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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 26a 

Lauren waded through her schoolbooks that were lying on her bedroom floor,
kicking the algebra textbook through the open window. She gave herself top
marks for accuracy and floated into bed, kissing her teddy bears goodnight
as the light turned itself off and the passengers pulled away from the
train. Jim waved to her from the platform and she smiled. 

The passengers returned a few moments later, knocking on her bedroom door.
She pulled the covers to her chin and grimaced as the banging intensified.
She shouted at the door, telling them in no uncertain terms that they were
unwelcome, but they insisted that they needed to enter, they needed her
furniture. Lauren stormed over to the door and shouted, hopefully loud
enough so that the group would realise that they would wake her parents.
Swinging back round, she was confronted by a tall, ugly man who had
probably come in through the window that she had left open. She cursed
herself for being so foolish and lax, and demanded that he left
immediately. 

The man calmly told her that departure was not an option, and began to
rifle through her drawers. Lauren strode over to him to push him out of the
window. As she approached, her bedroom door opened and the crowd entered,
causally and without any rush, and fanned out in her room, inspecting every
one of her possessions. They began tucking her property under their arms
and leaving the room. Just as soon as she tried to detain one of the
thieves, another would slip through the door and into the night. 

The ugly man leafed through her photos, smiling and admiring some of the
shots, while another woman helped herself to her underwear. Lauren gave in
and returned to bed to watch the denouement of her bedroom. The ugly man
then turned to Lauren and looked down from her head to the bottom of her
bed as Lauren shook her head sternly. The man walked over to her bed.
Lauren was confident of her security inside her little bed and watched with
interest as he reached out towards her, his expressionless eyes moving from
her face to her neck in anticipation.. He grabbed the sheet and pulled,
rolling it into a ball as he made for the blankets. 

"This is mine!" she shouted. "It's mine. My bed!" Lauren was mystified by
the power of the man. A stranger who could invade her own bed, who had no
remorse or conscience. He silently took her blankets, wrapping them up and
making them disappear. Lauren cowered in the pale light as he towered over
her. 

"Leave me alone. My parents will be in soon!" The man halted, thought
momentarily and then turned to her desk. He found her diary and started
reading it. She couldn't get off the bed and struggled to free herself as
she heard him reading her life history from the age of ten. She was angry
and powerless against his words. Alarm bells rang in her head, suggesting
she telephone someone. The bells continued but the man seemed oblivious,
transparent, silent. 

The bell shrilled thoughtlessly in their ears. It was exactly two thirty.
Lauren's dream faded as she realised that Rebecca had snuggled up and was
cuddling her. She couldn't see over Rebecca, but sensed that Nikki was
facing the other way. She nuzzled against the older girl's head as Rebecca
rested her head on her shoulder, dozing contentedly. The snooze alarm
repeated after nine minutes, still annoyingly intrusive. 

"Let's roll out of bed and into the Jacuzzi. Then we can wash your hair and
get you ready." said Lauren, reaching to the floor for her dressing gown.
She pulled it on and picked up another for Nikki as she made her way round
to the other side. "Hey, time to wake up!" she said, kissing her cheek. 

"Hmm, in a minute. Go away!" 

Lauren giggled and poked her tongue into Nikki's ear. 

"Oh, don't!" she said, making no effort to stop her. Lauren wandered off to
the kitchen and filled the kettle to make coffee. Several minutes later she
saw the others pass by on their way to the bathroom, and heard both the
sound of the toilet flushing and the Jacuzzi bursting into life. 

They drank coffee in the Jacuzzi as they worked off the effects of their
afternoon sleep. Rebecca sank briefly under the water to wet her hair and
re-surfaced, leaning back against the edge of the Jacuzzi and placing her
arms out on the ledge to support herself. Lauren stood in front of her on
one of the steps inside the tub so that she could look down as she helped
wash her hair. Nikki sat behind her, outside the Jacuzzi, watching the
enticing shape of both Rebecca's breasts as they bobbed in the water and
the wonderful outline of Lauren's sex as the water lapped around her tanned
thighs. Lauren administered the shampoo and both girls massaged Rebecca's
head, rubbing the soap in while keeping most of it out of her eyes. 

