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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 30 

The priestess offered the heavy golden dagger to Lauren. She took the
jeweled handle, aware of the weight of the knife as she turned it over in
her hand. 

"Cut her knickers off, Lauren." said the Priest. " If you don't, I'll
blindfold someone else and they will do it!" 

Nikki whimpered. Lauren rose to her knees, her legs barely supporting her
as she sobbed, shaking her head as if to clear her head of the bad dream.
The congregation watched as she crawled slowly towards Nikki. She looked at
her young friend cowering on the bale of straw, her right leg bent
uncomfortably due to the handcuffs. Her hair was plastered over her face,
stuck in places from cold sweat. Lauren knelt between her legs as the
chatter in the room ceased. She inserted the tip of the knife underneath
the elastic of the gusset and turned the knife gently, amazed at how easily
it cut through the material. It left a jagged line in the cloth between
which Nikki's dark pubic hair was plainly visible. Lauren looked up at the
Priest with a request for mercy across her face that was roundly ignored.
Instead, he leaned down and picked up the whip, readying himself for
another strike. Lauren cut again, taking care not to knick her soft flesh.
Only hours before, Lauren realised she had inserted her wet tongue into the
same place. Now it was a razor sharp knife. She sobbed as she sliced the
other side of the material, and the whole area was exposed to everyone's
gaze. 

"Give me the knife!" commanded the Priest. He walked around to Nikki's
face, and squatted in front of her. "Now, you'd better perform." He ran the
tip of the knife gently across her cheek, down over her breasts and along
her legs. Nikki shook, her tears flowing freely as he ran the knife over
her anus and between her tightly closed pussy lips. 

The Priest stood, and nodded at the best man who positioned himself between
Nikki's legs. He was joined by the other young girl, who held a small tube
which she squeezed against her hand. She administered the jelly-like
substance to Nikki's vagina and anus, concentrating on her little round
bottom hole, pushing the lubricant inside with her fingers. Nikki squirmed
at her touch, realising what was about to happen, petrified that while she
had experienced a finger inside her rectum, she had never felt anything the
size of a boy's cock. Once the girl had finished her duty, she slid around
to Nikki's head and held her face in her hands, pushing her damp hair out
of her eyes and caressing her cheek. 

"There, don't worry. After the first few you won't feel anything!" 

Nikki screamed until her voice gave way to a croak. The girl undid her own
robe, letting the assembled crowd see her young breasts and the pert
nipples, offering one of them to Nikki's quivering mouth. The boy
approached Nikki and gripped her raised leg for support with his left hand
as he guided his cock to her jelly-covered anus. He rested the tip of his
cock against her briefly, nudging against the resistance. The girl held
Nikki close to her chest as the whimpering grew stronger, more critical,
more desperate. 

"I'll join! Now! Just please, don't do it! Please!" cried Lauren 

"Too late. This is her punishment for your disobedience. It hasn't finished
yet, stupid girl." Turning the best man, the Priest nodded. "Do it now,
quickly!" he ordered. The young boy made one trial attempt to enter her,
noted that he had entered almost an inch, and withdrew. As Nikki's muffled
screams grew louder, he plunged in, burying his cock inside the thirteen
year-old girl so that his balls banged against the cheeks of her bottom.
Nikki's head jerked backwards in the girl's hands, her open mouth making no
sound, her eyes screwed tightly shut. 

The boy picked up speed, but seemed to care little for the pleasure that he
found from penetrating her anus. Lauren watched in horror as Nikki's
screams returned, muffled by the young girls' breasts, and then died away
to be replaced by the occasional grunts. The smell of faeces pervaded the
room as he pumped back and forth, causing Lauren to retch painfully. She
looked around the room, noting that a number of the men watching the
punishment had erections, some of which were being sustained by women. The
priestess moved around behind the boy and knelt on the floor, watching his
cock plunge into Nikki's anus. She inserted her index finger into her mouth
and licked it carefully, withdrew it and searched out the boy's own anus.
With a practiced hand, she pushed firmly inside him, matching his rhythm
and gripping his left leg with her hand. The new found stimulation caused
him to increase his rate of thrusting until he quivered and came. Lauren
saw the tell-tale sign of cum spewing out with every stroke of his dark red
cock. She forced herself to look at Nikki, and saw a mixture of pain and
embarrassment as her tears ran down the young girl's breast and her sobbing
continued unabated. 

