STUFF LITTLE STEPHANIE IN THE INCINERATOR

BY SPYTH

[ part 9 ]

The incinerator was a boiler-shaped cylinder with a square door in one end, two and a half feet wide and tall. From this door extended a track across the basement floor on which ran a grate as wide as the door and about seven feet long. Anything going into the incinerator could be placed on the grate. When the machine started the grate would slide inside the incinerator, then a blast shield would close to protect those standing outside. Once it was shut, the machine would go into full operation vaporizing anything inside.

Ted had been sent down earlier to study the manuals. He now stood by the controls.

Stephanie, still naked, looked around curiously. “Hey, I’ve never been down here before. This must be the incinerator!”

Maude ignored her. “Test it! I don’t want any slip ups this time! Use these. We have to get rid of them anyway” She handed Gregg Stephanie’s school girl uniform, stockings, thong and heels. He carefully placed them on the center of the grate, then backed away.

“Hey, those are my clothes,” declared Stephanie, stepping forward to retrieve them. Gregg grabbed her protectively by the shoulders and pulled her back against him. The little girl seemed to realized this was not time to put up an argument.

Ted pushed a button and the machine started it’s cycle. The grate rolled slowing through the door, and the blast shield lowered, locking in place. As soon as it was closed a deep roar started vibrating through the cellar. It quickly built up to a near deafening volume. Though tiny cracks in the shield brilliant streams of light leaked out hinting at the intense inferno that that was going on within.

They all stood there, perfectly silent and watching while the machine ran through the ten minute cycle. Then, the roaring ceased, the door opened and the grate, accompanied by a wave of hot air, slid out.

Not a scrap, bit or even a smudge of soot remained from Stephanie’s clothes. On impulse the child ran over to the grate, touching the spot where her belongings had been. “Hey, it’s not even hot!

“Special material,” grunted Ted. “Doesn’t retain heat. Space program spinoff.” He’d read the manual throughly.

“Alright,” commanded Maude, “put her on it.”

“What?” said Stephanie, now starting to understand why they were in the basement. “You’re my family. Why?”

“Because, you stupid, little slut,” growled Maude, “you are between us and your grandfather inheritance. We been trying to kill you since you got here. Only dumb luck has kept you alive.”

“You were all trying to kill me? I thought you would love me. I thought that’s what families were about!” She turned her eyes toward Gregg. Not with anger. Just disappointment. “You too?”

He was too ashamed to respond and Stephanie turned away. “You don’t have to put me on it. If my whole family wants me to die, I guess I should make them happy.” She walked over to the grate and slowly laid herself on it, tummy down, her feet toward the machine’s door.

“Tie her up,” instructed Maude. “I don’t want her jumping off at the last second.”

“Let Gregg do it,” pleaded Stephanie. “I know he’ll be gentle.”

Somebody tossed ropes to Gregg and he signaled Stephanie to lay down on a table in the corner of the basement. As he stood over her he whispered, “I didn’t want to do this to happen, Stephanie, but they will kill me too if I don’t go along.”

The little girl gave him a faint smile. “I knew you wouldn’t want to hurt me. It makes me feel good to know that I’ll be saving your life in doing this. Your are my daddy now, remember. I just wish I was going to my pedestal, next to Zelda, not into the incinerator.”

Gregg had no experience in tying up little girls, but Stephanie had learned this art at Miss Prudence’s and gave him instructions. She lay on her tummy and put her arms behind her back laying forearm over forearm and had him tie them together with one rope. Then she bent her knees up to bring her ankles to her thighs and had him tie the ankles together. Finally she told him to run a rope between the binding on her arms and the ankles and cinch it up tight until her back was tightly arched and with her chest and legs off the table. When he was done, she was trussed up nicely allowing her no movement beyond moving her head.

“Okay,” she said. “Carry me over to the incinerator and place me on the grate.”

He hesitated remembering the fate of her clothes. “I…I don’t think I can.”

“Do it,” she whispered, “Or they’ll kill you. This is no different that placing my clothes on there. Just think of me of something that must be gotten rid of and do what needs to be done.”

Gregg, slowly and gently picked the helpless little girl up and placed her on the grate. Then retreated to the back of the room.

“Start it up,” commanded Maude. Ted pushed a button.

The grate started moving carrying the child feet first through the incinerator door. Just before she vanished from sight Gregg saw her mouth the words to him, “Goodbye, daddy. I love you.”

The shield slid closed and the machine roared to life.

The sound made something snap in Gregg. He didn’t care about the money or his own life anymore. He could only think of poor, little, naked, trussed up Stephanie and realized he didn’t want to lose her. He launched himself at the giant at the controls, slamming him at the vulnerable spot on his back were he’d been injured that morning. The big man crumpled in pain and Gregg hit the emergency stop button on the control panel. The shield slid open and out came Stephanie, a little singed, but otherwise intact. Gregg ran, picked her up and carried her toward the basement steps.

He was blocked by Maude. She was holding a gun.

“You stupid, idiot!” she screamed. “You would have gotten millions. Had any woman you wanted and you gave it up for some silly, schoolgirl, slut. Now it will be the incinerator for the both of you!”

Gregg, still carrying Stephanie was backed into the corner. Maude had a gun and so did Susan. Ted was weaponless, but rummaged around floor till he found a baseball bat he could swing. The three of them then advanced toward him. Gregg turned to shield Stephanie with his back.

Suddenly he heard the basement door open with a crash and the words, “Stop! Police! Put your weapons down.” Gunfire followed, but none of the bullets hit him.