Lauren the Bridesmaid Chapter 2
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The priestess offered the heavy golden dagger to Lauren. She took the jeweled handle, aware of the weight of the knife as she turned it over in her hand.
“Cut her knickers off, Lauren.” said the Priest. “ If you don’t, I’ll blindfold someone else and they will do it!”
Nikki whimpered. Lauren rose to her knees, her legs barely supporting her as she sobbed, shaking her head as if to clear her head of the bad dream. The congregation watched as she crawled slowly towards Nikki. She looked at her young friend cowering on the bale of straw, her right leg bent uncomfortably due to the handcuffs. Her hair was plastered over her face, stuck in places from cold sweat. Lauren knelt between her legs as the chatter in the room ceased. She inserted the tip of the knife underneath the elastic of the gusset and turned the knife gently, amazed at how easily it cut through the material. It left a jagged line in the cloth between which Nikki’s dark pubic hair was plainly visible. Lauren looked up at the Priest with a request for mercy across her face that was roundly ignored. Instead, he leaned down and picked up the whip, readying himself for another strike. Lauren cut again, taking care not to knick her soft flesh. Only hours before, Lauren realised she had inserted her wet tongue into the same place. Now it was a razor sharp knife. She sobbed as she sliced the other side of the material, and the whole area was exposed to everyone’s gaze.
“Give me the knife!” commanded the Priest. He walked around to Nikki’s face, and squatted in front of her. “Now, you’d better perform.” He ran the tip of the knife gently across her cheek, down over her breasts and along her legs. Nikki shook, her tears flowing freely as he ran the knife over her anus and between her tightly closed pussy lips.
The Priest stood, and nodded at the best man who positioned himself between Nikki’s legs. He was joined by the other young girl, who held a small tube which she squeezed against her hand. She administered the jelly-like substance to Nikki’s vagina and anus, concentrating on her little round bottom hole, pushing the lubricant inside with her fingers. Nikki squirmed at her touch, realising what was about to happen, petrified that while she had experienced a finger inside her rectum, she had never felt anything the size of a boy’s cock. Once the girl had finished her duty, she slid around to Nikki’s head and held her face in her hands, pushing her damp hair out of her eyes and caressing her cheek.
“There, don’t worry. After the first few you won’t feel anything!”
Nikki screamed until her voice gave way to a croak. The girl undid her own robe, letting the assembled crowd see her young breasts and the pert nipples, offering one of them to Nikki’s quivering mouth. The boy approached Nikki and gripped her raised leg for support with his left hand as he guided his cock to her jelly-covered anus. He rested the tip of his cock against her briefly, nudging against the resistance. The girl held Nikki close to her chest as the whimpering grew stronger, more critical, more desperate.
“I’ll join! Now! Just please, don’t do it! Please!” cried Lauren
“Too late. This is her punishment for your disobedience. It hasn’t finished yet, stupid girl.” Turning the best man, the Priest nodded. “Do it now, quickly!” he ordered. The young boy made one trial attempt to enter her, noted that he had entered almost an inch, and withdrew. As Nikki’s muffled screams grew louder, he plunged in, burying his cock inside the fifteen year-old girl so that his balls banged against the cheeks of her bottom. Nikki’s head jerked backwards in the girl’s hands, her open mouth making no sound, her eyes screwed tightly shut.
The boy picked up speed, but seemed to care little for the pleasure that he found from penetrating her anus. Lauren watched in horror as Nikki’s screams returned, muffled by the young girls’ breasts, and then died away to be replaced by the occasional grunts. The smell of faeces pervaded the room as he pumped back and forth, causing Lauren to retch painfully. She looked around the room, noting that a number of the men watching the punishment had erections, some of which were being sustained by women. The priestess moved around behind the boy and knelt on the floor, watching his cock plunge into Nikki’s anus. She inserted her index finger into her mouth and licked it carefully, withdrew it and searched out the boy’s own anus. With a practiced hand, she pushed firmly inside him, matching his rhythm and gripping his left leg with her hand. The new found stimulation caused him to increase his rate of thrusting until he quivered and came. Lauren saw the tell-tale sign of cum spewing out with every stroke of his dark red cock. She forced herself to look at Nikki, and saw a mixture of pain and embarrassment as her tears ran down the young girl’s breast and her sobbing continued unabated.
As the young boy withdrew, the priestess rose and looked over to Lauren.
“Now, lie down on the altar and prepare to enter the church”
“And if you don’t do as we say, your friend here will suffer once again. But the next time, she may well lose consciousness!” shouted the Priest.
Lauren looked at him with utter dismay, the tears in her eyes distorting his appearance as she shuffled towards the altar. She felt her sphincter loosen as the fear inside her mounted. The straw crackled under her feet as she slowly wandered towards the bales. Turing round to face the congregation, she shakily sat down on the upper bale and looked up at the priestess with pleading eyes.
“Please...” she whimpered, her eyes darting around the room as she fidgeted with her hands in her lap.
“Lauren, I want you to lay back and enjoy the rest of the evening” she said, helping her to lie down on the bale of straw. Rough hands took her feet and held her tightly as she struggled half-heartedly. Lauren was now fully convinced that the people in the barn meant business, and would not worry about inflicting any degree of pain on either Nikki or herself. She felt ropes or something similar being tied to her ankles, and her legs rose in the air as two men either side of her pulled down on ropes that were thrown over the beams.
“No, no please, please don’t tie me up. I’ll do whatever you want” she screamed.
“This is what we want, Lauren.” replied the priestess.
Although her legs were by no means vertical, her feet were separated by about a meter, and while the robe covered her breasts and stomach, it fell away over her thighs. Lauren was therefore pretty sure that everyone had a good view of her tight white knickers.
