Lauren Gisal Book 1 (Second half) by Francis Dashwood


Chapter 20c

Lauren followed at a more leisurely pace, looking around the house and 
admiring some of the more expensive ornaments. They certainly seemed to 
have some money, she thought, admiring the beautiful lounge carpet and 
the paintings on the wall. The lighting and furniture combined to give 
the required feeling of opulence and relaxation. Rebecca was waiting by 
the patio door for her, looking out towards the pool to see what the 
boys were doing.

"Let's just walk up to them and stand there. See what they do. I bet 
your brother gets hard first!"

"OK, I'm right behind you!" said Lauren, anxiety in her voice.

The girls paraded out onto the patio as Rebecca put her arm around 
Lauren's waist. They walked provocatively together, quietly so that the 
boys wouldn't turn round until they were very close. With only two or 
three steps between them and their quarry, Rebecca decided that it was 
game time.

"Cooee little boys. Time to play!"

"Jeezus!" exclaimed Stefan, looking first at his sister then at Lauren.

"Whoa" cried Mike, as he turned to see the two girls only inches from 
his face. He lost his balance, waved his arms uselessly in the air, and 
fell into the pool. They laughed loudly as he surfaced again, pulled 
himself out in one easy motion, and sat back on the edge smiling and 
dripping over the girl's feet.

"Hey, haven't you seen a little girl before? teased Rebecca, rubbing 
her hand lewdly between her legs.

Mike reached out to touch her thigh but she moved backwards, causing 
him again to lose his balance. Stefan and Lauren laughed at his 
discomfort, moving closer together to hold hands. Stefan ran his left 
hand inside the back of her knickers, then round the side and into the 
front so that he could eventually rest his hand on her pubic hair and 
pull her closer to him. She nuzzled into his chest as she looked up 
into his eyes, parting her lips as they kissed.

Rebecca moved backwards, further from the pool, and led Mike to the 
patio door.

"Come on, time to eat!" she said, taking his hand and leading him into 
the kitchen. Rebecca looked quickly out of the window, checking on the 
progress her brother was making. Lauren and her brother were both 
sitting on one of the patio chairs, kissing quietly as their hands 
explored each other's body. Lauren was on his lap, her legs pulled up 
tight to her chest with her knickers already at her knees, as his hands 
ran over her bottom, probing her little brown hole. She could see 
Lauren kissing him passionately now, their tongues entwined as her legs 
slowly parted.

Rebecca smiled and opened the `fridge, surveying the contents with a 
practiced eye. There were the left-overs from lunch, but none of that 
looked very appetising. She pulled out a yoghurt and ripped off the 
foil cover. With a schoolgirl giggle, she pushed her finger into the 
thick creamy liquid and hooked out a large dollop, offering it to Mike. 
His tongue met her finger and sucked greedily, finding pleasure in the 
taste of the yoghurt and the sensuous feel of sucking her finger. She 
took another glob of the raspberry desert and spread it onto her black 
bra, followed by a second down between her legs. The look in her eyes 
told Mike that this was something that she found so erotic that he 
thought she might explode there and then.

"Lick me. Lick it all off." she implored.

He bent down to lick her bra, finding the mixture now underneath the 
material and on her firm nipples. She happily discarded her top, and 
quickly pushed his head down so that he knelt in front of her, looking 
at the red and black material that barely covered her pussy. His tongue 
strained from his mouth, probing and licking at every opportunity, 
searching out every crevice that contained the slightest trace of the 
food. She pulled her knickers down roughly, showing him her gaping 
pussy and the little lips hanging out. And then, she ran another 
handful of yoghurt over her mound, down over her clitoris and towards 
her anus. Mike's trunks bulged as he stared wide-eyed between her legs. 
Rebecca slumped onto a kitchen chair and spread her legs wide as he 
plunged his tongue into her, caught up in her feverish and wanton 
desire to be licked, sucked and tasted.

"Ohhh, Christ, get right in there!" she yelled, pulling his head by the 
hair and forcing him between her legs.

Rebecca heard footsteps approaching, and pulled him out quickly. They 
exchanged glances, a look of embarrassment and pain on her face as she 
stared at the doorway, open-mouthed. Two shadows fell on the carpet in 
the lounge as the crunching footsteps ceased. Slowly, two grinning 
heads appeared round the door, causing her to exhale loudly.

"Hey, not bloody funny, you two!" she said, scowling at Lauren and her 
brother.

"What'cha doin'?" asked Stefan.

"Mike wanted something to eat, so I gave him something from the 
`fridge!" giggled Rebecca.

"Jeeze, what a size that must be!" exclaimed Lauren, staring in 
disbelief at her brother's trunks.

"Oh boy, come with me!" said Rebecca, noticing his bulge as she jumped 
up from the chair. She pulled her knickers up again, coating herself 
once again with sticky areas of yoghurt. Rebecca took his hand and 
jerked him through the doorway and up the stairs. "Come you two, follow 
me!" she shouted, pleased to hear Lauren and Stefan following close 
behind. "First, I need the toilet, come and help me?" she asked, still 
holding Mike's cock.

"I don't ....."

"Come on, don't be a dummy! You two can wait in my bedroom. Turn my PC 
on would you?"

Mike followed her into the bathroom and closed the door. Rebecca made 
her way to the bath, and turned on the water. She waited until the 
water felt warm and switched it over to the shower, pulling the curtain 
along the length of the bath.

"Take my knickers off, quickly, or I'll die!" she said, again pushing 
him to his knees and thrusting her hips into his face.

Mike pulled at her sticky knickers, smelling the mixture of yoghurt and 
woman as the material slid down her pale legs to reveal the messy red 
hair, stuck around her vagina.

"Lick it, please..... Hard!" she said, spreading her legs a few inches 
to give him some help. "No, much harder! Yes, oh, that's it. Keep 
going!"

Rebecca continued to push her pussy against his nose and mouth as her 
clitoris popped into view and her inner lips blossomed to reveal the 
beginning of her tight tunnel.

"That's enough. Let's get into the shower!"

"I though you wanted the toilet?" asked Mike.

"In here" she said, pulling him into the bath. She took the soap, 
turned around in the shower and lathered her hands, running them over 
her breasts and bottom. She handed the soap to Mike, and instructed him 
to do the same to himself, and then to concentrate on her engorged 
pussy. As they slid together, fingers probing and exploring in the soap 
and spray, Rebecca slid down to take Mike's cock in her mouth, the 
shower spraying directly onto her long red hair, matting it to her 
back. After only a few minutes, she turned, making him sit down, so 
that she could sit facing the same way between his legs. She leaned 
back, his hands running automatically over her breasts and taught 
little nipples. She brought her legs up, moving his hands so that they 
gripped behind her knees, his cock pushing hard into her back as the 
shower continued to splash over their young bodies. Rebecca's head fell 
backwards as she seemed to concentrate, her breathing regular, her 
hands gripping the side of the bath. Suddenly, Mike saw a great white 
stream of piss shoot out from between her legs, hit the end of the bath 
and disappear down the plug hole. Mike's eyes once again bulged at the 
antics of this young girl, a look of concern on his face as he pulled 
her closer to him, his cock aching for action.

Slowly, the stream dwindled into a trickle, ending with a couple of 
little spurts. Rebecca lay against him for a while as the water 
cleansed them both. She offered the soap to Mike who gladly soaped her 
breasts and any other part of her body in reach. She then turned round, 
her hair again catching the full force of the water as she looked up at 
him.

"Let's make sure you're clean, then we'll join the others."

She took the soap and washed his rampant cock, pushing her fingers 
under his weapon to find his balls and anus.

"I'm going to come!" he said in an apologetic manner.

"Oh please don't! Wait, there's more fun in store. We'll do what I used 
to do with my brother!" she said, getting out of the bath and drying 
herself. Mike did the same, pulling a towel around his body and 
following her into the bedroom. They found Lauren and Stefan on the 
bed, legs locked together as they kissed. Lauren had pulled down his 
trunks to gain access to his cock, but it seemed that they were happy 
just amusing themselves without providing a repeat performance of the 
afternoon's entertainment.

"I've got to have this boy or I'll die! Lauren, be a dear and shift 
over a bit" she asked, getting onto the bed on all fours. Mike took the 
hint and lifted the towel that covered her bottom. She spread her legs 
slightly more, showing the palest, whitest bottom and the vivid 
contrast of her damp red hair. Mike undid his own towel, letting it 
fall to the ground. Lauren saw his bobbing cock and gasped at the size 
as she lay alongside, her head against Rebecca's knees. Mike appeared 
to be in no hurry, rubbing the swollen head of his cock against her 
anus and the drenched lips of her pussy. Rebecca moaned, twitching her 
bottom as though encouraging him.

"Lauren, scoot under here, you can see everything!" she advised, 
raising her right leg to allow Lauren to slide underneath her as Mike 
again rubbed along her gaping slit and ran his cock over her clitoris. 
Lauren parted her legs, dearly hoping that Stefan would sense her 
desires as she slowly pushed a finger into her own shaven slit. Mike 
put his right foot on the bed to steady himself and slowly entered 
Rebecca, clearly delighted by the tight grip that he felt as her 
muscles fought to keep hold of his cock. Lauren watched, fascinated as 
her brothers cock slowly entered, forcing back the inner lips of 
Rebecca's pussy until the skin of his balls started to bunch up around 
the entrance. Then slowly out again, the lips now desperately holding 
onto every inch of the wet shaft as it emerged until the purple crown 
was just visible in the entrance to Rebecca's sopping tunnel. Lauren 
watched for minutes as the pace quickened, vaguely aware that Rebecca 
was kissing Stefan, until her head bowed down, and Lauren felt a long-
awaited tongue on her own pussy. Lauren arched her back, raising her 
bottom off the bed, imploring Stefan to push in further and further as 
her brother pounded into the large-breasted red-head. Rebecca lowered 
her hips, giving Lauren a close-up view of the rough penetration that 
she was experiencing, and providing Mike with an easier angle to 
generate more speed. She saw his balls crunching up, their swinging 
impeded as the skin crinkled and his hands gripped her thighs tightly, 
his fingers digging into her legs. He came explosively, continuing to 
pound rapidly and suddenly stop to fall over her back for a moment. He 
resumed, pumping slowly and then faster and faster again as cum dripped 
and then spurted out of her pussy with every stroke of his cock. Lauren 
opened her mouth, her tongue extended to catch the string of thick cum 
as it dribbled quickly from the girl's pussy and down between her 
waiting lips. Lauren ran the liquid around her mouth with her tongue 
and decided that she rather liked the taste. She swallowed it, smiling 
to herself.

Rebecca gently sank on top of Lauren, resting her head on her thigh and 
displacing her brother. Mike withdrew his cock to leave Lauren with a 
close-up view of her cum-filled vagina. To Lauren's absolute delight, 
she felt the tongue of a woman exploring her vagina, pushing gently 
between the hood of her clitoris and the swollen lips of her labia. 
Rebecca was dripping slowly, encouraged by the sweet tongue of Lauren 
on her pussy and anus. But it appeared Rebecca had other ideas as she 
leaned over to her PC and punched a couple of keys.

Nothing happened for a while until a picture appeared on each of her 
three screens, showing a very young blonde girl with an equally young 
boy, walking in the woods. It appeared to be summer, and was certainly 
not Switzerland with the large oak trees and thick undergrowth of ferns 
and coarse grass. Each picture showed the couple walking deeper into 
the woods, their white gowns looking like ancient Roman togas, but tied 
at the front with white belts of the same cloth. Lauren thought they 
could have been judo outfits had they been shorter. The young girl had 
shapeless legs, her body hardly filling the robe as it ballooned during 
their walk through the grass. They arrived at a log and the little girl 
turned to the boy, the sun shining through her hair as she took his 
hand.

"Watch this. I like this one. I got it from a friend at Church!"

The boys cock was bulging in his costume, the next frame showing the 
girl searching under the material for her pleasure. She was flat- 
chested, timid and clearly not sure where to look. Her smile, such as 
it was, lit her unwilling face while the boy, back to the camera, 
firmly held her left hand.

"At Church?" squealed Lauren, now squeezing between Rebecca and Mike to 
get a better look. She saw the pictures changing, moving from the 
central screen to the sides to give an all-round feeling of presence. 
She sat up, curling up her legs as she rested a hand on bed for 
support. Mike's cock was steadily regaining some of it's potency (much 
to her surprise after his performance only a few minutes before) while 
Stefan's was thinking whether to burst into action or have a rest, a 
difficult decision until Rebecca took it in her left hand and persuaded 
it to join in the fun.

"Yes, it reminds me of the ceremony of marriage. Well, in parts. 
They're dressed in white gowns like I will be and about to make love." 
said Rebecca, eyes fixed to the screens.

"Is this what you do?" asked Lauren, conscious of her nakedness.

"Yes, but we use love to symbolise the union of fate and desire. It's a 
lovely ceremony full of flowers, music and wonderful words. You see, 
those getting married into the Church don't see their partners until 
the ceremony, like I said. Then they are joined together and we 
celebrate the continuation of the Church. Father Paul normally reads 
from the Bible and then we eat together."

"Who's Father Paul?"

"He leads the Church. Has done for years. Oh, look at this bit!"

The girl in the picture had straddled the log and sat down on it, one 
leg either side. Her blonde hair fell loosely over her shoulders almost 
touching the log as the boy stood in front, also straddling the log, 
and put his hands on his hips. The next frame showed the little girl 
pulling at his costume belt, his cock poking out from between the 
layers of material.

"Hey, he's so young. And she looks like she's about ten!" said Mike 
with a frown on his face.

The boy had a small cock that stuck straight out from between his legs, 
and there was a distinct absence of pubic hair. The pictures showed the 
girl lying back on the log as her thin legs spread either side. She had 
no knickers on, her tiny pussy now visible through the parting in her 
gown, also devoid of hair. Stefan's cock had benefited from Rebecca's 
ministrations, and was now fully recovered as she rubbed the big orb 
against her cheek. Lauren looked down at Mike's lap and noticed that 
his had almost returned to a state of rest. Lauren rested her hand on 
his right shoulder and gave him a hug. The boy was now leaning forward, 
pressing the tip of his cock against her unyielding pussy and using 
both hands to try and undo her belt and expose her body to his gaze.

They all watched silently, aware that between frames the little girl 
had suddenly become very wet, even if she wasn't very ready for him. 
There was no sign of her clitoris or inner lips as he pushed into her. 
However, she appeared to enjoy it as she raised her hips and met his 
thrusts. Several close-up pictures showed the little boy inside her as 
far as he could go, a mixture of pain and surprise on the girl's face.

The scene changed to show her lying, now naked, on the log on her 
front, resting on her gown which she had apparently taken off before 
rolling over. The boy, also naked, was again positioned ready to 
strike. Mike crossed his legs, fearing what he was about to see. Lauren 
looked at him quizzically and returned to the screen in time to see the 
boys cock plunge into her anus. The look on the little girl's face was 
one of intense pain as Lauren flinched and let out a little cry.

"Hey, don't worry. He's only small!" reassured Rebecca.

"But that's in her .."

"It's OK"

Lauren wasn't convinced, especially when she noticed a tear running 
down the girl's face as the boy struggled to penetrate with less than 
half his length.

"Hey, I'm sorry, but really they are only actors. She's probably 
fifteen or sixteen, you know." Rebecca canceled the slideshow and 
turned back to her brother. "Let's relieve this big boy!" smiled 
Rebecca, taking him in both hands. Lauren smiled, looking at his cock, 
and moved further onto the bed to get a better look of Rebecca running 
her hand along his weapon and licking the bulging end. Rebecca slowly 
moved her hand up and down her brother's tool, her smile broadening as 
she half-closed her eyes and pulled back the foreskin. It slid easily 
to reveal the purple knob of his cock, providing the little inspiration 
that Rebecca needed to open her mouth and introduce the shaft between 
her lips. Her tongue worked the end almost casually, knowingly, as it 
circled the head and felt it's way occasionally along the length of 
him, returning to the top to give it an affectionate flick as it 
throbbed in her face.

Lauren moved her hand behind her, still staring at Stefan's cock, and 
took hold of her brother's limp tool. She remembered the last time they 
had been together, loving each other in the bath, and recalled that it 
was probably one of the times that Rebecca had seen them in their 
kitchen, as she played with his cock and convinced him to have a wash 
with her. She turned and smiled at him, her eyes communicating more 
than words as he shuffled towards her and took her face in his hands. 
They kissed, his cock rising rapidly to swell in her hands as she 
brought it back to life.

The two girls pulled their men onto the bed and made them kneel side by 
side as they stroked their cocks and licked the sensitive tips, Lauren 
taking notes from Rebecca with regard to style and technique. The 
girls' cheeks touched as they both sucked their brothers, Rebecca and 
then Lauren holding their balls as they lapped contentedly.

They came quickly, almost together and without much noise, shooting 
their load of white cum into the waiting mouths as Rebecca swallowed 
hard. Lauren let most of her brother's load dribble from her mouth, 
down her chin and onto her lap, although she did pluck up courage to 
swallow the last few spurts, pleased to find that it didn't make her 
immediately sick. Rebecca let the cock fall from her mouth and turned 
to Lauren, pulling her off her source of fun so that she could kiss her 
on the lips and taste her mouth. Rebecca gently caressed Lauren's 
breasts, rubbing a trace of cum over her nipples as Lauren brought her 
hand up, supporting her friend's ample left breast as she rubbed the 
nipple.

But their energy was gone. Lauren was tired and felt that she would not 
experience the same intensity of orgasm a second time that day, even 
with Rebecca in the driving seat. Rebecca recognised her body language 
and gently kissed her lips and forehead.

And so the children dressed, cleared up the patio and kitchen so that 
by eight o'clock, as the light was fading and the bats were starting 
their nocturnal patrols, Lauren and Mike bade them farewell and 
returned next door.


Chapter 21a

Thursday 13th August

Nikki and Lauren discussed the idea of Lauren returning to Marlene's 
for another session of photos. Nikki said she thought it sounded like 
fun, especially since Lauren had clearly enjoyed herself so much. She 
was also happy to go along with the story of Lauren staying at her 
house for the night - something that was not uncommon and therefore was 
unlikely to be discovered. Both girls knew that sometime Lauren would 
have to do the same for her, and that's what friends were for.

Jim had called her earlier in the week to confirm that he had talked to 
Marlene and she would be able to offer Lauren some work, although 
nothing very exciting. She had also said `yes' to allowing them both to 
stay the night and so the plan swung into action with Lauren filling a 
small overnight bag with her pyjamas, an old dressing gown with Cookie 
Monster on the pockets that her mother insisted she pack, and other 
non-essential items. With her toothbrush, flannel and little bits of 
makeup packed into a wash bag, she snapped the locks shut and bounced 
out of her room. Since she only been awake for about an hour, this in 
itself was almost a record for a non-school day. There had been little 
choice on what to wear, either her yellow dress (no, because she wore 
that the last time she saw Jim) or a semi-traditional white cotton 
dress with embroidered flowers around the puffed sleeves and hem 
(that'll keep mum happy as well). The saving grace about the white 
dress was that she had been given it one summer when she was about ten, 
and since it would hardly go out of fashion, the great benefit was that 
as she grew older, and taller, so the dress grew shorter.

She had agonised over her wardrobe the previous night, realising that 
almost all her clothes were for little girls, rather than a young 
teenager. She wished she had the money to change many of them, but knew 
that just with most of her schoolfriends, they had to exist on their 
weekly pocketmoney. A few of her contemporaries had been lucky enough 
to get Saturday jobs (such as that fat girl Claudette who worked in her 
father's shop) but even then it was usually only during the tourist 
season. However, she did determine to think hard in the future about 
the clothes she bought, rather than keep buying the same cheap old 
things whenever she had a few francs to spare. White underwear and the 
famous sandals completed the look, and it would just have to do.

At precisely eleven o'clock, she waved good-bye to her mother and 
walked in the direction of Nikki's house. However, three minutes later, 
she arrived at the bus stop further down the road, jumped aboard when 
the bus arrived thirty seconds later and took a seat on the opposite 
side to her house. As the bus moved off, she crouched down, pretending 
to open her luggage, just to make sure that nobody could see her from 
the street. She sat back up once she knew she was approaching the 
industrial area, mighty pleased with herself and ready to alight at the 
station.

Lauren waited less than five minutes for Jim. He sauntered around the 
corner of the station clutching a dreadful old brown grip that looked 
like it had also seen time in India.

"Where did you get that thing?" she asked.

"My mum made me bring it" he said, clearly embarrassed. They kissed 
each other self-consciously, feeling eyes watching them as they made 
their way to the ticket office and then on to the platform. They had 
almost twenty minutes to wait and so they caught up with each others 
news, while avoiding the obvious topic of the arrangements for the 
night. The journey was uneventful, and Marlene was at the station to 
give them a lift back to the house. As Lauren climbed the stairs from 
the garage, she looked around to find that nothing seemed to have 
changed. The door to the reception area was open, and she waved to 
Simone sitting behind the desk, talking to someone on the phone. Simone 
smiled back warmly, waving at her to come in and sit down.

Marlene shut the backdoor and joined them, waiting for Simone to finish 
on the phone before talking.

"Well, hello again! said Simone, rising from her chair to walk round 
the desk. She sat down on the edge cross-legged, facing the two 
children. She looked just as beautiful as before with her long dark 
hair shining naturally as it hung over her shoulders and down her back. 
Her tight-fitting white polo-necked sweater and short black skirt and 
stockings, black heels and a black belt that pulled her waist in 
accentuated her figure and gave incredible shape to her medium sized 
breasts and hips. "That set of photos that you did last time, they've 
really grown on me. You turned out to be very relaxed and capable. Well 
done!" she smiled.

Lauren blushed noticeably, looking at her knees and then across to Jim 
and Marlene. "It was fun, I really enjoyed it. Do you have some more 
for today?"

"Sure, I took a look at the run list, you can do sweaters or knickers. 
Nothing famous though. Then we've got some bras and blouses - matching 
would you believe!" said Marlene happily.

"Do you want my advice?" asked Simone.

"Sure" said Lauren

"I think you'll find it's too hot to do the sweaters, even with the air 
conditioning in the studio. They're for the winter catalogue and we 
don't have to have that finished for another month.

"OK, let's do the others then" said Lauren, keen to get the session 
underway.

"I'll stay here again" said Jim with mock boredom.

"Tell you what, let's have a quick look at your last session and make 
sure we realise what went right and what went wrong" said Marlene, 
pulling an album across the coffee table. She opened it at the front 
page, and Lauren was delighted to see that there was a full sized 
portrait of her, enlarged from the last time, stuck right on the inside 
of the cover. Lauren thought she looked great, so clear and fresh. She 
thought her mother would love the photo but was quite sure that it 
would be impossible to explain where it had been taken.

They leafed through the album, pointing at deficiencies in both the 
camerawork and the modeling. Lauren saw once again the shots of her 
knickers, and true to form, Marlene discussed them in a purely 
technical manner. Lauren could remember every last word that Marlene 
had used to describe the knickers and her vagina, and was impressed to 
hear them all over again, plus a few additional details about the 
colour of her skin and the shape that the tight knickers suggested as 
they hugged her pussy lips. Lauren thought about Jim but dared not look 
at him. She remember the thick cock pushing against her entrance as 
they lay on the studio floor, and also his hardness as he rested 
against her on the mountain. She was convinced that if she had touched 
him then she would have found his cock hard and ready.

Simone gave her the stock numbers of the knickers and disappeared into 
the technical room. The light above the door once again stated `No 
Entry'. Lauren went through the studio and into the storeroom, leaving 
Jim to sit and read women's magazines. She was quite sure that within 
two minutes he would be looking through the pictures of her. She 
certainly hoped so. She located the boxes quickly, pulling out all the 
different styles in her size. Luckily they had already been bunched 
together because there were over twenty pairs which were going to take 
some time to photograph. Marlene knocked on the door as she pulled the 
white dress off over her head.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure"

"Simone will do your hair and makeup - you'll need it for the blouses 
and bras. Why not put the first pair of knickers on and come and sit 
out here by the makeup table. Oh, and wear them in the order you find 
them, otherwise everyone gets confused. Use any old blouse on top that 
you want."

"OK, be out in a minute"

Lauren pulled her own knickers off, inspecting the gusset for any tell- 
tale signs of happiness, and pulled on one of the samples. She grabbed 
a pretty white blouse that was conveniently hanging on one of the racks 
and slipped it on, fastening a couple of the buttons at the front. 
Simone had been right - even with the air conditioning it was warm in 
the studio. She walked across the floor to the small stool and sat 
down, looking in the mirror at her face and hair. As if by magic, 
Simone stood behind her, placing her hands on her shoulders and 
gathering her hair together.

"Your hair is getting dry in the summer heat, you're going to have to 
look after it a bit. I'll wash it for you tonight and show you what you 
can do." said Simone, massaging Lauren's forehead and pulling her hair 
back over her crown.

"That would be nice, are you staying here as well tonight"

"Sure, I often do." She paused, taking a brush to Lauren's brown wavy 
hair and gently working at the tangles. "You know, I'm glad you're 
seeing Jim. He's a nice boy." She paused again to continue her 
brushing. "I had a boyfriend at your age. He was very special to me as 
well."

"How long did you go out with him for?"

