Message-ID: <2518eli$9707302210@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cmndr@nym.alias.net.NOSPAM (Commander Jameson) Subject: {ASS} RP: "Lauren Gisal" by Francis Dashwood (ch. 27-39 complete) (ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <33e79c0e.3200565@207.14.113.2XCJ> Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (27/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc) From: Francis Dashwood Date: 20 Jul 1997 18:03:42 GMT -------- 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 27 Mike burst through the door just after four thirty that afternoon, sensing that something was wrong before he was halfway across the kitchen. He poked his head into the lounge, noting that his parents were somber as their conversation ceased. "Mike, do you know where your sister is?" asked Maurice "Er, no. Isn't she with Nikki?" "Not at the moment. They've been gone since early morning" said his mother, Daniele. "What's today?" he asked. "Sunday, August 30th" replied his father. "I think today's the day that Rebecca next door was going to have her church ceremony. Lauren and Nikki were going to be there as well." "What church ceremony?" asked Maurice, a slight look of relief flitting across his face. "I can't remember what the church was called. Seemed a bit whacky to me, a mixture of all sorts of religions" "Mike, I want to ask you something. We think Lauren is in some sort of trouble, and may be hanging around with some nasty people. Do you know if she and Jim have been, you know." asked his mother, looking down at her clenched hands. "What?" "You know, do you think that they have slept together?" His mother spat out the words like rancid milk. "I don't know, how should I?" replied Mike, looking out the window. "Tell us the truth, Mike. This is very important." she said, her voice quivering with emotion. "Honest, I don't know. I know she really likes him. He seems OK to me. What's happened?" "Nothing, we hope." offered his father. "We had a phone call from someone who suggested that she might have done some bad things. I don't want to say anymore, just that we want to talk to her this minute." "Perhaps they've gone to Jim's place. Have you called next door?" asked Mike. Daniele looked at Maurice, silently commanding him. His father nodded his head. "Yes, I'll go and see if anyone's home." The back door slammed and Mike sat down in the vacant chair. "Mike, you really need to tell us if you know anything. There would be more trouble if any of this was true and we found out from somewhere else. Now, do you know if she has slept with him?" asked his mother, sitting on the edge of the sofa. "Mum, I don't know. Really. She's old enough, isn't she?" "No, she's only thirteen!" cried his mother, staring in disbelief at her son's question. "She's only a child!" "Why don't we call Jim and ask him?" "Oh, I couldn't". She stared straight at him, her eyes squinting. The look was enough to confirm that his mother did not believe him. "I'll do it. I'll explain that we're worried and see how he sounds. I don't need to say anymore" said Mike, moving towards the phone. "Wait! Wait until your father returns" said his mother, slumping back in the chair, defeated by the thoughts and scenarios rushing through her mind. She dabbed her eyes with a small white handkerchief, returning it underneath the sleeve of her cardigan. They sat in silence, Mike staring at the blank television screen while his mother stared at the floor. Their heads jerked up when the backdoor creaked open. Maurice entered the room and looked at Mike then Daniele. "I spoke to Claude. Mrs Renzer is out with her ladies, as usual. He says he thinks Rebecca went to this church thing, and thinks that the girls were with her. He also thinks that the church is `in the mountains somewhere' but isn't too sure where. Honestly, the man's a fool. I really have little respect for him. He thinks the church has something to do with Residues, but couldn't be sure. Anyway, he'll leave a note for Mrs Renzer to pop round when she's back from her tea with the ladies." "But he doesn't seem concerned?" "No, but that's probably because he knows nothing!" he growled. "Mike suggested he should call Jim, in case the girls are there." offered Daniele. "I suppose so. Just don't, you know, don't be too blunt. After all, he may be totally innocent." Mike braced himself to get out of the chair when the phone rang. His father picked it up. He listened for several moments before shooing Mike out of the way and slumping into the seat. He covered the mouthpiece of the phone and turned to Daniele. "It's Andre, he's found some sort of video in Nikki's room" Mike looked immediately at his mother, her face drained of colour. He gripped the side of his father's chair for support. "So where did that video come from?" He stared once again at the carpet, frowning. "But how did she get it from the hotel?" Maurice shook his head sadly. "Look, I'm going to call Kristal, she seems to be something to do with all this! I'll speak to you later" Maurice replaced the receiver silently. "What?" asked Daniele. "Andre found a video in Nikki's room - one of several that she has found at his hotel - and played it." Maurice drew in a deep breath and exhaled loudly. "It's quite disgusting. It has teenagers doing allsorts of things and there's scenes of people being whipped. He's very concerned about Nikki, since she's never been out so long without telling them or leaving a note. He's checked with all her friends and nobody has seen them." Daniele shook her head silently as the tears rolled down her cheeks. She left the room and busied herself in the kitchen. Her husband gripped the side of his chair, his anger and concern evident as he pounded his fist on the seat. End of Chapter 27 Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (28/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc) From: Francis Dashwood Date: 20 Jul 1997 17:53:03 GMT -------- 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 28. "What happened?" asked Lauren, walking back towards Nikki, who crouched by the side of the altar. "I can't move! Someone handcuffed my foot. Look!" Lauren felt her flesh creep as blood surged into her head. Her mouth felt dry as she looked at Nikki, her face a combination of fear and panic as she struggled to free herself, the robe spilling open in an undignified manner to show her little white knickers. The congregation seemed unconcerned about her plight and continued their conversations. Lauren knelt down beside Nikki, pulling at the metal handcuff that secured her foot to the heavy iron rings embedded in the cobbled floor. "Lauren, please join our church" said the priestess behind her. Lauren turned to face her. "Undo her!" commanded Lauren. "Lauren, we want you with us." "No! Never. We want to go home" she replied, trying to slip the handcuff over Nikki's foot to no avail. Lauren stood up and confronted the priestess. "Look, I just want to go. I don't want to join the church!" She looked around for Rebecca as Nikki continued to struggle, clearly losing patience as she sat on the floor with her robe gathered around her waist so she could see her feet. "Please. Is this some sort of joke?" screamed Nikki. Rebecca overheard the commotion and drifted slowly over to the girls. "What's up, Lori?" "Someone put handcuffs on Nikki's foot and she can't get them off!" said Lauren, her voice tinged with fear as she looked at Rebecca and the priestess for reaction. "Come on, let her go. We need to get home" said Rebecca, bending down to help Nikki free her right foot. "It's clear that you, Rebecca, were not really ready to enter the church. It is our wish that Lauren joins our movement, and you will do everything to assist. Is that clear?" said the priestess firmly. "Not tying people up, though!" she replied, consoling Nikki who was shaking slightly from the whole episode. "Rebecca!" shouted the priest, towering above her. "Stand up. Now!" Rebecca rose slowly, still six inches shorter than the priest. "Rebecca, you will obey Sister Winifred" "No, this is crazy!" said Rebecca angrily. "Look at me, Rebecca! Look at me! Remember the ice cold water of mountain streams. The ice cold water, Rebecca, the ice cold water of mountain streams." Rebecca's head moved back slightly, as though a wonderful thought had just struck her, and her eyes drifted away from the priest's face, searching out the void in the middle distance. She swayed slightly as though a breeze had caught her. "Rebecca, we want Lauren to join us, don't we?" asked the priest. "Lauren, join us. Let the church enter you." said Rebecca in a monotonous drawl. "No!" screamed Lauren, looking frantically up from Nikki towards the silent congregation for support. "Help her, someone!" Nobody moved. Lauren's lower lip quivered as feelings of helplessness and panic set in. "Lauren, only you can help her, help both of your friends. Lie down on the altar" said the priestess, taking her arm gently. "Never, get the hell off me you bitch!" shouted Lauren, tears welling up around her eyes. Lauren watched the priest move away and nod to a man in the congregation. Lauren had just turned back to shout at the priestess again when she saw a hand raised out of the corner of her eye. Instinctively, she ducked to avoid the blow which never came. The swish through the air was followed by a loud thwack and a scream that registered surprise, indignity and pain. Lauren wheeled round to see Nikki straining at the iron ring while raising her left hand to fend off a second blow. Lauren couldn't see where the first had hit her, but from the look on her face, Nikki was clearly in pain and very scared. "You shits!" shouted Nikki, on the verge of tears, looking around rapidly in each direction to try and detect where the person who whipped her might be hiding. "Lori, lie down on the altar. Now, for her sake and your own." said Sister Winifred, calmly. "No, this is stupid. Let us both go. Where's Ariane?" asked Lauren. Some of the crowd had taken their places back on the benches, while others gathered around Lauren and Nikki. "Don't worry about her. Lie down and enter the church" said Sister Winifred. "No, I want to go!" A second whoosh through the air was followed by another agonising scream as Nikki curled up into a fetal position, her arms covering her head, her gown obscenely gathered around her waist. The woman with the whip emerged from the knot of onlookers and stood over her prey. Lauren could feel the tears running down her face and stared in astonishment that they should both be crying. She looked at Nikki, curled up defenceless on the floor, noting for the first time a slight tear in her robe just above the waist on her back. She saw Rebecca kneeling in front of a man in the congregation, untying his robe. His thick cock was protruding through the robe, bobbing in front of her, as he ran his hands through her red hair. A third whoosh, and another scream from the floor in front of her. Nikki sobbed loudly, her breaths short and noisy as she used her left hand to rub her back. "Lauren, lie down now. We don't want to hurt either of you. But if you don't obey us, it will become very painful. We have all night, you know!" said the priestess, again in a calm voice, her long dark hair swirling as she turned towards the bales of hay that formed the crude altar. Lauren glimpsed her long shapely legs again through the slit in her robe. "No, please, just let us go. Please!" sobbed Lauren, shaking uncontrollably as she looked at the altar and then back at Nikki, curled up like a frightened animal. The young boy that had been Karl's best man was behind the woman with the whip. She saw the boy's robe bulging in front, his erection helped by the hand of the young girl who had offered Rebecca the flowers. "This is your last chance, Lauren" said the Priest. Nikki shrieked. "No, please, no more!" "Lauren, either lie down and join the church or your friend will suffer the consequences!" he said. "No. Let us go, now! We just want to go home!" she cried, kneeling beside Nikki and holding her close. Their sobbing echoed around the room, without any noticeable effect on the crowd. "Very well, Lauren, get up please!" said the Priest. "No, leave us alone!" said Lauren. She hugged Nikki closer to her, covering her body with her own to protect her from any further attacks. "Very touching. Move away from her, or I'll make sure she's whipped for an hour!" Slowly, Lauren shuffled away. The priest took hold of the whip and stood over Nikki. "Now, you had a chance to spare your friend and you didn't take it. I want you to realise what the consequences are of disobeying our instructions!" He glared at her, raised his hand and brought the whip down across Nikki's thighs. Nikki had started to scream even before the whip hit her. As it bit through the robe into her skin, she moved spastically over the floor, tugging once again at the iron ring in the floor while nursing the stinging skin with her other hand. Lauren made a move towards her. "Don't you even think about it!" he shouted, glaring at Lauren as he stepped back to line up for another stroke. Lauren froze. "If you so much as touch her, I'll whip her twice as hard!" he warned, raising his hand. The stroke hit Nikki again on the thigh, then again on her buttocks. Any area of her body that was exposed was a target. Lauren could only lie on the floor, her fingers in her ears and her eyes tightly shut, blocking out the awful reality of the punishment. She sobbed uncontrollably on the cold stone floor as the regular swish and scream still managed to penetrate her senses, her mind half registering the actuality of the man's grotesque actions while expecting any time to wake up from her worst nightmare. Nikki's reactions to the pain grew less and less dramatic while her crying increased to a wail, punctuated each time with a grunt as the whip found it's mark. "And now the second part of her punishment." said the Priest, throwing the whip to one side. The best man emerged from the group of on-lookers, his cock poking out between the join in his robe. The Priest took Nikki's arms and roughly pulled her so that she lay on her back. He then pulled her left leg up, and with the assistance of another older man in the group, tethered her free ankle to a rope from the beam overhead. They lowered her bottom down to the level of the altar, so that with one foot fixed to the ground, and the other about three feet in the air, her white knickers were exposed to everyone. The priestess returned with what looked like a ceremonial knife in her hand, it's golden scabbard gleaming in the lights. "No, you can't hurt her. Please, I'll do anything!" screamed Lauren, her eyes bulging at the sight of the ornate dagger. "Too late. You should have thought about that. Sit back down!" she shouted. He grinned wickedly as he ran his finger lightly along the blade. End of Chapter 28 Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (29/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc) From: Francis Dashwood Date: 20 Jul 1997 17:53:22 GMT -------- 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 29 Sunday 30th August, 7pm Mike sat with his parents in the lounge as darkness descended. He face had grown pale since there had been mention of the video at Nikki's house. He and his parents looked thankful for the gathering gloom, concealing their worries, giving each of them a place to hide. His mother broke the silence. "Just because Andre found a video doesn't mean that Lauren has been involved in one. All we think is that she may have had some pictures taken." "What's this about pictures?" asked Mike, looking at his father. "Someone called to say that they had seen pictures of Lauren, posing with no clothes on, some on her own and others with a boy and older girl." "And you think Jim might be the boy?" "Who else?" he said quickly. "I don't know. How do you know it's even Lauren?" "We don't. Perhaps it's all a big misunderstanding. Call Jim, see what you can find out, there's a good boy." Mike took the phone and dragged the cord with him so that he could sit on the stairs with some privacy. He dialed the number and was taken by surprise when the phone was answered after only half a ring. "Hey, this is Mike, Lauren's brother. Is Jim there? Oh, hi Jim. Look we're having a bit of a panic over here. Lauren has been out since last night, and we wondered if she was with you?" He too stared at the floor, shaking his head sadly as he listened to the bad news. "So when did you last see her? A week ago? And when did you last talk to her? OK, that must have been from Nikki's house because she left here yesterday morning." Mike paused, listening to Jim, but staring into space as he rehearsed the question again and again. "Look, Jim, you don't have to answer this, but I really need to know. Have you ever slept with her?" he paused, analysing the reply. "And do you think anyone could have photographed you while you, er...." But Mike never heard the answer. His father stormed out of the lounge and ripped the phone from his hand. "You little shit!" he bellowed, his face almost purple with rage. "I'll have you in court within twenty-four hours!" Mike moved quickly out of range of his father. "Do you know how old she is? Eh? She's thirteen, that's how old! You dirty little bastard." Maurice swung from side to side, almost pulling the phone cord from the wall. Mike shuffled back into the lounge to discover his mother sobbing into her handkerchief. He sat next to her on the sofa and put his arm around her shoulders. She shrugged him off with a simple shake of her head as she brought her hand to her mouth as though she was about to vomit. The litany of abuse continued in the hallway, his father venting his anger and rage at Lauren's helpless