New Story: Sara’s Seaside Struggle Part One

It was another glorious afternoon at the beach resort of Peligero, just a few miles north of Punta de Mita on the west coast of Mexico, and Sara was resting on her white bed at the beach in her red string bikini enjoying the sun and the sea air. Fancy sunglasses protected her eyes from the glare of the sun, and she sipped on a cold drink of water that was then placed back on the low white table on her right side.

It has been a wonderful three days so far, except for all of the young men pestering me. Even though there many beautiful local women here, they don’t seem to be paying attention to the Mexican ladies at all, but they want to talk to me instead. Maybe it’s because of the light skin blue-grey eyes and blond straight hair, or it could be that they want to add an American woman to their conquests.

She did notice that every time that a man approached her, she did get a reproachful look from one of the ladies, but even that stopped eventually as they kept to themselves. It was after she was pestered again that one of the women approached Sara. She was about 5’11”, black hair, brown eyes, almond face, and she wore a black one piece swimsuit.

“Goon afternoon, my name is Melania. I notice that your rest is almost continually interrupted by the men, and I wish to apologise for the trouble that they are causing you.”

Hi Melania, I’m Sara. It’s not your fault, and even though it is a little flattering to have all these men paying attention to me, it is unfair to everyone else. I am sorry about that.”

Melania looked thoughtful. “There is a nice quiet spot around here that the women know, but we don’t tell the men because we want to keep it a secret. It is a little bay called Cala de la Muerte. My friends and I are planning to go there, and you are welcome to come along if you want some peace and quiet from male attention.”

Sara smiled “That would be wonderful, Melania. If you give me a moment, I’ll just pick up my beach bag and I will be ready to go with you.” She rose up off the bed, picked up her beach bag, and then went to follow Melania who was speaking to four other ladies in various types of swimwear. This is great! I’ll get a chance to visit a quiet beach with the local ladies and maybe even make some new friends.

As Sara caught up with Melania, she heard the woman say “This is Sara and she will be visiting the cove  with us. I want to make sure that she has a full taste of Peligero hospitality.” At this the other women nodded and picked up their bags, with one bag being handed to Melania. “All you have to do is follow me, Sara.” At this the Mexican woman started to walk towards a point in the trees where there seemed to be no path.

“Where is the path, Melania?” Sara asked.

“The path is about ten feet beyond the trees, so you have to know where it is before you can find it. You need not worry Sara, we know where it is.” Melania answered, walking into the trees.

Sara followed her and sure enough the trail was clearly visible once they had moved ten feet or so into the trees, and the six women walked down it. She took in the sounds, smells and sights of the wood, and soon they went up over a rise which cut out the sounds from the resort leaving them with only their own sounds and the sounds from the wood. The naive American woman did not notice that there were two women behind her, one in front, and one on either side.

A minute later, Melania halted, turned around, and said “Wait for a moment.”

“Why, what’s the problem?” Sara asked.

Melania gave a malevolent smile and said “You. NOW!”  Sara screamed as each arm was grabbed by a woman on each side and her ankles were held by the women behind her. Moments later, she found herself pinned face down to the ground by the four women and Melania said “You will keep quiet if you know what’s good for you.”

OMG! Who are you? Are you robbers, kidnappers! Just please don’t hurt me! Sara whimpered as she lay on the floor. You lot have tricked me! It was just to get me out here so that you can do what you want!

“First, we are going to ensure your silence. Strip the whore!” Melanie ordered.

Sara squealed as the girl on her right side held her hands and the other on the left untied her bikini top, while one of the ladies behind her unfastened the strings on her bottom. A moment later, she felt even more humiliated as her garments were removed, and she lay there naked and helpless on the floor. The two ladies handed the bikini parts to Melania, who rolled them into a single tight ball.

She knelt down in front of Sara and commanded “Open your mouth wide!” The captive refused at first, until Melania said “If you wish, we can open your throat with a knife and put these down there.”

Sara opened her mouth wide in fear, the items were inserted in and the material forced her tongue back and caused her cheeks to bulge. Then Melania took out a white scarf, wrapped it around Sara’s mouth and knotted the ends very tightly at the back of the embarrassed woman’s neck. Oh No! I’ve just been gagged with my own bikini! And this is probably only the start.

