Monday, 30 April 2012
Sunday, 29 April 2012
Saturday, 28 April 2012
Jessica Part 02
Jessica sat on the park
bench after her hour long jog for a rest, her white sports bra and blue shorts
drenched with sweat. It was 6 o’clock in the morning and there was no one in
sight at this early hour except for a few morning joggers like herself. She had
to reach home soon and wake her son up and get him ready for school.
She was about to stand
up and start for home when 2 thugs came out of nowhere and stood before her.
“You guys mind standing
over to the side, I need to go home,” she said standing up.
“We’ll let you go
alright, but first hand over everything you have got on you?” said the man with
the craggy beard a knife in his right hand.
“I have nothing with me
right now, you punks, now step aside or you’ll both be sorry.”
The other man, clean shaven
looked at her and turned to his partner and whispered, “Mike, I think we should
let her go. Have you seen her arms? They are bigger than mine.”
“Shut up, will you, Jason.
She’s only a woman and we are two. We will rob her and then let her go. What is
she going to do?”
“Are you guys moving?”
Jessica had her hands on her hips, a frown on her face.
“First give us whatever
money you have on you and step on it sis. We ain’t got all day.”
“Are you guys thick
between the ears? I told you I have nothing on me right now.”
Mike stepped forward and
grabbed her by the arm with his left hand, bringing his right hand, still
clutching the knife close to her neck.
“Give us what we want or
you’ll be sorry,” snarled Mike.
Before Mike could fathom
what happened, Jessica punched him hard in the stomach with all her strength,
driving out all the air in his body. Mike doubled over with pain and collapsed
on the ground, the knife not in his clutches anymore.
“Get her Jason,” he
screamed but it was only a whisper.
Jessica kicked Mike in
the face and he screamed out in pain before losing consciousness.
She turned towards the
now shaking Jason and smiled.
“Looks like your buddy
fainted over there,” she took a step towards Jason, who seemed transfixed on
the spot where he stood, overcome with fright.
“Look what I can do,”
said Jessica in a soft voice as she stood in front of Jason, her right hand
flashing forward, grabbing the terrified man by the throat. She hauled Jason’s
frame off the ground without much effort, still smiling up at him.
“You see, I can break
your neck in an instant with just a twist of my wrist but that would be too
easy on you, don’t you think?”
She began to tighten her
one handed grip on his neck, his feet dangling a foot off the ground.
By now, Jason was
frantic, the pressure on his neck immense. He could not understand how this
woman could lift him so easily off the ground, that too by his neck. Yes, she
looked strong but still this was ridiculous, he thought.
He grabbed Jessica’s
wrist with both his hands and tried to frantically pry it away from his neck,
but try as he might, couldn’t budge them.
“I am strong, aren’t I,”
Jessica smiled up at him and tightened her grip even more.
“Leave me, I can’t
breathe,” croaked Jason, his face starting to turn red.
“Of course you can’t and
in a few seconds you will stop breathing altogether.”
He summoned all the
strength he had in his body and kicked her in the abs but the attempt was
futile. She kept smiling.
“You fool, you can’t
hurt me. These are rock hard abs here, she punched her abs a few times with her
left hand to demonstrate to Jason just how rock hard they really were.
By now Mike had regained
consciousness but was still groggy from the hard kick to his face. He cried out
in pain.
“Look your buddy is
awake. Now I will kill you and then I will kill him.”
“Please ma’am, don’t
kill me. I didn’t want to rob you in the first place, it was all his idea,”
croaked Jason.
“Sorry honey, I can’t
help you here. You messed with the wrong girl and now you pay for it.”
“Hey what are you doing?”
Mike was sitting now, a flabbergasted look on his face.
“Can’t you see I am in
the process of killing your friend here? Don’t worry, you are up next.”
Jessica turned around
towards Mike, still clutching Jason’s throat, his body still in the air and walked
up to him.
“Put him down, you
freak. What are you anyway?” screamed Mike.
“Oh I am nothing. Just
the most powerful woman you will ever meet.”
She extended her left
hand and this time caught Mike by the throat and started strangling him.
By now, Jason was
already dead. Jessica dropped the body on the ground and looked at Mike.
“There, your buddy is
dead. Now I can concentrate fully on you.”
She adjusted her grip on
Mike’s throat and now used both her hands to grab his neck in a death grip. With
as much force and strength she could muster, Jessica forced mike on his knees
and then pushed him to the ground and sat heavily on his chest.
