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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 39 

As her senses slowly returned, Lauren opened her eyes and saw the seat
belts above her. She felt limbs over her stomach and smelt human faeces,
urine, sweat and vomit. Instantly, she bolted upright and screamed loudly,
tearing at the arms and legs on top of her as she pulled wildly at the door
handle. 

Firm hands gripped her, pulling her back towards the seat, pushing her head
down, back into the reeking flesh. 

"Hey, it's OK. Keep your head down until we've got through the village!"
said a voice. 

"No, no more, please! Please let me go home!" she cried, sobbing, her chest
heaving as she gulped in the sordid air. Her limbs ached and refused to
respond to her commands. 

"It's us, it's OK. Your Dad's here. Nikki's in the front with her Dad.
Rebecca's beside you!" Lauren's head was swimming. She heard all the things
that she had wanted to hear since everything seemed to go wrong. Familiar
voices, the movement of the car, the touch of Jim as he stroked her hair
all consoled her. But she couldn't bring herself to believe that they were
out of danger. 

"Hey, Lori, we're all with you. Not far to go now" said Mike, patting her
leg. 

"I'm going to be sick, I think." 

"We can't stop, not until we're well away from this village. You'll be
fine, don't worry anymore" said her father, looking to his side as he saw
Nikki, naked, curled up in the well of the front seat, her open wounds
bleeding as her father tried to shield her from the movement of the car.
She screamed occasionally as she rested her head between her father's legs,
her eyes a dreadful red, her blonde hair now a matted mess over her face. 

Lauren realised that the car smelt dreadful and that even with the windows
open, she felt ill. She began to retch again, shivering in the cold night
air as she hung out of the window. She collapsed back onto the seat,
hugging herself with her arms around her stomach as she tried to control
the spasms. She looked into the mirror to see her father looking at her,
tears rolling down his cheeks. She held a hand over her mouth, breathing
deeply to try and halt the movement in her stomach. 

Slowly, the crying, retching and screaming subsided, at least enough for
Lauren to fall asleep, entangled between Rebecca's legs, both girl's
receiving the attention of Jim's soothing touch. Rebecca was silent all the
way, even when they eventually stopped for petrol she remained curled up on
the back seat, her face buried in the corner, her back exposed to the
moonlight, dried blood giving away the awful secrets of her wedding day. 

"I'm going to telephone ahead. They need to be prepared for this. I suggest
everyone sleeps at our house for tonight. Sound reasonable?" said Maurice,
looking at Andre. 

"Fine, we can get some more beds round from our house, but I think you're
right." 

"OK, I'll pay for this petrol and call Daniele and Jean." 

The car was silent as all three girls slept. Maurice returned, nodded
glumly at Andre, and rejoined the road back to Andleburg. Forty minutes
later, they pulled up in front of Lauren's house. Daniele ran from the
front door. 

"The first thing they need is a bath, then a good night's sleep. Is Doctor
Bonner on his way?" asked Maurice. 

"Yes. How are they? Where's Lori?" 

"She's asleep. She's very jumpy and had a few nightmares on the way home" 

Daniele was joined by Jean, the two women gently lifting their daughters
from the car and carrying them into the house. They both cried almost
immediately as they saw the two girls. 

"Jean, you use the bathroom at the top of the stairs, I'll use the one in
our bedroom" 

"Oh thanks! 

"Good God, who could have done such a thing? Maurice, did you catch any of
them. They should die for this!" she sobbed, anger rising in her voice as
she entered the hallway. Maurice and Andre gathered rags and bleach from
the kitchen and headed back to the cars. Mike and Jim helped. Nobody spoke.


Indoors, the two girls were bathed and dressed in clean oversized T-shirts.
Lauren managed to pull her knickers on without help, but Nikki found
bending impossible and had to be helped by her mother. To everyone's
surprise, they both sounded quite chirpy after a hot drink and some
biscuits. They stayed up long enough for Andre and Maurice to set up a
second bed in Lauren's room for Nikki, and for Dr Bonner to arrive. He
spoke to Maurice and Daniele first downstairs, and then clumped up the
stairs with his old black medical bag in his hand, knocked quietly and
entered the room. 