boyfriend. He had never heard his father use such language, assuming up until that point that he didn't even know of the existence of most swear words. There was a crash as the receiver was replaced. "He's sorry! Sorry! Jeeze, I'm going to kill that boy, just you watch!" stormed his father, his face still puce from anger. "Did he know anything about the church?" asked Daniele. "Oh, I didn't ask" replied Maurice, closing his eyes as he cursed himself. "Well, you can't ring him up now, can you? Regardless of his crime against Lauren, just think what courage it took to own up to it, Maurice. I bet we'll need him if we're going to sort this thing out. After all, she tells him everything!" "What do you think I should have done then, eh?" asked Maurice angrily. "I don't know, but now we either sit here and wait for Celestine to come home, or we talk to Jim, or we talk to Kristal." "I'll call Kristal, see what she's got to say for herself, the little pervert." Maurice picked up the phone and ran through the personal address book until he found her name. He dialed slowly, closing the book as he waited for someone to answer. "Hello? Hi, this is Maurice Gisal, Lauren's father. We have a problem that I think you might be able to help us with. Can you tell me about the pictures you saw of her at AnneMarie's hen night?" He sat, clutching his stomach with his free hand. "How many?" Uh huh. Do you know who took them? Oh right, just a minute while I get a pen." He waved madly in the air at Daniele. She retrieved a pen and pad of paper from the top of his bookcase in the dining room. "OK, go on. 6, Rue les Hallets, yes, I know the area a bit. Marlene Stern. OK, got that, any phone number? Great, got it. Thanks. Where are the pictures now? Oh OK, bye." He hung up. "So, what's did she say?" asked Daniele. "Says she's wasn't sure who was in the picture. She's never seen Jim, and she didn't actually bring them to the hen night. Some other girl did. Supposedly she works at this address. I'll give it a call." "But there won't be anyone there Sunday night!" "What else? Wait `til the shops open Monday morning?" he snarled. "Hey, we still don't know anything for sure. And you can't go on assuming that everyone on the other end of the phone is a pervert and guilty as sin, you know" replied Daniele. "I'm sorry if it sounds like that. But it's all mounting up. And anyway, that boy said that he'd, you know. He'd actually done it with Lori. The bastard. Just you wait, he'll get ten years for this!" The red glow returned to his face. Mike stared at the floor, his breathing heavy and the palms of his hands sweating. "I'm going to ring this Marlene woman, see what she's got to say for herself!" He picked up the phone and dialed, staring blankly through the window at the street outside at the drizzle outside. "Hi, I'd like to talk to Marlene Stern?" he inquired. He paused, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Oh good, my name's Maurice Gisal, and I hope you can help me. I understand that you're a photographer and may have taken some pictures of my daughter?" He turned to Daniele and nodded. "Sorry? Oh, Lauren" The look of dismay returned as Marlene had obviously confirmed that she had taken some photos of her. "Ask her where she might be right now - forget the photos!" hissed Daniele. "Is she there with you now?" he asked. "Any ideas, we think she may be in some trouble" He sat down once again as Marlene launched into a lengthy explanation. He wrote quickly, taking down details as she spoke. Daniele and Mike gathered around, watching as he wrote on the paper. "And Simone is something to do with this church, is she?" he asked, circling a couple of words on the page. "Really? Where would they be meeting tonight - we really need to find them quickly?" He listened for almost a minute without writing, shaking his head now and again as he gripped the pen tighter and tighter. "OK, thanks, yes, I may ring back later. No, thanks, you've been very helpful. Yes, of course we will, thanks!" He replaced the receiver and looked at the paper. "Someone called Simone seems to be the head of the church around here and they have a priest visiting from America." "What's wrong with that?" asked Mike, happy that the subject had been changed. "Probably nothing. But she said that Simone used to be in films, but didn't like the material that she was put forward for so she quit." He looked up, knowing that he had their attention. "They have a place up in the mountains, Marlene didn't know quite where, but it's very secretive." "But does she think there's any danger?" "Yes, she does. She says that Simone loves violence, loves young girls and is a fanatic about her church." "What church is this then? Surely not the same as Rebecca's?" asked Daniele. "Almost certainly. I'm going to call up the department's computer and take a look at what we have on them. Maybe we can get an address." Maurice went into the dining room and powered up his PC. He logged into his account and selected menu items until he was able to conduct a search on the church. He printed out a few details and scanned through the pages. "Well, anything?" asked Daniele. "No, not much. I'll try a few other things" After about twenty minutes, Daniele joined him, putting her hand on his shoulder as he typed. "That woman sounded quite helpful, right?" "Yes, she was. She was quite concerned. Seems like she had heard about Nikki and Jim. She asked that if we would call her once we found Lauren and let her know she was safe." "We should ask Andre if he wants to come round here. It'll be easier to plan that way." she suggested. "Good idea. Just let me finish this and I'll log off and call him." He stared at the screen for a while, and then fetched his original printout, comparing the two. "That's weird, there's more there this time!" he said. "Perhaps someone's typing the stuff in now?" suggested Mike. "It's unlikely, but possible I suppose. I'll log off!" He cut the line and called the department, waiting impatiently for his call to be answered. "Hello, who's this? Oh, look, I need to know who is entering data into our database at the moment. Can you put me through to the computer centre?" He raised his eyes to the ceiling in disgust. "Look, it's important! What, oh, Maurice Gisal, I work on the 3rd floor in Special Investigations." He paused as the security guard repeated his name. "What, oh, ZU03858. Yes, that's right. OK, thanks!" He waited again as the phone rang continuously. A loud clunk was followed by a man's voice. "Hi, this is Maurice Gisal, I work in Special Investigations. I need to know who's entering data into a database. It's the background log database for our group. Yes, thanks, I'll hold." Maurice gave his password, and to his annoyance, his user name twice before the operator believed that he was an employee. They exchanged few words while the operator did his job. "Ah ha, but where is the typing coming from, is it outside or inside the building? Inside? Brilliant, can you tell me their extention number?" For the first time in hours, Maurice smiled as his luck changed. "Yes, put me through, and thanks!" The phone was answered almost immediately and Maurice established his identity. "I see that you've been typing in background information about The Residualists. Have you got anything up to date?" He wrote furiously, scrawling over the already full page with various notes. He established that there was not just one mountain retreat, but two. The first was near Lauterbrunnen, about forty minutes away by car, while the second was near Lausanne, almost an hour away, with at least an hour between the two. "What about background on the main players?" asked Maurice, pausing again before scribbling again. "Look, I'm really grateful, thanks again!" He hung up and turned to Daniele and Mike. "Well, we've got a choice of two places, but they're hours apart." "So why don't we visit them both?" asked Mike. "Well, we could..." The phone rang. He picked it up almost instantly. "Andre, what news?" His eyes closed as his head swayed from side to side. "Oh Christ, no. Andre, Daniele thinks you should come round here. Tell Jean where you are and she can join us later. We're think we're going to have to go after them, and what you say added to Marlene's comments, I think we'd better hurry!" He rang off, looking back towards Daniele. "Now what? What did he say?" "He ran through the remainder of the film. After this whipping and stuff, it looks like the main character, a young girl, gets stabbed to death. He says it looks very real" Daniele brought her hand to her mouth and staggered to her feet. She ran from the room making retching noises as she mounted the stairs. End of Chapter 29 Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (30/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc) From: Francis Dashwood Date: 20 Jul 1997 17:54:41 GMT -------- 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 30 The priestess offered the heavy golden dagger to Lauren. She took the jeweled handle, aware of the weight of the knife as she turned it over in her hand. "Cut her knickers off, Lauren." said the Priest. " If you don't, I'll blindfold someone else and they will do it!" Nikki whimpered. Lauren rose to her knees, her legs barely supporting her as she sobbed, shaking her head as if to clear her head of the bad dream. The congregation watched as she crawled slowly towards Nikki. She looked at her young friend cowering on the bale of straw, her right leg bent uncomfortably due to the handcuffs. Her hair was plastered over her face, stuck in places from cold sweat. Lauren knelt between her legs as the chatter in the room ceased. She inserted the tip of the knife underneath the elastic of the gusset and turned the knife gently, amazed at how easily it cut through the material. It left a jagged line in the cloth between which Nikki's dark pubic hair was plainly visible. Lauren looked up at the Priest with a request for mercy across her face that was roundly ignored. Instead, he leaned down and picked up the whip, readying himself for another strike. Lauren cut again, taking care not to knick her soft flesh. Only hours before, Lauren realised she had inserted her wet tongue into the same place. Now it was a razor sharp knife. She sobbed as she sliced the other side of the material, and the whole area was exposed to everyone's gaze. "Give me the knife!" commanded the Priest. He walked around to Nikki's face, and squatted in front of her. "Now, you'd better perform." He ran the tip of the knife gently across her cheek, down over her breasts and along her legs. Nikki shook, her tears flowing freely as he ran the knife over her anus and between her tightly closed pussy lips. The Priest stood, and nodded at the best man who positioned himself between Nikki's legs. He was joined by the other young girl, who held a small tube which she squeezed against her hand. She administered the jelly-like substance to Nikki's vagina and anus, concentrating on her little round bottom hole, pushing the lubricant inside with her fingers. Nikki squirmed at her touch, realising what was about to happen, petrified that while she had experienced a finger inside her rectum, she had never felt anything the size of a boy's cock. Once the girl had finished her duty, she slid around to Nikki's head and held her face in her hands, pushing her damp hair out of her eyes and caressing her cheek. "There, don't worry. After the first few you won't feel anything!" Nikki screamed until her voice gave way to a croak. The girl undid her own robe, letting the assembled crowd see her young breasts and the pert nipples, offering one of them to Nikki's quivering mouth. The boy approached Nikki and gripped her raised leg for support with his left hand as he guided his cock to her jelly-covered anus. He rested the tip of his cock against her briefly, nudging against the resistance. The girl held Nikki close to her chest as the whimpering grew stronger, more critical, more desperate. "I'll join! Now! Just please, don't do it! Please!" cried Lauren "Too late. This is her punishment for your disobedience. It hasn't finished yet, stupid girl." Turning the best man, the Priest nodded. "Do it now, quickly!" he ordered. The young boy made one trial attempt to enter her, noted that he had entered almost an inch, and withdrew. As Nikki's muffled screams grew louder, he plunged in, burying his cock inside the thirteen year-old girl so that his balls banged against the cheeks of her bottom. Nikki's head jerked backwards in the girl's hands, her open mouth making no sound, her eyes screwed tightly shut. The boy picked up speed, but seemed to care little for the pleasure that he found from penetrating her anus. Lauren watched in horror as Nikki's screams returned, muffled by the young girls' breasts, and then died away to be replaced by the occasional grunts. The smell of faeces pervaded the room as he pumped back and forth, causing Lauren to retch painfully. She looked around the room, noting that a number of the men watching the punishment had erections, some of which were being sustained by women. The priestess moved around behind the boy and knelt on the floor, watching his cock plunge into Nikki's anus. She inserted her index finger into her mouth and licked it carefully, withdrew it and searched out the boy's own anus. With a practiced hand, she pushed firmly inside him, matching his rhythm and gripping his left leg with her hand. The new found stimulation caused him to increase his rate of thrusting until he quivered and came. Lauren saw the tell-tale sign of cum spewing out with every stroke of his dark red cock. She forced herself to look at Nikki, and saw a mixture of pain and embarrassment as her tears ran down the young girl's breast and her sobbing continued unabated. As the young boy withdrew, the priestess rose and looked over to Lauren. "Now, lie down on the altar and prepare to enter the church" "And if you don't do as we say, your friend here will suffer once again. But the next time, she may well loose consciousness!" shouted the Priest. Lauren looked at him with utter dismay, the tears in her eyes distorting his appearance as she shuffled towards the altar. She felt her sphincter loosen as the fear inside her mounted. The straw crackled under her feet as she slowly wandered towards the bales. Turing round to face the congregation, she shakily sat down on the upper bale and looked up at the priestess with pleading eyes. "Please..." she whimpered, her eyes darting around the room as she fidgeted with her hands in her lap. "Lauren, I want you to lay back and enjoy the rest of the evening" she said, helping her to lie down on the bale of straw. Rough hands took her feet and held her tightly as she struggled half-heartedly. Lauren was now fully convinced that the people in the barn meant business, and would not worry about inflicting any degree of pain on either Nikki or herself. She felt ropes or something similar being tied to her ankles, and her legs rose in the air as two men either side of her pulled down on ropes that were thrown over the beams. "No, no please, please don't tie me up. I'll do whatever you want" she screamed. "This is what we want, Lauren." replied the priestess. Although her legs were by no means vertical, her feet were separated by about a meter, and while the robe covered her breasts and stomach, it fell away over her thighs. Lauren was therefore pretty sure that everyone had a good view of her tight white knickers. "Now, Lauren, I'm going to show a film, and while everyone is watching, you'll be shaved in preparation for your big moment." Lauren looked around, noticing once again the TV sets that were stationed around the room. The congregation returned to their places on the benches in front of her. She noticed Nikki pulling herself slowly up to her side. She smiled weakly at her, feeling better now that Nikki could see that she was suffering as well. Nikki looked ill, with red eyes that bore witness to her ordeal, and skin that had all the marks of an uncontrolled beating. Bruises mingled with the red lacerations across her back. Lauren was unable to tell for certain whether there was any sign of blood, but some of the wounds certainly looked like they would open up into serious injuries during any further assault. Snow burst across the TV screen and meaningless noise hissed from the speakers. The conversation in the barn subsided as people turned to the screens for the next round of entertainment. Lauren saw a scene resembling a shop, taken by what must have been a concealed camera. Lauren thought it was vaguely familiar, although there was no label or advertisement for any product line to be seen. The picture remained the same for almost a minute, the curiosity of the crowd rising and then beginning to fall as people started talking once again. Footsteps could then be heard, and a white door opened at the far end of the shop. Lauren's mouth dried instantly as her heart rate leapt. It was though she had been struck in the face with the worlds largest hammer. Her mind screamed at her as she saw a young girl skipping through the door, wearing a pale blue summer dress. The young girl kicked off her sandals and then unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor, exposing her young breasts. Lauren tried in vain to understand where she could have been photographed. The misery and anger welled up inside her as she felt ultimately betrayed. And then it came to her, as she watched herself selecting a white blouse and a skirt. It had been one of the visits to Marlene's house. Simone had done her makeup. It was then that she wailed for the first time, as the realisation hit her that in all probability, her knicker shots, and maybe even worse, those with her and