Posted by tina on February 05, 2007 at 20:58:54:
"Barbi and the South Side Strangler"
By tina
Barbi is lounging on the futon after a hard day’s work. She is relaxing in a new outfit as she reads the daily news. He gazes at her body, supine on the couch. Barbi’s legs are covered with shear, black nylons. Her pumps have four-inch stiletto heels. A black bustier wraps her elegant body. A black velvet choker accentuates her slender neck. She is wearing black kid gloves on her delicate hands.
Suddenly a headline jumps out at her and she begins to skim the article....fifth victim found strangled..all strangled with a stocking...nylon stocking knotted around neck...Barbi’s heart races as she begins to wonder what it would be like to be one of the strangler’s victims. As Barbi tries to imagine the stocking being pulled tight around her neck she slides a hand inside her panties. Gloved fingers touch her clit and she begins to respond to her thoughts of erotic strangulation.
He watches as the paper slips from her other hand. The gloved hand slides over her stockings to the upper thigh.
Barbi is so engrossed she does not hear the intruder walk up behind her. He watches a second as she strokes her sex, her free hand continues up over the bustier. The lovely blonde’s eyes are closed tight and he can hear soft moans escape from her lips. As the hand slides back down her body he bends and with an experienced move loops the stocking around Barbi’s neck. At first she seems unaware of the tightening nylon at her throat. She is so focused on the fantasy of being a helpless victim of the strangler she does not immediately realize that her fantasy is coming true.
He pulls the ends of the stocking away and watches the nylon begin to compress the velvet choker. Barbi’s eyes suddenly fly open and she opens her mouth to scream. But she is too late. Only a silent gasp escapes the beautiful red lips as the strangler tightens the nylon stocking.
To his amazement she continues to finger her hot pussy even as her free hand comes up to tug at the nylon. Barbi’s gloved fingers try to dig under the stocking to relieve the pressure. She begins to kick her feet making a rhythmic drumming sound on the futon.
Finally, her hand leaves her wet pussy, comes out of the black satin panties and joins the struggle to free her neck from the stocking. Occasionally she reaches a hand back, her gloved hands hitting at the killer’s arms and chest. But there is no power in the blows as the man continues to gradually pull the stocking tighter.
Barbi is making exquisite gurgling noises mixed in with soft gasps.
As her movements begin to slow, he loosens the stocking ever so slightly. He moves around and sits next to Barbi on the futon. The strangler grasps both ends of the nylon with his right hand. Her fingers wrap around his wrist but she has no strength to break the terrible hold. She looks at him and then looks down as his other hand slides into her panties. Barbi is still very wet from her earlier stimulation. His fingers caress Barbie’s pussy as he continues to hold the nylon tight around her lovely throat. He pulls her up using the stocking. He kisses her lips and sees they are beginning to turn cyanotic. The strangler sucks Barbi’s soft tongue into his mouth. She tries to say something but the stocking is too tight to allow intelligible speech.
The attacker knows her lungs are beginning to burn. Her face is turning a lovely shade of purple and her eyes bulge slightly. He can feel her orgasm building. His fingers move inside of her more vigorously as he lets Barbi French kiss him with her swollen tongue. He looks into her eyes and he sees that she knows the end is near. Barbi’s last conscious thought is the feeling of her orgasm as his fingers stimulate her to the end. He continues to finger her dying cunt as her muscles clinch and relax with each orgasmic ripple.
Finally he takes hold of the stocking with both hands. He crosses it under Barbi’s chin. He can see her juices glistening on his fingers as he begins to pull the stocking tighter. The killer looks into Barbi’s eyes but he does not know if she is still conscious. The stocking is now biting deep into her throat. The gasps and gurgles are subsiding as the stocking is tightened.
The dying blonde’s fingers twitch at her neck. The eyes begin to roll back in her head as her hands fall away. The eyes are wide and staring now with the mouth agape. Barbi’s tongue protrudes from blue lips. Her face is very dark now. The arms dangle limply from either side of the futon.
He holds the stocking a while longer before knotting it tightly. The black stocking has almost disappeared into the folds of Barbi’s skin. He picks up the paper and places it on her chest. He glances at the headline, "South Side Strangler Strikes Again", and smiles.