"Oh, about two years." She brushed slowly, running from the top of her 
head and down the side to her shoulders. The motion caused Lauren to 
lean back and rest her head against Simone. "We used to make love at 
every opportunity we could, just like you and Jim. Just like millions 
of others the world over. I used to think it was so dreamy."

"What happened?"

"Oh, we just drifted apart. Nothing definite, just stopped seeing each 
other as regularly, and then that was it. But he encouraged me to go in 
for modeling, and I'm so grateful that he did."

"Do you still do any?"

"Oh yes, now and again" Simone paused, brushing continually. "Perhaps 
we could do some together. Actually, we could do some together after 
you've seen my portfolio. That might give you some ideas about what you 
would like to do."

"I'd really like that" said Lauren, pleased that Simone felt she could 
trust her enough to talk to her about her boyfriends and past loves.

"OK, it's a deal. After you've done this knicker stuff, then we'll take 
a break and I'll show you the pictures." She crouched down behind 
Lauren and looked at her in the mirror. "Guaranteed to make Jim randy 
as hell, though. Can you handle him?" she giggled.

"Yeah, he'll just have to wait `til tonight!"

"Let's do it then!" enthused Simone, standing back up and selecting eye 
shadow and a little lip gloss. She made her up carefully, looking very 
closely at what she was doing as she bent over Lauren, taking care not 
to block the light on her face.

"There you go, that should do. We might touch you up a bit later if you 
get hot under the lights. I'll go and tell Marlene that we're ready."

Lauren wandered over to the stool, and saw the armchair over in the far 
corner of the white studio floor. Her mind started to run through her 
love-making with Jim until she realised that to continue might result 
in another damp patch in her knickers which would be naughty. Her 
imagination took hold of her thoughts, leading her astray by suggesting 
that the only time she could do that would be for sexy photos, like 
Jane in the video film. The thought produced a surge of excitement 
within her as the idea took hold, until she shook her head to try and 
bring herself back to reality. However, the germ of the idea had been 
implanted and was not going to be killed off lightly.

"OK!" bellowed Marlene, striding into the studio, "Is that the first 
pair?"

"Yes, the label says HG020"

"Thanks. Now, I want you to stand on the yellow spot each time. I'll 
take two pictures of each. First straight on, the second with you 
turning a little to either your left or right. Doesn't matter which 
way. Hands on head!" Marlene looked into the viewfinder of her camera 
and focused on Lauren's knickers. She then stood up, holding the cable 
release and smiled at Lauren. "Here we go." There was a flash, and 
Lauren turned to her right. A second flash. Lauren squinted in the 
bright lights, remembering the difficulty she had last time in seeing 
the camera.

"Very good. Should be HG021 next, then 22, 23 and so on. This time, can 
you just tie up the blouse in a knot so that it's well above the 
waistline. Thanks."

Lauren went back into the clothes room and slipped of the first pair, 
leaving them fairly tidily on the floor. The second pair fitted just as 
well, and Lauren walked quickly out to find the yellow spot. Marlene 
took both pictures.

"Just a thought, why not bring the whole pile out here. I won't look, 
promise!" said Marlene.

Lauren scooted back into the clothes room and picked up the pile, 
taking off the previous pair and leaving them on the floor again. Naked 
from the waist down, she returned to the studio, dumping the knickers 
unceremoniously on the floor. Engrossed in her work, Lauren squatted in 
front of the lights and looked through the pile for HG022, finding them 
towards the bottom of the pile. Annoyed that they weren't in order, she 
stood and pulled them over her legs and up to her waist, making faces 
as though they were too tight. She brushed her wavy brown hair away 
from her shoulders in mock annoyance and faced the camera.

After a couple more samples, Lauren pulled off pair HG024 and sat down 
on the studio floor. "I'm going to sort these into order or we'll be 
here all night!"

"OK, no hurry" replied Marlene from somewhere beyond.

Lauren immersed herself in the task of sorting them into numerical 
order, oblivious to her surroundings. She initially sat so that her 
bottom rested on her feet, but as she moved around, sorting them out, 
she crawled around the floor in all directions, realising after a 
couple of minutes that her sorting scheme was not working well.

"Here, let me help" said Marlene, walking towards her. She sat down as 
well, not looking at all at Lauren, just concentrating on doing the 
job. When it was almost finished, she returned to her position and 
Lauren pulled on pair twenty-five, sighing out loud and jumping happily 
onto the yellow spot. They continued, Lauren gaining confidence as the 
session began to get it's own rhythm. After another fifteen minutes 
they had finished, and Lauren scampered back into the clothes room to 
pull on her own knickers and group together the samples. She grabbed a 
short skirt off the rack and pulled it on. As she returned to the 
studio, Simone came into the room.

"Hey, looks like I'm just in time. Want to see my portfolio then?"

"What about Jim?" asked Marlene

"He's seen a naked girl before I think, and Lauren can look after him 
later!" said Simone, giggling as she looked at Lauren, who giggled too 
at their grown-up conversation.

"OK then, let's take a look" said Marlene, leading the way out to the 
reception area. Jim was waiting there, clearly pleased to see Lauren 
again and anxious for her to sit next to him as he moved cushions 
around the sofa. Simone walked across to the filing cabinet and pulled 
out a photo album, fifty centimeters square. She laid it on the table 
and sat with the children next to Jim. Lauren glanced up as she heard a 
clink to see Marlene bringing a bottle of champagne and four glasses 
across from inside the filing cabinet.

"Time to celebrate!" she announced.

"What's it for?" asked Lauren.

"We're celebrating that you two are here! And today you can drink as 
much as you want, you don't have to go home tonight, eh?" said Simone.

"That's really nice of you, we're very grateful!" said Jim, taking the 
glass offered to him. Lauren looked at the champagne and told herself 
that she would only have a little this time. They clinked glasses and 
settled down to look at the album.

"This is more like a history book." said Simone. "The only person who 
has ever taken stills of me is Marlene, and she started when I was 
about eleven. So here we go!" Simone turned back the cover to display 
two portraits of herself, both taken outdoors. "Most of these were 
taken before I did any film work"

"You're so pretty there!" exclaimed Lauren. Jim opened his mouth to 
speak but said nothing. Simone turned the page to show some studio 
shots, four to each page, with Simone dressed in a skirt and blouse 
with white tights or stockings on her legs and shoes that seemed to 
glitter in the lights.

"That's me in my party dress, the first time ever that I had worn 
stockings with a suspender belt. That day I did a load of catalogue 
stuff. Sweaters and tracksuits I think. Goddamn boring, so Marlene let 
me dress up." Marlene smiled contentedly at her young model and made 
comment about how difficult it was on some days to get her to do decent 
poses. Lauren was spell-bound by the pictures and thought to herself 
that it was interesting how fate had conspired to give them similar 
experiences. The page turned, showing Simone in a selection of 
nighties. Clearly, that was the only thing she was wearing as it was 
easy to see her nipples and the dark triangle of hair through the 
delicate fabric.

"Do you do any films now?" asked Lauren.

"No, I stopped a few years ago. I wanted to do sort of sexy horror 
stuff but there aren't very many directors who are into that sort of 
thing. The last one I did went wrong because the director didn't 
understand what the story required. We were filming and he just stopped 
it because he got scared, I think. Weird man, he was."

"This was really effective" said Marlene, pointing at a shot of Simone 
taken from the side in a white nightie, bent backwards over a small 
padded footstool, her hands trailing behind her with her feet on the 
ground. The mound of her vagina and the suggestion of her breasts gave 
the picture a highly erotic feel without being overtly sexual. Lauren 
turned the page, sneaking a look at Jim. She put her left hand on his 
thigh. There were only two pictures on the next page, full sized of 
Simone in a similar pose over the low stool, but naked. She turned the 
book round to orientate it properly, noticing the tuft of pubic hair 
and the nipples showing clearly in the profile. Lauren slurped at her 
drink noisily.

"That's ... great" said Jim. Lauren and Simone looked at him as if to 
encourage him to expand on his comment. "I mean, it's beautiful, the 
line from your feet all the way to your hands down here." Lauren 
smiled, nodding in agreement as she squeezed his leg.

"Think I should do that?" asked Lauren.

"Er, I'm not sure. Do you want to?" he asked.

"Maybe. We'll see!"

"There's no hurry. You do what you want." said Marlene.

The next few pages showed Simone in evening dress, swim suits and 
sports clothes, gradually growing older as the pages turned. Lauren 
thought she would have been about sixteen in her tennis outfit, showing 
her well developed legs, a hint of frilly knickers and very evident 
nipples underneath her blouse. Her hair was shorter in the pictures, 
making her look a lot younger. Jim turned the page and drew breath 
quickly. The next two pictures showed Simone back in the studio, 
sitting on the white chair that he knew so well, naked with her legs 
pulled right up to her face so that the shape of her vagina was clearly 
obvious between her legs, without showing too much detail except a 
little of her pubic hair. In the second photo, Simone was peeking from 
behind her legs, smiling straight into the camera. Lauren had never 
seen such a beautiful girl naked, and looked at the perfect shape of 
her legs, the way her arms curled around them and the cheeky grin on 
her face as she smiled. Her hair fell straight from her head, framing 
her cheeks and adding contrast against her faultless skin.

"I'm going to start printing the pictures we took this afternoon, you 
three can carry on. Just shout if you need me!" said Marlene, entering 
the darkroom.


Chapter 21b

Lauren turned the page. The next set of photos showed Simone with a 
young boy, maybe slightly older than Jim, but nonetheless still a young 
teenager. They were both naked to the waist, holding each other in 
their arms, and just touching their lips together in a kiss. On some 
photos, Simone had her head on his shoulder, while on others she looked 
straight up into his eyes. Turning the page, they saw her again, this 
time doing the same thing with a young girl, about the same age as 
Simone would have been.

"Marlene wanted me to try both on the same day to understand the 
differences of working with both boys and girls in the nude. We had a 
real laugh that day but didn't get very much work done!" said Simone, 
smiling at the memory. She turned the page to show herself now naked 
with the boy. She lay almost flat on the floor while the boy held both 
her hands in an effort to pull her up. Her firm breasts pushed out 
towards him, while her vagina was mainly hidden from the camera. Again, 
the next page showed the same, but with the girl pulling her off the 
floor.

Finally, the last few pages showed the boys cock, poised at the 
entrance to her vagina and then halfway inside her, with Simone's eyes 
closed and a smile evident on her face. The pose was full of power 
without being rough, his position loving as he looked down on her.

The last two pages showed four photos; the other girl with her hand 
covering Simone's vagina, and then with a single finger inside her. The 
facing page showed them in a sixty-nine position, with the focus 
centered on the girls tongue as it touched Simone's clitoris, and 
finally a shot of the two girls kissing gently in each other's arms.

"They're amazing! You're so beautiful" said Lauren, enthralled by the 
album.

"That's over about four years, and of course you don't see the hundreds 
and hundreds that didn't work." Simone smiled, closing the book and 
returning it to the filing cabinet. They both accepted more champagne 
when Simone offered as she refilled their glasses. "We should have 
something to eat sometime. Do you want to do some photos or have some 
of Marlene's lasagna?" asked Simone, sitting back on the edge of the 
desk. She made no attempt to cross her legs in front of Jim who had a 
glorious view between her legs.

"I'd like to do some photos. Will you do some with me?" she asked, 
turning to Jim.

"Well, I don't know. I don't mind doing some, but not, you know, all 
the way." he replied, looking imploringly at Lauren and Simone.

"It would look good in your portfolio if you did some boy-girl stuff" 
advised Simone.

"Please, just a few. Go on!" pleaded Lauren.

"OK, but we'll stop when I've had enough."

"Great, you're a star. Come on" she said, taking her wine in one hand 
and Jim in the other.

Simone knocked on the door of the darkroom and shouted to Marlene, just 
to let her know that her services were required in the studio. They all 
trooped back into the room, Jim having a good look around as his eyes 
adjusted to the glare. Lauren skipped over to centre stage and held out 
her hand for Jim to join her.

"Let's set up the stool and try out a few poses with just Lauren" said 
Simone, pulling the stool onto the white floor and pushing it towards 
the yellow mark. She showed her how to lie on the stool, and even 
demonstrated herself how she had posed for the portfolio shots. Lauren 
lay down and copied her, although the effect dressed as she was in the 
skirt and blouse was less than erotic. Simone repeatedly checked the 
pose, moving an arm or foot and then retreating towards the camera 
until she was happy.

"Right, remember that!" she said. "Now, this is what I suggest. You do 
a few naked on your own on the stool, then you and Jim can do some 
topless. The you and I can do the same, and finish with us both naked, 
and me pulling you off the ground. Then you'll have roughly the same 
set as me. OK?"

"Yeah. Shall we start?" asked Lauren, standing up and wandering over to 
her champagne. She took a deep swig and put the glass back on the 
floor, wobbling slightly as she stood back up.

"Yup, off you go. This one is just you, lying on the stool on your 
back." advised Simone, standing behind the camera as Marlene joined 
them. Lauren turned her back to the camera and undid her blouse, 
letting it fall from her shoulders before throwing it away from her. 
She then slipped off the skirt and pulled down her knickers, again 
making sure they landed away from the white floor. Carefully, she sat 
back down on the stool and leaned back so that her feet touched the 
ground and her head fell backwards over the edge of the stool on the 
other side. As she stretched out behind her, Simone moved towards her.

"This won't work with your hair, it's too strong. I'll find you a big 
hat, hang on" said Simone, entering the clothes room and emerging 
seconds later with a wide-brimmed boater. "Try this, lean up!" Lauren 
sat up and pulled the hat into place. As she leaned back again, the hat 
threatened to fall off.

"You can keep one hand on it without spoiling the effect, I think." 
said Marlene.

Lauren leaned right back and assumed the pose, one hand on her head 
holding the hat in place with the other right out behind her, trailing 
onto the floor. The subtle peaks of her breasts were evident against 
the flatness of her stomach, as was the tiny wisp of hair that marked 
the beginning of her sex. After several flashes, Simone walked onto the 
set and examined how she was laying. She rearranged her right leg so 
that it bent at the knee and tilted the hat slightly. Three more 
flashes, and Simone returned again.

"You'll need to get your nipples firmer. Can you do it?" she asked.

"Like this?"

"Yes, look here" said Simone, tweaking her other nipple and feeling it 
harden to her touch. She knelt down to see how the nipples looked in 
profile. "Great, two more!" Marlene actually took another six before 
Simone announced that Jim should join Lauren, just kneeling to her 
right on the other side from the camera, holding her right hand.

"Look into her eyes" said Marlene as another couple of flashes made him 
blink.

"Lauren, undo the buttons on his shirt" said Simone, walking over to 
the makeup table and returning with a big hairbrush for Jim. She made 
him look much tidier and took some time to stand at Lauren's feet and 
survey the scene. "OK, now touch his chest, Lauren."

The session continued, Jim holding Lauren in his arms as she sat up, 
then kissing her as his shirt came off. They stood up, Lauren naked and 
oblivious to the camera, as they kissed and Jim touched her breasts, 
the camera flashing all the while.

"Jim, take your trousers off and hold her close to you. Lauren, put 
your knickers back on for a while." suggested Simone.

"I don't think I want to do anymore" he said apologetically.

"Oh come on, just a bit more!" said Lauren, pulling her knickers up.

Jim thought for a moment before replying that he would do a few more, 
but not many. Simone returned and pulled Lauren up so that she stood 
next to Jim who was still kneeling in front of her.

"Jim, pull her knickers down a few inches. Lauren, turn towards the 
camera a little more." said Simone as the camera flashed madly. Simone 
dived in quickly to edge his face closer to her pubic hair, stepping 
away as Marlene took another series of shots. Jim relaxed slightly, 
relieved that she was not being called upon to perform anything against 
his will, and moved closer to kiss the beginning of Lauren's light 
covering of hair. Lauren pulled him into her, the camera recording the 
sight of her little breasts leading to her flat stomach, with her 
boyfriend's face hard against her vagina.

"Jim, stand up, and now you, Lauren, kneel down. You need to look like 
you're worshipping him. Great, that's it." Simone paused momentarily 
while Marlene loaded another film. "Right, now bring his trousers down 
a few inches."

Lauren undid his trouser buttons and fly as she looked up into his 
eyes. She was clearly fired up by the occasion, while he still showed 
reluctance at proceeding much further. He inhaled deeply though as she 
ran her hand up his cock, touching him through his underpants.

"Lovely, look into his eyes again as you do that!" Lauren looked up 
obligingly, but was concerned by the look on his face. "Lauren, where 
is your left hand? What's it doing there? You're supposed to be dying 
to rip his clothes off, not measuring him for a new pair of trousers! 
Let me look at you" said Simone, returning to the scene and looking at 
the two children. Jim stood quite still, his cock trying to poke out 
from the side of his underpants while Lauren was clearly uncomfortable 
kneeling on the floor.

"Lauren, sit on your bottom so that you look happier" ordered Simone, 
kneeling down with Lauren. Without warning, she pushed her hand down 
Jim's underpants and moved his cock so that it stood straight up. He 
squealed from the surprise intrusion, not withdrawing but wobbling on 
his feet. Lauren smiled as the tip of his cock poked over his 
waistband. The outline of his weapon maddened her and she knew that 
there was a sizable damp spot growing between her legs. Simone 
disappeared back to the camera, and the flashes resumed.

"Jim, do you want to do any more?" asked Marlene.

"I think that's enough, actually, thanks." he replied.

"OK, now I'll do some with you, Lauren. Stand up straight" commanded 
Simone as she exchanged places with Jim. She pulled the naked little 
girl towards her, allowing her long dark hair to fall between them, 
partially covering Lauren's little breasts. Lauren could feel the 
warmth of her cashmere jumper, and the firmness of her chest intrigued 
her beyond measure. She looked up slightly into Simone's eyes as she 
felt her arms fold around her tightly. The camera flashed again while 
Simone arranged the boater on her head and smiled at her.

After a few shots, Simone unlocked herself from their embrace and 
pulled her jumper over her head, revealing her white lace bra. They 
returned to the same pose and another few moments were recorded in 
history. Simone asked Lauren to undo the little clasp at the front of 
her bra, watching as it fell to the ground. The camera recorded the 
event. Lauren stared down at her breasts and saw that they were perfect 
in every detail. She could imagine (quite correctly) that they were 
perfectly formed as they grew from just below her collar bone downwards 
in a slightly concave shape to the nipple, and then in a convex, 
rounded fashion back to her upper chest. They were larger than 
Lauren's, but not much more than a 36B. The temptation to reach up and 
touch them proved too great, and as she did so, the camera again 
flashed a number of times. Simone leaned down slightly and caressed her 
neck, tilting Lauren's head up as their lips met. Lauren felt light-
headed as her legs refused to support her body. The wine and lack of 
food were taking their toll as she held Simone's arm, sinking onto the 
stool.

"God, I feel so weird. I think I need something to eat soon." she said, 
sitting on the stool.

"OK, let's just finish this and then we can have tea" said Simone. She 
turned towards Lauren. "Take this skirt off and pull my knickers down a 
bit."

Lauren helped her out of the remainder of her clothes, shaking her head 
very slightly in disbelief as she exposed Simone's vagina. She pulled 
at Simone's hand, dragging her down to whisper in her ear.

"Hey, I'm so wet and so wobbly!"

"So am I. Feel!" she giggled loudly.

Lauren slowly pushed a finger into the delightful valley between 
Simone's pussy lips, feeling the slickness and silky smoothness of her 
highly aroused state. The camera flashed madly, encouraging both girls 
to continue their intimacy. Simone placed her left foot beside Lauren 
on the stool, opening up her pussy and showing every wonderful fold to 
the camera. Lauren heard Marlene and Jim discussing the shot behind the 
lights, and she realised that he must be watching and able to see 
everything. In her muddled way, she wondered what he was thinking. Her 
mind refused to consider very much at all, and came up with the answer 
that there wasn't much to worry about.

"Let's do the floor shots, you lie down and I'll pull you up." 
suggested Simone, swinging her off the stool and onto the floor. Lauren 
lay on the cold studio and looked up at the lights which were clearly 
moving around, their heat beating down on her body until Simone 
appeared above her, replacing their bright glare with the dark view of 
her pussy and now her very obvious clitoris. They joined hands and 
Simone pulled her so that her head fell back, her right leg bent as she 
remembered from the photos earlier. Lauren counted more than ten 
flashes while Simone held both hands, then just one, and finally 
squatted down and pulled her upwards with her hand behind her neck, her 
face almost between her legs.

Simone swapped places and lay on the floor, but Lauren was suffering as 
the room spun uncontrollably and she fought to keep her balance.

"Are you OK, Lori?" asked Jim.

"I just need something to eat. Some chocolate or something. If I don't 
get energy sort of foods then I get really wobbly." She had just 
finished the words when Jim caught her as her legs started to buckle 
underneath her. Simone jumped up and they carried her from the studio 
into the reception area, laying her down on the long sofa. After Jim's 
initial concern had subsided, he realised that he was sitting next to a 
naked thirteen-year old in his underpants with an indecent bulge 
evident to everyone, while a gorgeous naked twenty-five year old beauty 
stood beside him, close enough for him to recognise the wonderful smell 
of pure sex.

"Close your eyes, Lori. Marlene is making some hot chocolate that 
should do the trick." said Jim, holding her hand. Lauren half closed 
her eyes, her head quite still as she held onto the sofa. Jim looked up 
at Simone who smiled back, putting her hand on his shoulder. He fought 
hard to keep his eyes from drifting, but to no effect as his gaze moved 
from her eyes to her lips, down over her breasts and finally came to 
rest between her slightly parted legs. She watched him carefully, 
squeezing his shoulder in encouragement as she sat down behind him, out 
of sight of Lauren. He turned so that he could continue to hold her 
hand, while watching her settle down behind him, one foot on the floor 
and the other on the sofa. Her pussy was now completely in view, her 
right hand moving over her stomach to seek out her pubic hair and then 
down onwards to her clitoris and labia. Jim watched, unaware that his 
mouth was now slightly open. Any idea his cock might have had about 
having a rest vanished as she rubbed her vagina with the palm of her 
hand and leaned back with her eyes closed.

Marlene brought Lauren's hot chocolate in, deliberately ignoring 
Simone's activities. They all helped her to sit up and sip the drink, 
in between chunks from a large Toblerone bar. Marlene draped a green, 
wholesome looking dressing gown over her shoulders to keep her warm.

"Think you're better have a rest. Lack of food, excitement and drink 
don't always go together, you know." said Marlene. "You should have a 
little sleep. It's only four o'clock. We'll wake you at five"

"I'd like to. I'm sorry, Jim!" she said quietly, accepting a helping 
hand from Marlene as she pulled on the dressing gown and warily got to 
her feet. Jim and Simone waved good-bye as she tramped off up the 
stairs.

As she lay in the bed, feeling slightly better but still aware that she 
had drunk too much, she could her voices and laughter from below. She 
thought about the beauty of Simone and how wonderful it had been just 
to feel her breasts. She also considered what Jim could be doing 
downstairs, and whether Simone had put some clothes on yet. But then 
she distinctly heard the sound of pots and pans from the kitchen. 
Pleased with the thought that they were all helping with the evening 
meal, she drifted off into much needed sleep.

She awoke slowly, searching the room for signs of familiarity until she 
realised that she was not in her own bedroom but at Marlene's house. 
She looked towards the window and saw that it was still daytime, 
recalling that she had left the others downstairs for a quick afternoon 
sleep. Curling into a ball, she pulled the covers around her chin and 
smiled. She was excited by the thought of having her own portfolio, 
especially with Jim featuring in part of it, and the lovely Simone as 
well. She found the dressing gown and stood up, pulling on the robe and 
clumping downstairs into the reception area.

"Hey, how do you feel?" asked Jim, walking over to her with concern on 
his face. He was now dressed again, trousers and shirt covering the 
body that Lauren wanted to hold so tight an hour ago. Simone was 
dressed in a red silk robe that looked like a Japanese kimono that came 
down to mid-thigh, tied at the waist with a red silk belt. Lauren 
guessed that she had no knickers on, and was equally sure that she 
would find out before the end of the evening.

"I had a lovely sleep. I'm fine! Did I miss anything?"

"We - Jim and I that is - had a long talk, and he wants to finish the 
photo set just like mine if you want to." said Simone, looking at Jim 
for confirmation.

"Oh great, thanks!" said Lauren, sitting on the sofa and kissing Jim on 
the lips. She looked at him lovingly, resting her hand on his thigh and 
her head on his shoulder.

"Well, maybe just a few, and Simone wanted to do some more for hers, so 
I said I would, just this once." he said.

The implication that Jim might have sex with Simone and herself was 
upsetting to her. She looked bewildered as she turned over in her mind 
the risks that she was running in agreeing to the proposal. She had 
little choice, as she felt sure that she could hardly forbid them to 
pose together. Her concern that Jim might run away with Simone after 
finding her sexier was the major worry, for surely she could not 
compete with the experience, looks or sheer presence of Simone.

"Hey, we'll only do a couple and then you can have him back for ever!" 
said Simone, kneeling down in front of Lauren and holding her hands.

Lauren visibly cheered up. "That's OK, I trust him. I trust you all!"

