(re-edited and reposted)
The lid opened and Melissa winced at the sudden rush of bright sunlight. It blinded her enough to prevent her from putting up much of a fight. She was bound anyway; she certainly couldn’t struggle much.
Looking around she discovered that her current location was a far cry from her garage where she’d been set upon earlier by two men hiding near her vehicle. The utter shock of strangers inside her garage in an upscale part of town had been replaced by pure terror as they’d pulled her arms behind her back and bound them together with duct tape. They’d taped her mouth shut before she could protest and then had taped her ankles together. Then they’d simply lifted her up and tossed her into the trunk of her dark blue 2003 BMW 745 Li.
She’d rolled around in the trunk as they’d driven her to some unknown location, her mind racing with all sorts of horrible thoughts. She realized they hadn’t even bothered to hide their faces from her. That told her she was in serious trouble.
Letting her see their faces had to mean they weren’t going to let her live, didn’t it? Besides, what she’d seen in their eyes was cold and calculated, lacking in mercy. It was as if she was nothing more than a piece of meat to them now… meat to be disposed of. Melissa found herself crying quietly, wishing she would’ve gotten to live long enough to see her 17 year old daughter Lindsay graduate from high school next year.
After what felt like an hour or so she felt the car come to a halt; heard the engine shut down. ‘Oh NO!’ she thought in growing horror as tears welled up in her eyes. ‘They’re going to kill me now! Please, God… not NOW – not YET! I don’t WANT to die! Please – give me some more time!’
Her heart rate spiked as she heard the sound of two of her car doors closing, the vehicle shuddering in response. Then she heard footsteps. That’s when the lid to the trunk of her car was popped open, the noonday sun shining in and momentarily blinding her.
Melissa saw the same two men from her garage reach in with gloved hands to grab her. Instinctively she tried to shrink away from them, her panicked cries muffled by the duct tape covering her mouth. Then they reached in and pulled her out into the sunlight.
She was stood upright onto pavement onto the heels she’d dressed up in to go shopping for the day. But when she took in her surroundings she saw she was nowhere near her home. She was in some sort of parking area near one of the many ponds that frequented the area.
What the hell was she doing out here?? Why had they brought her here?? The answer was obvious, and her eyes went wide in absolute horror. Clearly they were going to dump her body in one of the ponds. It set her to shivering with dread as her pussy began to moisten from a horrific arousal.
She heard another car door slam shut, and she looked toward the source of the sound. A stern looking man in a sharp, black business suit had emerged out of a black 2004 Lexus RX 330 and was calmly approaching her. She shivered at the sight of him, especially when he smiled sadly at her.
“I’m so terribly sorry about this, Mrs. Johnson,” he said sympathetically. “…but I’m afraid your husband owes me a great deal of money. He’s asked for several extensions, but I’ve come to the conclusion he has no intention of repaying his loan. I’m afraid this is the only way I know of to show him just how serious I am about getting my money back.”
Her eyes went wide at his words, and she felt a knot in her stomach as she started to tremble. She became all weak in the knees, causing the two males on either side of her to help her remain upright by holding her up by her arms. That’s when the tears welled up in her eyes again as she began shaking her head back and forth, her mind trying to deny the situation she now found herself in.
“I want you to know, Mrs. Johnson, that this isn’t personal or anything,” the man went on. “It’s just business and nothing more… business between me and your husband. I really wish there was some other way to handle this. But I can’t seem to get him to see the seriousness of promptly paying back his loans.” Then his eyes narrowed coldly.
“You see, Mrs. Johnson, I’ve decided to make a statement as it were, to send a message not only to your husband, but to anyone else who might be considering the foolishness of crossing me. And since it was a choice between using you or your daughter Lindsay I’ve chosen you. I certainly hope your husband gets the message before I’m forced to escalate things. If not I’m afraid your daughter may soon be joining you.”
“NOOOO!” she cried out into the tape covering her mouth, her eyes wide in terror both for her and for what might happen to her daughter. A moment later she began struggling in earnest, useless though it was.
“It’s been a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Johnson,” the man said politely, “although I certainly wish the circumstances could’ve been better.” Then he sighed wistfully.