"That should do. Jump in the shower and rinse off. We're going to stay here
and soak!" said Lauren, helping Nikki back into the hot tub. They watched
as Rebecca rinsed the soap of from her hair, taking forever in Lauren's
mind to make sure it was as clean as possible. She returned and hopped back
into the water, but not before giving Lauren a tempting view again between
her legs and the hairless lips of her pussy. They fooled around for several
more minutes until Rebecca announced that they should be getting out as she
led the way, without drying off, back into the bedroom. The three naked
girls dripped over the carpet and untidy bed, leaving damp patches wherever
they went. Nikki rubbed her hands on the sheets and began the lengthy task
of drying Rebecca's hair. She leant back on one of the pillows, and pulled
Rebecca back, between her legs, so that she could run her fingers through
her hair while using the hairdryer. 

Lauren made herself busy over in the cupboard by the staircase, selecting
three gowns that seemed to be the correct size, and trying each on until
she was happy with one for herself and Nikki. She could hear the giggles
above the whine of the hairdryer, and was both pleased and annoyed that
Nikki and Rebecca seemed to get along so well. She felt that she had a very
special relationship with Nikki that she wasn't going to give up very
easily, and was slightly miserable about being the only one to have missed
out on the attention during the day. Perhaps, she thought, that her mood
was the result of her being as randy as hell. She felt that should would
have gladly paid money to have the two girls writhing with her, and was
determined, somehow, to make sure that that was what happened before too
long. 

She found three pairs of sandals in the bottom of the cupboard and arranged
them by the stairs. She wondered what she should wear underneath as she
closed the door. There was a terrible temptation to wear some of the
lingerie that they had found in the bedroom, but on balance Lauren thought
that while this may be a time for celebration, that was not really an
excuse for erotic knickers and stockings. Later, maybe. She crept back into
the bedroom and watched Rebecca as she enjoyed the attention, Nikki fussing
about her as though she was one of her childhood dolls. Rebecca had her
elbows on Nikki's knees, her round breasts wobbling as Nikki ran the drier
over her neck. Rebecca saw her and motioned her over to the bed, patting
the area in front of her legs. Lauren clambered onto the bed and settled
down next to her, content to watch until Rebecca put her hand around her
neck and pulled her. Their lips met as Rebecca touched her breast with her
fingers, so lightly that Lauren barely noticed. 

"I promise, I'll make it up to you." said Rebecca. The sound of the
hairdryer stopped as Nikki squeezed out from behind Rebecca and put her arm
around Lauren. She pulled her backwards playfully, so that Lauren lay flat
on the bed. 

"Hey!" said Nikki, kissing her lips upside down, "I promise as well. After
Rebecca's ceremony, we'll cover you in strawberries and cream and have you
for tea!" 

"You dirty little girl. Where do you think of these things?" mocked Lauren
in a voice like her mother's. 

"Oh, remind me to tell you both of a time when that sort of happened to
me!" giggled Rebecca as she got off the bed. "I've got an idea, when we've
finished here, we can get a lift back to my house. My folks are going out
tonight. We'll see if there's a film on" 

"Hey, that's a good idea!" said Lauren, pulling herself up. "Come and try
your clothes on, I've put them on the sofa in the reception area." They
approved of the robes (although they had little choice), and made sure that
their sandals fitted reasonably well. Lauren looked at Rebecca, noticing
that her robe, like the others, had six or seven small ribbons down the
front which could be tied in a bow to fasten the front of the robe
together. The clothing was by no means becoming, and hung shapelessly over
her breasts and down past her knees. The only flattering part of it was
that her nipples could be clearly distinguished through the silky material.


"It's only ten past three, I'm going to stay in my dressing gown" said
Nikki, dumping the robe back on the sofa. 

"Yeah, let's eat, I'm starving" said Lauren, heading naked for the bedroom
in search of her own dressing gown. 

They gathered again in the kitchen and made coffee. Rebecca raided the
cupboards for biscuits, and was surprised to find some cream cakes that
they had missed in their early morning forage through the room. They ate
and drank until about twenty to four, when the mood changed from one of
frivolity and laughter to seriousness and concentration. Rebecca took the
red leather book again and read through the order of service, acquainting
them all with what was expected of them and where they had to stand and
what they had to do. 

"It then says that when the boy and girl are to be joined, the bridesmaid
or bridesmaids should loosen the brides clothing to allow entry, and ensure
that the boy enters symbolically when ready. The Best Man may assist this
process if necessary. The priest and priestess will add additional
assistance if required." Rebecca looked and grinned at the girls. "Guess
you have to make sure I'm nice and wet!" 

"God, what if he comes before he gets near you?" asked Nikki. 

