Dorian the strangler Part One

Posted by Dorian on February 12, 2000 at 22:03:22:

Dorian the Strangler
Part One
Strangling Helen Hunt
Standing before the mirror, Helen Hunt smiled seductively at herself. She knew she was beautiful and, looking into the mirror as the steam from the shower she had just had surrounded her like a mist, she admired her delicious figure. A white towel was wrapped around her slender waist, dipped low at the front to reveal as much of her delicious smooth, creamy skin as possible. Her slender figure looked too delicious to ignore, her stomach perfectly flat, her legs long and smooth, her navel deep and oval shaped, her breasts firm and perfect, her neck long and smooth and her face like that of an angel. As the steam slowly died away, she stared at her smooth skinned flat stomach, glistening in the light of the room and still moist from the shower. Her naval was perfect and slowly she ran her index finger along the rim of it, feeling slightly aroused by the touch. Then, sucking in as hard as she could, she stared at her delicious ribs as her smooth skin tightened around them beneath her appetising breasts.
In the darkness of the night, Dorian slipped quietly over the tall brick wall that surround Helen Hunt’s mansion. He had been planning it for months and now, with her husband away, he had the perfect time to meet Helen face to face alone. After cutting the barbed wire and climbing down into the backyard of the mansion, he checked all of the security systems to find them short circuited, just as he had arranged earlier that night thanks to a computer virus he had planted. Slowly and quietly he crept across the yard, his eyes fixed upon the upstairs bathroom window through which there came the bright light of the bathroom heater-fan light. Dressed completely in black, not even the best security guard in the world could have seen him as he crept from dark place to dark place.
Finally he found himself at the bottom of the large oak tree, the branches of which came very close to Helen Hunt’s bathroom window. With the greatest of ease Dorian climbed up, using the skills he had learned from the defence forces, until he came to the large branch which came directly up to the bathroom window. Slowly and very cautiously the handsome young man made his way to the end of the branch, peering through the window in the hope of catching a glance of the delicious Helen Hunt naked. His eyes widened as he saw to his amazement that Helen Hunt was standing in front of the bathroom mirror dressed in nothing but a towel dipped provocatively low around her slender waist. She was tying her lush long wet golden brown hair back in a ponytail, her arms lifted up behind her head as she did so, stretching her luscious flat stomach tight and revealing her luscious ribs. He watched as she tied her hair back, sucking in the beauty of her perfect naked breasts, long neck, slender figure and deliciously smooth creamy soft skin.
Then, taking a bottle of scented skin moisturiser, she poured some of the cream into her delicate hands and began to rub the cream into the smooth skin of her flat belly. He watched as she slowly rubbed it into her skin and even stuck her index finger down her navel to moisturise the inside of her bellybutton. She seemed to play with her navel for a while, caressing it with her finger as she rubbed the cream in. it was then, as she massaged her own luscious body with moisturising cream, that Dorian decided it was time to move. Caught up in the arousal of watching Helen Hunt caress her own nakedness, he climbed back down the tree to its base and ran as quickly as he could to the back door kitchen entrance.
The one true weakness in the mansion’s security was the trapdoor for the cat. Sliding through with the greatest of ease, Dorian crept quickly through the kitchen to the main staircase. Looking up the stairs he froze as he watched Helen walk past the top of the stairs in nothing but her low hung towel, swaying her hips seductively as she walked and totally unaware of Dorian’s presence. Caught up in his own sexual hunger and his fetish for strangulation, Dorian ran as fast as he could to the top of the stairs, smelling the sweet scent of Helen in the air as he made his way to the open door to her bedroom.
She stood at the wall to wall mirrored wardrobe, arching her back and stretching, lifting her arms up high above her head, a proud smile upon her face. Her towel slipped further down her slender waist to reveal more of her smooth skinned body, arousing Dorian all the more as he stepped into the room. Helen, seeing him in the mirror, turned suddenly and jumped with fright, her beautiful face transforming from self pride to pure disbelief. He knew that she was wondering exactly how he had entered the house unseen and perhaps also wondering just how much danger she really was in. He stared at her flat belly glistening in the light of the room, her towel low on her hips and her perfect breasts and smiled a dark smile. She was to be the most delicious strangle he had ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Even better than the school girl he had strangled the week before.
"What are you doing here?" She asked with her sexy voice as she covered her breasts with her arms.
Dorian didn’t say anything, he merely stepped forward as she backed up against the mirrored wardrobe, pressing her firm buttocks up against it as she stared into his eyes with a fear that made the kill all the more pleasurable. Standing only inches away from her, backing her into a corner, he stared deep into her beautiful eyes, feeling her sweet breath caress his face as she stared at him in terror. Then, as she gulped hard and tried to look for a way to escape, he moved his hands up to her soft long throat, feeling her smooth skin so deliciously fine against his fingers.
"What are you doing?" She asked, her sweet breath caressing his face as she looked worriedly into his eyes. She knew she was trapped and that screaming was futile as the house was sound proofed for privacy against people trying to listen in with sound equipment.
Slowly Dorian began to press his fingers against her smooth skinned long neck, feeling its softness as her breath felt hot against him. Helen’s eyes widened as she realised what Dorian was doing and immediately her hands left her breasts and clasped at his fingers in an attempt to free herself. Terrified and knowing that she was about to die, she began to squirm her delicious body around like a belly dancer. Without hesitation Dorian squeezed her soft skinned neck tight, feeling her skin oozing between his fingers as her delicious mouth opened wide and she dug her nails into his fingers.
"Stop!" She gargled as he squeezed her neck tight, feeling her smooth flat belly rubbing up against his. "Please…*ugh*…I…can’t…breathe…" Her beautiful face screwed up in pain as gargles began to come from her open mouth. She wriggled about erotically as he felt the vibrations of her gargling through his hands while they squeezed her long neck as tightly as possible. Her groin rubbed up against his, arousing him all the more as she squirmed in his grip and her towel fell away to the floor, revealing her perfectly waxed bikini line and luscious long legs. Her tongue began to stick out of her mouth as she struggled to breath, her delectable saliva dripping from the side of her mouth uncontrollably as Dorian moved his mouth to hers and, as he strangled her to death, sucked upon her delicious tongue like a lollipop.
Aroused by her groin rubbing up against his as she struggled and the taste of her tongue as he sucked upon it, her squeezed tighter and felt a bone in her neck crack and break, crushed by the force of strangulation. Her eyes widened further as her beautiful face turned red and her grip upon his hands began to loosen. As he sucked up her saliva, kissing her as she gargled and gasped for breath, Helen’s legs began to buckle and slowly she began to sink down as if melting against him. He felt her belly sliding down his body as she began to collapse. As he let her tongue slip from his lips her gargling became weaker and she sank down to her knees. As she arched her back her hands slipped from Dorian’s and her eyes began to glaze over. With one last desperate squirm she fell limp in his grasp. Looking down at Helen Hunt’s body, limp before him, Dorian smiled and continued to squeeze until he was sure that she was dead. With all of her acting awards and accolades, she was unable to save herself from Dorian the Strangler.
Slowly he let his hands slip from her long, soft neck and her body collapsed onto the ground, her beautiful face fixed with an expression of horror, her mouth and eyes open wide, her tongue sticking out. After allowing his erection to die down, he surveyed her luscious figure one last time and then escaped before anybody happened to visit.