Posted by AlOmega on June 14, 2000 at 16:00:39:
This is not the normal way I write but then you requested something a bit different. Hope you like this. :-)
The sting of the alarm shot through his brain. Damn, he thought. Then as the events of yesterday filtered
back into his mind, a smile played at the corners of his mouth. Early morning and the effects would be
wearing off. Still enough in the system to dull some of the senses but not enough to still what he wanted.
Quickly he dressed. As he left the bathroom, he heard a click coming from the kitchen telling him coffee was
done. A quick sip and he was ready to go for the day. And a day it was. A holiday – his holiday – a time for
relaxing and enjoying hobbies. And he had several hobbies though none of his friends knew all of them. His collection of videos for example was nice but his private collection kept in his secret sealed vault was
priceless to him.
From the look of him, you’d never take him to be a vice cop. Naturally that was why he’d been able to fit
in. He looked like the average Joe – about six-foot, a hundred eighty, brown eyes, dark-brown hair gray at
the temples. Everyone figured he’d make detective soon and that led to homicide. He had thought long on
that possibility and figured he would do just that. Yes, homicide would be for him. And he wouldn’t lose
his contacts in vice either. A good career move, he thought. That is, if no one caught on to his ‘other’
activities – his other ‘hobbies’. Well, he had been careful to leave nothing to chance and no tracks.
Finishing his coffee, he opened the door leading down to the basement. Not bad income he was earning
either, he mused. Enough for this two-story house with a basement outfitted with a pool table and bar. He
wasn’t married but had enjoyed the company of enough ladies so that everyone knew he wasn’t gay. Yeah,
just your average Joe.
That was his first name. Joe. But there was more to ‘Joe’ than anyone knew. Going to the other side of the
pool table, he unlocked a cabinet. The leather hood was quite effective. No need for the gloves now, he
reasoned. Last night they might have been necessary but not now. Moving aside the gloves and some
bottles, he sought and found a button that he pressed almost eagerly. To the left of the corner cabinet, the
crack of a door was outlined. Only if someone looked hard could they have discerned that. Placing the
fingers of his right hand inside the crack, he easily opened the door. Inside the smaller room, a tiny lamp
danced across the floor to a woman tied to a chair. He nodded as she moved.
“Coming out of it, Little Lady. It’ll take you some moments yet. Long enough for me to prepare
everything.”
A moan escaping her lips told him more than words that she was uncomfortable. He smiled. Comfort
wasn’t what he wanted. After closing and locking the door once more, he turned on brighter lamps. The
better to see you with, he thought.
She had been an easy capture. Date drugs was the way to go and he’d helped that right along. All he had
done was to go to well-known bar where the people were friendly and young. He had dressed appropriately.
That was easy enough since his job always required that. But rather than going undercover, he had been
trolling for that particular ‘someone’ who met his requirements in looks and taste. He had been there maybe
an hour when she walked in. He figured she wouldn’t be caught dead with him even there so he had to play
her carefully. A few casual words and some dope dropped into a drink, were enough to cause her guard to
drop. She’d had no escort so, ‘reluctantly’, he became one. And no one would remember either of them
later that evening let alone the next day. As she passed out, he’d realized her drug dosage had been way too
high. At first he had been worried. However, by the time he’d closed the door to the garage, she was
sleeping soundly. It only took a few moments to open the door and secrete her in the hidden basement
room. No one would be the wiser.
He had almost finished making his arrangements. The lights were just so. Not too bright but bright enough
for video taping. The camera was next to the mirror and the video monitor was next to her but out of
camera range. He figured she’d get a better view from the mirror – which suited him just fine. She was
waking now and looking around. The lights were more on her so she didn’t see him in the shadows. But
when she did, her fear grew apace. A large man in a black mask frightened her more than she cared to
admit. He appraised her once again. Her mouth, which before had a distinctive pout, now had the corners
of her upper lip drawn up that, along with her arched eyebrows, gave her an appealing appearance. She was
somewhat scared but the drugs were still playing in her mind. She did look fine. Larger breasts than he
liked and he would have liked her to have been a bit taller. However, she had nice legs – real nice legs
actually. One could almost lose themselves in those light-blue eyes.
“Hmm,” he muttered. “Nice but …”. He knelt in front of her and unfastened two more buttons. Then as an
afterthought, he let his small and ring finger slide between her breasts. She shivered. Watching her, he
smiled again. Standing, he lifted the collar of her blouse. Then he turned on the video camera. She started
as the monitor glowed on. But more than the monitor, she watched the mirror as he walked behind her.
