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Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (27/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 18:03:42 GMT
--------
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 27
Mike burst through the door just after four thirty that afternoon, sensing
that something was wrong before he was halfway across the kitchen. He poked
his head into the lounge, noting that his parents were somber as their
conversation ceased.
"Mike, do you know where your sister is?" asked Maurice
"Er, no. Isn't she with Nikki?"
"Not at the moment. They've been gone since early morning" said his mother,
Daniele.
"What's today?" he asked.
"Sunday, August 30th" replied his father.
"I think today's the day that Rebecca next door was going to have her
church ceremony. Lauren and Nikki were going to be there as well."
"What church ceremony?" asked Maurice, a slight look of relief flitting
across his face.
"I can't remember what the church was called. Seemed a bit whacky to me, a
mixture of all sorts of religions"
"Mike, I want to ask you something. We think Lauren is in some sort of
trouble, and may be hanging around with some nasty people. Do you know if
she and Jim have been, you know." asked his mother, looking down at her
clenched hands.
"What?"
"You know, do you think that they have slept together?" His mother spat out
the words like rancid milk.
"I don't know, how should I?" replied Mike, looking out the window.
"Tell us the truth, Mike. This is very important." she said, her voice
quivering with emotion.
"Honest, I don't know. I know she really likes him. He seems OK to me.
What's happened?"
"Nothing, we hope." offered his father. "We had a phone call from someone
who suggested that she might have done some bad things. I don't want to say
anymore, just that we want to talk to her this minute."
"Perhaps they've gone to Jim's place. Have you called next door?" asked
Mike. Daniele looked at Maurice, silently commanding him.
His father nodded his head. "Yes, I'll go and see if anyone's home." The
back door slammed and Mike sat down in the vacant chair.
"Mike, you really need to tell us if you know anything. There would be more
trouble if any of this was true and we found out from somewhere else. Now,
do you know if she has slept with him?" asked his mother, sitting on the
edge of the sofa.
"Mum, I don't know. Really. She's old enough, isn't she?"
"No, she's only thirteen!" cried his mother, staring in disbelief at her
son's question. "She's only a child!"
"Why don't we call Jim and ask him?"
"Oh, I couldn't". She stared straight at him, her eyes squinting. The look
was enough to confirm that his mother did not believe him.
"I'll do it. I'll explain that we're worried and see how he sounds. I don't
need to say anymore" said Mike, moving towards the phone.
"Wait! Wait until your father returns" said his mother, slumping back in
the chair, defeated by the thoughts and scenarios rushing through her mind.
She dabbed her eyes with a small white handkerchief, returning it
underneath the sleeve of her cardigan. They sat in silence, Mike staring at
the blank television screen while his mother stared at the floor.
Their heads jerked up when the backdoor creaked open. Maurice entered the
room and looked at Mike then Daniele.
"I spoke to Claude. Mrs Renzer is out with her ladies, as usual. He says he
thinks Rebecca went to this church thing, and thinks that the girls were
with her. He also thinks that the church is `in the mountains somewhere'
but isn't too sure where. Honestly, the man's a fool. I really have little
respect for him. He thinks the church has something to do with Residues,
but couldn't be sure. Anyway, he'll leave a note for Mrs Renzer to pop
round when she's back from her tea with the ladies."
"But he doesn't seem concerned?"
"No, but that's probably because he knows nothing!" he growled.
"Mike suggested he should call Jim, in case the girls are there." offered
Daniele.
"I suppose so. Just don't, you know, don't be too blunt. After all, he may
be totally innocent."
Mike braced himself to get out of the chair when the phone rang. His father
picked it up. He listened for several moments before shooing Mike out of
the way and slumping into the seat. He covered the mouthpiece of the phone
and turned to Daniele. "It's Andre, he's found some sort of video in
Nikki's room"
Mike looked immediately at his mother, her face drained of colour. He
gripped the side of his father's chair for support.
"So where did that video come from?" He stared once again at the carpet,
frowning. "But how did she get it from the hotel?" Maurice shook his head
sadly. "Look, I'm going to call Kristal, she seems to be something to do
with all this! I'll speak to you later" Maurice replaced the receiver
silently.
"What?" asked Daniele.
"Andre found a video in Nikki's room - one of several that she has found at
his hotel - and played it." Maurice drew in a deep breath and exhaled
loudly. "It's quite disgusting. It has teenagers doing allsorts of things
and there's scenes of people being whipped. He's very concerned about
Nikki, since she's never been out so long without telling them or leaving a
note. He's checked with all her friends and nobody has seen them."
Daniele shook her head silently as the tears rolled down her cheeks. She
left the room and busied herself in the kitchen. Her husband gripped the
side of his chair, his anger and concern evident as he pounded his fist on
the seat.
End of Chapter 27
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (28/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 17:53:03 GMT
--------
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 28.
"What happened?" asked Lauren, walking back towards Nikki, who crouched by
the side of the altar.
"I can't move! Someone handcuffed my foot. Look!"
Lauren felt her flesh creep as blood surged into her head. Her mouth felt
dry as she looked at Nikki, her face a combination of fear and panic as
she struggled to free herself, the robe spilling open in an undignified
manner to show her little white knickers. The congregation seemed
unconcerned about her plight and continued their conversations. Lauren
knelt down beside Nikki, pulling at the metal handcuff that secured her
foot to the heavy iron rings embedded in the cobbled floor.
"Lauren, please join our church" said the priestess behind her.
Lauren turned to face her. "Undo her!" commanded Lauren.
"Lauren, we want you with us."
"No! Never. We want to go home" she replied, trying to slip the handcuff
over Nikki's foot to no avail. Lauren stood up and confronted the
priestess. "Look, I just want to go. I don't want to join the church!" She
looked around for Rebecca as Nikki continued to struggle, clearly losing
patience as she sat on the floor with her robe gathered around her waist
so she could see her feet.
"Please. Is this some sort of joke?" screamed Nikki. Rebecca overheard the
commotion and drifted slowly over to the girls.
"What's up, Lori?"
"Someone put handcuffs on Nikki's foot and she can't get them off!" said
Lauren, her voice tinged with fear as she looked at Rebecca and the
priestess for reaction.
"Come on, let her go. We need to get home" said Rebecca, bending down to
help Nikki free her right foot.
"It's clear that you, Rebecca, were not really ready to enter the church.
It is our wish that Lauren joins our movement, and you will do everything
to assist. Is that clear?" said the priestess firmly.
"Not tying people up, though!" she replied, consoling Nikki who was shaking
slightly from the whole episode.
"Rebecca!" shouted the priest, towering above her. "Stand up. Now!" Rebecca
rose slowly, still six inches shorter than the priest. "Rebecca, you will
obey Sister Winifred"
"No, this is crazy!" said Rebecca angrily.
"Look at me, Rebecca! Look at me! Remember the ice cold water of mountain
streams. The ice cold water, Rebecca, the ice cold water of mountain
streams." Rebecca's head moved back slightly, as though a wonderful
thought had just struck her, and her eyes drifted away from the priest's
face, searching out the void in the middle distance. She swayed slightly
as though a breeze had caught her.
"Rebecca, we want Lauren to join us, don't we?" asked the priest.
"Lauren, join us. Let the church enter you." said Rebecca in a monotonous
drawl.
"No!" screamed Lauren, looking frantically up from Nikki towards the silent
congregation for support. "Help her, someone!" Nobody moved. Lauren's
lower lip quivered as feelings of helplessness and panic set in.
"Lauren, only you can help her, help both of your friends. Lie down on the
altar" said the priestess, taking her arm gently.
"Never, get the hell off me you bitch!" shouted Lauren, tears welling up
around her eyes.
Lauren watched the priest move away and nod to a man in the congregation.
Lauren had just turned back to shout at the priestess again when she saw a
hand raised out of the corner of her eye. Instinctively, she ducked to
avoid the blow which never came. The swish through the air was followed by
a loud thwack and a scream that registered surprise, indignity and pain.
Lauren wheeled round to see Nikki straining at the iron ring while raising
her left hand to fend off a second blow. Lauren couldn't see where the
first had hit her, but from the look on her face, Nikki was clearly in
pain and very scared.
"You shits!" shouted Nikki, on the verge of tears, looking around rapidly
in each direction to try and detect where the person who whipped her might
be hiding.
"Lori, lie down on the altar. Now, for her sake and your own." said Sister
Winifred, calmly.
"No, this is stupid. Let us both go. Where's Ariane?" asked Lauren. Some of
the crowd had taken their places back on the benches, while others
gathered around Lauren and Nikki.
"Don't worry about her. Lie down and enter the church" said Sister
Winifred.
"No, I want to go!"
A second whoosh through the air was followed by another agonising scream as
Nikki curled up into a fetal position, her arms covering her head, her
gown obscenely gathered around her waist. The woman with the whip emerged
from the knot of onlookers and stood over her prey.
Lauren could feel the tears running down her face and stared in
astonishment that they should both be crying. She looked at Nikki, curled
up defenceless on the floor, noting for the first time a slight tear in
her robe just above the waist on her back. She saw Rebecca kneeling in
front of a man in the congregation, untying his robe. His thick cock was
protruding through the robe, bobbing in front of her, as he ran his hands
through her red hair. A third whoosh, and another scream from the floor in
front of her. Nikki sobbed loudly, her breaths short and noisy as she used
her left hand to rub her back.
"Lauren, lie down now. We don't want to hurt either of you. But if you
don't obey us, it will become very painful. We have all night, you know!"
said the priestess, again in a calm voice, her long dark hair swirling as
she turned towards the bales of hay that formed the crude altar. Lauren
glimpsed her long shapely legs again through the slit in her robe.
"No, please, just let us go. Please!" sobbed Lauren, shaking uncontrollably
as she looked at the altar and then back at Nikki, curled up like a
frightened animal. The young boy that had been Karl's best man was behind
the woman with the whip. She saw the boy's robe bulging in front, his
erection helped by the hand of the young girl who had offered Rebecca the
flowers.
"This is your last chance, Lauren" said the Priest.
Nikki shrieked. "No, please, no more!"
"Lauren, either lie down and join the church or your friend will suffer the
consequences!" he said.
"No. Let us go, now! We just want to go home!" she cried, kneeling beside
Nikki and holding her close. Their sobbing echoed around the room, without
any noticeable effect on the crowd.
"Very well, Lauren, get up please!" said the Priest.
"No, leave us alone!" said Lauren. She hugged Nikki closer to her, covering
her body with her own to protect her from any further attacks.
"Very touching. Move away from her, or I'll make sure she's whipped for an
hour!"
Slowly, Lauren shuffled away. The priest took hold of the whip and stood
over Nikki. "Now, you had a chance to spare your friend and you didn't
take it. I want you to realise what the consequences are of disobeying our
instructions!" He glared at her, raised his hand and brought the whip down
across Nikki's thighs. Nikki had started to scream even before the whip
hit her. As it bit through the robe into her skin, she moved spastically
over the floor, tugging once again at the iron ring in the floor while
nursing the stinging skin with her other hand. Lauren made a move towards
her.
"Don't you even think about it!" he shouted, glaring at Lauren as he
stepped back to line up for another stroke. Lauren froze. "If you so much
as touch her, I'll whip her twice as hard!" he warned, raising his hand.
The stroke hit Nikki again on the thigh, then again on her buttocks. Any
area of her body that was exposed was a target. Lauren could only lie on
the floor, her fingers in her ears and her eyes tightly shut, blocking out
the awful reality of the punishment. She sobbed uncontrollably on the cold
stone floor as the regular swish and scream still managed to penetrate her
senses, her mind half registering the actuality of the man's grotesque
actions while expecting any time to wake up from her worst nightmare.
Nikki's reactions to the pain grew less and less dramatic while her crying
increased to a wail, punctuated each time with a grunt as the whip found
it's mark.
"And now the second part of her punishment." said the Priest, throwing the
whip to one side. The best man emerged from the group of on-lookers, his
cock poking out between the join in his robe. The Priest took Nikki's arms
and roughly pulled her so that she lay on her back. He then pulled her
left leg up, and with the assistance of another older man in the group,
tethered her free ankle to a rope from the beam overhead. They lowered her
bottom down to the level of the altar, so that with one foot fixed to the
ground, and the other about three feet in the air, her white knickers were
exposed to everyone. The priestess returned with what looked like a
ceremonial knife in her hand, it's golden scabbard gleaming in the lights.
"No, you can't hurt her. Please, I'll do anything!" screamed Lauren, her
eyes bulging at the sight of the ornate dagger.
"Too late. You should have thought about that. Sit back down!" she shouted.
He grinned wickedly as he ran his finger lightly along the blade.
End of Chapter 28
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (29/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 17:53:22 GMT
--------
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 29
Sunday 30th August, 7pm
Mike sat with his parents in the lounge as darkness descended. He face had
grown pale since there had been mention of the video at Nikki's house. He
and his parents looked thankful for the gathering gloom, concealing their
worries, giving each of them a place to hide. His mother broke the silence.
"Just because Andre found a video doesn't mean that Lauren has been
involved in one. All we think is that she may have had some pictures
taken."
"What's this about pictures?" asked Mike, looking at his father.
"Someone called to say that they had seen pictures of Lauren, posing with
no clothes on, some on her own and others with a boy and older girl."
"And you think Jim might be the boy?"
"Who else?" he said quickly.
"I don't know. How do you know it's even Lauren?"
"We don't. Perhaps it's all a big misunderstanding. Call Jim, see what you
can find out, there's a good boy."
Mike took the phone and dragged the cord with him so that he could sit on
the stairs with some privacy. He dialed the number and was taken by
surprise when the phone was answered after only half a ring.
"Hey, this is Mike, Lauren's brother. Is Jim there? Oh, hi Jim. Look we're
having a bit of a panic over here. Lauren has been out since last night,
and we wondered if she was with you?" He too stared at the floor, shaking
his head sadly as he listened to the bad news. "So when did you last see
her? A week ago? And when did you last talk to her? OK, that must have been
from Nikki's house because she left here yesterday morning." Mike paused,
listening to Jim, but staring into space as he rehearsed the question again
and again. "Look, Jim, you don't have to answer this, but I really need to
know. Have you ever slept with her?" he paused, analysing the reply. "And
do you think anyone could have photographed you while you, er...." But Mike
never heard the answer. His father stormed out of the lounge and ripped the
phone from his hand.
"You little shit!" he bellowed, his face almost purple with rage. "I'll
have you in court within twenty-four hours!" Mike moved quickly out of
range of his father. "Do you know how old she is? Eh? She's thirteen,
that's how old! You dirty little bastard." Maurice swung from side to side,
almost pulling the phone cord from the wall. Mike shuffled back into the
lounge to discover his mother sobbing into her handkerchief. He sat next to
her on the sofa and put his arm around her shoulders. She shrugged him off
with a simple shake of her head as she brought her hand to her mouth as
though she was about to vomit. The litany of abuse continued in the
hallway, his father venting his anger and rage at Lauren's helpless
boyfriend. He had never heard his father use such language, assuming up
until that point that he didn't even know of the existence of most swear
words. There was a crash as the receiver was replaced.
"He's sorry! Sorry! Jeeze, I'm going to kill that boy, just you watch!"
stormed his father, his face still puce from anger.
"Did he know anything about the church?" asked Daniele.
"Oh, I didn't ask" replied Maurice, closing his eyes as he cursed himself.
"Well, you can't ring him up now, can you? Regardless of his crime against
Lauren, just think what courage it took to own up to it, Maurice. I bet
we'll need him if we're going to sort this thing out. After all, she tells
him everything!"
"What do you think I should have done then, eh?" asked Maurice angrily.
"I don't know, but now we either sit here and wait for Celestine to come
home, or we talk to Jim, or we talk to Kristal."
"I'll call Kristal, see what she's got to say for herself, the little
pervert." Maurice picked up the phone and ran through the personal address
book until he found her name. He dialed slowly, closing the book as he
waited for someone to answer. "Hello? Hi, this is Maurice Gisal, Lauren's
father. We have a problem that I think you might be able to help us with.
Can you tell me about the pictures you saw of her at AnneMarie's hen
night?" He sat, clutching his stomach with his free hand. "How many?" Uh
huh. Do you know who took them? Oh right, just a minute while I get a pen."
He waved madly in the air at Daniele. She retrieved a pen and pad of paper
from the top of his bookcase in the dining room.
"OK, go on. 6, Rue les Hallets, yes, I know the area a bit. Marlene Stern.
OK, got that, any phone number? Great, got it. Thanks. Where are the
pictures now? Oh OK, bye." He hung up.
"So, what's did she say?" asked Daniele.
"Says she's wasn't sure who was in the picture. She's never seen Jim, and
she didn't actually bring them to the hen night. Some other girl did.
Supposedly she works at this address. I'll give it a call."
"But there won't be anyone there Sunday night!"
"What else? Wait `til the shops open Monday morning?" he snarled.
"Hey, we still don't know anything for sure. And you can't go on assuming
that everyone on the other end of the phone is a pervert and guilty as sin,
you know" replied Daniele.
"I'm sorry if it sounds like that. But it's all mounting up. And anyway,
that boy said that he'd, you know. He'd actually done it with Lori. The
bastard. Just you wait, he'll get ten years for this!" The red glow
returned to his face. Mike stared at the floor, his breathing heavy and the
palms of his hands sweating. "I'm going to ring this Marlene woman, see
what she's got to say for herself!"
He picked up the phone and dialed, staring blankly through the window at
the street outside at the drizzle outside.
"Hi, I'd like to talk to Marlene Stern?" he inquired. He paused, raising
his eyebrows slightly. "Oh good, my name's Maurice Gisal, and I hope you
can help me. I understand that you're a photographer and may have taken
some pictures of my daughter?"
He turned to Daniele and nodded. "Sorry? Oh, Lauren" The look of dismay
returned as Marlene had obviously confirmed that she had taken some photos
of her.
"Ask her where she might be right now - forget the photos!" hissed Daniele.
"Is she there with you now?" he asked. "Any ideas, we think she may be in
some trouble" He sat down once again as Marlene launched into a lengthy
explanation. He wrote quickly, taking down details as she spoke. Daniele
and Mike gathered around, watching as he wrote on the paper.
"And Simone is something to do with this church, is she?" he asked,
circling a couple of words on the page. "Really? Where would they be
meeting tonight - we really need to find them quickly?" He listened for
almost a minute without writing, shaking his head now and again as he
gripped the pen tighter and tighter. "OK, thanks, yes, I may ring back
later. No, thanks, you've been very helpful. Yes, of course we will,
thanks!" He replaced the receiver and looked at the paper.
"Someone called Simone seems to be the head of the church around here and
they have a priest visiting from America."
"What's wrong with that?" asked Mike, happy that the subject had been
changed.
"Probably nothing. But she said that Simone used to be in films, but didn't
like the material that she was put forward for so she quit." He looked up,
knowing that he had their attention. "They have a place up in the
mountains, Marlene didn't know quite where, but it's very secretive."
"But does she think there's any danger?"
"Yes, she does. She says that Simone loves violence, loves young girls and
is a fanatic about her church."
"What church is this then? Surely not the same as Rebecca's?" asked
Daniele.
"Almost certainly. I'm going to call up the department's computer and take
a look at what we have on them. Maybe we can get an address." Maurice went
into the dining room and powered up his PC. He logged into his account and
selected menu items until he was able to conduct a search on the church. He
printed out a few details and scanned through the pages.
"Well, anything?" asked Daniele.
"No, not much. I'll try a few other things"
After about twenty minutes, Daniele joined him, putting her hand on his
shoulder as he typed.
"That woman sounded quite helpful, right?"
"Yes, she was. She was quite concerned. Seems like she had heard about
Nikki and Jim. She asked that if we would call her once we found Lauren and
let her know she was safe."
"We should ask Andre if he wants to come round here. It'll be easier to
plan that way." she suggested.
"Good idea. Just let me finish this and I'll log off and call him."
He stared at the screen for a while, and then fetched his original
printout, comparing the two.
"That's weird, there's more there this time!" he said.
"Perhaps someone's typing the stuff in now?" suggested Mike.
"It's unlikely, but possible I suppose. I'll log off!"
He cut the line and called the department, waiting impatiently for his call
to be answered.
"Hello, who's this? Oh, look, I need to know who is entering data into our
database at the moment. Can you put me through to the computer centre?"
He raised his eyes to the ceiling in disgust. "Look, it's important! What,
oh, Maurice Gisal, I work on the 3rd floor in Special Investigations." He
paused as the security guard repeated his name. "What, oh, ZU03858. Yes,
that's right. OK, thanks!"
He waited again as the phone rang continuously. A loud clunk was followed
by a man's voice.
"Hi, this is Maurice Gisal, I work in Special Investigations. I need to
know who's entering data into a database. It's the background log database
for our group. Yes, thanks, I'll hold."
Maurice gave his password, and to his annoyance, his user name twice before
the operator believed that he was an employee. They exchanged few words
while the operator did his job.
"Ah ha, but where is the typing coming from, is it outside or inside the
building? Inside? Brilliant, can you tell me their extention number?" For
the first time in hours, Maurice smiled as his luck changed. "Yes, put me
through, and thanks!"
The phone was answered almost immediately and Maurice established his
identity. "I see that you've been typing in background information about
The Residualists. Have you got anything up to date?"
He wrote furiously, scrawling over the already full page with various
notes. He established that there was not just one mountain retreat, but
two. The first was near Lauterbrunnen, about forty minutes away by car,
while the second was near Lausanne, almost an hour away, with at least an
hour between the two.
"What about background on the main players?" asked Maurice, pausing again
before scribbling again. "Look, I'm really grateful, thanks again!" He hung
up and turned to Daniele and Mike. "Well, we've got a choice of two places,
but they're hours apart."
"So why don't we visit them both?" asked Mike.
"Well, we could..." The phone rang. He picked it up almost instantly.
"Andre, what news?" His eyes closed as his head swayed from side to side.
"Oh Christ, no. Andre, Daniele thinks you should come round here. Tell Jean
where you are and she can join us later. We're think we're going to have to
go after them, and what you say added to Marlene's comments, I think we'd
better hurry!" He rang off, looking back towards Daniele.
"Now what? What did he say?"
"He ran through the remainder of the film. After this whipping and stuff,
it looks like the main character, a young girl, gets stabbed to death. He
says it looks very real"
Daniele brought her hand to her mouth and staggered to her feet. She ran
from the room making retching noises as she mounted the stairs.
End of Chapter 29
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (30/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 17:54:41 GMT
--------
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
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behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the story serves as a warning.
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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
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (31/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 17:52:33 GMT
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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.
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
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (32/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 17:54:02 GMT
--------
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 32
A further three people, as far as Lauren could tell, came across to the
altar and felt her body, paying special attention to her breasts and
vagina. She kept her eyes tightly closed, which helped to mask the
continuing abuse she received, but did nothing to reduce her shaking and
the misery she felt within. Occasionally, she glanced sideways to Nikki and
Rebecca, still huddled in the corner but now under the food tables almost
out of sight.
She ached all over, and even though her legs had been lowered back to
normal by the young girl Suzy, she knew that walking would hurt like crazy.
She desperately wanted to go to the toilet as well, and continually flexed
her stomach muscles in an effort to reduce the pressure on her bladder.
The music had changed, now upbeat, modern western music as opposed to the
lilting rhythms of the rain forest. With darkness now complete outside, the
only illumination from the windows was the reflection of the white and red
barn lights. Lauren's throat ached as well from her incessant crying and
she knew that her eyes must look like she had been in a fight. She also
realised that the whole episode would have to be explained to her parents.
Not just how the had come to be incarcerated up the mountain with a bunch
of religious fanatics, but maybe even what she had done in the past few
months with Nikki, Jim and Simone. Then it dawned on her that maybe they
would even find out about her and Mike.
She cried loudly, causing Suzy to return, a look of concern on her face.
"What's happened?"
"I don't feel well. I feel sick" she sobbed.
"You'll be fine. Do you think you're going to vomit?" she asked.
"I don't know. I just want to go home, please, that's all."
"Very soon. Just do as we ask and like I said, you'll go home." Suzy went
back to the seats to continue chatting. As Lauren watched her sit down, the
film again flickered into life. She recognised the studio again, and
presumed that this would be the second visit, where she had been so keen to
be photographed with Jim and Simone. She shook her head in amazement that
she could have been so gullible, so stupid to have allowed it to happen,
let alone wanted to do it. Her amazement was even greater when she saw that
within thirty seconds of her arrival on the studio floor, she was naked,
throwing her clothes off with abandon before lying over a stool.
"Oh, wow, this is a wonderful film, Simone. This is your best so far!" said
one of the men sitting with his partner.
"Thanks, but don't forget our sexy star. Oh! Here I am, look, this is you
and me, Lauren."
Lauren saw herself undressing Simone, pulling her knickers off and allowing
her hand to feel her wetness.
"This is the bit I like. Let's see the film and do it for real at the same
time, eh?" said Simone. She moved to Lauren's head and positioned herself
on the lower straw bale so that she faced Lauren's legs. Simone hiked up
her robe, exposing her long legs and straddled Lauren's face. She ran her
hands down the length of Lauren's body, caressing her breasts, hips and
thighs. Lauren looked up to see, no more than five inches from her face,
Simone's pussy lips, highly aroused, glistening in the faint light. She
felt that she was inside a tent, cut off from everyone else, with just the
red and white glow from the barn lights shining through Simone's robe to
light her little world. She looked to her right to see the golden brown
legs of the stunningly beautiful girl above her. There was no tan line to
be seen, just firm, muscular legs, joining her body, separated by her
vagina. Her clitoris was evident, poking carefully out from under the
little hood, fringed delicately by fine black pubic hair. Lauren inhaled
the sweet scent of her sex as she felt Simone's long hair brushing against
her inner thighs.
Simone's delicate tongue found it's target and started to languidly massage
her clitoris, wandering along the length of her inner lips, up and down,
returned to probe now and again at the little pink bulb that had given them
both so much pleasure. Unconsciously, Lauren turned her head to the right
and rubbed her nose in appreciation against Simone's thigh. Her legs were
so silky smooth, so clean and tempting that she worked her way slowly
upwards towards her sex. She couldn't reach her vagina, and resigned
herself to watching, listening while nuzzling into her leg, pecking
occasionally with her lips. She felt so safe inside the robe, as though her
problems had at last disappeared. The tongue explored her vagina for
several minutes while Lauren lay on the altar, aware now and then that the
film was still playing, still incriminating her, still exposing her as a
girl who would do anything for sex. Light broke through the robe and a cold
draft followed as someone lifted the back of Simone's robe and fastened it,
revealing her buttocks. Simone adjusted her stance, widening her legs as a
hand ran over Lauren's face, then up Simone's thighs and around her vagina.
The middle finger pushed slowly inside Simone, causing her to move slightly
to accommodate it. As it withdrew, Lauren saw her pussy lips were covered
in lubrication, shining wildly in the eerie light. She knew it was a man's
hand, and was therefore not surprised when his thick cock pressed against
Simone's wet pussy.
Lauren tried to move out of the way but Simone stopped her progress by
holding her thighs tightly.
"Oh no, this is where you see everything. We may even want you to help
later." she said, lowering herself closer to Lauren's face. The man pushed
his cock deep inside Simone as her pussy lips followed it in, folding in
sympathy as he plunged into her. Lauren could see that his cock gently
rubbed against her clitoris, providing stimulation as he began stroking
regularly. She also became aware of the smell of the man, who clearly
hadn't bothered to wash himself. The odor of sweat and human faeces was
obnoxious to the point where Lauren tried to hold her breath rather than
breath in the foul air. The man moved confidently, held Simone's hips and
put one leg up on the straw bale to balance himself.
"Oh yes, that's good. Nice and slowly." said Simone, continuing to lick
around Lauren's clitoris.
"This is amazing!" said the man. "The film, and this little girl, and you
all at the same time. I can't hold on much longer!"
"Just do it in me, then. Go on! Do it deep inside me!" demanded Simone,
burying her head between Lauren's legs. The man picked up speed, twitched
slightly and then pushed hard as he slapped against Simone's buttocks.
Lauren saw his balls crumple up as his cock swelled, and then he grunted
loudly. His stroking lost it's rhythm, each push causing a little white
fluid to spurt out from Simone's pussy. He stopped after a few seconds,
pausing for breath before he slowly withdrew from Simone. Lauren looked up
to see Simone's red inner lips slowly moving back as a little pool of cum
formed at the entrance to her vagina.
"More! Who's next?" asked Simone, lifting her head from Lauren's legs.
Presently, Karl reappeared, his robe bulging at the front as he stood
behind Simone. He undid the front enough to expose his cock, and positioned
it at Simone's moist entrance.
"Oh yes, Karl!" said Simone, turning round. "Our new recruit! Let's see how
much you've got inside you after you pumped Rebecca full of it!"
Karl smiled at her, licked his fingers and felt her already wet pussy.
"No need for that, just get in there!"
Lauren instinctively looked up to ensure that she positioned her face such
that she could breath properly. She watched as the tip of his cock touched
the inner folds of her pussy. As he slowly advanced, the skin gave way
allowing him to fill her insides with his stiff tool. It was a nicer
looking cock that the previous man, maybe a little shorter, but still
seemed to fit very nicely between the gripping muscular walls. This time,
thankfully, there was no sickly smell, and as Lauren looked up, she could
see Simone's clitoris standing out proudly, fully aroused and exposed to
her view. She reached out, holding onto Simone's thighs as she felt the
welcome tongue return to her vagina. Karls's cock liberated much of the cum
from the previous man, pushing the liquid into a little river that dripped
slowly from Simone's pussy lips and down onto Lauren's cheeks.
Karl slapped against Simone's buttocks as he plunged into her. His cock was
slimy now, covered in a layer of cum and lubricant that smelled of pure,
distilled sex. Lauren bent her legs, opening herself further to the
attention of Simone. The older girl obliged by gently running her finger
round her bottom, resting occasionally on her anus as she continued to
plunge her tongue inside Lauren's vagina. She felt a finger exploring her
anus more purposefully now, pushing at the entrance with deliberation.
Lauren licked her silky thighs in encouragement and was rewarded with a
finger pushed straight into her anus.
Lauren could hear Karl grunting, and realised that he too was not going to
last very long. Lauren reached between Simone's legs and took hold of
Karl's balls, gently squeezing him. His surprise was evident as he jerked
suddenly, interrupting his rhythm, before resuming with even greater speed
and enthusiasm. Lauren held him, pressing her thumb against his anus as he
plowed into Simone's pussy. He dug his nails into Simone's thighs as he
came, shrieking with delight, filling her again with a torrent of cum. It
squeezed out of her, dribbling down her inside leg and over Lauren's mouth
as he continued to pound into her. Simone sensed his orgasm and tried as
hard as she could to bring Lauren to climax as well. Wetting her finger,
she reintroduced it into Lauren's anus while pushing her tongue deep into
her hot sex. Lauren trembled with emotion, unsure whether the correct
reaction was to scream with pleasure or disgust. But the build up of lust
and the waves of enjoyment were unmistakable as she lifted her bottom
slightly to encourage Simone's finger and tongue. Lauren looked up as Karl
slowly withdrew his rigid wet tool and watched Simone's vagina releasing it
as the folds of skin reluctantly gave way. The sight of her beautiful sex
and his hard cock were enough to send Lauren shooting over the edge. She
pulled her legs hard against her chest, almost knocking Simone out of the
way as she came with such force that she thought she might burst into tears
again. As she floated in no- mans land, oblivious to the company
surrounding her, Simone relaxed her grip on her thighs and slowly removed
her finger from Lauren's anus.
Continuing to lick her for a while longer, Lauren pulled the girl's vagina
towards her, extending her tongue so that she could lap at the juices that
streamed from between her legs. She opened her eyes and looked up along the
valley of Simone's buttocks. She could just make out a small
strawberry-coloured birthmark hidden between her cheeks which registered
dimly in her mind a something to think about later. She was much too busy
enjoying the taste of Simone to ponder where or when she had seen something
similar before.
"Oh Lauren, you're such a love. I'll make sure you make me come later."
said Simone after they had both relaxed. She swung off the altar and
brushed Lauren's hair from her face. "Now, I want you three girls to get
cleaned up. It must be getting on for eleven o'clock now, and we need to
hold the final ceremony, your initiation into the church."
"Please don't hurt us anymore!" implored Lauren.
"Look, we don't want to hurt you. Just do as we say." Simone looked down at
her kindly. "Tell you what, I'll get the priest to bring Rebecca round to
normal. Then you can spend a couple of hours downstairs before coming back.
Then you can go home!"
"But my parents, they'll know I'm missing and they'll be looking for me!"
"So? They won't find you here, and you don't know where on earth you are,
do you?"
Lauren looked away from her, the sense of dread and misery returning.
"Come on, let's find the others" said Simone, walking across to the food
tables. The girls were indeed underneath the tables, cowering from everyone
who walked past.
"Out you come. Time to get cleaned up! Rebecca, come with me for a while."
said Simone, offering her a hand to stand up. Simone and Rebecca walked to
the rear door, emerging less than a minute later. Rebecca looked dreadful,
the red and white lights probably masking some of the torment and anguish
in her face, but not the matted hair, the bruises and scratches that she
had suffered during the evening. She half staggered across to Lauren and
Nikki as Simone watched from the door.
"What the hell's happened to us? Where's my robe? Oh Christ, Nikki! Where
did you get these cuts?" she asked, looking at the ripped robe. She wobbled
precariously and the two girls held her tightly as Simone motioned them
towards the big barn door.
"Shh. We'll talk inside the house. Come on, you can make it" said Lauren,
severely doubting whether any of them could.
End of Chapter 32
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (33-34/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 17:57:48 GMT
--------
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 33
Although Maurice and Mike listened to the radio, neither could have said
what they were listening to as the car purred along the brightly lit
autobahn. Maurice could see the lights of Andre's car behind, and knew that
the silhouette in the passenger seat was that of Jim. They had waved to
each other courteously at the station, thinking that they had better not
talk until really necessary. He was aware that he was still angry enough to
hit the young man who he thought had taken his daughter's virginity.
The blackness of the night surrounded them, and even the occasional
appearance of the moon from behind the clouds failed to brighten their
mood. Dark trees hid from view the small houses that lined the side of the
road. Mike looked down at the small villages. The pin-points of lights
offered a welcoming sight, their cobbled streets shining from the drizzle
that had passed through the valley a couple of hours before sunset. He
looked up above the villages, following the lighted trails of the roads
that formed the mountain passes. Few cars were to be seen, and even fewer
houses were discernible in the distance.
"Looks like we're about twenty minutes away from Lausanne," said Mike,
reading the map in the glare from the street lights, "and then another
fifteen from the address. That'll make it about eleven thirty."
"God, I hope they're at the first one" said Maurice, watching his speed
climbing steadily past the 140Kph mark as he overtook two cars. He checked
to ensure that Andre was keeping up with him, and sat defiantly in the fast
lane, the height of bad manners.
They traveled in silence for almost ten kilometers until Mike tapped on his
window, indicating the next exit. The car slowed and gently curved off to
the right, again slowing at a stop sign before turning up towards the
mountains above the lake. Andre followed right behind. Mike looked closely
at the map, giving directions as he concentrated hard on watching their
rout and reading the map, aware that a wrong turn could cost them valuable
minutes.
"OK, it should be about three hundred meters on the left, according to your
street map." said Mike, clapping the book closed. "Slow down and we can go
past slowly, just to take a look at the house." He leaned forward, looking
at the large detached chalets that nestled in the trees, well away from the
road. Many had lights on, and all looked charming in the moonlight.
"This is it, here, number 47. There seem to be a few cars there. I'll park
off the road down by this next set of trees and we can walk back." He
switched off his headlights and carefully pulled over. "We should talk with
Andre and Jim before we do anything."
