Posted by tina on March 20, 2007 at 05:13:12:
Hi, everyone! A real treat from my favorite strangler...double the pleasure. Enjoy!
"A Blonde, A Brunette and A Strangler"
by tina
Her chestnut colored hair lay covering the blonde’s lower abdomen and upper thighs. It hung down over the girl’s hips like a fine silk coverlet. As he watched from the dark hallway Charlie thought about the first time he had seen her. He had been taking a refreshing country drive not far from the college where he taught. She was bending to peer into her mailbox as the sun was going down behind a stand of pine. She was bathed in the speckled light. Just as Charlie approached the spot where she stood a gust of wind caught her long hair. The brown locks blew up in a cascade of light and shadow. The color was a soft brown that you see in thorough bread horses. The woman’s skirt had swirled up just above her knees and Charlie delighted in the scene of nude stockings on long well formed legs.
The woman was wearing flats at the time but appeared to be about 5’8" as she stood back up beside the box. She sorted pieces of mail quite oblivious to Charlie’s passing. As much attention as Charlie paid to this lovely creature was how little note she took of him.
Now, in the dark catacomb of her hallway, Charlie watched as Kimberly Sanders went down on her blond captive. The girl’s wrists were tied to the right hand bedpost, which put her in profile to where Charlie stood. Kimberly was again quite oblivious to her unwelcome visitor as her tongue and lips made love to the young blonde. Charlie guessed the girl as legal but just. Her blond hair was cut short, shaved at the back of the neck and she had used gel to create spiked tuffs on top. The girl's right ear was pierced multiple times with a different colored stud in each plus she wore a tiny silver eyebrow ring.
"She looks quite butch," Charlie thought to himself despite the fact she was at the moment on the receiving end and quite helpless.
Her lips were painted with black lipstick and she moaned loudly as Kimberly’s mouth made love to her. The sounds conveyed the obvious ecstasy that only can be derived from the touch of another woman. Charlie watched the girl’s fingers open and close above the brightly colored scarf, black nail polish shined as it caught the low light of the aromatic candle burning on the nightstand. Her eyes were shut tight as Kimberly serviced her.
Then Kimberly slid her own hands under the round cheeks of her blond lover. The girl gasped as Kim literally pulled her body upward as her tongue strained to fill every inch of the blonde’s luscious pink pussy. The girls knees bent and her thighs obscured Kimberly’s head as her feet slid up along the bed.
"Oh. God, that is so good," the girl gasped.
Charlie could see the flush of her face as Kimberly brought the bound blonde to orgasm.
After a couple more minutes and at least that many orgasms Kimberly knelt back between the girl’s outstretched legs. Kim ran the back of her hand across her mouth and then licked it as the blonde gazed up at her. Then Kimberly put her hand between the girl’s legs. The blonde closed her eyes again and Charlie could see she was humping Kimberly’s finger. Then the brunette removed her finger and brought it up to the girl’s face. The blonde leaned up as best she could with her arms still tied tightly above her and sucked her own juices from the proffered finger.
Kimberly leaned down and kissed the blonde full on the mouth. She pulled her upward as their mouths locked in a hot, wet, tongue driven kiss. Charlie could tell the blonde was oblivious to the scarf biting cruelly into her wrists. Such was the passion of the moment.
"Hmmm, hold that thought, love," Kimberly said as she disengaged and slid off the bed.
"Kim, don’t leave me ti...hhhhmmpppf...ummmp..."
Kimberly stuffed a pair of panties in the girls’ mouth and put a finger over lips, "Hush my lovely darling. I’ll only be a second. I want to get us some ice-cream."
Charlie moved back into the doorway of the den. He pulled the beige stocking from his pocket. He had retrieved the stocking earlier that day. Many people who live in the country tend to hide latchkeys in handy and usually the most obvious of places. Kimberly was no exception. In Kim’s case it was under a welcome mat woven out of old hunks of tire tread.
Charlie had used the key on three separate occasions to learn more about his lady. Charlie liked to know his ladies. The sense of familiarity helped him immensely when the time came to take them for his own. Charlie’s fourth expedition to Kimberly Sander’s home had been to pick out one of her nylons. The beige pair had been on top of her lingerie drawer. He balled one stocking up so the drawer looked undisturbed. Now Charlie wound the other sheer beige nylon around his palms as he waited for Kim to walk down the hall to the kitchen.