Gently, forcibly, his hand pulled on her forehead. As her head came back, she felt his other hand gently
touch her neck. Slowly almost sensuously, his fingers stroked from the top of her neck to the deep hollow
at its base.
“Lovely”, was all he said before releasing her. “Do not make a sound or you’ll die.”
This frightened her enough that she began testing her restraints. However, he had tied her into the chair
quite well. Wrists and elbows were taped securely to the chair arms. She a rope fastened at her slender
waist to the chair so that she couldn’t slide down or forward. Ankles were taped to the legs of the chair as
well. He’d tied her black hair into a ponytail. Glancing at the mirror, she could see that he had used red
ribbon to compliment her red skirt. The overall effect was to have her more like a girl from the fifties rather
than one from ’99.
He placed his left hand under her chin keeping her from lowering her head as the fingers of his right hand
touched her throat. Very carefully he stroked her trachea letting fingers and thumb trace the outlines. He
forced her head left and right as his hand stroked the soft contour of those muscles. Then his fingers slid
into the deep hollow of her throat as he pulled her head back once more. Her head was brought back so far
that she was unable to see her reflection. But she could feel the soft touches he made on her neck. She had
never had anyone touch her like this and she became a bit more frightened. But no words escaped her lips
even after he released her.
She saw in the glass that he was stooping down. As he rose, she noticed that he had a light blue scarf which
he twisted around and around until it became very tight. This he placed over her head so that the scarf
rested on her shoulders but within the upturned collar of her blouse. She couldn’t see the scarf when she
looked down but could feel its movement as her breaths became faster. Slowly he slid the scarf across the
front of her throat. Once more he let is slide before taking one end and enclosing her neck in the scarf’s
clutches. Her lips quivered as she almost cried out. Her fears were pushing the effects of the drugs aside.
But he didn’t pull the scarf tight. Rather, he released one end and pulled on the other letting her feel the
scarf going around her tender neck. He did this a second time as her whole body trembled. She realized that
she had to do something or else she could – would – die. But again he cautioned her to silence.
Frightened, she complied as best as she was able. Then standing to her right, he let the scarf drift to the
floor. She breathed a sigh of relief. But her fears were assuaged only for a moment as she saw him opening
and closing his hands repeatedly. She became more frightened as he approached her – as his opening and
closing hands approached her sensitive throat. Her open eyed gaze traveled between his eyes and his hands
as they came closer and closer. Back and forth her eyes traveled as he crept slowly toward her. As if
hypnotized, she lifted her chin so that his fingers moved smoothly around her neck. She felt his thumbs
under her chin and felt them travel down her slim neck to the hollow of her throat. Once, twice she twitched
uncontrollably. She could see a smile playing across his lips. The damn fool was enjoying this!
But still he didn’t do more than hold her neck and being careful to stay out of the camera’s view of her.
That was why he had the monitor, she realized. As his hands released her long neck, he walked behind her.
In the glass she watched as his fingers again opening and closing, settled around her neck. How long could
she hold out before she screamed. Was that what he wanted? She was so frightened that she started to
whimper. As the first faint cries escaped her lips, he began tightening his fingers. Slowly he did this. She
felt the closing off of life-giving air. She couldn’t stand that! She wanted – had to – desperately needed to
- scream. Terrified she tried but his hands had closed the small breath of air she had wanted to breathe in.
Neck muscles strained as she sought to inhale. Her whole body shook as she tried to escape. But there was
no release for her, she knew. She didn’t see him smile as he watched the shaking of her bra-covered breasts.
He was feeling a wonderful sensation in his groin – a sensation he always enjoyed while doing this. As her
struggles diminished, he released her long, tiny throat and quickly pulled up and in on her bosoms as she
gulped air in huge quantities. This to him was perfection. As her breathing needs assuaged, he released her
breasts knowing that he’d gotten her struggles and beauty on tape. He watched the actions of her exquisite
throat muscles. Her neck was small enough that he felt he could have strangled her with one hand. Or at the
very least encircled her neck with one hand. She was so lovely.
As she rotated her head to clear it from the clouds of red and black, he knelt in front of her once more.
Slowly he unbuttoned her blouse until her bra-covered breasts were fully revealed. She must be about
twenty or twenty-one, he reasoned. Her breasts were too perfect for anyone much older. Again he went
behind her exercising his fingers once again. Looking in the mirror, she saw this and was terrified beyond
reason.
