Posted by tina on August 14, 2007 at 16:01:10:
“The Siegfried Folly”
By Tina
Noel Siegfried nursed her white wine and thought about work. The ace reporter usually took her job in stride. She worked the police beat for the Orlando News Gazette and she was good at what she did. One of the reasons was her ability to report dispassionately. Most crime reporters made the mistake of sensationalizing stories that had no need of extra sensationalism. Noel’s prose gave scintillating descriptions without needlessly titillating the reader.
The South Side Strangler murders had become different somehow. Noel found herself more and more caught up by the stories. That is why she was feeling such a let down. As she sipped her wine she tried to focus on just why the story had such a grip on her.
One reason of course was the lack of a suspect or even any solid leads. The strangler had claimed thirteen victims and the cops were no closer to catching him than they had been after the first murder. Although some of her colleagues wrote stories about multiple murderers and copycat killings, Noel knew there was one man behind the murders. She was very tight with two of the detectives assigned to the South Side Strangler Task Force. They had shown her the evidence, some of it off the record and strictly confidential that linked the thirteen homicides. The key piece of evidence was the hosiery. Each victim had been garroted with one of her nylons. In each of the murders attributed to the strangler the stockings were wrapped and knotted in identical fashion. The police had carefully preserved the murder weapons in order to farret out false confessions. A key fact that had been withheld was the use of nylon stockings by the killer. There had been mention of strangulation with hosiery and many of the reporter’s had translated that into pantyhose.
In fact each murder had been done using a stocking belonging to the victim. Although in one case involving a stewardess on layover the strangler had apparently brought the stockings as a gift for his intended victim. She was found wearing a single white nylon with the mate knotted tightly around her throat.
Another unusual aspect of the story was that Noel had inadvertently given birth to the strangler’s nom de plume. After the fifth murder she had written about “several south side woman strangled with stockings”. At the time there was no talk of a serial killer on the loose. But the headline above her story had blared “South Side Strangler Claims Fifth Victim”. The next victim, a blonde actress named Barbie had been found with a copy of the paper opened to Noel’s story on the floor next to where the body lay.
The strangler task force had been created after the ninth murder. That victim was Michelle Qwan who had been a prominent Orlando psychiatrist. She had been a friend of the governor and her death, especially at the hands of a serial killer had drawn a lot of attention. But despite the heat being turned up after her murder the police still had no real clues.
They did have four additional victims.
Noel was unaware that the strangler had struck a twelfth time until she had gotten a call from one of her detective friends. He asked her to accompany him to Los Angeles. When he had explained there had been a murder there that was similar to the Orlando strangling, Noel had no problem making the trip.
Noel had flown out at the papers expense and had gotten a dynamite story. An aspiring actress who worked as a limousine driver had been found strangled. The murderer had left one of her business cards on the corpse. On the back of the card was the phrase “Lucky 13 for the South Side Strangler”. That was the first time Noel had learned about victim number twelve. That woman had been strangled in her townhouse in an exclusive section of Colorado Springs. Now not so lucky murder victim number thirteen had turned up in Los Angeles.
“Maybe our guy took Horace Greeley’s advice,” Noel said with a laugh.
“Actually, we hope he has moved out of Orlando,” the detective had replied.
She was in the forensic lab when the detective had verified the knots matched those of the South Side Strangler. Packages of stockings like the one used in the murder had been found in the dead woman’s apartment. The pathologist confirmed that the woman had been sexually molested but not raped. Those were all elements identical to the other murders.
“It’s definitely our guy,” the detective had concluded, “and you’re welcome to him.”
Noel had actually been depressed on the flight home. She had written her article for the morning edition and even as she thought about the sigh of relief Tampa women could take she was sad that there would be no more stories about the strangler for her to report. She was left with an empty feeling that she might never know the identity of the strangler.
That was the first time she realized how much the strangler had taken over her life.
She started to take another sip of wine when she actually caught him staring. He was in a booth to her left. He was facing her and she realized he had been staring for several minutes.
Once Noel was certain he was looking at her and not something around her she had gotten up. The self assured woman walked toward the man’s booth with the intention of finding out why he was gawking. To her surprise he had risen, extended a hand and said, “It is you, you’re Noel Siegfried, the reporter.”
