Posted by tina on October 23, 2006 at 11:11:08:
Hi, everyone! As promised here is a story where the heroine dies with her pantyhose on...just for Vanessa. Enjoy!
"Vanessa Swings...for the Last Time"
By tina
He hears the click-clack of her high heels on the stair and then moving down the hall toward the door of her apartment. He tenses as she unlocks the door to let herself into the apartment where he is hiding. She turns away from where he stands behind the door, walking toward the living room lamp. The door clicks shut behind her as he moves up silently behind her. She is just bending to switch on the lamp when he grabs her.
She gives the startled gasp he expects. Deftly he shoves the balled up pantyhose into her mouth stifling any further noise. He pulls her hands behind her back and begins to loop another pair of hose tightly around her wrists then up around the her elbows which he draws painfully together before knotting the stockings. He removes the floral patterned scarf at her throat and uses it to keep the pantyhose gag in place. She makes only muffled protests as he finishes tying the silk scarf behind her head.
At this point, satisfied she is helpless, he turns on the light. He pushes her roughly down on the couch then sits on the coffee table in front of her. She looks at him quizzically, oblivious to her short skirt riding high up her thighs.
"Vanessa, let me introduce myself. I’m Charlie Provolone, but my friends call me "Chuckie Cheese"...have you heard of me?"
The brunette shakes her head still looking puzzled. Occasionally she squirms against the stockings binding her hands behind her back but this only seems to further tighten the pantyhose. Charlie looks at Vanessa’s legs as she shifts from side to side. Her legs are gorgeous and the light dances on her silky thighs, shimmering on her espresso colored pantyhose as she tries to wiggle free. The hem of her dress slides higher as she twists and turns.
"I know you are wondering why I’m here so let me explain. I work for a man who likes to do favors for people. Well, his wife comes home the other day all upset. Seems her hairdresser is all pissed off and was barely able to do her hair just like she likes it. And why you ask would her hair dresser be upset?" Charlie looks at Vanessa a second. All she can do is make unintelligible noises through her nose. "Sorry, I know you can’t answer with pantyhose stuffed in your mouth...anyway, the hairdresser is ticked off because her husband is fooling around on her. And who do you think he’s humping while his wife is working?" Again Charlie pauses briefly before saying, "You, Vanessa" and he points his finger at her and laughs like he just made the funniest joke in the world.
Vanessa knows immediately whom Charlie is talking about. For the last eight months she has been seeing a man named Tony Risso. Several times she had boldly gone to his home and they had done it in his own bed. No wonder the wife was mad.
Suddenly Charlie grabs her elbow. She is surprised because she hasn’t noticed him get up and cross to the couch. "Vanessa, its time...my boss asked me to take care of the problem...so here I am."
Vanessa begins to whimper, trying to plead as Charlie leads her toward the bed room loft. She tries to pull away from him but he is much too strong for her. He flicks on the light as they enter the loft area. Vanessa doesn’t immediately notice anything unusual. But when Charlie pulls her forward to the alcove under the loft, she sees her favorite ottoman sitting on the floor. Several pairs of pantyhose are hanging down from the loft railing above the ottoman. The top two thirds of the pantyhose are braided into a single cord that has been tied to a rung of the loft railing. The toes of the hose are tied in loops.
Charlie leads her to the stool and forces her to step up. She still doesn’t understand until he quickly pulls the looped nylons over her head, under her chin and slides the slipknots down behind her neck. He pulls Vanessa’s shoulder length hair out of the nylon noose. The loops of nylon are now snug around Vanessa’s throat.
"Just have to make a final adjustment here..." She watches in growing horror as he walks up to the loft. She looks up over her shoulder as he unties the pantyhose. He pulls up on the stockings, which in turn tightens the nylon noose around Vanessa’s neck. Charlie watches as she comes up on tiptoe to avoid being strangled by the hosiery. The spiked heels of her pumps no longer rest on the footstool. Satisfied, he reties the pantyhose. Charlie comes back down the stairs and stands in front of the now terrified woman.
