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Lauren Gisal Volume Two 
 
The following fiction portrays events that will be considered 
offensive to some people. 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, or if you are considered a minor in your country, then 
delete this file. 
 
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material on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it 
is credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.  
 
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criticism is welcomed. 

Chapter 45 
 
Four days later, Lauren was fit enough to bathe and feed herself.  
She could walk around the house unaided, but always made sure  
she was within striking distance of something to hold onto if she  
became dizzy. She ventured out onto the remains of the patio,  
peering down into the rounded hole that had been the pool. The  
familiar heat remained, but the soothing waters had vanished. She  
sat in her shorts and T-Shirt on the lounger and surveyed her  
bruised limbs and the scene of damage. Without knowing anything  
about ordinance and explosives, she concluded that the pool had  
taken a direct hit. That had probably saved them, for another ten  
feet nearer the house would have been a completely different  
outcome. In the late afternoon, they decided to venture out of the  
house and walked cautiously down the road towards Boquette. 
 
Traffic was minimal, but some private cars and a few farm vehicles  
passed them, reassuring the children by their presence and by the  
fact that while they were still loaded with refugees and possessions,  
there appeared to be an orderly manner about their flight. Lauren  
looked nervously around her as they passed the first crossroads,  
watching for soldiers.  
 
Over the six days since the attack she had frequently revisited her  
ordeal, analysing it from every perspective to see what she could  
have done differently. Emma's ability to laugh off the bomb  
annoyed her as it interfered with her reasoning for remaining as  
quiet as possible during the rape. The day before, she had  
considered narrating to Emma those early morning hours, her  
embarrassment, her fears for the children and the pain she had  
endured, arms stretched out, legs tethered on the wooden piano  
stool. Finally, she decided that there was little to be gained by  
reopening the issue except her own satisfaction and so she tried  
hard to adopt the same attitude as the others. Both Emma and  
Jamie seemed to walk with a spring in their step and laughter in  
their voices as she trailed behind. 
 
"Hey, we've gone far enough I think!" said Jamie, turning around to  
face the others. "Back to the house, and get the car, eh?" 
 
"Yeah, the place is really quiet!" said Emma. 
 
"I'm not sure, perhaps a few more minutes until we see Boquette  
town center?" 
 
"No, come on, let's grab the car and then get to a phone" said  
Jamie, taking the lead in the opposite direction. 
 
Lauren glumly followed, shuffling back to the house and hauling  
herself painfully into the driving seat. They traveled in silence,  
looking at everything that moved, checking side streets for activity  
that might alert them to soldiers or other danger. After a thirty  
minute queue for the phone in the Post Office Lauren dialed her  
parents in Switzerland without a thought for the time in Europe. A  
recorded message in Spanish greeted every attempt she made.  
Handing the phone to Jamie, she watched as his face betrayed the  
problem. 
 
"All international lines are busy. Please try later." he said, offering  
her the handset. "Shit." said Lauren. A flash of inspiration made her  
smile. "Look up the Swiss Embassy in San Falino!" They thumbed  
through the directory, oblivious to the stares and scowls from those  
behind them in the queue. She spoke rapidly to the woman on the  
other end, explaining she was Swiss and needed to inform her  
parents that she was safe. She gave them their number in Andelberg  
and grinned broadly as she replaced the phone. 
 
"OK?" asked Jamie. 
 
"Yeah! Wow, that feels so good - to talk to someone from  
Switzerland. They even sounded like they came from around our  
way." Her thoughts were suddenly thousands of miles away, across  
the Atlantic, over France and tumbling down the white-capped  
mountains of the Jungfrau. Even the jostling of the crowd failed to  
bring her back as she clung to the happy scene, her parents and  
brother sitting at the dining room table eating Sunday lunch. 
 
The return journey was uneventful. Jamie read the local paper,  
paraphrasing some of the articles that suggested that the fight  
between the Nationalists and Government troops had only just  
begun. 
 
To their delight, they heard the sound of the fridge gurgling noisily  
as they entered the front door. Jamie opened the fuse box and reset  
most of the breakers, earning a cheer each time something of  
interest came to life. After tea and hot baths all round, they met in  
the kitchen to decide what to do next. Lauren set out her plan -  
conceived three minutes before they sat down - suggesting they  
drive to San Falino and wait for evacuation to Switzerland. Jamie  
agreed, but thought train would be safer so that they blended in  
more easily. 
 
Emma sat on her seat, arms wrapped around her knees pulled tight  
up against her chest. Lauren recognised her mood.  
Uncommunicative, sultry to the point of stubbornness. The little girl  
emerging in the suddenly adult world. Eventually, Lauren coaxed  
out of her that she really didn't care what happened. Compromise  
was reached quickly, and the children decided that Jamie's idea was  
the safest, and so at around ten o'clock the next morning, they shut  
the house once again and drove down to the station, parking the car  
in a side street. Jamie removed the distributor arm and stuffed it in  
his pocket, pleased to demonstrate his knowledge of the workings  
of a car. With one large suitcase each, they trudged to the station  
foyer, purchased single tickets to the capital and crossed the old  
rusted iron bridge to the other side. The sun shone mercilessly once  
again. Her T-Shirt was damp with sweat even though she had  
untucked it from her shorts. Emma and Jamie fared similarly, Emma  
complaining regularly of the heat and asking why they had to leave  
at all. Lauren had known the answer to the question the previous  
evening, but it escaped her now. 
 
