Message-ID: <3427eli$9708281054@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Francis Dashwood Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 2 Chapter 51-52 of 59 (ff/mf/Ff/Mf/inc,cons,nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199708272345.RAA10258@shaman.lycaeum.org> Lauren Gisal Volume Two The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive to some people. 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, or if you are considered a minor in your country, then delete this file. 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. Please do not request reposts of this material. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Chapter 51 "Lauren" Silence. "Lauren" echoed again, shaking. She opened her eyes, the morning light streaming through the window, dazzling her, silhouetting Maria. "Hey, wake up, here's coffee!" Lauren rolled onto her side, slowly recalling their love making the previous night. Her senses told her she was still naked, a distinctly unhealthy stickiness between her legs. "Oh, thanks. What time is it?" asked Lauren, avoiding her eyes. "About ten. Jamie's up already. Emma looks a lot better. She's certainly cooler." "Good." said Lauren, hoping she would leave, that the subject at the forefront of her mind that morning, the same that had kept her awake hours after they parted, would be forgotten, never mentioned again. Maria sat beside her. She was dressed, shirt, trousers, hair done up in regulation army style. Her hand rested on the sheet over Lauren's hip, greeting her. Their eyes met and Lauren was rewarded by a smile. "You're a wonderful lover" she said quietly, her hand traveling over her side to her shoulders, tracing circles over her tanned flesh. Lauren looked at her face, trying to read the expression. "So are you! I'm a bit tired, aren't you?" "Mmm, a little. But I've got things to do. You haven't, so you can stay there all day, if you wish." The covers slid down, the curves and valleys of her breasts revealed as Maria opened her mouth and clasped her nipple between her lips. Sunlight shone through her hair, warm and gentle as Lauren gulped in air, trying hard to breath regularly as the girl squeezed her breasts together and flicked her nipples with her tongue. But just as Lauren closed her eyes and prayed the attention would travel lower, Maria rose and walked to the door. "Oh, in fact, you can stay here until you've considered my little proposition. One show, just to cheer him up. That's all! I'll be back this afternoon." She shut the door behind her. Lauren covered herself, breathing out deeply, feeling used, cheated and bewildered. The door clicked, and her heart sank. Although she knew the answer, she tip-toed to the door and tried the handle. It was locked. She tried another door, presuming it went to either a bathroom or an adjoining room. It too was firmly locked. No escape, unless she wanted to lose fifty pounds and squeeze through the window. Miserably, she trudged back to the bed, turning over an assortment of escape plans. Some sensible, some distasteful, and others suitable only for comic books. She realised that Maria had the upper hand. She could split the three of them up, transporting each child to another camp. Even just dump them by the roadside alone. Or she could probably have them all killed. She could also leave her in the room to die of starvation. On the other hand, maybe if Lauren took part in this demonstration she would make sure they were transported to safety. The seed of a deal started to sprout in her mind and so she sat, through the morning sun and into the afternoon haze, thinking, bemoaning her fate, dreading the return of her captor. Six hours later the lock clattered in the door and Maria reappeared, carrying a tray. A plate seemed to be covered with a huge red napkin, but she was delighted to see a small jug of water, with tiny beads of condensation chasing down the sides. Her eyes fixed on it, tracking it's every movement. She could almost taste the cold, clear water that swirled in the jug. She smiled as Maria approached and held out her hand to take the water. "Uh uh. Not yet. Now, what have we decided?" Lauren shook her head. "What, you've decided nothing?" "I'll do it on these conditions: there's nobody except your uncle and me in the room, and the children don't get to know about it. Also, you have our passports for us before I do it, and take us to the border afterwards." There, she had recited her speech flawlessly. She watched Maria's face, and was disturbed to see a smile creep across her face. Maria set the tray down on the floor and sat beside her. "Lori, my dear." she said, touching the side of her face. "What an offer!" She looked down, smiling again. "Hey, look what you've got on! My favourite shirt! It suits you" Maria beamed at her, feeling the shoulders and the fit. Mischievously, she peeked under the shirt. "Ohh! Couldn't find any knickers then?" Lauren felt her touch, fingers gliding from her buttocks along the line where her knicker elastic should have been. Lauren wondered if she was forgiven, if she had been tested and had played her hand well. Maria touched her shoulder, gently guiding her back against the pillow. "You're so pretty." she said, kissing her lips. "Such wonderful breasts" she murmured as her lips found her nipples. "And your pussy is heaven. Relax" she whispered, kissing her hips, over to her navel and down swiftly into her pubic hair. Instinctively, Lauren parted her legs, anxious to please the girl, to seal their friendship and gain her agreement. Maria gripped her thighs, lapping up from mid thigh to her pussy, then pushing both hands under her buttocks to lift her higher. Her tongue pressed against her entrance, firm, penetrating, warm and soothing. Lauren reached down, gently rubbing the pink folds of skin over