Posted by tina on August 14, 2007 at 16:03:06:
Hi, everyone! Here is my latest. I also posted
one about my favorite strangler. Enjoy!
“Yvonne’s Dream Comes”
By Tina
The doorbell rang just as Yvonne was finishing applying a coat of bright red lip-gloss. She was meeting friends later at the theater and was dressed to the nines in a black spaghetti strap dress that hugged her curves. The hem fell just below her knees. Underneath she wore a silk mini-slip that hugged her firm ass.
Yvonne had put on a brand new pair of lace top stockings with a back seam. She felt absolutely wicked as she had smoothed the nylons up her long legs. The ankle strap pumps had diamond bows on the back. Her feet looked dazzling in the mid-heeled shoes.
She hurried to the front door. Initially she was a little miffed at this unexpected interruption. Then she saw a man wearing a police uniform standing on her front stoop. She opened the front door as she felt her heart rate increase.
“Hello, ma’am, I’m Officer St. Peter, “ the tall man said as he touched the brim of his cap.
“What can I do for you, ah, Officer St. Peter,” Yvonne said as she tried to remain calm.
“There has been another murder in the area,” the policeman said, “I’m just checking homes on this block to make sure everything is secure. “
Yvonne looked closely at the policeman and she could feel her excitement growing.
“May I come in and take a look around?” he asked with a smile.
With shaking fingers Yvonne unlatched the storm door. She held the door opened and looked up at her visitor as he crossed her threshold. Officer St. Peter was a couple inches taller than she was. That made him at least six feet tall. The man was solidly built and had strong arms. His uniform shirt was short sleeved and Yvonne could see his powerful arms.
“Are you familiar with the murders, ma’am?” Officer St. Peter asked as he stopped in the foyer.
Yvonne closed the storm door. She also closed the front door. She tried to keep her breathing as normal as possible. She had realized almost immediately this man was no police officer.
“Yes, I am,” Yvonne said over her shoulder as she intentionally kept her back turned.
The lonely woman was indeed familiar with the murders. There had been four in all and they had occurred during a span of less than six months. All of the victims had lived alone. The last one had actually lived within walking distance of Yvonne’s house. Yvonne had read about each crime with growing interest. The women had all been raped. Following the sexual assault each woman had been strangled to death with one of her own nylon stockings.
After the third murder Yvonne had gone to her hairdresser and gotten her hair cut a little shorter. She had also had it darkened slightly. Yvonne had been ecstatic when she had seen the result. She did look like the women whose pictures had been in the paper. She could almost see her face next to the grisly description of the next sex crime.
Yvonne was just starting to turn around when a black gloved hand went over her mouth. A strong arm went around her waist at the same time. She was pulled back against Officer St. Peter’s body.
“I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth,” the deep voice stated quite calmly, “scream and I will break your neck.”
Yvonne’s heart was racing now. She no longer had to hide her excitement as she was held tightly by the fake police officer. He would expect her to be agitated by his attack. Still she was amazed at her heavy breathing when he took his hand away.
She put up little resistance as he pulled her arms behind her back.
“Wha...what...are you...doing,” Yvonne almost whispered between pants.
The man did not answer but shortly Yvonne felt handcuffs being placed around her wrists. She was helpless now. He took hold of her arm and turned her around.
“Take me to your bedroom,” Yvonne’s captor said forcefully.
“Its up stairs,” she stated as she began to walk toward the stairway.
She still could not believe he was here and that she was his captive. All those nights she had dreamed about this moment and now it was here. She wanted to run up the stairs pulling him along behind. But his hand remained firmly on her upper right arm as he guided her along.
The bedroom light was already on as they walked into the room. Without ceremony Officer St. Peter threw the woman onto the bed.
“Owe,” Yvonne cried out as she landed on her cuffed wrists.
She sat back up but the intruder quickly shoved her down again. He knelt between her legs. She was surprised at how roughly he pushed her thighs apart. In her fantasy he had been quite a gentle lover. The slinky dress had flipped up to her waist but the black slip was still concealing her upper thighs. He pushed the slip up around her waist and then took hold of her black panties.
“Please don’t rape me,” Yvonne said in a quiet trembling voice.
Of course inside her head she was screaming, “FUCK ME, TAKE ME, SCREW ME YOU BRUTE!” She could hardly believe her fantasy was actually coming true. The thought of her face appearing on the front page of the paper accompanied by blaring headlines had her totally excited. Then she thought of the lurid details of her falling prey to a sexual psychopath. Yvonne could already feel herself getting wet as the man began to kiss her inner thighs.
“Hmmmmm,” Yvonne moaned as she felt his lips move slowly over the bare skin just above her stocking top.
She tried to push her legs back together to give the impression of resistance. She was not exactly sure how a woman being raped was supposed to act but she wanted him to think she was an unwilling victim.
“That is what he wants,” she thought and I must try to comply.
Of course he was much too powerful for the handcuffed woman. He easily kept her thighs apart as he finally buried his face in her pussy. Yvonne moaned again, quite loudly as she felt his tongue snaking around inside her. Although she was not overly experienced in oral sex he seemed to be quite good at giving head. She quickly experienced a series of small orgasms as he tongued her cunt.
