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4
The gang is hanging out in their usual spot. About three months have passed since the latest killing, and all has gone well, for the three friends, that is. Their victims, on the other hand, had suffered three terrible, terrible deaths, in the hands of these ruthless children. Daniel had advised that a small break was necessary, for the heat to cool off, and the small town they lived in to return to normalcy. As a result, the after-school meetings consisted of little more than of Frederique's macabre poetry, Daniel's trivia vomit, and Annita's innocent child-games. And of course, a lot, but a lot of discussions over who, how, and why, deserved to die.
All this was history. Today, as Daniel prepared the same old pencil trick, as he had the first time, Annita could not contain herself with excitement, shaking from head to toe, while Frederique, the expressionless goth, sported a restrained smile, something rarer than an full eclipse. "It's time for another murder round", announced Daniel, adding some flair to his presentation. As the two teenage girls pulled their respective pencils simultaneously, Annita screeched from joy, causing both the other kids to clasp their hands over their ears. The little ball of energy that was Annita, had won the raffle. She had a wide smile that fully showed her braces. She would get to kill someone for the second time in a row.
VICTIM NUMBER FOUR: ADRIANNA PENNERO
The blonde girl had decided that she wanted to snuff the woman that babysat her for 2 and a half years as a little kid. The cute, college girl of Mexican origins, was babysitting 6 year old Annita, while her parents were away for business, or out on an intimate night. She wasn't an irresponsible or abusing babysitter per se, but always did the bare minimum, regarding the child she took care of, usually forcing little Annita to stay at the living room, where she could keep an eye on her, while she mindlessly flicked through the T.V. She never let her eat any candy, or stay up later than usual, something that drove her furious. Their time together one of absolute boredom. Adrianna didn't care that much about children, the 21 year was just trying to earn some easy beer money for herself. Annita despised her ever since. It was time for her to repay the grudge.
Now at 31, the beautiful Juanita had settled down, and had a 1 year old baby with her husband. After some searching from Daniel and Frederique on social media and public info, they tracked down the dark haired Latina, and found her residence, an apartment place, located at the big city, 40 minutes away by bus.
The kids would have to skip the last two classes of the day, in order to make it in time back to their homes, without raising any suspicions. It wasn't the first time anyone had done this, so it was a piece of cake, for them to meet at the bus stop at around 12:00. Frederique posed as Daniel's older sister, in order to get him a ticket. On the way there, Daniel whispered the plan for one last time.
Annita was standing alone outside the door of the apartment. The nametag on the bell "Juarez-Pennero", a further proof they were at the right place. Frederique and Daniel were standing at the end of the long hall, there had to be at least 8 apartments in each level. "Come on Annita, keep it together!" yelled-whispered the goth-girl, her friend unable to contain her enthusiasm, all jittery from the prospect of taking her former babysitter's life. The blonde girl finally composed herself, took a deep breath, and pressed her finger on the bell, causing a fake, bird-chipping sound. The two kids watched, far outside the field of vision.
An attractive Mexican woman opened the door, holding her baby boy with one arm. She was wearing a simple yellow top and sexy, slim fitting jeans which she had worn to go grocery shopping. "Hi...can i...help you?" the woman hesitated at first. "Really? I didn't grow up so fast, Adrianna", replied Annita with a smirk."…Annita, is that...you?" she remembered the aged kid, from so many years ago. Adrianna waved the girl inside, unaware of her sinister intentions. She placed 2 year old Michael on his baby-chair, and chit-chatted for a brief moment with Annita. "I would love a cup of tea!" Annita replied with a smile to the woman's offer. As Adrianna made her way to the kitchen, Annita silently opened her front door, where Daniel and Frederique waited outside. Once all three children were inside the house, Annita approached the woman's baby, and picked him up in her arms.
"It should be ready in..." Adrianna's words were cut short, at the shocking sight in front of her eyes. Annita was holding her only child, a very sharp blade inches away from the baby's neck. The baby looked confused and uneasy, not so much from the life-threatening weapon, as much as the stranger holding him. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ANNITA?!" the woman's terrified question wasn't answered, before another, regarding the two new, strange kids inside her apartment, rose. Both a young, short boy and a taller girl were looking at her blankly, with latex white gloves over their hands to avoid leaving fingerprints.
