Posted by tina on February 17, 2007 at 19:32:31:
Hi, everyone! The only thing better than a tall blonde is a strangled tall blonde...Enjoy!
"The Strangler and the Shrink"
By Tina
Dr. Michelle Qwan answered the phone cheerfully, "This is Michelle Qwan speaking. How may I help you?"
"Hello, doctor," a male voice responded, "my name is Charlie Smith. I am a friend of...oh...I mean I was Olivia’s and Carolyn’s friend. I’m afraid I still can’t believe they are both gone."
"Mr. Smith, I am sorry for your loss," Dr. Qwan said sympathetically, "were you close to Olivia and Carolyn?"
"Well, I met Olivia through a class she took at the college," Charlie lied, "I teach there. And of course I met Carolyn through Olivia. We were not what you would call close."
"What can I do for you, Charlie...may I call you Charlie?"
"Yes, doctor, please do. I...."
"Please," the doctor interrupted him to say, "call me Michelle."
"Michelle it is. Before Carolyn left on vacation...." suddenly there was silence in the receiver.
"Charlie, are you still there?" Michelle Qwan finally inquired with concern.
"Sorry, Michelle, I was just thinking about Carolyn and her final vacation. This is not as easy as I thought it would be. Anyway, Michelle, I saw Carolyn off at the airport and she left a package for you. I believe it is a gift of some kind and she asked me to give it to you while she was away."
"Oh," Michelle Qwan said mildly surprised. She had only seen Carolyn Kingston one time before Carolyn was murdered. Michelle Qwan still found it hauntingly ironic that the roommates should both be strangled to death within weeks of each other.
"I’m sorry I actually forgot about it until today." Charlie said apologetically, "May I swing by your office and drop it off?"
"I will be here for about another hour," Michelle replied, "will that work for you?"
"Michelle, that will be perfect," Charlie responded, "I’m about twenty minutes away."
"My secretary is gone for the day so just come through to my office when you arrive."
Of course Charlie already knew that Dr. Michelle Qwan would be alone. That was what made it all so perfect.
* * * *
Michelle Qwan heard someone come into the outer office as she had left her office door open. She walked to her door as a very pleasant looking man came towards her inner office. He was a little over six feet tall, had sandy brown hair, with a little gray at the temples. He appeared to be in his early forties.
"Are you Charlie?" Michelle Qwan asked as she extended a hand.
"Yes, I am," Charlie replied as he shook hands with the doctor, "I wish we were meeting under better circumstances.
Dr. Qwan got better-looking every time Charlie saw her. Her skin was smooth and tanned. She was at least 5’9" tall and Charlie adored tall women. He loved them to death.
"Come into my office," Michelle Qwan said. She noticed Charlie’s eye color seemed to change depending on how the light caught them and that added a bit of intrigue to his appearance.
She closed the door behind Charlie and then took a seat in one of the patient chairs.
Charlie waited for Dr. Qwan to sit, then he sat in the chair next to her.
"You said something about a present?" Michelle coaxed.
"Yes, I have it right here," Charlie said holding up a bag. He pulled a small, blue box from the sack and handed it to Michelle Qwan.
The box was not wrapped but did have a decorative, red cord tied diagonally around one corner.
"Do you want me to leave so you can be alone to open it?" Charlie asked as he stood up and took a step towards the door.
"No, I think Carolyn would want you to see," Michelle Qwan said, putting a hand on Charlie’s arm, "I think especially under the circumstances."
Michelle Qwan took the cord from the box. She lifted the lid to reveal white tissue paper. To her surprise there was a single, black, nylon stocking inside the tissue. Michelle pulled the stocking out of the box. As she held the sheer nylon in her hand, Michelle Qwan felt anger rising inside her. She started to turn to ask Charlie what kind of a sick joke he was playing when Charlie snatched the stocking from her hand and looped it around her throat.
The attack was so quick that it caught her totally by surprise.
Charlie stood at Michelle’s side, the stocking crossed on the right side of her throat as he began to strangle the lovely doctor. Her blond hair was trapped under the stocking and shown brightly against the black of the nylon.
