1 comments/ 47775 views/ 1 favorites La Chinga Muerte By: Decayed Angel I am not sure how it happened, it wasn't that I had too much to drink because I only drank water. Perhaps it was the flickering of the Christmas lights or the driving bass of the music or maybe it was just her. She wasn't what I would call beautiful, no she was so much more than beautiful that it is impossible to describe. She was gorgeous? She was stunning, lovely, striking, and magnificent and yet it still doesn't quite capture how she looked. She wore her auburn hair up, with just a loose strand or two sensuously curling down the back of her neck. Her blouse had a collar, so I could only imagine, for now, how her shoulders and back looked, and though the top three buttons in the front were not buttoned, I could only catch the briefest glimpses of her cleavage. Her eyes were dark, probably brown, but in the low light of the Christmas party it was difficult to tell. She was tall, almost as tall as me with her heels. It was almost unbearable for me, I wanted to ask her to dance, or perhaps only buy her a drink, just something to get close to her but I couldn't. Unfortunately I was working at the party carving the roast beef for the people and she, obviously was a guest. Oh how I envied the waiters who passed though the crowd rubbing elbows and other things with the guests. All I could do is carefully place the sliced roast beef on plates and watch her from my small platform. As the evening passed and many of the people headed home or up to the rooms they rented for the evening I found myself mesmerized by her, gazing for minutes on end as she moved slowly around the room, talking to some of the other party goers. When she finally came up to me and asked for a slice of the meat I moved like I was underwater, too slowly grabbing the knife, missing her plate as I dropped the meat and it tumbled to the floor and then slicing another piece with my eyes locked on the tiny shadows hidden between the unbuttoned blouse. When I finally got a slice of meat on her plate she looked up at me and whispered, "Follow me." Without a thought about what I was supposed to be doing, without a thought about my wife and kids at home, I dropped the carving knife, pulled off my grease stained jacket and followed. She walked to a table, put her plate down and walked out of the banquet room and headed in the direction of the restrooms. Leading past the men's' room and then past the ladies' room, she turned a corner in the corridor and led me to an electrical room. Surprisingly, the door opened when she pushed on it and she led me inside, closing it behind us. She didn't say a word and I could only watch in silence while she grabbed my pants and unfastened them and then said, "Take them off." I kicked off my shoes, removed my pants and stood up wearing only my underwear, socks and shirt. Making a face, she said, "Take it all off," so I undressed completely. Rifling through her purse, she pulled out a long string of condoms, tore one off and handed it to me saying, "Okay, put this on." Well, standing in front of this woman without any clothes on had me a bit embarrassed, so my cock wasn't very hard so I just looked up at her. "Make it hard," she said, so I reached down and stroked my cock, letting it slowly grow into a full erection. The look on her face went from almost one of anger when she told me to make myself hard to one of sheer delight as she watched my cock grow increasingly larger. When I was fully hard, I tore open the condom package and rolled it over me. It was a tight fit for me, something that delighted the woman. Just staring at my cock she said, "There, on the desk, get on your back." I climbed onto the desk and then watched as she lifted her skirt, exposing her beautiful red, curly pubic hair as she straddled me. She then lowered herself inch by inch down onto my cock, moaning a bit as I sank deeper and deeper into her. Amazingly, she took all of my cock, all the way to the hilt, something no other woman had been unable to do with me. Smiling greedily, she then began to move up and down on me, slowly at first, but later it got faster and faster. After a few minutes I could feel her juices flooding down onto my balls and still she continued, her face contorted in her effort. Normally, a women fucking me so vigorously would have made me come by now, but my wife and I had just made love before I came to work, so I was able to hold out. She continued moving up and then falling down onto me, now splashing as our bodies slammed together. Glancing down I couldn't see great deal, just our intermeshed pubic hair, her red on my black and then as she raised up, I could see my glistening cock slowly emerge from between her lips. She'd move up and up, rising up the full length of me and then simply let herself fall down onto me, our bodies slapping together, her juices splashing onto me. This went on and on for a good ten to fifteen minutes as she ever so slowly got more and more worked up until suddenly she screamed loudly and then feel down onto me, her body covering me as she came, her pussy, pulsing around my enormous cock. I still hadn't come, but shamefully I did enjoy the way her pussy squeezed the entire length of me, something I had never experienced before. When the woman climbed off of me I noticed that tears ran down her eyes. She picked up her purse and seemed to be fumbling for something, but when she found it, she looked up at me, looked