Chapter 36

The girls sat on the bed, still covered in the duvets. They looked slightly happier than a couple of hours ago, although had Nikki removed her covers, the wounds would have looked much worse with the dull bruising that had now set in.

At just after one fifteen, they heard the door open above them followed by footsteps on the stairs into the reception area. Simone had changed her clothes and now wore what looked like a black silk kimono, embroidered along the lapels with oriental flowers.

“OK, had a rest?” she asked rhetorically as she found them in the bedroom. “Lauren, get some stockings from that wardrobe, I know there are some in there. Use the suspender belt and come out when you have them on. You two, get new gowns from the pile I left in the reception area. Come on, let’s go!” she said, marching out of the room.

Rebecca and Nikki dropped their duvets outside the bedroom and took a gown each from the sofa. They were white this time, similar in style except they had a belt to make them more shapely. The material was also more expensive, with a silky feel that warmed to the touch. Embroidered patterns on the back and sides of flowers and birds. Each was wrapped in soft tissue paper as though they were either new or had just returned from the dry cleaner.

“Oh, Nikki, look at you, you poor thing.” said Simone, walking behind her and looking at her back. “If Lori had cooperated then you’d be fine!”

“I know. We’ve all decided to be good and do whatever you say from now on” said Nikki, smiling.

“Why, that’s great. I knew you’d see sense eventually!”

“Yeah, we’re sorry. Really.” said Rebecca, as she tried to find the right way up for her gown. Simone moved towards her, reached out and cupped her breast, running her thumb over her nipple.

“I’m glad. I had hoped that we’d be able to enjoy each other’s bodies tonight.”

“And me! Don’t forget me” grinned Nikki.

“Oh yes, you’re a special one as well. Perhaps we could all make love to Lauren during her ceremony. She’d enjoy that, I know.”

Rebecca and Nikki put their new robes on, fastening the belt at the waist. The cut emphasised the shape of the girls, especially Rebecca whose breasts struggled to emerge through the front of the robe. Lauren emerged eventually from the bedroom with her duvet wrapped around her in her stockinged feet.

“Take off the duvet and let’s have a look at you!” said Simone happily.

Lauren dropped the duvet with a flourish and stood in front of them, posing seductively. She wore only the white stockings and lace garter belt, her hairless pubic mound clearly evident between her legs.

“Beautiful! You look great!” said Simone, beaming. Her sexy appearance also buoyed the spirits of Nikki and Rebecca to the point where they felt capable of applauding her little show. “Lauren, there are some white shoes in the bedroom that might fit you. Try them on.”

A few minutes later they ascended the steps into the cool hallway of the house. As they emerged through the back door, Lauren drew in a deep breath, aware that this was their big moment. Instead of walking in a line towards the house, the girls gathered around Simone and exchanged smalltalk. Nikki was in front, walking backwards so she could join in the conversation. The happy party were in high spirits as the huge doors opened and they entered the barn.

Lauren stood at the altar, her stockings just visible beneath the long silk gown that was tied at her waist. Either side of her stood Rebecca and Nikki, ladies in waiting to the bride. Her intended, the priest himself, towered above Lauren and stood directly in front of her. Simone was clearly officiating for this ceremony, as she held the book with the order of service and looked across the room as if to ask for quiet.

The congregation were seated again on the benches, offering a reasonable view of the proceedings without being too close so that nobody could move. Lauren recognized Suzy in the front row, along with the young boy that was supposed to be her brother. Lauren couldn’t see much similarity, but hardly cared. The old couple were at the back again, and the man who had come in her face seemed to be half asleep.

She looked around the room and noticed the lights were now almost entirely red, and the music was once again the South American rain-forest type of pipes that she found quite refreshing and soothing. There seemed to be a few more people this time than there had been during the afternoon, but couldn’t be sure in the dingy glow. As if reading her mind, Simone wandered around the altar, lighting the huge candles on top of the big brass candlesticks. They offered a pleasing light, almost welcoming as Simone once again took her place between Lauren and the priest.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome again to our wedding ceremony. We are delighted to celebrate the joining together of Lauren and Father Michael as Lauren enters into the body of the church, freely and willingly, so that she too might continue its teaching and work throughout the world. Today, we will, by the union of their bodies, confirm our belief that all things are pre-ordained and that fate is our master. We will also confirm our belief that we are helpless in the hands of fate, and therefore abdicate our concern and responsibility over to fate itself.”

Lauren’s heart raced. Her palms were sweaty as she held her hands together in front of her. Her smile slowly left her lips as the now familiar words rolled out into the night, only time stood between her and further abuse by the priest. Simone handed her a card containing the words of the ceremony and the responses expected of her.

“Lauren, do you freely and gladly consent to be joined with Father Michael in the service of marriage into the Residualist church?” said Simone.

“I do”

“And Lauren, do you vow to protect the integrity of the church, to defend its name, and strive at all times to follow the teachings of the church?”

“I do”

“Lauren, please kneel”

She turned to kneel in front of Simone.

“Lauren, do you swear to promote the mission of the church, while protecting it’s institutions, wherever you may be, and to follow unswervingly in your search for inner peace?”

“I swear before the assembled” replied Lauren.

“You may rise. Now, Father Michael, do you take this girl, Lauren, as a bride of the church?”

“I do”

“And do you swear to promote the mission of the church, while protecting it’s institutions, wherever you may be, and to follow unswervingly in your search for inner peace?”