Her right hand grabbed Charlie’s arm as she tried to push herself out of the chair with her left hand. Charlie kept his left hand on Michelle’s shoulder while his right hand pulled the stocking away. This kept Michelle from standing although she bobbed up and down as she tried to rise while Charlie’s hand pushed her back down. Of course while this chair dance was going on the stocking was growing ever more secure around her throat. The sheer stocking had now pinched her airway shut.
"I stopped by your place this morning, Michelle," Charlie whispered in her ear as he continued the deadly strangulation, "I found this stocking hidden away in your lingerie drawer. It was just like the one I used on Barbi."
Michelle Qwan was not paying much attention to Charlie but did understand enough to know he was the South Side Strangler. In addition to the immediate concern of being strangled she was trying to think, calmly and logically.
"What do I know about him?" Michelle tried to think, as she continued to struggle.
She could hardly believe how tight the stocking was already. Her eyes were blurred with tears as the pressure built up in her head.
"What do I know about the murders? Think, Michelle," she pleaded with herself, "got to get loose somehow."
Michelle Qwan knew all the victims had been strangled with nylon stockings. The stocking was always wrapped several times around the victim’s throat before the strangler knotted the stocking at the end. The doctor who did Olivia Bennet’s autopsy said the strangulation was done in stages, progressively as the stocking was wound more and more around the victim’s neck. There was something else though.
As these thoughts ran through Michelle Qwan’s mind, Charlie Smith, the South Side Strangler, focused all his energy on using the silky garrote to overcome his victim. The doctor was not a small woman and she was physically fit but Charlie had caught her off guard and she was now fighting a loosing battle with her attacker.
"Aaaacckkk....ooooohhh...." Michelle Qwan was gasping terribly as Charlie’s right hand continued to pull the sheer, black stocking tighter and tighter. Then to her horror she felt the stocking being guided around the back of her head.
"Nooooo...pleacckkk...staaa..." Michelle tried to beg Charlie to stop but she had very little voice from the already too tight nylon. Her left hand came up to try to grab the stocking before Charlie could wind it about her throat again. She was able to grasp it but could not prevent Charlie from bringing it on around her neck. She actually made the mistake of looking up at him as he slid the nylon under her chin and, at the same time, moved his right arm counter clockwise to create a second full loop of stocking around poor Michelle’s throat.
Even as she had thought about the double wrapped stocking, Charlie had been able to get the nylon around her neck a second time.
Michelle Qwan, trainee in psychology, who possessed a brilliant mind, suddenly realized she was going to die. This revelation did not spur her to fight harder. Instead, Michelle felt her strength begin to fade as Charlie drew her stocking ever tighter. She knew with a certainty that chilled her tortured body that she was beyond any hope. She looked down at her legs, stretched out in front of her, heels digging into the carpet as her fingers clutched the arms of her strangler. The pressure in her head kept growing. Her eyes felt as though they would pop from her head at any second. Her vision was fuzzy as she looked back up at her killer.
She shook her head and tried to say, "Please, no, don’t hurt me". She could still see her hands holding weakly on to her Charlie’s wrists. She could see the stocking, black against his right palm, the top of the stocking hanging down and swinging in hypnotic fashion as he strangled her.
"Something else, Michelle," her brain was no longer properly functioning at any level, "something about the killer...got to think..."
Charlie brought the ends of the stocking together, keeping tension on both ends and then he took hold of them with his left hand. Her hands slid off his wrists onto the stocking, gripping it lightly. There was the slightest loosening of the silky garrote. Michelle took in a small, cool breath as her hands dropped to the arms of the chair.
"More...please...." Michelle was able to gasp out only those two words.
Her eyes followed Charlie’s hand down to her legs. She remembered now and a sense of anticipation suddenly gripped her. Her hands came back to clutch Charlie’s left wrist but she no longer had the strength to fight.
"You don’t want to fight," Michelle heard a voice in her head say, "give yourself up to him."