over at my, still hard, cock and then shook her head back and forth. Leaving whatever she was grabbing for in her purse, she pulled her hand out and then reached over and grabbed my cock saying, "This cock may have saved you." She turned for the door, but just before stepping outside she turned to me and said, "If anyone asks you, you will remember what happened vividly, except if anyone asks you to describe me, I am a tall woman, with auburn hair who is simply too beautiful, stunning, and gorgeous to even describe. You'll remember us fucking, you'll remember how my red, curly pubic hair looked when it meshed with your black hair. When you hear this door close, you will snap out of your trance and remember everything completely, you will especially remember me as I described." Disappearing through the door, it slowly closed and when it clicked shut, I sat up, got dressed and returned to the party. I pulled my jacket back on and continued working as if nothing happened. Later when talking to one of the waiters he asked, "Where did you go man? The boss came in, but I covered for you." "The strangest thing happened," I said, "I saw this beautiful auburn-haired..." "Auburn, what color is that?" "I'm not exactly sure man, I think maybe red," I replied continuing on with my story. When I described how her red, curly pubic hair looked meshed with my black hair, he interrupted. "I thought you said her hair was auburn?" "Yea, I guess it's kind of a red color," I continued. When I told him how she reached into her purse he got a very strange look on his face. "She reached into her purse and then shook her head?" "Yes, I don't know what she could have been grabbing." "La Chinga Muerte!" he said, sitting down on a chair. "La Chinga Muerte? A death fuck?" "Oh man, haven't you heard?" "Heard what?" "A woman has been fucking men and then killing them. The police find the men in strange places, naked, still wearing their condoms. All the men had cum in the condoms, so they had sex and then were killed. You've got to go to the police, give them a description of the woman." "I can't go to the police, what about my wife and kids, hell they'll find out," I said in a panic. "Oh hell man, what are we going to do?" "Didn't you see the woman?" "I saw no beautiful woman, auburn hair, red hair or otherwise, only a but of old, blue haired ladies." "But she was so beautiful, you had to have seen her." "No, no one like that." "Damn, what am I going to do?" "You got to call the police." "No, no, let me think about it," I said, feeling dizzy. La Chinga Muerte Ch. 02 My friend finally convinced me to go to the police, which wasn't easy for me. I mean I've never fucked around on my wife ever before and I'm certainly not proud of the fact that I did that night. It was just so strange, I knew what I was doing and I knew I shouldn't be doing it but I just couldn't help myself. And so, before I had any idea what was happening I was watching her slide up and down on my cock. Thank God she made me put on a condom otherwise there's no telling what kind of trouble I might be in. Telling my wife I had to go into work early to clean up after the Christmas party I worked the night before, I went to the police station instead. When I began talking to the police officers about what happened they immediately showed a lot of interest, calling together a number of other detectives in to listen to my story. They were sympathetic about the problems I would have if my wife found out what happened, but they weren't able to promise anything. The group of detectives listened to my entire story, throwing in a question or two, but for the most part letting me take my story to the end. Once I finished one of the detectives asked where I worked. "Mariott Gateway, on Twelfth Street," I replied. "Do they have security cameras in the banquet areas or near the restrooms you passed." "I'm not sure, they have cameras, but I don't remember if there are any near the banquet rooms," I replied as the detective nodded to a younger man who rushed out of the room. "Do you remember what you did with the condom?" he then asked. "No... wait, there was a small trash can there, I just wanted out of there, so I tossed it in. I didn't come, so it was relatively clean," I replied. Two more of the police quickly stood up and grabbed their cell phones. I heard them saying something about "securing the crime scene" and "banquet area and restrooms." "Oh hell," I thought to myself, "My boss is really going to be pissed if the police shut down the banquet areas." "Okay look, we need to check some things out and then want to talk to you again. If you want to go home and come back later, that will be fine," one of the detectives said as the rest quickly hurried out of the room. "My wife thinks I'm at work, it will be hard to explain going home and then leaving again. How long will you be?" "I can't be sure, but you are welcome to wait here at the station. I'll see if I can find a room for you to wait in," he said, leading me down the corridor. "Look, this is an empty interrogation room, the door locks automatically, but I'll but this chair here to leave it open. If you need something to drink or need to go to the bathroom you are free to go. I must ask that you don't talk about this case with anyone until I get back with you. You okay with all that?" he asked, putting a chair between the door and the door frame. I nodded to him. Sitting in the interrogation room I thought about the