“I do”

“Lauren, lie back and prepare to enter the church” said Simone, holding her hand as she had done for Rebecca earlier. Lauren laid down on the top bale of straw that formed the altar and crossed her hands over her chest. Rebecca and Nikki knelt beside her and began to pull apart the two sides of her silky gown. Her white stockings were plainly visible, shining in the pale candlelight. The girls undid the belt slightly revealing her hairless mound. Finally, Nikki tugged at the belt, letting it fall away as the two halves of her robe separated, showing her hips, the clean outline of her vagina and her smooth stomach. She parted her legs voluntarily. Rebecca and Nikki gently held her thighs before turning towards the priest. All three girls noticed the bulge that had sprung up inside his robe, and waited as Simone herself undid his clothing.

They were unprepared for the size of his cock, and from the sound of the gasps around the room, so were most of the congregation. His tool must have been at least ten inches in length, and there was little hope that Lauren would be able to accept all of it without it tearing her apart. Simone smiled as she pulled away his belt, taking his cock in her hand and licking its length expertly. She glanced at Lauren’s vagina and then at Rebecca and Nikki.

“Lick her so that she’s wet” she commanded, pausing briefly to watch before turning to take the priest’s massive tool in her mouth. The girls twisted round and dribbled saliva over the little girls pussy, rubbing gently along its length, coaxing the clitoris to come out and play. Simone stopped them after a couple of minutes. “OK, that’ll do.”

The priest moved closer to Lauren. Even though he was still three feet from Lauren, his rampant cock looked almost unnatural. He reached out to take hold of Lauren’s knees. All hell broke loose as Lauren kicked between his legs with all her might. The priest yelped in agony and doubled up, slowly sinking to his knees as he grabbed his balls, his eyes bulging with a look of pain and utter surprise on his face. With a clenched fist, Rebecca swung at Simone, catching her reasonably well in the face. Lauren sat up and scratched at the priest’s face, causing him to loose balance and fall to the floor. Nikki joined in by kicking once again into his groin before all three girls ran for the door, and their lives.

Mercifully, the big door slid open and they fled into the cold starry night, skirting the big house and making for the long lane towards the lights on the main road. The gravel of the lane made running painful, and all three girls sought out the grass verge on the side.

“Two hundred meters. Come on, we can do it!” shouted Rebecca, looking up occasionally at the street lights of the nearby village. Their robes fluttered behind them in the darkness like the wings of angels as they put on more and more distance between them and their captors. Lauren looked behind and saw that nobody was following them.

“Hey, I think we made it!” she said between gasps of breath, her stockings torn and dirty from the gravel.

“Keep going, until we find a house or phone!” shouted Rebecca. They continued for another fifty meters until Rebecca stopped suddenly. “Oh Fuck! Dogs!” The silhouettes of two, maybe three large dogs could be seen in the lights from the road. They began barking almost immediately.

“Over the fence?” asked Nikki.

“Oh shit, no!” cried Lauren in desperation as their plan fell to pieces. The dogs slowly advanced as though under orders as the girls froze. Lauren looked at the fence and saw to her dismay the barbed wire along the top and the ditch between her and the fence. She swiveled round to see figures approaching from the house. She looked back at the snarling dogs as they jerked at their chains, pulling their handlers with them. She heard the crackle of a radio.

“Got them?” The priest’s voice made her flesh crawl.

“Affirmative. We’ve got them” one of the handlers responded. “Move back to the house or we’ll let the dogs loose!” he shouted.

“Oh my god, this can’t be happening! I can’t go through all this again. I just can’t!” sobbed Nikki, falling to the ground. Rebecca and Lauren tried to pick her up, and had raised her to her knees when three men grabbed them and carried them back to the barn. Lauren saw Simone, her eyes flaming with rage.

“You little shits! That was very stupid! You could’ve been out of here and on the way home by now!” Lauren was dumped at the base of the altar unceremoniously. Simone grabbed her hair, pulling her up to her feet, and then slapped her in the face with all her strength. She spun round and hit her head hard on the stone floor. Rebecca and Nikki were held by their captors while their hands were bound, then a larger rope was passed through the loops as they were pulled up towards the ceiling until their hands were about level with their heads.

As she cowered on the ground, she saw the fear in Nikki’s eyes, and realised that even the slightest pain on her back or thighs was going to be agonising. She could see her legs shaking uncontrollably, trying valiantly to support her weight. All three girls were crying, including Rebecca who now seemed to understand the depth of their problems. The priest emerged from the backroom and stood beside Lauren.

“Now, my little escapee, where were we? Oh yes, you had opened your legs and were about to get the surprise of your life!”

Out of the darkness, hands gripped her arms as she was tied down. Her feet were next, returning once again to the upright position that had tired her earlier that day. The same hands pulled her towards the priest so that her bottom was over the edge of the straw altar, exposing her vagina to his limp cock.

“Oil!” he demanded, holding out his hand. The old woman placed a plastic bottle of oil in his hand. He squeezed, applying the lotion in the general direction of Lauren’s vagina. Simone took the bottle and administered some to his cock which was steadily regaining its potency.

“No, please don’t!” mumbled Lauren, a final plea that she knew nobody in the room would heed.

Simone dropped the bottle and pulled the priest towards Lauren, guiding his shaft to the tight entrance of her young pussy. Lauren felt the big dome of his cock at her entrance, and thought that maybe it wasn’t going to be quite as painful as she had imagined. Then he thrust into her, halfway. Lauren simply opened her mouth and tried to scream. The searing pain, the width of his cock against her tight pussy walls, the shock. Blackness but with stars. She gurgled stupidly as he withdrew and then plunged even deeper. She shook her head but still no sound would come. Finally, guttural sounds emanated from inside her that told the story.