Jim, would be on the tape. Her thoughts turned to their second visit, and their love making with Simone. She screamed. "Please, this is wrong. Please turn it off" she sobbed. "No, my sweet, this is you, for everyone to see. You'll have no secrets from the church!" said the Priestess. Lauren stared at the mask, peering into the dark holes that were her eyes. Again, she tried to piece together the fleeting thoughts and samples of recollection that her mind offered up. And somehow, this time, a full picture emerged. "Oh no! No! Simone! Oh God, how could you?" "Shh, my little pretty!" whispered Simone. She motioned to Rebecca to join her. The red- headed girl dragged herself across to Lauren's feet, twitching occasionally as though another force was pulling in the opposite direction. Lauren noticed that something was running down her face and neck and that her hair was a mess of tangles, stuck together in places to her face. Her movements were slow, lethargic in comparison to the bubbly girl who had been with them that morning in the Jacuzzi. The contrast again reminded Lauren of the danger they were all in, and turning back to the screen, she saw herself sitting sweetly on the big white chair, showing a hint of her knickers to the camera underneath the white fairy-tale dress. Her senses returned to the present as the two girls knelt between Lauren's legs as one of the men in the congregation placed a hand just above her forehead. There was no pressure at all, but it restricted her movements such that she could barely see above her knees without straining. She collapsed back to rest her head on the straw bale, aware of the girls moving between her legs, their hair brushing her inner thighs as their tongues traced their route towards her damp knickers. She knew somehow that Rebecca was on her right, and sensed that Simone was offering her encouragement, almost goading her into following her lead. She felt them tugging at her knickers and decided that resistance was useless as she raised her bottom off the straw bale, feeling soft hands over her vagina and the cheeks of her bottom as her knickers came into view. She saw Simone wielding the ceremonial knife, cutting deftly away at the material and letting the remains drop to the floor. Lauren's full concentration was on the knife. She had been relieved to see it taken away after she had used it on Nikki's underwear, but she had lost track of it this time, fueling her imagination and terror over it being used for a more deadly purpose than cutting her clothes. "Oh, yes!" said Simone in a seductive voice. "Just look at you two! I've watched this bit so many times. In fact, a lot people have seen you in action many times. You're so young. So fresh!" Lauren turned back to the screen to see Jim resting between her legs as they kissed gently. Lauren watched incredulously, unable to understand how she could have been so stupid to believe that there was nobody there. And as her anguish mounted, it dawned on her that there was a possibility that Jim had been part of the plan to film the scenes. Her mind raced, exploring events, traveling along dark roads that she wished had never existed as she weighed facts, ideas and thoughts to arrive at no conclusion except that there was indeed a chance that he had tricked her. Her tears welled up and flowed freely again from her eyes as she realised that she was on her own. Even though Rebecca had asked her to come along, there was an awful sense that all of the evening was pre-ordained, guaranteed to happen and planned such that fate would have no hand in the outcome. A tongue lapped against the lips of her vagina, causing her to shudder. She was unsure whether she was aroused or not, but she had a distinct impression that with the scene of Jim pulling the side of her knickers away to reveal her wetness, she could feel the tongue pushing into her with ease. She heard someone arrive, and looked up to see a can of shaving foam and a pack of razors. "Lauren, I'm going to get rid of this hair for you. Just stay still and everything will be fine." said Simone, shaking the can. She felt the cold soap being spread over her vagina and knew for certain that she was very aroused. She turned to see Jim's cock spring out as she pulled down his underpants. Suddenly, the film went into slow motion, and she saw him slowly approaching her. She realised that there must have been several cameras trained on them as the film alternated between a number of close-ups from different angles. The first sweep of the razor went over the top of her vagina. She felt it tugging at some of the hairs on it's way as Simone's hand brushed against her swollen clitoris. She looked over to see Jim's huge cock poised at her entrance, and recalled his patience as he had slowly entered her. "Oh, Lauren, you're so hot! I'm not surprised seeing this film! He's such a big boy!" said Simone, shaving once again above her clitoris. She felt a hand go down between her legs, pulling one lip of her vagina to make the job of shaving easier. The razor followed swiftly, returning to gently remove some stray hairs and then repeat the activity on the other side. She heard footsteps approaching and turned away from the TV to see two men approaching with two women. She saw the bulges in their robes and a sickening feeling engulfed her. She squirmed on the altar. "Hey! No moving, or your friend will be punished!" The two men took up positions at her head, such that she had to arch her back to see what they were going to do. She saw the woman on her right undo the mans gown, pulling out his semi-erect cock and pointing it at her. She felt revolted by the sight of the wrinkled tool surrounded by sparse clumps of pubic hair. The woman took his cock and started to run her hand expertly up and down it's length, bringing it back to life. Lauren sobbed, sniffing loudly as she covered her eyes with her hands. Almost instantly, a searing pain shot through her as Simone smacked her buttocks. "Hands away, or else!" She obeyed, looking the other way to see a younger cock pointing at her face, again held by a woman's hand. "You, get up, bitch!" shouted the priest, pointing at Nikki. She got to her knees, trembling in expectation of another beating. "Undo her robe! Quickly!" Nikki turned awkwardly in her shackles to face Lauren. She looked ghastly, with heavy red marks across her exposed skin, her eyes the same colour from crying. Slowly, she undid the little bows that held the robe together, exposing the remainder of her stomach and then her small breasts. The garment eventually fell either side of Lauren's tiny frame. Nikki kept her gaze fixed on the robe, never looking up for one minute at the shaking girl on the altar. The older women continued to stroke the cocks in their charge, the younger man's weapon looking stronger and stiffer, with a trace of fluid on the end. The woman then placed her free hand between the mans legs, and held his balls gently. He leant forward slightly, moving now with her rhythm as he reached out and felt Lauren's breast. "Get off me you bastard!" she shouted. As the final syllable left her mouth, the older man came, shooting cum into her mouth, over her hair and face, and then, with the direction of the woman, over her little breasts. The younger man followed, producing a stream of cum that hit her nose and chin. Lauren sobbed loudly as she shook her head violently from side to side as if to shake off the thick liquid on her face. "Please, no more. Please, I just want to go home!" she wailed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her crying intensified. "Now remember, Lauren, we've got the whole ceremony to come yet. You'll enjoy that, won't you?" said Simone patronisingly. "I just ... just want to go home." she sobbed. "No, not after all these preparations. Now, I've finished shaving you." said Simone, standing up and facing the majority of the congregation. "If anyone wants to inspect her, please wait until Rebecca has finished cleaning her up. Then feel free to take a closer look. She really does have a lovely young body." "No, no please!" She turned on the altar, struggling against the ropes that held her feet up in the air. She couldn't now see the men who had come over her, nor the women who had been with them. Nikki had returned to the floor, and Lauren could just see her, curled up on the cold floor, occasionally jerking from the pain and her crying. "Rebecca, come and lick the soap off her, quickly now. Make sure you do a good job, or all three of you will suffer!" said Simone, glaring at Rebecca as she approached. Lauren hardly recognised her. She walked with the greatest of effort, again as though an invisible person was tugging her in an opposite direction. Saliva dribbled from her lips as she mouthed silent words. Her hands shook, possibly because the temperature had dropped within the barn, but it was more than a shiver. The vacant expression on her face was evidence of her poor physical and mental state. Lauren thought that if she had been found in the street in this condition, she would have been taken to hospital for lengthy observation, even if she had violently objected. She approached the altar and stared in Lauren's general direction, fixing her gaze on the floor to the side of her head. With her head leaning to one side, she knelt between Lauren's legs and ran her tongue up her inner thigh. Lauren tensed, feeling the girl's tongue approaching her sex. Straining to sit up, she glimpsed her face, covered in sweat with traces of soap over her nose and eyes. Her lips also had streaks of soap over them, but Rebecca made no effort to clean herself. "Quicker!" shouted Simone, pushing her head hard between Lauren's legs so that her nose buried into her. Lauren winced, turning her head away, only to see herself again on the screen, pushing her hands underneath her lace knickers as Jim probed deeper into her. Just as Rebecca lapped along the length of her vagina, she saw herself pushing her knickers down towards her knees, her pussy wet and aroused from Jim's attention. She sobbed as her emotions swung violently from revulsion to love for Jim, back to the present horror and Rebecca's labored attempts at cleaning the soap from her body. She could hear her coughing, almost choking, no doubt from the soap that she had swallowed. She heard the crowd around her chattering and applauding the film as her hairless vagina was displayed both on the film and again in real life. And then she saw herself slipping to the floor and pulling off his underpants, freeing up his giant cock that stood proudly against his shirt. A squeal went up form the crowd as the size of his cock became apparent. "Christ, that's a beauty!" shouted one of the women. Simone marched across to Rebecca. "Come on, slut, you've finished now, get in the corner with this little one!" she ordered, unlocking Nikki's leg from the handcuff and kicking her hard on her bruised buttocks. Nikki took Rebecca's hand and both girls crawled over to the wall where the food was laid out, curling up in the darkest spot. Lauren looked across the room towards them, noting that it was dark outside. The temperature was probably falling quickly now as the heat left the valley and night set in. She thought she could make out Nikki with her arms around Rebecca, comforting her. She turned away, suddenly aware of her own situation again, her legs tiring now from being held up in the air. She had given up caring about the sight she offered to the congregation, her naked vagina exposed, red and tender. The film was now up to the point where Jim was trying, gently, to enter her. She could see the tip of his cock coaxing apart her young pussy lips as he delved deeper and deeper into her, slowly gaining inch by inch as the pain and anxiety showed on her face. She was amazed to see herself, gripping his head tightly, almost pulling his hair out, as his stroking penetrated her further each time. Simone skipped over to her, kneeling behind her head, watching the film with her. "Tell me, how did it feel?" "Let me go! I just want to go home, we haven't done anything wrong have we?" cried Lauren, twisting as well as she could to try and see Simone. "Hush, just watch!" whispered Simone and she caressed her forehead gently. "You look so lovely there. I've brought myself off many times watching this film. Just wait till you see you and me together". Simone's hands paused as she watched the picture, then returned to caress her cheek, wandering down over her chest to her nipples. To Lauren's horror, they perked up immediately, as butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She sensed the warming sensation between her legs again as Simone expertly drew lazy circles over her chest and tummy. A finger slowly traced a path down over her navel and along her leg, dipping around the knee to return inside her thigh. Lauren shifted as the finger drew closer to her pubic mound. She tensed, ready to shriek in protest. The finger avoided her vagina. Nevertheless, she let out a childlike squeal as the finger neglected her on it's way back to her breasts. "Suzy, come and help" said Simone, waving her hand to get the girls attention. "What are you going to do to me?" asked Lauren, her voice quivering. "Lie back. There there." said Simone, soothing her. "Suzy has been a model convert to the church, and it's therefore only right that she is rewarded." Lauren saw the young girl approach again who had pushed her breast in Nikki's face earlier. "Lauren, you're very beautiful. I want to thank you for coming today." said Suzy as Simone disappeared towards the food. She leant down in front of her, and Lauren felt an enormous sense of relief as her legs were lowered back to the ground. "There, I hope that feels better." "Oh, thank you. Please...please don't hurt me" sniffed Lauren, raising herself onto her elbows. "Stay lying down for now" said the girl, resting her hand on her shoulder. "I won't hurt you, I promise" She sat down on the lower bale of straw and turned to the film. After a while, she looked down at Lauren. "Is he your boyfriend?" "Mmm, I suppose so" "He seems very caring" "Yeah, I think he is" Suzy leant down towards Lauren. "Just listen to what I have to say. I'm going to kiss you, but listen, OK?" she whispered. "OK" Suzy leant over Lauren and kissed her mouth, running her tongue over her lips as her hand stroked her cheek. "All they want here is for you to cooperate. Just do what they say and everything will be OK." Suzy's attention focused on her little breasts and the taut nipples that crowned the hillocks. "The Priest wants to show the congregation that he can have sex with all the newcomers. If you do as he and the priestess say, then they'll let you all go. If you don't, then I can't predict what will happen." She paused, a pained expression on her face. "There were rumours that one girl died when she resisted!" Lauren felt dizzy, the shock washing over her as the depth of their predicament sunk in. Suzy looked around furtively, pretending to watch the film. Lauren followed her gaze and saw herself lying on the studio floor, her back arched as she came. Her eyes were transfixed on the sight as Jim withdrew his thick cock from her pussy and shot wave after wave of come over her body. Lauren unconsciously reached for Suzy and held her head. Suzy smiled at her. "Wow, that's some boyfriend!" "He's lovely. Thank you. I'm,....I'm so frightened." said Lauren, her hands shaking slightly as she felt the tears welling up again in her eyes. She sobbed involuntarily, running through scenarios that could lead to her ultimate punishment. "Just do as we say, and you'll be fine. Open your legs as much as possible." Her face disappeared out of sight as her kissing concentrated briefly on her nipples, and then moved to explore her vagina. Lauren felt the difference in this girls attention, the care and consideration that was in stark contrast to the rude abuse she had received so far. She held the girl's head as she guided her between her legs, feeling her hot breath on her clitoris as the girl licked along the length of her lips towards her anus. She continued for several minutes, relaxing Lauren with her careful tonguing and the gentle circling around her anus with her fingers. The film faded out and the congregation began talking once again, watching Suzy as she pushed her tongue inside Lauren's vagina. "OK, Suzy, it's time for the rest of the church to inspect our most recent convert. You can play with her again later." said Simone, resting her hand on Suzy's shoulder. Simone turned and nodded towards the people seated on the benches around the altar. The best man approached. Suzy stood up, smiling, her lips covered in saliva and the sweet smell of Lauren. The best man stood between Lauren's legs and ran his hand over her inner thighs. "What do you think?" asked Simone. "Very smooth! And so frightened!" he said as he pushed a finger inside her. Lauren gasped as she felt the stiff finger penetrate her. It moved inside her and withdrew without pausing or consideration. She closed her eyes, closing out the vision of her molester, almost numb now to the attention she received. After a while, she felt a different hand over her pubic mound, grabbing her, pawing her as though she was a pet for sale. Her vaginal lips were parted by two expert fingers as a thumb pushed against her clitoris, making her squirm again on the altar as a man laughed quietly from above. He slapped her thighs. "Good legs as well. Quite strong. I do like her tits, though" said a gruff voice as the inspection continued. "And you say she loves girls and boys, even at her age?" "Yep. Just wait till you see the film! At only 13 she's made love to married women, teenage girls, her brother, you name it, she's done it. She