An hour later, and forty minutes late, the great grey hulk of the  
train pulled into the station, steam billowing from the mighty  
pistons. Lauren felt the heat of the massive boiler on her face as it  
passed her, the stack spewing clouds of dark smoke that wafted  
down towards the platform. She was reminded of the film where  
someone ran alongside a steam train, waving good-bye  
romantically. Casablanca, she thought, but maybe not. Certainly  
black and white. The carriages squealed to a halt, juddering along  
their length. Soldiers dropped to the platform, standing guard and  
passengers and troops disembarked. Lauren averted her gaze,  
dreading recognition by one of the soldiers who had featured in her  
ordeal, hustling Jamie and Emma aboard. 
 
The three children clambered in and walked along the carriage,  
taking the first compartment that was empty. Jamie pushed their  
suitcases onto the overhead rack and they slumped onto the seats,  
smiling broadly that they had so far been successful. Almost  
immediately they heard the whistle from the guards and shouting  
from the platform. The train shuddered again as the huge wheels  
turned, pulling out of Boquette and headed southwards. 
 
"Does it always go this slow?" asked Lauren. 
 
"Yep, about twenty miles an hour. This engine is probably imported  
from Europe when they electrified." 
 
Lauren was pleased they had a compartment to themselves. It could  
seat about eight she thought, and maybe they would have to let  
others in as they got closer to the capital, but the privacy was  
appreciated. She stood and pulled down the blinds to the corridor  
before standing on the seat and reaching into her suitcase for a can  
of fizzy orange. She sat opposite Emma and Jamie with her back to  
the engine, watching as the ramshackle houses disappeared in the  
distance. The railway track was strewn with debris - not from  
military action, but old oil drums, bottles, litter, domestic rubbish  
and parts of old cars. The junk has discoloured, turning a more  
complete grey with the passing of each train. Houses jostled for  
position against the tracks, squalid two floor tenements with access  
to the top floor by rickety staircases. Paint peeled around the  
window frames, creating jagged edges, cutting the dim light that  
shone hopefully from within.  
 
Occasionally, children waved, foraging in the muck, accompanied  
by thin dogs or huge mothers, barefoot, dirty. Ringing bells rose to  
a crescendo as they rattled over a crossing. Lauren watched the  
cars lined up waiting along the street, water flowing along the  
gutter as pedestrians stumbled around the potholes. The stench of  
the sewer greeted her head-on, making her shudder. 
 
She lowered the window slightly, the heat of the day oppressive.  
She smiled at Emma, watching as she wafted the draught under her  
T-Shirt. Lauren glanced from her stomach down at her skirt,  
horrified as she caught herself leaning her head to one side to sneak  
a look between her legs. The slim, sleek shins glinted in the light  
and Lauren recognised the shot that ran through her, a welcome  
visitor and one she had missed for over a week. Sex had been the  
furthest thing from her mind since her ordeal. Masturbation had not  
even figured in her daily itinerary, and so the feeling inside as she  
now turned her attention to Jamie gave her confidence that she was  
mending satisfactorily.  
 
The door rattled as the conductor entered, his belt laden with  
machinery for issuing, stamping and printing tickets, change  
holders, timetables, keys, a torch and a gun. He was tall,  
overweight certainly, looked sweaty, old - at least forty by Lauren's  
reckoning. His thick, black hair might have been cut sometime in  
the past year, but it was debatable. His eyebrows curled at the ends  
giving him a sinister look. Lauren reached in her shorts and his gaze  
followed. She offered him the three tickets as he spoke quickly.  
Lauren was sure he had asked where they were going, but to be  
certain she smiled at Emma, silently asking for the translation. 
 
"San Falino" said Emma. He took each ticket in turn, gazing a little  
too much at her legs for Lauren's liking. Turning his attention to  
Emma, he smiled and sat next to her. A sickness was born in  
Lauren's stomach as she watched Emma's face change from humor  
and happiness to concern and fear. The man's eyes seemed fixed on  
her young breasts, not like a connoisseur but rather as though he  
had never been quite so close to a girl before. He examined Jamie's  
ticket, grunted and stood, walking towards the door.  
 
Lauren breathed a sigh of relief. Her mother's words of caution  
echoed once again. 'Never get into a single compartment, you're  
trapped' she would say each time she had taken the train to  
Interlaken or Thun. And each time, she and Nikki would do just  
that, blinds down, misbehaving in between stations, singing at the  
tops of the voices. During those occasions when their relationship  
was intimate, she recalled their loving between stops, time enough  
to remove their knickers after the first station. Time enough to  
spend the interludes between later stops engaged in mutual oral sex  
to the rhythm of the wheels, their clothing bunched up at head and  
toe to reveal their young breasts and bright white trainers. They had  
always been lucky. 
 
Lauren focused again on the landscape, pleased that the little  
houses had given way to countryside. A squeal from Emma brought  
her thoughts back inside. Emma scrambled back towards her  
brother, away from the door, away from the outstretched hand. 
 
"It's OK, I'm not going to hurt you." the guard said quietly. He sat  
beside her as she pushed back against her brother's chest. 
 
"Go away!" she commanded, her eyes fearful, tracking his hands. 
 
