STUFF LITTLE STEPHANIE IN THE INCINERATOR

BY SPYTH

[ part 2 ]

This development left the group speechless. Greg filled the void by introducing each of his relatives to Stephanie. On impulse the child ran over to Maude and hugged her. The woman reacted as if a muddy pig had jumped onto her lap, though Stephanie seemed not to notice.

“I always wanted a family!” she squealed happily, “and now I have one!”

“Gregg,” said Maude, untangling herself from the child’s grip, “It seems like Stephanie will be staying with us. Why don’t your take her down the west wing and find her a bedroom. Then come back here. We need to talk.”

Stephanie took Gregg’s hand and skipped down the hall, a neat trick for a little girl wearing high heels. “This is so exciting. It’s been such a long time since I visited Grandfather’s house!”

Gregg decided he better ask some questions. “Stephanie, where do you live?”

“Oh, after my mother died, grandfather sent me to Miss Prudence’s Academy for Well Disciplined Girls. It’s a school for orphaned girls who need lots of discipline. Grandfather helped the school with a lot with money and things. He even donated some of the discipline machines at the school, though the are not as fancy as the ones in the house here. If Miss Prudence had a girl that was giving her particular trouble, she would send them to visit my Grandfather for an evening or weekend and he would use the machines in the house here to help her become a better girl.”

“Did Miss Prudence give you permission to leave the school?”

Stephanie frowned and looked down. Her skip shifted to a shuffle. “No. I’ve been a bad girl and I will need quite a bit of discipline when I get back to school. But, I had to be here for grandfather’s will! I had to see that nothing bad happens to his masterpieces!”

“You mean the machines?”

“Yes! It’s not just grandfather’s work, you know! The girls of Miss Prudence’s Academy have a lot invested in them too! There is a famous story told about grandfather developing a special machine, just for the youngest first graders. He worked and worked on it and the day it was ready Miss Prudence sent over a girl in the evening so it could be tested. Well, something when wrong and little Amy never returned.”

“Never returned?” asked Gregg. Then he remembered the incinerator in the basement.

“Grandfather worked and worked on it all day and the next night, Betsy was sent over. She never returned either. Every day grandfather worked on the machine and every night Miss Prudence sent another girl over – Cindy, Diane, Emily, Felicia. The same thing happened. But did my grandfather get discouraged and give up? No! Did Miss Prudence stop sending girls? No! They all persevered! Finally there was only one girl left in first grade. A very pretty little girl named Zelda.

That night machine worked exactly as it was designed and she came back. Grandfather was so happy that the even named the machine in her honor. In fact-“

Stephanie stopped suddenly and stared at the figure of a dragon carved into a niche in the wall. She stepped forward, reached around the side of it an there was a click. The wall behind the niche opened and exposed a secret room.

“This is it! My grandfather’s private trophy room! Come on!”

Stephanie grabbed Gregg’s hand and excitedly dragged him through the door. The room was long with niches and cases filled with different things. Stephanie headed right toward a large pedestal on which there was the life-sized statue of a beautiful girl of about nine. She lay reclined as if in a trance with her knees up in the air and her legs parted. The statue had cleverly been mounted in such a way that she seemed to float above the pedestal rather that laying on it. She wore the same school uniform as Stephanie except that as one approached the girl, the shortness of the skirt, the lack of underwear and the reclining position allowed one to see her perfect little pussy peaking out from under the hem. The girl’s blouse had also been unbuttoned and parted so that her tiny pre-teen breast buds were visible. Her blond hair in pigtails fell back towards the pedestal. As for her face – well her eyes were closed, but she was not depicted as being asleep. Her mouth was open in an ecstatic “O” shape reminding Gregg of one of those blow-up toy dolls from a sex shop.

Gregg couldn’t believe the realism of the statue. He reached out and touched the exposed skin area around her tummy. It was incredibly soft. Suddenly he realized this was no statue.

“Yes,” said Stephanie, in a hushed and reverent tone. “This is Zelda. After she died in an unrelated accident, grandfather had her perfectly preserved. I always thought he was a bit in love with her. He would come here and visit her whenever he felt the need. Before the accident he often said she was perfect and he never wanted her to grow up! I guess now she never will.” Stephanie smiled, “What an honor, though! To be stuffed and mounted in grandfather’s trophy room. To be young and perfect forever…” Stephanie closed her eyes and Gregg realized that she could think of no better end for a girl from the Academy.

“Stephanie, how old are you?” he asked.

She opened her eyes and smiled. “I just turned eleven yesterday! Look!” She turned her back to him and lifted her skirt with one hand. Below was a nicely rounded bottom exposed by a tiny, white thong. “On our birthday’s Miss Prudence gives us caning for good luck! One strike for each year!”

“I don’t see anything…”

Stephanie grabbed his hand and pressed it to her bottom. “The redness is gone, but you can still count the bums. One, two three…”

The truth was the Gregg lost count, totally distracted by the feel of Stephanie’s soft skin and the growing mound in his pants.

***

While Stephanie freshened up, Gregg returned to the salon and reported on their conversation, leaving out the part about Zelda and the secret room.

“Well, it’s obvious what has to be done,” stated Maude, handing him a basket. Inside was a single piece of paper folded in half. He picked it up.

“What needs to be done?” he asked, pondering the folded paper.

“We need to kill her, you idiot. Otherwise nobody gets any of the money!”

Gregg stammered, “Couldn’t we just take her back to that school she ran away from?”

“And take a chance on that lawyer finding her? No!” explained Maude. “It is really a stroke of luck she showed up here. We just need to get rid of her now. Open your papers, all of you. There’s a number from one to four. Person with the lowest number takes the first shot at doing her in. If that person fails the person with the next highest number follows. Get it?”

Maude saw the look on Gregg’s face. “Any problems with this solution, Gregg?”

Gregg looked back at the other three and realized that they wouldn’t mind doing in two people and splitting the loot three ways, if necessary. “No. No. Not at all.”

Susan stabbed out her latest cigarette. “How are we supposed to knock off the little runt?”

“Use your imaginations,” snarled Maude. “This house is filled with dangerous toys and Gregg has told us that the brat is fascinated with them! Find one that can be misused fatally and invite her to try it out!”

Gregg carefully unfolded his paper and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the number “4.” At least he would not be responsible for killing the little girl. A little girl he had started to like very much.

“What do we do with the body afterward?” growled Ted.

“That’s the easy part,” Maude said, with a smile. “We just stuff little Stephanie in the incinerator!”