“Now hon, it’s time to
meet your maker.”
She wrapped her fingers
around Mike’s neck, placing her thumbs on his apple and began to squeeze.
“See this is a strangle
hold I am using on you. This is the weapon of choice for me when I want to kill
punks like you,” she smiled down at him. “How many people have I killed so far?
Well too many to count really.”
Jessica could feel that
she was about to have an orgasm. Strangling people always made her horny.
By now, Mike realized
that there was no hope of escape for him, so he did the next best thing that he
could think of.
He grabbed Jessica’s bra
and tore it off and grabbed her breasts and started to squeeze.
“Now why did you do that
for? Now how will I go home?” Jessica smiled evident that she enjoyed Mike’s
performance.
“Yes baby, squeeze my
breasts as I squeeze your neck.”
She orgasmed and she
could feel her grip on Mike’s throat tighten. His eyes flew open, his hands
dropped by his side and strangled noises started emanating from his throat.
“Yes, die for me.”
Jessica’s eyes were closed.
She opened her eyes
after a minute and looked down upon the dead face of Mike, his eyes open, but
he was definitely dead.
Jessica removed her
deadly hands from Mike’s throat and stood up picking her bra which was torn and
was unusable. She looked around and saw no one.
Good, no witnesses. She
looked down at the dead men and smiled again.
Turning around, the
topless killer started for home.
Friday, 27 April 2012
Jessica Part 01
Jessica
really enjoyed her double life. One, which the whole world knew about. A highly
successful supermodel with her muscular, taut body and gorgeous looks, she had
graced every conceivable magazine known to man. The other about which only she
knew. That of a ruthless killer who loved killing people with her bare hands
with a smile on her face. She needed no reason whatsoever to grab someone by
the throat and strangle him to death. It was a pastime for her which she
enjoyed immensely.
The darker
side of her personality began 5 years ago. She was used to the abuse received
from her alcoholic, worthless husband. She had just started out as a newcomer
in the modelling industry and needed as much support she could get from all
quarters. She knew she could stand up to him in a fight, as she was physically
much stronger than him, being an athlete during her school and college days and
then going onto participate in various fitness competitions all over the world
before being forced to marry Kenny, but she did not as she had no means to
support herself and her 6 year old son. So she endured the abuse as much as she
can without any retaliation and tears in her eyes.
On a fateful
Sunday, she was in her room, posing in front of the mirror in her bikini for
the upcoming competition when she heard noise coming from the kitchen. She
hurried downstairs and what she saw made her blood boil. Kenny was standing
over John, drunk out of his mind, with his belt in his right hand beating his
son without any mercy. Jessica quickly ran up to him and grabbed the belt and
yanked it away from the drunkard.
“What the
hell are you doing, beating a child like that?” she snarled, livid.
“Tell the
punk to respect me or someday I will beat him to death,” Kenny slurred his
speech.
Enraged,
Jessica wanted to kill him then and there but she restrained herself. She bent
down and picked up her semi-conscious son in her arms and carried him to his
room. She gently lowered him into the bed and kissed his forehead.
“What did
you do, bud?” she asked.
“Nothing
mama, I was just playing in the front yard when daddy came to me and told me to
come inside. When I got in, he looked angry and slapped me and I fell down and
then he started beating me,” John trailed off and started to cry.
“I promise
you, bud; daddy will never hurt you again.”
“Promise
mama.”
“Promise.”
Well that
was that. Jessica decided it was time to do something about the situation. She
left her son’s room and stormed to the living room where he found her husband
on the sofa staring blankly at the TV.
She stood in
front of him blocking his sight, her hands on her hips, with looks that could
kill.
“Hey get out
of the way, you bitch. I am watching TV here, and while you are at it, put some
decent clothes on yourself.”
Even before
he had finished speaking, he saw her hands coming towards him and in the next
instant her hands had clamped firmly on his throat. With inhuman strength,
Jessica hauled Kenny off the sofa by the throat, his feet dangling in the air,
a good 8 inches.
“Hey what
you doing, bitch, leave me.”
“How dare
you worthless piece of shit, how dare you beat my son so badly,” she snarled
shaking him like a rag doll. Her grip on his throat tightening with every
passing second, his body still in the air.
“From now
on, you will not touch me or my son, you hear me, Kenny,” her grip on his
throat was now like a vice.