Gently as if to give a gently massage, he placed his hardened hands on her shoulders feeling the bones
covered by soft woman-flesh. She heard him sigh as if pleasured by the feel of her skin. Then she felt –
watched - in terror as his hands slid along her shoulders to the base of her neck. As she watched - felt – his
hands move smoothly around her soft, slightly sore neck for a second time, she gave vent to a full voiced
scream. Again and again, she screamed. Damn if she was going to remain silent! Soon she stopped her
screams and began to whimper. Looking at his reflection, she pleaded for her release. She vowed not to tell
anyone about anything. He could use her any way he wanted. But her answers lay in the tightness his hand
gave once more to her throat. Tighter than before he squeezed. Then he quickly released her neck only to
reapply pressure once more with frightening power. As she started to pass out, he again released her neck
placing his hands under her breasts. He enjoyed her terror and the undulating muscles of her neck. The
deepening hollow of her throat was exquisite.
As she regained her composure, she felt the pain of his latest brushstrokes to her neck. This time had been
worse, she realized watching him go into the shadows once more. She turned her head a few times
grimacing as the pain in her neck shot through her body. Her chest felt a burning as if a flame dwelt in her
breast.
And there is where his attention went when he returned. She was even more frightened of the knife as it
appeared out of nowhere in his hand. She watched as the point hovered above her heart. Once more he
went behind her. As before, he pulled on her forehead forcing her neck to be fully revealed. She watched
the blade slowly descend toward her vulnerable neck. What was he going to do now!! She was truly crying
now. In between sobs, she cried for her mommy as if she were a little girl once again. She felt the blade on
her neck start to slide across it. She was surprised when he released her forehead for when she looked in the
mirror, she failed to see blood spurting from her neck. He was laughing once more as he moved in front of
her. Once more he knelt. This time the knife played between her breasts. With a delft move, the knife
sliced between her breasts opening her bra. Quickly he sliced through her shoulder straps and pulled the bra
from under her blouse exposing her breasts fully to his horrible gaze. She barely noticed his slicing off her
skirt. Now she wore only an open sheer white blouse and panties.
His hands gently cupped her breasts from behind. She felt the tips of his fingers tweak her hardened nipples
as his hands filled themselves with her twin treasures. Then those same hands softly, surely moved over her
chest. Up they traveled. Astonished, she realized their destination was her bruised throat. She could only
whimper as he again encircled her defenseless neck. He waited for her to scream. She knew he must be
doing this. And she had to even if…
Her scream reverberating throughout the room was cut short as his fingers once again gouged furrows into
the canvass of her neck. Like a painter of fine art, his fingers exacted their toll of her pain and terror. His
eyes drank in that fear and converted it to pleasure. Then he gritted as again he tightened his grip. Her eyes
implored hopelessly for release from his cruel ministrations. But he was too caught up in his own orgasmic
delight. She knew then that there would be no further release for the terror of her torture except to the
gentle gods of death.
His fingers tightened once more as clouds of red and black gathered at the corners of her vision. Pain like
no other she felt spread from her silently screaming neck throughout her breasts and even deeper. Amidst
the pain, she felt an orgasmic pleasure within her start to develop. Frenziedly she cried her anguish silently
to the world. All he saw were her eyes almost bulging with pain and pressure. He could see the capillaries
had started to burst. The veins in her forehead were coiling hopelessly unable to release their stored blood.
Her tongue was quite visibly thickened as her impossibly huge open mouth shrieked wordlessly. Her gaze
no longer rested on him nor did she feel his finger, which squeezed even tighter. The furrows of flesh were
folding around his fingers. Watching the video later he would be astounded to see his fingernails were so
embedded in the softness of her perfect neck as to be hidden. She shuddered once, twice, and then a third
time as her life departed her beautiful body for wherever it was bound. He shuddered as well as the thrill of
choking her took its toll of his body and he released himself.
He sank to his knees felling his passion slowly leave. Then as he came to himself, he realized his fingers
were still tight around her neck. Pain shot through his hands and wrists as he unclenched his fingers. The
flesh of her neck stuck to his fingers as he finally released her. Looking at her still body her head thrown
back exposing her darkened throat, he was seized once more with sexual ardor. Quicker than he thought
possible, he removed his pants, which still had the reminder of his last orgasmic thrill. He cut her bounds,
removed her panties, and mounted her swiftly his stiffened member throbbing uncontrollably. Again, his
stiffening fingers found her soft darkened throat. Once more he felt power and fulfillment as he came.
Later as he put the body into his trunk for taking to the desert where he’d put the others, he thought about
his expected promotion. He sort of hated that move to homicide but if anyone discovered his cache of
bodies....
AlOmega