Re: Strangle Me


Posted by KnightStalker on November 05, 2000 at 12:58:36:

In Reply to: Strangle Me posted by Taryn on November 04, 2000 at 06:07:44:

Hi Taryn: Just noticed your request and I am going to treat you to a special strangulation that will leave you reaching for your pretty neck as read this fantasy.


Imagine you've spent a beautiful day alone in the park near your place. It's approaching dusk on a early autumn evening and you've just about completed shootng 6 rolls of film with your brand new pentax camera. You are happy with the camera and decide to stay a little while longer to finish your last roll.

You feel a slight chill in the air as a small breeze greets your shoulders which are exposed from the tank top you are wearing. Also exposed is your delicate neck which has a slight red hue like your shoulders from the warm sun earlier today. Your blonde hair is still neatly tied in ponytail with a black scarf that matches your short skirt which almost looks like a cullotte. Rounding out the picture are your tan pantyhose underneath your skirt and your black clogs. While it wasn't the best outfit to have for today's excursion into the wooded park, you really don't have to go back to your place later for a change before you meet your friends later for a casual dinner.

All at once you are startled by some trashing sounds from behind some brush. You hear a strange call which turns out to be that of a beautiful peacock. What a perfect finishing touch to all of the sights you've captured today. Curiosity gets the best of you and you follow the bird through a few thickets to get off a good shot. The bird is faster than you because of your clogs and eventually you lose sight of it. You are also lost and not sure of the way back. Dusk is setting in and you feel a small sense of apprehension.

Taryn, imagine feeling totally alone, slightly chilly, and hearing virtually no sounds (not even the typical street sounds from town) except for an ocasional creak from a tree branch or the rustle of brush which you create as you try to find your way out of the woods. Even the rising full moon has an erie glow to it.

Soon you hear another series of sounds coming out of the night from behind you. Looking back sheds no clue on what they may be except that they are becoming louder and presumably getting closer to you. Rather than run which would make even more noise on your part, you decide to hide behind some brush to see who or what is tracking you from behind.

A few moments later a man emerges from the dark. He has a large muscular frame and walks slightly stooped over. Terror starts to grip you when he stops just 15 feet from your hidden position. He's looking all around as if to attempt to hear something. You try not even to gulp for fear any noise will bring him toward you. He is still standing there when a another breeze comes up from behind you and blows toward him. Suddenly, his head jerks toward your position in the brush and he slowly starts to lumber toward you. Instinctively, your righthand grabs your throat to holdback the scream that was about to erupt. You don't know whether it would be better to bolt farther into the darkness and hope to outrun him, or to hold right where you are in the hope he will pass you.

It's too late, Taryn, when you realize what brought him right to where you are... Your intoxicating perfume. You make a desparate break, but his reach is far greater than yours. His strong rough hands easily find your slender throat and start to choke you. You feel his thumbs press into your smoothe windpipe and all you can do is gasp and gurgle helplessly as he squeezes harder and harder. There are no other sounds in the night but his grunting and your gasping as he strangles you. In vein, you try to pry his hands off of your slender neck. You even hit him with your camera, but it shatters into pieces leaving a trail of exposed film along the ground. He barely notices the the attempt to knock hom out. You look into those cold cruel eyes and see no human emotion.

You know you are slowly being choked to death and there is nothing you can do to stop him. You can't even gasp anymore because his hands are so tighly gripped around your neck. Those relentless thumbs keep pressing.Your tongue is fully pertruding from your gaping mouth. Your bulging eyes start to fade as he continues to strangle and dangle you. Finally you feel the deep indentations his thumbs have made into your windpipe for the last time. The Blackness of Death engulfs you, causing you to become totally limp in his hands. You're still dangling with his thumbs on your throat.

A few moments later he lets you slide slowly to the ground in a heap at his feet. In the moonlight, your blank eyes stare into nowhere. He knows you are dead. But he is not quite finished with you. He removes your pantyhose and knots it three times around your graceful neck. He then pulls your skirt up to expose your supple thighs and gratifies himself inside of your body.

Suddenly, he alerted to another noise in the woods and lumbers off to investigate. There is another intoxicating smell to follow.

: It's Taryn, I am stilling waiting to be strangled here. I am wearing a tank top, a black skirt, and tan pantyhose. Come and get me :)