Fitting End for Natalie

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I told Natalie my idea for this, which was originally going to be a single picture, and she suggested I write a story to go with it. I decided to give it a try, and I decided it would be 3 pictures, so here they are with the 3 part story. They were created and published February 22, 28, and March 9 of 2016.

Natalie tapped the button, sending the selfie off the selfie to her Deviant Art gallery when she noticed that someone had already posted a comment on the selfie she had just sent minutes before. She had posted it with a little text that said, "Waiting in a big fitting room for someone to take me and make me disappear forever in my sexy socks."

The reply said, "That can be arranged. I know where you shop." The reply was under the name DeathIsYours.

The person had replied so quickly that it occurred to Natalie that she might be able to have a conversation with this person while she was in the fitting room. The thought of having a chat about someone doing something nasty to her while she was actually in the room where it would happen was thrilling. She decided to give it a try.

"Oh?" she typed her reply. "How do you know where I shop? Have you been stalking me?"

She refreshed the view on her phone after only a minute, and as she had hoped, there was already a reply. "I know because I work where you shop."  Natalie could feel her heartbeat quickening.

"Oh my!" she replied. "Then you could be here right now. I'm all alone in this fitting room. What are you planning to do to me? You could do anything to this sexy sock slut."

"I will sneak up behind you," DeathIsYours replied. "You won't be expecting me because you think this is just a game. I will wrap a cord around your neck, and I will strangle you."

Natalie reached under her panties. She decided to share some intimate details with DeathIsYours, and everyone else online who would see her selfie. "You seriously have me wet right now. My hand is busy, and my other hand is almost dropping the phone." Then she added, "Aren't you worried that someone will hear me scream. You'll have to gag me quick."

"No need," DeathIsYours replied. "While you've been distracted, the store has closed for the evening. I told the other employees that I checked the fitting rooms and they were all empty."

It seemed so believable. She couldn't hear any noise in the store, but maybe it was drowned out by her own heavy breathing. She was seriously concerned that someone might hear her go over the top. That thought just made it more exciting. "Oh I am so naive," she replied, "and excited. I just slipped off my panties," and indeed she had. "They were so wet and were just in my way. I'm only wearing my sexy socks now. I'm such a sock slut."

"I'm coming for you," DeathIsYours replied. "I dressed special for you. I hope you like my socks. They are the last thing you will ever see."

Natalie whimpered. She didn't care if anyone in the store could hear her. She imagined the store was empty, just as DeathIsYours had told her. She imagined DeathIsYours, the only other person in the store, coming for her. She imaged looking at the socks of her killer as a cord wrapped around her neck strangled the life out of her. A question occurred to her, and with the thumb of one trembling hand, she barely managed to type it into her phone. "Are you a girl?" She didn't want to discourage further responses, so she added, "It's OK if you’re not, but are you? And what do your sexy socks look like?"

"I'm a cute, sexy girl," DeathIsYours replied. "Does that turn you on? You'll see my socks soon enough. I promise you'll see my socks before you die."

Natalie's whimpering had turned to moaning. Her left hand was busy where her panties used to be, and she was seriously close to orgasm. "Do you know what this is doing to me?" she managed to reply. "I'm dying to know what your socks look like. Kill me now so I can see them."

Just then, she felt a long lock of her hair sweep down over her face, only to realize that it wasn't her hair as it tightened around her neck. Natalie let out a short scream of pleasure and surprise that had been building inside her. It was quickly cut off as the cord around her neck tightened and closed her throat. "As you wish," a voice softly said from behind her.

Natalie dropped her phone as her hands flew to her neck. Her fingers scrabbled to get a grip on the cord that was sinking into her flesh. The fingers of her left hand were wet and slick, but the fingers of her right hand were just as useless. Her body was still pulsing with sexual arousal and desire, quickly consuming the oxygen in her blood. Her knees shook, then gave way, but the woman holding the cord was strong, and Natalie found herself hanging by the cord, tightening even further around her neck. Natalie's socked feet slid wildly over the parquet floor, trying to lift her up again and relieve some of the pressure on her throat, but they had no strength.

Slowly, DeathIsYours allowed Natalie to sink to the floor, and once there, sat behind her and wrapped her legs around her. Natalie felt the cord loosen for just a moment as blood rushed back into her head, but she was able to get only a very short, rasping breath before it tightened again. "I don't want you to pass out or die too quickly," DeathIsYours said. "I want us both to enjoy this."

Natalie was enjoying it, while at the same time desperately needing to escape it. Her lungs were on fire, but her hips were rocking. Her throat was in agony, but her pussy and nipples were on fire with pleasure. Hell and ecstasy were repeatedly colliding in her body, creating an inferno of pain and pleasure; fear and desire. She gazed into the mirror and saw the cute and sexy woman who was throttling her. She saw her own body, twitching and spasming, and could see how futile her struggle was. Her fingers stopped scrabbling to grasp the cord, and her hands slid down her body to come to rest on her killer's bare thighs. Her gaze dropped to her lap where DeathIsYours' socked feet were pressing against her thighs, forcing them to spread open. The socks were printed with a tuxedo pattern, like those tuxedo T-shirts. Her hands slid off of the woman's thighs to come to rest on her socks, and all the while her body continued to pulse with sexual energy; the rocking of her hips actually increasing as she ran her hands over her killer's socks.

"You like my socks," Death is yours whispered. "I can tell."

Natalie did like the tuxedo socks, and the feet that were in them. Through every wave of pleasure and pain, she continued to gaze downward where she could see them as well as her own sexy socks. Pleasure overtook pain, and despite her waning strength, the greatest orgasm of her life crashed over her body. A scream of ecstasy tried to escape her lungs, but only a high pitch squeak made it out. Her mouth and eyes open as wide as they would go, her whole body shuddered one last time, then sank limp against her killer.

Natalie was motionless. She could feel the last bits of consciousness fading with her vision as everything was growing dark. She felt the cord loosen around her neck, no longer holding her throat closed, but she could no longer draw breath. She was fairly sure that her heart had stopped. She could not breath. She could not move. There was only the occasional twitch; a random nerve firing in her body. Was she dead, or at death's door? Then she heard the soft voice of her killer.

"They say the hearing is the last sense to go when you die," DeathIsYours said to the limp body in her lap, "so I want to talk to you a little more. I've been watching you on the internet, and I couldn't believe my luck the day you walked into my shop. I want you to know I've been planning your death very carefully. Every detail. I have a plan for disposing of your body where it will never be found. I know that's how you would want it."

DeathIsYours ran her hands over Natalie's skin as she talked to her, massaging the flesh of her breasts. Natalie wished she could fully appreciate the way she was being caressed, but her sense of touch was already fading. She was distantly aware of the hand gliding down across her belly and settling in her lap. Everything was dark now, and she was vaguely aware that her body was being shifted off of her killer and lowered to the floor. Everything was disappearing. Even the voice of her killer was growing distant.

DeathIsYours picked up Natalie’s phone. “One last picture for your fans, Natalie. What do you say?” She snapped a picture of Natalie’s naked and lifeless body and typed a little text to go with it. “Last picture. She got me. She strangled the life out of me. Now I’ll disappear forever.” She tapped the button to post it, then pocketed the phone.

"I hope it is everything you dreamed it would be, Natalie. I know this is what you've always wanted. I feel nothing but love for you, my dear, and this is my gift to you. Death is yours, my dear. Death is yours."

I hope you've enjoyed the pictures and story.