Posted by BlueLips on February 28, 2009 at 16:31:51:
Exhausted, Susie slumps through the front door of her townhouse and tosses her computer bag on the couch. Mondays, she thinks, are always the worst. She slips off her gray raincoat, dumps it on the floor, and peels off her wool sweater.
Dinner can wait. Susie wants a bath first. She kicks off her shoes and steps into the bathroom. She turns on the water and, while waiting for it to heat up, she tosses her hair a bit in the mirror. Her curls and the blonde dye are holding up, giving her a pert, cute look to go with 34-C breasts. She turns to the side and checks her butt. Not flat like a supermodel's, but not huge either. Plenty of men love that. She goes back to check the water. It's warming up.
She sighs, then yawns. She leaves the bathroom, unbuttoning her dark blouse to reveal the black bra underneath. Her bedroom is a mess. Closet door ajar, clothes everywhere. She tosses her blouse on the bed, then strips off her bra, then her jeans and panties, revealing a dark pubic triangle.
As she leaves the bedroom, she doesn't see the closet door swing open behind her.
She returns to the bathroom and, as she leans over to check the water again, something hits her hard on the back. It's an attempted karate chop by the man who's been waiting for her all evening. Susie falls forward, her stomach landing on the edge of the tub. Something hits her again, harder, a double-fisted blow to the back. "HUUNNNHHHH," she grunts out, still confused but starting to taste the adrenaline of fear. Her mind still hasn't fully calculated what's happening.
Her assailant throws her to the floor and kicks her in the gut twice. Susie doubles up, curled on her side, and gasps desperately, unable to make any sound. Then a cloth is stuffed into her face. Chloroform. The world goes black.
The man lays her out on her back and admires her form, squeezing her tits, taking his gloves off to stick naked fingers up her pussy. But he has other work to do. He produces two thick sturdy wires, like thick and smooth piano wires, from his pocket.
This tub has one of those metallic, circular drains with lots of little holes. A lever on the tub wall closes the drain. The man curls the end of one wire into a fishhook shape, sticking that end into the drain hole. It takes work and patience to get the wire to come out another drain hole, but he manages to do it. Then he pulls the wire halfway through. He's got two ends of it sticking out from under the drain.
He repeats this with the second wire. Now to test. Removing his shoes and socks, he steps into the drained but damp tub and pulls at all four wires. The drain cover doesn't budge. It's solidly embedded in the porcelain, or maybe fastened from below, just as he'd suspected when he broke in last week to form his plan.
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Susie moans as she awakens lying on her back. She's sore, and not just in her back and stomach, it's her arms too. She's on a hard surface.
She remebers suddenly what was happening and tries to sit up. Sharp pain stabs the front of her neck. She can't lift her head.
She turns her head side to side, confused, seeing close white walls. She's in the tub. She tries sitting up again, can't. Now she realizes her elbows are tied behind her back, muscles sore from the position, hands sore from bumping against the tub. Her ankles are tied together, too, and she's naked. The position of her arms makes her firm tits stand out at attention. Her pussy feels strangely sore, too. Has she been raped? Was she out that long?
The wires from the drain are snugly around Susie's throat. They're not tight enough to choke her or cut of circulation, but she's not able to move, and she won't have the strength to break through them or unravel the ends, which unbeknownst to her have been twisted up and superglued together.
Susie yells out for help. "Hey! HEY!" But the wrong person appears. It's the man who assaulted her. "What do you want?" she asks nervously, loudly, hoping someone else can hear.
He gazes at her. She can't see his face. With the bathroom lights behind him, he is in silhouette.
He leans over and turns on the water.
It hits Susie square in the face, and she sputters. She has no problem turning her head to get clear, but she can't move away any further. She starts to scream. "AIEEEEE!!!"
The water is tepid at first but warms up quickly. Susie screams again and again, her mind racing. Can anyone hear her? The bathroom is in the interior of her townhouse, no windows to the outside, but she thinks it abuts her neighbor's house, that divorced woman. That's probably her best hope of being heard. She screams again. She can't know that her neighbor's throat was slit hours ago.
A chill runs through Susie's blood as she realizes the drain is closed. Water is rising. "Oh god," she sobs. "What do you want? Take anything you want! You can have me! Anything!"
The water is reaching her lips already. She screams again but it's cut off as a trickle of water flows in the corner of her mouth. Susie closes her mouth and swallows, choking a little. She has to get her head tilted to a better angle.
A higher angle means putting her face right into the stream of water, though. She takes a deep breath and does it anyway. Then, with difficulty, she tilts her head backwards. It hurts her neck, and it hurts the top of her head against the tub, but she finds just enough slack in the wires to get her nose and mouth back behind the water flow. She shuts her eyes in concentration. She pants in short, hysterical gulps, trying to muster the air and the strength to scream again. She kicks her bound legs, trying to keep them raised to keep the water level down.
Something pushes on her legs, down, and suddenly a wave of water floods over her head. Susie manages one glubbing sound and panics for a moment, then feels the water recede. She carefully takes a test breath, and tasting air, she resumes breathing in deep gulps. She is paralyzed with fear, and hears tiny involuntary sounds from her throat with each breath. "Unh.... enh... unh....."
Something brushes her sides. It's the man. He's in the tub with her, pants off, on his knees.
The water is over Susie's ears. All she can hear now is the roar of more water coming into the tub.
It starts covering her nose. Susie bucks in panic, but the man's body keeps her legs from kicking out too much. "No!' she grunts, still strugging to keep her mouth clear of the water. "No! Please!"
It's at a point now where her struggling is causing waves that wash over her lips. Susie puckers up and gulps in what air she can, but occasional bits of water get through. She sputters and coughs. She manages one lucky gulp of air before the water covers her mouth again. She keeps squirming in panic, head still tilted back. Her neck and, surprisingly, stomach muscles are burning from the effort.
Seconds pass. Susie realizes the water is still covering her mouth. She kicks and flops, but no amount of turbulence is pushing the water low enough for her to breathe. She is underwater, except for her proud breasts poking above the surface.
Her neck muscles give out, and she returns to looking straight up. The water pounds her face for a moment but stops, as does the roaring. The water is off, but she is still submerged. Her lungs start to burn. Animal instincts take over as Susie's thrashing doubles.
A hand pushes down on her chest and squeezes one breast, and she feels a familiar hot splash against her nipple. In her haze of agony and fear, she manages to register a small amount of revulsion. Her killer is masturbating on her, getting off on her death.
Susie breathes out in an explosion of bubbles and a liquid scream that's audible from the surface. All her air goes out. Her lungs are on fire, and her legs are kicking and spasming, out of control. Her eyes snap wide open in panic, seeing only a dark shape above her.
She clamps her lips shut for as long as she can. The pain in her chest is unbearable. Her body spasms, and she involuntarily breathes in some water through her nose, instinctively swallowing it. Susie's body tries to scream one last time, but there is no air left. Lost in her agony, her mouth suddenly opens wide, as wide as possible. Susie spasms as she sucks the deadly water into her lungs. Her body twists and kicks violently. Then she is still.
The stranger hits the drain lever, and the water slowly starts to sink around Susie's corpse.