just doesn't care!" "That's not fair! That's a lie. It's not like that!" shrieked Lauren, devastated at the extent of Simone's knowledge. "Did any of them force you to do it?" asked Simone. "You even like to do it on film!" But Lauren could only cry, her chest heaving as the tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She covered her face with her hands, closing her legs in an effort to expel the latest voyeur from her presence. "I..just..want...to go home." she stammered between wails. End of Chapter 30 Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (31/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc) From: Francis Dashwood Date: 20 Jul 1997 17:52:33 GMT -------- 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. Sunday 30th August, 8pm "Mike," said his father, "we're going to have to get them out of wherever they are. My fear is that if we call the police, they'll burst in and we'll have bigger problems. We're going to need Jim to help us. Although I despise what he's done, I know we're going to need him" "What about Stefan, could he help us?" he asked. "Is he in?" "I'm not sure, I'll take a look." While Mike visited the neighbours house, Maurice went upstairs to console Daniele, who lay on her stomach on their big bed, weeping. "We'll find her, don't worry" he said, resting his hand on her back. "It's all so dreadful. I know she's in trouble, I can feel it. Maurice, we've got to get to her. What is they are filming it? Eh? I've read about these things. There are some very sick people out there." "We'll find her. When Andre gets here, we'll set off. I think we'll need the help of Jim" "But you were so rude to him. I don't know if he'll want to face you, anyway!" she sobbed. "I was hardly going to congratulate him, was I?" he snarled, his face colouring once again. "Maurice, I've never told you this, but I lost my virginity at about the same age as Lori" "What, at thirteen?" "About that, yes." "But that doesn't make it right, does it?" "No, but sometimes, it just happens that way. I'm disappointed, but not really angry. But I am very worried about wherever they've gone. It's very late now, especially for a Sunday" The kitchen door slammed shut as Mike returned. "Dad, there's nobody there!" he shouted up the stairs. "OK, can you give Jim a call, tell him I'm sorry but we'd like his help. We an collect him from the station if he wants!" "What if he won't help?" "Please, you'll have to convince him. Tell him what we know. Tell him that Lori is in danger and that we're going to go and look for her!" Mike made the call and talked quietly to Jim. He told him most of the things that they had learned that evening, with the exception of some of the hearsay that had been gathered from Marlene. He put the phone down and clumped upstairs. "OK, he'll be at the station in about thirty minutes. I said we'd collect him. What about Nikki's dad?" "I'll call him. We'll need his car as well, I think" The group had assembled by just after ten o'clock. Daniele, Maurice and Andre discussed the route they should take, deciding that they would investigate the Lausanne site first. "We'll call here once we get to the outskirts of Lausanne" said Maurice, "just in case they come home. Then we'll call you once we've investigated the first place. If we don't find anything, we'll back track and make our way to Lauterbrunnen, again calling just before we go up the mountain." "I left a note for Jean telling her briefly what's happened, but I expect she'll call here as soon as she reads the note." said Andre, his arm around Daniele. "You'll have to bring her up to date. I'm sure she'll want to be here. She can take a cab or walk" The phone rang just as Andre picked up his coat. Mike answered it and replaced the receiver. "That's Jim, he's at the station." There was a slight buzz in his voice as his excitement at the expedition fired his imagination. His father was busy bundling blankets and clean clothes into the two cars. "Come on then! Maps?" asked Maurice. "Got them" replied Mike. Maurice kissed Daniele good-bye as Mike got into the car, waving. His father joined him and both cars set off into the night. Daniele watched as they disappeared down the hill and shut the door. She breathed deeply, trying to stifle the fear inside her but to no avail. She burst into tears, crying loudly as she shook, her imagination conjuring up horrors in her mind to fuel her dread of the truth and what the next few hours would bring. She sobbed on the sofa for several minutes before turning on the television, expecting at any minute to see the program interrupted by a newsflash. She made a cup of coffee and tried to eat some fruit, but the thought of food made her feel sick. Slumped on the sofa, she sipped her coffee, returning to the kitchen to put two more spoonfuls of sugar into the steaming cup. As she walked back to the lounge, the phone rang, making her jump and spill her coffee down her leg. She set the cup down and grabbed the phone. "Hello? Oh, Jean, you've got to come over here. We think something terrible has happened." She covered her mouth as Jean questioned her. "No, they've left to look for two possible place. Maurice got the addresses from the office database." She listened to Jean for several minutes, hearing what had been found on the tape and reading Andre's letter. "Well, he's about right, although I think Lauren has been involved in some dirty photos, maybe with Jim. I really am surprised at him, I thought he was such a nice boy. Anyway, we've given him the benefit of the doubt and he's gone off with Andre, Maurice and Mike." She listened again, shaking her head as she kept one eye on the television. "Look, come round now. Come prepared to spend the night. OK, see you in about twenty minutes." The cab pulled up outside the house just before eleven o'clock, and Daniele held the front door open as she walked up the darkened path to the house. They exchanged news, Daniele adding about the research Maurice had done before they left. Jean related the contents of the film, and how it developed from a standard sex film into something very sinister. "Daniele, after the film seems to end, there's another bit added on called `Lolita' or something like that. It's about teenagers and they're all having sex - including girls with girls." "I thought there was something to do with blood?" asked Daniele. "There is. At the very end, for about five minutes..." She broke off, clearly embarrassed by the thought of relating the scene and action. "Go on, I think I know what you're going to say" "This girl is tied to a sort of bed and her clothes are cut away from her body. They take her hair off, you know, down here, and then some men have sex with her." She paused for breath, looking at the carpet as the danger that Nikki and Lauren might be in seemed to slowly sink in. "Oh God, Daniele, they have sex in her bottom too. And, after they done some other things to her, they stab her. There's blood everywhere and they carry on as if nothing had happened!" "Oh God, Maurice didn't tell me that. Oh God no!" Daniele cried uncontrollably again as Jean pulled her against her shoulder. "Hey, they'll find them. Don't get so upset, we'll probably find that they've been to some all-night party!" But Daniele wasn't listening. She dreaded the phone ringing, was panicked by the television, and tortured by her own imagination as she tried valiantly to remain in control. End of Chapter 31 Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (32/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc) From: Francis Dashwood Date: 20 Jul 1997 17:54:02 GMT -------- 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 32 A further three people, as far as Lauren could tell, came across to the altar and felt her body, paying special attention to her breasts and vagina. She kept her eyes tightly closed, which helped to mask the continuing abuse she received, but did nothing to reduce her shaking and the misery she felt within. Occasionally, she glanced sideways to Nikki and Rebecca, still huddled in the corner but now under the food tables almost out of sight. She ached all over, and even though her legs had been lowered back to normal by the young girl Suzy, she knew that walking would hurt like crazy. She desperately wanted to go to the toilet as well, and continually flexed her stomach muscles in an effort to reduce the pressure on her bladder. The music had changed, now upbeat, modern western music as opposed to the lilting rhythms of the rain forest. With darkness now complete outside, the only illumination from the windows was the reflection of the white and red barn lights. Lauren's throat ached as well from her incessant crying and she knew that her eyes must look like she had been in a fight. She also realised that the whole episode would have to be explained to her parents. Not just how the had come to be incarcerated up the mountain with a bunch of religious fanatics, but maybe even what she had done in the past few months with Nikki, Jim and Simone. Then it dawned on her that maybe they would even find out about her and Mike. She cried loudly, causing Suzy to return, a look of concern on her face. "What's happened?" "I don't feel well. I feel sick" she sobbed. "You'll be fine. Do you think you're going to vomit?" she asked. "I don't know. I just want to go home, please, that's all." "Very soon. Just do as we ask and like I said, you'll go home." Suzy went back to the seats to continue chatting. As Lauren watched her sit down, the film again flickered into life. She recognised the studio again, and presumed that this would be the second visit, where she had been so keen to be photographed with Jim and Simone. She shook her head in amazement that she could have been so gullible, so stupid to have allowed it to happen, let alone wanted to do it. Her amazement was even greater when she saw that within thirty seconds of her arrival on the studio floor, she was naked, throwing her clothes off with abandon before lying over a stool. "Oh, wow, this is a wonderful film, Simone. This is your best so far!" said one of the men sitting with his partner. "Thanks, but don't forget our sexy star. Oh! Here I am, look, this is you and me, Lauren." Lauren saw herself undressing Simone, pulling her knickers off and allowing her hand to feel her wetness. "This is the bit I like. Let's see the film and do it for real at the same time, eh?" said Simone. She moved to Lauren's head and positioned herself on the lower straw bale so that she faced Lauren's legs. Simone hiked up her robe, exposing her long legs and straddled Lauren's face. She ran her hands down the length of Lauren's body, caressing her breasts, hips and thighs. Lauren looked up to see, no more than five inches from her face, Simone's pussy lips, highly aroused, glistening in the faint light. She felt that she was inside a tent, cut off from everyone else, with just the red and white glow from the barn lights shining through Simone's robe to light her little world. She looked to her right to see the golden brown legs of the stunningly beautiful girl above her. There was no tan line to be seen, just firm, muscular legs, joining her body, separated by her vagina. Her clitoris was evident, poking carefully out from under the little hood, fringed delicately by fine black pubic hair. Lauren inhaled the sweet scent of her sex as she felt Simone's long hair brushing against her inner thighs. Simone's delicate tongue found it's target and started to languidly massage her clitoris, wandering along the length of her inner lips, up and down, returned to probe now and again at the little pink bulb that had given them both so much pleasure. Unconsciously, Lauren turned her head to the right and rubbed her nose in appreciation against Simone's thigh. Her legs were so silky smooth, so clean and tempting that she worked her way slowly upwards towards her sex. She couldn't reach her vagina, and resigned herself to watching, listening while nuzzling into her leg, pecking occasionally with her lips. She felt so safe inside the robe, as though her problems had at last disappeared. The tongue explored her vagina for several minutes while Lauren lay on the altar, aware now and then that the film was still playing, still incriminating her, still exposing her as a girl who would do anything for sex. Light broke through the robe and a cold draft followed as someone lifted the back of Simone's robe and fastened it, revealing her buttocks. Simone adjusted her stance, widening her legs as a hand ran over Lauren's face, then up Simone's thighs and around her vagina. The middle finger pushed slowly inside Simone, causing her to move slightly to accommodate it. As it withdrew, Lauren saw her pussy lips were covered in lubrication, shining wildly in the eerie light. She knew it was a man's hand, and was therefore not surprised when his thick cock pressed against Simone's wet pussy. Lauren tried to move out of the way but Simone stopped her progress by holding her thighs tightly. "Oh no, this is where you see everything. We may even want you to help later." she said, lowering herself closer to Lauren's face. The man pushed his cock deep inside Simone as her pussy lips followed it in, folding in sympathy as he plunged into her. Lauren could see that his cock gently rubbed against her clitoris, providing stimulation as he began stroking regularly. She also became aware of the smell of the man, who clearly hadn't bothered to wash himself. The odor of sweat and human faeces was obnoxious to the point where Lauren tried to hold her breath rather than breath in the foul air. The man moved confidently, held Simone's hips and put one leg up on the straw bale to balance himself. "Oh yes, that's good. Nice and slowly." said Simone, continuing to lick around Lauren's clitoris. "This is amazing!" said the man. "The film, and this little girl, and you all at the same time. I can't hold on much longer!" "Just do it in me, then. Go on! Do it deep inside me!" demanded Simone, burying her head between Lauren's legs. The man picked up speed, twitched slightly and then pushed hard as he slapped against Simone's buttocks. Lauren saw his balls crumple up as his cock swelled, and then he grunted loudly. His stroking lost it's rhythm, each push causing a little white fluid to spurt out from Simone's pussy. He stopped after a few seconds, pausing for breath before he slowly withdrew from Simone. Lauren looked up to see Simone's red inner lips slowly moving back as a little pool of cum formed at the entrance to her vagina. "More! Who's next?" asked Simone, lifting her head from Lauren's legs. Presently, Karl reappeared, his robe bulging at the front as he stood behind Simone. He undid the front enough to expose his cock, and positioned it at Simone's moist entrance. "Oh yes, Karl!" said Simone, turning round. "Our new recruit! Let's see how much you've got inside you after you pumped Rebecca full of it!" Karl smiled at her, licked his fingers and felt her already wet pussy. "No need for that, just get in there!" Lauren instinctively looked up to ensure that she positioned her face such that she could breath properly. She watched as the tip of his cock touched the inner folds of her pussy. As he slowly advanced, the skin gave way allowing him to fill her insides with his stiff tool. It was a nicer looking cock that the previous man, maybe a little shorter, but still seemed to fit very nicely between the gripping muscular walls. This time, thankfully, there was no sickly smell, and as Lauren looked up, she could see Simone's clitoris standing out proudly, fully aroused and exposed to her view. She reached out, holding onto Simone's thighs as she felt the welcome tongue return to her vagina. Karls's cock liberated much of the cum from the previous man, pushing the liquid into a little river that dripped slowly from Simone's pussy lips and down onto Lauren's cheeks. Karl slapped against Simone's buttocks as he plunged into her. His cock was slimy now, covered in a layer of cum and lubricant that smelled of pure, distilled sex. Lauren bent her legs, opening herself further to the attention of Simone. The older girl obliged by gently running her finger round her bottom, resting occasionally on her anus as she continued to plunge her tongue inside Lauren's vagina. She felt a finger exploring her anus more purposefully now, pushing at the entrance with deliberation. Lauren licked her silky thighs in encouragement and was rewarded with a finger pushed straight into her anus. Lauren could hear Karl grunting, and realised that he too was not going to last very long. Lauren reached between Simone's legs and took hold of Karl's balls, gently squeezing him. His surprise was evident as he jerked suddenly, interrupting his rhythm, before resuming with even greater speed and enthusiasm. Lauren held him, pressing her thumb against his anus as he plowed into Simone's pussy. He dug his nails into Simone's thighs as he came, shrieking with delight, filling her again with a torrent of cum. It squeezed out of her, dribbling down her inside leg and over Lauren's mouth as he continued to pound into her. Simone sensed his orgasm and tried as hard as she could to bring Lauren to climax as well. Wetting her finger, she reintroduced it into Lauren's anus while pushing her tongue deep into her hot sex. Lauren trembled with emotion, unsure whether the correct reaction was to scream with pleasure or disgust. But the build up of lust and the waves of enjoyment were unmistakable as she lifted her bottom slightly to encourage Simone's finger and tongue. Lauren looked up as Karl slowly withdrew his rigid wet tool and watched Simone's vagina releasing it as the folds of skin reluctantly gave way. The sight of her beautiful sex and his hard cock were