"Let's have some tea then and well do a few more afterwards. Then we 
can relax and you two lovers can disappear upstairs." said Marlene, 
walking out of the room. "Come on!"

Dinner was served in the dining room around an old square wooden table. 
The room, in Lauren's opinion, was ghastly, suffering from an over-
abundance of wood carvings, trinkets and holiday momentoes that added 
up to pure annoyance. She sat opposite Jim and amused herself by 
rubbing her foot over his leg but unsuccessfully reaching any further. 
The lasagna was expertly made, and Lauren was in the mood for food. Her 
light-headedness had gone, but there was still a feeling of emptiness 
inside her that gradually evaporated with the second helping.

Marlene had also made a long, thickly-filled apple strudel that steamed 
wildly as she brought it in from the kitchen. They all covered their 
portions with cream and ate silently, washing the food down with wine 
or, in the case of Lauren, Perrier. Finally, Marlene brought in a 
cheeseboard and biscuits, which were also well received and munched as 
the conversation returned.

"Hey, it's eight o'clock! We'd better get going!" said Marlene, rising 
to clear away the dishes. They all helped her carry the plates through 
to the kitchen, and Marlene washed up while Lauren and Jim dried. 
Simone took the plates and cutlery, returning them to the respective 
drawers and cupboards. It was while she was reaching up to put the 
plates back onto the top shelf of the wall-cupboard that Lauren saw her 
kimono rise up, way over her bottom, revealing her pussy and the 
tempting gap between her shapely legs. Unable to reach the shelf, she 
put her right knee on the worktop, spreading her legs so that her pussy 
almost rested on the surface. Jim also saw the exhibition, his eyes 
bulging slightly as he returned to his duties. A surge of excitement 
ran through Lauren's stomach, and she found herself moving towards 
Simone, placing her hands on her hips to steady her.


Chapter 22a

Saturday 22nd August, 11am

Maurice Gisal drove very carefully round the hairpin bends that led 
from the valley up towards AnneMarie's village, even though he had been 
up there many times in all seasons. On the back seat was a small 
suitcase containing every conceivable piece of clothing that Lauren 
might require during some emergency, plus her overnight things in case 
she had to stay, plus makeup, a present, camera, spare film and her 
Cookie Monster dressing gown which was again pressed into service. 
Daniele, her mother, sat with the luggage in the back, steadying the 
bridesmaid's skirt and jacket that swung on a hook. Her shoes (which 
they had remembered as her father started the car), were also on the 
back seat. Lauren wore jeans, a white T-Shirt with a white bra 
underneath, and her usual pair of sandals, looking casual but clean and 
tidy - quite presentable in the eyes of her mother - for a thirteen 
year-old.

"Well, looks like she's going to have nice weather for it." said her 
mother.

"Has anyone met the lucky man. Lauren, you must have seen him?" asked 
her father, crawling round the corners at about 5 km per hour.

"I saw a photo once when she asked me if I wanted to be bridesmaid, he 
seemed quite nice. Lives in Zurich, I think" replied Lauren.

"Just think, that'll be you soon, then you'll leave home and never even 
remember us" joked her mother.

"I'll come home to get my washing done, though"

"Yes, I know. Don't you worry, there's never any hurry to get married, 
for any reason."

"How old were you then, mum?"

"Oh, I was twenty-two. And your brother was born three years later, 
then you two years after that. It all seems so long ago and yet I don't 
know where all the years have gone!"

"Here we are, and there's the church where she's getting married." said 
her father. "I remember that, we've been to a Christening in there 
before. Can't think for the life of me who it was, though"

"Maurice, wasn't it that Italian couple's little boy? Don't really know 
why we were invited. Probably because you knew him from work"

There were three cars parked outside her house already, almost blocking 
the little lane that led further up the mountain. He parked just 
outside just as Lauren said that she didn't really need him now. He 
asked her to call when then wedding reception finished so that he could 
come and get her. Kissing her cheek, he took the bags from the back of 
the car while her mother helped her to get the luggage up the front 
door. Lauren watched as her mother got into the front passenger seat 
and the car turned in the driveway, waving good-bye as they retraced 
their route. Lauren pressed the doorbell twice to ensure it was heard 
over the music and laughter coming from inside the little house, and 
waited expectantly as she heard clomping noise of someone descending 
the wooden stairs within.

The door opened to reveal a girl about the same age as herself, dressed 
only in a towel wrapped around her body, knotted in front to cover the 
tiny mounds of her breasts.

"Hey, Lauren?" asked the girl.

"Yeah, are you Kirsten?

"Yeah, come in, we're all upstairs. AnneMarie is dressing, but there's 
another two hours yet before the photographer comes."

Lauren entered the small hallway, closing the door behind her, and 
gratefully accepted the help from Kirsten to get her things upstairs. 
At the top, she glanced to her left to see AnneMarie sitting in front 
of a vanity unit in her underwear.

"Hi, I'm here!" shouted Lauren.

"Oh, Lauren, how are you?" replied AnneMarie. Lauren was surprised to 
the point of being almost stunned. She had expected her to jump up and 
give her a big hug, but she remained seated and turned back towards the 
mirror, leaning forward to inspect her eyebrows.

"Er, fine. I'll get ready. Is everything allright?"

"Fine, thanks! You just worry about yourself." A feint smile flitted 
across her lips and disappeared as she again turned back to her makeup. 
Still startled, Lauren followed Kirsten, almost bumping into an old man 
who emerged from the toilet.

"`S'cuse me" he said, going downstairs.

As they entered the spare bedroom, Lauren looked at Kirsten. "Who's 
he?" she asked, closing the door.

"Not sure. Been here about an hour. Seems to know AnneMarie somehow."

"Do you think AnneMarie's OK, she seems a bit concerned about 
something?"

"Probably just wedding day nerves. It's the most important day of her 
life, you know. At least, that's what my Mum says." replied Kirsten.

Kirsten was slightly shorter than Lauren, and looked like a very cute 
little girl, with high cheekbones and a rounded face that contained a 
small nose and twinkling blue eyes. Her blonde hair, cut short, curled 
slightly at the front. Lauren thought that she spent most of her days 
laughing and giggling, and was instantly reminded of Nikki.

"Hey, did Kristal make your skirt and jacket - she said there were 
going to be two?" asked Kirsten.

"Yes, it was finished about two weeks ago"

"She's nice. I had such a fun time at her house. Well, most of the 
time."

"I know. I didn't know she had left her husband so I put my foot in it 
a bit." said Lauren.

"Did she explain why?"

"Yeah. In great detail"

The girls looked at each other. Kirsten walked across the room to the 
bed and sat down, the towel parting to show her tanned legs. The 
unspoken communication between them confirmed in Lauren's mind that 
Kirsten too had been introduced to the washing game round at Kristal's 
house.

"Did you use her bathroom?" asked Kirsten.

"Yeah. Did you dress up?"

"No! What happened?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just tried on some other clothes, you know" answered 
Lauren.

"Hey, like what?"

"You know, underwear, that sort of thing"

"Want to hear what happened when I went round there?"

"Yeah then I'll tell you what happened to me. Go on"

Kirsten explained that she had been there three times, just like 
Lauren. Firstly to see the pattern, then for the first fitting, and 
then for the final one. Nothing had happened on the first visit, except 
that Kristal had measured her and commented on her figure. But Kristal 
had been wearing a short skirt and a see-through blouse.

"On the second visit, we had lunch and I had much to much to drink. We 
talked about her husband and the things they used to do before they 
were married. Did she tell you they had sex in an elevator at the mall 
one Sunday morning?"

"God, no!"

"Well, she did. Anyway, we talked and eventually she talked about her 
girlfriend who had washed her. So I suppose I agreed to see what it was 
like. Did you do that?"

"Yeah. Actually, I think it was great. I hadn't done much like that and 
it really felt different. That's when I tried on the underwear"

""Yeah, same here. She was so kind and considerate, there was no rush. 
Anyway, that was the second time. The third time was really weird. 
Again, I had lunch there and had some champagne which went to my head. 
We, you know, kissed and cuddled and I think I fell asleep, but 
remember waking up on a plastic sheet on her bed. Somehow, I agreed to 
her tying my feet and hands together, mainly because I was really randy 
and she was licking me all over. Then she poured gallons - well, quite 
a lot - of Baby Oil over me and massaged it into everywhere.

"Yeah, I had the same I think, but don't think I was tied up." said 
Lauren, now sitting next to her, enthralled by the similarity in the 
sexy story.

"Then from nowhere another dark haired girl appeared who looked a bit 
older, and they then both started to lick and prod me. It was OK at 
first, but I couldn't see this other girl, except that she had dark 
hair as

I say, and was naked. I began to get scared, and asked them to stop, 
but Kristal said the best bit was about to happen. This other girl slid 
behind and underneath me as I lay there, and grabbed round my neck, 
then reached down and grabbed behind my knees, you see?"

"Yeah" Lauren shifted on the bed, trying to give more room for her 
pussy to breath and expand as she listened to the story.

"She pulled my legs right up against my chest so that Kristal could see 
right into my pussy. And then I saw that she had this enormous man's 
thing between her legs, which she pushed into me. I screamed and 
screamed, but Kristal just said to relax and the other girl held me so 
tight that I thought I'd stop breathing. Anyway, she did stop after a 
while, and I had to stay there while they did things to each other. 
Then I really did sleep and went home afterwards.

"Mine was similar, but there was only her. She tried this vibrator 
thing on me which sent me through the roof."

"Oh yeah, isn't that great?"

"Hmm, but I prefer my boyfriend doing it to me" said Lauren, running 
her hand through her brown wavy hair.

"Oh, you're lucky. I wish I had a boyfriend now. I did have one, sort 
of, about a year ago, but that was all. That's why I miss Kristal so 
much. I'm going to see her again on Monday morning for lunch. I said 
that I wanted the skirt altered for the summer!"

"What happened to your boyfriend?"

"It wasn't really a boyfriend, you know. It was a cousin who stayed 
with us from Germany last summer. He was sixteen and I needed to learn 
about boys, so we fooled around. I let him do it to me three times. It 
was OK. But Kristal was so different. I simply need more."

"But what if it starts to hurt?"

"I don't care. I thought about that, but the more it hurt, the more I 
liked it in the end. Not so much while they were hurting me, but when I 
came, God, it was amazing! Doesn't it make you wet just talking about 
it?"

"Yeah, and we had better stop because I've got some special underwear 
for today" said Lauren, opening her little suitcase and taking out the 
Dior knickers, bra and suspenders.

"Oh, wow, let me see!" said Kirsten, taking hold of the knickers and 
feeling them against her face. "They're lovely. They must have cost a 
fortune!"

"They were a present." Lauren thought that to add anymore might have 
been unkind.

"I'd like a boyfriend like that, who bought me lovely things. Perhaps 
one day."

Lauren pulled her T-Shirt over her head and threw it casually on the 
bed. She then slipped her tight jeans down her legs and tossed them on 
top.

"You're like me. You get wet so easily!" said Kirsten, looking directly 
at the gap between Lauren's legs.

"I know. Sometimes I get like it just thinking about things."

"Me too, like now" said Kirsten. "Do you want to see?"

"No, not now. I need to get ready."

Kirsten trailed her hands between the folds of her towel and obviously 
found her pussy, inhaling sharply as her eyelids fluttered. Lauren was 
unsure what she should do. It was clear that the girl was in need to 
some sort of attention, but she didn't want to do anything, anxious to 
get dressed and look her best for the wedding. She saw the towel fall 
away from her body as the knot slipped undone, her round firm breasts 
like white icing surrounded by a tanned body. Her gaze followed 
Kirsten's hand down between her legs and saw she had wonderfully 
rounded little buttocks. Lauren instantly understood why Kristal would 
have found her attractive and could visualise the two - or three - of 
them locked entwined on the bed or patio. Lauren thought she should 
have been surprised at the total absence of pubic hair, but wasn't in 
the slightest, noting it with the same interest as she would have a 
scar or mole. The girl looked like a big baby doll, her mouth slightly 
open and her eyes half closed as she sat on the bed.

"Lauren, don't you find that you need to play with yourself all the 
time?

Lauren sat down on the bed beside her as Kirsten leaned back against 
the pillows and shed the remainder of her towel.

"Well, no, not really. I think I do it about as much as anyone else, 
maybe a bit more." she offered.

"I just have to keep doing it." She paused, sitting up on the bed and 
looking at her thighs. "I'm in a real mess, I think."

"What do you mean?"

"I dunno, I just can't stop doing it now. Ever since I went round to 
Kristal's house I have to keep playing with myself. Sometimes I hit my 
pussy, like with my school ruler, until it hurts so much I cry." She 
looked down, her chest heaving as tears began to flow.

"But, that's terrible. Why can't you just stop? Just leave yourself 
alone?"

"I don't know. I'm so frightened. I just have to see her, like I'm 
drawn to her for some reason"

"Hey, that's OK. I'm not really very good at helping, you know, with 
that sort of thing. Listen, I think we should get ready -we need to 
look as beautiful as possible - you never know if there will be some 
great boys at the wedding." suggested Lauren.

Kirsten brightened up slightly at the mention of the boys and regained 
her modesty, pulling her towel back over her breasts.

Lauren shed her underwear to stand naked in front Kirsten. She reached 
into the suitcase and pulled out a pair of grey stockings, sat down 
again on the edge of the bed and rolled them onto her legs. Kirsten 
watched with a hint of jealousy, toying with her own randomly-selected 
underwear and the grey tights that had been provided for her. As Lauren 
stood up and turned, she felt the appreciative gaze of Kirsten all over 
her body, and defiantly teased her by parting her legs more than 
necessary and adjusting her suspenders, revealing her sweet, lightly-
haired pussy, naked and tempting, to the drooling little girl on the 
bed.

She took the bra from her suitcase and fastened it at the back, still 
pleased that Kirsten had hardly moved. With a flourish she pulled her 
knickers up to her waist and tut-tutted as she pretended that the 
gusset was digging too tightly into the tops of her legs. She smiled at 
Kirsten sweetly, understanding what Kristal had meant about that 
strange feeling of power that came with wearing something so powerfully 
erotic. She felt almost jubilant, and more self-assured than she had 
for many months as she adjusted the material, the shape of her fingers 
visible through the fine material as she ran a finger over her warm 
pussy lips. Today, she decided, was also going to be her day, as well 
as AnneMarie's.

The photographer arrived on time, took a number of photos of AnneMarie 
dreamily looking out of the window holding her bouquet. The 
bridesmaids, with their somewhat un-traditional skirt and jacket and 
small bouquets of wild mountain flowers looked beautiful. Both girls 
posed confidently, smiling as they looked at each other and reflected 
their genuine happiness on the occasion of their friend's wedding. 
Lauren stood at least three inches taller that Kirsten, her legs long 
for her age and their shape accentuated by the cool grey stockings and 
medium heels.

However, to her disappointment, Lauren barely exchanged ten words with 
AnneMarie as they waited to depart, and she grew increasingly 
concerned. Even though AnneMarie may be pre-occupied with her wedding 
day arrangements, she had been a friend of the Gisal family for most of 
her life, baby-sitting for Mike and Lauren since she could remember. 
Lauren was therefore pleased to be able to talk to Kirsten, but as the 
morning wore on, she became more and more irritated with the situation, 
and turned her frustration back onto Kirsten for having even involved 
her in her problems in the bedroom earlier that morning. Just before 
they had to leave for the church, Lauren thought she might tell Kirsten 
in no uncertain terms about the displeasure she felt, but as she looked 
at her, there was no doubting that the girl was cute, bubbly and fun to 
be with, and so, as usual, Lauren decided that she would be kind to her 
with regard her moment of need, and not mention it again. She did 
however still feel used, and reflected that her recent life of 
promiscuity may not be all fun and games.

As she crossed the road to the church, she wondered why she was so 
quick to allow people to trample over her and concluded that she was 
maybe the sort that saw the world through rose-tinted glasses, without 
ever considering that some of people might be less than scrupulous. Her 
day-dreams led her to think about not only her times with Kristal, but 
also the photographic sessions with Marlene and Simone. In her mind it 
had seemed quite innocent at the time, and probably was even still. But 
the risk was something she had really not considered, and she vowed to 
do so from that moment onwards. She therefore decided that she would be 
a one-man girl and would treasure and preserve her relationship with 
Jim to the exclusion of all others. Her stomach churned when she 
thought about the last photo session, and how she had asked Jim to pose 
with her, naked in front of the cameras. Her walk slowed to a crawl as 
the implications shot through her mind; what did he think of her now, 
had she been so thoughtless that he would never call her again. As she 
walked through the graveyard, she hoped that since they had made love 
after the photos had been taken that he didn't really mind. There had 
certainly been passion in the morning before they got out of bed, and 
so her mind was partially put at ease. However, her conclusions about 
fidelity remained intact, although the strength of her convictions 
mellowed as an itch from the label of her suspender belt brought back 
delightful memories of Kristal.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in this tiny church to witness 
the wonderful joining in matrimony of AnneMarie and Andre. We shall 
sing two hymns this morning, and I would ask you all to rise while we 
sing the first of these, Fight the Good Fight, number 146 in your red 
hymn books." said the Reverend, his cheeks matching the covers of the 
hymnals as he bellowed out the words from the altar. Lauren looked 
behind her to see about sixty or seventy people standing in the pews, 
all resplendent in their bright dresses and elegant suits.

The service continued with solemn prayers for the bride and groom, and 
then the actual wedding ceremony was conducted, the voice of the 
Reverend filling the church and most of the neighbourhood. It was no 
surprise to Lauren that when he asked if anyone knew of any lawful 
impediment why AnneMarie and Andre could not be joined in holy 
matrimony, there was no sound at all.

"Marriage is something that is approached soberly, maturely and is not 
undertaken lightly. It is God's way of ensuring the continuation of his 
kingdom, and by his wish, the joy of children. Take heed that AnneMarie 
and Andre have considered these things when they repeat their vows in 
front of you and God today."

A child suddenly burst into tears in the second row, her mother rocking 
her in her arms. As the noise gradually competed with the Reverend the 
mother shook her until she remembered where she was, and tactfully 
withdrew outside into the sunshine.

"Do you Andre Gesund, take this woman, AnneMarie Grob, to be your 
lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do" he replied. Lauren looked across to see the beads of sweat on 
his forehead, his fingers nervously toying with his hymnsheet. His 
features were bland, almost boyish, although he had a great shock of 
black hair that had apparently been combed once in his life and had 
never recovered, for it fell over his forehead in a tangle towards his 
eyes. His morning suit, however, was top quality, and even if it had 
been hired for the day, it was certainly an expensive looking outfit. 
Too bad, thought Lauren, that the shop didn't have his size.

"To have and to hold, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, 
from this day forward, till death do us part"

"I do." he said.

"And now, AnneMarie, do you take Andre Jacques Bertrand Gesund to be 
your lawfully wedded husband"?

"I do" she replied. Lauren thought she was going to wet herself, and 
clearly from the congregation, there were others who found his name 
more than a little amusing. Even the Reverend raised his substantial 
eyebrows at him, seeking guidance from the groom rather than above this 
time.

"To have and to hold, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, 
from this day forward, till death do us part"


Chapter 22b

"I do" she replied. The Best Man fumbled in his pocket for the rings 
and laid them on the Reverends order of service. The groom took the 
small diamond ring and gently placed it on AnneMarie's finger. It shone 
brilliantly even on the dim light of the church, and she realised that 
her life-long baby-sitter and friend was almost married. Did she 
remember all those long evenings when her parents were out. Did she 
remember how she would tip-toe downstairs to sit with her and talk 
about grown-up things, watching late night television programs, and 
then shooting back to bed as the car headlights shone through the 
lounge window? Lauren thought that she might recall some of it, but 
apparently something was not right between herself and AnneMarie, and 
she realised that she was unlikely anymore until after their honeymoon. 
AnneMarie took the plain wedding band and pushed it over Andre's 
finger, tugging his finger tip in order to get it over his second 
knuckle.

"With the exchange of rings, and the vows they have taken amongst you, 
bear witness that AnneMarie and Andre have entered into a solemn oath. 
I now pronounce you man and wife." said the Reverend with a flourish of 
his hand.

They kissed gently at the altar and followed the Reverend to the office 
while the organist played an unknown variation of Mozart's Marriage of 
Figaro. Lauren and Kirsten followed behind, witnessing the register 
with the Best Man who turned out to have a modicum of wit and 
personality. She looked again at the groom, and noticed under his coat 
tails a large safety pin that held his trousers together. The Best Man, 
Jakob, caught her stare and smiled back wickedly, nodding.

The ensemble returned to the altar and made their way regally down the 
aisle towards the big double doors and the gravestones beyond. The 
official photographer had poll position in front of the door, but 
rapidly became frustrated as another ten relatives and friends began 
flashing away directly behind him while he did his best to arrange the 
guests.

He tried desperately to out-smart the others by moving quickly ahead, 
but the bride and groom were waylaid at the church door, turning this 
way and that, talking to Aunt Elsie (who nobody had seen in fifteen 
years) and then listening to friend of the family Jacques Souiller tell 
them about his gall bladder operation. Needless to say, by the time 
they caught up with the photographer (lurking in the bushes for that 
`unexpected natural shot') their real wish was to get on to the 
reception and have a drink. Mr. Souiller had clearly not finished, 
having only related up to the point where he had been given the pre- 
medication, and insisted on telling the remainder in the white Mercedes 
on the way to the hotel, climbing in and holding the door for AnneMarie 
and her new man. Gently, he was coaxed out and advised that there would 
be someone to help him shortly. The next couple of minutes saw a re-
enactment of the Le Mans 24 hour race, as cars sped away, not caring 
which route they took, while the Reverend wandered out of his church 
clutching the pitiful collection.

During the endless photographs that appeared to be mandatory before the 
wedding breakfast, Lauren smiled for all she was worth, posed with 
AnneMarie and Andre, with Kirsten, with friends of AnneMarie and then 
in the larger group shots on the lawn of the hotel. Her jaw started to 
ache at about twelve o'clock, and by one o'clock the pain from her 
mouth was equal to that from her stomach. She tasted the first prawn at 
just after half past one, swallowing it without chewing despite the 
years of lectures. Her seat next to some of Andre's friends was ideal, 
as she could see across to AnneMarie and also the rest of the guests 
due to the way the tables had been arranged.

She sipped her wine slowly, well aware of the problems that alcohol had 
caused her in the past few weeks, and surveyed the room. There were a 
few boys of her age, but nobody special. Perhaps that was just as well. 
She would have a good dance and meet lots of new people, then go home 
and curl up in her own little bed. The chicken a la something or other 
was another Swiss culinary first on a par with air dried beef, the dark 
meat held down forcibly on the plate with pickles and vegetables of 
dubious parentage. The meal though did revive her energy level, 
something that had concerned her again in the morning, although 
possibly the adrenaline rush from the service had kept it in abeyance.

She turned to Kirsten who was delicately munching her way through the 
salad like a council refuse cart and discussed school and her plans for 
what was left of the summer holidays. As she replied, Lauren watched 
her little mouth, thinking that perhaps she wasn't all doll- like. She 
sipped her wine, recalling their earlier encounter in the bedroom. She 
also remembered that she was wearing the suspenders and stockings, 
whereas Kirsten had only tatty old underwear. The thought sent a new 
surge of power through her bones, giving her conversation a new edge of 
authority as they discussed clothes, boys and the local towns. She 
opened her legs very slightly as she felt the familiar signs of arousal 
moving silently below, like unseen hands massaging and probing, 
warming, tickling and licking her as they left their wonderful trail of 
sweet stickiness in their wake.

After the meringue and fruit, cheese and biscuits followed, with coffee 
and mints rounding of the memorable meal. The Best Man lurched to his 
feet, laughing as he read what appeared to be his speech, banging the 
side of his glass with a serving spoon.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, it gives me great pleasure to 
welcome you all here today on behalf of AnneMarie and Andre. For some 
reason, Andre asked me to be his Best Man, I think as I've known him 
for so many years. Yes, I've known all his girlfriends, not in the same 
way, of course...." he paused as laughter rippled around the 
room..."and I'm pleased to see so many of you here today" Peals of 
laughter echoed round the restaurant. "..er, I mean friends, not, you 
know, girlfriends!" He hiccuped loudly, smiling inanely to himself.

Lauren looked at AnneMarie's parents who were clearly putting a brave 
face on what had every sign of being one of the most embarrassing 
moments of their lives. She felt sorry for them as they smiled at 
Andre, no doubt thinking that they would rather have kept their 
daughter and not gained a son-in-law.

"I met Andre just after he moved into the same lodgings as me. It was 
after a particularly drunken party and I bumped into a young lady 
leaving his room. No doubt she had mistaken it for the ladies with all 
the visitors it had."

Lauren, along with half the guests, was now convinced that the title of 
Best Man was unfortunate in this case, and she felt certain that he 
would end up on the floor before he finished his speech, either through 
drink or from the force of a blow to his head from any one of about 
twenty people who were sizing him up.

"It was then that I realised that we had very similar tastes, as the 
lady leaving turned out to be an old friend of mine as well. Small 
world, eh Andre?" He laughed loudly, waited for others to follow, and 
sensing that perhaps the joke had gone over his audience's head, 
continued merrily.

"Anyway, now it appears that he has found his perfect match in Mary, 
and I for one...."