"Do as they say and your baby will be safe", said the small blonde girl with fire in her eyes. She loved how much she controlled the woman at that moment. A few threats from the angry mother were soon followed by teary-eyed pleads to let her child go, but Adrianna's predicament was simple and inescapable. With Annita holding a knife to her baby, at a safe distance from her, the woman had no choice but to comply.
Daniel and Fred got to work, ordering the woman to sit on a wooden, antique-type chair, which would work great for what Annita had in mind. They rolled multiple coils of duct tape around each wrists and forearm, so that her arms were pinned on the delicate arm-rests. Her mouth was gagged with more tape that was tightly wound around her head three times. Her full breasts were now heaving up and down with her worried breathing that often translated into faint, pitiful moans.
Finally, the two kids tightly restrained each ankle, strapping it tightly against the bottom of the chair's front legs, then more around the top of Adrianna’s calves, right under where the chair’s legs met the seat. The young woman watched the children work on her bondage with eyes that conveyed a mix of shock, fear and disbelief, occasionally trying out a defiant pull or a jerk, with no result. The baby was now crying, throughout its mother's binding, sensing that things weren't how they should be. Annita tried to coo the baby by rocking it in her arms.
It was clearly stated to her, that any scream or call for help would result in the death of her child, so all the 31 year old MILF could do was quietly sob and whimper, pleading at them with her eyes, more than with her useless words.
About 10 rather idle minutes have passed. A creepily calm atmosphere was now present in the room. The oldest member of the club, Frederique had taken Adrianna's baby in her arms, her touch weirdly comforting him and stopping his crying. The mother herself had tired herself from her pointless struggling, and was nervously waiting, bound in the chair, her eyes fixed on the tall Goth-girl holding her child and playing peek-a-boo with him. Daniel, along with Annita, had gone to the kitchen to retrieve the tea that was now ready. The kids were running ahead of schedule, so time was not much of an issue. The room’ silence was broken when they returned to the living room, holding three cups of hot tea.
"Did you pack the cling film?" asked Annita, sipping from her cup. "Yes...you asked me like 5 times, already!" answered a fed up Daniel. "Clear, nylon wrap", confirmed Annita again, with the boy giving a reassuring, tired nod.
After enjoying their tea, the kids were ready to move on. Annita approached her chair-ridden babysitter and straddled her, seating on the Latina's lap, facing her with each of her skinny legs on either side of Adrianna’s torso. The bound woman looked at her with wide, worried eyes, nervously shifting her body in her bonds again. She couldn’t move her arms or legs at all, so that was pretty much her doom.
"Nice and comfy!" said the girl with a braces-full smile. “Knife, please”, she opened her palm towards Frederique, who handed her the blade. Adrianna started moaning loudly and struggling harder, thinking that her throat was about to get sliced. “Don’t move your face now, silly, or you’ll get slashed!” Annita told the woman in a cheerful, advising tone rather than a threatening one, as she placed her hands on her head and removed the tape that sealed her lips. As soon as the MILF’s lips were free, Annita had the blade against her neck, to stop an incoming scream.
"Please, why are you doing this, Annita? What have i done to you? Didn't we have a good time, together?" The mother tried to reason with the 15 year old girl. "I don't remember having such a good time, Adrianna", replied the girl, in a casual, inquisitive tone. "As a matter of fact, i remember being very bored around your company..." she continued, taking out the nylon wrap roll and beginning to unravel it.
Before the woman could utter another attempt at negotiating, the kid swiftly placed the clear plastic wrap over her former caretaker's face and started winding it around her head. “No...NOOO” was all Miss Pennero got to utter before the cling film smothered her nose and agape mouth. Daniel approached to help Annita with the “wrapping” job, pulling the wrap tightly around the woman’s face and sealing it around her neck and over her head, so that no air could find its way inside.
