Lauren Gisal Volume Two (Third third) by Francis Dashwood


Chapter 45 

Four days later, Lauren was fit enough to bathe and feed 
herself. She could walk around the house unaided, but always made sure 
she was within striking distance of something to hold onto if she 
became dizzy. She ventured out onto the remains of the patio, peering 
down into the rounded hole that had been the pool. The familiar heat 
remained, but the soothing waters had vanished. She sat in her shorts 
and T-Shirt on the lounger and surveyed her bruised limbs and the scene 
of damage. Without knowing anything about ordinance and explosives, she 
concluded that the pool had taken a direct hit. That had probably saved 
them, for another ten feet nearer the house would have been a 
completely different outcome. In the late afternoon, they decided to 
venture out of the house and walked cautiously down the road towards 
Boquette.

Traffic was minimal, but some private cars and a few farm vehicles 
passed them, reassuring the children by their presence and by the fact 
that while they were still loaded with refugees and possessions, there 
appeared to be an orderly manner about their flight. Lauren looked 
nervously around her as they passed the first crossroads, watching for 
soldiers.

Over the six days since the attack she had frequently revisited her 
ordeal, analysing it from every perspective to see what she could have 
done differently. Emma's ability to laugh off the bomb annoyed her as 
it interfered with her reasoning for remaining as quiet as possible 
during the rape. The day before, she had considered narrating to Emma 
those early morning hours, her embarrassment, her fears for the 
children and the pain she had endured, arms stretched out, legs 
tethered on the wooden piano stool. Finally, she decided that there was 
little to be gained by reopening the issue except her own satisfaction 
and so she tried hard to adopt the same attitude as the others. Both 
Emma and Jamie seemed to walk with a spring in their step and laughter 
in their voices as she trailed behind.

"Hey, we've gone far enough I think!" said Jamie, turning around to 
face the others. "Back to the house, and get the car, eh?"

"Yeah, the place is really quiet!" said Emma.

"I'm not sure, perhaps a few more minutes until we see Boquette town 
center?"

"No, come on, let's grab the car and then get to a phone" said Jamie, 
taking the lead in the opposite direction.

Lauren glumly followed, shuffling back to the house and hauling herself 
painfully into the driving seat. They traveled in silence, looking at 
everything that moved, checking side streets for activity that might 
alert them to soldiers or other danger. After a thirty minute queue for 
the phone in the Post Office Lauren dialed her parents in Switzerland 
without a thought for the time in Europe. A recorded message in Spanish 
greeted every attempt she made. Handing the phone to Jamie, she watched 
as his face betrayed the problem.

"All international lines are busy. Please try later." he said, offering 
her the handset. "Shit." said Lauren. A flash of inspiration made her 
smile. "Look up the Swiss Embassy in San Falino!" They thumbed through 
the directory, oblivious to the stares and scowls from those behind 
them in the queue. She spoke rapidly to the woman on the other end, 
explaining she was Swiss and needed to inform her parents that she was 
safe. She gave them their number in Andelberg and grinned broadly as 
she replaced the phone.

"OK?" asked Jamie.

"Yeah! Wow, that feels so good - to talk to someone from Switzerland. 
They even sounded like they came from around our way." Her thoughts 
were suddenly thousands of miles away, across the Atlantic, over France 
and tumbling down the white-capped mountains of the Jungfrau. Even the 
jostling of the crowd failed to bring her back as she clung to the 
happy scene, her parents and brother sitting at the dining room table 
eating Sunday lunch.

The return journey was uneventful. Jamie read the local paper, 
paraphrasing some of the articles that suggested that the fight between 
the Nationalists and Government troops had only just begun.

To their delight, they heard the sound of the fridge gurgling noisily 
as they entered the front door. Jamie opened the fuse box and reset 
most of the breakers, earning a cheer each time something of interest 
came to life. After tea and hot baths all round, they met in the 
kitchen to decide what to do next. Lauren set out her plan - conceived 
three minutes before they sat down - suggesting they drive to San 
Falino and wait for evacuation to Switzerland. Jamie agreed, but 
thought train would be safer so that they blended in more easily.

Emma sat on her seat, arms wrapped around her knees pulled tight up 
against her chest. Lauren recognised her mood. Uncommunicative, sultry 
to the point of stubbornness. The little girl emerging in the suddenly 
adult world. Eventually, Lauren coaxed out of her that she really 
didn't care what happened. Compromise was reached quickly, and the 
children decided that Jamie's idea was the safest, and so at around ten 
o'clock the next morning, they shut the house once again and drove down 
to the station, parking the car in a side street. Jamie removed the 
distributor arm and stuffed it in his pocket, pleased to demonstrate 
his knowledge of the workings of a car. With one large suitcase each, 
they trudged to the station foyer, purchased single tickets to the 
capital and crossed the old rusted iron bridge to the other side. The 
sun shone mercilessly once again. Her T-Shirt was damp with sweat even 
though she had untucked it from her shorts. Emma and Jamie fared 
similarly, Emma complaining regularly of the heat and asking why they 
had to leave at all. Lauren had known the answer to the question the 
previous evening, but it escaped her now.

An hour later, and forty minutes late, the great grey hulk of the train 
pulled into the station, steam billowing from the mighty pistons. 
Lauren felt the heat of the massive boiler on her face as it passed 
her, the stack spewing clouds of dark smoke that wafted down towards 
the platform. She was reminded of the film where someone ran alongside 
a steam train, waving good-bye romantically. Casablanca, she thought, 
but maybe not. Certainly black and white. The carriages squealed to a 
halt, juddering along their length. Soldiers dropped to the platform, 
standing guard and passengers and troops disembarked. Lauren averted 
her gaze, dreading recognition by one of the soldiers who had featured 
in her ordeal, hustling Jamie and Emma aboard.

The three children clambered in and walked along the carriage, taking 
the first compartment that was empty. Jamie pushed their suitcases onto 
the overhead rack and they slumped onto the seats, smiling broadly that 
they had so far been successful. Almost immediately they heard the 
whistle from the guards and shouting from the platform. The train 
shuddered again as the huge wheels turned, pulling out of Boquette and 
headed southwards.

"Does it always go this slow?" asked Lauren.

"Yep, about twenty miles an hour. This engine is probably imported from 
Europe when they electrified."

Lauren was pleased they had a compartment to themselves. It could seat 
about eight she thought, and maybe they would have to let others in as 
they got closer to the capital, but the privacy was appreciated. She 
stood and pulled down the blinds to the corridor before standing on the 
seat and reaching into her suitcase for a can of fizzy orange. She sat 
opposite Emma and Jamie with her back to the engine, watching as the 
ramshackle houses disappeared in the distance. The railway track was 
strewn with debris - not from military action, but old oil drums, 
bottles, litter, domestic rubbish and parts of old cars. The junk has 
discoloured, turning a more complete grey with the passing of each 
train. Houses jostled for position against the tracks, squalid two 
floor tenements with access to the top floor by rickety staircases. 
Paint peeled around the window frames, creating jagged edges, cutting 
the dim light that shone hopefully from within.

Occasionally, children waved, foraging in the muck, accompanied by thin 
dogs or huge mothers, barefoot, dirty. Ringing bells rose to a 
crescendo as they rattled over a crossing. Lauren watched the cars 
lined up waiting along the street, water flowing along the gutter as 
pedestrians stumbled around the potholes. The stench of the sewer 
greeted her head-on, making her shudder.

She lowered the window slightly, the heat of the day oppressive. She 
smiled at Emma, watching as she wafted the draught under her T-Shirt. 
Lauren glanced from her stomach down at her skirt, horrified as she 
caught herself leaning her head to one side to sneak a look between her 
legs. The slim, sleek shins glinted in the light and Lauren recognised 
the shot that ran through her, a welcome visitor and one she had missed 
for over a week. Sex had been the furthest thing from her mind since 
her ordeal. Masturbation had not even figured in her daily itinerary, 
and so the feeling inside as she now turned her attention to Jamie gave 
her confidence that she was mending satisfactorily.

The door rattled as the conductor entered, his belt laden with 
machinery for issuing, stamping and printing tickets, change holders, 
timetables, keys, a torch and a gun. He was tall, overweight certainly, 
looked sweaty, old - at least forty by Lauren's reckoning. His thick, 
black hair might have been cut sometime in the past year, but it was 
debatable. His eyebrows curled at the ends giving him a sinister look. 
Lauren reached in her shorts and his gaze followed. She offered him the 
three tickets as he spoke quickly. Lauren was sure he had asked where 
they were going, but to be certain she smiled at Emma, silently asking 
for the translation.

"San Falino" said Emma. He took each ticket in turn, gazing a little 
too much at her legs for Lauren's liking. Turning his attention to 
Emma, he smiled and sat next to her. A sickness was born in Lauren's 
stomach as she watched Emma's face change from humor and happiness to 
concern and fear. The man's eyes seemed fixed on her young breasts, not 
like a connoisseur but rather as though he had never been quite so 
close to a girl before. He examined Jamie's ticket, grunted and stood, 
walking towards the door.

Lauren breathed a sigh of relief. Her mother's words of caution echoed 
once again. 'Never get into a single compartment, you're trapped' she 
would say each time she had taken the train to Interlaken or Thun. And 
each time, she and Nikki would do just that, blinds down, misbehaving 
in between stations, singing at the tops of the voices. During those 
occasions when their relationship was intimate, she recalled their 
loving between stops, time enough to remove their knickers after the 
first station. Time enough to spend the interludes between later stops 
engaged in mutual oral sex to the rhythm of the wheels, their clothing 
bunched up at head and toe to reveal their young breasts and bright 
white trainers. They had always been lucky.

Lauren focused again on the landscape, pleased that the little houses 
had given way to countryside. A squeal from Emma brought her thoughts 
back inside. Emma scrambled back towards her brother, away from the 
door, away from the outstretched hand.

"It's OK, I'm not going to hurt you." the guard said quietly. He sat 
beside her as she pushed back against her brother's chest.

"Go away!" she commanded, her eyes fearful, tracking his hands.

"Hey, stop this!" said Jamie, anger evident in his voice. The guard 
took no notice of Jamie, touching her knee as though it was hot and 
might burn his fingers. He smiled, pleased with his new-found conquest. 
His hand slipped up her thigh as she leapt up in the middle of the 
carriage, shaking him off, sneering as though a dog had accidentally 
urinated on her. "Go on, get out!" shouted Jamie, pointing to the door. 
Lauren watched their faces intently.

"No, I have sex with this girl." said the old man gruffly. His mood 
changed slightly, irritation setting in as though she was a prize to 
which he had every right. "Sit!" Emma and Jamie slowly returned to 
their side of the carriage. He moved towards Lauren, watching the 
others closely. "Take it out" he commanded, nodding at her and then his 
groin.

Lauren glared at him, her chin shuddering from the onset of tears. She 
felt her sphincter tighten, anger and adrenaline surging through her 
tense body. Her eyes darted from his groin to his holster and back 
again. She shook her head, whimpering.

"No, I can't"

"Do it!" he shouted. Turning to Jamie he snarled "You, take her shorts 
down!" as Emma again backed up against her brother, her thin legs and 
the flash of white knicker from within her shorts affecting the old man 
visibly. He giggled, eyes widening with childish awe as he stood in 
front of Lauren and pointed to his zip. Lauren remained motionless, 
turning to stare out of the window, her peripheral vision acutely aware 
of his proximity. Slowly, he reached down to his side and withdrew his 
gun. It shook slightly in his hand and he seemed to need both hands and 
all his concentration to control it.

Lauren watched her hand extend towards the old man in absolute 
disbelief. Pure misery enveloped her like a damp mist. She reached out 
and found the tag of his zipper, sniffed wetly and pulled it down. She 
looked up from his grey underpants and into his dim eyes, then across 
to Emma. The guard followed her lead, glaring at Jamie until he slipped 
to the floor and began to tug at his sister's shorts. Emma squealed, 
squirming on the seat, freezing suddenly as the gun waved in front of 
her face. Jamie slipped her shorts down over her knees, the indentation 
of her pussy clearly defined underneath her thin, cream- coloured 
knickers.

"Open you legs, let me see you pussy, little girl!" he sneered, now 
waving the gun back at Lauren. Emma's young legs stretched, falling 
flat against the seat with the suppleness of youth. Lauren undid the 
button securing his trousers and flicked it, watching with dismay as 
the rest of his underpants were revealed. The trousers bunched at his 
feet and he carefully stepped out, waiting for Lauren's hand to slip 
under his underpants and find his rigid cock.

"Now her knickers, take them off! Want to see her little pussy!" he 
said with glee.

"No! No, don't!" Emma screamed, her hands tight between her thighs, 
covering her vagina as she frantically looked at the others for 
assistance and support. Lauren stopped, wondering if the noise might 
have alerted other passengers, soldiers even, who could have offered 
help. But the relentless clanking of the train as it ambled on to San 
Falino merely marked out their path to misery. The guard giggled, his 
breathing short and irregular.

"You!" he snorted, glaring at Lauren. She touched his cock, warm, 
solid, wet at the end from his excitement. He nodded at her; she slowly 
obliged and he stepped from his underpants, waving the gun at Jamie to 
signal that he should get on with his wishes. Jamie was shaking, anger 
turning to rage as he slipped his fingers into the elastic of his 
sister's knickers and pulled down along her legs. The little slit was 
almost hairless, unyielding of its treasure, closed to traffic. Emma 
sobbed quietly, legs tight together once again, pure venom in her eyes 
as she watched his every move.

The guard stood there, dumbstruck at the sight. Lauren wondered what he 
had expected, and if there was any possibility now that he would decide 
that Emma was too young. But slowly, he returned to reality and pulled 
Lauren to the other seats so that both she and Jamie were either side 
of his little victim.

"Get her wet" he said, smiling at Jamie. "Use your tongue on her!" 
Lauren was convinced that almost all his conversation came from men's 
magazines, its predictability and lack of genuine emotion grating 
against Lauren's senses. He grabbed Jamie by the hair and pushed him 
against the seat so that his face rested inches from the little girl's 
vagina. "Part her legs and lick!" he shouted, the gun again wobbling in 
the air.

"No, please don't make him, please!" sniffed Emma.

"Look, she's only thirteen!" said Jamie.

"Shut up, you. Get on with it!"

Jamie slid forward between her legs, his tongue extending until the tip 
touched her labia. Emma inhaled sharply, her head now back against the 
seat, eyes fluttering closed. Jamie licked, generating saliva and 
dribbling it over her pussy lips.

Lauren watched as the old guard peered over Jamie's shoulder, stroking 
his raging cock as he saw the young boy's tongue disappear between her 
secret folds. She wondered if he might come before he entered her, 
giving a possible way out and saving Emma from the battering that she 
would otherwise receive. Lauren grimaced as Emma gripped her thighs, 
pulling her legs further apart as her brother flicked around, teasing 
slowly as her labia parted, swelled and rejoiced. Suddenly, she had a 
wonderful idea, and, reaching forward, took hold of the man's cock, 
pulling him towards her and away from Emma. She wet her lips and 
lowered her head towards his cock, looking into his eyes as she licked 
slowly along his shaft with as much lust as possible.

He groaned with pleasure, watching Lauren's head bob up and down while 
her hand wrapped around the base of his cock. She almost gagged at the 
smell and the reminder, as if any was required, of her ordeal at the 
hands of the soldiers. Snippets of information flicked through her 
mind, filling gaps in her memory, seizing her attention so vividly that 
she faltered. The guard pushed her back to her seat and turned again to 
Emma.

"OK, that's enough." He moved between her legs, grabbing behind her 
knees and pulling up so that her trainers rested flat on the seat and 
her pussy was over the edge.

"No! Leave me alone!" shrieked Emma, her hands covering her vagina.

"Shut up, little girl! You!" he shouted, indicating Jamie, "You sit the 
other side and hold her still!" he said as he balanced against the 
motion of the train. With his gun in his right hand on the back of the 
seat, he felt along Emma's thighs, his rough old fingers sampling the 
angelic softness of her skin. Crudely, he pushed her hands aside and 
grabbed her pubic mound, cupping it, sliding his fingers between her 
inner lips and rummaging around. He giggled once again.

"Now, you, hold my cock and guide it in" he said to Lauren. She slowly 
obliged, shaking her head in protest, her attention split between the 
gun and his weapon as it neared Emma's vagina. He groaned quietly, 
fascinated as the tip of his cock pushed the lips of her vagina out of 
its path. "Good, now hold her legs. Tight, mind you! Right up high!"

Her pussy was far from ready, the little labia tight with only the 
slightest indication of arousal. He pushed experimentally into Emma, 
his thick cock disappearing, veins proud and throbbing as he began to 
stroke in half way and out again. Emma screamed, truly in pain. Lauren 
rested her head against her shoulder, consoling her as she gripped her 
thigh tightly. She could see the man's cock emerging and re-entering, 
slick with Jamie's saliva and red from the tight grip of Emma's vagina. 
Occasionally, his cock fell out of the youngster, revealing the angry 
red knob and the foreskin stretched right back along his length. Lauren 
looked up, noting that Jamie was also entranced by the sight of the 
punishment his sister was receiving. Lauren felt fingers digging into 
her shoulders as Emma tried to stifle the pain. The seat squeaked in 
time with the guard as his pace increased and Emma's face contorted, 
mouth open from the pain inflicted by a man four or maybe five times 
her age.

"No, please, stop!" screamed Emma, her eyes screwed up in pain and her 
body shaking. "For Christ's sake, stop!"

"Shut up!" he sneered in between breaths. "Oh yes, that's it, hold her 
legs right up high, I'm coming!" He pushed furiously into her, 
battering her pubic mound as his stomach and thighs squashed her 
delicate frame. Emma's feet now touched the back of the seat, held in 
place by the Jamie and Lauren, breasts squashed against her knees. Her 
pussy pointed towards the ceiling, skewered by his fat cock to the 
rhythm of the track. He now penetrated her fully, irregularly, unable 
to pace or control himself, the gun still wobbling above them. He made 
a feeble attempt to push a finger into her anus but failed as his 
orgasm began the steady climb to satisfaction. Pausing, he tried to 
calm himself, watching the baby-like pussy lips following his shaft as 
it moved fractions of an inch up and down. Evidently he realised that 
he was out of control as he battered her once again, his face 
registering total surprise as he pushed himself way over the edge and 
into oblivion.

"Ah! Yes, Oh God, that's it!" he groaned, pausing briefly before slowly 
pumping again. His cock emerged each time with a trail of his seed, and 
each thrust pushed more out between her lips. He continued pumping for 
what seemed like an age and the rage building inside Lauren was about 
to erupt into protest when he finally withdrew and slumped on the 
opposite seat, his erection rapidly subsiding. Smiling inanely to 
himself, he reached down to the floor and picked up Emma's knickers, 
wiping his sweaty brow and slick cock before throwing them over to her. 
Emma cried loudly, fighting nausea as she slowly lowered her legs. Her 
red-raw pussy was covered in his cum, a sheen of his relief smeared 
over her thin thighs. She slowly curled up, turning huddled in a ball 
against Lauren, sobbing and shaking. Lauren held her tight, glaring, 
mouthing silent words while the old man gathered his underpants and 
returned his gun to the holster. 

He dressed quickly, unlocked the door and, after looking both ways 
along the corridor, left without a word.

"Hey, there there. It's over" said Lauren, rocking her gently. She 
wrapped her arms around Emma, smoothing her hair from her puffed-up 
eyes, watching the little girl's mouth billowing in her fight against 
nausea. Lauren looked up and caught Jamie's eye. He looked dumbfounded, 
embarrassed. "Hey, there's nothing you could have done. He had the 
gun!" she said, returning her attention to Emma.

Jamie was silent, shaking his head, glancing occasionally at his 
sister. He stood, opened a suitcase and found some clean underwear for 
her. Handing the knickers to Lauren, he turned his back as the little 
girl wiped herself on her dirty underwear and absently dressed. She 
touched his arm as she cuddled up against Lauren once again and laid 
her head in her lap.

"It's OK." she sobbed, "It's OK". Jamie shrugged and sat down once 
again, moved by the occasion and awkward in his inability to assist. 
Lauren avoided his stare, consumed in her pity for the girl and terror 
of what the next hours might bring. It occurred to her momentarily that 
Jamie might blame her for failing to protect his sister. She looked up 
to see him staring out of the window. No wiser, she returned her 
attention to Emma's blonde hair, consoling her, praying that the 
sobbing would subside. The smell of the man lingered, that unwashed, 
fishy smell that she remembered from boyfriends of years past. A young 
boy in particular. Maybe called Jules, or Jacques. She could see him, 
pictured on his bed. She had no idea how she had been persuaded to go 
there, but she had and he had assumed that she was visiting for sex and 
nothing else.

He had groped her and more out of curiosity, she had pushed her hand 
inside his trousers. She smiled at the thought. She must have been 
fourteen of fifteen. All she remembered after that was that he had 
shuddered and come over her hand almost immediately. Then spent the 
next ten minutes apologising and trying to kiss her. Plus the next few 
weeks calling her to ask for another date. But the smell on her hand 
seemed to remain for days. Whenever she sneezed, or rubbed her face, or 
even brought a fork to her mouth, she was reminded of him and his lack 
of control. The train shuddered her back into the present.

"Now what?" asked Jamie rhetorically. He stood and peered carefully 
towards the front of the train. Unable to see any further, he pulled 
down the window and cautiously leaned out. He pulled back quickly, 
panicking. "Soldiers. They're surrounding the train!"

Emma bolted upright as Lauren leapt to her feet. She spun round and 
heaved their luggage from the overhead racks. The brakes squealed 
loudly.

"I don't like this. We're at everyone's mercy!" she stammered, checking 
the locks on the suitcases. Her hands were shaking as the train came to 
a halt. She dashed to the window and cautiously peered out. The train 
had stopped in what looked like a plantation of some sort. Tall green 
plants grew densely from the edge of the track into the distance. There 
were maybe two dozen uniformed soldiers around the engine at the front, 
their rifles pointed up towards the driver and the first two coaches. 
They appeared to be moving to the other side of the track, disappearing 
under the train. Eventually, one soldier remained, standing guard. A 
shot rang out, ricocheting off metal. The guard sank to the ground, out 
of sight.

"Shit, that's it. I think we should get off and run for it!" She looked 
at the children, waiting for a response. They shrugged almost in 
unison. She opened the door and threw the suitcase out into the 
plantation. Lauren watched it spin in the air and land softly in the 
undergrowth. It was further down than she had thought, and while she 
remembered seeing too many films of people jumping from trains, she had 
never really taken notice of how it should be done. A second, then a 
third shot pushed her into action. "I'll go first. Jump quickly after 
me, I'll try and catch you!" she said, turning towards the sugar cane. 
With her feet over the threshold of the door, she pushed off, her arms 
flailing as she tried to maintain her balance.

Lauren landed well, sliding down the coarse gravel beside the track 
until she rolled into the cane. Grabbing a trunk, she stopped and 
turned, listening for shouts or new gunfire.

"Come on, Emma, now you!" she hissed. Emma jumped with grace, her thin 
legs together and her blonde hair trailing as she collapsed onto the 
side of the embankment. Jamie followed close behind, landing heavily 
and rolling out of control into the roots of the sugar cane.

"OK?" asked Lauren, steadying Jamie. He shook his head, winded from the 
fall. She glanced over at Emma, noticing that her legs were cut in many 
places, small trickles of blood appearing amongst the patches of dirt. 
Lauren had lacerations on her hands where she had broken her fall in 
the gravel.


Chapter 46

She looked up to see where they had been. The door towered above them, 
seemingly an impossible height from the ground. She was amazed how a 
single gunshot could bring out Olympic qualities in people. Aches 
penetrated her thoughts, especially in her lower back and Emma moved 
stiffly ahead into the dense growth.

"Wait, don't go too far. Grab the case and let's make sure we're out of 
sight" she whispered. Turning back to Jamie, she nodded at him, pulling 
him roughly away from the tracks, ignoring the grimace on his face. She 
caught up with Emma a few meters in front and pulled her to the ground, 
anxious above everything to keep the two children in her sight. Further 
gunfire rattled behind them and they instinctively ducked, crouching 
even lower as they scurried deeper into the dense green field.

After five minutes, they decided that they were clear of any danger 
that the soldiers had presented, and flopped onto the ground. The 
suitcase and their clothes were marked with dark green lines from the 
sugar cane; their sweaty faces bore witness to the heat of the day and 
their flight from danger. Panting, they rested, listening all the time 
to the sounds above them. Lauren looked across to Jamie, who had taken 
the lead in their trek once had had regained his breath. His face was 
bleeding from scratches that he had gained from the leaves. Her opinion 
of him wavered between that of a part-time wimp and someone who simply 
needed spurring into action to deliver his best. She knew, somewhat 
selfishly of course, that she was more than grateful to have him with 
them in their hour of need.

"What was in the other suitcase?" asked Lauren

"Most of the food, I think." replied Jamie, looking at the small case 
beside him. "This has only got shirts and shoes." Lauren heart sank. 
Something told her that she really needed to eat, rest and change her 
clothes. Her watch said eight twenty. Darkness would be with them in 
less than an hour. She watched as Jamie opened the case and rummaged 
around. "Hey, a torch! Some biscuits, a can of lemonade." Lauren 
shrugged. It was better than nothing.

"I think we'll have to stay here tonight. There's no point walking 
through this stuff, we'd probably go round in circles."

And so they settled down for the night, each of them staring up at the 
greying night sky. Nobody slept. A shooting star just before eleven 
o'clock was greeted with a chorus of "Ooh!" that both suprised and 
amused them. By midnight, Emma and Lauren had curled up with their 
heads on one end of the suitcase, and Jamie lay at the other. Thoughts 
of ants, snakes and other man-eating animals were banished as the 
problems of the world gave way to the mysteries of sleep. If soldiers 
had been looking for them, they would have found their quarry at about 
three forty-five the next morning simply by listening, when Lauren 
rolled off the suitcase, snuggled down into the dirt and snored loudly.

They woke just before the sun lit the sky. Great black birds circled 
over their little hideaway, not menacingly, but nevertheless enough to 
spur the children into activity.

"Shit, I ache all over" stated Jamie to the heavens. He stretched 
loudly, remembered his predicament and covered his mouth with his hand. 
His eyes scanned the thick greenery for motion, finally coming to rest 
on Lauren's breasts. She felt the boy's attention, and with amusement 
turned to Emma, stroking her hair. She remembered waking up next to Jim 
on a number of wonderful occasions. There was something marvelous, 
wholesome, in rolling over in bed to find someone who has been with you 
all night. It was possible, she thought, to separate the love-making 
and sleep as two individual events, each of them a statement and source 
of fulfillment. Jim had always snuggled up behind her in the morning, 
reaching round to cup her breasts, his cock laying between her 
buttocks. She recalled one morning they had made love after a night of 
heavy passion. He had phoned his college, citing sickness, before 
ravaging her. The thought of his strong, thick cock as he walked back 
into the room, naked, made her bubble inside. God, she thought, they 
were both so randy that day. That was the first time that he had put 
his finger inside her bottom and she thought her orgasm was somehow 
going to blow her to pieces.

"South must be the way to go, right? Towards the border?" she asked. 
Jamie looked away, confused as Lauren folded her arms over her nipples. 
It was cooler than she liked. Emma stirred silently on the ground, her 
clothing filthy from where she had tossed and turned throughout the 
night. Lauren knew they all looked dreadful, their faces streaked from 
dust and sweat.

"Hmm, sun rises in the east, so sort of that way". He stood and walked 
uneasily off. "I'm just going over here, to the toilet."

Lauren did the same, walking only a few meters in the opposite 
direction before flicking the button on her jeans and dropping them to 
her ankles. Perhaps in another situation, she might have simply pulled 
her clothes down and hoped to miss, but with the shortage of clean 
underwear, she decided to take no chances. She looked around, half 
hoping for something to make the job easier, but reconciled herself to 
discarding her jeans and, after looking in all directions, stuck her 
thumbs in the elastic of her knickers, pushed them to her ankles and 
stepped out. She delighted in the feeling of nakedness, of abandonment 
as the morning breeze caressed her pussy. Squatting, with one hand to 
her side to steady herself , she relaxed and urinated. The crack of 
twigs beside her made her jump.

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Emma!" she hissed, wobbling.

"It's only me, I have to do the same." Emma's eyes traced the path from 
Lauren's ankles up to the dark cleft between her legs and down to the 
damp soil beneath. Lauren felt a twinge ripple deep in her stomach. 
Without hesitation, Emma dropped her jeans and knickers on top of 
Lauren's and squatted a few feet away, facing her squarely. Lauren 
remained motionless, her bladder complaining about the interruption, as 
she watched Emma hold on to a thick sugar cane and spread her legs 
slightly. As she looked down, a strong stream hissed from her young 
pussy, causing her to giggle slightly. She looked up at Lauren and 
smiled, sweetly. "Go on, you don't have to stop, you know!"

With some effort, Lauren managed to a trickle, spurts hitting the 
ground while Emma continued to display all the abandon and lack of 
embarrassment Lauren found so endearing. The little girl stood as she 
finished, wondering what she could use to wipe herself. She gave up, 
leaning against a cane as she watched Lauren finish.

"Emma!" said Lauren, pouting.

"What?"

"Don't stare! It's not nice!" she said, pulling her knickers back up.

"But..we're both girls, aren't we?" asked Emma, still leaning against 
the cane. Lauren watched as her hand slowly brushed over the hem of her 
T-Shirt and found the soft skin of her flat belly. Her fingers were 
splayed dramatically, the middle one inches from the soft folds of her 
labia. It descended, Lauren's eyes bulging in their sockets as she 
suddenly realised what the girl was going to do.

"Emma, stop it! Come on, get dressed, we've got to make a lot of 
progress today."

"I dreamed about you last night" she said, bending effortlessly to pick 
up her knickers. Lauren watched as her taut buttocks parted to reveal 
her pussy. "I dreamed that we were high up a mountain, together. And we 
kissed for ages. All night. I think I came in my sleep!"

"Emma! Why are you behaving like this?"

"Lori, don't run out on us. Please!" She edged closer to Lauren, 
holding her arm.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because it's dangerous, and we're probably going to get captured 
sometime." Lauren wrapped her arms around her, feeling Emma's knickers 
sliding down between them to the ground. The heat from the girl's pussy 
radiated through her, their soft skin gliding together. Emma's leg 
slipped between hers without resistance and she felt the girl's hands 
grip her buttocks.

"Emma, it's OK, it's OK. I'm staying. And if I could leave, I'd take 
you with me." She patted her on the back. With superhuman effort she 
resisted the urge to kiss her lips. The thought crossed her mind 
several times in the space of five seconds that they might be able to 
make love right there. But some remnant of rationality suggested that 
Jamie was sure to try and find them if they didn't return in a few 
minutes, and anyway, with only dirt to lie on, it promised to be 
somewhat uncomfortable.

The drug of lust wafted over her, arguing that the smell of urine and 
morning breath was easily outweighed by the freshness, youth and pure 
sexuality of the girl in her arms. Mother's voice boomed from above.

"I thought you escaped from the train?"

"We did!"

"How did you get captured again?"

"Easy. I was making love to the little girl in my charge in a sugar 
plantation at half past five in the morning. She yelped so loud as I 
slid my tongue into her wonderful little pussy that the soldiers found 
us. It could have happened to anyone, Mum!"

Kissing her on the forehead, she pushed away, turning back to find her 
own clothes. She sensed that Emma was dressing as well, and 
deliberately pulled her knickers and jeans up slowly. "Come on, 
biscuits and Pepsi for breakfast today" she said with as much 
enthusiasm as she could muster.

For the next hour they cautiously headed in a southerly direction, 
lugging the suitcase in turns out of the plantation. The dense greenery 
gave way to a sparse hillside, criss- crossed with dirt tracks that led 
to single story houses. Their brilliant red-tiled roofs shone as the 
sun rose over the hills, catching the tree-tops, rousing nature. Lauren 
felt hungry once again. The biscuits had tasted horrible first thing in 
the morning, although none of them had felt it necessary to complain. 
The thought of breaking into one of the houses crossed her mind, but 
dogs roaming around and the chance of being seen dissuaded her.

Jamie and Lauren carried the luggage alternately, leaving Emma to trail 
behind. Threading their way cautiously from one hamlet to the next, 
Lauren could only believe that they looked highly suspicious. Adding to 
her concern was the lack of other refugees. Occasionally they saw other 
small groups, but they looked like local people who were out for a 
morning stroll rather than natives fleeing advancing armies. God knows 
how she would explain removing the children from their house, exposing 
them to danger, if the war had finished days ago. However, they 
continued silently, and by eight o'clock were hot, tired and thoughts 
of being lost surfaced. The sun was on their left, which made sense in 
Lauren's mind. But they had no idea of knowing if they were out of San 
Falino.

"Can we stop?" whined Emma. Without discussion, they flopped down 
beneath an old tree that shaded them from the sun. "Phew, it's hot" 
said Emma, wafting her T-Shirt in and out. Dark patches of sweat stuck 
the material to her back.

"Jeans are the wrong thing for this weather, but if we wear shorts 
we'll get scratched or bitten to bits! I don't know what's worse, the 
mosquitoes or the brambles" said Lauren, staring up through the leaves.

"We haven't got shorts, remember? They were in the other suitcase." 
said Jamie, demonstrating that the handle on the survivor was near the 
end of it's life. A search of the suitcase confirmed Lauren's fears. 
Shoes, a few more packets of biscuits, cans without a can opener, paper 
cups, socks for every occasion and a torch. No underwear, maps, sun 
cream or anything practical. They chatted for a few minutes, avoiding 
the obvious problems of the morning, until a pair of jets streaked 
across the sky.

"Come on, let's keep going!" said Emma, fear in her voice. Lauren knew 
that they were all thinking about the previous jets and the blast in 
the swimming pool. The urge to move away was from the unseen bomb was 
overpowering.

By eleven they were tired, filthy dirty and fed up. The suitcase had 
given up very shortly after they broke camp. The biscuits were eaten 
immediately on the understanding that they would stop at the first cafe 
for lunch but each bend in the track brought more of the barren, 
parched landscape. Emma dragged her feet, shuffling along, falling 
further behind. Lauren's pretence of energy and enthusiasm dwindled 
with every yard they took until she decided that it was noon, and time 
to stop. The track came to a major cross- roads, a meeting point marked 
by an enormous tree and what looked like the source of a river. "Oh 
yeah, look at this water!" squealed Emma, running down the slight 
incline to the edge of the stream. She knelt down and tested it's 
temperature. Satisfied, she scooped handfuls of water up and washed her 
face. Lauren watched as Jamie joined his sister, splashing and fooling 
with the water. Their clothes became soaked but that was the last of 
their problems that morning. After scanning the bushes all around, she 
joined them, washing and delighting in the feel of the cool clear water 
against her skin.

"Emma, you're drenched!" she exclaimed.

"So what. It'll dry in minutes. Anyway, so is Jamie!" she giggled, 
splashing Lauren with a jet of water that her expression suggested was 
much bigger than she had intended. Their T-shirts clung to their 
bodies, and Lauren felt her jeans slowly cooling as water seeped 
through to her knickers. The water fight lasted less than a minute, but 
provide welcome relief from the heat of the day and the tensions of 
their flight. A glance at Emma confirmed her suspicions, the little 
girl's nipples unashamedly erect, pushing out against her T- Shirt. 
Jamie had noticed as well and once again had his eyes on Lauren's 
breasts.

"Shh!" hissed Lauren, looking across the stream into the undergrowth.

"What?" laughed Jamie.

"Shh! I heard something. Like a radio!" Her face grew deadly serious, 
and the children turned to follow her gaze. Across the stream, maybe 
fifty feet away, was a soldier, busily walking and talking into a radio 
handset.

"Shit, back to the road, slowly and carefully. Now!" They climbed the 
embankment, their fear compounded by the sound of a truck coming from 
the right along the track. Jamie turned to Lauren, looking for advice. 
Emma sobbed, clinging to Lauren. "Hey, it's OK. Let's just sit down so 
there's no misunderstanding. We've done nothing wrong, have we?"

The heavy, dark green military truck rounded the bend, pulled up inches 
from their feet and cut it's engine. Lauren's heart pounded in her 
chest, racing as Emma's grip on her arm tightened. The driver's door 
opened and a young soldier jumped to the ground.

"Where are you three going?"

"We're heading south, along the track!" replied Lauren, pointing to the 
path that she wished she was on that very moment. Jamie and Emma nodded 
in support. The soldier looked at them carefully.

"You French?"

"Swiss."

"Where are you from?"

"Boquette!" offered Emma, returning the soldier's smile. Lauren watched 
his eyes, darting across the little girl's body as a sickening feeling 
grew in her stomach. She glared at Emma.

"Wait here! It's not safe for you to travel on these tracks, we can't 
protect you!" He turned and mounted the cab once again, took the radio 
and spoke. The children strained to catch snippets of conversation, but 
the cicadas and macaws drowned out the content. The radio fell silent, 
and he concerned himself with writing on a clipboard. Lauren would have 
sold her soul for even a glimpse. Her hands shook as he opened the door 
and landed at her feet. To her surprise, the sound of another truck 
grew in the distance.

"We're moving you out. The enemy will be pushed into these hills in the 
next few days."

"But where?" demanded Lauren, horrified.

"One of our international staff will take care of you. That's her truck 
arriving now." "You're lucky", he added, turning to open his truck door 
before clambering back up behind the wheel "You might have had to wait 
hours!" The indication that Lauren's outburst lacked the expected level 
of gratitude was not missed. They turned to watch the second truck pull 
up just short of the water. A young woman jumped down gaily from the 
seat. Dressed in army uniform, she bounced across the dirt towards 
them. Her dark glasses and cap hid most of her features, but Lauren 
noticed the clear complexion and confident elegance in her walk.

"Hey, who have we here?" she asked, inspecting her new troops.

"I'm Lauren, this is Jamie, and his sister Emma. We're going south, to 
Venezuela."

"Well, not today you're not. Most likely you'll wait a week or two 
before it'll be safe." she stated. Emma turned away from her, staring 
down at the ground.

"We'll just keep on walking then" said Jamie.

"Hmm, you can if you want, but we know there are guerrillas in the 
hills four and a half miles southwest of here. Not friendly to anyone, 
especially young girls." The tone of her voice closed down any 
response.

"Where are we going then?" asked Lauren. She stared at the woman's 
sunglasses, wondering what lurked behind. She had very dark, straight 
hair that had been stuffed up under her beret. Twenty four, maybe 
twenty five. Nice white teeth.

"Back to a sort of camp for non-residents. I manage it." Lauren 
detected a hint of authority, mixed with a public relations smile. 
Unusual, she thought, for such a small, poor country that was engaged 
in civil war as a result of even basic amenities. "From there you'll be 
escorted either to your embassy, or if the fighting ends, back to your 
house."

She turned and walked back to the truck, clearly expecting instant 
movement. Lauren looked at Jamie and shrugged, responding to the 
obvious question. The woman turned, feigning surprise that they hadn't 
immediately fallen in behind her. Lauren detected her annoyance and 
rose.

"Is there a phone there?"

"Yep. Well, there was this morning! Come on, hop in the back, it's 
about thirty minutes. Maybe you'll have company before we get there. 
You're the second group I found today."

Lauren made her way to the back of the truck and helped Jamie up. She 
was surprised to discover that Emma wasn't right behind her, and 
retraced her steps to find her sitting watching the stream.

"What's up?"

She shrugged. "Don't feel well"

"Oh come on. It's got to be better than walking through the hills in 
this heat. Come and rest. You'll feel fine soon."

The woman reappeared. "Just as I thought. Probably never even had dirt 
underneath her nails. Any of you!"

"I don't want to go. I want to walk!" hissed Emma.

"Emma, what's up? Eh"

"Nothing!" The silence. She picked up a stone from the ground and threw 
it into the water.

"Come on, we can snuggle down in the back of the truck. Then maybe get 
washed back at this camp. That would be nice, wouldn't it?" said 
Lauren, helping her to her feet. Slowly, they made their way to the 
back and accepted Jamie's hand to clamber aboard. The truck shuddered 
into motion, turning round and retracing it's route down the track. 
They didn't meet anyone else, and both Lauren and Emma managed to doze 
in the back as it wound it's way back onto major roads. Jamie stared 
out of the back, watching the road appear beneath him. The short 
shadows from the trees barely reached into the road.




Chapter 47

Lauren woke to find herself being shaken by the woman while Emma and 
Jamie looked down at her.

"Wakey wakey, we're here. Follow me and I'll find out which rooms you 
three can have." She disappeared round the side of the truck, Jamie 
closely behind. Lauren swung off the back and landed hard on the 
ground, her limbs tight and aching.

"Ow, shit!" she moaned. Looking up to find a target for her wrath, she 
discovered she was in the grounds of a wonderfully old house. Huge, 
grey flag stones climbed from the driveway forming steps up to a single 
grey door. Either side of the two-story house were bay windows trimmed 
with magnificent white climbing roses. The tiled grey roof rose to a 
high apex, just below three huge trees that offered shade from the sun. 
She heard the sound of water in the distance and could see bees buzzing 
between the roses and colourful borders around the grounds. A glimmer 
of a smile spread across her face as she limped off towards the 
children and their new found benefactor.

"Lauren, right?" asked the woman.

"Yes. What a beautiful house. Is it yours?"

"My uncles. I'm using it for Nationalist work during the conflict. Now, 
my name's Maria" she announced, pulling the beret from her head. Her 
hair remained pinned up but Lauren noticed the dark shine of absolute 
health. Emma continued to sulk, staring out of the window. "I have to 
make sure your government knows you're here. They can then make 
arrangements to have you collected or whatever. Have you all got 
passports? I assume you have?"

"Yes, but my father always said never to let your passport out of your 
sight." said Jamie, feeling the back of his jeans.

"He's right. All I want to do is photocopy the first five pages. Then 
I'll let you have them back. Any time today is fine. Are you all Swiss 
nationals?" she asked, removing her sunglasses before reading from her 
clipboard. In profile, she was very elegant in Lauren's opinion. Her 
skin was indeed without a blemish, and her nose seemed perfectly 
proportioned. The dark hair, eyebrows and long eyelashes gave her a 
cultured, refined look. Maria looked up at them from her register, 
waiting for an answer. They nodded. "OK, follow me, I'll show you where 
you'll be staying. Presently there's only one other group, and I expect 
them to move out tomorrow afternoon. Lauren and, er, what's the little 
girl's name?"

"Emma" said Lauren, taking in the rest of her features. She was 
gorgeous, her white smile flashing, lighting her round face, 
contrasting against her tan. Lauren's eyes followed her neck, down over 
her breasts to the slim, belted waist. Mentally, she unpinned her hair 
and watched as her face and shoulders were framed to perfection. She 
allowed her gratitude and respect for Maria to mingle with less 
honorable feelings.

"OK, Lauren and Emma will share room 4. Jamie, you can have room 7 on 
the other side of the house. Come on, follow me!" she said, eyes 
flashing as she strode off down the corridor and up the stairs. Lauren 
watched as she easily doubled up to the top, waiting for her guests. 
The rooms were furnished with twin beds, a dressing table with drawers, 
plus a small bathroom that overlooked the back garden. Jamie's room 
also had two beds, similar furniture, bathroom and lack of luxuries.

Their downstairs tour included the lounge, a large yet dark room with a 
single pink sofa, two or three old red chairs and very European floral 
wallpaper. The room smelt as though the windows hadn't been opened for 
years. Lauren noticed the old rotary phone in the corner with delight. 
There was one other bathroom, close to Lauren's room. It was by far the 
most modern, with a whirlpool, separate shower and rich carpeting on 
the floor. The kitchen was light and bright, with large pots, pans and 
utensils hanging from huge hooks in the ceiling and a beige tiled floor 
and marble worktops. It had clearly been extended to make room for a 
breakfast area that doubled as an airy conservatory. Finally, Maria 
pointed out the door to the basement, remarking that there was little 
down there except storage. As the tour concluded, Lauren realised that 
the house was much larger than she would have thought from outside.

"Breakfast is at eight o'clock," she continued, "lunch at twelve and 
dinner at six. There's a radio in the kitchen along with a phone. There 
is a television, but not good reception except for local channels. 
There's a few videos of my uncles, mostly travel stuff, I think. And 
there are plenty of books in the lounge. In the garden there's an 
exercise barn that my uncle is sort of converting at the moment." She 
paused for questions, and found silence and smiles. "Good! Let's have a 
late lunch, say at two o'clock, that will give you a chance to shower. 
There should be some clothes in your rooms. See you then!" She turned 
on her heel and swished out of the kitchen.

The girls returned to their room with the suitcase, tipped the contents 
on the nearest bed and surveyed the dismal contents.

"This means we've only really got what we have on now to wear, you 
know!" said Lauren, looking down at herself. Her face screwed up in 
displeasure. "We'll have to wash everything every night for the next 
day. What a pain!"