"Marie, AnneMarie" said AnneMarie through gritted teeth.

"Sure, that's what I said..AnneMarie, and I wish her the best of fuck 
with him in the future. Er, I should say best of luck." He looked at 
his crumpled notes, turned the page upside down, disbelieving his eyes 
as he tried to regain his thread. "Anyway, I have one little story that 
will titillate you, ha ha, if you know what I mean!" He leaned 
unsteadily over the table, took a healthy swig of his drink, and banged 
the glass back on the table.

"Hey hey, what a son-in-law, eh?" he laughed, staring at AnneMarie's 
parents. Their frosty glare did nothing to dispel the warmth of his 
message as he launched into his final diatribe. "I just want to let you 
all know that I think you've been wonderful guests, and I have had a 
great time today as Best Man. So let me tell you all `bout a little 
time we had in Zurich and how we caused a bit of a scare! Anne, you're 
going to love this one, believe me, you should have been there!" He 
laughed to himself uncontrollably, unable to continue as the thought of 
whatever incident had taken place overcame his small mind and flicked 
the switch labeled `Quit Now' to override. Some of the guests clearly 
had a little sympathy left as they smiled with him while he brushed a 
tear from his eyes.

"Ladesh and Gentlemun, there we were, driving down the Bahnhofstrasse 
late at night when a car that had been following us closhly tried to 
overtake. So our driver..er, who was it Andre? Eh, mate?" He turned to 
his friend, noting that he was holding his head in his hands while 
resting his elbows on the table in front of him. "Well, thash right, my 
old mate, you `ave a good think." he wobbled uncertainly on his feet, 
holding tightly to the edge of the table as he looked again at his 
notes. Finding nothing remotely familiar, he tossed the pages over his 
shoulder and decided, bravely in the circumstances, to ad lib the 
remainder.

"Well, we speeded up, and Andre `ere decided to show this bloke who's 
boss." He laughed again, coughing slightly as the humour of the 
occasion was dredged from the bowels of his mind and prepared for 
regurgitation. "Well, `e dropped his trousers and pants, opened the 
window..." He slapped the table with the palm of his hand, laughing as 
tears fell freely from his eyes. Since most of the assembled had 
guessed the punchline, annoyance slowly set in. "...'e stuck his bum 
out the window and waved at the bloke."

Lauren tried to keep a straight face, even one of slight annoyance like 
the older guests around her, but she did find the tale amusing, the 
decadent behavior appealing to her schoolgirl sense of adventure. 
However, she decided that the Best Man was a loser, and prayed for him 
to be struck down by a thunderbolt or anything that might lessen 
AnneMarie's embarrassment.

"But there's more, ha ha. Listen! So I reached over and pushed the 
window button! Up went the window so he couldn't bleedin' move, and we 
drove round Zurich all night like that, with his you-know- what 
stickin' out." Lauren couldn't help but laugh, along with a few of the 
other younger people there, her stomach bubbling with laughter as she 
tried to control herself.

"Anyway, my old friend, there you go, eh, happy days. But now, you're a 
married man, so that's the end of your fun and games, eh?" AnneMarie 
was shaking her head in disgust while Andre was clearly apologising, 
probably for things that may be said in the remainder of his speech, as 
well as for his past behaviour. Judging by her expression, AnneMarie 
had no wish to hear about his past life, and possibly had less 
inclination to share his future.

"And so, I'd like to proposh a toasht to Annie and Andre, what a lovely 
pair, and may they have a great honeymoon. Just let us know where 
you're goin' and we'll be there! So, Ladiesh and Gennelmen, a toasht 
to..er.. a toast to Andre and hish wife, happy lives, eh?" He raised 
his glass as the guest rose, toasting Andre and AnneMarie quietly 
before sitting down. The room was silent, except for the scraping noise 
of the Best Man's chair as he slid back in it. He was still enjoying 
his car joke, chuckling to himself while those either side of him 
turned away.

AnneMarie's father then spoke, thanking everyone (almost everyone) for 
coming, and relating the details of the rest of the day. Andre said a 
few words but had clearly curtailed his speech after energetic 
discussions with his wife. After they cut the cake, the formality of 
the occasion dissolved, and people started to wander round the room, 
looking for old friends, and avoiding others.

The newly-weds spent almost an hour opening their presents, thanking 
everyone and arranging the gifts for all to see. Lauren saw the Best 
Man slumped on his own in a chair next to the Emergency Exit sign, his 
eyes half open with a stupid grin on his face. She and Kirsten 
commented on his performance, both agreeing however that the episode 
was really very funny, sure that he had been right in that to have been 
there would have made it ten times better.

The disco started at about seven o'clock, although Lauren and Kirsten 
were too busy talking to the other children at that time to be 
interested. They all sat round a single table, about eight or ten of 
them, chatting and drinking Pepsi, one of the older boys drinking 
Lowenbrau from a bottle, delighted that he had the opportunity to shown 
his maturity in front of the beautiful bridesmaids.

Lauren was flattered and relieved to be asked to dance by one of the 
boys, and was more than a little nervous as he self-consciously took 
her hand and led her to the edge of the dance floor. The gyrated while 
he watched her skirt twirl, revealing her long legs and the promise of 
further delights as the music grew faster. Lauren was amused, pleased 
that she had this effect on the boy, and made every effort to show him 
what he was surely going to miss. She also noticed that even some of 
the older people still seated around the floor were watching her as she 
moved quickly in time with the music.

As the evening wore on, she danced with a number of the other boys, 
never for more than two or three songs, and always thanking them 
afterwards as she returned to the table to gossip with Kirsten. The 
lights dimmed as the music slowed, slow romantic numbers taking the 
place of rock and roll favorites. The lights shone onto the small stage 
as the DJ announced that AnneMarie and Andre were leaving, and would 
encouraged everyone to gather in the car park to bid them farewell.

AnneMarie caught up with Lauren and looked at her, pleasure and thanks 
on her face mixed with concern and anxiety.

"Look after yourself, and thank you for helping today. You look 
wonderful, so grown up. Just you be careful, OK?" she said hugging her 
closely. Lauren looked at her, none the wiser as she led her husband to 
the car.

The guests waved as the married couple took their leave, rumbling sown 
the road with tin cans jangling from the back and a condom (unused) 
covering the top of the aerial. Lauren returned indoors to continue the 
celebrations. Lauren was immediately grabbed by one of the boys that 
she danced with earlier, whisked onto the floor, and held tightly for a 
slow dance. Lauren was unsure how to dance to the music, even though 
she had tried it in front of her parents' bedroom mirror once or twice. 
But the young boy had even less idea, turning slowly and rocking from 
side to side as he avoided treading on her toes. What did seem to have 
a very well-developed idea was his young cock, which even through the 
layers of clothes was making its point well understood. She smiled as 
her chin rested on his shoulder, again flattered by this uncontrolled 
outburst of lust.

She thanked him, letting him return to the table as the DJ announced 
the last dance. Looking around she saw people hurriedly finding their 
partners, and looked back at the table expectantly. To her surprise, 
she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"May I?" asked an older boy who had danced with her once earlier in the 
evening.

"Mmm, OK". He held her close, confirming that he was not about to bust 
his trouser zip. She looked up at him, considered his happy face and 
decided that he was safe. The music carried her into the familiar dream 
world, her body slowly turning as it had done all evening. The dance 
floor became packed, young and old joining together as they waltzed 
lazily and happily around in circles. She rested her head against his 
chest, pleased with the sense of security and the fact that she had 
found a boy (or man) at least ten years her senior. They talked, 
discussed AnneMarie, and discovered how each of them knew her. As the 
music ended, he offered to give her a lift home which meant a detour of 
only a couple of kilometers from his own house. She was unsure, saying 
that she should call her parents as it was late and they expected to 
have to collect her.

"Hey, you'll be home in a couple of minutes, and they'll be pleased 
that they don't have to make the journey." he said, looking straight at 
her.

"I'm not sure." said Lauren, looking around the room at the people 
waving good-bye to each other. She knew her parents would be angry if 
they knew she had gone off with a stranger without telling them, but 
she felt safe with the boy and it was hardly out of her way. "Oh, OK, 
but I can't be late of my parents will come looking for me." she said, 
collecting her little suitcase from the cloakroom attendant.

They walked round to the back of the hotel and he opened the door for 
her. She smiled, thanking him as she sat in the passenger seat. He 
pushed her suitcase onto the back seat and started the car, driving 
slowly past the hotel and off down the mountain towards Andleburg.

"Didn't your boyfriend get invited today?" he asked as they crawled 
along even more slowly than her father.

"No, I've only just met him and it wouldn't have been right."

"Hey, I saw you dancing, you looked so good, especially the rock and 
roll stuff!" he said enthusiastically as they stopped at the traffic 
lights. "You've got beautiful legs, you know!"

"Thank you" said Lauren, looking at the young boy. He was about twenty-
five, Lauren thought, and quite pretty to look at, with curly black 
hair that had been left to grow over his collar, and a handsome face 
that pleased her. They drew away from the lights, starting their 
journey up the other side of the mountain. As they twisted and turned, 
he pulled into a passing place on the side of the road that doubled as 
a tourist parking spot in the summer months for those who wanted to 
admire the view down into the valley.

"What are you doing?" asked Lauren quickly.

"I thought we could just stop and talk for a couple of minutes" he said 
as he switched off the engine and turned towards her. He put his hand 
on her knee, causing her to instinctively pull away and cross her legs. 
"Hey, there's no need to be worried, I just thought we could have a 
talk and a bit of a cuddle, that's all." Lauren shifted uncomfortably 
in her seat, worried about this sudden advance but slightly excited as 
the evening became a scene from a made-for- television movie.

"I must get home, my parents will be worried, please"

"Just a little kiss, that's all, Lauren" he said, pulling her close to 
him.

He ran his hand across her chest firmly, squashing her breasts as she 
gritted her teeth. He took her chin and turned her face towards him, 
planting a loveless kiss on her tightly-clamped lips.

"Lauren, you've got lovely tits, let me see them."

"Get lost, take me home you shit!" she shouted, pushing his hands away 
from her chest. She could smell the drink on his breath, and his warm 
sweaty hands felt revolting.

"Lauren, come on, let's get in the back, we can be very cozy there!"

"No, piss off. Just take me home" she shouted, her voice shrill in the 
silence of the night.

"Lauren, I want you, I want to fuck you!"

"No! I want to go home, now" she shouted, shrugging him off as she 
looked for the door handle. He grabbed her hand and pushed his left 
hand between her legs, not stopping until the palm of his hand was 
under her bottom and his thumb between her pussy lips. Her heart beat 
wildly as his fingers found the wet spot on her knickers. Inexpertly, 
he pulled her knickers aside and jammed his fingers painfully against 
her sex, missing her vagina.

"Take me home, you shit!" she shouted, wriggling so that her elbow 
caught his left eye.

"Ahh!" he shouted, clutching his eye as the dull pain set in. Lauren 
knew she couldn't walk the two kilometers home and decided that she 
would either have to press home her advantage or face his rage and 
increased lust. She lunged over towards the steering wheel and pressed 
the horn. It blared noisily out into the night until he swept her hand 
off it. She heard at least two dogs barking in the distance and to her 
relief saw a light come on as someone parted their curtains in a house 
to her right. She wound down the window and waited.

"Now take me home!" she said, the anger evident still in her voice.

"OK, OK, I'm sorry. I just thought you might like to, you know....."

"What, you think I roll over every time someone tickles my tummy, like 
a dog?"

"No, I meant, well, ..." he mumbled, starting the car. They rode the 
rest of the way in silence, Lauren pointing out the directions with her 
finger on the windscreen rather than utter another word. As they pulled 
up outside her house, she yanked the suitcase from the back seat and 
slammed the door, not caring that it probably woke up Rebecca. She 
stormed up the pathway and entered the house through the backdoor. The 
light in the kitchen was on, and her mother came out, surprised to see 
her daughter.

"What's wrong? I thought you were going to call?" she asked anxiously.

"Yeah, well I got a lift home from some boy at the wedding. He had some 
ideas on the way home that I didn't like" fumed Lauren.

"Lauren, that's why we always say we'll come and get you, so that you 
don't get into these situations. You're still a very young girl, you 
know, and you read about such terrible things these days." she said, 
her anger evident as she looked her up and down. Lauren shrugged, 
knowing that her mother was right, but not wanting to stay for the rest 
of the lecture. She heard her father approaching.

"What's happened? Are you allright?"

"I'm fine. Just got a lift home that maybe wasn't a good idea. Not to 
worry!"

"We do worry, Lori. I really don't mind coming out to get you. You 
should have telephoned anyway. You promised you would always do that if 
you were going somewhere we didn't know about, didn't you?" said her 
father, obviously concerned by her apparent disregard for house rules.

"OK, I'm sorry. I'm going to bed."

"Lauren, you're such a dreamer, really. You must wake up to the fact 
that there are some very strange people in this world!" said her 
mother, her lips pursed as she contained her frustration. "How was the 
wedding, anyway?"

Lauren launched into a long explanation of the day, especially 
embroidering the Best Man's attempt at speech-making. Her mother fixed 
her a sandwich and hot milk. Eventually, they all went through to the 
lounge and watched the end of the late-night movie. Lauren then said 
good-night and went up to her bedroom, still wearing the dress and 
jacket, and flopped onto her bed. She had had a good day, but was still 
concerned about AnneMarie's behaviour and coolness towards her. She 
thought about Kirsten and the episode in the bedroom, and the feeling 
of power that had been within her all day. Finally, her thoughts turned 
to the ride home, and her young imagination played out many of the 
possible scenarios that could have come from the groping she had in the 
car. Initially, she worked out several ways to escape, by hitting him, 
taking the keys and throwing them away. She even thought about falling 
out of the car as it traveled along the road.

The most exciting scenario, though, was where she succumbed to his 
advances, and he entered her with his long fat cock as she bent over 
the reclining seat, her feet on the dashboard and her knickers stuffed 
in her mouth to drown her whimpers. She took off her jacket and skirt 
to leave just her grey underwear and stockings on as she replayed the 
scene time and time again. She bent her legs, forming a tent with her 
bedclothes as first her fingers then her hairbrush found their way 
between her lips, teasing her senses and reassuring her body that 
relief was at hand. She pushed the bedclothes away and pulled her legs 
up against her chest, her right hand still pumping the brush in and out 
of her moist sex as the boy once again ripped at her clothes and thrust 
his massive cock into her face. She moaned quietly as her orgasm 
gathered pace, the boy now hovering over her, his cock bobbing 
menacingly as it stood poised to thrust into her tunnel. She saw him 
pull back his foreskin to reveal the enormous purple head, and pushed 
hard into herself as he entered her roughly, uncaringly and shafted her 
in a frenzy of uncontrolled lust. She whimpered as her legs ached 
against her chest, her orgasm now bubbling within her, spilling through 
her and washing its welcome wetness as she shook in muscular spasms, 
the boy now masturbating madly and coming over her pussy, her breasts 
and face. She collapsed over onto her side, the brush still inside her 
as her legs clamped together and her arms crossed over her chest, 
holding a breast in each hand. She felt her anus pulsing gently, a warm 
glow now emanating from between her legs as she snuggled down into her 
pillow.

Several minutes later, she pulled the brush slowly from her pussy and 
felt the handle's stickiness, pleased that she could taste herself as 
she licked her fingers. She stood up beside her bed and took off the 
underwear, annoyed at the need to do so but well aware that her mother 
would only ask questions if she saw her wearing Christian Dior lingerie 
in bed. She removed the stockings and stuffed them into her top drawer, 
returning to bed with her long T-Shirt, gracefully adorned with a 
picture of a brown teddy bear. Snuggling up into a ball, she pulled the 
covers to her chin and slept. Until 11am.


Chapter 23

Saturday 29th August, 11am

Lauren packed her overnight bag slowly, dropping clothing into it 
haphazardly without thinking much about what she needed for the day. 
They had decided to go to Interlaken later and take a look around the 
shops, then return to Nikki's house in the early evening and have tea 
while watching a film. They had also decided to spend the night at 
Nikki's to make life easier for them early on Sunday morning to go to 
Rebecca's wedding. She smiled as she dropped her dressing gown into the 
old case, remembering the last time she had packed it, and had never 
found a use for it. She recalled the evening with Jim and Simone, 
shuddering again as she visualised the camera flashing away as Jim 
pushed hard inside her. From now on, she resolved, that behaviour was 
behind her. She slammed the lid closed and made her way downstairs.

As she closed the front door and turned towards the road the phone 
rang, much to her annoyance. Lauren madly scrambled to let herself back 
into the house, dropping her suitcase in the hallway as she ran into 
the lounge.

"Hello?"

It was AnneMarie, who still sounded a little disappointed to speak to 
Lauren. As they exchanged news, it became clear to Lauren that it was 
really her father that AnneMarie wanted to speak to, and not herself.

"He's out with my mum, they've gone to Grandma's again, but he should 
be back mid-afternoon. Try around three'ish. Anything I can do?" she 
asked, ready for the negative answer and the comment that indeed she 
would ring again as she signed off, saying `see you soon, and take 
care.' Lauren gathered her things again and slammed the door, thinking 
it was strange that AnneMarie needed to talk to her father and couldn't 
tell her what it was about. Concluding that she would find out sooner 
or later, she whistled for the majority of the four hundred meters to 
Nikki's house.

"Hey, it's me. Where are you?"

"In my room, come on up"

Lauren climbed the stairs and pushed open the door to her room. Nikki 
was lying on her bed, watching a film on her television. The room was 
enormous when compared to Lauren's little place, but then the whole 
house was much larger, with five bedrooms and two bathrooms, one en-
suite with Nikki's parents room. The overall pink effect in the room 
was complimented by the dark red curtains and matching bed-spread. It 
looked nice, thought Lauren, but is was all so obviously out of the 
hotel that she wondered how it would have been decorated if they had 
been out to normal shops and had to decide themselves. Regardless of 
the source of the furnishings, Lauren would love to have had a bedroom 
like Nikki's, and always enjoyed staying at her friend's house.

She dumped her suitcase by the door and climbed onto the bed, settling 
down next to her friend and trying to work out which film she was 
watching. Nikki smiled at her. Lauren hadn't spent the night at Nikki's 
house for almost two months and they were both excited at the prospect 
of a night of gossiping and giggling. There was an unspoken expectation 
that while they would normally have slept in separate rooms, that night 
they would find a reason to sleep in Nikki's bedroom, even in the same 
bed. Their conversation skirted the issue, like the couple who know 
that the hidden agenda contains something very special.

"Hey, are we going to Interlaken, or what?" asked Nikki, rolling onto 
her back.

Lauren looked down into her eyes. "Dunno, what do you want to do?"

"I need some stockings for tomorrow. What's this Rebecca like, is she 
OK?"

"Sure, she's a real laugh. She's really into this church thing. I think 
it'll be fun. You know we have to get there at some god-awful hour?"

"No, when?"

"Someone's going to collect us at about quarter to eight" said Lauren.

"Oh God, you're joking!"

"Nope, that's what she said"

"It's goddamn Sunday"

"Yeah, I didn't know it was such an early start when she asked. We 
can't let her down now, you know"

"No, I know. Come on then, we'd better get moving. You can tell me 
about the wedding"

"Oh yeah" exclaimed Lauren as she realised that she had an enormous 
amount of news that would keep them both gossiping for days. "You'll 
never guess what happened to me on the way home last night!"

The two girls giggled, and squealed in amazement and excitement as 
Lauren related her latest escapade to her friend, firstly on the bus to 
the station and then on the train into town. Nikki thought that Lauren 
had been very lucky not to have been seriously hurt - her mother had 
told her of local girls who had been attacked in cars and on lonely 
roads at earlier times in the evening than Lauren's experience.

"My mum says that one girl was raped in broad daylight in a field only 
a few metres from the road." said Nikki, holding Lauren's arm tightly 
as she looked around the train carriage.

They continued to surmise what could have happened, Lauren confiding in 
Nikki that she had found the episode quite exciting once she was home 
safe. Nikki shook her head.

"I don't know, it's so risky taking lifts from people, even if they do 
know your friends. I think you were really lucky that he didn't beat 
you up!"

"Hey, he's a friend of AnneMarie's. He was just a bit drunk!"

"Whatever, I don't think I'd like it to happen to me, I'd much rather 
be in control"

"Hmm" said Lauren, turning to the window. There was a lot of sense in 
what Nikki said, and she was once again surprised that her own view of 
the situation could be so radically different. "I suppose you're 
right." She stared at the cars on the highway that ran parallel to the 
track, passing the train slowly. She had wanted to let Nikki know of 
her decision to confine her sexual activities to just Jim, but to 
mention it at that time would have been pointless.

"Not to worry, you're OK"

They got to Interlaken a few minutes later and spent the next couple of 
hours shopping for a single pair of stockings. Lauren also bought a 
pair at the autumn sale price of seven francs. After a coffee and piece 
of cake, they caught the train back to Andleburg, missing their bus by 
less than twenty seconds which caused them to wait another half hour. 
It was therefore half past five when they entered Nikki's house and 
their feet ached from all the walking and standing around.

"When are your folks back?" asked Lauren

"Not `till really late, maybe even early tomorrow morning. There's some 
party on up at the hotel. I'm not invited, of course. Come on, let's 
make tea!"

They ate and watched television in the lounge, deciding at around nine 
o'clock that the film on RTV was useless and they would be better off 
with a video upstairs.

"Hey, I'll see if my Dad has found any more. Stay there!"

Lauren heard her tip-toe upstairs and cross over into her parent's 
room. She emerged in less than a minute and shouted downstairs to 
Lauren.

"Hey, come on up, I found something!" whispered Nikki.

Lauren jumped up the stairs and followed her into her bedroom. Nikki 
pushed the cassette into her player and turned the television on. They 
sat on the bed as Nikki fast-forwarded through the credits. Lauren saw 
the amusement in her face as the first scene appeared. Nikki brushed 
her short blonde hair away from her face dramatically as two young 
girls walked through an amusement park. They were both a little older 
than Lauren and Nikki with healthy breasts and long, bare-skinned legs. 
Within a couple of minutes, two boys were following them.

Lauren lay on the bed alongside Nikki, both girls on the stomachs.

"I wonder if your Dad watches this stuff?"

"Course he does. What do you think, he gives it to charity?"

Lauren laughed, watching the girls flirting with the two boys. The 
camera-work was poor, as was the colour quality, but there was some 
storyline which was entertaining at least. The boys had taken them by 
car to their house which was both large and deserted. To Lauren's 
disappointment, there was very little kissing and cuddling, and the 
film shot from a scene of the four of them together on the sofa, 
laughing and joking, to the next where they were naked in a bedroom. "I 
think it's nice to see people taking their clothes off. I wonder why 
they never show it on films?" asked Lauren.

"I suppose the people who buy the films just want to see naked girls."

"Nik, do you think we're normal. I mean, doing what we've done?"

"Yeah, why not? Like I said, there's no harm."

"It's just that it feels so good, but nobody seems to talk about it"

Lauren looked back at the screen as one of the girls ran her hand up 
and down a large cock. She thought of Jim and how it had taken such a 
long time for him to fully enter her. In some ways she thought she 
preferred her brother's cock, which was a comfortable size. The girl in 
the film was clearly bored, the look on her face expressionless, her 
actions automatic beyond belief. The other two now took part in the 
revelry, and Lauren saw that the second girl was particularly pretty, 
with shoulder-length dark hair and wonderful breasts. The two boys were 
pretending to be displeased with her, and told her to lie over the lap 
of one of them, while the other smacked her. The second girl sat by her 
feet, holding her legs apart.

"Nik?"

"Mmm?"

"I do love you"

Nikki turned to look at her and pulled her face towards her. Her gaze 
went from her eyes to her mouth as her eyes half closed. She kissed her 
lips so delicately that Lauren felt suddenly drunk, swaying to one side 
as she inclined her head and returned the kiss. They entwined their 
bodies, Lauren resting her head on Nikki's arm as they kissed gently, 
meaningfully for several minutes. They touched each others face and 
neck, no more, just reassuring each other that they were there, safe 
and warm as they listened to each other's breathing.

"I love you too, Lori.

The film continued, but neither of the girls was watching. When Nikki 
finally looked round to see what was happening, one of the girls was 
being spanked by the other.

"This is boring. I think I'll have a shower" suggested Nikki. "Want to 
join me?"

"Sure, I love your shower"

They stripped in her bedroom, both girls then padding over to the 
bathroom in their night-wear. The bathroom was also reminiscent of a 
hotel, with gold fittings and a powerful shower that hung over the 
bath. The marble floor was grey, but never cold thanks to the under- 
floor heating that had been provided by the hotel maintenance staff 
(when they had nothing to do and had some spare parts, of course).

"I'm so sleepy, it must be my late night last night." said Lauren, as 
she climbed into the shower with Nikki.

"What time did you get to bed?"

"Oh, about one, I suppose"

"But you didn't wake up until eleven, there must be something wrong 
with you!"

"I'm a growing girl, that's all"

"You certainly are, you're tits are much bigger than last time." said 
Nikki, looking at Lauren's breasts that had rounded and filled out 
slightly in the past few weeks. "Like when you had that chewing gum!"

"I know, probably because of the attention Jim has given them"

"Is he nice - in bed I mean?"