"No idea. Maybe the Best Man should lick it all up and then we could start
again!" Lauren and Nikki smiled while Rebecca turned the page. "Then it
says that the bridesmaids should ensure that the bride gives the groom
sufficient space in which to begin penetration by parting her legs. After
penetration and prayers, the bride and groom should stand and face the
congregation. After congratulations, they may dress." 

"Wow, this is a real turn on if you ask me!" said Lauren, imagining the
sight of Rebecca being taken by the stranger with everyone else watching. 

"Here, then it says that I am then considered a full member of the Church
and may participate in all other activities and ceremonies" said Rebecca,
flipping the book closed. 

"Hey, did you know you had to do all this?" asked Nikki 

"Yeah, not all the detail, but I knew about the sex bit. That's OK, I know
most of the people, they're fine" said Rebecca as she rose to fill her
coffee cup. 

They chatted for a few more minutes and then made their way to the
reception area to dress in their robes. Nikki was amused by her sandals
which were guaranteed to fall off during the ceremony due to their size.
This provided some amusement as their mood (especially Rebecca's) became
more contemplative and appropriate to the occasion. She read through the
order of service again and dropped the book on the sofa. Lauren felt a buzz
of excitement run through her and looked around once again at the fabulous
underground apartment they had enjoyed since the early morning. She felt
naked even though she had the robe on and thought it was probably due to
the baggy nature of the gown and the way it looked like a tent. It was then
that she realised that she had seen some silk belts inside the cupboard and
bounded over to retrieve them. Both Nikki and Rebecca were glad to see
them, and hurried to thread them through the silk loops at each side before
tying them in a bow at the front. 

"Now, that look better, doesn't it?" said Nikki. 

"Yeah, now what about the flowers?" asked Lauren 

"Oh Jeeze, you're right, they're still in the fridge!" cried Rebecca. 

"I'll get them, just relax" said Nikki as she swept out of the room,
returning moments later with three perfect rings of light blue and white
orchids for their hair. Nikki removed the first one from the cellophane box
and gently placed it on Rebecca's head, adjusting it until it stayed there
by itself, and then pinning it with a couple of hair grips for luck. She
did the same for Lauren, while Rebecca did hers. They stepped back and
decided that they looked beautiful. 

"Like three virgins, wouldn't you say?" quipped Nikki. 

"Yep, and just in time, I think I can hear someone coming" said Lauren,
looking at the ceiling. Sure enough, the door above opened and Ariane came
down the stairs, beaming at the young girls. 

"Great, so glad that you're ready! Did you enjoy yourself down here?
Absolutely wonderful place isn't it?" she said, leading them upstairs. "Er,
did you remember everything that you had to do?" she said, turning to
Rebecca at the top of the stairs. 

"Yes, think so. Nice and clean and tidy and all that, you know." 

"Good, we'll walk slowly over to the hall. Your young man will be here in
about five minutes!" They made their way through the house and out into the
back. Several cars were now parked there and the sun was low in the sky.
Lauren grinned at Rebecca as she walked just behind her with Nikki next to
her. She squinted at the brightness of the day, pleased to feel the meager
warmth of the sun's rays hitting her face as they followed the flagstone
path to the hall. A sudden gust of wind whistled between the buildings,
picking up the dry summer dust in it's path. Lauren felt the little vortex
swirl around her, leaving traces on her face and bare feet. Through
half-closed eyes she could still make out the building across the
courtyard, even though most of the detail was hidden in the dust cloud. 

As it cleared, the building resembled an old barn with two massive black
doors at the front, and vertical side walls that joined a high pitched roof
of thin black tiles. In traditional Swiss style, the windows were ornately
painted in red and white, the flowers surrounding the walls adding a touch
of colour and beauty to the otherwise functional building. 

Ariane turned to Rebecca. "Did anyone tell you? Father Paul has had to go
Zurich. Father Michael will be taking the service. He's from Houston,
Texas. Seems a very nice man. Sister Winifred is still here though. I'm
sure it will be a wonderful service, anyway. Father Michael is quite famous
you know!" she said. Rebecca looked annoyed, even a little concerned, but
her expression soon returned to one of excitement as she looked around, no
doubt trying to get a glimpse of the boy she was to ceremonially marry into
the church. Lauren considered it strange that she would not see him
beforehand, and found it difficult to comprehend the way Rebecca must have
weighed her love of the church against the invasion of privacy. If they
really do believe that everything is pre-ordained, and the best solution
always is therefore to just relax, then whatever anyone said or did, there
was no method of altering the consequences. 