"I'm going to shower" announced Emma, peeling her T-Shirt over her 
head. The deep seated surge of pleasure bubbled through Lauren once 
again, her heart responding predictably to the lack of a bra. Emma's 
small breasts were crowned by her sleeping nipples, ready to be 
caressed, tweaked and brought to attention. Lauren averted her gaze 
just before Emma's head emerged from the T- Shirt. Pretending to tidy 
their belongings away, she caught several glimpses of the youngster as 
her jeans dropped to the floor and she sat down on the bed. Pulling her 
legs up alternately, she removed her white socks and threw them on the 
floor. Her small, tight knickers stretched round her slim buttocks and 
looked like they cut almost painfully into the tops of her legs. She 
stood, and Lauren watched her buttocks twitch as she strolled into the 
bathroom.

"Hey, I found my washing things!" shouted Lauren happily.

"Good, any soap?" Emma turned to her from the doorway and slipped her 
thumbs into the waistband of her knickers. She stopped, waiting for a 
reply.

"Yep. Hairbrush, plasters, toothpaste and toothbrush. Scissors, comb, 
antiseptic cream and other bits."

"Glad I didn't have to carry all that!" she quipped, pushing her 
knickers down over her knees. She slipped her toes into them and 
flicked them up, catching them cleanly. Lauren saw the traces of pubic 
hair that had grown once again, just below the temptation of her 
breasts and flatness of her belly. Emma sat on the toilet and chatted 
away as she relieved herself. Lauren was torn between wandering into 
the room to talk to her as she washed and simply waiting, letting what 
was sure to happen at a more leisurely pace. Given that they had lunch 
in less than forty-five minutes, and the sudden realisation that they 
would be in the same room for however long it took to contact their 
embassy, Lauren decided that time was on her side, and lay down on the 
bed, chatting to Emma as she stared at the ceiling. Her thoughts of the 
young girl's body tormented her, partially satisfied with brief 
glimpses of her as she stood from the toilet, stretched loudly, bent to 
adjust the shower mat and eventually dried herself both in the bathroom 
and beside the bed.

"Look what I found" said Lauren, opening one of the drawers in the 
dressing table. "Army shirts"

"Hmm, they look big!" said Emma, sitting down, still naked, on the side 
of the bed.

"There's lots. I expect we can borrow one or two. Here's a medium, try 
that on"

Lauren stood and slipped off her own T-Shirt, followed by her bra. Her 
breasts itched from the heat and confinement, and she massaged them 
with as much dignity as she could without being provocative. Emma 
stared. Grabbing a shirt, she undid the buttons and slipped it on, 
pleased that while it was a bit big, it offered clean, cool clothing. 
It also descended mid-thigh, which meant that while they were in the 
bedroom, she could remove her kickers and wash them.

"These are fine, right?" suggested Lauren.

"Yeah!" said Emma, grabbing a shirt. She threw it on the bed and 
finished unashamedly running the towel between her legs. "Nobody at 
home has got these. Perhaps I can get a picture of me in it!"

Lauren slid out of her jeans and knickers, knowing full well that Emma 
was happily staring at her. "Ugh!" she snarled. "Look, the dye has run 
in my jeans, my legs are all blue where we splashed all that water this 
morning!"

Emma touched her thighs as though expecting something sticky. Her 
fingers were inches from Lauren's pussy as the two looked at each 
other. Lauren shook her head gently, smiling as she reached out and 
touched the side of her face.

"Shh! I'm all smelly." But rather than walking towards the shower, her 
willpower briefly lapsed and she pulled the girl's head against her 
stomach, holding her head tight. Emma responded quickly by wrapping her 
arms around her buttocks and legs.

"Oh Lori, I think we're safe for a while." Silence for several seconds 
as Lauren watched her, moving slightly as though she might be crying. 
"Thanks for looking after us!"

"That's OK. Come on, I need to get washed. Stay there and talk to me?"

Lauren wandered into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She really 
wanted to go to the toilet but had no intention of going again in front 
of anyone. She showered slowly, trying hard to get rid of the blue 
stain around the tops of her legs and above her pubic hair. She 
realised that there was a feint band of blue around her stomach from 
the waistband of the jeans and cursed her luck. Obviously it would come 
off with time, but it looked horrible. They chatted as she washed, Emma 
sitting eventually on the toilet lid, babbling happily about their 
journey and their luck. Lauren emerged squeaky clean, dripping onto the 
floor as she toweled herself dry.

She looked at Emma carefully with a strange feeling that she hardly 
knew the girl, much less had been her lover. There was a great deal of 
ground in her mind that would have to be covered before they shared the 
same bed again. Perhaps the war had changed their relationship. It had 
certainly taught Lauren a few things about herself, a fact that she was 
proud to admit. Deciding that there was no point in covering herself 
from another girl, she parted her legs slightly as she dried her pussy 
and the tight crack of her buttocks. Apart from the blue tinge to her 
thighs and stomach, she decided that she still looked reasonable, her 
tan extending from her trim breasts down passed the triangle of dark 
hair over her silky thighs to her toes. Emma certainly seemed to 
approve and barely took her eyes off the soft curves of her figure.

Dressed and clean, the two girls giggled as they emerged into the 
hallway. In their new regulation shirts, without shoes and socks, they 
made their way downstairs in search of food and life.

Maria didn't object to the use of the shirts, and after the first day, 
Jamie joined in, although he continued to wear his jeans as well. The 
phone turned out to be barred from long distance and operator connected 
calls, so Lauren settled down to write to her parents and the Swiss 
Embassy in Venezuela, handing the letters to Maria to put in with the 
military mail the next day.

As she explored their new surroundings, the realisation hit her that 
the house was more secluded than she had originally thought, high in 
the hills with a breathtaking view in almost all directions. They met 
the other couple that Maria had mentioned, a girl and boy from a local 
village of about Emma's age, who were unrelated but both from families 
who were only temporarily resident. Their explanation in a mixture of 
languages was beyond the powers of Jamie and Lauren, but they seemed 
nice enough. They shared a room next to Emma and Lauren, which struck 
her as strange, but she thought it may have been busy when they were 
brought in. She knew they were both thankful for the help, and smiled 
at each other continually as though the best of friends.

Their first day at the house could only be described as relaxing and 
quiet. They were required to share chores like some of the cooking 
duties, cleaning, and expected to keep their rooms clean. Maria flitted 
around, talking on the phone, on the radio from the truck, or hustling 
soldiers who delivered food and other packages to her. Her mood 
softened the more she spoke to Lauren, until at the end of the second 
day, Lauren felt that she really seemed to want to speak to her, to 
almost crave her company.

They spent almost an hour together in the morning after breakfast. 
Lauren initially offered to lend a hand around the house, and Maria 
assigned her some menial duties that included filing, shifting boxes 
from the front door to the kitchen and cleaning. Once she was finished, 
Maria found her in the lounge sitting on the sofa and the two talked 
about anything and everything. Maria told her about her film 
production, an aborted career in public relations and her travels 
around the world. She had been to Switzerland, had fallen in love, 
married and been divorced in the space of four years. On occasions, 
Maria would touch Lauren's arm, adding sincerity to her words, seeking 
reassurance that when she said that men were bastards sometimes, it of 
course didn't include her boyfriend. To Lauren's surprise, she added 
that women were the same to each on occasions as well, which caused 
them both to laugh and read into the words whatever they liked.

Lauren, however, nodded continually, absorbing much of the woman's 
fascinating history, and digesting her rehearsed speech about the 
treacherous government, the brutality of the police state and the cause 
of the Nationalist forces. But Lauren detected, after listening for 
five minutes to Maria, that there were undertones of sincerity, based 
on her upbringing, the poverty surrounding her childhood, and the 
chance she had been offered to make something of her life. Lauren added 
occasional confirmations when prompted, watching the woman's lips as 
she spoke, the soft, dark outline of her hair, and the rise and fall of 
her chest as the drama and passion of her speech gathered to a 
crescendo.

"Lauren, through your upbringing, you've probably never been to bed 
hungry. You didn't have to go out and find food for your family when 
you were seven years old. Or look after your father." Lauren bowed her 
head, embarrassed at her life-style. "The people of this country have 
toiled for too long without their just rewards. Do you know, the top 
two percent of this country own ninety-three percent of the land?"

Lauren shrugged, looking around the room, wishing she could bring 
herself to tell Maria that she too had suffered problems during her 
childhood, and although not money- related, they had been indelibly 
etched in her mind. She could see in Maria's eyes the fire and force of 
the depth of her feelings, and felt the woman's silent accusations of 
leading a pampered, over-fed, guiltless life. Maria rose and swept out 
of the room, leaving Lauren to stare at the open door as her footsteps 
receded.

Just after lunch on the third day, Lauren found Maria and Emma deep in 
conversation in the breakfast area. Clearly the subject was not for her 
ears, because they were huddled close together across the table, but 
Emma emerged from the talks much happier than she had been since their 
arrival.

On two occasions, Maria had caught Lauren puffing up the stairs and 
joked about her fitness level. She suggested that Lauren join her on a 
daily workout of thirty minutes in the barn. Lauren found all manner of 
reasons to fob her off, but secretly visited the barn to see for 
herself what might be required. After all, if she was to be holed up 
for any length of time, any diversion from a daily diet of Spanish 
cartoons, unintelligible news and eating might be very welcome.

The barn was larger than a double garage but still small enough to feel 
at home. The cobbled floor had been covered in places to support 
exercise bikes and weight machines. A ladder led up to the old part of 
the hay loft that hadn't been touched. Windows had been put in to give 
the place more light and magnificent views of the hilly countryside. 
Lauren imagined it would be wonderful in the evening, as long as the 
mosquitoes didn't know about it.

But it was the fourth day that gave Lauren a surprise that disturbed 
her. Shortly after a marathon two hour chat with Maria, in which they 
had discussed the war, men, isolation in the hills and Maria's career 
before the military, Lauren took what had become a regular afternoon 
stroll round the grounds, leaving the others to watch television. She 
crossed the driveway and walked parallel to the low wall that marked 
the edge of the property.

Occasionally, small cars and trucks would pass her. She recognised the 
sound of the army truck approaching from behind and thought little of 
it. But as it passed, she saw a young man sitting in the back, leaning 
casually over the tailgate with a camera in his hands. Instantly, she 
knew him and waved, desperately trying to think where she had seen him. 
What was more surprising was that he waved back, happily to start with 
then his actions slowing to a stop, as though he had been told to sit 
down and behave. For ten minutes after the truck had crested the hill 
she still couldn't remember where she had seen him. Wandering back to 
the house she entered the lounge, absently piecing together glimpses of 
his face, trying to fit it to it's rightful environment.

"What's happening?" she asked, slumping into one of the over-sized red 
chairs. Jamie looked up briefly before telling her of the cease- fire 
and negotiations sponsored by the UN.

"Perhaps we'll see Mum and Dad?" said Emma, suddenly interested in 
politics. UN representatives were surrounded by reporters, reading from 
a letter that seemed to be good news.

"That's it. He's a reporter."

"Do what?" asked Jamie.

"The man I saw. He's a reporter!"

"Oh no, Lauren's had too much sun!" said Emma, still staring at the 
television.

"No, I saw him on the back of a truck just now."

"Yeah, time for your lie down!" added Jamie. "I didn't see a truck" 
said Emma

"Not on the TV, up by the gate!"

"OK, whatever you say." said Jamie, returning to the television. Lauren 
smiled, recalling the episode on the airplane months ago. Hardly the 
right sort of person she thought for war-torn San Falino, but 
definitely someone she trusted at the time. God, the things she had 
told him. And the things that he had guessed absolutely correctly. 
About her and Nikki.

Maria brought her back to her senses as she strode into the room, 
bouncing on the soles of her feet. "OK, who's for a workout. Jamie, how 
are your muscles? Need toning up?"

"Ugh, no, I'm all right, thanks!" he replied, embarrassed by her 
question but still able to respond with lust in his eyes as his gaze 
stopped at the crotch of her lycra shorts. Lauren knew there was 
nothing of her shape to be seen, but she had a wonderful figure that 
shouted for attention and could forgive Jamie for being mesmerised.

"Emma, what about you?"

"No, thanks though" replied Emma without sincerity.

"Lauren?"

"I've got nothing to wear except this shirt, though."

"Yeah, but we've got seventeen boxes of those in the garage. A mistake 
by one of those I rescued in filling out an order form. Lovely girl, 
though. Lovely."

"OK, but nothing strenuous."

"Good for you, come on! Go and get a clean one for later" she said, 
wheeling round and marching out of the door. Emma and Jamie giggled at 
Lauren as she pretended to be in pain getting out of the chair. She 
collected a spare shirt and towel and made her way across the grass to 
the old barn.

The heavy black door was ajar, and from beyond came the swishing of one 
of the exercise bikes. Maria sat contentedly, headphones over her ears, 
staring out the window as she peddled at a regular, brisk pace. She 
seemed to be humming along with the music, and oblivious to Lauren's 
arrival. The smell of hay from the loft caught her memories, whisking 
her back almost ten years to a holiday she had spent with her parents 
on a farm in northern Italy. Feeding the horses had been the best part, 
plus playing with her brother in the barn, tumbling in the hay, hiding 
from grown-ups while handfuls of hay stuck in her clothing. The smell 
of youthful innocence and heady summer school holidays.

Lauren smiled, walking over the cobbled floor into her field of view. 
"Here I am. I feel tired just watching you."

"Ha ha. Take this one next to me. Just sit up and put your feet on the 
pedals. Here, I'll set it at 'easy'. Keep the speedo showing ten miles 
an hour and you'll be fine." As she adjusted her feet on the pedals she 
caught sight of the wonderful gap between the top of Maria's thighs, 
and the almost certain shape of her pussy, hugged by the tight lycra. A 
surge of pleasure fled from her pussy through her body as she 
registered a matching lycra top with a broad crimson flash across her 
breasts, a short sleeved and healthy-looking suit in comparison with 
Lauren's army issue clothing. She breathed deeply and began to pedal, 
smiling and giggling with Maria as she too made a swishing noise. 
"That's it, see, it's easy. Take your time!" Maria stood watching for a 
while, earnestly taking in Lauren's physique. "OK, stop for a moment. 
These are the muscles that you want to develop" she said, slapping the 
back of her own calves. "Every time you push down, the muscle is used, 
so put your effort into those down-strokes. These don't have toe-caps, 
otherwise you could do the other leg muscles as well."

Lauren experimented, looking at Maria for encouragement. A smile 
suggested that she was doing reasonably well. Maria moved closer, and 
knelt beside her, taking her calve in both hands.

"Good, that's getting a lot of attention." Her hands moved over her 
knee and gripped around her thigh. "Keep going!" Lauren felt her 
stomach rippling with the unexpected attention. Rapidly, she retraced 
the conversations and encounters that she had had with Maria. Mentally 
marking them out of ten she decided that there was a good chance that 
Maria was making advances to her, especially after their discussion 
about men, loneliness and relationships the other day. Lauren suddenly 
realised that she had been slow to interpret the conversation as 
anything other than gossip between girls. She looked back at the door, 
and then out of the window.

"How does it feel?" asked Maria.

"Wow, I'm puffed."

"I'll tell you what, that shirt is in your way, right?"

"Mmm"

"So, tie it up at your waist. You've got knickers on, right?"

"I've got my only knickers on!"

"Oh yeah, I remember. Keep going!" They laughed as Maria pulled the 
shirt tails from under her bottom and slowly pulled the material 
together. Maria's hands pushed the shirt against her breasts as she 
oragnised it to look the best. She stood back to admire her work before 
tying a huge knot in the shirt. The cool breeze from the bike and 
Maria's delicate fingers over her stomach made her pussy twitch with 
delight. "There, how does that feel?"

"Much better"

"Good, you've got wonderful legs, so brown! And your stomach!" she 
said, running her hand across her navel, brushing the waistband of her 
knickers, "It' so flat, great muscles, ready for toning up I think."

"That's better, this peddaling is making me hot."

"Me too, I think I'll join you, it's too warm to wear trousers for 
exercise." Maria slid the sheer material down her legs, just over her 
knees before turning, catching Lauren's stare. "You don't mind, do 
you?" she asked, hitching up her black knickers.

"No, of course not!"

"You're so sweet. I didn't think you would." she replied, sliding them 
off her feet and turning towards Lauren as she folded them onto a 
chair. She mounted the bike again and started pedaling, this time 
without her headphones. Lauren knew it was decision time, or she may 
even be past that point already. The invitation was there, she was 
sure. On the plus side she could list a hundred reasons to develop a 
relationship. Security and sanctuary in a war-torn land; the woman is 
beautiful, healthy; she has a beautiful smile; Maria seems to genuinely 
like her; she was bored, lonely, had little to do but wait; she might 
never see Maria again. Then it struck her that Maria might even try and 
seduce Emma. After all, they had been talking like a pair of 
conspirators back in the conservatory that day. They were both over 
eighteen; her parents would never know. She needed satisfaction from 
someone, not Emma, someone older.

On the minus side was the effect it might have on Emma and Jamie. Her 
mind drifted, calculating the words she would use to explain it to the 
children. Words came and rattled around in her head, taking up enough 
time to allow Lauren to convince herself that she had explored every 
aspect of it.

Maria stopped after about five minutes, slipped a video into the player 
and started cycling again. A wonderful panoramic shot from a mountain 
filled the screen before the camera soared down the valley, following a 
winding river. Shots of dense jungle, ravines, pure, still water lakes 
and huge trees captivated her as she maintained her pedaling. She was 
so wrapped up in the film that it was a shock when Maria announced that 
she had done fifteen miles, and should stop.

"Try getting down and walk around a little. Whatever you do, don't stop 
moving those muscles. Walk around the room for at least a minute"

Lauren stepped down, feeling woozy and giddy from the exertion. She 
steadied herself with her hands, walking up and down until she felt her 
legs react properly. Even so, the feeling of light-headedness and well-
being prevailed.

"Good?" asked Maria.

"Great, but I'll ache in the morning."

"That's when you come back for more. Lay down on the floor for a while, 
and I'll massage your legs for you." The idea appealed to Lauren as she 
dropped to her knees and stretched out on her stomach. She felt Maria 
sit beside as her as she turned her head away and closed her eyes. The 
girl's hands gripped her neck and squeezed slowly, firmly, soothing 
away her aches under their special touch. Moving to her shoulders, she 
felt her kneading the tension, pushing in the direction of her neck, 
slowly but firmly. Lauren murmured her appreciation, gently squeezing 
her mound against the cobbled floor, gently to conceal her intent , 
consoling her pussy and promising it attention in the near future.

The hands moved over her bunched up shirt, pushing the material up even 
further from her waist, relaxing her back, traveling lower and lower 
towards her buttocks. Briefly, Maria massaged her buttocks before 
shifting her position and sliding down towards Lauren's feet. She 
picked up her left foot and rubbed the calf muscle, moving gently to 
her thigh. Pressure on the inside of Lauren's leg caused her to move 
her leg outwards a couple of inches. Her tight buttocks parted to 
reveal the soft skin where her knickers met her inner thighs, the 
indentation of her pussy and the translucent patch marking the entrance 
to her aroused sex.

Maria continued to stroke her thighs, fingertips teasing up and down, 
alternating between thighs as Lauren's bottom rose very slowly in the 
air. She lay back down on the floor, grinding her pussy against the 
stone in an obvious circular pattern, pulling her knickers tighter 
between her pussy lips. Maria leaned over her and briefly kissed the 
top of her thighs.

Stay there, I'll go get the refreshments." Lauren lifted her head 
sleepily and watched the girl's bottom as she slipped through the door, 
her long legs firm and the patch of light between her thighs more 
inviting than ever. She smiled as with only knickers covering her 
bottom, she strode across towards the house.

Lauren sat up. The room was hot, and could have benefited from a fan. A 
few books lined the walls, and straw from the loft lay on the floor in 
places. Cheap carpet had been used in places, and a long mirror on one 
wall had been placed to give the sense of depth. It worked to some 
extent, and Lauren moved slowly, watching herself, turning in profile 
to see the shape of her breasts. She was pleased that she had stayed 
relatively cool; she pushed her fingers down her knickers and brought 
them up to her nose. Satisfied, she pulled the gusset away from her 
pussy, feeling more comfortable as it emerged from between her labia 
and buttocks. She heard Maria approaching. Once again, she mentally 
weighed the issues at stake. If the analysis that took place in her 
mind had been conducted in real life, there would have been a public 
outcry.

"Hey, I found some wine in the fridge. Californian. Hold this bag and 
follow me!"

Lauren looked at her with a smile, wondering where they could possibly 
go. With a chuckle, Maria climbed the ladder to the hay loft, taking 
the glasses and wine bottle with her. Lauren looked up, seeing now the 
unmistakable cleft of her labia and the strong, fit shape of her legs. 
Perfume mingled with the heady smell of the hay. Lauren handed her the 
bag and climbed up after her. As she scrunched down into the hay Maria 
pulled up the ladder with a rope and secured it.

"There, now we can relax. You can see for miles up here, but nobody can 
see you, not even from the road." Lauren lay back against a bale of 
hay, arranging herself so that the coarse strands didn't poke into her 
buttocks. It was hot up in the loft, and the sun spilled through the 
door, making her dozy again. Maria sat next to her cross-legged, 
tugging the cork from the wine with a flourish and pouring out two 
glassfuls.

"Here's to victory"

"Victory!" smiled Lauren, sipping noisily. "Mmm, that's lovely" she 
commented, lounging back, closing her eyes as she soaked up the sun. 
They chatted, exploring topics of mutual interest until Maria brought 
up the subject of the children.

"What about school, though?"

"We had this man called Quintero who was hopeless. He became involved 
in the war although I don't know which side he was on. We haven't seen 
him for weeks, although I think Jamie's mother still pays his bills. I 
taught them a few things, where he left off, but it's not easy."

"Like what?"

"Mmm?"

"What did you teach them?"

"Oh, I don't know. Bits of mathematics, some English."

"I bet the main thing they need is your support and love if their 
parents are away."

"I don't know. Emma maybe. Jamie is reasonably independent. Sometimes 
he needs help, and at other times he shuns it." "He likes you. He's a 
young sixteen year old, his hormones are working overtime at the 
moment. I bet you a million dollars that you're a subject of his 
masturbatory fantasies."

"Rubbish!" laughed Lauren.

"Why not? It must be wonderful to have a beautiful girl walking around 
the house only wearing a bikini."

"I'm not beautiful, I'm just plain old me" said Lauren, looking down at 
her lap.

"Rubbish, you have a wonderful figure..."

"Not like you, though" said Lauren, gazing at her chest. They fell 
silent for a while, sipping slowly until Maria refilled their glasses.

"What about Emma. She's an absolute delight."

"She's so pretty, so beautiful." Lauren trailed off, her memories 
allowing her a smile. "But that seems to be a disadvantage. None of the 
boys dare go near her for fear of rejection. So she's never really 
talked to boys so she's having a hard time watching other people her 
age with boyfriends."

"She thinks the world of you."

Lauren smiled, wondering what else they had discussed. "What about you, 
any boyfriends?" she asked, quickly changing the subject.

"I told you, only one who's serving in the north."

"Oh yes, sorry. I bet you miss him"

"Yup." replied Maria. Once again, silence, until, to Lauren's 
amazement, she heard Maria sniffing.

"What's up?"

"I miss him, I worry about him every day" she said, wiping her nose on 
her hand.

Lauren reached out and pulled her closer, putting her arm round her 
neck. "Hey, I'm sure he'll be fine. After all, air force supplies 
administration can't be very near the front line."

"You were listening, then." said Maria, apparently pleased that Lauren 
remembered their conversation.

"Yeah, it all goes in and stays there. Just takes time to get it back 
out." she replied, smiling and pulling Maria closer. She felt her 
chuckle and looked down at the curled up shape of the girl. The lycra 
was stretched taught over her shoulders, leaving a bare band between 
the end of the zip and knickers. Long brown legs curled up in the hay, 
dappled by the sun. They were about the same colour as her own. She 
jumped slightly as she felt the cool base of Maria's wineglass come to 
rest on her thigh. Her heart beat wildly as she took stock of their 
position, cuddled up together in the hay, warm from exercise and the 
sun, mellowed by the wine. A surge in her stomach confirmed her needs. 
Leaning down, she brushed her cheek against Maria's head, lightly at 
first, then harder to confirm that it was no accident. The wine glass 
moved, slowly tracing a pattern on her thigh.


Chapter 48

Lauren exhaled, signaling acceptance of the invitation. Maria snuggled 
deeper against her chest, her cheek rubbing against Lauren's nipple. As 
if on cue, they both drained their glasses and placed them near the 
ladder. She caressed the side of Maria's head, feeling the long, 
straight hair between her fingers, playing with it, twirling it around 
and noting the smoothness of each strand. She felt fingers traversing 
her stomach, moving from her thigh, over her hip and up towards her 
breasts, never quite touching her before making the long trek back down 
again. Thoroughly relaxed, Lauren shifted slightly so that more of 
their bodies were in contact. Maria took advantage and slipped her left 
leg over Lauren's. The sun blazed down and both girls knew there was no 
rush.

Lauren was happy, bubbling inside with excitement and anticipation. A 
new conquest, albeit easy, another human to explore, to understand, to 
please. Lauren's senses seemed alive, listening, waiting for input and 
instruction. The silky feeling of their legs contrasted to the prickly 
hay in an wonderful way, and Lauren almost squealed in delight as she 
felt Maria's thin fingers testing the knot in her shirt. Her thumb 
pushed underneath the bunched up material, smooth and firm against the 
base of her breast. Lauren leaned down slowly, brushing a kiss in her 
hair. She wanted her lips dearly, wanted to taste them and feel that 
clean sensitive embrace that she had only found from a girl. The 
sensation of purity and understanding that she knew would put her on 
the path to total joy and satisfaction. Maria now had two fingers 
underneath her shirt and had bypassed the knot. With a fluid movement 
that suprised even Lauren, she turned Maria almost onto her back and 
cupped her cheek, caressing her, suggesting the embrace.

Maria looked up, keeping her fingers in motion, still brushing her 
breast, and looked longingly into her eyes. Lauren's heart raced, 
melting with the doe-like look of the girl, her lips very slightly 
parted, her straight black hair framing her beautiful round face as it 
fell over her shoulders and breasts. Lauren's eyes slowly closed as she 
brought her lips towards Maria, feeling the warmth of her skin and the 
rush of her breath before they touched. A final sigh from Maria 
whispered through the loft as their lips touched, sending a wave of 
pleasure through Lauren as she once again tasted the fruits of 
indulgence. A tongue flicked at her lips, warm, sensuous, expert. 
Lauren brought up her leg, acknowledging the demands of her pussy, 
signaling the next step.

Lauren reached down and stroked the girl's face, slipping down her neck 
as their embrace became stronger. She ran her middle finger down, 
tracing the outline of the edge of Maria's breast, using three fingers 
as she rounded the underside, and her thumb as she sought the nipple. 
Soft moans from Maria encouraged, maddened her as Maria still struggled 
with the knot in her shirt.

"Let me" she whispered, reaching down and pulling hard, leaving the 
knot almost undone. Maria flicked at the buttons, opening her shirt 
steadily until the two halves fell aside.

"Oh God, Lauren, you're absolutely beautiful!" breathed Maria, licking 
gently at her neck as her tongue made it's way lower, teasing between 
her firm orbs until she found a nipple. "Beautiful"

Groaning at her touch, Lauren reached down and pulled the back of her 
lycra top up towards her shoulders. With Maria's arms stretched 
upwards, Lauren pulled it over her head and dropped it beside their 
glasses. Maria's breasts were big, but not out of proportion, Her 
nipples were also larger than Lauren's, possibly because they were 
standing out proud, waiting for Lauren's thumb and finger. She was 
tanned all over and Lauren greedily found her lips again, kissing her 
deeply now as they both caressed each other. With passion mounting 
slowly, Lauren slid back down into the hay and introduced her leg 
between Maria's thighs, pushing up against her pussy. She reveled in 
the feeling as Maria returned the contact, moving slowly back and forth 
against her thigh.

Their tongues dueled, flicking deep along each other's teeth, breasts 
molding together. Lauren sat up slightly, breaking the embrace, and 
kissed from her mouth, along her cheek, over her ear, moving lower in 
tiny pecks of her lips over the girl's neck. Maria pulled her tight, 
moaning as the tongue descended, flicking at her nipples and suckling 
her breasts. Lauren pushed her arm under Maria's back and pulled her up 
off the hay, arching her back. Slipping her knees underneath the girl, 
Lauren provided support while her kisses found the muscular stomach and 
her right hand slowly disappeared between the girl's clamped thighs. 
She moved her hand higher between her thighs, and was pleased to feel 
the wetness that had seeped through her knickers as her wrist touched 
home.

Maria's moans grew louder as she parted her legs slightly, allowing 
Lauren greater access to her pussy and the delights beyond. Lauren 
shifted once again, lying alongside the girl, her head resting gently 
on her thighs. She licked slowly, pecking occasionally as she worked 
her way closer to her sex, announcing her intention to bring her tongue 
to bear on her sweet mound. Once again, the heat from the girl caused 
her own pussy to tremble. She laid her right leg flat on the hay and 
bent her left leg at the knee, opening herself up to the attention of 
Maria's tongue. Lauren could see the tiny black hairs that had pushed 
their way underneath her knickers and the sweet bulge of her labia that 
rose gently from her pubic mound. Her heart thumped at the sight as she 
felt a deep release of whatever chemical was responsible for 
heightening her arousal. Her tongue traced the edge of her knickers, 
teasing underneath the elastic, probing her lips and tasting the sweet 
juice of her hot pussy. Lauren realised how much she had missed the 
taste, the delightful way it always coated her tongue, covered her 
fingers and managed to smear all over her face. The thickness of Emma 
had been an incredible moment, her sweet taste heightened by the 
knowledge that she was so young, almost innocent and a radiant beauty 
who reciprocated willingly.

Lauren slipped her hand under Maria's bottom and tugged at her 
knickers, releasing some of the taut material so that her tongue 
slipped underneath more easily. She lapped over her lips, probing her 
labia with lust, pushing at the small folds of skin that concealed the 
very center of her sex. Maria groaned continually, pulling at Lauren's 
bottom, almost dragging her towards her mouth. Lauren felt the girl's 
breath over her mound, then her lips resting over her pussy. Maria 
continued to caress her breasts, tweaking her nipple and sending 
ripples through both of them.

"Wait!" whispered Maria breathlessly, sliding round. Lauren wondered if 
she had somehow hurt her or done something wrong as she felt herself 
pulled back against the hay. "Sit up." she said, arranging Lauren so 
that she looked directly out of the hay loft door with the sun shining 
straight at her. Maria slipped down to her thighs, pushed her head 
between her legs and parted her thighs, allowing the sun to shine 
directly on her pussy. "You have such an adorable pussy, my dear! Feel 
it warming up? "

Lauren closed her eyes, sinking slightly in the hay so that the sun had 
an even better chance of warming her. "Mmm, so warm, and cozy." 
murmured Lauren. Maria flicked at her with her tongue, slowly and 
carefully, as she pushed further underneath the elastic of Lauren's 
knickers. Her thighs trembled with expectation as she leaned back as 
far as possible, bringing her pussy up as high as she could in order to 
offer herself to Maria. Just as she was about to cry out from pent up 
desire she felt fingers delving underneath her buttocks to grip the 
material, pulling hard without a care, tugging down to expose the soft 
curls of her pubic mound. Immediately, Maria dived onto the revealed 
patch, twirling her tongue and fingers in celebration as she neared the 
hidden clitoris and beginning of the widening valley of her vagina. 
With the extra freedom, the girl's tongue slipped under the gusset, 
delicately coursing along her lips, trembling slightly, flicking in and 
out as Maria tasted the sweet honey pot of her desire. For several 
minutes, she licked luxuriously along the length of her labia, pulling 
her knickers further down her thighs until they reached her ankles. 
Maria pulled Lauren's feet back towards her head, opening her 
completely to her tongue and displaying the small brown opening of her 
anus to the world. Leaning on her legs, she pushed her tongue 
feverishly between Lauren's liquid lips, seeking out the walls of her 
vagina with her darting tongue as her fingers massaged the hole 
beneath. Lauren knew for certain now that orgasm was fast approaching, 
and, seemingly unable to control her groans and irregular breathing, 
she grabbed her breasts between her hands and squeezed the pleasure out 
of them.

"Can you see?" asked Maria. "Can you see my tongue flicking at your 
clit, disappearing into your pussy?" Lauren was stunned at her 
language, and just about managed a 'yes' in response before Maria once 
again licked up one side of her pussy and down the other, pausing 
briefly to part her labia and flick at the hood of her clitoris. 
"Watch, see my tongue as it goes in? It comes out again with your love 
all over it. You taste so good!" Lauren did indeed see much of what was 
happening, in between the involuntary fluttering of her eyelids and 
trembling of her legs. Orgasm was well over the horizon and approaching 
rapidly. The flicking of her tongue increased in pace as her fingers 
parted her labia, allowing her greater depth and exploration of the 
walls of her vagina. Lauren was shaking, delighted in how deep Maria 
seemed to be able to penetrate.

Lauren felt the stiff tongue being replaced with a finger as Maria 
brought her attention back to Lauren's clitoris. With wet firmness, the 
tongue probed around her hood, coaxing the tiny button out to receive 
the full attention that she needed. Lauren groaned as the pleasure 
level increased yet again and grabbed her buttocks, spreading herself 
and exposing her anus to fresh air and the probing of her own finger.

"Oh yes, now! Please let me come, please! begged Lauren, shaking 
visibly as Maria sucked gently on her. Slowly, Lauren pushed her middle 
finger into her anus, no more than half an inch, but enough to give her 
another dimension of erotic stimulus. Maria curled her tongue around 
her clitoris, alternately sucking and licking as she expertly brought 
Lauren to the brink of orgasm. "Please, for God's sake!" she cried as 
she felt the peak drifting away. Maria grabbed her knickers, already 
stretched between her ankles, and pulled them roughly towards her, 
spreading Lauren wide open, ready for the final assault. Straddling 
her, Maria leaned over to place her mouth over Lauren's clitoris, 
pushing her legs down so that her knees sunk into her chest and her 
knickers were stretched tight. Taking the tiny nubbin between her lips, 
she flicked rapidly, sucking and trembling, bringing Lauren shooting up 
from a quiet bubbling of pleasure to hurtle over the top, soaring into 
orgasm and the white beyond. She shook under Maria as the wave carried 
her off, and gripped the older girl's buttocks to try and prevent 
herself from falling out of the loft. She shook continually, groaning 
silently as Maria slowed her pace to one of gentle caress, and as 
Lauren pulled her closer to her body she heard the ripping of material 
and felt Maria fall deeper between her legs, her nose pushing between 
her pussy lips to ripple on her orgasm for what felt like the rest of 
the afternoon.

As they disentangled, she felt herself kissing Maria seductively, 
stretching over the ledge of the loft, thanking her as the sun bathed 
their bodies once again. Together, they caressed, calming down from 
their passionate peak to simply converse through touch. Lauren explored 
her breasts, toying with the nipples, discovering her sensitivities, 
her firmness and the way she tensed and purred when her ears were 
kissed. After the last of the wine, they stared silently out at the mid 
afternoon. Lauren slipped her hand around Maria's buttocks and pushed 
her knickers down her thighs, watching as they shifted to her ankles 
and were discarded with her own rags. She glimpsed at her pubic mound, 
glorious as it proudly stood between her thighs, hair neatly trimmed 
short and tidy, with the hint of the wetness beyond. Without a care in 
the world, the two girls entwined, caressed, embraced and slept.

Lauren awoke thirsty, a dry taste in her mouth and hay sticking into 
her bottom. She looked down and watched as Maria stirred quietly next 
to her. She indeed did have an impressive body. Lean, firm muscled 
limbs without a spare ounce of fat. A strong, healthy stomach and 
rounded breasts. Her legs concealed her pussy, but Lauren allowed her 
imagination to fill in the missing parts until stirrings below 
suggested she should stop. She reached over and shook the hay from the 
remains of her knickers. They were simply a piece of material now, with 
the waistband ripped. She might be able to mend them but they would be 
uncomfortable. Shrugging she tossed them aside and returned her 
thoughts to Maria.

She woke her with a kiss on the forehead, pleased that she cuddled into 
her as her dream faded. "Hey, it's me!" said Lauren, running her 
fingers over her stomach. "We must have fallen asleep. Maria sat up, 
blinking in the bright sunlight. She curled her legs around her bottom, 
hiding her vagina and a little embarrassed at her nudity. Lauren 
fluttered inside at the thought of further love-making, reached out and 
pulled the girl towards her. She shifted slowly, placing a leg either 
side of Lauren's so that their knees were together as they faced each 
other. Lauren looked down between her cleavage at the tight mat of 
hair, then back up as Maria planted the sweetest of kisses on her lips.

"I have to do some work this afternoon, or what's left of it" said 
Maria.

"Work?" asked Lauren, surprised that their session was to be 
terminated.

"Hey, don't forget you've got to exercise every day. Let's not wear you 
out, eh?"

They smiled, Lauren understanding that there was no rush. It was just 
the same the first time Nikki had made love to her. Lauren had been 
shocked by Nikki's skill in loving, her knowledge (or sense) of how 
Lauren felt, and by the way she had resisted advances after Lauren had 
finally settled from her orgasm. It had been many days later - but the 
first opportunity - when they had been alone again that Lauren could 
return the compliment.

She pulled the shirt on and buttoned it casually at the front, making 
sure it dropped down her thighs to cover the lack of knickers from 
prying eyes. Maria dressed too, slipping on her top and black knickers. 
She stooped to pick up the bottle and white bag before lowering the 
ladder.

"What was in the bag?"

"Food. Just in case were got stranded up here all night!"

"Perhaps we might one day!"

"We'll have to engineer something!" she grinned as she descended. 
Without shame, Maria peered up as Lauren came down, watching her strong 
brown thighs and the dark hint of her pussy beneath the shirt. She 
caught her in her arms and kissed her quickly on the lips. "Hey, you've 
got straw everywhere!" she said, running her fingers through Lauren's 
hair. They turned as she finished, looking back at the exercise bikes, 
and smiled at each other.

 Chapter 49

Lauren side-stepped a difficult conversation with Emma with white lies 
and an unusually creative mind. She had been sitting cross- legged on 
her bed, wearing only her regulation shirt when Emma walked in, sat on 
the opposite bed and stared at her.

"What'cha doin?"

"Mending my knickers. My only pair of goddamn knickers"

"What happened?"

"I caught them in the door catch. Stupid, eh?" Actually, brilliant. 
Perhaps next time, though, she should prepare an excuse in advance.

"Hmm. I gave up wearing mine. Saves washing them every night, right?"

"But Emma, that's not very hygienic." The little girl sniffed, eyes 
fixed between the sewing and darkness beneath Lauren's shirt. Lauren 
looked up at her. "Got a cold?"

"Not sure. I'm just a bit shivery. And I had a sore throat this 
morning, but it's better now."

"Put some clothes on then!" she said, mimicking her own mother almost 
perfectly. 'What do you expect, stupid girl' she would have said. 
'You're half dressed!' Lauren smiled before biting the thread and 
inspecting her work.

Another day passed before Lauren remembered that they had not had their 
passports returned. In fact, Lauren felt during those twenty-four hours 
as though she was floating, seemingly deaf to all conversation, purring 
like a cat staring at a lake of cream. Maria promised to phone her 
headquarters and spur them into progress, agreeing that their documents 
had indeed been missing for far too long.

Their daily schedule varied only slightly, principally because, 
although remote, the military regime of the army still controlled much 
of Maria's existence. They settled down to a diet of three meals 
interspersed with television, went to bed early and rose just in time 
for breakfast. Lauren thought almost continually of their house in 
Boquette, and of course of her parents. But the important parts of her 
life seemed to have crossed the Atlantic with her, and she had trouble 
even visualising her mother and father, a strange sensation.

After lunch, Emma (now with a raging cold, shivers and aches) and Jamie 
(a good fifteen feet away at all times) drifted into the lounge and 
fell into armchairs, joining Lauren, who had taken poll position and 
was slumped along the length of the old sofa.

She watched Maria crossing the garden outside, her hair once again tied 
tightly under her beret, her uniform clean and sharply pressed. She 
strode with purpose, crunching over the gravel path before opening the 
heavy front door. It caught Lauren's attention only because it was 
something that moved that didn't emanate from the television screen, 
and her pussy murmured in remembrance of their love-making. Lauren 
rolled onto her stomach, grinning inwardly as she waited expectantly 
for Maria to enter the lounge.

"Jamie, I need your help with the truck, can you spare me ten minutes?" 
she asked, turning to leave even before the last words had floated into 
the room. Lauren listened with pleasure, watching her lips moving, 
entranced by the flash of her tongue and the half smile as she closed 
her eyes before turning away. Her movements were lithe, cat-like, 
perfectly in tune with the suppleness of her body.

Jamie rose awkwardly, looking at Emma and Lauren as he walked self-
consciously across the room. He closed the door noisily behind him, a 
muffled 'sorry' percolating through to the girls. Lauren looked 
enquiringly at Emma but received nothing in return. Innocence and the 
lack of a suspicious mind were endearing qualities, she thought. Emma 
curled her legs up underneath her bottom and returned her attention to 
the television, sniffing and wiping her nose with the back of her hand. 
Lauren wondered to herself, playing out the possible scenarios that 
might be unfolding as she lay there.

He trotted to catch up with Maria as they crossed the driveway. The 
truck was parked off the road on a small patch of gravel that was 
sometimes used as a passing place.

"We should change all the plugs today. Maintenance book says so. Every 
six months."

"Have you got the tools, then?" he asked, hoping that a few intelligent 
questions would reveal his depth of knowledge about motors and man's 
toys. He watched her as she swung up into the cab, her army trousers 
tight around her thighs as she stretched across the front seat for the 
instruction manual. Passing it down to him, she silently reached back 
for the tools and slid back to the ground. He noticed now how her 
blouse was open at the neck. He knew she hadn't been wearing a tie, but 
hadn't realised how far down her shirt he could see. She kneeled on the 
gravel with the book in front of her, giving him a healthy view of her 
bra and the tight breasts contained within. Jamie felt dizzy. Never 
before had he been offered such a sight. She moved again and he 
diverted his attention to the book, slowly allowing his eyes to wander 
from the text, over her arm and again down into that warm, inviting 
sanctuary beneath her blouse. A dark spot was just visible. Jamie 
guessed it may be her nipple, but had no idea where they would be in 
relation to her bra. She looked up irritably.

"What?" he asked.

"I said, 'Please hand me a plug spanner and an extention bar'" said 
Maria, bouncing upright. She fumbled under the bonnet and heaved the 
lid up, placing the support in the socket and testing it's safety. Once 
again, she leaned over, diving into the engine and allowing Jamie a 
view of the top of her breasts. For the sake of his heart rate, he 
pulled back, studying how the outline of her bra pushed against her 
blouse, showing the shoulder straps and the thin strap across the back, 
with the central clasp.

Slowly, but not too slowly of course, they changed out the spark plugs. 
The engine was mounted laterally which made it easy both to get at the 
plugs, and with one each side, for Jamie to stare down her front. He 
leaned against the side of the truck, stretching nosily as he guided 
the spanner, all the time rubbing his swollen cock against the warm 
metal of the vehicle. Occasionally, he looked up, fascinated by the 
sight of the woman's face, framed by her hair and beret, tiny beads of 
sweat gathering over her forehead and on her top lip. Grease marks had 
appeared where she had wiped herself. She looked so sexy, but he 
reminded himself that this wasn't a young girl. She was really old. 
Twenty five, maybe even older.

"This one's a bastard!" she said, grunting as she strained to remove 
the one furthest from the front of the vehicle. "Tell you what, come 
round here and let's both give it a go." Jamie stood beside her, 
cautious to remain a respectable distance from her. "Here, put your 
hand here, and I'll hold this bit. When I say so, pull, OK?"

He took up his position, standing awkwardly. She was closest to the 
engine, and he had to stand to one side, but pressed against her back. 
He could smell the mixture of oil, sweat and perfume as he took the 
strain.

"OK, pull!" Despite much noise and straining, the plug failed to turn. 
"Shit. Get right behind me, we'll both pull from the end of this stupid 
spanner. Ready?"

Jamie's embarrassment intensified. His stiff cock pushed against the 
zipper of his trousers, directly into the small of her back. He felt 
sure she must have noticed but thankfully made no comment.

"It's going. Careful now!" Her warning came too late as the spanner 
slipped and they both tumbled from the engine compartment to the 
ground.

Jamie nursed the back of his hand and the graze he had received from 
the bonnet lid. "Oh shit, are you OK?" she asked, inspecting the 
damage.

"Hmm, I'm OK." he said crossly. Blood oozed from between his fingers.

"We're done. Let's get you seen to. Follow me, we have a first aid kit 
in the laundry room." She zoomed off towards the house. The laundry 
room was surprisingly large, and he wondered why he hadn't known about 
it before. Probably because he had no reason to do any clothes washing.

"Sit here and I'll take a look." She curled her lip theatrically, 
pretending to faint as she peeled his hand away from the wound. She 
flashed him a smile, looked down and pronounced he would live. Her eyes 
were round, bright, her skin smooth and tempting. Greasy finger marks 
disappeared beyond the hair line. His gaze further down was rewarded 
once again. As she prodded at the cuts, he peered beyond the parted 
shirt, drinking in the sight of her firm breasts. Just as he felt his 
cock returning to it's seemingly permanent erection, she doused his 
hand and arm with cold water. Various ointments followed before she 
pressed a gauze pad against his hand and told him to hold still. "Give 
me you shirt"

"Uh?"

