“Charlie Woos Kitty”

Posted by tina on November 12, 2008 at 07:09:28:

Hi9, everyone! Here is the latest from my favorite strangler. Enjoy!

“Charlie Woos Kitty”
By Tina

Charlie Smith never let unexpected problems upset him. Life’s difficulties are often unpleasant surprises and a malfunctioning washing machine is particularly annoying. Many people faced with a broken washing machine would have a fit of anger. The washer never breaks down when you aren’t doing laundry so there is never an opportune time for that unwelcome event. Faced with wet but still unclean clothes Charlie simply sighed and decided to look on the bright side. He had not been to a Laundromat since just after college and he had always found interesting people there. So Charlie made an appointment with the repairwoman and then calmly started the task of separating his whites from his darks.

Once he had his clothes ready to go he got some research papers to grade. Although he figured he could take care of some of his work as he washed his clothes, it turned out the papers never left his briefcase. The late afternoon sun was disappearing over the horizon as Charlie lugged his a clothesbasket inside the Laundromat.

There were several people inside the facility when he arrived. One lady in particular immediately caught Charlie’s eye. She was obviously of oriental extraction from her skin tone, to her silky dark hair and on up to the almond shaped eyes. The young woman’s jet-black hair was braided into a two-foot rope.

Charlie was memorized as he watched the long plate of hair swing back and forth as the young woman put her clothes into a machine several up from Charlie’s. After several seconds of unabashed ogling Charlie noticed a pair of lavender panties lying on the floor between them.

“Ah, excuse the intrusion,” Charlie said softly, “but I believe you dropped these.”

The young woman looked at the panties and then at Charlie. He was a pleasant looking man with sandy colored hair that was close cropped. She smiled demurely, a delicate hand covering the lower part of her face. The hiding hand could not cover the sparkle of her eyes as she took the underwear from Charlie’s outstretched palm.

Her name was Kitty Woo and she was a martial arts instructor at the South Side Fitness Center. She was wearing a loose fitting T-shirt with the sleeves cut off. Charlie occasionally caught a glimpse of Kitty’s black sport bra as she continued to feed the washer. Her tits were on the small side but Charlie was a “leg man” and Kitty’s legs were long, tanned and toned. It was obvious she kept herself in excellent condition. Her tight ass filled her nylon running shorts quite nicely. Kitty wore black biker shorts under the hot pink running shorts.

“I wonder what color pretty panties are under the biker pants?” Charlie wondered as they chatted.

Kitty was a good conversationalist. Charlie liked his ladies to be bright and articulate. Despite her obvious athletic ability, Kitty Woo was intelligent and had a quick wit. Charlie and Kitty had laughed often as they washed and dried their clothes. Then Kitty had given Charlie her business card, planted a soft kiss on his left cheek and smiled invitingly.

“Call me sometime,” Kitty had said, her hand resting gently on Charlie’s forearm, “and make it sooner rather than later.”

Charlie was a shade over six feet tall but the lovely Amer-Asian almost saw eye to eye with her new friend.
She had looked more closely at Charlie’s eyes and said, “You have interesting eyes, Charles.” Kitty was amazed that his eyes seemed to change color depending on how they caught the light.

“Thank you kindly, Miss Kitty,” Charlie responded and winked.

Kitty Woo groaned. They had established in the first five minutes that everyone eventually called her “Miss Kitty”. She slapped Charlie playfully on the chest and they both laughed heartily.

The two new acquaintances helped each other out with the baskets of clean clothes. As they were about to part company Kitty leaned into the car window and gave Charlie a real kiss.

“Call me,” Kitty said sternly just before Charlie drove off. Then she smiled and waved.

“Yes, a broken washer can be an adventure, “Charlie thought as he drove away.

Charlie had eased his car into a side street, made a quick U-turn and stopped at the opposite curb. He drove back into traffic after Kitty’s car passed the spot where he was waiting. He followed at a safe distance as Kitty Woo drove happily to her condominium. Thoughts of the pleasant looking stranger flitted through her head and she hummed a familiar tune.

“I wonder how big he is,” Kitty thought lasciviously as she eased into her carport. She was completely unaware of Charlie’s car as it passed by on the street behind her.

Charlie had no intention of calling Kitty on the telephone. However, he would pay her a visit sooner rather than later. During their chat Charlie had gotten a feel for Kitty’s daily routine. She was an early riser who operated on only four or five hours sleep per night. After her morning jog she would work out in her private gym. Kitty had explained to Charlie that she had converted the condo’s guest bedroom into an exercise and fitness center.

