Posted by KnightStalker on July 31, 2001 at 13:36:42:
This is dedicated for those of you who share my type of neck fetish.
KnightStalker
PURPLE ON VIOLET
Violet strolled in with her usual casual manner making sure she made eye contact with Pablo as she passed the shrouded bust he had been working on. She sensed that her coy attitude toward him and this project were beginning to take their toll. But after all, he did deserve it. The idea that she had to account to him for her time when she wasn’t here posing for him while he molded her likeness out of clay was totally out of line. No one owned anybody in this day and age. Like a lot of artists, though, Pablo tended to be temperamental about many of life’s issues.
Without a word of greeting she went over to the dressing screen at the rear of his studio and changed into the costume Pablo had handpicked for her at a nearby dress shop. In a couple of minutes she emerged from behind the screen. His eyes drank in and followed her incredible beauty as Violet sauntered over to the make-up table to fix her hair. While she was sitting there and brushing her jet black mane which just barely touched her supple white shoulders, he became highly aroused by her movements and because of the way she looked.
People usually noticed that Violet had very bright royal blue eyes which bordered on being purple and that they lit up her very attractive fashion model face. Pablo had come close to matching her eyes with an off the shoulder summer dress that he found for her to wear. He moved toward her while she sat at the table putting the finishing touches to her hair with a purple ribbon. As she began to sexily slide the dress’ neckline off of her shoulders he reached down to kiss her right one and then hungrily moved his lips up the slope until he found the little hollow as the slope met her smooth neck. As Violet tossed her head back to accentuate her swan throat for Pablo, he ran his left hand up from her bare shoulder blades to the nape of her neck. She emitted a small moan when he grabbed a little tuft of hair and gently tugged on it while his mouth explored the soft ridges of her marvelous windpipe. His right hand fondled her ample soft white breasts under the dress’ neckline.
It was a moment of mutual passion as his mouth found hers and his right hand joined his left around Violet’s incredible long neck as she sat at the table and as he stood straddling the bench. With all of Pablo’s faults he was still a good lover in her mind. But damn all of those insecurities he couldn’t seem to shake.
She quivered submissively as he applied some squeezing pressure to her arched neck. She moaned as his palms closed ever so slightly on her throat and the nape of her arched neck. She liked it when he exhibited this power over her because none of his insecurities manifested themselves while they made love. She welcomed his control over her. Likewise, Pablo felt he was at his best when they were intimate. He took the upper hand in whatever they did sexually. He enjoyed his role with her so much that he found that he had inadvertently developed a strong neck fetish for Violet’s perfect throat. It had been fortunate for both of them that Violet enjoyed his manipulation of her neck and that she liked to flaunt its beauty for him whenever they were together. She had gone so far as to perform a nightly beauty regimen with a special moisturizing cream to ensure her beautiful throat was always soft and “touchable” for his hands. Violet also made sure that she wore clothing with sexy open necklines so that Pablo could expose her throat and upper body in any fashion he desired.
While she was definitely aroused by their intimacy, Violet dreaded having to sit through yet another of the countless sculpting sessions. Therefore, she stood up at the make-up table and declared to Pablo that he must work on her bust before they made love today. With all of his insecurities hanging out again he grumbled his displeasure to her, but had no choice but to relent. Or did he?…
Without her realizing it, Pablo moved closer to Violet from behind as she approached the loveseat that she had sat on so many times. Before she could sit, he grabbed her from behind by sliding his hands along her bare shoulders to her long neck and said, “No! Not this time!.” She was very startled by his actions and knew his “embrace” of her neck was not prompted by his usual motivations. She could feel the anger he was projecting onto her throat.
“What are you doing, Pablo?
“Quiet, or I will loose all of my patience with you! I have not appreciated your coyness and ambivalence with me all of these weeks while I have worked on your bust. All you’ve had to do is to sit while I feverishly tried to preserve your beauty for eternity. Well, I guess I can let you see how far the bust has come.” With that he yanked her by her neck and brought Violet over to the shrouded bust. He was so rough in his treatment that she barely could keep from stumbling as he maneuvered her. Her neck also hurt from his hands.