"Shirt. It's covered in blood. Give it to me and I'll get it washed. 
There's are other's upstairs, right?"

He undid the buttons carefully, trying to keep the pad on the wound. 
She slipped it off his shoulders and tossed it into the washing 
machine. To his amazement, she too flipped the buttons of her shirt, 
tugged it out from her waistband and threw it into the wash. To his 
utter dismay, his mouth dropped open as she turned.

"You'd got blood on mine as well! Come on, I've got some clean clothes 
upstairs. This way!"

Jeeze, thought Jamie, doesn't she ever slow down? Trotting behind her, 
they weaved through the back of the house, up a single step and into a 
large bedroom. A large bed occupied the corner from the door, it pale 
green cover decidedly out of keeping with the bright pink walls. A door 
led off on the right, presumably to a bathroom. She had a television, 
video player and an enormous collection of video tapes. Some were 
commercially boxed, while others were simply numbered. A kettle on her 
desk, with pictures of smiling people gave a homely feel.

"My room. Want a beer?" she asked, motioning him to the sofa.

"Er, yes, that would be great." In reality, Jamie knew it wouldn't be 
allright. Firstly, he found the taste of beer so bitter that it made 
him shudder. Wine was more acceptable to his palette. Secondly, he 
would want to go to the toilet. Five times at least, which might make 
Maria think he found the toilet more interesting than her. Or that he 
had a weak bladder. Thirdly, if he did want to urinate he couldn't 
because his cock was rock hard and was beginning to ache. But, the urge 
to see more of her won the day, and he took the bottle with a smile and 
tipped it back for a huge, man-sized swig.

"Shit!"

"What's up?"

"It's so fizzy!" he said, wiping his good hand over his trousers.

"Hey, just relax! Lean back, put your feet up, and let's talk." She 
dropped two shirts on the bed, and pulled out a new pair of trousers 
for herself. She slipped her trousers off and went through to the 
bathroom. Jamie heard water running and strained his neck to catch a 
glimpse of her as she washed her face. White knickers, very tight. Good 
legs, but not as nice as Lauren. He rubbed his cock through his 
trousers, now knowing that this may well be the time occasion that he 
would lose his virginity. The episode with Emma couldn't really be 
counted. After all, he still found it surprising to think that Lauren 
had actually gone and found them a condom. He had been convinced that 
she would first hit the roof, then send them to their rooms and call 
their parents. Replaying events for the thousandth time, he still 
couldn't be sure if she had held his cock as he entered his sister, but 
something told him that she had assisted in no small way. He rubbed 
himself again at the thought. Maria returned, toweling her hair. The 
dark shadow of her pubic hair was visible through her knickers.

"Emma and Lauren seem to be good friends, don't they?" she said, 
slipping onto the sofa, slightly nearer to him than before. He thought 
he felt the warmth of her body.

"Hmm. The nanny we had before was ancient!"

"What do you call ancient?" she asked, in mock annoyance.

"About forty"

"And how old do you think I am?" She turned to him, as if giving him 
the chance to do a thorough appraisal before answering.

"I don't know. Honest!" His embarrassment was obvious. She swung her 
legs round with the agility of a teenager and curled them underneath 
her bottom. "Twenty-six" Silence. Jamie knew that to open his mouth 
would mean certain ridicule because he could think of nothing to say. A 
pulse of cum traveled along his cock and emerged into the hot depths of 
his underpants. "It must be great for you to be alone in the house with 
two beautiful girls! All day and all night?"

"Hmm, it's OK." he shrugged. His heart beat heavily, thudding in his 
chest. Desperately, he tried to think of something to ask her, to tell 
her, so that he could turn and face her. "Swimming!" he said, 
swallowing almost half the contents of the beer bottle.

"What about swimming?" she asked, a professional air in her voice.

"They do a lot of swimming. Me too!"

"Bet you go skinny dipping, right?"

"What's that?"

"You know, naked. If there's only you three, it would be a great 
opportunity to swim with nothing on"

"Yeah, I do. The girls do when I'm not there, but they don't know 
I've seen them!"

"Weren't they worried they'd be caught?"

"No, it was early" Maria looked enquiringly. "Five in the morning" He 
swigged his beer again.

"How long did you watch them?"

He shrugged, convinced that Maria knew the damn answer anyway. "Half an 
hour, maybe more. They were swimming, giggling, chasing each other." 
The bottle was empty.

"Naked? At five in the morning?"

"Yeah. Touching. You know." 'Shit', he thought. 'Shit'.

"Hey, I know. I was their age once. We used to check each other out at 
school. Make sure we'd all got the same. Bet that turned you on, eh?"

Jamie smiled sheepishly. His heart raced in time with his throbbing 
cock. He shifted slightly, accepting another beer from Maria which 
appeared from nowhere. They clinked bottles and drank.

"Hey, it's OK to get turned on. At your age your body's very busy, 
developing, testing, growing." She paused, staring down at his bulge. 
Grinning, she went on. "Let me guess, they touched each other's 
breasts, right. Playing with each other's nipples?" Jamie nodded, 
recalling the full kiss on the mouth that had come from Emma rather 
than Lauren, and the way his sister had pulled herself out of the pool 
and stood at the edge, towering over Lauren. From his vantage point in 
the lounge he could see between her legs, her little lips proud, 
dripping with water, the smile on Lauren's face as she stared up and 
the squeal of joy as the little girl had dived in over her head.

He jumped nervously as Maria stretched her leg over his, her foot 
tracing a path from his knee along his thigh. He wondered if he should 
touch her leg, kiss her maybe. His cock ached badly now and the wetness 
that had seeped out was sure to show through his trousers at any time. 
Plucking up courage, he simply breathed deeply and pretended that he 
hadn't noticed her leg, inches from his groin.

"Where else?" she asked softly.

"Where else what?" 'Dumb stupid reply' he thought. "Er, you know. Down 
there as well" he said, nodding between her legs.

"You can say it. You can say 'They touched each other's pussy's'. Well 
of course they did, it's a wonderful feeling to have someone touch you 
there. I bet you like it when your girlfriend touches you there?"

Panic. Jamie prayed she wouldn't ask about his girlfriend. To admit to 
only having had sex once (with his sister) and to no girlfriend in the 
last year would bring any possible sex with the woman to an abrupt 
halt.

"Of course." His eyes widened as she shifted on the sofa, twisting her 
bottom so that she had one leg flat on the sofa and the other on his 
thighs. He stole a glance between her legs, his stomach churning with 
delight as he made out the outline of her labia through the thin 
softness of her knickers. He was convinced that this would be his big 
day, but even so, he wondered why she wanted to have sex with him. 
After all, he was ten years younger. More of a concern was that her 
boyfriends just had to be bigger than him, and his fear of being 
laughed at as she caught sight of his cock was growing by the minute. 
He studied her carefully, without very much discretion. Forcing his 
eyes away from her breasts, he dwelt on her simple, round and glorious 
face. Dark eyebrows framing her very smooth complexion, the slightest 
of dimples in her cheeks as she smiled, white teeth sparkling between 
her full lips.

His cock throbbed as he wondered about kissing her. He had read about 
how to take it slowly, kissing down from her ears. In fact, television 
showed little else. Assuming he could find her nipples, the rest should 
be easy. She moved again, looking away while her foot now dived between 
his clenched thighs, probing towards his groin. The further down she 
pushed, the more she had to part her legs, and as her head fell back 
against the arm of the sofa and her eyes closed, Jamie turned to take 
in the sight of this half-naked woman who needed him. The unmistakable 
shape of her pussy was covered by the tight, silky covering of her 
knickers. He could reach out and touch it if he wanted, but refrained, 
sure that he would come instantly if he did.

Another panic wave flushed through him. He was so near to orgasm that 
if she did take hold of his cock, or even take his underpants down, he 
was sure that he would come. Once again, that would be the end of his 
chances. He forced his eyes away and thought of the war. Of dying 
soldiers, homeless children, famine and illness.

His cock throbbed harder as his eyes were forced back to feast on her 
pussy. "You know what?" she asked, still lying back, cozy and content. 
"I think you need a wash. Clean your hands and then I want you to take 
my top off." She swung up, staring at him. "That's if you want to, of 
course?" Her foot emerged from between his thighs. He sensed the loss 
and made up his mind, nodding.

"Come on then, follow me!" she trilled, waltzing over to the bathroom. 
Maria sat on the toilet seat, legs together, smiling as he fumbled with 
the taps and soap. The grease and grime came off quickly with a solvent 
that Maria seemed to have ready for the occasion. He fussed, sure that 
he was out of his depth and anxious for her to make the next move. Out 
of the corner of his eye he could see her, hands on her thighs, posing 
demurely, watching him as he tried in vain to conceal the bulge of his 
erection against the sink. He eventually wiped his hands on a towel, 
checking it's colour afterwards to see whether he really had cleaned 
properly.

"Come here!" she said, pointing to a spot in front of her feet. She 
took his hands and pulled him closer. "Good. Undo my bra. At the back" 
She leaned forward, taking hold of the back of his legs so that he 
could reach over her head and do as she said. His groin brushed against 
her forehead and he thought about an apology. The clasp came undone 
easily and he watched in awe as the straps fell aside, tumbling in slow 
motion down her arms. She looked up sweetly at him, lips slightly 
parted and rubbed the back of his legs sensuously, pressing her breasts 
against his legs, out of sight. "Get down on your knees" she whispered. 
Jamie obeyed, sinking down past the glory of her face until his arms 
rested on her thighs and his eyes were inches from her breasts. She was 
bigger than Lauren, but he knew there was something quite classic about 
the shape of Lauren's breasts and the way they hung as though firmly 
glued in place. He trembled as she put her arms on his shoulders, 
pulling him closer until his cheek rested in the warmth of the valley 
of her chest.

Maria exhaled as though genuinely aroused by the seduction. He 
responded, kissing as he thought he should along the taught skin. The 
homely, nurturing warmth as his lips met her nipples shocked him, the 
feeling instantly recorded for future use. Her caresses increased in 
sensitivity as she tousled his hair, parting her legs as she leaned 
back against the toilet, responding to his energy and youthful attempts 
at arousing her. She pushed him away from her, almost roughly. 
Mortified, he looked up into her eyes.

"Now." she said, commanding again. "I'm going to watch you wash your 
cock. When you're clean, I want you to take my knickers off, OK?" 
Aghast, he fumbled. "What's up?"

"Er, nothing" he said. Which way to turn? How embarrassing! But, 
predictably, Jamie pushed his thumbs into his underpants and pushed 
them to the floor, kicking them away in case she examined them.

"Oh, wow. You're so wet! Come here!" she said, sliding forward on the 
toilet. Her outstretched arm caught his hip, pulling him closer. 
Without touching him, she examined his cock, wide-eyed, delighted, 
unaware of the shade of red he was turning. "Lots of soap, now!"

Jamie turned to the sink, lathered his hands and gingerly took hold of 
his cock, so pleased to at last have the opportunity to touch it, but 
embarrassed that he should be so stiff without her doing anything. Soap 
dripped down over his balls and down his legs as he worked away, 
washing and rinsing.

"Don't forget inside, pull the skin back nice and far now!" she said in 
a sing-song voice.

Jamie was shocked at her knowledge, or perhaps her lack of delicacy. 
Nevertheless, he pulled back on the top of his cock, watching as the 
angry red bulb sprouted into view.

"Right back!" she said, peering round with a smile to see how he was 
progressing. "Oh, that's nice and big!"

Immediately energized by her comments, he soaped his hands and 
carefully took hold of his knob, soaping it slowly as the intensity of 
his feelings made him tremble. He sensed her as she leaned forward, 
watching every move. Dousing it with clear water, he pushed the skin 
forward, fervently hoping that she was happy. He started to pull his 
underpants back up.

"Come here!" she said, guiding him again to his knees, his pants at his 
ankles. She rose from the toilet and stood in front of him, the scent 
from her wetness bitter-sweet. He saw the white porcelain of the toilet 
between her legs, the soft mounds of her imprisoned labia clearly 
defined by the ridges of her knickers. His cock throbbed once again in 
expectation. She nodded silently to him. His hands slowly inched 
towards her hips and the waistband. Looking up for an answer, she 
simply nodded again. With a deep breath, he slid his fingers inside and 
pulled gently down, adrenaline gushing around his body as the first 
curls of her pubic mound revealed themselves. Another quick look into 
her eyes gave confirmation and he watched as her pussy was exposed, the 
delicate formation of skin wet, glistening in the afternoon light, the 
trimmed black bush of her pubic hair clean, shiny, inches from his 
mouth.

At that moment, he knew without doubt that at last he had seen a girl's 
clitoris, it's shape, colour and covering just like in magazines. It 
shone, gleamed as though a guiding star, crying out for attention. 
Jamie swallowed, nosily to his embarrassment, as her knickers slipped 
past her knees and she stood there naked to his gaze. Maria pulled him 
to his feet, tugging him as he wobbled after her towards the bed.

"Lie down, on your back. Close your eyes!" He obeyed. His legs dangled 
over the bed and he could feel the soft fleecy down of the covers 
against his buttocks, pushing up between his thighs sensuously. Her 
hair trailed over his legs, up over his stomach and just preceded her 
lips as she leaned down to kiss him gently. Still unsure what licence 
he had, he held her shoulder and reciprocated, moaning encouragement to 
her while hands felt his chest and lower stomach. Jamie knew he was 
seconds away now from feeling a woman touching his cock and prayed that 
he wouldn't come instantly. The fingers were warm, searching, firm in 
the flesh above the base of his cock, toying with the curly hair, 
twirling it around as they inched closer. He raised his hips slightly 
off the bed, only to feel her push him back down, her nakedness sliding 
down his torso, lips kissing his nipples, navel and thighs, still 
missing his cock. He trembled with the feeling of her sleek body 
sliding over him and opened his eyes a fraction to witness the event as 
she pecked at his hips, her tongue poking between her lips. And then, 
at last, he felt the softness of her hair as it brushed over his 
erection.

He groaned delightedly, again pushing up, hoping to get contact between 
his raging cock and her face.

"Shh!" she whispered, her tongue seeking out his curly hair, traveling 
slowly along his thigh, skirting his cock to find the no- mans land 
underneath his crumpled balls. She parted his legs slightly, her hands 
running between his thighs, up to his balls. Reaching down, he stroked 
her hair in encouragement. Maria ran a fingernail along the length of 
his cock, the smile on her face one of pleasure as a tiny dribble of 
cum emerged from the slit in his cock, and indication of his obvious 
state of near-orgasm. Her tongue followed her finger, licking up from 
the base of his cock towards the red head.

"Hey!" she said in a wholly different, dark-brown voice.

Jamie looked up to see her lick her lips and then take his cock slowly 
into her mouth. "Oh God!" he muttered, unsure if he should continue to 
look. As she held his balls with one hand, the other gripped his cock, 
traveling up and down slowly with her mouth. His head fell back against 
the bed as his orgasm gathered force, his cock bulging painfully in her 
mouth. She slid forward, aware that he was more than ready, and 
straddled his chest, inching higher, spreading her legs wider to give 
him a wondrous view of her wet pussy approaching. Jamie gripped her 
hips instinctively, knowing what was required of him.

With a swift shuffle once again, Maria was positioned above his mouth. 
She stared down at the youngster, ten years her junior, hovering above 
him as she felt her breasts. Leaning forward so that her hands were 
above his head, she lowered herself onto him, rocking back and forth 
gently as his tongue slid along the length of her labia. He tried hard 
to vary his attention to her, gripping her buttocks, hips and thighs as 
he worked deeper into her vagina. Encouraged by the sounds from above, 
he probed at her clitoris, delighted with the sweet taste as his tongue 
massaged and encouraged the center of her womanhood. Maria slid off his 
mouth, grinding her pussy against his chest as she rested over his 
cock.

"Hold your cock. Guide it it!" Jamie gripped himself, pleased with the 
warm, slipperiness of his tool. Looking down, he pushed his cock 
upright and guessed at a suitable angle. Maria lowered herself as he 
watched the head of his cock disappear inside her. They both groaned 
loudly, but nothing prepared Jamie for the sense of warmth as his full 
length was eaten by the delightful girl. He opened his eyes in wonder, 
pleased to see her towering above, her dark hair swishing around as she 
moved slowly up and down, her breasts swaying slightly from side to 
side, eyes closed. His gaze traveled over her muscular stomach to his 
cock, it's gleam now bright from their loving. The sight of it 
alternately thrusting in and out made him squeal with delight. He had 
lost his virginity and was making love to someone who really wanted to 
have sex with him.

"Oh yes. I'm coming!" she said, increasing the rate of rise and fall on 
his tool. She leaned forward, grinding harder against him, in control 
of her satisfaction. "Oh yes, that's it!" Like a whirling dervish, she 
gripped his shoulders and pounded up and down so hard that Jamie 
thought she would hurt herself. Fascinated, his thoughts of early 
orgasm disappeared and he watched as her breathing became louder, 
quicker. Her eyes screwed up and a look of pain crossed her face as she 
broke the rhythm, trembled and dug her nails into his skin. He felt her 
pussy grip him hard, the walls of her vagina pulsing around him, 
milking his cock, holding tight for the last ounce of pleasure that 
could be found. "Oh Jeeze! Beautiful little boy!" She fell onto his 
shoulder, breathing hard, the pumping motion slow and exhausted.

Jamie wondered what he should do. Maria ground down on him slowly, her 
head tight in by his shoulder, and her hands gripping the back of his 
head. He pushed back, urging her to begin the rhythm again. He could 
feel the stickiness around his thighs and balls, spreading as she 
moved. He moved his legs slightly, letting her drop between them as his 
hands searched her back, down over her buttocks and over the soft flesh 
that disappeared down past her anus and back to her pussy. A shudder 
surged through him as he touched his balls, then his shaft, his heart 
pounding as he confirmed once again that his entire length was buried 
inside the girl that lay on top of him. His fingers were wet, slippery, 
as he traced the outline of his cock against the lips of her pussy, 
back up over her anus and through the tight, muscular valley of her 
buttocks. Slowly, she leaned to her right and pulled him onto his side, 
then reached round and guided him so that he lay on top of her, his 
cock still buried inside, still throbbing.

"Thank you" she said, simply, breathlessly, ruffling his hair as she 
smiled up. Two hands grabbed his buttocks, pushing and pulling him back 
and forth until he took up the motion, realising at last that this was 
permission to proceed. Maria spread her legs further, allowing him to 
penetrate as deeply as possible, then brought her feet up, laying them 
gently on his back. He looked down, bold now, his embarrassment having 
disappeared with her orgasm, and his confidence as strong as the inches 
inside her. His shaft pushed in, firmly but by no means violently, 
stopping just as his balls mashed over her pussy lips. He withdrew, 
seeing his foreskin peeled back, the red bulb of his cock just emerging 
from her pussy before plunging back in. Her breasts jiggled with his 
movement and he tried to lean down to kiss a nipple but couldn't 
without disturbing his rhythm.

Maria gripped him harder with her thighs and reached behind him, 
teasing his anus with a single finger. Every time she passed over his 
hole, his cock grew, bulging further inside her until he knew that he 
had lost control of his orgasm and felt it building wonderfully within 
his balls. Frantically, he thrust quicker and quicker, feeling her 
pulling him inside even further. His head rested on the bed as he cried 
out. Maria gripped his buttocks, almost tearing them apart as he 
finally thrust into her and came, wide eyed in shock at the intense 
pleasure as he automatically pumped and came, pumped and came. He felt 
the blending of their love, the warmth of her vagina and the dribble of 
cum as he slowed, giggling to himself as a wave of euphoria and 
satisfaction washed over his being. As his breathing returned to 
normal, he felt that he could stay there all day, safely stuck inside 
the wonderful girl, his girl, savouring their warmth and the afterglow 
of their love making.


Chapter 50

Emma grew worse by the hour. She excused herself at about five o'clock, 
making for the warmth of their bedroom. Lauren looked in on her every 
couple of hours, noting that she slept continually, hardly moving from 
one visit to the next. Jamie went to bed at about eleven o'clock, 
leaving Lauren and Maria down in the lounge, chatting. Lauren was 
amused at how he had changed that day. Instead of being shy and awkward 
around both herself and Maria, he was confident, almost cocky, and 
Lauren felt sure that he dearly wanted to kiss Maria goodnight as he 
slowly made his exit.

"I'm going to take a look at Emma in a minute. I'm a bit worried about 
her, she seems to have got worse so quickly" said Lauren, rolling onto 
her back, facing Maria.

"Hmm, perhaps it's a twenty-four hour virus?" suggested Maria, 
stretching noisily. "Tell you what, let's both take a look. If she's 
bad, I'll call a doctor in the morning, OK?"

Emma was again motionless, asleep. Still breathing of course, slowly. 
The girls sat on her bed, watching her for several minutes, listening 
to her stuffed up nose and the wheezing in her chest.

"I've got an idea. You watch her for the first three hours, then I'll 
take over, and so on. Just in case" said Maria, beckoning her towards 
the door. They discussed arrangements, Lauren confirming that she would 
stay up until two, and then Maria would take over. Lauren went back to 
her own bed and doctored the light so that she could read without 
waking Emma. She quickly washed her knickers and hung them above the 
toilet to dry before changing into yet another dreadful army shirt. She 
then settled down to three hours of utter boredom. Only once during 
that time did Emma even stir, shuffling slightly, coughing once or 
twice before going back to sleep.

Lauren heard Maria's alarm going off, pleased that her turn would end 
but unsure where she was going to get any sleep. Five minutes later, 
the door opened silently, and Maria shimmered in. Her pyjamas shone in 
the feint light, drawing Lauren's attention to the firm shape of her 
breasts and the mystery below.

"How is she?" whispered Maria, sitting on Lauren's bed.

"Quiet. Hasn't moved much at all." They both stared at the girl as she 
lay there, mouth open, wheezing. "Hey, I like your pyjamas, where did 
you get them?"

"Someone gave them to me for my birthday. Nice, eh?"

Lauren felt her arm and the silkiness of the material. Their eyes met 
in appreciation, Lauren's pussy warming very slightly as she regarded 
the beauty of the girl on her bed. Such was the stuff of dreams and 
fantasies, she thought. Maria rose and went across to Emma, bending 
down in the dim light to examine her.

"Lauren, she's very sweaty, you know."

"Really?" Lauren felt stupid, having sat there for three hours without 
really even thinking of closely checking her, believing that it was 
simply a cold that would go away. She threw the bedclothes aside and 
peered over Maria's shoulder. Beads of perspiration shone on her 
forehead, her hair matted and flattened.

"I'll get a flannel and some water, wait there." said Maria, leaving. 
Lauren perched on the side of Emma's bed, watching her silently. 
Gently, she touched her head, feeling the heat of her fever and 
coolness of the sweat against her fingertips. Her cheeks were cool, not 
the soft smoothness of the young teenager that she knew. Lauren brushed 
the hair from her face, arranging it over the pillow.

"Let's just get her clean. She seems to be out cold, doesn't she?" 
asked Maria, placing the bowl on Lauren's bed. Lauren had no response, 
and watched as Maria wrung out the water from the flannel and wiped 
Emma's face and neck. "Pull down the covers, please"

"What?" whispered Lauren.

"Covers. I'll wash her chest and under her arms. Or do you want to do 
it?" asked Maria, handing her the flannel. Lauren shrugged, supposing 
that it was in Emma's best interest. She nodded and waited as Maria 
slowly pulled the covers down from Emma's neck and revealed her shirt. 
Lauren could see that it was soaked, stuck to her body in every 
possible place, outlining her breasts and her thin form. She handed the 
flannel to Maria and undid each button in turn, peeling the material 
off her body, delighted as her breasts were exposed. 'God, those have 
been between my lips!' she thought, her pussy stirring as she recalled 
several hot nights in her bedroom and with the little visitor.

She leaned down and gently cleaned her, running the warm flannel down 
from her armpits to her hips, then back up over the tiny mounds of her 
breasts her neck, then down again. Lauren breathed deeply, watching the 
tiny nipples as they bowed to the flannel and sprang back up as it 
passed. She sensed that Maria was also aroused by the sight, shifting 
slightly next to her, allowing her thigh to touch the back of her leg. 
Lauren glanced at her.

"Yeah, might as well." said Maria, answering the implied question. 
"Here, I'll wash and you open her shirt right up." Lauren fumbled with 
the remaining two or three buttons, feeling the wisps of Emma's pubic 
hair on the back of her hands. The heat from her was tremendous, and 
Lauren was concerned both by her state and by the fact that she had sat 
there without being aware of her condition. Lauren glanced back to her 
face, pleased to see that she was still asleep. Her little breasts 
looked so inviting, firm and responsive, proud above her little girl 
figure, the beginnings of a woman's shape and the tight 'Y' where her 
legs hid her pussy. Lauren parted the tail of the shirt, laying it 
carefully on the sheets.

"Oh my!" said Maria, her silky thigh brushing against Lauren. "What a 
beauty she is!"

Lauren smiled sheepishly, unsure whether she should agree or ask her to 
stop. After all, she was supposed to be looking after her and was 
absolutely sure what Maria wanted to do. She continued to watch as 
Maria brushed the flannel over her stomach, down her legs to her feet, 
then back up, further inside her thighs. She washed her slowly, taking 
every opportunity to rinse the flannel and start again, gently edging 
her thighs apart until there was at least six inches between them. 
Maria washed her carefully, running the flannel along her lips, down 
towards her anus and back again.

"Lauren, she's so lovely! Don't you think, my dear?" Maria touched 
Lauren's thigh, fingers gliding over the backs of her legs, seeking her 
bottom, learning of the lack of knickers. She exhaled, long enough for 
Maria to hear, loud enough for her to get the message. The hand 
traveled up further, resting on her hip momentarily before continuing 
in search of her nipple. Maria dropped the flannel and pulled Lauren 
over to her own bed, pushing her hand back up to where it had been, at 
the base of her breast.

Lauren was intoxicated by the moment, delighted that whether their 
relationship was a one-night stand or something more meaningful was 
going to be answered. The wantonness of their loving, in the same room 
as a naked teenager who they had just stripped and washed. The thought 
of Maria's pussy and just lying naked next to her drove her into 
action. Sitting up, she ripped her shirt off her body and pulled 
Maria's face towards her with both hands, planting a kiss hard on her 
lips. With a muffled groan from Maria, she quickly flicked the buttons 
of her pyjamas, pulling the top roughly from her within a matter of 
seconds. Maria breathed heavily as she pulled Lauren, now quite naked, 
towards her, rewarding them both as their breasts mashed against each 
other, the warmth of their flesh reassuring, homely as their passion, 
and need for release, increased.

Lauren swung off the bed, pulling Maria with her so that her feet 
dangled over the side. She stood between her legs, leaned forward and 
kissed her full on the mouth, gratified as Maria grasped her head 
between her hands and pulled her closer. Their breasts brushed together 
again, nipples now hardened as Lauren shuffled back onto the bed and 
straddled the older girl. Lauren was utterly determined to reward Maria 
as she rubbed her pussy up over her stomach, feeling the warmth and 
softness of the girl as she clasped her thighs tightly against her 
ribs. Maria clutched her breasts, thumbs rubbing her nipples in 
circles, arousing, teasing. She fell down onto her, nibbling at her 
ears, neck and finding her lips again with her tongue. Without waiting 
for even a moan of pleasure, she slid down, gripping her tightly 
between her legs. Pausing only briefly to kiss her nipples, Lauren slid 
over her stomach and found what she really wanted - the button to her 
pyjamas.

Without any hurry at all, she pushed her tongue underneath the elastic 
waistband, stretching it as she ventured further down, straining 
against the resistance as she neared her pubic hair. She brought her 
hand round over her thighs and underneath her bottom, caressing her 
pussy firmly, delighted to feel the dampness through the exquisite 
silk.

With a flick of her thumb and forefinger, she undid the single button, 
pleased with the new view as the pyjamas parted, revealing the 
beginning of her dark curly hair. Still taking her time, Lauren slid 
her hands around the girl's hips, pulling the pyjamas down slightly, 
allowing her more room to tease with her tongue. Maria slid upwards 
further onto the bed, deliberately bringing her hot mound into view. 
Obligingly, Lauren concentrated on the very top of her slit, the 
wonderful indentation where the flatness of her stomach and the edge of 
her trimmed pubic hair gave way to the promise of her labia and the 
delights beyond. Her tongue pushed down into the darkness, feeling the 
tickling of the hair, the warmth of the skin and the scent of 
readiness. She laid her head above her pubic hair, resting her cheek on 
the silky smoothness of her stomach, and proceeded to simply lick along 
the length of her labia, using her hands to caress Maria's thighs. 
Occasionally, she pushed the pyjamas down further, allowing the older 
girl to part her legs and invite Lauren deeper into her lair.

Emma turned on her bed. The girls stopped, Maria sitting up and leaning 
on her elbows while Lauren still gripped her thighs and buttocks. 
Deciding that Emma was simply dreaming, Maria touched Lauren's hair, 
signaling the all-clear. Smiling back at her, Lauren pulled her pyjamas 
down to her ankles and off her feet. Then, with a wicked smile, she 
trailed them over Maria's legs, up between her thighs and over her 
breasts. Maria continued to prop herself up, but spread her legs wide 
open as she leaned back, eyes closed, groaning quietly to herself. 
Lauren knelt, pushing her hands under the girl's buttocks, and pulled 
her closer to the edge of the bed. In the dim light she could see 
little of the colour of the girl's sex, but all the wondrous folds of 
skin, the tiny hood above the clitoris and the shiny center of her sex 
were quite visible, and responded to Lauren's tongue with internal 
twitches and groans that Lauren found so rewarding.

Beginning a steady rhythm, she licked slowly up one side of her labia, 
pecking the lip between her own, then over her clitoris, very gently, 
before descending along the other lip. Occasionally, she would delve 
into her vagina, sampling the heady juices and cauldron of warmth 
before repeating her movements. The muffled sounds and shakes coming 
from Maria confirmed that he was doing well, and Lauren shifted her 
hands after a couple of minutes so that her thumbs were placed either 
side of the girl's anus.

"Oh yes, Lori, that's great!" moaned Maria, her elbows giving way as 
she flopped back onto the bed. "Yes, deeper, get your tongue right 
inside me!" Lauren teased her clitoris one more time before pushing her 
tongue deep inside the girl. Her nose rubbed beautifully over her 
clitoris as her whole face became sticky with their love. She could 
feel the hot walls of the girl's vagina against her tongue, squeezing 
as she hit a sensitive spot, pulsating with the tight sphincter as she 
neared orgasm. Suddenly, Maria came, clasping her legs together, 
trapping Lauren as her bottom rose off the bed and her back arched, 
groans filling the room. Shaking, hips turning, Maria slowly fell back 
to earth with her young lover still in place. Lauren pulled out from 
the vice-like grip, squeezed her legs together and joined her on the 
bed, caressing her, hugging as she recognised the symptoms of the 
orgasm and the wonderful float back to earth.

They laid arm in arm, caressing for many minutes until Lauren slid our 
from under Maria's arms and sat down on Emma's bed. She felt her 
forehead, and although she had always scoffed at the idea of being able 
to tell if someone was sick from simply feeling their forehead, she 
knew that Emma was feverish, burning.

"It's probably best just to let the fever take it's course. Not much we 
can do anyway, except keep her comfortable." said Maria, joining her.

"Yeah. She looks peaceful enough, though, doesn't she?"

"She looks lovely! I suppose we both looked like her once. So young, 
innocent." Maria touched Emma's feet, feeling the skin, her thin limbs. 
Her hand traveled higher, finding her knees. Lauren looked round at 
her, watching as fingers explored the little girl's thighs. "God, so 
smooth and soft!"

"Hey, let's finish cleaning her." whispered Lauren, more of a question 
than a request.

Ignoring her, Maria shifted the girl's lifeless left leg outwards and 
up, bending it at the knee, exposing her pussy. With the flannel in her 
hand, she leaned between her legs and proceeded to carefully clean her, 
shooing Lauren out of the light so that she could see every detail. "Oh 
yes, God, do I remember!" she whispered. Maria pecked at the girl's 
thighs, causing the tiniest of stirs within her. Then higher until, 
skirting her pussy, she positioned her tongue above the few hairs of 
her vagina.

"Come on" whispered Lauren, "You'll wake her" Maria didn't hear, or 
pretended not to hear. Lauren mentally kicked herself, realising yet 
again that she had failed to take strong action when someone invaded 
her territory. This was the ultimate affront. Another girl, supposedly 
her own lover, satisfying her cravings on the young girl she was being 
paid to protect. In her bedroom. Immediately after Lauren had brought 
her to orgasm.

Her anger bubbled, and immediately turned into lust as she watched the 
girl's tongue sliding slowly along the length of Emma's tight labia. 
The tip pushed inside, parting the little lips, probing for that 
wonderful little girl scent. Maria kissed her gently, lapped widely 
along her lips, then rose to face Lauren.

"Take turns. Let me see you do her!"

"What?" she asked, incredulously.

"Come on, she's out cold, and she tastes wonderful. Come here"! she 
said, grabbing Lauren's neck. They kissed forcefully, Lauren tasting 
her tongue as they embraced over Emma's body. She giggled as she did 
indeed recognise the taste, shuddering as though the liquid had 
suddenly been absorbed into her blood stream like a narcotic. Lauren 
slipped down, shifted round to kneel beside Emma, and let the tip of 
her tongue probe her pussy.

"Hold your hair out the way!" said Maria. Lauren grabbed her hair and 
pulled it over her shoulder with one hand, then rested on her elbow, 
smiling sweetly as she gave Maria a little show. She continued for 
several minutes, trailing her tongue as lightly as possible over her 
thighs and around her blossoming pussy. Maria sat on the bed, 
enthralled, administering her own relief with two wet fingers inside 
herself. Simultaneous groans from Maria and Emma marked the end of 
their entertainment so they wrapped her up, pulled the bedclothes up to 
her neck and turned out the light.

"I'll sleep on the sofa, and take over at about five, OK?" suggested 
Lauren on her way to the door.

"Hey, I think she'll survive. You can sleep in my bed if you'd like" 
said Maria, taking her by the hand. Lauren's heart bounded against her 
chest. The simple touch of her hand, their fingers interlocking, the 
safety and linking together was too much for her to resist. Silently, 
she allowed herself to be dragged through the house and into Maria's 
room, the thrill of their naked journey making her tremble with fear. 
They made their way to the bed, guided by the slim shaft of moonlight 
that intruded through the curtains.

Lauren slipped under the sheets and covered herself while Maria fussed 
with the curtains. She watched her tight buttocks as she reached up to 
disentangle the hooks, the distinct outline of her pussy lips dark 
against the pale moonlight. Lauren trembled expectantly as the older 
girl made her way across to the bed, sitting on the edge, waiting to be 
invited.

"Think you'll be OK?"

"Mmm. Maybe." said Lauren, with little effort hiding her true thoughts. 
She tilted her head to one side, almost pouting as though upset by the 
potential parting.

"You and Emma look so wonderful together. Such well-matched lovers!"

"Actually, it was Emma who, you know, sort of started things"

"Really, you mean she made the first advance? Touched you first?"

"Yeah, one night during a storm!"

"Wow" Maria paused, sliding closer to Lauren, resting her hand on her 
knee. "That's 'cause you're so pretty. You have such a great body." 
Her hand trailed over the sheet down to her foot, stroking her gently 
as though deep in thought. "That was before you helped her with the 
medicine then?"

"Oh, er no." said Lauren, blushing in the darkened room. "It must have 
been after that. Did she tell you about that as well?"

"Sure, we had a very long discussion. Don't worry, that's how I know 
she has a crush on you!" Lauren leaned back on the pillow, annoyed at 
being caught lying, but all the while intent on persuading Maria to 
love her, and thereby hopefully change the subject. She stretched 
noisily, raising her hands way above her head to touch the wall behind. 
"Turn over, I'll rub your back."

Lauren nestled into the pillow, feeling Maria straddle her legs as her 
hands came up to her shoulders and rubbed. The sheet descended to her 
waist, giving Maria access to her back and the tired muscles beneath 
her fingers. She kneaded slowly, running her fingers up and down her 
spine, pushing carefully, firmly as though squeezing the skin away. 
Maria leaned down and kissed the nape of her neck.

"Wait there for just a minute" she whispered. She slipped off the bed 
momentarily, rummaged through a drawer then returned. Again she sat 
across Lauren's legs and giggled as she dripped a cool liquid over her 
back.

"What's that?"

"Rubbing Oil." she replied, spreading the liquid over her back. "Summer 
Silk flavour!" she laughed, gripping Lauren's buttocks with her thighs 
and moving back and forth lewdly.

"God, it feels so slippery" sighed Lauren. "That's wonderful"

"Taste?" Lauren nodded slowly. Maria wiped a finger across Lauren's 
back and slipped it between her lips, coating her teeth and pulling out 
again as Lauren licked greedily at the slight taste of creamy fruit. 
Maria sniggered and continued for several minutes, relaxing Lauren so 
much that she thought she might fall asleep. Maria slid down further, 
allowing herself access to Lauren's buttocks.

"Want me to go lower?"

"Mmm" was the only response as Lauren shifted, shucking off the sheet. 
More dribbles of oil followed, invading the crease of her buttocks, 
ticking as the little drips approached her anus, paused then sought out 
her pussy.

Maria continued to rub, pushing her buttocks apart gently, introducing 
Lauren to the idea that her fingers were very close to her tight hole. 
She avoided it, pushing deeper to the short gap between her anus and 
pussy, teasing, oiling, before venturing way down her legs. Her feet 
and toes received attention until Maria rolled her over, dripped oil on 
her thighs and started up towards her breasts, avoiding her pussy 
entirely. Lauren reached behind her, gripping the headboard as fingers 
caressed her breasts, circling her raging nipples before finishing off 
around her shoulders. Lauren purred, pulling Maria close to her, 
transferring the residue of oil to Maria as their bodies molded 
together. Lauren kissed her hard, pulling her breasts against her own, 
delighting in the darkened warmth of their union.

"Want another surprise?"

"Mmm, of course!" replied Lauren dreamily. Maria took her hand and 
guided it down the bed. She found a hard object in her hand, and knew 
almost immediately it was a fake cock. Ridges along it's length gave it 
a rippled surface. She giggled.

"Have you ever used one?"

"No" she responded, hugging Maria.

"Wait while I put it on!" Maria squatted in front of her, the dark 
silouhette of her thighs and flat stomach suddenly taking on the 
obscenity of the cock as it bobbed towards the vertical. The buckles 
squeaked as Maria fitted it carefully, gripping the great rod in her 
fist as she made sure it wasn't going to fall off. Sliding down next to 
Lauren, she offered her the small bottle of oil. "Put some on me, then 
let me see you do your pussy." said Maria, sliding to Lauren's side.

Carefully, Lauren unscrewed the top, and with the slightest of 
trembles, dripped the liquid along the length of her weapon. With her 
left hand, she gripped it, sliding up and down to ensure it was fully 
lubricated. She then leant back against the pillow and dripped oil over 
her pussy, concentrating on the region just above her clitoris. With 
her fingers she guided the oil down between her inner lips, pushing 
into her sex with a delight and frustration that caused her to sigh 
loudly. More than ready, she put the lid on the bottle and let it drop 
to the floor.

Their hands wandered, their embraces deepened, and the silence 
increased as they kissed. Lauren felt fingers trailing across her 
stomach, circling her navel, darting down to her pussy, and exploring 
her thighs. The whole dark, silent night was wonderful, warm. She 
guided Maria so that she lay on top, the hard cock resting over her 
stomach. The weight of the girl, head nestled into her shoulder, their 
breasts pushed together as though one mass all gave her such a sense of 
well-being that it seemed anything else would ruin the moment. She 
pulled the sheets over them, tucking them up in their own little world. 
Perhaps she slept for a few minutes, but she became aware of Maria 
sliding to one side, still very much in contact, just re-arranging 
herself. The shuffling continued, a cool draft wafting under the sheets 
as Maria disappeared beneath, gripping Lauren's thighs. She felt the 
swirl of her hair as she leaned down to kiss her pussy, a tongue 
running along her thighs, over her hot mound, then up the other thigh. 
Backwards and forwards, pausing to lick and moisten her already wet 
entrance.

Maria surfaced, pushing the sheets back over her shoulders. She was 
magnificent, her large oiled breasts just catching the light of the 
moon, nipples firm and erect above the flatness of her muscular 
stomach. Maria dropped forward, hands either side of Lauren's 
shoulders, her body between her legs.

Maria pushed forward, resting the tip of the stiff plastic cock against 
her warm entrance. Lauren could feel the taut leather straps that held 
it around Maria's waist and thighs. She stroked it as though it was 
real, preparing it for action.

"Enter me. Slowly!" She took the cock in her fist and found her 
entrance easily, the inner lips guiding it. "Oh yes, that's it!" Lauren 
groaned as it slid deeper inside, pushing the walls apart, the cock 
head rippling along the internal muscles as the sheer eroticism of the 
sex hit her hard. She cried out as another inch disappeared, the width 
of the cock increasing rapidly as it drove deeper, pushing apart the 
walls of her expectant vagina in its quest to fill her. Suddenly she 
realised just how desperate she was to achieve her orgasm, how much 
pent-up lust actually dwelt in her teenage body. Maria towered above 
her, blocking the moonlight, gripping her buttocks while her own thighs 
held her tight.

Maria started to withdraw, then plunge in again, her eyes closed in 
pleasure. Back and forth she rocked, slowly, introducing the length to 
Lauren slowly. Maria dropped her head lower, resting on the bed by 
Lauren's ear. She pecked at it as Maria's right hand stroked her thigh, 
her bottom and then pushed round her buttocks to rest against her anus. 
A single finger circled her little hole, probing, testing, waiting for 
any protest that might come.

"Oh God yes! Oh you dear!" shrieked Lauren, gripping Maria's shoulders 
tightly. She knew she would come and felt the familiar contractions in 
her vagina and anus that signaled all was well. Maria began stroking 
harder, her breathing noisy and the look on her face one of pain and 
astonishment.

"Maria, harder! For Christ's sake, harder"

Maria screwed up her face in agony as she pumped as hard as possible. 
Lauren felt her anus pulsing, gripping as her pussy rippled with the 
advent of pleasure. The huge cock pummeled her pussy, punishing her 
labia with every stroke. Maria sensed the moment and pushed as deep as 
she could, taking Lauren over the top and into orgasm as the cock 
thrust even deeper into her soaking vagina. They both shook 
uncontrollably, pumping, resting, groaning and pumping again. Lauren 
wrapped her legs around Maria's back, pulling her as far into her as 
she could. The greasy finger inside Lauren's anus pumped deeply with 
every stroke, her orgasm rising and falling, pushing over each crest 
and soothing her.

They collapsed into a panting heap as Lauren's shaking legs slid down 
onto the bed. She inhaled sharply as Maria began to slowly remove her 
finger from her anus. She reached down quickly and held her hand, 
pulling her all the way back inside for a final sensation, moaning in 
thanks and appreciation of the deep obscenity of their loving.

She sighed with delight when Maria finally withdrew, their juices 
dribbling down her lips and matting the hair. She grabbed the girl, 
allowing her to pull off the device before dragging her tight against 
her chest, exchanging long kisses as they lay together. Maria touched 
the side of her face, caressing her neck, resting on her breast.

"Hey, Lori."

"Hmm?"

"My uncle's coming next week."

"Great"

"Perhaps we should put on a show for him?"

"What like?" Lauren heart pounded.

"You know. You and me, maybe some others. After all, he has let us all 
stay here."

"You crazy?" Her mouth dried and fear returned. She knew full well that 
Maria wasn't crazy, knew her well enough to know that the sound of her 
voice meant she was serious.

"We do it now and again for him. He's a powerful man, well respected 
around here. He commands armies and keeps us all safe. Understand?"

It was that last word that had such a sense of finality. It was a 
statement to be digested, and to which she should agree. Blood rushed 
to her head, bringing oxygen and chemicals that kicked it back into 
gear.

"I don't think so. Maybe we'll just watch" Comprise. The solution to so 
many conflicts.

"Have a think. I'll watch Emma." She kissed her lips, then slipped out 
of bed. Lauren was torn between lying there and thinking about the 
proposal, and telling Maria to leave the little girl alone. She 
listened to the sound of her footsteps shuffling over the carpet, the 
door closing, then silence. Wide eyed, she stared at the slit of light. 
Turning over the options, she rationalised in her own way, fretting 
until dawn. She eventually slept, hoping that Maria might have just 
been trying to feel her out, probe the depths to which she would 
descend to gratify her uncle and no doubt increase her standing with 
him.

 Chapter 51

"Lauren" Silence. "Lauren" echoed again, shaking. She opened her eyes, 
the morning light streaming through the window, dazzling her, 
silhouetting Maria. "Hey, wake up, here's coffee!" Lauren rolled onto 
her side, slowly recalling their love making the previous night. Her 
senses told her she was still naked, a distinctly unhealthy stickiness 
between her legs.

"Oh, thanks. What time is it?" asked Lauren, avoiding her eyes.

"About ten. Jamie's up already. Emma looks a lot better. She's 
certainly cooler."