"Hey, stop this!" said Jamie, anger evident in his voice. The guard  
took no notice of Jamie, touching her knee as though it was hot and  
might burn his fingers. He smiled, pleased with his new-found  
conquest. His hand slipped up her thigh as she leapt up in the  
middle of the carriage, shaking him off, sneering as though a dog  
had accidentally urinated on her. "Go on, get out!" shouted Jamie,  
pointing to the door. Lauren watched their faces intently. 
 
"No, I have sex with this girl." said the old man gruffly. His mood  
changed slightly, irritation setting in as though she was a prize to  
which he had every right. "Sit!" Emma and Jamie slowly returned to  
their side of the carriage. He moved towards Lauren, watching the  
others closely. "Take it out" he commanded, nodding at her and  
then his groin. 
 
Lauren glared at him, her chin shuddering from the onset of tears.  
She felt her sphincter tighten, anger and adrenaline surging through  
her tense body. Her eyes darted from his groin to his holster and  
back again. She shook her head, whimpering. 
 
"No, I can't" 
 
"Do it!" he shouted. Turning to Jamie he snarled "You, take her  
shorts down!" as Emma again backed up against her brother, her  
thin legs and the flash of white knicker from within her shorts  
affecting the old man visibly. He giggled, eyes widening with  
childish awe as he stood in front of Lauren and pointed to his zip.  
Lauren remained motionless, turning to stare out of the window,  
her peripheral vision acutely aware of his proximity. Slowly, he  
reached down to his side and withdrew his gun. It shook slightly in  
his hand and he seemed to need both hands and all his concentration  
to control it. 
 
Lauren watched her hand extend towards the old man in absolute  
disbelief. Pure misery enveloped her like a damp mist. She reached  
out and found the tag of his zipper, sniffed wetly and pulled it  
down. She looked up from his grey underpants and into his dim  
eyes, then across to Emma. The guard followed her lead, glaring at  
Jamie until he slipped to the floor and began to tug at his sister's  
shorts. Emma squealed, squirming on the seat, freezing suddenly as  
the gun waved in front of her face. Jamie slipped her shorts down  
over her knees, the indentation of her pussy clearly defined  
underneath her thin, cream- coloured knickers.  
 
"Open you legs, let me see you pussy, little girl!" he sneered, now  
waving the gun back at Lauren. Emma's young legs stretched,  
falling flat against the seat with the suppleness of youth. Lauren  
undid the button securing his trousers and flicked it, watching with  
dismay as the rest of his underpants were revealed. The trousers  
bunched at his feet and he carefully stepped out, waiting for  
Lauren's hand to slip under his underpants and find his rigid cock. 
 
"Now her knickers, take them off! Want to see her little pussy!" he  
said with glee. 
 
"No! No, don't!" Emma screamed, her hands tight between her  
thighs, covering her vagina as she frantically looked at the others  
for assistance and support. Lauren stopped, wondering if the noise  
might have alerted other passengers, soldiers even, who could have  
offered help. But the relentless clanking of the train as it ambled on  
to San Falino merely marked out their path to misery. The guard  
giggled, his breathing short and irregular. 
 
"You!" he snorted, glaring at Lauren. She touched his cock, warm,  
solid, wet at the end from his excitement. He nodded at her; she  
slowly obliged and he stepped from his underpants, waving the gun  
at Jamie to signal that he should get on with his wishes. Jamie was  
shaking, anger turning to rage as he slipped his fingers into the  
elastic of his sister's knickers and pulled down along her legs. The  
little slit was almost hairless, unyielding of its treasure, closed to  
traffic. Emma sobbed quietly, legs tight together once again, pure  
venom in her eyes as she watched his every move. 
 
The guard stood there, dumbstruck at the sight. Lauren wondered  
what he had expected, and if there was any possibility now that he  
would decide that Emma was too young. But slowly, he returned to  
reality and pulled Lauren to the other seats so that both she and  
Jamie were either side of his little victim. 
 
"Get her wet" he said, smiling at Jamie. "Use your tongue on her!"  
Lauren was convinced that almost all his conversation came from  
men's magazines, its predictability and lack of genuine emotion  
grating against Lauren's senses. He grabbed Jamie by the hair and  
pushed him against the seat so that his face rested inches from the  
little girl's vagina. "Part her legs and lick!" he shouted, the gun  
again wobbling in the air.  
 
"No, please don't make him, please!" sniffed Emma. 
 
"Look, she's only thirteen!" said Jamie. 
 
"Shut up, you. Get on with it!" 
 
Jamie slid forward between her legs, his tongue extending until the  
tip touched her labia. Emma inhaled sharply, her head now back  
against the seat, eyes fluttering closed. Jamie licked, generating  
saliva and dribbling it over her pussy lips.  
 
Lauren watched as the old guard peered over Jamie's shoulder,  
stroking his raging cock as he saw the young boy's tongue  
disappear between her secret folds. She wondered if he might come  
before he entered her, giving a possible way out and saving Emma  
from the battering that she would otherwise receive. Lauren  
grimaced as Emma gripped her thighs, pulling her legs further apart  
as her brother flicked around, teasing slowly as her labia parted,  
swelled and rejoiced. Suddenly, she had a wonderful idea, and,  
reaching forward, took hold of the man's cock, pulling him towards  
her and away from Emma. She wet her lips and lowered her head  
towards his cock, looking into his eyes as she licked slowly along  
his shaft with as much lust as possible. 
 
