Message-ID: <2195eli$9707201347@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Francis Dashwood Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (33-34/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199707201532.JAA21089@shaman.lycaeum.org> Lauren Gisal ****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection **** The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive by some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such material then read no further and delete this file. You will note that by way of the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to condone or encourage similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the story serves as a warning. The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is credited to the author, Francis Dashwood. Chapter 33 Although Maurice and Mike listened to the radio, neither could have said what they were listening to as the car purred along the brightly lit autobahn. Maurice could see the lights of Andre's car behind, and knew that the silhouette in the passenger seat was that of Jim. They had waved to each other courteously at the station, thinking that they had better not talk until really necessary. He was aware that he was still angry enough to hit the young man who he thought had taken his daughter's virginity. The blackness of the night surrounded them, and even the occasional appearance of the moon from behind the clouds failed to brighten their mood. Dark trees hid from view the small houses that lined the side of the road. Mike looked down at the small villages. The pin-points of lights offered a welcoming sight, their cobbled streets shining from the drizzle that had passed through the valley a couple of hours before sunset. He looked up above the villages, following the lighted trails of the roads that formed the mountain passes. Few cars were to be seen, and even fewer houses were discernible in the distance. "Looks like we're about twenty minutes away from Lausanne," said Mike, reading the map in the glare from the street lights, "and then another fifteen from the address. That'll make it about eleven thirty." "God, I hope they're at the first one" said Maurice, watching his speed climbing steadily past the 140Kph mark as he overtook two cars. He checked to ensure that Andre was keeping up with him, and sat defiantly in the fast lane, the height of bad manners. They traveled in silence for almost ten kilometers until Mike tapped on his window, indicating the next exit. The car slowed and gently curved off to the right, again slowing at a stop sign before turning up towards the mountains above the lake. Andre followed right behind. Mike looked closely at the map, giving directions as he concentrated hard on watching their rout and reading the map, aware that a wrong turn could cost them valuable minutes. "OK, it should be about three hundred meters on the left, according to your street map." said Mike, clapping the book closed. "Slow down and we can go past slowly, just to take a look at the house." He leaned forward, looking at the large detached chalets that nestled in the trees, well away from the road. Many had lights on, and all looked charming in the moonlight. "This is it, here, number 47. There seem to be a few cars there. I'll park off the road down by this next set of trees and we can walk back." He switched off his headlights and carefully pulled over. "We should talk with Andre and Jim before we do anything." They crept back towards Andre, who had wound his window down as they approached. "This is the place. I don't see much happening though" said Maurice, looking over at the lights on in the front room. "Why don't Mike and I go and quickly take a look. Then if it's wrong we can get moving. I think the place in the mountains is more likely anyway - it's probably more secluded" said Jim, avoiding eye contact with Maurice. "Fine. Get going. We'll turn the cars round and park back down the road. If you see anything suspicious, come back. No heroics, OK?" The boys walked along the edge of the garden, keeping well into the darkness of the high fir trees. Once Maurice had lost sight of them, he returned to his car and drove off. The boys were waiting for him less than a minute later, ready to jump back into the cars. Mike slid into the passenger seat, shaking his head. "Go on, this isn't the place," said Mike, pulling on his seat belt. "There are about ten old age pensioners in there. No buildings around the back, all very quiet and peaceful. Turn right at the next junction." "Damn!" whispered Maurice as he turned the corner. "But then again, I'm not sure if I want to find them out here or not. I still hope they'll turn up a home after some wild party!" "Hey, we'd better ring Mum, tell her that we're on the way to the second place" "OK, Let's find a phone" They pulled in