enough to send Lauren shooting over the edge. She pulled her legs hard against her chest, almost knocking Simone out of the way as she came with such force that she thought she might burst into tears again. As she floated in no- mans land, oblivious to the company surrounding her, Simone relaxed her grip on her thighs and slowly removed her finger from Lauren's anus. Continuing to lick her for a while longer, Lauren pulled the girl's vagina towards her, extending her tongue so that she could lap at the juices that streamed from between her legs. She opened her eyes and looked up along the valley of Simone's buttocks. She could just make out a small strawberry-coloured birthmark hidden between her cheeks which registered dimly in her mind a something to think about later. She was much too busy enjoying the taste of Simone to ponder where or when she had seen something similar before. "Oh Lauren, you're such a love. I'll make sure you make me come later." said Simone after they had both relaxed. She swung off the altar and brushed Lauren's hair from her face. "Now, I want you three girls to get cleaned up. It must be getting on for eleven o'clock now, and we need to hold the final ceremony, your initiation into the church." "Please don't hurt us anymore!" implored Lauren. "Look, we don't want to hurt you. Just do as we say." Simone looked down at her kindly. "Tell you what, I'll get the priest to bring Rebecca round to normal. Then you can spend a couple of hours downstairs before coming back. Then you can go home!" "But my parents, they'll know I'm missing and they'll be looking for me!" "So? They won't find you here, and you don't know where on earth you are, do you?" Lauren looked away from her, the sense of dread and misery returning. "Come on, let's find the others" said Simone, walking across to the food tables. The girls were indeed underneath the tables, cowering from everyone who walked past. "Out you come. Time to get cleaned up! Rebecca, come with me for a while." said Simone, offering her a hand to stand up. Simone and Rebecca walked to the rear door, emerging less than a minute later. Rebecca looked dreadful, the red and white lights probably masking some of the torment and anguish in her face, but not the matted hair, the bruises and scratches that she had suffered during the evening. She half staggered across to Lauren and Nikki as Simone watched from the door. "What the hell's happened to us? Where's my robe? Oh Christ, Nikki! Where did you get these cuts?" she asked, looking at the ripped robe. She wobbled precariously and the two girls held her tightly as Simone motioned them towards the big barn door. "Shh. We'll talk inside the house. Come on, you can make it" said Lauren, severely doubting whether any of them could. End of Chapter 32 Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (33-34/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc) From: Francis Dashwood Date: 20 Jul 1997 17:57:48 GMT -------- 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 Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (35-36/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc) From: Francis Dashwood Date: 20 Jul 1997 17:59:50 GMT -------- 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 35 Jean watched Daniele as she put the phone down. It was clear that the call had been bad news. They slumped into the chairs in the darkened lounge and looked at the television vacantly. "If they're not at the second place, what do we do?" asked Jean morbidly. Daniele jerked up, as though stung by a bee. The idea of total failure obviously had not crossed her mind. She glanced around the room as though seeking a soothing sight while she thought. "I don't know. They just have to be there. Perhaps they're back at your house already?" suggested Daniele. Jean made the phone call that confirmed that nobody was home and returned to her chair. "What did we do wrong? Those girls have everything they should ever need!" said Daniele. "But you must have wanted to experiment when you were young, surely?" "Yes, but we tried smoking, not stripping!" said Daniele, her face a mixture of anger and shame. "And with other girls!" She shook her head silently, glancing briefly at Jean. "Hey, I bet you checked out what the other girls were like at school just like everyone else. It lasts about two days and then it's over." stated Jean. "Well, maybe. But it's not right. I mean, it's not right to have your photo taken naked, is it? You know what some people are like today." "Look, Daniele, I've...we've always taken a pretty liberal approach with Nikki, and I think that she both knows a great deal about the world for her age, and still retains a sense of fair play and morality." "Oh, so you think we're to blame for Lori's messing around, do you?" she snapped. "Calm down. They're very different girls. What I'm trying to say is that together, they should be OK." "I'm sorry. I don't know what to think." She paused to dry her eyes. "You know how you discuss what you would do if your children did so and so. Well, Maurice and I never even dreamed of a situation like this. Never!" Chapter 36 The girls sat on the bed, still covered in the duvets. They looked slightly happier than a couple of hours ago, although had Nikki removed her covers, the wounds would have looked much worse with the dull bruising that had now set in. At just after one fifteen, they heard the door open above them followed by footsteps on the stairs into the reception area. Simone had changed her clothes and now wore what looked like a black silk kimono, embroidered along the lapels with oriental flowers. "OK, had a rest?" she asked rhetorically as she found them in the bedroom. "Lauren, get some stockings from that wardrobe, I know there are some in there. Use the suspender belt and come out when you have them on. You two, get new gowns from the pile I left in the reception area. Come on, let's go!" she said, marching out of the room. Rebecca and Nikki dropped their duvets outside the bedroom and took a gown each from the sofa. They were white this time, similar in style except they had a belt to make them more shapely. The material was also more expensive, with a silky feel that warmed to the touch. Embroidered patterns on the back and sides of flowers and birds. Each was wrapped in soft tissue paper as though they were either new or had just returned from the dry cleaner. "Oh, Nikki, look at you, you poor thing." said Simone, walking behind her and looking at her back. "If Lori had cooperated then you'd be fine!" "I know. We've all decided to be good and do whatever you say from now on" said Nikki, smiling. "Why, that's great. I knew you'd see sense eventually!" "Yeah, we're sorry. Really." said Rebecca, as she tried to find the right way up for her gown. Simone moved towards her, reached out and cupped her breast, running her thumb over her nipple. "I'm glad. I had hoped that we'd be able to enjoy each other's bodies tonight." "And me! Don't forget me" grinned Nikki. "Oh yes, you're a special one as well. Perhaps we could all make love to Lauren during her ceremony. She'd enjoy that, I know." Rebecca and Nikki put their new robes on, fastening the belt at the waist. The cut emphasised the shape of the girls, especially Rebecca whose breasts struggled to emerge through the front of the robe. Lauren emerged eventually from the bedroom with her duvet wrapped around her in her stockinged feet. "Take off the duvet and let's have a look at you!" said Simone happily. Lauren dropped the duvet with a flourish and stood in front of them, posing seductively. She wore only the white stockings and lace garter belt, her hairless pubic mound clearly evident between her legs. "Beautiful! You look great!" said Simone, beaming. Her sexy appearance also buoyed the spirits of Nikki and Rebecca to the point where they felt capable of applauding her little show. "Lauren, there are some white shoes in the bedroom that might fit you. Try them on." A few minutes later they ascended the steps into the cool hallway of the house. As they emerged through the back door, Lauren drew in a deep breath, aware that this was their big moment. Instead of walking in a line towards the house, the girls gathered around Simone and exchanged smalltalk. Nikki was in front, walking backwards so she could join in the conversation. The happy party were in high spirits as the huge doors opened and they entered the barn. Lauren stood at the altar, her stockings just visible beneath the long silk gown that was tied at her waist. Either side of her stood Rebecca and Nikki, ladies in waiting to the bride. Her intended, the priest himself, towered above Lauren and stood directly in front of her. Simone was clearly officiating for this ceremony, as she held the book with the order of service and looked across the room as if to ask for quiet. The congregation were seated again on the benches, offering a reasonable view of the proceedings without being too close so that nobody could move. Lauren recognized Suzy in the front row, along with the young boy that was supposed to be her brother. Lauren couldn't see much similarity, but hardly cared. The old couple were at the back again, and the man who had come in her face seemed to be half asleep. She looked around the room and noticed the lights were now almost entirely red, and the music was once again the South American rain-forest type of pipes that she found quite refreshing and soothing. There seemed to be a few more people this time than there had been during the afternoon, but couldn't be sure in the dingy glow. As if reading her mind, Simone wandered around the altar, lighting the huge candles on top of the big brass candlesticks. They offered a pleasing light, almost welcoming as Simone once again took her place between Lauren and the priest. "Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome again to our wedding ceremony. We are delighted to celebrate the joining together of Lauren and Father Michael as Lauren enters into the body of the church, freely and willingly, so that she too might continue it's teaching and work throughout the world. Today, we will, by the union of their bodies, confirm our belief that all things are pre-ordained and that fate is our master. We will also confirm our belief that we are helpless in the hands of fate, and therefore abdicate our concern and responsibility over to fate itself." Lauren's heart raced. Her palms were sweaty as she held her hands together in front of her. Her smile slowly left her lips as the now familiar words rolled out into the night, only time stood between her and further abuse by the priest. Simone handed her a card containing the words of the ceremony and the responses expected of her. "Lauren, do you freely and gladly consent to be joined with Father Michael in the service of marriage into the Residualist church?" said Simone. "I do" "And Lauren, do you vow to protect the integrity of the church, to defend it's name, and strive at all times to follow the teachings of the church?" "I do" "Lauren, please kneel" She turned to kneel in front of Simone. "Lauren, do you swear to promote the mission of the church, while protecting it's institutions, wherever you may be, and to follow unswervingly in your search for inner peace?" "I swear before the assembled" replied Lauren. "You may rise. Now, Father Michael, do you take this girl, Lauren, as a bride of the church?" "I do" "And do you swear to promote the mission of the church, while protecting it's institutions, wherever you may be, and to follow unswervingly in your search for inner peace?" "I do" "Lauren, lie back and prepare to enter the church" said Simone, holding her hand as she had done for Rebecca earlier. Lauren laid down on the top bale of straw that formed the altar and crossed her hands over her chest. Rebecca and Nikki knelt beside her and began to pull apart the two sides of her silky gown. Her white stockings were plainly visible, shining in the pale candlelight. The girls undid the belt slightly revealing her hairless mound. Finally, Nikki tugged at the belt, letting it fall away as the two halves of her robe separated, showing her hips, the clean outline of her vagina and her smooth stomach. She parted her legs voluntarily. Rebecca and Nikki gently held her thighs before turning towards the priest. All three girls noticed the bulge that had sprung up inside his robe, and waited as Simone herself undid his clothing. They were unprepared for the size of his cock, and from the sound of the gasps around the room, so were most of the congregation. His tool must have been at least ten inches in length, and there was little hope that Lauren would be able to accept all of it without it tearing her apart. Simone smiled as she pulled away his belt, taking his cock in her hand and licking its length expertly. She glanced at Lauren's vagina and then at Rebecca and Nikki. "Lick her so that she's wet" she commanded, pausing briefly to watch before turning to take the priest's massive tool in her mouth. The girls twisted round and dribbled saliva over the little girls pussy, rubbing gently along its length, coaxing the clitoris to come out and play. Simone stopped them after a couple of minutes. "OK, that'll do." The priest moved closer to Lauren. Even though he was still three feet from Lauren, his rampant cock looked almost unnatural. He reached out to take hold of Lauren's knees. All hell broke loose as Lauren kicked between his legs with all her might. The priest yelped in agony and doubled up, slowly sinking to his knees as he grabbed his balls, his eyes bulging with a look of pain and utter surprise on his face. With a clenched fist, Rebecca swung at Simone, catching her reasonably well in the face. Lauren sat up and scratched at the priest's face, causing him to loose balance and fall to the floor. Nikki joined in by kicking once again into his groin before all three girls ran for the door, and their lives. Mercifully, the big door slid open and they fled into the cold starry night, skirting the big house and making for the long lane towards the lights on the main road. The gravel of the lane made running painful, and all three girls sought out the grass verge on the side. "Two hundred meters. Come on , we can do it!" shouted Rebecca, looking up occasionally at the street lights of the nearby village. Their robes fluttered behind them in the darkness like the wings of angels as they put on more and more distance between them and their captors. Lauren looked behind and saw that nobody was following them. "Hey, I think we made it!" she said between gasps of breath, her stockings torn and dirty from the gravel. "Keep going, until we find a house or phone!" shouted Rebecca. They continued for another fifty meters until Rebecca stopped suddenly. "Oh Fuck! Dogs!" The silhouettes of two, maybe three large dogs could be seen in the lights from the road. They began barking almost immediately. "Over the fence?" asked Nikki. "Oh shit, no!" cried Lauren in desperation as their plan fell to pieces. The dogs slowly advanced as though under orders as the girls froze. Lauren looked at the fence and saw to her dismay the barbed wire along the top and the ditch between her and the fence. She swiveled round to see figures approaching from the house. She looked back at the snarling dogs as they jerked at their chains, pulling their handlers with them. She heard the crackle of a radio. "Got them?" The priest's voice made her flesh crawl. "Affirmative. We've got them" one of the handlers responded. "Move back to the house or we'll let the dogs loose!" he shouted. "Oh my god, this can't be happening! I can't go through all this again. I just can't!" sobbed Nikki, falling to the ground. Rebecca and Lauren tried to pick her up, and had raised her to her knees when three men grabbed them and carried them back to the barn. Lauren saw Simone, her eyes flaming with rage. "You little shits! That was very stupid! You could've been out of here and on the way home by now!" Lauren was dumped at the base of the altar unceremoniously. Simone grabbed her hair, pulling her up to her feet, and then slapped her in the face with all her strength. She spun round and hit her head hard on the stone floor. Rebecca and Nikki were held by their captors while their hands were bound, then a larger rope was passed through the loops as they were pulled up towards the ceiling until their hands were about level with their heads. As she cowered on the ground, she saw the fear in Nikki's eyes, and realised that even the slightest pain on her back or thighs was going to be agonising. She could see her legs shaking uncontrollably, trying valiantly to support her weight. All three girls were crying, including Rebecca who now seemed to understand the depth of their problems. The priest emerged from the backroom and stood beside Lauren. "Now, my little escapee, where were we? Oh yes, you had opened your legs and were about to get the surprise of your life!" Out of the darkness, hands gripped her arms as she was tied down. Her feet were next, returning once again to the upright position that had tired her earlier that day. The same hands pulled her towards the priest so that her bottom was over the edge of the straw altar, exposing her vagina to his limp cock. "Oil!" he demanded, holding out his hand. The old woman placed a plastic bottle of oil in his hand. He squeezed, applying the lotion in the general direction of Lauren's vagina. Simone took the bottle and administered some to his cock which was steadily regaining its potency. "No, please don't!" mumbled Lauren, a final plea that she knew nobody in the room would heed. Simone dropped the bottle and pulled the priest towards Lauren, guiding his shaft to the tight entrance of her young