He groaned with pleasure, watching Lauren's head bob up and  
down while her hand wrapped around the base of his cock. She  
almost gagged at the smell and the reminder, as if any was required,  
of her ordeal at the hands of the soldiers. Snippets of information  
flicked through her mind, filling gaps in her memory, seizing her  
attention so vividly that she faltered. The guard pushed her back to  
her seat and turned again to Emma. 
 
"OK, that's enough." He moved between her legs, grabbing behind  
her knees and pulling up so that her trainers rested flat on the seat  
and her pussy was over the edge.  
 
"No! Leave me alone!" shrieked Emma, her hands covering her  
vagina. 
 
"Shut up, little girl! You!" he shouted, indicating Jamie, "You sit  
the other side and hold her still!" he said as he balanced against the  
motion of the train. With his gun in his right hand on the back of  
the seat, he felt along Emma's thighs, his rough old fingers sampling  
the angelic softness of her skin. Crudely, he pushed her hands aside  
and grabbed her pubic mound, cupping it, sliding his fingers  
between her inner lips and rummaging around. He giggled once  
again. 
 
"Now, you, hold my cock and guide it in" he said to Lauren. She  
slowly obliged, shaking her head in protest, her attention split  
between the gun and his weapon as it neared Emma's vagina. He  
groaned quietly, fascinated as the tip of his cock pushed the lips of  
her vagina out of its path. "Good, now hold her legs. Tight, mind  
you! Right up high!" 
 
Her pussy was far from ready, the little labia tight with only the  
slightest indication of arousal. He pushed experimentally into  
Emma, his thick cock disappearing, veins proud and throbbing as he  
began to stroke in half way and out again. Emma screamed, truly in  
pain. Lauren rested her head against her shoulder, consoling her as  
she gripped her thigh tightly. She could see the man's cock  
emerging and re-entering, slick with Jamie's saliva and red from the  
tight grip of Emma's vagina. Occasionally, his cock fell out of the  
youngster, revealing the angry red knob and the foreskin stretched  
right back along his length. Lauren looked up, noting that Jamie  
was also entranced by the sight of the punishment his sister was  
receiving. Lauren felt fingers digging into her shoulders as Emma  
tried to stifle the pain. The seat squeaked in time with the guard as  
his pace increased and Emma's face contorted, mouth open from  
the pain inflicted by a man four or maybe five times her age. 
 
"No, please, stop!" screamed Emma, her eyes screwed up in pain  
and her body shaking. "For Christ's sake, stop!" 
 
"Shut up!" he sneered in between breaths. "Oh yes, that's it, hold  
her legs right up high, I'm coming!" He pushed furiously into her,  
battering her pubic mound as his stomach and thighs squashed her  
delicate frame. Emma's feet now touched the back of the seat, held  
in place by the Jamie and Lauren, breasts squashed against her  
knees. Her pussy pointed towards the ceiling, skewered by his fat  
cock to the rhythm of the track. He now penetrated her fully,  
irregularly, unable to pace or control himself, the gun still wobbling  
above them. He made a feeble attempt to push a finger into her  
anus but failed as his orgasm began the steady climb to satisfaction.  
Pausing, he tried to calm himself, watching the baby-like pussy lips  
following his shaft as it moved fractions of an inch up and down.  
Evidently he realised that he was out of control as he battered her  
once again, his face registering total surprise as he pushed himself  
way over the edge and into oblivion. 
 
"Ah! Yes, Oh God, that's it!" he groaned, pausing briefly before  
slowly pumping again. His cock emerged each time with a trail of  
his seed, and each thrust pushed more out between her lips. He  
continued pumping for what seemed like an age and the rage  
building inside Lauren was about to erupt into protest when he  
finally withdrew and slumped on the opposite seat, his erection  
rapidly subsiding. Smiling inanely to himself, he reached down to  
the floor and picked up Emma's knickers, wiping his sweaty brow  
and slick cock before throwing them over to her. Emma cried  
loudly, fighting nausea as she slowly lowered her legs. Her red-raw  
pussy was covered in his cum, a sheen of his relief smeared over her  
thin thighs. She slowly curled up, turning huddled in a ball against  
Lauren, sobbing and shaking. Lauren held her tight, glaring,  
mouthing silent words while the old man gathered his underpants  
and returned his gun to the holster. 
 
He dressed quickly, unlocked the door and, after looking both ways  
along the corridor, left without a word.  
 
"Hey, there there. It's over" said Lauren, rocking her gently. She  
wrapped her arms around Emma, smoothing her hair from her  
puffed-up eyes, watching the little girl's mouth billowing in her fight  
against nausea. Lauren looked up and caught Jamie's eye. He  
looked dumbfounded, embarrassed. "Hey, there's nothing you could  
have done. He had the gun!" she said, returning her attention to  
Emma. 
 
Jamie was silent, shaking his head, glancing occasionally at his  
sister. He stood, opened a suitcase and found some clean  
underwear for her. Handing the knickers to Lauren, he turned his  
back as the little girl wiped herself on her dirty underwear and  
absently dressed. She touched his arm as she cuddled up against  
Lauren once again and laid her head in her lap. 
 