They crept back towards Andre, who had wound his window down as they
approached. "This is the place. I don't see much happening though" said
Maurice, looking over at the lights on in the front room.
"Why don't Mike and I go and quickly take a look. Then if it's wrong we can
get moving. I think the place in the mountains is more likely anyway - it's
probably more secluded" said Jim, avoiding eye contact with Maurice.
"Fine. Get going. We'll turn the cars round and park back down the road. If
you see anything suspicious, come back. No heroics, OK?"
The boys walked along the edge of the garden, keeping well into the
darkness of the high fir trees. Once Maurice had lost sight of them, he
returned to his car and drove off. The boys were waiting for him less than
a minute later, ready to jump back into the cars. Mike slid into the
passenger seat, shaking his head.
"Go on, this isn't the place," said Mike, pulling on his seat belt. "There
are about ten old age pensioners in there. No buildings around the back,
all very quiet and peaceful. Turn right at the next junction."
"Damn!" whispered Maurice as he turned the corner. "But then again, I'm not
sure if I want to find them out here or not. I still hope they'll turn up a
home after some wild party!"
"Hey, we'd better ring Mum, tell her that we're on the way to the second
place"
"OK, Let's find a phone"
They pulled in after a couple of kilometers and called, relaying the bad
news to Daniele and Jean. As they pulled back onto the road, the
conversation ceased, both Maurice and Mike thinking their own private
thoughts as they sped towards Lauterbrunnen. The traffic thinned as they
started the long climb out of the valley, the summer air cooling quickly as
they moved above a thousand feet. Both Maurice and Mike had been watching
the small digital clock in the car and saw it change from eleven fifty-nine
to show all zeros.
End of Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Lauren trudged in front of Nikki and Rebecca towards the house. They looked
like prisoners of war, refugees from another land. They had no possessions,
and shuffled along with their heads bowed, their clothing tattered. Rebecca
was naked, her body filthy from her evening of abuse. Simone led them to
the house and guided them through the rear door. She clicked on the light.
A piercing scream from above filled the house - a man's voice, desperately,
frantically screaming. A dull thud followed, and then silence.
"Don't worry. Probably ghosts" said Simone, marching down the hallway to
the door downstairs. Lauren shook, hungry, tired and scared out of her
wits. She needed the toilet so badly, she needed some privacy as well, some
time alone to pull her thoughts together and try and understand what had
happened to them this evening. More than anything though, she wanted her
mother, her bed and familiar surroundings. The dark house was quite now
except for their shuffling. Simone unlocked the door and flicked on the
light.
"See you in a couple of hours. Get cleaned up and have something to eat."
She watched as the three girls unsteadily negotiated the steps down into
the reception area. Lauren turned at the bottom to help Rebecca, and saw
the door close above. They were alone again.
Nikki went ahead and flicked on the lights.
"Oh my God!" screamed Lauren, bringing her hands to her face in terror. She
stared at Nikki, her robe shredded to ribbons, cuts and red raw weal's
showing through the rents. "Nik, Oh Nik" she wailed, tears rolling down her
face.
"My God, when did that happen?" asked Rebecca, letting the threads of the
robe run through her fingers.
"Rebecca, I think you were hypnotized or something. You've been in a trance
for ages."
"Rubbish. I'd know if I had. I told them to stop hurting you anyway." she
said indignantly.
"So how did you get all this shit in your hair, eh? All this cum on your
face? And where did these bruises come from?" sobbed Lauren.
"These people are nutters, you stupid cow! We've got to get out of here!"
said Nikki, herself close to tears.
"Listen. Here's what's happening next" said Lauren, standing in front of
Rebecca. "We get cleaned up and taken back. The priest wants to fuck me. A
girl up there said someone died who didn't do what they wanted. When I
refused to get on their stupid altar, that little-
bastard-best-man's-friend fucked Nikki's arse!" shouted Lauren, her face
red with rage.
"Not before I'd got these marks from the priest whipping me. I tell you,
you were hypnotized and ordered to do things! Don't you remember drinking
one man's piss? demanded Nikki.
"Or being passed around the congregation to be touched up, smacked and
kicked? They don't love you or want you. They just want to be amused by
you. Feel your pussy. Find out what they rammed up there for fun" said
Lauren, walking towards the bathroom. "I'm going to the toilet."
Rebecca stood there, still staring at Nikki's injuries, dumbfounded. Nikki
shook her head, trying to fight back her tears. She walked through to the
bedroom and flopped onto the bed. The toilet flushed after several minutes
and Nikki made her way to the bathroom and knocked.
"It's me. I need to go too"
"Come in"
Lauren was sitting on the toilet, her head in her hands, still crying to
herself. Her robe was discarded down by the Jacuzzi, and her naked body
looked thin, blemished, like a street urchin might have done a century
earlier.
"We need Rebecca on our side. We can't make it without her." said Nikki.
"I don't know if I trust her. She must have known what goes on in this
stupid place!"
"What choice have we?"
Neither girl said anything. Lauren shuffled over to the side of the Jacuzzi
and stared at the taps. Nikki attempted to sit on the toilet but her bottom
refused to support her. She wandered slowly across to the wash basin like
an old woman and picked up a pair of white towels, laying them down on the
toilet seat. She urinated loudly as she stared at the floor, her arms
wrapped around her chest, trying to control her shaking. Lauren turned on
the water and let the tub fill up, recoiling like a frightened animal as
the door opened. She relaxed slightly when she saw Rebecca in the doorway.
"Look" said Rebecca, "I really don't understand what's been happening. This
is supposed to be my special day!"
"Hey, do you remember having you picture taken?" asked Lauren.
"Yeah, outside with you two" said Rebecca, pleased with her recall.
"What about coming back in and talking to people?"
"Yeah, pretty much. Suzy gave me some flowers"
"Then what?" asked Nikki, still sitting on the toilet, shaking.
"Er, well, now were having a break. Seems you're going to join as well"
"When you got the flowers it was about five thirty, right? Now it's almost
half past eight!" said Nikki. "And they've got this film of Lori!"
"Don't worry about the film!" stated Lauren emphatically. "That's nothing
to do with it!"
"I think it is." said Nikki.
"What film?"
"Nothing" hissed Lauren.
"Someone - like the priestess - seems to know Lori and has taken film of
her and Jim without their knowing it. You know, when they were doing it
together." said Nikki, staring at Lauren.
"Oh shit. That's not the first time."
Lauren grabbed the taps and turned off the water. "Listen!" she said,
looking at the ceiling. They heard the phone ringing. In between rings
there was absolute silence, no footsteps, no shouts of `I'll get it'. It
stopped.
"That's it!" whispered Lauren, with the trace of a smile on her face. "You
two stay here, and I'll call the police. There's obviously nobody
upstairs!"
"Yeah, that's right!" said Nikki, joining in enthusiastically. The girls
hatched their plan quickly, deciding that they would turn out the lights
and Lauren would find the phone - Nikki thought she had seen it near the
front door and the recent ringing seemed to indicate it somewhere near the
front of the house. They also decided that the robes were too bright, and
in the absence of any dark clothing, she would be safer naked.
Stealthily, she climbed the stairs and tried the door knob. It turned
easily, allowing a feint crack of light to fall across her face. She nodded
down to Rebecca, who clicked off the lights. Lauren's heart was pounding as
she opened the door another few inches, trying to peer down the hallway
towards the front door. She looked back, unable to see the other two girls
in the darkness.
Lauren inched her way along the cold floor of the hallway, carefully
ensuring that the door didn't shut. Her hands shook again as she felt her
way along the wall, identifying light switches and another door which she
didn't remember. Continuing towards the front of the house, she realised
she had a choice of two rooms, one on either side of the hallway. Both
doors were closed. Gently, she turned the knob on the left hand door. She
was relieved to find that the door opened silently, giving way into a
darkened room. Curtains were half drawn across the windows, and a large
desk filled the majority of the opposite side.
Her legs shook now, her fear increasing as she progressed further from the
others. Her outstretched hands felt across the desk top and found a small
lamp. She debated whether to turn it on or not, deciding that maybe a
momentary flash would be enough to confirm whether there was a phone or
not. She found the switch and clicked it on.
She squinted in the bright light, looking away quickly as she tried to
adjust to the brilliance of the room. She looked around quickly for no more
than two seconds, noting the contents of the room, and then pushed the
switch again. The light stayed on. She clicked it again. Still the light
remained on, beaconing out through the window. Frantically, she found the
power lead and pulled it. The room plunged into darkness. Lauren's heart
raced wildly as she held the corner of the desk to steady herself. Pressure
was building in her anus, the muscles in her sphincter doing overtime to
hold her together. She listened to the sounds of the house, half expecting
any number of people to come rushing into the room to carry her back to the
others. There was silence. The tears welled up again in her eyes as a sense
of nausea began to rise in her stomach. She recalled in her mind the
contents of the room. No phone.
Padding across the hallway, she turned the knob on the other door and
pushed. A high- pitched squeak came from the old hinges as she peered round
the corner. The room was dark, smelled slightly musty but had a warmth to
it that was almost inviting. She ventured further, closing the door behind
her so that the catch scraped her naked bottom. She fumbled for the light
switch and flicked it on briefly, then off again. A small bed, a table with
a washbasin. Fireplace. Junk to her right. Perhaps a phone. She was about
to switch on the light when two rectangles of light traveled across the
wall, followed by the sound of crunching gravel. Panic-stricken, she
realised she could either run back downstairs or hide and hope the driver
went straight to the barn.
She stretched her hands out and found the table. Crouching down, she hid
underneath, waiting and listening as the engine stopped. She heard
footsteps, only one person, she thought. She slid further under the table,
pulling her knees up against her chest as tightly as possible, trying to
make herself invisible. Her stomach heaved and she again felt the pressure
from her gut pushing against her anus, trying hard to find a way out. She
breathed deeply, searching for thoughts that might save her from soiling
herself in the room. The front door opened. She froze, her heart beating
wildly as she heard heavy boots clumping on the stone hallway. She almost
cried out as the door to her room opened and the light was snapped on.
Through half-closed eyes, she saw a pair of legs walk past the table. A
man's legs covered in big, heavy trousers. Heavy boots, covered in ice and
snow. A loud clank resounded in the room as Lauren saw a big gardening
spade fall to the floor. A bag landed on the little bed with a thump.
Lauren realised that if the man sat on the bed, he would see her, cowering
under the table. As if on cue, her sphincter relaxed, and she defecated
silently on the floor. She closed her eyes, praying that the man would
leave as she felt the warm sticky mess spreading out underneath her
buttocks. Within seconds she smelled the familiar stench and knew that she
would soon be discovered.
The man turned towards her, grunted and swore under his breath. He then
made his way back to the door, and left the room. Lauren heard the sound of
the car door slamming and the engine starting. She scrambled to her feet,
noting the bag on the bed as she tore open the door and fled down the
hallway as quietly a possible. She shut the apartment door behind her and
almost fell down the stairs when Rebecca switched the lights back on.
"Well, did you call them?" asked Rebecca, standing next to Nikki with a
duvet pulled around her.
All Lauren could do was to shake her head as she cried loudly, holding her
hand to her face as she rushed past the girls towards the bathroom. She
slammed the door and sat on the toilet, sobbing uncontrollably once again.
She knew full well that she had failed. The girls must have realised, she
thought, from the smell that surely trailed behind her, what had happened,
and they knew that there was no hope for them, no chance of rescue from the
outside.
"Do you need help?" asked Rebecca from outside the bathroom.
"No. Wait!" she replied, taking a handful of toilet paper and trying to
clean herself. The smell made her retch as the toilet bowl slowly filled
with sheets of paper. She flushed it twice before making her way to the
shower and washing herself under the warm water.
She went back out after drying herself and found both Rebecca and Nikki
sitting on the bed, wrapped in duvets.
"There's another one in that wardrobe" said Nikki, pointing to the big
wooden doors.
Lauren pulled the big patchwork quilt around her and sat on the bed. She
realised that she was pleased to see them, even though fundamentally
nothing had changed to make her more cheerful.
"OK?" asked Nikki.
"Mmm. There's a phone somewhere, but I didn't find it. A man came back and
almost found me." she said, looking at the duvet miserably.
"Look, maybe we'll have another go later." said Rebecca. "First, we need to
wash ourselves. I've looked at Nik's back. It's a mess!" she said, shaking
her head in disbelief.
"Told you so! Do you believe us now?" asked Lauren.
"Yes....look, I'm so sorry, I had no idea"
"Any ideas about getting out?" asked Lauren. "They'll kill us if they catch
us trying to escape, that's what the little bitch upstairs said."
"Which bitch?" asked Rebecca.
"Suzy, I think her name was."
"Oh yes, she comes here with her brother. I used to think she was OK."
"Well, she's as weird as the rest." said Nikki. She looked at Rebecca and
frowned. "How could you let them do this to you, I mean, didn't you think
there was something a bit bloody strange about them?"
"No, they've always seemed so nice."
"Well, they aren't. All they want to do is fuck people. And if you don't
let them, they whip you!" she hissed.
"I'm sorry, really I am. Let's get your back seen to. In the bathroom."
Slowly, Nikki slid off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Her injuries
were starting to ache as the bruising became apparent. She moved stiffly,
her arms aching as she knelt down in front of the Jacuzzi to test the
temperature of the water. Swinging her legs over the side, she grimaced as
the water ran over her legs.
"Don't turn the jets on, please!"
Rebecca slid slowly into the water, closing her eyes as she went right
under. Lauren's thighs still ached from being tied up for such a long time,
but she too managed to slide into the water and sit on one of the sunken
seats.
"Wait, Nik, I'll help you." said Lauren, grabbing a flannel and ringing out
the warm water. She stood up and sat beside her best friend.
"Oh Jesus, Nik. I had no idea it was this bad!" Lauren stared at her back,
criss-crossed with red lines, some of which had obviously bled earlier that
evening. Further down towards her buttocks, and even on her inner thighs,
heavy red lines were clear evidence that she had suffered much more than
Lauren had realised. "This flannel's no good, I'll help you down. Lie on
your tummy and slip down into the water". Nikki turned over, revealing the
rest of the red marks as Lauren held her waist, easing her down into the
warm water. She cried out three or four times before she could stand on the
bottom of the tub and turn around.
Rebecca washed herself quickly, including her hair, and then sat on the
side. She ran the soap across her hairless vagina, remembering that the
girls had said how the congregation had abused her earlier. She pushed a
finger inside herself, noting that she felt tender but found no food or
other objects. She watched Nikki trying to find a comfortable position
where she could simply suspend herself without irritating her skin any
further.
"Nik, lay back against me so that your back doesn't touch the side. Put
your arms over my legs. That's it."
"I'm going to wash my hair in the shower" said Lauren, climbing out of the
tub and down the steps. Nikki leaned back in the water, wetting her hair
and Rebecca obliged by dripping shampoo over her head and massaging it into
a lather.
The girls dried themselves slowly. Rebecca had few problems, and Lauren
managed reasonably well. Nikki however had to lie on the bed while they
covered her in clean white sheets and patted her dry. The pain was really
setting in now, and any touch of her back or thighs produced an instant
squeal. Rebecca found some antiseptic cream in the bathroom cabinet and did
the best she could for her, rubbing a little into each wound while Nikki
twitched and groaned. Eventually, they wrapped themselves again in their
duvets and curled up on the bed.
"We can't go to sleep. We need to think of how we're going to escape" said
Lauren, hoping someone was listening.
"I can't."
"She's right, we must stay awake! I'll make some coffee" offered Rebecca as
she made her way to the door.
There was silence for a few minutes while the sound of cups and water
echoed from the kitchen.
"Lori, do you trust her? Or is she part of their plan?"
"Don't know. Nik, I'm so scared." She sobbed again, sniffing loudly as her
nose blocked up. Nikki moved over towards her on the bed. Lauren realised
that any movement caused her great pain. "That girl, she said they've
killed people who don't do what they say." said Lauren. Nikki shook her
head slightly.
"I don't know what to think. They seem to like hurting people. Who says
they're going to ever let us go? My mum told me about some church where
they brainwash you so you never leave."
"This doesn't seem like a church at all. More like some club for screwing."
"Yeah, you're right."
Rebecca wandered back into the room and put two mugs on the table beside
the bed. They drank in silence, watching the steam rise from the mugs as
their thoughts were elsewhere.
"What's the time?" asked Lauren.
"Not sure, I'll look in the kitchen" said Rebecca. "twelve-thirty" she said
on her return. "Another hour before they come and get us"
"I can't do it again, I just can't!" cried Nikki, pulling the duvet tighter
around her body. The tears came freely now as she looked down at the bed.
She wiped her nose on the back of her hand as she sniffed, brushing the
tears off her cheeks and into her hair. She spilled her coffee as she
shook, great wails of suffering tinged with pure fear racked her body.
Lauren rested her hand on her knee.
"We'll look after you. Just stay out of the way. They just want to screw
me, then we can go." said Lauren quietly.
"You know what, I think I've seen that Simone woman somewhere else." said
Nikki, wiping her nose on the duvet.
"She's the one who we did the photos with - Jim and I - a few weeks ago."
offered Lauren.
"No, somewhere else. I've seen her before!" said Nikki, her sniffles
continuing as she frowned, thinking hard.
"I noticed that she had a weird birthmark on her arse. What do they call
it, blackberry or something" said Lauren.
"Strawberry" said Rebecca.
"Whatever. Oh, hold on , I know, in that film! You know, the one I brought
round to your place." shouted Nikki.
"Shit, I think you're right. She was Jane who couldn't remember anything"
Nikki drew in a sharp breath as her mouth fell open.
"What?" asked Lauren, anxiety written all over face.
"The end of the film!"
"We turned it off. It looked awful" said Lauren.
"I saw it when I got home. It showed a girl getting stabbed by another
bigger girl."
"Rubbish!" shouted Rebecca.
"I saw it. There's blood everywhere"
"Oh fuck, no!" said Lauren.
Rebecca said nothing. She simply stared in disbelief at the two girls.
End of Chapter 34
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (35-36/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 17:59:50 GMT
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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 35
Jean watched Daniele as she put the phone down. It was clear that the call
had been bad news. They slumped into the chairs in the darkened lounge and
looked at the television vacantly.
"If they're not at the second place, what do we do?" asked Jean morbidly.
Daniele jerked up, as though stung by a bee. The idea of total failure
obviously had not crossed her mind. She glanced around the room as though
seeking a soothing sight while she thought.
"I don't know. They just have to be there. Perhaps they're back at your
house already?" suggested Daniele. Jean made the phone call that confirmed
that nobody was home and returned to her chair.
"What did we do wrong? Those girls have everything they should ever need!"
said Daniele.
"But you must have wanted to experiment when you were young, surely?"
"Yes, but we tried smoking, not stripping!" said Daniele, her face a
mixture of anger and shame. "And with other girls!" She shook her head
silently, glancing briefly at Jean.
"Hey, I bet you checked out what the other girls were like at school just
like everyone else. It lasts about two days and then it's over." stated
Jean.
"Well, maybe. But it's not right. I mean, it's not right to have your photo
taken naked, is it? You know what some people are like today."
"Look, Daniele, I've...we've always taken a pretty liberal approach with
Nikki, and I think that she both knows a great deal about the world for her
age, and still retains a sense of fair play and morality."
"Oh, so you think we're to blame for Lori's messing around, do you?" she
snapped.
"Calm down. They're very different girls. What I'm trying to say is that
together, they should be OK."
"I'm sorry. I don't know what to think." She paused to dry her eyes. "You
know how you discuss what you would do if your children did so and so.
Well, Maurice and I never even dreamed of a situation like this. Never!"
Chapter 36
The girls sat on the bed, still covered in the duvets. They looked slightly
happier than a couple of hours ago, although had Nikki removed her covers,
the wounds would have looked much worse with the dull bruising that had now
set in.
At just after one fifteen, they heard the door open above them followed by
footsteps on the stairs into the reception area. Simone had changed her
clothes and now wore what looked like a black silk kimono, embroidered
along the lapels with oriental flowers.
"OK, had a rest?" she asked rhetorically as she found them in the bedroom.
"Lauren, get some stockings from that wardrobe, I know there are some in
there. Use the suspender belt and come out when you have them on. You two,
get new gowns from the pile I left in the reception area. Come on, let's
go!" she said, marching out of the room.
Rebecca and Nikki dropped their duvets outside the bedroom and took a gown
each from the sofa. They were white this time, similar in style except they
had a belt to make them more shapely. The material was also more expensive,
with a silky feel that warmed to the touch. Embroidered patterns on the
back and sides of flowers and birds. Each was wrapped in soft tissue paper
as though they were either new or had just returned from the dry cleaner.
"Oh, Nikki, look at you, you poor thing." said Simone, walking behind her
and looking at her back. "If Lori had cooperated then you'd be fine!"
"I know. We've all decided to be good and do whatever you say from now on"
said Nikki, smiling.
"Why, that's great. I knew you'd see sense eventually!"
"Yeah, we're sorry. Really." said Rebecca, as she tried to find the right
way up for her gown. Simone moved towards her, reached out and cupped her
breast, running her thumb over her nipple.
"I'm glad. I had hoped that we'd be able to enjoy each other's bodies
tonight."
"And me! Don't forget me" grinned Nikki.
"Oh yes, you're a special one as well. Perhaps we could all make love to
Lauren during her ceremony. She'd enjoy that, I know."
Rebecca and Nikki put their new robes on, fastening the belt at the waist.
The cut emphasised the shape of the girls, especially Rebecca whose breasts
struggled to emerge through the front of the robe. Lauren emerged
eventually from the bedroom with her duvet wrapped around her in her
stockinged feet.
"Take off the duvet and let's have a look at you!" said Simone happily.
Lauren dropped the duvet with a flourish and stood in front of them, posing
seductively. She wore only the white stockings and lace garter belt, her
hairless pubic mound clearly evident between her legs.
"Beautiful! You look great!" said Simone, beaming. Her sexy appearance also
buoyed the spirits of Nikki and Rebecca to the point where they felt
capable of applauding her little show. "Lauren, there are some white shoes
in the bedroom that might fit you. Try them on."
A few minutes later they ascended the steps into the cool hallway of the
house. As they emerged through the back door, Lauren drew in a deep breath,
aware that this was their big moment. Instead of walking in a line towards
the house, the girls gathered around Simone and exchanged smalltalk. Nikki
was in front, walking backwards so she could join in the conversation. The
happy party were in high spirits as the huge doors opened and they entered
the barn.
Lauren stood at the altar, her stockings just visible beneath the long silk
gown that was tied at her waist. Either side of her stood Rebecca and
Nikki, ladies in waiting to the bride. Her intended, the priest himself,
towered above Lauren and stood directly in front of her. Simone was clearly
officiating for this ceremony, as she held the book with the order of
service and looked across the room as if to ask for quiet.
The congregation were seated again on the benches, offering a reasonable
view of the proceedings without being too close so that nobody could move.
Lauren recognized Suzy in the front row, along with the young boy that was
supposed to be her brother. Lauren couldn't see much similarity, but hardly
cared. The old couple were at the back again, and the man who had come in
her face seemed to be half asleep.
She looked around the room and noticed the lights were now almost entirely
red, and the music was once again the South American rain-forest type of
pipes that she found quite refreshing and soothing. There seemed to be a
few more people this time than there had been during the afternoon, but
couldn't be sure in the dingy glow. As if reading her mind, Simone wandered
around the altar, lighting the huge candles on top of the big brass
candlesticks. They offered a pleasing light, almost welcoming as Simone
once again took her place between Lauren and the priest.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome again to our wedding
ceremony. We are delighted to celebrate the joining together of Lauren and
Father Michael as Lauren enters into the body of the church, freely and
willingly, so that she 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."
Lauren's heart raced. Her palms were sweaty as she held her hands together
in front of her. Her smile slowly left her lips as the now familiar words
rolled out into the night, only time stood between her and further abuse by
the priest. Simone handed her a card containing the words of the ceremony
and the responses expected of her.