She rasped at him, “Before you show me this, I should tell you that you’ve been no picnic either. Do you think it’s easy to sit for all of those hours and listen to your “Old World” rantings of insecurity all the time? Do you think I’d let anyone own me? Forget it! Not you! Not anyone!
He slowly released his right hand from her neck and then removed the shroud with one quick motion to expose the bust. Nothing could have prepared Violet for what now stood in front of her on the waist high table.
Pablo had certainly captured her likeness and her beauty in the life-sized bust of Violet’s upper body. Even the details of the off the shoulder dress were as prominent as could have been mastered in clay. Yet it was the essence of the bust’s portrayal that was horrifyingly extraordinary. Pablo had molded his lover into being his victim of a brutal manual strangulation. The ring on the middle finger of the right hand told Violet that her strangler was Pablo. Without saying a word he replaced his right hand back around her neck from behind and forced her to look upon her own death scene.
Pablo’s hands in clay were depicted as if he were choking her from the front. His thumbs were pressed deeply into Violet’s rounded windpipe just below where the slope of her shoulders and her neck met. He had arched her neck back about one-third of the way to make her throat look more prominent. Her mouth was wide open in a horrible gagging pose with her tongue protruding somewhat out of it. Violet’s once beautiful eyes literally bulged out of their sockets and were wide with terror. Her eyebrows were arched upward toward the middle of her forehead which also had a couple of shallow furrows in it. Violet’s hair hung loosely behind the slopes of her shoulders.
All Violet could do at first was to gasp at the horrifying work of art. She could sense the pain of the strangulation and now wondered what fate had in store for her. Certainly not this one! “No, it couldn’t be!”, she kept telling her herself over and over again.
Still without a word, Pablo maneuvered her back to the loveseat. He released her sore neck after making her sit down in the spot where she had been posing for him.
“Violet, you really didn’t think I was going to turn my back on my “Old World” ways for you or anyone else, did you, my sweet? You are mine now, and you will be forever. After listening to all of your decadent bragging I knew that I would have to be the one to make sure that we did remain together. I certainly couldn’t count on you anymore!
That’s when I decided that this bust would be the thing to keep us together forever. All I had to do is decide how I wanted to remember you. And that turned out to be an easy decision. As you know, a lot of our love making has focused on how much we both have enjoyed the beauty of your marvelous long neck. Your arrogance led me to portray you with my own two hands using your throat for a special “death caress”. I thought it would be very fitting to choke the arrogance out of your long white neck with my two hands. Don’t you agree, Violet?”
Violet immediately attempted to get off the loveseat, but Pablo definitely had the upper hand so to speak here. He just pushed her back down by her soft bare shoulders. She started to scream and yell to bring help, but Pablo had the only studio and apartment in the old warehouse. No one else would be within a quarter of a mile from here. Panic finally sunk in with Violet. She whimpered for pity. She whimpered for forgiveness. But it was much too late for any further discussion. He just stood there drinking in all of her beauty and wondering just how easy it was going to be to squeeze that soft alabaster white throat of hers in his hands.
Without a sound, Pablo slowly bent over Violet and rested his two hands on her supple shoulders. He proceeded to rearrange her dress’ neckline so that it sat 3-4 inches below her collar bones. Once done, he slid his two hands slowly up the steep slopes of her shoulders until they came to rest at her marvelous long neck. He positioned his thumbs just under Violet’s chin and forced her head back to again accentuate that incredible swan throat. Instinctively, Violet raised her own hands in an attempt to save herself. Yet, it was useless because Pablo’s great strength prevented her from even budging his hands despite the fact that he hadn’t yet begun to squeeze her lovely neck.
He pushed her back somewhat on the loveseat so that he could view her better while he stood over her with his hands still around her neck. He felt her gulp under his thumbs as he lowered them to sit just below the midpoint of her creamy smooth windpipe. Her eyes were wide with fear as he glared into her face. “Violet, I am going to have my final pleasure with you now. I really want to know how good it is to strangle a woman as beautiful as you, and to experience the ultimate intimacy with you, my sweet.”
