Posted by tina on December 01, 2008 at 09:07:34:
Hi, everyone! Here is the latest tale of my favorite strangler. The cops have set a trap. Enjoy!
“Bait for a Strangler”
By Tina
Cheyenne was in a hurry. She was supposed to be in position at the hotel bar but an unexpected call from her mother had delayed her. According to her mother Cheyenne was a quarter Native American. Unfortunately nobody in the family was quite sure from which tribe this blood originated. Cheyenne’s grandmother often said, “I think they should have named you Sue.” Then the old woman laughed loudly at her secret joke.
The phone conversation had been cut short because Cheyenne was needed at an undercover assignment. Still the lovely woman was late. There was no running to catch-up in four-inch high heels. There was also the matter of her too short skirt. Granted she was supposed to be enticing the South Side Strangler but Cheyenne saw no point in exposing herself just to gain a few extra seconds. According to the profile the Strangler Task Force had developed she would still be in the hotel lounge in plenty of time.
Despite her effort to remain calm and composed she was as nervous as a rookie might have been as she hurried across the parking lot. With ten years on the Orlando police force Cheyenne was far from a rookie. In fact she had earned her gold detective’s shield nearly three years ago. This case was totally different. The South Side Strangler had murdered fifteen women and the task force had precious little evidence. They had plenty of suspects if you counted all the assorted perverts who had been rousted since the first strangulation murder. There were plenty of fingerprints since the killer never used gloves. Unfortunately despite running the prints after each additional homicide there had been no match in any of the nationwide print databases. The strangler had never been fingerprinted. This of course eliminated former military personnel and men with criminal records that reduced the potential suspects by a few percent of the male population.
Even the description of the man seen last with a couple of the victims was of little help. The height ranged from 5’ 10” to 6’ 2”. Most of the witnesses agreed he was well built. The hair color was different and that lead the detectives on the Strangler Task Force to believe he occasionally used a dye job. A couple of the witnesses had said the man had facial hair but most had indicated he was clean-shaven.
So the Orlando police were looking for a man of average height, who was physically fit and with pick one: blond, light brown, sandy colored hair and with or without facial hair. He had no military or criminal record or at least had never been finger printed. Even the description of the perpetrator’s age varied from forty years of age to sixty.
That is when Inspector Caldwell had decided to put a detective in the field undercover. The woman had to be attractive and youthful in appearance. She had to be dressed to the point of appearing to be a bit of a slut. To lure the strangler the woman had to have long hair. Detective First Class Cheyenne Randall fit the bill perfectly. She had even been enthusiastic when Caldwell had proposed the idea.
As she hurried toward the hotel lounge she was dressed in a body hugging red knit dress, nude stockings whose tops kept peeking out from under the hem of her dress, red satin panties and no bra. Her hair was shinny and she had combed it up in a bold tease. Her makeup was more conservative although her lips were painted a bright red. With her height in the heels pushing the six-foot mark she was a jaw dropping sight to behold. So Cheyenne hurried across the parking area, attempting to keep her hem in place and still not be too late to her destination.
That was when she barged headlong into Charlie Smith. They both staggered a little at the unexpected impact. Cheyenne’s purse went flying and the contents spilled out on the asphalt pavement. The afternoon light glinted off something shinny as Charlie bent to assist the lovely lady. He glanced at the gold badge on one side of the black leather case. The picture of the woman kneeling in front of him adorned the other side of the case. Charlie decided the picture didn’t do her justice as he closed the case.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr…ah,” Cheyenne stammered as she began to refill her purse.
“I think it was my fault,” Charlie responded as he held out the gold badge, “I’m afraid I wasn’t watching where I was walking.”
Cheyenne looked at the stranger for the first time. He was a pleasant looking man with interesting eyes. Cheyenne took her detective shield and returned it to her purse. The beautiful policewoman stood and offered a hand.
“I’m Cheyenne Randall,” she said with a smile.
“Charlie Smith,” Charlie responded as they shook, “A pleasure to bump into you.”
They both laughed.
“Are you on duty here?” Charlie asked.
“Well, I shouldn’t say,” Cheyenne said conspiratorially, “can you keep a secret?”