"Lauren, do you freely and gladly consent to be joined with Father Michael
in the service of marriage into the Residualist church?" said Simone.
"I do"
"And Lauren, do you vow to protect the integrity of the church, to defend
it's name, and strive at all times to follow the teachings of the church?"
"I do"
"Lauren, please kneel"
She turned to kneel in front of Simone.
"Lauren, do you swear to promote the mission of the church, while
protecting it's institutions, wherever you may be, and to follow
unswervingly in your search for inner peace?"
"I swear before the assembled" replied Lauren.
"You may rise. Now, Father Michael, do you take this girl, Lauren, as a
bride of the church?"
"I do"
"And do you swear to promote the mission of the church, while protecting
it's institutions, wherever you may be, and to follow unswervingly in your
search for inner peace?"
"I do"
"Lauren, lie back and prepare to enter the church" said Simone, holding her
hand as she had done for Rebecca earlier. Lauren laid down on the top bale
of straw that formed the altar and crossed her hands over her chest.
Rebecca and Nikki knelt beside her and began to pull apart the two sides of
her silky gown. Her white stockings were plainly visible, shining in the
pale candlelight. The girls undid the belt slightly revealing her hairless
mound. Finally, Nikki tugged at the belt, letting it fall away as the two
halves of her robe separated, showing her hips, the clean outline of her
vagina and her smooth stomach. She parted her legs voluntarily. Rebecca and
Nikki gently held her thighs before turning towards the priest. All three
girls noticed the bulge that had sprung up inside his robe, and waited as
Simone herself undid his clothing.
They were unprepared for the size of his cock, and from the sound of the
gasps around the room, so were most of the congregation. His tool must have
been at least ten inches in length, and there was little hope that Lauren
would be able to accept all of it without it tearing her apart. Simone
smiled as she pulled away his belt, taking his cock in her hand and licking
its length expertly. She glanced at Lauren's vagina and then at Rebecca and
Nikki.
"Lick her so that she's wet" she commanded, pausing briefly to watch before
turning to take the priest's massive tool in her mouth. The girls twisted
round and dribbled saliva over the little girls pussy, rubbing gently along
its length, coaxing the clitoris to come out and play. Simone stopped them
after a couple of minutes. "OK, that'll do."
The priest moved closer to Lauren. Even though he was still three feet from
Lauren, his rampant cock looked almost unnatural. He reached out to take
hold of Lauren's knees. All hell broke loose as Lauren kicked between his
legs with all her might. The priest yelped in agony and doubled up, slowly
sinking to his knees as he grabbed his balls, his eyes bulging with a look
of pain and utter surprise on his face. With a clenched fist, Rebecca swung
at Simone, catching her reasonably well in the face. Lauren sat up and
scratched at the priest's face, causing him to loose balance and fall to
the floor. Nikki joined in by kicking once again into his groin before all
three girls ran for the door, and their lives.
Mercifully, the big door slid open and they fled into the cold starry
night, skirting the big house and making for the long lane towards the
lights on the main road. The gravel of the lane made running painful, and
all three girls sought out the grass verge on the side.
"Two hundred meters. Come on , we can do it!" shouted Rebecca, looking up
occasionally at the street lights of the nearby village. Their robes
fluttered behind them in the darkness like the wings of angels as they put
on more and more distance between them and their captors. Lauren looked
behind and saw that nobody was following them.
"Hey, I think we made it!" she said between gasps of breath, her stockings
torn and dirty from the gravel.
"Keep going, until we find a house or phone!" shouted Rebecca. They
continued for another fifty meters until Rebecca stopped suddenly. "Oh
Fuck! Dogs!" The silhouettes of two, maybe three large dogs could be seen
in the lights from the road. They began barking almost immediately.
"Over the fence?" asked Nikki.
"Oh shit, no!" cried Lauren in desperation as their plan fell to pieces.
The dogs slowly advanced as though under orders as the girls froze. Lauren
looked at the fence and saw to her dismay the barbed wire along the top and
the ditch between her and the fence. She swiveled round to see figures
approaching from the house. She looked back at the snarling dogs as they
jerked at their chains, pulling their handlers with them. She heard the
crackle of a radio.
"Got them?" The priest's voice made her flesh crawl.
"Affirmative. We've got them" one of the handlers responded. "Move back to
the house or we'll let the dogs loose!" he shouted.
"Oh my god, this can't be happening! I can't go through all this again. I
just can't!" sobbed Nikki, falling to the ground. Rebecca and Lauren tried
to pick her up, and had raised her to her knees when three men grabbed them
and carried them back to the barn. Lauren saw Simone, her eyes flaming with
rage.
"You little shits! That was very stupid! You could've been out of here and
on the way home by now!" Lauren was dumped at the base of the altar
unceremoniously. Simone grabbed her hair, pulling her up to her feet, and
then slapped her in the face with all her strength. She spun round and hit
her head hard on the stone floor. Rebecca and Nikki were held by their
captors while their hands were bound, then a larger rope was passed through
the loops as they were pulled up towards the ceiling until their hands were
about level with their heads.
As she cowered on the ground, she saw the fear in Nikki's eyes, and
realised that even the slightest pain on her back or thighs was going to be
agonising. She could see her legs shaking uncontrollably, trying valiantly
to support her weight. All three girls were crying, including Rebecca who
now seemed to understand the depth of their problems. The priest emerged
from the backroom and stood beside Lauren.
"Now, my little escapee, where were we? Oh yes, you had opened your legs
and were about to get the surprise of your life!"
Out of the darkness, hands gripped her arms as she was tied down. Her feet
were next, returning once again to the upright position that had tired her
earlier that day. The same hands pulled her towards the priest so that her
bottom was over the edge of the straw altar, exposing her vagina to his
limp cock.
"Oil!" he demanded, holding out his hand. The old woman placed a plastic
bottle of oil in his hand. He squeezed, applying the lotion in the general
direction of Lauren's vagina. Simone took the bottle and administered some
to his cock which was steadily regaining its potency.
"No, please don't!" mumbled Lauren, a final plea that she knew nobody in
the room would heed.
Simone dropped the bottle and pulled the priest towards Lauren, guiding his
shaft to the tight entrance of her young pussy. Lauren felt the big dome of
his cock at her entrance, and thought that maybe it wasn't going to be
quite as painful as she had imagined. Then he thrust into her, halfway.
Lauren simply opened her mouth and tried to scream. The searing pain, the
width of his cock against her tight pussy walls, the shock. Blackness but
with stars. She gurgled stupidly as he withdrew and then plunged even
deeper. She shook her head but still no sound would come. Finally, guttural
sounds emanated from inside her that told the story.
"No! she screamed, the syllable carrying around the room for what seemed
like an age. She strained at the ropes, struggling to free herself from the
massive intrusion. She pulled at the knots around her wrists as the ropes
cut wickedly into her soft flesh. The harder she struggled, the more the
priest seemed to enjoy himself, reveling in her pain and discomfort as he
pushed into her slowly, ensuring she received every inch each time. He
continued for several minutes, each stroke beginning with his huge dome
just inside her vagina, then the full length of his shaft rammed into her
such that he slapped against her buttocks, then the slower withdrawal. The
look on Lauren's face however, did not change from one of terror and pain
that promised to cause her to slip into unconsciousness. A trickle of blood
flowed from her right wrist as the ropes dug deeper into her, the pain
irrelevant compared to that being inflicted by the priest.
Increasing his speed, he grabbed her stockinged thighs and ordered the
ropes be pulled tighter so that her bottom was suspended high off the
altar. Both Nikki and Rebecca screamed from behind their friend, impotent
with their own bonds, but sharing in the terrible pain that was being
inflicted on their young friend. Harder he lunged into her, spurred on by
the screams and cries of his bride. He smacked her thighs hard with the
palm of his hand, rhythmically with his stroking as he approached orgasm.
With a final shove, he pushed with all his might as he could as he came,
white cum spurting out over her inner thighs as he pumped away. He withdrew
quickly as Lauren gasped for breath. Cum was spread all over her red raw
pubic mound as she tried in vain to close her legs. She sobbed
uncontrollably, the pain between her legs excruciating. The fire wouldn't
go out, and the muscles in her legs and stomach felt as though she had run
fifty miles. Two the women from the congregation came up to her to inspect
the damage.
"Silly girl. You shouldn't have run like that. Now you'll be in trouble.
Eh?" said one of them, scowling at her. Lauren coughed and cried even more,
her world fast crashing down around her as she realised that this was
probably just the beginning. Two men went past her and stood in front of
Rebecca and Nikki.
"No, please don't!" shouted Nikki, twisting and turning as if practicing
ways of avoiding the blows that were sure to come. Desperation filled her
eyes as one of the men grabbed her robe and ripped it off her body. He
grabbed her between the legs and squeezed hard until she cried out in pain.
"Give me a hand with this one, she's pretty lively! he shouted. Two others
joined him, each one pulling a leg up into the air so that she swung from
her bonds as he opened his robe. They maneuvered her so that he could enter
her, splitting her legs wide apart. Without any preparation, he pushed
himself into her as she writhed on his cock, the pain from her vagina
almost equal to that in her limbs as she struggled, suspended from the
floor.
As the two men abused Nikki, the priest stood behind Rebecca, nodding at
the two women who had talked to Lauren. They knelt and grabbed Rebecca's
ankles while the priest oiled her buttocks, paying special attention to her
anus and vagina. Rebecca turned as far as she could to see what was
happening, only to have her worst nightmares confirmed as the priest
approached her shining buttocks with a whip.
"Now, my little convert, time to pay up for your disobedience!" he snarled,
raising the whip.
"Fuck you!" she shouted as the whip swished through the air onto her
buttocks. She jumped so high that the women lost control of her. She
continued to writhe for almost a minute within the confines of her bonds as
the pain seared through her.
"Hold her still!" he shouted.
Another swish and the whip landed in almost the same place as Rebecca cried
out in anguish. And then the blows rained freely, on her back, up between
her legs, over her shoulders as her struggling becoming less and less
animated. She cried bitterly, loudly, attracting Nikki's attention who
glanced across at her, a look of pain and sympathy on her face as each blow
struck home. Several minutes later, he stopped, exhausted, his thick cock
still poking out from inside his robe. The crowd had left their seats and
were watching the individual punishments. Some were touching the girls,
probing and teasing, making their lives as miserable as possible. Suzy was
tasting the cum that dribbled from Lauren's swollen vagina.
"OK, do what you want with them!" shouted the priest angrily. "Absolutely
anything!" He strode towards the rear door, disappearing out of sight.
Three men, including Karl, lowered the ropes that held Nikki's arms until
she could relax without running away again. Karl grabbed Suzy by the hand
and pulled her towards him, occasionally glancing at the rear door as he
hurried her round behind Nikki. He picked the whip up from the floor and
handed it to her.
"Let her have it if she moves, OK?"
"OK, hurry because I want to do a few things!" responded Suzy, feeling
Nikki's buttocks with her free hand. Nikki grimaced as she saw the whip and
felt the young girl sizing her up. She glanced over to Rebecca who hung
limply from the ropes, her head resting motionless on her shoulder. Almost
all her weight seemed to be supported through her arms as she swung
slightly in the darkened gloom. Lauren though had stopped crying and
received little attention except for the best man who didn't really seem to
know what to do next with her, so contented himself by rubbing his
half-erect cock over her little breasts.
Karl spread oil over Nikki's buttocks and between her legs, roughly
introducing his oily fingers into her vagina. He tried hard to introduce
the bottle of oil straight into her anus but gave up when he lost patience
with his efforts, deciding to grease up his fingers instead and ram them
into her. Nikki lurched forward against the ropes, trying in vain to escape
the intrusion. The older men rubbed the oil around her vagina, teasing her
pussy lips and clitoris with their old knarled fingers.
"Lower her this way!" commanded Karl from behind the little girl. Nikki
turned to see what was happening, her hands shaking as her legs appeared to
give way. She saw Suzy opening Karl's gown, pulling out his rigid cock as
he sat down on the floor. She pulled down on his foreskin, exposing his
purple knob, and tipped a little oil over it, rubbing it gently. The two
men guided Nikki down, spreading her legs wide open. Suddenly, Nikki
realised what was about to happen as Karl leant back on his arms and took
hold of his cock, trying to judge where he should sit for entry.
