Posted by tina on May 10, 2007 at 06:09:38:
Hi, everyone! This is a custom piece. Some of the names have been changed to protect the...ah...innocent. Enjoy!
"Christina and The Don’s Goddaughter"
by tina
Vincent was a tough guy. People were afraid of Vincent. They had a right to be in fear of the man because he was big, he was dark and he looked scary. He was also the enforcer for Don Cornelio. As a young man he had been a professional fighter. That is how he had met Don Cornelio. Don Cornelio was as different from Vincent as ducks are from horses. The Don was a small man. In fact he was effeminate and did nothing to dissuade that opinion. His nails were manicured with a clear polish to make them shine. He often wore pink ruffled shirts. Some of the boys thought he wore makeup because of his eyes and bright lips. Of course no one ever said such a thing to Don Cornelio or Vincent.
Don Cornelio and Vincent had one thing in common. If you were a friend you had nothing to fear nor would any favor go unanswered. But should you become their enemy, then you might as well go to the mortuary to preplan your funeral. Don Cornelio was not a scary man but he would cut your legs off when he felt you had done some injustice to him or a friend. The Don was not a killer. He had no need to kill anyone. Don Cornelio would simply whisper in Vincent’s ear, "This one is dead to me." The Don feared no one and Vincent feared only the Don.
So it was no surprise that at lunch one day Don Cornelio leaned over and beckoned Vincent closer. "Vincent, Maria is dead to me." Vincent nearly dropped the glass of Chianti from his meaty hand. "With respect, I don’t think I heard you right," Vincent had finally managed to respond. The Don dabbed a napkin at the corner of his mouth. He then patted Vincent’s hand. "You heard me correctly, Vincent," the Don had said as his eyes fixed Vincent with a penetrating gaze. "You take care of this for me," the Don said as he turned back to his lasagna, "Life is hard Vincent but you do this for me. OK?"
Vincent looked at the Don with sorrow filled eyes. He simply nodded as he pushed his plate of half eaten spaghetti away. He sipped his wine as he thought about Maria, the Don’s Goddaughter. Maria was a pretty young woman with brown hair and dark eyes. Her smile could brighten any dark day. Vincent wasn’t sure how old she was but she had graduated from Swathmore about a year earlier. She had a degree in finance and the Don had put her in charge of a particularly lucrative operation involving an Atlantic City casino. Everything had gone smoothly until rumors started that someone very high up was skimming revenue. Although Vincent wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Maria was the skimmer and that even a Goddaughter wasn’t safe if she put her hand in the cookie jar without permission.
* * * *
Vincent had given it some thought and decided he could never snuff Maria himself. He had watched her grow into a lovely, smiling young woman. There was no way Vincent could take her life. Within a couple of days he had arranged a meeting with Christina. If there was ever going to be another person that Vincent would be afraid of, Christina was that person. She was in her mid-twenties but already had more hits than most men twice her age. Vincent had been told that Christina had made her bones at the tender age of fourteen. She had come home from school to find her mother being strangled by her pimp. Christina had gotten the old lady’s forty-four and plugged the guy between the eyes. Christina had discovered she enjoyed watching the man die. The woman had tattoos covering all her body or at least all the parts that Vincent could see. She tended to wear leather and jeans, which hugged her firm body. Christina had raven hair, coal dark eyes and more piercing than Vincent could count. The hit woman had done a couple of jobs for Vincent in the past. She was very professional and Vincent knew he could depend on her.
"So the Don want’s his own God daughter dead," Christina shook her head as she looked at Vincent.
"Yeah, she made a bad mistake. We want it should look like suicide or maybe an accident," Vincent had told Christina, "One thing that may help is she’s a lesbian. That might work in your favor."
"Any timetable on this?" Christina had asked as she finished her draft.
"Nope," Vincent stated with a sigh, "Of course I’d like it to be done sooner rather than later. But the important thing is no repercussions." That was the basic requirement other than having Maria dead was that it had to look like suicide or an accident.
Christina had reassured Vincent that he could depend on her. Christina indicated that she had never faked a murder before but she thought she could figure something out. Of course Christina knew once she accepted the job that any slip up would result on her own fatal accident.
* * * *
The hit woman had been able to get some basic information from Vincent about Maria’s habits, her work schedule and a little about her social life. Christina had decided to make her move at a local lounge frequented by the gay crowd. Maria went there on Wednesday evenings for reasons that were never quite clear to the killer.
