Elly, the BCPU's skunk-hybrid enforcer, had a nose for trouble and a talent for making sure her targets wished they didn't. Tonight's target was Beth, a criminal running a network of underground labs producing designer drugs. BCPU intel had pinpointed her location: a secluded suburban house on the outskirts of the city.

Dressed in her form-fitting BCPU bodysuit, Elly moved like a shadow through the night. The rubbery material hugged her curves nicely, with reinforced seams and a hidden zipper for quick access to her "tools". She wore thick gloves and her gas mask strapped tightly to her face. The mask's filter ensured she breathed clean air, no matter how foul things got during her missions.

Slipping through an unlocked window, Elly navigated the dark house silently, her sensitive ears picking up the soft rhythm of Beth's snoring from the bedroom upstairs. Once upstairs, she saw that Beth was sprawled out on her queen-sized bed, her black hair splayed across the pillows. Elly wasted no time. She grabbed Beth by the ankles and yanked her off the bed in one swift motion, sending her tumbling to the floor. Beth hit the ground hard, her eyes snapping open in confusion and fear as she scrambled to orient herself.

"What the…? Who the hell are you?" Beth demanded, her voice groggy but quickly sharpening as she took in the figure looming over her: the BCPU emblem on the suit, the skunk-like features, and the cold glare in her eyes.

Elly's voice came out muffled through her mask, but the disdain in her tone was clear as day. "Shut your mouth, you worthless pest. The BCPU sent me to deal with your little poison-peddling operation. Now, start talking: names of your suppliers, locations of your labs, and every dirty detail. Make it quick, or things get... fragrant."

Beth's eyes widened, but she quickly masked her fear with defiance, crossing her arms. She spat back, "Go to hell, freak. I ain't telling you shit."

Elly rolled her eyes, her tail flicking in irritation. She was already growing impatient. She hated it when they dragged this out. "Oh, please. You're just another low-life, poisoning the world for a quick buck. If you don't start talking, I'll make sure you regret it. We've got a gas chamber waiting for scum like you. But trust me, I can make it worse right here."

After a few more minutes of futile questioning, Elly's patience snapped. "Fine. Enough of this crap," she muttered. With a swift motion, she reached for the hidden seam on her bodysuit, unzipping it to expose her rear. The cool air hit her skin, but she felt nothing but excitement for what she was about to do.

Grabbing Beth by the hair, Elly forced her onto the floor and positioned herself behind her. "If you won't talk, you don't need to breathe either," Elly coldly stated. She wrapped her legs around Beth's head in a reverse headscissor, locking them tight. Beth's face was pressed directly into Elly's asshole. The criminal's nose buried in the warm, suffocating crevice. Elly locked her legs together and squeezed tight, cutting off Beth's air supply completely.

Beth's muffled screams vibrated against Elly's skin as she thrashed wildly, her hands clawing at Elly's suit in desperation, but Elly firmly grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the ground. The lack of oxygen hit her fast. Beth's face quickly turned red, slowly shifting purple, as her eyes bulged out. She gasped futilely, only to draw in nothing but the oppressive heat from Elly's body.

Elly held the position for what felt like an eternity to Beth, watching with a twisted smile as the criminal's struggles grew weaker. Just as Beth's vision started to blur and her body went limp, Elly released the hold, letting her gasp for air.

"Had enough yet?” Elly snarled. “Tell me what I want to know, or we'll do that again."
Beth coughed violently, her throat raw, but her stubbornness held. "F-fuck you... I won't say a word."

Elly's eyes narrowed behind her mask. "Wrong answer." She locked her legs back into the headscissor, pulling Beth's face back into position. The suffocation repeated, Beth's body thrashing as her airways were sealed. Her nose felt like it was being crushed, the lack of air causing a searing pain in her chest and a pounding in her temples. Tears streamed down her face, and she clawed at the floor, her nails breaking. Elly released her again, only to lock in a third round when Beth still refused to talk.

By the fourth cycle, Beth was broken. Her voice hoarse and desperate, she gasped, "Okay! Okay, stop! I'll talk! The suppliers are in the old warehouse district, warehouse 551. Shipments go to the docks every Tuesday. There's a guy named Marco who's in charge of logistics... please, just stop!"

Elly listened, committing it all to memory as a cold, disdainful smile formed behind her mask. "See? Was that so hard?” she said, “But you're still a waste of space. I was going to drag you in so Misty could have some fun in the gas chamber with you. But now... I think I'll save myself the trouble. You're not worth the paperwork."

The hope in Beth's eyes died, replaced by pure, unadulterated terror. She tried to scream, but Elly's thighs tightened with finality, locking her in the intimate prison once more.

With Beth's nose pressed firmly against her asshole, Elly flexed her muscles and released a barrage of farts directly into her face. The first was a silent cloud of thick, rotten gas, flooding Beth's nostrils, searing her sinuses and throat. Beth's body convulsed, her eyes bulging as the toxic fumes invaded her lungs, causing immediate nausea and burning pain. She gagged violently, vomit filling her mouth, but unable to escape.

Elly didn't let up. Another fart rumbled out, louder this time, the putrid mixture of decayed meat and skunk musk filling the air around them. Beth's skin reddened from the chemical burn caused by the compounds Elly’s biology infused into her gas.

Elly laughed, her voice full of contempt. "This is what you get for being a useless, drug-pushing trash heap. I warned you about the gas chamber, but now you're getting the express version. Breathe it in, loser, you deserve every second of this."

Beth's body convulsed in a silent, violent seizure. Elly held her tight, feeling every twitch. She released another emission, this one longer, wetter, a continuous stream of foul gas that she pumped directly into her victim's face. The room, already tainted, became a biohazard zone.

Elly savored the moment. She could feel the struggles weaken, grow sporadic, and finally cease. She held the position for a full minute after the last tremor, ensuring every last bit of life was extinguished by her fumes.

Finally, she unlocked her legs and stood up, brushing off her suit as if nothing had happened. She glanced down at Beth's lifeless form, Beth’s face frozen in agony, her skin tinged with a sickly hue. Elly re-zipped her suit, her expression one of cold distaste, as if she'd just taken out the trash.

She sent the coordinates for warehouse 551 to dispatch and left the house the way she came, leaving the biohazard to be cleaned up later.

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Thank you very much to everyone who’s voted in the poll despite the less-than-ideal UI. This is the last call for anyone who still wants to vote, as I’ll be closing it tomorrow morning.

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