"I think so, he's very understanding, and quite a gentleman. There's 
never a rush"

"I thought you said he hurt you?"

"He did, but only to start with, then it was fine"

They washed, playing with the soap and watching each other as the water 
played over their young, firm bodies. They touched in the shower 
increasingly often as they turned and soaped their legs. Eventually, 
Lauren faced away from Nikki and asked her to wash her back. Naturally, 
she washed more than her back, her hands roaming all over Lauren until 
they found her little firm bottom and the valley between her cheeks, 
which her fingers followed down to her anus. With a liberal amount of 
soap, she pushed her finger inside her, ignoring the squeals and the 
stiffening of her muscles as she ensured that the whole area was a 
clean as possible. Lauren did the same for Nikki, pushing her forward 
slightly to ensure that her finger went into her anus as far as 
possible. Her enlarged clitoris was very noticeable as she ran her 
fingers over her mound, satisfying her that she was both clean and 
ready.

Leaving the shower, they dried and slipped back into their night- 
clothes. Lauren dried her hair while Nikki watched, sitting on the side 
of the bath. She could see her friends T-Shirt riding up her thighs 
every time she moved her arms, exposing her tanned legs and cute 
rounded bottom. While Nikki went into her room, Lauren went to the 
toilet, returning to find Nikki in bed, waiting for her with a smile 
and theatrically imploring her to join her with open arms.

Lauren turned the main light off and saw that the television was still 
on, the video paused as a scene of a man and woman flicked unsteadily 
across the screen. Lauren slid between the sheets and propped herself 
up on her arm, peering over her friend in the semi- darkness.

"I thought this was crap?"

"This bit looks better, let's see" said Nikki.

She punched `play' and the scene continued as the man and girl (who 
were clearly European, early twenties and a handsome couple) started to 
undress each other in what looked like a conservatory. The man knelt in 
front of the girl and pulled down her knickers, leaving her stockings 
and suspenders alone. Her dark pubic hair had been neatly trimmed, and 
allowed the camera to show her vagina in its glory as he lay her gently 
over a table. He pulled down his own pants to allow his big cock to 
spring forth, delighting the girl who strained to look up from her 
position to see what was about to be rammed into her.

"This is more like it!" said Nikki.

Lauren moved slightly closer to Nikki, resting her chin first on her 
shoulder and then on her chest as Nikki responded, putting a arm around 
Lauren's shoulders. Lauren sighed as she nestled into her friend, cosy 
and still able to watch the film.

"He's quite big!"

"Hmm, I hope he takes the rest of her clothes off"

He did, ripping her blouse and bra in the process as her big breasts 
wobbled while he pounded into her. The scene was cut crudely but gave 
the general idea, and managed to capture him thrusting into her, then 
withdrawing and coming over her pubic hair and breasts, before plunging 
back into her for another couple of dozen strokes. He withdrew, leaving 
the camera to record the dribble of cum as it flowed freely from her 
depths and onto the table.

Lauren's hand had started wandering, encouraged by little moans and 
encouraging movements by Nikki, who now lay on her back, having given 
up watching the action. Lauren caressed her breasts through the thick 
T-Shirt material and moved down to her naked bottom. As she began to 
run her fingers in lazy circles over her lower stomach, Nikki sat up 
slightly and looked at her.

"Do something for me?"

"What?"

"Something special that I've always wanted to do"

"OK, what is it?"

"Come with me" said Nikki, swinging out of bed and heading for her 
wardrobe. In the dim light of the television, Lauren could see that 
Nikki was dressing, as though she was going to school.

"Where are you going?"

"Nowhere, I just want to wear something. Come here and you do the same. 
Please?"

"If you want"

Lauren took off her T-Shirt and pulled on Nikki's knickers, bra, 
tights, a dark grey skirt and clean white blouse. She even put on a 
school tie to complete the uniform. Nikki looked Lauren up and down, 
satisfied that she looked as she wished.

"Now, that's good, I wanted to see what you were like in my school 
clothes. Come on, back to bed"

"Like this?"

"Sure, why not?"

For Nikki, and to some extent Lauren, the next twenty minutes were 
clearly heaven. Nikki writhed on the bed, slowly removing the clothes 
from her friend as she licked and sucked at her nipples through her 
blouse, then ran her hand under the cotton material to find her little 
breasts held tightly by her bra. Undoing the buttons one by one, she 
kissed her way up from the waistband of the skirt over the exposed 
flesh and smooth cotton of the little girl's bra. A practiced hand 
undid the hook and freed her little mounds as the final button allowed 
Nikki to push the blouse either side and flick her nipples with the end 
of her tongue.

Lauren had never known such a slow, sensuous build up and trembled 
slightly as her senses registered the loving caresses that were being 
lavished on her nipples and lips. She felt Nikki's tongue push into her 
mouth and clasped her head between her hands as the hot breath mingled 
with her own. Lauren pushed her hips towards the girl, trying to bring 
attention to her pouting pussy and it's desperate need. But Nikki was 
not to be interrupted, and continued to lick and kiss her head, 
treating her ears to the same attention that her mouth had received, 
the tickling sensation running amok throughout her young body. Lauren 
undid two buttons on Nikki's blouse and pushed her hand under the 
material as quickly as possible, taking her right breast and roughly 
squeezing it in her hand. Nikki bent her right leg in response, a 
movement which registered in Lauren's mind as her hand followed the 
path down between her legs and over her sopping tights and knickers. 
Nikki pulled off Lauren's blouse and bra, and tugged at her tights, 
stripping her until only her own knickers remained on her friend. Nikki 
however clearly wanted to keep her clothes on at this time, and made it 
difficult for Lauren remove anything. Lauren settled for removing 
Nikki's tights, then rubbing between her legs, discovering that her 
knickers were so wet that they stuck to her skin.

Nikki then straddled Lauren's face, lowering herself until Lauren could 
probe her knickers with her tongue. It was then that Nikki reached down 
and pulled the material of her knickers to one side, revealing her 
pussy and allowing Lauren full access to the multiple folds of skin 
that made up her delightful inner reaches. The scent of the little girl 
drove Lauren wild as her tongue collected the juices from within and 
lapped them up. Nikki moved forward slowly, the hand on her knickers 
moving back until Lauren's tongue flickered at her anus, transferring 
the lubrication to the little brown hole. Suddenly, Nikki pulled at the 
gusset of her knickers, pulling the taught material in between the lips 
of her vagina, and then slowly exerting so much force that the material 
gave way, loudly tearing and exposing her completely. Nikki then took 
her skirt and arranged it around herself such that the whole of 
Lauren's head disappeared underneath.

Nikki reveled in the fact that she was squatting on her big bed, being 
licked and loved by a girl whose face was buried between her legs. 
Nikki reached behind, careful not to squash Lauren, and explored 
Lauren's thighs. She noted that her legs opened as wide as possible, 
each knee resting on the bed, and decided that it was time to help her 
over the edge. Turning round, she licked her way from her lips down 
over her breasts and between her legs, pushing her tongue underneath 
Lauren's knickers to discover an equally wet pussy waiting for her. She 
pulled her knickers down to just above her knees, and brought her legs 
up against her chest, moving off and to the side so that her head was 
by Lauren's beautiful pussy.

Laying alongside her, Nikki continued to pin her legs against her chest 
while licking firmly between Lauren's legs. Lauren turned so that Nikki 
lay between her legs, and forced Nikki's legs apart so that they both 
could satisfy each other. Nikki licked deeper into her vagina as Lauren 
mimicked her. Nikki then introduced a finger into Lauren's anus that 
didn't stop until the palm of her hand rested against the cheek of her 
bottom. Her tongue circled around the fleshy hood of her clitoris, 
teasing and pushing as she felt Lauren's ministrations becoming less 
and less fluent, a sure sign that she was having difficulty in 
concentrating on anything except the mounting tidal wave of pleasure 
that was looming over the horizon. The anal muscles around her finger 
contracted, giving Nikki good reason to slowly pull her finger out part 
way and then push back in again while her tongue found the entrance to 
her tunnel and entered unopposed. Nikki felt the finger inside her own 
anus squirming in and out, round and round, as her friend reflected the 
feelings going on inside her. Nikki recognised the point of no return 
in Lauren, and found that she too was suddenly caught up in mounting 
waves of lust and carried with her friend as Lauren screamed in 
delight, the force of her orgasm evident to Nikki, and enough to cause 
her too to come, pushing her hips hard against Lauren's face and 
pulling her closer with her left leg.

Despite the scent of each of the girls, the sweat on their foreheads 
and the slight pungent smell from their anal activities, they both 
buried themselves between each other's legs and continued to gently 
administer their loving as orgasms subsided and their involuntary 
shaking grew less violent. Kisses turned into hugs which in turn became 
pure touch as they lay there, their limbs entangled on the bed, 
savouring the aftermath of their statement to each other of 
unquestionable love. After several minutes, Nikki slipped out of bed 
and removed her clothes, picking up those on the floor and making sure 
that they both had their T-shirts for the night.

"Do you want to stay here?" asked Nikki, switching off the television.

"Mmm, that would be nice, what about your mum, though?"

"We'll say we saw a horror film and we were scared"

Lauren laughed, realising that Nikki had thought of the answer long 
ago. "OK, I'll try and remember" she said as she slipped on the T- 
Shirt. Nikki got in beside her and put her arm round her waist.

"Night night"

"See you tomorrow. Did you set the alarm?"

"Yeah. What a stupid time!"

"Sorry"

Nikki kissed her on the head and closed her eyes as they wrapped their 
arms around each other.


Chapter 24a

Sunday 30th August, 8am

The car really did arrive at seven fifty in the morning. Lauren had 
hoped that it might fail to turn up so that they could say they tried, 
but go back to bed and enjoy a normal Sunday. Nikki said if it was late 
she would be really angry as she could have stayed in bed later. They 
had time for a cup of coffee and some toast before leaving a short 
message for her parents and gently closing the back door.

Rebecca was sitting in the front passenger seat, clearly so pleased to 
see Lauren again, and equally happy to meet Nikki. They chatted on the 
way, Rebecca introducing Ariane who was a sort of helper and 
administrator at the church.

"You're going to have an absolutely memorable day, you three." said 
Ariane, turning briefly to Lauren and Nikki. "The weather is absolutely 
fine for pictures and there should be a few people in the congregation. 
Father Paul should be there, at least to start with. I think he has to 
do some radio program in Zurich later this evening."

"Why is it so early?" asked Nikki.

"Because we lay on a very special day for you all, and we want you to 
absolutely make the most of it. You get to do whatever you want before 
the service. That's about eight hours of fun and games!" she replied, 
looking in her mirror and ensuring that Rebecca was listening.

They wound their way up through the mountain pass to Grindelwalde, then 
onwards, descending slightly until they reached a collection of 
buildings that was dominated by a magnificent house and a large barn 
behind. The chalet-style house had maybe three or four floors, with the 
same number of large windows on each floor. It's steeply sloping roof 
gave it an air of superiority and importance as it nestled at the 
bottom of the steep scree, it's red and white windows contrasting to 
the ever-popular brown boarded exterior. The barn behind looked 
relatively modern, with large black double doors and a couple of 
household style windows either side. The two seemed to be joined by a 
rough road that led out of the property, all of which was contained 
within a small fence designed to keep cattle from competing with the 
singing from the church.

"Oh, I expected something with a spire and gravestones!" said Lauren.

"No, we're not like that. Has Rebecca explained our creed and 
foundation?" asked Ariane.

"A little. Perhaps we'll hear more today" replied Lauren, sincerely 
hoping that she would be spared any lengthy introductions.

"Absolutely! We'll try. Come on then, we need to go in and go 
downstairs"

"There's a basement that is the sort of hospitality suite. I haven't 
seen it but I hear it's great!" said Rebecca, leading the way through 
the door. Ariane opened the door to the basement at the end of the 
entrance hall and guided them down the stairs.

"Right, here we are. If you follow me, I'll just show you around."

Lauren gazed in awe as she took stock of the lavish surroundings. The 
word tasteful sprang to mind as she realised that each room must have 
cost a small fortune, making even Nikki's house look like the YMCA. The 
staircase had led into a small reception area that had a coat cupboard, 
umbrella stand and equipment for journeys outdoors such as blankets, 
binoculars, maps and a compass. The others had already made their way 
down the long, central corridor and were in the lounge. Lauren caught 
up and entered the enormous room through the wooden-paneled double 
doors. She marveled at the brilliant white sofa and chairs at the far 
end of the room. She waded through the pale deep-piled yellow carpet as 
she looked wondrously at the original modern art on the walls. The main 
light was provided by a large chandelier that hung from the centre of 
the room, with other uplighting discreetly positioned in the corners. 
The television and stereo were housed in a wall unit on the right wall, 
arranged to ensure they were not the focal point of the room.

Just as Lauren thought that the rest would be mundane in comparison, 
she gasped at the luxury of the over-sized king bed in the next room, 
the silk sheets and the rich wooden wardrobes to her right, and then 
hesitated to even walk into the mammoth bathroom that must have been 
twice the size of the lounge in her own home. She smiled at Rebecca as 
they toured the complex, noting the spare bedroom opposite the 
bathroom, delighted at the kitchen and even amused at the small toilet 
as Ariane led them back to the stairs.

"So, there we are." she said, opening a drawer and removing a red 
leather binder. "These are the instructions for today, Rebecca, you've 
already been through them once. Make sure you do everything required, 
but above all, have an absolutely wonderful time and enjoy yourselves. 
Just press this buzzer if you need anything. And I mean it, absolutely 
anything! See you all at four o'clock, then" She turned and climbed the 
stairs, gently closing the door on her way out.

"Jeeze, what a place!" whispered Nikki, looking up at the ornate 
ceilings and paintings.

"Absolutely!" said Lauren

Rebecca and Nikki laughed. "I know, I thought I was going to pee in my 
pants if she said that word again." said Rebecca.

"Perhaps she's just a very energetic woman" suggested Lauren.

"I had no idea it was this good. God, it's amazing!" smiled Rebecca.

"I'm going to look at the bathroom again, it's like the hockey field!" 
said Lauren disappearing round the corner.

After their initial exploration, the three girls settled down in the 
lounge on the sofa. Nikki had already turned the television on and 
found MTV. Rebecca took the leather binder and opened it at the first 
page. She read to Lauren and Nikki:

Welcome to The Residualist Church of Grindelwalde. Today will be your 
formal acceptance and introduction into the full body of the church. We 
hope you remember your day for the rest of your life. This little book 
is designed to ensure that each bride is presented in the customary 
manner, and that all participants understand the order of the service.

Traditionally, you will have eight hours from your arrival today until 
the start of the service. During that time, nature and your wishes only 
will determine what you do. You may sleep for eight hours, or you may 
smash every piece of furniture during the same time. There are no laws 
or rules. Except the following:

Rule 1. You should change out of the clothes that you arrived in as 
soon as possible, and use any of the clothes in the cupboards, drawers 
or on the shelves - except the gowns as mentioned below.

Rule 2. The bride may not have any hair other than her normal head of 
hair. Razors are provided.

Rule 3. Both brides and bridesmaids should ensure they are completely 
clean by bathing or showering properly before the ceremony.

Rule 3. At five minutes to four, you will be collected for the short 
ceremony. You (and your bridesmaids if any) should be wearing the gowns 
provided in the cupboard by the stairs.

Remember that you will be joined by a boy of a similar age for the 
ceremony. He will arrive at this building four o'clock after spending a 
similar amount of time with his best man (if any), and the rules for 
him are identical.

Above all, have fun and remember your day.

Rebecca closed the binder and looked at Lauren. "There's more about the 
service which we can read later. Pretty simple, eh?" she said.

"That means that you have to be shaved!" said Lauren.

"Mmm, I knew that. In a way it's much cleaner. We can do that anytime. 
Oh, sorry, you don't mind, do you?" asked Rebecca, realising that she 
was being presumptuous.

"No, that's OK. Just seems a bit strange, but I suppose you're right."

"So, what shall we do, other than check out the `fridge and make some 
coffee?" asked Nikki.

"OK, let's look at the kitchen and then decide" said Rebecca.

"Uh uh," said Lauren, pointing at the binder. "First we have to change 
into different clothes." She jumped up (brightly for Lauren at eight on 
an a Sunday morning) and opened the cupboard. There were five or six 
silky gowns hanging over a similar number of sandals. "I bet these are 
for later. Where's something like a dressing gown?"

"Or Versace lingerie, that would do me!" said Rebecca, making her way 
to the main bedroom. She opened the heavy wooden wardrobe to find just 
what Lauren had wanted, a number of brand new Dior dressing gowns. 
"With or without ribbon around the edge?"

"With, in white, please" said Lauren, adopting a haughty tone. Rebecca 
threw it onto the bed, giggling as it scarcely covered the corner of 
the enormous bedspread. Rebecca and Nikki found their favorites, and 
the three stripped, Rebecca looking at Nikki's young body with 
pleasure, while Lauren recalled fondly her exploration of both girls. 
With dressing gowns on, they explored the rest of the room, and indeed 
did find silk underwear, stockings, suspenders and bras that they 
decided to try on later that morning, after their bath. In the spare 
bedroom, the cupboards contained not clothing but, to their utter 
surprise, everything that could ever be needed in bed. Rebecca noticed 
a hot water bottle, an electric blanket, the works of Shakespeare, a 
book of crosswords and a number of books on sex. There was even some 
male prolongation cream, Tiger Balm and a strap on phallus that amused 
them all. If someone had asked, Lauren would have bet her life on the 
fact that it would be used within the next seven and a half hours. They 
turned back, and made their way into the kitchen where Nikki took 
command of the kettle and made coffee.

"Now, there's very little we have to do today. Why don't we shave off 
this hair as soon as possible, so that your skin can have some time to 
settle down?" said Nikki, looking at Rebecca.

"Yeah, then we can try out the Jacuzzi and the shower, watch a few 
films, and have a long lunch and a little sleep. Then it'll be four." 
suggested Lauren, almost in one breath.

The girls accepted the general proposal, and sipped their coffee, 
sharing a packet of biscuits that came from the over-stocked cupboards 
above the cooker as they sat around the breakfast table.

"How's your boyfriend, Lauren"? asked Rebecca

"How did you know about him?"

"Your mum told my mum. She said he was quite clever."

"I don't know, I suppose he is"

"He also has a big willy" laughed Nikki at her tactless comment.

"Hey, you!"

"What, really big?" asked Rebecca.

"Yeah, it really hurts" said Lauren, looking down. Her heart beat 
faster as she hoped the conversation would continue about Jim and their 
experiences.

"God, I could do with some right now, but I'm going to have to wait 
until four o'clock, and then I bet he doesn't go right in!"

"So have you seen the boy who's going to do it to you?" asked Lauren.

"Maybe, but I won't know who until I see him. So where did you meet 
him?" she asked, clearly interested in Jim.

"In a shop, when I was looking for a dress pattern. He was watching a 
fashion show, just like me."

"That's weird."

"She had him in the changing room!" quipped Nikki.

"Stupid!" said Lauren, hitting Nikki on the arm.

"Come on then, let's get on with it, I'm going to try and work the 
Jacuzzi." said Rebecca

"I'll join you after I've put some music on" said Nikki, clearing away 
the cups. She opened the freezer and discovered some frozen dinners. 
She brought them out to defrost, realising that her mother had made her 
an expert in defrosting.

Rebecca wandered out of the kitchen, turning right towards the 
bathroom. Lauren followed and together they filled the massive Jacuzzi, 
adding the bath essence provided. They sat on the surrounding steps and 
watched the bubbles that began to cover the rising surface of the 
water. Lauren glanced over to the other side of the room at the 
enormous shower that was simply most of that side of the room enclosed 
in glass, with gold tap fittings and towel rails near the glass door. 
She opened the shower door and walked inside, realising that it would 
be possible to fit most of her class there. She touched the gold 
fittings, just to confirm they were real, running her fingers along the 
cool metal of the pipes.

Nikki went back into the lounge to turn off the television but paused 
as she found a row of video cassettes lined up neatly on the wall unit. 
While she worked out how to operate the music centre, she scanned 
through the titles. The Sound of Music, The Lion King and Bambi were 
there, as were a number of films which had either Japanese or Chinese 
characters in their titles. At the end, after the cartoons, were three 
more which sounded more interesting, namely Young Savages, Lisa Learns 
to Love and Swedish Virgins on Vacation. She took the last one, loaded 
it into the VCR below the television and pressed the `play' button.

Someone had forgotten to re-wind it, the picture instantly popping onto 
the screen, and it took her a fraction of a second to analyse the 
situation. A steamy scene of a gorgeous young blonde making love to an 
equally blonde-haired young boy. They were both naked as he plowed into 
her blonde-haired vagina, her firm breasts wobbling slightly as he 
stroked relentlessly . The camera panned in to show the lips of her 
vagina clinging to his shaft as he withdrew and then following his 
great tool back in as he forced himself on her, pushing her farther up 
the bed. Nikki was amazed, not so much by the scene but by the clarity 
of the picture and the almost expert manner in which the film had been 
made. She had been used to crude, badly lit films that had been 
obviously copied many times, but this was in pristine condition. Nikki 
sat on the sofa and watched, oblivious to the activities of the others.

Lauren sat down by the Jacuzzi, watching the bubbles with Rebecca. She 
swung her legs over the edge, testing the water with her foot.

"More hot, I think" she said, turning the gold tap, inlaid with a red 
stone, until she was satisfied that the water was warmer. Her dressing 
gown was half open at the front, allowing Rebecca to see her young 
breasts, tempting her with the view of her long legs that were now 
partially immersed in the water.

Nikki bounded into the room, full of the joys of spring. "Boy, have I 
got a surprise for you two when we've finished!" She stood on the 
little wall around the tub and looked down into the bubbly water. "Come 
on, we can get in now while it fills up!" she said, towering over the 
other two girls. She undid the belt on her dressing gown and threw it 
with abandon across the room, giggling as she stepped down into the 
water. Lauren watched her naked form as she descended the steps, then 
turned to Rebecca, noting that her eyes followed her friend all the way 
down as the water lapped at her young body. A smile danced on Rebecca's 
lips as she noticed the distinct shape of Nikki's little pink bud, 
standing out slightly between her pussy lips.

"Hey, you're both beautiful girls, you know that?" said Rebecca, 
shedding her own gown and slipping into the water. She leaned back 
against the side of the Jacuzzi, her large breasts bobbing upwards in 
the water. Lauren now stood, dropped her dressing gown and looked at 
the other two girls below her. She thought for a minute and started to 
turn.

"I have to go to the toilet, wait a minute" said Lauren, turning 
towards the door.

"Hey, I've got an idea, go into the shower!" said Rebecca. "Nikki, you 
come as well, this is fun!" she giggled, rising in the water. Bubbly 
rivulets of water ran from her shoulders and over her breasts as she 
made her way to the shower, opening the door for the others. She turned 
the water on as Nikki shut the door, walking underneath the stream when 
she was confident that the temperature was stable.

"Come on, under here with me!" said Rebecca, beaming.

"But I want to go to the toilet, not have a shower!" moaned Lauren, now 
clearly in desperate need.

"Do it here, with me"

Nikki seemed to understand what Rebecca was proposing and sat down on 
the floor of the shower, well away from the water flow, and watched her 
friend slowly walk under the shower. The two naked girls stood in the 
hot stream, Rebecca with her arms around Lauren's firm bottom, pulling 
her close against her.

"Thanks for coming today, I hope you find it fun." she said, leaning 
down and gently kissing her forehead.

"That's OK. I really need to pee, though."

"Just relax and do it, go on"

Rebecca pulled at the cheeks of Lauren's bottom as she looked down at 
the little girls breasts squashed against her own. Their hair was now 
soaked and matted as their bodies pressed together. Lauren tried hard 
to relax but found it was so contrary to her thirteen years of domestic 
education. She glanced over at Nikki who was slumped in the corner, 
running her hand over her vagina with her eyes closed, one leg bent 
against the wall, the other straight out over the floor. She could 
clearly see her enlarged clitoris poking out between her lips, covered 
with the wisps of blonde pubic hair. As she recalled their previous 
evening, Lauren realised that she was on the verge of pissing. She 
turned back to Rebecca and looked into her eyes. The hot liquid gushed 
from inside her, dribbling down between their bodies as Lauren felt it 
on her thighs and then over her feet. She felt embarrassed as she 
looked at Rebecca, grimacing as though she expected a reprimand.

"That's it, let it all go" whispered Rebecca as she clutched her bottom 
even harder. Lauren then felt another stream and realised that it was 
Rebecca who was also pissing, neither girl caring where it went as the 
shower washed over their heads. As they finished, Lauren turned back to 
Nikki, amazed to see that she had parted her pussy lips with her left 
hand and raised her bottom slightly off the floor. Lauren nudged 
Rebecca, pointing to her little friend in the corner, just in time to 
see Nikki shoot out a stream of piss towards them both. Rebecca quickly 
sat down in the path of the hot jet, allowing it to hit her legs and 
swollen pussy lips while Lauren gawked open-mouthed under the warm 
shower. As the stream died away, a grin appeared across Nikki's face as 
she opened her eyes and looked at Rebecca with her usual wicked 
expression.

"I think I understand what they mean about today" said Nikki, getting 
to her feet "There are really no rules. You can do whatever you want 
down here. Nobody will object! That's so good!".