Suddenly put off her guard she could do little more than nod as she found herself guided into his booth. He sat opposite her with a wide smile on his most pleasant face.
“I’m Charlie Smith, and I love your work,” Charlie had fairly gushed.
He signaled the waiter to bring them another drink. Noel was of course flattered. No one had ever acknowledged her celebrity before. This seemed to brighten her spirits right away.
The veteran reporter quickly lost track of time as she chatted with her new friend and admirer. She hadn’t noticed that Charlie had switched from beer to black coffee. But when they got ready to leave she found herself actually stumbling into his arms as she got unsteadily to her feet.
“Oh, my,” she said with embarrassment as Charlie’s strong arms wrapped around her.
Her gaze caught his for a second and she saw his eyes light up.
“You have interesting eyes, Charlie Smith,” she said as her hand touched his cheek.
“May I drive you home?”
“Oh, no I can call a cab,” she protested, “I don’t want to put you out.”
“I insist,” Charlie had said as he put his arm around Noel’s waist and guided her out of the restaurant.
He guided the tipsy reporter to his automobile and even opened the passenger door for Noel.
“A gentleman in this day and age. How refreshing,” she thought as she lowered herself into the chariest.
Charlie eased the car out of the now almost empty parking lot. Noel gave directions as they drove along. Her house was in an upscale neighbor hood in South Orlando. Charlie turned into the driveway and came around again to hold Noel’s door.
“Will you come in for a nightcap, kind sir?” Noel asked as she again touched Charlie’s cheek.
“That would be lovely.”
The two walked arm and arm up the stairs of the split foyer house. A spacious living area was to the right. Charlie took a seat on the couch and watched Noel poor two generous brandies.
There was a picture of Noel on the coffee table with a woman who appeared to be her sister. Charlie looked at the picture and then at Noel as she walked back with their drinks.
“I have finally figured it out,” he said with a snap of his fingers.
“What is that darling?” the lovely lady asked as she took a seat next to Charlie.
“Thank you,” Charlie said as he accepted the snifter of brandy, “you’ve let your hair grow. That’s why I wasn’t sure it was you in the restaurant.”
Noel ran her fingers through her shoulder length brown hair and smiled broadly at Charlie.
“Yes, its the strangler story,” Noel said with a sigh “I’ve kind of tried to identify with the victims. You know, they all had long hair and...”
She paused as she impulsively pulled her skirt up to mid-thigh revealing the reinforced welt of her dark brown nylons.
“...I even wear regular stockings now,” she said with a laugh, “do you think the strangler would find me attractive?”
“Why I think he’d be positively swept away by your beauty,” Charlie said as he placed his right hand on Noel’s knee.
He sat his drink down. Noel followed his lead and moved her body close to his. Noel looked into Charlie’s dazzling eyes as their lips met.
“Of course, I would figure out some pretext to loosen your stocking,” Charlie said playfully as his hands moved up Noel’s thigh.
She actually giggled a little as Charlie began to unfasten the front garter strap.
“Allow me to assist you, Mr. Strangler,” Noel said as she finished unfastening the nylon and began to seductively roll the nylon down her leg.
She wiggled her toes once the stocking was bunched down around her foot. Charlie took hold of the nylon and slid it off the dainty foot. Noel watched as Charlie wound the ends of the sheer nylon around her palms. He leaned forward as he flipped the stocking behind Noels head.
“Come here you,” Charlie said as he pulled the unsuspecting reporter forward.
Noel was expecting a kiss but instead Charlie wound the stocking quickly under her chin. He now had the nylon looped around her throat with the ends crossed over behind her head.
“That’s when I would strike of course,” Charlie said softly as he pulled hard on the stocking.
Noel actually felt a pang of anticipation.
“This must be what it is actually like,” Noel realized with excitement.
She was thinking about the strangler and his victims. She must be experiencing the same sensation or at least something similar. Charlie must be right on the money. The strangler took his victims unawares. The surprise was the thing.
