Message-ID: <2189eli$9707201343@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/2189.txt> From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com> Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (28/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <199707201531.JAA21014@shaman.lycaeum.org> Lauren Gisal ****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection **** The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive by some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such material then read no further and delete this file. You will note that by way of the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to condone or encourage similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the story serves as a warning. The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is credited to the author, Francis Dashwood. Chapter 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. 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