evening before, trying to recall anything that might help the police. It is odd, when I think of it, I don't remember that many details about her. Auburn hair, where did that come from? What made it strange is that I've never used the word auburn when describing hair before, I mean it was red, just like on her pussy, but all I remember about the hair on her head was that it was auburn, and she wore it up, and two strands curled down the back of her neck. I think I remembering trying to see her breasts and then of course, I remember her pussy, but no, I don't remember her pussy, I remember her red pubic hair and how it looked enmeshed with mine. Enmeshed? That's another word I normally wouldn't use, I just don't understand it. After about an hour, the detective who set me up in the interrogation room said, "They were able to recover the security tape and they did find a condom in the trash can. Hopefully this will help us a lot." I then mentioned what I had been thinking about, the words I used in the description and the officer replied, "Look, I can't talk about it with you right now, but let us sift through the information when it gets here and I will tell you more about what we believe is happening. Do you need to call home or something?" "We have caller id at home, I don't want her to see I'm calling from the police station." "We've got a line that has no caller id information." "No, she'll expect to see the hotel name on the id." "Okay, suit yourself, please make yourself comfortable and we'll get in her as soon as we can," he said. "You know with your information and the video, we may be able to break this case." I leaned back in my chair, wondering just what in the hell I had gotten myself into. La Chinga Muerte Ch. 03 I waited in the interrogation room for another half an hour or so when a handful of officers came into the room. Expecting them to be elated, I was surprised by the sour look on all their faces. Not sure if this was a tactic or something, I tried to break the ice by asking, "Well, did you get anything else on the security video?" When no one said a word I began feeling a bit nervous, wondering if perhaps I might be in trouble or something. Finally an older detective stepped into the room and the detective who set me up in the interrogation room scooted his chair closer to me. "Look, are you sure you have told us everything you know about what happened that night?" he asked looking very serious. "Well, everything that has to do with the woman." "Did you have any other contacts, anything beyond serving the food?" "No, it was just a normal Christmas party, I'm not sure of what company it was, the hotel could tell you that. But as far as serving the food, I mean it went slow for a while and then it got busy and then eased off, just like you'd expect." "And nothing out of the ordinary happened?" "No, I mean just as we opened up there were a few people with no lines. Sometimes it gets real busy, usually about an hour into the party. This one took a little longer, which was probably good cause I had one lady who seemed pretty looped..." The detective interrupted me there, "Tell me about the lady." "Well, you get these middle age women who don't drink a lot, well they get out and have a few and then get a little strange," I said, remembering a few things about her. "What was she doing that was odd?" "She came up and I sliced a piece of meat, but she didn't have a plate, just a fork. We were using some of our finer utensils at this party, so in the lights it kind of sparkled. Moving it back and forth, she had it tilted so the light was flashing in my eyes. Her lips here moving, but I couldn't really hear her, just a murmur. Anyway, after she did that for a while, she wandered off..." Interrupting again, the detective asked, "She didn't get any food?" "No, she didn't have a plate, she just wandered off with the fork," I said. "Can you describe her?" "Well, she was short, maybe five foot or so, with dark black hair that kind of spiked oddly up, kind of reminding me of a very old Yoko Ono. Her face had a lot of wrinkles and her make up was on pretty thick." He held up a grainy photograph and asked, "Did she look anything like this?" I looked at it closely and said, "Yeah, that's her, I wouldn't miss that hair anywhere." "That's the lady we got on video walking with you past the restrooms." "You mean..." "You didn't walk back there more than once during the evening?" he asked me. "No, just the woman with auburn hair." "Have you ever been hypnotized?" "No," I answered. "Never went to a hypnotist, either for a show or maybe a therapist or something?" "I may have seen something silly on TV, but never went to a live show. Why do you ask?" "What would you say if I told you I thought you'd been hypnotized?" "You mean... could that be why I couldn't make myself stop? And the auburn hair?" "Perhaps something she put there in your mind." "I guess that might explain a lot of things, I mean I was beginning to wonder if I was going crazy." "I don't think you are going crazy, I think this woman may be a professional hypnotist who put you under a hypnotic spell." "By why didn't she kill me like all the other men?" "She hasn't killed all the other men," he said. "She hasn't?" "No there have been two men with similar stories who were not killed. They both gave me the same description as you did, down to the 'auburn' hair. These two men also didn't have an orgasm with the woman. All the men who were killed