Noel tried to voice this discovery to her new friend. That is when she discovered her sheer brown nylon was quite tight around her throat. The woman had no voice as Charlie pulled hard on the stocking. He was leaning against Noel as he drew the stocking top and toe in opposite directions behind Noel’s neck. She got that first shot of adrenaline as she began to struggle against the unexpected attack.
“Chaaak...caaak...breaaauuuu,” Noel croaked as she tried to tell Charlie the stocking was too tight.
The unsuspecting lady still was unaware that Charlie was the South Side Strangler. At the moment it was still some sort of game to her even as the stocking bit harder and harder into her neck. Her choked off words were soon reduced to strangled moans. Her fingers clawed wildly at the nylon stocking. Charlie had the nylon wound tight and there was no relief from the terrible pressure that was steadily building in her face. The tightness of her chest grew right along with the pain as her lungs tried vainly to fill again.
“Charlie you’re strangling me for real,” Noel screamed in her brain.
The reporter knew he would stop soon. They were just playing a silly game. She would laugh at the exhilaration that the attack was bringing and the hideous fear.
“What if he doesn’t stop in time,” Noel thought as her brain became more detached from the terrible trauma of the strangulation.
“Charlie, you must stop or I will...”
That is when she finally realized what was happening. Charlie was not going to stop. She looked at his face and could see the intent. She was going to die with her brown stocking knotted around her slender throat. Her fists hit weakly at the strangler’s chest. Then she had grasped his upper arms in a futile attempt to push him away. Charlie Smith was a powerful and well-built man. Noel Siegfried’s attempts to fend him off would prove futile.
Charlie simply drew the stocking tighter and tighter. Noel was beginning to loose coordination. She no longer had the strength to fight off the South Side Strangler. At one point her right hand pushed against the back of the couch as though she were trying to stand up. That is when he had looped the stocking around a second time.
“The South Side Strangler always loops the murder weapon three times around the victim’s neck,” Noel thought in some recess of her mind.
As she stared at him through bulging eyes Charlie took hold of the ends of the stocking in his right hand. His left hand moved down and touched her leg. His fingers slid under the stocking she still wore and gently squeezed the soft skin of her upper thigh. The woman was amazed at the gentleness of the touch. Then his fingers were slowly scratching upward along the area of bare thigh above the stocking top.
He gradually pushed her skirt up above her waist as his hand moved up her thigh.
Charlie’s hand touched a spot beside her panties and Noel gave an involuntary start as the electric signal reached her brain. Her lower body was beginning to tingle at his every touch. The man’s hand seemed to have a magical quality that was turning her on at the slightest movement of his fingers.
“How can a killer’s touch feel so wonderful?” Noel wondered through the stupor of the continuing strangulation.
But the best was still in store for the helpless woman. Charlie put his hand down inside Noel’s panties. He was pleased to feel she was already moist as his middle finger explored the curly bush of her pubic hair. Then he pushed the panties down to get better access to the lovely twat.
“Hmmmmmm,” Noel moaned as she spread her legs.
Noel had little conscious thought that she was now experiencing what thirteen woman before had felt just before they had been strangled to death. Her eyes were shut tight and her hands were still tugging at the nylon around her neck. But the lovely feeling of Charlie’s hand between her legs was intruding more and more into her brain. Then the stocking had loosened a little and she had gulped a tiny breath of air. Then she no longer tugged at the nylon as she had moved her hands down to rub her nipples.
“Hard,” Noel realized dreamily as she felt the erect nipples under the sheer material of her blouse and bra.
Charlie’s middle finger was now slowly sliding in and out of Noel’s cunt. The wet pussy was really getting hot as Charlie fingered his prize. He looked at Noel’s face that by now had grown quite red. Her lips were drawn back, most likely from the pressure of the initial strangulation but there was also the hint of a smile at the corners. Charlie also noticed the woman rubbing her breasts as he fingered her sopping cunt.
Then she stiffened, her legs went out straight and she again closed her eyes tight. Her mouth opened but no real sound could be heard over Charlie’s rhythmic breathing. She might have sighed but he could not be sure. Her tongue slid out over her lower lip as her mouth stayed open. Then her legs bent and the left leg slid over Charlie’s lap. Her knee came to rest against his stomach as he continued to finger his latest victim.