"Yeah, you're right. Like they said, you can wreck the place if you 
want. Just be ready at four o'clock to leave." added Rebecca.

"Do you think so? They must mind about something." Lauren had some 
difficulty believing in a concept of no responsibility and no blame. 
Her upbringing had been less liberal than the other two girls, and it 
was a larger leap of faith to give up all her inbred values.

"They mind about nothing. And while we're down here, nobody will ever 
know what we do. Now that's what I call a good time! God, I wish we had 
some men down here!" said Rebecca, rinsing off under the hot shower. 
They left the shower running, not caring about the waste of water, and 
giggled as they returned to the Jacuzzi. Rebecca pressed the recessed 
button to start the jets and they all slid into the wonderful tub. 
Lauren and Rebecca had never been in one before, although Nikki had 
used one at her father's hotel when the honeymoon suite was vacant. It 
took very little time for Lauren and Rebecca to realise that there was 
much fun to be had in sitting close to the strong jets of water, 
ensuring that they were aimed between their legs and just sitting as 
the sensation built up inside them.

"We'd better get on with this shaving" said Rebecca after a few 
minutes, leaving the tub to look around the washbasin for the razors. 
She found them tucked away in the medicine cabinet, along with some 
shaving foam, a clean towel and a flannel. "Now, I'm not sure where we 
should do this"

"Just lie down here" suggested Nikki.

"No, why not think of the least likely place, somewhere that would be 
really messy and stupid normally!" said Lauren, pleased with her 
suggestion.

"Great idea, what about the kitchen table?" asked Nikki

"No. I know, the lounge, on the sofa! Sod the mess, let's just do it!" 
giggled Lauren, already standing.

"And no clothes! Leave the dressing gowns here! Come on" said Rebecca, 
dripping along the carpet after Lauren, past the bedroom and through 
the big double doors into the lounge. By the time Nikki arrived, 
Rebecca was already laying back on the sofa at the right- hand end, 
sliding down so that her bottom was just over the edge. She had her 
legs together, confident in the knowledge that she would be able to 
give the two little girls plenty of room to do their work.

"Hey you two!" said Nikki, "Watch this!" Nikki took the remote for the 
TV and video, and eventually pushed the right buttons to start the film 
and turn on the TV. Immediately, the blonde girl was back on the 
screen, presenting her bottom to the camera and a waiting boy whose 
cock jutted out proudly from between his legs. The film appeared to 
have been shot outdoors, possibly in someone's back garden, the green 
grass providing a vivid background to the slightly tanned limbs of the 
two stars. Between her legs was a perfect view of her swollen lips, a 
hint of pure blonde hair and the sexiest, shapeliest legs. The young 
boy was more than ready, and took his cock in his hand, rubbing back 
and forth to expose the great purple bulb from under the foreskin.

"Oh wow, what doesn't this place have?" said Lauren.

"Please, get rid of this hair now before I go crazy!" pleaded Rebecca, 
shaking the can of shaving cream, opening her legs more than she 
realised as she watched the film and absently handed the can to Lauren. 
Eventually, tearing her eyes away from the screen for less than a 
second, Lauren took it from her and shook it as well, giggling and 
clearly enjoying every moment of her bridesmaids duties. She then stood 
in front of Rebecca, shaking the can for much longer than necessary, 
while she both hatched a plan and allowed Rebecca to take a good look 
at her lightly haired pussy and her budding clitoris. When she was 
ready, she made sure Rebecca's legs were together and pulled her 
further off the sofa. She then straddled her legs, sitting facing her 
with her bottom on Rebecca's knees. She raised her hips slightly so 
that Rebecca again had a perfect view of the deep valley between her 
pussy lips, and pushed the button on the can, releasing foam into 
Rebecca's lap. With her legs together, little got as far as her pussy, 
until Lauren pushed her hand between Rebecca's legs and smoothed the 
cream further down. As she pulled her hand out, she rubbed her hand 
between her own legs, soaping herself and touching off the start of the 
wonderful, sensuous climb to orgasm. Lauren repeatedly pushed her hand 
between Rebecca's legs, adding more and more foam as the cushions 
started to get slippery. Rebecca had closed her eyes long ago, content 
with the feeling of the young girl's hand slipping gently between her 
legs. Lauren stood and swung off Rebecca, gesturing Nikki to help her 
keep Rebecca on the sofa while she raised her legs, her knees then 
touching her ample breasts.

Lauren took the can and held it against Rebecca's swollen pussy lips, 
squeezing the button to release more cream over her clitoris and 
ensuring that even more landed over her anus. She put the can down, 
checked that Nikki had hold of her, and pushed her finger straight into 
her anus, causing Rebecca to open her mouth wide, silently forming 
unknown words as the shock and pleasure hit her. Lauren made sure that 
the foam was spread around properly and then indicated to Nikki that 
she should bring her feet back onto the floor. It was then that Lauren 
remembered their last encounter, and Rebecca's fantasy that she had 
enacted with her brother, Stefan.

Nikki ran her finger around the older girl's clitoris while Lauren 
disappeared into the bedroom, it being unclear whether Rebecca knew she 
had gone or not. However, she was fully aware that she had returned 
when Lauren pulled her to her feet and guided her over to the coffee 
table. With a sweep of her arm, Lauren pushed aside the fruit bowl and 
ornaments, clearing a space for Rebecca to lie down.

"God, it's cold!" exclaimed Rebecca, now flat her back, her hair 
speckled with white foam.

Lauren took a pair of stockings and tied her feet to alternate legs of 
the coffee table spreading her legs wide and ensuring that her bottom 
was clear of the edge of the table. Lauren was pleased with the result, 
sure that she could have shaved around her bottom if it had been 
necessary. She then tied one end of a stocking around her neck and 
fastened the other end again to the leg of the coffee table by her 
head. With the greatest of pleasure, Lauren looked along the length of 
the ginger-haired girl, pleased with the way her breasts lay almost 
flat against her chest while her nipples poked straight up into the 
air. She pushed Rebecca's legs far apart, spreading once again the foam 
over her vagina, making sure everywhere was covered.

"Right, here we go. Don't move or we'll pull it tighter!" said Lauren, 
surprised by the forcefulness of her own voice. Nikki looked at her 
with raised eyebrows, taking hold of the razor with a smile and placing 
her left hand on Rebecca's left thigh. Starting at the left hand side 
of her pubic hair, about two inches from her clitoris, Nikki cut a 
swathe through the white foam to reveal unblemished pink skin, and one 
or two freckles. She shaved again, this time moving closer to the 
spread pussy lips whose shape was just visible through the bubbles.

"Oh, please be careful! Are you sure you know what you're doing?" asked 
Rebecca, straining against the stocking round her neck, trying to see 
what was happening between her legs.


Chapter 24b

"Relax, I did this to Lauren, and she survived!" said Nikki, cutting a 
third time. She wiped the razor on the flannel and continued gently, 
edging closer to the centre of her sex. Lauren could see more of her 
inner lips now, and was herself quite wet just watching the multiple 
folds of skin appear from underneath the foam as Nikki went to work. 
She thought that in all honesty Nikki was pretty good at shaving. She 
debated whether to sit behind Nikki and play with her, or go and sit 
with Rebecca. Deciding that playing with Nikki might result in a slight 
distraction, she walked round to Rebecca's head and sat down behind 
her, taking her head in her hands and massaging her neck. Rebecca 
leaned back as far as she could, her head bent over the edge of the 
table, and offered her open mouth to Lauren which was quickly filled 
with Lauren's right breast. Lauren looked at the wonderful sight down 
from her mouth, over her breasts and then between her legs, watching 
Nikki shaving carefully, her head bobbing up and down as she guided the 
razor around Rebecca's most delicate of areas. She had an urge to do 
something different, irrational, even outrageous, but had no idea what 
it was. She thought that she could stand over Rebecca and just piss on 
her. It was something like that but something more outrageous. Her 
thoughts wandered off quickly onto Kristal and then Jim, her desire to 
offend and shock disappearing as her man re-entered her dreams. She 
wondered what he was doing now. It must have been about ten o'clock, 
she thought and assumed he would be out of bed. He had said he was 
visiting relatives that morning, so perhaps he was traveling.

"There, that's it" said Nikki, wiping between Rebecca's legs very 
gently with the flannel.

"What you should do is run some warm water onto the flannel and wash 
again, making sure that it doesn't sting. Then Nikki can see if there 
are any more little hairs to shave off." said Lauren, an authority on 
the subject.

"OK, let me up and I'll go to the bathroom" said Rebecca, again trying 
to raise hr head.

"Better idea. I'll wash you there, won't be a minute" said Nikki, 
running off.

Lauren took Rebecca's head in her hands and kissed her on the lips. It 
felt strange upside down, but certainly not unpleasant. "I want to 
look" said Lauren, straddling her head and leaning over so that Rebecca 
had a close-up view of her pussy as she supported herself on the table. 
"It looks beautiful, I could eat it!" said Lauren. Nikki returned with 
the flannel dripping a trail of water. She slopped it onto Rebecca's 
thighs and proceeded to wipe away the last of the soap, pushing a 
corner in between her swollen lips to make sure all the soap had gone. 
She patted her skin with the soft white towel and ensured she was dry 
all over.

"God, I'm so randy!" said Rebecca.

"Too bad, you're staying there for a while. We're going to watch the 
film!" said Nikki. She flicked the volume control up higher so that the 
moans and groans from the blonde girl filled the room. Rebecca could 
just see the action by turning her head to the right. When she looked 
fully to the left, she could see Lauren and Nikki sitting together on 
the sofa, cuddling.

"Oh, come on, that's not fair. You've got to help me!" she wailed.

"Shall we help her?" asked Lauren, casually.

"Well, I don't know, has she been a good girl?" asked Nikki.

"Let's find out if she's a good girl" said Lauren, sliding off the sofa 
to crouch in front of Rebecca. She opened her legs, allowing Nikki to 
join her, and they began to lick at her newly-shaved pussy. It was a 
delight for all three of them. For Rebecca, the effect of two young 
teenage girls' tongues on her clitoris sent her wild. And for Lauren 
and Nikki, the squeaky clean smell of the soap with the musky scent of 
Rebecca was heaven. Their tongues probed, each with it's own ideas, as 
they fought over her clitoris and battled for the chance to delve 
deeply into her treasure trove. Realising that they were banging into 
each other too frequently, Lauren settled underneath the table and 
licked Rebecca's brown hole, while Nikki continued to lick her vagina, 
the lips widely-spread and began to explore deeply inside her.

Rebecca strained against the stockings that held her limbs, fighting 
her bonds but relishing the feeling of being captive to the two 
youngsters. Lauren felt her anus contracting around her tongue, and 
brought her finger into play, alternating between finger and tongue as 
she worked with Nikki to bring her to orgasm. Nikki was aware of the 
bubbling and increased activity inside the girl and probed deeper with 
her tongue as she rubbed the pink bud with her left hand. She could see 
Lauren's tongue lapping below her and increased her own actions in time 
with Lauren. Rebecca started to shake, gently at first as though she 
was cold, and then almost violently as she milked the sensations, 
pushing way over the edge and shooting her up into the land of 
trembling orgasm, leaving her shaking and floating up there while the 
girls both inserted their fingers into her, ensuring that she was both 
speechless and incapable of movement for almost a minute.

Nikki watched fascinated, then looked down at Lauren with concern on 
her face. Lauren shuffled out from under the table and looked at 
Rebecca's face, a picture of happiness and calm as she began to relax. 
Finally, they heard a breath from inside her, and then an enormous 
exhalation as she came back to earth.

"Did you come?" asked Nikki smiling.

"You've got to untie me, please!" cried Rebecca.

Lauren loosed off the stockings and Rebecca rolled off the table and 
onto the floor. She curled up like a young child on the thick yellow 
carpet and purred contentedly. Nikki sat down on the edge of the table, 
facing Rebecca while Lauren leaned on her shoulder, giving Nikki the 
opportunity to run her hand between Lauren's legs and hug her closely. 
They cuddled for a couple of minutes, watching Rebecca's regular 
breathing, while their hearts beat faster and faster as Nikki explored 
between Lauren's legs.

"Mmm, let's go back into the Jacuzzi!" said Lauren, pulling Nikki's 
head against her hip. "Actually, I've got another idea. Let's see if 
there's any wine in the fridge. Maybe we could have a party in the 
bathroom!" said Lauren. Nikki squeezed her and released her, letting 
her hand trail between her legs as Lauren walked away into the kitchen. 
She opened the fridge, giggling in delight as she spotted the dark 
green champagne bottle lurking to the left of the lettuce. Lauren undid 
the foil carefully, not quite sure how to open the bottle in the proper 
manner, but sensible enough to point the cork in the direction of the 
door. She walked slowly out of the kitchen as she undid the wire 
retainer, her excitement bubbling inside as she removed it and started 
to push the cork slowly out of the bottle. Nikki was still looking down 
at Rebecca, unaware of her presence, until, of course, the cork shot 
out of the bottle and ricocheted off the wall. Nikki jumped instantly, 
turning just in time to see a stream of champagne heading in her 
direction. It hit her, bouncing off her chest and down onto Rebecca's 
legs.

"Hey, you scared me. Where the hell did you get that?" asked Nikki, 
dripping wet.

"In the fridge, want some more?" giggled Lauren, kneeling beside 
Rebecca. She looked up at Nikki, watching the drips of wine forming on 
her nipples, falling onto her stomach below to join those flowing 
freely between her young breasts.

"Yeah, OK, got any glasses?" asked Nikki.

"No, just drink from the bottle!" said Lauren, showing her how. As she 
tipped the bottle back, it spurted out from between her lips, covering 
her chest and legs. She choked on a mouthful, laughing, determined to 
soak up the luxury that the underground refuge had to offer. She tipped 
a little on Rebecca, causing her to flinch as the cold, golden liquid 
flowed over her hips and out of sight between her thighs, resting no 
doubt on the exquisite carpet. Rebecca rolled onto her back, her face 
like the Cheshire Cat, as she smiled languidly at her young friends. 
She held out her hand to take the bottle, and propped herself up on her 
elbow to take a long swig.

"That's nice. Where are all the dressing gowns? I feel a bit cold, 
don't you?" asked Rebecca to nobody in particular.

"I'll get them, then I want to watch a bit more of the film. I only saw 
a couple of minutes where the girl was about to get laid by the boy 
with the big cock!" said Nikki. She walked off towards the bathroom, 
stopping on the way to get three crystal glasses from the kitchen. When 
she returned, Lauren and Rebecca were cuddled up on the sofa, watching 
the young blonde girl kneeling in doggy-style in her garden, parting 
her pussy lips with her left hand as the boy pressed against her wet 
tunnel. A thick river of cum flowed from inside her, dripping down her 
left leg as the boy wiped his rigid cock around her little pink bottom, 
spreading the sticky liquid in preparation, it seemed, for a second, 
tighter entrance.

"Oh yes, this is amazing!" said Nikki, sitting on the right-hand side 
of Rebecca, while Lauren sat on her left. The boy probed gently but 
firmly, pushing further each time as she yielded to his desires. 
Rebecca felt Nikki squirming against her and pushed her hand underneath 
her bottom, pulling her closer and bringing her little hole within 
range of her middle finger. Nikki realised what was on offer and gladly 
accepted, sitting up slightly and turning further towards Rebecca.

"Do you like this?" asked Rebecca, her finger entering less than half 
an inch into her bottom.

"Oh yes, slowly" said Nikki, now leaning on her shoulder so that 
Rebecca could reach more easily. Lauren watched them, noticing Nikki 
licking Rebecca's right nipple like a baby as she surrendered to the 
stiff finger inside her. Lauren took her head and pulled her across 
Rebecca's lap. Rebecca spread her own legs to support Nikki, and then 
pushed Nikki's legs apart. Nikki turned towards the television, 
watching the swollen head of the boy's cock disappear inside the 
beautiful young blonde. The further he went in it seemed, the more cum 
squeezed out of her, making Nikki think that more than one person had 
had the pleasure of the girl's body in the earlier part of the film 
that they had missed. Rebecca eased Nikki's thighs apart, then pulled 
her closer to her body. Nikki's head rested gently now on Lauren's lap, 
as Rebecca parted the firm cheeks of her bottom with her left hand and 
found her anus with her right. She reached across to the coffee table 
and took the champagne bottle. Taking a quick gulp, she offered it to 
Lauren, who did the same, and then let a little dribble from the bottle 
over Nikki's face and into her mouth. Finally, she sloshed some over 
her bottom, put the bottle down on the table and spread the liquid over 
her thighs and pouting pussy lips.

Rebecca ran her finger around the little girl's anus in ever-decreasing 
circles, homing in on the sensitive spot, absolutely sure that Nikki 
was pleading for penetration as the taught muscular rings contracted 
every time her finger approached and then relaxed, offering entry. 
Lauren opened her legs slightly, allowing Nikki an unrestricted view of 
her little pussy and the swollen clitoris that had received little 
attention that morning. She pulled her head towards her warm pussy 
lips, smiling as Nikki's tongue probed as deeply as it could in the 
position she was in. Lauren watched the film, nudging Rebecca as the 
young blonde girl lay on a bed, busily removing the clothes of another 
blonde girl, their breasts touching as she pulled down her tiny white 
lace knickers to reveal a tuft of lightly-coloured hair. Nikki sensed 
the interest in the film, principally because Rebecca had stopped 
exploring her bottom and had her finger lodged halfway inside her tight 
little passageway. She turned towards the television, watching the two 
blondes kissing, their hands running over each others breasts as their 
passion increased. Nikki decided that Rebecca had lost interest in 
their petting for the moment, and turned onto her side to watch the 
video, taking a quick swig from the champagne as she settled down 
across their laps.

Lauren took the bottle from Nikki's hand. She shared the remainder of 
the contents with Rebecca, belching loudly while the two girls giggled 
at each other. Lauren up-ended the bottle, dripping the very last of 
the wine over Nikki. She dropped the bottle casually onto the carpet, 
watching it roll across the floor.

"Come on, lick her for God's sake you tart!" shouted Lauren at the 
television as the two blondes kissed. Rebecca turned to watch Lauren, 
frowning at her antics and somewhat surprised at her outburst.

"Hey, let's get back in the Jacuzzi, I'm getting cold" suggested 
Rebecca. "I need to do my legs and under my arms. And we can read about 
the order of service, that should be interesting!"

"Yeah, come one, these films are all the same. They just make you want 
more." said Nikki, getting to her feet.

The three naked girls walked out of the lounge and headed for the 
water. Rebecca led the way with the red leather book, Lauren and Nikki 
watching her cute bottom twitching as she walked, her rounded features 
enticing to the two younger girls. Lauren could feel the excitement of 
the day and the effect of the champagne combining to make little 
fluttering feelings inside her as she watched Rebecca now bending over 
the water, turning on the hot tap. While the water splashed into the 
tub, Rebecca found another new razor and fetched the shaving cream from 
the lounge.

"I can do this myself. You two get into the water and get warm again. 
Then I've got a treat as my way of saying thank you for being my 
bridesmaids!"

"What is it?" asked Lauren.

"Ah ha, you'll just have to wait." replied Rebecca, squeezing foam over 
her legs. She sat down on the side of the Jacuzzi and ran the razor up 
each leg, feeling herself after each stroke to ensure that she was 
doing some good. She didn't bother with foam under her arms, and shaved 
them with the residue that had collected around the razor head. The 
whole process took less than two minutes, just enough time for the 
water to warm up and for Lauren and Nikki to settle down.

"OK, wait here. I'll be about five minutes, then I'll be back to amuse 
you both. Try and wash each other nicely." She pulled on her dressing 
gown and headed for the bedroom. Lauren slid down into the hot water, 
allowing it to lap under her chin. "I need to go to the toilet again" 
she said, looking at Nikki.

"Well, just stand on the ledge and aim it over there, just not in here, 
thank you!" said Nikki.

"I know" said Lauren, clambering over the ledge. She lay down on the 
tiled floor with her legs pulled up against her chest. After ten 
seconds or so, a small fountain of piss shot from between her legs, 
falling back onto her stomach and running over the floor. She screwed 
her eyes up tightly, grinning a little as she imagined what she looked 
like.

"Oh, Lori, you dirty bitch!" shouted Nikki, amused more by the abandon 
that Lauren was showing after the glasses of champagne.

"I love the feeling. It's just so, sort of...free and easy!"

"Come back in here and I'll clean you up"

"Nik, I really want to get laid. I need Jim now. Inside me. Hard!"

"You'll just have to wait. Maybe Rebecca and I can help you out?"

"Yeah. I wonder what she's up to?"

"Don't know. Get back in."

Lauren slid back into the water, pleased with the hot soapy water as it 
enveloped her body and warmed her. Nikki stood up and began soaping 
herself down, rubbing her breasts fondly as she played with the 
nipples. Lauren joined in, standing on the ledge to soap herself 
completely, then again returning to the water to rinse off.

"What about your bottom, then?" asked Nikki

"I can't reach." lied Lauren. "Help me?"

Lauren lay on her stomach over the ledge of the Jacuzzi so that her 
bottom was just out of the water. Nikki soaped her fingers and covered 
the cheeks of Lauren's bottom, edging her hands slowly between her legs 
as she cleaned her pussy. Parting her legs a little to make sure she 
left nowhere unwashed, Nikki pushed her middle finger into Lauren's 
tight anus, making Lauren groan delightedly as she explored the dark 
passageway. She pulled her finger out, rinsed it in the water, and 
pushed in again, ensuring each time that there was plenty of soap to 
grease her entry. Lauren rolled over onto her back, making sure that 
Nikki remained between her legs. She wrapped her feet around Nikki's 
back and pulled her nearer, hugging her.

"You're so sweet" said Lauren. Nikki pulled Lauren close so that her 
head rested against her rounded little breasts. They remained in their 
embrace for several moments until Lauren let go and ushered Nikki to 
lie on the edge of the Jacuzzi in her place.

Lauren then returned the favour, pleased to push her finger into her 
friends tight cavern as Rebecca had done earlier. She was toying with 
Nikki's clitoris and pussy lips when they heard the door swing open. 
Lauren turned to see Rebecca standing in the doorway.

She now wore her dressing gown, but had clearly been up to something 
from the smile on her face. She walked slowly towards the Jacuzzi and 
mounted the steps. Pausing at the top, she waited until both girls were 
watching her, then pulled the cord that held her gown together. It fell 
open to reveal Rebecca dressed in a sexy black bra, with black 
stockings and suspenders. Where her knickers should have been, there 
was simply hairless pink skin and the parted lips of her pussy, the 
classic feminine shape between her legs clearly visible to the girls as 
they watched below her. Rebecca pulled the robe aside and placed her 
hands on her hips.

"OK, both of you, in the bedroom!" she said sternly.

The smiles disappeared from their faces as they looked at each other 
and climbed out of the tub.

"No need for towels, just get onto the bed!" said Rebecca, following 
them through the door to the bedroom. Lauren and Nikki clambered onto 
the bed and sat with their backs against the pillows, waiting for the 
next command.

"Spread your legs, both of you!" ordered Rebecca, climbing onto the bed 
and kneeling in front of the girls. She looked between Lauren's legs, 
parting her thighs slightly to get a better view. Then she moved to 
Nikki, doing the same and looking closely at her pouting pussy. "OK, 
Nikki, you look like you need it most. Lie down and wait for me!" 
Rebecca retrieved the strap-on dildo from the drawer and knelt again in 
front of Nikki, buckling up the device flamboyantly as the two younger 
girls watched, open-mouthed. "OK, Lauren, take this oil and lubricate 
us both." Lauren poured the Baby Oil over the long dildo and rubbed it 
carefully, feeling the rugged contours of the shaft between her 
fingers. She tipped a little over Nikki's vagina, rubbing it generously 
into her gaping slit. "Lauren, hold her pussy apart and guide me in!" 
said Rebecca, taking up a position between Nikki's legs.

Rebecca eased forward, bringing the tip of the phallus into contact 
with Nikki's pink lips, causing her to arch her back in anticipation of 
the inevitable thrust. Lauren moved to the right-hand side of her 
little friend, bringing her right hand under her leg so that she could 
use both hands to hold her young pussy wide open for the thick cock 
that was hovering at her entrance. Rebecca braced herself with her 
hands either side of Nikki's body, arms straight, and pushed into her, 
not stopping even when Nikki issued a cry. She continued until their 
bodies met, Nikki now with seven inches of thick shaft inside her, two 
more than she had experienced with Mike. A look on disbelief was slowly 
changed into one of simpering pleasure as Rebecca slowly withdrew. 
Lauren took her hands away and rested her head just above Nikki's pubic 
hair, able there to watch her two friends engaged in their pas de deux 
of eroticism. She inspected the device between Rebecca's legs, noticing 
how tightly the straps had been fastened, Rebecca's thighs bulging 
either side of the coarse leather as she powered into her target. 
Occasionally, she caught a glimpse of Rebecca's pussy lips, the 
clitoris proudly present, poking between the slippery sex lips that 
Lauren would willingly have licked again if asked. The black stockings 
were masterly, an erotic statement of power and seduction that caused 
butterflies to flutter in her stomach.