"Good." said Lauren, hoping she would leave, that the subject at the 
forefront of her mind that morning, the same that had kept her awake 
hours after they parted, would be forgotten, never mentioned again.

Maria sat beside her. She was dressed, shirt, trousers, hair done up in 
regulation army style. Her hand rested on the sheet over Lauren's hip, 
greeting her. Their eyes met and Lauren was rewarded by a smile.

"You're a wonderful lover" she said quietly, her hand traveling over 
her side to her shoulders, tracing circles over her tanned flesh. 
Lauren looked at her face, trying to read the expression.

"So are you! I'm a bit tired, aren't you?"

"Mmm, a little. But I've got things to do. You haven't, so you can stay 
there all day, if you wish." The covers slid down, the curves and 
valleys of her breasts revealed as Maria opened her mouth and clasped 
her nipple between her lips. Sunlight shone through her hair, warm and 
gentle as Lauren gulped in air, trying hard to breath regularly as the 
girl squeezed her breasts together and flicked her nipples with her 
tongue. But just as Lauren closed her eyes and prayed the attention 
would travel lower, Maria rose and walked to the door. "Oh, in fact, 
you can stay here until you've considered my little proposition. One 
show, just to cheer him up. That's all! I'll be back this afternoon."

She shut the door behind her. Lauren covered herself, breathing out 
deeply, feeling used, cheated and bewildered. The door clicked, and her 
heart sank. Although she knew the answer, she tip-toed to the door and 
tried the handle. It was locked. She tried another door, presuming it 
went to either a bathroom or an adjoining room. It too was firmly 
locked. No escape, unless she wanted to lose fifty pounds and squeeze 
through the window. Miserably, she trudged back to the bed, turning 
over an assortment of escape plans. Some sensible, some distasteful, 
and others suitable only for comic books.

She realised that Maria had the upper hand. She could split the three 
of them up, transporting each child to another camp. Even just dump 
them by the roadside alone. Or she could probably have them all killed. 
She could also leave her in the room to die of starvation.

On the other hand, maybe if Lauren took part in this demonstration she 
would make sure they were transported to safety. The seed of a deal 
started to sprout in her mind and so she sat, through the morning sun 
and into the afternoon haze, thinking, bemoaning her fate, dreading the 
return of her captor.

Six hours later the lock clattered in the door and Maria reappeared, 
carrying a tray. A plate seemed to be covered with a huge red napkin, 
but she was delighted to see a small jug of water, with tiny beads of 
condensation chasing down the sides. Her eyes fixed on it, tracking 
it's every movement. She could almost taste the cold, clear water that 
swirled in the jug. She smiled as Maria approached and held out her 
hand to take the water.

"Uh uh. Not yet. Now, what have we decided?" Lauren shook her head. 
"What, you've decided nothing?"

"I'll do it on these conditions: there's nobody except your uncle and 
me in the room, and the children don't get to know about it. Also, you 
have our passports for us before I do it, and take us to the border 
afterwards." There, she had recited her speech flawlessly. She watched 
Maria's face, and was disturbed to see a smile creep across her face. 
Maria set the tray down on the floor and sat beside her.

"Lori, my dear." she said, touching the side of her face. "What an 
offer!" She looked down, smiling again. "Hey, look what you've got on! 
My favourite shirt! It suits you" Maria beamed at her, feeling the 
shoulders and the fit. Mischievously, she peeked under the shirt. "Ohh! 
Couldn't find any knickers then?" Lauren felt her touch, fingers 
gliding from her buttocks along the line where her knicker elastic 
should have been. Lauren wondered if she was forgiven, if she had been 
tested and had played her hand well. Maria touched her shoulder, gently 
guiding her back against the pillow.

"You're so pretty." she said, kissing her lips. "Such wonderful 
breasts" she murmured as her lips found her nipples. "And your pussy is 
heaven. Relax" she whispered, kissing her hips, over to her navel and 
down swiftly into her pubic hair. Instinctively, Lauren parted her 
legs, anxious to please the girl, to seal their friendship and gain her 
agreement. Maria gripped her thighs, lapping up from mid thigh to her 
pussy, then pushing both hands under her buttocks to lift her higher. 
Her tongue pressed against her entrance, firm, penetrating, warm and 
soothing. Lauren reached down, gently rubbing the pink folds of skin 
over her clitoris, coaxing it out and generating a bubbling inside that 
flowed through her.

"Oh Lori. Lori. You're such a tart!"

Stunned, humiliated, Lauren shot upright, dragging the covers over 
herself. "Lori, look at you. All I have to do is push you against the 
pillow and you've lost control!"

"You shit!" she squealed, pulling the covers across even tighter.

"Lauren, what does it matter if my uncle has you? He probably only has 
to ask, right?" Lauren lashed out, trying to strike her, but she 
recoiled, anticipating the blow. Maria stood and reached down beside 
the bed for the tray.

"I need the water"

"Course you do. When you're ready." Lauren watched as the girl's eyes 
traveled over the sheets, noting the shape below. She pulled the covers 
tighter. "Since you couldn't agree to last night's suggestion, the deal 
has changed. I want him to have Emma."

"No!" shrieked Lauren. "Bitch!"

Maria held up her hand. "I haven't finished." she stated, the smile 
gone, irritation on her face. "You will be there and so will I. You'll 
do everything that I ask. If you don't agree, I'll have Jamie shipped 
to the front line. You have twenty-four hours." She swung on her heel 
and left. Lauren watched the water disappear, utter dismay setting in. 
She licked her dry lips, thinking that the only moisture they had 
received that day had been from Maria's embrace. The key jangled again 
in the lock and Maria peered round the door. "Oh, by the way, just to 
help you decide, later tonight I'm going to show what I've been doing 
all day. It's a film that stars someone you know!"

Lauren's mind reeled from the thought, the lack of food and water 
contributing to her feeling of weightlessness and inability to 
concentrate. She presumed that she had filmed either Jamie or Emma. 
Maybe she had caught one of them sunbathing, or running around the 
house naked. It was a bit unlikely, but possible. Then it dawned on 
her, the children's desire for each other, their boredom in the house, 
a search for release and entertainment. Perhaps Maria had caught them 
together. Her mind raced, setting up situations, tearing them down, 
building towers of fantasy on the flimsiest foundations.

She wrapped herself tighter in the sheets and shuffled into the corner 
of the bed. She thought of her mother, Nikki, Switzerland and the 
safety of her bedroom. Mentally, she toured the room, opening drawers, 
finding trinkets from years gone by. A lump settled in her throat and 
she began to cry, quietly, her chest heaving with great gulps of air as 
she bit into the bedding. She cursed herself for even thinking that 
Maria wanted to make love to her, for even thinking that her problem 
could have been solved that easily. Her head floated, the lack of food 
now causing her to think poorly, her logic screwed. She flopped back 
onto the bed, watching the ceiling glide by.

Darkness settled into the corners of the room and the sun no longer 
shone through the windows. She knew that within the hour, stars would 
appear. She dreaded the return of Maria and rehearsed clever lines that 
might make her captor see sense. The day faded rapidly, the gloomy dusk 
permeating through the walls to hang like a cloud over her head.

Less than twenty minutes later she heard doors banging in the house, 
footsteps approaching and the bedroom door as it banged noisily against 
the wall.

"Whoops! Sorry about that!" said Maria cheerily. Lauren rolled onto her 
side and watched the woman as she kicked the door shut. Wearing only 
her soldier's shirt and her tight lycra shorts, she carried the tray in 
her hands and once again Lauren tracked the sight of the water, now 
accompanied by fruit. She momentarily closed her eyes in dread as she 
saw the lone video cassette, unlabeled, black and foreboding. "Had a 
good day?"

Lauren lay there silently, a tremble starting in her stomach, a rich 
mixture of anger, hunger and to her disgust, lust. Lauren looked at her 
figure as she placed the tray next to the television. Her tightly cut 
shorts hugged her thighs, the crisp outline disappearing temptingly 
underneath her shirt. She watched as Maria turned, reached behind her 
head and undid the clasp that held her long black hair in a bun. It 
tumbled down over her shoulders, swirling as Maria shook her head for 
maximum effect.

"I'll dispense with the niceties. I'm going to show you a video. If you 
do as I say, you'll get water and food. Otherwise, it's another day for 
you. Understand?" Lauren lay there, silently, her anger brimming. 
"Understand?" shouted Maria.

Lauren shrugged, indicating passive acceptance for the moment. Her gaze 
slid past Maria and over to the tray, perched safely on the chest of 
drawers. She heard the mechanics of the video machine as Maria slotted 
the tape inside and watched almost impassively as she turned, reached 
under her shirt and slid the tight shorts down her legs.

"What are you wearing?" she demanded, grabbing the remote control.

"What?"

"Don't be stupid! What are you wearing?"

"My shirt"

"Knickers?" Lauren nodded. "Stand up!" Lauren obeyed, her head light, 
blood rushing out as she teetered by the side of the bed. "Lift your 
shirt, show me!"

Lauren looked at the floor between them, gathering the long shirt tails 
and bunching them at the side. She tried to look down at herself but 
her balance suffered.

"Take your knickers off!"

Lauren fumbled, trying to keep the shirt up while using her other hand 
to slip the material over her hips. Eventually, her knickers tumbled to 
the floor and she stood there, now frightened at the tone of the 
woman's voice and her plans for their evening's entertainment. Her hand 
sneaked down between her thighs, covering her pubic hair.

"Lauren, I'm going to trust you to do as I say one last time. OK?" She 
moved towards the bathroom door and produced a key. "I'm going to let 
you go to the toilet now but I expect you to do as I say. Do you 
understand?" Lauren nodded, relief percolating through her body as she 
envisioned the toilet, the sight of the water in the bowl. "Come on 
then" Lauren followed her, slipping past her before sitting on the 
toilet thankfully. She looked up at Maria, her eyes indicating that she 
wanted her to leave.

Shaking her head, Maria stood right in front of her, pushing her knees 
apart. "Arms up! And spread your legs, wide now!" Maria grabbed the 
tail of Lauren's shirt and pulled, caressing her breasts as it went 
over her head. Lauren's groan was accompanied by a gushing sound as her 
bowels let go and the hot stream shot down into the bowl. "Wider. And 
look up at me!" Lauren felt the ache in her bladder as the torrent 
continued and saw the pleasure in Maria's face as she bent down and 
placed a kiss on her lips. Hands trailed from her shoulders down over 
her breasts, causing such a state of confusion in her mind that she 
thought she would cry. She was at a total loss whether to respond, slap 
her face or simply fall to the floor in tears. Looking for guidance, 
she opened her eyes just as Maria pushed her wet tongue between her 
lips, flicking along her teeth. Lauren sucked greedily, the woman's 
saliva welcome in overcoming her own dryness.

Abruptly, Maria broke away and reached for a flannel by the sink. 
Lauren watched almost in pain as pure, warm water flowed from the tap.

"I'm going to wash your pussy before we watch the film. Do you 
understand?"

"Mmm" replied Lauren, a delicate trickle playing into the toilet. Maria 
stood in front of her, watching, her eyes roaming between the anguish 
on Lauren's face, down over her firm, tanned breasts to the gaping 
vagina that had been cruelly exposed.

"Oh, Lauren! Looks like this is a bit of a turn-on for you, right?" 
Lauren shrugged, knowing full well that the warmth between her legs had 
slowly spread inside her in expectation. Her eyes focused on the 
flannel as Maria squatted in front of her and began to wipe her clean. 
She closed her eyes in delight as the wonderful heat aroused her 
further. Maria gently glided over her pussy lips, wiping up one side 
then down the other, pushing very slightly into her vagina. Lauren 
gripped her shoulders to steady herself, communicating the intensity of 
her pleasure as her fingers dug into the woman's skin. Her mouth dried 
even further as her breathing became stronger, noisier. She slid 
further forward, hoping that a finger would dive into her hot sex. 
Alarm bells rang in her head, reminding her of the last encounter she 
had experienced with Maria, and how she had been rebuffed so cruelly.

"Since you've done as I asked, I'm going to let you have some water, 
OK?"

"Oh thank you!" said Lauren, desperately, her need for water ten times 
that for sex. Maria returned with the bottle and stood in front of her 
again. Nodding down at her vagina, she silently waited for Lauren to 
assume her spread position before pouring the water for her. Lauren 
drank greedily, spilling the icy water over her breasts in the process. 
She stopped after half a glass, feeling a rebellious bubbling from 
inside. Shakily, she handed the glass back to Maria.

"Very good. Now into the bath. We need to wash your hair." Lauren rose 
dutifully and stepped into the empty bath, cautiously watching Maria. 
She was shaking visibly now, the lack of food and the anxiety mixing to 
the next level of nervousness. "Lean back on your elbows or it'll all 
go in your eyes, won't it?" chided Maria as she unhooked the showerhead 
and ran the water. Once she was satisfied with the temperature, she 
quickly dampened Lauren's hair before letting the shower dangle in the 
bath behind Lauren. She unscrewed the top of the shampoo bottle and 
dribbled the thick liquid over Lauren's thighs, causing her to squeal 
and shift in the bath. "Open your legs, as wide as you can!" she 
commanded.

Still leaning back on her elbows, Lauren did as she was told, resting 
her knees against the edge of the bath. She could feel another trail of 
the cold slippery shampoo just above her pubic hair, and knew it was 
heading relentlessly down towards her pussy. As it flowed it slowly 
warmed up, until it dribbled across the tiny folds around her clitoris 
and onward over the opening to her vagina. Slowly, it trailed down 
towards her anus, then between the cheeks of her bottom and onto the 
surface of the bath. The light touch of fingers gave her a start, but 
her surprise gave way to pleasure as the fingers kneaded the shampoo 
over her pussy, slowly circling her clitoris, delving very slightly 
inside her pussy with the grace and sensuality of an adept lover.

The fingers took their time, now circling over her labia, caressing her 
gently, swirling in time with her breathing. Lauren felt her head 
swaying, her neck hurting as her head lolled back, eyes closed, fire 
below her rippling stomach muscles. Lower now, traversing the tiny 
chasm between her pussy and anus, gathering the shampoo from her thighs 
and massaging around her tight anus.

More dribbles, higher, from her navel up to her nipples. She shuddered 
with the cold shock, feeling the tingle in her breasts as they too 
responded to the liquid caress. Finally, she felt the shampoo in her 
hair, heard the clunk of the bottle and felt the gentle hands massaging 
her hair, spreading the lather.

"Lauren, you have a beautiful body, you know?" asked Maria. "So 
responsive. You're so easy to turn on. I should think you can hardly 
control yourself when you're with Emma, right?" asked Maria, circling 
Lauren's breast with bubbles. Lauren shrugged, her mind feebly trying 
to analyse the impact of the comment. Maria dabbed two soapy blobs on 
her nipples, giggling lightly as they both stayed in place. She rinsed 
her hair and applied the shampoo again, rubbing up a rich lather again. 
Lauren's arms ached and she shifted in the bath, looking for a more 
relaxing position. She felt a towel across her forehead, soft and warm. 
She opened her eyes, half smiling as she saw Maria shrugging off her 
shirt, her large breasts revealed. Her gaze rested between the woman's 
legs, the parted labia clear, allowing the slightest hint of her 
clitoris to show through the dark pubic hair. Lust stirred in Lauren's 
stomach, coursing through her veins. She watched as Maria raised her 
left leg and stepped into the bath, facing away from her.

Now straddled either side by the taut firmness of Maria's legs, she 
shifted and looked up, admiring the delicacy of her pussy and the 
tightness of her bottom. Maria slowly sank into the confines of the 
bath, her thighs pushing Lauren up slightly. Maria found the shower and 
rinsed off Lauren, paying special attention to her pussy and anus. 
Lauren couldn't see Maria's hands, but could feel her exploring, 
rinsing and testing her skin for any remains of the shampoo. Finally, 
Maria ran the spray across her own back, forming rivulets that ran 
down, off her buttocks and over Lauren's shoulders and chest. Maria 
descended lower, her pussy now inches from Lauren's mouth, the clitoris 
fully in view, pink, proud and purring for attention.

Maria reached for the soap and rubbed it between her hands before 
applying it to the channel of Lauren's buttocks. She felt the woman's 
fingers slowly circling her anus, teasing now and again with a finger 
tip inside her. Lauren pushed her bottom up, encouraging, demanding 
greater depth but Maria continued her wanderings, involving her pussy, 
tracing each of her labia between her fingers, circling her clitoris 
before soaping her inner thighs. Lauren moaned, the hunger for food and 
satisfaction now mingled into one almighty demand. Suddenly, Maria 
shoved her middle finger as deep as she could into Lauren's anus, 
making her shriek loudly and buck up against her hand. As if in 
response, Maria sat on her face, smothering her, wriggling as though 
commanding Lauren to suck and lick or suffer. The finger in her anus 
withdrew, then returned, hard, straight, deep inside.

Lauren pushed her tongue out, finding the sweet juice of the woman 
ready to flow, and with each probe of her tongue, the floodgates opened 
slightly wider, rewarding her with the taste that she had come to love 
all too often. She felt Maria's push a thumb against her vagina, 
seeking out the other entrance to her body that would take her over the 
top. Lauren reciprocated, freeing her hands from the side of the bath 
to grab Maria's buttocks, spreading her cheeks before circling her anus 
for the shortest time. Without ceremony, Lauren pushed inside her anus 
with her thumb, feeling the tight muscles give way until she was inside 
the warmth of the woman. The very thought doubled the lust inside her, 
pushing her orgasm closer to reality. With her tongue deep inside 
Maria, she thrust again, withdrew and thrust, keeping up a steady 
rhythm in time with Maria. Lauren's hips shook as her knees banged on 
the side of the bath. She was convinced she was about to feint but 
couldn't have cared less. Maria increased her speed, pushing, turning 
and pushing again into both orifices as she gripped Lauren tightly with 
her thighs.

Lauren felt the tight anal walls pulsing around her thumb, and sensing 
the final push, she flicked between the woman's vagina and her 
clitoris, pleased beyond belief as she heard her squeal with delight. 
Maria pushed her left hand under Lauren's bottom, pulling her higher, 
grabbing her buttocks. With an almighty groan, Lauren came, the heat 
bursting from her sex as she shook in oblivion. Maria sank onto 
Lauren's face, quivering delightedly as she too came gently on the 
younger girl's tongue.

For several minutes, they remained locked together. Lauren floated in 
no-man's land, her mind drifting, her throat dry and her shivering once 
again uncontrollable. Maria slowly removed her fingers and slid round 
in the bath, sinking down on top of Lauren as they hugged in each 
other's arms. They slid together, the soap spreading over them 
gradually as their embrace lingered.

As their breathing slowed, Maria slipped over to the side, pulled the 
shower attachment towards herself and directed the water over Lauren. 
It warmed her, and dribbles splashed into her open mouth.

"Lauren, I had intended to punish you this evening." she said 
thoughtfully. Lauren caught her gaze momentarily before blinking and 
looking at the suds in the bath. Maria shifted away from her, bracing 
her legs against the sides of the bath as she laid back against the 
other end, facing Lauren. Her pussy pouted, the wrinkled lips wide, 
flowering with their promise of warmth, sweetness and delight. "I 
wanted to punish you, and decided this afternoon to have you tied and 
thrashed."

"What....?" muttered Lauren, startled by the severity of her captor's 
anger.

"Shh! I changed my mind!" Maria dribbled the shower over her own body, 
droplets spraying over her large breasts. Lauren watched as they 
coursed down, past her navel and through the dark mat of her pubic 
hair. Down to her anus, the dark hole where she had already pushed her 
tongue, hard, probing until her jaw hurt. So clean that it tasted of 
nothing but soap, so sensitive that it gripped her tongue in waves of 
energy, pulsing randomly with such force that Lauren wanted to giggle 
with delight. "I changed my mind because you're such a delight." she 
whispered. Maria caressed her breasts with the shower and her hand, 
both lightly playing with her nipples. "You're such a responsive lover, 
so generous."

Lauren could think of nothing to say that would sound good, or might 
ensure their freedom. She licked her lips, guiding water over her 
tongue. "Lauren, I think I can trust you to behave tomorrow. I want you 
to explain to Emma what's going to happen. Prepare her. We start at 
about four in the afternoon. He has to be gone by five, and there's all 
sorts of entertainment planned, not just you."

Their eyes met. Lauren's heart pounded. She knew she was going to agree 
to cooperate, but the words stuck in her mouth. She clung to the hope 
that Maria would mention more about their eventual release from the 
house, but it seemed foolish to ask again after her demands the 
previous night had been so brusquely rebuffed.

"Deal?"

"OK. I just want to go home, that's all."

"Course you do. You will, you just need to, well, to pay your way." She 
stood, smiling radiantly. "Good, I'm glad we understand each other." 
said Maria, placing one foot on the floor. Her pussy gleamed, the lips 
shining where the pubic hair gave way to the purity and delicacy of her 
labia. Lauren cursed the feeling brewing once again deep inside her. 
"Now, I'll let you tell Emma tonight." She stood briefly in front of 
Lauren, then turned, grabbed a towel and left.

Lauren shivered in the coolness of the room, running through the 
scenarios of the following hours, rehearsing lines that would break the 
news to Emma that she was to be once again the pleasure of a stranger.

Lauren dried herself, pulled on a clean shirt, and tried the door. It 
opened, revealing the hallway. Less than a minute later, Lauren opened 
the door to her room.

"Lauren, where the hell have you been?" said Emma angrily.

"What?" stuttered Lauren, noting the heat and anger in Emma's voice. In 
her mind she had prepared for hugs and kisses all round, not 
accusations of desertion. "Maria locked me in her room. Do you feel 
better?"

"Lauren, she said that you were staying with her for a while. That you 
were lovers!"

"Don't be stupid. I couldn't get out."

"So why are you out now?"

"Because I agreed." And slowly, Emma managed to ask all the wrong 
questions that led to the explanation of the entertainment the 
following day.

"No fucking way!" shouted Emma, curling up on her bed.

"Watch your language, young lady! We're in trouble. She wants you to 
'perform', as she calls it, with her uncle. There'll be others there as 
well, including me. I don't know what they want me to do. If we don't, 
Jamie goes to the front line."

Emma sat up, glaring at her. "Lori, did you make love to her in the 
bath just now?" Lauren glowed red, desperately trying to find some 
place to hide her eyes. "I knew, it! I just knew it! Why should I 
believe anything you say. I'm left here for two days, ill, while you go 
and get laid!"

"It wasn't like that." insisted Lauren defiantly, her own voice now 
raised. "She locked the door and wouldn't give me food or water." Emma 
was silent although her body shook occasionally as her tears flowed. 
Lauren sat down on her bed and touched her shoulder. Emma shrugged her 
off. "Emma, I promise, I couldn't get out."

"But why did you have sex with her? Eh? Did she force you?"

"No"

"No, course not." Emma looked up, her eyes red and wet.

"She mentioned a film. Did you know about a film she had?" The little 
girl recoiled as though she had suddenly snapped out of a day- dream. 
For Lauren, that was enough.


Chapter 52

During the morning, Lauren spent her time either avoiding Maria or 
looking at her watch, counting the minutes before four o'clock. Maria 
had carefully laid out some juvenile clothing for the girls - pale 
yellow floral print dresses with large white buttons down the front. 
Lauren held hers against her body and grimaced. Five years ago she 
could have worn it in mid-summer, but her tastes had moved on. But her 
dismay was tempered by the fact that Maria had delivered thin, almost 
see-though briefs, cut high and short that accentuated her dark thighs 
and the firmness of her buttocks. As the morning wore on, Emma seemed 
to accept that Lauren had told mostly the truth, and that their fate 
was to be decided that afternoon. Her sulky silence gave way to small 
talk, followed by outright babbling, until just after lunchtime when 
the two girls returned to their room. Emma slipped over onto Lauren's 
bed and nestled down against her shoulder, lightly cupping her breast.

"Can't see why Maria didn't get us some decent clothes earlier" said 
Emma, the warmth of her breath tingling her nipples.

"No reason to. You're going to look good in yours, you know."

"And you. You always look beautiful. You could wear a potato sack and 
look good."

"Maybe if it was over my head." said Lauren, smiling at the thought.

"That's stupid."

"No, you're the pretty one"

Lauren felt a tightening in her throat as the tiny fingers toyed with 
her nipple. Her heart beat loudly as their bodies warmed together, legs 
entwined, their warmth shared as both their shirts rode up. She knew it 
would be a simple matter to reciprocate, to lift her lips up to her own 
and gently kiss her, even just to cup her buttocks and trail her 
fingers through the young valley. But she resisted the urge, settling 
for a tight hug and a kiss to her forehead.

"What do you think they'll want me to do?" asked Emma.

"I'm not sure. I think Maria wants you to have sex with her uncle. He's 
a General in their army. Seems to control most of the south."

"What else?"

Lauren shrugged, barely disguising her shock at the question. She had 
at least expected protest, tears, fear in the young girl's eyes. "I 
don't know any more, I'm sorry." Lauren shifted, dis-entangling. "But 
I'll be there". She swung her legs over the side of the bed, taking the 
opportunity to glance between Emma's young thighs. "If they do anything 
disgusting, I'll get them to stop." Silence. Lauren felt her sphincter 
tightening, concern rippling through her body. She thought of home, 
Switzerland, warmth and security. For the hundredth time in less than a 
week, she wondered if they should have stayed in Boquette rather than 
venture out with all the other refugees.

"Lori, I'm sorry if I shouted at you. Really I am." said Emma. The 
little girl's legs parted slightly.

"It's OK. We're all very nervous, right? Tell you what, let's have a 
long bath together".

Delightedly, Emma bounced off the bed and headed with Lauren to the 
bathroom. For the next hour, they played like two schoolgirls in the 
bath. Outwardly, their giggling and splashing might have seemed to be 
carefree, expectant. But their glances into each other's eyes betrayed 
their fears. And as the water drained away and the minutes slipped by, 
the chatter died down. The sound of strangers could be heard in the 
house, and during a sudden flurry of activity, Lauren sensed the 
General's arrival. Maria strode into the room less than ten minutes 
later. She wore makeup, delicately enhancing the depth of her eyes and 
the sensuous curve of her lips.

"Good, Lauren, come here" she commanded, standing just inside the 
doorway, looking down at a spot less than a foot in front of her. 
Lauren slipped off the bed and stood as ordered, feeling Maria's hands 
over her buttocks and between her legs, fingers gliding along the 
length of her labia, caressing her through the sheer fabric. The woman 
looked over her, checking her hair, pulling the dress away from 
Lauren's chest to make sure she was wearing nothing else.

"Good girl. Did you have a bath?"

"Yes, about an hour ago."

"All clean?"

"Yes"

"Everywhere?"

Lauren shrugged. "Yeah."

Maria leaned forward, kissed her cheek and took her hand. "Come! Emma, 
you'll have to wait here. We have so little time today, the General has 
to be out of here before five- thirty, so don't fall asleep, OK?"

Emma smiled radiantly at Maria, causing Lauren to look quickly between 
the two girls as she tried to understand Emma's reaction that seem to 
border on enthusiasm. Hand in hand, Lauren trotted barefoot behind 
Maria out from the room towards the lounge. She could hear voices in 
the down the hallway, expectant, excited, certainly more than two or 
three people. Maria pushed the door and the faces turned towards her.

Lauren noticed that the General was sitting on the sofa, clothed in 
army fatigues, bright bars across his chest and a hat on the cushion 
next to him. The curtains in the room had been drawn, and two standard 
lamps were all that had been provided to light the scene. At least 
fifty years old, the General looked fit, almost respectable. His clean 
shaven face betrayed years of outdoor punishment, rugged, almost 
pothole, with deep, dark eyes and the beginnings of a smile. Lauren 
decided that the smile was one to encourage performance, rather than to 
signal affection. Two youngsters, a boy and girl, sat squeezed together 
on one of the fireside chairs where Lauren had slumped on many a boring 
afternoon watching the television. Behind the sofa, chairs had been 
arranged that were now occupied by what looked like the Generals 
entourage, both men and women, all younger than him by at least twenty 
years.

Maria grinned excessively as she approached her uncle. "Uncle, this is 
Lauren. As I mentioned, she's the au pair of Emma, the girl who wants 
to entertain you this afternoon. Lauren has prepared her, and in fact, 
has introduced Emma to some of the wilder pleasures of sex!"

Lauren shot a glance at Maria at the distortion of the truth. She 
thought better of protesting that it was a mutual seduction, anxious 
not to turn the afternoon, already out of her control, into a court 
martial. Lauren heard giggling from behind the sofa, clearly not from 
the seated adults.

"Lauren, sit down here on the floor near the big chair. You can help 
during the first little play that these two are going to put on for our 
entertainment." Maria guided her firmly, pushing her to the floor with 
unnecessary force. Lauren tried to make out more details of the other 
figures behind the sofa but the poor light revealed little else. The 
carpet itched against her thighs so she pulled the short dress under 
her legs as she settled down to watch.

"Now, let me introduce you to Julie and Juan" said Maria, sitting down 
next to her uncle. "Both of them were refugees that we found as part of 
the international effort. They've got their papers to travel, and 
wanted to thank you with their little show!" Mild applause followed, 
giving Lauren a chance to determine the sincerity of the two teenagers. 
Both looked as though they came from wealthy families. Their skin was 
pure, unblemished, hair cut properly. Julie, sitting on the left, had a 
warm, round face, huge dark eyes and high cheek bones which enticed. 
Straight, thick black hair fell over her shoulders, and her eyes were 
fixed on her partner who was squeezed next to her on the big old chair. 
He looked strong, handsome in a local way, dressed similarly to Julie 
with a buttoned shirt and blue jeans. Neither of them wore shoes or 
socks. Lauren watched as Maria rested her head on her uncle's shoulder 
and nestled into him. Her hand slid precariously along his thigh, 
giving Lauren enough reason to believe that either he wasn't her uncle, 
or such family connections meant little in San Falino. She turned back 
to the two adolescents, noticing that the boy's left hand had begun to 
roam.

Lauren caught herself enjoying the entertainment from the very start, 
her attention fixed on his hands and the warmth that the girl must be 
feeling as he felt along her hips, pulling her a little closer to him 
as they debated the timing of their first, timid kiss. Lauren was lost 
in a dream world, unsure whether she would like to be the boy or girl 
snuggled into the chair. Julie's eyes closed as the boy leaned forward, 
his hand pulling her towards him as she simply held his elbow, 
cautious, almost embarrassed. Their lips touched, sticking delightfully 
as they pulled away. Opening their eyes, they smiled at each other 
before leaning again to kiss sweetly, longingly, indicating, at least 
to Lauren, that their intentions were to provide more than a few 
minutes of their display. She realised as well that they were enjoying 
themselves, free from any coercion, or threat to perform, a thought 
confirmed as they both slid deeper into the chair, a smile on the 
girl's face as a hand disappeared underneath her shirt, caressing her 
back.

Lauren glanced at the boy's jeans, determining without doubt that his 
cock was rigid, pushing against his zip in an effort to break free. 
Maria's fingers had also moved, now trailing lightly over the General's 
trousers. Julie moaned quietly as Juan pushed her shirt higher up her 
back. Lauren shifted on the floor, her pussy complaining about it's 
confinement and the way she was sitting. She moved, rearranging 
herself, catching a smirk from Maria as she checked around the room.

Reality hit her, catching her thoughts before they raced away on yet 
another dream- like voyage. Once again, she had allowed herself to be 
trapped, surrounded by people who were less than scrupulous, intent on 
sexual satisfaction at almost any cost. Yet again, her safety was 
probably in danger, and again she was not in control. Lauren ran wild 
thoughts around in her head, trying to determine how she ended up like 
this, after all the warnings, all the signs and a number of 
opportunities to rectify her situation. She recalled the theoretical 
balance she had conjured up, where she tried to weigh her sexual 
adventures, good and bad, to arrive at a balanced existence. She 
calculated that she was deep in the red with her unknown bank manager. 
A final moment of reason posed the question whether she would leave if 
she was offered a chance, but the boy's hand pushed Julie's shirt high 
up her side so that the firm swell of the underside of her breasts came 
into view and Lauren felt her pussy surge with pleasure as adrenaline 
shot through her body.

Julie's hands slowly traced along the boy's arms, up to his shoulders, 
encouraging him in his quest for her nipples. He rubbed over her 
covered breasts with the flat of his hand, circling her young mounds 
with increasing passion as the faintest of moans filled the room. They 
kissed so beautifully, alternating between deep exchanges of their 
tongues and the lightest of kisses, brushing lips against each other's, 
flicking and licking with perfect choreography. Juan found the top 
button of her shirt and flicked it carefully, parting the few inches of 
material to give her an even more casual look. She smiled at him 
between kisses, eyes closed, confident in his arms and caress. Her 
smile turned to a giggle, stifled quickly as Juan pulled the shirt 
apart, popping the next button off with deliberate force. Aroused 
further, she broke their embrace nestling into his neck as he popped 
the remainder. Her young breasts were small, tanned, peaked nicely by 
small nipples that were alert, pointed.

Possessed by new strength, with her shirt pushed to the sides, she 
grabbed his clothing, removing his shirt and tossing it over her 
shoulder dramatically. Their bodies, naked to the waist, embraced 
again, and Lauren could easily imagine the wonderful feeling of their 
teenage flesh, warm and firm, pressed together as their tongues once 
again dueled and their hands roamed with carefree abandon. The girl's 
breasts squashed out between their chests while their legs twisted 
together. Juan felt slowly all the way from her neck, over her 
shoulders and down her back until her reached the tightness of her 
jeans over her slim buttocks. Lauren watched as he slid a hand into one 
of the pockets, squeezing her before advancing boldly to her thighs. 
Leaning back slightly, she toyed with his nipples, tweaking each in 
turn, all the while maintaining a breathless embrace. Her fingers 
splayed apart, delving down towards his navel, widening as she glided 
past and found the bump in his jeans. As though suddenly switched on, 
his actions became firmer, stronger as he pushed hard between her 
thighs, midway between her knee and the zip and button that guarded his 
goal. Slowly, she gave way, parting her legs as best she could in the 
confined chair. Sensing her problem, he took her right leg and hooked 
it over the edge of the chair, running his nails over her thigh and 
slowly caressing her jean-covered vagina for all to see.

Lauren looked at the audience for their reaction and was surprised to 
see the General staring at her. Instantly, she looked back at the two 
teenagers, her mind registering belatedly that Maria appeared to have 
released his cock from the confines of his regulation trousers. Her 
heart beat wildly. Desperately, she hoped that this would be a quick 
demonstration in which she took no active part. Her peripheral vision 
confirmed that the others in his entourage were still seated, although 
she felt that a couple of them were either kissing or moving around a 
little behind the sofa. She kept her eyes firmly fixed on the show, 
shifting again on the floor as she coaxed the circulation back into her 
legs. Still uncomfortable, she leaned back against the sofa, at least 
three feet from the General, but more comfortable as she pulled her 
legs across each other. Happy that nobody could see underneath the 
dress, or knew that it had risen up over her thighs, she returned to 
the two in the chair.

Juan had undone the button of Julie's jeans, revealing further tanned 
skin. Her leg hung tight over the chair as her bottom raised slightly 
off the seat. She too had found his jeans and, breaking their embrace, 
leaned back against the chair, content to feel up and down the obvious 
length of his hard cock. A ripple of pleasure surged through Lauren, 
expectation mounting that she was soon to see both of them naked. She 
looked at the young girl, lying next to the boy, eyes closed, a 
satisfied smile across her lips. Her dark hair cascaded down over her 
shoulders, obscuring her nipples, but following the shape of her young 
breasts.

Feeling her way, the young girl flicked the button of his jeans to 
allow her hand to awkwardly dive down into his underpants. The angle 
made any rhythm difficult, and her attention was diverted as the tell-
tale sound of her zip filled the room. Lauren held her breath, pleased 
suddenly with her front row seat, aroused as she caught sight of the 
tiny white knickers as the zip neared the end of it's travel. Without 
much of a pause, the boy slid his hand around her buttocks and dragged 
her jeans down to her knees in a couple of practiced movements. Her 
legs limited the distance they would travel, and he seemed more than 
content in being able to feel along the smoothness of her inner thighs 
and the thin elastic of the gusset of her knickers. Lauren slipped her 
hand very slowly between her legs, teasing the hairs around her pussy 
that seemed to be arguing which way to go.

"Leave her jeans on!" commanded the General.

The words shook Lauren out of her dream. The afternoon, the danger, all 
flooded back into her life. She glanced across at him, aware that Maria 
had lost her shirt, but for some strange reason was wearing a bra. The 
deep cleavage was more than apparent as she bent low into the General's 
lap and probed the bulb of his red cock with her tongue. Lauren 
swallowed hard.

Julie undid the boy's zip and caught both his jeans and underpants in 
her fingers, tugging hard as he lifted his bottom. The thickness of his 
cock surprised Lauren as it sprung from his underpants, rigid, pointing 
directly at the young girl's head. She completed the job, pushing the 
clothing off his feet as he helped with his hands. Naked, he pulled her 
close to his chest, hiding his erection as best as he could while Julie 
wrapped her fingers around it, pulling gently downwards as the foreskin 
peeled back. Lauren inhaled deeply, mouth open as if to try and taste 
him. She turned her attention back to the girl, her hips well shaped, 
athletically thin, in keeping with her thighs. Her upper body was 
strong, the shoulder-blades prominent, working in concert with the 
muscles of her back. The boy gained courage, pushing inside her small 
knickers, down between her thighs around to her anus. Roughly he 
gripped her in his hand, pulling hard so that she shifted off the arm 
of the chair, down to the floor. On cue, she pushed him into the middle 
of the chair and began to lick slowly from the base of his cock, up to 
the bulging top and down again.

Lauren watched, enthralled as his cock grew shiny with her saliva. She 
could see the dampness between the girl's legs and the tight crease 
where her knickers had been pulled deep between her pussy lips. Her 
small, young bottom bobbed up and down gently in time with her head, a 
matter of inches from Lauren's face. She licked and sucked silently for 
three or four minutes until she pulled him up off the seat and took his 
place. The jeans remained around her knees as he kneeled down between 
her legs. Gripping her feet, he raised them above his head and slid her 
knickers up to join her jeans, exposing her pussy and anus to the room. 
Lauren stifled a gasp as she saw the fine hair around her pussy, 
tailored and cut so perfectly to show off the shape of her vagina. He 
pushed down, opening her legs so that Lauren could see the glistening 
lips of her pussy and the tiny pinkness of her anus. A sense of 
dizziness washed through Lauren, causing her to wonder what she would 
have to do to be a part of their act.

Julie gripped the back of her legs, leaving Juan both hands free to 
part her buttocks before tracing the line between her labia with his 
tongue. There was no doubt in Lauren's mind that the girl was close to 
orgasm, and she watched, detecting the well-known sign as his tongue 
flicked around the hood of her clitoris. While he licked, he ran his 
finger along her labia, absorbing some of the saliva and her arousal. 
His finger stopped at her anus, straightened and then slowly entered 
her as she shook, spreading her legs as far as she could. Obviously 
frustrated, her hips bucked up and down as he ploughed deeper, his 
tongue increasing it's circular motion around her clitoris. The palm of 
his hand approached her buttocks until it was flat against her, the 
middle finger deep inside. He stood, still embedded in her, and 
position his cock at the entrance to her wet vagina. Julie took him in 
her hands, guiding him in as he pushed firmly. Open-mouthed, Lauren 
watched as the boy sank into her, almost feeling his length as her own 
pussy lubricated automatically in sympathy.

His pace increased as they settled into the chair and their rhythm. 
Lauren watched as his red-veined cock pushed into her. The lips of her 
vagina gripped him totally, allowing him to slide in easily, bending 
very slightly as his full length disappeared and his balls struck her 
buttocks. As he pulled back, she just caught sight of the thick roll of 
his foreskin and the purple knob of his cock before he plunged again. 
With a similar rhythm, he pushed into her anus, back and forth, 
twisting and turning his finger while moans grew in volume from the 
teenagers and also behind Lauren. Frantically, the boy seemed to sense 
the moment of no return, and thrust into the girl with renewed 
strength, squashing her deep into the chair as he towered over her. 
Lauren watched his finger flashing in and out of her anus until 
suddenly he shrieked with joy and entered a spasm of long, hard strokes 
while Julie tried to grip him with her legs around his neck. He paused, 
buried full length into the girl, his balls tight up inside him and his 
legs trembling from the exertion. Slipping out of her after several 
moments, he knelt beside the chair, helping her legs down onto the 
ground. A ripple of applause echoed round the room, causing Lauren to 
smile in appreciation. "Don't forget!" said the General, apparently 
to the girl. "Save it!" She nodded, snuggling into the chair. Maria 
seemed to have finished attending to the General, who was naked except 
for his army shirt (and medals).

 Chapter 51

"Lauren" Silence. "Lauren" echoed again, shaking. She opened her eyes, 
the morning light streaming through the window, dazzling her, 
silhouetting Maria. "Hey, wake up, here's coffee!" Lauren rolled onto 
her side, slowly recalling their love making the previous night. Her 
senses told her she was still naked, a distinctly unhealthy stickiness 
between her legs.

"Oh, thanks. What time is it?" asked Lauren, avoiding her eyes.

"About ten. Jamie's up already. Emma looks a lot better. She's 
certainly cooler."

"Good." said Lauren, hoping she would leave, that the subject at the 
forefront of her mind that morning, the same that had kept her awake 
hours after they parted, would be forgotten, never mentioned again.

Maria sat beside her. She was dressed, shirt, trousers, hair done up in 
regulation army style. Her hand rested on the sheet over Lauren's hip, 
greeting her. Their eyes met and Lauren was rewarded by a smile.

"You're a wonderful lover" she said quietly, her hand traveling over 
her side to her shoulders, tracing circles over her tanned flesh. 
Lauren looked at her face, trying to read the expression.

"So are you! I'm a bit tired, aren't you?"

"Mmm, a little. But I've got things to do. You haven't, so you can stay 
there all day, if you wish." The covers slid down, the curves and 
valleys of her breasts revealed as Maria opened her mouth and clasped 
her nipple between her lips. Sunlight shone through her hair, warm and 
gentle as Lauren gulped in air, trying hard to breath regularly as the 
girl squeezed her breasts together and flicked her nipples with her 
tongue. But just as Lauren closed her eyes and prayed the attention 
would travel lower, Maria rose and walked to the door. "Oh, in fact, 
you can stay here until you've considered my little proposition. One 
show, just to cheer him up. That's all! I'll be back this afternoon."

She shut the door behind her. Lauren covered herself, breathing out 
deeply, feeling used, cheated and bewildered. The door clicked, and her 
heart sank. Although she knew the answer, she tip-toed to the door and 
tried the handle. It was locked. She tried another door, presuming it 
went to either a bathroom or an adjoining room. It too was firmly 
locked. No escape, unless she wanted to lose fifty pounds and squeeze 
through the window. Miserably, she trudged back to the bed, turning 
over an assortment of escape plans. Some sensible, some distasteful, 
and others suitable only for comic books.

She realised that Maria had the upper hand. She could split the three 
of them up, transporting each child to another camp. Even just dump 
them by the roadside alone. Or she could probably have them all killed. 
She could also leave her in the room to die of starvation.

On the other hand, maybe if Lauren took part in this demonstration she 
would make sure they were transported to safety. The seed of a deal 
started to sprout in her mind and so she sat, through the morning sun 
and into the afternoon haze, thinking, bemoaning her fate, dreading the 
return of her captor.

Six hours later the lock clattered in the door and Maria reappeared, 
carrying a tray. A plate seemed to be covered with a huge red napkin, 
but she was delighted to see a small jug of water, with tiny beads of 
condensation chasing down the sides. Her eyes fixed on it, tracking 
it's every movement. She could almost taste the cold, clear water that 
swirled in the jug. She smiled as Maria approached and held out her 
hand to take the water.

"Uh uh. Not yet. Now, what have we decided?" Lauren shook her head. 
"What, you've decided nothing?"

"I'll do it on these conditions: there's nobody except your uncle and 
me in the room, and the children don't get to know about it. Also, you 
have our passports for us before I do it, and take us to the border 
afterwards." There, she had recited her speech flawlessly. She watched 
Maria's face, and was disturbed to see a smile creep across her face. 
Maria set the tray down on the floor and sat beside her.

"Lori, my dear." she said, touching the side of her face. "What an 
offer!" She looked down, smiling again. "Hey, look what you've got on! 
My favourite shirt! It suits you" Maria beamed at her, feeling the 
shoulders and the fit. Mischievously, she peeked under the shirt. "Ohh! 
Couldn't find any knickers then?" Lauren felt her touch, fingers 
gliding from her buttocks along the line where her knicker elastic 
should have been. Lauren wondered if she was forgiven, if she had been 
tested and had played her hand well. Maria touched her shoulder, gently 
guiding her back against the pillow.

"You're so pretty." she said, kissing her lips. "Such wonderful 
breasts" she murmured as her lips found her nipples. "And your pussy is 
heaven. Relax" she whispered, kissing her hips, over to her navel and 
down swiftly into her pubic hair. Instinctively, Lauren parted her 
legs, anxious to please the girl, to seal their friendship and gain her 
agreement. Maria gripped her thighs, lapping up from mid thigh to her 
pussy, then pushing both hands under her buttocks to lift her higher. 
Her tongue pressed against her entrance, firm, penetrating, warm and 
soothing. Lauren reached down, gently rubbing the pink folds of skin 
over her clitoris, coaxing it out and generating a bubbling inside that 
flowed through her.

