Posted by tina on March 05, 2007 at 05:15:56:
Hi, everyone! No, he isn't my favorite strangler (see the story below. Enjoy!
“The Strangler Person”
by tina
“You’re the strangler person,” Jane stated in a voice barely above a whisper. She winced as the intruder wound a pair of pantyhose tightly around her wrists. Of course person was a poor way to describe this monster. She had no idea how or why she knew he was the man in the news. He merely grunted as he finished binding Jane’s hands behind her back. He was the man in the news. Some how she was sure of that fact and she could feel fear well up inside her.
Panic followed the fear and Jane began to tug violently at the nylons binding her wrists so tightly. Her hair flew about wildly as she struggled. She was panting when she finally had fallen backwards and had lain quietly on the floral bedspread. Jane was doomed just like the women she had read about in the newspaper.
She shook her long hair out of her eyes. He was standing by the bed waiting for her to quiet down as though he had known exactly what to expect. The frightened and exhausted woman watched the rapist unbutton his shirt. The rational part of her brain had begun to record details.
“Need to be able to describe him to the police,” Jane had thought even though the voice in the back of her head told her there would be no need. She would not be able to describe this man to the police. Still her eyes roamed over his body. She recorded his features, the color of his hair and eyes, the scar on his abdomen and his husky build.
“Please…don’t,” she had begged as he had unfastened and removed his pants. He was already erect as he slid his silk boxers off. Jane was too spent from her struggles to resist as he grabbed a handful of her long brown hair, pulled her back to a sitting position and forced his turgid cock between her lips. She had not applied her makeup yet. The hard cock moved over her bare lips, inside her mouth and the tip had briefly plugged her throat. Jane had thought she would gag but then he had pulled back.
The rapist had slowly slid his erection deep into her mouth and then pulled it back to where the head of his penis was just inside her gaping lips.
“Got to make this last,” Jane thought through the haze of fear that enveloped her brain. She had read about the crimes with a vague morbid interest. One of the lurid local tabloids had gotten the fact that the victims had been forced to perform felatio on their attacker. Semen had been found in each victim’s mouth. So he would use her mouth for his perverse satisfaction and then…what?
Of course Jane had known what would follow the oral sex. As though he had read her thoughts the man increased the rhythm of his thrusts. Jane was coughing and gagging as the man alternatively forced his cock home and then withdrew almost the full length of the burgeoning cock to thrust again. “Please don’t cum,” Jane begged in her head. This repeated mantra merge in harmony with the man’s sexual thrusts. The “please” matched up with the man’s cock going deep inside Jane’s mouth. With the “don’t cum” in harmony with his slower withdrawal. Drool ran down either side of Jane’s gaping mouth. She was having more and more difficulty catching a breath as her nose stuffed up.
The helpless woman had felt as though she was going to pass out when the serial killer had paused with the head of his penis just inside her mouth. He had then slowly forced the shaft all the way inside. The tip of his dick had corked Jane’s throat. Jane’s eyelids fluttered as her lungs had begun to burn. The room had become a blur as a wave of dizziness and nausea overwhelmed the poor woman. She had been vaguely aware of a salty taste and she swallowed frantically as the warm cum filled her throat. The man had held Jane’s head tight against his crotch as he finished making his deposit. When he had finally withdrawn his deflating member Jane sucked in air but had gagged on the viscous fluid still draining down her throat and had coughed violently. She had rolled into a fetal position as she alternatively tried to inhale and then choked on a combination of saliva and semen.
Her eyes had been shut tight so she failed to see the intruder pluck another pair of nylons from her lingerie drawer. When he had forced his victim down on her back she opened her eyes to see her sheer stockings stretched between the man’s palms. Jane tried to scream but found she had no voice. She wanted to beg the man not to hurt her but the words only formed a gurgling noise deep in her throat. A flow of gibberish was all she could produce as sounds.
He had slid the outstretched pantyhose behind her head, slid the taut brown band under Jane’s hair and then brought the ligature up and around her throat. He had pinned her to the bed as he had wound one end of the stockings around her neck again. Jane’s brown pantyhose had been looped around her slender throat. She looked up into the eyes of her killer as he had pulled that loop tight. His body was a dark silhouette in the overhead light but she could see the eyes of the strangler. She was shocked to discern his wide eyed excitement as he started to strangle her.
Jane had drawn in a ragged breath as the man tugged on the silky nylons. Her head rolled from side to side as the loop of brown hose bit cruelly into her neck. The man had pulled the ligature just tight enough to close off Jane’s airway but the blood still flowed to her brain. She was acutely aware of the pressure building in her head and her lungs again had burned from lack of air. A final rush of adrenaline flowed to her muscles and she made a valiant attempt to buck the strangler off her tummy. For a split second they lifted off the bed but then her body had failed her and Jane sunk back as the serial killer had again pinned her lovely body down on the floral bedspread.
He watched her closely as he tightened the sheer hosiery. From deadly practice he had learned how to prolong his victim’s agony as he slowly tortured them. Even though Jane had managed to suck in an occasional tiny gasping breath her body had cried out for oxygen. She had lost total control as her eyes had bulged hideously from the fright mask of her bloated face.
Then everything had seemed to slow down. She was still trying to think of a way to escape when she realized her movements had almost stopped. The pain had faded as her face turned up to the strangler. She had been unable to focus on his eyes. There was a roaring noise in the room and she had thought of trains. Her tongue had popped from her gaping lips in a slimy pink mass.
The strangler had kept the brown stockings stretched tight. Jane had lay quietly on the bed as he finished with her. His arms had actually ached as he finally released his deadly grip. He backed off the bed and gazed at his latest victim. Her head was turned to the side but he had still been able to see the staring eyes, the gaping mouth, the bulbous tongue and the drool running down Jane’s chin. The little voice in the back of her head had been right. Jane was not going describing him to police.
Satisfied with another job well done the man left the way he had come.