Christina wasn’t sure what approach she would take as she sat at the "L" shaped bar. Maria was at the corner of the bar to Christina’s left. She was thinking of sending a drink to the target when the pretty young woman had moved along the bar and stopped next to Christina’s stool.
"I’m Maria," the brunette said with a big smile. Her teeth were white and straight. She had smooth skin that was the color of milk.
"I’m Christina," the shocked hit woman replied as she took Maria’s slender hand into her own strong grip. "You have a lovely smile." Christina took a sip of beer and thought what a lame opening. But Maria quickly sat down on the next stool and smiled even wider.
"That’s awfully nice of you to say," Maria laughed with a twinkle in her brown eyes. "I’m told it’s painful." Maria continued as she gently traced the pattern of one of Christina’s tattoos. Christina was pretty straight but she found the young lady’s gentle touch to be quite tantalizing. One manicured nail ran along the dark pattern on Christina’s left arm and there was a tingle that seemed to emanate out from the girl’s light touch.
"No," Christina responded her voice barely audible as she tried to keep her emotions in check, "just a little prickly at times. Of course the sensitive areas can be uncomfortable."
Maria looked puzzled at first as she eyed the dark haired older woman. Christina was only a couple of years older than Maria but the tough looking woman appeared years older than the baby faced, smoothed skinned beauty. "I have lips tattooed around my lips," Christina confided in a conspiratorial whisper as she leaned close to Maria. Her lips brushed Maria’s ear and her tongue had quickly flicked the inside.
"OH," Maria gasped as she felt Christina’s brief intrusion. Then the young woman had thought about what Christina had said. "OH!" she exclaimed as she realized what the woman meant.
Maria had grabbed Christina’s hand and tugged her from her stool. "Come, I have to see," Maria had said excitedly as she pulled her new friend toward the restrooms in the back of the lounge. Christina soon found herself tucked into a stall with Maria sitting on the pot in front of her. She dutifully pulled her jeans down. Maria reached out to assist with Christina’s black panties.
"Show me, please," squealed Maria as she tugged the silky panties down Christina’s firm thighs. Sure enough as Christina spread her legs apart the outline of a light red pair of lips began to form around her shaved pussy. Maria squealed again as she watched the lips form. Christina did not resist as Maria reached out a finger, traced the outline of the lips and then slowly traced the real lips for good measure.
"I don’t think a stall in the ladies room is for us, love," Christina had said as she leaned forward and kissed Maria on her pink painted lips. As their kiss became quite French Christina felt Maria’s middle finger slowly slide inside her now wet slit. The two ladies kissed passionately as Maria fingered Christina to the edge of orgasm. Finally the killer had broken away, pulled up her panties and refastened her jeans.
"Let’s go, dear," Christina commanded as she pulled Maria up from the stool. "Why don’t you show me your place now." Christina winked and gave Maria another quick kiss. Maria copped a quick feel of Christina’s left breast through her black "V" necked top. She could feel Christina’s erect nipple under the tight fitting black blouse. Then they walked arm and arm to Christina’s car. Another thing that made this job easy was the fact Maria never drove herself to her Wednesday girl’s night out.
Christina let Maria give her directions to the townhouse where Maria lived even though she already knew the way by heart. Maria for her part was whispering the directions in Christina’s ear as she licked and kissed the side of the driver’s neck and ear. The girl’s peasant skirt was up around her waist and Christina had one hand inside the plain white cotton panties as she drove. Maria moaned loudly as she humped Christina’s fingers.
"I’ll have to gag you with those panties if you’re going to make so much noise," Christina scolded as they neared the townhouse complex.
"Park over there, " Maria pointed to an open spot, "Next to the Porsche. And I won’t let you gag me." Maria had started to slide away but Christina’s hand had come out from between Maria’s legs and her forearm was suddenly wrapped firmly around Maria’s neck. Christina guided the car skillfully into the parking slot as Maria struggled against her mild chokehold. She struggled to no avail as Christina deftly worked her panties down and off. Maria tried to keep her lips clamped shut but Christina expertly increased the pressure at her throat and then popped the panties in place as Maria’s lips parted ever so slightly. Christina had then released her prisoner. Maria pulled the panties out of her mouth as she gasped for air.
"No fair, you cheat!"
"Yes, I do," Christina agreed as she pulled Maria back and gave her another kiss. This one lingered as the two girl’s tongues darted around each other’s gaping mouths. Christina’s finger found Maria’s sopping pussy lips as the kiss continued. Christina could feel Maria’s pussy begin to clinch around her finger as the young lady had an orgasm.
* * * *
Maria had a terrible time unlocking the door to her townhouse. Her hands shook with excitement as she fumbled with the key.
