Posted by tina on April 18, 2008 at 08:09:51:
Hi, everyone! This story was actually cowritten by the victim. There are three more to come. Enjoy!
“Marandized”
by tina
Randi had gone back to her room just long enough to exchange her control top pantyhose for a lace garter belt and opera length black nylons. The belt matched her black satin panties and wonder bra. The demure business suite remained since Randi did not wish to be mistaken for a call girl. She did however love to flash given the right circumstances.
* * * *
Tommy sat at the bar. He was a patient man. This particular hotel had an excellent lounge and he had been successful here twice before. It was a slow night but he sipped his draft without concern as he waited.
* * * *
Randi took a booth so she could face the entrance to the hotel’s lounge. She lit a cigarette as the cocktail waitress approached.
“Glinlevette on the rocks,” Randi said before the girl could ask, “and make it a double.”
Randi tapped a nail idly on the table as she inhaled her first smoke of the day. She silently cursed the new health conscious establishments with smoke free buildings and no designated smoking areas other than the industrial Dumpster area in back.
She blew a perfect smoke ring as she looked up at the bar where the pretty waitress was waiting for her scotch.
* * * *
He smiled and lifted his glass. The waitress picked up her tray and blocked Randi’s view momentarily. She had gotten just a quick impression of a man with dark hair and eyes, perhaps a mustache and a killer smile.
“The gentleman asked me to put this on his tab,” the waitress said when she set the drink in front of Randi, “is that alright?” The girl stepped aside so Randi could get a good look at her benefactor.
“Oh, my yes,” Randi smiled as she lifted her glass in his direction, “most excellent.”
The girl laughed as Randi took a sip.
Tommy slid off the bar stool and walked to where Randi sat.
“Hi, I’m Tommy,” he said as he slid into the booth next to her.
“I’m Miranda but my friends call me Randi,” she said as she looked at her companion, “and I think we are going to be good friends.”
To her surprise Tommy put a hand on her knee. She knew she should resist his advances. She did like to tease but she was a married woman and except for her affair with Diane she had always been faithful to her husband. She really did not count her sexual dalliances with Diane as cheating.
“You have gorgeous legs,” Tommy complimented as his hand moved ever so slightly above Randi’s knee and he gently squeezed.
Randi felt herself moisten as Tommy’s fingers slid a little further up her nylon-covered thigh and to the inside. She moaned her satisfaction as she took another sip of scotch.
“You’re very forward,” she whispered in his ear as her own hand came to rest on the top of his left leg. His jacket fell open and Randi was surprised to see a gold badge hooked to Tommy’s belt.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” Tommy said with a smile as he saw Randi eye the badge, “I’m a detective. You haven’t done anything illegal have you?”
“Would giving a detective oral sex get a girl into trouble?” Randi inquired as her hand moved to the obvious bulge in Tommy’s pants.
“Shall we go back to your room and find out?”
* * * *
Tommy dropped a tip on the table and then gently pulled Randi from the booth. She gave him a show, as she made no attempt to keep her knees together as she slid across the smooth leather seat. Tommy pulled her into his strong arms and they kissed. Randi could feel Tommy’s hand on her ass as he pulled her firmly against his bulging crotch.
“A..detective….ah…I think we better take this up stairs,” Randi said as she took his hand and they walked to the elevators.
The pair had the elevator to themselves as they rode up to the twelfth floor. Tommy again pulled Randi into his arms. His hand again squeezing Randi’s butt as she rubbed his crotch area. There kiss was long and passionate and Randi could feel that her panties were already soaked.
Randi led Tommy down the hall to her room. She inserted the card and when the green light flashed she pushed the door open. They were barely inside when Tommy grabbed her, pulled her arms behind her back and clamped his handcuffs on her wrists.
“Am I under arrest, detective?” Randi inquired as she put up a mock struggle against the police issue handcuffs.
“It certainly looks that way,” Tommy replied as he guided Randi to the king-sized bed. He helped her to sit on the edge of the bed and then slid his hands under her skirt and removed her panties.
“Oh, my,” Randi said in mock horror, “am I to be violated by the long…er…arm of the law.”
Tommy laughed as he balled the panties up and gently stuffed them between Randi’s full lips.
“You have the right to remain silent,” Tommy stated to the now muffled lady.
Randi sat on the edge of bed and watched Tommy slowly undress. He had a nice body, marred only by what appeared to be a scar from some sort of wound. Randi imagined it might be a gunshot wound but could only speculate in her now gagged condition. Randi gasped as Tommy finally shed his underpants. His cock was magnificent. Randi eyed it greedily as Tommy pushed her onto her back and then brought her legs up. He climbed on the bed next to her and then positioned himself between her legs. She spread wide and her suite skirt easily slid up her silky thighs to reveal her stocking tops and now bare pussy. Her brunette snatch was partially shaved to accommodate her skimpy bikini swimsuit bottom.
“You are quite gorgeous,” Tommy complimented as he slowly guided the tip of his cock against her pussy lips.
“Hmmmppphhhfff,” Randi responded to the compliment. Then she moaned as she felt the head of Tommy’s lovely dick explore her wet slit. Then the head was inside her and with a thrust Tommy rammed his erection all the way inside the bound beauty.