The Mexican lady took several lengths of thin white cord out of her bag, walked around to Sara’s left side, knelt down and took hold of the captive woman’s hands. What are you going to do now? Please, you’re not going to tie me up as well! Sara’s hands were placed together, palm to palm and the helpless American experienced discomfort as a cord was tightly wrapped around her wrist several times before it was cruelly cinched and knotted off.  She yelped through her gag as the evil woman pulled her elbows together so that they touched, and a second rope bit into her skin as it was wound around so tightly that it seemed that her elbows were going to end up crushed. This was also cinched and tied, adding further misery and pain to the poor captive. Then she felt the looping of the end of a rope around her right ankle, and then the left ankle was treated in the same manner.

“Lift the bitch up.” Melanie ordered and a moment later, Sara found that she was back on her feet. As she looked down, she could see that there was a length of cord with the ends connected to her ankles that would allow about two feet of distance. I cannot fight, cannot scream for help, and I am unable to run away! I am completely at the mercy of these insane ladies, and I don’t think that there is going to be any mercy.

“Can I punish the whore, Melania?” One lady asked.

“Certainly.” Melania said, throwing the woman a long piece of cord. The woman caught it and tightly wound it around Sara’s chest at her breasts, and the rope pressed into her nipples as it was tightly pulled and knotted off.

Another lady said “How about the bitch whip?” Melanie passed another length of thin rope to this woman, who then went behind Sara. The poor captive watched as the cord was looped around her waist and wrists twice and then it was tied at her hands. “MMMGMM!” Cried Sara as the rope was then taken between her legs, looped over the waist rope at the front and then pulled and knotted firmly. This caused Sara to yelp again, as the rope buried itself into the petals of her flower.

The leader of the woman brought out another cord with a snare knot on the end and put it around Sara’s neck. “Now you American whore, you can either keep up with me, or you can fall over and I will drag you along the floor by your neck. You may choose which way to move, but you may prefer to walk.” Melania then continued down the path.

Helpless, dejected and beaten, the sadistically bound Sara followed her captor. You’re not kidnapping me, nor are you after money. What is it that you want from me!? She whimpered as she was lead further along the path...

Eventually the path lead out of the woods and into a small cove, and Sara would have considered it beautiful in normal circumstances. However, as her bindings hurt with each movement of her body, she was far more concerned about what fate awaited her. Today, paradise has been turned into hell, and I do not think that my fate is going to be a good one. As she was lead to the beach, she noticed that the sun was lower down now and sunset was probably only an hour or so away.

Melania pulled Sara down the beach, stopped, and then said “Put the whore on the sand!”

The four other women took hold of Sara and she soon found herself in a prone position. The hobbling rope was taken off her ankles, and then her right leg was bent at the knees so much that her heel pressed into her bottom. A rope was sadistically wrapped around her right thigh and ankle, causing further distress to the damsel and forcing her to cry out before a secure knot was tied. Then her left leg was placed in the same way, and another rope added more discomfort as the left thigh and ankle were tied together.

The women then placed the helpless captive into a kneeling position on the sand, with Melania in front of her, and the other ladies took up places on the left and right of the leader. The Mexican stood smiling and said “Did you really think that an American whore like yourself would try to steal our men and not get away with it!”

Your men? They were your men? But, I didn’t try to steal them, they were pestering me! Sara shook her head and pleaded with her eyes, but the woman ignored her.

“You deliberately showed off your pale skin and your breasts to the men, so that you could cast a spell on them, and then you used your hair and eyes to steal their souls!” Again Sara shook her head, but again the women didn’t care.

“You were very stupid if you thought that you were going to get away with your vile acts without punishment! You are an American bitch, and we are going to make you suffer for your crimes.”

Sara’s face now carried a look of terror. OMG! you’re going to torture me on this beach! I wish I had never listened to you!

“The fact you are stupid made it very easy for us to lure you here.” Melania walked behind Sara and then knelt down. “Your first punishment is about to begin. Let’s show this bitch how we punish whores who use their breasts in trying to steal our men!”