The woman produced a shrieking, albeit muffled noise, the result of unsuccessfully trying to inhale air. The plastic fabric was making a perfect seal over her open mouth and nose, its clear nature presenting all of her panic and terror and agony in all their glory. Daniel and Annita were satisfied after about 8 or 9 wraps of the cling film, leaving it do its thing. Adrianna let out these unearthly groans that come when you air has no way to go. She shook her head maniacally, but despite her efforts, was unable to dislodge the suffocating plastic prison. Wherever she “turned”, it was there. Her hands grasped at nothing, secured on the armrests, her legs tried to kick, but were pinned down. Annita only felt a few light bounces on her human seat, as her babysitter’s fight for life caused her to jerk her torso all over her seat.
All the while throughout the woman's dying last moments, Frederique held her little boy in her arms, cradling him up and down and side to side, as Daniel was now searching his bag for a moderately large hammer, useful for the next part of the plan.
Adrianna pointlessly flailed in place, her bonds granting her only minimal movement, and certainly not posing any threat for Annita’s plans. Her moans were getting all the more desperate, but also more exasperated by the obvious lack of oxygen. “See, I told you they make the weirdest sound when they die like this…”Annita turned to her two friends. She had the best sit in the house for this murder. She cradled the dying woman’s face between her arms, looking through eyes full of terror through the clear plastic. Adrianna had no energy left for shrieks and screams, only the occasional death-rattle moan that dared to defy her end.
Her motions became weaker and weaker, with every passing second; Annita did not have to hold on this bull rodeo anymore. Her beautiful chest was bouncing up and down, her lungs burning for air.
After a few more seconds, she stopped struggling her body slouched forward, her head dangling on the side of the chair with eyes frozen in terror, her mouth hanging open, starved dry of air.
"Keep the wrap on, just to be sure she doesn't wake up. Sometimes they simply pass out", informed Daniel, and Annita complied.
The trio got to the last part of Daniel's plan, trashing Adrianna's household. The hammer made things easier for him, not that the two girls had any trouble smashing down furniture, or breaking stuff. It had to look like a robbery, had took place. That part of the city was already infamous for each gang violence and criminal activity. The kids took a big stash of jewellery from the couple's bedroom's cupboard, along with some cash they found on the drawers. The girls didn't like any of the accessories, despite the fact some of them were gold or silver. They would just trash it in a bin once they were at a safe distance, along with the money.
Next, Frederique got a big, beer bottle, he found in the woman's fridge, and approached the dead woman, still lifeless in her chair. The kids pulled down the dead woman’s slim jeans and her tanga panties, just enough to reveal her nether regions, as with her legs bound spread they pull them down to her knees. It wasn’t necessary. Fred simply jammed the glass object violently inside the woman's vagina. Daniel thought it would be better if the murder had a sexual connotation to it. It made more sense that the group of thieves raped the helpless mother, instead of just killing for no apparent reason. The necropsy would show the signs of penetration.
As the two younger kids held each of the woman's - already unresponsive - legs spread , for the goth chick to penetrate her, Annita whined. "Wait, why didn't we do this earlier when she was alive?" "Because it's easier", explained Daniel. He was right. A struggling rape victim would take more of their time than a passive one.
After a good three minutes of pounding with both hands, to the point where she drew blood out of their speechless victim, Frederique called it quits, and the gang packed things up and prepare to leave, baby Michael tucked in in his crib. His mother was left duct-taped to her chair, with her pants slid down her thighs and the cling film encasing her face.
5
As the attention of the murders around the kids' cycle rose, so would suspicions. The Club voted for the next victim to be a random person, unattached to any of the three members. It didn't take long for them to a cute girl, a casually dressed 23 year old brunette, for their target. Frederique had checked Alyssa out in the supermarket, wearing skinny jeans and a cute tank top. She carefully followed her route home, which was in the suburbs. After lying to their parents about a sleepover at a friends house, they were ready. Daniel, Fred and Annita would have the whole weekend ahead of them, to play with their new toy.