her clitoris, coaxing it out and generating a bubbling inside that flowed through her. "Oh Lori. Lori. You're such a tart!" Stunned, humiliated, Lauren shot upright, dragging the covers over herself. "Lori, look at you. All I have to do is push you against the pillow and you've lost control!" "You shit!" she squealed, pulling the covers across even tighter. "Lauren, what does it matter if my uncle has you? He probably only has to ask, right?" Lauren lashed out, trying to strike her, but she recoiled, anticipating the blow. Maria stood and reached down beside the bed for the tray. "I need the water" "Course you do. When you're ready." Lauren watched as the girl's eyes traveled over the sheets, noting the shape below. She pulled the covers tighter. "Since you couldn't agree to last night's suggestion, the deal has changed. I want him to have Emma." "No!" shrieked Lauren. "Bitch!" Maria held up her hand. "I haven't finished." she stated, the smile gone, irritation on her face. "You will be there and so will I. You'll do everything that I ask. If you don't agree, I'll have Jamie shipped to the front line. You have twenty-four hours." She swung on her heel and left. Lauren watched the water disappear, utter dismay setting in. She licked her dry lips, thinking that the only moisture they had received that day had been from Maria's embrace. The key jangled again in the lock and Maria peered round the door. "Oh, by the way, just to help you decide, later tonight I'm going to show what I've been doing all day. It's a film that stars someone you know!" Lauren's mind reeled from the thought, the lack of food and water contributing to her feeling of weightlessness and inability to concentrate. She presumed that she had filmed either Jamie or Emma. Maybe she had caught one of them sunbathing, or running around the house naked. It was a bit unlikely, but possible. Then it dawned on her, the children's desire for each other, their boredom in the house, a search for release and entertainment. Perhaps Maria had caught them together. Her mind raced, setting up situations, tearing them down, building towers of fantasy on the flimsiest foundations. She wrapped herself tighter in the sheets and shuffled into the corner of the bed. She thought of her mother, Nikki, Switzerland and the safety of her bedroom. Mentally, she toured the room, opening drawers, finding trinkets from years gone by. A lump settled in her throat and she began to cry, quietly, her chest heaving with great gulps of air as she bit into the bedding. She cursed herself for even thinking that Maria wanted to make love to her, for even thinking that her problem could have been solved that easily. Her head floated, the lack of food now causing her to think poorly, her logic screwed. She flopped back onto the bed, watching the ceiling glide by. Darkness settled into the corners of the room and the sun no longer shone through the windows. She knew that within the hour, stars would appear. She dreaded the return of Maria and rehearsed clever lines that might make her captor see sense. The day faded rapidly, the gloomy dusk permeating through the walls to hang like a cloud over her head. Less than twenty minutes later she heard doors banging in the house, footsteps approaching and the bedroom door as it banged noisily against the wall. "Whoops! Sorry about that!" said Maria cheerily. Lauren rolled onto her side and watched the woman as she kicked the door shut. Wearing only her soldier's shirt and her tight lycra shorts, she carried the tray in her hands and once again Lauren tracked the sight of the water, now accompanied by fruit. She momentarily closed her eyes in dread as she saw the lone video cassette, unlabeled, black and foreboding. "Had a good day?" Lauren lay there silently, a tremble starting in her stomach, a rich mixture of anger, hunger and to her disgust, lust. Lauren looked at her figure as she placed the tray next to the television. Her tightly cut shorts hugged her thighs, the crisp outline disappearing temptingly underneath her shirt. She watched as Maria turned, reached behind her head and undid the clasp that held her long black hair in a bun. It tumbled down over her shoulders, swirling as Maria shook her head for maximum effect. "I'll dispense with the niceties. I'm going to show you a video. If you do as I say, you'll get water and food. Otherwise, it's another day for you. Understand?" Lauren lay there, silently, her anger brimming. "Understand?" shouted Maria. Lauren shrugged, indicating passive acceptance for the moment. Her gaze slid past Maria and over to the tray, perched safely on the chest of drawers. She heard the mechanics of the video machine as Maria slotted the tape inside and watched almost impassively as she turned, reached under her shirt and slid the tight shorts down her legs. "What are you wearing?" she demanded, grabbing the remote control. "What?" "Don't be stupid! What are you wearing?" "My shirt" "Knickers?" Lauren nodded. "Stand up!" Lauren obeyed, her head light, blood rushing out as she teetered by the side of the bed. "Lift your shirt, show me!" Lauren looked at the floor between them, gathering the long shirt tails and bunching them at the side. She tried to look down at herself but her balance suffered. "Take your knickers off!" Lauren fumbled, trying to keep the shirt up while using her other hand to slip the material over her hips. Eventually, her knickers tumbled to the floor and she stood there, now frightened at the tone of the woman's voice and her plans for their evening's entertainment. Her hand sneaked down between her thighs, covering her pubic hair. "Lauren, I'm going to trust you to do as I say one last time. OK?" She moved towards the bathroom door and produced a key. "I'm going to let you go to the toilet now but I expect you to do as I say. Do you