Randi let out a muffled scream as the orgasm ran quickly through her body. She had never climaxed so quickly before.
Tommy began a rhythmic pumping of Randi’s luscious pussy. It was difficult because of having her hands cuffed behind her but Randi finally got in sync with Tommy’s fucking motion. Another orgasm rolled up her body as Tommy screwed her with long hard thrusts. The helplessness and the inability to use her hands seem to add to the erotic excitement of their lovemaking. She was totally lost in the moment when Tommy slowed, pushed his cock deep inside her and then began to spurt hot cum. Tommy grunted several times and then roughly clutched Randi’s ass.
Even the pain of his fingers digging into her ass cheeks added to Randi’s orgasmic energy. The pain blended exquisitely with the pleasure of Tommy’s cock throbbing inside her wet pussy.
After a few seconds Tommy literally collapsed on top of Randi. For a moment she thought he had died but then he pushed up, climbed off the bed and stood gazing down at her. He walked to his trousers and removed the handcuff key. Randi thought he was going to remove the cuffs but instead he only freed her left wrist. Before she could resist he had refastened the cuffs through a rail of the brass headboard. She watched in puzzlement as Tommy walked to the other side of the bed. The detective bent over and when he stood back up he held the soiled pantyhose that she had worn to her seminar. Tommy smiled down at the helpless woman as he slowly looped a knot in the legs of the sheer nylons.
As she watched him handle the hosiery Randi tried to tell Tommy that it was a brand new pair of hose but her protests where reduced to muffled grunts by the panty gag. Her breathing had quickened when she saw the knot between Tommy’s outstretched hands. Her nostrils flared as the detective straddled her. Randi tried to scream as Tommy guided his freshly erect penis into Randi’s well-lubricated cunt. Randi watched helplessly as Tommy pressed her brand new pantyhose against her throat. She felt the bump of knotted nylon plug her larynx as she tried to scream again.
“Oh. His cock feels so good,” Randi thought in the back of her mind as the strangler wound the nude nylons around her neck. Despite her predicament Randi began to force her hips up against Tommy’s cock. She felt an orgasm rise even as she felt him begin to tighten the loop of pantyhose.
She coughed behind the panties filling her mouth, tried to draw air through her nose and was shocked to realize she could no longer breath. The pantyhose noose had closed off Randi’s airway. She looked up with bulging begging eyes at the policeman. He was paying no attention to her suffering as he continued to screw her pussy as he strangled her. With each hard thrust of his cock it seemed he drew the nylons a little tighter, too.
Randi’s legs kicked up on either side of Tommy’s body as she tried desperately to break free. The handcuffs clanged and banged against the brass headboard as Tommy slowly garroted the helpless damsel.
In the mist of her torture the lovely blond was amazed that she was still experiencing the unmistakable tingle of multiple orgasms in her body. She was only vaguely aware of Tommy’s hard cock sliding deeper and deeper inside her as the killer cop twisted the nude pantyhose tighter and tighter.
She was lost in her struggles when Tommy suddenly stiffened. Then he shot another load inside the almost unconscious woman. The nylon hose was still wrapped tightly around Randi’s neck as Tommy finished filling her pussy with his cum.
Then the murderer knelt back, wrapped the ends of the hosiery around his hands one more turn and pulled even harder on the silky stocking ligature. The nude band of nylon was buried in Randi’s throat as the blood supply to her brain was shut off.
Randi’s lovely legs kept kicking for a few seconds more but her struggles quickly slowed as Tommy yanked the pantyhose tighter. Randi tried to plead with him to stop even as her vision began to fade.
“No, I can’t die like this,” she thought as dark patches blocked out bits of her surroundings, “I can’t die strangled like a common whore.”
This was her last thought as the room faded from her sight.
Then suddenly she found herself floating above the bed. It was almost as though she had been levitated to the hotel room ceiling. She looked down on the tableau below. The detective knelt between her spread legs. His cock was still inside her pussy. She could see her pantyhose wrapped tightly around her throat. Bulging eyes stared blankly up at her from a hideous blue face. Those were her eyes, her dead eyes staring vacantly up at her. That was her blue face she saw. With a shudder of horror she realized the thing hanging from her mouth was her bloated tongue. The distended appendage now lolled lazily out of the corner of her gaping lips. The ball of black satin panty was visible at the back of her throat.
“How could this happen to me?” Randi’s spirit wondered as she watched the strangler finish his grisly task.
“It’s not your fault,” a soft voice spoke to Randi.
She was startled to see the form of another woman floating nearby. The most startling aspect of this ghostly vision was a distinct purplish line that circled the middle of the woman’s throat.
“Who…who are…who are you?” Randi stammered the question.
“I’m Mari,” the spirit responded, “Tommy strangled me, too.”
As the two ghosts watched, Tommy knotted Randi’s pantyhose and then climbed off the bed. Randi’s corpse lay staring grotesquely up at them. They watched helplessly as the serial strangler got dressed and left the hotel room.
“What happens now?” Randi’s spirit asked Mari.
“Just wait,” Mari responded cryptically, “you’ll see.”