Sara screamed as the woman took a firm hold of the hair and pulled it down, forcing the captive’s head back severely. Her screaming continued as the other women pinched her breasts and nipples with their fingernails, tormenting every inch of the area. This is horrible and the worst thing is, I didn’t even want these men. Just how long to you plan to torture me?

This continued for some time with Sara thinking that every pinch was worse than before, until the leader finally called a halt to the proceedings. “Now it’s time to punish the bottom that was swayed before the eyes of our men.”

No! Please no! Melania forced Sara face down onto the sand by pulling her hair and ensured that she faced the sea. Then the helpless girl screamed again as fingernails dug into the soft skin of her bottom and upper thighs, adding more misery and suffering to her existence.

It seemed like an eternity to Sara, and it must have been some time, because when it ended, the lower edge of the sun’s disc was very close to the horizon. The poor lady felt bruised and battered on her breasts and bottom. Then more cord was wound tightly around both of her ankles, and Sara knew that she would be unable to pull her legs apart. Next, she could feel one end of a length of rope was tied to her gag at the back of her neck, her head was pulled back by her hair, and then the other end was looped around the ankle rope and tied off, which left Sara’s head pulled back in a very uncomfortable position.

“One final touch to your torment, bitch.”

A piece of thin cord had one end tied to Sra’s hair, and the other end was pulled tight and knotted to her big toes. You’ve tied my hair to my feet I can’t move an inch like this, unless I end up breaking my neck and all I can do is look at the sea! As she looked out at the ocean, she could see the sun start to dip below the horizon.

The five women then stood in front of Sara, all with evil smiles on their faces. Melanie looked down with contempt at her victim and said “I am going to offer you two choices. One, we take you back to a hut and torment you for the rest of the night, and then free you. Or two, we will just leave you alone. The choice is yours, blink once, or twice.”

There really is no choice, either you don’t do it, or you will. I’d rather be left alone rather than be tortured by you and your harpies any more.

Sara blinked twice and Melania said “Please blink twice again to confirm that you want to be left alone.” The captive did so and all of the women burst into laughter, as they all walked off, except Melania who remained where she stood.

There was a look of consternation on Sara’s face as the others left. Wait, you’re not going to untie me? You can’t leave me like this! I could die of thirst in a few days time!

Melania smiled even more at the look on her captive’s face. “You chose to be left alone, and we are doing just that. If you’re worried about dying of thirst, don’t worry as we are not that cruel.” Sara looked relieved at this point. “Let me explain the title of this little bay. ‘Cala de la Muerte’ means Cove of Death.” At this, the captive started to look very worried. “This is because anything in the water, like a swimmer gets taken by the currents far out to sea.” Sara looked more fearful and started to struggle against her bonds. “You need not worry about that though whore, because you will already have drowned when that happens. Didn’t you notice that the tide is already coming in?”

Sara was now filled with terror and writhed against her bonds uncontrollably. “Enjoy the end of the sunset, as it will be your last. I must make my way back to the resort now, so even if your body is discovered I will have been with other people at the time of your death. Plus, this place is rumoured to be haunted by evil spirits of the drowned after nightfall. Also, you are not the first whore that we have dealt with as you are the fifth American woman we have taken down here, and the fifth that wanted to be left alone. Enjoy your death.” With that, Melania walked away from Sara, leaving her to her fate.

Sara started to scream as loud as she could through her nose, even though she knew such an action would not save her. You sadistic monsters! You’ve leaving me to drown! I’m going to die here! She pulled and twisted against her bonds, even though every attempt was pointless and just caused her more suffering. Please, don’t let this happen to me! Don’t let me die like this! Her eyes were transfixed on the ebb and flow of the waves and watched as it moved ever closer to her.

Then the doomed woman screamed again and louder at the first touch of the sea water against her breasts, and she knew that it wouldn’t be much longer before her death. There is no hope of rescue, all I can hope for is to die quickly and that drowning isn’t too bad a way to go. Very soon after, the waves were lapping against her chin, and it seemed as she had minutes left.

She starting screaming one last time, not out of any chance of alerting someone, but purely out of fear, and even these were stifled as the water lapped over her nose. Maybe I shouldn’t try to fight for life, perhaps I should accept my fate and get it over with by breathing in the water.

Then there was one more flow and the ebb which did not allow Sara’s nose to be uncovered...