understand?" Lauren nodded, relief percolating through her body as she envisioned the toilet, the sight of the water in the bowl. "Come on then" Lauren followed her, slipping past her before sitting on the toilet thankfully. She looked up at Maria, her eyes indicating that she wanted her to leave. Shaking her head, Maria stood right in front of her, pushing her knees apart. "Arms up! And spread your legs, wide now!" Maria grabbed the tail of Lauren's shirt and pulled, caressing her breasts as it went over her head. Lauren's groan was accompanied by a gushing sound as her bowels let go and the hot stream shot down into the bowl. "Wider. And look up at me!" Lauren felt the ache in her bladder as the torrent continued and saw the pleasure in Maria's face as she bent down and placed a kiss on her lips. Hands trailed from her shoulders down over her breasts, causing such a state of confusion in her mind that she thought she would cry. She was at a total loss whether to respond, slap her face or simply fall to the floor in tears. Looking for guidance, she opened her eyes just as Maria pushed her wet tongue between her lips, flicking along her teeth. Lauren sucked greedily, the woman's saliva welcome in overcoming her own dryness. Abruptly, Maria broke away and reached for a flannel by the sink. Lauren watched almost in pain as pure, warm water flowed from the tap. "I'm going to wash your pussy before we watch the film. Do you understand?" "Mmm" replied Lauren, a delicate trickle playing into the toilet. Maria stood in front of her, watching, her eyes roaming between the anguish on Lauren's face, down over her firm, tanned breasts to the gaping vagina that had been cruelly exposed. "Oh, Lauren! Looks like this is a bit of a turn-on for you, right?" Lauren shrugged, knowing full well that the warmth between her legs had slowly spread inside her in expectation. Her eyes focused on the flannel as Maria squatted in front of her and began to wipe her clean. She closed her eyes in delight as the wonderful heat aroused her further. Maria gently glided over her pussy lips, wiping up one side then down the other, pushing very slightly into her vagina. Lauren gripped her shoulders to steady herself, communicating the intensity of her pleasure as her fingers dug into the woman's skin. Her mouth dried even further as her breathing became stronger, noisier. She slid further forward, hoping that a finger would dive into her hot sex. Alarm bells rang in her head, reminding her of the last encounter she had experienced with Maria, and how she had been rebuffed so cruelly. "Since you've done as I asked, I'm going to let you have some water, OK?" "Oh thank you!" said Lauren, desperately, her need for water ten times that for sex. Maria returned with the bottle and stood in front of her again. Nodding down at her vagina, she silently waited for Lauren to assume her spread position before pouring the water for her. Lauren drank greedily, spilling the icy water over her breasts in the process. She stopped after half a glass, feeling a rebellious bubbling from inside. Shakily, she handed the glass back to Maria. "Very good. Now into the bath. We need to wash your hair." Lauren rose dutifully and stepped into the empty bath, cautiously watching Maria. She was shaking visibly now, the lack of food and the anxiety mixing to the next level of nervousness. "Lean back on your elbows or it'll all go in your eyes, won't it?" chided Maria as she unhooked the showerhead and ran the water. Once she was satisfied with the temperature, she quickly dampened Lauren's hair before letting the shower dangle in the bath behind Lauren. She unscrewed the top of the shampoo bottle and dribbled the thick liquid over Lauren's thighs, causing her to squeal and shift in the bath. "Open your legs, as wide as you can!" she commanded. Still leaning back on her elbows, Lauren did as she was told, resting her knees against the edge of the bath. She could feel another trail of the cold slippery shampoo just above her pubic hair, and knew it was heading relentlessly down towards her pussy. As it flowed it slowly warmed up, until it dribbled across the tiny folds around her clitoris and onward over the opening to her vagina. Slowly, it trailed down towards her anus, then between the cheeks of her bottom and onto the surface of the bath. The light touch of fingers gave her a start, but her surprise gave way to pleasure as the fingers kneaded the shampoo over her pussy, slowly circling her clitoris, delving very slightly inside her pussy with the grace and sensuality of an adept lover. The fingers took their time, now circling over her labia, caressing her gently, swirling in time with her breathing. Lauren felt her head swaying, her neck hurting as her head lolled back, eyes closed, fire below her rippling stomach muscles. Lower now, traversing the tiny chasm between her pussy and anus, gathering the shampoo from her thighs and massaging around her tight anus. More dribbles, higher, from her navel up to her nipples. She shuddered with the cold shock, feeling the tingle in her breasts as they too responded to the liquid caress. Finally, she felt the shampoo in her hair, heard the clunk of the bottle and felt the gentle hands massaging her hair, spreading the lather. "Lauren, you have a beautiful body, you know?" asked Maria. "So responsive. You're so easy to turn on. I should think you can hardly control yourself when you're with Emma, right?" asked Maria, circling Lauren's breast with bubbles. Lauren shrugged, her mind feebly trying to analyse the impact of the comment. Maria dabbed two soapy blobs on her nipples, giggling lightly as they both stayed in place. She rinsed her hair and applied the shampoo again, rubbing up a rich lather again. Lauren's arms ached and she shifted in the bath, looking for a more relaxing position. She felt a towel across her forehead, soft and warm. She opened her eyes, half smiling as she saw Maria shrugging off her shirt, her large breasts revealed. Her gaze rested between the woman's legs, the parted labia clear, allowing the slightest hint of her clitoris to show through the dark pubic hair. Lust stirred in Lauren's stomach, coursing through her veins. She watched as Maria raised her left leg and stepped into the bath, facing away from her. Now straddled either side by the taut firmness of Maria's legs, she shifted and looked up, admiring the delicacy of her pussy and the tightness of her bottom. Maria slowly sank into the confines of the bath, her thighs pushing Lauren up slightly. Maria found the shower and rinsed off Lauren, paying special attention to her pussy and anus. Lauren couldn't see Maria's hands, but could feel her exploring, rinsing and testing her skin for any remains of the shampoo. Finally, Maria ran the spray across her own back, forming rivulets that ran down, off her buttocks and over Lauren's shoulders and chest. Maria descended lower, her pussy now inches from Lauren's mouth, the clitoris fully in view, pink, proud and purring for attention. Maria reached for the soap and rubbed it between her hands before applying it to the channel of Lauren's buttocks. She felt the woman's fingers slowly circling her anus, teasing now and again with a finger tip inside her. Lauren pushed her bottom up, encouraging, demanding greater depth but Maria continued her wanderings, involving her pussy, tracing each of her labia between her fingers, circling her clitoris before soaping her inner thighs. Lauren moaned, the hunger for food and satisfaction now mingled into one almighty demand. Suddenly, Maria shoved her middle finger as deep as she could into Lauren's anus, making her shriek loudly and buck up against her hand. As if in response, Maria sat on her face, smothering her, wriggling as though commanding Lauren to suck and lick or suffer. The finger in her anus withdrew, then returned, hard, straight, deep inside. Lauren pushed her tongue out, finding the sweet juice of the woman ready to flow, and with each probe of her tongue, the floodgates opened slightly wider, rewarding her with the taste that she had come to love all too often. She felt Maria's push a thumb against her vagina, seeking out the other entrance to her body that would take her over the top. Lauren reciprocated, freeing her hands from the side of the bath to grab Maria's buttocks, spreading her cheeks before circling her anus for the shortest time. Without ceremony, Lauren pushed inside her anus with her thumb, feeling the tight muscles give way until she was inside the warmth of the woman. The very thought doubled the lust inside her, pushing her orgasm closer to reality. With her tongue deep inside Maria, she thrust again, withdrew and thrust, keeping up a steady rhythm in time with Maria. Lauren's hips shook as her knees banged on the side of the bath. She was convinced she was about to feint but couldn't have cared less. Maria increased her speed, pushing, turning and pushing again into both orifices as she gripped Lauren tightly with her thighs. Lauren felt the tight anal walls pulsing around her thumb, and sensing the final push, she flicked between the woman's vagina and her clitoris, pleased beyond belief as she heard her squeal with delight. Maria pushed her left hand under Lauren's bottom, pulling her higher, grabbing her buttocks. With an almighty groan, Lauren came, the heat bursting from her sex as she shook in oblivion. Maria sank onto Lauren's face, quivering delightedly as she too came gently on the younger girl's tongue. For several minutes, they remained locked together. Lauren floated in no-man's land, her mind drifting, her throat dry and her shivering once again uncontrollable. Maria slowly removed her fingers and slid round in the bath, sinking down on top of Lauren as they hugged in each other's arms. They slid together, the soap spreading over them gradually as their embrace lingered. As their breathing slowed, Maria slipped over to the side, pulled the shower attachment towards herself and directed the water over Lauren. It warmed her, and dribbles splashed into her open mouth. "Lauren, I had intended to punish you this evening." she said thoughtfully. Lauren caught her gaze momentarily before blinking and looking at the suds in the bath. Maria shifted away from her, bracing her legs against the sides of the bath as she laid back against the other end, facing Lauren. Her pussy pouted, the wrinkled lips wide, flowering with their promise of warmth, sweetness and delight. "I wanted to punish you, and decided this afternoon to have you tied and thrashed." "What....?" muttered Lauren, startled by the severity of her captor's anger. "Shh! I changed my mind!" Maria dribbled the shower over her own body, droplets spraying over her large breasts. Lauren watched as they coursed down, past her navel and through the dark mat of her pubic hair. Down to her anus, the dark hole where she had already pushed her tongue, hard, probing until her jaw hurt. So clean that it tasted of nothing but soap, so sensitive that it gripped her tongue in waves of energy, pulsing randomly with such force that Lauren wanted to giggle with delight. "I changed my mind because you're such a delight." she whispered. Maria caressed her breasts with the shower and her hand, both lightly playing with her nipples. "You're such a responsive lover, so generous." Lauren could think of nothing to say that would sound good, or might ensure their freedom. She licked her lips, guiding water over her tongue. "Lauren, I think I can trust you to behave tomorrow. I want you to explain to Emma what's going to happen. Prepare her. We start at about four in the afternoon. He has to be gone by five, and there's all sorts of entertainment planned, not just you." Their eyes met. Lauren's heart pounded. She knew she was going to agree to cooperate, but the words stuck in her mouth. She clung to the hope that Maria would mention more about their eventual release from the house, but it seemed foolish to ask again after her demands the previous night had been so brusquely rebuffed. "Deal?" "OK. I just want to go home, that's all." "Course you do. You will, you just need to, well, to pay your way." She stood, smiling radiantly. "Good, I'm glad we understand each other." said Maria, placing one foot on the floor. Her pussy gleamed, the lips shining where the pubic hair gave way to the purity and delicacy of her labia. Lauren cursed the feeling brewing once again deep inside her. "Now, I'll let you tell Emma tonight." She stood briefly in front of Lauren, then turned, grabbed a towel and left. Lauren shivered in the coolness of the room, running through the scenarios of the following hours, rehearsing lines that would break the news to Emma that she was to be once again the pleasure of a stranger. Lauren dried herself, pulled on a clean shirt, and tried the door. It opened, revealing the hallway. Less than a minute later, Lauren opened the door to her room. "Lauren, where the hell have you been?" said Emma angrily. "What?" stuttered Lauren, noting the heat and anger in Emma's voice. In her mind she had prepared for hugs and kisses all round, not accusations of desertion. "Maria locked me in her room. Do you feel better?" "Lauren, she said that you were staying with her for a while. That you were lovers!" "Don't be stupid. I couldn't get out." "So why are you out now?" "Because I agreed." And slowly, Emma managed to ask all the wrong questions that led to the explanation of the entertainment the following day. "No fucking way!" shouted Emma, curling up on her bed. "Watch your language, young lady! We're in trouble. She wants you to 'perform', as she calls it, with her uncle. There'll be others there as well, including me. I don't know what they want me to do. If we don't, Jamie goes to the front line." Emma sat up, glaring at her. "Lori, did you make love to her in the bath just now?" Lauren glowed red, desperately trying to find some place to hide her eyes. "I knew, it! I just knew it! Why should I believe anything you say. I'm left here for two days, ill, while you go and get laid!" "It wasn't like that." insisted Lauren defiantly, her own voice now raised. "She locked the door and wouldn't give me food or water." Emma was silent although her body shook occasionally as her tears flowed. Lauren sat down on her bed and touched her shoulder. Emma shrugged her off. "Emma, I promise, I couldn't get out." "But why did you have sex with her? Eh? Did she force you?" "No" "No, course not." Emma looked up, her eyes red and wet. "She mentioned a film. Did you know about a film she had?" The little girl recoiled as though she had suddenly snapped out of a day- dream. For Lauren, that was enough. Chapter 52 During the morning, Lauren spent her time either avoiding Maria or looking at her watch, counting the minutes before four o'clock. Maria had carefully laid out some juvenile clothing for the girls - pale yellow floral print dresses with large white buttons down the front. Lauren held hers against her body and grimaced. Five years ago she could have worn it in mid-summer, but her tastes had moved on. But her dismay was tempered by the fact that Maria had delivered thin, almost see-though briefs, cut high and short that accentuated her dark thighs and the firmness of her buttocks. As the morning wore on, Emma seemed to accept that Lauren had told mostly the truth, and that their fate was to be decided that afternoon. Her sulky silence gave way to small talk, followed by outright babbling, until just after lunchtime when the two girls returned to their room. Emma slipped over onto Lauren's bed and nestled down against her shoulder, lightly cupping her breast. "Can't see why Maria didn't get us some decent clothes earlier" said Emma, the warmth of her breath tingling her nipples. "No reason to. You're going to look good in yours, you know." "And you. You always look beautiful. You could wear a potato sack and look good." "Maybe if it was over my head." said Lauren, smiling at the thought. "That's stupid." "No, you're the pretty one" Lauren felt a tightening in her throat as the tiny fingers toyed with her nipple. Her heart beat loudly as their bodies warmed together, legs entwined, their warmth shared as both their shirts rode up. She knew it would be a simple matter to reciprocate, to lift her lips up to her own and gently kiss her, even just to cup her buttocks and trail her fingers through the young valley. But she resisted the urge, settling for a tight hug and a kiss to her forehead. "What do you think they'll want me to do?" asked Emma. "I'm not sure. I think Maria wants you to have sex with her uncle. He's a General in their army. Seems to control most of the south." "What else?" Lauren shrugged, barely disguising her shock at the question. She had at least expected protest, tears, fear in the young girl's eyes. "I don't know any more, I'm sorry." Lauren shifted, dis-entangling. "But I'll be there". She swung her legs over the side of the bed, taking the opportunity to glance between Emma's young thighs. "If they do anything disgusting, I'll get them to stop." Silence. Lauren felt her sphincter tightening, concern rippling through her body. She thought of home, Switzerland, warmth and security. For the hundredth time in less than a week, she wondered if they should have stayed in Boquette rather than venture out with all the other refugees. "Lori, I'm sorry if I shouted at you. Really I am." said Emma. The little girl's legs parted slightly. "It's OK. We're all very nervous, right? Tell you what, let's have a long bath together". Delightedly, Emma bounced off the bed and headed with Lauren to the bathroom. For the next hour, they played like two schoolgirls in the bath. Outwardly, their giggling and splashing might have seemed to be carefree, expectant. But their glances into each other's eyes betrayed their fears. And as the water drained away and the minutes slipped by, the chatter died down. The sound of strangers could be heard in the house, and during a sudden flurry of activity, Lauren sensed the General's arrival. Maria strode into the room less than ten minutes later. She wore makeup, delicately enhancing the depth of her eyes and the sensuous curve of her lips. "Good, Lauren, come here" she commanded, standing just inside the doorway, looking down at a spot less than a foot in front of her. Lauren slipped off the bed and stood as ordered, feeling Maria's hands over her buttocks and between her legs, fingers gliding along the length of her labia, caressing her through the sheer fabric. The woman looked over her, checking her hair, pulling the dress away from Lauren's chest to make sure she was wearing nothing else. "Good girl. Did you have a bath?" "Yes, about an hour ago." "All clean?" "Yes" "Everywhere?" Lauren shrugged. "Yeah." Maria leaned forward, kissed her cheek and took her hand. "Come! Emma, you'll have to wait here. We have so little time today, the General has to be out of here before five- thirty, so don't fall asleep, OK?" Emma smiled radiantly at Maria, causing Lauren to look quickly between the two girls as she tried to understand Emma's reaction that seem to border on enthusiasm. Hand in hand, Lauren trotted barefoot behind Maria out from the room towards the lounge. She could hear voices in the down the hallway, expectant, excited, certainly more than two or three people. Maria pushed the door and the faces turned towards her. Lauren noticed that the General was sitting on the sofa, clothed in army fatigues, bright bars across his chest and a hat on the cushion next to him. The curtains in the room had been drawn, and two standard lamps were all that had been provided to light the scene. At least fifty years old, the General looked fit, almost respectable. His clean shaven face betrayed years of outdoor punishment, rugged, almost pothole, with deep, dark eyes and the beginnings of a smile. Lauren decided that the smile was one to encourage performance, rather than to signal affection. Two youngsters, a boy and girl, sat squeezed together on one of the fireside chairs where Lauren had slumped on many a boring afternoon watching the television. Behind the sofa, chairs had been arranged that were now occupied by what looked like the Generals entourage, both men and women, all younger than him by at least twenty years. Maria grinned excessively as she approached her uncle. "Uncle, this is Lauren. As I mentioned, she's the au pair of Emma, the girl who wants to entertain you this afternoon. Lauren has prepared her, and in fact, has introduced Emma to some of the wilder pleasures of sex!" Lauren shot a glance at Maria at the distortion of the truth. She thought better of protesting that it was a mutual seduction, anxious not to turn the afternoon, already out of her control, into a court martial. Lauren heard giggling from behind the sofa, clearly not from the seated adults. "Lauren, sit down here on the floor near the big chair. You can help during the first little play that these two are going to put on for our entertainment." Maria guided her firmly, pushing her to the floor with unnecessary force. Lauren tried to make out more details of the other figures behind the sofa but the poor light revealed little else. The carpet itched against her thighs so she pulled the short dress under her legs as she settled down to watch. "Now, let me introduce you to Julie and Juan" said Maria, sitting down next to her uncle. "Both of them were refugees that we found as part of the international effort. They've got their papers to travel, and wanted to thank you with their little show!" Mild applause followed, giving Lauren a chance to determine the sincerity of the two teenagers. Both looked as though they came from wealthy families. Their skin was pure, unblemished, hair cut properly. Julie, sitting on the left, had a warm, round face, huge dark eyes and high cheek bones which enticed. Straight, thick black hair fell over her shoulders, and her eyes were fixed on her partner who was squeezed next to her on the big old chair. He looked strong, handsome in a local way, dressed similarly to Julie with a buttoned shirt and blue jeans. Neither of them wore shoes or socks. Lauren watched as Maria rested her head on her uncle's shoulder and nestled into him. Her hand slid precariously along his thigh, giving Lauren enough reason to believe that either he wasn't her uncle, or such family connections meant little in San Falino. She turned back to the two adolescents, noticing that the boy's left hand had begun to roam. Lauren caught herself enjoying the entertainment from the very start, her attention fixed on his hands and the warmth that the girl must be feeling as he felt along her hips, pulling her a little closer to him as they debated the timing of their first, timid kiss. Lauren was lost in a dream world, unsure whether she would like to be the boy or girl snuggled into the chair. Julie's eyes closed as the boy leaned forward, his hand pulling her towards him as she simply held his elbow, cautious, almost embarrassed. Their lips touched, sticking delightfully as they pulled away. Opening their eyes, they smiled at each other before leaning again to kiss sweetly, longingly, indicating, at least to Lauren, that their intentions were to provide more than a few minutes of their display. She realised as well that they were enjoying themselves, free from any coercion, or threat to perform, a thought confirmed as they both slid deeper into the chair, a smile on the girl's face as a hand disappeared underneath her shirt, caressing her back. Lauren glanced at the boy's jeans, determining without doubt that his cock was rigid, pushing against his zip in an effort to break free. Maria's fingers had also moved, now trailing lightly over the General's trousers. Julie moaned quietly as Juan pushed her shirt higher up her back. Lauren shifted on the floor, her pussy complaining about it's confinement and the way she was sitting. She moved, rearranging herself, catching a smirk from Maria as she checked around the room. Reality hit her, catching her thoughts before they raced away on yet another dream- like voyage. Once again, she had allowed herself to be trapped, surrounded by people who were less than scrupulous, intent on sexual satisfaction at almost any cost. Yet again, her safety was probably in danger, and again she was not in control. Lauren ran wild thoughts around in her head, trying to determine how she ended up like this, after all the warnings, all the signs and a number of opportunities to rectify her situation. She recalled the theoretical balance she had conjured up, where she tried to weigh her sexual adventures, good and bad, to arrive at a balanced existence. She calculated that she was deep in the red with her unknown bank manager. A final moment of reason posed the question whether she would leave if she was offered a chance, but the boy's hand pushed Julie's shirt high up her side so that the firm swell of the underside of her breasts came into view and Lauren felt her pussy surge with pleasure as adrenaline shot through her body. Julie's hands slowly traced along the boy's arms, up to his shoulders, encouraging him in his quest for her nipples. He rubbed over her covered breasts with the flat of his hand, circling her young mounds with increasing passion as the faintest of moans filled the room. They kissed so beautifully, alternating between deep exchanges of their tongues and the lightest of kisses, brushing lips against each other's, flicking and licking with perfect choreography. Juan found the top button of her shirt and flicked it carefully, parting the few inches of material to give her an even more casual look. She smiled at him between kisses, eyes closed, confident in his arms and caress. Her smile turned to a giggle, stifled quickly as Juan pulled the shirt apart, popping the next button off with deliberate force. Aroused further, she broke their embrace nestling into his neck as he popped the remainder. Her young breasts were small, tanned, peaked nicely by small nipples that were alert, pointed. Possessed by new strength, with her shirt pushed to the sides, she grabbed his clothing, removing his shirt and tossing it over her shoulder dramatically. Their bodies, naked to the waist, embraced again, and Lauren could easily imagine the wonderful feeling of their teenage flesh, warm and firm, pressed together as their tongues once again dueled and their hands roamed with carefree abandon. The girl's breasts squashed out between their chests while their legs twisted together. Juan felt slowly all the way from her neck, over her shoulders and down her back until her reached the tightness of her jeans over her slim buttocks. Lauren watched as he slid a hand into one of the pockets, squeezing her before advancing boldly to her thighs. Leaning back slightly, she toyed with his nipples, tweaking each in turn, all the while maintaining a breathless embrace. Her fingers splayed apart, delving down towards his navel, widening as she glided past and found the bump in his jeans. As though suddenly switched on, his actions became firmer, stronger as he pushed hard between her thighs, midway between her knee and the zip and button that guarded his goal. Slowly, she gave way, parting her legs as best she could in the confined chair. Sensing her problem, he took her right leg and hooked it over the edge of the chair, running his nails over her thigh and slowly caressing her jean-covered vagina for all to see. Lauren looked at the audience for their reaction and was surprised to see the General staring at her. Instantly, she looked back at the two teenagers, her mind registering belatedly that Maria appeared to have released his cock from the confines of his regulation trousers. Her heart beat wildly. Desperately, she hoped that this would be a quick demonstration in which she took no active part. Her peripheral vision confirmed that the others in his entourage were still seated, although she felt that a couple of them were either kissing or moving around a little behind the sofa. She kept her eyes firmly fixed on the show, shifting again on the floor as she coaxed the circulation back into her legs. Still uncomfortable, she leaned back against the sofa, at least three feet from the General, but more comfortable as she pulled her legs across each other. Happy that nobody could see underneath the dress, or knew that it had risen up over her thighs, she returned to the two in the chair. Juan had undone the button of Julie's jeans, revealing further tanned skin. Her leg hung tight over the chair as her bottom raised slightly off the seat. She too had found his jeans and, breaking their embrace, leaned back against the chair, content to feel up and down the obvious length of his hard cock. A ripple of pleasure surged through Lauren, expectation mounting that she was soon to see both of them naked. She looked at the young girl, lying next to the boy, eyes closed, a satisfied smile across her lips. Her dark hair cascaded down over her shoulders, obscuring her nipples, but following the shape of her young breasts. Feeling her way, the young girl flicked the button of his jeans to allow her hand to awkwardly dive down into his underpants. The angle made any rhythm difficult, and her attention was diverted as the tell-tale sound of her zip filled the room. Lauren held her breath, pleased suddenly with her front row seat, aroused as she caught sight of the tiny white knickers as the zip neared the end of it's travel. Without much of a pause, the boy slid his hand around her buttocks and dragged her jeans down to her knees in a couple of practiced movements. Her legs limited the distance they would travel, and he seemed more than content in being able to feel along the smoothness of her inner thighs and the thin elastic of the gusset of her knickers. Lauren slipped her hand very slowly between her legs, teasing the hairs around her pussy that seemed to be arguing which way to go. "Leave her jeans on!" commanded the General. The words shook Lauren out of her dream. The afternoon, the danger, all flooded back into her life. She glanced across at him, aware that Maria had lost her shirt, but for some strange reason was wearing a bra. The deep cleavage was more than apparent as she bent low into the General's lap and probed the bulb of his red cock with her tongue. Lauren swallowed hard. Julie undid the boy's zip and caught both his jeans and underpants in her fingers, tugging hard as he lifted his bottom. The thickness of his cock surprised Lauren as it sprung from his underpants, rigid, pointing directly at the young girl's head. She completed the job, pushing the clothing off his feet as he helped with his hands. Naked, he pulled her close to his chest, hiding his erection as best as he could while Julie wrapped her fingers around it, pulling gently downwards as the foreskin peeled back. Lauren inhaled deeply, mouth open as if to try and taste him. She turned her attention back to the girl, her hips well shaped, athletically thin, in keeping with her thighs. Her upper body was strong, the shoulder-blades prominent, working in concert with the muscles of her back. The boy gained courage, pushing inside her small knickers, down between her thighs around to her anus. Roughly he gripped her in his hand, pulling hard so that she shifted off the arm of the chair, down to the floor. On cue, she pushed him into the middle of the chair and began to lick slowly from the base of his cock, up to the bulging top and down again. Lauren watched, enthralled as his cock grew shiny with her saliva. She could see the dampness between the girl's legs and the tight crease where her knickers had been pulled deep between her pussy lips. Her small, young bottom bobbed up and down gently in time with her head, a matter of inches from Lauren's face. She licked and sucked silently for three or four minutes until she pulled him up off the seat and took his place. The jeans remained around her knees as he kneeled down between her legs. Gripping her feet, he raised them above his head and slid her knickers up to join her jeans, exposing her pussy and anus to the room. Lauren stifled a gasp as she saw the fine hair around her pussy, tailored and cut so perfectly to show off the shape of her vagina. He pushed down, opening her legs so that Lauren could see the glistening lips of her pussy and the tiny pinkness of her anus. A sense of dizziness washed through Lauren, causing her to wonder what she would have to do to be a part of their act. Julie gripped the back of her legs, leaving Juan both hands free to part her buttocks before tracing the line between her labia with his tongue. There was no doubt in Lauren's mind that the girl was close to orgasm, and she watched, detecting the well-known sign as his tongue flicked around the hood of her clitoris. While he licked, he ran his finger along her labia, absorbing some of the saliva and her arousal. His finger stopped at her anus, straightened and then slowly entered her as she shook, spreading her legs as far as she could. Obviously frustrated, her hips bucked up and down as he ploughed deeper, his tongue increasing it's circular motion around her clitoris. The palm of his hand approached her buttocks until it was flat against her, the middle finger deep inside. He stood, still embedded in her, and position his cock at the entrance to her wet vagina. Julie took him in her hands, guiding him in as he pushed firmly. Open-mouthed, Lauren watched as the boy sank into her, almost feeling his length as her own pussy lubricated automatically in sympathy. His pace increased as they settled into the chair and their rhythm. Lauren watched as his red-veined cock pushed into her. The lips of her vagina gripped him totally, allowing him to slide in easily, bending very slightly as his full length disappeared and his balls struck her buttocks. As he pulled back, she just caught sight of the thick roll of his foreskin and the purple knob of his cock before he plunged again. With a similar rhythm, he pushed into her anus, back and forth, twisting and turning his finger while moans grew in volume from the teenagers and also behind Lauren. Frantically, the boy seemed to sense the moment of no return, and thrust into the girl with renewed strength, squashing her deep into the chair as he towered over her. Lauren watched his finger flashing in and out of her anus until suddenly he shrieked with joy and entered a spasm of long, hard strokes while Julie tried to grip him with her legs around his neck. He paused, buried full length into the girl, his balls tight up inside him and his legs trembling from the exertion. Slipping out of her after several moments, he knelt beside the chair, helping her legs down onto the ground. A ripple of applause echoed round the room, causing Lauren to smile in appreciation. "Don't forget!" said the General, apparently to the girl. "Save it!" She nodded, snuggling into the chair. 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