“Hard,” Noel thought again as she felt Charlie’s erection against her leg, “he’s excited by strangling me.”
Under normal circumstances the sight of them would have horrified Noel. She was sprawled over his lap with her lush pink pussy exposed for the entire world to see, with his finger deep inside her and her nylon stocking wrapped tightly around her neck. The combination of the sexual stimulation, too much wine and the euphoria of asphyxiation were clouding Noel’s thoughts.
She did know one thing though. Her body had never felt so alive. The South Side Strangler certainly could stimulate a woman sexually. She had never been manually stimulated and her whole body resonated with her building orgasms.
Just when she thought they would go on forever she felt his weight shift. Charlie pulled his hand out of her panties. He grasped her right hand with his left and lightly brushed the knuckles with his lips. Then he guided her hand into her panties.
“Hmmmmm,” the woman moaned as her finger replaced his.
She began to hunch her finger as Charlie again took hold of the stocking with both hands. He got a good hold on the brown nylon and then he paused. Noel was pumping and humping and her lips hung open. She was gasping both from the stocking and her sexual frenzy. With a sigh Charlie pulled the stocking tight. Noel’s left hand came up to Charlie’s arm. Her bulging eyes looked into his and she shook her head.
“No, please, fuck me now,” Noel pleaded, “fuck me hard, damn it.”
The words were trapped inside her head. The stocking was again tight around her throat. Noel’s vocal cords were pinched shut by the terrible pressure of the hosiery. She had been without a good breath for almost ten minutes. Charlie watched her final frenzy as he yanked hard on the nylon. Noel’s lower body jerked violently as a final orgasm raced up her stomach. Her legs flopped out straight and she pulled her hand frantically from her panties.
By now she knew he would strangle her to death. Her life would be choked away by her pretty brown nylon. The police would have no new information because theirs was just a chance meeting. She was about to become the victim of the serial killer she had written about for over a year. And yet she had known nothing about this man until she was at the brink of death. He had given her a pleasure she had never experienced and yet was about to snuff out her life.
“How extraordinary he is,” Noel thought as the stocking continues to tighten.
Her head was still shaking as both hands went under her chin to try to loosen the ligature. She clawed furiously at the deadly bands of nylon. What little energy she had left was being used up in her unsuccessful fight to tear the silky stocking from around her throat.
Charlie looked calmly at his pretty victim as he continued to draw the ends of stocking away. The wide sheer nylon was now two dark brown bands circling Noels delicate throat. She was fighting harder for her life than most of his other ladies. Charlie was surprised that his hands were feeling fatigued as he continued to strangle Noel Siegfried.
“Please, don’t kill me,” Noel tried to say as she looked at the South Side Strangler. The stocking effectively choked off her plea. Those lovely lips made only horrible raspy noises as Noel tried to beg for her life. A life that was quickly ebbing away even as she fought so desperately against her inevitable fate. She was fighting not only for her life but somewhere deep inside she wanted to write the true story. Noel had written about so many of the victims but now that she would be added to the list her understanding was so much more profound.
“I need to write our story...please.”
Charlie was oblivious to Noel’s final thoughts as he held the brown nylon tight. The lovely lady’s movements were slowing dramatically and she was no longer making the funny sounds she had just a moment earlier. Her brown eyes bulged wider as the terrible pressure continued to build inside her skull. Her tongue was now extended almost six inches out over her lower lip. Finally Noel’s hands fell back away from her neck. Her fingers were curled into loose fists as they lay on either side of her contorted face. Charlie noticed a blood stain on her ring finger where Noel had ripped her nail away during her frenzied struggle.
After another minute Charlie brought the ends of the stocking around under Noel’s chin and tied a secure knot. He sighed as he looked at the strangled face. He reached down and again took her right hand in his. He lifted the palm to his lips. The skin was cool as he tenderly kissed her lifeline. A tear fell from Charlie’s eye as he realized someone else would write her story. Noel Siegfried would be on the front page one last time as the fourteenth victim of the South Side Strangler.