“The Sexy Stripper and the South Side Strangler”

Posted by tina on May 28, 2008 at 07:19:16:

Hi, everyone! Here is the latest enstallment of my favorite strangler. Enjoy!

“The Sexy Stripper and the South Side Strangler”
By Tina

The constriction band was still pulled tight around her left bicep. She had already set the spent syringe down on the dressing table. The hooded eyes looked at his reflection in the brightly-lit mirror and he could see her lips move as she attempted to ask him who he was and what he was doing in her private dressing room.

“Damn that Carl and his cigarette breaks,” Evelyn thought dreamily as she realized the bouncer was out back smoking.

Charlie stooped and picked up a sheer black stocking from the floor where Evelyn had casually tossed it. He walked toward the drugged stripper as he wound the nylon around his palms. She was just starting to turn toward him when he looped the stocking around her throat and pulled it tight. She fumbled awkwardly with her hands as she tried to ward off the attack. She was too far-gone into her drug-induced stupor to prevent him from winding the stocking around her throat. Nor would she be able to stop the intruder from strangling her. She tried to scream but the stocking was already constricting her vocal cords and only mouse like squeaks escaped her gaping lips.

She looked at their reflection again through bulging eyes. Charlie saw the black stocking against his fists, the ends moving in toward her throat but the black band of nylon was lost in the black expanse of her throat. He had never strangled a black woman before and found it even more erotic that the stocking blended so perfectly with her skin as he strangled her.

Her eyes poked out further and further as he drew his hands away from her neck causing the stocking to tighten. The whites of her eyes stood out in stark contrast to the smooth dark skin of her face. The pink tongue poked out of her mouth and flopped around as she gagged. Evelyn thought her brain would burst as Charlie pulled her discarded stocking tight around her throat. Her face turned from side to side as the helpless woman looked for help that was nowhere to be found. In the distance she heard the alleyway door slam shut as Carl returned. The bouncer was less than ten feet from her door and yet he might as well have been on the moon. She wanted to call out to him, wanted to tell the strangler she couldn’t breath, just wanted to beg for her life. All these thoughts were trapped inside her head as the South Side Stranger drew the nylon tighter and tighter.

Charlie watched the long legs begin to kick. He thought back to the thigh high white hose she had worn on those legs for her last number. Charlie had not caught either stocking but that was all right. He did not begrudge someone else getting Evelyn’s souvenirs. Elegant Evelyn was her stage name and Charlie had watched her do the “Dance of the Virgin Bride” earlier that evening. She had come out dressed in a white veil, satin floor length gown and white sandals with five-inch stiletto heels. Her arms were sheathed in opera length leather gloves. Charlie had actually heard the gasps of some of the spectators when they saw the magnificent woman. He had to admit she had been an awe-inspiring sight.

At the end she had stood naked and yet powerful. Only the gloves remained in place. She had bowed at the waist, the straight black hair swinging up and down in a long arc. Then she had snapped back up, hands on hips, legs spread wide to show off her shaved pussy. Even without the five-inch heels Elegant Evelyn towered majestically over her audience. Then the gloved hands moved up to cup the melon breasts, pinching the erect nipples between finger and thumb. Elegant Evelyn then blew kisses left and right to the cheering crowd.

One man had tried to climb up on the runway but the bouncers had quickly subdued him.

Charlie’s reverie was broken as the big black woman suddenly lurched upward out of her chair. Evelyn had gotten an adrenaline rush and with all her strength was trying to break away from the strangler. She was hardly aware of standing as she continued to struggle against the strangulation. Charlie quickly pulled his victim back to him and then looked at the lounging couch. With his left forearm he pushed her to the right toward the mauve settee. His hands maintained a steady grip on the hosiery and her breath was still cut off preventing any chance of her yelling for help. Her dressing gown had fallen open at this point and he got an occasional glimpse of the massive tits bobbing back and forth as he continued to choke the stripper and she tried vainly to draw another breath.

For her part Evelyn was in a growing state of panic. She had gotten very little air for some time. The asphyxiation and the earlier shot of drugs were quickly sapping her strength. Although the burst of energy had allowed her to get to her feet, that too was spent now. The room was becoming a blur as she felt herself pushed toward her lounger. She felt the cool air against her exposed body but she did not bother to try to cover her nakedness, as her hands were busy prying at the silky stocking around her throat. Her long nails dug frantically at the nylon but Charlie had the ligature too tight for her to pry it loose.

Charlie forced Evelyn down onto the chase lounge. She was in a kneeling position with him standing beside her still holding the sheer black stocking tight around her throat. Evelyn propped herself up with her left hand as her right hand continued to pull at the stocking. Then Charlie looped the nylon around the strippers throat a second time. Evelyn shook her head wildly as she felt the second loop of hose going tight around her already strangled throat. Charlie pulled two loops of hose tight and waited patiently for the time to be right.