"It's OK." she sobbed, "It's OK". Jamie shrugged and sat down  
once again, moved by the occasion and awkward in his inability to  
assist. Lauren avoided his stare, consumed in her pity for the girl  
and terror of what the next hours might bring. It occurred to her  
momentarily that Jamie might blame her for failing to protect his  
sister. She looked up to see him staring out of the window. No  
wiser, she returned her attention to Emma's blonde hair, consoling  
her, praying that the sobbing would subside. The smell of the man  
lingered, that unwashed, fishy smell that she remembered from  
boyfriends of years past. A young boy in particular. Maybe called  
Jules, or Jacques. She could see him, pictured on his bed. She had  
no idea how she had been persuaded to go there, but she had and  
he had assumed that she was visiting for sex and nothing else. 
 
He had groped her and more out of curiosity, she had pushed her  
hand inside his trousers. She smiled at the thought. She must have  
been fourteen of fifteen. All she remembered after that was that he  
had shuddered and come over her hand almost immediately. Then  
spent the next ten minutes apologising and trying to kiss her. Plus  
the next few weeks calling her to ask for another date. But the  
smell on her hand seemed to remain for days. Whenever she  
sneezed, or rubbed her face, or even brought a fork to her mouth,  
she was reminded of him and his lack of control. The train  
shuddered her back into the present. 
 
"Now what?" asked Jamie rhetorically. He stood and peered  
carefully towards the front of the train. Unable to see any further,  
he pulled down the window and cautiously leaned out. He pulled  
back quickly, panicking. "Soldiers. They're surrounding the train!" 
 
Emma bolted upright as Lauren leapt to her feet. She spun round  
and heaved their luggage from the overhead racks. The brakes  
squealed loudly. 
 
"I don't like this. We're at everyone's mercy!" she stammered,  
checking the locks on the suitcases. Her hands were shaking as the  
train came to a halt. She dashed to the window and cautiously  
peered out. The train had stopped in what looked like a plantation  
of some sort. Tall green plants grew densely from the edge of the  
track into the distance. There were maybe two dozen uniformed  
soldiers around the engine at the front, their rifles pointed up  
towards the driver and the first two coaches. They appeared to be  
moving to the other side of the track, disappearing under the train.  
Eventually, one soldier remained, standing guard. A shot rang out,  
ricocheting off metal. The guard sank to the ground, out of sight. 
 
"Shit, that's it. I think we should get off and run for it!" She looked  
at the children, waiting for a response. They shrugged almost in  
unison. She opened the door and threw the suitcase out into the  
plantation. Lauren watched it spin in the air and land softly in the  
undergrowth. It was further down than she had thought, and while  
she remembered seeing too many films of people jumping from  
trains, she had never really taken notice of how it should be done. A  
second, then a third shot pushed her into action. "I'll go first. Jump  
quickly after me, I'll try and catch you!" she said, turning towards  
the sugar cane. With her feet over the threshold of the door, she  
pushed off, her arms flailing as she tried to maintain her balance. 
 
Lauren landed well, sliding down the coarse gravel beside the track  
until she rolled into the cane. Grabbing a trunk, she stopped and  
turned, listening for shouts or new gunfire. 
 
"Come on, Emma, now you!" she hissed. Emma jumped with grace,  
her thin legs together and her blonde hair trailing as she collapsed  
onto the side of the embankment. Jamie followed close behind,  
landing heavily and rolling out of control into the roots of the sugar  
cane. 
 
"OK?" asked Lauren, steadying Jamie. He shook his head, winded  
from the fall. She glanced over at Emma, noticing that her legs  
were cut in many places, small trickles of blood appearing amongst  
the patches of dirt. Lauren had lacerations on her hands where she  
had broken her fall in the gravel. 

Chapter 46 
 
She looked up to see where they had been. The door towered  
above them, seemingly an impossible height from the ground. She  
was amazed how a single gunshot could bring out Olympic qualities  
in people. Aches penetrated her thoughts, especially in her lower  
back and Emma moved stiffly ahead into the dense growth. 
 
"Wait, don't go too far. Grab the case and let's make sure we're out  
of sight" she whispered. Turning back to Jamie, she nodded at him,  
pulling him roughly away from the tracks, ignoring the grimace on  
his face. She caught up with Emma a few meters in front and pulled  
her to the ground, anxious above everything to keep the two  
children in her sight. Further gunfire rattled behind them and they  
instinctively ducked, crouching even lower as they scurried deeper  
into the dense green field. 
 
After five minutes, they decided that they were clear of any danger  
that the soldiers had presented, and flopped onto the ground. The  
suitcase and their clothes were marked with dark green lines from  
the sugar cane; their sweaty faces bore witness to the heat of the  
day and their flight from danger. Panting, they rested, listening all  
the time to the sounds above them. Lauren looked across to Jamie,  
who had taken the lead in their trek once had had regained his  
breath. His face was bleeding from scratches that he had gained  
from the leaves. Her opinion of him wavered between that of a  
part-time wimp and someone who simply needed spurring into  
action to deliver his best. She knew, somewhat selfishly of course,  
that she was more than grateful to have him with them in their hour  
of need. 
 
"What was in the other suitcase?" asked Lauren 
 
"Most of the food, I think." replied Jamie, looking at the small case  
beside him. "This has only got shirts and shoes." Lauren heart sank.  
Something told her that she really needed to eat, rest and change  
her clothes. Her watch said eight twenty. Darkness would be with  
them in less than an hour. She watched as Jamie opened the case  
and rummaged around. "Hey, a torch! Some biscuits, a can of  
lemonade." Lauren shrugged. It was better than nothing. 
 
"I think we'll have to stay here tonight. There's no point walking  
through this stuff, we'd probably go round in circles." 
 