"Oh Lori. Lori. You're such a tart!"

Stunned, humiliated, Lauren shot upright, dragging the covers over 
herself. "Lori, look at you. All I have to do is push you against the 
pillow and you've lost control!"

"You shit!" she squealed, pulling the covers across even tighter.

"Lauren, what does it matter if my uncle has you? He probably only has 
to ask, right?" Lauren lashed out, trying to strike her, but she 
recoiled, anticipating the blow. Maria stood and reached down beside 
the bed for the tray.

"I need the water"

"Course you do. When you're ready." Lauren watched as the girl's eyes 
traveled over the sheets, noting the shape below. She pulled the covers 
tighter. "Since you couldn't agree to last night's suggestion, the deal 
has changed. I want him to have Emma."

"No!" shrieked Lauren. "Bitch!"

Maria held up her hand. "I haven't finished." she stated, the smile 
gone, irritation on her face. "You will be there and so will I. You'll 
do everything that I ask. If you don't agree, I'll have Jamie shipped 
to the front line. You have twenty-four hours." She swung on her heel 
and left. Lauren watched the water disappear, utter dismay setting in. 
She licked her dry lips, thinking that the only moisture they had 
received that day had been from Maria's embrace. The key jangled again 
in the lock and Maria peered round the door. "Oh, by the way, just to 
help you decide, later tonight I'm going to show what I've been doing 
all day. It's a film that stars someone you know!"

Lauren's mind reeled from the thought, the lack of food and water 
contributing to her feeling of weightlessness and inability to 
concentrate. She presumed that she had filmed either Jamie or Emma. 
Maybe she had caught one of them sunbathing, or running around the 
house naked. It was a bit unlikely, but possible. Then it dawned on 
her, the children's desire for each other, their boredom in the house, 
a search for release and entertainment. Perhaps Maria had caught them 
together. Her mind raced, setting up situations, tearing them down, 
building towers of fantasy on the flimsiest foundations.

She wrapped herself tighter in the sheets and shuffled into the corner 
of the bed. She thought of her mother, Nikki, Switzerland and the 
safety of her bedroom. Mentally, she toured the room, opening drawers, 
finding trinkets from years gone by. A lump settled in her throat and 
she began to cry, quietly, her chest heaving with great gulps of air as 
she bit into the bedding. She cursed herself for even thinking that 
Maria wanted to make love to her, for even thinking that her problem 
could have been solved that easily. Her head floated, the lack of food 
now causing her to think poorly, her logic screwed. She flopped back 
onto the bed, watching the ceiling glide by.

Darkness settled into the corners of the room and the sun no longer 
shone through the windows. She knew that within the hour, stars would 
appear. She dreaded the return of Maria and rehearsed clever lines that 
might make her captor see sense. The day faded rapidly, the gloomy dusk 
permeating through the walls to hang like a cloud over her head.

Less than twenty minutes later she heard doors banging in the house, 
footsteps approaching and the bedroom door as it banged noisily against 
the wall.

"Whoops! Sorry about that!" said Maria cheerily. Lauren rolled onto her 
side and watched the woman as she kicked the door shut. Wearing only 
her soldier's shirt and her tight lycra shorts, she carried the tray in 
her hands and once again Lauren tracked the sight of the water, now 
accompanied by fruit. She momentarily closed her eyes in dread as she 
saw the lone video cassette, unlabeled, black and foreboding. "Had a 
good day?"

Lauren lay there silently, a tremble starting in her stomach, a rich 
mixture of anger, hunger and to her disgust, lust. Lauren looked at her 
figure as she placed the tray next to the television. Her tightly cut 
shorts hugged her thighs, the crisp outline disappearing temptingly 
underneath her shirt. She watched as Maria turned, reached behind her 
head and undid the clasp that held her long black hair in a bun. It 
tumbled down over her shoulders, swirling as Maria shook her head for 
maximum effect.

"I'll dispense with the niceties. I'm going to show you a video. If you 
do as I say, you'll get water and food. Otherwise, it's another day for 
you. Understand?" Lauren lay there, silently, her anger brimming. 
"Understand?" shouted Maria.

Lauren shrugged, indicating passive acceptance for the moment. Her gaze 
slid past Maria and over to the tray, perched safely on the chest of 
drawers. She heard the mechanics of the video machine as Maria slotted 
the tape inside and watched almost impassively as she turned, reached 
under her shirt and slid the tight shorts down her legs.

"What are you wearing?" she demanded, grabbing the remote control.

"What?"

"Don't be stupid! What are you wearing?"

"My shirt"

"Knickers?" Lauren nodded. "Stand up!" Lauren obeyed, her head light, 
blood rushing out as she teetered by the side of the bed. "Lift your 
shirt, show me!"

Lauren looked at the floor between them, gathering the long shirt tails 
and bunching them at the side. She tried to look down at herself but 
her balance suffered.

"Take your knickers off!"

Lauren fumbled, trying to keep the shirt up while using her other hand 
to slip the material over her hips. Eventually, her knickers tumbled to 
the floor and she stood there, now frightened at the tone of the 
woman's voice and her plans for their evening's entertainment. Her hand 
sneaked down between her thighs, covering her pubic hair.

"Lauren, I'm going to trust you to do as I say one last time. OK?" She 
moved towards the bathroom door and produced a key. "I'm going to let 
you go to the toilet now but I expect you to do as I say. Do you 
understand?" Lauren nodded, relief percolating through her body as she 
envisioned the toilet, the sight of the water in the bowl. "Come on 
then" Lauren followed her, slipping past her before sitting on the 
toilet thankfully. She looked up at Maria, her eyes indicating that she 
wanted her to leave.

Shaking her head, Maria stood right in front of her, pushing her knees 
apart. "Arms up! And spread your legs, wide now!" Maria grabbed the 
tail of Lauren's shirt and pulled, caressing her breasts as it went 
over her head. Lauren's groan was accompanied by a gushing sound as her 
bowels let go and the hot stream shot down into the bowl. "Wider. And 
look up at me!" Lauren felt the ache in her bladder as the torrent 
continued and saw the pleasure in Maria's face as she bent down and 
placed a kiss on her lips. Hands trailed from her shoulders down over 
her breasts, causing such a state of confusion in her mind that she 
thought she would cry. She was at a total loss whether to respond, slap 
her face or simply fall to the floor in tears. Looking for guidance, 
she opened her eyes just as Maria pushed her wet tongue between her 
lips, flicking along her teeth. Lauren sucked greedily, the woman's 
saliva welcome in overcoming her own dryness.

Abruptly, Maria broke away and reached for a flannel by the sink. 
Lauren watched almost in pain as pure, warm water flowed from the tap.

"I'm going to wash your pussy before we watch the film. Do you 
understand?"

"Mmm" replied Lauren, a delicate trickle playing into the toilet. Maria 
stood in front of her, watching, her eyes roaming between the anguish 
on Lauren's face, down over her firm, tanned breasts to the gaping 
vagina that had been cruelly exposed.

"Oh, Lauren! Looks like this is a bit of a turn-on for you, right?" 
Lauren shrugged, knowing full well that the warmth between her legs had 
slowly spread inside her in expectation. Her eyes focused on the 
flannel as Maria squatted in front of her and began to wipe her clean. 
She closed her eyes in delight as the wonderful heat aroused her 
further. Maria gently glided over her pussy lips, wiping up one side 
then down the other, pushing very slightly into her vagina. Lauren 
gripped her shoulders to steady herself, communicating the intensity of 
her pleasure as her fingers dug into the woman's skin. Her mouth dried 
even further as her breathing became stronger, noisier. She slid 
further forward, hoping that a finger would dive into her hot sex. 
Alarm bells rang in her head, reminding her of the last encounter she 
had experienced with Maria, and how she had been rebuffed so cruelly.

"Since you've done as I asked, I'm going to let you have some water, 
OK?"

"Oh thank you!" said Lauren, desperately, her need for water ten times 
that for sex. Maria returned with the bottle and stood in front of her 
again. Nodding down at her vagina, she silently waited for Lauren to 
assume her spread position before pouring the water for her. Lauren 
drank greedily, spilling the icy water over her breasts in the process. 
She stopped after half a glass, feeling a rebellious bubbling from 
inside. Shakily, she handed the glass back to Maria.

"Very good. Now into the bath. We need to wash your hair." Lauren rose 
dutifully and stepped into the empty bath, cautiously watching Maria. 
She was shaking visibly now, the lack of food and the anxiety mixing to 
the next level of nervousness. "Lean back on your elbows or it'll all 
go in your eyes, won't it?" chided Maria as she unhooked the showerhead 
and ran the water. Once she was satisfied with the temperature, she 
quickly dampened Lauren's hair before letting the shower dangle in the 
bath behind Lauren. She unscrewed the top of the shampoo bottle and 
dribbled the thick liquid over Lauren's thighs, causing her to squeal 
and shift in the bath. "Open your legs, as wide as you can!" she 
commanded.

Still leaning back on her elbows, Lauren did as she was told, resting 
her knees against the edge of the bath. She could feel another trail of 
the cold slippery shampoo just above her pubic hair, and knew it was 
heading relentlessly down towards her pussy. As it flowed it slowly 
warmed up, until it dribbled across the tiny folds around her clitoris 
and onward over the opening to her vagina. Slowly, it trailed down 
towards her anus, then between the cheeks of her bottom and onto the 
surface of the bath. The light touch of fingers gave her a start, but 
her surprise gave way to pleasure as the fingers kneaded the shampoo 
over her pussy, slowly circling her clitoris, delving very slightly 
inside her pussy with the grace and sensuality of an adept lover.

The fingers took their time, now circling over her labia, caressing her 
gently, swirling in time with her breathing. Lauren felt her head 
swaying, her neck hurting as her head lolled back, eyes closed, fire 
below her rippling stomach muscles. Lower now, traversing the tiny 
chasm between her pussy and anus, gathering the shampoo from her 
thighs and massaging around her tight anus.

More dribbles, higher, from her navel up to her nipples. She shuddered 
with the cold shock, feeling the tingle in her breasts as they too 
responded to the liquid caress. Finally, she felt the shampoo in her 
hair, heard the clunk of the bottle and felt the gentle hands massaging 
her hair, spreading the lather.

"Lauren, you have a beautiful body, you know?" asked Maria. "So 
responsive. You're so easy to turn on. I should think you can hardly 
control yourself when you're with Emma, right?" asked Maria, circling 
Lauren's breast with bubbles. Lauren shrugged, her mind feebly trying 
to analyse the impact of the comment. Maria dabbed two soapy blobs on 
her nipples, giggling lightly as they both stayed in place. She rinsed 
her hair and applied the shampoo again, rubbing up a rich lather again. 
Lauren's arms ached and she shifted in the bath, looking for a more 
relaxing position. She felt a towel across her forehead, soft and warm. 
She opened her eyes, half smiling as she saw Maria shrugging off her 
shirt, her large breasts revealed. Her gaze rested between the woman's 
legs, the parted labia clear, allowing the slightest hint of her 
clitoris to show through the dark pubic hair. Lust stirred in Lauren's 
stomach, coursing through her veins. She watched as Maria raised her 
left leg and stepped into the bath, facing away from her.

Now straddled either side by the taut firmness of Maria's legs, she 
shifted and looked up, admiring the delicacy of her pussy and the 
tightness of her bottom. Maria slowly sank into the confines of the 
bath, her thighs pushing Lauren up slightly. Maria found the shower and 
rinsed off Lauren, paying special attention to her pussy and anus. 
Lauren couldn't see Maria's hands, but could feel her exploring, 
rinsing and testing her skin for any remains of the shampoo. Finally, 
Maria ran the spray across her own back, forming rivulets that ran 
down, off her buttocks and over Lauren's shoulders and chest. Maria 
descended lower, her pussy now inches from Lauren's mouth, the clitoris 
fully in view, pink, proud and purring for attention.

Maria reached for the soap and rubbed it between her hands before 
applying it to the channel of Lauren's buttocks. She felt the woman's 
fingers slowly circling her anus, teasing now and again with a finger 
tip inside her. Lauren pushed her bottom up, encouraging, demanding 
greater depth but Maria continued her wanderings, involving her pussy, 
tracing each of her labia between her fingers, circling her clitoris 
before soaping her inner thighs. Lauren moaned, the hunger for food and 
satisfaction now mingled into one almighty demand. Suddenly, Maria 
shoved her middle finger as deep as she could into Lauren's anus, 
making her shriek loudly and buck up against her hand. As if in 
response, Maria sat on her face, smothering her, wriggling as though 
commanding Lauren to suck and lick or suffer. The finger in her anus 
withdrew, then returned, hard, straight, deep inside.

Lauren pushed her tongue out, finding the sweet juice of the woman 
ready to flow, and with each probe of her tongue, the floodgates opened 
slightly wider, rewarding her with the taste that she had come to love 
all too often. She felt Maria's push a thumb against her vagina, 
seeking out the other entrance to her body that would take her over the 
top. Lauren reciprocated, freeing her hands from the side of the bath 
to grab Maria's buttocks, spreading her cheeks before circling her anus 
for the shortest time. Without ceremony, Lauren pushed inside her anus 
with her thumb, feeling the tight muscles give way until she was inside 
the warmth of the woman. The very thought doubled the lust inside her, 
pushing her orgasm closer to reality. With her tongue deep inside 
Maria, she thrust again, withdrew and thrust, keeping up a steady 
rhythm in time with Maria. Lauren's hips shook as her knees banged on 
the side of the bath. She was convinced she was about to feint but 
couldn't have cared less. Maria increased her speed, pushing, turning 
and pushing again into both orifices as she gripped Lauren tightly with 
her thighs.

Lauren felt the tight anal walls pulsing around her thumb, and sensing 
the final push, she flicked between the woman's vagina and her 
clitoris, pleased beyond belief as she heard her squeal with delight. 
Maria pushed her left hand under Lauren's bottom, pulling her higher, 
grabbing her buttocks. With an almighty groan, Lauren came, the heat 
bursting from her sex as she shook in oblivion. Maria sank onto 
Lauren's face, quivering delightedly as she too came gently on the 
younger girl's tongue.

For several minutes, they remained locked together. Lauren floated in 
no-man's land, her mind drifting, her throat dry and her shivering once 
again uncontrollable. Maria slowly removed her fingers and slid round 
in the bath, sinking down on top of Lauren as they hugged in each 
other's arms. They slid together, the soap spreading over them 
gradually as their embrace lingered.

As their breathing slowed, Maria slipped over to the side, pulled the 
shower attachment towards herself and directed the water over Lauren. 
It warmed her, and dribbles splashed into her open mouth.

"Lauren, I had intended to punish you this evening." she said 
thoughtfully. Lauren caught her gaze momentarily before blinking and 
looking at the suds in the bath. Maria shifted away from her, bracing 
her legs against the sides of the bath as she laid back against the 
other end, facing Lauren. Her pussy pouted, the wrinkled lips wide, 
flowering with their promise of warmth, sweetness and delight. "I 
wanted to punish you, and decided this afternoon to have you tied and 
thrashed."

"What....?" muttered Lauren, startled by the severity of her captor's 
anger.

"Shh! I changed my mind!" Maria dribbled the shower over her own body, 
droplets spraying over her large breasts. Lauren watched as they 
coursed down, past her navel and through the dark mat of her pubic 
hair. Down to her anus, the dark hole where she had already pushed her 
tongue, hard, probing until her jaw hurt. So clean that it tasted of 
nothing but soap, so sensitive that it gripped her tongue in waves of 
energy, pulsing randomly with such force that Lauren wanted to giggle 
with delight. "I changed my mind because you're such a delight." she 
whispered. Maria caressed her breasts with the shower and her hand, 
both lightly playing with her nipples. "You're such a responsive lover, 
so generous."

Lauren could think of nothing to say that would sound good, or might 
ensure their freedom. She licked her lips, guiding water over her 
tongue. "Lauren, I think I can trust you to behave tomorrow. I want you 
to explain to Emma what's going to happen. Prepare her. We start at 
about four in the afternoon. He has to be gone by five, and there's all 
sorts of entertainment planned, not just you."

Their eyes met. Lauren's heart pounded. She knew she was going to agree 
to cooperate, but the words stuck in her mouth. She clung to the hope 
that Maria would mention more about their eventual release from the 
house, but it seemed foolish to ask again after her demands the 
previous night had been so brusquely rebuffed.

"Deal?"

"OK. I just want to go home, that's all."

"Course you do. You will, you just need to, well, to pay your way." She 
stood, smiling radiantly. "Good, I'm glad we understand each other." 
said Maria, placing one foot on the floor. Her pussy gleamed, the lips 
shining where the pubic hair gave way to the purity and delicacy of her 
labia. Lauren cursed the feeling brewing once again deep inside her. 
"Now, I'll let you tell Emma tonight." She stood briefly in front of 
Lauren, then turned, grabbed a towel and left.

Lauren shivered in the coolness of the room, running through the 
scenarios of the following hours, rehearsing lines that would break the 
news to Emma that she was to be once again the pleasure of a stranger.

Lauren dried herself, pulled on a clean shirt, and tried the door. It 
opened, revealing the hallway. Less than a minute later, Lauren opened 
the door to her room.

"Lauren, where the hell have you been?" said Emma angrily.

"What?" stuttered Lauren, noting the heat and anger in Emma's voice. In 
her mind she had prepared for hugs and kisses all round, not 
accusations of desertion. "Maria locked me in her room. Do you feel 
better?"

"Lauren, she said that you were staying with her for a while. That you 
were lovers!"

"Don't be stupid. I couldn't get out."

"So why are you out now?"

"Because I agreed." And slowly, Emma managed to ask all the wrong 
questions that led to the explanation of the entertainment the 
following day.

"No fucking way!" shouted Emma, curling up on her bed.

"Watch your language, young lady! We're in trouble. She wants you to 
'perform', as she calls it, with her uncle. There'll be others there as 
well, including me. I don't know what they want me to do. If we don't, 
Jamie goes to the front line."

Emma sat up, glaring at her. "Lori, did you make love to her in the 
bath just now?" Lauren glowed red, desperately trying to find some 
place to hide her eyes. "I knew, it! I just knew it! Why should I 
believe anything you say. I'm left here for two days, ill, while you go 
and get laid!"

"It wasn't like that." insisted Lauren defiantly, her own voice now 
raised. "She locked the door and wouldn't give me food or water." Emma 
was silent although her body shook occasionally as her tears flowed. 
Lauren sat down on her bed and touched her shoulder. Emma shrugged her 
off. "Emma, I promise, I couldn't get out."

"But why did you have sex with her? Eh? Did she force you?"

"No"

"No, course not." Emma looked up, her eyes red and wet.

"She mentioned a film. Did you know about a film she had?" The little 
girl recoiled as though she had suddenly snapped out of a day- dream. 
For Lauren, that was enough.


Chapter 52

During the morning, Lauren spent her time either avoiding Maria or 
looking at her watch, counting the minutes before four o'clock. Maria 
had carefully laid out some juvenile clothing for the girls - pale 
yellow floral print dresses with large white buttons down the front. 
Lauren held hers against her body and grimaced. Five years ago she 
could have worn it in mid-summer, but her tastes had moved on. But her 
dismay was tempered by the fact that Maria had delivered thin, almost 
see-though briefs, cut high and short that accentuated her dark thighs 
and the firmness of her buttocks. As the morning wore on, Emma seemed 
to accept that Lauren had told mostly the truth, and that their fate 
was to be decided that afternoon. Her sulky silence gave way to small 
talk, followed by outright babbling, until just after lunchtime when 
the two girls returned to their room. Emma slipped over onto Lauren's 
bed and nestled down against her shoulder, lightly cupping her breast.

"Can't see why Maria didn't get us some decent clothes earlier" said 
Emma, the warmth of her breath tingling her nipples.

"No reason to. You're going to look good in yours, you know."

"And you. You always look beautiful. You could wear a potato sack and 
look good."

"Maybe if it was over my head." said Lauren, smiling at the thought.

"That's stupid."

"No, you're the pretty one"

Lauren felt a tightening in her throat as the tiny fingers toyed with 
her nipple. Her heart beat loudly as their bodies warmed together, legs 
entwined, their warmth shared as both their shirts rode up. She knew it 
would be a simple matter to reciprocate, to lift her lips up to her own 
and gently kiss her, even just to cup her buttocks and trail her 
fingers through the young valley. But she resisted the urge, settling 
for a tight hug and a kiss to her forehead.

"What do you think they'll want me to do?" asked Emma.

"I'm not sure. I think Maria wants you to have sex with her uncle. He's 
a General in their army. Seems to control most of the south."

"What else?"

Lauren shrugged, barely disguising her shock at the question. She had 
at least expected protest, tears, fear in the young girl's eyes. "I 
don't know any more, I'm sorry." Lauren shifted, dis-entangling. "But 
I'll be there". She swung her legs over the side of the bed, taking the 
opportunity to glance between Emma's young thighs. "If they do anything 
disgusting, I'll get them to stop." Silence. Lauren felt her sphincter 
tightening, concern rippling through her body. She thought of home, 
Switzerland, warmth and security. For the hundredth time in less than a 
week, she wondered if they should have stayed in Boquette rather than 
venture out with all the other refugees.

"Lori, I'm sorry if I shouted at you. Really I am." said Emma. The 
little girl's legs parted slightly.

"It's OK. We're all very nervous, right? Tell you what, let's have a 
long bath together".

Delightedly, Emma bounced off the bed and headed with Lauren to the 
bathroom. For the next hour, they played like two schoolgirls in the 
bath. Outwardly, their giggling and splashing might have seemed to be 
carefree, expectant. But their glances into each other's eyes betrayed 
their fears. And as the water drained away and the minutes slipped by, 
the chatter died down.

The sound of strangers could be heard in the house, and during a sudden 
flurry of activity, Lauren sensed the General's arrival. Maria strode 
into the room less than ten minutes later. She wore makeup, delicately 
enhancing the depth of her eyes and the sensuous curve of her lips.

"Good, Lauren, come here" she commanded, standing just inside the 
doorway, looking down at a spot less than a foot in front of her. 
Lauren slipped off the bed and stood as ordered, feeling Maria's hands 
over her buttocks and between her legs, fingers gliding along the 
length of her labia, caressing her through the sheer fabric. The woman 
looked over her, checking her hair, pulling the dress away from 
Lauren's chest to make sure she was wearing nothing else.

"Good girl. Did you have a bath?"

"Yes, about an hour ago."

"All clean?"

"Yes"

"Everywhere?"

Lauren shrugged. "Yeah."

Maria leaned forward, kissed her cheek and took her hand. "Come! Emma, 
you'll have to wait here. We have so little time today, the General has 
to be out of here before five- thirty, so don't fall asleep, OK?"

Emma smiled radiantly at Maria, causing Lauren to look quickly between 
the two girls as she tried to understand Emma's reaction that seem to 
border on enthusiasm. Hand in hand, Lauren trotted barefoot behind 
Maria out from the room towards the lounge. She could hear voices in 
the down the hallway, expectant, excited, certainly more than two or 
three people. Maria pushed the door and the faces turned towards her.

Lauren noticed that the General was sitting on the sofa, clothed in 
army fatigues, bright bars across his chest and a hat on the cushion 
next to him. The curtains in the room had been drawn, and two standard 
lamps were all that had been provided to light the scene. At least 
fifty years old, the General looked fit, almost respectable. His clean 
shaven face betrayed years of outdoor punishment, rugged, almost 
pothole, with deep, dark eyes and the beginnings of a smile. Lauren 
decided that the smile was one to encourage performance, rather than to 
signal affection. Two youngsters, a boy and girl, sat squeezed together 
on one of the fireside chairs where Lauren had slumped on many a boring 
afternoon watching the television. Behind the sofa, chairs had been 
arranged that were now occupied by what looked like the Generals 
entourage, both men and women, all younger than him by at least twenty 
years.

Maria grinned excessively as she approached her uncle. "Uncle, this is 
Lauren. As I mentioned, she's the au pair of Emma, the girl who wants 
to entertain you this afternoon. Lauren has prepared her, and in fact, 
has introduced Emma to some of the wilder pleasures of sex!"

Lauren shot a glance at Maria at the distortion of the truth. She 
thought better of protesting that it was a mutual seduction, anxious 
not to turn the afternoon, already out of her control, into a court 
martial. Lauren heard giggling from behind the sofa, clearly not from 
the seated adults.

"Lauren, sit down here on the floor near the big chair. You can help 
during the first little play that these two are going to put on for our 
entertainment." Maria guided her firmly, pushing her to the floor with 
unnecessary force. Lauren tried to make out more details of the other 
figures behind the sofa but the poor light revealed little else. The 
carpet itched against her thighs so she pulled the short dress under 
her legs as she settled down to watch.

"Now, let me introduce you to Julie and Juan" said Maria, sitting down 
next to her uncle. "Both of them were refugees that we found as part of 
the international effort. They've got their papers to travel, and 
wanted to thank you with their little show!" Mild applause followed, 
giving Lauren a chance to determine the sincerity of the two teenagers. 
Both looked as though they came from wealthy families. Their skin was 
pure, unblemished, hair cut properly. Julie, sitting on the left, had a 
warm, round face, huge dark eyes and high cheek bones which enticed. 
Straight, thick black hair fell over her shoulders, and her eyes were 
fixed on her partner who was squeezed next to her on the big old chair. 
He looked strong, handsome in a local way, dressed similarly to Julie 
with a buttoned shirt and blue jeans. Neither of them wore shoes or 
socks. Lauren watched as Maria rested her head on her uncle's shoulder 
and nestled into him. Her hand slid precariously along his thigh, 
giving Lauren enough reason to believe that either he wasn't her uncle, 
or such family connections meant little in San Falino. She turned back 
to the two adolescents, noticing that the boy's left hand had begun to 
roam.

Lauren caught herself enjoying the entertainment from the very start, 
her attention fixed on his hands and the warmth that the girl must be 
feeling as he felt along her hips, pulling her a little closer to him 
as they debated the timing of their first, timid kiss. Lauren was lost 
in a dream world, unsure whether she would like to be the boy or girl 
snuggled into the chair. Julie's eyes closed as the boy leaned forward, 
his hand pulling her towards him as she simply held his elbow, 
cautious, almost embarrassed. Their lips touched, sticking delightfully 
as they pulled away. Opening their eyes, they smiled at each other 
before leaning again to kiss sweetly, longingly, indicating, at least 
to Lauren, that their intentions were to provide more than a few 
minutes of their display. She realised as well that they were enjoying 
themselves, free from any coercion, or threat to perform, a thought 
confirmed as they both slid deeper into the chair, a smile on the 
girl's face as a hand disappeared underneath her shirt, caressing her 
back.

Lauren glanced at the boy's jeans, determining without doubt that his 
cock was rigid, pushing against his zip in an effort to break free. 
Maria's fingers had also moved, now trailing lightly over the General's 
trousers. Julie moaned quietly as Juan pushed her shirt higher up her 
back. Lauren shifted on the floor, her pussy complaining about it's 
confinement and the way she was sitting. She moved, rearranging 
herself, catching a smirk from Maria as she checked around the room.

Reality hit her, catching her thoughts before they raced away on yet 
another dream- like voyage. Once again, she had allowed herself to be 
trapped, surrounded by people who were less than scrupulous, intent on 
sexual satisfaction at almost any cost. Yet again, her safety was 
probably in danger, and again she was not in control. Lauren ran wild 
thoughts around in her head, trying to determine how she ended up like 
this, after all the warnings, all the signs and a number of 
opportunities to rectify her situation. She recalled the theoretical 
balance she had conjured up, where she tried to weigh her sexual 
adventures, good and bad, to arrive at a balanced existence. She 
calculated that she was deep in the red with her unknown bank manager. 
A final moment of reason posed the question whether she would leave if 
she was offered a chance, but the boy's hand pushed Julie's shirt high 
up her side so that the firm swell of the underside of her breasts came 
into view and Lauren felt her pussy surge with pleasure as adrenaline 
shot through her body.

Julie's hands slowly traced along the boy's arms, up to his shoulders, 
encouraging him in his quest for her nipples. He rubbed over her 
covered breasts with the flat of his hand, circling her young mounds 
with increasing passion as the faintest of moans filled the room. They 
kissed so beautifully, alternating between deep exchanges of their 
tongues and the lightest of kisses, brushing lips against each other's, 
flicking and licking with perfect choreography. Juan found the top 
button of her shirt and flicked it carefully, parting the few inches of 
material to give her an even more casual look. She smiled at him 
between kisses, eyes closed, confident in his arms and caress. Her 
smile turned to a giggle, stifled quickly as Juan pulled the shirt 
apart, popping the next button off with deliberate force. Aroused 
further, she broke their embrace nestling into his neck as he popped 
the remainder. Her young breasts were small, tanned, peaked nicely by 
small nipples that were alert, pointed.

Possessed by new strength, with her shirt pushed to the sides, she 
grabbed his clothing, removing his shirt and tossing it over her 
shoulder dramatically. Their bodies, naked to the waist, embraced 
again, and Lauren could easily imagine the wonderful feeling of their 
teenage flesh, warm and firm, pressed together as their tongues once 
again dueled and their hands roamed with carefree abandon. The girl's 
breasts squashed out between their chests while their legs twisted 
together. Juan felt slowly all the way from her neck, over her 
shoulders and down her back until her reached the tightness of her 
jeans over her slim buttocks. Lauren watched as he slid a hand into one 
of the pockets, squeezing her before advancing boldly to her thighs. 
Leaning back slightly, she toyed with his nipples, tweaking each in 
turn, all the while maintaining a breathless embrace. Her fingers 
splayed apart, delving down towards his navel, widening as she glided 
past and found the bump in his jeans. As though suddenly switched on, 
his actions became firmer, stronger as he pushed hard between her 
thighs, midway between her knee and the zip and button that guarded his 
goal. Slowly, she gave way, parting her legs as best she could in the 
confined chair. Sensing her problem, he took her right leg and hooked 
it over the edge of the chair, running his nails over her thigh and 
slowly caressing her jean-covered vagina for all to see.

Lauren looked at the audience for their reaction and was surprised to 
see the General staring at her. Instantly, she looked back at the two 
teenagers, her mind registering belatedly that Maria appeared to have 
released his cock from the confines of his regulation trousers. Her 
heart beat wildly. Desperately, she hoped that this would be a quick 
demonstration in which she took no active part. Her peripheral vision 
confirmed that the others in his entourage were still seated, although 
she felt that a couple of them were either kissing or moving around a 
little behind the sofa. She kept her eyes firmly fixed on the show, 
shifting again on the floor as she coaxed the circulation back into her 
legs. Still uncomfortable, she leaned back against the sofa, at least 
three feet from the General, but more comfortable as she pulled her 
legs across each other. Happy that nobody could see underneath the 
dress, or knew that it had risen up over her thighs, she returned to 
the two in the chair.

Juan had undone the button of Julie's jeans, revealing further tanned 
skin. Her leg hung tight over the chair as her bottom raised slightly 
off the seat. She too had found his jeans and, breaking their embrace, 
leaned back against the chair, content to feel up and down the obvious 
length of his hard cock. A ripple of pleasure surged through Lauren, 
expectation mounting that she was soon to see both of them naked. She 
looked at the young girl, lying next to the boy, eyes closed, a 
satisfied smile across her lips. Her dark hair cascaded down over her 
shoulders, obscuring her nipples, but following the shape of her young 
breasts.

Feeling her way, the young girl flicked the button of his jeans to 
allow her hand to awkwardly dive down into his underpants. The angle 
made any rhythm difficult, and her attention was diverted as the tell-
tale sound of her zip filled the room. Lauren held her breath, pleased 
suddenly with her front row seat, aroused as she caught sight of the 
tiny white knickers as the zip neared the end of it's travel. Without 
much of a pause, the boy slid his hand around her buttocks and dragged 
her jeans down to her knees in a couple of practiced movements. Her 
legs limited the distance they would travel, and he seemed more than 
content in being able to feel along the smoothness of her inner thighs 
and the thin elastic of the gusset of her knickers. Lauren slipped her 
hand very slowly between her legs, teasing the hairs around her pussy 
that seemed to be arguing which way to go.

"Leave her jeans on!" commanded the General.

The words shook Lauren out of her dream. The afternoon, the danger, all 
flooded back into her life. She glanced across at him, aware that Maria 
had lost her shirt, but for some strange reason was wearing a bra. The 
deep cleavage was more than apparent as she bent low into the General's 
lap and probed the bulb of his red cock with her tongue. Lauren 
swallowed hard.

Julie undid the boy's zip and caught both his jeans and underpants in 
her fingers, tugging hard as he lifted his bottom. The thickness of his 
cock surprised Lauren as it sprung from his underpants, rigid, pointing 
directly at the young girl's head. She completed the job, pushing the 
clothing off his feet as he helped with his hands. Naked, he pulled her 
close to his chest, hiding his erection as best as he could while Julie 
wrapped her fingers around it, pulling gently downwards as the foreskin 
peeled back. Lauren inhaled deeply, mouth open as if to try and taste 
him. She turned her attention back to the girl, her hips well shaped, 
athletically thin, in keeping with her thighs. Her upper body was 
strong, the shoulder-blades prominent, working in concert with the 
muscles of her back. The boy gained courage, pushing inside her small 
knickers, down between her thighs around to her anus. Roughly he 
gripped her in his hand, pulling hard so that she shifted off the arm 
of the chair, down to the floor. On cue, she pushed him into the middle 
of the chair and began to lick slowly from the base of his cock, up to 
the bulging top and down again.

Lauren watched, enthralled as his cock grew shiny with her saliva. She 
could see the dampness between the girl's legs and the tight crease 
where her knickers had been pulled deep between her pussy lips. Her 
small, young bottom bobbed up and down gently in time with her head, a 
matter of inches from Lauren's face. She licked and sucked silently for 
three or four minutes until she pulled him up off the seat and took his 
place. The jeans remained around her knees as he kneeled down between 
her legs. Gripping her feet, he raised them above his head and slid her 
knickers up to join her jeans, exposing her pussy and anus to the room. 
Lauren stifled a gasp as she saw the fine hair around her pussy, 
tailored and cut so perfectly to show off the shape of her vagina. He 
pushed down, opening her legs so that Lauren could see the glistening 
lips of her pussy and the tiny pinkness of her anus. A sense of 
dizziness washed through Lauren, causing her to wonder what she would 
have to do to be a part of their act.

Julie gripped the back of her legs, leaving Juan both hands free to 
part her buttocks before tracing the line between her labia with his 
tongue. There was no doubt in Lauren's mind that the girl was close to 
orgasm, and she watched, detecting the well-known sign as his tongue 
flicked around the hood of her clitoris. While he licked, he ran his 
finger along her labia, absorbing some of the saliva and her arousal. 
His finger stopped at her anus, straightened and then slowly entered 
her as she shook, spreading her legs as far as she could. Obviously 
frustrated, her hips bucked up and down as he ploughed deeper, his 
tongue increasing it's circular motion around her clitoris. The palm of 
his hand approached her buttocks until it was flat against her, the 
middle finger deep inside. He stood, still embedded in her, and 
position his cock at the entrance to her wet vagina. Julie took him in 
her hands, guiding him in as he pushed firmly. Open-mouthed, Lauren 
watched as the boy sank into her, almost feeling his length as her own 
pussy lubricated automatically in sympathy.

His pace increased as they settled into the chair and their rhythm. 
Lauren watched as his red-veined cock pushed into her. The lips of her 
vagina gripped him totally, allowing him to slide in easily, bending 
very slightly as his full length disappeared and his balls struck her 
buttocks. As he pulled back, she just caught sight of the thick roll of 
his foreskin and the purple knob of his cock before he plunged again. 
With a similar rhythm, he pushed into her anus, back and forth, 
twisting and turning his finger while moans grew in volume from the 
teenagers and also behind Lauren. Frantically, the boy seemed to sense 
the moment of no return, and thrust into the girl with renewed 
strength, squashing her deep into the chair as he towered over her. 
Lauren watched his finger flashing in and out of her anus until 
suddenly he shrieked with joy and entered a spasm of long, hard strokes 
while Julie tried to grip him with her legs around his neck. He paused, 
buried full length into the girl, his balls tight up inside him and his 
legs trembling from the exertion. Slipping out of her after several 
moments, he knelt beside the chair, helping her legs down onto the 
ground. A ripple of applause echoed round the room, causing Lauren to 
smile in appreciation.

"Don't forget!" said the General, apparently to the girl. "Save it!" 
She nodded, snuggling into the chair. Maria seemed to have finished 
attending to the General, who was naked except for his army shirt (and 
medals).

 Chapter 53

"Very good, you two." said Maria, "that was great, well done. Have a 
rest and watch the next part of the show." She rose, revealing she wore 
knickers and the white bra. Lauren, in an attempt to be invisible, 
glanced back at the two youngsters, now cuddled up again together on 
the chair. She knew where Maria had gone, certain that she would return 
with the young girl who was meant to be in her protection.

Lauren mentally shrugged. The girl wasn't a virgin and was more 
sexually active that some girls twice her age. She had shown 
considerable appetite for adventure in sexual matters, not least with 
her abroad in the hotel. God, she thought, back home the girl had even 
poured cream over herself as a turn on. What was an au pair meant to 
do, look the other way? Her mother really had no idea about the 
pressures she had been subjected to over the previous few months. And 
then the war! Well, everyone knows that strange things happen in wars. 
The door opened and the room fell silent.

The most immediate anomaly that struck Lauren was that Emma was 
smiling, not from nerves, but clearly as a result of a conversation 
with Maria. They looked friendly, walking closely together. Emma stood 
by the chair as Maria slipped back onto the sofa, grinning at Emma as 
she once again took the General's cock in her fist and nurtured him 
back to life. Lauren looked at the little girl, upright above her, legs 
together, bare feet deliciously tanned, hinting of the pleasure beneath 
the pretty summer dress. Her hair lay loosely over her shoulders, the 
tight curls glistening in the light. Emma smiled down at Lauren.

"Lauren, you and I can prepare her. Julie, come over here and keep our 
visitor amused" she ordered, guiding Julie onto the sofa in her place. 
She paused briefly to watch as Julie took hold of the General's bobbing 
cock, then slipped across to kneel at Emma's feet. "OK, let's unwrap 
her!" she said, smiling at Lauren. Her cleavage once again caught 
Lauren's gaze as she bent towards Emma and flicked the first button 
undone at the bottom of the dress. Lauren dealt with the second and 
third while Maria worked her way higher. Both Lauren and Maria stood as 
her knickers appeared, the faintest of blonde wisps beneath the 
translucent material.

A general hush descended on the room, followed by appreciative gasps as 
Maria slipped the sides of the dress apart, allowing everyone to see 
the young shape of her hips and the little-girl legs. Her labia showed 
her femininity as Maria ran her hands over the backs of her legs.

"Sit down on the chair" she said, never taking her eyes of Emma's 
pussy. Maria considered Emma's position, eventually deciding that she 
was too low in the chair, and grabbed a couple of cushions from the 
sofa. She slid them under the little girl's bottom, checking that she 
was raised high enough for her plans. "Emma, you look beautiful, 
absolutely lovely." Emma smiled radiantly at her, glancing up quickly 
at Lauren.

"You're right, she is beautiful." replied Lauren. Maria patted the 
ground at Emma's feet.

"Good enough to eat, right?" suggested Maria. She ran her hands along 
the girl's thighs, slowly parting them as she leaned forward, kissing 
her lightly, trailing her tongue closer to her sex. Emma inhaled 
slowly, loudly as she sank lower in the chair. Her legs parted 
voluntarily. "Lauren, take off my underwear" said Maria. Lauren 
obliged, flicking the catch on her bra, then pulling her silky knickers 
down over her buttocks. She caught the dampness of the crotch, the 
stickiness good between her fingers, the musky scent heavy in the air. 
A surge of lust shot through Lauren as she saw Maria's pussy, tight 
between her buttocks, and then glanced up the length of her body to see 
that she now had her tongue within an inch of Emma's aroused pussy.

"You too. Let Julie and Juan do it for you."

"No, I'll just watch."

Maria's eyes widened. "Come here" she whispered. Lauren shuffled across 
to Maria, half knowing what was coming. "Lauren!" she hissed, "do it, 
or today will be your last day. No joke. Save yourself!" She felt her 
gut tighten at the words, looked into Maria's eyes and saw both truth 
and abandon. With weakened legs she stood and walked to the sofa. The 
two teenagers smiled at her, giggling a little at her discomfort. They 
parted to allow her to stand between them. Lauren looked down, admiring 
the girl's breasts and her figure in general and the feint shine of cum 
on her pubic hair. Well proportioned, lean and healthy. She took her 
hand from the General's stiff cock and touched Lauren's leg, causing 
her to flinch. Lauren turned to the side, trying to hide herself from 
the eyes of the darkened audience. Quickly, they undid her buttons, 
their young hands roaming unnecessarily underneath her thin dress, over 
her pubic hair and nipples. They pulled it from her shoulders, letting 
it fall in a heap at their feet. A gasp rippled around the room as 
Lauren stood in her tiny knickers, and even the General applauded at 
the sight. Lauren couldn't help but allow the slightest of smiles to 
cross her lips.

"You're not the prettiest girl I've even seen!" snarled the General. 
Lauren look dismayed, embarrassed even as her gaze found the carpet of 
the floor. She crossed her legs, her left hand buried between them in 
an attempt to conceal her pussy. Her right arm crossed her chest. "But, 
by God, you have the most wonderful body! Come here!"

Lauren shuffled to stand in front of him, her eyes bulging in their 
sockets as he reached out for her waist. "No! No, please don't!" she 
cried, memories of previous military encounters still painfully vivid. 
The General grabbed her left hand and pushed it aside. "Legs apart!" he 
ordered, pushing his hand between her thighs. She squealed at his 
touch, watching in fright as his cock regained much of it's potency. He 
cupped her pussy roughly in his hand and squeezed, electrifying her 
despite the natural revulsion.

"Stand still!" he grunted. Lauren closed her eyes, pain etched across 
her face as the man's hands roamed over her stomach and between her 
legs. He motioned at Julie to slip to the floor, and she obliged, 
kneeling behind Lauren.

"Help her lose these knickers, girl!" he growled. Julie gripped her 
waistband and pulled. As her dark pussy hair came into view several 
people gasped. Julie pushed her hand between Lauren's legs, tugging at 
the front of her knickers while rubbing her with her wrist. They 
dropped to the floor silently as Lauren tried desperately to find the 
strength to smile.

"You're very pretty, aren't you Lauren?" She shrugged, looking into the 
distance. "OK, now help Maria. Get your little girl squirming on that 
seat!" With a forceful shove, he pushed Lauren towards the girls so 
that she tumbled at Emma's feet. Without any further encouragement, she 
joined Maria, parting Emma's thighs slightly more to accommodate them 
both, and began to explore the silky smoothness of her body, aware of 
the view her bottom and pussy was offering to the audience.

Maria turned, pausing only briefly as she flicked her tongue along 
Emma's labia. "Lick with me. You go lower, make her come!" she 
whispered. Lauren turned her head, glanced at the well-known folds of 
Emma's young vagina, and sank down awkwardly to try and push her 
tongue into her very sex. Emma moved, gasping as she felt the two girls 
attending to her. Lauren saw her anus pouting, the lips of her vagina 
pushing slightly as internally she built for orgasm. Lauren flicked 
around the entrance to her vagina, circling slowly as she sensed Maria 
lapping in circles around the little girl's clitoris. Lower once again, 
she teased her anus, probing the spotless pink opening with the tip of 
her tongue.

Emma whimpered, her hands gripping the sides of the chair as though she 
was about to be thrown skywards. Her bottom rose occasionally, heaving 
into the air against an imaginary cock.

"Tease her more. Build up slowly!" whispered Lauren as she watched 
Maria taking her clitoris between her lips. Maria smiled, amused that 
Lauren would offer advice in the situation. But she agreed, her tongue 
trailing up towards her navel, while Lauren concentrated on her thighs, 
the warmth of the girl's skin so sensual against her cheek. Emma 
complained at the loss of attention initially, until the tongues and 
hands running over her delivered their message, and her body quivered 
once again. Sensing Emma's overwhelming desire for satisfaction, Lauren 
once again sought out her anus, twirling her tongue gently against the 
muscles, pushing gently inside whenever Emma relaxed sufficiently to 
admit her. Maria took one side of her vagina at a time, kissing each of 
her labia in turn, taking the soft skin between her lips and running up 
and down the length of her, mixing lubrication until the little girl 
dripped with liquid pleasure.

"Oh! Please!" she wailed. "Please let me come!" Lauren thought she 
sounded like she was in tears as her hips bucked up off the cushion. 
On an unspoken signal, Lauren knelt up higher, and placed her left hand 
on the girl's stomach, just above her pubic hair. Licking the middle 
finger of her right hand, she slowly inserted the finger into her anus, 
holding her down on the cushion as she jerked wildly with the 
intrusion. Maria played her part, descending on her clitoris quickly, 
gently, licking around the swollen hood with such lust that Lauren 
thought that all three of them might come at the same time. Emma's 
muscles tensed as she stopped breathing, desperation on her face as 
though she wanted to exhale but couldn't.