As the young boy withdrew, the priestess rose and looked over to Lauren. 

"Now, lie down on the altar and prepare to enter the church" 

"And if you don't do as we say, your friend here will suffer once again.
But the next time, she may well loose consciousness!" shouted the Priest. 

Lauren looked at him with utter dismay, the tears in her eyes distorting
his appearance as she shuffled towards the altar. She felt her sphincter
loosen as the fear inside her mounted. The straw crackled under her feet as
she slowly wandered towards the bales. Turing round to face the
congregation, she shakily sat down on the upper bale and looked up at the
priestess with pleading eyes. 

"Please..." she whimpered, her eyes darting around the room as she fidgeted
with her hands in her lap. 

"Lauren, I want you to lay back and enjoy the rest of the evening" she
said, helping her to lie down on the bale of straw. Rough hands took her
feet and held her tightly as she struggled half-heartedly. Lauren was now
fully convinced that the people in the barn meant business, and would not
worry about inflicting any degree of pain on either Nikki or herself. She
felt ropes or something similar being tied to her ankles, and her legs rose
in the air as two men either side of her pulled down on ropes that were
thrown over the beams. 

"No, no please, please don't tie me up. I'll do whatever you want" she
screamed. 

"This is what we want, Lauren." replied the priestess. 

Although her legs were by no means vertical, her feet were separated by
about a meter, and while the robe covered her breasts and stomach, it fell
away over her thighs. Lauren was therefore pretty sure that everyone had a
good view of her tight white knickers. 

"Now, Lauren, I'm going to show a film, and while everyone is watching,
you'll be shaved in preparation for your big moment." Lauren looked around,
noticing once again the TV sets that were stationed around the room. The
congregation returned to their places on the benches in front of her. She
noticed Nikki pulling herself slowly up to her side. She smiled weakly at
her, feeling better now that Nikki could see that she was suffering as
well. Nikki looked ill, with red eyes that bore witness to her ordeal, and
skin that had all the marks of an uncontrolled beating. Bruises mingled
with the red lacerations across her back. Lauren was unable to tell for
certain whether there was any sign of blood, but some of the wounds
certainly looked like they would open up into serious injuries during any
further assault. 

Snow burst across the TV screen and meaningless noise hissed from the
speakers. The conversation in the barn subsided as people turned to the
screens for the next round of entertainment. Lauren saw a scene resembling
a shop, taken by what must have been a concealed camera. Lauren thought it
was vaguely familiar, although there was no label or advertisement for any
product line to be seen. The picture remained the same for almost a minute,
the curiosity of the crowd rising and then beginning to fall as people
started talking once again. Footsteps could then be heard, and a white door
opened at the far end of the shop. 

Lauren's mouth dried instantly as her heart rate leapt. It was though she
had been struck in the face with the worlds largest hammer. Her mind
screamed at her as she saw a young girl skipping through the door, wearing
a pale blue summer dress. The young girl kicked off her sandals and then
unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor, exposing her young
breasts. Lauren tried in vain to understand where she could have been
photographed. The misery and anger welled up inside her as she felt
ultimately betrayed. And then it came to her, as she watched herself
selecting a white blouse and a skirt. It had been one of the visits to
Marlene's house. Simone had done her makeup. 

It was then that she wailed for the first time, as the realisation hit her
that in all probability, her knicker shots, and maybe even worse, those
with her and Jim, would be on the tape. Her thoughts turned to their second
visit, and their love making with Simone. She screamed. 

"Please, this is wrong. Please turn it off" she sobbed. 

"No, my sweet, this is you, for everyone to see. You'll have no secrets
from the church!" said the Priestess. 