Lauren smiled at him, but found it difficult to look him in the eyes. She
watched him set his bag down on top of the schoolbooks on her desk. He sat
on the end of the bed. 

"What has happened to you tonight will be punished in due course, I am
sure. But we must make sure that if there is any possibility of you having
been injured internally, that we get that sorted out right away." He nodded
as he spoke as though agreeing with himself. "In a couple of days time, you
should both come and see me at the surgery. Before that, though, you should
rest as much as possible. I need to examine you both. Who wants to go
first? It'll only take one minute" he said smiling as he turned to his bag.


"I'll go first" said Lauren, putting her drink beside her bed. 

"Good, stand on the floor here and we'll do a quick check" he said, pulling
her towards him. He lifted her T-Shirt and pressed his fingers carefully
into her abdomen, listening and watching her face as he explored her
stomach. 

"Turn round" 

Lauren turned to face Nikki, smiling slightly as he checked her ribs and
listened to her breathing through his stethoscope. 

"Fine. Now lie down on the bed and we'll just take your knickers down a
little way." 

"No, no please don't!" said Lauren, moving away from him. Signs of terror
returned to her face as she watched every move of his hands. 

"Lauren, I've seen injuries like yours before. I must make sure that you
make a full recovery." He waited for a few seconds and then helped her to
lie down on the bed. He checked her legs and then slipped her knickers down
to her knees as she looked away. "Oh dear, they were very brutal with you.
Now, I'm going to check your vagina and make sure that it's not inflamed.
This might be a little uncomfortable but don't worry." he said, parting her
legs slightly to allow the light to fall over her swollen pussy lips. 

He touched around her vagina, moving the lips apart gently. Nikki sat up
slightly, no doubt wanting to know what he was going to do to her. Lauren
squirmed as he looked at her, wishing he would finish as she had no idea
how she looked between her legs. 

"Who did this to you? Men or women?" he asked looking in turn at Lauren and
Nikki as he took a swab from just inside her. He allowed Lauren to bring
her legs together as he slipped the swab into a plastic bag. 

"Mainly men, but there were two or three women there helping" replied
Nikki, pulling the blankets around her tighter. 

"Do you remember their names?" he asked, pulling Lauren's knickers back
into place. 

"No, I think one was Karl. Then there was Father Michael and Sister
Winifred." said Nikki. 

"Sister Winifred is really someone called Simone. I've been to where she
works." said Lauren, returning to her bed. 

"Nikki, let's try and do the same with you. I know it hurts, so just lie
flat on the bed. Who else was there?" he asked as Nikki turned awkwardly
and slowly laid down on the sheets. He pulled the blankets away from her
prodding Nikki's stomach. "Any pain there?" he asked. 

"No, not really." 

"How did people escape then?" 

"We're not sure. Maybe they ran into the mountains, or left by car" said
Lauren as she watched Nikki lying on the bed. 

Dr Bonner pulled her knickers down to her knees and felt her vagina, moving
her knickers slowly to her feet as he parted her legs. 

"Does that hurt?" he asked quietly, touching her lips. 

"No, not really" said Nikki, her face contorted with pain. 

 "What about here?" He pushed against her anus. 

"Ow! Yes. Please don't!" she cried, covering her face with her hands as she
sobbed. 

"OK, OK, I'm going to put some cream on you just to soothe the pain a
little." He took a sample from around her vagina and stored it away in the
bag with the sample from Lauren for analysis later. Retrieving a tube of
antiseptic cream from his case, he squeezed a little onto his fingers,
gently massaging her inflamed anus for several minutes before wiping the
excess away with a tissue. He pulled her knickers back over her hips.
"There. Now, you were telling me about Suzy and Karl, I think" 

"Er, yes." said Lauren slowly. "They escaped with the others. Simone might
be hurt because she was hit by Jim and my Dad." 

"OK, now I'm going to give you a slight sedative to help you sleep, and
I'll be back tomorrow to check on you." He offered them both some
medication from his bag and made sure they took it while he watched. 

