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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. 
 
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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. Maria seemed to have  
finished attending to the General, who was naked except for his  
army shirt (and medals).  



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