"No! Oh, please, no!" she shouted, writhing on the ropes as she sunk lower
and lower towards his stiff pole.
"Shut up, little slut" said one of the men.
"Shall I teach her another lesson?" asked Suzy.
"Do you need more punishment?" asked Karl, pulling back on Nikki's hair so
that she looked round at him.
"No, please, no more" she cried, tears once again running down her cheeks.
Karl's cock spread her cheeks apart as her head shot backwards. She
screamed as he guided his shaft into her anus and then nodded at Suzy. She
dropped the whip and straddled Nikki, facing her, slowly lowering herself
onto Nikki's lap.
A piercing scream filled the air. The best man looked up from his mundane
ministrations as Lauren turned to see what had happened. To her horror, she
saw Suzy caressing Nikki's breasts as she sat on her lap. Initially, she
was unaware of Karl underneath, but as he started to pump, and Nikki rose
to lessen the effect of his thrusting, Lauren saw the glint of his cock.
After several minutes, Karl pulled her hair back once again so that she lay
flat on top of his stomach. Suzy jumped off Nikki as one of the older men
took his position in front of her, guiding his cock into her greased pussy.
The sound from Nikki hardly changed as he started to pump away, his flesh
wobbling as the muscles in his body received some unexpected exercise.
Lauren's feelings turned from revulsion to panic as she realised that there
were no rules anymore. Simone seemed to have disappeared along with the
priest, and Suzy could no longer be counted on to assist them. With all
three of them tied up, hungry, frightened beyond belief and in pain, she
realised that she was unlikely to see her parents again. She closed her
eyes and sobbed quietly.
Suzy straddled Nikki's face so that she could see the old man pumping into
Nikki's vagina, each stroke parting her black pubic hair and banging into
her red raw buttocks. She tired of the view quickly, flipping round to
watch the look on Nikki and Karl's faces while she played with Nikki's
rounded breasts.
"I've got a present for you, little one" she said in a teasing tone.
Nikki opened her eyes and looked to her left then right, trying to see what
punishment was about to be administered to her. But it came from above, a
hot jet of urine from Suzy's little pussy lips that hit her face, causing a
searing pain as it splashed onto her injuries. Both girls screamed, Nikki
in excruciating pain while Suzy almost danced with glee, directing the hot
jet with her fingers, seeking out Nikki's mouth. The old man came
forcefully inside her, his rhythm interrupted as he slammed into her,
Nikki spluttered against the stream of piss, her eyes tightly closed again
as she struggled to find a way of keeping it from her mouth and nose.
"Hey, try it out!" laughed Karl as he pinched Nikki's nostrils together.
Nikki shook her head hard, trying to shake him off, but he held her tightly
and she was forced to breath through her mouth, swallowing mouthfuls of
Suzy's steaming urine. She coughed loudly, choking as she tried to breath
and swallow as the drenching continued.
"Up!" commanded Karl as the old man noisily withdrew his cock from her
swollen vagina. Suzy jumped off Nikki and helped to pull down on the ropes.
They hoisted Nikki off Karl's cock, her face screwed up tight in pain as
she got to her feet and her arms were raised higher and higher once again.
"I didn't come. I need to!" shouted Karl at the congregation. Some of them
smiled at his dilemma, though most of the continued to taunt the girls.
Rebecca appeared to be completely silent, swaying on the ropes, her legs
almost together and her full breasts steady against her chest. A trace of
blood trickled over her left buttock from a red raw mark across her lower
back.
"Why not wait `til Lauren's ceremony. You could have her after Father
Michael!" suggested Suzy, wiping herself on one of the robes on the floor.
"I wonder where he's gone?"
"Probably screwing Sister Winifred. She's so gorgeous!" said Karl.
"What, nicer than me?" asked Suzy, pouting.
"No, maybe not!" he said, tweaking her nipples. They walked over to the
food tables and ferreted around, loading their plates with meat and salad.
With their food in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, they made
their way back to the bench seats and sat down to eat and watch. An older
woman wandered across to the TV monitor and fiddled with the video player.
The screen showed snow once again, and then the interior of a bathroom.
Lauren lay on the altar, shaking from the fear of her unknown fate and the
falling temperature in the barn. She could see her breath now in the bright
candle light, and as she turned to look at the screen, she realised that
once again her trust had been betrayed. She hardly registered any shock
this time, more a quiet resignation that there was probably more film of
her engaged in sexual activities yet to come, more evidence that those she
had trusted - and loved - had only done so for their own amusement.
She saw Kristal enter the bathroom, and from the camera position up in the
ceiling could just see her turning on the taps and checking the temperature
of the water. The film cut to a shot of Kristal leading her into the
bathroom, and then showed her sitting down in the water between her legs.
Within minutes it seemed that she was between Kristal's legs, leaning back
on her lovely breasts, kissing passionately as the warm water swirled
around them.
End of Chapter 36
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (37-38/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 17:58:35 GMT
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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 37
It was almost half past one when the cars rounded the final bend and drove
slowly past the train station. The majority of houses were darkened and
Maurice slowed down to almost a crawl to ensure they didn't miss the
turning.
"Here! Here!" whispered Mike, pointing to his right. Maurice drove past,
looking for any signs of life, almost hitting the steep bank that formed
the edge of the field.
"It looks more like a farm than a house, not really what I had imagined."
said Maurice, searching for somewhere to turn the car.
"I'll jump out and get Jim. We can do the same again." said Mike, opening
the door.
"OK. Be careful"
The two boys crouched down by the bank on the side of the road, letting
their eyes adjust to the darkness.
"Looks like there's a long track up the house" whispered Jim. "We could go
up there, or go over the fields over there to the left"
"Let's go over the fields, just in case a car comes. There's no way off the
road because of the fencing"
"Fine, come on!" said Jim, hunched low as he swung athletically over the
barbed wire. He landed in long grass and patchy snow. A dog barked in the
distance as Mike joined him, the boys making their way quickly in a slight
circle towards the house. They looked back and could not longer see the
cars. To their right was an large chalet with a central front door. Mike
felt Jim grab his arm, and they stopped, lying low in the grass.
"I don't see any lights, except for that one right up there" said Jim,
pointing to the third floor of the house.
"Yeah, but we need to keep going. I get the feeling that this is the place"
They continued on the course staying in the shadows, until they were level
with the house and about fifty meters from it.
"Hey, there's a barn" said Mike.
"Yeah, you're right, and I see lights"
"I can hear music"
"Shit, this must be it. We need to get closer!"
They crept slowly towards the side of the barn, grimacing as they crunched
over the gravel driveway. Four or five cars were parked neatly beside the
barn and they offered some cover as the boys approached the windows.
"Oh fuck! Look. There's Nikki. Shit, she's tied up!" said Mike.
"We can't get them out on our own. Let's get back, quickly." said Jim,
pulling at his sleeve. They took in as many of the details as possible and
crawled back into the shadows. They backtracked towards the road, and were
back in Andre's car within five minutes.
"OK, I saw Nikki. She's tied up, and doesn't have any clothes on"
"I saw another older girl with ginger hair, also tied up. She wasn't
moving, though" added Jim.
"Rebecca! What about Lauren?" asked Maurice.
"I couldn't see her" replied Mike, shaking his head.
"How many people were in there?" asked Maurice, his face visibly pale in
the light from the car's instruments. He glanced at Andre.
"Not sure, but not many, maybe ten, twelve." replied Jim.
"What was happening?" asked Andre.
"She was crying, I think she was sitting on a man and I saw another girl
close by." said Jim.
"Mr Gisal?"
"Yes, Jim"
"I don't think we have much time"
Maurice looked at him for the first time that evening. "OK, here's what we
do" he said. He looked towards the house as he laid out his plan of attack.
Chapter 38
Lauren was brought back to the horror of the real world as the door creaked
behind her at the far end of the barn. She turned her head painfully to see
Simone appear in the gloom and head towards the altar.
"Ah, yes, the lovely Kristal." said Simone, watching the video. "She must
have seduced more girls than anyone I've ever known - including me!" she
smiled, trailing her fingers lightly from Lauren's head, over her breasts
and down between her legs. She pushed her middle finger into Lauren's
pussy, withdrew and brought it up to her mouth, tasting it with the tip of
her tongue. "Beautiful, I'll never forget the taste!"
"Simone, please let us go now. Please. We won't tell, I promise!" cried
Lauren, shaking once again, feeling the pain in her legs now her toes were
numb from lack of blood and the general cold of the night.
"I'm afraid, my little one, that you are right." said Simone, watching the
screen as Kristal washed her. Simone copied Kristal by pushing her finger
into Lauren's anus. "You're right. You won't tell anyone!" Lauren hardly
moved, her mind busily analysing Simone's words. The door creaked again.
"No!" said Nikki with what little energy she had left. Her eyes were fixed
on the priest and the small cushion that he carried in his right hand. The
knife once again glistened even in the dim red lights. He held the whip in
his other hand, upright and ready for action. The congregation fell silent,
their activities curtailed as he silently encouraged them back to their
seats. Rebecca hardly moved, registering very little of the new threat to
her as she dangled painfully from the ropes, her feet trailing behind her.
Her skin was pale, cold no doubt, but a sickly colour that indicated more
than a drop in external temperature. The shape of her young breasts was
marred by her ruined hair that hung lifelessly from her head, obscuring the
nipples. Lauren twisted round to see the priest and noticed, as he rattled
the whip between Rebecca's legs, that she too had defecated.
"Dirty Bitch. You'll clean that all up later!" he snarled, heading straight
for Lauren. "Ladies and Gentlemen!" said the priest, smiling at the
congregation. "Lauren stated this evening that she wishes to join our
church. That she shall do, forever. She will join us for all eternity by
allowing her soul to join all those others who cannot be with us today!" he
said in a sing-song voice, skipping over the syllables as he played with
the words. Lauren needed to hear no more to comprehend her situation.
"Oh, please! Oh, Jesus, please no!" she shouted, twisting and turning,
trying to find sympathy in the crowd of on-lookers. She jerked against the
ropes that held her feet up in the air, hoping to shake them loose somehow.
She strained at the bonds that held her arms outstretched until the ropes
again cut into her wrists. She could feel them stinging as they bit into
her raw flesh, her eyes now fixed on the knife that was balanced carefully
on the cushion as the Priest stood to her left.
"Enough preparation!" said the Priest above Lauren's screams. "Just look at
you in this film, you look like you really enjoyed Kristal" he said,
watching as she turned Lauren round and pushed a soapy finger into her
anus.
"Please, let us go. Please sir!" pleaded Lauren, her face contorted with
fear as she desperately struggled to free herself.
"Sister Winifred, friends, let's all take out positions" he said. The crowd
gathered round the altar, obscuring Lauren's view of Nikki and Rebecca. The
two old women began to remove the priests robe, again unbuttoning it from
the bottom upwards. They took their time, making sure he enjoyed it as they
ran their hands over his legs. They were clearly delighted, giggling like
schoolgirls, as his cock began to poke out from beneath the material, the
heavy round head bobbing up and down is it gained in girth.
Simone was being similarly prepared by the older men, who pulled at the
belt around her silky kimono, letting the two sides fall apart to reveal
her silken thighs and neatly trimmed black pubic hair. They rose to their
feet slowly, taking the kimono over her shoulders, leaving her naked at
Lauren's head. Karl and Suzy took their places either side of her,
disrobing as well so that all three of their firm, aroused young bodies
were at Lauren's head. She looked around wildly, pleading for her life,
desperate to find a friend amongst the congregation. She now realised that
Nikki had been correct in identifying Simone as the girl Jane in the film
she had found in the hotel, correct in her prediction about the ending, and
tragically correct about the danger that this girl posed to them all.
Karl's cock pointed directly at her left cheek, while she could see Suzy's
little pussy at about eye level to her right, the shape of the lips of her
pussy quite clear, covered only by the lightest of downy hair around the
upper part of her lips and above her clitoris.