He saw Kim stop, silhouetted in the bedroom door, as she blew a kiss in the direction of her bound companion. Then she turned into the dimly lit hallway. The den was halfway between the bedroom and the kitchen. Charlie waited for Kimberly, naked, tall and quite lovely in the shadowy light to get past the door before he pounced.
"UUUUuunnaahh...." Kimberly made a loud groaning noise as Charlie snapped the stocking tight around her throat. He pulled the startled woman into the dark den as he began to strangle her.
He could see her hands come up to her throat as she tried to pry the silky stocking away from her neck. He could tell she was struggling to get loose as she twisted right and then left as he stretched the beige nylon away, tightening the loop of stocking and constricting Kimberly’s exquisite neck. Charlie could hear muffled sounds from the bedroom. Kim’s bedmate must have heard her initial strangled scream and perhaps could hear some of the muffled struggle, as she lay bound, gagged and helpless in the next room.
"How delicious this is," Charlie thought as he slowly strangled Kimberly with her own beige nylon.
Despite being a fairly large and apparently physically fit woman, Kimberly’s movements slowed rapidly. Charlie looped the stocking around her throat a second time. As he pulled the stocking tight again his victim’s firm body arched away from his. This proved to be of no avail as Charlie pulled the second loop of hose tighter.
"aaaacckk....uhhhhh.....aaacck" Kimberly gasped and coughed as she tried to catch her breath.
Then her legs had given out and Charlie allowed her to go down to a sitting position. He brought the ends of the beige stocking back behind Kimberly’s neck and took a firm hold of them with his right hand. Charlie pulled the writhing woman back against his chest with the nylon garrote as his left hand moved slowly over Kim’s lovely breasts.
To his surprise her nipples were already erect. He tenderly rolled the left nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"uhhh....ohhh" Kimberly’s tone changed slightly and Charlie saw her eyes turn down to her chest as he continued to massage her round orbs. Charlie gently cupped and stroked Kimberly breasts as he held her firmly with the stocking. Then he moved his palm down Kim’s flat stomach. His middle finger just touched the light brown patch of pubic hair between Kim’s legs before he curled his fingers up and reversed direction. Charlie’s fingernails raked softly up the curve of belly to Kim’s breasts. Her own hands still clutched at the deadly nylon bands at her throat but her struggles had quieted considerably as Charlie fondled her body.
Then Charlie leaned over and kissed Kimberly on the left cheek as his hand move back down. This time his hand did not stop. Kimberly drew her legs up as Charlie’s middle finger touched her labia. He ran his fingers along the edges of her pussy occasionally probing the valley of her sex. She had been quite aroused by her earlier frolic and it did not take long to feel her moisten. Then Charlie slid his finger into Kimberly’s cunt. She made a strangled sighing noise and Charlie felt her body tense.
Kim’s legs straightened and her hips pushed down trying to force Charlie’s finger deeper into her hot pussy. Despite the beige stocking still effectively strangling her, Kim was suddenly focused on the urgent need between her legs.
"Oh, yes, fuck me," Kimberly was screaming in her mind as she hunched first one, then two and then three of Charlie’s fingers.
A glorious orgasm spilled into her gut. Kim reached down with both hands and pushed Charlie’s hand with as much strength as she could muster.
"He’s going to strangle me to death," Kim thought, " and I don’t care."
Her teeth were bared in a grimace from the continued strangulation but inside the fireworks of the Fourth of July of all orgasms was popping. Kimberly was lost in her internal pyrotechnics when Charlie withdrew his fingers. She watched his hand move up her stomach again. She felt the light tingle of his touch and her body tensed as he tweaked her left nipple. He took hold of both ends of the nylon again and, as he knew she would, Kimberly gave a little shake of her head as he pulled hard on the stocking. He was not at all sure why but all nine and now the tenth victim of the South Side Strangler had done this little shake of the head. Charlie always thought it was the final plea, a physical cry for pardon. He had no way of knowing it was actually an expression of their desire for the sexual fulfillment to continue.