And so they settled down for the night, each of them staring up at  
the greying night sky. Nobody slept. A shooting star just before  
eleven o'clock was greeted with a chorus of "Ooh!" that both  
suprised and amused them. By midnight, Emma and Lauren had  
curled up with their heads on one end of the suitcase, and Jamie lay  
at the other. Thoughts of ants, snakes and other man-eating animals  
were banished as the problems of the world gave way to the  
mysteries of sleep. If soldiers had been looking for them, they  
would have found their quarry at about three forty-five the next  
morning simply by listening, when Lauren rolled off the suitcase,  
snuggled down into the dirt and snored loudly. 
 
They woke just before the sun lit the sky. Great black birds circled  
over their little hideaway, not menacingly, but nevertheless enough  
to spur the children into activity. 
 
"Shit, I ache all over" stated Jamie to the heavens. He stretched  
loudly, remembered his predicament and covered his mouth with his  
hand. His eyes scanned the thick greenery for motion, finally  
coming to rest on Lauren's breasts. She felt the boy's attention, and  
with amusement turned to Emma, stroking her hair. She  
remembered waking up next to Jim on a number of wonderful  
occasions. There was something marvelous, wholesome, in rolling  
over in bed to find someone who has been with you all night. It was  
possible, she thought, to separate the love-making and sleep as two  
individual events, each of them a statement and source of  
fulfillment. Jim had always snuggled up behind her in the morning,  
reaching round to cup her breasts, his cock laying between her  
buttocks. She recalled one morning they had made love after a night  
of heavy passion. He had phoned his college, citing sickness, before  
ravaging her. The thought of his strong, thick cock as he walked  
back into the room, naked, made her bubble inside. God, she  
thought, they were both so randy that day. That was the first time  
that he had put his finger inside her bottom and she thought her  
orgasm was somehow going to blow her to pieces. 
 
"South must be the way to go, right? Towards the border?" she  
asked. Jamie looked away, confused as Lauren folded her arms  
over her nipples. It was cooler than she liked. Emma stirred silently  
on the ground, her clothing filthy from where she had tossed and  
turned throughout the night. Lauren knew they all looked dreadful,  
their faces streaked from dust and sweat. 
 
"Hmm, sun rises in the east, so sort of that way". He stood and  
walked uneasily off. "I'm just going over here, to the toilet." 
 
Lauren did the same, walking only a few meters in the opposite  
direction before flicking the button on her jeans and dropping them  
to her ankles. Perhaps in another situation, she might have simply  
pulled her clothes down and hoped to miss, but with the shortage of  
clean underwear, she decided to take no chances. She looked  
around, half hoping for something to make the job easier, but  
reconciled herself to discarding her jeans and, after looking in all  
directions, stuck her thumbs in the elastic of her knickers, pushed  
them to her ankles and stepped out. She delighted in the feeling of  
nakedness, of abandonment as the morning breeze caressed her  
pussy. Squatting, with one hand to her side to steady herself , she  
relaxed and urinated. The crack of twigs beside her made her jump. 
 
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Emma!" she hissed, wobbling.  
 
"It's only me, I have to do the same." Emma's eyes traced the path  
from Lauren's ankles up to the dark cleft between her legs and  
down to the damp soil beneath. Lauren felt a twinge ripple deep in  
her stomach. Without hesitation, Emma dropped her jeans and  
knickers on top of Lauren's and squatted a few feet away, facing  
her squarely. Lauren remained motionless, her bladder complaining  
about the interruption, as she watched Emma hold on to a thick  
sugar cane and spread her legs slightly. As she looked down, a  
strong stream hissed from her young pussy, causing her to giggle  
slightly. She looked up at Lauren and smiled, sweetly. "Go on, you  
don't have to stop, you know!" 
 
With some effort, Lauren managed to a trickle, spurts hitting the  
ground while Emma continued to display all the abandon and lack  
of embarrassment Lauren found so endearing. The little girl stood  
as she finished, wondering what she could use to wipe herself. She  
gave up, leaning against a cane as she watched Lauren finish. 
 
"Emma!" said Lauren, pouting. 
 
"What?" 
 
"Don't stare! It's not nice!" she said, pulling her knickers back up. 
 
"But..we're both girls, aren't we?" asked Emma, still leaning against  
the cane. Lauren watched as her hand slowly brushed over the hem  
of her T-Shirt and found the soft skin of her flat belly. Her fingers  
were splayed dramatically, the middle one inches from the soft folds  
of her labia. It descended, Lauren's eyes bulging in their sockets as  
she suddenly realised what the girl was going to do. 
 
"Emma, stop it! Come on, get dressed, we've got to make a lot of  
progress today." 
 
"I dreamed about you last night" she said, bending effortlessly to  
pick up her knickers. Lauren watched as her taut buttocks parted to  
reveal her pussy. "I dreamed that we were high up a mountain,  
together. And we kissed for ages. All night. I think I came in my  
sleep!" 
 
"Emma! Why are you behaving like this?" 
 
"Lori, don't run out on us. Please!" She edged closer to Lauren,  
holding her arm. 
 
"Why would I do that?" 
 
"Because it's dangerous, and we're probably going to get captured  
sometime." Lauren wrapped her arms around her, feeling Emma's  
knickers sliding down between them to the ground. The heat from  
the girl's pussy radiated through her, their soft skin gliding together.  
Emma's leg slipped between hers without resistance and she felt the  
girl's hands grip her buttocks. 
 
