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

(K/f, snuff, drowning, torture, home invasion)

GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING

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.

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

(K/f, snuff, drowning, torture, home invasion)

GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING

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.