Mother had taught him and he had learned well how to stimulate a woman with his hands. Still there was no way for any of his ladies to express the pleasure they had experienced by that touch. But that was why Kimberly shook her head. She wanted that lovely touch to continue.
So Charlie drew the beige stocking tight around Kimberly’s throat and she gave the expected shake of her head. Her hair fluttered from side to side with the movement. Then, as the loop of stocking began to disappear into her slender neck, Kimberly Sanders made the final futile fight for her life. Her fingers clutched at Charlie’s arms or dug at the nylon ligature. Her body rocked side to side trying to get some leverage to break free. Her legs kicked and her hips bucked as Charlie drew the sheer hosiery tighter and tighter.
Charlie also had no way of knowing the exquisite terror that now filled every fiber of Kimberly Sander’s being. She knew she was about to die and that seemed a totally horrific fact to her.
"I’m young and beautiful," Kim thought in a far recess of her brain as Charlie strangled her to death, "I can’t die..."
Even as she thought that thought the internal fire consumed her. Her legs kicked up together and then stretched out straight and stiff. Her head fell over on her right shoulder and her body would have slumped over also except for the stocking still cinched around her throat and held firmly by the strangler. When the South Side Strangler finally did extend his arms, Kimberly’s body languidly lowered over on its side.
Charlie brought the ends of the stocking around under Kim’s chin and knotted the nylon tightly in place. He touched her cheek. He could see a little of her chestnut hair spread out on the area rug where she lay.
"Well," Charlie said out loud, "That was quite pleasant but there is unfinished business."
Charlie got up and walked to the bedroom door. He had never seen anyone’s eyes go quite so wide. At least not before he had strangled them.
"Blue," Charlie said to the blonde, "your eyes are a lovely shade."
"Who are you?" the blonde responded. Although it came past the panties translated as "woorooh".
Charlie sat down on the edge of the bed. He checked the scarf and found the girl’s wrists were still securely tied. Kimberly had done a most expert job of binding her little playmate. He pushed the panties in a little further and was greeted with a loud snorting sound.
"Let me introduce myself," Charlie said as he ran a finger down the girl's body to her upper thigh, "I’m Charlie Smith. But you might know me as the South Side Strangler."
Charlie was not surprised that the girl’s eyes and nostrils flared. He was always amazed at how quickly people and most especially attractive women could process information. Charlie guessed that this girl, based simply on those three little words, knew she was staring death in the face.
For his part, Charlie was looking at a most lovely young woman. She was naked except for a pair of white thigh high stockings. Although she was young her body was filled out in all the right ways. Charlie continued to explore this soft body with his finger as he continued to speak.
"The new papers don’t do me justice," Charlie said as he fingered the lacey stocking top on the blonde’s right leg, "You are in for a real treat."
Charlie pushed the white nylon down as he said this. The blonde reacted as though she had been hit by an electric prod. She pulled wildly at her restraints as she made meowing noises through the panty gag. Charlie lost his grip on her leg a couple of times as she kicked about on the bed. But he finally removed the white stocking.
"Kim did a good job of immobilizing you, darling" Charlie said as he wound the hosiery around his fists.
The blonde got very still as she watched Charlie stretch her nylon out between his hands. Her eyes were wide with fear as Charlie lowered the lethal ligature toward her. He easily slipped the stocking behind the helpless girl’s head. There was no hair to get in the way as Charlie pulled the nylon down behind the back of her neck.
She shook her head fiercely, "NAAA....OPEZZ" the girl tried to beg as she looked around the room for assistance.
The young woman whimpered and tears welled up in her big blue eyes as Charlie drew the loop of stocking around her throat. Then he started to pull the nylon tight.
"hmmmoppff...gaaccc....unnnhhhh"
The girl again began to buck as Charlie cinched the nylon snug. His arms were a little fatigued from his first strangulation but with the girl tied to the bed post he would have sufficient strength to finish her.
As Charlie garroted her with her stocking, the blonde shook her head violently for him to stop. Her mouth was open wide as she tried to breathe past the panty gag and the ligature around her neck. The panties were now soaked with her saliva and were pretty far back in the girl’s throat. She had sucked them further into her mouth as she had tried to gasp in air. These gasps for air were soon cut off as the panties corked her upper esophagus. And all the while Charlie yanked the white nylon harder. He found the additional suffocation erotic.