"Good night." 

"Night. Thanks" said Lauren, lying down and pulling the covers up to her
chin. 

Satisfied that there had been no internal injuries, he left and rejoined
the two women to give them advice on how to dress their daughter's wounds,
telling them that any detailed investigation could wait until the girls had
slept and felt more secure. He added that he would have to contact the
police and would be making out his report the next day. Maurice and Jean
went quickly back upstairs to rejoin their daughters, while Maurice stared
at the carpet in the lounge, digesting the doctor's words. Dr Bonner left,
shutting the door behind him. His face was pale and Maurice knew that what
he had seen had left him visibly shaken. He got up to watch through the
lounge window as he returned to his car, shaking his head. 

Maurice headed upstairs, his feet heavy as he recalled bundling Lauren and
Rebecca into the back of the car. He knew he would never forget the sight
of their tiny bodies, their wounds spilling blood, their screams filling
the night as he pushed them roughly into the small back seat, desperate to
flee. He recalled how his daughter had felt, her bones sticking out beneath
her breasts, and how his hands were covered in excrement as he gripped the
steering wheel and drove away. He would never forget either the smell on
the way home as the foul air wafted around the car, the stench increasing
as the girls finally lost all control of themselves. He reached the top of
the stairs and knocked on Lauren's door. 

"OK if I come in?" 

"Yep, of course!" said Daniele 

"Where's Rebecca, Mummy?" asked Lauren, sitting up in bed. She wore a big
dressing gown and clutched a mug of hot milk. The legacy of her fearful
evening still showed in her red eyes, her scratched and torn nails, her
bandaged wrists. The smell of disinfectant pervaded. 

"She had to go to the hospital" replied Jean, knowing that Daniele's
opinion of the neighbours had changed overnight. 

"Why, was she injured badly? She didn't say much on the way home I don't
think" 

"Honey, there's nobody to look after her. Her mum and dad have gone
somewhere" 

"Where?" asked Nikki. 

"Nobody knows." said her mother. "The police are looking for them now. Why
don't you two curl up and get some rest? We'll both be downstairs, and
Daddy and I are staying over here tonight, so don't worry!" 

"Mummy, where's Jim?" asked Lauren. 

"He's gone to the hospital to have his hand looked at, and then he's going
to stay at Nikki's house for the night." 

"He saved my life in the barn, you know" said Lauren meekly. 

"He's a wonderful young man." said her mother as she kissed her daughter on
the cheek. She left with Daniele, leaving the door slightly ajar so that a
little light shone into the room from downstairs. 

"And so did you." said Lauren, leaning over to the adjoining bed to kiss
Nikki. 

"Oh, I don't know what would have happened." said Nikki, grimacing as she
moved. 

"If you hadn't shouted when you did, I know that bitch would have killed
me. I just know it." 

"So where's Rebecca's parents?" asked Nikki, looking out of the window.
"There aren't any lights on next door" 

"It's weird. Perhaps they've gone to the hospital?" 

"But they don't know that Rebecca's there!" Nikki reminded her. 

"God, did you see how that man whipped her. It must have been for ten
minutes" 

They lay in the moonlit room in silence, each with their own thoughts.
Lauren's throat was sore from crying. She felt that further tears were not
far away and turned to Nikki. 

"I'm glad you're staying here tonight" she said. 

"I'm glad too." said Nikki, reaching out for her. 

Downstairs, Daniele had flopped down on the sofa next to Maurice, holding
his hand in her own. 

"I think they'll take many months, if not years, to recover from this" he
said as he pulled her closer to him. Her tears began once again as she
shook her head. 

"How can people be so sick?" she asked, sniffing as she looked at the
ceiling, a tiny handkerchief in her hand. 

"At least they're alive" said Andre. 

"Of course they're alive! Why do you say that?" asked Jean, accusingly. 

"Jean, we haven't told you everything that we think happened there." said
Andre, breathing in deeply. "When we arrived, we think that they were about
to kill Lori - they were about to stab her. They were all tied up, naked.
Each of the girls." 

"Oh God, no!" cried Daniele, holding her head in her hands. 

