Posted by DieByMyHands on October 15, 20013 at 16:33:33:
"Kek?" said the lady.
John looked at her inquiringly. His eyes
narrowed slightly with a quizzical air, as if urging her to express
herself in clearer terms.
"Kek . . keh..ghenum paah" she said emphatically, her eyes opening wide. John nodded comprehensively. Aside from the fact that the lady was Nepalese , and therefore spoke a language dissimilar to any tongue he knew, yet he perfectly understood the general huff in her tune. He both understood and empathized with her anger, he could imagine how she felt, and being a physician he also knew exactly how uncomfortable she ought to be with the terrible soreness in her throat, caused by his big fat thumbs slowly digging themselves into it.
"Hurts a little doesn't it"? He said with a condescending smile while maintaining his grip around her throat, yet making sure he wouldn't break anything there yet. Moments of true happiness are always rare, too precious to let slip from one's fingers, and should be forced to last. "be patient honey, it will take a long time" he assured her.
"Glkkkuh …ghhh..puh" she gurgled, her blood shot Asian eyes seemed to swell with pressure, her long lashed eyelids fluttering madly as tears streamed from the corners of her eyes and meandered along the narrow rivers of mascara down her now deep red cheeks. He thought to himself that women always looked sexy when strangled, at least at the first stages, when their cheeks and chins become bright and rounded with congested blood that makes the skin look tauter and smoother, and the utter helplessness in their disposition adds to their beauty as they so femininely frown their discomfort and start pleading with teary eyes that beg you for mercy , urging you with choked kittenish moans to spare their warm vibrant lives.
"I'm sorry honey" Said john lovingly and earnestly. "I know how you feel, but . ."he stroked her hair fondly with one hand, really touched by her suffering, while his other hand remained tight around her thin long throat, " but. . you just can't imagine the temptation to ..do this to you" he pushed his thumb upward forcing her head back a little and gently kissed her quivering chin " you just can't imagine . ."
He
slowly licked the smooth skin under her chin, while his hand traveled
to her proud bosom and started unbuttoning her blouse. A lager stretch
of the creamy country of her breasts showed with each loosened button,
and the desperate heaving of her bosom brought her pert melons together
as they moved so slowly up and down, trying to wile away a breath past
her constricted windpipe. Each breath was a generous gift he granted
her, and whenever he wishes, the precious gifts could stop and the
endowment of life will end with the slightest movement of his thumbs.
Her neck was his little joystick that controlled her pulse, voice,
feelings, and very existence. He cherished that thought as he slowly
pulled out one of her boobs, and rubbed the small pink nipple with his
thumb as if he was cleaning a lens. His gaze returned to her purpling
face.
"Your breasts are so firm dear, small but firm. Not bad."
She
drooled helplessly from her now wide open mouth, panting like a beagle
on a hot summer day as her tongue quivered slightly. Her eyes stared
emptily at him yet her vision was too blurred to see him. He looked at
her tongue, a pink peace of glistening flesh lolling from the corner of
her mouth. He liked its shape and texture and imagined how it might feel
on his balls. He loved her lipstick's shade of deep crimson which
mingled so wonderfully with the cyanotic blueness of her full ripe lips.
He smiled at her, for to his eyes her tormented expression was an
overwhelming beauty.
Her gurgles where completely muted now, and
the frantic movements of her high heeled legs against the floor of his
sound-proofed cellar were slowly ceasing-save for an involuntary jerk
once in a while. It was then when he heard the muffled whimpers coming
from behind.
Slowly, with a courteous smile, he turned around and looked at the three tied and gagged girls behind him
"Hi ladies" he said, cocking his head slightly and beaming a wider smile while he kept choking his victim and twisting one of her nipples between a thumb and a forefinger "Don't rush me, your time will soon come" He assured them.
He returned his full attention to the victim at
hand. If his memory didn't fail him, her name was Che-Wun, or Chew_one
or something like that. Duh, what's in a name? What he carred about was
that she was a great example of Asian beauty at its prime , slowly dying
between his hands.
Her thick lush black hair flawed over her neck
and shoulders and tickled his fingers around her throat. Her young firm
breasts, one of which he was mercilessly squeezing, were like warm clay,
ready to be reshaped by either tenderness or sheer force. Every inch of
her was so inviting and he enjoyed the last couple of hours he spent in
the terrible exercise of choking then reviving her to choke her again.
She was his toy, and he was slowly breaking down everything that made
her human. The pain and fear of repeated strangulations were slowly
obliterating her mind, evapourating her sanity and breaking her soul.
Soon she wouldn't care less about whether she lives or dies, and that's
when he would grant her the bliss of death.
He loosened his grip
around her throat only the slightest bit in order to enjoy her last
anguished moans as he squeezed her boob almost enough to make it burst.
She howled and squirmed with agony and her crushed throat wheezed out
the loveliest and most feminine whimpers .
Suddently he released the
hand that was still around her throat, and placed both of his hands
under her boobs. He cherished the deep heaves she made as she tried to
fill her starved lungs with air in huge gulps. Her boobs were quivering
in his grip as her badly shaken body trembled with pain and fear and
adrenalin and the fiery agony caused by the sudden return of oxygen to
her starved lungs . She trembled and squirmed as blood once again rushed
through her arteries to her head and limbs, painfully waking up every
cell in her body from its numbness. She heaved and heaved and wheezed
painfully and he drank her tremulous suffering, pushing his thumbs
against her nipples, forcing them deeper between the folds of the warm
flesh of her boobs.
He waited till she recuperated a little before he
held her little head between his huge hands and looked her in the eyes,
still smiling
"What did you say your name was?" he asked right after he kissed her
"Chuwan..Chuwan Hu" She wheezed out an answer
"Chuwan, I really enjoyed this, you were such a nice appetizer" He said as then kissed her again.
"No
..More..please ..no more..just finish..me" she cried, coughing a
rasping cough while a trickle ofblood fell from her left nostril
"I
know honey, It is time to release you from your agony and fear, bye
Chuwan"and he quickly twisted her head to an odd and extreme angle. The
wet cracking sound her neck bones made as it broke wasthe trigger that
released the hysteric screams of the three bound, tied girl behind him,
whom, were they not gagged , would have made such a dready noise that
would have brought them no help at all because the place was sound
proofed anyway.
His erection was struggling against the fabric of his jeans. He wondered; should he please himself with the dead girl's mouth? Or should he have live fun with one of the three girls awaiting his attention. It toke him about 30 seconds to decide , then he opened one of the drawers in an old cupboard in a corner, fetched a huge carving knife and walked to the three girls, one of whom peed on herself as he approached.
"Well, ladies, I guess it's time we get acquainted" he said, patting his cheek with the huge blade while his erection pointed at the girls , as if eager to feed on their terror.
To be continued? (or is it too dull for your tastes? All sorts of feedback and suggestions are most welcome)