pussy. Lauren felt the big dome of his cock at her entrance, and thought that maybe it wasn't going to be quite as painful as she had imagined. Then he thrust into her, halfway. Lauren simply opened her mouth and tried to scream. The searing pain, the width of his cock against her tight pussy walls, the shock. Blackness but with stars. She gurgled stupidly as he withdrew and then plunged even deeper. She shook her head but still no sound would come. Finally, guttural sounds emanated from inside her that told the story. "No! she screamed, the syllable carrying around the room for what seemed like an age. She strained at the ropes, struggling to free herself from the massive intrusion. She pulled at the knots around her wrists as the ropes cut wickedly into her soft flesh. The harder she struggled, the more the priest seemed to enjoy himself, reveling in her pain and discomfort as he pushed into her slowly, ensuring she received every inch each time. He continued for several minutes, each stroke beginning with his huge dome just inside her vagina, then the full length of his shaft rammed into her such that he slapped against her buttocks, then the slower withdrawal. The look on Lauren's face however, did not change from one of terror and pain that promised to cause her to slip into unconsciousness. A trickle of blood flowed from her right wrist as the ropes dug deeper into her, the pain irrelevant compared to that being inflicted by the priest. Increasing his speed, he grabbed her stockinged thighs and ordered the ropes be pulled tighter so that her bottom was suspended high off the altar. Both Nikki and Rebecca screamed from behind their friend, impotent with their own bonds, but sharing in the terrible pain that was being inflicted on their young friend. Harder he lunged into her, spurred on by the screams and cries of his bride. He smacked her thighs hard with the palm of his hand, rhythmically with his stroking as he approached orgasm. With a final shove, he pushed with all his might as he could as he came, white cum spurting out over her inner thighs as he pumped away. He withdrew quickly as Lauren gasped for breath. Cum was spread all over her red raw pubic mound as she tried in vain to close her legs. She sobbed uncontrollably, the pain between her legs excruciating. The fire wouldn't go out, and the muscles in her legs and stomach felt as though she had run fifty miles. Two the women from the congregation came up to her to inspect the damage. "Silly girl. You shouldn't have run like that. Now you'll be in trouble. Eh?" said one of them, scowling at her. Lauren coughed and cried even more, her world fast crashing down around her as she realised that this was probably just the beginning. Two men went past her and stood in front of Rebecca and Nikki. "No, please don't!" shouted Nikki, twisting and turning as if practicing ways of avoiding the blows that were sure to come. Desperation filled her eyes as one of the men grabbed her robe and ripped it off her body. He grabbed her between the legs and squeezed hard until she cried out in pain. "Give me a hand with this one, she's pretty lively! he shouted. Two others joined him, each one pulling a leg up into the air so that she swung from her bonds as he opened his robe. They maneuvered her so that he could enter her, splitting her legs wide apart. Without any preparation, he pushed himself into her as she writhed on his cock, the pain from her vagina almost equal to that in her limbs as she struggled, suspended from the floor. As the two men abused Nikki, the priest stood behind Rebecca, nodding at the two women who had talked to Lauren. They knelt and grabbed Rebecca's ankles while the priest oiled her buttocks, paying special attention to her anus and vagina. Rebecca turned as far as she could to see what was happening, only to have her worst nightmares confirmed as the priest approached her shining buttocks with a whip. "Now, my little convert, time to pay up for your disobedience!" he snarled, raising the whip. "Fuck you!" she shouted as the whip swished through the air onto her buttocks. She jumped so high that the women lost control of her. She continued to writhe for almost a minute within the confines of her bonds as the pain seared through her. "Hold her still!" he shouted. Another swish and the whip landed in almost the same place as Rebecca cried out in anguish. And then the blows rained freely, on her back, up between her legs, over her shoulders as her struggling becoming less and less animated. She cried bitterly, loudly, attracting Nikki's attention who glanced across at her, a look of pain and sympathy on her face as each blow struck home. Several minutes later, he stopped, exhausted, his thick cock still poking out from inside his robe. The crowd had left their seats and were watching the individual punishments. Some were touching the girls, probing and teasing, making their lives as miserable as possible. Suzy was tasting the cum that dribbled from Lauren's swollen vagina. "OK, do what you want with them!" shouted the priest angrily. "Absolutely anything!" He strode towards the rear door, disappearing out of sight. Three men, including Karl, lowered the ropes that held Nikki's arms until she could relax without running away again. Karl grabbed Suzy by the hand and pulled her towards him, occasionally glancing at the rear door as he hurried her round behind Nikki. He picked the whip up from the floor and handed it to her. "Let her have it if she moves, OK?" "OK, hurry because I want to do a few things!" responded Suzy, feeling Nikki's buttocks with her free hand. Nikki grimaced as she saw the whip and felt the young girl sizing her up. She glanced over to Rebecca who hung limply from the ropes, her head resting motionless on her shoulder. Almost all her weight seemed to be supported through her arms as she swung slightly in the darkened gloom. Lauren though had stopped crying and received little attention except for the best man who didn't really seem to know what to do next with her, so contented himself by rubbing his half-erect cock over her little breasts. Karl spread oil over Nikki's buttocks and between her legs, roughly introducing his oily fingers into her vagina. He tried hard to introduce the bottle of oil straight into her anus but gave up when he lost patience with his efforts, deciding to grease up his fingers instead and ram them into her. Nikki lurched forward against the ropes, trying in vain to escape the intrusion. The older men rubbed the oil around her vagina, teasing her pussy lips and clitoris with their old knarled fingers. "Lower her this way!" commanded Karl from behind the little girl. Nikki turned to see what was happening, her hands shaking as her legs appeared to give way. She saw Suzy opening Karl's gown, pulling out his rigid cock as he sat down on the floor. She pulled down on his foreskin, exposing his purple knob, and tipped a little oil over it, rubbing it gently. The two men guided Nikki down, spreading her legs wide open. Suddenly, Nikki realised what was about to happen as Karl leant back on his arms and took hold of his cock, trying to judge where he should sit for entry. "No! Oh, please, no!" she shouted, writhing on the ropes as she sunk lower and lower towards his stiff pole. "Shut up, little slut" said one of the men. "Shall I teach her another lesson?" asked Suzy. "Do you need more punishment?" asked Karl, pulling back on Nikki's hair so that she looked round at him. "No, please, no more" she cried, tears once again running down her cheeks. Karl's cock spread her cheeks apart as her head shot backwards. She screamed as he guided his shaft into her anus and then nodded at Suzy. She dropped the whip and straddled Nikki, facing her, slowly lowering herself onto Nikki's lap. A piercing scream filled the air. The best man looked up from his mundane ministrations as Lauren turned to see what had happened. To her horror, she saw Suzy caressing Nikki's breasts as she sat on her lap. Initially, she was unaware of Karl underneath, but as he started to pump, and Nikki rose to lessen the effect of his thrusting, Lauren saw the glint of his cock. After several minutes, Karl pulled her hair back once again so that she lay flat on top of his stomach. Suzy jumped off Nikki as one of the older men took his position in front of her, guiding his cock into her greased pussy. The sound from Nikki hardly changed as he started to pump away, his flesh wobbling as the muscles in his body received some unexpected exercise. Lauren's feelings turned from revulsion to panic as she realised that there were no rules anymore. Simone seemed to have disappeared along with the priest, and Suzy could no longer be counted on to assist them. With all three of them tied up, hungry, frightened beyond belief and in pain, she realised that she was unlikely to see her parents again. She closed her eyes and sobbed quietly. Suzy straddled Nikki's face so that she could see the old man pumping into Nikki's vagina, each stroke parting her black pubic hair and banging into her red raw buttocks. She tired of the view quickly, flipping round to watch the look on Nikki and Karl's faces while she played with Nikki's rounded breasts. "I've got a present for you, little one" she said in a teasing tone. Nikki opened her eyes and looked to her left then right, trying to see what punishment was about to be administered to her. But it came from above, a hot jet of urine from Suzy's little pussy lips that hit her face, causing a searing pain as it splashed onto her injuries. Both girls screamed, Nikki in excruciating pain while Suzy almost danced with glee, directing the hot jet with her fingers, seeking out Nikki's mouth. The old man came forcefully inside her, his rhythm interrupted as he slammed into her, Nikki spluttered against the stream of piss, her eyes tightly closed again as she struggled to find a way of keeping it from her mouth and nose. "Hey, try it out!" laughed Karl as he pinched Nikki's nostrils together. Nikki shook her head hard, trying to shake him off, but he held her tightly and she was forced to breath through her mouth, swallowing mouthfuls of Suzy's steaming urine. She coughed loudly, choking as she tried to breath and swallow as the drenching continued. "Up!" commanded Karl as the old man noisily withdrew his cock from her swollen vagina. Suzy jumped off Nikki and helped to pull down on the ropes. They hoisted Nikki off Karl's cock, her face screwed up tight in pain as she got to her feet and her arms were raised higher and higher once again. "I didn't come. I need to!" shouted Karl at the congregation. Some of them smiled at his dilemma, though most of the continued to taunt the girls. Rebecca appeared to be completely silent, swaying on the ropes, her legs almost together and her full breasts steady against her chest. A trace of blood trickled over her left buttock from a red raw mark across her lower back. "Why not wait `til Lauren's ceremony. You could have her after Father Michael!" suggested Suzy, wiping herself on one of the robes on the floor. "I wonder where he's gone?" "Probably screwing Sister Winifred. She's so gorgeous!" said Karl. "What, nicer than me?" asked Suzy, pouting. "No, maybe not!" he said, tweaking her nipples. They walked over to the food tables and ferreted around, loading their plates with meat and salad. With their food in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, they made their way back to the bench seats and sat down to eat and watch. An older woman wandered across to the TV monitor and fiddled with the video player. The screen showed snow once again, and then the interior of a bathroom. Lauren lay on the altar, shaking from the fear of her unknown fate and the falling temperature in the barn. She could see her breath now in the bright candle light, and as she turned to look at the screen, she realised that once again her trust had been betrayed. She hardly registered any shock this time, more a quiet resignation that there was probably more film of her engaged in sexual activities yet to come, more evidence that those she had trusted - and loved - had only done so for their own amusement. She saw Kristal enter the bathroom, and from the camera position up in the ceiling could just see her turning on the taps and checking the temperature of the water. The film cut to a shot of Kristal leading her into the bathroom, and then showed her sitting down in the water between her legs. Within minutes it seemed that she was between Kristal's legs, leaning back on her lovely breasts, kissing passionately as the warm water swirled around them. End of Chapter 36 Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (37-38/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc) From: Francis Dashwood Date: 20 Jul 1997 17:58:35 GMT -------- 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 37 It was almost half past one when the cars rounded the final bend and drove slowly past the train station. The majority of houses were darkened and Maurice slowed down to almost a crawl to ensure they didn't miss the turning. "Here! Here!" whispered Mike, pointing to his right. Maurice drove past, looking for any signs of life, almost hitting the steep bank that formed the edge of the field. "It looks more like a farm than a house, not really what I had imagined." said Maurice, searching for somewhere to turn the car. "I'll jump out and get Jim. We can do the same again." said Mike, opening the door. "OK. Be careful" The two boys crouched down by the bank on the side of the road, letting their eyes adjust to the darkness. "Looks like there's a long track up the house" whispered Jim. "We could go up there, or go over the fields over there to the left" "Let's go over the fields, just in case a car comes. There's no way off the road because of the fencing" "Fine, come on!" said Jim, hunched low as he swung athletically over the barbed wire. He landed in long grass and patchy snow. A dog barked in the distance as Mike joined him, the boys making their way quickly in a slight circle towards the house. They looked back and could not longer see the cars. To their right was an large chalet with a central front door. Mike felt Jim grab his arm, and they stopped, lying low in the grass. "I don't see any lights, except for that one right up there" said Jim, pointing to the third floor of the house. "Yeah, but we need to keep going. I get the feeling that this is the place" They continued on the course staying in the shadows, until they were level with the house and about fifty meters from it. "Hey, there's a barn" said Mike. "Yeah, you're right, and I see lights" "I can hear music" "Shit, this must be it. We need to get closer!" They crept slowly towards the side of the barn, grimacing as they crunched over the gravel driveway. Four or five cars were parked neatly beside the barn and they offered some cover as the boys approached the windows. "Oh fuck! Look. There's Nikki. Shit, she's tied up!" said Mike. "We can't get them out on our own. Let's get back, quickly." said Jim, pulling at his sleeve. They took in as many of the details as possible and crawled back into the shadows. They backtracked towards the road, and were back in Andre's car within five minutes. "OK, I saw Nikki. She's tied up, and doesn't have any clothes on" "I saw another older girl with ginger hair, also tied up. She wasn't moving, though" added Jim. "Rebecca! What about Lauren?" asked Maurice. "I couldn't see her" replied Mike, shaking his head. "How many people were in there?" asked Maurice, his face visibly pale in the light from the car's instruments. He glanced at Andre. "Not sure, but not many, maybe ten, twelve." replied Jim. "What was happening?" asked Andre. "She was crying, I think she was sitting on a man and I saw another girl close by." said Jim. "Mr Gisal?" "Yes, Jim" "I don't think we have much time" Maurice looked at him for the first time that evening. "OK, here's what we do" he said. He looked towards the house as he laid out his plan of attack. Chapter 38 Lauren was brought back to the horror of the real world as the door creaked behind her at the far end of the barn. She turned her head painfully to see Simone appear in the gloom and head towards the altar. "Ah, yes, the lovely Kristal." said Simone, watching the video. "She must have seduced more girls than anyone I've ever known - including me!" she smiled, trailing her fingers lightly from Lauren's head, over her breasts and down between her legs. She pushed her middle finger into Lauren's pussy, withdrew and brought it up to her mouth, tasting it with the tip of her tongue. "Beautiful, I'll never forget the taste!" "Simone, please let us go now. Please. We won't tell, I promise!" cried Lauren, shaking once again, feeling the pain in her legs now her toes were numb from lack of blood and the general cold of the night. "I'm afraid, my little one, that you are right." said Simone, watching the screen as Kristal washed her. Simone copied Kristal by pushing her finger into Lauren's anus. "You're right. You won't tell anyone!" Lauren hardly moved, her mind busily analysing Simone's words. The door creaked again. "No!" said Nikki with what little energy she had left. Her eyes were fixed on the priest and the small cushion that he carried in his right hand. The knife once again glistened even in the dim red lights. He held the whip in his other hand, upright and ready for action. The congregation fell silent, their activities curtailed as he silently encouraged them back to their seats. Rebecca hardly moved, registering very little of the new threat to her as she dangled painfully from the ropes, her feet trailing behind her. Her skin was pale, cold no doubt, but a sickly colour that indicated more than a drop in external temperature. The