"Oh God!" she screamed, shuddering, straining against Lauren's hand as 
she tried to shoot off the cushion. Her body went rigid as Lauren felt 
the pressure in her anus, pushing against her, the contractions of the 
strong muscles cutting off the blood supply to her finger. Ripples ran 
through her hand, presumably echoes from her vagina. Lauren watched her 
mouth, fixed in mid-scream; transfixed by the silence and rigidity of 
the girl, she knew full well that she had never reacted like this when 
they had been alone together. Eventually, Emma slowly relaxed, 
breathing raggedly while Lauren caressed the girls thighs, slowly 
trailing away to touch her own pussy, confirming it was drenched with 
her own excitement. Maria leaned over towards Lauren, smiling like the 
Cheshire cat, slipping along Emma's sticky thighs as her lips parted 
and Lauren accepted the kiss.

They parted, each seemingly knowing that they had only just started. 
Maria gently pushed Emma's legs further apart then reached down 
underneath the old chair to retrieve two leather straps. Quietly, she 
slipped the free end over Emma's ankle and tightened it so that her 
foot wouldn't come free. She slid across the floor, almost giggling, 
and did the same with the other foot. Standing, she arranged Emma's 
young legs over the arms of the chair and tightened the straps. All the 
while, Emma continued to purr, oblivious to the further restrictions, 
trusting completely her two lovers. Maria turned to the darkened 
audience, positioning Lauren at her feet, towards her. Taking her head 
in her hands, she guided Lauren forward so that her head tipped 
upwards, buried between her thighs.

Lauren inhaled the darkened scent of the woman, nuzzling into the sweet 
folds of her wet vagina. The softness of her labia slid along the 
length of her nose, the slickness covering her lips. Maria pushed her 
away with disdain, walking into the audience, her tight bottom 
twitching. Lauren gazed out after her, the bright lights making it 
difficult to judge how many people were there. She felt, for no good 
reason, that there were maybe five or six more seated behind the 
General's sofa, and that they had long finished paying any attention to 
her. Even so, Lauren covered herself, arm across her chest, suddenly 
acutely aware of her nakedness. She shuddered as goosebumps appeared on 
her forearms.

Maria emerged from the darkness, holding out a can. "Use this on her, 
get her lathered up" Lauren's eyes ignored the aerosol, zeroing in on 
the wonderful sight between the older girl's legs, her pussy lips 
silouhetted against the lights, pouting, glinting with her own saliva. 
Her stomach turned somersaults, demanding satisfaction. "Come on!" 
Lauren turned, shaking the can.

"What?" she whispered, as Maria sat next to her. "Shave her pussy?"

"Sure, it won't take long, and I bet she looks like an angel, right? I 
bet she's really cute. Go on, shake, and tell me as you smooth it on. 
Go on!"

Lauren did as she was instructed, gently smoothing the cream from her 
thigh around her pussy, kneading against the fine hair that barely 
covered anything. "Hmm, so smooth." mumbled Lauren as she traced along 
Emma's vulva. She was so aroused, her inner lips flowering delightfully 
as she gently probed. Not a whisper from Emma, except the occasional 
twitch and groan of pleasure. Her feet strained against the straps, 
causing her thighs to bulge very slightly against the arms of the 
chair. Lauren watched with fascination as Emma's hands wandered from 
the arms of the chair down over her breasts.

"Here!" said Maria, taking a little of the foam from Emma's thigh. She 
dabbed it over Lauren's breasts, teasing the nipples with tiny buttons 
of froth. Lauren smiled, pleased with the attention and gentle touch. 
Maria knelt to one side and rested the razor above the little girl's 
pubic hair, ready for the first stroke. She turned, waiting for a 
signal from the General. He seemed preoccupied though with Julie who 
was slowly peeling his foreskin down before teasing the end of his cock 
with the tip of her tongue. Eventually he nodded.

Maria carefully shaved through the fine hair, wiping the razor after 
each cut with a towel. After only five or six strokes she had finished, 
but continued for a few seconds making sure that she caught the last of 
it. She turned to Lauren, her eyes asking for a second opinion. Lauren 
felt her pussy, warm, sticky and nodded, smiling back at Maria in semi-
admiration for the way she so expertly dealt with her.

"We're ready!" said Maria, making way for the General. The two girls 
took positions either side of Emma. Lauren took her hand, returning the 
little girl's smile as the soldier stood and strode across to the 
chair. Naked, his cock lurched in front of him, menacing, throbbing, 
straightening as he neared the young girl tied to the chair. Maria took 
his cock, guiding him between Emma's thighs. He held her knee, 
spreading her legs slightly wider, before allowing himself to be 
positioned at the entrance to her pussy. Lauren felt Emma's grip 
tighten. The man's cock disappeared slowly inside, the smooth lips 
forming a perfect seal as he penetrated deep into her body. Lauren 
allowed her other hand to dip between her own legs, teasing the tight 
hairs of her own sex until she found that could never provide the 
satisfaction she needed. Her middle finger pushed deep between her 
legs, along her labia, parting her lips and allowing a pent up flood of 
her own to escape down over her thighs.

Maria watched in wonder, her eyes never leaving the action of the 
General as he pushed into the teenager, her skin so pure, smooth, 
unblemished in comparison to the old man's wrinkles. The General was 
clearly delighted, pumping rhythmically in an older man's way as Emma's 
tiny breasts twitched with each thrust. "Kiss her!" he commanded. Maria 
slipped up to Emma's breasts, lapping around the nipples before taking 
one in her mouth. The General grunted, shivering slightly as his orgasm 
approached. Lauren brought the girl's fingers to her mouth and sucked 
gently, causing Emma to whine with delight. Her bottom bounced on the 
cushions as she tried hard to match the General's thrusts. Her cries 
increased dramatically as Lauren slipped her hand underneath her 
bottom, helping her to raise herself, and allowing the General to get 
in as deeply as possible.

"Oh yes, yes!" she moaned, her high-pitched school-girl voice 
accompanying the deep guttural grunts of the General. Lauren realised 
her finger was close to the girl's anus. Probing slightly, she entered 
her easily and felt the reciprocation as Emma pushed hard against her. 
Lauren squeezed her own legs together, squealing as her finger reached 
as far as her hand would allow. She could feel the intense heat inside 
the girl, the muscular ripples of the General's cock pounding against 
the wall her vagina. Emma raised her bottom, shaking uncontrollably as 
he pushed harder onto her. Without warning, he came, bulging inside the 
girl as his seed shuddered into her depths. Lauren pushed once again as 
Maria turned her attention to Emma's mouth. Their tongues dueled as the 
General's orgasm subsided and Emma's crashed through her. The fit of 
passion wracked her body, thrusting the General out of her as her back 
arched and her pussy reached for the ceiling. She strained with 
unbelievable strength against the straps, cum spilling from her pussy 
and spreading in tiny spurts over her legs and dripping onto the 
cushions. Lauren slowed her strokes, pulling her finger out of her 
gently so she could support her bottom, assisting her in her attempt to 
touch the ceiling with her dribbling pussy. The General flopped back 
onto the sofa, grabbed Julie and lay her head in his lap as his cock 
flopped against his thigh, still spurting occasionally even as Julie 
gently began to caress him with her tongue.

Cum trickled slowly from Emma's gaping vagina, coursing down towards 
her anus. Maria held the little girl's head between her hands and 
gently touched the smooth softness of her cheeks. "Nice?" she asked, 
beaming at her captive. Emma nodded with youthful enthusiasm, blowing 
her cheeks out as if to say she way exhausted, glancing down as Maria 
circled her nipples with the lightest of touches.

"You, over here!" commanded the General, pointing at Lauren, then a 
spot by his feet. She scooted across the carpet to stand as directed, 
hands by her side facing the man. "Hmm, wonderful figure! What do you 
think?" asked the General, slapping Julie on the bottom.

"She's lovely. Perfect tits. And what legs!" said Julie, gazing at 
Lauren in between licks to the General's weapon. A surge of happiness 
flooded through Lauren, the compliment well received, especially, she 
thought, given the presence of such beauties as Maria and Emma. The 
General nodded in agreement, running his hand over Julie's head, down 
over her shoulders and settling on her buttocks. He grabbed her legs 
and guided them apart. Scooping some of her lover's cum onto a finger, 
he crudely pushed into her anus, causing her head to fall onto the 
man's lap as his cock almost disappeared inside her mouth. Lauren's 
eyebrows registered her surprise, but looking round, she realised that 
nobody else was really paying attention.

"OK, let's see the other side. Turn to face Maria!" he said, turning 
Lauren with his right hand on her hip. Lauren felt his hand on her 
buttock as her face reddened. She looked across at Emma who lay on the 
cushions, still tied, her pussy still engorged, now above a pool of 
cum. Maria produced a bottle of oil from the side of the sofa and 
tipped a little on her hands.

"Part your legs a little, Lauren" said Maria, kneeling in front of her. 
Lauren did as she was told, looking down at the shiny, dark hair of the 
woman, breasts full and firm, nipples erect and waiting. Lauren closed 
her eyes in bliss as hands rubbed the oil over her inner thighs. 
Tremblings of pleasure rippled through her stomach as the hands got 
closer to her pussy until mercifully, she felt a solitary finger 
running along the deep, swollen valley of her labia. Lauren reached out 
and gripped Maria's head, steadying herself without opening her eyes. 
The fingers pushed further, oiling her buttocks, making her squeal as 
the whole arm bent round underneath her and found her anus. Whether or 
not the General could see didn't cross her mind. She gripped Maria's 
head tighter as a finger slowly pushed inside her anus, withdrew, and 
came back with more oil. "Part your legs a little more, nice and wide 
for me. Good girl, now grip your buttocks and spread them wide apart!"

Lauren's fingers sank into her buttocks, crawling closer to her anus as 
she pulled the flesh further apart. She touched other fingers, Maria's, 
pushing into her anus. Her breasts throbbed while her nipples sent 
shrill pleas for attention. Footsteps on the carpet. Through half 
closed eyes, she watched Emma, young hand between her tethered legs, 
playing with herself as Juan offered his semi-erect cock to her mouth. 
Suddenly, she felt her legs parted even further and lost her balance. 
Hands behind her grabbed her wrists as she fell down towards the sofa.

"Ahh!" she screamed out of disappointment more than concern. The 
General's knees seemed to be in the way as she landed on his lap, 
someone's hands tight around her wrists, wrestling with ropes of some 
sort. She felt herself lifted slightly and twisted painfully to see 
Julie grinning and an unknown man, naked, holding her arms. She felt 
the General's hot cock poking between her legs, then hands pulling her 
up and adjusting his erection until it was aimed at her oiled brown 
hole.

"Oh no, please don't!" she screamed, tugging in vain to free her hands.

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up, or feel my bayonet in you!" he shouted.

She felt the tip of his cock resting against her tight sphincter and 
strained to keep her buttocks high in the air. He put one arm round her 
breasts, painfully tweaking her nipples and groping her firm, youthful 
shape as he positioned himself. Maria wandered over to the sofa as 
though she had all the time in the world, carefully positioning one 
foot on the sofa beside the General, followed by the other so that she 
stood above them both, her pussy inches from Lauren's face. While 
Lauren strained to keep herself away from the General's cock, Maria 
pulled her face into her pussy.

"There! That's what you wanted, right?" she growled. Ropes snaked 
quickly around her wrists, pulling tighter with every effort she made 
to escape. "Lick me, tramp! Get your tongue really deep inside me." But 
without waiting, Maria slowly descended until she straddled them both. 
Lauren felt the weight of the girl across her thighs, pushing down. The 
General's cock embedded itself deeper into her anus while Maria's 
breath tingled around her ear. Trembling uncontrollably, Lauren's leg 
muscles gave in and she screamed again as his length vanished inside 
her. The heat and deep-seated intrusion almost overwhelmed her. She 
grabbed Maria, holding tight onto her as their breasts molded together. 
Slowly, Maria slid off while the General started his slow, regular 
pumping inside her tight arsehole.

Lauren sobbed quietly, great heaves of breath rasping in her lungs as 
she shook. The smell of childhood, of mis-timed trips to the toilet. 
The smell of shame, embarrassment, public ridicule.

He pawed at her breasts, uncaring as her nipples registered the 
brutality of his hands. Lauren opened her eyes as she sensed another 
presence. She gasped as Julie took the place of Maria and stood in 
front of Lauren. "Clean her up, slut!" barked the General in Lauren's 
ear. He grabbed her hair and yanked back, forcing her mouth higher, in 
line with Julie's tender young pussy. Lauren pushed her tongue out 
slowly, still sobbing, instantly rewarded with the warmth of the 
teenager. She inhaled, savouring the sensual sweetness of her youth, 
the rich creaminess of her lovemaking around the tight muscles and 
sinews as her tears dribbled down the young girl's legs.

Sensing that her audience was preoccupied, and therefore less 
threatening, Lauren teased the girl with her tongue. Mindful that the 
General had a strict hour for his visit, she reasoned that the longer 
she remained providing entertainment, the more chance she had of 
staying alive. She responded with more enthusiasm, concentrating once 
again on the fifteen year old hovering above her. Darting occasionally 
inside her vagina before returning to flick over her labia or taste the 
warm cum that stuck to her hairless thighs, she could feel her 
trembling, muscles deep inside her vagina announcing, rejoicing in the 
possibility of another orgasm. The girl's breathing faltered, hissing 
between her teeth in time with Lauren's attention. Lauren's stomach 
lurched, adoring the way she could turn her head and take the engorged 
labia between her lips. Juice flooded from her, liberated each time 
Lauren pushed her tongue into her vagina. Sweet, young and so natural 
that she felt like singing.

Deeper she thrust, her tongue straining painfully as she tried her 
hardest to satisfy the young girl. She felt Julie grip her head, for 
balance as much as anything. The General pulled her hair harder, 
grinding his cock in a circular motion that kept up the deep lust she 
felt and worshipped.

Julie gripped her tighter, pulling Lauren deep into her, squashing her 
nose hard against her clitoris. Lauren felt her legs wobble as she 
moved against her tongue. One final thrust, and the motherlode spilled 
out, coating her tongue and chin as Julie came, releasing her own love 
liquid as well as Juan's. The girl laughed with pleasure as Lauren 
opened her mouth, still flicking occasionally but allowing Julie to 
slowly float and return to earth on her own.

The sofa wobbled as Julie slid off her, much to Lauren's 
disappointment. She watched her slump contentedly onto the sofa, 
grinning, her breasts wobbling slightly as her arm fell over the side 
of the cushion to rest on Juan's shoulder. There would have been no 
objections if Julie had stayed for more but it allowed Lauren to breath 
and enjoy the sweet scent of the girl on her face. She so dearly wanted 
to touch herself. Even if she could have closed her legs and squeezed 
she would have been happy with the degree of satisfaction and relief. 
But her thoughts were interrupted as the General again jerked her back 
so that all she could see was the ceiling.

"More for you. If you're good, we'll let you come. Got it?" he said as 
his right hand moved from her breasts down to her pubic hair. She 
raised herself, muscles screaming in self-defense as she tried to bring 
his fingers into contact with pussy. A shock of blonde curly hair 
flooded onto sight. A smile from the beautiful little girl, cute, pert 
breasts high above, flat stomach. Then a musky darkness as Emma sat on 
Lauren's face, her smooth, sticky mound pouting rudely, her labia 
sliding perfectly either side of Lauren's nose.

Again she licked, the taste of the girls mingling together. She sensed 
a pulsing inside her anus as the General became more aroused by the 
sight of their obvious familiarity. Lauren ground her hips, finding 
that she could reward herself in a small way by making a circular 
action on his lap. Emma moved slowly above her, lowering herself just 
enough to brush her pussy over Lauren's lips. Emma placed one foot on 
the back of the sofa, steadying herself with her hands and once again 
lowering herself, this time offering Lauren much greater access to her 
hot sex. Emma gasped as she rubbed her clitoris against Lauren's nose 
while a hot tongue shot into her vagina, pushing apart her hairless 
lips on it's way into the sanctuary of her tight, tender tunnel.

As if on cue, she felt someone touching her pussy. If she could have 
spoken , she would have thanked them all as new sensations flooded her 
thighs. The fingers betrayed a male owner. Lauren's heart pounded in 
her chest as sinister thoughts flooded her mind.

She groaned loudly from deep within, the sound muffled, garbled, her 
tongue hopelessly embedded in the little girl above her. She shook her 
head as the General gripped her tight with his arm. She knew that a man 
stood in front of her but couldn't see round Emma to determine who it 
was. The person's cock rested at her vagina, fierce, erect, probing. 
She felt Maria once again with her oil, administering in preparation.

She broke away momentarily for a deep breath. "No, no please don't. Not 
now, please!" she wailed, her deepest fears confirmed that she was 
going to be forced to satisfy two men at the same time. She heard a 
slap followed by a schoolgirl giggle. Emma pushed harder into her face 
as the cock pushed against her oily entrance. It entered with ease 
although Lauren had no idea of how big it was or it's length. Hands 
grabbed her legs and pulled them back, allowing easier access for the 
hot cock that had now spread her vagina wide. She felt the man's balls 
bang against her buttocks and would have cried out if Emma hadn't 
prevented her. The thrusting into her pussy quickened and the man's 
cock bulged with a telltale sign of impending release. With each 
thrust, the General's cock also withdrew then pushed back in. She 
clawed for breath, aware that her mouth was completely covered by the 
soaking folds of Emma's pussy, and she could only occasionally inhale 
through her nose. Her head pounded from the lack of oxygen, increasing 
her terror that she might pass out from any one of the threats to her 
sanity.

She felt his hands on her hips, guiding her up and down forcefully, 
regulating the movement of them all with strength and ease. He groaned 
deep inside, digging his fingers into her taut flesh, summoning her to 
join him. His voice became frantic as his groans quickened. Lauren felt 
him expanding, throbbing until he gasped and bulged with orgasm, 
shooting deep into her. Tears welled in her eyes as her anus ached, 
tortured with the relentless punishment seemingly delivered to the very 
center of her stomach.

Just as the General slowed his thrusts, the man came, drenching her 
pussy with spasmodic jerks, pulling upwards so that his cock banged 
against her clitoris. A cry left his lips.

"Jamie!" she wailed, shame and disgust shaking her very soul. She heard 
Emma giggle above her and shook her head desperately to throw her off. 
Breathing deeply through her nose, she sobbed as Jamie savagely thrust 
his cock into her depths, then paused and withdrew from her aching 
pussy. Emma swung her leg over and slithered down onto Maria's lap, 
still highly amused by the whole event. Lauren gazed at the little 
girl's pussy, shiny with saliva and loving. On cue, Lauren watched the 
two girls embrace, hugging each other, breathing hard as Maria's 
fingers found Emma's pussy and explored inside.

Turning to Jamie, she retched between sobs as he stood in front of her, 
hands on hips, smiling as his cock slowly bobbed and shrank. A thread 
of his cum swayed from the exposed red end, threatening to wrap around 
his cock as his laughter made it dance. Both the General and Maria 
laughed at Lauren's utter humiliation, Maria pointing to the cock still 
deeply embedded in her arse while Jamie stood, legs apart, triumphant.

Lauren pushed off the sofa and fell to the floor, burying her face in 
her hands as her whole body trembled. Maria slipped down beside her.

"One last thing!" she whispered, although everyone could hear.

"No. No more, please!" she said, hugging the carpet.

"Just one thing." Maria took hold of her right leg and raised it, 
giving those on the sofa a perfect view of her cum-drenched pussy, the 
matted hair and the steady leak from her anus. Lauren sobbed, her 
fingers gripping the carpet pile, burrowing unsuccessfully out of 
sight.


Chapter 54

"I hear you're a disobedient girl!" bellowed the General, leaning 
forward to address her directly. "There's no room for disobedience in 
my outfit, you know." The chatter in the room died away. Lauren heard 
her heart pounding against the floor, the squelch of her pussy as Maria 
let go of her foot. She curled into a ball, exposing the tight cum-
speckled slickness of her pussy to him. Trembling slightly, she 
coughed, catching her breath in between great gasps for air. "I think 
she needs education! Yes, that's it. More training for this one!"

"No!" wailed Lauren, sickness lurking in the pit of her stomach. "No, 
please leave me alone"

"On your knees, disobedient bitch!" he shouted. Maria grabbed Lauren's 
hips and pulled her up, squatting obscenely next to her. She laid 
Lauren's head on the small armchair, her bottom facing the little 
congregation. Lauren missed the silent order, the nod from the General, 
as he directed the next event. The ropes around her wrists were 
replaced with those used on Emma. Once her wrists were again securely 
bound, the free ends of the rope were passed around the rear castors of 
the armchair. "Fight and you'll be sorry. Now stay still!" he boomed, 
causing Lauren to flinch.

"Please, please ..."

A little of the colour and humour had drained from Emma's face, and 
Jamie's erection had shrunk. Maria whispered to Julie and pushed her 
towards Lauren, smiling as she watched her sink down beside her 
frightened friend.

"Lori....do you want me to help?"

"What?" Lauren turned towards the girl, her arms straining around the 
front and side of the chair. She was acutely aware of her crude 
position, her anus pouting from her up turned bottom, her pussy slick, 
shiny with the men's orgasms.

"I can hold you, be here with you if you like"

"I've been raped before, this is no different" she replied with a 
slight smile. She was grateful for the girl's kind thoughts.

"Er, they're not going to rape you, really. They're going to whip you 
because you were naughty."

"No!" she screamed, pulling hard against the white ropes, moving the 
chair a few inches with each superhuman jerk. Her wrists burned against 
the rope, her neck straining as blood bulged in her veins. The General 
clicked his fingers. Lauren heard a slight rushing noise before feeling 
the most intense stinging sensation across her bottom. She flew 
forward, banging into the chair, distorting her mouth as she squashed 
into the cushion.

Her bottom stung badly, the shock of the sudden punishment being just 
as bad as the pain itself. Realising there could be another, she 
twitched, trying to look behind and avoid the next round. Her neck 
ached as she twisted.

"That was just my hand!" smirked Maria, kneeling down beside her. "When 
I've finished, you'll be red raw, maybe even bleeding a little. Either 
that, or you'll be begging me to make you come." Maria ran her hand 
over the smoothness of her buttocks, taking care to venture within a 
hair's breadth of her wet pussy.

Julie leaned forward and kissed her shoulders. "There there" she said, 
pushing Lauren's hair lovingly out of her eyes.

"Squeeze her nipples, really gently" said Maria, standing and watching. 
She towered over her prisoner, her thigh muscles bulging from exercise 
and perfect physique, smiling as Julie began to caress her nipples, 
laying her head on her back. "That's good, let's get started." Maria 
accepted the small whip that was handed to her and felt the individual 
thongs that dangled from the leather handle. She rolled the tiny knot 
at the end of one of the thongs between her fingers, admiring it's 
simple, clean feel. As she walked towards the armchair, Lauren 
twitched, again straining to see what was happening.

"Open your eyes"

Lauren did, only to find about a dozen thin strands of leather dancing 
before her eyes, each with a single knot at the end. She sniffed, pure 
pain now constricting her throat as the situation deteriorated. Shaking 
her head, she twisted and looked up at Maria, avoiding her eyes but 
settling for a long look at the woman's pussy, the dark furrow and 
naked valley of her labia. Pleasure swept through her stomach, falling 
deep and satisfying between her thighs.

"Keep your legs apart, bitch!" roared the General. She shifted quickly.

"See this?" asked Maria. "This is going to set your arse on fire. Every 
private thought, every reaction, every secret will be given up in the 
next few minutes." She trailed the whip over her face, down across her 
back, and over her buttocks. With her hands, she pressed against 
Lauren's anus, a finger turning gently as cum continued to dribble from 
the tight rosebud of her hole. Maria pulled the whip up between her 
thighs, over her pussy and hard against her anus. Swapping ends, she 
pressed the stiff shaft of the whip against her, pushing hard to open 
the tight sphincter muscles. Lauren groaned, the feeling intense, once 
again disgusting sensation as the inch and a half diameter handle 
entered her slightly. Maria pulled back out, pushed in again and smiled 
as the entrance became easier. Removing the handle, she knelt, 
examining the slick, cum-covered entrance with her index finger. "So 
ready! You're so aroused, I wonder if you'll come?" She pulled her 
finger out. Lauren grimaced, shifted on the armchair and then, as her 
muscles deserted her, broke wind.

"Ohh!" she whimpered, shame and disgust etched across her tear- lined 
face.

"You dirty little whore!" shouted Maria, standing. She pulled the whip 
back above her shoulder and swung down ferociously. White light seemed 
to burst into her head. Nothing could have prepared her for the 
instant, blinding pain that gripped her body. It felt as though 
hundreds of snakes had bitten her at once, their venom searing through 
her veins. She shook, reverberating, trying to calm her body but still 
anticipating the next assault. Her bottom twitched, and she could feel 
the pulsing of her anus, involuntary against the subtly of the air 
against her skin. Julie gripped her chest tightly, hugging her, 
restraining her movements. Lauren felt Maria slip down beside her once 
again.

"Please, that's enough!"

"What? We've only just started. Have you ever heard of anyone only 
getting one stroke of the cane?"

"Please, I can't stand any more!"

"You've never tried, that's all.' She caressed the smooth cheeks of her 
buttocks, tracing the outline of the darkening mark where the whip had 
made contact. "You've got the makings of a lovely mark across your 
bottom, such a wonderful colour against your tan" She once again 
caressed her with the whip, concentrating on her thighs and the heat 
that seemed to emanate from between her legs. "Such a pretty pussy!" 
Maria trailed her fingers gently over her labia, taking care to avoid 
her clitoris or even to delve into her sweet vagina. Lauren squirmed, 
feeling the pain and heat translating into lust. The contrast between 
the insufferable pain and the light touch of her fingers caused bubbles 
of delight to filter through to her brain. She shook in disbelief, 
unable to allow any feeling of desire to gain acceptance. She felt 
Maria's little finger pushing between her pussy lips, so tiny, so 
welcome. She opened her eyes, pleased to see Julie looking straight at 
her. The teenager smiled back, reassuringly, her face registering 
compassion as Maria stood again. "Lori, you're so wet, you're 
practically dripping!"

"Maria please!"

"Do you want me to let you come?"

"Please, yes!"

"Beg me!"

"Please, let me come"

"Not loud enough!" The whip streaked through the air, catching her on 
the left buttock with such surprise that her breath seemed to be 
trapped in her lungs. She coughed fitfully, adding to the intense, 
blinding stars behind her eyes. Sickness billowed in her stomach as 
Julie held her waist tightly, steadying her attempts to tear herself 
from the ropes. As her breathing returned, Lauren uttered a piercing 
scream that shook the room.

"Shut the stupid girl up. Now!" barked the General, his cock now fully 
rigid.

Maria glared at Julie. "Give me your knickers!" she said, her teeth 
clenched. Fear seemed to pass across her face as she glanced at the 
General. Julie stood, leaning slightly on Lauren as she swayed back and 
forth. She dug her thumbs into the waistband and pulled her knickers 
down to the floor, flicking them up into her hands with a swift 
movement of her foot. Maria balled them up, pinched Lauren's nose and 
pushed them roughly into her mouth. "Hey, they're wet!" she commented, 
leaning down slightly to peer between her legs. Julie sank back onto 
the carpet. Lauren writhed, her heart beating wildly as difficulty in 
breathing added to her terror.

"Shh! I'm here!" whispered Julie, her fingers running through her hair, 
pulling the matted, sweaty strands from her cheeks. Lauren groaned, her 
nostrils flaring as she fought for consciousness. Once again, Maria 
slowly dragged the whip over her reddened buttocks, teasing her pussy 
and dwelling on her anus, threatening to plough the handle back inside. 
Lauren shook, her muscles tensed, aching, panic allowing her body to 
react with lightening speed to the slightest stimulus. She twisted and 
turned, looking back, bracing herself, preparing for the inevitable 
stroke that would once again temporarily blind her, force her to 
struggle for breath.

"So wet." commented Maria, spreading the deluge of slipperiness over 
her shaking thighs. "You're so frightened! And yet all you need to do 
is ask me to make you come!"

Lauren groaned, trying desperately to form a sentence, even though the 
knickers in her mouth meant that the best she could expect was a series 
of grunts. She became aware of the sweet smell from them, the greasy, 
slick patch of the gusset that rubbed against her nose as she moved on 
the chair. Opening her eyes again, she noted Julie's breasts and 
Jamie's limp cock in the background. She sensed Emma behind her among a 
crowd of others. Tears obscured any further identification.

"Here we go again." said Maria, running her finger from Lauren's neck 
slowly down towards her buttocks. "Just here, I think!" she said, 
prodding her right cheek. Lauren shook, vomit threatening to billow up 
into her mouth. She shook her head, turning frantically as her 
imagination built. Maria's arm rose above her head, and she grunted as 
she tensed for the downward swing. Lauren wrenched against the ropes, 
pulling as hard as she could, her wrists red as every muscle in the 
arms stretched unnaturally. A great swishing noise was followed by 
silence. Maria laughed, the rest of the audience joining in at the 
torment, as Lauren reacted like a wind-up doll, turning quickly, 
unnaturally to the implied stroke. She shook her head, crying steadily, 
then, eyes wide in amazement, she screamed with a muffled groan as 
Maria flicked her buttocks gently with the whip.

"Maria, get her goddamn legs open!" barked the General again. The woman 
scurried over to the sofa, grabbed a cushion and pushed it between 
Lauren's thighs, ensuring a separation of her knees wide enough to 
please her master.

"Lauren! Bottom up. Right up high!" Maria pushed in the middle of her 
back, accentuating her proud cheeks. "Good girl" She knelt again, 
teasing the puffy lips of her vagina with her fingers. "Jeeze, you're 
so hot, aren't you? I love your sweet pink lips, surrounded by such a 
wonderful tan!" She flicked her clitoris momentarily, causing Lauren to 
wail. "Almost there, eh?"

Lauren inhaled as she touched, aware that what Maria said was 
absolutely true. During the pauses between the pain, the heat 
translated into pure pleasure, the violence of the attack stoking her 
desire for gratification. She nodded submissively, screwing her eyes 
against the audience. Her breathing was shallow, hot, irregular. She 
flinched again as Maria brushed against her feet. The cool touch of her 
thigh against her soles was reassuring and she pushed back, anxious to 
engage the feeling. Maria shuffled her legs, approaching Lauren's 
soaking sex before blowing gently over her pussy. Deep moans of 
pleasure came from the bound girl, the tremulous muscle movements of 
her anus betraying her involuntary demands.

With the lightest of touches, Maria trailed her tongue down between her 
lips. Lauren's mouth worked spastically, desperately trying to offer 
thanks.

"Soon, my beauty!" said Maria, deliberately slapping her hand on her 
smooth, tanned buttocks as she stood up again. Lauren jumped, again 
turning to try and predict the next shock. Maria moved Julie out of the 
way, standing so that Lauren could see her. She raised her hand, the 
whip dancing as she took aim. Lauren shook her head, eyes bulging, 
wailing through the damp knickers as the arm began it's downward path. 
She closed her eyes just as the knotted thongs struck across her 
buttocks. Another brilliant flash of pain sent her jerking hard against 
the chair, the red-hot sting of the whip searing through her body, 
reawakening previous strokes to generate an intense warmth that was 
almost kindly. Lauren thought that Maria had deliberately restrained 
from hitting too hard, and took the opportunity to wiggle her bottom, 
as though distributing, aiming the heat towards her crotch. She could 
feel her idiotic anus pumping, shaking with her thighs in anticipation 
of any further stimulation.

Maria sniggered quietly as she watched Lauren and her crude antics. 
"You're like a goddamn animal, you know? Like a cow on heat!" She 
swirled round. "Juan, here!" He obliged, allowing Maria to position him 
beside Lauren so she could watch. Maria ran the palm of her hand across 
his underpants. "This is what you want, right?"

Lauren groaned, shaking her head. The thought of being rammed by the 
boy with her buttocks and thighs in such agony was abhorrent, even 
though it meant that the whipping might then be finished. She was even 
unsure if she could withstand anything inside her at the time. Perhaps 
a tongue, but reality suddenly hit home, belatedly, and she jerked at 
the ropes. There was a sense of disaster yet again setting in, and the 
fear of the whip melded with her panic for her bonds and the tight 
bindings that cut into her flesh. Her tears flowed again, bright, clear 
drops of dismay that dribbled over her face.

"Open your eyes, bitch!" bellowed the General. Lauren obliged, finding 
Maria's fingers in the waistband of Juan's underpants, tugging slowly 
down, revealing the top of his stiff cock. Maria licked her lips as the 
full length of the boy was exposed. Grasping him in her hand, she 
pulled his foreskin down, revealing the threatening red orb. Maria 
stroked him slowly, allowing him to push his cock downwards with his 
hand as she brought him to maximum hardness. Lauren fought to close her 
eyes, block out the vision and thought of his cock skewering her, but 
she lost the battle. Maria took him in her mouth, working him with her 
tongue and cheeks.

"Get on with it! Jesus, just let the bitch have it!" shouted the 
General, angry at Maria's slow progress. Lauren squealed as he stood, 
his cock thrust before him. Grabbing the whip from Maria's hand, he 
pushed her to the floor and took up a position behind Lauren. The 
General and Lauren inhaled together, both gathering strength. But as 
his arm reached to top of the arc, she screamed as loudly as she could, 
screwing her eyes shut.

A blinding flash and gasps from the audience. The breath was knocked 
out of her with the terrible force of the blow. Lauren flew into the 
depths of the armchair, her wrists straining against her bonds, her 
face grotesque against the cushion. Her mouth, wide open, uttered no 
sound, but the pain ricocheted through her body, making her limbs react 
spastically to the stroke. The General reeled from his swing, tottering 
on his feet before being steadied by Maria.

"Get off me, I don't need help!" he screamed. "On your back!"

"No!" pleaded Maria. "No, please." she said, although it was clear, as 
she rolled over, sobbing, that there would be no appeal.

"Legs open!" Maria whimpered, parting her legs, to the astonishment of 
all in the room. Lauren felt sorry for her and clutched at the bond 
that now existed between them, a shared common enemy. "Beg!"

"Please!"

"Please what?"

"Please punish me!" She grabbed the back of her thighs, spreading her 
legs as wide as she could, pulling back in an obscene pose that offered 
her very sex to the man. Just as she pulled back hard, lifting her 
bottom off the floor the General raised the whip and struck straight 
between her legs. Maria's face screwed up in agony, her legs springing 
together, trapping the whip. Lauren flinched at the sight, relieved 
that her punishment had been focused on her buttocks and thighs. She 
watched as Maria writhed on the floor, her breathing ragged as she 
fought back tears. Lauren's eyes toured the poor girl's body, taking in 
her magnificent breasts, the taut muscles of her body and the look of 
excruciating pain that pushed her to scream out loud. Lauren heard the 
sinister sound of the whip but her daydreaming gave her no time to 
react. The whip's mean knots caught her across the thighs, sending her 
flying into the chair, the force knocking the air from her lungs. As 
the pain registered, she opened her mouth to scream, choking on the 
knickers now soaked with her saliva, breathing with difficulty, dizzy 
as she gasped for air. Her heart beat furiously, panic again setting in 
as she floated, reason drifting away from her mind. Another blow, 
accurately placed between her legs, hit home. Of the twenty four knots 
of the whip, three buried themselves in her matted pubic hair. Five hit 
within an inch of her clitoris, and another eight smothered her vulva 
in pain. Three penetrated her vagina, while the remainder scarred her 
thighs and buttocks.

The pain registered and she slipped lower into unconsciousness, her 
buttocks stinging, red raw, one stripe bleeding very slightly. Her 
vagina, though red from the whip, remained unmarked with any permanent 
sign of his brutality. She shook, bile and vomit now fighting for 
attention in her stomach. Retching painfully between her sobs, she 
struggled again with her bonds, desperate to flee, to seek help, before 
she collapsed.

"OK! You!" shouted the General, cock rampant. He pointed at Juan who 
sat stupefied on the sofa, trying to sink into the silent audience. 
"Kneel down here!" Juan practically ran to his feet, kneeling as 
commanded, his eyes lowered in deference to the higher authority. He 
looked over to Julie. "OK, you, get him hard so her can teach the bitch 
a lesson!" Julie slithered around Lauren and ran her hand over his 
underpants. Smiling weakly, she bent down and fished out his half-hard 
cock and took it between her lips. His erection grew quickly, and 
gripping her head gently between his hands, he closed his eyes in 
pleasure. Within a minute, his cock stood hard, ready for action.

"OK. Take her hard! Julie, guide him into her hot pussy!" Juan took his 
position behind the semi-conscious girl and inhaled sharply as Julie 
took his cock and placed at Lauren's wet entrance. Lauren barely moved. 
She was aware of what was going to happen, but lacked any energy or 
sense of feeling to motivate her. Juan pushed in hard, sinking his 
whole length into her in one strong thrust. Lauren felt him enter her, 
but numbness prevented any stimulation from registering. She could make 
out Julie's breasts, swaying behind her, although focusing seemed to be 
difficult. The lights swirled in the room, and distant bodies seemed to 
float slightly in her distorted picture. The heat from her body was 
intense, and a feeling of euphoria settled in as she realised that the 
beating had probably finished.

Juan picked up the speed, pounding against her flesh. The simple 
message from her pussy eventually worked it's way to her mind, 
registering as stimulation, sex, gratification. Suddenly, as though an 
internal switch had been thrown, the pain seemed to be swapped for 
well-being, thanks, relief and again a sense of fulfillment. It grew as 
Juan thrust into her, and when an unknown hand reached to her mouth and 
withdrew the knickers, she felt such humility that she wanted to cry 
with gratitude.

"Do you want to come?" asked the General, his voice almost pleasant.

Between sobs, Lauren managed to plead with him, nodding furiously as a 
female hand caressed the side of her sweaty face. "Yes, yes please, 
sir!"

"You! Over here!" he said, motioning to Julie. The girl shot across the 
floor, fear in her eyes at the sudden call. "Let her suck your finger, 
then push into her hole as far as you can" Julie obeyed, giving Lauren 
a taste of her middle finger. Lauren wrapped her tongue round it, 
sucking like a new-born baby. Slowly, Julie slipped it from her mouth 
and rested on her anus. Gripping Lauren's waist with her left hand, she 
pushed into her, feeling the regular thrusting of Juan against the thin 
membrane. Lauren moaned loudly, pain shooting through her as the two 
teenagers violated her, each thrust scorching her already raw skin. 
Maria rolled over onto her side, distraut that her involvement seemed 
to have finished.

"Harder, make her cum!" shouted the General, raising the whip in a 
threat to Juan's rate of pumping. He doubled his efforts, causing 
Lauren to grip the white ropes around her wrists. Her muscles strained 
yet again, eyes screwed up as the awful pain registered. "You! Make the 
boy come, hold his balls!" he said, directing Emma towards the 
frightening activity. Still naked, she slid off the sofa and laid her 
left hand on Juan's thigh, while cupping his balls with her right. She 
looked up, hoping for confirmation that she was doing it correctly. The 
look of determination on his face was confirmation enough. His regular 
movements faltered as the intensity of his feeling clearly accelerated. 
Lauren felt his expanding inside her, taking her own orgasm a step 
closer. She lay her head back on the cushion, wondering in disbelief 
how anyone could endure such extremes. Even though her breathing was 
easier, she still fought for oxygen, her sobbing hardly helping as she 
gulped in great lungfuls of air between the regular thrusts of the boy. 
She was just as keenly aware of Julie and the slender yet rigid finger 
that had burrowed into her tight passageway. The movement inside 
produced a deep warming that seemed to deflect her attention from the 
pain of Juan thrashing against her buttocks and thighs. Occasionally, 
she felt Emma's small warm fingers brush her labia as Juan slammed into 
her pussy.

The boy groaned loudly as he punished her harder, but Lauren, now more 
confident that she had felt the worst of the pain, returned his thrusts 
with her own, arching her back to maximise his penetration. Julie 
sensed her growing anxiety and delved deeper, twisting her finger at 
the bottom of each stroke, rubbing the thin wall between her finger and 
the stiff cock buried in Lauren's pussy. Both Julie and Emma watched 
intently as Juan's cock slid in and out of Lauren's saturated pussy, 
his veins rippling against the delicate folds of the girl's inner sex. 
Changing his stroke, he slowed, allowing the red bulb of his cock to 
emerge almost all the way before pushing back, parting Lauren's pussy 
lips as the thick red orb disappeared into her raging cave.

"I'm coming!" said Lauren between gritted teeth. The tell-tale surge of 
lust and pleasure had built at such an unusual rate that she knew that 
an orgasm of hurricane force was about to crash through her. She was 
grateful as Julie withdrew from her anus, scooped up some of her 
natural lubrication, and firmly re-entered her anus, slapping the palm 
of her hand against her buttocks. Once again, Juan's thick cock pulsed, 
expanding to enhance the effect of his pummeling into her depth. She 
felt him jabbing against her cervix, probing deeper as he groaned 
again, now gripping her stinging hips with his hands as he pulled her 
against his rod. Lauren lifted her bottom again, demanding the full 
force of his stiffness. He obliged, pounding into her, spurred on by 
the frantic action of Julie who twisted, turned and explored just 
above. Emma grabbed his balls in her young hand, squeezing 
experimentally. The sack contracted, encouraging every drop of cum into 
existence, priming him as he jerked out of control. Lauren felt him 
return to quick, deep thrusts and felt her orgasm boiling, bubbling 
inside her until it raged out of control, defiant and taking every one 
of her muscles with it as it coursed through her body. She wanted to 
scream in pleasure but couldn't. Only a gargling sound came from her 
throat as Juan looked at the ceiling and spurted wave after wave of 
pure white cum into her pussy. Lauren gripped the ropes, hanging onto 
sanity with every strand of strength, lifting her bottom to ensure he 
penetrated as deeply as possible. She bucked backwards, encouraging 
him, determined that he wouldn't stop until she was done.

A second wave flooded through her, making her dizzy, lightheaded. Still 
he thrust into her, in perfect time with Julie. Her heart beat crazily 
as she realized that something else, another great surge of pleasure, 
was actually building, as though she had just experienced a preview of 
what was to come. It built quickly as the three children administered 
to her, their hands, lips and limbs touching, caressing, diving into 
her. Frightened by the intensity between her legs she relaxed slightly, 
but curiosity won the day, and as she pushed back against Juan she came 
with such a force that she thought she would be sick. Her orgasm 
gripped her, throwing her around on the chair, twisting, distorting 
her, scaring her to such a degree that she stopped breathing, trying to 
understand what was happening. Julie twisted her finger deep inside her 
anus and grabbed her nipple, turning it painfully. Just as Emma's tiny 
hand found her proud, slick clitoris her mind gave up all hope of 
understanding. She passed out into blackness and slumped against the 
chair.

Juan finished to the satisfaction of the General almost a minute later 
and slid to the floor, breathing hard and sweating heavily. Jamie was 
ordered to cut Lauren's bonds while the General dressed. With a 
scornful glance at Maria, he stood, spun on his heel and left the room 
with his entourage.



 Chapter 55

Lauren had no recollection of leaving the lounge, of being cut from the 
chair and taken to her bedroom with the ropes still tight around her 
wrists. She vaguely knew that Emma had bathed her while she lay on her 
stomach on the bed, dousing the raging heat in her buttocks and thighs 
with so many cold flannels that the bed was decidedly wet. Fortunately, 
Lauren was unable to see the blood that Emma squeezed out of the 
flannel with every trip to the bathroom. Lauren cried relentlessly, 
sobbing as Emma tried to smooth her buttocks, caresing them with suntan 
cream she had found beneath the sink. The stinging ebbed slowly, 
turning into a dull ache that seemed to prevent her from moving 
properly. Five hours after she left the lounge, still in agony, she 
cried herself to sleep for the first time in maybe fifteen years.

She woke early, the pain still very much in evidence as she rolled 
carefully onto her side. Her back ached and she now realised that her 
anus hurt badly. Curling into a ball, she cupped her buttocks, testing 
each palm-sized area of skin for damage. She opened her eyes, smiling 
gently as Emma slept soundly opposite. Her recollection of the previous 
day was already fuzzy. She knew that something terrible had happened, 
and remembered the whip well. But her mind had shit out many of the 
details and although she spent the hours follwoing dawn running through 
the dreadful punishment, little came to mind.

 Emma brought Lauren up to date about the show after she had passed 
out, and how ugly Maria's wound had looked, the great red stripes 
across her thighs and over her pussy. The streaks of the whip had even 
shown through the dense black pubic hair, according to Emma, and the 
conversation naturally turned to Lauren's injuries. With little 
convincing, Lauren had allowed Emma to help her roll onto her back. 
Emma pulled on her regulation shirt and sat beside Lauren, the little 
girl's face reflecting the extent of Lauren's terrible ordeal. With a 
warm flannel, Emma cleaned her again, rinsing down from her breasts, 
over her navel and over her thighs. She raised her eyebrows 
questioningly, to which Lauren acceeded to the request and parted her 
legs. Emma gasped as she saw the red marks for the first time in 
daylight. The whip seemed to have wrapped around her thighs, the thongs 
and knots digging into her flesh at precise intervals. Emma rinsed, 
parting her legs before laying the warm flannel over her pussy. As the 
pleasure seeped in, Lauren sniffed, fighting back the inclination to 
cry yet again.