Lauren stared at the mask, peering into the dark holes that were her eyes.
Again, she tried to piece together the fleeting thoughts and samples of
recollection that her mind offered up. And somehow, this time, a full
picture emerged. 

"Oh no! No! Simone! Oh God, how could you?" 

"Shh, my little pretty!" whispered Simone. She motioned to Rebecca to join
her. The red- headed girl dragged herself across to Lauren's feet,
twitching occasionally as though another force was pulling in the opposite
direction. Lauren noticed that something was running down her face and neck
and that her hair was a mess of tangles, stuck together in places to her
face. Her movements were slow, lethargic in comparison to the bubbly girl
who had been with them that morning in the Jacuzzi. The contrast again
reminded Lauren of the danger they were all in, and turning back to the
screen, she saw herself sitting sweetly on the big white chair, showing a
hint of her knickers to the camera underneath the white fairy-tale dress. 

Her senses returned to the present as the two girls knelt between Lauren's
legs as one of the men in the congregation placed a hand just above her
forehead. There was no pressure at all, but it restricted her movements
such that she could barely see above her knees without straining. She
collapsed back to rest her head on the straw bale, aware of the girls
moving between her legs, their hair brushing her inner thighs as their
tongues traced their route towards her damp knickers. She knew somehow that
Rebecca was on her right, and sensed that Simone was offering her
encouragement, almost goading her into following her lead. 

She felt them tugging at her knickers and decided that resistance was
useless as she raised her bottom off the straw bale, feeling soft hands
over her vagina and the cheeks of her bottom as her knickers came into
view. She saw Simone wielding the ceremonial knife, cutting deftly away at
the material and letting the remains drop to the floor. Lauren's full
concentration was on the knife. She had been relieved to see it taken away
after she had used it on Nikki's underwear, but she had lost track of it
this time, fueling her imagination and terror over it being used for a more
deadly purpose than cutting her clothes. 

"Oh, yes!" said Simone in a seductive voice. "Just look at you two! I've
watched this bit so many times. In fact, a lot people have seen you in
action many times. You're so young. So fresh!" 

Lauren turned back to the screen to see Jim resting between her legs as
they kissed gently. Lauren watched incredulously, unable to understand how
she could have been so stupid to believe that there was nobody there. And
as her anguish mounted, it dawned on her that there was a possibility that
Jim had been part of the plan to film the scenes. Her mind raced, exploring
events, traveling along dark roads that she wished had never existed as she
weighed facts, ideas and thoughts to arrive at no conclusion except that
there was indeed a chance that he had tricked her. Her tears welled up and
flowed freely again from her eyes as she realised that she was on her own.
Even though Rebecca had asked her to come along, there was an awful sense
that all of the evening was pre-ordained, guaranteed to happen and planned
such that fate would have no hand in the outcome. 

A tongue lapped against the lips of her vagina, causing her to shudder. She
was unsure whether she was aroused or not, but she had a distinct
impression that with the scene of Jim pulling the side of her knickers away
to reveal her wetness, she could feel the tongue pushing into her with
ease. She heard someone arrive, and looked up to see a can of shaving foam
and a pack of razors. 

"Lauren, I'm going to get rid of this hair for you. Just stay still and
everything will be fine." said Simone, shaking the can. She felt the cold
soap being spread over her vagina and knew for certain that she was very
aroused. She turned to see Jim's cock spring out as she pulled down his
underpants. Suddenly, the film went into slow motion, and she saw him
slowly approaching her. She realised that there must have been several
cameras trained on them as the film alternated between a number of
close-ups from different angles. 

The first sweep of the razor went over the top of her vagina. She felt it
tugging at some of the hairs on it's way as Simone's hand brushed against
her swollen clitoris. She looked over to see Jim's huge cock poised at her
entrance, and recalled his patience as he had slowly entered her. 