Nikki raised her legs so that her feet floated above the bed while her 
hands gripped the bedspread as though she feared falling off. As the 
strokes continued, her legs wrapped around Rebecca's back until her 
feet interlocked and held the provider of her approaching orgasm in 
place. Rebecca's face was hot, beads of perspiration forming on her 
forehead as she pumped away, her rhythm building in strength and speed 
as the muscles in her back showed beneath her pale skin. Nikki bucked 
in time with Rebecca, giving the impression that the two girls were 
adept lovers, putting on a show for a new recruit. As Nikki's breathing 
became heavier, so her legs tightened around Rebecca, controlling her 
movement, until Nikki squeezed with all her might, her leg muscles 
bulging under the force of the demands made to pull every last inch 
into her vagina to push her over the edge. She screamed loudly as she 
pulled Rebecca towards her, grabbing her head and demanding that their 
lips met in a forceful embrace which lasted less than a second as Nikki 
threw her arms around Rebecca's neck and pulled her flat against her 
young body. Rebecca's breasts squashed out of the black bra, moving 
slowly as Nikki shuddered underneath the redhead, sobbing and jerking 
as the orgasm continued to course through her like a steam-train.


Chapter 24c

They remained locked together for several minutes. Lauren sat beside 
them feeling somewhat on the periphery, thinking though to herself that 
she fully expected to see blood on the sheets after the penetration of 
such a little girl by such a massive device. She certainly knew that 
she would have been unable to take the whole of it, and was surprised 
that Nikki had reached orgasm, given the probable concerns that she 
would have had at the beginning. Her thoughts turned back to the 
encounter she had with her two classmates in the showers just before 
the end of term, and how surprised she had been to see them engaged in 
their activity. Indeed, she had found it alarming as well as 
intriguing, never for a moment realising the wanton pleasure that was 
waiting to be unleashed. Her naivaity made her smile. In those short 
summer months, she had explored so much. She had explored so many as 
well, she thought, grinning widely as she looked down at Nikki's sweat-
covered forehead. With the greatest of pleasure, she realised that she 
would now be able to join that elite class of "those who have done it" 
and hold meaningful conversations with her peers, rather than listen in 
silence as others bragged of boys and questionable conquests.

Finally, Rebecca raised herself back up, withdrawing slowly so as to 
make the end of their love-making as pleasant as possible. Nikki sighed 
and rolled over to face Lauren. She opened her eyes and looked up, 
smiling slightly through her matted blonde hair.

"I can't walk. Ever again!" she said, looking at Lauren. "Hey" she 
said, turning to Rebecca, "Let me see you before you take that off. I 
just need to be able to remember it!" Rebecca stood on the bed above 
her, the big cock wobbling between the stockings and suspenders. Nikki 
looked up appreciatively. "You look fabulous!" she said, shaking her 
head slightly.

"And you are very sexy. Both of you!" said Rebecca, kneeling again.

"Let's have lunch, then a little sleep" suggested Lauren, even though 
she would have loved to have been entertained in the same manner and 
knew that the sheer desire that had been building up inside her all 
morning was unlikely to subside before she had orgasmed. She watched as 
Rebecca undid the buckles of the device and let it fall to the floor. 
"We'll call you when it's ready" said Lauren, throwing a dressing gown 
over Nikki as she left the room.

Lauren and Rebecca managed to create a green salad between themselves 
and found some smoked salmon and other cold meats in the `fridge. 
Rebecca boiled some wild rice and served the meal on the kitchen table 
while Lauren dragged Nikki off the bed. Lauren decided that she 
preferred to watch the remainder of the film, and so all three girls 
carried their lunches through to the lounge. Using the large coffee 
table that had previously supported Rebecca , they sat cross- legged on 
the thick carpet in their dressing gowns and watched the second of the 
films that had been provided, "Lisa Learns to Love". The film appeared 
to have been made many years ago, judging by the flared trousers and 
poor quality colour, but the plot was easy to follow.

Lisa appeared to be about twenty-five, an unlikely virgin as she was 
portrayed in the film. However, she acted very innocently while she 
baby-sat a teenage boy and his beautiful sister who had long black 
hair. The boy and girl sat in front of a roaring fire, watching 
television. The two naughty youngsters whispered to each other as they 
slowly unfolded their plan. The boy, Damon, relaxed as his sister 
positioned herself so that the baby-sitter, Lisa, could see up her 
white skirt when she pulled her leg against her chest.

There was clearly nothing erotic on the television, but even so the 
young girl decided to rub her pussy with the palm of her hand through 
her white knickers. Lisa was clearly annoyed, and became furious as the 
boy and girl moved closer to each other, he touching her breasts 
through her blouse. She helped him undo the buttons, her lacy white bra 
evident underneath her clothing that held back her ample, tanned 
breasts. As the boy took off his sister's blouse, her classic full 
breasts filled the screen, their nipples poking upward, just asking to 
be licked. Her flat stomach led to a single button that appeared to 
hold her little skirt in place. The baby-sitter's demeanor mellowed 
into curiosity as the two youngsters fondled each other, and her eyes 
bulged (as Lauren's did) when Damon's sister asked him to stand up so 
that she could relieve him of his tight blue jeans. Beneath his 
underpants was the familiar bulge of an erect cock, the head pushing 
rudely out over the top of his underpants.

"Oh God, that's amazing! Oh, I really need some now!" shrieked Lauren, 
staring goggled-eyed at the screen.

"Oh, now that is big" said Rebecca, her forkful of food between plate 
and mouth as the whole of Damon came into view. Nikki just watched and 
stared, shaking her head slightly, thinking the same in addition to her 
wishes of having a body like the young girl in the film.

The girl sank to the floor without taking her eyes of her brother's big 
tool, and didn't seem to notice Lisa stripping at her side before 
sitting down to help Damon with his sister's skirt. The little girl 
raised her bottom, allowing Lisa to take it off leaving only her tiny 
white knickers. All the while, she had her eyes on her brother's 
bulging cock, her mouth now slightly open as the boy played with the 
foreskin, taking it between his fingers and slowly moving the skin up 
and down. The little girl suggested that Lisa should watch her, and 
beckoned her brother to the sofa. She sat on the edge of the seat as 
Damon stood in front of her. Pushing his hands away, she took his cock, 
and licked the great bulb with her tongue, slowly introducing it into 
her mouth so that it pressed against her cheek, creating a moving bulge 
as she sucked. She used her other hand to investigate his balls, 
pulling at them as he swelled inside her mouth.

Lauren had stopped eating and noticed her hand had found it's way down 
between her legs. She pulled at the cord of her dressing gown, allowing 
herself greater access to her hot little pussy. She leaned back against 
the sofa, still cross-legged, and rubbed her erect clitoris, producing 
an instant reaction that seem to gather up all the arousal of the 
morning and put her half-way to her own orgasm already. She closed her 
eyes, peeking now and again to make sure that she didn't miss any of 
the more erotic scenes.

The baby-sitter laid down on the floor and spread her legs while she 
directed the young girl to sit beside her. Her brother expertly took 
his position between the baby-sitter's legs and entered her. His long 
shaft pumped into her while his sister toyed with Lisa's large breasts. 
The girl's embraced passionately, Damon's sister leaning over Lisa so 
that her hair brushed over her nipples. They changed positions so that 
Lisa sat once again on the sofa with her legs wide apart. Damon sister 
lapped at her wet pussy as she pushed her hands underneath her bottom 
cheeks. Damon took her from behind forcefully, the sofa preventing any 
respite from his onslaught.

Lauren saw his cock pounding into the pretty little girl, her inner 
lips following the cock as it withdrew, the lubrication causing his 
tool to shine. His sister continued to lick around Lisa's lips as her 
thumb found it's way into her anus. The additional sensation pushed her 
over the edge, and she came just as Damon withdrew from his young 
sister, pumping his seed into her black hair, then over her shoulders, 
and finally between the cheeks of her bottom. As the spurts subsided he 
pushed himself back inside, lying on his sisters back and caressing her 
ears with his tongue.

As he rested, Lisa emerged from her position and knelt on the sofa. 
Damon withdrew and turned his sister over. Lisa took her legs and 
pulled back to expose her pussy, now dripping with her brother's cum. 
The camera zoomed in to give a full-screen shot of her pussy and his 
cock resting just at the entrance. His cock was still half- erect as he 
scooped up the white fluid and spread it around her anus. He pushed his 
index finger harshly inside her anus, causing her legs to buck as she 
prepared her for another invasion. Lisa held tightly to the young girls 
thighs as Damon positioned himself to dive into her anal passage. 
Guided by his sister's hand, he slowly penetrated her arse, pausing 
only once before his balls banged against the cheeks of her bottom. 
Once again, his movements started slowly, gathering speed as it became 
easier to penetrate the black hole, until Lisa bucked wildly and almost 
threw him against the sofa with the power of her orgasm.

Lauren had enjoyed seeing them both come, especially watching the white 
liquid shooting from the end of his massive cock. She considered that 
there must have been that much inside her on the two occasions when Jim 
had made love to her. Her thoughts again returned to him, and how much 
she missed him. She stopped playing with herself, and pulled her 
dressing gown around her as if she felt a draft.

"I'm going to get a little sleep. It's only twelve thirty, so we could 
sleep `till two and still have time to do your hair and get dressed." 
said Lauren. They agreed, and made their way to the master bedroom and 
the king size bed. Rebecca curled up in the middle and Lauren checked 
the alarm that Nikki had set, turned off the light and snuggled down 
for some much needed sleep.


Chapter 25

Sunday 30th August, 4pm

Maurice Gisal had spent the majority of the afternoon in the lounge. He 
had been having a quick snooze if anyone had asked, although Daniele 
knew that he would sleep for hours if left alone. When the children 
were young, a snooze on the sofa was a luxury, and in those days they 
had rarely needed it. But now with the children older, it still seemed 
a little naughty, but a quick sleep after lunch certainly had a 
fortifying effect. He usually read a book for a while until his eyelids 
grew heavy, and then shut his eyes with the book on his stomach. He was 
reposed this way when the telephone bell jarred him out of his dream 
and back to reality. Daniele tried to answer the phone before he awoke, 
but to no avail.

"Hello, Gisal residence"

Maurice squinted while his eyes adjusted to the light. He sat up on the 
sofa, swinging his legs onto the floor.

"AnneMarie! How are you. How was the honeymoon?" He exchanged several 
grunts while he obviously listened to her news, his smile broadening as 
she told him of the wonderful time they had spent abroad. "Yes, I know, 
Lauren told us all about it. She said she had a great day, and that you 
looked so pretty....No, she's out at the moment, can I give her a 
message?" Maurice stared blankly at the wall as he listened. "To me? Oh 
OK, what can I do for you?"

The smile vanished from his lips.

"What's wrong, dear?" asked Daniele. Her husband shook his head, 
raising his hand to silence her.

"Look, I've known you a long time, and you've known her just as long. 
If this is some kind of joke, I find it in the poorest of taste!" her 
said sternly, frowning at the carpet. "I'm sorry, I just don't believe 
that Lauren would do such a thing. This is ridiculous, for Christsakes, 
she's only thirteen!" His face grew red and his breathing shortened as 
he listened to the unfolding story.

"What is it Maurice, what's happened. Tell me!" shouted Daniele, 
tugging his arm.

"Just a minute!" he said into the phone, covering the mouthpiece. "It's 
AnneMarie. She says that ... Hey, did you know that she used to live 
with a woman. I mean, really live with, like husband and wife?"

"No, I didn't"

"Well, just before her wedding, they had a reunion of some of her past 
friends, and someone - she says - had some photos of Lauren naked!"

"Oh. That's stupid!" she said, smiling as though he had made a joke. "I 
can't believe it. It's obviously a mistake, Maurice."

"Annemarie, where are these photos?" His eyes darted around the room as 
she responded, his face growing paler now as the facts began to mount 
and tip the scales from `unlikely' to `plausible'. "Yes, she's been 
seeing him for a few weeks now. You don't mean...I thought he was too 
good to be true." He paused again, listening to Annemarie. Daniele 
tried to get Maurice to let go of the phone so that she could talk. 
"You say that, but I'm not so sure. He may be a victim but if he's in 
the pictures, then he's bloody guilty. I'll have the little bastard in 
court tomorrow."

"Maurice, please, let me talk to her!" she said, taking the phone. She 
listened for several minutes while Maurice fumed quietly, walking up 
and down the lounge, the look on his face changing every time she spoke 
as he tried to catch any inference from his wife's questioning that 
might give him some hope that there had been a terrible mistake.

Eventually, after some quiet questions and much nodding, Daniele signed 
off, her eyes filling with tears.

"Well?" asked Maurice.

"She's in trouble, I think. Not just these photos, I think there's 
more. Annemarie said that Kristal was also at this reunion in the 
hotel, with her new girlfriend, and they stayed the night." Daniele 
reached for a tissue to dab her eyes. "But Lauren wasn't at this 
reunion, was she?"

"No, but she was discussed. Seems she's been doing some modeling, for 
money, and it's gone a bit too far"

"This is all unbelievable. Our little girl, showing her body off for 
money. Where the hell did she learn how to do that? Eh? Where is she 
now?"

"She's at Nikki's."

"OK, let's take a look in her room and see if there's anything that can 
prove this story one way or the other." They trudged up the stairs, 
fearful of what they may find. It had been their biggest fear that one 
day they would have to do just this, search one of the children's rooms 
for drugs or evidence, but they had never dreamed that they would be 
looking for evidence to support Annemarie's theories. Daniele opened 
the door and started at her bedside cabinet, careful not to disturb the 
contents too much, just in case this was all an enormous mistake. 
Maurice searched her desk drawers while Daniele continued with her 
school bag. Five minutes later, Maurice held up a red book and asked 
the question they had been dreading.

"Where did this come from?" He held a passbook of the Thun Trustee 
Bank, open at the fifth page showing an account balance of one thousand 
three hundred francs.

"Who gave her all this money? I certainly didn't." He thumbed through 
the preceding pages until he saw the address. "Hey, look, this is 
twenty kilometers from here, but it's in her name!" The utter 
disappointment showed in their faces as he threw it on the bed and 
continued the search.

Daniele opened the top drawer of her four drawer chest, rummaging 
through the underwear and tights. She found a hairbrush that she hadn't 
seen before, wrapped in Dior knickers with a bra and chemise that she 
certainly had never washed for her daughter. Turning her back to her 
husband, she brought the brush to her nose and inhaled, recognising 
immediately its purpose. However, the underwear was more sinister, and 
she tossed the lingerie on the bed. Maurice turned as the clothes 
flopped down, took a look at the label and walked towards the door.

"I'm going to call Nikki's father. He may have some insight into all 
this"

"But, what if he hasn't?"

"Well, then I'll just tell Lauren to get home immediately. She's got a 
lot of explaining to do already as far as I'm concerned!" Maurice Gisal 
sat down in his chair in the lounge and looked up Nikki's number in 
their phone book. He stared out of the window as he waited. He asked 
simply to speak to Lauren. "Oh, any idea when they'll be back?" he 
asked, twirling the cord of the phone round his fingers as his concern 
grew. " Left at seven o'clock? You mean this morning? That's very early 
- especially for Lauren on a Sunday. Where did they go?" He shook his 
head again. "Look, Andre, I think they may be in some sort of trouble." 
And with that introduction, he recounted the tale that Annemarie had 
given him. He glossed over much of the photographic part, saying that 
maybe both girls had been hanging around with the wrong types. He did 
mention however, just for added weight, that they had found a bank 
passbook in Lauren's room showing a large balance.

"Andre, can you do the same and let me know if you find anything. I'm 
going to do some more investigating here.....Yeah, thanks, I'll call 
you later. I just hope that this is all a big mistake." Maurice turned 
to his wife and took her hand. "They went out at about seven o'clock 
this morning. Someone collected them. Jean will be back in about two 
hours and she knows where they've gone, but Andre's going to take a 
look at her bedroom and give us a call. You know, I don't like the 
sound of this."


Chapter 26a

Lauren waded through her schoolbooks that were lying on her bedroom 
floor, kicking the algebra textbook through the open window. She gave 
herself top marks for accuracy and floated into bed, kissing her teddy 
bears goodnight as the light turned itself off and the passengers 
pulled away from the train. Jim waved to her from the platform and she 
smiled.

The passengers returned a few moments later, knocking on her bedroom 
door. She pulled the covers to her chin and grimaced as the banging 
intensified. She shouted at the door, telling them in no uncertain 
terms that they were unwelcome, but they insisted that they needed to 
enter, they needed her furniture. Lauren stormed over to the door and 
shouted, hopefully loud enough so that the group would realise that 
they would wake her parents. Swinging back round, she was confronted by 
a tall, ugly man who had probably come in through the window that she 
had left open. She cursed herself for being so foolish and lax, and 
demanded that he left immediately.

The man calmly told her that departure was not an option, and began to 
rifle through her drawers. Lauren strode over to him to push him out of 
the window. As she approached, her bedroom door opened and the crowd 
entered, causally and without any rush, and fanned out in her room, 
inspecting every one of her possessions. They began tucking her 
property under their arms and leaving the room. Just as soon as she 
tried to detain one of the thieves, another would slip through the door 
and into the night.

The ugly man leafed through her photos, smiling and admiring some of 
the shots, while another woman helped herself to her underwear. Lauren 
gave in and returned to bed to watch the denouement of her bedroom. The 
ugly man then turned to Lauren and looked down from her head to the 
bottom of her bed as Lauren shook her head sternly. The man walked over 
to her bed. Lauren was confident of her security inside her little bed 
and watched with interest as he reached out towards her, his 
expressionless eyes moving from her face to her neck in anticipation.. 
He grabbed the sheet and pulled, rolling it into a ball as he made for 
the blankets.

"This is mine!" she shouted. "It's mine. My bed!" Lauren was mystified 
by the power of the man. A stranger who could invade her own bed, who 
had no remorse or conscience. He silently took her blankets, wrapping 
them up and making them disappear. Lauren cowered in the pale light as 
he towered over her.

"Leave me alone. My parents will be in soon!" The man halted, thought 
momentarily and then turned to her desk. He found her diary and started 
reading it. She couldn't get off the bed and struggled to free herself 
as she heard him reading her life history from the age of ten. She was 
angry and powerless against his words. Alarm bells rang in her head, 
suggesting she telephone someone. The bells continued but the man 
seemed oblivious, transparent, silent.

The bell shrilled thoughtlessly in their ears. It was exactly two 
thirty. Lauren's dream faded as she realised that Rebecca had snuggled 
up and was cuddling her. She couldn't see over Rebecca, but sensed that 
Nikki was facing the other way. She nuzzled against the older girl's 
head as Rebecca rested her head on her shoulder, dozing contentedly. 
The snooze alarm repeated after nine minutes, still annoyingly 
intrusive.

"Let's roll out of bed and into the Jacuzzi. Then we can wash your hair 
and get you ready." said Lauren, reaching to the floor for her dressing 
gown. She pulled it on and picked up another for Nikki as she made her 
way round to the other side. "Hey, time to wake up!" she said, kissing 
her cheek.

"Hmm, in a minute. Go away!"

Lauren giggled and poked her tongue into Nikki's ear.

"Oh, don't!" she said, making no effort to stop her. Lauren wandered 
off to the kitchen and filled the kettle to make coffee. Several 
minutes later she saw the others pass by on their way to the bathroom, 
and heard both the sound of the toilet flushing and the Jacuzzi 
bursting into life.

They drank coffee in the Jacuzzi as they worked off the effects of 
their afternoon sleep. Rebecca sank briefly under the water to wet her 
hair and re-surfaced, leaning back against the edge of the Jacuzzi and 
placing her arms out on the ledge to support herself. Lauren stood in 
front of her on one of the steps inside the tub so that she could look 
down as she helped wash her hair. Nikki sat behind her, outside the 
Jacuzzi, watching the enticing shape of both Rebecca's breasts as they 
bobbed in the water and the wonderful outline of Lauren's sex as the 
water lapped around her tanned thighs. Lauren administered the shampoo 
and both girls massaged Rebecca's head, rubbing the soap in while 
keeping most of it out of her eyes.

"That should do. Jump in the shower and rinse off. We're going to stay 
here and soak!" said Lauren, helping Nikki back into the hot tub. They 
watched as Rebecca rinsed the soap of from her hair, taking forever in 
Lauren's mind to make sure it was as clean as possible. She returned 
and hopped back into the water, but not before giving Lauren a tempting 
view again between her legs and the hairless lips of her pussy. They 
fooled around for several more minutes until Rebecca announced that 
they should be getting out as she led the way, without drying off, back 
into the bedroom. The three naked girls dripped over the carpet and 
untidy bed, leaving damp patches wherever they went. Nikki rubbed her 
hands on the sheets and began the lengthy task of drying Rebecca's 
hair. She leant back on one of the pillows, and pulled Rebecca back, 
between her legs, so that she could run her fingers through her hair 
while using the hairdryer.

Lauren made herself busy over in the cupboard by the staircase, 
selecting three gowns that seemed to be the correct size, and trying 
each on until she was happy with one for herself and Nikki. She could 
hear the giggles above the whine of the hairdryer, and was both pleased 
and annoyed that Nikki and Rebecca seemed to get along so well. She 
felt that she had a very special relationship with Nikki that she 
wasn't going to give up very easily, and was slightly miserable about 
being the only one to have missed out on the attention during the day. 
Perhaps, she thought, that her mood was the result of her being as 
randy as hell. She felt that should would have gladly paid money to 
have the two girls writhing with her, and was determined, somehow, to 
make sure that that was what happened before too long.

She found three pairs of sandals in the bottom of the cupboard and 
arranged them by the stairs. She wondered what she should wear 
underneath as she closed the door. There was a terrible temptation to 
wear some of the lingerie that they had found in the bedroom, but on 
balance Lauren thought that while this may be a time for celebration, 
that was not really an excuse for erotic knickers and stockings. Later, 
maybe. She crept back into the bedroom and watched Rebecca as she 
enjoyed the attention, Nikki fussing about her as though she was one of 
her childhood dolls. Rebecca had her elbows on Nikki's knees, her round 
breasts wobbling as Nikki ran the drier over her neck. Rebecca saw her 
and motioned her over to the bed, patting the area in front of her 
legs. Lauren clambered onto the bed and settled down next to her, 
content to watch until Rebecca put her hand around her neck and pulled 
her. Their lips met as Rebecca touched her breast with her fingers, so 
lightly that Lauren barely noticed.

"I promise, I'll make it up to you." said Rebecca. The sound of the 
hairdryer stopped as Nikki squeezed out from behind Rebecca and put her 
arm around Lauren. She pulled her backwards playfully, so that Lauren 
lay flat on the bed.

"Hey!" said Nikki, kissing her lips upside down, "I promise as well. 
After Rebecca's ceremony, we'll cover you in strawberries and cream and 
have you for tea!"

"You dirty little girl. Where do you think of these things?" mocked 
Lauren in a voice like her mother's.

"Oh, remind me to tell you both of a time when that sort of happened to 
me!" giggled Rebecca as she got off the bed. "I've got an idea, when 
we've finished here, we can get a lift back to my house. My folks are 
going out tonight. We'll see if there's a film on"

"Hey, that's a good idea!" said Lauren, pulling herself up. "Come and 
try your clothes on, I've put them on the sofa in the reception area." 
They approved of the robes (although they had little choice), and made 
sure that their sandals fitted reasonably well. Lauren looked at 
Rebecca, noticing that her robe, like the others, had six or seven 
small ribbons down the front which could be tied in a bow to fasten the 
front of the robe together. The clothing was by no means becoming, and 
hung shapelessly over her breasts and down past her knees. The only 
flattering part of it was that her nipples could be clearly 
distinguished through the silky material.

"It's only ten past three, I'm going to stay in my dressing gown" said 
Nikki, dumping the robe back on the sofa.

"Yeah, let's eat, I'm starving" said Lauren, heading naked for the 
bedroom in search of her own dressing gown.

They gathered again in the kitchen and made coffee. Rebecca raided the 
cupboards for biscuits, and was surprised to find some cream cakes that 
they had missed in their early morning forage through the room. They 
ate and drank until about twenty to four, when the mood changed from 
one of frivolity and laughter to seriousness and concentration. Rebecca 
took the red leather book again and read through the order of service, 
acquainting them all with what was expected of them and where they had 
to stand and what they had to do.

"It then says that when the boy and girl are to be joined, the 
bridesmaid or bridesmaids should loosen the brides clothing to allow 
entry, and ensure that the boy enters symbolically when ready. The Best 
Man may assist this process if necessary. The priest and priestess will 
add additional assistance if required." Rebecca looked and grinned at 
the girls. "Guess you have to make sure I'm nice and wet!"

"God, what if he comes before he gets near you?" asked Nikki.

"No idea. Maybe the Best Man should lick it all up and then we could 
start again!" Lauren and Nikki smiled while Rebecca turned the page. 
"Then it says that the bridesmaids should ensure that the bride gives 
the groom sufficient space in which to begin penetration by parting her 
legs. After penetration and prayers, the bride and groom should stand 
and face the congregation. After congratulations, they may dress."

"Wow, this is a real turn on if you ask me!" said Lauren, imagining the 
sight of Rebecca being taken by the stranger with everyone else 
watching.

"Here, then it says that I am then considered a full member of the 
Church and may participate in all other activities and ceremonies" said 
Rebecca, flipping the book closed.