To the utter surprise of Lauren, Maria did indeed return their 
passports the next day, even apologising for the delay. She seemed 
changed, almost apologetic, and most certainly made no reference to the 
show they had put on for the General. Lauren remained convinced that 
the return of the documents was linked to her performance (and 
humiliation) at the hands of the General and his weird entourage. The 
whole household seemed to be in shock as people walked quietly around, 
desperate to avoid eye contact and cautious in their conversation.

The following day Lauren wandered out of the house and conducted a 
leisurely tour of the grounds of the house, realising as she walked 
further that even though they had their passports, leaving the place 
was easier said than done.

As far as she looked were hills, dense jungle, brilliant blue skies. 
The occasional screech of a macaw and the incessant din from the 
cicadas were the only sounds to be heard during the hot afternoon sun. 
She carefully sat down on the wall, watching the tiny red ants 
scurrying over the old stones, busy going nowhere. Her freedom was 
useless.

Movement in the undergrowth on the far side of the road. Her heart 
leapt as she looked slightly to the side of the source of the noise, 
watching the branches move. It must be a pretty large animal to move 
the leaves like that, she thought, dropping to the ground quietly, 
preparing to run for the safety of the house.

"Psst!"

Lauren stared at the undergrowth, now able to discern the dark grey of 
a man's shirt. "What?" she replied, wondering whether she should have 
ignored it and made her way inside anyway. Deciding she still had the 
wall between him and herself, she stood her ground.

"It's me, Peter." She smiled, overjoyed that there was someone apart 
from those in the house that she knew, who could possibly help them. 
Someone worldly-wise, resourceful. He broke cover and looked around 
him, up and down the dusty road before making his way across to sit the 
other side of the wall, out of sight of the house. "You're in trouble, 
or do you know that?"

"We've got our passports back, and can leave when we want to." she 
replied defensively.

"You got them back with sex, right?"

"Maybe" hissed Lauren, looking into the jungle where he had appeared.

"That's just the beginning. You need to leave as soon as possible. 
Don't ask for a lift, just run."

"Why? They've promised to take us to the Venezuelan border and avoid 
the uprising and fighting"

"Fighting stopped last week, country's almost back to normal" he said, 
waiting for it to sink in. "I saw you a week ago. I know this woman who 
runs the place. She makes films, right?"

"Yeah, I haven't seen any though"

"Don't, or you won't sleep"

"Why?"

"They involve sex, but the stars rarely live to see the finished film." 
Lauren's head whirled, blood coursing through her body. "I met a couple 
of refugees about a month ago, just by chance. They had run through the 
night, pursued by her troops. There were four initially."

"But it's so far from anywhere. How did you get here?"

"By truck, then walked across that hill to find you." She was touched 
by his help, and realised that he must have walked for the best part of 
the morning to find the old house. She leaned over to see him.

"No, keep looking up, don't let them know I'm here or you really have 
had it. Your best chance is to come out together just as you did this 
afternoon. Come out of the house separately after your evening meal and 
each make your way over this wall and to the little opening that I came 
through. I'll meet you. Bring nothing or you'll give the game away. 
Once we start to run, we must keep moving. No stopping or God knows 
what'll happen."

"What, tonight?"

"Yeah, you can't wait any longer. Lauren, believe me, she's a whacko. 
Tell the children as late as possible. Don't give them time to think or 
give the game away, OK?"

She looked out at the hills, the dense undergrowth and thought of the 
brambles, the insects, mud, snakes and other inhabitants that would 
feast on her. The house was so safe, cool, there was food, television, 
a bed. "I don't know....there's Juan and Julie as well in there"

"Oh great, more! Don't be stupid Lauren. You have no goddamn choice. I 
can't hang around here. What time do you finish tea?"

"Six thirty, maybe a bit later."

"OK, tell the children at six forty-five. Have them change their 
clothes, put on socks and shoes, and tell the boys to leave first. Then 
the girls, then you, in ten minute intervals. I'll be here. If you 
don't show by eight o'clock, then I'll leave and you'll have to look 
after yourselves. Got it?"

She watched him slink silently back into the undergrowth, disappearing 
from sight with a feint rustle of leaves then walked back to the house, 
striding purposefully, energised into planning their next few hours. 
She moved cautiously, his words causing her alarm as she looked at the 
house with open, wiser eyes.

Jamie was slumped on the sofa, watching Spanish trash on the 
television. She sat on the floor in front of him, relating the plan and 
showing with her stern expression that she was both deadly serious and 
back in command. Without waiting for an answer, she rose and went to 
find Emma. She checked the kitchen, thinking that Emma might have 
offered to help with the preparation of their meal, but the kitchen was 
empty although some salad seemed to be ready, and she could smell the 
familiar spicy beef that simmered quietly on the stove.

She wandered into their own room, and heard Emma humming from the 
bathroom. Gently, she pushing the door open and peered round the 
corner. Emma lay against the end of the bath, eyes closed, trailing her 
hands in the water, dreaming of something that clearly amused her. 
Respecting her privacy, Lauren retreated back into the bedroom, shut 
the door nosily and shouted out for her.

"In here. Won't be a minute."

"Hurry up!" she said, looking around at the clothes on offer. Army 
shirts, a couple of pair of knickers and the old T-shirts and jeans 
that had worn on their arrival. She heard the bath water draining away 
and the door squeak open. Emma stood naked except for a towel around 
her shoulders, framed in the doorway.

"What's up?" she asked, smiling.

"Come on, you need to get dressed."

Emma slipped over to the bed, sitting with one foot pressed against the 
opposite thigh. Her little girl pussy, tight, spotless, gleamed between 
her tanned legs while her breasts poked out behind the towel. "Why, 
what's happening?" 

"Emma, we have to leave. But secretly." she confided, dropping the 
clothes she had collected at the foot of the bed. "Tonight, after we've 
eaten. I've already told Jamie."

Emma looked down into her naked lap, a look of pain on her face. 
"Lori?"

"What?" she asked, quietly, touching her knee in this time of crisis.

"Do you still like me?"

"Emma! Of course! What makes you say that?"

Emma shrugged, her lower lip trembling in preparation for the tears 
that seemed certain to follow. Lauren drank in the sight of her body, 
the freshness and purity of her skin so delectable that her heart 
raced. She squeezed her leg.

"Since we've been here, you've just ignored me, you know!"

"Oh Emma! Times here have been very difficult, sweety." she said, 
feeling equally miserable that Emma should even have to mention the 
topic.

"But, you could just curl up in bed with me." A tear that had be 
welling up fell on to her leg.

"Hey." said Lauren, wiping the tear away from her pussy. "When we get 
home, we'll stay together, I promise" Emma was silent. Sensing her 
mistrust, Lauren leaned towards her and kissed her gently on the 
forehead. Emma held Lauren's arm, encouraging her. The sobbing ebbed as 
Lauren kissed her ear, causing Emma to chuckle. Pleased with the 
progress, and sure that this was going to be needed to get Emma's full 
cooperation, Lauren pushed her gently over onto her side. She pecked at 
her shoulders, feeling the girl's heart pounding through her chest, 
sliding slowly down to take each glorious nipples between her lips. 
Conscious that she had to be quick, she slithered over her navel, 
licking as Emma's legs parted, down over her stomach towards her young 
sex.

Moving now between her legs, Lauren slipped her hands under the 
teenager's buttocks, pulling her up towards her mouth. Breathing over 
her pussy, she probed quickly with her tongue, teasing open the labia, 
rewarded with the taste and silkiness of her vagina. Open- mouthed, 
Lauren kissed her pussy hard, driving her tongue as deep as she could 
inside the girl, straining to delve as far as she could inside the 
lovely heat of her body. Lauren withdrew, pecking at her lips, flicking 
the folds that still covered her clitoris. Slowly, she lowered the girl 
back onto the bed and slipped up to rest with her. Lauren slid her arm 
around Emma's shoulders and pulled her tight.

She had forgotten the illicit taste of Emma, the purity of her body and 
the responsiveness that had shocked her that first night. The tight, 
perfect skin and the way she moved, so baby-like, fresh, exploratory 
and innocent in a way that was so endearing it made Lauren want to 
scream with delight.

"I promise, Emma. I think you're wonderful."

Emma breathed in loudly. "Lori, that's all I needed. Just, you know, a 
hug, a little kiss." Lauren looked at the ceiling, unable to think of 
any response that would adequately answer her. She hugged her tight, 
slipping her arm around her waist and lay with her, re- organizing her 
thoughts, her priorities.

She dressed Emma, watching her young pouting sex six inches from her 
eyes as she helped her on with her knickers, pulling them up slowly and 
carefully as the fine blonde hairs disappeared from sight. The material 
tightly hugged her buttocks and the elastic pinged noisily as Lauren 
let go, stepping back to help her on with her T- Shirt. They spent five 
minutes collecting necessities for the journey. A trip with only a 
beginning, no known destination or duration, not even a known outcome, 
just escape from a potential nightmare that Lauren was reluctant to 
share with Emma in any great detail. But Lauren was relieved that the 
children had accepted her authority once again.

During their evening meal, Maria stuck her head into the kitchen so say 
she was off out to finalize their move to Venezuela. Lauren nodded, 
thanking her, stating with flashing eyes that she would wait up for her 
return, just in case she needed any more information.

"I'm going to get some flowers from the garden when I've finished tea!" 
announced Emma. Her theatrical tone made Lauren cringe. She shot a 
glance at Maria, reassured to see that she had taken in innocence. 
Maria nibbled at her own food, standing by the kitchen window, looking 
out at the gathering clouds and gusts of wind that ruffled the bushes 
nearby. Lauren watched her, left hand on her hip as she absently forked 
her food. Her hair hung loosely over her back, shining, healthy. Her 
bare brown legs promised so much, their ultimate treasure hidden by the 
short skirt. Lauren shifted on her chair, rubbing herself in her 
dreamworld.

Maria turned, smiled radiantly at Emma, then waved good-bye. "Grab a 
bag from the drawer and go pick flowers. Slowly, there's no hurry, 
remember. Listen for traffic before you cross the wall." She watched as 
the girl rose, took the bag and left the kitchen, passing by the window 
as though off on an evening walk of the grounds. Lauren glanced at the 
clock. Six forty-five. Her heart beat wildly, fear rising inside her at 
the thought of the next few days and their reckless bid for freedom. 
She collected the dirty plates with shaking hands and dropped them 
gently into the sink. "Fridge stuff" she said to Jamie.

He took a bottle of milk, chocolate bars, cheese and some cold meat. 
They both knew that the food would spoil in less than a day, but at 
least it would keep them going until they could find something else. At 
six fifty-five, Lauren slipped out of the room, following in Emma's 
footsteps. She felt she was walking too fast, making her way almost 
directly to the front gate. Detouring a little, she wandered aimlessly 
for a while, turning to surreptitiously look at each of the windows 
that faced the road, checking for any signs of life. She knew that 
there would be two soldiers somewhere, but had never really thought of 
timing them or working out their daily schedule.

With a tinge of sorrow, she turned and made her way to the wall, 
plucking a flower on the way before sitting and pulling the petals off, 
one by one. She heard the rustling behind her and a whisper. "All 
clear!" hissed Peter's voice. Her heart beat wildly as blood surged to 
her head. Imitating soldiers she had seen on television, she slipped 
off the wall and crouched tight against it's side, breathing hard. Then 
she saw him, kneeling behind brambles. She looked both ways along the 
road, heard nothing, then scampered across the road, tripping as she 
entered the undergrowth and scratching her hand on the brambles.

"Shit!" she hissed, staring at Peter as though blaming him for choosing 
such a dangerous place.

"Take it easy." he said, catching her arm. "Keep going back there. It's 
easier going and Emma's waiting for you." She stumbled on, smiling 
weakly at Emma as she realised now that should anyone raise the alarm, 
they would be hunted down like animals. Wiping the cut on her jeans, 
she turned back to wait for Jamie.

He arrived silently less than five minutes later, and joined the girls 
with Peter close behind him.

"Did you leave the message for Maria?"

"You did what?" asked Peter, incredulously.

"Yeah. It just said that we'd gone to bed early, and we'd talk in the 
morning. Thanks for the work on getting us out." Peter nodded in 
agreement, then snaked back to the roadside to collect Juan and Julie.

"What about Maria, did she leave?" asked Lauren.

"Yeah, just before Emma arrived." replied Peter. "Now, single file, 
everyone follow me. We've got a lot of ground to cover overnight. Every 
15 minutes we'll stop, but as it gets cooler we should try and keep 
going longer." He looked at them all, watching their expressions which 
showed little belief. "Come on, we'll make it." Lauren took hold of his 
arm, pulling him closer. He recoiled slightly, possibly fearing a kiss. 
Lauren smiled at his reaction. "We just want to say thanks!" she said 
sincerely. He nodded, grinned and led off into the thick forest.

As they walked further, the going became easier, allowing them to stand 
up and walk normally. With frequent stops for water and tired feet, 
they covered about ten miles in the first four hours. Sticking away 
from the roads to avoid any traffic, they trudged silently north.

Lauren found herself quietly pleased, enjoying the time to herself, 
to ruminate, let her mind wander even more than usual. Her thoughts 
returned to Maria as she desperately tried to fit her character to that 
of murderer, as suggested by Peter. In many ways, Maria reminded her of 
Emma. So sensuous at one moment, then a complete sea change in a matter 
of seconds. Both beauties, alone, seeking companionship. But Emma's 
mean side was revengeful, punishing, vindictive, whereas Maria seemed 
to do it because it was necessary, expected of her, an order. Either 
way, concluded Lauren, they could both be spiteful, and Maria had the 
backing of her "Uncle" to help her get her way. She smiled, realising 
that she found them both quite irresistible.

As the night worn on, Lauren found herself snagging her clothing more 
frequently on bushes and the outcrops of rocks that lined their path. 
She had no idea at all how Peter was managing to steer them, but he 
seemed to keep a reasonably straight line, obstacles permitting, and 
never once faltered or seemed confused. On more than one occasion she 
wondered though if their goal of reaching Boquette and the safety of a 
true government stronghold was too adventurous, especially since it was 
at least one hundred miles.

Her thoughts tangled into one strong, central force. Survive. Get back 
to Boquette, wash, sleep, and survive. The only way to do that was to 
keep walking and avoid being caught by any of the Nationalists. And so, 
walking in the dark, the three girls and two boys followed Peter.

But her thoughts also meandered around herself. The burning question 
she sought to solve was how she could desert the children so easily 
when there was even the slimmest hope of sex. Not just a man, any sex. 
Just as Emma had pointed out, she hadn't really tried to escape. She 
had been in the bath willingly with Maria. And just as Maria had said - 
she recalled with crushing embarrassment - lying on Maria's bed, having 
been threatened hours earlier. Maria simply touching her, promise, 
suggestion in her fingertips, and 'wham!' she was anybody's. Sex 
occupied her thoughts almost all the time. Sex and how to get 
satisfaction. It was surely unnatural. Dammit, there weren't continual 
sex scenes in the Sound of goddamn Music. Same predicament though.

She caught herself staring at Peter's buttocks. His legs were strong, 
hairy, dependable. She wondered if she would make love to him. It 
seemed likely. She tested herself. If he pulled her into the bushes and 
dropped his trousers would she take hold of his cock? She thought hard, 
imagining the circumstances, the look on his face, where the other's 
might be. The answer was 'probably'. Would she have sex with him on the 
mountain? Definitely not, they were too filthy. She ran through the 
others, sorting them in order of sexual attraction. Jamie had to be 
last. He was nice, but not a turn-on. Emma was lovely, a pretty doll 
who clearly loved her. That left Juan - no thanks but clearly a 
sensitive lover - Peter and Julie. She watched Julie, clambering over a 
rock, muscles bulging in her thighs without being masculine. She held a 
certain fascination, mystique, uncharted territory. Lauren imagined her 
in the bath, bubbles cascading down her ...

"Oh shit!" screamed Lauren, falling hard against the ground. She grazed 
her hand as she reached out to break her fall.

"Jeeze, didn't you see it? It's pretty big, right?" asked Emma.

"Yeah, sure. I wasn't watching, that's all. Shit, that damn well hurt!" 
She looked at her wrist, scratched badly, blood dribbling down into the 
palm of her hand. She wrapped her hand in her T-Shirt and walked on, 
the grazes on her knees now making their presence known as her legs 
began to ache. "Shit!"

Occasionally their path took them close to the road and the straggle of 
refugees. They too seemed to walk at night, pushing themselves to get 
home, to discover what had happened to their houses, their livestock, 
their friends. The paths were blocked frequently by huge cacti or wild 
thorn bushes, their prickles difficult to deal with even in the 
moonlight. She cursed them often, holding the branches back for the 
others to pass. Dirt tracks off the main road criss-crossed their own 
makeshift path, leading higher up the mountains to isolated houses. She 
knew in the day their roofs shone in bright colours rather than the 
drab grey of Europe.

Rustling in the undergrowth stopped them on the third morning. Lauren 
was pleased to stop every time they heard something ahead, her nerves 
were on edge and she suspected that everyone else felt a bit shell-
shocked. Each time it had been an animal, but each time they had 
treated it was deadly concern, squatting down to the side of their 
path, resting, staring into the blackness for a sign, and outline of 
what lay ahead. A goat, on this occasion still tethered to a stout iron 
pole, sniffed at the ground, turning stones with it's snout in search 
of food. The further north they walked, the more relaxed they felt. 
Peter ventured out onto the road as they passed a large group of 
refugees that had gathered expectantly at a cross- roads. He wandered 
on in their direction, ambling off into the undergrowth before doubling 
back to report his findings.

"Seems it's all over. Nobody has seen any Nationalists since two days 
ago. Certainly not round here. We should walk on the road when it's 
dark tonight I think, we'll make it back to your place much faster."

It was later that day that Juan realised that they were less than ten 
miles from his old house where he had been staying before setting off 
for the south. They stopped after he and Peter had discussed it for 
several minutes so the whole group could debate what the best course of 
action was, given that they had still seen nothing of the Nationalists 
during their trek. Everyone was tired as they sat in the sweltering 
afternoon sun.

Juan hugged Julie as much as the heat and decency would allow, 
confirming in Lauren's eyes that he had made up his mind. She really 
looked wonderful, even though sweat poured from her

forehead, her hair matted against her face. Her T-Shirt was torn and 
her jeans almost useless, flashes of her pink knickers showing through. 
Great rips at about waist height that had also cut through and torn her 
skin. She was filthy, hands black with dust and grime, her trainers 
torn, curling at the toes. But underneath, Lauren recalled her pure 
skin, the muscular look to her shoulders, the fine covering of pubic 
hair that had parted when Juan slipped a finger into her pussy. She had 
been so loving that afternoon with him, caring, feeling and responding 
with her hands, caressing him even as he bent her backwards on the seat 
and thrust into her. Lauren nodded, agreeing with herself that there 
was something supremely erotic about the girl, with or without clothes, 
dirty or clean. Her thoughts turned again to how she might wash her but 
went no further than running the water.

Juan stood, wished them well, turned, and walked west towards the 
scattered buildings far in the distance. A lump formed in Lauren's 
throat as she watched both Juan and the desperation on Julie's face, 
tears flowing down the girl's cheeks as her lover disappeared into the 
undergrowth. Lauren caught herself, about to utter something pointless 
along the lines of not worrying, she would see him again, and simply 
pulled her to her shoulder, allowing her to weep freely, tears washing 
a clean furrow through her grimy face.

Their confidence grew after that night, so much so that when they came 
across a major road heading north, they left the road and crouched in 
the trees, calculating whether it would be safe to join the steady 
stream of refugees that trudged north. Peter had looked at each of 
them, trying to judge how easily they would pass for locals. Their 
clothes were tatty, their faces blotched, reddened from the sun, dusty 
and dried. They agreed that they would join the trickle of people one 
at a time, at three minute intervals, rather than as a group. That was, 
if one was stopped, the others might have a chance to escape.

Their hunger and the dreadful heat caused them naturally to look down 
despondently at the road, following whoever was in front silently. 
Glancing at others along the way, Lauren tried to judge whether they 
had found food anywhere that she might have missed, or whether a group 
had some unfair advantage. But her suspicions were confirmed gradually 
as the journey unfolded and details were learnt from fellow refugees. 
The government had re-taken control of the country and offered the 
Nationalists the chance to talk, on the understanding that a cease-fire 
was respected. Various accounts put the cease- fire at almost two weeks 
old. Initially, one old woman said, nobody moved, fearing to return 
home in case fighting broke out again. But as the peace progressed, the 
trickle became a stream until much of the country was heading north, 
supervised by U.N. troops and the government.

Their caution about staying apart, though wise, was unnecessary. 
Continuing their steady march, they made the outskirts of Boquette in 
less than two days, buying a ride on an ancient bus for three hundred 
dollars of Peter's money, more than bus could ever have been worth, and 
certainly more money than the old driver had ever seen.

For Lauren, though, the greatest shock lay waiting for her north of 
Boquette, on the road to the house. Her elation at their trek and the 
obvious happy outcome was apparent and infectious. As they crested the 
hill that led up from the bay towards home, a rickety tractor 
approached from behind. It's rhythmic putter resonated along the road. 
Lauren turned to see the huge phallic chimney stack belching fumes in 
to the afternoon air and turned away, holding her breath. As it crawled 
past, she looked up. Her heart leapt as disbelief tensed her muscles. 
Sitting on the back of the low loader was Felix, his arm around a 
little girl - clearly his daughter - and another woman leaning against 
him with a young boy. The very picture of the happy family.

"Er, Lauren, that's ..." muttered Emma from behind.

Lauren fumed, her face reddening as she stared at the group through 
slit eyes. "I know, that little shit." She replayed every scene at fast 
forward through her mind. Now she realised why he couldn't stay the 
night. It had nothing to do with work, he simply went home to his wife. 
And the reason he seemed so accomplished in bed was that he'd had sex 
with his wife for years, 'probably every bloody day' thought Lauren. Or 
perhaps not, that was why he came by the gallon whenever they made 
love. She correct herself. No, they had sex, they didn't make love. She 
shook her head, trying to work out why she had never even suspected 
that he could have been married. The only comment Emma received was a 
thin smile from Lauren and threats to rearrange his anatomy with the 
bread knife.

She was unsure whether he had seen her or not, but as the stark facts 
sank in it served to strengthen her stride and bring her up alongside 
Peter. They chatted again, as they had done almost continually since 
their escape, arm in arm, comrades, war heroes. Ironically, he had felt 
embarrassed that the Nationalist hadn't tried to snatch them back, and 
he therefore had wondered out loud if he had made a terrible mistake. 
But his tales of the films - some he had seen and others he had heard 
about - seemed vivid and almost plausible enough to justify their 
clandestine escape. As they entered the gravel driveway of the house 
she held his hand, pulling him close to her side as a gesture of 
thanks.


Chapter 56

There was relief and delight not just at finally opening the two huge 
front doors of the house, but with the fact that everything appeared to 
have been left undisturbed. In their month away, Jamie found that the 
lounge windows had been boarded up and the woodwork surround had been 
replaced and painted, probably in preparation for new glass.

"Looks like the landlord has been and done a few repairs." he announced 
passing through the kitchen. While Julie, Juan and Peter slowly 
followed them around, the children explored, checking that their 
respective rooms had been left alone. Satisfied that almost everything 
was normal, they gathered in the kitchen.

"The pool's been patched up, but the pump sounds like it's going to 
explode. Water's clear, though."

"Ahh!" cried Lauren as she opened the fridge. The smell crept out, 
nauseating the group in seconds.

"Jesus, what the hell was in there?" asked Peter.

"I've no idea, but I bet it could walk out on it's own. Jeeze, what a 
stink!" smiled Jamie, handing her a cloth.

It took most of the evening to clear up, make beds and move the food 
out of the spare room and into the utility area. Jamie and Lauren would 
stay in their separate rooms while Julie would stay in Emma's room on a 
mattress. Peter agreed to stay the night on the sofa which pulled out 
to make a reasonable queen-sized bed. Everyone took turns using the 
phone, reporting to the embassy that they were safe. Although the line 
was crackly, Lauren was overjoyed to hear that they had her name on the 
register, and the embassy staff sounded truly pleased that she was 
safe, well and at home. She was almost certain too that they said they 
would get a message to her parents in the next couple of days. After 
ringing off, she tried to phone them herself, but despite dialing five 
or six times, received no ringing tone from Switzerland.

Jamie, helped by Peter, brought the air conditioning back on and 
watched carefully as the gas boiler roared into life to provide hot 
water. Just before bed, they wandered out into the grounds, checking 
the fences and making sure there were no dead bodies or other 
inconveniences lurking in the shadows. Emma came running back from the 
stables to report with unconcealed delight that the horses had gone.

Lauren waved goodnight to her friends and shut her door quietly. Her 
bed beckoned, the silk bedspread shining in the gloom of the evening. 
She fell, face down on top if it, hugging it's coolness, smiling and 
bubbling at the thought of having escaped so successfully. She was 
sorely tempted to strip and fall asleep on the spot, but pushed herself 
to wander through into her bathroom and wash. She tore off her T-Shirt 
and threw it in the corner, deciding that the best thing would be 
simply to throw it away in the morning. She slipped off the remains of 
her jeans, and peeled her filthy knickers off down her legs. Four days 
of sweat and grime had blackened them to a state that she had not 
thought possible. Naked, she stretched above her head, turning to look 
at herself in the mirror.

Her face was definitely blotchy, her cheeks red, almost swollen by the 
sun and rough living. Great black streaks seemed to have channeled into 
her face where sweat had coursed down during their trek. Her tan 
remained intact, but her hips seemed more pronounced, not because she 
had put weight on, but because she had lost it, sweated it all away 
during their one hundred mile sauna through the country. Admittedly, a 
large part had been in the bus, but that had been hot if not strenuous. 
She grabbed her buttocks, squeezing them, parting her cheeks as the 
cool air flowed around her legs. A hand cupped her pussy, grinding 
against the thick mat of her pubic hair. She scratched in the most 
unladylike fashion, bringing her fingers up to her nose. It was quite 
apparent that tired or not, she desperately needed to wash.

The shower water was luke warm at best, but that scarcely mattered as 
she pulled the curtain around and stepped under the jet. Raising her 
arms, she let the water pummel her body, massaging her back into life. 
The water flowed down her legs, still clean to her surprise. However, 
once the soap took effect, great black streams of dirt appeared, and 
every time she rubbed her skin, the water changed colour. Ten minutes 
later, she stepped out, dripping and incredulous that there had been so 
much dirt and moreover, that she could have even considered going to 
bed without washing.

In her lounge, she slumped on the sofa and flicked on the TV. The rerun 
of a western that she had seen when she first arrived made her smile. 
Still naked and dripping water, she absently rested her right foot on 
the arm of the sofa and laid back to watch the film. Her fingers found 
her pussy, reawakening her with feelings that had been absent for 
almost a week. The message said 'play with me' but reality beckoned. 
She turned off the TV, and slid into bed, hugging the pillow as she 
drifted into her dreamworld.

Lauren woke at seven, and even though her clock agreed, she distrusted 
it enough to get up, wash and dress in her father's great white shirt 
and clean (oh joy!) knickers before making her way to the kitchen. 
Passing the lounge, she spied Peter, flat on his stomach on the 
sofabed. Her breathed heavily, his frame pushing up the thin sheet that 
covered him. She leant against the doorway, watching. He was broad-
shouldered, strong, and tall. His clothes lay scattered around the room 
just as though they had been ripped from his body the night before. 
Alarm bells rang briefly in her head. Julie, Emma? Surely not. She tip- 
toed into the kitchen, made coffee as quickly as possible and returned 
to sit on the side of his bed.

"Hey, wakey wakey! Another thirty miles to do!" The lack of five days 
shaving was apparent, stubble beginning to lay evenly over his face.

"Ohh!" he grumbled, rolling onto his back with a broad smile. She sat 
facing him, offering the coffee as he looked around for another pillow 
to help him sit upright. "Jeeze, I really ache"

"Yeah, so do I. You should use the pool today, relax in the sun a bit." 
He nodded, pushing the pillow behind him as he gathered the sheet 
around his waist. He had a hairy chest, muscular with rounded shoulders 
and strong arms. His eyes wandered over Lauren, dwelling momentarily on 
her long legs as he sipped his coffee. Lauren recalled her thoughts 
about Peter, how he had tied for first place with Julie. She knew it 
would end up like his tale of his past girlfriend, probably even worse 
until she herself returned to Switzerland. After the uprising, and 
assuming that everything settled down, he was unlikely to return to San 
Falino on business.

"I must call work, tell them I'll be out of contact for a couple of 
days."

"Ohh, right!"

"Oh, sorry, if that's OK. I mean, well...you know." Lauren nodded, 
smiling assent. She shifted slightly, facing him.

"I can show you round. The car's still here, and we could go into 
Boquette. In fact, we could all go out for lunch. I've got the 
housekeeping credit card!" He smiled, leaning over to find somewhere to 
put his coffee. Lauren took it from him, placing it safely by the 
fireplace.

"You look nice and cool. How hot is it today?"

She shrugged. "My father's." she said, posing to show off the shirt.

"Suits you." His eyes probed beneath the shirt tails. "Didn't Jamie say 
the pool was working?"

"Yep. You'd have to borrow some of his Dad's swimming trunks. You're 
much too big for his." said Lauren innocently. As the words sank in she 
smiled, shaking her with embarrassment, shifting closer to him. He 
toured her body again with his gaze, pleasure in his eyes quite 
apparent as he leaned back against his pillow, his movement and body 
inviting, casual. Lauren leaned across him, placing her left hand the 
other side of his legs, still not touching but confirming interest. Her 
legs shifted once again, the tanned highway in line with his head.

"Hey!" exclaimed Lauren as though discovering something revolutionary, 
"do you want a bath? You can use mine if you want?" Her mind told that 
the offer was as far as she wanted to go at that moment. If he had 
pulled her down and kissed her, she would have reciprocated willingly. 
And perhaps there was a short future in a relationship with him, by way 
of thanks rather than anything else, but sex in the lounge had been 
tried before and was definitely too risky.

"I'm too tired to wash, all I could do would be to lie there. Of 
course, if someone washed me, that would be OK!"

She laughed. "That's a great idea. I'll run the water and then make 
sure that Jamie doesn't mind washing you!" She took the opportunity to 
glance quickly down again at his hips. The shock on her face was beyond 
concealment as she gauged the size of his cock. The shape of his leg 
was clear beneath the sheet, a swelling that fell with as the sheet 
hugged his inner thigh. But in the middle, between the two sharp bones 
of his hips bobbed his cock. Lauren had no idea quite how big he was, 
or whether he was fully erect, but a surge of adrenaline and lust 
coursed through her body, fluttering her heart as she realised he made 
no effort to conceal his erection. Regaining some composure, she stared 
directly into his eyes, starting a game.

"Sorry, that's no fun!" he said.

"Perhaps Emma and me, then. We'd have to make sure you're really clean. 
But I expect you'd be embarrassed, wouldn't you?"

He looked at her intently, trying to judge how serious she was. He 
stuttered. "Emma's too young for such things, she's so innocent, 
right?" Lauren caught the movement of his cock under the sheet. She 
leaned further onto his legs, bringing her own up so that he couldn't 
quite see her knickers.

"She needs to learn sometime, right?" she suggested.

"Lauren, you're a naughty girl! I remember what you said you did with 
that girl in Switzerland."

"Nikki"

"Yeah. Washing and all the rest"

"What rest?" Her hand found his thigh and rubbed gently, closing in.

"Come here" he said softly. Lauren debated, intentionally giving the 
impression of her mental process. She slid to the floor, brushing his 
cock with her arm. Her lips met his, their kiss long, exploratory. She 
broke away, patting his cock as she stood.

"Breakfast!" she said and turned, suprising herself that it had been 
easy to break away from what was most definitely the promise of the 
biggest cock in her life. She waved at Julie down the hallway as she 
emerged to greet the new day. Leaning on the sink in the kitchen, she 
realised that while she half felt like sex, something seemed to have 
happened to her during the past week. She created scenarios, judging 
them for their potency and desirability. A hug and kiss with Emma would 
be fine. She had a strong interest in doing anything with Julie, 
especially as she was such a dependable girl, cute and full of energy. 
Peter was fine, but she now thought that a relationship was 
impractical, probably even if they both lived in Switzerland. Jamie 
didn't even register as a possibility. Food and relaxation, house 
repair supervision and the children's schooling were therefore her top 
priorities. 'Yes', she thought, 'new priorities in my new life. 
Responsibility. Leadership.'

The smell of cooking and coffee roused the household, and by ten 
everyone was fed, washed and ready for the day. Lauren spent much of 
the morning on the phone, leaving messages for Elizabeth and Gustav at 
every number she could find. One of Elizabeth's team mentioned that 
they all knew that the children were home and safe. Gustav was in 
Switzerland, but Elizabeth would now be cutting short her work in the 
north, and be home at the weekend, four days away. She would call that 
evening.

"Damn nice of her!" said Lauren out loud as the line went dead. She 
showed Peter to her bathroom, their movements and distance perfectly 
choreographed, eliminating any chance of an accidental touch, their 
casual behaviour speaking volumes of what might transpire later.

"Here. Soap, towel. What else?" she asked.

"Got a spare toothbrush?"

"Yep, here!" she said, opening the medicine cabinet on the wall. To her 
horror, two plastic gloves fell into the sink. She scooped them up, 
trying desperately of something to say. "Er, medicinal purposes. Emma"

"No problem" he offered, his eyes wandering all over her for any sign 
of a clue to their real purpose.

Lauren made her excuses and left, reminding him that she would be 
through in her bedroom, sorting out her washing. She listened during 
the ten minutes he needed, amused by the sound of his humming in the 
shower, the occasional shriek. She knew full well that the noises were 
half invitations to go and assist, but that didn't figure into her new 
plans.

He emerged, dripping with a towel around his body and another round his 
head, his hair wet and matted. Lauren plugged in her hair drier and 
guided him to the edge of the bed. Kneeling behind him, she rubbed his 
thick hair, alternately combing and fluffing it to encourage it to dry. 
He seemed so strong, manly. It was wholesome to have him in her 
bedroom. She wondered if that's what the room needed to make it more 
like home, a man. The silk bedspread caressed her legs, recalling the 
feeling of how her bottom had felt when her ankles had been by her ears 
and Felix had introduced her to his toy.

She settled slowly onto her heels, fully aware that the deeper she 
sank, the more her father's shirt rode up her thighs. Dropping her 
comb, she shifted slightly, using her left hand briefly to touch her 
pussy, loosening the tight knickers and allowing it to breath. She 
found there was something erotic, almost creative in running her hands 
innocently through his hair, combing it into some sort of order, 
touching him to her hearts content. He sighed occasionally, and when 
she thought his eyes might be closed, she knelt higher in order to 
glance round his shoulder and into his lap, the bulge still clearly 
defined beneath the wet towel.

Although tempted, she flicked off the switch, announced that he could 
use the little lounge to change in if he wanted, and then left him 
alone while she again tried the phone. Pleased with herself and her new 
moral code, she made her way to the utility room.

They had lunch in the town as planned, riding around like tourists as 
they showed the sights to Julie and Peter. Lauren allowed herself two 
beers at lunch, and felt more than relaxed as they pulled up back at 
the house. Her little entourage tumbled from the car and into the 
house, the cool of the air conditioning almost knocking them over as 
they slammed the door noisily.

"Look" she said, loudly, to Julie and Peter "if this is your last night 
here you two we should have farewell party and celebrate! There's tons 
of food and drink here!"

"Great idea. The we can take you to the station tomorrow morning, right 
Lori?" said Emma, herself a little merry from lunch.

Lauren watched Julie as she shuffled closer to Jamie. It was clear that 
they would be saying good-bye most of the night and well into the early 
morning. Then it dawned on her that she had actually seen Julie leaving 
Jamie's room that morning. She grinned at the girl, mentally undressing 
her with the greatest of ease as she recalled the performance with 
Juan. Julie returned the smile, grasping Jamie's hand in hers.

"Let's not wait for tonight, let's start now!" said Jamie, gaining a 
cheer of approval. Leading the way, he removed a bottle of white wine 
from the fridge, grabbed five glasses and walked onto the patio. He 
stripped, showing that he already had his swimming trunks on underneath 
his shorts, and slowly waded out from the shallow end of the pool, 
careful in case he stepped on rocks or any other object left by the 
builders. Lauren showed Peter to Gustav's wardrobe, searching with him 
to locate a pair of swimming trunks. It crossed her mind that he might 
try them on right there, in front of her, but modesty won the day, and 
he sneaked off into the bathroom to change. Re-emerging with more of a 
fatherly image, they sniggered together before parting so that Lauren 
could change.


Chapter 57

Back on the patio, Julie was almost suitably clothed. The thought was 
there, but Emma's spare bikini was meant for a girl of thirteen, not 
seventeen. The small patches of cloth barely covered her nipples, and 
the bikini bottom cut wickedly into her thighs, molding itself to her 
athletic build. Lauren slumped down onto the lounger, leaning back as 
she sipped the ice cold wine. She watched Jamie plying back and forth, 
turning effortlessly, length after length. Julie watched him with great 
interest as she sat on the deck chair, an ankle resting on her knee, no 
doubt, thought Lauren, giving Jamie a wonderful view of the material as 
it must surely be trapped between the soft folds of her labia.

Lauren closed her eyes, aware that Peter wanted to talk, to join the 
group. He knew little of what they had been forced to do in Maria's 
wayward house, but Lauren had briefly mentioned that everyone was 
involved at the same time, including Emma. She had glossed over the 
facts about her relationship with Maria and focused on the little show 
that they had been persuaded to perform for Maria's so- called Uncle. 
Peter had been fascinated, asking no questions, lapping up every detail 
as they trudged along on the second day of the walk. His interest 
shifted from a need for the sexual details to a search for the reason 
that they were still alive. Lauren gradually realised that Maria may 
have felt that to have Lauren and Emma alive and willing was of more 
service to her than involve them in one of her more violent 
productions. They had not discussed the event since that time, the 
subject taboo.

She opened her eyes, just in time to see Emma standing by the poolside, 
wineglass in hand. Jamie was bobbing up and down in the water, 
encouraging her. She swigged back the half empty glass, set it down and 
flicked the clasp of her bikini top. It hit the floor at the same time 
she entered the water, diving gracefully beside her brother. The 
activity wasn't missed by Peter, who sat up casually, waiting for the 
little girl to re-emerge. She didn't disappoint, breaking the surface 
fast enough to allow her young breasts to burst forth into the sunlight 
in all their glory. Lauren became aware of Julie to her right, restless 
and clearly torn between staying with the older pair and joining those 
closer to her age. Youth won. She stood in her tight bikini and walked 
to the edge of the pool, acknowledging the whistles and laughter from 
the water.

Lauren and Peter looked at each other, smiling before turning back to 
watch the girl. Her physique was perfect, both elegant and athletic, 
the broad shoulders of a swimmer, maybe, combined with the no-nonsense 
tautness of her limbs. Her buttocks were tight together, trapping the 
thin strap of her bikini in a way that revealed her pussy lips between 
her legs to perfection. She turned to Lauren.

"Do you mind?" she asked, holding the front clasp of her bikini top. 
Her breasts bulged from almost every edge of the material.

"No, we're very casual here, don't you worry." she replied, dismissing 
her concern with a wave of her hand, spilling her wine. Julie flicked 
her fingers, revealing to Lauren once again her breasts, the nipples 
flat, asleep. She dropped the hopelessly inadequate clothing on top of 
Emma's and sat down on the edge of the pool, dangling her feet in the 
water. Jamie swam across to her and gripped her legs, pulling 
relentlessly until she tumbled on top of him into the water, laughing 
in delight at the cool water and the sensation of their bodies 
together.

Lauren shifted on the lounger, crossing her legs and squeezing her 
thighs, glancing to her left at Peter and smiling. "Hot, eh?" she said, 
her words not slurred but with a pronounced drawl. Peter nodded. His 
hands were in his lap as he laid back against the raised seat, trying 
to look the picture of calm while his cock attempted to burst out from 
underneath the trunks. Her eyes gleamed in the sunlight as she toured 
his body, from his strong shoulders and arms, down over his ancient 
trunks and along his hairy legs. Ample room in the trunks for her hand, 
she thought. She decided two things within seconds of each other. 
Firstly, she just had to lose her top, because the sun was making her 
itch. Secondly, she wasn't going to be distasteful and do it herself. 
That was a job for Peter, and she would let him do it as a way of 
thanking him. He turned, following her eyes, clearly embarrassed by the 
length of time she had stared at him.

Lauren and Peter ventured into the water only briefly, enough to be 
able to say they joined in, to wash away the heat of the afternoon. But 
she didn't like the splashing and the constant diving of the others 
worried her, so rather than nervously clinging to the edge, she waded 
out, stood still and drip dried for a couple of minutes and then 
resumed her relaxed position on the lounger. Peter pulled himself out 
of the water less than five minutes later.

"Want some more wine, this white's almost gone?" 

"Yeah, I'll show you where it is." said Lauren, springing to her feet. 
Blood pounded in her head, black blotches from the sudden jump up half 
obscuring her vision as she wandered towards the kitchen. He caught her 
arm, steadying her as she stepped onto the cool marble of the utility 
room floor. "Here!" she said, opening the fridge, "one more bottle of 
white, then there's tons of red in the spare room." She put the bottle 
on the kitchen table, and took his hand, pulling him to the spare room. 
Her knuckles brushed against his rigid cock, her brain noting the 
hardness and, to her delayed surprise, the utter desire that 
registered. Their fingers interlocked, cool and damp, exploring, 
squeezing as their feet flapped along the cold hallway.

She guided him into the room, flicking the door closed with her foot as 
he tugged along. They spun round, unspoken words exchanged, consent 
signaled as they edged closer. Her bikini was damp, the material 
clinging tightly to her body. Lauren pulled him towards her, his cock 
now raging against her stomach. To her amazement, the length of his 
erection and his physical height caused the top of his cock to nestle 
against the firm, graceful curve of her breast. She gripped his 
buttocks, pulling him close as she looked up dreamily into his eyes. 
Her lips parted as he leaned down, craning his neck to kiss her 
forehead. She could feel tiny drips from her bikini running down her 
leg, warm, caressing.

She exhaled, delighted at his touch, the coolness of his hands, the 
safety of his strength. Swaying slightly, she kissed him back, slipping 
her tongue along his lip, encouraging him as his hands gripped her 
back, squeezing her breasts against his hairy chest. Her bikini top 
reminded her of the desire building inside her and so when his hands 
rubbed lightly against the side of her breasts she sighed, kissing him 
hard in encouragement. But rather than ripping her clothes off, she 
felt his grip increase, squeezing her sides, lifting her slightly so 
that she stood on tiptoes. Her hands moved over his back, circling, 
rising until she held his shoulders, maintaining her embrace with a 
sigh and a thundering heart.

"Eyes closed?"

She laughed, recalling their flight. "Story time?"

"Mmm. Tell me what you feel."

She thought, hot and panting as she lay her head on his shoulder and 
gently swayed back and forth to imaginary music. "I feel our bodies, 
close, touching all the way down. I feel your feet against mine. I feel 
your legs. I know your heart is beating very quickly. Your mouth is 
warm and tastes of white wine. I can smell chlorine, lunch."

"What else?"

"I feel the cool air in the room, the warmth of my legs. I know there's 
suntan stuff under my arms and over my stomach. My muscles still ache. 
I'm a little drunk, not hungry. And you feel so clean. Your skin feels 
tight, cold, my fingers sort of squeak over it when I touch you."

"What's poking against your stomach?"

"Your cock" she replied without hesitation.

"Why?"

"Because it's stiff"

"Why?"

"Perhaps it's happy!"

"Because you're here, because you're so gorgeous. Because when you take 
your top off, I think you'll look like an angel." He kissed her again.

Lauren laughed at his romantic notions, trying to minimize the secret 
delight of his words. "I'm not going to take it off." He looked at her.

"Why?"

"Because that's your job." She turned, breaking their embrace. 
Undecided whether to stay in the spare room or venture to her own 
bedroom, she grabbed the wine and split the difference, stumbling into 
the bed. Again, he steadied her, leading her towards the lounge. They 
flopped onto the white sofa, kneeling while they leaned over the back 
to check that the others were safe and minding their own business. 
Julie was sitting on the edge, dangling her legs in the water while 
leaning back on her elbows with her head tilted right back. She stared 
at the sky while Jamie buried his head between her legs, licking her 
while Emma watched. Lauren turned to Peter, soliciting comment.

He looked embarrassed, smiling nervously as he shifted, obviously 
rubbing his cock through his trunks on the back of the sofa.

Lauren leaned forward, feeling the warmth of his breath as she 
approached, then the wet tingle as they kissed. She slid her arm along 
the back of the sofa, scooping him up while her other hand pulled him 
closer. "Some red wine, I think. To celebrate our freedom."

