Posted by tina on March 09, 20013 at 20:08:37:
Hi, everyone! You may want to first read "Elvira, OOPS" since this story starts as that one is ending. Enjoy!
“Elvira, OOPS! The Sequel”
(Charlie finds Elvira)
By tina
My
name is Rachel Owens. I stand as I begin to smooth the sheer black
stockings up my thighs. The waist band is half way home when Mr.
Strangler wraps a pair of his sheer full fashion nylons around my
slender throat.
My scream is short lived but contains certain gusto.
I realize immediately that he is plucking his stockings from his belt
as I pluck mine from the dingy carpet of his walk up apartment.
I dig
furiously at the nylon band. I am going to die. He will strangle me
to death. I remember my question, “Am I in danger, Mr. Strangler?” He
no longer needs to answer as I realize it won’t be an easy business. He
draws the stockings tighter as we do our final dance. At one point I
catch a glimpse in the mirror. I am no longer Elvira but that is not
Rachel’s face in the mirror either. A contorted gargoyle face stares at
me as he continues to strangle me. “My, what a big tongue you have,” I
say to the grotesque lady in the mirror.
I am falling and I only
stop as I land with a thud on the bedroom floor. He continues to choke
me with the sheer nylon stockings as my legs twitch and my arms fall
away from my damaged throat. The only pain I feel is from those lovely
nylons crushing my throat and the bond fire burning my lungs.
Mr.
Strangler dumps my body in an alley not far from the hall where we
danced. That is where Charlie finds me. Charlie comes down the alley
way clutching his paper bag. He uses his cash stash to celebrate his
new home by purchasing a bottle of Mogen David wine. The refrigerator
box is in perfect condition. Earlier Charlie moves his meager
belongings into his new home. He is in no hurry as he ambles down the
alley way.
Then he sees the white thighs with the turned down hose darkening the rest of a woman’s legs.
“Elvira,”
Charlie calls out to the woman as he recognizes the mistress of the
night. He bends down when he reaches her. Charlie takes her hand. She
is surprisingly cold. “You can’t sleep here, Elvira,” Charlie says as
he begins to lift Elvira’s corpse into a sitting position. Dead
Elvira’s head flops back. In the dim light Charlie sees the red and
purple line of damaged skin that makes a surprisingly neat line around
Elvira’s throat. Charlie looks into Elvira’s bulging eyes.
“Oh, my,”
Charlie gasps as he stands up. He plucks the brown paper bag from
where he placed it as he rescues his damsel in distress. But now there
is no rescue. “I should…”
Now Charlie hurries. He can no longer run
but he goes as fast as his spindly legs will take him. He is breathing
hard when he reaches his new home. He tucks the Mogen David safely in a
dark corner of the refrigerator box and then retrieves his shopping
cart from its hiding spot.
The trip back takes longer because the
cart has a bad wheel. Charlie has neither the skill nor the money to
repair the damaged wheel but that is of no concern as he returns for his
Elvira.
“What if she is a hallucination?” Charlie wonders as he pushes his cart along the shadowy streets back to his lovely lady.
“What
if someone else has found my Elvira and taken her?” Charlie wonders as
he is so close to the alley but panic suddenly grips him. He sighs when
he sees her thighs gleaming in the dimly lit alley.
Despite the faulty wheel Charlie wheels dead Elvira back home.
“Here
we are, Elvira,” Charlie says as he walks to the front of the cart.
Elvira’s legs are hanging out over the sides of the cart. The tops of
her pantyhose is stretched tight between her wide spread legs.
Charlie’s gaze travels down the long “V” of white thighs. He gapes at
the sight of her brown bush. Charlie actually blushes as he realizes
his girl isn’t wearing any panties. He composes himself and gently
lifts the body from the cart and carries dead Elvira to their new home.
“You’re not as skinny as you look on TV,” Charlie comments as he
wrestles the corpse into the refrigerator box.
He tenderly undresses
Elvira. Folding her dress and placing it carefully in the computer box
that serves as a spare closet. He unfastens her black lace bra. He
bends and sucks gently on each breast. He stops in fright as he thinks
he hears dead Elvira moan. He peers at Elvira’s bulging eyes and blue
face. “Still strangled,” Charlie says with a combination of sadness and
relief. He lays the black bra on top of her dress.
He pulls dead
Elvira toward the air mattress. The bottle of Mogen David is forgotten
in the delight of his new house mate. He lays down first and then works
her body up against his. The refrigerator box is warm but her body
feels so cool and soothing as he draws her close.
Wheezer slides
between her ass cheeks as Charlie hugs dead Elvira tighter. He is
barely aware of Wheezer sliding toward Elvira’s rosebud asshole. Then
Wheezer starts to stiffen and grow.
“OH,” Charlie says as he gets his
first erection in forever. He clutches dead Elvira even tighter as
Wheezer pokes against her dead asshole. Charlie reaches down and
spreads the voluptuous ass cheeks. Wheezer’s tip pokes inside the tight
asshole. Charlie moans as he pushes Wheezer deeper and deeper inside
dead Elvira. He gasps as he fucks her tight ass and she moans in sweet
delight as he fucks her dead ass and they climax together.
Charlie
falls asleep with his cock still deep inside dead Elvira. His hand
gently cups her left breast. His new home is warm but Elvira’s body is
cool as they lay together on the deflating air mattress.