She shook
him vigorously as she realized that she could kill him with her bare hands if
she wanted to.
Strange,
strangled sounds started emanating from Kenny’s throat, as his face started
turning red.
“I can’t
hear you Kenny, I said did you understand?”
“Can’t
breathe, leave me,” said Kenny with much difficulty.
“How does it
feel, you bastard, when you are the one on the receiving end.”
Jessica
slammed Kenny’s body against the wall, both her hands still wrapped around his
scrawny neck. His body still dangling in the air. She was about to let go of
his throat when she realized that Kenny was already dead.
“Good
riddance,” Jessica thought to herself as she threw the dead body on the floor.
That was the
day; she realized she was the dominant one. It made her smile for the first
time in years. She did not have to live in fear anymore and the thing which she
realized one more thing, killing was something she enjoyed immensely. Maybe
this was her calling.
Thursday, 26 April 2012
Rachael's Story 06
The striptease was over. John stared at naked blond
woman with his mouth wide open. He was definitely aroused.
"What a perfect figure you have and that face
is gorgeous," babbled John. "You should be in movies. Not
entertaining people with your lap dances and stripping."
"That is life, my friend," said Rachael
in a very sensual voice.
She sat on John's lap and whispered in his ears
She sat on John's lap and whispered in his ears
"Now Johnny boy, close your eyes and I will
make sure you feel you’re in heaven."
She could feel John having an erection and smiled
at him. John closed his eyes waiting with anticipation.
"What will she do now," he wondered to himself smiling.
Rachael looked down at her well manicured hands with long red nails and smiled.
John's first thoughts were that she was about to stroke his neck when he felt her hands on his throat. But in an instant, her fingers closed on his neck with her thumbs placed firmly on his Adam's apple. She gave a little squeeze; not a very hard one but it made John open his eyes in amazement.
"You like that baby," said Rachael tightening her 2 handed grip on his throat and with a smile on her face.
By now John was feeling a little uncomfortable but went along with it. He had no idea what was about to happen next.
Rachael continued to tighten her grip on his throat until it was a vice like grip. She continued to smile down at him as if there was nothing wrong. By now, John was having difficulty breathing. She caught both of Rachael's wrists with his hands and tried to jerk her hands away from his neck. Nothing happened. Rachael's grip was just too strong. By now, John's face had begun to turn red. His eyes became round like saucers. He could not believe that a naked woman was strangling him with her bare hands and he could not do anything about it. He began to struggle with all his strength but to no avail. Rachael continued to strangle him. A sick sadistic smile still on her face.
"If you don't struggle, this will be over soon," she said and tightened her grip even more.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the apartment. This was an unexpected development. Rachael rolled her eyes just as John gave out a strangled scream.
Rachael realized that whoever was at the door, would have certainly heard the scream. Keeping her right hand on John's neck, she used her left hand to cover his mouth. She adjusted her grip on his neck so that she would now have a strong one handed grip on his throat. Her left hand still covering his mouth to prevent him from screaming any further. She was very careful not to cover his nostrils.
"Who is it?" she shouted to the unseen visitor at the door.
"Package delivery for Mr John Loker." It was a male voice.
"Just give me a few minutes, kind of busy right now."
"No problem ma'am. Take your time," the delivery guy answered.
She realized that she would have to kill the delivery guy too. Can't keep a witness.
She looked down at John and smiled.
By now her right hand was tightened around John's throat like a clamp. He breathed his last in a few seconds.
Rachael let go of his neck and stood up. Without bothering to put her clothes on she opened the door.
The delivery guy looked very young. Was very skinny and not that tall. Rachael began to feel pity for him.
"Please come in," she said and stood aside to let him enter the apartment.
The guy was flabbergasted by the sight before him. A beautiful naked woman stood before him. He did as he was asked.
As soon as he entered, he looked over at John's dead body on the couch and whirled around to face Rachael.
"I heard a scream a while back from inside. I hope everything is alright," he said.
"Too bad you heard that. Now I have to kill you too."
Before the guy could react, Rachael's right hand flashed upwards and caught the man by the throat. She backed him up against a wall and tightened her grip.
"Let's try something. Let me see whether I can lift you with one hand. A kind of one handed throat lift, if you will," said Rachael in her usual sensual voice.
The man, by now was pleading for his life. Rachael brushed his pleadings aside and heaved him upwards with her right hand still attached to his throat.
