Posted by KnightStalker on May 08, 2002 at 22:10:05:
THE WINNING BID
PROLOGUE:
Getting what you want out of life is so important to being fulfilled. Some things are just harder to get than others. So if you really want to have what you need, you sometimes have to be more creative than the average citizen, especially when that citizen is the entity want to possess. Sexual fantasies are normal and as old as the human race, but mine long ago fell into the state of obsession and then into an over powering addiction which needs to be satiated on a periodic basis.
CHAPTER ONE:
When I strangled my first woman after fantasizing about it for several years, the sensation I felt while squeezing her slender delicate neck was so intense that I nearly came as I watched her go limp on the end of my hands. To feel her gurgles and gasps under my thumbs was sensational and I knew that I would crave that feeling forever. But to find another victim was going to be a formidable task because my work as a software consultant made very large demands on my time, and part of that demand was consumed though extensive travel to meet clients.
I literally chuckled to myself when I found the solution in how to find my next quarry. In fact, the idea was so good that I have been using it for nearly a year now and it has borne some interesting fruit. My last attempt was perfect in every way.
CHAPTER TWO:
As it turns out, e-based auction houses are not only great for hunting for unusual goods and services, but they are also fantastic for finding the special prey that I sought after. My special needs included that my victim has to be reasonably attractive, have a fashion model neck, a slim figure, and has been known to wear the type of sexy clothing that I like ……at least once. All I had to do to create a “suspect list” was to put a search parameter into the auction house website and wait to see if my needs were possibly available. The search parameter that I used was 2 or 3 words: “off shoulder” or “off the shoulder”.
Those two little phrases brought me a list with a plethora of garments being sold from all over the country. I first culled the list for pictures of women who were wearing the off the shoulder outfit and discarded those that were either undesirable or that were obviously those of professional models (from magazines and such). My next step was to form a short list that combined the two ideas of the lesser expensive outfit and the more desirable looking women. It did not matter whether I had a full-faced picture or one from “the chin up”, the latter of which is typical in e-based auctions. Then I commenced bidding on the off the shoulder outfits that had the potential reward I wanted.
Even though I chose the lesser expensive outfits, saving money was not my primary focus. It is my practice to bid on several garments simultaneously, and I wanted to ensure that I would have “The Winning Bid” on as many auctions that I chose to work. Having won the auctions only guaranteed me the luxury of creating a “prospect list”. Once I paid for the garments and then picked them up at the mail drops I purchased, I could now begin to trace the geographical origins of where my beautiful prey lived.
CHAPTER THREE:
My first choice was a brunette who had worn several off-the-shoulder” tops and who seemed to like to wear her long curly hair tied up on top of her head. That styling effect had caught my eye because it had helped to showcase her swanlike throat that was so slender and smooth. Moreover, the short puff sleeves were black and served to not only bare her pretty shoulders, but also served to accentuate porcelain hue of her white skin. She also had a great body.
Fortunately for me it was easy to trace Lyla’s identity after I picked up her blouse. But even better was the fact that she lived only 20 miles from one of my more active accounts whom I visited at least 6 times a year. When I first laid eyes on her on one of those visits I knew that she was going to give me a memorable experience. According to my research she was 32 years old and recently divorced. There were no children, no boyfriends, and NO roommates. She also lived in an apartment building where they a high tech security system and electronic keys (like at the better hotels) to access the building as well as the apartments. My software acumen made it easy to replicate Lyla’s key. All I had to do now was to wait for her to come home so I could return the blouse as a surprise gift and then help her put it on.
CHAPTER FOUR:
What seemed like days passing by were only a couple of hours before I heard the footsteps in the hall and then her front door opening. I felt a rush come over me as she stood there in the dimly doorway before she turned on her lights. Her slim silhouette was exquisite to behold as she moved toward the kitchen with a grocery bag. The light went on and I heard the water flow into the sink as she began to prepare something to eat.
Slowly I made my way from the still dark living room toward the lighted room. I stopped as I reached the threshold and gazed upon her movements to my left. Another rush came over me as my eyes became captivated by her swan neck while she was leaning slightly forward toward the sink away from me, and it was totally exposed because her dark brown hair was piled on top or her head. As I took another step toward Lyla she paused for a moment. ( I stopped breathing)….. Then she pushed the power button on the radio which was on the counter to give us some music for pleasure listening.
My next footstep put me in striking distance to seize her from behind. In one very quick motion I grabbed her by putting my right hand on her mouth and my left forearm across her throat. I pressed her beautiful body against mine as I dragged her backward into the living room. She only managed to sputter a few groans before she passed out from the asphyxiation. I was very careful not to bruise that tantalizing white neck or anything else for that matter. I then turned on the light.
CHAPTER FIVE:
How gorgeous she looked as I helped her out of her simple work blouse and skirt. Off came her bra and then her panty hose. I had to work fast, but not too fast to be able to enjoy a few of her womanly charms. Now I was ready to put on that fabulous top I “won” just for her to wear for this occasion. With surgical precision I slipped it over her head so as not to muss up her hairdo. I sat her up a little higher on the couch with her head tilted back on the cushion to accentuate that marvelous windpipe. As she started to stir some, I had just enough time to stretch the off-the-shoulder top to sit 3 to 4 inches below them and permit the center of the “V” in the neckline to be positioned yet 4 inches lower, just like in the picture I had.
Forgetting my manners, I did not bother to introduce myself to Lyla as she started to regain consciousness. But I did save her from listening the whole story of how I found her. I just wanted her to meet the guy who had submitted the winning bid on her off-the-shoulder top a few months ago, and that he came tonight to return it to her. I also complemented her on how beautiful she looked wearing it, and that was how I would remember her forever. Somehow I was able to communicate all of this within 20 to 30 seconds, and before she had fully regained her senses.
At this point I became very impatient with desire and anticipation of wanting to squeeze Lyla’s long neck. Her semi-dazed look had begun to evolve into fear, and then into abject terror as her lovely almond shaped blue eyes opened wide and her mouth started form a scream.
CHAPTER SIX:
My strong hands immediately crushed her shriek into a low guttural gasping type of wheeze as I began to strangle Lyla. Her 5’ 4” frame was no match for my 6’ presence. Her delicate neck was so slender that each of my two hands almost completely encircled it. My thumbs felt as though they had pressed so deep into her windpipe that they would soon be touching her vertebrae at the nape of her neck. Her throat was so soft and smooth under the strength of my thumbs. I could no longer feel any vibrations under them.
Lyla’s contorted face spoke the silent words of the pain and suffering she was feeling as I choked her. Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as her fists uselessly pounded my forearms. Her tongue slowly oozed out of her gaping mouth as I shook her violently back and forth. I fully enjoyed watching her head lolling uncontrollably on top of that porcelain neck while I cruelly squeezed it as much as my strength would allow.
Her knees began to sag and her fists began to listlessly flail as the end approached. Her once beautiful eyes were only half open now, almost belying the agony my hands had dealt her, save for the bluish tint to her complexion. When her hands slapped lifelessly onto the couch and my hands supported her total upper body weight, I knew that I had earned the rest of my prize. For there, Lyla laid with her freshly strangled neck replete with my cruel thumb bruises on her magnificent windpipe. I could still feel the touch of her neck in my hands as if they had been permanently telegraphed with the feeling of her soft skin on them. What a thrill she had given me on this night.
To finish the evening I lay down on top of her, repositioned her off-the-shoulder top, curled my hands around her gorgeous neck once more, and instantly came into her pussy.
KnightStalker