Posted by tina on December 31, 2009 at 21:37:13:
Happy New Decade everyone! Charlie is at it again.
Enjoy!
“Police Pick Profiler”
By Tina
The headline in the lower left hand corner of the morning paper grabbed Charlie’s gaze right away. Although the type was not unusually large it was the wording in the title that had caught his eye. “Profiler Picked by Strangler Task Force” the headline stated. Charlie began to read the article in earnest, eschewing his normal habit of skimming the news. Detective First Class Fred Simpson, who was now the chief detective working on the South Side Strangler task force had made the announcement. When Fred had been promoted to the lead spot on the task force particularly scathing editorial had suggested that Homer Simpson could do a better job capturing the strangler. That barb not withstanding Chief of Police had tabbed Dr. Rosalind Roberson to assist the Orlando police department and in particular the Strangler Task Force by developing a profile of the serial strangler.
Charlie was delighted. He had met Dr. Roberson once before when she had given a lecture on abnormal psychology at the community college where Charlie taught. The period had been before Charlie embarked on his other career as The South Side Strangler. As Charlie recalled the moment he remembered a tall brunette who was athletic in appearance with a strong neck. She was the South Side Strangler’s kind of woman and Charlie had always meant to call upon the good doctor (actually she had a PhD from Yale) and make her one of his ladies. Dr. Roberson was one of those women of indeterminate age whose beauty seemed to be unflagging. Charlie decided that the article was a sign, almost like kismet, that she was meant to be his next conquest. Charlie looked at the picture that accompanied the article. To his delight she had let her hair grow longer and it was almost shoulder length. The photo was black and white but her hair color appeared to be the same light brown shade that he remembered from the lecture date.
Charlie was always cautious in his approach to his ladies. His plan was to either strike randomly as he had down with Olivia Bennett and Noel Siegried or to stalk his intended victim as he had done with Kimberly Sanders. Charlie chose the latter approach with Roberta. At first he was disappointed that the doctor’s work schedule seemed to be quite random. But after a month of monitoring the doctor’s routine he had realized that there was one constant. Every Thursday she practiced with a choral group. She left the office early, drove to her house to change clothes, grabbed a bite of dinner at the Bermuda Onion and arrived at the rehearsal hall at precisely 6:55 PM.
Thus it was that Charlie entered Roberta Roberson’s home on a Thursday afternoon. He had already been in the house twice before and so knew the basic layout. He was headed toward the bedroom and the doctor’s lingerie drawer but as he walked past the bathroom a bit of color caught his eye. To his great delight he saw a pair of sheer red nylons draped over the shower rod to dry. A smile crossed Charlie’s face as he walked into the bathroom. He pulled one of the stockings down and let it run gently through his fingers.
“This will be quite pleasant,” Charlie thought as he held the stocking lovingly in his hands. He brought the stocking to his nose and was delighted that a faint smell of her lingered on the hosiery.
The smile remained on Charlie’s lips as he took up his position behind the bedroom door. He looked at his watch and knew Roberta Roberson would be walking through that same door in just a few minutes.
Less than five minutes had passed when Charlie heard the front door open and close. He could hear Roberta humming as she went through the day’s mail. Then there was the sound of her high heels on the hardwood floor of the hallway. Charlie tensed in anticipation but the sound stopped.
“Oh, it feels good to get these heels off,” he heard the doctor say, still blissfully unaware of her quarries presence in her bedroom.
Then he heard the soft footfalls of her stocking feet. Roberta was dressed in a navy skirt and white blouse. She wore navy hose and carried her navy high heels in her left hand as she entered her bedroom. The doctor suddenly caught a slight movement in the mirror, saw the blurred image of the intruder directly behind her and was just starting to scream when the stocking snapped tight around her throat. The pumps dropped softly to the floor as Roberta’s fingers came up to claw the stocking that was now strangling her.
“Red stocking around my throat,” Roberta realized as she saw their reflection in the mirror. She could see the red band of the nylon that circled her neck and she could also see her fingers prying at the silky stocking without success.
She also realized that her attacker was a big man. Roberta was almost 5’9” tall but she could clearly see the top of the strangler’s head over her brunette mane. His hair was a couple shades lighter than hers.
“I wondered if this is the strangler,” she wondered in the back of her mind as the man drew the red nylon tighter.
“Must be able to describe him for the police,” she thought quite rationally as she was slowly strangled. As she concentrated on pulling free of the strangler a part of her conscious mind tried to record the images. Unfortunately those images were less and less focused as the strangulation reached a second minute. It never dawned on the learned doctor that it was already too late for her.
The pressure in her head was becoming quite unbearable and Roberta felt a wave of dizziness as the strangler looped the stocking around her neck a second time. He quickly drew the second red band of nylon down tight. Roberta could hear odd gurgling noises as she tried to inhale past the silky stocking.
The South Side Strangler watched the same struggling pair in the mirror. He too saw the band of red as it slowly constricted around the slender neck. He could see Roberta’s throat muscles strain against the ligature. Despite her athleticism he managed to draw the stocking tighter with each failed attempt at a normal breathe. Of course the strangler knew that he had won once the second loop of stocking was secure around the good doctor’s throat. Her face was darkening and he watched the wide, wild eyes in the mirror. His calm features shown in stark contrast to the growing panic etched on her face.
