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The dark escapades of three child friends, who kill, one by one, undesirable people in their lives.

(K/f, bondage, snuff, buriel_alive, chloroform)

GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING

Daniel and Frederique were hanging around in the old warehouse, as usual. She was reading him a poem of hers, one of the many ones, when Annita stormed in. "I'LL KILL THE FUCKING BITCH, I SWEAR I'LL KILL HER!" Both the kids' heads turned.

"I want her dead soooo bad" the girl kept going on and on. "I want her to suffer!" she was breathing heavily from excitement and anger. "Finally" Fred commented with the same low, monotone voice. It had been weeks since it was Annita's turn, and she could not make up her mind about who would ‘get the axe’ next.

VICTIM NUMBER THREE: COUSIN STACY

Killing one of Annita's cousins wouldn't take so much work, but Annita wanted it done a certain way. 15-year-old Annita always a heated relationship with her older, 20-year-old cousin, even when Stacy went off to college. The girl was very pretty and she knew it, with long, wavy brown hair and a slim physique that made all the college boys drool over her. Still, Annita knew Stacy had a crush on a specific jock, a guy from the football team named George Stanley.

So, preparations began 10 days before the actual day of the murder. No one was happy about it, but Daniel said it had to be done. When they had everything set up, it was got to set the trap. The oldest and only able to ‘pass’ as a college student, Frederique had sneaked into one of Stacy’s classes and during a recess, slipped in a note in the front pocket (Stacy would surely search there).

The note simply read:

I'VE SEEN HOW YOU LOOK AT ME, I LIKE YOU, TOO. MEET ME IN THE OLD WAREHOUSE, AT 9.P.M. GEORGE S. XXX

Stacy never stopped talking about this George guy, at Annita’s family gatherings. It was an invitation she would not decline.

When they were all done with their family dinner and supposedly retrieved to their rooms for the night, all three kids run off to their favorite place, and waited for Stacy to arrive. The 5’6’’college girl entered with a nervous smile on her face. The time was 8:52 P.M. She was wearing a cute jean skirt, sneakers and a colorful top, all prettied up to meet her crush. Her heart was pounding with excitement.

"G…George?..." she waited for an answer, but no one replied. The next moment, the girl felt a rag, violently pressed over her mouth and nose. “MMMNNGGFFF!” she tried calling out for help. As she tried to pull away she saw a boy and then her cousin Annita (!) rush to her and grab her securely, one by each flailing hand. “MMNN?!?!?” both in shock and confusion the sight of her family member, Stacy flailed her (nicely shaven to show off) legs wildly in the air, screaming into the soaked rag, which muffled most of her noise.

“Jesus, go down already!” Frederique groaned, overpowering the ambushed, shorter girl. Stacey sure had some fight in her. But as much as she thrashed and struggled, the girl gradually became weaker and weaker until she fell unconscious into Fred’s arms.

When Stacy opened her eyes, she saw a clear night sky, peaceful. Even the moonlight was dim. Tilting her eyes, she could make out the underside of the face of an older girl with heavy makeup and dark lips, looking straight ahead.

The unknown girl, appearing around her age, was holding Stacy under her arms, which were forced behind her back by rope, binding her wrists. Stacey then moved her head over the shoulders of the girl carrying her. She saw Annita, who she immediately recognized. Her blonde, braces-wearing little cousin was carrying her bound legs by the ankles, which were also tied up with rope. More rope looped around the girl’s dainty, exposed knees.

The gang, plus one, moved along what looked like a recently made road. Daniel was leading the way, holding a big flash-light and pulling something heavy along. Everything was heavy for the little boy. The asphalt smelled fresh, with a dark color and the little rocks glistening with the faintest light. On either side of it, where empty fields, not a house for over a mile. They were at the outskirts of the city. No one in sight, no apparent destination either. Regardless, their victim didn't like where they were going.

The college girl flailed aimlessly, suspended in the air by Frederique and Annita's tribe-like end-on-end grasp, but she could only squirm like a worm already hooked on the bait. The victim tried to protest her freedom, but the duct tape placed over her mouth, prevented her from making a case.

"How much more do we have to walk? She’s tiring my back with all her twitching" complained Frederique. "Not much" Daniel reassured her.

After 5 more minutes of Stacy's annoying struggles, the group stopped. The asphalt had actually stopped a few hundred yards behind their path. Stacy was placed down on the dirt with a painful thud; her groan did not elicit any sympathy. Another piece of rope was fastened to her bound wrists, connecting them to her roped ankles before it was harshly pulled, forcing the little girl into a strict hogtie, with her legs fully folded and her arms taut.

