“Madame Mazie Unceremoniously Strangled”

Posted by tina on April 29, 2008 at 07:09:26:

Hi, everyone! Poor Mazie gets greedy and goes for her last ride. Enjoy!

“Madame Mazie Unceremoniously Strangled”
By Tina

Mazie Buchannon was a madam and a fence. She would always procure a woman for you or barter the safe exchange of jewelry with no questions asked. Some people said she dabbled in drug trafficking but Mazie always vehemently denied any connection with drug dealing. She would pull the sleeves of her chiffon dress up to expose light brown unmarked arms.

“Y’all see any marks on these arms,” Mazie would question hotly as a fierce look replaced her usually calm expression.

Actually Mazie had no need for dealing drugs because her other enterprises made her a comfortable living. Mazie was able to buy the finest dresses from the top designers in New York City. Her stockings were imported from France, as was the silk lingerie that always caressed her body.

She wore a lightweight shift with a white silk bra, panty and garter belt set underneath. The skirt billowed lazily around her knees as a light breeze kicked up. The day was warm as Mazie waited on the corner near the Dakota Arms where she lived. The other residents, mostly artists and entertainers would have been aghast had they any inkling of the notorious lady in their mists. But Mazie was always careful to keep her private life completely separate from her business dealings. Even the stretch limousine that pulled to the curve to pick her up was of little note in this upscale neighborhood. Unusual was the day a limousine did not appear curbside at the Dakotas.

A tall slender man got out of the back and held the door open for Mazie. He bowed slight as she stepped into the car and carefully insinuated herself into the spacious back seat of the black Lincoln. The man got in and tapped on the glass. The limousine pulled smoothly into traffic.

Mazie sat between two men whom she knew to be brothers. Angelo Donatello sat to her left. He was a little shorter than his brother Anthony but you would know they were brothers immediately because of the dark eyes, tanned skin and high cheekbones. The facial structure and skin tone were identical. They had the same mouth with thin lips and both men were neatly clean-shaven. The only real difference was that Angelo had his hair teased out a little and Tony preferred the slick back look.

Angelo took Mazie’s left hand in his, lightly kissed the knuckles and then gently patted the hand.

“So you got my money, darling,” Angelo asked as he continued to hold Mazie’s hand in his.

“I sure do, Angel,” Mazie smiled at the implication as she reached into her bulky knit bag and pulled out a large envelope.

If anyone was less angelic than Angelo Donatello, Mazie had no desire to run into them.

“I’m afraid we didn’t get as much as we had expected,” Mazie said apologetically, “the buyer said there is still too much heat on this heist.”

“What is our cut, darling,” Angelo inquired as he continued to gently stroke the soft hand.

“I get my usually ten percent and there is a nickel on the dollar in the envelope for you,” Mazie stated.

“Yeah, I figured that’s how it would work out,” Angelo said as he took the envelope from Mazie. He could hear her stockings hiss as she crossed her legs.

“Mazie, I got a surprise for you,” Angelo said, “the buyer was one of my guys. I know for a fact he gave you eleven cents on the dollar for the stuff.”

Mazie tried to keep her cool but her stomach was suddenly in a knot. She had made it a regular practice to skim a little especially from the thieves and burglars that struck her as a little dense. Although she knew Angelo could be violent she also knew that the two brothers were far from the sharpest knives in the drawer. She had apparently misjudged the Donatello brothers. Mazie had indeed gotten $110,000 on the million dollars worth of jewelry she had fenced for Angelo and Anthony. She was to get ten percent but instead she had pocketed $60,000 with the intention of telling Angelo that the buyer had undercut them.

“Just like in school, Mazie,” Angelo said, “You don’t pass the test you suffer the consequences.”

“Angelo, I can explain eve...” Mazie suddenly stopped speaking as Angelo brought a rough cord out of his pocket. His hands slowly opened the loop at one end of the rope and moved it toward the frightened woman’s face.

Anthony unexpectedly leaned over and took firm hold of the startled woman’s ankles. He pulled the lovely ladies legs upward and over to his side of the car. Before she could catch herself, Mazie rolled onto the floor of the limousine. Her short skirt flew up around her waist giving Anthony a full view of her stocking tops and white garter straps. As Mazie looked up at Angelo he dropped the rope around her neck and yanked the slipknot tight. Anthony was now kneeling on the back of Mazie’s legs. With his full weight resting on her legs he had Mazie effectively pinned to the floor of the car.

Mazie tried to scream as she felt the course rope go around her neck. Angelo quickly pulled the free end of the rope up with both his hands. Mazie’s body bent backward as she tried to rise up to relieve the terrible tension of the noose. Angelo slowly drew the rope tighter as he strangle hung the helpless madam.

“You not going to cheat anyone else, darling” Angelo said as he momentarily released the tension on the rope.

“Angelo....please...don’t...aaaccckkk”

The rope again went tight as Angelo lifted the woman’s upper body off the floor of the car by her neck. The slipknot tightened as it constricted Mazie’s tender flesh. Her hands tried to come up behind to tug at the rough rope. But Angelo would just wind more rope around his hands as the doomed woman lifted herself off the carpet. Her strangled gasps and moans were hideous. Her head bobbed up and down as she slowly strangled.

Apparently Angelo wanted Mazie to suffer because every so often he would lower her back down and let the rope go momentarily slack. All Mazie was able to do was draw in a ragged breath before Angelo again yanked the rope back up bringing Mazie’s tortured neck along and completely closing her airways.

Then Angelo put a foot across Mazie’s shoulder blades. As he continued to pull up on the noose he also pushed down with his leg. Mazie responded by rocking violently from side to side as her fingers clutched at the strangling rope. Angelo could occasionally see Mazie’s face turn up in his direction. Her face was a dark violet color and her eyes bulged hideously from their sockets. Her mouth was wide open and she was trying desperately to draw air past the ligature.

Anthony could see Mazie’s toes beating furiously on the carpet. She was trying to dislodge him from her legs but he had no difficulty keeping her pinned. He pushed her skirt further up to uncover her silk panties. Anthony found he was getting aroused as he watched the silk clad ass roll around. Mazie’s hips also lifted erotically during her desperate struggle to be free of her attackers.

Angelo pulled harder and harder on the rope as his heel dug into Mazie’s back. Her dress tore during the struggle and there were bruises already forming on her back where Angelo’s shoe pressed down on her soft flesh. Several minutes had passed since her last gulp of precious air. Mazie’s fingers were at the front of her neck tugging weakly at the rough hemp that bit deep into her neck. Her tongue was wagging out of her gaping lips and white froth coated the swollen appendage. Then her hands had slowly moved away from her throat, fingers stretched out and trembling before her hands dropped to the floor of the limousine. Her head also drooped as her body relaxed in death.

Anthony had, by this time, pulled Mazie’s panties down and was fingering her pussy as she died. Mazie had a final laugh on Tony as he collected a handful of bowel before he could remove his finger from the dead woman’s cunt.

“God, Angelo, she crapped in my hand,” Tony said in disgust as he looked at the mess.

“Ah, Tony, just wipe your hand on her dress,” Angelo said as he looked at Mazie’s strangled face, “Believe me, she wont mind.”

The woman who liked fine clothes was dumped unceremoniously in a vacant lot. The corpse lay on its back, fingers curled on either side of the upturned and hideously contorted face. An angry red furrow circled Mazie’s throat as testimony to the brutal end she had met. Her legs were still clad in the fine nylons that she always wore but the stockings were ruined now by wide runners. The brother’s left her legs spread wide and Mazie’s pussy was on display for anyone who happened to pass by. The hem of her dress blew up occasionally in the light breeze.