Posted by tina on December 01, 2008 at 09:12:43:
"Hi, everyone! This is one of my favorite stories partially because it includes my second favorite stranglers, Uncle Vito. Enjoy!
“The Unexpected Strangulation”
By Tina
“Hello, Tiffany.”
The young woman was so startled she almost fell over one of her living room chairs. Her hand went onto the arm of the chair as she steadied herself. She had been sifting through the day’s mail and had failed to notice the woman sitting in her living room. Now she looked up into a dazzling afternoon sun. Although the penthouse windows had a deep tint, Tiffany could not make out the woman’s features against the late afternoon sunlight.
“Who are you?” Tiffany asked haltingly, “And what are you doing in my apartment?”
“You’re apartment, HA,” the woman laughed as she stood up and moved away from the glare, “This is more my apartment than yours you little tramp.”
Tiffany looked at the woman and recognized her immediately. She also saw, for the first time that her visitor was holding a gun. Tiffany gasped.
“Please don’t shoot me,” she pleaded as she took a step back.
“Oh, I won’t,” the woman responded with a menacing tone, “as long as you cooperate.”
The woman with the gun looked Tiffany up and down. She could understand why Ralph would be attracted to this girl. She was tall and lithe. Ralph had confessed to Loretta that he was involved with a dancer. Loretta already had found out about Ralph’s affair and just wanted him to fill in the blanks.
Ralph had spilled his guts including the revelation that his mistress was cozy and comfy in the penthouse apartment in a building that Ralph was renovating with exclusive condos.
“Take off your skirt,” the woman commanded.
Tiffany fumbled with the zipper with trembling fingers. She finally got the skirt undone.
“Just drop it there and take me to your bedroom.”
“What are you going to do to me?” Tiffany asked with growing concern.
“Stop asking so many questions and take me to the bedroom,” the woman said as she waved the gun, “and don’t do anything stupid. I’m a crack shot, as you no doubt know. The first shot will be in your right knee.”
Tiffany did in fact know that Loretta Wilson was an expert marksman. Ralph had shown Tiffany his wife’s trophy case on the one occasion that they had made love at the mansion.
“Pray she never finds out about us,” Ralph had laughed, “or...” He had held up his hand in gun shape and made a powing sound.
Loretta knew that the threat of a crippled leg would keep the young woman in line. She was truly a lovely creature. Loretta watched the hips sway as they walked down the hall toward the master bedroom.
“Wait, drop your blouse here,” Loretta said about halfway down the hall.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” Tiffany begged as she removed her sheer white blouse and dropped it to the floor.
“I promise, I won’t hurt you as long as you do exactly as I say,” Loretta lied convincingly.
Tiffany walked slowly to her bedroom. Once inside she went to the bed, turned and waited.
“Drop your panties there, but keep on the rest,” the woman said as she looked over the scantily clad beauty.
Tiffany soon stood wearing only her bra, a lacy garter belt and nude stockings. To Loretta’s surprise she saw that Tiffany was a real blond. Her pubic hair was wispy but obviously as blond as the hair on the young woman’s head. Loretta wondered briefly how many times Ralph had enjoyed that lovely pussy.
Holding the gun steady on her captive Loretta reached into her jacket pocket. She removed a set of real looking handcuffs and dangled them from a finger before tossing them to Tiffany.
“Lock those on your right wrist and then lie down on the bed and grasp the brass rail of the head board with both hands.”
“What are you going to do with me?” Tiffany asked even as she ratcheted the cuff around her wrist.
“Don’t ask so damn many questions,” Loretta Wilson said irritably, “lie down on the bed and grab hold of the headboard.”
Tiffany had a brass headboard with a sturdy curved pipe that was securely fastened to both sides of the queen size bed frame. Loretta watched the young blond scoot onto the bed. She took hold of the right side of the brass pole with both hands. The handcuffs dangled down from her right wrist. Loretta quietly slid the gun into her pocket. She stepped up, grasped Tiffany’s left wrist as she passed the free cuff behind the brass rail and snapped it in place. Tiffany was securely shackled to her bed.
She buried her face in the comforter as Loretta sat down on the bed. Tiffany looked up at her captor and rival.
