“Snuff Star Strangulation”

Posted by tina on December 02, 2009 at 08:55:38:

Hi, everyone! Here is lastest story about my favorite strangler...The South Side Strangler!
Enjoy!

“Snuff Star Strangulation”
By Tina

Melissa Jones whistled softly as she looked at the cashier’s check.

“Bev, is Lynn McDaniels in the office this morning?” Melissa inquired in the intercom.

“Yes, Ms Jones, shall I bring her to your office?”

“Please and thank you,” the curly haired executive responded.

Melissa shook her black main into place and laughed. She lightly kissed the check with her full red lips and then slid it safely into the desk drawer. She took out the corporate checkbook and made out a check to Lynn McDaniels for ten thousand dollars.

“That’s one for you and four for me, Lynn baby,” the nefarious woman thought to herself.

The gentleman in Orlando had been more than willing to let Melissa work out the details of the deal. As long as he got Lynn to himself for a couple of days he had no problem with the division of his money. There was a light tap on her office door.

“Come in,” Melissa called out brightly.

She had to admit that Lynn was a stunning specimen. The red head sat in one of the posh leather chairs near Melissa’s desk, tugged unsuccessfully at her leather mini and then crossed her long legs. Melissa could see a hint of lace stocking top under the hem of the skirt. The leather of the skirt was colored to match the model’s own hair color. She wore four-inch patent pumps on her dainty feet.

“Wonder if I can see her panties in the toes of those shoes,” Melissa wondered as she eyed the gorgeous woman sitting across from her.

“Lynn here is a check for you and a round trip ticket to Orlando,” Melissa stated in a business like manner as she hid the lust she was feeling, “You leave tonight.”

The drop-dead gorgeous model looked at the $10,000.00 figure written on the check and smiled. Her dark blue eyes lit up behind her glasses. The eyewear had heavy frames because she said it made her look studious. Of course when her blouse came off or her skirt rode up those long legs no one really noticed her glasses.

“The note says the producer will pick you up at the airport,” Melissa said as she scanned the letter that had accompanied the fat check.

“How will I now him?” Lynn inquired as she slipped the check and tickets into her handbag.

“His name is Wilson but he’ll have a sign with your name on it,” Melissa replied as she got up and came around the desk.

Even in her six-inch custom heels, Melissa was a couple inches shorter than Lynn was in height. The executive leaned up and gave her charge a peck on the cheek as she casually let her hand slide over the leather-covered fanny.

“One of these days I am going to get you in the sack,” she thought but said out loud, “Have a safe trip sweetie.”

The two gorgeous babes hugged briefly. Melissa would feel her satin panties moisten as she held Lynn close. With a sigh she released the red haired woman and sent her on her way.

* * * *

The trip was indeed uneventful. Lynn stepped through the door of gate 82. Off to her left she saw a tall man with a sign that read “Lynn McDaniels” in neat lettering. She strode over to the producer and offered him her hand.

“Hi, I’m Lynn McDaniels,” she said cheerfully.

The gentleman was tall with sandy close-cropped hair. He was a big man who easily dwarfed the snuff model. He took the hand and shook it firmly.

“Pleasure to meet you ma’am,” he replied, “I’m Charlie Smith.”

He offered her his arm and she hooked it as she examined the pleasant face. His eyes seemed to be hazel but they had a way of changing color in the light that was fascinating to her. She took his hand but was obviously puzzled.

“I thought the producer, Mr. Wilson was to meet me,” Lynn voiced her confusion.

Charlie smiled and was even cuter as he displayed his straight white teeth.

“He was detained on other business so he sent me to meet and greet you,” Charlie said with a half bow. Only Charlie knew that there really was no Mr. Wilson and that the police would have another dead end to follow.

“Do you have nay luggage to retrieve,” he inquired and she indicated everything was in her large carry on bag.

He ushered her to short term parking. His car was conservative, a Dodge Neon in fact. That surprised her because she had expected him to be driving a big car like a Lincoln. The people who produced and directed her snuff videos in Vegas always drove big expensive automobiles. The man was much different than Lynn had expected but he was extremely nice and she did have ten thousand reasons to enjoy this.

“I know you have had a long flight but Mr. Wilson wanted me to show you the set tonight,” Charlie said as they exited the terminal parking area, “is that okay with you?”

“That is quite alright with me,” Lynn responded, “I am actually quite exhilarated. I mean I have done tons of custom shoots but never outside of Las Vegas.”

“It was very kind of Ms Jones to lend you to us,” Charlie stated, “I am most appreciative.”

“And most generous,” Lynn responded cheerfully.

* * * *

The studio was non-descript and bare except for a video camera, a set made to look like a prison cell and a large green backdrop. There were realistic looking shackles hanging on the wall of the cell. Lynn actually locked her ankles and left wrist into the restraints. Charlie finished the job as Lynn held her right arm out. The video was based on the snuff murder of a woman captured by white slavers. Charlie had filled Lynn in on the plot line as he had driven her to the location.

“Not too tight are they?” Charlie inquired solicitously.