"Let me help, love" Christina has said as she placed a steadying hand around Maria’s hands.
Once inside Maria led Christina straight through to the bedroom. She then kicked off her low-heeled pumps and wiggled out of the peasant skirt and white cotton top. She started to unhook the plain cotton bra she wore but Christina asked her to leave it on.
"You just look so sexy and innocent like this," the woman had said as she again took Maria into her powerful arms. The girl began to unfasten Christina’s jeans as her lips again parted. Christina kissed the girl hard this time. Her tongue went deep inside the pretty lady’s mouth as Maria worked Christina’s jeans down.
"Take off your shirt, I want you totally naked," Maria insisted between kisses. The two women were finally naked, with the exception of Maria’s white bra as they rolled around on Maria’s queen sized bed. Christina thought the red satin sheets were too delicious as she pleasured the target. After multiple mutual orgasms Christina had made an unusual request.
"Maria, love, get me a pair of pantyhose." Maria had looked at her new lover with questioning eyes but had dutifully gone to her lingerie drawer and brought back a pair of nude nylons. Christina took the pantyhose and moved back against the rails of the wooden headboard.
"I’ll show you a new game, princess," Christina had said as she positioned herself with the back of her neck just against the top rail of the headboard. Maria watched in amazement as the raven haired beauty wrapped the stockings around her throat, around the top rail of the headboard and finally looped a granny knot under her chin.
"I’m going to lower myself down," Christina had said in a voice already a bit raspy from the ligature, "and I want you to go down on me as I strangle."
"But…I mean…wont that hurt?" Maria had questioned this seemingly dangerous proposal.
"No, darling, it really heightens the orgasm," Christina had reassured her intended victim as she ran a hand along the side of Maria’s face, "DO ME NOW!" Christina had exclaimed as she slid down a little and began to hang from the wrapped nylons. Maria dutifully moved between Christina’s spread legs. Her tongue slid easily into Christina’s pussy that was already nice and juicy. Maria could hear Christina gasp for air as her tongue worked deeper and deeper inside her new lover.
"Yes….I’m…cumming," Christina had gasped out the words as she did indeed have another lovely orgasm. Her hands pushed firmly against Maria’s brown hair as she felt the girl’s tongue work inside her. Then it was time as Christina felt the tingle of asphyxiation in her arms and legs. She had just enough strength to pull herself up so she could loosen the pantyhose. Christina slumped back against the headboard as Maria continued to service her with her delightful tongue.
When Maria finally came up for air she smiled at Christina. She kissed her way up Christina’s lovely body and gently touched the red circle around the woman’s throat.
"You came a river in my mouth just now," Maria said excitedly as she gently traced the ligature mark. "Can I try it?"
"Are you sure, darling?" Christina questioned as she handed the stockings to Maria.
"Oh, yes, I want to cum like you did!" Maria affirmed excitedly.
"Okay, switch places with me," Christina said as she guided the target into position. "Let me wrap the pantyhose so they’re just right." Maria dutifully lifted her head as Christina wound the hosiery around the rail, under her chin, around her throat and back around the headboard railing. She then tied a knot in the hosiery under Maria’s chin. "Now slide down just a little, love," Christina said as she took hold of Maria’s hips and pulled her slowly down to gradually tighten the stockings. Just before the ligature completely cut off Maria’s air Christina had stopped the girl from dropping any lower. She had moved between Maria’s wide spread legs and began to lick and kiss the soft inside of Maria’s milky thighs. Maria’s labored breathing took on a deeper tone as Christina’s lips moved closer to the girl’s waiting pussy.
Maria quickly felt an orgasm building. She also felt the unaccustomed feeling of euphoria that comes with ligature strangulation. "Oh, that is…(cough)…so marvelous," Maria had managed to gasp out, "I’m so…so…(cough)…light headed."
"Isn’t it lovely?" Christina asked as she raised up and gazed at Maria. The time was perfect and the hit woman acted quickly. Christina took hold of Maria’s forearms as she moved her body up over Maria’s. She forced Maria’s arms behind her back, pulled the girl forward and then pressed her body down on Maria’s upper thighs.
Maria had managed the strangled word "What" before the pantyhose had gone tight completely closing off her airway. Maria’s brown eyes went wide as they met Christina’s dark gaze. Christina was only slightly bigger than Maria but was much more powerfully built as she held the woman tightly. The pantyhose were buried in the front of Maria’s throat as she tried vainly to take in another breath of air.
