“Twelfth Night Strangulation Celebration”


Posted by tina on December 22, 20010 at 09:15:22:

Hey, everyone! Here is a Christmas time story for your reading pleasure. Enjoy!

“Twelth Night Strangulation Celebration”
By Tina

“Hey, Joe, flip on the radio and catch a weather forecast,” Heather called out from the bedroom.

She was working her pantyhose up her sleek legs as she finished dressing for the big Twelfth Night Party. Their boss was hosting the gala event and Heather had been primping all day to look her best. She pulled the sheer to waist hose up over her hips and tugged them up over her firm ass. She spread her panties back out as she smoothed out the silky hosiery up around her waist. Heather took a look at her body in the full-length mirror and smiled with approval. She was hot.

“Damn,” Joe cursed when she got to the radio, “I forgot these plaid ribbons from Christmas.”

“That’s okay,” Heather said as she joined her housemate back in the living room, “we can throw them in a drawer until next year.”

“Oh, yeah, like I’m going to remember what I did....”

Josephine Reynolds, whom everyone called Joe, was interrupted by a loud tone on the radio.

“We interrupt our regular broadcast with this special news bulletin. The county sheriff’s department reports convicted murderer, Jake Sneed has escaped while in route to Marion State Prison. Authorities say the man is armed and extremely dangerous. The escapee is described as 6 feet tall, weighing 215 pounds, hazel eyes and balding. The prisoner was last seen on state route 27 near Pickneyville. Anyone who sites Mr. Sneed should contact the local authorities immediately. And now back to a regular programming.”

“Holy shit,” Joe exclaimed, “that’s only a few miles from here. Maybe we should stay home tonight.”

“You worry too much,” Heather said reproachfully, “I didn’t get all dressed up to spend the evening watching the boob tube with you...no offense.”

“None taken but I....”

For the second time Joe was interrupted in mid-sentence. However, this time the interruption came in the form of a stranger. The intruder was holding a gun on the two women.

“Sit down with your friend and don’t make any sudden moves,” the man said, “either of you.”

He pointed the gun from one to other as Joe quickly sat down on the couch. Both women cringed as the menacing stranger crossed the living toward them.

“Joe, its him,” Heather said in hushed tones as she recognized the intruder.

The man did indeed fit the description of the escaped convict and murderer, Jake Sneed.

“I told you to keep quiet,” the man said harshly to the completely terrified woman.

Jake Sneed picked up one of the ribbons from the coffee table where Joe had put them.

“Here, tie your friend’s wrist with this,” the man commanded as he handed the ribbon to Joe, “and tie her tight.”

“Please, don't hurt us,” Joe begged, “we’ll do what ever you say.”

Heather was initially not in a mood to cooperate but then took another look at the gun. She had never seen a barrel so big before. The man appeared to be holding a cannon on the two captives. Reluctantly Heather put her hands behind her back. As ordered Joe began to knot the gay ribbon around Heather’s wrists.

“Owe, that hurts,” Heather squealed as Joe pulled the material tight.

“That’s good, missy,” the convict said, “I don’t want you two giving me any trouble.”

He watched nervously as Joe finished knotting the ribbon. Heather was helpless now as she sat looking at her captor.

“Now for you lady, put your hands behind your back,” the man said.

He pointed the gun at Joe and she quickly complied with his statement. He took hold of both of her hands in his left hand. She was amazed at how powerful his grip was. The escapee placed his gun on the table and picked up another one of the Christmas ribbons. Joe wanted to beg him not to tie her but she suddenly had lost her voice. The woman was so frightened she could no longer speak. Joe’s lips trembled as she felt the plaid ribbon being tied around her wrists. Like her companion she was soon a helpless captive of the heartless killer.

“Do you two have any food in the house?” the man asked Heather.

“Yeah, there is some lunchmeat and bread in the ‘fridge,” the woman replied still trying to be cooperative.

He herded the ladies into the kitchen and they watched him make a half dozen sandwiches. The two bound beauties sat uncomfortably as Jack Sneed ate one of the sandwiches. The rest he packed into a sack. The intruder also took the keys for Heather’s SUV. The car was just what the man needed to make his escape through the back roads in the area. Heather’s purse was hanging on a hook near the back door. He rifled her wallet and took all of her cash. He took a look at her driver’s license picture and then tossed the billfold on the floor.