shape of her young breasts was marred by her ruined hair that hung lifelessly from her head, obscuring the nipples. Lauren twisted round to see the priest and noticed, as he rattled the whip between Rebecca's legs, that she too had defecated. "Dirty Bitch. You'll clean that all up later!" he snarled, heading straight for Lauren. "Ladies and Gentlemen!" said the priest, smiling at the congregation. "Lauren stated this evening that she wishes to join our church. That she shall do, forever. She will join us for all eternity by allowing her soul to join all those others who cannot be with us today!" he said in a sing-song voice, skipping over the syllables as he played with the words. Lauren needed to hear no more to comprehend her situation. "Oh, please! Oh, Jesus, please no!" she shouted, twisting and turning, trying to find sympathy in the crowd of on-lookers. She jerked against the ropes that held her feet up in the air, hoping to shake them loose somehow. She strained at the bonds that held her arms outstretched until the ropes again cut into her wrists. She could feel them stinging as they bit into her raw flesh, her eyes now fixed on the knife that was balanced carefully on the cushion as the Priest stood to her left. "Enough preparation!" said the Priest above Lauren's screams. "Just look at you in this film, you look like you really enjoyed Kristal" he said, watching as she turned Lauren round and pushed a soapy finger into her anus. "Please, let us go. Please sir!" pleaded Lauren, her face contorted with fear as she desperately struggled to free herself. "Sister Winifred, friends, let's all take out positions" he said. The crowd gathered round the altar, obscuring Lauren's view of Nikki and Rebecca. The two old women began to remove the priests robe, again unbuttoning it from the bottom upwards. They took their time, making sure he enjoyed it as they ran their hands over his legs. They were clearly delighted, giggling like schoolgirls, as his cock began to poke out from beneath the material, the heavy round head bobbing up and down is it gained in girth. Simone was being similarly prepared by the older men, who pulled at the belt around her silky kimono, letting the two sides fall apart to reveal her silken thighs and neatly trimmed black pubic hair. They rose to their feet slowly, taking the kimono over her shoulders, leaving her naked at Lauren's head. Karl and Suzy took their places either side of her, disrobing as well so that all three of their firm, aroused young bodies were at Lauren's head. She looked around wildly, pleading for her life, desperate to find a friend amongst the congregation. She now realised that Nikki had been correct in identifying Simone as the girl Jane in the film she had found in the hotel, correct in her prediction about the ending, and tragically correct about the danger that this girl posed to them all. Karl's cock pointed directly at her left cheek, while she could see Suzy's little pussy at about eye level to her right, the shape of the lips of her pussy quite clear, covered only by the lightest of downy hair around the upper part of her lips and above her clitoris. "Yes, Lauren, you could have had more of me, if you had been a better girl!" she said, clearly aware that Lauren was looking between her legs. "Your soul for the church!" said Simone. "Your soul for the church" she repeated, looking up at the congregation. They joined the chant, their enthusiasm increasing as more and more people took up the rhythm. Simone climbed onto the lower bale of straw, her magnificent body, her firm breasts, her moist pussy all within view as the two older women took hold of the priests stiff cock and guided it once more towards Lauren's vagina. Lauren saw a gold bucket, it's handles twinkling in the light, being passed around the crowd, to be finally placed by the side of the altar. She looked down to see a dark liquid in the bottom, swirling around in the bottom like runny treacle. Karl poured a little into a golden chalice and stood up, offering the bowl to Simone. The party continued with their chant, "Your soul for the church!" The priest started to move backwards and forwards in time with their words, his cock edging along Lauren's inner thighs as he neared his target. Simone took the chalice in two hands and offered it upwards. As she lowered it, she poured the red liquid over Lauren, starting at her cheeks, and moving downwards over her breasts, stomach and finally over her thighs. If Lauren had had the power of rational thought, she would have found it strange that the blood was still warm. All she could manage was to recognise the liquid because of its smell, and feel her stomach turn somersaults in disgust as she involuntarily tried to vomit. "Your soul for the church, Your soul for the church!" The tip of the priest's cock touched her bloody inner lips as someone tipped a generous amount of Baby Oil over his shaft and along Lauren's reddened pussy. Her shrieks were clearly beginning to irritate the priest and could be heard easily above the rhythmic chanting of the others. He withdrew and ran his finger over her pubic mound to pick up some of the excess oil. He forcefully pushed two fingers into her anus, withdrew and pushed again, delighting at the gasp and the end of her defiance. Lauren felt dizzy as her mind tried desperately to work out some kind of escape route while blotting out the assault on her body and her final moments in the world. The priest nodded at Simone. The crowd were silent. "Brethren, tonight we have another young girl who wishes to immortalise our movement." said Simone as the best man offered her the knife resting on the cushion. She clutched the jeweled handle, turning it in her hand with admiration. "Let us wish her well, and confirm our belief that we will see her again on the other side." Simone raised the knife in both hands as Lauren screamed, her voice giving way to a loud croak. Simone took a deep breath. "No, take me instead!" shouted another voice from inside the barn. Simone stopped, looked over the heads of the congregation in the direction of the other two girls. "Who was that?" she demanded. "Me, do it to me!" cried Nikki, straining at the ropes. "I want you all to fuck me, now, tonight, then do it to me! Please, just let her go!" she shouted defiantly. Simone turned back to the congregation, looked at the priest and then back at the others around her. Suzy smiled, looking at Karl. "What about both?" asked Simone. "Are you crazy?" asked one of the older men. "One is difficult enough!" "Yeah, why any at all?" said the Priest, slowly pushing deeper into Lauren. "Why do we have to do this again. We could just use them and then dump them drugged up?" "Look, we've been through this before!" said Simone irritably, stroking Lauren's cheeks with the knife. "How about we finish using them all, then dispose of this one, and then go home?" asked one of the women. "Hey, let's get this straight. This is the ultimate ceremony. It's the will of the church, and the order of service is pre-defined!" she said tersely. "Now, two of them can be dumped later. Which one do we use now?" Conversations developed between members of the congregation, much to the bewilderment and pain of Lauren. She cried, sobbing and sniffing as they casually debated her future. Periodically, one or two of them would turn round and examine Nikki, sometimes Rebecca, balancing their relative merits as they tried to arrive at a decision. "OK, I've heard enough. We'll proceed on the path that fate has already defined for us." She returned to her position behind and above Lauren, giving her a perfect view of her vagina, now opened to reveal her glinting clitoris and the wonderful folds of her inner pussy. "Your soul for the church! Your soul for the church!" she shouted enthusiastically, waving her arms in encouragement. They picked up the chant once again, the volume rising along with the pitch as the service drew towards its climax. The priest pushed hard into her, splitting her once more as his cock invaded, pushing the sides of her vagina further than ever before. Lauren arched her back, the blood running in different directions as she raised her chest towards Simone, closer to the brightly jeweled dagger that pointed menacingly down at her young body. Cramp had set in to her splayed legs, making her squirm in agony as she tried to relax her muscles. She focused on the bright knife, marveling at how clean and shiny it was as she suddenly became aware of the runny filth that was oozing out of her anus, unstoppable as it took its warm course between the cheeks of her bottom and over her white stockings and the sheet below. Lauren dearly hoped she would faint, hoped that maybe the ceiling would fall on top of her, anything to blank out the unimaginable pain she was about to experience as Simone steadied herself for the fatal plunge. She almost laughed as she realised that far from seeing her life fly past as she might have imagined, she was admiring the bobbing movement of Simone's breasts against the red and white lights that shone down from above. The beginning of the end came swiftly, as the sound of the crowd grew, their shouts, chants and cat-calls became louder. She suspected that some of them had jumped up onto the benches to get a better look as one or two of them seemed to fall off, knocking the priest and causing him to plunge all the way inside her. The ropes around her ankles dug into her skin, restricting her movement as the full weight of the man pushed against her. She screamed at the pain, the total pain, that blotted out every other sense that might have been working at the time. But something had disturbed the congregation and they seemed to be dispersing, but not in an orderly fashion. She felt the priest pull out quickly. She could hear shouting, raised, angry voices that drowned out the remainder of the chanting. She heard footsteps, people running. She saw the knife fall to the floor just as the television went crashing over. She felt alone, abandoned as people ran around her, then she heard her name, shouted by a familiar voice. "Lori? Lori, where are you?" "Here! I'm here! Help, oh for fuck's sake help!" she cried. Lauren recognised the shape of his curly hair against the lights in the barn. She cried with joy, flinching when she remembered how she looked, the smell, the ropes and her injuries. "Lori, is this you?" asked Jim, incredulously. "Please, just take me out of here, hurry for fuck's sake!" she pleaded, her head darting from side to side as she searched for any evidence of the priest or Simone. Jim pulled at the knots, undoing her ankles carefully. She heard her father somewhere in the distance, shouting loudly, swearing she thought at someone in the back of the barn. The voice of her brother was also somewhere, shouting obscenities at the church- goers. The music played on, masking some of the shouts and crashes as fighting broke out around the girls. "Oh, Jim, please hurry! Don't let them kill us!" She turned to see Nikki's father cutting her down from the ceiling and covering her in his raincoat. She looked around wildly, trying to prepare for any attempt to stop their escape. Jim bent down to undo the ropes around Lauren's wrists, her legs now flat on the altar. "Lori, look out!" shouted Nikki. Lauren turned at the same time as Jim and saw the flash of the knife. Naked, Simone ran towards her, the knife held above her head, the red lights gleaming in her face. The blade descended as if in slow motion, towards her chest. Jim sprung up, raising his hand to intercept the knife, pushing her off balance so that it missed Lauren but skewered his hand to the straw bale. In anger, he kicked Simone full in the groin, sending her tumbling backwards, knocking into the candle holders. One fell with a ringing noise, knocking into another. She crawled into the gloom and through the back stairs, screaming in pain as she clutched herself between her legs. "Pull the goddamn knife out, quickly!" he shouted at Lauren, his eyes rolling in his head as the pain set in. She leant down and took hold of the handle, pulling it quickly upwards. He leaned back against the altar, his face a ghostly white as he wrapped a handkerchief around his wound. Unsteadily, he made his way round to the other side to undo the final knot. Looking around all the time for further attackers, he ripped a cloth off the food table and draped it around Lauren, pulling her up so that she was supported by his right arm. Nikki was already out through the door in her father's arms as Lauren and Jim picked their way through the splintered wood. Lauren's legs refused to work properly and she stumbled regularly. Smoke was now billowing up from the straw bales where the candles had set them alight. Lauren could just see the shattered door, crumpled under the force of the car they had used as a battering ram. The radiator hissed loudly as she threaded her way along the side of the wreckage, Jim's arm holding her tight. "Rebecca, don't forget her" she sobbed, retching violently as the cold night air took her breath away. Her father was right behind her, looking around the smoke-filled barn. "Lori, are you OK?" he said, adjusting the cloth to cover her breasts. "I'm OK, Rebecca's over there. They want to kill everyone!" "God, you look terrible. Can you walk OK? The car's nearby!" he said, the anger and concern scarcely concealed by the billowing smoke. Jim cursed as the fire spread rapidly and flames lapped around the door. "For God's sake, I'm OK! Rebecca. Make sure she's OK too!" she croaked as the world spun round. She saw the ground coming towards her rapidly as blood rushed to her head, and felt strong arms around her as her world blacked out. Back in the barn, the crackle of the fire competed with the music. Mike managed to cut down Rebecca. She lay where she had fallen with the ropes over her battered body. He tried in vain to pick her up, but resorted to pulling her by her arms to the shattered doors, ignoring her cries as splinters of wood dug into her body. With less than two metres to go, the best man appeared with a broken wine bottle, threatening him menacingly as he crouched in front of him, half-naked except for his open robe. He was young but had slow reactions and no idea about using a bottle as a weapon. Mike side-stepped an attempt to slash his face and kicked at his hand, causing the bottle to fly into the air. He parried a punch to his face and grabbed hold of the little boy's hair, pulling him to the ground before letting go and kicking him hard in the jaw. Mike gathered up Rebecca and pulled her again, struggling to get her through the gap in the blazing doors. He pulled harder, the unconscious girl scraping against the jagged wood as he tried to maneuver her weight. He coughed harshly as the smoke that had filled the ceiling slowly descended, blocking out the light. Mike realised that their attempts were futile, and that he neither the time nor the strength to get the girl through the opening in the huge black doors. He turned round, leaving Rebecca on the floor, and raced towards the other end of the barn. The rear door opened easily to reveal a blackened passageway. The air smelled sweeter that in the barn and a slight fraught registered on his face. His concern about finding people lurking in the darkness was overshadowed by his need to get Rebecca and himself out of the blazing barn and to safety. He ran back to Rebecca and picked her up with new-found strength. Picking his way cautiously between the burning bales of hay and the smoldering furniture, he carried the naked girl into the passageway and shut the door, gasping for breath in the blackness of his surroundings. Creaking from the joists added to his fear and expectation that he would be attacked at any minute, assaulted by an invisible assailant, unable to defend himself. With his left hand, he inched his way along the passage, feeling the featureless wooden walls. The cobbled floor gave way after a few meters to concrete, and he continued slowly, buoyed by the success of his escape from the blaze. Suddenly, he encountered a step in the floor and plunged headfirst onto the floor. He failed to protect Rebecca from the fall and she banged her head loudly on the ground as she fell from his arms. He held his knee as the pain seared through his body as he cursed his stupidity for failing to think about steps. Squeaking mice scurried over his feet, panicked by the smoke and flames. making his skin crawl as he thought what else might be lurking down there. Leaving Rebecca on the ground, he followed the passageway again, finding two more steps and then a doorway. He ran his hands over the wood, finding at last the catch. He pushed hard and was rewarded by the smell of fresh air and the sight of the stars above. He returned to the darkness, scooped the naked girl back up and left the barn, making his way back round to the front, still watchful in case of further attacks. As he rounded the back of the barn, he laid Rebecca on the ground away from the blazing barn and looked towards the house. He could see his sister and the others on the driveway, heading for the car. He picked her up carefully and made his way towards them. End of Chapter 38 Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (39/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc) From: Francis Dashwood Date: 20 Jul 1997 17:57:02 GMT -------- 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 39 As her senses slowly returned, Lauren opened her eyes and saw the seat belts above her. She felt limbs over her stomach and smelt human faeces, urine, sweat and vomit. Instantly, she bolted upright and screamed loudly, tearing at the arms and legs on top of her as she pulled wildly at the door handle. Firm