“I don’t want to.” said Danielle half crying.
Tessa walked in front of her and looked like she was a combination of crying, determined and afraid. “We have to” she whispered. “We’ll go to jail if we don’t.”
“Grab your shovel, lets fill up the hole.”
Danielle meekly obeyed and half heartedly started shoveling dirt in the hole. Did they not know that he is still alive I wondered. I continued to chronicle their crime with my camera when suddenly a moan came out of the grave. Both the girls shrieked.
“Oh god, oh god. He’s still alive!” Danielle shouted.
“Shut up!” Tessa screamed. “WE HAVE TO DO THIS! WE HAVE TO HIDE EVERYTHING IF WE DON’T WANT TO GO TO JAIL.”
“But he’s still alive! We can’t bury him while he’s still alive! That’s inhuman! Please let’s not do that, we can’t do that. We can’t” Danielle pleaded with her sister.
The girls were silent for a few moments. The dying man started moaning louder forcing a decision from the girls. Tessa finally started moving, she grabbed the knife and showed it to Danielle.
“Okay, you choose. Knife or head?” She sternly asked.
“What?”
“If you don’t want to bury him alive we’ll have to kill him. But we’ll have to make it even. We both need to have an equal role in killing him. So chose: Do you want to hold his head or do you want to hold the knife?”
Danielle stopped crying and got a blank look on her face. She nodded and just stepped to the grave and held their victim’s head. Tessa nodded took the knife and used it to slash his throat. I was getting sick again. I had never killed anything myself and looking at this horrid scene was quite upsetting. But I was resolved enough to keep on taking picture after picture to ensure my trap around the girls.
It was getting dark when the girls had finished hiding all the evidence of their horrid crime.
“Ok Dan, I need you! We have to stick together if we want to stay out of prison. Ok?”
“yes….” Danielle said as she started crying again.
“Look at me, we couldn’t do anything about this! It’s not our fault. We were just very unlucky but we’re not bad or evil. Do you understand?” Tessa whispered trying to convince herself more than Danielle.
They hugged and Danielle looked a little bit relieved. They took all their stuff, quickly cleaned up the area and left. I was feeling strangely confident. I didn’t really like all the killing and stuff, but my cock stirred happily in anticipation of the two girls. I grabbed my camera to check if the footage was good. It was perfect, their voices were crystal clear and their coup de grace was even fully on the camera! I quickly followed my future slaves to discover their identities.
Chapter 7) Patience
I wanted to make contact with Tessa and Danielle so bad, but I decided to wait to let them gain some confidence and until the story wasn’t the hot topic of the region anymore. The guy they had killed apparently left a wife and two children, very sad. It also worked in my favor as one of his kids went to the same school as Tessa and Danielle. They must have felt horrible. The story was on the local television for at least 2~3 weeks after his sudden disappearance. The police expected that he had an accident somewhere in the forest and sent out search parties. I volunteered to help with the search. After 7 days of searching nothing was found. This was largely thanks to me as I made sure that his grave was virtually untraceable to the untrained eye using a few tricks I learnt on one of my spy courses.
I decided to contact them 2~3 months after the incident. This would give them more than enough time to feel safe. Also, that would be in the middle of their summer holidays which would make them have a lot of free time. Free time I wouldn’t mind filling. While waiting for the day to come I started to get increasingly horny. I masturbated furiously to all kinds of bondage websites. I browsed for all kinds of objects, clothing pieces and devices. I couldn’t really choose so I ended up buying two of everything and picked the boxes up at some postal office three towns further away. I was especially excited in seeing Tessa and Danielle with a dog collar on, riding crop in their mouths and some clamps on their nipples. I put the boxes away in my cellar as I knew I had to pace their submission carefully. If I immediately whipped out the big guns a prison sentence would seem preferable over submission to me. And I did not want that to happen.
The 2 month waiting period went excruciatingly slow, but I spent my time usefully (besides jacking off). I made a plan how I would make them submit and how to make sure nobody would find all the time we spent together strange. I also used my time to get some intel on the girls backgrounds.
Tessa and Danielle Mathews were 15, almost 16. They were part of the ‘cool kids’ at their high school. They didn’t really go out much though, but then again nobody really did. Most of the kids were needed at home to help with chores, farming etc. so going out was a luxury. Their father, Roger Mathews, kept his daughters and wife on a short leash. Basically, the only time anybody left the trailer park they lived in was when they had something useful to do like shopping, school or work. Roger had two other kids, two sons, 9 and 11. His sons got way more leeway than his wife or daughters. He clearly had misogynistic tendencies, which I hoped to use to my advantage. Tessa and Danielle didn’t have a job so they got stuck bored at home most of the time. Their mother, Jane, was a maid and cleaned people’s houses. Roger was in between jobs and he became increasingly agitated by staying home all the time. He took it out on Tessa and Danielle by keeping them busy with all kinds of chores and, ironically, calling them lazy.
Tessa was a brunette with green eyes. Her breast size was a firm B. She was around 166 centimeters tall and weighed 50 kilos. She was quite a sexy minx. Danielle on the other hand was blonde with blue eyes. Her breasts were slightly larger than Tessa’s, but not a C. She was around 170 centimeters tall and weighed 54 kilos. Danielle too was very attractive. I was pleasantly surprised to notice that neither of them had boyfriends. They probably never had the opportunity with their strict father.
The rest of my anticipation filled months were spent making a plan on how to carefully and slowly bring the girls under my total domination. When July came I was fully prepared to take what was mine!
Chapter 8) Email
Dear Tessa and Danielle,
How are you two doing lately? I hope your not getting too bored with the long vacation ahead of you. But if you’re bored you could always try trapping again. That was quite exciting last time don’t you think? I made a few pictures which I would love to show you! By now you’re probably wondering who I am, but that doesn’t really matter right? The police isn’t looking for you yet so youl probably agree that I have only the best of intentions.
In any case, if you want to discuss the pictures I took I’ll be at the kensington bridge tomorrow at 9 am. If you’re not interested in the pictures I’ll be very disappointed. Tell your father you’re going trapping again, that would seem appropriate.