Entrapped, Enslaved 5-10

I made the citations cursive. I hope it’s easier to read that way. Don’t forget to let me know what you liked and didn’t like. I would like some feedback. 🙂

Oh, and for those who want to get straight to the action: The sex starts in chapter 10 and you can probably skip the other chapters while still understanding the story.

Enjoy.



Chapter 5) Trailer park jazz


On that same sunny saturday in May Tessa and Danielle were playing some board game and were getting quite bored. They were getting quite bored in life in general. Luckily they had each other. They were fraternal twins, which meant that even if they didn’t look like eachother, they still had that special bond twins have. They lived with their parents and two younger brothers in a trailer park at the outskirts of the village. They were horrible at school and were kept on a very short leash by their father. The family was quite poor. Having six kids is quite expensive, but their father made it even worse. He always tried to become a real successful businessman but he wasn’t very good at it. His entire life he always knew what he needed to do, but never how to do those things. Long story short: their lives didn’t really amount to much.
“Tess, bring me a beer!” Their father, Roger, shouted.
“Ok dad.” Tess answered. “Hey dad, is it ok if me and Danielle try to set up one of those traps you taught us? We’re a bit bored. And, who knows, maybe we’ll have some fresh meat on the table tomorrow!”
“Sure, but be back before dark.” Roger said as he went back to watching television. “I’m glad they’re finally starting to enjoy my present!” He thought to himself.

Roger had given them a few lessons in trapping for their birthday last autumn. They weren’t really impressed with the present. Which 15 year old girl would be happy with trapping lessons for their birthday? The girls didn’t even wanted to go, but he got mad at them for refusing his present and so they went anyway. Unfortunately for them, this was one of the things where Roger knew what he wanted to do, but not how to do it. They spent a weekend making and learning traps, but each trap failed miserably. And in the end they only remembered one trap, the spike trap.

“Come Dan! We’re gonna go trapping today!” Tessa told her sister. “Bring a knife and the hacksaw, I’ll take the shovels!”
“What? Really? Ok, this board game is boring, but trapping? ugh” Danielle said.
Tessa frowned and replied “Come on, at least we’ll be doing something. I’m getting sick of doing nothing at home. At Least dad lets us do this. You know we’re not allowed to go to the mall or anything.”
“Thats true” And Danielle resigned herself to her sisters plan.
“Alright! You can pick what we do tomorrow!” Tessa exclaimed. “let’s go!”

And off they went into the forest. Neither girl was particularly excited with the prospect of making a trap, but it if they actually caught something Roger would probably cut them some slack for the next few weeks. After walking about one and a half hours they found the perfect spot for their trap. Their father taught them to look for a small path in the forest. Those paths are where a lot of animals walk which clears the ground from any plants. If you lay your spike trap there you’re bound to catch something he explained them. They quickly went to work. They dug a hole about a meter deep, 60 centimeters wide and a meter long. They made some wooden spikes which they placed in the trap and then covered it up with twigs and leaves. It took them 4 hours and they finally had their trap!
“Phew! Thats a mighty fine trap we go us here, sis!” Tessa sighed contently.
“Yup, it was even fun to do too!” Danielle replied. “I’m deadbeat though, how about we take a nap somewhere nearby so we can hear if something falls in?”
“good idea, lets go over there.”

They found a nice place where they could sleep comfortably and hear if anything fell in their trap. They slept like angels for about an hour before they both woke up because of some distant cracking sound followed by a thud. With exciting expressions on their faces they quickly jumped up and ran to their trap.



Chapter 6) Murder

I was still standing on the hill looking for my bank clerk when I noticed something approaching from the right. Two girls were quickly running to the center of the small valley below me. By now I was very puzzled. My prey disappeared and two girls appeared? I quickly got down to hide myself, I was still in stalker mode, and took my camera out of my backpack to get a closer view of what was happening.

The girls were now walking slowly towards something. I zoomed in on them. I decided to take photo’s of the entire scene as I was getting more and more intrigued by the situation.From this distance they looked quite pretty. One brunette and one blonde, they’re breasts big enough to show through their shirts, probably cup B, and overall slim but well curved. They stopped and bent over a small hole in the ground. I didn’t see it before as it was covered in leaves. The girls removed some of the twigs around the hole which made the hole bigger. And then suddenly they screamed as they stood frozen on their feet. One started to run away and the other quickly followed. I started to get suspicions on what was happening here. I waited a bit for the girls to be out of sight and then made my way to the hole.

My suspicions were correct, in the hole lay my prey, pierced by several surprisingly sharp wooden stakes. It was a disgusting sight. I started to feel a little sick and almost had to puke. The guy lying in the trap was still alive, unconscious but alive. I was thinking about what I should do. Cell reception was bad in this part of the forest, so calling the authorities was out of the question. And hiking back would take at least an hour. I had some bandages with me, but not nearly enough to even help him a little. The guy was dead, that much was sure. I was wondering what to do next and where the girls were now when I slowly got a smile on my face. I never considered blackmail because it was too difficult to get some dirt on a specific target. And now I had evidence of murder against two hot young high school girls!

I quickly got back to my senses and used my camera to gather picture evidence of the crime the girls had just committed. When I heard voices in the distance I realized they were coming back. I quickly took out my phone, put it on video recording and placed it hidden in a place which gave full overview of the crime scene. I quickly went to another vantage point on a small sand cliff which gave me a great view of the situation. I could even still see the guy lying in the trap. Making pictures from this point would leave nothing to the imagination. And having my phone down there recording everything they did or said should probably seal the deal.

“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.