“You’re quite the looker, Mrs. Johnson. Your husband is a fool for not paying his debts to me on time. I really want you to know there are no hard feelings. It’s just business, my dear.” Then he nodded at the two underlings who were holding onto her.
In an instant they began pulling her backward towards her BMW, causing her to scream in terror into the duct tape covering her mouth. A moment later she came up against the trunk of her car – the vehicle her husband had bought for her as a birthday present. That’s when her mind went crazy wondering what they were going to do to her! The only thing that came to mind was the probability they were going to dump her back into the trunk and then push her Beemer into the pond!
She cried out when they pulled her up onto the back of the trunk instead, causing her to panic even more as she lay uncomfortably upon her arms secured behind her back. A moment later she saw both men reach inside their jackets with gloved hands, each one pulling out a couple of rather wicked looking hunting knives That’s when she started to scream into the tape covering her mouth…
OHMYGAWD – THEY’RE GONNA CARVE ME UP!
She was absolutely terrified she was about to die. At the same time she felt a shameful arousal, felt how wet she was down below. Was it true some females felt a similar arousal of terror moments before they met a violent end?
The knives flashed, causing her to clench her eyes shut while waiting for the piercing wounds that were sure to follow. She bit her lip as she trembled like crazy, wondering how bad it was going to hurt. Then she heard a ripping sound as the man on her right began cutting through her jacket.
Her eyes flew open in surprise – WHAT THE HELL??!! Then the one on her left began cutting as well. Together they were slicing up the $500 jacket she’d bought at Tiffany’s! A moment later it was lying in tatters all around her.
Melissa went from fear to anger, especially when they began working on her blouse. At that moment she became totally irrational, defiantly crying out into the tape covering her mouth… “NOOOOO! DAMN YOU – THAT’S A $300 SHIRT!” Then that too was lying in pieces all around her, leaving her in her black lacy bra.
For a moment she was really furious as one started working on her bra while the other went to work on her skirt. Then it suddenly became all too clear what they intended to do to her. That’s when she became deathly pale, frantically shaking her head as her pussy throbbed from a fearful ache of arousal…
“NOOO! OHMYGAWD – PLEASE DON’T RAPE ME?! PLEASE – LEAVE ME SOME DIGNITY!!”
She started to wiggle and squirm like crazy, screaming into the tape covering her mouth. But her struggles instantly ceased the moment one of them lifted his knife and held it right to her throat. Her eyes went wide and she swallowed hard, panting heavily for breath as the other continued cutting her clothes away…
NOOOO! OHMYGAWD! PLEASE…
It wasn’t long until she was completely nude. Melissa shivered as she tried to keep her legs crossed. Her shaved pussy was moist from a horrific arousal and she was embarrassed as hell, unwilling for these bastards to see her wetness down below.
She was propped upright on the trunk as one man cut the duct tape from around her wrists. Then the other cut the tape away from around her ankles. Now she was certain they were going to rape her before killing her!
She looked back at the man in the sharp business suit, pleading with her eyes for him to do something humane. But he just watched impassively. There appeared to be something in his expression as though the bastard seemed to be sympathetic to her plight.
She cried out into the duct tape around her mouth, begging him not to allow this terrible thing to happen to her. She tried to communicate to them that she would blow them or fuck them willingly so long as they would let her go and leave her daughter along. He just stood there unflinching.
“MMPH!”
She grunted in terror as one man suddenly held a knife to her throat, encouraging her not to move as the other walked away for a few moments. When he returned he carried several lengths of rope, some of which he tossed to his partner. A moment later the two of them began tying loops around her wrists and ankles. Melissa trembled like crazy, wondering what the hell was in store for her while wishing her pussy would stop dripping so much.
“MMMMMMMPH!”
She cried out in horror as she was abruptly pulled backward onto her back, her arms outstretched. The two men pulled her body up the trunk, over the back window, and all the way up onto the roof of her BMW. Her feet kicked and flailed as they pulled her up toward the front of her vehicle, her mind racing…
NOOOO! OHMYGAWD – WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME???
She shivered as she heard the windows being rolled down inside her Beemer. A moment later she grunted as her arms were pulled outward from her body by the ropes attached to each wrist, pulled toward the driver and passenger side windows to the front of her BMW. That’s when she got the impression they were actually stringing the lengths of rope inside the car through the open windows, securing her to the roof!!