VICTIM NUMBER 5: ALYSSA TREVOR
Alyssa was a normal girl, by many accounts, she worked as a waitress at a nearby bar, something her looks might have helped with, but she wasn't a dump bimbo by a long-shot. She had a degree in economics, and was looking for the right time to pursue her desired profession. Until then, she had the privilege of staying in her own comfortable single-storey house, left to her by her grandpa.
She didn't expect anyone Saturday morning, relaxing at home in front of the T.V, off work. The doorbell sound was met with a raised eyebrow. "Good morning, would you like to buy some scout-cookies?", a cute blonde girl with braces on her big smile, was at the door step. "Ummmmm", Alyssa politely was taken aback. "Sure, i'll buy a box", the girl replied, thinking that she heard the kitchen door slam shut. "It's 5 dollars for these ones, 7 for those with the chocolate chips", Annita talked over the sound, which eventually was ignored by Alyssa. As she dug inside her wallet, Alyssa suddenly felt a hand smother her face from behind her, and something sharp across her neck. "Stay still, bitch, or i'll start poking holes", she heard Frederique whisper in her ear. She couldn't yet see the woman that held her at knife-point, only feel the blade against her soft flesh. With her mouth handgagged, nervously breathing from the nose on Fred's hand, she saw another kid, a boy this time, that was already working with the so-called "girl-scout", running coils of tape around her jeans, at the ankles, and then again around her knees. The goth girl held the group's captive firmly with both hands, as they finished wrapping her wrists behind her back, running some more tape around her torso and arms, before finally addressing the scared woman.
"Open your mouth, but don't make any sound", said Daniel to her. She wanted to scream as loud as her lungs held, but Fred was pressing the blade so far towards her neck, she had already drawn some blood. The kids took out a big chunk of cotton pads, almost larger than what their palms could hold, and shoved them in Alyssa's open mouth, illiciting a whiny, pleading response from the girl, that sounded like "please, don't gag me", which ironically, was not very distinguisable. The duct tape was winded three times around her head, effectively sealing the cotton in.
First thing the did, after tossing their wrapped up plaything on the couch, was close of all the blinds, as the house was at ground-level, and any random passer-by could see through them, across the small front porch. "Ffff, this uniform is so hot", Annita complained while removing her decoy outfit. Alyssa on the other hand, had regained some of her courage and strength, twisting and turning on the sofa, trying pointlessly to break free from her bonds. Her angry moans went unanswered, with so much padding stuffed in her mouth, the kids didn't need to worry much.
The kids made themselves comfortable in Alyssa's place, after all, they would be here for a while. They ate all of the fake girl-scout cookies, Annita had actually bought from a convenience store, nearby. Daniel occasionally checked her bonds for any circulation problems, but mostly for any tears at the tape, but he found none. After switching through the T.V channels for about an hour, they got bored, and started getting interested in their lovely victim
"You know what i've heard is terrifying? Waterboarding", Annita answered before the two other's had a chance to guess. "Isn't that where you smother a prisoner with water, so they feel like they're drowning?", enquired Frederique. "That's correct", said Daniel, a usual know-it-all. Alyssa was staring at them with wide eyes, in pure disbelief. They hadn't stolen anything, or asked her for anything else. Why would they just torture her for no reason? She couldn't come up with an answer.
Annita returned from the bathroom with two towels, and put them under the kitchen sink, until they were drenched well. The kids sat side by side on the couch, with their helpless victim on their laps, Fred holding her feet, Daniel her thighs, while Annita had Alyssa's face, cradled on her lap. "I'll count to three, and you take a deep breath, ok?", the little girl hunched over the bound woman. She responded by struggling and protesting. She didn't want to play the game they had in mind. Luckily, the kids were ahead of that, and held her down securelly. After tiring out, Annita asked her captive again. "Now, that you're paying more attention. Three counts and breath in, ok?"
The poor woman was half-sobbing already, but replied with the slightest nod, aknowledging defeat. "Ok...one...", before she even reach "two", Annita pressed the soaked towel, hands on either side, over Alyssa's face. "Hehehe, it's more fun when they are not prepared", Annita laughed at her trickery. Alyssa of course, had breathed in almost nothing
and she was having a very rough time, within seconds, the water on the towel, blocking all aiways to her nose, but also, dripping down though her nostrils, effectively drowning her.
