“Shot or strangled?”

Posted by tina on May 19, 20011 at 20:10:50:

Hi, everyone! I wrote the first South Side Strangler story in late 1998 and posted it here in February of 1999. At the time I had no intension of writing another story about Charlie Smith (aka the South Side Strangler). Then a most marvelous thing happened. Island Girl Janet sent me a picture of a woman strangled with a nylon stocking. With her inspiration I wrote "Life Begins at Forty" which was the story of how the South Side Strangler claimed his next victim. One thing led to another but here is the final installment. Enjoy!

“Shot or strangled?”
By Tina

“You’re dead,” Charlie said to the statuesque blond standing at the door. The early morning light was peeking in the bedroom window and the gold of her hair glowed in the sunlight. Here face was soft and round with dazzling blue eyes and just the hint of blush to accentuate the line of the woman’s cheekbones.

“No, you stupid son of a bitch, you’re the one who is dead,” the lovely lady replied.

Charlie heard another car backfire and was suddenly in a sitting position on the bedroom floor. He looked down at his chest. His white shirt now had two red splotches that formed a ragged figure eight just above his navel. He tried to speak again but managed only a shuddering cough. In the early stages of shock Charlie fought to clear his mind and remember.

“I’m sure I strangled you,” Charlie thought as he pictured Velma sitting brushing her hair.

Her name was Velma Thompson. She worked for First United Securities as a broker. Charlie had stalked her for about three weeks before he had struck. He knew she always went into the office late on Wednesdays because she worked long hours every other day. She was in the shower when he entered the bedroom. He had already stolen a red nylon stocking from her lingerie drawer. As his intended victim emerged from the bathroom Charlie was already in position behind a decorative curtain with the stocking wrapped around his palms. The gorgeous girl sat down and began to brush her fine blond hair.

She wore only a lacey slip that hugged the curves of her body like a lover. As he stepped up behind her she had dropped the hairbrush. In the vanity the Charlie saw her lips form a circle of surprise. The red band of stocking was looped so quickly around the delicate throat that her initial scream was barely a strangled gasp. The lacquer on her fingernails was almost a match to the red of the stocking as she clawed frantically at the lovely ligature.

“Naaaccckkk…plea…aaaccckkkk,” the lovely girl had squawked as the South Side Stangler took her as one of his own.

He had wound the stocking around a second time as he pulled her head back against his body. Her long legs kicked out wildly as asphyxiation racked her body. He watched the pretty face grow red and the unmade eyes bulge as he drew the loops of hose tighter and tighter.

The protruding eyes looked at the mirror and saw the band of red. “I’m being strangled with one of my nylons,” Velma thought hazily as her body fought frantically to break the killer’s deadly hold.

Then one slender hand had dropped into her lap. The South Side Strangler took hold of the ends of the stocking with his left hand. His right hand pushed the strap of the slip down revealing the right breast. The stocking remained just tight enough to restrict Velma’s breathing as Charlie began to gently squeeze her breasts and rub her erect nipple.

“My God, I’m aroused,” she realized as she looked at the strangler’s hand on her bosom. Her gaze followed his hand as it moved down between her thighs. She watched helplessly as he pulled the hem of her slip up around her waist. His hand slipped inside her thong and she felt his finger begin to explore her moistening bush.

The strangulation was almost forgotten as Velma spread her legs wide and tried to push herself down onto the probing finger as an orgasm exploded inside her. A wave of dizziness hit her and she thought she was going to pass out. Her slow asphyxiation dueled with the growing orgasm. Velma experienced unexpected sexual excitement. Then she felt his finger working in and out and around her hot pussy. She was jolted awake as another orgasm, more intense than the first rolled up inside her quivering body.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,” Velma opened her mouth wide but only a loud strangled vowel came out of her gaping lips to express her ecstasy.

Velma had enjoyed all kinds of sex but had never experienced anything like this before. In the back of her mind she was vaguely aware of some story about a serial strangler and she knew this must be the man. Her body ignored the thought of breaking free as she rode the killer’s fingers to another lovely climax.

A fine sheen of sweat glistened on Velma’s body as the South Side Strangler’s hand moved slowly back up to the red stocking still wrapped snugly around her throat. He took the ends again in both hands and gradually pulled them apart.

“NO! NO!” Velma screamed in her head as she shook her head wildly, “DON’T STOP PLEASE!”

Charlie listened to the strangled screams and the wild head shaking but still he pulled hard on the red nylon. The two bands had already disappeared, buried in the tender flesh of Velma’s throat as Charlie continued his grisly task. He had watched her struggles fade as he held the red stocking tight. Velma’s arms dangled down beside the dressing chair. Even the slight twitching of her fingers had stopped. Her ankles turned out and her knees fell lewdly open, exposing her glistening blond bush. Charlie had held the stocking for almost ten minutes when he finally sighed as he wrapped the ends around again and tied a hard knot at the back of the strangled woman’s neck. Her head dropped onto her chest and the cascade of hair hid the mask of her strangled face.

Thelma stood in the bedroom door as she watched her sister being slowly strangled. The small revolver was in her hand but now she wouldn’t have to use it on her sister. How fortunate that her sister should be raped and murdered on the very morning that Thelma had intended to kill the bitch.

Charlie had just turned away from where the dead body peacefully sat when he heard the car backfire and had looked up to see Velma, standing at the bedroom door.

“But it can’t be Velma,” Charlie thought as he clutched his burning gut. He remembered quite clearly taking Velma as one of his ladies. She had been the best so he knew she was dead. Charlie looked up to his left to make sure the strangled blond still sat quietly on the dressing chair. The blond hair covered the strangled face but he could still see the red nylon tied tightly in place.

The blond with the .22 walked over to where Charlie lay bleeding to death. Her face had an odd smile as she looked down at the South Side Strangler. It was Velma’s face but Charlie knew Velma was strangled to death a few feet away. The tall blond pointed the gun at Charlie.

“You strangled my sister,” Thelma said still smiling as she again pulled the trigger, “Thanks!”

“Twins,” Charlie only mouthed the word as the bullet smashed into his face.

Velma was conveniently out of the way. Thelma would inherit the family fortune and she thanked the man who did the deed by shooting him three times. Poor Charlie Smith, the South Side Strangler had claimed his twenty-first victim but her twin sister had made sure he would never strangle again.