"Emma, it's OK, it's OK. I'm staying. And if I could leave, I'd take  
you with me." She patted her on the back. With superhuman effort  
she resisted the urge to kiss her lips. The thought crossed her mind  
several times in the space of five seconds that they might be able to  
make love right there. But some remnant of rationality suggested  
that Jamie was sure to try and find them if they didn't return in a  
few minutes, and anyway, with only dirt to lie on, it promised to be  
somewhat uncomfortable. 
 
The drug of lust wafted over her, arguing that the smell of urine  
and morning breath was easily outweighed by the freshness, youth  
and pure sexuality of the girl in her arms. Mother's voice boomed  
from above. 
 
"I thought you escaped from the train?" 
 
"We did!" 
 
"How did you get captured again?" 
 
"Easy. I was making love to the little girl in my charge in a sugar  
plantation at half past five in the morning. She yelped so loud as I  
slid my tongue into her wonderful little pussy that the soldiers  
found us. It could have happened to anyone, Mum!" 
 
Kissing her on the forehead, she pushed away, turning back to find  
her own clothes. She sensed that Emma was dressing as well, and  
deliberately pulled her knickers and jeans up slowly. "Come on,  
biscuits and Pepsi for breakfast today" she said with as much  
enthusiasm as she could muster. 
 
For the next hour they cautiously headed in a southerly direction,  
lugging the suitcase in turns out of the plantation. The dense  
greenery gave way to a sparse hillside, criss- crossed with dirt  
tracks that led to single story houses. Their brilliant red-tiled roofs  
shone as the sun rose over the hills, catching the tree-tops, rousing  
nature. Lauren felt hungry once again. The biscuits had tasted  
horrible first thing in the morning, although none of them had felt it  
necessary to complain. The thought of breaking into one of the  
houses crossed her mind, but dogs roaming around and the chance  
of being seen dissuaded her.  
 
Jamie and Lauren carried the luggage alternately, leaving Emma to  
trail behind. Threading their way cautiously from one hamlet to the  
next, Lauren could only believe that they looked highly suspicious.  
Adding to her concern was the lack of other refugees. Occasionally  
they saw other small groups, but they looked like local people who  
were out for a morning stroll rather than natives fleeing advancing  
armies. God knows how she would explain removing the children  
from their house, exposing them to danger, if the war had finished  
days ago. However, they continued silently, and by eight o'clock  
were hot, tired and thoughts of being lost surfaced. The sun was on  
their left, which made sense in Lauren's mind. But they had no idea  
of knowing if they were out of San Falino. 
 
"Can we stop?" whined Emma. Without discussion, they flopped  
down beneath an old tree that shaded them from the sun. "Phew, it's  
hot" said Emma, wafting her T-Shirt in and out. Dark patches of  
sweat stuck the material to her back. 
 
"Jeans are the wrong thing for this weather, but if we wear shorts  
we'll get scratched or bitten to bits! I don't know what's worse, the  
mosquitoes or the brambles" said Lauren, staring up through the  
leaves. 
 
"We haven't got shorts, remember? They were in the other  
suitcase." said Jamie, demonstrating that the handle on the survivor  
was near the end of it's life. A search of the suitcase confirmed  
Lauren's fears. Shoes, a few more packets of biscuits, cans without  
a can opener, paper cups, socks for every occasion and a torch. No  
underwear, maps, sun cream or anything practical. They chatted for  
a few minutes, avoiding the obvious problems of the morning, until  
a pair of jets streaked across the sky. 
 
"Come on, let's keep going!" said Emma, fear in her voice. Lauren  
knew that they were all thinking about the previous jets and the  
blast in the swimming pool. The urge to move away was from the  
unseen bomb was overpowering.  
 
By eleven they were tired, filthy dirty and fed up. The suitcase had  
given up very shortly after they broke camp. The biscuits were  
eaten immediately on the understanding that they would stop at the  
first cafe for lunch but each bend in the track brought more of the  
barren, parched landscape. Emma dragged her feet, shuffling along,  
falling further behind. Lauren's pretence of energy and enthusiasm  
dwindled with every yard they took until she decided that it was  
noon, and time to stop. The track came to a major cross- roads, a  
meeting point marked by an enormous tree and what looked like  
the source of a river. 
 
"Oh yeah, look at this water!" squealed Emma, running down the  
slight incline to the edge of the stream. She knelt down and tested  
it's temperature. Satisfied, she scooped handfuls of water up and  
washed her face. Lauren watched as Jamie joined his sister,  
splashing and fooling with the water. Their clothes became soaked  
but that was the last of their problems that morning. After scanning  
the bushes all around, she joined them, washing and delighting in  
the feel of the cool clear water against her skin. 
 
"Emma, you're drenched!" she exclaimed. 
 
"So what. It'll dry in minutes. Anyway, so is Jamie!" she giggled,  
splashing Lauren with a jet of water that her expression suggested  
was much bigger than she had intended. Their T-shirts clung to  
their bodies, and Lauren felt her jeans slowly cooling as water  
seeped through to her knickers. The water fight lasted less than a  
minute, but provide welcome relief from the heat of the day and the  
tensions of their flight. A glance at Emma confirmed her suspicions,  
the little girl's nipples unashamedly erect, pushing out against her T- 
Shirt. Jamie had noticed as well and once again had his eyes on  
Lauren's breasts. 
 