after a couple of kilometers and called, relaying the bad news to Daniele and Jean. As they pulled back onto the road, the conversation ceased, both Maurice and Mike thinking their own private thoughts as they sped towards Lauterbrunnen. The traffic thinned as they started the long climb out of the valley, the summer air cooling quickly as they moved above a thousand feet. Both Maurice and Mike had been watching the small digital clock in the car and saw it change from eleven fifty-nine to show all zeros. End of Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Lauren trudged in front of Nikki and Rebecca towards the house. They looked like prisoners of war, refugees from another land. They had no possessions, and shuffled along with their heads bowed, their clothing tattered. Rebecca was naked, her body filthy from her evening of abuse. Simone led them to the house and guided them through the rear door. She clicked on the light. A piercing scream from above filled the house - a man's voice, desperately, frantically screaming. A dull thud followed, and then silence. "Don't worry. Probably ghosts" said Simone, marching down the hallway to the door downstairs. Lauren shook, hungry, tired and scared out of her wits. She needed the toilet so badly, she needed some privacy as well, some time alone to pull her thoughts together and try and understand what had happened to them this evening. More than anything though, she wanted her mother, her bed and familiar surroundings. The dark house was quite now except for their shuffling. Simone unlocked the door and flicked on the light. "See you in a couple of hours. Get cleaned up and have something to eat." She watched as the three girls unsteadily negotiated the steps down into the reception area. Lauren turned at the bottom to help Rebecca, and saw the door close above. They were alone again. Nikki went ahead and flicked on the lights. "Oh my God!" screamed Lauren, bringing her hands to her face in terror. She stared at Nikki, her robe shredded to ribbons, cuts and red raw weal's showing through the rents. "Nik, Oh Nik" she wailed, tears rolling down her face. "My God, when did that happen?" asked Rebecca, letting the threads of the robe run through her fingers. "Rebecca, I think you were hypnotized or something. You've been in a trance for ages." "Rubbish. I'd know if I had. I told them to stop hurting you anyway." she said indignantly. "So how did you get all this shit in your hair, eh? All this cum on your face? And where did these bruises come from?" sobbed Lauren. "These people are nutters, you stupid cow! We've got to get out of here!" said Nikki, herself close to tears. "Listen. Here's what's happening next" said Lauren, standing in front of Rebecca. "We get cleaned up and taken back. The priest wants to fuck me. A girl up there said someone died who didn't do what they wanted. When I refused to get on their stupid altar, that little- bastard-best-man's-friend fucked Nikki's arse!" shouted Lauren, her face red with rage. "Not before I'd got these marks from the priest whipping me. I tell you, you were hypnotized and ordered to do things! Don't you remember drinking one man's piss? demanded Nikki. "Or being passed around the congregation to be touched up, smacked and kicked? They don't love you or want you. They just want to be amused by you. Feel your pussy. Find out what they rammed up there for fun" said Lauren, walking towards the bathroom. "I'm going to the toilet." Rebecca stood there, still staring at Nikki's injuries, dumbfounded. Nikki shook her head, trying to fight back her tears. She walked through to the bedroom and flopped onto the bed. The toilet flushed after several minutes and Nikki made her way to the bathroom and knocked. "It's me. I need to go too" "Come in" Lauren was sitting on the toilet, her head in her hands, still crying to herself. Her robe was discarded down by the Jacuzzi, and her naked body looked thin, blemished, like a street urchin might have done a century earlier. "We need Rebecca on our side. We can't make it without her." said Nikki. "I don't know if I trust her. She must have known what goes on in this stupid place!" "What choice have we?" Neither girl said anything. Lauren shuffled over to the side of the Jacuzzi and stared at the taps. Nikki attempted to sit on the toilet but her bottom refused to support her. She wandered slowly across to the wash basin like an old woman and picked up a pair of white towels, laying them down on the toilet seat. She urinated loudly as she stared at the floor, her arms wrapped around her chest, trying to control her shaking. Lauren turned on the water and let the tub fill up, recoiling like a frightened animal as the door opened. She relaxed slightly when she saw Rebecca in the doorway. "Look" said Rebecca, "I really don't understand what's been happening. This is