“No, but they are quite realistic,” Lynn said.

“Oh, they are,” Charlie said with a smile as his hand went down to the hem of Lynn’s mini-skirt, “You are my prisoner.”

At first Lynn laughed at the joke but then she felt Charlie’s hands on her legs as he pushed her skirt up. She wriggled vainly and squealed as the red leather skirt was pushed up around her hips.

“Hey, what are you doing,” Lynn exclaimed, “Stop it, this isn’t part of the deal!”

Charlie tugged the lace top stocking down Lynn’s left leg. He unhooked her ankle cuff just long enough to remove the sheer nylon. Then he refastened the restraint. Lynn watched as Charlie stretched the stocking out between his palms. He carefully twisted the top and toe around his hands as he stepped up close to the helpless actress.

“What are you doing?” the panicky actress asked, “Please, unfasten the cuffs and let me go.”

Lynn glanced from side to side as she tugged at the wrist restraints. The chain links made soft rattling noises as Charlie stepped up to her. She looked up into his hazel eyes. The poor woman was from Las Vegas and completely unaware of the serious of strangulation murders in Orlando. But she saw what was in Charlie’s gaze. The luscious red lips parted wide.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH,” Lynn’s scream echoed inside the building.

With a deft hand Charlie Smith, the South Side Strangler, wound the black stocking around his captive’s neck. She was drawing in air to scream again when he snatched the ends of the sheer stocking tight. The South Side Strangler looked at the surprise on the pretty woman’s face as he drew the ligature closed. Her jaw worked up and down as she tried to inhale. The tinkling of the chains at wrist and ankle increased as she fought to break free from the trap. The band of black nylon slowly constricted to a thin line around the slender throat.

The terrified woman again looked from side to side as she was slowly strangled. Her blue eyes bulged wide as the strangler tugged hard on the silky stocking.

“This can’t be happening,” Lynn thought through a haze of fear.

The South Side Strangler looped the ends of the stocking back around the curly red head. He quickly pulled the other loop tight and listened to the quiet gasps. His lady’s face was quite red as he pulled the ligature tighter and tighter. His hands were trembling a little from the exertion of strangling his pretty victim.

When Lynn’s legs had buckled slightly he knew it was time. The South Side Strangler took hold of the ends of the thigh high with his left hand. His right hand moved down to Lynn’s heaving breasts. His fingers gradually tugged her knit top up over her firm tits. As he kept hold of the stocking he bent and kissed her right nipple.

“What the fuck?” Lynn wondered as she looked down through the stupor of asphyxiation.

She could feel his lips on her breast but she also could feel the stocking wound tightly around her neck. The two stimuli suddenly seemed to blend into a pleasant mix of pain and pleasure. Lynn then felt the strangler’s hand as it moved further down.

“His hands are so soft,” she thought dreamily as the serial strangler gently pushed her panties down.

Lynn gave out a low strangled moan as the South Side Strangler inserted a finger in her pussy. She sagged again but this time to open her thighs to his penetration. There seemed to be something warm and tingly that grew inside her as he fingered her cunt. Again the movement was gentle and loving but quickly brought an orgasmic wave to the chained captive.

“OHHHHHHH,” Lynn called out in her head. The stocking prevented any real sound from escaping her lips as the orgasm rolled up her lovely body that now was responding to the prodding by hunching the hand that was firmly planted between her legs. Despite the awkward position Lynn managed to push her pelvis down onto the finger that was inside her pussy. She leaned her head back as the pool of orgasms bubbled up inside her. The black lines of her nylon stocking could clearly be seen constricting her throat. Her eyes closed as she felt the electricity of her body’s response to the extraordinary touch of the strangler.

Again he saw that it was time. The hand withdrew from Lynn’s dripping slit and moved back to her throat. He grasped the toe of the nylon, reestablished his grip and gently drew the ends away. The girl was at first unaware of the tightening of the ligature. She was adrift in an orgasmic swirl as the South Side Strangler went about his grisly business.

Her eyes had finally opened and she had looked at the strangler.

“No, wait, I need more,” Lynn tried to tell him as she shook her head from side to side, “No please.”

The curly red hair flew about as Lynn tried to tell him of her need for his hand to go back between her legs. Charlie of course thought she was trying to dissuade him from completing the erotic strangulation. He could see her lips saying “NO” but he of course had no way to know that it was the lovely orgasm that the dying woman wanted so desperately. The red lips moved further and further apart as the prisoner tried to breathe. The blue eyes again bulged hideously from the darkening face. The black stocking was now buried deep in Lynn’s strangled throat and her final screams were locked inside her head.

Charlie had lost track of time when the once pretty face fell forward to be covered by the mass of red curls. Lynn’s body hung unmoving from the chains. He held the stocking tight for a couple of minutes more. As usual Charlie didn’t want the time with one of his ladies to be at an end.

With a sigh he finally looped the ends of the stocking behind the dead woman’s neck. He tied a hard knot in the ends of the thigh high hose that had still tightly circled the girl’s compressed throat. The South Side Strangler had claimed another gorgeous victim.