It had happened so fast. Brianna should have known that something was wrong. You didn’t come home to an unlocked residence. She just assumed that she had failed to lock her door without thinking that she always had locked her door before. So why was it unlocked this time. Stupid, she thought.

She barely remembered what had happened after she closed the door. A smell of stale Old Spice. A hand over her face forcing nostrils and mouth to breath through a cloth laced with something smelly. Nothing permitting her to scream. An arm around her waist pulling her away from freedom. Picking her up so she could only flail at air. And the dark clouds of unconsciousness crowding her thoughts into one tiny hole where they clustered in fear 'til they slept. Darkness of dreaming. 

But not dreaming her last, she realized as groggily she swam to consciousness. She struggled as she became aware she was duct taped to a chair. Well not entirely, she found out struggling some more. T here was rope around her waist pulling her buttocks back into the chair. And rope covered by duct tape fastened her ankles to the chair legs as well. Still the tape binding her elbows, wrists, and knees to the chair kept her well tied easily enough. But the piece of duct tape across her mouth made it sound as if she had swallowed her voice. 

What was that!?

Brianna strained her hearing searching for sounds now that she was dispossessed of speech and sight. Her hearing dulled by nineteen years of city living heard more each minute she remained bound. The sounds were coming from her bedroom. Muffled sounds of speech, the scrap of a table leg on the carpet, a toilet tank lid being removed, the soft sound of a closet door closing. There were two of them and they were searching for something. But what. And then she heard "Kirk". A name and not one common at all. She knew both of them. They were the Thompson brothers, Kirk and Scotty. Their parents had been enamored with the original Star Trek series when these two were born and had named their brood after Star Trek characters - though how they could have plagued the twin girls with Spock and Doc. But that wasn’t her problem now. The Thompson brothers were. They were a couple of crack heads and with that she realized what they wanted.

She had a small stash but not enough to get both of them high. That was the problem. They’d take anything that wasn’t nailed down. She figured her computer and probably the TV as well. OK, she had insurance for that. What else?

She was not long in pondering that when the gauze bandage covering her eyes was ripped away. If she could have prepared herself for this, it wouldn’t have been a surprise. But her eyes revealed her recognition of the two boys. Scotty put his face two inches in front of hers.

"Told ya Brianna knew who we was. If you’d just kept yer mouth shut, she’da never have known. Ya know what we gotta do now!" 

"Gotcha, Scotty", he other said. He seemed to have the mind of a simpleton but was known to pull claws from helpless kittens. He leered at her watching the fear build up in her eyes. She began to squeal which was something he liked even better. She could only watch as Kirk sat on her lap and began unbuttoning her blouse. Looking down, she saw his pants begin to bulge. He pulled her white blouse off her shoulders and then unfastened her bra. Producing a knife as she squealed yet again, he cut both shoulder straps and removed her bra revealing snow white breasts to the air conditioning. She felt goose bumps run over her breasts as she closed her eyes. Tilting her head back, she began to whimper. Yet even as he kneaded her nipples gently between his fingers, she felt moisture forming between her legs. He stood as his hands left her breasts only to place one between her legs. She moaned yet again. 

"Ah, I got it", came Scotty’s voice from behind her. He returned and both men carried the chair and its occupant into the kitchen. She was placed with her back to the kitchen sink but not before she had seen the contrivance Scotty had created. It was a large bag with a hose affixed to one end with tape and the other end open. The hose was attached to the faucet.

She was shaking her head violently as they placed the bag over her head. Carefully, so as not to constrict her breathing, they sealed the bottom end by taping the bag around her neck. Kirk turned the faucet on. Slowly at first the bag accumulated water. She could see both brothers looking at her through the plastic. She wanted to tear those smiles off their faces; however, as the water filled the bag at its base near her neck, she realized all too clearly what the two twirps had in mind. Which would come first, drowning or asphyxiation? Soon the oxygen would be gone. And this would have some impact on the water level in the bag as well. Drowning or asphyxiation? Which?

She thrashed about as best she could. But that was not the key to her freedom. These guys were getting off watching her tits move to and fro. Not only that, she was going to die and that was setting them off, also. The water level rose to her chin as the bag became warmer. Of course, with oxygen depletion, the air would get warmer as it was recycled - especially as she exhaled again and again. And the reason for the tape was clear. It not only kept her from screaming but it kept the water out as well. Brianna moaned as the water rose slowly toward her nose. She began sweating. The moisture glistened on breasts and arms didn’t evaporate as a breeze blew through an open window. Moisture formed on the inside of the plastic bag obscuring her from the view of the brothers. Scotty reached up and wiped the plastic bag on her face clearing it for a while. She could see them searching her eyes, the entrance to her soul and enjoying the fear painted within. One of the reached and began fingering her vulva. She was surprised to feel the moisture herself. All she had thought about was the dank carbon-dioxide-laden air almost bereft of oxygen. Again she moaned. The water was so near her nose that she could almost feel it entering her lungs. She was inhaling rapidly. The more the oxygen was depleted, the more rapid she breathed. The water was at her nose. Which would come first, asphyxiation or drowning. She shook her head repeatedly in a futile endeavor to keep the life-giving liquid from taking her own existence. 

As droplets clung to her nose and tears flowed from her eyes, Brianna realized then that she was going to die. She fought and twisted. But she couldn’t even scream. Now It made no difference whether or not she was drowning or asphyxiating. A pain flowed into her lungs with each labored breath. A pain which seemed to explode within her brain bathing her mind in bathed in reds and yellows. Pain which she didn’t care to hide from the two brothers one of which was attempting to excite her sexually. She had no time for that. She was totally absorbed in dying. Darkness hovered near the fringes of her mind as the pain in her lungs became unbearable. Her eyes dilated beyond the brothers’ expectation seemed to bulge from their sockets. The darkness of death, descended upon her like a tropical night. She knew no more. The brothers may have used her in any manner they wished but she would never know.

With a start, Brianna sat up in bed breathing so rapidly that she thought she would need an oxygen tent. But of its own accord, her breathing slowed. She smiled thinking on how the dream had entered into every pore. But it was a dream after all. She felt a cool breeze over her damp skin to which her night gown clung. She through off the sheet and stood - well that was her intention. Something wet was on the floor. Turning on a light, she received a mild shock. But when she saw the wet bag attached to the hose with duct tape,.......