Posted by tina on March 17, 20010 at 05:41:19:
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“Lovely Rita Strangled”
By Tina
Charlie slid easily onto a stool at the near end of the bar. The night was unseasonably warm and he knew from past experience that the area near the front door stayed a little cooler on nights like this one. Also there was generally less smoke that made its way from the coin-operated pool tables in the back room. Charlie had quit smoking in 1981. Although he enjoyed an occasional fine cigar with a snifter of brandy he found himself occasionally missing the pleasure of an after dinner cigarette.
“Better for the old lungs to abstain,” Charlie thought as he settled in at the bar.
“What’ll it be, luv,” the barmaid inquired.
Charlie was surprised by the unfamiliar voice. The woman behind the bar was a striking redhead. She was not striking in the sense of good looks but she was buxom and had a mane of bright red hair. A pair of sparkling green eyes seemed to smile from out of the full face. She was slightly overweight and had smooth white skin sprinkled with the tiny red freckles common among redheads.
“You’re not Roger,” Charlie stated still surprised by the presence of this large lady.
“Oh, you’re a sharp one you are,” the woman said with a hearty laugh that caused her large breasts to bounce up and down, “no, I’m Roger’s English cousin…Rita’s the name,” the woman added as she wiped her hand on her dress skirt and stuck out a palm.
“Pleasure to meet you, Lovely Rita,” Charlie said as he shook the proffered hand.
The woman put a hand over her mouth as she chuckled and feigned embarrassment at Charlie’s compliment.
“G’ on wit’ you,” she said with an added twinkle in her eyes.
“You’re a charmer you are,” she continued as she held Charlie’s right hand between fleshy mitts.
“So where’s your cousin tonight?” Charlie inquired politely.
“Oh, he’s in hospital, he is. Doc says he might have a bum appendix.”
Charlie loved the Cockney accent of the voluptuous barmaid.
“The owner was kind enough to offer me a spot while Roger’s on the mend.”
She smiled broadly at Charlie.
“Well, I’m sorry about Roger, but I am certainly glad to make your acquaintance,” Charlie stated and gave Rita’s hand a little squeeze.
“So what can I bring you, darling?”
Rita quickly served Charlie the requested pilsner of beer. Charlie watched the woman move easily around behind the bar as he sipped his lager. He was amazed by how smoothly Rita move around as she served drinks to the handful of patrons at the bar and surrounding tables. People often expect heavyset folk to lumber about but Rita was very light on her feet as she smoothly served the bar’s patrons.
He was working on a second beer when Rita struck up a conversation with a man halfway up the smooth dark wooden bar from where Charlie sat.
“Did you see there was another strangling,” the woman inquired as she leaned forward in a conspiratorial pose but spoke loud enough for everyone inside to hear.
“Yeah, that makes sixteen or eighteen,” the man responded with a nod.
He laughed, leaned forward and grasped Rita’s pudgy neck in his hands.
“I’ll bet he’d like to get his hands on your lovely throat,” the man speculated as he gave Rita’s throat a soft squeeze.
Rita stepped back and rebuked the man, saying “Silly, he strangles ‘em with these…”
Rita pulled her flowing skirt up around her thighs to expose the tops of her white nylons. Her smooth thighs were only a shade darker than the stockings. Charlie gazed with sudden interest at the satin garter straps that peeked out from under Rita’s skirt.
Rita dropped her skirt and smoothed it back into place. She put a hand to her throat and said, “Strangled everyone of ‘em with hosiery…and I hear he rapes them first.”
“Well, there you go, always a silver lining,” the man said with another laugh.
Rita laughed in spite of herself as she waved a hand in the man’s direction, “G’on with ya!”
The rest of the evening Charlie spent catching glimpses of Rita’s white nylons as she flitted about and the full skirt of her dress would twirl up around her meaty thighs. She wasn’t exactly his kind of lady but there was something intriguing about this bird. She was definitely not physically similar to any of his other ladies except she was quite tall. Her long red hair had a fiery allure and of course she did seem to be light on her feet.
“And she does seem interested in the South Side Strangler,” Charlie mused to himself over a last beer.
He had managed to inquire about her accommodations and found that she was temporarily lodged in her cousins “flat”. She had no automobile nor did she need one since the apartment was only two blocks from the “pub”.