The other women, the victim’s of the strangler, had not been raped. She remembered that much. Michelle Qwan watched Charlie’s hand pull her skirt up her legs. She was wearing nude pantyhose on her shapely legs. His hand moved around her thighs, gently, almost lovingly as he worked her skirt up. Michelle Qwan watched the light dance on her thighs as Charlie continued to pull up her skirt. Charlie still held the black nylon tight at Michelle’s throat preventing her from recovering but she marveled that the touch of his hand on her legs was so stimulating to her.
Then Michelle Qwan remembered. The pathologist, a balding man with wire rimmed glasses, said the women had not been raped but all had been sexually stimulated and had most likely experienced multiple orgasms before they died. She had thought the man daft at the time. Now she knew and she found herself actually lifting herself up. She was no longer trying to stand but was simply allowing Charlie to push her skirt up under her butt.
She looked up at him, her hands still clutching his left arm as his right hand went inside her pantyhose. The first little tingle went off inside her as she felt his marvelous fingers glide down her lower abdomen, working their way under her panties. Michelle was now focused on the feeling between her legs. She could feel the cool of the chair through her pantyhose and panties. It contrasted with the warm feeling she was now experiencing. A warm feeling that grew quickly hot.
"My panties are wet," she thought as Charlie’s finger entered her. He bent slightly so he could get full penetration. This pulled Michelle’s head forward a little as Charlie’s left hand pulled on the nylon noose. He smiled at her, their faces only inches apart. Her lips were slightly parted from the continued strangulation but Charlie could see them turn up in the faintest hint of a returned smile. Michelle involuntarily pushed her hips forward on the chair as Charlie brought her to a small orgasm.
Her head went back to rest on the chair back as Charlie inserted a second finger. Her legs were stretched out again as the orgasm spread within her body. She moaned slightly although the ligature changed the tenor of the sound.
"The doctor was right," Dr. Qwan thought dreamily as the combination of cyanosis and multiple orgasms played an erotic melody in her body, "how delightful this man is, I’ve never experienced anything like this."
Charlie watched Michelle Qwan’s face, the movement of her lower body and knew. Her knees were spread wide against the sides of the chair as she pushed her hips harder and harder against Charlie’s hand. Her hands dropped to the arms of the chair and clutched them as another strangled moan of ecstasy tried to escape her lips.
Charlie looked at the two tight bands of black nylon under Michelle’s chin and found the moment painfully beautiful.
Michelle Qwan looked down at Charlie’s hand pulsating in her panties as another wonderful orgasm swept through her. Then to her horror his hand came out of her panties. She could see her juices on his fingers.
She looked up at him, "No, no, not yet," she pleaded, "I’m not ready."
Of course all Charlie heard was, "Naac...Haccc...accc" as the wide, blue eyes looked at him. His right hand grasped the stocking top again. Michelle Qwan hardly moved or made any attempt to resist as Charlie gradually wrapped the ends of the stocking around his hands. Michelle was ready. Charlie drew the toe and top away from each other watching the loops of hose constrict the throat they so beautifully wrapped.
Michelle Qwan slumped further into the chair as Charlie strangled her again. She no longer looked at Charlie but stared straight ahead as she knew what was about to happen. She had already given herself to him. As she felt the dark stocking gradually tighten for the final time, Michelle Qwan wondered if she would make a lovely corpse.
Charlie saw her hands drop into her lap as he held the stocking tightly in his fingers. There was no better feeling than that of sheer stocking around a beautiful woman’s neck. Michelle’s legs, spread wide, were still stretched out in front of her but she had no energy to dig in her heels as the final strangulation began. Her feet rested limply on the carpet.
Charlie thought Michelle Qwan was a most beautiful woman, especially with her face darkened by strangulation and her big, blue eyes staring vacantly ahead.
Charlie held the stocking tight for several minutes. For some reason he did not want to let go. There had been something special about the doctor.
Finally Charlie had guided the stocking around the doctor’s throat one more time. He sighed as he reluctantly knotted the stocking off at the side of Michelle Qwan’s neck. He closed the door behind him as he left the doctor’s office leaving behind a most lovely corpse.