After a couple of minutes her lips were getting quite cyanotic. Charlie wound the stocking around her throat again and took hold of the toe and welt with his left hand. He actually let the stocking loosen slightly.
"Don’t want you to choke on your panties, little lady," Charlie said as he pulled the sopping panties from the girl’s mouth, "or are these Kim’s?"
The young woman gasped in tiny gulps of air as Charlie smiled down at her. He patted her cheek and then turned his attention to her naked body. He bent and kissed her right nipple as his right hand massaged the left breast. Then his hand moved down into the light blond pubic hair.
Charlie looked down at the girl. Her eye’s bulged as she returned his stare. Then she moaned as his finger stimulated her. She was panting, trying to draw air past the nylon stocking. But this initial penetration seemed to take focus away from her need for oxygen and her panting relaxed a little. Charlie’s finger gently touched her blonde pussy. The girl actually lifted her hips slightly as Charlie’s middle finger poked into her warm cunt. Then his fingers moved to her anus as his thumb hooked her wet slit of her cunt. He was holding her as if he were gripping a bowling ball. As Charlie’s thumb probed the blonde’s pussy his finger massaged her rectum. The girl’s eyes widened and then closed.
"Oh....oh...hmmmm...ahhh" the girl moaned as Charlie fingered her erotically.
He smiled down at her and at the same time twisted the stocking in his hand. The hint of a smile on the girl’s face was quickly replaced by a grimace of pain as the ligature intruded on the sexual stimulation.
But as Charlie continued to stroke and to massage her sex, she quickly resumed hunching his hand. Her eyes opened and her lips tried to form the word more. Charlie obliged. His hand was slick with her juices as his fingers and thumb alternated between the in and the out. He bent again and sucked her nipple as his hand stimulated her.
Her hands suddenly opened as her head went back. The blonde’s mouth was wide open and her eyes were tightly shut. She would have screamed out loud had the white nylon not still been causing a significant constriction of her throat. Her back arched and she came furiously. Charlie responded by working his thumb even more furiously in her hot box. She climaxed again and then again with her body writhing in erotic ecstasy on the bed.
Inevitably Charlie took hold of the sheer white stocking with both hands. The blonde stared wide-eyed at Charlie.
"NAACK...DON," she tried to beg incoherently.
Charlie got a good grip on the nylon and then with a steady hand drew the stocking tight. The blonde responded by tugging hard at her bound wrists as her body rocked uncontrollably on top of the green sheets. The band of white around her neck grew smaller and smaller as it tighten. Her mouth opened even wider as she tried to breathe. She managed only strangled coughs and small gasps as Charlie strangled her. These soon became faint gurgles and then, as the South Side Strangler went relentlessly about his business the room grew quiet.
At one point she rolled onto her side trying to roll away from the strangler. Charlie held onto the nylon that was by then completely buried in the girl’s throat. Her body was shaking violently and her mouth was stretching further out in a vain attempt to draw air past the ligature. The kicking of her legs had ceased and was now reduced to slight trembling movements. Likewise the doomed girl’s fingers were now frozen into claws as her muscles tighten with her approaching death.
The girl finally lay still but Charlie held the nylon snug for several more minutes. He seemed lost in the moment, oblivious to the passage of time. Charlie never wanted this moment to end. Then he pulled her back toward him and the body rolled onto its back. Charlie deftly wrapped the stocking around the dead girl’s throat and tied it off with a hard knot under her chin.
Charlie looked at the dead girl’s face. Her blonde hair really stood out against her purple face. She was no longer the cute blonde that Kimberly had bedded. Her eyes bulged wide with the glassy stare of death in them. Her tongue was hanging limply on the side of her face and stuck out impossibly long from her blue tinged lips. Her head was tilted slightly to her right and viscous drool was seeping out of her mouth to slowly drip onto the green sheet.
Charlie bent and kissed the girls dark cheek.
"Sweet dreams, Kim’s lover," Charlie said and turned out the light.