"Yes, Lauren, you could have had more of me, if you had been a better
girl!" she said, clearly aware that Lauren was looking between her legs.
"Your soul for the church!" said Simone. "Your soul for the church" she
repeated, looking up at the congregation. They joined the chant, their
enthusiasm increasing as more and more people took up the rhythm.
Simone climbed onto the lower bale of straw, her magnificent body, her firm
breasts, her moist pussy all within view as the two older women took hold
of the priests stiff cock and guided it once more towards Lauren's vagina.
Lauren saw a gold bucket, it's handles twinkling in the light, being passed
around the crowd, to be finally placed by the side of the altar. She looked
down to see a dark liquid in the bottom, swirling around in the bottom like
runny treacle. Karl poured a little into a golden chalice and stood up,
offering the bowl to Simone.
The party continued with their chant, "Your soul for the church!" The
priest started to move backwards and forwards in time with their words, his
cock edging along Lauren's inner thighs as he neared his target. Simone
took the chalice in two hands and offered it upwards. As she lowered it,
she poured the red liquid over Lauren, starting at her cheeks, and moving
downwards over her breasts, stomach and finally over her thighs. If Lauren
had had the power of rational thought, she would have found it strange that
the blood was still warm. All she could manage was to recognise the liquid
because of its smell, and feel her stomach turn somersaults in disgust as
she involuntarily tried to vomit.
"Your soul for the church, Your soul for the church!"
The tip of the priest's cock touched her bloody inner lips as someone
tipped a generous amount of Baby Oil over his shaft and along Lauren's
reddened pussy. Her shrieks were clearly beginning to irritate the priest
and could be heard easily above the rhythmic chanting of the others. He
withdrew and ran his finger over her pubic mound to pick up some of the
excess oil. He forcefully pushed two fingers into her anus, withdrew and
pushed again, delighting at the gasp and the end of her defiance. Lauren
felt dizzy as her mind tried desperately to work out some kind of escape
route while blotting out the assault on her body and her final moments in
the world. The priest nodded at Simone. The crowd were silent.
"Brethren, tonight we have another young girl who wishes to immortalise our
movement." said Simone as the best man offered her the knife resting on the
cushion. She clutched the jeweled handle, turning it in her hand with
admiration. "Let us wish her well, and confirm our belief that we will see
her again on the other side." Simone raised the knife in both hands as
Lauren screamed, her voice giving way to a loud croak. Simone took a deep
breath.
"No, take me instead!" shouted another voice from inside the barn. Simone
stopped, looked over the heads of the congregation in the direction of the
other two girls.
"Who was that?" she demanded.
"Me, do it to me!" cried Nikki, straining at the ropes. "I want you all to
fuck me, now, tonight, then do it to me! Please, just let her go!" she
shouted defiantly.
Simone turned back to the congregation, looked at the priest and then back
at the others around her. Suzy smiled, looking at Karl.
"What about both?" asked Simone.
"Are you crazy?" asked one of the older men. "One is difficult enough!"
"Yeah, why any at all?" said the Priest, slowly pushing deeper into Lauren.
"Why do we have to do this again. We could just use them and then dump them
drugged up?"
"Look, we've been through this before!" said Simone irritably, stroking
Lauren's cheeks with the knife.
"How about we finish using them all, then dispose of this one, and then go
home?" asked one of the women.
"Hey, let's get this straight. This is the ultimate ceremony. It's the will
of the church, and the order of service is pre-defined!" she said tersely.
"Now, two of them can be dumped later. Which one do we use now?"
Conversations developed between members of the congregation, much to the
bewilderment and pain of Lauren. She cried, sobbing and sniffing as they
casually debated her future. Periodically, one or two of them would turn
round and examine Nikki, sometimes Rebecca, balancing their relative merits
as they tried to arrive at a decision.
"OK, I've heard enough. We'll proceed on the path that fate has already
defined for us." She returned to her position behind and above Lauren,
giving her a perfect view of her vagina, now opened to reveal her glinting
clitoris and the wonderful folds of her inner pussy. "Your soul for the
church! Your soul for the church!" she shouted enthusiastically, waving her
arms in encouragement. They picked up the chant once again, the volume
rising along with the pitch as the service drew towards its climax.
The priest pushed hard into her, splitting her once more as his cock
invaded, pushing the sides of her vagina further than ever before. Lauren
arched her back, the blood running in different directions as she raised
her chest towards Simone, closer to the brightly jeweled dagger that
pointed menacingly down at her young body. Cramp had set in to her splayed
legs, making her squirm in agony as she tried to relax her muscles. She
focused on the bright knife, marveling at how clean and shiny it was as she
suddenly became aware of the runny filth that was oozing out of her anus,
unstoppable as it took its warm course between the cheeks of her bottom and
over her white stockings and the sheet below.
Lauren dearly hoped she would faint, hoped that maybe the ceiling would
fall on top of her, anything to blank out the unimaginable pain she was
about to experience as Simone steadied herself for the fatal plunge. She
almost laughed as she realised that far from seeing her life fly past as
she might have imagined, she was admiring the bobbing movement of Simone's
breasts against the red and white lights that shone down from above. The
beginning of the end came swiftly, as the sound of the crowd grew, their
shouts, chants and cat-calls became louder. She suspected that some of them
had jumped up onto the benches to get a better look as one or two of them
seemed to fall off, knocking the priest and causing him to plunge all the
way inside her. The ropes around her ankles dug into her skin, restricting
her movement as the full weight of the man pushed against her. She screamed
at the pain, the total pain, that blotted out every other sense that might
have been working at the time.
But something had disturbed the congregation and they seemed to be
dispersing, but not in an orderly fashion. She felt the priest pull out
quickly. She could hear shouting, raised, angry voices that drowned out the
remainder of the chanting. She heard footsteps, people running. She saw the
knife fall to the floor just as the television went crashing over. She felt
alone, abandoned as people ran around her, then she heard her name, shouted
by a familiar voice.
"Lori? Lori, where are you?"
"Here! I'm here! Help, oh for fuck's sake help!" she cried.
Lauren recognised the shape of his curly hair against the lights in the
barn. She cried with joy, flinching when she remembered how she looked, the
smell, the ropes and her injuries.
"Lori, is this you?" asked Jim, incredulously.
"Please, just take me out of here, hurry for fuck's sake!" she pleaded, her
head darting from side to side as she searched for any evidence of the
priest or Simone.
Jim pulled at the knots, undoing her ankles carefully. She heard her father
somewhere in the distance, shouting loudly, swearing she thought at someone
in the back of the barn. The voice of her brother was also somewhere,
shouting obscenities at the church- goers. The music played on, masking
some of the shouts and crashes as fighting broke out around the girls.
"Oh, Jim, please hurry! Don't let them kill us!" She turned to see Nikki's
father cutting her down from the ceiling and covering her in his raincoat.
She looked around wildly, trying to prepare for any attempt to stop their
escape. Jim bent down to undo the ropes around Lauren's wrists, her legs
now flat on the altar.
"Lori, look out!" shouted Nikki. Lauren turned at the same time as Jim and
saw the flash of the knife. Naked, Simone ran towards her, the knife held
above her head, the red lights gleaming in her face. The blade descended as
if in slow motion, towards her chest. Jim sprung up, raising his hand to
intercept the knife, pushing her off balance so that it missed Lauren but
skewered his hand to the straw bale. In anger, he kicked Simone full in the
groin, sending her tumbling backwards, knocking into the candle holders.
One fell with a ringing noise, knocking into another. She crawled into the
gloom and through the back stairs, screaming in pain as she clutched
herself between her legs.
"Pull the goddamn knife out, quickly!" he shouted at Lauren, his eyes
rolling in his head as the pain set in. She leant down and took hold of the
handle, pulling it quickly upwards. He leaned back against the altar, his
face a ghostly white as he wrapped a handkerchief around his wound.
Unsteadily, he made his way round to the other side to undo the final knot.
Looking around all the time for further attackers, he ripped a cloth off
the food table and draped it around Lauren, pulling her up so that she was
supported by his right arm.
Nikki was already out through the door in her father's arms as Lauren and
Jim picked their way through the splintered wood. Lauren's legs refused to
work properly and she stumbled regularly. Smoke was now billowing up from
the straw bales where the candles had set them alight. Lauren could just
see the shattered door, crumpled under the force of the car they had used
as a battering ram. The radiator hissed loudly as she threaded her way
along the side of the wreckage, Jim's arm holding her tight.
"Rebecca, don't forget her" she sobbed, retching violently as the cold
night air took her breath away. Her father was right behind her, looking
around the smoke-filled barn.
"Lori, are you OK?" he said, adjusting the cloth to cover her breasts.
"I'm OK, Rebecca's over there. They want to kill everyone!"
"God, you look terrible. Can you walk OK? The car's nearby!" he said, the
anger and concern scarcely concealed by the billowing smoke. Jim cursed as
the fire spread rapidly and flames lapped around the door.
"For God's sake, I'm OK! Rebecca. Make sure she's OK too!" she croaked as
the world spun round. She saw the ground coming towards her rapidly as
blood rushed to her head, and felt strong arms around her as her world
blacked out.
Back in the barn, the crackle of the fire competed with the music. Mike
managed to cut down Rebecca. She lay where she had fallen with the ropes
over her battered body. He tried in vain to pick her up, but resorted to
pulling her by her arms to the shattered doors, ignoring her cries as
splinters of wood dug into her body. With less than two metres to go, the
best man appeared with a broken wine bottle, threatening him menacingly as
he crouched in front of him, half-naked except for his open robe.
He was young but had slow reactions and no idea about using a bottle as a
weapon. Mike side-stepped an attempt to slash his face and kicked at his
hand, causing the bottle to fly into the air. He parried a punch to his
face and grabbed hold of the little boy's hair, pulling him to the ground
before letting go and kicking him hard in the jaw. Mike gathered up Rebecca
and pulled her again, struggling to get her through the gap in the blazing
doors. He pulled harder, the unconscious girl scraping against the jagged
wood as he tried to maneuver her weight. He coughed harshly as the smoke
that had filled the ceiling slowly descended, blocking out the light. Mike
realised that their attempts were futile, and that he neither the time nor
the strength to get the girl through the opening in the huge black doors.
He turned round, leaving Rebecca on the floor, and raced towards the other
end of the barn. The rear door opened easily to reveal a blackened
passageway. The air smelled sweeter that in the barn and a slight fraught
registered on his face. His concern about finding people lurking in the
darkness was overshadowed by his need to get Rebecca and himself out of the
blazing barn and to safety. He ran back to Rebecca and picked her up with
new-found strength.
Picking his way cautiously between the burning bales of hay and the
smoldering furniture, he carried the naked girl into the passageway and
shut the door, gasping for breath in the blackness of his surroundings.
Creaking from the joists added to his fear and expectation that he would be
attacked at any minute, assaulted by an invisible assailant, unable to
defend himself. With his left hand, he inched his way along the passage,
feeling the featureless wooden walls. The cobbled floor gave way after a
few meters to concrete, and he continued slowly, buoyed by the success of
his escape from the blaze.
Suddenly, he encountered a step in the floor and plunged headfirst onto the
floor. He failed to protect Rebecca from the fall and she banged her head
loudly on the ground as she fell from his arms. He held his knee as the
pain seared through his body as he cursed his stupidity for failing to
think about steps. Squeaking mice scurried over his feet, panicked by the
smoke and flames. making his skin crawl as he thought what else might be
lurking down there. Leaving Rebecca on the ground, he followed the
passageway again, finding two more steps and then a doorway. He ran his
hands over the wood, finding at last the catch. He pushed hard and was
rewarded by the smell of fresh air and the sight of the stars above. He
returned to the darkness, scooped the naked girl back up and left the barn,
making his way back round to the front, still watchful in case of further
attacks.
As he rounded the back of the barn, he laid Rebecca on the ground away from
the blazing barn and looked towards the house. He could see his sister and
the others on the driveway, heading for the car. He picked her up carefully
and made his way towards them.
End of Chapter 38
Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (39/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
From: Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com>
Date: 20 Jul 1997 17:57:02 GMT
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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
-- CJ
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