“UMMMPH!!”
To her utter horror Melissa realized she was being stretched spread-eagled on top of the roof of her car! They were securing her while she was totally naked… embarrassingly exposed! What’s more, there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it! Then she felt them yank on the ropes attached to her ankles, pulling her legs apart…
OHMYGAWD – NOOO!! HE’LL SEE MY PUSSY!! HE’LL SEE HOW WET I AM! OHMYGAWD – DON’T DO THIS TO ME!
Her legs were pulled apart, the ropes to her ankles disappearing over the roof of the car into the rear windows, exposing her cleanly-shaved femininity to the bastard’s unwavering gaze. She felt a slight breeze waft over her dripping pussy, tickling her clit and filling her with a shameful arousal. Gawd – were they going to leave her no dignity??!!
Just like that they were finished. They stepped back from her Beemer, leaving her arms and legs spread wide as she was helplessly secured to the top of her BMW. That’s when she heard all but one of the windows roll back up electronically. Melissa yelped, grunting in pain as the glass drove the ropes up into the top of the windows, not quite sealing them closed but tightening the ropes and stretching her out even more…
“MMMMMMMMMPHH!!!”
There was a nerve-wracking silence as she panted for breath through her nose. She could feel drops of sweat breaking out all over her body. Then she heard footsteps as the man in the sharp business suit came over to stand by the driver’s side door, looking sadly at her as he shook his head.
“Like I said, Mrs. Johnson… no hard feelings; it’s just business. I hope your husband gets my message for your daughter’s sake.” Then he reached into the driver’s side with a gloved hand and slipped the gear shift into neutral. Almost immediately her BMW started to roll forward.
“Goodbye, Mrs. Johnson,” the businessman said, polite to the end. That’s when Melissa’s eyes went wide in horrified understanding…
NOO! OHMYGAWD – HE’S GONNA DROWN ME ON THE ROOF OF MY BEEMER LIKE THIS! NOOOOO!
The vehicle picked up speed as it rolled downhill. Melissa squirmed like crazy on the roof of her car, her desperate cries for help muffled by the duct tape still covering her mouth. Then she heard the sound of her Beemer hitting the water… felt it suddenly floating underneath her. At the same time she heard the sound of air escaping through the windows, heard the sound of bubbles escaping from somewhere inside her car.
NOOO! PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME!
She was stretched out spread-eagled so much that it hurt. Yet she still wiggled and squirmed frantically, her head twisting from side to side as she screamed into the duct tape covering her mouth. She felt the warmth of the roof of her car on her back and ass, warmed by the noonday son against her body. She smelled the familiar aroma of the pond, familiar because she’d been to so many of the ponds in the area. But she had to wince from the brightness of the sun almost directly overhead.
Melissa wiggled in shame, distraught over the fact that her legs were spread wide, allowing those bastards to get an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy. Gawd! Was THIS the way it was for some women shortly before they died from some terrifying experience? Did the knowledge of their impending death cause their bodies to respond in sexually disturbing ways? Was this why so many people associated sex with death… and vice versa?
The car shifted as the weight of the engine pulled it downward. There was no longer enough air trapped within the interior to help keep it afloat. Melissa gasped through her nose and then inhaled sharply as the car started to nose downward…
OHMYGAWD – THIS IS IT!
There was a flurry of bubbles that continued to escape from the interior of the car. When she felt her head come in contact with the water of the pond Melissa knew she’d just taken her last breath. As her Beemer sank underneath her she was pulled downward with it, the water quickly covering her head – breasts – stomach – crotch – legs…
NOOOOO!
…and then she was completely submerged, the car pulling her down toward the bottom of the pond. A split second later she felt an unexpected orgasm wash through her body at her predicament. She wriggled and shuddered as she struggled to hold her breath, unaware her killers were watching impassively as she disappeared below the surface.
Air bubbled out of her nose as water sought to fill her sinuses. Almost immediately her body demanded she refill her lungs from the orgasm that had just left her breathless. Melissa winced, struggling to hold her breath despite the stinging sensation in her nostrils.