With her hands tied behind her back, her legs and her head firmly held still by hands, the woman jerked frantically for a few more seconds, producing no sound, until Annita finally removed the wet cloth. Alyssa's nose flaired at the precious intake of oxygen, still in shock from the experience. "Ready for one more round?", asked Annita without wasting time, and brought the towel again over the girl's face.
The kids "played" like that for a good half-hour, taking turns suffocating the pretty brunette, who could only moan pathetically, hoping for some mercy. There were times, where she couldn't even do that, only succumb to the horrifying experience, to focused on staying alive.
It was getting dark so they kids thought it was time to eat something. They all craved pizza, so they ordered - from a place far enough to not know who leaved at this house, not before stashing their bound captive inside her bedroom closet, and baring it shut with a coat-hanger. They didn't want the delivery guy to see her in that state. "should we feed her something? asked Frederique, as she slurped her double-pepperoni slice. "What for? She only has till tomorrow!", said Annita. "It's not nice...", commented Daniel. Besides, she won't have the energy to be fun, without food. They opened the closet to find Alyssa, as they had left her, bound and gagged. In complete darkness, she had been feeling the place around for anything sharp, to cut her bonds with, but as was obvious, that she hadn't made much progress. They brought her to kitchen, and promised to feed her if she didn't scream, and that if she did, they would gag her and leave her starving for the night.
The frightened girl was indeed hungry, so she obeyed. Daniel fed her with his hand, as her wrists remained bound behind her back. "What are you going to do to me?", Alyssa asked after the first bite, with a trembling voice. "Don't stress about that too much, just take is step by step", Daniel falsely reassured her, handing her another bite and a sip of water. After a while, the girl returned to the pressing matter. "Please let me go...i have a box with over 1000 dollars, on my bottom drawer. Take it, and whatever you want. I won't snitch on you", the girl begged them, thinking her offer was good enough.
"We don't want your money", Frederique replied. "THEN WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS! PLEASE...LET ME GO!", Alyssa's tone had been raised alarmingly. Annita shoved two or three scarves, she found in her bedroom, in her mouth, and used another one over them to keep them there. Alyssa had clearly overstepped her boundaries. She would definitely not be getting any more food or water from that point on. To drive the point further across, Daniel threw the helpless girl on the floor, and put his leg on her chest, pressing it considerably, cutting of the air from her lungs. "Don't do that again!", he spoke calmly and softly, his actions were loud and clear.
It was around 3 A.M. Annita shared the small double bed in Alyssa's bedroom, while Frederique slept on the sofa, hugging the bound Alyssa like a bodypillow. The girl was still wrapped up with tape, still in the same orange tank top and skinny jeans she was in when the kids visited her. But the goth-girl was restless. Something inside of her was knocking around. The feeling of the girl's body, pressed up against her own, made sleeping almost impossible. She had closed 18 years of age, a couple of months ago, and with not many (or any) lovers to speak, she found herself often aroused. Alyssa had trouble sleeping too, but for different reasons, namely trying to find an opportunity to escape.
As she was being spooned by her captor, the dark haired girl felt suddenly two hands, groping her C-cup breasts, poking from the tape that surrounded her chest, under and above them. "MMmmmmmMMM!", she let out a worried moan, but the hands kept roaming across her body, not stoping. "MMMMMMMMMMM", the worries turning into protests, but Frederique didn't care for her consent. She pinned the bound girl on the sofa, and mounted her chest, her trusty pocket-knife in hand. "Don't make me slit your throat, please...", her voice was not cold and snob as before, but more deep and sensual, like she was actually asking this of her. She slowly removed the gag from the girl's mouth, and told her to open her mouth. The girl, with silent tears rolling down her eyes, obeyed, only watching as the younger woman moved the sharp blade past her pretty lips, touching her tongue with the wide part of the knife. Frederique stood there, locking eyes with her prey, who only waited for what she decided came next.