"Oh, Lauren, you're so hot! I'm not surprised seeing this film! He's such a
big boy!" said Simone, shaving once again above her clitoris. She felt a
hand go down between her legs, pulling one lip of her vagina to make the
job of shaving easier. The razor followed swiftly, returning to gently
remove some stray hairs and then repeat the activity on the other side. She
heard footsteps approaching and turned away from the TV to see two men
approaching with two women. She saw the bulges in their robes and a
sickening feeling engulfed her. She squirmed on the altar. 

"Hey! No moving, or your friend will be punished!" 

The two men took up positions at her head, such that she had to arch her
back to see what they were going to do. She saw the woman on her right undo
the mans gown, pulling out his semi-erect cock and pointing it at her. She
felt revolted by the sight of the wrinkled tool surrounded by sparse clumps
of pubic hair. The woman took his cock and started to run her hand expertly
up and down it's length, bringing it back to life. Lauren sobbed, sniffing
loudly as she covered her eyes with her hands. Almost instantly, a searing
pain shot through her as Simone smacked her buttocks. 

"Hands away, or else!" 

She obeyed, looking the other way to see a younger cock pointing at her
face, again held by a woman's hand. 

"You, get up, bitch!" shouted the priest, pointing at Nikki. She got to her
knees, trembling in expectation of another beating. 

"Undo her robe! Quickly!" 

Nikki turned awkwardly in her shackles to face Lauren. She looked ghastly,
with heavy red marks across her exposed skin, her eyes the same colour from
crying. Slowly, she undid the little bows that held the robe together,
exposing the remainder of her stomach and then her small breasts. The
garment eventually fell either side of Lauren's tiny frame. Nikki kept her
gaze fixed on the robe, never looking up for one minute at the shaking girl
on the altar. The older women continued to stroke the cocks in their
charge, the younger man's weapon looking stronger and stiffer, with a trace
of fluid on the end. The woman then placed her free hand between the mans
legs, and held his balls gently. He leant forward slightly, moving now with
her rhythm as he reached out and felt Lauren's breast. 

"Get off me you bastard!" she shouted. 

As the final syllable left her mouth, the older man came, shooting cum into
her mouth, over her hair and face, and then, with the direction of the
woman, over her little breasts. The younger man followed, producing a
stream of cum that hit her nose and chin. Lauren sobbed loudly as she shook
her head violently from side to side as if to shake off the thick liquid on
her face. 

"Please, no more. Please, I just want to go home!" she wailed, her chest
rising and falling rapidly as her crying intensified. 

"Now remember, Lauren, we've got the whole ceremony to come yet. You'll
enjoy that, won't you?" said Simone patronisingly. 

"I just ... just want to go home." she sobbed. 

"No, not after all these preparations. Now, I've finished shaving you."
said Simone, standing up and facing the majority of the congregation. "If
anyone wants to inspect her, please wait until Rebecca has finished
cleaning her up. Then feel free to take a closer look. She really does have
a lovely young body." 

"No, no please!" She turned on the altar, struggling against the ropes that
held her feet up in the air. She couldn't now see the men who had come over
her, nor the women who had been with them. Nikki had returned to the floor,
and Lauren could just see her, curled up on the cold floor, occasionally
jerking from the pain and her crying. 

"Rebecca, come and lick the soap off her, quickly now. Make sure you do a
good job, or all three of you will suffer!" said Simone, glaring at Rebecca
as she approached. Lauren hardly recognised her. She walked with the
greatest of effort, again as though an invisible person was tugging her in
an opposite direction. Saliva dribbled from her lips as she mouthed silent
words. Her hands shook, possibly because the temperature had dropped within
the barn, but it was more than a shiver. The vacant expression on her face
was evidence of her poor physical and mental state. Lauren thought that if
she had been found in the street in this condition, she would have been
taken to hospital for lengthy observation, even if she had violently
objected. She approached the altar and stared in Lauren's general
direction, fixing her gaze on the floor to the side of her head. With her
head leaning to one side, she knelt between Lauren's legs and ran her
tongue up her inner thigh. 