“Now, Lauren, I’m going to show a film, and while everyone is watching, you’ll be shaved in preparation for your big moment.” Lauren looked around, noticing once again the TV sets that were stationed around the room. The congregation returned to their places on the benches in front of her. She noticed Nikki pulling herself slowly up to her side. She smiled weakly at her, feeling better now that Nikki could see that she was suffering as well. Nikki looked ill, with red eyes that bore witness to her ordeal, and skin that had all the marks of an uncontrolled beating. Bruises mingled with the red lacerations across her back. Lauren was unable to tell for certain whether there was any sign of blood, but some of the wounds certainly looked like they would open up into serious injuries during any further assault.
Snow burst across the TV screen and meaningless noise hissed from the speakers. The conversation in the barn subsided as people turned to the screens for the next round of entertainment. Lauren saw a scene resembling a shop, taken by what must have been a concealed camera. Lauren thought it was vaguely familiar, although there was no label or advertisement for any product line to be seen. The picture remained the same for almost a minute, the curiosity of the crowd rising and then beginning to fall as people started talking once again. Footsteps could then be heard, and a white door opened at the far end of the shop.
Lauren’s mouth dried instantly as her heart rate leapt. It was though she had been struck in the face with the world’s largest hammer. Her mind screamed at her as she saw a young girl skipping through the door, wearing a pale blue summer dress. The young girl kicked off her sandals and then unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor, exposing her young breasts. Lauren tried in vain to understand where she could have been photographed. The misery and anger welled up inside her as she felt ultimately betrayed. And then it came to her, as she watched herself selecting a white blouse and a skirt. It had been one of the visits to Marlene’s house. Simone had done her makeup.
It was then that she wailed for the first time, as the realisation hit her that in all probability, her knicker shots, and maybe even worse, those with her and Jim, would be on the tape. Her thoughts turned to their second visit, and their love making with Simone. She screamed.
“Please, this is wrong. Please turn it off” she sobbed.
“No, my sweet, this is you, for everyone to see. You’ll have no secrets from the church!” said the Priestess.
Lauren stared at the mask, peering into the dark holes that were her eyes. Again, she tried to piece together the fleeting thoughts and samples of recollection that her mind offered up. And somehow, this time, a full picture emerged.
“Oh no! No! Simone! Oh God, how could you?”
“Shh, my little pretty!” whispered Simone. She motioned to Rebecca to join her. The red-headed girl dragged herself across to Lauren’s feet, twitching occasionally as though another force was pulling in the opposite direction. Lauren noticed that something was running down her face and neck and that her hair was a mess of tangles, stuck together in places to her face. Her movements were slow, lethargic in comparison to the bubbly girl who had been with them that morning in the Jacuzzi. The contrast again reminded Lauren of the danger they were all in, and turning back to the screen, she saw herself sitting sweetly on the big white chair, showing a hint of her knickers to the camera underneath the white fairy-tale dress.
Her senses returned to the present as the two girls knelt between Lauren’s legs as one of the men in the congregation placed a hand just above her forehead. There was no pressure at all, but it restricted her movements such that she could barely see above her knees without straining. She collapsed back to rest her head on the straw bale, aware of the girls moving between her legs, their hair brushing her inner thighs as their tongues traced their route towards her damp knickers. She knew somehow that Rebecca was on her right, and sensed that Simone was offering her encouragement, almost goading her into following her lead.
She felt them tugging at her knickers and decided that resistance was useless as she raised her bottom off the straw bale, feeling soft hands over her vagina and the cheeks of her bottom as her knickers came into view. She saw Simone wielding the ceremonial knife, cutting deftly away at the material and letting the remains drop to the floor. Lauren’s full concentration was on the knife. She had been relieved to see it taken away after she had used it on Nikki’s underwear, but she had lost track of it this time, fueling her imagination and terror over it being used for a more deadly purpose than cutting her clothes.
“Oh, yes!” said Simone in a seductive voice. “Just look at you two! I’ve watched this bit so many times. In fact, a lot people have seen you in action many times. You’re so young. So fresh!”
Lauren turned back to the screen to see Jim resting between her legs as they kissed gently. Lauren watched incredulously, unable to understand how she could have been so stupid to believe that there was nobody there. And as her anguish mounted, it dawned on her that there was a possibility that Jim had been part of the plan to film the scenes. Her mind raced, exploring events, traveling along dark roads that she wished had never existed as she weighed facts, ideas and thoughts to arrive at no conclusion except that there was indeed a chance that he had tricked her. Her tears welled up and flowed freely again from her eyes as she realised that she was on her own. Even though Rebecca had asked her to come along, there was an awful sense that all of the evening was pre-ordained, guaranteed to happen and planned such that fate would have no hand in the outcome.
A tongue lapped against the lips of her vagina, causing her to shudder. She was unsure whether she was aroused or not, but she had a distinct impression that with the scene of Jim pulling the side of her knickers away to reveal her wetness, she could feel the tongue pushing into her with ease. She heard someone arrive, and looked up to see a can of shaving foam and a pack of razors.
“Lauren, I’m going to get rid of this hair for you. Just stay still and everything will be fine.” said Simone, shaking the can. She felt the cold soap being spread over her vagina and knew for certain that she was very aroused. She turned to see Jim’s cock spring out as she pulled down his underpants. Suddenly, the film went into slow motion, and she saw him slowly approaching her. She realised that there must have been several cameras trained on them as the film alternated between a number of close-ups from different angles.
The first sweep of the razor went over the top of her vagina. She felt it tugging at some of the hairs on its way as Simone’s hand brushed against her swollen clitoris. She looked over to see Jim’s huge cock poised at her entrance, and recalled his patience as he had slowly entered her.
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