“Every morning at 8:00 sharp I’m doing my routine,” Kitty had stated firmly.

The next morning Charlie had watched Kitty start out for her morning jog. She wore a tight fitting electric blue running suite that hugged her lean body quite nicely. Charlie was already excited with the anticipation of making Kitty one of his ladies. Seeing the bright morning light reflected in the blue of her outfit only served to heighten Charlie’s excitement. He drove off in the opposite direction to have coffee but was back observing Kitty’s front door as she returned from her run. She appeared to be breathing quite normally despite the early morning jog. Charlie was quite impressed with his oriental flower.

He watched Kitty disappear into her apartment. At 8:10 Charlie entered through the same door. He already knew the layout as he had done a quick canvas of the rooms while Kitty taught an evening class. He could hear faints grunts and clangs of weight equipment as he walked into the master bedroom. A long red dress was carefully spread out on the bed. Next to the dress lay a black bra, panty and garter belt set with blue lace trim. A pair of sheer, black nylons rolled into a ball sat next to the rest of the fine lingerie.

Charlie could hardly believe his luck. Kitty was obviously going somewhere special or at least was planning to do so. Charlie picked up the stockings and shook them out. He loved the way the nylons fluttered to their full length. He stuffed a stocking in his pocket. The other he held in his right hand as he walked down the hall to the where Kitty was going through her exercise regimen. The door was ajar and he pushed it further to reveal his prey. Before entering the room Charlie tied a slipknot in the toe of Kitty’s stocking.

Kitty Woo lay on her stomach working out on a hamstring machine. Her head was away from the door and she was straining as she curled her legs up and then slowly lowered the heavy weights back down. The stack of weights would almost touch before she reversed the motion. She gave out a little grunt each time she began to raise the weights and Charlie could see her ass lift slightly with the exertion.

Kitty Woo’s naked body glistened with sweat. She had failed to mention that she worked out in the buff but this made her all the more inviting to Charlie. He had never strangled anyone as physically fit as Kitty Woo nor as potentially dangerous. That is why he was going to be extra cautious.

Charlie could feel his own heart rate pickup as he stepped up behind the weight machine. He waited until Kitty had her legs bent and then he pushed his chest down onto Kitty’s shins. The startled woman screamed in agony and surprise as Charlie roughly forced her legs closed. Kitty was pinned onto the bench with her legs folded over double and she was quite helpless. Charlie quickly slipped the loop of stocking around Kitty’s left wrist. Charlie had noticed that Kitty was left-handed so he wanted to control her dominant arm first. In a matter of a few seconds he had Kitty’s wrists lashed tightly behind her back with the black stocking. Kitty had struggled furiously and screamed incoherently as Charlie finished knotting the hosiery in place. Once she was effectively tied he released her legs. Kitty’s legs straightened and the weights came down with a resounding clang, as she made no attempt to slow their progress.

Charlie pulled Kitty into a sitting position with her legs straddling the bench. Kitty’s dark bush was exposed with her thighs spread wide. Charlie saw the startled look on his lady’s face as she recognized her attacker.

“Charlie,” Kitty said with obvious surprise, “What…wha…”

Kitty was in such a state of shock she failed to even get the words out to ask Charlie what was happening. At the same time Charlie removed the other black stocking from his pocket and, in a startling answer to Kitty’s unasked question, he snapped a single loop of hose around the woman’s neck. A tremor went through Kitty’s body as Charlie began to strangle her. Kitty was pulling hard at the nylon binding her wrists as the stocking binding her throat cut off her air. Her eyes were clamped tightly shut and she was again making odd grunting noises as she worked desperately to free her hands.

“Must free my wrists,” Kitty thought quite logically, “got to fight him off.”

Charlie was a big man, weighing over 200 pounds and yet Kitty’s wildly undulating body kept pulling him off balance as he tried to keep the stocking tight. This was exactly what Charlie had expected from the exotic martial artist. Despite being tied Kitty was struggling valiantly as Charlie slowly strangled her with her sheer stocking. Of course Charlie had a sure grip on Kitty’s stocking and kept snapping it tight as Kitty writhed on the weight bench. Kitty’s groans soon turned to choked gasps and after a couple of minutes her initial frantic struggles had slowed dramatically. The lovely girl no longer tugged back so mightily against the ligature. Charlie was now firmly planted next to the hapless woman as he pulled the stocking tighter.