“Pablo, why? You can’t! I will let you remember me any other way you want to! Please! Please don’t stran-gleckkhh me-e-gghh”.
A rush came over Pablo as he started to squeeze Violet’s neck. It was so warm and slender in his hands as his thumbs pressed into her soft white throat. She managed to wheeze a little and protest with, “Sto-o-p ackh Gul-kkhh! Uth-ankh! Hhhuhhhh….” Her choking noises subsided as he squeezed harder. The deep intrusion of his thumbs terminated all air from escaping over her vocal cords. The only sound coming from Pablo’s studio now was his grunting as he cruelly strangled Violet and the pounding of her legs on the loveseat and the rustle of the skirt on her off the shoulder dress as she tried to break away from his death grip.
Violet felt a sense of total helplessness as Pablo choked her. She knew that he would eventually strangle her to death. The pain and gagging for air was mounting to the point of being unbearable. She could feel her eyes bulging and her tongue beginning to emerge from her wide open mouth. His eyes were so intense and transfixed on her. They seemed to have a gleam of pleasure in them as he unmercifully squeezed her throat. It was hopeless. She was going to die while he actually enjoyed her strangulation.
While the molding of Violet’s long neck out of clay and then squeezing his hands’ image into her throat had brought a great deal of pleasure to him, it paled in comparison to the experience of being able to mold her real neck with his two hands. Pablo found a sense of euphoria in the power to squeeze her pliable and delicate throat as hard as his hands could do so. The indentations he made to her windpipe were extraordinarily deep and decreased the diameter of her lovely neck by as much as one-third. He couldn’t believe how easily her throat had yielded to the pressure of his hands. She looked so sexy in her purple off the shoulder dress as she lay prone face up on the loveseat while Pablo hovered over her with his maniacal precision of her strangulation.
Pablo watched Violet’s near purple eyes reflect the pain and suffering he was causing as he relentlessly crushed her perfect windpipe under his strong thumbs. Her face grew bluer as if to match her bulging eyes as he shook his beautiful victim by her luscious long neck. Her hands had already loosened their tenuous grip on his powerful wrists. Her arms began to flail aimlessly by bouncing on and off the loveseat cushions, and then off the back cushion. Violet’s legs had all but given up the fight and remained skewed and falling off the front of the loveseat. In the moments that followed, the only real movement by Violet was caused by his shaking of her. Her head lolled back and forth on her neck with each cruel yank. Her eyes had lost all of their luster and lost their ability to focus on anything.
With one tremendous yank of Violet’s marvelous neck, Pablo finished the first phase of their intimacy as she went totally limp on the end of his hands. Kneeling over her on the loveseat he let her beautiful form gently fall against its back. He made sure that her graceful throat arched back somewhat over the top. Pablo then got to his feet and stared at his dead Violet as if he was a camcorder that would record this moment forever. He gloated over his deed and the fact the likeness of the bust he had created earlier had captured the essence of how he had strangled Violet in real life. Now she lay in still repose but with much evidence that she had experienced an agonizing death.
A thought came to Pablo that his beautiful lover was still very desirable to him and that her aura now manifested two wonderful colors. Her smooth delicate skin evoked a cool but flawless whiteness, save for the very visible thumb and finger bruises on her perfectly curved throat. Those purple marks, together with the off the shoulder dress she still wore and the ribbon she had tied in her hair, all matched her eyes which were now glazed over in death. It had been so easy to create this artistic image with his two hands, even easier than his other work. He would have do this again somewhere with another long-necked lady who needed his special artistic attention.
Once again Pablo kneeled on the loveseat over Violet. He gently raised her body off of the back of the piece and held her fast against his body as he made her kneel in front of him. He lifted her skirt and spread her legs so he could insert his erect penis into her vagina and began to rock back and forth inside of her as they knelt there. One hand was clasped on her supple round ass while the other was curled around her back. Pablo left just enough slack in her body so that her head was arched back so that he could admire her throat and his handiwork on it. He came over and over before he finally had to let her go due to exhaustion. In an act of finality he repositioned her on the loveseat as she had been just after he had strangled her. Pablo then was satisfied with the way he would remember Violet.