supposed to be my special day!" "Hey, do you remember having you picture taken?" asked Lauren. "Yeah, outside with you two" said Rebecca, pleased with her recall. "What about coming back in and talking to people?" "Yeah, pretty much. Suzy gave me some flowers" "Then what?" asked Nikki, still sitting on the toilet, shaking. "Er, well, now were having a break. Seems you're going to join as well" "When you got the flowers it was about five thirty, right? Now it's almost half past eight!" said Nikki. "And they've got this film of Lori!" "Don't worry about the film!" stated Lauren emphatically. "That's nothing to do with it!" "I think it is." said Nikki. "What film?" "Nothing" hissed Lauren. "Someone - like the priestess - seems to know Lori and has taken film of her and Jim without their knowing it. You know, when they were doing it together." said Nikki, staring at Lauren. "Oh shit. That's not the first time." Lauren grabbed the taps and turned off the water. "Listen!" she said, looking at the ceiling. They heard the phone ringing. In between rings there was absolute silence, no footsteps, no shouts of `I'll get it'. It stopped. "That's it!" whispered Lauren, with the trace of a smile on her face. "You two stay here, and I'll call the police. There's obviously nobody upstairs!" "Yeah, that's right!" said Nikki, joining in enthusiastically. The girls hatched their plan quickly, deciding that they would turn out the lights and Lauren would find the phone - Nikki thought she had seen it near the front door and the recent ringing seemed to indicate it somewhere near the front of the house. They also decided that the robes were too bright, and in the absence of any dark clothing, she would be safer naked. Stealthily, she climbed the stairs and tried the door knob. It turned easily, allowing a feint crack of light to fall across her face. She nodded down to Rebecca, who clicked off the lights. Lauren's heart was pounding as she opened the door another few inches, trying to peer down the hallway towards the front door. She looked back, unable to see the other two girls in the darkness. Lauren inched her way along the cold floor of the hallway, carefully ensuring that the door didn't shut. Her hands shook again as she felt her way along the wall, identifying light switches and another door which she didn't remember. Continuing towards the front of the house, she realised she had a choice of two rooms, one on either side of the hallway. Both doors were closed. Gently, she turned the knob on the left hand door. She was relieved to find that the door opened silently, giving way into a darkened room. Curtains were half drawn across the windows, and a large desk filled the majority of the opposite side. Her legs shook now, her fear increasing as she progressed further from the others. Her outstretched hands felt across the desk top and found a small lamp. She debated whether to turn it on or not, deciding that maybe a momentary flash would be enough to confirm whether there was a phone or not. She found the switch and clicked it on. She squinted in the bright light, looking away quickly as she tried to adjust to the brilliance of the room. She looked around quickly for no more than two seconds, noting the contents of the room, and then pushed the switch again. The light stayed on. She clicked it again. Still the light remained on, beaconing out through the window. Frantically, she found the power lead and pulled it. The room plunged into darkness. Lauren's heart raced wildly as she held the corner of the desk to steady herself. Pressure was building in her anus, the muscles in her sphincter doing overtime to hold her together. She listened to the sounds of the house, half expecting any number of people to come rushing into the room to carry her back to the others. There was silence. The tears welled up again in her eyes as a sense of nausea began to rise in her stomach. She recalled in her mind the contents of the room. No phone. Padding across the hallway, she turned the knob on the other door and pushed. A high- pitched squeak came from the old hinges as she peered round the corner. The room was dark, smelled slightly musty but had a warmth to it that was almost inviting. She ventured further, closing the door behind her so that the catch scraped her naked bottom. She fumbled for the light switch and flicked it on briefly, then off again. A small bed, a table with a washbasin. Fireplace. Junk to her right. Perhaps a phone. She was about to switch on the light when two rectangles of light traveled across the wall, followed by the sound of crunching gravel. Panic-stricken, she realised she could either run back downstairs or hide and hope the driver went straight to the barn. She stretched her hands out and found the table. Crouching down, she hid underneath, waiting and listening as the engine