Then Kitty had looked up at Charlie. Her wide eyes stared straight at her strangler.

“Why are you doing this?” she tried to ask.

Her lovely lips opened and closed as she tried to beg Charlie to stop. Occasionally her head would turn and she would look at Charlie’s strong hands holding the black nylon stocking. Charlie had finally wrapped the stocking around a second time and pulled the additional loop of hose tight. He sat down on the bench behind Kitty as he pulled the additional loop of hose tight.

“aaaaaccckkkkk….aaaaaaccckkkk…(cough)….(wheeze)…..uuunnnuhhh…” Kitty gasped and moaned and coughed as Charlie increased the pressure of his strangulation.

The broad black bands of nylon had constricted down to a tight half-inch strip girdling Kitty’s throat. Kitty’s slender throat was also constricted by Charlie’s hard strangulation. Charlie watched as his lady’s face darkened. The cyanosis under the yellow caste of her natural skin color was quite striking.

For a second Kitty’s hands came up to clutch Charlie’s shirt. He could feel her fingers weakly grabbing at him, trying to push him back away but just as quickly they dropped back to rest against her lower back just above her ass. Her fingers twitched as though she had suddenly been struck with some sort of palsy. This was a signal to Charlie that Kitty was ready. He brought the ends of the sheer stocking together at the back of Kitty’s neck and clutched them tightly with his left hand. His right hand moved to Kitty’s right breast. Her bulging eyes followed Charlie’s hand as he began to roll her erect nipple between his thumb and index finger. Streams of sweat trickled down between Kitty’s pert breasts as Charlie fondled them. A bright sheen of perspiration covered her body as a result of her earlier exercises and the violent struggle against being strangled. Charlie traced random patterns across Kitty’s chest.

Then his hand moved gradually down Kitty’s flat abdomen. His fingertips drew closer and closer to her glistening snatch. Kitty let out a soft moan. The sound was not that of a woman being strangled but of a lady being pleasure by her man.

“You have such soft hands,” Kitty tried to tell Charlie. But the stocking was wrapped too tight for Kitty to get the words out.

The almond shaped eyes were rounder now as they protruded from Kitty’s contorted face. Charlie smiled as his hand finally completed its journey and arrived between Kitty’s wide spread legs. Charlie’s middle finger explored Kitty’s kinky black pubic hair and then easily slid inside her wet slit. Her head rotated up toward Charlie’s face and then she turned her face back down to watch his hand. Her lips opened and it appeared she wanted to say something. Charlie looked at Kitty’s dark bush. His finger was moving quickly in and out of Kitty’s cunt. Her hips picked up his rhythm as she began to thrust her pelvis forward as his finger fucked her. Her ass cheeks made a soft squeaking noise as they slid over the padded bench.

Then her head had gone back forcefully against Charlie’s shoulder as the first orgasm ripped through her lean body. Kitty had never felt anything like this. Her pussy was overwhelming the rest of her body as it transmitted a message of ecstasy to Kitty’s oxygen starved brain. Oddly the young lady seemed to forget about her asphyxiation as she focused on the stimulation of the strangler’s finger. Kitty’s hips thrust against Charlie’s hands as another orgasm crested inside her.

Kitty was almost unconscious when Charlie withdrew his hand from between her legs. The room was a blur of light and shadow as Charlie grasped the strangling stocking with both hands. He leaned over and kissed Kitty’s cheek as he drew the ends of the black nylon away.

“NO DON’T STOP!” Kitty’s brain screamed.

She shook her head rapidly from side to side and her body began to spasm as Charlie started the final strangulation. Charlie listened to Kitty’s frantic cries, all gibberish and again failed to realize that his victim wanted more of his lovely touch. He drew the stocking snug around the powerful neck and held it firmly. After a moment the lady’s body had tensed before finally slumping back against Charlie’s body. He sat behind her on the weight bench, holding the deadly stocking in place and looked down at the lovely legs open wide to him. They twitched briefly and then fell further open as Kitty’s muscles relaxed in death. The strangler held the ligature for another minute before finally knotting the stocking under his victims upturned chin. The black nylon was tied tightly around Kitty Woo’s throat.

Charlie eased her body gently down on the bench. The dark eyes, bulging wide with the fixed stare of death, seemed to be looking at something off to his left as he looked down on his latest victim. The bold black headline the next morning would read “South Side Strangler Strikes Again”. There would be a nice picture of Kitty Woo, the strangler’s fifth victim. As Charlie read the article he closed his eyes and pictured the strangled face of his latest lady.