"I’m glad you like nylons so much. It makes it so much nicer. By the way, I used three pairs, which will easily hold your weight. So, Vanessa, with you out of the way the hairdresser gets her hubby back, the bosses wife gets a nice hair do, and my boss is happy...everyone is happy..."
Vanessa’s eyes grow wide as Charlie moves forward. She shakes her head as best she can; snorting noises come out of her nostrils. He begins unbuttoning her blouse. Vanessa is helpless to resist as he pulls the blouse down as far as her bound arms will allow. He unfastens her bra exposing her firm breasts. Vanessa is surprised that her nipples are erect and hard. Charlie begins to suck on her breasts, nibbling occasionally on her nipples that bring a low moan from behind the gag. Vanessa feels her pussy warming as her breasts are being fondled. She wishes her hands were free so she could finger herself.
Almost as if he is reading her mind, Charlie reaches down and pulls her skirt up, bunching it around her waist. Her breathing becomes more relaxed as she feels her panties and sheer pantyhose being lowered to her knees. Her orgasm hits just as Charlie’s fingers slide into her.
Again Vanessa moans loudly behind her gag. She suddenly realizes how turned on she is at being bound, helpless, with a nylon noose snug around her slender neck. She spreads her legs, sagging slightly, oblivious to the tightening stockings.
Charlie kneels. He kisses the insides of her silky thighs as his mouth works it way up to her light, brunette pussy. His tongue begins to explore her. She feels his hands on her thighs to coax them apart. Another orgasm rises as Vanessa spreads her legs and pushes hard against his tongue.
She hardly notices her right foot slip from the ottoman. Charlie takes advantage of her awkward position to begin to tip the stool to her left. Just as the second orgasm racks her body, he tips the ottoman over and pulls it away.
"Unnack..." is all that comes out as the braided length of hose takes her weight. Charlie looks up as he continues to lick Vanessa’s wet pussy. Her head is cocked to the right. Her eyes, beginning to bulge slightly, look down at him. Vanessa is lost in another orgasm washing over her and does not immediately realize she is hanging. It is when Charlie sits back on the ottoman to watch that Vanessa suddenly feels the terrible pressure at her throat. She has a startled look on her face as she begins to struggle to free herself. As he gazes up at the strangling women, her face begins to turn bright red and her body wriggles like a hooked fish. Her toes point downward, then came up, then back down in a vain attempt to lift her dangling body. She is making faint gurgling and rasping noises that are in her mind a plea. Not a plea for mercy, but a plea for Charlie to continue to diddle her hot pussy.
As the pantyhose noose gradually tightens her legs pump more furiously. Occasionally she does a flutter kick as if she were swimming. Her arms swing up on one side then the other as she vainly tries to grasp the noose...grasp it and loosen it so she can breath. Or perhaps reach her tingling pussy one last time. These movements only serve to tighten the hosiery and totally cut off her air.
She wonders if Charlie knows she is having the most delicious orgasm as she hangs. Through ever more blurred vision she sees him below her stroking himself as he watches her struggle. Her hands, still tightly bound at wrists and elbows still come up occasionally and her legs continue to kick frantically as her face darkens. She is unaware the movements are loosing their intensity from lack of oxygen.
At one point Charlie gets up. Vanessa’s mind screams, "Please, Please stick your dick in me before I die!" But he only removes the gag from her mouth to allow her bloated tongue to emerge from cyanotic lips.
"No need for this any more. You’ll not make anymore noise." His fingers reach up to caress the loops of nylon biting cruelly into her soft flesh. Then his hands move down her body to her knees. He gently works her panties and pantyhose back into place as her body swings back and forth. His hands caress the espresso nylon covered legs as Vanessa stares vacantly down at her last lover.
He looks at her and sees her eyes begin to roll up in her head. She gives a last small kick, then swings gently as her body begins to relax. Flash bulbs go off in her head as the room swirls into darkness. Vanessa is only vaguely aware of Charlie’s hot cum spraying her nylon covered thighs as he comes and she goes.