stopped. She heard footsteps, only one person, she thought. She slid further under the table, pulling her knees up against her chest as tightly as possible, trying to make herself invisible. Her stomach heaved and she again felt the pressure from her gut pushing against her anus, trying hard to find a way out. She breathed deeply, searching for thoughts that might save her from soiling herself in the room. The front door opened. She froze, her heart beating wildly as she heard heavy boots clumping on the stone hallway. She almost cried out as the door to her room opened and the light was snapped on. Through half-closed eyes, she saw a pair of legs walk past the table. A man's legs covered in big, heavy trousers. Heavy boots, covered in ice and snow. A loud clank resounded in the room as Lauren saw a big gardening spade fall to the floor. A bag landed on the little bed with a thump. Lauren realised that if the man sat on the bed, he would see her, cowering under the table. As if on cue, her sphincter relaxed, and she defecated silently on the floor. She closed her eyes, praying that the man would leave as she felt the warm sticky mess spreading out underneath her buttocks. Within seconds she smelled the familiar stench and knew that she would soon be discovered. The man turned towards her, grunted and swore under his breath. He then made his way back to the door, and left the room. Lauren heard the sound of the car door slamming and the engine starting. She scrambled to her feet, noting the bag on the bed as she tore open the door and fled down the hallway as quietly a possible. She shut the apartment door behind her and almost fell down the stairs when Rebecca switched the lights back on. "Well, did you call them?" asked Rebecca, standing next to Nikki with a duvet pulled around her. All Lauren could do was to shake her head as she cried loudly, holding her hand to her face as she rushed past the girls towards the bathroom. She slammed the door and sat on the toilet, sobbing uncontrollably once again. She knew full well that she had failed. The girls must have realised, she thought, from the smell that surely trailed behind her, what had happened, and they knew that there was no hope for them, no chance of rescue from the outside. "Do you need help?" asked Rebecca from outside the bathroom. "No. Wait!" she replied, taking a handful of toilet paper and trying to clean herself. The smell made her retch as the toilet bowl slowly filled with sheets of paper. She flushed it twice before making her way to the shower and washing herself under the warm water. She went back out after drying herself and found both Rebecca and Nikki sitting on the bed, wrapped in duvets. "There's another one in that wardrobe" said Nikki, pointing to the big wooden doors. Lauren pulled the big patchwork quilt around her and sat on the bed. She realised that she was pleased to see them, even though fundamentally nothing had changed to make her more cheerful. "OK?" asked Nikki. "Mmm. There's a phone somewhere, but I didn't find it. A man came back and almost found me." she said, looking at the duvet miserably. "Look, maybe we'll have another go later." said Rebecca. "First, we need to wash ourselves. I've looked at Nik's back. It's a mess!" she said, shaking her head in disbelief. "Told you so! Do you believe us now?" asked Lauren. "Yes....look, I'm so sorry, I had no idea" "Any ideas about getting out?" asked Lauren. "They'll kill us if they catch us trying to escape, that's what the little bitch upstairs said." "Which bitch?" asked Rebecca. "Suzy, I think her name was." "Oh yes, she comes here with her brother. I used to think she was OK." "Well, she's as weird as the rest." said Nikki. She looked at Rebecca and frowned. "How could you let them do this to you, I mean, didn't you think there was something a bit bloody strange about them?" "No, they've always seemed so nice." "Well, they aren't. All they want to do is fuck people. And if you don't let them, they whip you!" she hissed. "I'm sorry, really I am. Let's get your back seen to. In the bathroom." Slowly, Nikki slid off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Her injuries were starting to ache as the bruising became apparent. She moved stiffly, her arms aching as she knelt down in front of the Jacuzzi to test the temperature of the water. Swinging her legs over the side, she grimaced as the water ran over her legs. "Don't turn the jets on, please!" Rebecca slid slowly into the water, closing her eyes as she went right under. Lauren's thighs still ached from being tied up for such a long time, but she too managed to slide into the water and sit on one of the sunken seats. "Wait, Nik, I'll help you." said Lauren, grabbing a flannel and ringing out the warm water. She stood up and sat beside her best friend. "Oh Jesus, Nik. I had no idea it was this