did climax, we think they did so before she was satisfied and she just killed them. Would you agree to be hypnotized?" "I am a little uneasy about that," I said. "We think under hypnosis we can help you remember what really happened. If that is the case, we can be pretty sure of who did this to you." "I better call my wife," I said, ready to let myself be hypnotized for apparently the second time in my life. La Chinga Muerte Ch. 04 I told my wife that my boss had sent me out to pick something up and I was calling from a pay phone, which was why the hotel name didn't appear on the caller id. I also told her that I was going to have to work late, later than I originally anticipated. Fortunately she understood, it was the holiday season and the hotel was very busy with all the parties, banquets and holiday guests. Telling her goodbye, I headed back and told the detective I was ready for the hypnotist. In a short period of time, I found myself back in the interrogation room sitting facing a bald man. He talked with me for a few minutes about what he planned to do and then he showed me how he was going to do it. Before he finished I was no longer in the room, I was somewhere else and he seemed to be calling me from an open doorway. I walked to him and stepped through the door and suddenly found myself back at the Christmas party I worked the night before. I could hear my voice telling him what I was seeing, but it was like I was watching it happen all over again as I spoke. Sure enough, I stood at the meat carving platform, slicing pieces of roast beef for the partygoers. It was still early and it was a bit slow, so I went ahead and sliced a number of pieces so I could be ready if it really got busy. After about an hour or so, a strange lady approached without a plate. She had a strange hairdo, it was teased upward and held in place with a headband. Above the headband her hair just frizzed out willy-nilly. Offering to grab a plate for her, I looked down awaiting her response, but instead she held up her fork and began moving it so the light reflecting off of it was flashing in my eyes. I felt a bit dizzy, but the she whispered something and I leaned forward. I could hear her then as she said, "I am the most beautiful woman you have ever seen, so beautiful that you cannot describe it, I'm stunning, attractive and gorgeous. My hair is a beautiful auburn that I am wearing up, but there are two strands that tumble down the back of my sensuous neck. "My blouse is unbuttoned three buttons, but as hard as you try, you cannot see my breasts, just a hint of cleavage. Wherever I am in the room, you will be drawn to me, to my beauty. When I come to you later, you will follow my instructions," she said and then walked away. I continued slicing and serving the roast beef, but also found myself watching the woman as she moved about the party, talking to the guests. It seemed a perfectly natural thing, when a guest came to the platform I'd slice the meat and place it on their plate. When I finished I'd glance around the room and find her again. Later in the evening, she walked up with a plate and I put a slice of the meat on the plate. She headed away, but turned back to me and said, "Follow me." Without a thought, I put down the fork and knife, pulled off my jacket and followed the woman out of the banquet room, across the lobby and down a corridor past the restrooms. She turned a corner and I followed her into the electrical room. Closing the door and then unfastened my pants, instructing me to remove them. I pulled off my pants and she told me to make myself hard. Stroking my cock, it quickly grew to full erection. Handing me a condom, she had me put it on, then she smiled and told me to get on the desk, which I did. Lifting her skirt, she climbed on top of me. Her pubic hair was a black, but unlike the hair on her head, it had a lot of gray streaked through it. As she lowered herself onto me, my cock slipped in easily and even though my cock is a fairly normal size, she was so small she could barely take it all in. As she moved herself up and down on me she began to speak, "Your cock is enormous, so big most women can't take it all, but I do, I take all of you." She continued describing the act as if this beautiful auburn haired woman with red, curly pubic hair was fucking my enormous cock. It took her some time, but after a while, she began to moan and then came as her pussy pulsated on my cock. I was able to hold off coming so when she climbed off me and headed for the door, I could pull the condom off without making much of a mess. She then repeated some of her description of herself again and left, closing the door behind her. Suddenly I heard a man saying, "Three, two and one," and I found myself facing the hypnotist. He smiled and said, "Okay we're done here." As he was picking up his notebook and getting ready to leave, the detective came back in, thanked him and then turned to me. "Okay, I think we've gotten a lot worked out here. Based upon the help you've given us I think we should be bringing in the suspect in just a short while. We may need you some more if this thing goes to trial, but I'll be contacting you," he said reaching into his pocket and handing me a card. "If you have anything else you can think of about the case, or if you need anything, just give me a call. Again, thank you for all your help." I shook his hand, and headed out to my car, anxious to get home and crawl into bed with my wife.