Charlie had bid the barmaid a good evening and then he had driven to a spot where he could observe the front door of the refurbished apartment building. Rita seemed a bit tipsy as she maneuvered up the stair.
“Invite me in for a night cap?” Charlie said as he took hold of her arm. He timed this maneuver to coincide with the unlocking of the security door to the building.
Rita gave a start, tugged momentarily trying to free her arm and then relaxed when she recognized Charlie’s pleasant face in the light.
“Oh, you’re a coy one you is,” Rita said softly, “How do I know you’re not that strangle bloke?”
“And what if I am?” Charlie said.
“I’ll be looking f’ward to that silver lining the chap spoke about earlier,” Rita laughed at her joke.
She slipped her hand down into Charlie’s and he helped guide her up the stairs to apartment 215. She poured Charlie a beer and herself some sort of amber liqueur in a brandy snifter.
“Cheers, luv,” Rita chirped as she and Charlie clinked glasses.
“Do you fancy giving a girl a foot rub?” Rita asked as she plopped her stocking feet in Charlie’s lap.
“Only if I get to remove your nylons first,” Charlie quickly responded as his left hand moved gradually up the top of Rita’s right leg.
The barmaid said nothing but Charlie took the low hum in her throat to be a sound of approval. Plus the woman made no attempt to stop his hands as they pushed the hem of her skirt up. Charlie deftly unfastened the nylons and Rita was soon bare legged. The pair of white nylons had been draped over the back of the couch on which the pair sat as Charlie began to message Rita’s tired feet. The woman lay back against a plush couch pillow and sighed as Charlie worked his magic.
He also took advantage to massage her calves and lower thighs.
“Oh, I’ve died and gone to ‘eaven,” Rita moaned.
Her eyes were tightly shut as Charlie reached out and picked up one of the stockings.
“What’s this then?” Rita asked as Charlie wound the sheer white nylon around her chubby wrist.
“I’ve always heard you English women enjoy a bit of bondage,” Charlie replied as he brought Rita’s hands together and tied her wrists securely.
“You are a wicked boy,” Rita chuckled as Charlie knotted the stocking in place.
Charlie brought the unsuspecting wench into a sitting position, turned her away from him and began to massage her shoulders. Again Rita said nothing but her moans of delight grew louder as Charlie’s hands worked hard on her tired muscles. He worked his hands up on the sides of Rita’s throat and then slowly downward. He would squeeze her shoulders for a few seconds then work his hands back upward.
“Perhaps I should throttle this one,” Charlie mused as his fingers slid around toward the front of the beefy neck.
“Careful, luv, don’t want to really choke me,” Rita said as Charlie’s messaging fingers closed a little too firmly.
Charlie’s left hand moved over to grasp the other stocking.
“Oh but I do, m’lady,” the South Side Strangler said as he whipped the white nylon around the equally white throat of his newest damsel.
Rita tried to scream as the strangler pulled the loop of hose tighter. Her strangled squawk was a lovely sound to Charlie’s ears as poor Rita began to gasp for each breath of air. She tried to pull herself up and away from him but he had the stocking firmly in place. Her body rocked from side to side as the strangler drew the hosiery firmly around her massive throat.
“No, no, you aren’t going anywhere,” the serial strangler cautioned as he continued to pull hard on the sheer stocking. Rita’s fat neck folded around the white loop of hosiery. Her hands, still tied tightly at the wrists came up to her throat in a vain attempt to pull the silky stocking loose. Her nails, sporting chipped pink nail polish dug at the ligature as Charlie drew the nylon relentlessly tighter.
The initial attempts at crying out for help soon turned to strangled gurgles as the stocking strangled the struggling redhead. The pressure built up in Rita’s head and her face was almost as red as her hair as the South Side Strangler went about his grisly business.
Rita had turned her head around and a bulging right eye peered in Charlie’s direction as the tied hands tried to reach back to him. “You are the strangler bloke,” she mouthed the words. The chubby fingers flexed as she vainly tried to grab hold of the strangler.
Her lips worked furiously as she tried to suck air past the tight white nylon necklace. The initial loop of stocking had almost disappeared in the folds of skin as the South Strangler wound the pretty nylon around a second time. Charlie’s practiced hands, the hands of a serial strangler drew the hosiery snug.