“Where’s you purse, lady.”

Joe was feeling a little calmer now. She managed to tell Jake Sneed that her purse was in the living room. So the escapee herded his captives back into the living room. He forced them to sit back down on the couch and then put his gun into the waistband of his pants.

“I’m sorry, ladies,” Jake said as he picked another length of ribbon from the coffee table, “I know you’ve been real cooperative but I can’t have any witnesses.”

Joe’s eyes got big as she watched Jake stretch the ribbon out between his big hands. Joe pushed her body back into the corner of the couch and squeezed her eyes shut tight. Heather too saw what was coming as the man stepped in front of where she sat, helplessly awaiting her fate.

“NOOOOOO,” Heather begged as Jake leaned over her, “Please stop...AAAHHHHHH...aaaccckkkkk”

Heather pleaded and then screamed as Jake wrapped the brightly colored ribbon around her neck. He quickly pulled the ligature tight and knotted it securely around Heather’s throat. Joe opened her eyes again when Heather screamed. She watched in horror as Jake began to choke her friend. Heather’s eyes were bulging wide as Jake got the ribbon tied off. She was making horrible gagging noises and her tongue began to poke out of her mouth.

Heather turned her face toward where Joe was sitting, still cowering back against the soft cushions as Jake turned on her. Joe could see Heather’s face was a bright red color and her mouth was opening and closing rapidly as she tried to breathe past the gay ligature. The plaid ribbon was snug around her throat and the poor woman was slowly asphyxiating.

Joe looked from her friend back to the deadly intruder. All Joe could do was shake her head from side to side as she watched him pick up the other bit of ribbon. He had an odd smile on his face as he bent over the frightened woman. She pushed as far back away as she could as he wrapped the ribbon around her throat just as he had with Heather.

Joe was in such a state of shock she was able to make only soft whimpering noises as the ribbon encircled her tender flesh. She felt the ribbon begin to tighten and took in a ragged breathe. When she tried to exhale her airway was already pinched closed. Her chest began to heave as Jake finished tying the deadly bow.

“There we go, all decorated for Christmas,” Jake laughed as he stood up.

He sat down on the coffee table and watched the two women struggle. Heather was already showing signs of passing out. Her face was a mottled purple and her tongue was hanging lewdly out of the side of her mouth. Her eyes were beginning to roll up in her skull. Her housemate was still struggling frantically to break free. Jake could see her pull at the ribbon binding her wrist in a futile effort to free her hands from the pretty bonds. Joe wanted desperately to untie the deadly loop of ribbon from around her throat. Her head felt as though it would explode. Through her tears she could see the vicious killer laughing at them.

Joe’s feet pounded the carpet as her legs pedaled furiously. She was oblivious to her dead friend. Heather’s heart had finally given out and she lay slumped motionless at the other end of the couch.

“Please let us go,” Josephine begged in her mind as she fought desperately to free herself from this sinister snare.

Jake Sneed looked closely at Joe’s face as it puffed up from the strangulation. Like her dead friend Joe’s face went from a pale white, to a bright red and then to a dull violet as the last of her oxygen was depleted. Joe’s muscles began to fail her and she no longer lifted her legs at all. Her knees worked out and then her thighs would slap together. She tugged weakly at her bonds but was too far-gone to break free.

As Jake watched the trembling woman she slumped over onto her side. Her head lay on the couch with her head turned toward her killer and her dead eyes stared accusingly at him. The deadly stare failed to bother Jake Sneed in the least.

Jake walked over and felt Joe’s throat. He repeated this process with Heather. The sight of the faces made it plain that both women were dead but Jake did not like taking chances. That was what had gotten him caught and convicted in the first place. No more stupid mistakes for Jake Sneed. This time his fingers found no pulse on either throat. He left the dead housemates where they lay.

Jake Sneed stole Joe’s cash and drove Heather’s SUV off into the night. The two lovely ladies celebrated Twelfth Night strangled on their couch.