“You’re going to shoot me...kill me...aren’t you?”
Loretta lifted Tiffany’s chin with her hand. She took great satisfaction in the fear she saw in the dark blue eyes. Loretta smiled.
“Oh, no, I’m not going to shoot you,” Loretta said soothingly.
She reached into her pocket again and pulled out a large syringe.
“Do you know what this is?” Loretta asked as Tiffany’s eyes went wide.
“Poison?” Tiffany finally asked more than stated.
Again Loretta laughed. Loretta’s finger tips had touched the girl’s cheek lightly.
“My poor dear, that would be too quick. No this is Ralph’s semen. I’m going to inject your whore twat with it.”
With that Loretta scooted down the bed, her hand moving along the curve of Tiffany’s back. Tiffany tried to pull away but the locked cuffs prevented any real escape.
“Now you need to be still for a second. I don’t want to nick you.”
“Please, why are you doing this?” Tiffany blubbered as Loretta slid the needle into her blond snatch.
“There, all done,” Loretta said with satisfaction as she capped the needle and replaced the spent syringe in her pocket.
Loretta moved back to where Tiffany could see her.
“Do you see this tie I’m wearing? This is Ralph’s tie.”
Loretta was again pleased as she saw the look of puzzlement on Tiffany’s face. The older woman was sporting a Diane Keaton look with dark slacks, white shirt and the floral silk tie she had borrowed from her husband’s tie rack. Loretta slowly pulled the small end of the tie free from the standard knot.
“When they find you strangled with Ralph’s tie around your neck and his sperm in your cunt....”
Loretta did not bother to finish the sentence as she climbed onto Tiffany’s back. Tiffany was still trying to figure it all out when Loretta looped the silky tie around her throat.
“NO...STOP...WA...aaahhhh....aaacckkkk”
Tiffany tried to jerk her hands free but the steel cuffs bit into her tender flesh. At the same time the tie began to bite into the flesh of her neck.
“Yes, dear Tiffany, you will be found strangled with Ralph’s favorite tie, his seed inside you and I will be free of the louse forever.”
Tiffany’s legs bounced around as she tried to buck Loretta off the small of her back. The woman had a tight hold of the necktie as she pulled back hard. The loop was gradually tightening as poor Tiffany yanked furiously at her cuffed wrists. The bed was beginning to creak from the wild melee.
“I really have nothing against you, darling,” Loretta said as she continued to strangle the helpless tart.
“NO STOP PLEASE,” Tiffany screamed but the loop of tie cut off clear speech. Only garbled gibberish escaped her gaping lips.
Loretta had the ends of the tie wrapped securely around her hands as she continued to pull up on the necktie. Tiffany’s upper body was gradually lifted off the top of the bed as Loretta put all her strength into strangling her husband’s mistress.
“Perhaps he’ll get the chair and I’ll have all the loot to myself,” Loretta mused as she held the tie tight around Tiffany’s strangled throat.
Tiffany’s head was shaking from side to side. Loretta could see the young woman’s face getting puffy as it turned from a bright red to a dull purple color. Tiffany’s body was glistening with sweat as she struggled hard to break free of her killer. The chain of the cufflinks made a loud ringing noise on the brass railing as Tiffany continued to pull hard against the restraints. Loretta was still a strong woman despite being ten or fifteen years older than Tiffany. She was able to keep the tie cinched tight despite the desperate struggles of her young rival.
“Got to have air,” Tiffany thought in her tortured brain, “Can’t last much longer.”
The room was becoming a blur as tears welled up in her bulging eyes. The pressure in her face was growing and there was an odd buzzing in her ears. Loretta Wilson was saying something but Tiffany felt as though she were listening from under the water. Then there was a flash of light and her vision began to fade.
Loretta failed to notice when Tiffany’s legs stopped kicking. She was focused on Ralph’s tie as she continued to strangle the young blond. Tiffany’s arms had relaxed in death. The killer lost all track of time before she finally let go of the silky ligature. Loretta had put so much force into the strangulation that the tie remained buried in the dead woman’s throat. Loretta did not bother to brush the blond hair away from the strangled face. She did sit on the edge of the bed a moment catching her own breath.