Roberta’s hands were now behind her head clutching at his forearms. He could feel her strength weaken as she clutched at his wrists in a futile effort to break the South Side Strangler’s hideous hold. Then the lovely legs had buckled and he lowered Roberta to a sitting position on her bedroom floor. Her legs were spread wide with the hem of the a-line skirt pushed up to her hips. The South Side Strangler could see the triangle of white panty under the sheer-to-waist navy pantyhose. He took hold of the ends of the red stocking with his left hand pulling the ends up to noose Roberta’s head in position against his chest. His right hand deftly unbuttoned the white blouse and pushed the cup of her brassiere down. The bug eyes looked up at his face and then down at the exposed breast.
“My nipple is erect,” Roberta thought incredulously as she looked at the brown bump that was now being rubbed by the strangler’s palm. Then the strangler pushed Roberta’s other breast free and massaged first one tit and then the other as he kept both nipples hard.
Roberta’s knees pulled up and out as she felt a small orgasm tickle her pussy. She sagged against the nylon noose and a delightful wave of dizziness washed over her followed by a wonderful feeling of euphoria. As she looked down at her exposed breasts the free hand of her attacker moved down to the waistband of her pantyhose. The asphyxiated lady watched as he worked his hand under the hose, into her white panty and began to explore her brown bush with his middle finger.
Suddenly Roberta’s pussy was on fire as the South Side Strangler’s fingers probed her cunt. Her hips began to hunch the hand of the strangler as his finger moved deep inside her hot box. Even though he still held her red stocking in place with one hand she was able to gasp in a little air. This seemed to add to the rapture she was feeling as the strangler continued to stimulate her. Roberta made most exquisite gasping sounds that were an erotic combination of moans, groans and gasping sighs.
Then the South Side Strangler had done something unusual. He momentarily let go of the nylon stocking as he placed both hands under Roberta’s arms. His strong hands lifted her and she had no strength to resist the movement.
He had suddenly gotten the urge to let her watch him finish the job.
“NO,” she managed to scream out as Charlie positioned her on the bed facing the mirror, “don’t stop”. The final phrase was a raspy croak as her vocal cords failed.
The South Side Strangler took hold of the loosely looped red stocking and entwined the ends in his strong hands. Roberta looked into his eyes and shook her head just as all of Charlie’s ladies had done before. Charlie had thought she was asking him to stop but Roberta still had voice and she spoke again.
“Please, keep your hand done there as you…” her voice trailed off as her left hand touched his. He was sitting behind her on the bed, looking at her face in the mirror as he felt the amazingly soft touch of her fingers.
“You want me to massage you as I…finish you?” Charlie asked with amazement.
Roberta shook her head wildly up and down as her hands went to her nipples. She closed her eyes as she began to furiously rub her breasts. Charlie drew the stocking tight until her breath caught and then he grasped the ends with his left hand. Roberta gasped in a tiny breathe as the loops of hosiery loosened slightly as Charlie’s right hand went back between her legs.
The asphyxiated woman nodded her acceptance as Charlie’s fingers again penetrated her now soaking panties. She looked down at the lump of his hand inside her pantyhose and panties and felt the warm glow inside. She hardly noticed Charlie begin to turn the ends of the red stocking with his left hand. Each time he turned the hosiery in his palm he would pull the ligature a little tighter. He could see the woman’s face grow dark and her eyes, which had been tightly shut, had finally been pushed open by the pressure of the strangulation. Her mouth gradually went from a faint smile to a grimace as the pain began to block out the pleasure in her loins. Charlie could feel the Roberta’s pussy muscles contracting furiously as though they knew this final ecstasy was running out.
Her hands had finally left her nipples and her red fingernails scratched weakly at the stocking. Her lovely breasts shuddered each time the South Side Strangler turned the nylon ligature. The red band was becoming a fine line around Roberta’s throat. Then her skin seemed to absorb the stocking. The South Side Strangler continued to finger the dying woman as he slowly wound the lovely red ligature tight. Finally Roberta’s hands dropped away from her neck. Her left hand lay curled on the top of the bed but the right hand slipped from Roberta’s squirming thighs and off the bedspread to dangle at her side.
The bulging eyes looked at him from the bureau mirror. Charlie marveled at the beauty that seemed to pass over her features as her body finally relaxed in death.
“Don’t go yet,” Charlie pleaded softly even though he knew she could no longer hear his words.
He continued to softly probe the sopping pussy. Roberta was oblivious to Charlie’s final gentle touch. Her legs were spread wide and her body sagged back against the firm chest of the South Side Strangler. The strangler’s hands wound the red nylon around the dead woman’s neck. He tied a hard knot under Roberta’s chin before he lowered her gently onto the bed. Roberta Roberson, police profiler and expert in serial killers lay peacefully on her bed. She would now be known as the eighteenth victim of the infamous South Side Strangler.