To the man's amazement, he could feel his feet get off the ground. Suddenly he found himself 2 feet above the floor.
He could not believe what was happening. A naked woman was holding him by his neck off the floor, that too with one hand.
He began to kick her with both his legs dangling off the apartment floor. A few kicks crashed into her stomach, just above her beautiful round and deep navel. Even though it hurt, Rachael did not show it on her face. She kept on smiling up at him and lifted him even higher.
"Looks as though I am stronger than I thought I was," Rachael laughed, "let me see whether I can break your neck."
With a sudden twist of her wrist, she snapped the man's neck. He was dead.
She threw the corpse to the floor and rubbed her stomach. It was still hurting.
As she was dressing, she looked at the 2 dead bodies and smiled at her.
"What will she do now," he wondered to himself smiling.
Rachael looked down at her well manicured hands with long red nails and smiled.
John's first thoughts were that she was about to stroke his neck when he felt her hands on his throat. But in an instant, her fingers closed on his neck with her thumbs placed firmly on his Adam's apple. She gave a little squeeze; not a very hard one but it made John open his eyes in amazement.
"You like that baby," said Rachael tightening her 2 handed grip on his throat and with a smile on her face.
By now John was feeling a little uncomfortable but went along with it. He had no idea what was about to happen next.
Rachael continued to tighten her grip on his throat until it was a vice like grip. She continued to smile down at him as if there was nothing wrong. By now, John was having difficulty breathing. She caught both of Rachael's wrists with his hands and tried to jerk her hands away from his neck. Nothing happened. Rachael's grip was just too strong. By now, John's face had begun to turn red. His eyes became round like saucers. He could not believe that a naked woman was strangling him with her bare hands and he could not do anything about it. He began to struggle with all his strength but to no avail. Rachael continued to strangle him. A sick sadistic smile still on her face.
"If you don't struggle, this will be over soon," she said and tightened her grip even more.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the apartment. This was an unexpected development. Rachael rolled her eyes just as John gave out a strangled scream.
Rachael realized that whoever was at the door, would have certainly heard the scream. Keeping her right hand on John's neck, she used her left hand to cover his mouth. She adjusted her grip on his neck so that she would now have a strong one handed grip on his throat. Her left hand still covering his mouth to prevent him from screaming any further. She was very careful not to cover his nostrils.
"Who is it?" she shouted to the unseen visitor at the door.
"Package delivery for Mr John Loker." It was a male voice.
"Just give me a few minutes, kind of busy right now."
"No problem ma'am. Take your time," the delivery guy answered.
She realized that she would have to kill the delivery guy too. Can't keep a witness.
She looked down at John and smiled.
By now her right hand was tightened around John's throat like a clamp. He breathed his last in a few seconds.
Rachael let go of his neck and stood up. Without bothering to put her clothes on she opened the door.
The delivery guy looked very young. Was very skinny and not that tall. Rachael began to feel pity for him.
"Please come in," she said and stood aside to let him enter the apartment.
The guy was flabbergasted by the sight before him. A beautiful naked woman stood before him. He did as he was asked.
As soon as he entered, he looked over at John's dead body on the couch and whirled around to face Rachael.
"I heard a scream a while back from inside. I hope everything is alright," he said.
"Too bad you heard that. Now I have to kill you too."
Before the guy could react, Rachael's right hand flashed upwards and caught the man by the throat. She backed him up against a wall and tightened her grip.
"Let's try something. Let me see whether I can lift you with one hand. A kind of one handed throat lift, if you will," said Rachael in her usual sensual voice.
The man, by now was pleading for his life. Rachael brushed his pleadings aside and heaved him upwards with her right hand still attached to his throat.
To the man's amazement, he could feel his feet get off the ground. Suddenly he found himself 2 feet above the floor.
He could not believe what was happening. A naked woman was holding him by his neck off the floor, that too with one hand.
He began to kick her with both his legs dangling off the apartment floor. A few kicks crashed into her stomach, just above her beautiful round and deep navel. Even though it hurt, Rachael did not show it on her face. She kept on smiling up at him and lifted him even higher.
"Looks as though I am stronger than I thought I was," Rachael laughed, "let me see whether I can break your neck."
With a sudden twist of her wrist, she snapped the man's neck. He was dead.
She threw the corpse to the floor and rubbed her stomach. It was still hurting.
As she was dressing, she looked at the 2 dead bodies and smiled at her.
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