Message-ID: <2188eli$9707201342@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/2188.txt> From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com> Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (31/39 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.JAA21032@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. Sunday 30th August, 8pm "Mike," said his father, "we're going to have to get them out of wherever they are. My fear is that if we call the police, they'll burst in and we'll have bigger problems. We're going to need Jim to help us. Although I despise what he's done, I know we're going to need him" "What about Stefan, could he help us?" he asked. "Is he in?" "I'm not sure, I'll take a look." While Mike visited the neighbours house, Maurice went upstairs to console Daniele, who lay on her stomach on their big bed, weeping. "We'll find her, don't worry" he said, resting his hand on her back. "It's all so dreadful. I know she's in trouble, I can feel it. Maurice, we've got to get to her. What is they are filming it? Eh? I've read about these things. There are some very sick people out there." "We'll find her. When Andre gets here, we'll set off. I think we'll need the help of Jim" "But you were so rude to him. I don't know if he'll want to face you, anyway!" she sobbed. "I was hardly going to congratulate him, was I?" he snarled, his face colouring once again. "Maurice, I've never told you this, but I lost my virginity at about the same age as Lori" "What, at thirteen?" "About that, yes." "But that doesn't make it right, does it?" "No, but sometimes, it just happens that way. I'm disappointed, but not really angry. But I am very worried about wherever they've gone. It's very late now, especially for a Sunday" The kitchen door slammed shut as Mike returned. "Dad, there's nobody there!" he shouted up the stairs. "OK, can you give Jim a call, tell him I'm sorry but we'd like his help. We an collect him from the station if he wants!" "What if he won't help?" "Please, you'll have to convince him. Tell him what we know. Tell him that Lori is in danger and that we're going to go and look for her!" Mike made the call and talked quietly to Jim. He told him most of the things that they had learned that evening, with the exception of some of the hearsay that had been gathered from Marlene. He put the phone down and clumped upstairs. "OK, he'll be at the station in about thirty minutes. I said we'd collect him. What about Nikki's dad?" "I'll call him. We'll need his car as well, I think" The group had assembled by just after ten o'clock. Daniele, Maurice and Andre discussed the route they should take, deciding that they would investigate the Lausanne site first. "We'll call here once we get to the outskirts of Lausanne" said Maurice, "just in case they come home. Then we'll call you once we've investigated the first place. If we don't find anything, we'll back track and make our way to Lauterbrunnen, again calling just before we go up the mountain." "I left a note for Jean telling her briefly what's happened, but I expect she'll call here as soon as she reads the note." said Andre, his arm around Daniele. "You'll have to bring her up to date. I'm sure she'll want to be here. She can take a cab or walk" The phone rang just as Andre picked up his coat. Mike answered it and replaced the receiver. "That's Jim, he's at the station." There was a slight buzz in his voice as his excitement at the expedition fired his imagination. His father was busy bundling blankets and clean clothes into the two cars. "Come on then! Maps?" asked Maurice. "Got them" replied Mike. Maurice kissed Daniele good-bye as Mike got into the car, waving. His father joined him and both cars set off into the night. Daniele watched as they disappeared down the hill and shut the door. She breathed deeply, trying to stifle the fear inside her but to no avail. She burst into tears, crying loudly as she shook, her imagination conjuring up horrors in her mind to fuel her dread of the truth and what the next few hours would bring. She sobbed on the sofa for several minutes before turning on the television, expecting at any minute to see the program interrupted by a newsflash. She made a cup of coffee and tried to eat some fruit, but the thought of food made her feel sick. Slumped on the sofa, she sipped her coffee, returning to the kitchen to put two more spoonfuls of sugar into the steaming cup. As she walked back to the lounge, the phone rang, making her jump and spill her coffee down her leg. She set the cup down and grabbed the phone. "Hello? Oh, Jean, you've got to come over here. We think something terrible has happened." She covered her mouth as Jean questioned her. "No, they've left to look for two possible place. Maurice got the addresses from the office database." She listened to Jean for several minutes, hearing what had been found on the tape and reading Andre's letter. "Well, he's about right, although I think Lauren has been involved in some dirty photos, maybe with Jim. I really am surprised at him, I thought he was such a nice boy. Anyway, we've given him the benefit of the doubt and he's gone off with Andre, Maurice and Mike." She listened again, shaking her head as she kept one eye on the television. "Look, come round now. Come prepared to spend the night. OK, see you in about twenty minutes." The cab pulled up outside the house just before eleven o'clock, and Daniele held the front door open as she walked up the darkened path to the house. They exchanged news, Daniele adding about the research Maurice had done before they left. Jean related the contents of the film, and how it developed from a standard sex film into something very sinister. "Daniele, after the film seems to end, there's another bit added on called `Lolita' or something like that. It's about teenagers and they're all having sex - including girls with girls." "I thought there was something to do with blood?" asked Daniele. "There is. At the very end, for about five minutes..." She broke off, clearly embarrassed by the thought of relating the scene and action. "Go on, I think I know what you're going to say" "This girl is tied to a sort of bed and her clothes are cut away from her body. They take her hair off, you know, down here, and then some men have sex with her." She paused for breath, looking at the carpet as the danger that Nikki and Lauren might be in seemed to slowly sink in. "Oh God, Daniele, they have sex in her bottom too. And, after they done some other things to her, they stab her. There's blood everywhere and they carry on as if nothing had happened!" "Oh God, Maurice didn't tell me that. Oh God no!" Daniele cried uncontrollably again as Jean pulled her against her shoulder. "Hey, they'll find them. Don't get so upset, we'll probably find that they've been to some all-night party!" But Daniele wasn't listening. She dreaded the phone ringing, was panicked by the television, and tortured by her own imagination as she tried valiantly to remain in control. End of Chapter 31 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /