life and death, pleasure and pain. These moments Flannery feels more alive than anytime else.

But alas, her orgasm subsides much too soon and the pain returns full force, but Flannery has done this often enough to not pointlessly panic, and instead focuses through the haze enveloping her sense and the spots flickering before her eyes, almost calmly reaching for the loose end of rope hanging from the knot around her neck and pulling it – only for the end to give way a few centimeters before stopping, and the knot doing nothing at all.

Did she actually make a mistake while tying it? Fuck. Where is the knife?! Blackness begins creeping over the edges of her vision as Flannery frantically grasps for her knife and quickly finds it, but by this point her fingers aren't quite obeying her anymore and drop the knife again immediately. Forcing down the rising panic inside her, she carefully reaches for the knife once more – only for her fingers to brush against the blade from the wrong side, sending it falling off the edge of the bed with a low clattering sound.

No! Flannery tries to get up and pick up the knife, but the rope around her neck holds her back, tightening even further in the process and eliciting a desperate gasp. She reaches over her head, trying to free the other end of the rope from the bedpost, but her trembling fingers keep slipping. Come on! This can't be how it ends! She just.. just needs to turn around and get up...

But her feet can't find any purchase on her sheets, pointlessly kicking as Flannery's hands begin desperately clawing at the rope to no avail, pulling it even tighter if anything, her fingernails tearing bloody red marks into her skin. No, not like this... Her eyes fill with tears as her body slowly ceases obeying her, only twitching and convulsing out of reflex, every single synapse feeling as if on fire.

Through the incredible, overwhelming pain filling Flannery's mind, the blackness slowly engulfing all of her is an almost welcome release, and she is only very vaguely aware of her body surrendering, her struggles dying down and peeing herself, as everything fades to whit-