"Hey, did you know you had to do all this?" asked Nikki

"Yeah, not all the detail, but I knew about the sex bit. That's OK, I 
know most of the people, they're fine" said Rebecca as she rose to fill 
her coffee cup.

They chatted for a few more minutes and then made their way to the 
reception area to dress in their robes. Nikki was amused by her sandals 
which were guaranteed to fall off during the ceremony due to their 
size. This provided some amusement as their mood (especially Rebecca's) 
became more contemplative and appropriate to the occasion. She read 
through the order of service again and dropped the book on the sofa. 
Lauren felt a buzz of excitement run through her and looked around once 
again at the fabulous underground apartment they had enjoyed since the 
early morning. She felt naked even though she had the robe on and 
thought it was probably due to the baggy nature of the gown and the way 
it looked like a tent. It was then that she realised that she had seen 
some silk belts inside the cupboard and bounded over to retrieve them. 
Both Nikki and Rebecca were glad to see them, and hurried to thread 
them through the silk loops at each side before tying them in a bow at 
the front.

"Now, that look better, doesn't it?" said Nikki.

"Yeah, now what about the flowers?" asked Lauren

"Oh Jeeze, you're right, they're still in the fridge!" cried Rebecca.

"I'll get them, just relax" said Nikki as she swept out of the room, 
returning moments later with three perfect rings of light blue and 
white orchids for their hair. Nikki removed the first one from the 
cellophane box and gently placed it on Rebecca's head, adjusting it 
until it stayed there by itself, and then pinning it with a couple of 
hair grips for luck. She did the same for Lauren, while Rebecca did 
hers. They stepped back and decided that they looked beautiful.

"Like three virgins, wouldn't you say?" quipped Nikki.

"Yep, and just in time, I think I can hear someone coming" said Lauren, 
looking at the ceiling. Sure enough, the door above opened and Ariane 
came down the stairs, beaming at the young girls.

"Great, so glad that you're ready! Did you enjoy yourself down here? 
Absolutely wonderful place isn't it?" she said, leading them upstairs. 
"Er, did you remember everything that you had to do?" she said, turning 
to Rebecca at the top of the stairs.

"Yes, think so. Nice and clean and tidy and all that, you know."

"Good, we'll walk slowly over to the hall. Your young man will be here 
in about five minutes!" They made their way through the house and out 
into the back. Several cars were now parked there and the sun was low 
in the sky. Lauren grinned at Rebecca as she walked just behind her 
with Nikki next to her. She squinted at the brightness of the day, 
pleased to feel the meager warmth of the sun's rays hitting her face as 
they followed the flagstone path to the hall. A sudden gust of wind 
whistled between the buildings, picking up the dry summer dust in it's 
path. Lauren felt the little vortex swirl around her, leaving traces on 
her face and bare feet. Through half-closed eyes she could still make 
out the building across the courtyard, even though most of the detail 
was hidden in the dust cloud.

As it cleared, the building resembled an old barn with two massive 
black doors at the front, and vertical side walls that joined a high 
pitched roof of thin black tiles. In traditional Swiss style, the 
windows were ornately painted in red and white, the flowers surrounding 
the walls adding a touch of colour and beauty to the otherwise 
functional building.

Ariane turned to Rebecca. "Did anyone tell you? Father Paul has had to 
go Zurich. Father Michael will be taking the service. He's from 
Houston, Texas. Seems a very nice man. Sister Winifred is still here 
though. I'm sure it will be a wonderful service, anyway. Father Michael 
is quite famous you know!" she said. Rebecca looked annoyed, even a 
little concerned, but her expression soon returned to one of excitement 
as she looked around, no doubt trying to get a glimpse of the boy she 
was to ceremonially marry into the church. Lauren considered it strange 
that she would not see him beforehand, and found it difficult to 
comprehend the way Rebecca must have weighed her love of the church 
against the invasion of privacy. If they really do believe that 
everything is pre-ordained, and the best solution always is therefore 
to just relax, then whatever anyone said or did, there was no method of 
altering the consequences.

She was wondering whether Nikki or even Rebecca had these sort of 
thoughts when the two huge black doors slid open to reveal the 
interior. Lauren noticed the massive beams up in the roof and the 
modern lights that hung from the rafters. The rectangular room had 
obviously been a stables at one point, and retained it's cobbled floor. 
Directly in the centre of the large room was what Lauren though must be 
a sort of altar. It was constructed from several rectangular bales of 
hay piled up in a sort of platform or dais. In the raised middle, white 
sheets had been draped, probably to protect flesh from the sharp straw.

The congregation - Lauren thought there were about ten or twelve only - 
sat on two pews at right angles to each other, at the near-side of the 
white altar. Five huge candle- holders stood on the ground around the 
altar, taller than Lauren, containing thick white candles ready to be 
lit. Lauren was surprised to see TV screens dotted around the room 
until she saw a camera that was obviously there to record Rebecca's 
wedding. The girls, still lead by Ariane, walked between the pews and 
took up their position at the other side of the altar, finally turning 
back towards the congregation, and beyond them, the open doors through 
which her intended would pass in the next few minutes. She looked at 
the people sitting in the pews, and thought they looked pretty normal 
people, even though they as well were dressed in similar robes. There 
was a cross-section of ages, one young girl and a boy who may have been 
brother and sister sat together in the front row. Otherwise they were 
all older than her, probably around thirty, Lauren thought. As she took 
in the spectators, one lady even nodded to her, smiling happily as if 
to say she looked lovely. Lauren shuffled her feet as she looked around 
the room, wringing her hands and trying to avoid eye contact with 
anyone.

The barn was certainly old, she thought, realising that some of the 
wood-work on the walls must have been the remains of the old stalls 
when horses were stabled in there. Heavy iron rings were visible around 
the room for tethering horses, and the smell of the animals was still 
evident amongst the heady smell of oriental incense. Ariane took her 
place on the left hand pew at the back, just as a man entered, 
accompanying two young boys. The first boy was slightly taller than 
Lauren, and reminded her of her brother, with short brown curly hair 
and brown eyes. Lauren thought that his physique was not as well 
defined as her brother, but he was no wimp either. He was, however, 
clearly embarrassed by the huge bulge that pushed out his gown below 
his belt, and no matter what he did with his hands, he could not hide 
it.

Lauren and Nikki smiled at each other, trying to determine if the Best 
Man also had a problem. As the groom approached, he looked quickly at 
Rebecca, smiled nervously, and took his place by her side. The Best Man 
stood between the bridesmaids, and the five children waited. Lauren 
noticed that Rebecca was now slightly on edge, fidgeting with her belt 
and trying to sneak looks at the boy next to her. She even glanced down 
at his hands to see if his cock had made any progress one way or the 
other. The congregation had seen it all before, thought Lauren, as they 
sat in front of her, exchanging the occasional whisper. The man who had 
led the two boys into the church sat down in the pews, and the chatter 
ceased as the sound of pan pipes filled the room. Two of the men from 
the congregation stood and closed the doors, just as a small door 
creaked opened behind the girls.

A tall, middle aged man emerged, accompanied by a lady with long dark 
hair, wearing a face mask as though she was dressed to go to a masked 
ball. As they approached, Lauren noted that the man was not God's gift 
to male modeling, with a gnarled face and poorly cut hair which looked 
like it could do with a wash. He was dressed in a gown similar to her 
own, tied at the front and pulled together with a belt around his 
waist. His sandals flapped as he walked slowly towards them. As he 
walked he looked down at a large old book and read quietly to himself. 
The lady walked in step behind him with infinitely more grace and 
poise. Her long straight hair fell down her back, and the belt of her 
robe served to accentuate the curves of her body. Without the advantage 
of seeing her face, Lauren thought she must have been about thirty 
years old. She carried nothing except a bouquet of flowers, similar to 
those in the girl's hair.

The ugly priest stopped between the girls and the congregation, turning 
his back on Lauren as he spoke. Lauren looked down at the lady's feet 
and tried to determine what sort of figure she had from the profile she 
could see.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to this wondrous day. We 
are here to celebrate the joining together of Rebecca and Karl as they 
enter into the body of the church, freely and willingly, so that they 
too might continue it's teaching and work throughout the world. Today, 
we will, by the union of their bodies, confirm our belief that all 
things are pre-ordained and that fate is our master. We will also 
confirm our belief that we are helpless in the hands of fate, and 
therefore abdicate our concern and responsibility over to fate itself."


Chapter 26b

Lauren glanced at Nikki, pleased to see that there was a smirk on her 
face as she too listened and wondered what on earth they were doing 
attending the service. The priest turned to Rebecca, glancing quickly 
at Lauren and Nikki. His hands had a rugged, outdoor look to them, the 
nails spilt in places and the backs of his hands covered in thick black 
hair. Lauren stole a glance at the lady priestess and tried to work out 
what she must look like without the mask. Her figure was wonderful, and 
her nipples pushed against the silky robe as her chest rose and fell 
with her breathing. Lauren looked at her lips and began to form an 
image of her naked body in her mind, becoming mindful as she did of the 
stirring deep inside her, reminding her of the attention she needed 
later that day. The music continued to wander through the room, 
offering a wonderful air of calm and well-being that caressed Lauren as 
she tilted her head to one side in sympathy with the melodic phrases.

"Rebecca, do you freely and gladly consent to be joined with Karl in 
the service of marriage into the Residualist church?" said the priest. 
As he spoke, the priestess walked around them, lighting each candle in 
turn until all five had good strong flames.

"I do"

"And Rebecca, 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"

"Rebecca, please kneel"

Rebecca knelt down in front of the priest and stared at the floor.

"Rebecca, 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 Rebecca.

"You may rise. Now Karl, do you freely and gladly consent to be joined 
with Rebecca in the service of marriage into the Residualist church?"

"I do"

"And Karl, 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"

The priest nodded at Karl, who knelt as Rebecca had done in front of 
the two officials.

"Karl, 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" he replied.

"You may rise" said the priestess. Lauren looked at her instantly. She 
looked into the pupils behind the mask. A sense of deja vu swept into 
her mind, paused to tease her further, and then left. The priestess 
held out her hand for Rebecca, guiding her back to the altar. Rebecca 
climbed up one bale, about a foot off the ground, turned and stood on 
the higher bale that was covered with the white cloth so that she faced 
the congregation. She held out her hands and beckoned Lauren and Nikki 
to her sides. Lauren took her position on her right, while Nikki knelt 
the other side. The priest and priestess stood at her head, also facing 
the pews. The overhead lights dimmed in the room, leaving only the 
guttering glow of the candles to provide illumination.

"Undo my bows, slowly from the bottom!" whispered Rebecca out of the 
corner of her mouth. She laid a hand on each of their shoulders as they 
started with the lowest bow, pulling the material apart as they 
revealed her legs. The groom and his best man knelt in front of her, 
giving the congregation (and the two boys) a perfect view as they 
removed Rebecca's robe. Lauren glanced in the direction of the crowd, 
pleased to see that they were all watching. The groom had his hands by 
his side, making no attempt to stop his cock from pushing hard against 
his robe. As Nikki tugged the second bow, Lauren caught a glimpse of 
the newly-shaved pussy. Her stomach turned a somersault as the 
eroticism of the moment grew on her, causing her to pull hard on the 
third bow. She pulled aside the robe to reveal Rebecca's hairless slit, 
and had to remind herself that it would have been in poor taste to dive 
straight between her legs and lick it, even though the little pink bud 
meant that it would have delighted Rebecca. That could come later, 
maybe.

Lauren helped to undo each bow moving slowly higher up Rebecca's silky 
robe. She looked over towards the congregation, barely making out their 
features in the darkness but sensing their anticipation as they stirred 
in their seats, straining to see what was happening. Lauren pulled at 
the final bow, letting the two sides of the robe fall open. Rebecca's 
pale breasts bobbed in the soft light, her nipples standing proudly 
out, erect and sensitised as she looked down towards the boy in front 
of her. The best man knelt, going through the same ritual of undoing 
each bow from the bottom upwards. Lauren was transfixed, her whole body 
taught in expectation as she awaited the moment of truth. His firm legs 
appeared from under the robe as the second bow fell loose, the third 
revealing his upper thighs. The best man pulled the fourth and his cock 
sprung through between the material. All three girls smiled. He was not 
enormous, but had an almost classically-shaped cock that looked warm, 
clean and inviting. It thrust imperiously into the air, as though 
trying to escape the hairless balls that hung below. It took several 
moments for Lauren to realise what the difference was between the boy 
and Jim. She realised that she had never seen a hairless cock, even on 
a very young boy, and as the best man continued his duties, Lauren saw 
the blood vessels around the side of the cock bulging a darker blue as 
it continued to swell. She now felt a continual warming between her own 
legs, and turned unashamedly to look at Rebecca's pussy, making sure 
that she too was feeling the effect of the big cock and the inference 
that relief was at hand.

As the boy's robe fell to the ground, Rebecca carefully sat down on the 
sheet covering the altar and laid back with the girl's assistance. The 
priestess took her position, kneeling at Rebecca's head while Lauren 
and Nikki knelt again at Rebecca's side, each taking her thigh and 
pulling gently to give the boy plenty of room. The priest nodded to the 
best man, who took the boy's cock in his hand and pulled it towards 
Rebecca's damp pussy. Lauren and Nikki, under a whispered command from 
the priestess, ran their hands under Rebecca's thighs and opened her 
pussy lips. The boy approached, the best man still guiding him until 
the tip of his cock rested at Rebecca's entrance. Lauren and Nikki had 
a grandstand view of the proceedings - their heads resting just above 
Rebecca's pussy - and could see the small drop of cum clinging to the 
edge of the boy's foreskin.

"I call upon those assembled here to witness the union of Rebecca and 
Karl into the body of the church. For as it pleases the church to 
receive them this day, let us protect them, educate them in the sure 
knowledge that they too will become missionaries, spreading the word 
through the world."

Father Michael nodded at the boy. Rebecca breathed in gently in 
anticipation as her eyes widened. Lauren saw the boy enter less than an 
inch and then withdraw, the best man's hand halting any further 
progress. The priest shook his head, indicating greater penetration was 
required. Lauren was surprised, recalling that Rebecca had mentioned a 
symbolic joining of their bodies only. The boy leaned forward again 
without his best man's guidance, pushing deeper into Rebecca. The 
priestess seemed to expect this detour from the normal service, and 
watched intently as Karl entered as far as he could and remained deep 
inside Rebecca.

"Come" ordered the Priest, nodding again at Karl, who looked down at 
Rebecca enquiringly. She nodded, and he pulled back out almost all the 
way, upsetting his balance on the straw bales. Bracing himself with his 
hands either side of Rebecca, he pushed back in. Lauren watched as the 
folds of skin of Rebecca's vagina followed his cock, gripping it as he 
penetrated her, and escorting his cock on the return stroke. He picked 
up rhythm as Rebecca opened her legs as wide as she could, their flesh 
slapping together each time he thrust into her. Lauren saw the 
glistening rod, now wet and shiny with their juices, pistoning into 
her, the purple knob gleaming occasionally as he withdrew almost fully 
to ensure maximum stimulation. Rebecca's eyes were closed tightly, the 
look of pain and excitement evident even though the priestess caressed 
her cheek with her fingers, soothing her with whispered words of 
comfort.

Rebecca, forgetting the audience and even her girlfriends, allowed the 
passion of the moment to embrace her, lifting her legs so that her 
knees held Karl's body, steadying him and helping him to maintain his 
rhythm. The best man withdrew from the scene into the darkness while 
Lauren and Nikki let go of Rebecca's legs, and sat beside her, 
enthralled at the performance. Rebecca's legs slowly made their way 
round the boy's back until she crossed her feet, trapping him in 
between and making sure that there was no chance of him escaping before 
he had done his duty. She moaned loudly as the force of his entry 
increased, moving the bales of hay each time. He stopped momentarily to 
lean even further over her, increasing his angle of attack, and 
therefore providing an even better view to those in the congregation 
behind. His thick cock rubbed her clitoris on each stroke as Rebecca 
gripped his strong arms, pulling him closer to her. She opened her 
mouth and took his hair in her right hand, pulled him down and kissed 
him hard on the mouth. Wrapping her arm round his neck, she pulled him 
closer still so that his head rested on her shoulder. He continued to 
pound into her as she squeezed her legs with all her might. Her panting 
reached a fever pitch as she finally let out a scream that filled the 
whole room. The boy was unshaken, continuing his pumping. Anxiety was 
etched across his sweaty face as his movement was restricted by her 
powerful legs, but he persevered, pumping and banging into her until he 
too realised that he was about to come. Open-mouthed, he looked at her 
in utter surprise as his rhythm deteriorated into spasmodic thrusts. He 
slowly regained his timing as he started pushing into her, twitching 
occasionally as he shot his pent-up lust inside her hot pussy. As he 
finished, he slumped over her, lying against her chest as beads of 
sweat dropped from his forehead.

Rebecca's head rolled to the side, her chest heaving as she tried to 
catch her breath. Her legs unfolded from Karl's back and her feet 
eventually rested again on the bales of straw. Rebecca seemed to 
suddenly remember where she was, and made an attempt to gather her gown 
around her.

"Wait! Don't move yet!" whispered the priestess.

"Take note that Rebecca and Karl have entered freely into the union 
with the church this day" said the priest in a loud voice as the lights 
came back on. Lauren looked towards the congregation, realising that 
there wasn't very much that they would have seen, except maybe Rebecca 
and Karl's bottoms. The music continued to waft through the room as the 
priest continued. "The great tradition of the Residualist church lives 
on, the natural law of pre-ordainment and fate once again giving 
substance to our belief that together, we will continue to grow in 
strength and wisdom"

The priestess helped Karl up, and nodded as a signal that he could 
withdraw. His cock was semi-erect as he offered his hands to Rebecca, 
who accepted and joined him standing in front of the bales that made up 
the altar. They faced the congregation, naked, as a ripple of applause 
came from the on-lookers. Rebecca and Karl held hands as they stepped 
over to the front row of seats, and shook hands. They made conversation 
with a middle-aged couple who were smiling broadly at the youngsters.

"You look lovely. You've got a wonderful body, Rebecca" said the woman.

"Thanks, and thank-you for coming today"

"You're welcome. And look, he's put so much inside you, it's dribbling! 
That's so lucky, you know! And you, young man, you did very well." she 
said, taking his cock firmly in her hand. "Oh, you're beautifully 
sticky!" said the woman in a voice she might have used to compliment 
them on their choice of wallpaper. They continued to walk amongst the 
congregation, pausing at each member to exchange pleasantries. The girl 
at the front of the second section of seats caught her attention and 
handed Rebecca a small poesy of flowers, delighted to talk to Rebecca 
who appeared to be about her age. Rebecca also made conversation with 
the boy next to her who may have been her brother, also about sixteen 
or seventeen. As Rebecca returned, Lauren saw the little river of cum 
running down Rebecca's leg, and felt the somersault in her stomach as 
she was reminded of her own needs. She looked round the side of Rebecca 
and caught sight of Karl's slick cock, now slightly stronger than when 
he had withdrawn from Rebecca, presumably from the man-handling he had 
received during the past ten minutes. Lauren and Nikki exchanged 
glances, their silent conversation ending in agreement that they both 
found the proceedings a little strange, but envied Rebecca the 
attention that she had received.

Rebecca and Karl again turned to face the congregation as the priest 
made his final announcement.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, I am pleased to say that we will 
be serving food in a minute, just as soon as Rebecca and Karl have had 
their photos taken, with the bridesmaids. So if someone can help with 
the tables, that'll get things going more quickly." He smiled at his 
flock, and turned to Rebecca and Karl. "And of course, you may now 
kiss!"

They faced each other, as Karl took Rebecca's hands. She looked up into 
his eyes and opened her mouth as he kissed her on the lips. Everyone in 
the congregation saw his cock flick into life between them. He pulled 
her close to his body and kissed her deeply as she pulled his head 
closer. They embraced for several seconds and then broke off, turning 
with a smile to the audience. Karl's cock was by now fully recovered, 
bobbing upright to the delight of the assembled. The best man re-
appeared to hand robes to them both, and they both helped Rebecca to 
dress before looking after themselves.

"Thank-you both!" said Rebecca, taking Nikki and Lauren's hands in her 
own. "That was a lovely ceremony. Now we can have our photo's taken 
outside, before the light fades away." She led them out through the big 
doors towards a grassy area where many of the congregation had already 
assembled. The little crowd parted as the three girls walked towards 
them. The tripod and camera were already set up, waiting for their 
arrival. Rebecca put her arms around the girls' waists and hugged them 
as the camera recorded her big day. Karl and the best man joined them 
to complete the scene. Rebecca appeared relaxed as she grabbed the boys 
either side of her, running her hand over the front of Karl's robe in 
an attempt to bring his cock back to life.

"Don't! It'll show!"

"I know, I want to remember it." She realised what she was doing as he 
turned almost sideways to the camera to hide the slight bulge. "Hmm, I 
want to remember how you felt as you forced yourself between my wet 
lips, and how you came inside me. You know I'm still dripping, don't 
you?" she said with a wicked grin.

"I'm not listening!" he said, squirming.

"Now how about just the bridesmaids on their own, the rest of you stand 
to one side!" asked the photographer. He was dressed in a formal suit 
and had clearly been to other ceremonies as he exchanged chit-chat with 
the priest. Karl and Rebecca shuffled out of the way, leaving Lauren 
and Nikki to pose against the backdrop of the mountains in the 
distance.

Several more group shots were taken until the light faded away and the 
little crowd returned to the barn. Food had been laid out along the 
length of the room. The music continued its melodic chant, instilling a 
sense of calm and contentment. The candles had been extinguished 
recently and whips of smoke trailed into the air. Arianne pulled the 
doors together, muttering about keeping the cold air out. Lauren 
wandered over the food, helping herself to a plate and loading up cold 
meat, salad and hot potatoes. She talked to most of the congregation, 
or more accurately, most of them approached her and asked her what her 
name was, how old she was, and whether she had enjoyed the ceremony. 
The priestess seemed to avoid her, but not the priest who approached 
her directly as she finished her second plate of food (and second glass 
of Austrian Riesling).

"Lauren, isn't it?" he asked.

She looked up into his eyes. Her instincts told her that he was an 
unlikely candidate for the priesthood in his direct, almost accusatory 
manner. "Yes, I'm actually Rebecca's neighbour" she replied, looking 
down at her half-empty wine glass. She shuffled her feet.

"I know, did you enjoy your morning?"

"It was wonderful. There's everything down there!" said Lauren, smiling 
thankfully.

"Has Rebecca told you about our church here and what we do?"

"Bits. Not everything."

"Well, we prepare people for later life. We believe that there is no 
such thing as being too young to learn about the world, just as there's 
no such thing as being to young to teach the world"

"Yes, I see" she said, understanding nothing.

"I'm glad you do. I think you could teach the world a great deal, 
Lauren."

"Do you? Like what?" She could feel the drink talking, and realised 
that she was entering into a conversation that she had no interest in 
pursuing.

"You have a youthful manner. You're quick witted. We'd like you to join 
us!" he said, smiling at her as he sipped his wine.

"Oh, I'm not sure. Maybe one day." replied Lauren, looking around the 
room.

"We'd like you to join today. Think about it, Lauren." His smile faded.

"I'll have a think. Must find Nikki. See you later." she said, 
wandering off in Nikki's direction. The two girls chatted for ages, 
sitting on the bench seats in front of the straw altar. The priestess 
approached, holding a plate of food in one hand and a drink in the 
other. Lauren shifted uneasily along the bench to make room for her.

"How's it going? Having a good time?" she asked, popping a small 
sandwich into her mouth. Lauren looked again behind the mask at the 
pupils of her eyes, feeling again that sense that she knew her from 
somewhere. The priestess looked up at her and smiled.

"Well, we'd better be getting home soon." said Lauren, looking at 
Nikki.

"What time is it?" asked Nikki.

"Don't know. Must be about six?" asked Lauren.

"Look, why don't you stay?" she said, spraying crumbs over Lauren, and 
giggling as she brushed them off her robe. "We'd like you to join our 
little church."

"Maybe. But not now. See you around, eh? Come on, Nik, let's find 
Rebecca!" said Lauren, pulling Nikki up with her. They walked across to 
Rebecca, who was chatting to two of the congregation. "We think we'd 
better be going. It's getting late and my parents are sure to be 
calling by now!"

"OK, let me just say good-bye and we'll get a lift back" said Rebecca, 
looking around the room. "Now, where's Ariane?"

Lauren looked at Nikki timidly, frowning occasionally as they exchanged 
unspoken words. Lauren and Nikki followed Rebecca slowly round the big 
room as they searched for their lift.

"Hey!" bellowed a voice behind her, making her jump. She spun round. 
The priest strode towards her. "You're not leaving us?"

"I'm afraid we have to. It's late!" replied Lauren.

"I thought you were going to join our church?" He put his arm around 
her shoulder and pulled her towards him. Lauren noticed the sweaty 
smell from his robe as the calluses on his hands caught on the silky 
material.

"Not today. We must go" she said, shrugging off his arm as she made for 
the big black doors. She froze in her tracks as she heard a scream 
behind her. Turning, she saw Nikki bending down, clutching her ankle.


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.


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.


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.


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.


Chapter 31

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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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.