Charlie nodded solemnly and crossed his heart.
“I’m working the South Side Strangler case,” Cheyenne said with her voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh, my,” Charlie whistled, “that’s the guy who has strangled all those women.”
“Yes, and I’m bait,” Cheyenne stated as she twirled around.
“Lucky strangler,” Charlie said with a laugh.
Cheyenne put a hand on Charlie’s arm. She wasn’t sure why but she was really attracted to this guy. The plus was that he already knew she was a cop. Being a female cop created a major dating dilemma. The men she met either wanted to handcuff her to the bed or they would run away peeing their pants when they discovered she was a cop. She wasn’t quite sure what it was about saying “I’m a cop” but it had a magical and most negative effect on potential suitors. Her was an attractive man who had learned by accident she was a cop and even showed an interest in her work.
“Listen, I know this is presumptuous but would you like to have a drink with me?” Cheyenne asked as she gazed into Charlie’s eyes, “I mean after I’m off duty.”
Charlie returned her gaze warmly as again he took her hand in his. They stood a second, holding hands and just staring. Then Cheyenne’s eyebrows had risen slightly to say “Well?”
“I’d love to have a nightcap with you,” Charlie said, “Will you still be in your cop’s uniform?”
Cheyenne slapped Charlie playfully on the arm.
“Maybe, if you’re good,” she laughed.
Suddenly being late was the furthest thing from Cheyenne’s mind. She quickly took out her notebook and pen. Charlie watched as she jotted something on a slip of paper. Then she tore the slip free.
“That’s my address and the time I get off this evening,” she said as she handed the folded slip to Charlie.
She leaned forward and kissed Charlie’s cheek.
“I’ll be there,” Charlie said with a smile as he lightly touched the warm spot on his cheek.
The South Side Strangler had no occupational preference. His first known victim had been a novice hooker and his second a lawyer. Cheyenne reminded Charlie of his seventh victim, Olivia Bennett. Olivia had the same dark hair and eyes but her skin had a ruddy glow compared to Olivia’s pale luminescence. But this was a police officer and a detective. And she was looking for the South Side Strangler. Charlie could hardly contain his excitement at the prospect.
He knew exactly how he would approach her. He didn’t wait for her to get off duty. He bumped into her again as she was walking back to her car. She was in a hurry again as Charlie intercepted her.
“I couldn’t wait to see you,” Charlie said quite honestly and was pleased by Cheyenne’s smile.
“Well, I was kind of down because I didn’t catch the strangler but seeing you here certainly cheers me up.”
After that it had been easy. They sat on the couch and Charlie thought of Noel. He even took hold of Cheyenne’s thigh, working his fingers up along her hose and then had begun to unfasten her garter strap. She was enflamed by his passion. She was excited by his advances and was pleased that Charlie was aroused by her sexuality. As Charlie pushed the hem of her skirt up her thighs she could feel herself begin to sweat. She watched him as he had unfastened her garter strap and she reached down to unzip his trousers. It was awkward but she managed. Charlie worked the black nylon stocking down Cheyenne’s smooth thigh as she worked his pants open. He kissed her throat as his hands continued to tease the nylon down. She fumbled to push his under pants aside. Charlie pulled the sheer black stocking free as Cheyenne pulled his erection loose. The lovely detective had his cock and he had her stocking. She leaned forward and gobbled Charlie’s cock into her sweet lips. The South Side Strangler smiled as he stretched the sheer stocking out behind the cop’s bobbing head.
“Should I let her suck my seed?” Charlie mused as Cheyenne gave him head.
Her dark hair cascaded around Charlie’s lap as her lips slid up and down his erection. He could feel his arousal grow along with his dick as he filled her luscious mouth. The South Side Strangler closed his eyes to enjoy the moment. Then he slid the stocking down the back of Cheyenne’s bobbing neck. She continued to service his cock as he brought he nylon around her throat, crossed the ends under her chin and then began to pull the ligature tight. Her head moved up and down for a few seconds as the bait proceeded to enjoy servicing her prey. Once the stocking was pulled tight she stopped.
“What the fuck?” Cheyenne wondered as asphyxia collided with her sexual euphoria.