There was a sign that read "CONSTRUCTION SIGHT". This part of the road would be paved tomorrow. Daniel walked near a tiny hill of dirt and pulled a dirty cover that was laid down, revealing a large hole. The kids had been digging for hours each day after school to finish this. It was a 5-foot deep, 3-foot long, 2 feet wide hole that was destined to be Stacy's final resting place.
At the sight of it, the hogtied, gagged girl started screaming, figuring out what this all meant.

"MMMMMM… MMMMMM...MMMMMMM!!!!" she eyed the kids around her, but mostly her cousin, Annita. Why was she doing this to her?

“Shut up or i'll chloroform you again, and that will be the last sound you make!" Annita threatened her. The 20-year-old’s screams were immediately dialed back to soft, muffled whimpering, as the kids pulled out the shovels that had been left inside the hole.

"Wait" said Fred. "What?" the other two enquired. "We should take her panties, too" said the Goth girl. "It'll help me frame George easier, than by just planting the letter on him".

Daniel thought about it for a couple of seconds, then agreed. After momentarily untying her ankles and knees, they pulled a tape-gagged, groaning Stacy's jean-skirt up, and Frederique with a smooth pull from either side of her hips, removed the girl’s pink panties, which had a small, red bow at the front. The girl had renewed her frenzied struggling after the sliver of freedom given to her, which was unceremoniously taken back, as Daniel and Fred retied the helpless girl back into her ruthless hogtie.

Daniel then produced the heavy oxygen tank that he was carrying all this time. He had stolen it from his dementia-ill grandmother. "It's fine, she's got another one" was his plain excuse.
It had a mask attached to it, which he brought in front of the girl’s face. Stacey's shook her head in intense objection, trying to thwart any part of her abductors/killers’ plan. Daniel had no problem fastening it over Stacy's face, before turning the valve on. The girl’s tears returned, along with her pitiful, muffled pleading. Weirdly enough, she didn’t want to be buried alive.

"This should last about 2 to 3 hours, depending on hyperventilation" Daniel explained. "Good" Annita nodded, appearing satisfied with the level of prolonged suffering her cousin would experience.

It was time. All three kids lifted up their victim in their arms, the urgency of her impending burial, making her renew her struggling efforts, but to no avail. “Watch out for the flailing knees, she might bust your nose” Daniel warned as the three kids placed their bound victim over the rectangular hole, then kind of let her drop into it with another, careless thud.

Stacy was a bit dizzy from the drop, but she had no time for minor head injuries. She was looking up at all three of her captors looking down at her, her field of vision now much narrower than at first. She shook her head and moaned in protest, as the first wave of dirt fell on her body, soon followed by another, her muffled screeching not warming any of the kids' heart.

"Who's rolling their eyes now, Stacy, huuuh??!" Annita yelled, pouring the most amount of dirt that had already half-covered the girl.

"What did she do, anyway?" asked Daniel, not to stop part-taking in this murder, but out of curiosity. "She looked at me funny, like she was disgusted by me, and then she ROLLED HER FUCKING EYES AT ME!" Annita shoveled dirt faster.

"That's it?" Frederique said with a puzzled chuckle that embodied the phrase "what the fuck? lol"

"Well…yeah" Annita replied casually and they all continued shoveling. A simple sneer during Stacy’s last visit at something cringey the young teen did was all it took for Annita to want her dead.

Unable to kick off any dirt, her hogtie keeping her helplessly immobile, the girl could not hold off the onslaught of dirt coming her way and was soon covered completely by the dirt, only slight movements of it, betraying that there was a living person underneath.

But with more piling on top, that faintest sign of life fainted as well. The kids kept on shoveling dirt of the girl’s makeshift grave. The hole needed to be completely filled. Stacy was in for a long, nightmarish death, her desperate moans still audible throughout the process of her burial.

Finally, after about 20 minutes, the hole was completely filled, virtually indistinguishable from its flat surroundings. The young victim's pitiful, fearful moans could still be faintly heard 5 feet under, despite the soundproofing abilities of the dirt.

Wanting a breather, the kids sat around Stacy Peterson's makeshift grave, chatting and discussing other creative ways of murder. After 30 or so minutes, they simply got up and left. Stacey still had a solid couple of hours to ponder the actions that lead to her horrible, claustrophobic death.

The next day, the construction didn't pay any attention to the particular spot, asphalt was paved on it, and any chances of Stacy's body being discovered, were eliminated.