hands gripped her, pulling her back towards the seat, pushing her head down, back into the reeking flesh. "Hey, it's OK. Keep your head down until we've got through the village!" said a voice. "No, no more, please! Please let me go home!" she cried, sobbing, her chest heaving as she gulped in the sordid air. Her limbs ached and refused to respond to her commands. "It's us, it's OK. Your Dad's here. Nikki's in the front with her Dad. Rebecca's beside you!" Lauren's head was swimming. She heard all the things that she had wanted to hear since everything seemed to go wrong. Familiar voices, the movement of the car, the touch of Jim as he stroked her hair all consoled her. But she couldn't bring herself to believe that they were out of danger. "Hey, Lori, we're all with you. Not far to go now" said Mike, patting her leg. "I'm going to be sick, I think." "We can't stop, not until we're well away from this village. You'll be fine, don't worry anymore" said her father, looking to his side as he saw Nikki, naked, curled up in the well of the front seat, her open wounds bleeding as her father tried to shield her from the movement of the car. She screamed occasionally as she rested her head between her father's legs, her eyes a dreadful red, her blonde hair now a matted mess over her face. Lauren realised that the car smelt dreadful and that even with the windows open, she felt ill. She began to retch again, shivering in the cold night air as she hung out of the window. She collapsed back onto the seat, hugging herself with her arms around her stomach as she tried to control the spasms. She looked into the mirror to see her father looking at her, tears rolling down his cheeks. She held a hand over her mouth, breathing deeply to try and halt the movement in her stomach. Slowly, the crying, retching and screaming subsided, at least enough for Lauren to fall asleep, entangled between Rebecca's legs, both girl's receiving the attention of Jim's soothing touch. Rebecca was silent all the way, even when they eventually stopped for petrol she remained curled up on the back seat, her face buried in the corner, her back exposed to the moonlight, dried blood giving away the awful secrets of her wedding day. "I'm going to telephone ahead. They need to be prepared for this. I suggest everyone sleeps at our house for tonight. Sound reasonable?" said Maurice, looking at Andre. "Fine, we can get some more beds round from our house, but I think you're right." "OK, I'll pay for this petrol and call Daniele and Jean." The car was silent as all three girls slept. Maurice returned, nodded glumly at Andre, and rejoined the road back to Andleburg. Forty minutes later, they pulled up in front of Lauren's house. Daniele ran from the front door. "The first thing they need is a bath, then a good night's sleep. Is Doctor Bonner on his way?" asked Maurice. "Yes. How are they? Where's Lori?" "She's asleep. She's very jumpy and had a few nightmares on the way home" Daniele was joined by Jean, the two women gently lifting their daughters from the car and carrying them into the house. They both cried almost immediately as they saw the two girls. "Jean, you use the bathroom at the top of the stairs, I'll use the one in our bedroom" "Oh thanks! "Good God, who could have done such a thing? Maurice, did you catch any of them. They should die for this!" she sobbed, anger rising in her voice as she entered the hallway. Maurice and Andre gathered rags and bleach from the kitchen and headed back to the cars. Mike and Jim helped. Nobody spoke. Indoors, the two girls were bathed and dressed in clean oversized T-shirts. Lauren managed to pull her knickers on without help, but Nikki found bending impossible and had to be helped by her mother. To everyone's surprise, they both sounded quite chirpy after a hot drink and some biscuits. They stayed up long enough for Andre and Maurice to set up a second bed in Lauren's room for Nikki, and for Dr Bonner to arrive. He spoke to Maurice and Daniele first downstairs, and then clumped up the stairs with his old black medical bag in his hand, knocked quietly and entered the room. Lauren smiled at him, but found it difficult to look him in the eyes. She watched him set his bag down on top of the schoolbooks on her desk. He sat on the end of the bed. "What has happened to you tonight will be punished in due course, I am sure. But we must make sure that if there is any possibility of you having been injured internally, that we get that sorted out right away." He nodded as he spoke as though agreeing with himself. "In a couple of days time, you should both come and see me at the surgery. Before that, though, you should rest as much as possible. I need to examine you both. Who wants to go first? It'll only take one minute" he said smiling as he turned to his bag. "I'll go first" said Lauren, putting her drink beside her bed. "Good, stand on the floor here and we'll do a quick check" he said, pulling her towards him. He lifted her T-Shirt and pressed his fingers carefully into her abdomen, listening and watching her face as he explored her stomach. "Turn round" Lauren turned to face Nikki, smiling slightly as he checked her ribs and listened to her breathing through his stethoscope. "Fine. Now lie down on the bed and we'll just take your knickers down a little way." "No, no please don't!" said Lauren, moving away from him. Signs of terror returned to her face as she watched every move of his hands. "Lauren, I've seen injuries like yours before. I must make sure that you make a full recovery." He waited for a few seconds and then helped her to lie down on the bed. He checked her legs and then slipped her knickers down to her knees as she looked away. "Oh dear, they were very brutal with you. Now, I'm going to check your vagina and make sure that it's not inflamed. This might be a little uncomfortable but don't worry." he said, parting her legs slightly to allow the light to fall over her swollen pussy lips. He touched around her vagina, moving the lips apart gently. Nikki sat up slightly, no doubt wanting to know what he was going to do to her. Lauren squirmed as he looked at her, wishing he would finish as she had no idea how she looked between her legs. "Who did this to you? Men or women?" he asked looking in turn at Lauren and Nikki as he took a swab from just inside her. He allowed Lauren to bring her legs together as he slipped the swab into a plastic bag. "Mainly men, but there were two or three women there helping" replied Nikki, pulling the blankets around her tighter. "Do you remember their names?" he asked, pulling Lauren's knickers back into place. "No, I think one was Karl. Then there was Father Michael and Sister Winifred." said Nikki. "Sister Winifred is really someone called Simone. I've been to where she works." said Lauren, returning to her bed. "Nikki, let's try and do the same with you. I know it hurts, so just lie flat on the bed. Who else was there?" he asked as Nikki turned awkwardly and slowly laid down on the sheets. He pulled the blankets away from her prodding Nikki's stomach. "Any pain there?" he asked. "No, not really." "How did people escape then?" "We're not sure. Maybe they ran into the mountains, or left by car" said Lauren as she watched Nikki lying on the bed. Dr Bonner pulled her knickers down to her knees and felt her vagina, moving her knickers slowly to her feet as he parted her legs. "Does that hurt?" he asked quietly, touching her lips. "No, not really" said Nikki, her face contorted with pain. "What about here?" He pushed against her anus. "Ow! Yes. Please don't!" she cried, covering her face with her hands as she sobbed. "OK, OK, I'm going to put some cream on you just to soothe the pain a little." He took a sample from around her vagina and stored it away in the bag with the sample from Lauren for analysis later. Retrieving a tube of antiseptic cream from his case, he squeezed a little onto his fingers, gently massaging her inflamed anus for several minutes before wiping the excess away with a tissue. He pulled her knickers back over her hips. "There. Now, you were telling me about Suzy and Karl, I think" "Er, yes." said Lauren slowly. "They escaped with the others. Simone might be hurt because she was hit by Jim and my Dad." "OK, now I'm going to give you a slight sedative to help you sleep, and I'll be back tomorrow to check on you." He offered them both some medication from his bag and made sure they took it while he watched. "Good night." "Night. Thanks" said Lauren, lying down and pulling the covers up to her chin. Satisfied that there had been no internal injuries, he left and rejoined the two women to give them advice on how to dress their daughter's wounds, telling them that any detailed investigation could wait until the girls had slept and felt more secure. He added that he would have to contact the police and would be making out his report the next day. Maurice and Jean went quickly back upstairs to rejoin their daughters, while Maurice stared at the carpet in the lounge, digesting the doctor's words. Dr Bonner left, shutting the door behind him. His face was pale and Maurice knew that what he had seen had left him visibly shaken. He got up to watch through the lounge window as he returned to his car, shaking his head. Maurice headed upstairs, his feet heavy as he recalled bundling Lauren and Rebecca into the back of the car. He knew he would never forget the sight of their tiny bodies, their wounds spilling blood, their screams filling the night as he pushed them roughly into the small back seat, desperate to flee. He recalled how his daughter had felt, her bones sticking out beneath her breasts, and how his hands were covered in excrement as he gripped the steering wheel and drove away. He would never forget either the smell on the way home as the foul air wafted around the car, the stench increasing as the girls finally lost all control of themselves. He reached the top of the stairs and knocked on Lauren's door. "OK if I come in?" "Yep, of course!" said Daniele "Where's Rebecca, Mummy?" asked Lauren, sitting up in bed. She wore a big dressing gown and clutched a mug of hot milk. The legacy of her fearful evening still showed in her red eyes, her scratched and torn nails, her bandaged wrists. The smell of disinfectant pervaded. "She had to go to the hospital" replied Jean, knowing that Daniele's opinion of the neighbours had changed overnight. "Why, was she injured badly? She didn't say much on the way home I don't think" "Honey, there's nobody to look after her. Her mum and dad have gone somewhere" "Where?" asked Nikki. "Nobody knows." said her mother. "The police are looking for them now. Why don't you two curl up and get some rest? We'll both be downstairs, and Daddy and I are staying over here tonight, so don't worry!" "Mummy, where's Jim?" asked Lauren. "He's gone to the hospital to have his hand looked at, and then he's going to stay at Nikki's house for the night." "He saved my life in the barn, you know" said Lauren meekly. "He's a wonderful young man." said her mother as she kissed her daughter on the cheek. She left with Daniele, leaving the door slightly ajar so that a little light shone into the room from downstairs. "And so did you." said Lauren, leaning over to the adjoining bed to kiss Nikki. "Oh, I don't know what would have happened." said Nikki, grimacing as she moved. "If you hadn't shouted when you did, I know that bitch would have killed me. I just know it." "So where's Rebecca's parents?" asked Nikki, looking out of the window. "There aren't any lights on next door" "It's weird. Perhaps they've gone to the hospital?" "But they don't know that Rebecca's there!" Nikki reminded her. "God, did you see how that man whipped her. It must have been for ten minutes" They lay in the moonlit room in silence, each with their own thoughts. Lauren's throat was sore from crying. She felt that further tears were not far away and turned to Nikki. "I'm glad you're staying here tonight" she said. "I'm glad too." said Nikki, reaching out for her. Downstairs, Daniele had flopped down on the sofa next to Maurice, holding his hand in her own. "I think they'll take many months, if not years, to recover from this" he said as he pulled her closer to him. Her tears began once again as she shook her head. "How can people be so sick?" she asked, sniffing as she looked at the ceiling, a tiny handkerchief in her hand. "At least they're alive" said Andre. "Of course they're alive! Why do you say that?" asked Jean, accusingly. "Jean, we haven't told you everything that we think happened there." said Andre, breathing in deeply. "When we arrived, we think that they were about to kill Lori - they were about to stab her. They were all tied up, naked. Each of the girls." "Oh God, no!" cried Daniele, holding her head in her hands. "I think they've seen and had things done to them that we can only imagine. They haven't just been raped by a few men. They've been tortured, we think, for almost twelve hours." There was silence, broken eventually by Daniele's quiet voice. "They had shaved off Lori's hair, you know, between her legs, and she was covered in blood from somewhere. I had to change the bathwater twice before she was really clean." Jean joined in. "Nikki said that a man had forced his thing into her bottom. She's in great pain and can hardly sit down. She hasn't stopped shaking since she got back here. And the whip marks, or whatever they used. I've never seen anything like it, not even in newspapers!" "Believe me, Rebecca's were worse, much worse. We'll have to tell all this to the police. They'll want to interview the girls and we must make sure that a woman officer does that." said Maurice. "That's a good idea. What time do we have to see them tomorrow?" asked Daniele. "Nine o'clock." said Andre, looking at his watch "They'll come here. I'd like to know where Claude and Celestine are tonight. There's something strange going on!" They talked for half an hour before Daniele offered to go and make coffee for everyone. They had decided that one of them should stay awake at all times during the night starting at about two o'clock. Dr Bonner had hoped that with their medication, they might sleep through until about midday. Daniele looked in the fridge and decided that although she should have been hungry, there was nothing that she really felt like eating. She grabbed four cups and then filled the kettle with water. As she turned off the tap, a scream filled the house, jarring her nerves and making her drop the kettle in the sink. She ran from the kitchen to see Jean already half way up the stairs. As they snapped the light on outside Lauren's room, she saw her daughter curled up in a ball on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably as Nikki looked down at her, eyes filled with tears as she sat on the bed, shaking. "Lori, come on, love. It's OK, it's all over. You're safe with us, back in your own little bed." Daniele helped her back onto the bed, and then under the covers. Lauren retched and held her stomach in an effort to suppress the inclination to be sick. She lost the battle, and threw the covers off her as she raced for the bathroom, vomit dripping from between her fingers. The two women looked at each other, suppressing their own urges to burst into tears. The remainder of the night comprised of short periods of sleep and sudden screams from the girls' bedroom as they relived again and again the events of the night. Their parents slept in two hour shifts, although everyone woke instantly at the sound of the screaming. By four in the morning, nerves were beginning to get strained. As the scale of the terror and pain that the girls must have been subjected to sank in, tempers flared and anger rose inside to the point where Maurice and Andre even considered going back to the barn and hunting down the perpetrators. Maurice eventually decided however that some cool air was warranted, and so he took a walk outside in the road to continue his thoughts on his own. He was proud of his efforts to rescue the girls and was quite convinced that a few minutes later would have produced a tragic ending. He thought of Mike, and how he had avoided much of the discussion about his sister's sexual activity. He was pleased that he was so protective about her although in retrospect it could have seriously affected their ability to locate the girls. Maurice had no ideas though when it came to Rebecca's parents, and how they could have disappeared after they had been told that their daughter was in danger. He wandered along the pavement, up towards the mountains, and sat on a small wooden seat at the edge of the forest. The moon illuminated much of the valley below, the stars twinkling over the grey snow-capped peaks of the Alps. He sat for almost an hour before making his way back down the hill. It was still dark as he approached the house, too dark to drive without lights on. He therefore failed to see the figure in the trees on the opposite side of the road, and had no idea that she had seen him leave the house earlier. He had no idea that a few hours earlier, he had caught a glimpse of the woman naked, her beautiful breasts pointing upward, her wet, cum-soaked vagina pouting between her long tanned legs in anticipation of the liberation of his daughter's soul. He had no idea that his daughter had on two occasions made love to her, had been photographed naked with her, had happily licked her inner thighs while a man's cock pounded into her tight vagina, and had been seduced by her teenage girlfriend. That night marked the beginning of the vigil. End of Chapter 39 End of Lauren Gisal -- CJ Remove the .NOSPAM from my address to mail me. No files by e-mail! I don't write any stories. 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