“aaaccckkug….unaaahhh…..(cough)…gucckkk…(wheeze)” Rita made the most exquisite gagging noises as she was slowly strangled.
After a couple of minutes of strangulation Rita’s struggles had subsided dramatically. The serial killer took hold of the stocking top and toe with one hand. Charlie’s free hand moved to Rita’s breasts. He pushed the top of her dress down to reveal an unexpectedly sexy brassiere. It was satin with ornate red bows that matched the garter straps that Charlie has just recently unfastened. The strangler slid his hand into the left cup and gently rubbed the hardening nipple. Rita looked down at the Charlie’s hand inside her bra.
“Always a silver lining…” the man’s voice from earlier that evening whispered in her asphyxiated brain and Rita’s gaping lips went up a little at the corners.
As she gazed at her heaving breasts the strangler’s hand moved further down. Rita’s skirt was bunched up around her hips. The South Side Strangler’s hand was soon inside the white satin knickers. Rita’s legs opened wide as first one finger and then a second nudged inside her shaved pussy.
“A woman of surprises,” Charlie mused as he thought about the sexy lingerie that Rita was wearing. Her hairless snatch was already moist as his expert fingers began their exploration.
The killer was glad indeed he had chosen Rita to be one of his ladies.
Despite the on going asphyxiation and the tight stocking at her throat, Rita was enjoying the fingers that were thrusting deep inside her. A strangled moan escaped her gaping mouth as a lovely orgasm ripped through her body. Rita’s feet drummed the carpeted floor rhythmically as her sexual frenzy grew. The voluptuous barmaid had never experienced anything like the strangler’s touch.
She was now able to gasp in a little air past the looped stocking. This actually added a most pleasant feeling of euphoria to the rising sexual heat in her loins.
Then from down a long hallway she heard someone say, “Rita, it’s time.”
At first she wasn’t sure what time it was or who was speaking. Rita felt the stocking at her throat tighten and realized it was Charlie’s voice and he was saying it was time for her to die.
“Please don’t stop,” Rita pleaded in her oxygen-starved brain. She wanted to feel those marvelous fingers in her cunt as she was slowly strangled to death.
As though he had read her mind Charlie put his lips to her ear. “That’s alright, lovely Rita,” Charlie whispered, “I’ll keep fingering you as I finish my work.”
The South Side Strangler twisted the ends of the stocking around his hand slowly drawing the loops of nylon tighter. Charlie placed his forearm against the middle of Rita’s back to improve his leverage. This allowed him to increase the tension on the strangling stocking. The white bands of nylon were imbedded in the folds of the barmaid’s neck. Her face was turning purple as the blood lost its oxygenation. A pink swollen tongue poked out over her lower lip and hung lewdly down over her chin.
Rita’s bulging eyes looked down as Charlie’s hand moved back inside her panties. She could barely feel the lovely tingle in her cunt as the strangler’s fingers slid in and out of her juicy puss. The barely conscious woman noticed a satin garter strap dangling on the inside of her meaty thigh.
“Now what did I do with my stocking?” Rita wondered as her vision suddenly began to fade.
There was a roaring in her ears that reminded her of the ocean. Explosions of light suddenly blocked her vision. Charlie kept the white nylon stocking twisted tight as Rita died.
Charlie continued to finger Rita for several minutes. His left hand, the hand that was doing the strangling was beginning to cramp when Charlie finally stopped stroking the dead barmaid’s sex. He pulled the ends of the stocking back under her chin, brought them together at the nap of the neck and tied a hard knot in the hosiery. Then he gently lowered the strangled corpse back against the couch cushion.
The dead barmaid’s bare legs were spread out wide. The satin panties had been pushed part way down her thighs to expose the naked pussy that dripped with juices of her final orgasms. Her hands lay in her lap and had turned almost as purple as her face from the tight bindings. The unseeing, bulging eyes stared up at Charlie. The protruding tongue appeared to fill Rita’s gaping mouth and stuck out to a seemingly impossible length. Lovely strangled Rita, the 19th victim of the South Side Strangler sat peacefully sprawled on her cousin’s couch.