She let the blade still in there, savoring the moment, of her fearful prey, taking in the spectacle. She was already, involuntarily, rubbing her nipple with her free hand, as she had mounted the tied up girl's body. With her two friends, still fast asleep in the bedroom, Fred removed the knife and raised her right leg, only to remove the white panties from it, leaving the underwear around the other leg as it was, her short black skirt, still around her cute waist. Alyssa faintly shook her head left and right, she didn't dare to object audibly, to what was clearly about to happen. Her 18-year-old, dark haired captive swifted her weight close to Alyssa's face, positioning her prestine, untouched pussy over the woman's sweet lips, only leaving room for her eyes. With her thighs, she prohibited any movement of the girl's head, away from her sex. Still, as she lowered her naked crotch over Alyssa's face, she didn't feel much excitement down there, even though her notheregions were very much smothering Alyssa's mouth and nose.
"Come on, move that tongue inside", she said, producing again the blade's edge, pointing right at the girl's eye, an inch away. That helped move things a bit, as Fred immediately felt the girl's tongue begin to work its way full of liffe, around and through her labia. "Owww...", Frederique let out a soft moan, finally that's more what she had in mind. That felt so good, was it from the sear domination over that total stranger, was it the effect her wet tongue had on her pussy? It was probably a combination. By now, Fred was grinding her hips, over the smothered woman's face. She was clearly in need of oxygen most of the time, but Fred didn't give a single fuck, only crashed her face more with her naked thighs, pulling her hair even tighter to her crotch with one hand, the other hand over her mouth to not wake up the others. Soon, she errupted with a strong orgasm, her juices smeared on the girl's tomato-red face. Her rapist regagged her with her own white panties, and fell asleep in true bliss, with Alyssa wrapped in her arms.
The next morning, the kids woke up and made their way to the kitchen bar, making good use of Alyssa's cereal and milk, along with some fresh orange juice. The even offered a glass to the girl, who was in real need of some nutrients, so she complied this time. As they were relaxing in front of the cartoon channel, with Alyssa properly tied up and gagged, as always, the phone rang. They didn't paid much attention to it, only it rang again, 15 minutes after, and then again, 40 minutes later. The caller I.D wrote "Mom and Dad". There might be trouble, Daniel thought. The next time they phone rang, they ungagged their captive, and made it perfectly clear that she had to act totally natural. With the blade firmly across her neck, the girl tried her best not to make her voice tremble. "Hi mom....yeah...i'm fine...", the mother's voice was also audible from the speakers. "We thought we might come and visit you with your father", the older woman's voice said on the opposite line. Immediately, Alyssa felt the Fred's blade almost cut into her, and Daniel and Annita signalling her to "turn them away". "IIII don't think...you can visit.... i'm in a rough spot right now...", Alyssa tried her best to sound in need of help, without setting her captors off. Their parents only politely agreed to her "request", and promised they would stop by the upcoming weekend.
"How come she had a pair of underwear in her mouth?", a puzzled Annita asked Frederique. "I don't know, guess underwear cut off sound very well...", Fred played dumb. "Well lets put some more on her!", they girl cheered and started removing her own pair. "I peed a little on it this morning, it was an accident!", she giggled, as she layed the yellow-stained panties over the girl's face, forcing her to breath in her dirty mess through her nose. "we should play like a game with her!", Annita was getting hyped up by the minute. To Alyssa's dismay, the little ball of energy wanted to see her naked, and so, her clothes were removed in not time. After Daniel applied some new, tighter coils of tape, around Alyssa's ankles, knees and elbows, Annita had decided that the group would play "Marco Polo". As the girl rose to her toes to tie a blue scarf around and over the bound girl's eyes, she could only stand straight, with her legs and her arms bound. "Your IT, so we're going to hide and you shout "Marco" to find us", Annita explained the very obvious rules to the poor girl. Her face was still mostly covered with Annita's filthy panties, and her mouth packed with another pair and gagged with round of duct tape.