"Shh!" hissed Lauren, looking across the stream into the  
undergrowth. 
 
"What?" laughed Jamie. 
 
"Shh! I heard something. Like a radio!" Her face grew deadly  
serious, and the children turned to follow her gaze. Across the  
stream, maybe fifty feet away, was a soldier, busily walking and  
talking into a radio handset. 
 
"Shit, back to the road, slowly and carefully. Now!" They climbed  
the embankment, their fear compounded by the sound of a truck  
coming from the right along the track. Jamie turned to Lauren,  
looking for advice. Emma sobbed, clinging to Lauren. "Hey, it's  
OK. Let's just sit down so there's no misunderstanding. We've done  
nothing wrong, have we?" 
 
The heavy, dark green military truck rounded the bend, pulled up  
inches from their feet and cut it's engine. Lauren's heart pounded in  
her chest, racing as Emma's grip on her arm tightened. The driver's  
door opened and a young soldier jumped to the ground. 
 
"Where are you three going?" 
 
"We're heading south, along the track!" replied Lauren, pointing to  
the path that she wished she was on that very moment. Jamie and  
Emma nodded in support. The soldier looked at them carefully. 
 
"You French?" 
 
"Swiss." 
 
"Where are you from?" 
 
"Boquette!" offered Emma, returning the soldier's smile. Lauren  
watched his eyes, darting across the little girl's body as a sickening  
feeling grew in her stomach. She glared at Emma. 
 
"Wait here! It's not safe for you to travel on these tracks, we can't  
protect you!" He turned and mounted the cab once again, took the  
radio and spoke. The children strained to catch snippets of  
conversation, but the cicadas and macaws drowned out the content.  
The radio fell silent, and he concerned himself with writing on a  
clipboard. Lauren would have sold her soul for even a glimpse. Her  
hands shook as he opened the door and landed at her feet. To her  
surprise, the sound of another truck grew in the distance. 
 
"We're moving you out. The enemy will be pushed into these hills in  
the next few days." 
 
"But where?" demanded Lauren, horrified. 
 
"One of our international staff will take care of you. That's her  
truck arriving now." "You're lucky", he added, turning to open his  
truck door before clambering back up behind the wheel "You might  
have had to wait hours!" The indication that Lauren's outburst  
lacked the expected level of gratitude was not missed. They turned  
to watch the second truck pull up just short of the water. A young  
woman jumped down gaily from the seat. Dressed in army uniform,  
she bounced across the dirt towards them. Her dark glasses and cap  
hid most of her features, but Lauren noticed the clear complexion  
and confident elegance in her walk. 
 
"Hey, who have we here?" she asked, inspecting her new troops. 
 
"I'm Lauren, this is Jamie, and his sister Emma. We're going south,  
to Venezuela."  
 
"Well, not today you're not. Most likely you'll wait a week or two  
before it'll be safe." she stated. Emma turned away from her, staring  
down at the ground. 
 
"We'll just keep on walking then" said Jamie. 
 
"Hmm, you can if you want, but we know there are guerrillas in the  
hills four and a half miles southwest of here. Not friendly to anyone,  
especially young girls." The tone of her voice closed down any  
response.  
 
"Where are we going then?" asked Lauren. She stared at the  
woman's sunglasses, wondering what lurked behind. She had very  
dark, straight hair that had been stuffed up under her beret. Twenty  
four, maybe twenty five. Nice white teeth. 
 
"Back to a sort of camp for non-residents. I manage it." Lauren  
detected a hint of authority, mixed with a public relations smile.  
Unusual, she thought, for such a small, poor country that was  
engaged in civil war as a result of even basic amenities. "From there  
you'll be escorted either to your embassy, or if the fighting ends,  
back to your house." 
 
She turned and walked back to the truck, clearly expecting instant  
movement. Lauren looked at Jamie and shrugged, responding to the  
obvious question. The woman turned, feigning surprise that they  
hadn't immediately fallen in behind her. Lauren detected her  
annoyance and rose. 
 
"Is there a phone there?" 
 
"Yep. Well, there was this morning! Come on, hop in the back, it's  
about thirty minutes. Maybe you'll have company before we get  
there. You're the second group I found today." 
 
Lauren made her way to the back of the truck and helped Jamie up.  
She was surprised to discover that Emma wasn't right behind her,  
and retraced her steps to find her sitting watching the stream. 
 
"What's up?" 
 
She shrugged. "Don't feel well" 
 
"Oh come on. It's got to be better than walking through the hills in  
this heat. Come and rest. You'll feel fine soon." 
 
The woman reappeared. "Just as I thought. Probably never even  
had dirt underneath her nails. Any of you!" 
 
"I don't want to go. I want to walk!" hissed Emma. 
 
"Emma, what's up? Eh" 
 
"Nothing!" The silence. She picked up a stone from the ground and  
threw it into the water.  
 
"Come on, we can snuggle down in the back of the truck. Then  
maybe get washed back at this camp. That would be nice, wouldn't  
it?" said Lauren, helping her to her feet. Slowly, they made their  
way to the back and accepted Jamie's hand to clamber aboard. The  
truck shuddered into motion, turning round and retracing it's route  
down the track. They didn't meet anyone else, and both Lauren and  
Emma managed to doze in the back as it wound it's way back onto  
major roads. Jamie stared out of the back, watching the road appear  
beneath him. The short shadows from the trees barely reached into  
the road. 


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