bad!" Lauren stared at her back, criss-crossed with red lines, some of which had obviously bled earlier that evening. Further down towards her buttocks, and even on her inner thighs, heavy red lines were clear evidence that she had suffered much more than Lauren had realised. "This flannel's no good, I'll help you down. Lie on your tummy and slip down into the water". Nikki turned over, revealing the rest of the red marks as Lauren held her waist, easing her down into the warm water. She cried out three or four times before she could stand on the bottom of the tub and turn around. Rebecca washed herself quickly, including her hair, and then sat on the side. She ran the soap across her hairless vagina, remembering that the girls had said how the congregation had abused her earlier. She pushed a finger inside herself, noting that she felt tender but found no food or other objects. She watched Nikki trying to find a comfortable position where she could simply suspend herself without irritating her skin any further. "Nik, lay back against me so that your back doesn't touch the side. Put your arms over my legs. That's it." "I'm going to wash my hair in the shower" said Lauren, climbing out of the tub and down the steps. Nikki leaned back in the water, wetting her hair and Rebecca obliged by dripping shampoo over her head and massaging it into a lather. The girls dried themselves slowly. Rebecca had few problems, and Lauren managed reasonably well. Nikki however had to lie on the bed while they covered her in clean white sheets and patted her dry. The pain was really setting in now, and any touch of her back or thighs produced an instant squeal. Rebecca found some antiseptic cream in the bathroom cabinet and did the best she could for her, rubbing a little into each wound while Nikki twitched and groaned. Eventually, they wrapped themselves again in their duvets and curled up on the bed. "We can't go to sleep. We need to think of how we're going to escape" said Lauren, hoping someone was listening. "I can't." "She's right, we must stay awake! I'll make some coffee" offered Rebecca as she made her way to the door. There was silence for a few minutes while the sound of cups and water echoed from the kitchen. "Lori, do you trust her? Or is she part of their plan?" "Don't know. Nik, I'm so scared." She sobbed again, sniffing loudly as her nose blocked up. Nikki moved over towards her on the bed. Lauren realised that any movement caused her great pain. "That girl, she said they've killed people who don't do what they say." said Lauren. Nikki shook her head slightly. "I don't know what to think. They seem to like hurting people. Who says they're going to ever let us go? My mum told me about some church where they brainwash you so you never leave." "This doesn't seem like a church at all. More like some club for screwing." "Yeah, you're right." Rebecca wandered back into the room and put two mugs on the table beside the bed. They drank in silence, watching the steam rise from the mugs as their thoughts were elsewhere. "What's the time?" asked Lauren. "Not sure, I'll look in the kitchen" said Rebecca. "twelve-thirty" she said on her return. "Another hour before they come and get us" "I can't do it again, I just can't!" cried Nikki, pulling the duvet tighter around her body. The tears came freely now as she looked down at the bed. She wiped her nose on the back of her hand as she sniffed, brushing the tears off her cheeks and into her hair. She spilled her coffee as she shook, great wails of suffering tinged with pure fear racked her body. Lauren rested her hand on her knee. "We'll look after you. Just stay out of the way. They just want to screw me, then we can go." said Lauren quietly. "You know what, I think I've seen that Simone woman somewhere else." said Nikki, wiping her nose on the duvet. "She's the one who we did the photos with - Jim and I - a few weeks ago." offered Lauren. "No, somewhere else. I've seen her before!" said Nikki, her sniffles continuing as she frowned, thinking hard. "I noticed that she had a weird birthmark on her arse. What do they call it, blackberry or something" said Lauren. "Strawberry" said Rebecca. "Whatever. Oh, hold on , I know, in that film! You know, the one I brought round to your place." shouted Nikki. "Shit, I think you're right. She was Jane who couldn't remember anything" Nikki drew in a sharp breath as her mouth fell open. "What?" asked Lauren, anxiety written all over face. "The end of the film!" "We turned it off. It looked awful" said Lauren. "I saw it when I got home. It showed a girl getting stabbed by another bigger girl." "Rubbish!" shouted Rebecca. "I saw it. There's blood everywhere" "Oh fuck, no!" said Lauren. Rebecca said nothing. She simply stared in disbelief at the two girls. End of Chapter 34 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /