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 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 


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