"OK, but not too much, we don't want to fall asleep, right?" Lauren up-
ended her wine glass, draining the remainder of the white wine. He 
poured carefully, the deep red liquid clinging to the side of the 
glass, the heady bouquet filling the room. "Cheers!" he said. They 
turned away from the activity on the patio and slipped down together. 
His eyes followed the wine glass, sneaking a look at her magnificent 
cleavage as she drank. Lauren looked so tanned, firm, young and most 
definitely in need of some serious loving. She rested her half-empty 
glass on the carpet and sank into the sofa, smiling while she shuffled 
around, turning her back on him while her head slipped over his chest, 
coming to rest in his lap. There was no mistaking his cock, arrogant, 
hard and ridiculously long, starting below her right ear, and giving 
every impression of continuing way above as her head pushed it hard 
against his stomach.

Peter's hands rubbed her shoulders, massaging again the tired aches out 
of her system. Fingers probed deeper, gliding occasionally over the top 
of her breasts, delving the tiniest of distances under the tight 
material of her top. She glanced down, pleased to see her nipples 
erect, standing to attention, aching slightly as though deprived of 
sustenance. She pushed back, digging her head deeper into his lap, 
rolling his cock back and forth beneath the trunks. She brought her 
knees up, really wanting to open her legs, to leave one on the sofa 
cushion and the other on the back of the seat, but modesty dictated 
that she should wait until invited.

The wine was having an effect on her now, her eyelids heavy, her 
movements dreamy as warmth from their bodies mixed to provide 
sanctuary. Relaxed, comfortable, so cozy with him as lazy fingers 
wandered over her shoulders, stroked the side of her face, teased 
jokingly as he placed a finger against her lips and quickly moved 
before she could bite it. Games she had played with her mother. He 
traced the outline of her bikini top, implying his desire to venture 
down to her hard nipples, to reveal the true perfection of her form. 
She pushed against his fingers, pleased as a finger tip brushed over 
the tautness, flicked and caressed before escaping for fear of 
offending.

"You look gorgeous down there" he whispered. "such long legs, all the 
way down the sofa" She pushed into his lap, her left hand dropping to 
her side, finding his leg and stroking gently. "I can see you 
breathing, rising and falling. I think I can hear your heart beating 
too!"

Lauren smiled, giggling as she ran her fingers through the hair on his 
legs. She turned her head very slightly to the right, bringing more of 
his cock into contact with her cheek. The warmth and hardness permeated 
his trunks, beckoning her, tempting her to take him in her mouth while 
he bulged a matter of inches from her face. The stiff outline of his 
manhood played tents, the top of his thick cock straining to reach 
daylight. He breathed deeply, in thanks for the added attention, 
stroking her hair before slowly, with the utmost care and strength, 
lifting her shoulders so that he could kiss her tenderly on the lips. 
Lauren melted, closing her eyes in total surrender to his lips, bending 
her knees and parting her legs slightly as she reached back and grabbed 
his neck. He twisted around so that their kiss was more conventional, 
pulling her up against his leg so that he still had to lean down but 
could hold her side and pull her close.

To her relief she felt his hands roaming over her breasts, his thumb 
dipping under the thin elastic as he peeled the material away from her 
proud beauty. The bra straps slipped down her arms as the cups drifted 
to her waist, revealing her breasts and signaling to Lauren that he had 
taken the plunge and the trembling demands within her pussy would be 
satisfied at last.

"You're perfect!" he said, shaking his head slightly. Embarrassed, she 
leaned and pulled his lips to her own, stifling any further examination 
and hopefully encouraging him to the next goal. Leaning across his 
legs, she slipped her hand inside the leg of his trunks, feeling her 
way to the thin webbing that served as a lining. He gripped her harder, 
rewarding her ambition and opening his legs slightly to allow greater 
movement. Pushing further, she felt the soft, squishy skin of his 
balls, hanging warm and loose between his legs. Slightly further was 
the rock hard beginning of his cool cock, bursting forth between his 
balls, immovable, rampant, seemingly endless. Unable to contain her 
curiosity, she clumsily traced it's length, speechless as the trunks 
prevented her from finding anything that felt like the great red knob 
she expected.

"Oh yes, that's lovely." he said, rubbing her nipples gently with the 
palm of his hand before skimming down to her bikini bottom. "I can see 
your pussy lips beneath your bikini"

Amazed and aroused by the running commentary, she nodded, looking down 
as she parted her legs a little more. Her hand found her pussy, the 
middle finger extended as she brought temporary relief. "I want you. I 
need you really deep inside me." She panted hard now, caught up in the 
language. "Make me come, do anything!" He slid down the sofa and picked 
her up in his arms in one fluid motion. Kneeling down on one knee, he 
grabbed the bottle of wine while she picked up their glasses. He stood 
again, pausing so they could watch the children once more from the 
gloom of the lounge. Jamie now laid on the lounger and Julie, naked and 
with her back to them, sucked his cock. Her legs were slightly parted 
and the erotic outline of her pussy and the bright spot of her anus 
between her legs affected them both. Emma appeared to be naked as well 
but content to sit in a chair on her own, watching. Lauren giggled 
again.

 Chapter 58

"She's beautiful. They both are" said Peter. Lauren kissed his chest, 
signaling the end of their voyeuristic interlude. They entered her room 
noisily, the door swinging back against the wall. The wine made it to 
her bedside table, just as they both fell onto the silk bedspread. She 
tugged her bikini top off and flipped it dramatically onto the carpet, 
allowing Peter once again to drink in the pure wonder of her figure. He 
knelt on the bed, leaning to kiss her, pushing her down against the 
crisp cotton pillows. His warm mouth found her lips, kissing her 
generously but dwelling only a little before venturing down to her 
breasts. Unable to contain herself any longer, she turned, waiting for 
him to kiss his way to her legs before pulling his trunks, and the 
object of her desire, close to her mouth. Resting her head on the bed, 
she nuzzled between his legs, kissing his thighs as his legs parted. 
She gripped his cock through his trunks and confirmed it was an 
enormous iron rod, the veins obvious to her touch even through his 
trunks. She stifled a laugh as she realised just how big he was. Her 
fingers caught the waistline of his trunks and pulled, allowing the 
thick, throbbing head of his cock to burst through. It shone, the skin 
peeled back, gathered below the deep red bulb. Instinctively, as though 
wishing to make friends with it immediately, she flicked the top with 
her tongue, delighted as it sprang away, bobbing back slowly as it 
settled for more attention.

He became more courageous, kissing around her navel quickly before 
concentrating on the tanned silkiness of her young thighs. Without any 
hurry, he kissed, licked and blew warm air over her, stirring inside 
the demand that had been growing since she had woken up that morning. 
His face was smooth, his tongue pure luxury as it probed closer to her 
wetness. She shifted, only half concentrating on his cock as she 
flicked it with her tongue. He was closing in, holding his breath 
before delving under the tight bikini in search of her treasure. His 
hand went under her bottom, lifting her closer to his mouth, giving him 
room to pull down her bikini slightly and tease the length of her 
labia.

"Oh yes, that's it. That's lovely." His free hand found her breasts, 
teasing her nipples in time with his tongue. "Oh, do it!" The wonderful 
contrast of the heat inside her, the warmth of his tongue and the cool 
touch of his skin alarmed her, the desire to have him inside 
strengthening with every tiny touch of his tongue.

"What, anything?" he asked after kissing her pussy and pulling her 
bikini another inch lower. The beginning of her thin pubic hair poked 
out over the top.

"No." She slid him into her mouth, measuring him, realising that she 
could only accommodate half of him comfortably. Clean, tasteless but so 
very strong. She shook her head. "No, everything and anything. Make me 
unconscious!"

"What about the children?"

"Later!" Lauren laughed, hoping that he had indeed set her up for the 
joke.

With renewed passion, he kissed her pussy, probing her vagina, teasing 
firmly between her inner lips as she blossomed, her labia parting to 
allow him access to the slick wetness of her desire. His tongue went 
lower, coursing round the lower folds of her slick vagina, towards her 
anus as he pulled the material apart roughly. She bucked up off the bed 
as he touched her anus, flicking at the tight hole while she grabbed 
his cock for support.

"Oh yes, that's great!" she said.

"Wow, you love that, yeah?" he muttered between her cheeks. "Really 
nice, right?"

"Mmm!" She shook, her thighs wobbling from the lust, wine and pangs of 
hunger that conflicted within. He grabbed the back of her bikini and 
tugged, bringing it down to her knees. Pushing her back onto the bed, 
he curled her into a ball on her side, kissed her thigh then 
disappeared down to her pussy, tight between her legs. The feeling of 
nakedness, the damp from her clothing and the afternoon encounter 
contributed to her feeling of euphoria and the kindling of lust deep 
inside. Licking and teasing, he found her vagina, pushing deep inside 
with a tongue that seemed to be endless, snaking around, searching out 
every private, intimate detail of her sex. She shook continually now, 
the excitement of their lovemaking keeping her bubbling with delight. 
He kissed her pussy openmouthed before twirling her round like a toy 
and diving once again between her legs.

She tugged his wet trunks, pulling them straight off and tossing them 
to the floor. His cock stood way over her head, towering towards the 
ceiling. Deciding she was wetter than ever before, she sat up and 
straddled him, pushing him down on the bed, giggling at the look of 
surprise on his face as she shuffled the bikini off her feet. Sneaking 
lower down his body, she gripped his cock, guiding it towards her 
soaked pussy. The cool tip sent shocks through her as it touched the 
delightful warmth of her vagina. Another hand held it. She turned.

"Emma! What the fuck...!"

"I was watching, that's all. I just want to stay"

"That's OK!" said Peter, quickly, caressing the side of Lauren's 
flushed face.

"Please? I'll just sit on the bed."

"How long have you been there?"

"Not long! Please?"

Lauren felt Peter pulling her towards him, the cock in Emma's hand now 
parting the slick lips of her pussy. She estimated his width, judging 
that it was going to hurt, although the wine would help. She breathed 
deeply, testing herself as she lowered her pussy onto him. "Oh yes, 
yes! So big!" Emma slipped onto the bed, taking her place by Peter's 
head so she too could watch the huge cock disappearing into her naked 
au pair.

"Lauren, it looks huge!" She nodded, looking between her legs as she 
covered another inch. Emma laid down along the bed, her baby fingers 
plucking up the courage to find her own pussy, rearranging the material 
before tweaking her little nipples.

"Take your bikini off" whispered Lauren.

"Sure?"

"Mmm, go on. Then pour some more wine" She did as she was told, 
stripping on the bed before sliding off. Standing beside them, she 
poured, producing a half empty glass of white wine for herself. Lauren 
moaned at her, indicating she wanted a drink. Emma obliged, standing 
inches from Peter's face as she tipped the warm liquid down her throat. 
It spilled as Lauren jogged up and down, trailing over her breasts 
before falling to Peter's chest.

"Oh yes, it's all in. Oh God, it's so good, so huge!" His hips started 
their gentle rocking motion, in time with her own riding. The great 
pole slid in and out, plenty of reason for Emma to rejoin them on the 
bed, glass in hand, and sit cross legged at their side. Silently, her 
little fingers found her pussy, rubbing gently in time with Lauren.

"Lori, it looks so wonderful." Lauren nodded, smiling as she quickened 
the pace. She looked down between her legs, stunned at the sight of her 
labia, bulging with every downstroke, distended like she had never seen 
before, pushed aside as his thick shining cock ploughed into her. Peter 
grabbed her breast roughly, his other hand on her hip, setting their 
speed. His face changed from pleasure to surprise, just as Emma sat up 
on her heels, giving them a perfect view of her young sex. Peter's hand 
gripped Emma's leg as he pumped harder, groans indicating his 
approaching orgasm. But Lauren was determined that she was going to 
come while split on his enormous cock, and stopped her pumping 
abruptly, leaning down to kiss his lips as she took all of him inside 
her. She leaned back, pulling Emma towards her, and kissed her full on 
the mouth. Emma squealed with surprise, not from distaste but because 
Peter was party to it. He pushed deep into Lauren, demanding that she 
resume her attention. Half complying, she toyed with Emma's breasts, 
and when Emma herself returned the compliment, feeling her tight 
nipples, she pumped again. Peter took hold of the other breast, 
caressing her, gripping her tight as the throes of orgasm approached. 
Lauren sensed it too now, the dam fracturing as her lust squeezed out 
of it's confinement, coursing through her body. She rode him faster, up 
and down while they held her tight, Peter returning her movements with 
his own forceful thrusts. Her pussy gripped him hard, rippling in 
absolute pleasure as she rode the wave of illicit sex, lust bursting 
through her senses. Black stars of delight burst behind her eyes as she 
shook with every single wave that knocked her over, such strength and 
lack of control making her scream with pleasure as at last the days of 
pent up lust and demand were satisfied.

His shouts increased as he bulged inside her, shuddering uncontrollably 
as he pulsed hard, expanding painfully inside as he came with a groan 
that shook the room. Emma watched open- mouthed as he rammed Lauren 
without care, causing her to scream from the pain as he drove deeper 
and deeper into her womb. Cum spilled from their union, matting his 
hair and dripping down his thighs. And while Lauren relaxed slowly, her 
head dropping onto his chest, he continued to thrust into her, banging 
rhythmically as he continued to fill her.

His thrusts slowed to the point of being shallow, calming and gave 
Lauren a chance to roll off him and onto her side. The girls stared at 
his cock, now lying slumped across his thigh, still thick and 
dangerous, but glistening with his cum. Emma smiled as she moved 
towards him, her eyes asking the question and his grin giving assent. 
She gripped him in her tiny hand, gasping when her fingers had no 
chance of very making it all the way round. She pushed it against his 
thigh, grinning as it rolled sexily in her hand. Lauren flopped back on 
the sheets, exploring her soaking pussy. She scooped the thick liquid 
with a finger and brought it to her lips, tasting the glue-like 
consistency of his seed.

"Here!" she whispered to Emma, offering her fingers. Emma closed her 
eyes as she leaned forward. Lauren smeared her finger along the little 
girl's top lip before pushing it into her hot mouth. Her pussy stirred 
yet again as she felt the teenage tongue wrap around her finger, 
cleaning it completely of the last trace of nectar.

His cock bobbed again, becoming erect quickly as he watched their act. 
Lauren stirred slowly from the depths of her orgasm, curling up on the 
bed for several minutes, touching arms and legs, kissing them both as 
she mellowed gloriously. Conscious that Emma had joined in and no doubt 
expected to be entertained, she slipped off the bed and made her way to 
the bathroom. Deciding not to bother cleaning herself, she opened the 
medicine cabinet and retrieved the surgical gloves. With the Baby Oil 
in her other hand, she skipped back into the bedroom. Emma was stroking 
Peter's cock very slowly, while his grin and open mouth confirmed that 
this afternoon seemed to be a dream come true. She chuckled, pleased 
that she had found a way to thank him. She was a little unsure whether 
Emma should really be part of the entertainment, but the wine and the 
sight of his enormous cock won the day. She reached up into her 
cupboard and found the vibrator, left there since Mr. 'shit-face' had 
wandered out of her room on one of his flimsy excuses.

Peter and Emma were now wrapped together, naked, embracing deeply. She 
could see that they were both delighted, passionate for their own 
reasons. She slipped between their legs, kissing Emma's thighs, 
arousing and awakening her to the attention she was about to enjoy.

"Hey, look what I've got for you" she said, holding up the vibrator 
like a trophy. Peter shot her a glance of pure lust before turning back 
to Emma to smooth his hand over her breasts. Lauren ran her tongue over 
it, laughing as she realised she looked like a sex film actress. "Hey!" 
she said to Peter, "time to be nice to her. Down here!" He kissed Emma 
one last time before sliding down to join Lauren. They parted her legs 
as she fell back against the sheets, bringing her feet together to 
expose her sex. Together they kissed her thighs, moving slowly up to 
concentrate their efforts on the little girl folds of skin that formed 
her wet inner lips. Lauren watched, fascinated, as Peter probed with 
his tongue. Emma's labia reacted, twitching to his touch, her anus 
pouting gloriously as he took his time, kissing, sucking, flicking at 
her. His stiff cock pointed straight up against his body yet again, the 
huge veins deep, dark and threatening to explode. She brought the 
vibrator up to Emma's pussy, resting it at the entrance, judging that 
it was going to be absolutely the right size for her.

"Here! I'm going up top!" she whispered. Peter took the fake cock, 
turning it slightly as he brushed it against her pussy. Lauren kissed 
her way up, over Emma's breasts and sought her lips, pushing her tongue 
deep into her mouth. Emma was breathing heavily, her hands quickly 
finding their way between Lauren's legs, smearing the cum that still 
dripped from her pussy. Lauren waited several minutes, listening to the 
girl breathing, her sighs regular, her muscular spasms increasing as 
Peter slowly pushed the tool into her. She watched as the first two or 
three inches disappeared, again noting the way Emma's labia was pushed 
aside, her clitoris on full view. The perfect purity of her near-
hairless pussy was wonderful, erotic enough to convince Lauren to shift 
her legs, straddling the little girl while still facing her pussy.

She sank slowly, allowing Emma to slip her arms up and grip her 
buttocks, controlling Lauren's descent. Leaning forward, Lauren gripped 
the back of her legs, pulling her closer as she placed her hands either 
side of Emma's hips. Peter adjusted the angle, pushing in slowly, 
pulling out silently as he introduced more and more of the vibrator. 
Lauren sank a little more, hands gripping her buttocks as Emma could at 
last reach her pussy with her tongue. Lauren knew that her face would 
be covered with Peter's cum in next to no time, and from the feelings 
that shot through her pussy, realised that it was exactly what Emma 
wanted.

"Oh Emma, that's it. Lick me, you love!"

"Oh Lauren, it all feels so good." she sighed. Her nose was now pressed 
hard against Lauren's tight brown hole, while her tongue strained to 
venture as deeply as possible inside her pussy. Lauren sank lower, her 
lips kissing down along the little girl's thighs towards her pussy. 
Contorting, she flicked at her clitoris briefly. Sensing her orgasm, 
she leaned up and pulled Emma's legs together, tightening the entrance 
for Peter. He knelt in front of the girls, his cock arrogant, 
dominating. One hand held the vibrator while his other, slick with 
Emma's own sexual oil, massaged her anus. But his rhythm never 
faltered.

Lauren pushed Emma's knees down against her chest, still leaving her 
pussy tight, stuffed with the vibrator, but bringing her anus into 
reach. She nodded at Peter, signaling it was time to put her out of her 
misery. He increased his pumping, instantly producing a groaning from 
Emma that contained a high-pitched squeal with every breath she took. 
Holding Emma's ankles in her left hand, Lauren reached down and teased 
her anus, pushing hard against the entrance. Emma bucked, her body 
wracked with spasms that needed both of them to control. She cried, 
sobbing with pleasure as her muscles went into overdrive, her legs 
thrashing against Lauren's strong grip. Lauren thrust her finger hard 
into Emma's anus and pushed her way over the edge. Peter pounded into 
her, matching Lauren's efforts and gripping Emma hard so that the 
vibrator continued it's clean thrusting into the teenager's sex. Real 
tears flowed from Emma's eyes, mixing with the streaks of cum that had 
oozed from Lauren's pussy.

Lauren moved her finger as she felt the contractions subside, producing 
yet another wave of pure pleasure for the girl. Peter had stopped, 
allowing the focus to be on her bottom for a short time, but as Lauren 
slowed, he started again, carefully, gently, pulling the tool almost 
all the way out before gently pushing back in, not the whole length but 
only a couple of inches. They could hear Emma sobbing gently beneath 
Lauren, her fingers gripping her waist, nails pressed deep into her 
skin. He pulled out slowly, her whole pussy red, soaked, so open that 
they could see pure darkness inside. Lauren pushed hard into her anus, 
her whole middle finger disappearing. Emma grabbed her bottom, pulling 
her closer so that she could once again lick her pussy. Kisses showered 
her clitoris, her anus and the slick skin of her thighs. Lauren 
whispered to Peter. Picking up the vibrator once again, he turned the 
black knob at the bottom, smiling as it burst into life and produced a 
soothing hum. He dabbed Emma's thighs with it, introducing her to the 
idea slowly. But she was more than ready, bucking to his touch, 
shifting to try and align her pussy with the source of the throbbing.

He ran it lightly along her labia, causing Emma to gasp. She pushed her 
hips up but Lauren held her down with the finger deep in her anus. 
Peter focused the buzzing cock on her inner lips, flicking them with 
the faintest of touches, leaving her imagination to run riot. Emma's 
tongue found Lauren's vagina, pushing hard inside, a feeling that 
Lauren realised she had missed since their wicked weekend away with her 
father. Emma shuddered, gripping Lauren's finger with the depths of her 
anus, squeezing as another sweet wave of pure pleasure consumed her 
body, carrying Lauren with her, a surge rather than a jolt that her 
pussy celebrated by pumping another ripple of cum over Emma's sweet 
face. The two girls moaned in unison, gripping each other tightly in 
their joy and intimacy. Still squatting over Emma, Lauren lifted her 
head, pulling her sticky finger from the girl's bottom as Peter 
switched off the buzzing cock. Lauren stretched and ran her fingers 
through her hair, moaning as she exercised her tight muscles, massaging 
her breasts with her hands as sleep threatened to invade their 
afternoon.

She slumped onto the bed, reached over to her night table and grabbed 
her wine, balancing precariously as the others moved on the bed. She 
slurped noisily, laughing with Peter as they all drank and looked at 
the arrangement of limbs on the bed. Peter was still very much erect, 
his cock throbbing, veins extruded along it's length. They heard the 
sound of feet padding along the hallway. Deciding that any attempt to 
cover herself was pointless, she turned awkwardly to the door. Jamie, 
closely followed by Julie, appeared, clad in white towels.

 Chapter 59

"Is everyone allright?" asked Jamie, a look concern moving through 
surprise into lust. "We heard noises."

"It was us. We've been playing games. Talking about the weather." said 
Lauren.

"Oh right. Much easier with your clothes off, eh?" They ventured into 
the room.

"Well, what about you two? Reading a novel?"

"Yes!" said Julie, laughing. She too seemed to have had too much wine 
as well, and mixed with the sun and Jamie's wandering hands, was in a 
giggly mood. She sat on the side of the bed, taking in the facts that 
lay before her, the tell-tale smears. She picked up the vibrator, 
squealing when it started to buzz. "Hmm, I'd rather have you!" she 
smirked, staring at the bulge underneath Jamie's towel. Lauren swigged 
her wine, pouting as she drained the glass. Peter obliged by refilling, 
carefully positioning himself so that his cock was hardly visible to 
Jamie and Julie.

"Not yet! First we have to give you a medical!" said Lauren, almost 
shouting. Peter laughed loudly at her crude attempt to introduce a game 
into the afternoon's entertainment. "Be quiet, or I'll operate on you!" 
She grabbed Julie and pulled her onto the bed, flattening her as she 
leaned on her shoulders. Emma caught the mood, moving to Julie's side 
as Lauren slithered erotically on all fours over the bed to retrieve 
the latex gloves. "Now, I'm Doctor Lauren, you're my patient. And I'm 
going to make you feel a lot better!"

Lauren lifted her head, arranging the girl's damp black hair neatly 
underneath her. Her round cheeky face glowed from the sun and wine, her 
eyes following Lauren as the others gathered beside her. Peter knelt by 
her hips, his cock, for once, limp against his thigh. He cuddled Emma 
fondly, exchanging glances with Jamie and Lauren opposite as they 
settled for the impromptu play.

"I'm going to cover your eyes so you can concentrate on the treatment, 
OK?" asked Lauren as she draped her bikini bottom over Julie's face to 
a chorus of giggles. "Now, what seems to be the problem?"

"Well, doctor, I keep feeling so sexy. All day, every day!" replied 
Julie without sincerity.

"Oh well, I'm going to have to give you a complete examination, little 
girl. My assistants will also be helping, OK?"

Julie nodded, grinning at Lauren's patter. Lauren sat by the girl's 
head, shamelessly showing her pussy to Peter and Emma opposite. She 
could feel the cool cum still dribbling, sticking her to the silk 
bedspread. She vowed to clean it in the morning, along with the sheets 
which she hoped to ruin with Peter later in the day. She briefly 
recalled the sight that Juan and Julie had made during the show they 
had produced for the General. The sight of her generous breasts and the 
athletic shape of her young body. She knew that Julie needed Jamie 
inside her, and that probably their cries had interrupted them in their 
love-making. Reaching over Julie, she grabbed a pair of latex gloves 
and snapped them on.

"OK, now we're ready." She massaged her neck and shoulders. "Any 
problems here?" Julie shook her head, her breathing shallow. Only 
Lauren noticed the little kick in Peter's cock as it slid up his thigh. 
"Jamie, see if there's anything wrong with her ability to kiss, please" 
He leaned down, moving Lauren's knickers up a little before covering 
her mouth with his, his cheeks moving as he pushed his tongue into her 
mouth. She groaned slightly, squirming on the bed, her hand locating 
his legs and pushing between as a reward.

"Very good, that seems fine. Now let's have a look a little lower, OK?" 
suggested Lauren. She tugged at the knot in the towel, then peeled back 
the layers to expose the top of her breasts just above her nipples. 
Lauren dripped oil lightly over her chest, massaging with her gloved 
hands as the skin developed a golden shine. Julie didn't seem to have 
expected quite such an intensity as the fingers toured, probing lower 
under the towel until her full breasts came into view. Her young mounds 
were lightly tanned, just as the rest of her body, less firm than 
Lauren but nipples that were a clear indication of her need for 
release. "How does that feel?" asked Lauren, shifting on the bed. Julie 
simply nodded but Lauren wasn't watching. Oblivious to the company, and 
caught up in her own performance, her right hand dropped between her 
legs, toying with her labia, reassuring that her own pussy had not been 
forgotten. Peter watched intently, his cock jerking again, almost 
vertical.

"Jamie, can you carry on with the massage treatment while I check down 
below?" The boy grinned, clearly relieved that she was inviting him to 
take part in the action rather than Peter. Lauren ventured further, 
unwrapping the girl and eventually parting the final covering that hid 
her pussy. She remembered the fine covering of hair over her pussy, 
could almost taste and feel her when she had been forced over her 
mouth, Juan's cum dribbling over her face. She took the oil again and 
dripped it down through her pubic hair, seeking out the wonderful cleft 
between her labia. Even with her legs together, Lauren could see she 
was aroused, the young pink folds of skin that normally hid her 
clitoris had pushed out already, emerging between her labia but still 
concealing her ultimate jewel.

"Let's have a look here, shall we?" Lauren ran her middle finger 
between her legs, using her hand to gently part her thighs. The heat 
from the girl was astonishing, radiating through the gloves, seemingly 
transmitted down to her own pussy, energising her lust, bringing it to 
boiling point. Julie shifted her legs, opening herself to the assembled 
crowd. Emma watched intently, caressing the girl's stomach, following 
Lauren's path as her fingers closed in on her sex. Lauren noticed her 
pussy, naked, so inviting between her legs, still aroused from the 
loving it had received fifteen minutes before. "Ahh yes, I think I know 
the problem. You seem to need something hard inside you. Perhaps these 
fingers will help?" A single, slick finger produced a sigh of relief as 
Lauren used her other hand to press down on the girl's mound. Emma's 
hands followed while Jamie continued to kiss her and attend to her 
breasts.

Lauren looked at Peter, his cock now more than ready for action. "Take 
her feet, please, and push them towards her. Yeah, that's it." Julie's 
legs were now parted, her pussy fully revealed. Lauren pushed two 
straight, oily fingers into the girl, feeling her way along the 
wondrous canal that Jamie would fill in a matter of minutes. She pulled 
back, watching the lips follow her fingers. With her left hand, she 
opened her, spreading the covering of her clitoris, exposing her to the 
full view of everybody. Her right hand felt along the length of her 
labia, the slick gloves sending tremors through the girl's limbs. Then 
despite the oil, Lauren descended, licking at her clitoris, following 
the trail of oil between her labia. Julie's hips trembled 
involuntarily, and Peter's grip on her feet and his caress of her 
thighs only served to arouse her further. Lauren knew she would love to 
have been lying down on the bed in her place, feeling four pairs of 
hands attending to her, the slick oil accentuating the touch of fingers 
while the sheer thought of nakedness, exposure, examination would have 
probably sent her hurtling into oblivion. They caressed her for maybe 
five minutes, exchanging glances as she became almost hyper-active.

"Now I need to check that you are really ready enough." She reached for 
the vibrator, lewdly running the cock along the length of the girl's 
vagina, turning it for maximum effect, oiling it for action. "Deep 
breath while we insert this into your pussy please!" Lauren's speech 
was slurred, laboured, amusing to all around her. She swayed slightly, 
her balance poor, as she positioned herself next to Peter. "Nice and 
wide now, Peter!" He pushed her feet closer to her bottom, spreading 
her legs further. Lauren twirled the vibrator once more before resting 
it against the swollen lips of her sex.

"God, put it in! Now!" she gasped, writhing on the bed, anxiety etched 
across her face, fear that Lauren might stop.

"Can you feel it?"

"Of course, push!" she hissed, her hips rising, demanding.

"Now what do you feel?" asked Lauren, glancing at Peter in recognition 
of their game.

"It's going in. It's hard, cool. Oh! Now it's deep in me, yes that's 
it!"

"That's about four inches. Do you want more?"

"Yes..for christsakes!" Lauren pushed slowly, turning the tool as it 
disappeared, now massaging her clitoris but careful not to make her 
come at that moment.

"There, that's it. Six inches I think. Now it's coming out!" Julie 
gripped Lauren's arm, imploring her to push it back in. The girl's 
pussy wrapped all the way round the cock, sealing it perfectly. Lauren 
moved the tool up and down, fascinated by the elasticity of her pussy. 
Holding it with her left hand, she touched the girl's anus, spreading 
the oil around, teasing a little inside. She pushed the vibrator back 
in, setting up a very slow rhythm that would not be enough to make her 
come. The audience watched in amazement. All, in Lauren's opinion, 
would love to have been Julie. Even Peter, she thought, might have been 
tempted to have something in his bottom, although maybe not with Jamie 
present.

Finally, Lauren decided that it was time for the finale.

"OK, last check." She rolled Julie onto her stomach, gripped her hips 
and brought her up onto her knees, keeping the vibrator in place. "I'm 
going to check your pussy in action, OK?" As the knickers fell from her 
face, Julie looked around at the 'medical assistants'. She swayed with 
the wine and power of the moment, taking another swig with Lauren as 
the bottle neared empty.

"Right, now push, push it out of your pussy" said Lauren, twisting the 
vibrator. Helping slightly, she got it moving as Julie gasped, trying 
to coordinate her muscles. "Push!" It slowly emerged, much to 
everyone's fascination, and plopped onto the bed. The boys applauded 
while Julie turned a deeper shade of red.

Lauren moved to her side, noticing the girl's fine figure in detail. 
The clean, smooth curve of her head dipped graciously down along her 
neck. The dark hair fell straight down, shining, cut professionally. 
Her breasts hung well, nipples breaking the smooth curve that led to 
her hips. Her long, athletic legs showed a gentleness, parting in a 
most feminine way to reveal her small pussy, fringed with only a tiny 
covering of short, jet black pubic hair. Her mound was smooth, with no 
hint of having been shaved. Lauren's stomach churned at the discovery 
of the wonder of her figure and her hands trembled as she grasped her 
buttocks. "Part your legs a little more. That's great. Now I'm going 
under you, stay still!" She slipped underneath, squirming up until her 
head was between the girl's legs, inches from her pussy, with a clear 
view of her clitoris. "Emma, help your brother, make sure he's ready, 
right?" She saw Emma, drunkenly pulling at his towel, shrieking loudly 
as it feel away to reveal his stiff cock.

"Come on, here, I'll help!" she said. Lauren caught the briefest of 
flashes of her pussy and the tight muscles of her thin legs. For a 
moment, she debated who she would spend the night with, Peter or Emma. 
Perhaps both, perhaps all of them. Even the thought of seeing, perhaps 
feeling, Jamie's cock excited her. She leaned up, neck muscles aching, 
as she kissed Julie's pussy, licking gently before falling back against 
the sheets. Then Jamie arrived, his cock steered by Emma's tiny hand. 
The red helmet glistened as it approached Julie. Lauren reassured her, 
reaching down to cup her breasts in her tight latex gloves as he pushed 
slowly against the opening of her vagina. Lust coursed through her 
body. The boy's balls were loose, swaying beneath him. Her hands moved 
to the girls hips, steadying her as he pushed again, parting her labia, 
entering her silently. Her labia curled, bulged, moved out of the way 
as he slid deeper, distending her vagina, filling her such that she 
sighed with relief.

Julie pushed back, demanding more. Jamie gave it to her, his balls now 
hard against her pussy. Lauren pulled her lower, kissing her clitoris 
as gently as possible while Jamie picked up his rhythm. She heard Emma 
giggle, sighs accompanying movement on the bed. Peter had slipped his 
arm around her and pulled her onto his lap. Braced against the wall, 
they leaned on the pillows, watching her brother, kissing occasionally. 
Lauren strained to hear their conversation, filling in the blanks with 
a reasonable guess.

Emma had straddled Peter, sitting across his legs, facing him. His huge 
cock was between them, an object of absolute fascination for the little 
girl. She held it with both hands, guiding the skin up and down as she 
felt the surges of growth and analysed the quiet moans from the man. 
His hands found her breasts, tweaking her nipples before she demanded 
kisses. Taking her face between his hands he kissed her on the lips, 
their tongues exploring rapidly. Peter took full advantage of the 
moment, skimming over her back, down to her tight little buttocks. His 
middle finger pushed between her buttocks, circling as it found her 
anus. To his obvious surprise, she lifted herself, allowing him greater 
access. His tongue thrust into her mouth, a reward for the attention 
from her hands and the access to the tiny, puckered hole.

Lauren recognised the moans, the same that had filled the room once 
before, the night that the thunder of the raging summer storm had mixed 
with the groans of their animal pleasure. Her tongue flicked at Julie's 
clitoris as much as the girl's movement would allow, every thrust from 
Jamie pushing her sex over Lauren's face. His balls rubbed over her 
forehead, preceded by his slick shaft, ploughing in to her vagina, 
withdrawing so that the red bulb just reappeared before shooting back 
inside, delivering yet more pleasure. Lauren felt Julie leaning down to 
kiss her thighs, long dark hair trailing over her pussy delightfully. 
She squeezed her breasts hard, twirling the tight nipples between her 
latex- covered fingers in appreciation of the kiss before slowly 
parting her legs to allow Julie greater access to her hot pussy. The 
girl dived immediately, lapping along her luscious labia, tasting the 
remnants of Peter's loving. Their tongues complimented and copied each 
other, deep inside, any variation in speed dictated by Jamie's pounding 
from behind.

Lauren knew that she was unlikely to come, but that was unimportant 
compared to Julie and Jamie. She watched as the boy shuddered, his 
rhythm faltering as he realised that orgasm approached. His groans 
increased with his grip on her, digging his nails into her hips as he 
pulled her viciously back against his stiff rod. Lauren wrapped her 
legs around Julie's head, trapping her head hard against her pussy. She 
made no effort to pull back and simply shook, gurgling strangely, her 
head resting on the bedspread, as her own orgasm took hold. Without 
warning, Jamie shrieked in pleasure, pumping into the girl was renewed 
pace, cum spurting wildly out with every plunge he took. Out of 
control, he thrust into her repeatedly, filling her pussy with days and 
days of unsatisfied needs.

Julie buried herself hard against Lauren's pussy, lying there, savoring 
the sweetness of their joint orgasm, digging her nails into Lauren's 
legs as she held on for dear life. She shuddered for several minutes, 
Jamie slowing his pumping as her orgasm crested and drifted into the 
distance. Her tongue flicked lightly while her face savoured the 
softness of Lauren's thighs and the intimacy of their lovemaking. Even 
Peter groaned as they came, his view of Julie's face blocked by her 
hair, but the girl's tongue and it's exploration of Lauren's pussy 
quite visible from where he lay. Julie collapsed, her wobbly legs 
unable to hold Jamie any longer. He slipped out of her, a pool of cum 
quickly forming at the entrance to her vagina, gathering before flowing 
down towards her clitoris, dripping from her slick folds onto Lauren's 
face and hair. Within minutes, Lauren had teased much of it from her 
pussy, her face covered, to her delight, with the familiar feel of a 
man's cum.

Emma turned Peter's head round, bringing his attention back to their 
loving. Her thin legs and little buttocks were still positioned between 
his own, her pussy aroused, nipples firm as she continued to stroke his 
cock with both hands. His finger found her bottom, pushing slowly 
inside her, finding no resistance. Kissing him hard, she pumped her 
hands as fast as she knew as groans increased and he shuddered, 
preparing himself for the imminent orgasm. Breaking their kiss, she 
bent down, pressing the top of his cock against her lips. Peter 
squealed as he watched her part her lips and take the first two inches 
inside her mouth. After that, there was no way he could hold back. 
Raising his buttocks slightly, he gripped her head tight and then 
exploded, pumping huge jets of cum into the girl's mouth. He wrenched 
her lips from his huge shaft, giving them both a view of the streaks of 
cum that shot from the bulging slit in his cock, through the air, into 
her hair and over her face.

Lauren and Jamie watched the display, mesmerised by the look of glee on 
Emma's face, astonished as she bathed her hands in the cum that dripped 
down his cock and then spread over her young breasts. All except Jamie 
seemed covered in cum, Lauren especially with a copious covering over 
her pussy and rivulets down her cheeks. They lay there, exhausted, 
limbs scattered, intertwined, touching in the aftermath of their 
loving. Julie nuzzled into Lauren, smiling at her in thanks. They 
shifted around, kissed and held each other close, their lips pecking 
occasionally.

Julie caressed the side of Lauren's face. "I've never, ever come like 
that. Never!"

Lauren grinned, looking down at her breasts. The mounds were generous, 
a young, full shape with nipples that were enticing. She gathered them 
in one hand as she returned the kiss. "You're welcome!"

"Lori, I'm sorry if we teased you that afternoon. You know, with the 
General and ..."

"Shh, it's OK. I enjoyed some of it. I enjoyed you!" Lauren reached 
down between their bodies, the palm of her hand gently resting over her 
pussy. Julie murmured her appreciation. She scooped up the stickiness 
and caressed her breast, spreading some over her own stiff nipples. She 
felt Peter's eyes on her, knew she was entertaining him way beyond 
anything he could possibly have imagined, even though he knew her 
sexual persuasion, (more or less) from conversations on the plane and 
their escape from Maria. "You are so pretty, you know?"

Julie reached under the pillow, retrieving the vibrator and brought it 
up to her lips. Smiling at her own actions, she licked it erotically 
before trailing the knob down between Lauren's breasts, over her 
stomach and between her thick, wet labia. Lauren raised her left leg, 
opening herself. Julie found her vagina easily, angled the tool and 
pushed it, filling her in a single, slow, smooth motion. Lauren grabbed 
her arms, shocked at the sudden feeling, the depth, the thought of 
having an audience yet again as a girl made love to her.

"Wine. I need more!" said Lauren, rolling onto her back. The cock poked 
out less than an inch. She swigged from the bottle, the force of the 
wine catching her by surprise, spilling between her lips over her chest 
and the bed. The effect was immediate, her head swimming as the bed 
seemed to turn very slowly. Hunger pangs reminded her that she hadn't 
eaten since their lunch in the square.

"Lori, isn't it my turn with that?" asked Emma, rolling over, nestling 
in behind Julie. Her face and hair bore the evidence of Peter's orgasm, 
strings of cum caught in her blonde curls. The boys cocks were stiff, 
bobbing expectantly once again.

"Maybe later" answered Lauren, flat on her back. The ceiling moved 
without her permission. Julie giggled and leaned across and flicked the 
switch. The deep feeling woke her, enlivened her, but somehow didn't 
feel quite as erotic as she would have expected. She laughed, the wine 
rising in her throat, signaling that enough was enough. "First you'll 
have to catch me!" She decided to make for the kitchen. They could 
cook, eat, then sober up enough to party well into the night. Naked or 
not, it really didn't matter anymore. Everyone had seen everything. 
There were no secrets anymore about their bodies, their sexual 
proclivities. She swung off the bed laughing, the vibrator firmly 
wedged inside her pussy. With her left hand holding her pussy just in 
case, she teased Emma, standing by the bed, beckoning her. Emma rose to 
the bait, slithering across Peter, her bother and Julie, presenting her 
sweet pussy to them all as she made a grab for Lauren's waist. Lauren 
lurched back, laughing drunkenly again, grabbing the empty wine bottle 
from the bedside table with her latex-gloved hand. "What was that?" 
asked Jamie, looking round the room.

"Fuck knows!" squealed Lauren, watching Emma intently. She turned for 
the door, making sure that Emma had at least a slim chance of catching 
her. Her oily fingers slipped on the door knob, and as she swung round, 
a dribble of cum spun from her hair, hitting the woodwork. Jamie and 
Julie leaned up on the bed, watching the chase, they too laughing and 
cheering as Lauren slid onto the marble floor, the wine bottle thumping 
against the wall. Her tanned body radiated health, her firm buttocks 
and breasts, her full figure in complete contrast to the young, 
schoolgirl figure of Emma, in the very beginnings of her sexual 
development. Emma was possibly three paces behind, reaching forward as 
she ran to try and grab the vibrator between Lauren's legs.

"Give me the cock, you! You've had it long enough!" shouted Emma in 
mock anger.

"Come and get it. Then I can ram it into you!"

They giggled loudly, Lauren slowing slightly as she lurched down the 
hall. Her feet were unsure, the walls of the hallway seemed uninviting, 
carelessly moving as they tried to thrown her off balance. The lounge 
beckoned, fifteen feet away. She turned again, blood pounding in her 
head, the hall spinning. Her stomach churned with the all too familiar 
feeling of excessive wine. Thoughts of the night with the soldiers, her 
dancing, the rape, the bomb, all came back. The bomb. The feeling of 
pain, the taste in her mouth. All seemed so real. She felt the little 
girl's hand on her buttocks.

"Got you. Got your pussy!" laughed Emma, fit to burst. Lauren noticed 
behind her that Jamie and Julie had emerged from her bedroom, following 
in their wake. She felt her hands between her legs and slowed slightly 
so that Emma could grab hold of the switch on the vibrator. The buzz 
echoed down the long, marble hallway, sounding like a particularly 
obnoxious fly.

"Oh, you gorgeous girl. That's it!" sighed Lauren as Emma held her leg 
and pulled it slowly out. Lauren dragged her onto the carpet of the 
lounge, turning quickly so that Emma lost her grip. They both laughed 
loudly as Lauren backed into the lounge, Emma at her knees with her 
hand gripping the vibrator as though it might disappear back into her 
cum-soaked pussy. Lauren caressed her face lovingly, leaning down as 
though to pull her up to kiss her. She stared into her eyes, noting 
that where total rapture had been, danger and disaster lurked.

"What?" slurred Lauren. Emma nodded into the distance behind. Lauren 
turned. She knew full well even when she saw the feet. Her heart 
lurched, the first beat sending a shock wave of blood through her body. 
The ceiling moved, as though the film had been spliced badly, a section 
lost forever.

The second beat affected her knees, weakening her. Voices from the 
hallway, laughter, naked feet echoed in her mind, adding to the 
foreboding. The legs in front of her confirmed it. She didn't have a 
chance to check out the face. Before the third beat, her brain called 
it quits. She slumped to her knees, a reflex action extending her arm 
towards the carpet. The wine bottle fell. Her head drifted into the 
carpet and blackness. 

Red wine gurgled from the bottle, puddling, ruining the carpet by the 
entrance to the lounge. Emma gasped and dropped to the floor next to 
Lauren. Looking up, she studied the woman. Emma nodded, not out of any 
sense of welcome, but merely confirming her thought that this was going 
to take some explaining. She reached down, as discretely as possible, 
and pushed her left hand between Lauren's legs. The woman looked at her 
in disgust, anger. A man was seated on the sofa. She thought he was 
slightly to the left of where she had made love to Jamie. His head was 
in his hands as he groaned. Emma flicked the switch on the vibrator, 
pleased with the ensuing silence.

"Wassup?" shouted Julie as she rounded the corner. She stared at Emma 
and Lauren, oblivious to the visitors. Emma turned with the sternest 
look she could muster, but too late to prevent Julie almost falling 
over Lauren's feet and ending up astride her. She lurched, laughing, 
her breasts swaying, her wonderful, proud pussy covered in cum. "I 
know, too much wine or fucking" offered Julie, her face and voice 
dropping as she noticed they had company. Jamie joined her, his cock 
still pointing almost vertically, the foreskin peeled way back.

The woman moved towards Lauren and Emma. "I assume, young lady, you're 
Emma?" She nodded glumly. "You can call me Mrs. Gisal." she said, 
pursing her lips. She turned to the sofa. "And this is my husband." She 
breathed very deeply, looking for fresh air. "We've come to... " She 
breathed in once again, stifling the pressure to cry. "We've come to 
make sure that Lauren is all...." Her composure broke and she fled to 
the sofa, muffled wails filling the room. He put his arm around her, 
pulling her closer, shaking his head as he dragged his gaze from the 
naked gathering to stare once again at the carpet between his feet.

The End of Lauren Gisal Book 2