She was wondering whether Nikki or even Rebecca had these sort of thoughts
when the two huge black doors slid open to reveal the interior. Lauren
noticed the massive beams up in the roof and the modern lights that hung
from the rafters. The rectangular room had obviously been a stables at one
point, and retained it's cobbled floor. Directly in the centre of the large
room was what Lauren though must be a sort of altar. It was constructed
from several rectangular bales of hay piled up in a sort of platform or
dais. In the raised middle, white sheets had been draped, probably to
protect flesh from the sharp straw. 

The congregation - Lauren thought there were about ten or twelve only - sat
on two pews at right angles to each other, at the near-side of the white
altar. Five huge candle- holders stood on the ground around the altar,
taller than Lauren, containing thick white candles ready to be lit. Lauren
was surprised to see TV screens dotted around the room until she saw a
camera that was obviously there to record Rebecca's wedding. The girls,
still lead by Ariane, walked between the pews and took up their position at
the other side of the altar, finally turning back towards the congregation,
and beyond them, the open doors through which her intended would pass in
the next few minutes. She looked at the people sitting in the pews, and
thought they looked pretty normal people, even though they as well were
dressed in similar robes. There was a cross-section of ages, one young girl
and a boy who may have been brother and sister sat together in the front
row. Otherwise they were all older than her, probably around thirty, Lauren
thought. As she took in the spectators, one lady even nodded to her,
smiling happily as if to say she looked lovely. Lauren shuffled her feet as
she looked around the room, wringing her hands and trying to avoid eye
contact with anyone. 

The barn was certainly old, she thought, realising that some of the
wood-work on the walls must have been the remains of the old stalls when
horses were stabled in there. Heavy iron rings were visible around the room
for tethering horses, and the smell of the animals was still evident
amongst the heady smell of oriental incense. Ariane took her place on the
left hand pew at the back, just as a man entered, accompanying two young
boys. The first boy was slightly taller than Lauren, and reminded her of
her brother, with short brown curly hair and brown eyes. Lauren thought
that his physique was not as well defined as her brother, but he was no
wimp either. He was, however, clearly embarrassed by the huge bulge that
pushed out his gown below his belt, and no matter what he did with his
hands, he could not hide it. 

Lauren and Nikki smiled at each other, trying to determine if the Best Man
also had a problem. As the groom approached, he looked quickly at Rebecca,
smiled nervously, and took his place by her side. The Best Man stood
between the bridesmaids, and the five children waited. Lauren noticed that
Rebecca was now slightly on edge, fidgeting with her belt and trying to
sneak looks at the boy next to her. She even glanced down at his hands to
see if his cock had made any progress one way or the other. The
congregation had seen it all before, thought Lauren, as they sat in front
of her, exchanging the occasional whisper. The man who had led the two boys
into the church sat down in the pews, and the chatter ceased as the sound
of pan pipes filled the room. Two of the men from the congregation stood
and closed the doors, just as a small door creaked opened behind the girls.


A tall, middle aged man emerged, accompanied by a lady with long dark hair,
wearing a face mask as though she was dressed to go to a masked ball. As
they approached, Lauren noted that the man was not God's gift to male
modeling, with a gnarled face and poorly cut hair which looked like it
could do with a wash. He was dressed in a gown similar to her own, tied at
the front and pulled together with a belt around his waist. His sandals
flapped as he walked slowly towards them. As he walked he looked down at a
large old book and read quietly to himself. The lady walked in step behind
him with infinitely more grace and poise. Her long straight hair fell down
her back, and the belt of her robe served to accentuate the curves of her
body. Without the advantage of seeing her face, Lauren thought she must
have been about thirty years old. She carried nothing except a bouquet of
flowers, similar to those in the girl's hair. 

The ugly priest stopped between the girls and the congregation, turning his
back on Lauren as he spoke. Lauren looked down at the lady's feet and tried
to determine what sort of figure she had from the profile she could see. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to this wondrous day. We are
here to celebrate the joining together of Rebecca and Karl as they enter
into the body of the church, freely and willingly, so that they too might
continue it's teaching and work throughout the world. Today, we will, by
the union of their bodies, confirm our belief that all things are
pre-ordained and that fate is our master. We will also confirm our belief
that we are helpless in the hands of fate, and therefore abdicate our
concern and responsibility over to fate itself." 

End of Chapter 26a 

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