All too soon she felt her Beemer’s front end come in contact with the bottom of the pond. It shuddered to a stop as the car slowly settled down underneath her until it came to rest on all four tires upon the silty soil. There was murky-green darkness all around her that got lighter as she looked upward.
…and then there was silence other than the sound of escaping air as it continued to hiss and bubble out of the interior of her car. That’s when Melisa knew her BMW was ruined. It was a crazy thought, considering she was totally naked tied spread-eagled on top of it!
For the briefest of moments Melissa was actually pissed that her car had been submerged, that the exquisite upholstery would now receive some serious water damage. Then reality returned in a rush. The damage done to her Beemer would make no difference considering she would never drive another vehicle again!
Flat on her back she could see the surface less than 9 feet away. She could see the sunshine above her, could see the air above her that she needed so badly. Already her lungs were heaving in her chest, causing her 34 C’s to sway as she struggled to hold her breath.
Maybe someone would see her! After all, she could still see the surface reasonably well. Surely SOMEONE would spot her soon… maybe even before she drowned! But it was a futile hope – a wildly unrealistic hope based on her desperate desire to live – and deep down Melissa knew it. Hardly anyone came out to THESE ponds during the day!
Her arms and legs hurt from being stretched outward, and she finally gave up fighting against the ropes that held her in place. Instead she concentrated on holding her breath for as long as possible. But her lungs were on fire; she couldn’t hold out much longer! She snorted bubbles out of her nose, watching in growing panic as they went scurrying to the surface…
NOOOO! OHMYGAWD! Her lungs strained as her chest heaved, her cheeks bulging as she fought to hold her very last breath of air. She was also vaguely aware that another orgasm was headed her way.
Once more she thought of her daughter Lindsay. She so wanted to finish watching her grow up… so wanted to see her little girl get married and have children. It just wasn’t fair! What the hell had her bastard of a husband done by getting involved with these loan sharks anyway?! Was their expensive lifestyle THAT important to them??
And then a thought occurred to her…
Ohmygawd! Had he known something like this might happen? Their marriage hadn’t been the best lately. Was this something he hoped his creditors might do to her, getting rid of her so he wouldn’t have to go through a messy divorce??
“NOOO!” he mind screamed. “It CAN’T be!!!” But it was entirely possible.
…and then her lungs gave out as air spewed freely out of her nose…
NOOOO!
Melissa snorted water into her lungs, instantly causing her to start jerking and convulsing. She thrashed about on top of her Beemer, her mouth opening and closing like a fish behind the tape covering her lips. She stared upward toward the surface, snorting bubbles through her nose. But the surface was too far away to satisfy her heaving lungs.
…and then she was overcome by another orgasm, this one much stronger than the last…
Melissa jerked and bucked, her body involuntarily caught up in the mix of breathless agony and sexual pleasure before suddenly collapsing weakly onto the roof of her BMW. A small trickle of air streamed unhindered out of her nose, forced out by the pond water that was now filling her lungs. She gazed up at the surface in shock and horror, her last thoughts of her daughter Lindsay and whether or not her husband might allow something bad to happen to her next. Then the life flicked out of her eyes as her body gurgled with a sigh before becoming motionless…
Back at the surface the men watched the bubbles come up from the car. There were fewer and fewer until there were hardly any at all. A few moments later there was a small stream of bubbles that suddenly burbled up to the surface, almost as an after thought. Then there was nothing but tiny ripples set in motion by a handful of small, solitary bubbles coming up from the middle of the pond.
“Like I said, Mrs. Johnson,” the man in the sharp business suit murmured quietly, his eyes fixed on the rapidly stilling surface of the water. “It’s just business. I simply had to send a message your husband would fully comprehend. It was nothing personal, my dear.” Then the surface of the pond went still and he turned to his underlings.
“It’s time to go, gentlemen. I believe the pond is shallow enough that Melissa and her Beemer will be found soon enough. Perhaps this will convince Mr. Johnson to pay me the money he owes me.” Then the three of them turned and made their way back to his Lexus, not bothering to look back upon their handiwork that lay quietly submerged in the pond behind them…
© 2008; 2015 (written for Melissa Mar 29 ’08; ed. Nov 18 ‘15 by riwa)