Lauren tensed, feeling the girl's tongue approaching her sex. Straining to
sit up, she glimpsed her face, covered in sweat with traces of soap over
her nose and eyes. Her lips also had streaks of soap over them, but Rebecca
made no effort to clean herself. 

"Quicker!" shouted Simone, pushing her head hard between Lauren's legs so
that her nose buried into her. Lauren winced, turning her head away, only
to see herself again on the screen, pushing her hands underneath her lace
knickers as Jim probed deeper into her. Just as Rebecca lapped along the
length of her vagina, she saw herself pushing her knickers down towards her
knees, her pussy wet and aroused from Jim's attention. 

She sobbed as her emotions swung violently from revulsion to love for Jim,
back to the present horror and Rebecca's labored attempts at cleaning the
soap from her body. She could hear her coughing, almost choking, no doubt
from the soap that she had swallowed. She heard the crowd around her
chattering and applauding the film as her hairless vagina was displayed
both on the film and again in real life. And then she saw herself slipping
to the floor and pulling off his underpants, freeing up his giant cock that
stood proudly against his shirt. 

A squeal went up form the crowd as the size of his cock became apparent. 

"Christ, that's a beauty!" shouted one of the women. 

Simone marched across to Rebecca. "Come on, slut, you've finished now, get
in the corner with this little one!" she ordered, unlocking Nikki's leg
from the handcuff and kicking her hard on her bruised buttocks. Nikki took
Rebecca's hand and both girls crawled over to the wall where the food was
laid out, curling up in the darkest spot. 

Lauren looked across the room towards them, noting that it was dark
outside. The temperature was probably falling quickly now as the heat left
the valley and night set in. She thought she could make out Nikki with her
arms around Rebecca, comforting her. She turned away, suddenly aware of her
own situation again, her legs tiring now from being held up in the air. She
had given up caring about the sight she offered to the congregation, her
naked vagina exposed, red and tender. 

The film was now up to the point where Jim was trying, gently, to enter
her. She could see the tip of his cock coaxing apart her young pussy lips
as he delved deeper and deeper into her, slowly gaining inch by inch as the
pain and anxiety showed on her face. She was amazed to see herself,
gripping his head tightly, almost pulling his hair out, as his stroking
penetrated her further each time. 

Simone skipped over to her, kneeling behind her head, watching the film
with her. 

"Tell me, how did it feel?" 

"Let me go! I just want to go home, we haven't done anything wrong have
we?" cried Lauren, twisting as well as she could to try and see Simone. 

"Hush, just watch!" whispered Simone and she caressed her forehead gently.
"You look so lovely there. I've brought myself off many times watching this
film. Just wait till you see you and me together". Simone's hands paused as
she watched the picture, then returned to caress her cheek, wandering down
over her chest to her nipples. To Lauren's horror, they perked up
immediately, as butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She sensed the
warming sensation between her legs again as Simone expertly drew lazy
circles over her chest and tummy. A finger slowly traced a path down over
her navel and along her leg, dipping around the knee to return inside her
thigh. Lauren shifted as the finger drew closer to her pubic mound. She
tensed, ready to shriek in protest. The finger avoided her vagina.
Nevertheless, she let out a childlike squeal as the finger neglected her on
it's way back to her breasts. 

"Suzy, come and help" said Simone, waving her hand to get the girls
attention. 

"What are you going to do to me?" asked Lauren, her voice quivering. 

"Lie back. There there." said Simone, soothing her. "Suzy has been a model
convert to the church, and it's therefore only right that she is rewarded."
Lauren saw the young girl approach again who had pushed her breast in
Nikki's face earlier. 

"Lauren, you're very beautiful. I want to thank you for coming today." said
Suzy as Simone disappeared towards the food. She leant down in front of
her, and Lauren felt an enormous sense of relief as her legs were lowered
back to the ground. "There, I hope that feels better." 

"Oh, thank you. Please...please don't hurt me" sniffed Lauren, raising
herself onto her elbows. 