Description
The dark escapades of three child friends, who kill, one by one, undesirable people in their lives.

(K/f, bondage, snuff, buriel_alive, chloroform)

GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING

Daniel and Frederique were hanging around in the old warehouse, as usual. She was reading him a poem of hers, one of the many ones, when Annita stormed in. "I'LL KILL THE FUCKING BITCH, I SWEAR I'LL KILL HER!" Both the kids' heads turned.

"I want her dead soooo bad" the girl kept going on and on. "I want her to suffer!" she was breathing heavily from excitement and anger. "Finally" Fred commented with the same low, monotone voice. It had been weeks since it was Annita's turn, and she could not make up her mind about who would ‘get the axe’ next.

VICTIM NUMBER THREE: COUSIN STACY

Killing one of Annita's cousins wouldn't take so much work, but Annita wanted it done a certain way. 15-year-old Annita always a heated relationship with her older, 20-year-old cousin, even when Stacy went off to college. The girl was very pretty and she knew it, with long, wavy brown hair and a slim physique that made all the college boys drool over her. Still, Annita knew Stacy had a crush on a specific jock, a guy from the football team named George Stanley.

So, preparations began 10 days before the actual day of the murder. No one was happy about it, but Daniel said it had to be done. When they had everything set up, it was got to set the trap. The oldest and only able to ‘pass’ as a college student, Frederique had sneaked into one of Stacy’s classes and during a recess, slipped in a note in the front pocket (Stacy would surely search there).

The note simply read:

I'VE SEEN HOW YOU LOOK AT ME, I LIKE YOU, TOO. MEET ME IN THE OLD WAREHOUSE, AT 9.P.M. GEORGE S. XXX

Stacy never stopped talking about this George guy, at Annita’s family gatherings. It was an invitation she would not decline.

When they were all done with their family dinner and supposedly retrieved to their rooms for the night, all three kids run off to their favorite place, and waited for Stacy to arrive. The 5’6’’college girl entered with a nervous smile on her face. The time was 8:52 P.M. She was wearing a cute jean skirt, sneakers and a colorful top, all prettied up to meet her crush. Her heart was pounding with excitement.

"G…George?..." she waited for an answer, but no one replied. The next moment, the girl felt a rag, violently pressed over her mouth and nose. “MMMNNGGFFF!” she tried calling out for help. As she tried to pull away she saw a boy and then her cousin Annita (!) rush to her and grab her securely, one by each flailing hand. “MMNN?!?!?” both in shock and confusion the sight of her family member, Stacy flailed her (nicely shaven to show off) legs wildly in the air, screaming into the soaked rag, which muffled most of her noise.

“Jesus, go down already!” Frederique groaned, overpowering the ambushed, shorter girl. Stacey sure had some fight in her. But as much as she thrashed and struggled, the girl gradually became weaker and weaker until she fell unconscious into Fred’s arms.

When Stacy opened her eyes, she saw a clear night sky, peaceful. Even the moonlight was dim. Tilting her eyes, she could make out the underside of the face of an older girl with heavy makeup and dark lips, looking straight ahead.

The unknown girl, appearing around her age, was holding Stacy under her arms, which were forced behind her back by rope, binding her wrists. Stacey then moved her head over the shoulders of the girl carrying her. She saw Annita, who she immediately recognized. Her blonde, braces-wearing little cousin was carrying her bound legs by the ankles, which were also tied up with rope. More rope looped around the girl’s dainty, exposed knees.

The gang, plus one, moved along what looked like a recently made road. Daniel was leading the way, holding a big flash-light and pulling something heavy along. Everything was heavy for the little boy. The asphalt smelled fresh, with a dark color and the little rocks glistening with the faintest light. On either side of it, where empty fields, not a house for over a mile. They were at the outskirts of the city. No one in sight, no apparent destination either. Regardless, their victim didn't like where they were going.

The college girl flailed aimlessly, suspended in the air by Frederique and Annita's tribe-like end-on-end grasp, but she could only squirm like a worm already hooked on the bait. The victim tried to protest her freedom, but the duct tape placed over her mouth, prevented her from making a case.

"How much more do we have to walk? She’s tiring my back with all her twitching" complained Frederique. "Not much" Daniel reassured her.

After 5 more minutes of Stacy's annoying struggles, the group stopped. The asphalt had actually stopped a few hundred yards behind their path. Stacy was placed down on the dirt with a painful thud; her groan did not elicit any sympathy. Another piece of rope was fastened to her bound wrists, connecting them to her roped ankles before it was harshly pulled, forcing the little girl into a strict hogtie, with her legs fully folded and her arms taut.

There was a sign that read "CONSTRUCTION SIGHT". This part of the road would be paved tomorrow. Daniel walked near a tiny hill of dirt and pulled a dirty cover that was laid down, revealing a large hole. The kids had been digging for hours each day after school to finish this. It was a 5-foot deep, 3-foot long, 2 feet wide hole that was destined to be Stacy's final resting place.
At the sight of it, the hogtied, gagged girl started screaming, figuring out what this all meant.

"MMMMMM… MMMMMM...MMMMMMM!!!!" she eyed the kids around her, but mostly her cousin, Annita. Why was she doing this to her?

“Shut up or i'll chloroform you again, and that will be the last sound you make!" Annita threatened her. The 20-year-old’s screams were immediately dialed back to soft, muffled whimpering, as the kids pulled out the shovels that had been left inside the hole.

"Wait" said Fred. "What?" the other two enquired. "We should take her panties, too" said the Goth girl. "It'll help me frame George easier, than by just planting the letter on him".

Daniel thought about it for a couple of seconds, then agreed. After momentarily untying her ankles and knees, they pulled a tape-gagged, groaning Stacy's jean-skirt up, and Frederique with a smooth pull from either side of her hips, removed the girl’s pink panties, which had a small, red bow at the front. The girl had renewed her frenzied struggling after the sliver of freedom given to her, which was unceremoniously taken back, as Daniel and Fred retied the helpless girl back into her ruthless hogtie.

Daniel then produced the heavy oxygen tank that he was carrying all this time. He had stolen it from his dementia-ill grandmother. "It's fine, she's got another one" was his plain excuse.
It had a mask attached to it, which he brought in front of the girl’s face. Stacey's shook her head in intense objection, trying to thwart any part of her abductors/killers’ plan. Daniel had no problem fastening it over Stacy's face, before turning the valve on. The girl’s tears returned, along with her pitiful, muffled pleading. Weirdly enough, she didn’t want to be buried alive.

"This should last about 2 to 3 hours, depending on hyperventilation" Daniel explained. "Good" Annita nodded, appearing satisfied with the level of prolonged suffering her cousin would experience.

It was time. All three kids lifted up their victim in their arms, the urgency of her impending burial, making her renew her struggling efforts, but to no avail. “Watch out for the flailing knees, she might bust your nose” Daniel warned as the three kids placed their bound victim over the rectangular hole, then kind of let her drop into it with another, careless thud.

Stacy was a bit dizzy from the drop, but she had no time for minor head injuries. She was looking up at all three of her captors looking down at her, her field of vision now much narrower than at first. She shook her head and moaned in protest, as the first wave of dirt fell on her body, soon followed by another, her muffled screeching not warming any of the kids' heart.

"Who's rolling their eyes now, Stacy, huuuh??!" Annita yelled, pouring the most amount of dirt that had already half-covered the girl.

"What did she do, anyway?" asked Daniel, not to stop part-taking in this murder, but out of curiosity. "She looked at me funny, like she was disgusted by me, and then she ROLLED HER FUCKING EYES AT ME!" Annita shoveled dirt faster.

"That's it?" Frederique said with a puzzled chuckle that embodied the phrase "what the fuck? lol"

"Well…yeah" Annita replied casually and they all continued shoveling. A simple sneer during Stacy’s last visit at something cringey the young teen did was all it took for Annita to want her dead.

Unable to kick off any dirt, her hogtie keeping her helplessly immobile, the girl could not hold off the onslaught of dirt coming her way and was soon covered completely by the dirt, only slight movements of it, betraying that there was a living person underneath.

But with more piling on top, that faintest sign of life fainted as well. The kids kept on shoveling dirt of the girl’s makeshift grave. The hole needed to be completely filled. Stacy was in for a long, nightmarish death, her desperate moans still audible throughout the process of her burial.

Finally, after about 20 minutes, the hole was completely filled, virtually indistinguishable from its flat surroundings. The young victim's pitiful, fearful moans could still be faintly heard 5 feet under, despite the soundproofing abilities of the dirt.

Wanting a breather, the kids sat around Stacy Peterson's makeshift grave, chatting and discussing other creative ways of murder. After 30 or so minutes, they simply got up and left. Stacey still had a solid couple of hours to ponder the actions that lead to her horrible, claustrophobic death.

The next day, the construction didn't pay any attention to the particular spot, asphalt was paved on it, and any chances of Stacy's body being discovered, were eliminated.