Posted by KnightStalker on September 18, 2001 at 11:07:34:
Hey Guys:
This story is DEADicated to Alexandra Towers who is or used to be a model at Killville. She is one sexy model and a sensational victim who appeared in "Angles of Asphyxiation" in 3/99. The plotline of my story follows the photoset (#0009) at Killville's PPV site.
Hope you enjoy the story and the photoset.
KnightStalker
ALEXANDRA’S CHARMS
Prologue:
Alexandra was one of the hordes of small town girls who had followed her dreams to the big city only to find disappointment after disappointment in trying to “make it” as a legitimate actress. She had been told by many of the men in her past that her charms would carry her to the “big time”. Yet, the only career success she had found in the last year and a half in San Francisco was to develop a “following” in the stripper bars around the city.
Scene One:
It was 2:30 AM on Saturday morning when Alexandra walked the few short blocks home from Tassels, the club where she worked. As she got to the front door she fumbled with her keys and then opened it. She strolled over to the mail boxes with her other key at the ready, only to be amused once again that the apartment logo at the top of them read just like her name, “Alexandra Towers”. The next few steps she took led her to the elevator. Once inside her apartment on the 6th floor she disrobed and ran a bath to pamper herself.
Scene Two:
After blow drying her incredible waist long dark brown hair she stood at the full length mirror in her bedroom. It was easy to see why men had paid her a lot of attention. Her curvaceous 5’ 8” frame was a masterpiece for any artist to capture in any medium. She had the most beautiful hips and full breasts which were covered with a light brown smooth skin that almost looked honey-colored in the dimly lit room. Her supple arms and shoulders had been kissed and fondled by many an admirer on his way to trying to seduce her. Her long slender neck had a soft texture. Her throat only exhibited any definition when she either talked or threw her head back slightly. Her windpipe was flawless save for a small black mole that sat dead center on it and moved when she swallowed.
Alexandra’s deep brown eyes were almost black. Their perfect almond shape added to the splendor of her exotic beauty, as did her lovely Roman nose and full sensual lips. She knew she looked like the girl men wanted and craved, but not the one they took home to meet mom.
She went to her closet and pulled out her black stretchy see-though negligee. She donned it in front of the mirror as if the club patrons were standing along side of her with their wrinkled dollar bills, hungrily waiting to stuff them into the crotch of her sexy outfit. What a picture of pure sexuality she made as she stood there and slowly danced in front of it while she hummed one of her favorite numbers. As her arms moved her charm bracelet on her right wrist tinkled in time with the music.
Scene Three:
Grabbing a book from her night table and flipping on her stereo, Alexandra sauntered over to the bed and began to read while she lay there.
She awakened, still sitting up in bed, to a strange clicking noise. It was 3:10 AM on the clock on her night table.
Scene Four:
With a sudden burst her bedroom door opened to reveal a man standing there. He was wearing a black ski mask and a matching sweater along with cutoff denim jeans. Without making a sound he rushed over to where Alexandra was sitting on the bed. As he reached her, his hands groped for her slender neck. Instinctively, she raised one arm and hit him with her book. The tinkles of her bracelet counted out the number of punches, but it was a futile attempt to ward off her attacker.
He moved like a hungry cat after its prey and quickly straddled Alexandra on the bed. In the same action his hands tightened on her lovely neck and forced her head back off the edge of the other side of the bed. His sole focus was now to strangle this exotic beauty as he looked down into to her horrified face.
Alexandra couldn’t believe what was happening to her. Who was this guy? Why did he want to hurt her? He was too strong for her to remove those iron-like hands from her aching throat. His thumbs were pressing so hard into her windpipe that she couldn’t even manage to gasp or gurgle. She began to pound his wrists with her fists but had no effect on him. Finally, her bracelet fell silent as her own strength began to fail her. All she could manage was to move was her lips. She tried to beg for mercy, but her mouth couldn’t form any real words.
Her attacker relentlessly continued to choke Alexandra. Her honey-colored throat was so smooth under his thumbs as he squeezed. He watched as he savagely made deep indentations into her delicate long neck. The only definition on her neck that he could feel under his thumbs was the mole on her windpipe. He watched her black almond shaped eyes bulge from their sockets and her tongue protrude out from between her beautiful full lips which could no longer even beg for mercy.
Now he could near her charm bracelet again. This time it tinkled to rhythm of every violent yank of her neck because her near lifeless right arm was now resting on her breasts while he shook Alexandra.
At last Alexandra went totally limp with his cruel hands crushing her marvelous long neck. Even though her arms had long since fallen of the edge of the bed, her attacker kept on brutally squeezing her throat as if he didn’t want the moment to end. It wasn’t until the time on her wristwatch had moved 5 minutes further to 3:27 AM that he finally released her slender neck from his death grip.
Scene Five:
Without any hesitation the attacker ripped open the crotch to Alexandra’s sexy negligee and then inserted his erect penis into her vagina. He pumped her pussy for all he was worth and again her bracelet tinkled to the motion of her body. His hands explored the rest of her exotic beauty and particularly enjoyed playing with her nipples. Later his hands found the gorgeous neck they had unmercifully strangled earlier. He came several more times as his thumbs pressed into her already crushed throat. By now the bluish brown bruises had taken hold on her honey-colored skin.
Fully satiated, the attacker got up and stared down at his work. He then picked up her lifeless form and placed her sitting up in a nearby chair. With an act of disdain he took 3 dollar bills out of his pocket, crinkled them up, and threw them down on top of her. “Thanks for the best show ever, baby.”