"I think they've seen and had things done to them that we can only imagine.
They haven't just been raped by a few men. They've been tortured, we think,
for almost twelve hours." 

There was silence, broken eventually by Daniele's quiet voice. 

"They had shaved off Lori's hair, you know, between her legs, and she was
covered in blood from somewhere. I had to change the bathwater twice before
she was really clean." 

Jean joined in. "Nikki said that a man had forced his thing into her
bottom. She's in great pain and can hardly sit down. She hasn't stopped
shaking since she got back here. And the whip marks, or whatever they used.
I've never seen anything like it, not even in newspapers!" 

"Believe me, Rebecca's were worse, much worse. We'll have to tell all this
to the police. They'll want to interview the girls and we must make sure
that a woman officer does that." said Maurice. 

"That's a good idea. What time do we have to see them tomorrow?" asked
Daniele. 

"Nine o'clock." said Andre, looking at his watch "They'll come here. I'd
like to know where Claude and Celestine are tonight. There's something
strange going on!" 

They talked for half an hour before Daniele offered to go and make coffee
for everyone. They had decided that one of them should stay awake at all
times during the night starting at about two o'clock. Dr Bonner had hoped
that with their medication, they might sleep through until about midday. 

Daniele looked in the fridge and decided that although she should have been
hungry, there was nothing that she really felt like eating. She grabbed
four cups and then filled the kettle with water. As she turned off the tap,
a scream filled the house, jarring her nerves and making her drop the
kettle in the sink. She ran from the kitchen to see Jean already half way
up the stairs. As they snapped the light on outside Lauren's room, she saw
her daughter curled up in a ball on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably as
Nikki looked down at her, eyes filled with tears as she sat on the bed,
shaking. 

"Lori, come on, love. It's OK, it's all over. You're safe with us, back in
your own little bed." Daniele helped her back onto the bed, and then under
the covers. Lauren retched and held her stomach in an effort to suppress
the inclination to be sick. She lost the battle, and threw the covers off
her as she raced for the bathroom, vomit dripping from between her fingers.
The two women looked at each other, suppressing their own urges to burst
into tears. 

The remainder of the night comprised of short periods of sleep and sudden
screams from the girls' bedroom as they relived again and again the events
of the night. 

Their parents slept in two hour shifts, although everyone woke instantly at
the sound of the screaming. By four in the morning, nerves were beginning
to get strained. As the scale of the terror and pain that the girls must
have been subjected to sank in, tempers flared and anger rose inside to the
point where Maurice and Andre even considered going back to the barn and
hunting down the perpetrators. Maurice eventually decided however that some
cool air was warranted, and so he took a walk outside in the road to
continue his thoughts on his own. 

He was proud of his efforts to rescue the girls and was quite convinced
that a few minutes later would have produced a tragic ending. He thought of
Mike, and how he had avoided much of the discussion about his sister's
sexual activity. He was pleased that he was so protective about her
although in retrospect it could have seriously affected their ability to
locate the girls. Maurice had no ideas though when it came to Rebecca's
parents, and how they could have disappeared after they had been told that
their daughter was in danger. 

He wandered along the pavement, up towards the mountains, and sat on a
small wooden seat at the edge of the forest. The moon illuminated much of
the valley below, the stars twinkling over the grey snow-capped peaks of
the Alps. He sat for almost an hour before making his way back down the
hill. It was still dark as he approached the house, too dark to drive
without lights on. He therefore failed to see the figure in the trees on
the opposite side of the road, and had no idea that she had seen him leave
the house earlier. He had no idea that a few hours earlier, he had caught a
glimpse of the woman naked, her beautiful breasts pointing upward, her wet,
cum-soaked vagina pouting between her long tanned legs in anticipation of
the liberation of his daughter's soul. He had no idea that his daughter had
on two occasions made love to her, had been photographed naked with her,
had happily licked her inner thighs while a man's cock pounded into her
tight vagina, and had been seduced by her teenage girlfriend. 

That night marked the beginning of the vigil. 

End of Chapter 39 

End of Lauren Gisal 

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