The kids took positions in the large kitchen-living room - Daniel just stood sitting on the kitchen bar, where he already was, Alyssa bound like a sausage, naked in the middle of the room. Alyssa was clearly in distress, not wanting to play a stupid kids' game, let alone in that state. "COME ON! SAY MARCO!", Annita walked up to her and smacked the blinded girl in the face. She let out a painful cry and said "MMmrrcmmmm", which was her attemtpt at saying "Marco". The kids had some laughs, watching the girl hop around the house, to find them, and maybe end this misery. Daniel watched the way her pretty C-cup breasts, jiggled up and down as she hopped. But Annita was enjoying this more than anybody.
Playtime was over, for now, and the kids prepared some spaggetti, with a sauce they found in Alyssa's fridge. This time, they actually sat down the bound, nude woman with them, removing her gag, if only for a few minutes. She looked sweaty from the forced exercise and generally exhausted from everything she'd been through. She was just thankful to be able to eat something, albeit she was getting hand-fed by Fred, with her hands remaining tied. "What do you do, like, for a living?", Daniel asked her, while the group ate together. "I...i'm a waitress...", the girl responded surprised that they actually addressed her like a human being. "Waiter is a dumb person's job", Daniel replied. "You don't look dumb to me", he continued. "I...", again frozen by the actual conversation, "i have a degree in economics...", she simply replied. "See, i knew you were smart...", the boy smiled at her. "Do you a boyfriend?", he continued with the personal questions. "...no...not..at the moment...", she answered, not sure why really, with a shy voice, probably a result of the overall submissiveness her situation brought upon her. As strange as it seemed, this boy had a lot more power over her, than she had over him. Daniel simply returned to his meal, Alyssa not sure if she had started warming up to him or not. Unfortunately for her, Daniel's small talk did nothing to increase his empathy towards the girl, as was expected.
Afternoon was a hot one, and all three friends took a nap on the couches and the two sofas, their naked hostage left bound on the floor to do whatever. Complete peace filled the house for the next hour, until some shuffling noises woke one of them up. "Hey...hey look", Annita nudged Daniel, whispering. He opened his eyes slowly, and in turn nudged Fred awake. The both swifted their eyes on Alyssa, who was sure she was sneaking her way to freedom, hoping as silently as she could towards the exit door. The three kids simply watched her pointless escape attempt, confident in the knowledge that, even if she reached it, the door was locked and the keys were secure in Frederique's pocket. It was a fun sight at least, because the girl had not spotted her audience was up and awake.
When the girl finally realized she was being observed, she screamed and shrieked in her packed tapegag, slaming her petite weight on the door, producing some small thuds, until the kids were tired and moved in to pull her from there. "You're starting to get annoying", Fred dragged the bound girl by the hair, and lowered her on the floor. Now that she was awake, Annita was in the mood to torture the poor girl, and she found a small box of toothpicks. With a hand of another tape roll, Annita wrapped coil after coil around the girl's already bound ankles, and then connected that to more rolls around her neck, forcing her into a strict hogtie. "See, now if she pulls her legs, she chokes herself", she said more to herself, than her other friends. The three kids played for a good 45 minutes, poking and proding the girl's bare soles with the toothpicks, or simply tickling her, almost to the point of passing out. With her strict hogtie, Alyssa was trully at their mercy, which was non-existant.
It was starting to get darker outside, which meant the time of the kids' departure was coming close. As Daniel made a small woke around the house, a perimenter of grass-filled garden, he stepped behind the house, where Frederique had made her initial entrance. He spotted a long, wooden table, perfect for a nice, sunny brunch or a cup of coffee outside, with wooden chairs all around it. The setup was under a pretty wooden pergolla with wooden polls supporting it. As he kept looking around, Daniel spotted a large barrel near the corner of the wall, one of these old things kept around just for the fun of it. It looked really old, and was filled almost to the top with moldy, dirty water over the years. God knows why it was filled, probably someone had forgotten it in the open once, but Allysa was always too bored to clean it up. The whole setup gave Daniel an idea.
After giving Allysa the dignity of wearing her jeans and top back, the kids tied her wrists behind her back with rope and then did the same to her elbows. Her ankles followed, tied together, then the girl was silenced with a couple of scarves tied tightly by another. They finally, put a black garbage bag over Alyssa's head and tied the yellow handles semi-tight, to make escape more difficult. Then, they picked her up from her legs and armpits and brought her behind the house, where Daniel was waiting with more rope on him. The girl tried to scream herself to safety, but no one would help her, and her bound legs didn't allow her to get up, so she just wiggled in place, while all three kids pushed with all their might, until the large barrel was sitting next to the short side of the table, the barrel's top almost at the same level to the table.
"Alright, you can take that off now", Daniel signalled and the girl's pulled the blinding bag from Alyssa's face. What she saw was confusing and alarming at the same time. "Why would they move the old barrel there?", before she could think into it any further she was again picked up in the air and placed face down on the table. Alyssa could see her breasts' reflection, dangling above the blurry waters.
Annita and Fred got to work, untying the girl's feet, before spreading her legs wide to the sides of the table, and tying each ankle off on the table's vertical sides, with rope passing over and under the table. Alyssa could not do much to eliviate that, and she was already getting tired from keeping her waist straight and avoiding sinking into the barrel. Her tightly wrapped arms, secured behind her back, made it impossible for her to support herself in any way.
"Ok, i say we start with 30 seconds. Ok?" Daniel said to his friends, although it was Alyssa who really should be taking notes. "Hmmf?", Alyssa raised her eyebrowns, but then she felt Frederique grab her bound wrists and gracefully, raise them and rotate them upwards. With no leverage with which to offer any resistance, Alyssa was left with no choice, but to dive her upper half, right inside the barrel. With her fingers pointing straight to the sky by Fred's grip, she was now submerged from the belly-button up into the barrel.
She panicked at the sudden loss of air, pulling at her leg restraings, and shuffling her body around, but Fred was stronger than she looked, and they way her arms were bend, Alyssa wasn't going anywhere. Plenty of bubbles rose to the water's surface, until Daniel looked at his watch and said. "30!" Fred then let the girl back up. Her look was one of shock and fear, the cold, dirty water all over her cleave-gag, her hair and body dripping. "Let's go for 45''!", yelled Annita, excited at the fun game. This time Alyssa had the spare second to inhale through her nose, before she was again plunged into the water. Expecting the torture this time, she remained calmer, making it throught the 45 seconds without much problem. But the pattern that was developing wasn't on her favor.
"One minute now!", said Daniel. This time, she fought frantically with Fred's grip on her during the last 10 seconds, but Alyssa's anatomy betrayed her, getting the better of anyone's grip at this position was impossible. When she was pulled out, she was breathing very deeply and very hard, fatigue getting the better over her. "Let's go for 1.30 now", Daniel said with the stone cold expression. "MMMMmmmm", Alyssa looked up at the boy half her age, with puppy eyes. It was clear she was begging him to spare her. He didn't flinch, as if chatting up with her had melted his heart or anything like that. He simply replied: "Better take a good breath for this one", and in she was again with a splash.
As the clock kept ticking, Alyssa would go from moments of complete stillness, as to preserve energy, to ones of panicked struggles, as she'd realize the hopelessness of her challenge. In the end, she splashed inside the barrel, like a fish out of water, until the "1.30" mark was reached. She was in a bad shape, almost passed out and barely able to hold herself above the barrel.
"She's good ain't she?", commented Annita. "I don't think i can hold my breath for that long". The sun was setting, and the kids all looked at each other with meaning. "Yeah, it's time", sighed Daniel. "Anyway, it was fun knowing you", Frederique said to their captive, before dunking her for the last time. As Alyssa tossed and writhed on the table, the two younger kids grabbed a strand of rope, and tied the girl's wrist to one of the wooden poles, which was a few feet besides the barrel, effectively sealing her fate. With her hands bound upwards, no matter how much she pulled, Alyssa would be unable to raise herself from the barrel, her torso vertically trapped inside. As she pulled and yanked and screamed at her cleave gag underwater, the three kids left, leaving her to drown alone.
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