“For a druggy you are amazingly strong my lovely Evelyn,” Charlie said out loud to his fading victim.

Evelyn could hear Charlie speaking but the roaring noise in her ears prevented her from understanding what he was saying. Then to her horror everything got quiet. The roaring noise subsided but she still could not hear. The Nubian stripper was succumbing to the stocking strangulation. She was on the brink of passing out when she felt the stocking loosen slightly.

The other two women he had strangled were not as physically strong as this luscious lady. Charlie was getting more and more excited as Evelyn fought his silky strangulation. But Charlie kept the stocking tight and the helpless woman’s upper body had finally slumped down on the curved head of the velvet lounger.

Charlie had taken hold of the nylon with his right hand. His left hand now grasped the hem of Evelyn’s dressing gown and slowly pulled it up over the luscious black ass. The stripper was still in a semi-kneeling position as Charlie exposed her smooth buttocks. Then his hand slid over the tight muscles of Evelyn’s back. The strangler held onto the stocking at Elegant Evelyn’s neck as his free hand moved slowly over her upper thighs. Despite her drug addiction Evelyn’s legs were strong from years of dancing and Charlie loved the feel of those sexy thighs.

Evelyn gave an involuntary gasp as Charlie’s hand moved between her legs and his middle finger brushed her sex. The drugs were in full effect now and the nylon still wound tightly around her neck prevented full recovery from the effects of asphyxiation. However, she was suddenly aware of Charlie’s fingers exploring her. She was also aware of her pussy moistening as her attacker began to stimulate her clitoris.

Charlie felt her juices spilling out on his hand and his finger slowly worked inside the moistening slit. Evelyn turned her head slightly. The strangler was a blur and at times there appeared to be two of him. She tried to focus, to get a clear look at this man but her eyes would not cooperate. The gaping lips slowly began to turn up with a contented smile as Charlie fingered her warming puss.

Elegant Evelyn let out another guttural moan as an orgasm rose up inside her. Her bare feet were kicking the cushion softly as her muscles responded to the fingering. Her white lacquered nails reached up and clutched the edge of the couch as Charlie continued to finger her. Evelyn’s tongue hung lewdly out of her gaping lips and drool dripped onto the cushions.

“Lord, this man has heavenly fingers,” Evelyn thought in a deep recess of her mind.

She closed her eyes and let her body respond to the marvelous soft touch of the South Side Strangler. There was no count of the orgasms and her whole body was tingling when Charlie again took hold of the black stocking with both hands. He got a firm grip as he again pulled the loops of hose as tight as possible. There was a soft gasp and Evelyn shook her head.

“NO NO,” Evelyn screamed, “FUCK ME...PLEASE I NEED MORE.”

Her hips pushed back in their desire to feel that probing finger but the soft hand was gone. She slid flat onto the love seat as her fingers had begun to tug at the silky stocking. The dark bands of hose again disappeared against Evelyn’s dark skin. Charlie could see the slowly increasing dent at the center of the struggling woman’s throat. He could feel the nylon stocking tighten in his hands as he relentlessly strangled the happy stripper.

The white nails sliced into the soft skin of Evelyn’s neck as she dug furiously at the ligature. The luscious body rocked back and forth on the cushions. Her feet again kicked but this time because of the growing pain of her impending suffocation. The loops of stocking had been buried deep in Evelyn’s throat several minutes and her struggles had almost stopped. Her hands went up to clutch weakly at the arm of the lounger as though she were trying to pull herself away from her killer.

Just before the end her face had turned up toward the South Side Strangler. The jet-black hair fell away from the bulging eyes. Charlie had no idea whether or not she could actually see him through those protruding orbs. The naturally dark face was a shade darker now and had a sort of violet glow from the suffused blood trapped by the silky stocking.

Then she had seemed to sigh and as Charlie watched last bit of strength left the body of the exotic dancer. Elegant Evelyn was stretched out peacefully on the velvet love seat.

Charlie held the stocking for another minute and then tied the ends off securely behind the strangled woman’s neck. Her face was turned toward him with the eyes, bulging horribly from the throttling, staring straight ahead. Her tongue hung out of the left side of her mouth. Saliva continued to drip off the bloated tip. Although she had relaxed in death Evelyn’s fingers continued to clutch the arm of the couch.

“I think she needs you,” Charlie had said to the burly bouncer as he passed him in the hall.

Charlie had avoided eye contact with the man and was long gone from the club by the time Carl had come after him. The bouncer would be unable to give a very good description of the South Side Strangler.

“Just an average white guy,” would be his story.

The police would finally link the three stocking strangulation murders as the work of one killer. That fact would bring them no real suspects or leads in the serial stranglings. Nor would it bring them any closer to Charlie Smith.