"Stay lying down for now" said the girl, resting her hand on her shoulder.
"I won't hurt you, I promise" She sat down on the lower bale of straw and
turned to the film. After a while, she looked down at Lauren. 

"Is he your boyfriend?" 

"Mmm, I suppose so" 

"He seems very caring" 

"Yeah, I think he is" 

Suzy leant down towards Lauren. "Just listen to what I have to say. I'm
going to kiss you, but listen, OK?" she whispered. 

"OK" 

Suzy leant over Lauren and kissed her mouth, running her tongue over her
lips as her hand stroked her cheek. "All they want here is for you to
cooperate. Just do what they say and everything will be OK." Suzy's
attention focused on her little breasts and the taut nipples that crowned
the hillocks. 

"The Priest wants to show the congregation that he can have sex with all
the newcomers. If you do as he and the priestess say, then they'll let you
all go. If you don't, then I can't predict what will happen." She paused, a
pained expression on her face. "There were rumours that one girl died when
she resisted!" 

Lauren felt dizzy, the shock washing over her as the depth of their
predicament sunk in. Suzy looked around furtively, pretending to watch the
film. Lauren followed her gaze and saw herself lying on the studio floor,
her back arched as she came. Her eyes were transfixed on the sight as Jim
withdrew his thick cock from her pussy and shot wave after wave of come
over her body. Lauren unconsciously reached for Suzy and held her head.
Suzy smiled at her. 

"Wow, that's some boyfriend!" 

"He's lovely. Thank you. I'm,....I'm so frightened." said Lauren, her hands
shaking slightly as she felt the tears welling up again in her eyes. She
sobbed involuntarily, running through scenarios that could lead to her
ultimate punishment. 

"Just do as we say, and you'll be fine. Open your legs as much as
possible." Her face disappeared out of sight as her kissing concentrated
briefly on her nipples, and then moved to explore her vagina. Lauren felt
the difference in this girls attention, the care and consideration that was
in stark contrast to the rude abuse she had received so far. She held the
girl's head as she guided her between her legs, feeling her hot breath on
her clitoris as the girl licked along the length of her lips towards her
anus. She continued for several minutes, relaxing Lauren with her careful
tonguing and the gentle circling around her anus with her fingers. 

The film faded out and the congregation began talking once again, watching
Suzy as she pushed her tongue inside Lauren's vagina. 

"OK, Suzy, it's time for the rest of the church to inspect our most recent
convert. You can play with her again later." said Simone, resting her hand
on Suzy's shoulder. Simone turned and nodded towards the people seated on
the benches around the altar. The best man approached. Suzy stood up,
smiling, her lips covered in saliva and the sweet smell of Lauren. The best
man stood between Lauren's legs and ran his hand over her inner thighs. 

"What do you think?" asked Simone. 

"Very smooth! And so frightened!" he said as he pushed a finger inside her.
Lauren gasped as she felt the stiff finger penetrate her. It moved inside
her and withdrew without pausing or consideration. She closed her eyes,
closing out the vision of her molester, almost numb now to the attention
she received. After a while, she felt a different hand over her pubic
mound, grabbing her, pawing her as though she was a pet for sale. Her
vaginal lips were parted by two expert fingers as a thumb pushed against
her clitoris, making her squirm again on the altar as a man laughed quietly
from above. He slapped her thighs. 

"Good legs as well. Quite strong. I do like her tits, though" said a gruff
voice as the inspection continued. "And you say she loves girls and boys,
even at her age?" 

"Yep. Just wait till you see the film! At only 13 she's made love to
married women, teenage girls, her brother, you name it, she's done it. She
just doesn't care!" 

"That's not fair! That's a lie. It's not like that!" shrieked Lauren,
devastated at the extent of Simone's knowledge. 

"Did any of them force you to do it?" asked Simone. "You even like to do it
on film!" 

But Lauren could only cry, her chest heaving as the tears flowed freely
down her cheeks. She covered her face with her hands, closing her legs in
an effort to expel the latest voyeur from her presence. 

"I..just..want...to go home." she stammered between wails. 

End of Chapter 30 

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