“You had your chance, detective,” the South Side Strangler stated as he starter to strangle her in earnest.
His cock still impaled her lips as he drew the stocking out and away from her lovely neck. Her hands moved up from the shaft of his prick and she pushed hard against his stomach. He drew the ends of the nylon further away from the pretty throat. Her hands came back and grabbed weakly at his wrists. Cheyenne’s eyes looked up the strangler’s body. The pretty lady attempted to work herself free from the deadly trap.
“You sick pervert,” Cheyenne tried to say.
She thought he was just playing with her. She realized too late that she should never have told him she was on the strangler case. He had been aroused by the thought and now was playing out some sick fantasy.
“I must have made him crazy,” Cheyenne thought as she continued to struggle against the strangulation.
She was kneeling on the couch and had no leverage to break free from his grip. The room was starting to blur as he continued to hold the stocking tight around her neck. After what seemed hours Cheyenne felt herself lifted and pushed back. The South Side Strangler brought the ends of the stocking back around his victim’s throat as he pushed her into a sitting position in front of him. He had the stocking looped around her neck twice and took hold of the top and toe with his right hand. Cheyenne brought her hands up attempting to ward off her attacker. The living room light glinted on her red nail polish as she pushed against the strangler’s chest.
“If I can just break free he’ll come to his senses,” the beautiful woman reasoned as she pushed hard with her hands.
At the same time the strangler was pushing her skirt up. She still wore one stocking and that made him remember Melissa, the stewardess. She had put one stocking on just before he had strangled her with the mate. Cheyenne was truly a wonderful victim as Charlie thought about his other ladies. His fingers gently worked their way inside the panties. He felt the kinky hair of the woman’s bush as he looked at her exotic beauty. She had an unusual appearance and of course her occupation made her highly desirable to the South Side Strangler. The fact that she was after him simply added a bit of irony to the moment.
His finger pushed further inside Cheyenne’s lovely cunt and he felt her tense. Her eyes had been tightly shut but when he penetrated her they had opened wide.
“Oh, lord, oh no,” Cheyenne thought as she realized who he was.
In the back of her mind she knew she should continue to struggle but her body told her to relax and enjoy. His hand was marvelous. His touch was better than anything she had previously experienced. There was something she remembered about the strangler’s touch. The magic fingers were not really magical. But the orgasm she felt was magical. There was electricity inside her body as his fingers played with her hot cunt. She pushed her hips hard against his hand. Her body seemed to catch fire as he fingered her cunt.
“Oh, yeah, he uses some sort of stimulant,” Cheyenne remembered as she was well and truly stimulated.
The South Side Strangler listened to her moan. His finger fucked her faster and faster as she hunched his hand. Cheyenne’s body betrayed her as she thought about capturing the South Side Strangler. She had captured him and she knew he belonged to her now. Except she belonged to him. She was one of his ladies and no matter what she did he would take her. Just as she thought about fighting the stocking wrapped tightly around her neck her mind focused on his finger inside her and the sexual euphoria claimed her.
“Yes, my darling,” she thought, “please take me.”
She gave herself up to the stream of orgasms. He looked at her face and knew she was now one of his ladies. His finger slid deep into her cunt one last time and then his hand came up to take hold of the stocking top. He slowly wrapped the ends of the sheer nylon around his palms as she looked up at him. She seemed to smile as he drew the stocking tight again.
“Sweet dreams, detective,” the South Side Strangler whispered.
Cheyenne’s lovely body bucked a little as she resisted the final out come of their rendezvous. She wanted to live but most of all she wanted his finger inside her again. She wanted him to take her to that wonderful place where the fireworks shown in the night sky.
“Yes, over there,” she thought and tried to point the way as he finished the gruesome task.
Charlie tied a neat knot under Cheyenne’s chin. The black nylon was looped three times around her neck. Like his previous ladies she wore his special necklace. She stared up at him with wide eyes. Tiny red lines of burst blood vessels gave her a hung over appearance. Her tongue had swollen to fill her mouth with the fat round tip nestled like a night crawler between her cyanotic lips. She had been the bait to catch a strangler but instead she became the South Side Strangler’s sweet sixteen.