Then she collected her thoughts. Tiffany was dead, well and truly strangled with Ralph’s necktie. Ralph’s sperm would be found in Tiffany’s pussy. Loretta had never been to the penthouse so she had taken the precaution of wearing rubber gloves. So everything would link Ralph to Tiffany’s murder. Even if he pleaded to manslaughter Loretta would be in control of his assets while he languished in jail. With a little help from her about Ralph’s taste for rough sex he might get life.
The private elevator was still waiting. She got on and used the key she had found to activate the car. There were two buttons on the control panel. She punched the bottom button with the block “G” for garage.
“Ralph, old boy, once I put this key back in your pocket you are screwed,” Loretta mused as the car began its descent.
Uncle Vito heard the elevator come to a stop. He was standing in the shadows near the red Jeep Grand Cherokee. He had the wire ready. The handles were crossed over each other and that created a large loop in the thin wire. Uncle Vito tensed a little as he heard her footsteps. He smelled her scent as she passed a few feet away. The perfume was familiar to him but he failed to recall the name. That of course was of no importance as he moved silently up behind her, dropped the wire over her head, snapped it closed and pulled her back into the shadows.
“aaaaccckkk....ggggguuuuhhhhhhh......hmmmmm”
The woman made strangled coughing noises as Uncle Vito pulled her back into the darkness of the parking garage. Uncle Vito knew that Ralph Wilson’s mistress was currently the only tenant of the remodeled building but he still wanted to do his work in the comforting cover of the shadows.
The woman was struggling wildly as Uncle Vito pulled hard on the wooden handles of the garrote. He knew the wire would be cutting into her neck. He could see her hands up under her chin as she tried unsuccessfully to loosen the thin ligature. Her high heels were making ticking noises on the concrete like some old time telegraph key. Her hips would occasionally move out away from Uncle Vito’s body as the woman tried to pull free of the methodical strangler. Then she would fall back against the hit man as he continued to keep the wire tight around her throat.
“Ralph sends his regards, Tiffany,” Uncle Vito whispered in his target’s ear.
“I’M NOT TIFFANY,” Loretta Wilson screamed.
Unfortunately for her the wire held her confession inside.
Uncle Vito heard only strangled squawks of protest and assumed Tiffany was trying to beg for her life. Poor Loretta Wilson quickly found out what Tiffany had experienced earlier. The pressure built up dramatically in her head and her lungs began to burn as her exertions exhausted her air. Her hands began to wave around wildly, slapping the concrete wall of the parking garage or hitting back against the sturdy body of the rumpled hit man.
“Tiffany, you should have taken Ralph’s offer for a clean break,” Uncle Vito stated as he continued to strangle the helpless woman.
Through the fog of asphyxiation Loretta Wilson suddenly realized Ralph was paying someone to execute his mistress. Of course she realized there was no way to tell her strangler that he had the wrong woman. Had she been able to Loretta Wilson would have laughed out loud at the joke. Instead she slipped into the waiting dark arms that suddenly reached out for her.
Uncle Vito was a pro and it did not take long for his victim to succumb. He gently lowered the woman onto her stomach as he felt her legs buckle. For a moment her body was suspended from the neck by the thin piece of wire. Her body was convulsing as death took her. Uncle Vito patiently held the loop of wire tight as he waited for the final of death throws to fade.
When he was satisfied that Tiffany was dead he slid the wire garrote from around her throat. The body was in shadow as he bent and put two fingers to her throat. He could feel a sticky wetness on the side of the dead woman’s throat where the wire had cut into her skin. There was no pulse.
Uncle Vito whistled a happy tune as he left the parking garage. The notes echoed eerily in the deserted structure. He would whistle an even happier tune when his boss gave him a bonus from an overjoyed Ralph Wilson.
The police have yet to solve his wife’s murder but they theorized that she had been killed by an accomplice in the murder of the woman who was the only occupant of the building. Ralph told the police he thought his wife might be mixed up in drugs and he was planning to divorce her. He had an airtight alibi himself and a pre-nuptial agreement that limited his pay out if he did divorce his wife. The police had two strangled women, a lot of theories but no suspects.