Her hips had rocked back and forth under the weight of Christina’s butt as she tried to work free. A rush of adrenaline had cleared Maria’s head slightly. She realized that she couldn’t breath because the stockings were now tight around her throat. She also realized the harder that she struggled the tighter the hosiery became. Maria tried to beg Christina to stop but she had no voice. Over the growing roar in her ears she heard the horrible gurgles that were her vain attempt to beg for her life. Christina held Maria in a firm bear hug, with her arms pinned behind her as she looked closely at Maria’s face.
"You should be feeling it now, bitch," Christina hissed, her lips inches away from Maria’s darkening face. "Your lungs are starting to burn and there’s a deafening roar from the pressure of the strangulation."
Maria looked at Christina through tear filled eyes that were bulging wide from the strangling stockings at her throat. She was already too weak to pull free from Christina’s deadly embrace.
"NO! NO! NO! I’m too young to die," Maria screamed in her head, "Please release me. I’m too pretty to die like this." Her head jerked from side to side, which only served to tighten the silky stockings. Her gasps and gurgles had been completely strangled off as the ligature pinched her vocal cords and collapsed her slender neck.
Then Christina had released her grip. She remained seated on poor Maria’s thighs as she brought her hands around. She cupped Maria’s pain etched face in the palms of her hands. She sucked Maria’s bulging tongue inside her mouth so she could taste the girl’s death. The hit lady could almost feel Maria’s tongue growing as the pressure from the strangulation increased. Maria managed to bring her right hand from behind her back. With great difficulty she lifted her fingers to her throat. Her fingernails dug weakly at her pantyhose.
"Got to loosen the nylons," Maria thought as her fingers clawed at the ligature. "Please help me," She begged silently as her eyes again focused on those of her killer. Christina’s face was close to hers as the killer continued to suck on her distended tongue. Maria’s hand went from her throat to Christina’s chest as she tried to push the woman away. Then, her strength almost spent, her hand dropped down between them.
Christina finally leaned back. Her weight was now pressing uncomfortably down on Maria’s thighs but the helpless girl was unaware of the additional pain. She was aware of the hideous burning in her lungs as her oxygen had long since been depleted. She felt as though a balloon had been blown up inside her skull. But the frightening thing was the tingle all through out her body as though someone were sticking her over and over with pins.
"Almost there, darling," Christina had said. She reached out a hand and gently lifted Maria’s chin. Th girl gazed back from eyes that bulged from her darkening face. Her features were puffy as though she was recovering from an all night bender. Maria’s tongue, slick with Christina’s saliva and her own mucus lolled over her lower lip.
The hit woman watched as the target tried to lift her hand from her lap. She gently took Maria’s wrist, lifted her hand and kissed the palm. When Christina released the wrist Maria’s hand fluttered back down to her lap as a feather might float gently on a spring breeze. Maria’s head flopped forward. Her throat was now fully supporting her weight as she lapsed into unconsciousness.
Christina climbed off the bed. She slowly dressed and then sat for a minute at Maria’s dressing table as she looked at the tableau. Maria sat at the head of the bead. Her face was no longer visible and her brown hair, stringy with sweat dangled down to touch her breasts. Her left breast had pushed out of her bra during the struggle. Her right palm lay upward in her lap. Her legs were only slightly spread but Christina could see her brown bush, sticky with orgasmic juices. Maria’s left arm was still pinned behind her back.
There was no movement and the townhouse was finally quiet.
"Well, a little window dressing and we’ll be finished," Christina spoke out loud as she moved back to the deathbed. She knew she had to work quickly before any rigor mortis started. Christina turned Maria’s right hand back between her legs and inserted two fingers inside the dead girl’s cunt. She carefully rolled Maria’s left hip upward so she could repeat the process in the girl’s behind. Christina let Maria roll back into a sitting position, which pushed her left middle finger completely inside her pink rosebud asshole.
Maria sat on the crumpled red satin sheets as they slowly discolored with her urine. She was now at peace as Christina tidied up her apartment to remove any indication that anyone else had been present when Maria’s asphyxia play had gone a little too far.
* * * *
Christina called Vincent to let him know the job was finished. "Make sure her mother finds the body. It will simplify things."
As Christina had anticipated there was no investigation. The news article didn’t even make the front page. On page four she had found just a brief blurb about a Mafia princess meeting with a tragic accident. She could almost image Maria’s poor mother begging Don Cornelio to stifle any reports on the details of her daughter "accidental" death.
"Nice to have power and influence," Christina thought as she thanked Don Cornelio for making sure no one dug too deeply into his Goddaughter’s unfortunate demise.