Then he had kissed her pussy a couple of times. He followed that by sucking her clit between his lips. His teeth lightly nipped Yvonne’s clitoris.
“AHHHHHH,” she had screamed in ecstasy.
Then she had clamped her mouth shout afraid that he would not really want her to be enjoying herself.
The rapist did not seem to notice as he continued to kiss, lick and suck on Yvonne’s ever-hotter sex. For her part she was arching in sheer sexual delight. Oddly enough these movements matched the movements of the man’s earlier victims as they tried to break free of his clutches. The movement of Yvonne’s body further fueled his own excitement as he continued to tongue her lovely twat.
Abruptly the man stopped, stood up and clutched Yvonne under the arms. He picked her up, turning her slightly and dropped her onto the bed. She watched with wide eyes as he unfastened his utility belt and dropped it onto the floor. He then had unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor.
“You’re going to rape me, aren’t you,” Yvonne stated more than questioned.
She was still trying to keep the thrill she was feeling from surfacing. Her only fear was that he would sense she was not his victim but actually a willing accomplice in his foul deed.
“Please, put that big, hard cock in me,” she prayed silently.
To her delight he climbed between her legs and slowly guided his now rigid cock into her wet pussy. Yvonne was so well lubricated the man’s erect penis slid easily inside her. She had again feigned trying to keep her legs together but had put up no real resistance at the crucial moment.
Then to her delight he was fucking her. He dream was coming true and her body was racked with a pleasure she had never before known.
“Yes, the paper will call it rape,” Yvonne thought, “Only I know how completely I have desired this.”
Despite her arms being pinned uncomfortably under her back, Yvonne was experiencing the best sex she had ever had. The man’s body weighed down on her as he screwed her with his engorged member. She allowed her hips to come up to meet each thrust hoping that he would not notice her eager participation. She gave herself up to his thrusts and the orgasms flowed like an electric current inside her body. Her legs wrapped tightly around his thrusting body as he raped her with hard thrusts.
She had lost track of time when his thrusting abruptly stopped. She opened her eyes. He had knelt back, still between her legs but his cock no longer inside her. He was looking down at her leg. She lifted her head and watched as he removed her thigh-high stocking.
“Oh,” she had said with surprise as she realized it was time.
The stocking was off her foot and around her neck almost before she knew what was happening. She was shocked at how tight the stocking felt. The man had looped the black nylon from behind and the ends were crossed under her chin. She could see him pull the stocking away. There was unexpected pressure in her head as he began to strangle her. In the back of her mind she was vaguely aware she would be dead soon. And then Yvonne realized something else much more fundamental.
“Oh, God, it hurts,” she thought as the stocking bit into the tender flesh of her neck.
He was no longer fucking her. His hands were pulling the ends of the stocking away. She could see him looking intently at her throat. He watched the loop of nylon around Yvonne’s smooth skin. The black band grew thinner as the stocking tightened. He knew that the thinner the stocking became the more his victim’s suffered.
Yvonne could see her legs kicking up around the serial killer’s body. It was oddly erotic to watch her white right leg alternately kicking with the black nylon sheathed left leg. The dark and light legs kicked wildly as the strangulation continued. She was suddenly frightened that she had no real control over the movement of her shapely limbs. Then she had arched her body up and felt his still hard cock brush her pubic hair.
He bent and bit her stomach as he continued to pull hard on the sheer stocking. The thin band of nylon had now completely disappeared in the folds of her skin. Yvonne slumped down. Her feet pulled up to her ass as he continued to strangle her. He watched her jaw push down as her tongue was forced out between her lips. A long streak of red smeared her face to the right of her mouth. At first he thought it was a lipstick stain but then he saw the woman’s white teeth clamped onto the middle of the protruding tongue. Blood flowed freely from the wound she had inflicted. She had nearly bitten the bulging tongue in half during her struggle.
Yvonne’s body was still bouncing up and down a little but her legs had straightened out to lie limply on the rumpled sheet. He could feel her feet slap weakly against his body as the strangulation neared the end.
He loved to watch the eyes. Like his other victims her eyes had grown wider with each passing second as he slowly tightened the deadly hosiery. She had pretty eyes. They were brown but far from ordinary. Yvonne had eyes that were a lighter brown. He marveled at how they sparkled in the bedroom light.
The eyes would signal the end so he watched them now.
“Why didn’t you tell me it would hurt so much?” Yvonne tried to ask her killer.
In the back of her mind she realized being strangled to death was not at all like what she had expected. She also remembered that the victims had been raped post-mortem. Yvonne realized the marvelous sex she had enjoyed would now be lost on her corpse.
She did not know how long he strangled her but finally the room seemed to darken. She turned her head to the left. His hand was still extended so very far from her neck and she could see the toe of her nylon dangling down in his hand.
“Yes, it is time pretty lady,” he said as her head turned slightly.
He increased the tension on the nylon. The moment was at hand. Her eyes rotated upward, toward the top of her head. Her body shook for a couple of seconds and then she lay completely still.
Yvonne was correct. Her corpse failed to enjoy at all the finale of his expert lovemaking.