Chapter 38

Lauren was brought back to the horror of the real world as the door creaked behind her at the far end of the barn. She turned her head painfully to see Simone appear in the gloom and head towards the altar.

“Ah, yes, the lovely Kristal.” said Simone, watching the video. “She must have seduced more girls than anyone I’ve ever known - including me!” she smiled, trailing her fingers lightly from Lauren’s head, over her breasts and down between her legs. She pushed her middle finger into Lauren’s pussy, withdrew and brought it up to her mouth, tasting it with the tip of her tongue. “Beautiful, I’ll never forget the taste!”

“Simone, please let us go now. Please. We won’t tell, I promise!” cried Lauren, shaking once again, feeling the pain in her legs now her toes were numb from lack of blood and the general cold of the night.

“I’m afraid, my little one, that you are right.” said Simone, watching the screen as Kristal washed her. Simone copied Kristal by pushing her finger into Lauren’s anus. “You’re right. You won’t tell anyone!” Lauren hardly moved, her mind busily analysing Simone’s words. The door creaked again.

“No!” said Nikki with what little energy she had left. Her eyes were fixed on the priest and the small cushion that he carried in his right hand. The knife once again glistened even in the dim red lights. He held the whip in his other hand, upright and ready for action. The congregation fell silent, their activities curtailed as he silently encouraged them back to their seats. Rebecca hardly moved, registering very little of the new threat to her as she dangled painfully from the ropes, her feet trailing behind her. Her skin was pale, cold no doubt, but a sickly colour that indicated more than a drop in external temperature. The shape of her young breasts was marred by her ruined hair that hung lifelessly from her head, obscuring the nipples. Lauren twisted round to see the priest and noticed, as he rattled the whip between Rebecca’s legs, that she too had defecated.

“Dirty Bitch. You’ll clean that all up later!” he snarled, heading straight for Lauren. “Ladies and Gentlemen!” said the priest, smiling at the congregation. “Lauren stated this evening that she wishes to join our church. That she shall do, forever. She will join us for all eternity by allowing her soul to join all those others who cannot be with us today!” he said in a sing-song voice, skipping over the syllables as he played with the words. Lauren needed to hear no more to comprehend her situation.

“Oh, please! Oh, Jesus, please no!” she shouted, twisting and turning, trying to find sympathy in the crowd of on-lookers. She jerked against the ropes that held her feet up in the air, hoping to shake them loose somehow. She strained at the bonds that held her arms outstretched until the ropes again cut into her wrists. She could feel them stinging as they bit into her raw flesh, her eyes now fixed on the knife that was balanced carefully on the cushion as the Priest stood to her left.

“Enough preparation!” said the Priest above Lauren’s screams. “Just look at you in this film, you look like you really enjoyed Kristal” he said, watching as she turned Lauren round and pushed a soapy finger into her anus.

“Please, let us go. Please sir!” pleaded Lauren, her face contorted with fear as she desperately struggled to free herself.

“Sister Winifred, friends, let’s all take out positions” he said. The crowd gathered round the altar, obscuring Lauren’s view of Nikki and Rebecca. The two old women began to remove the priests robe, again unbuttoning it from the bottom upwards. They took their time, making sure he enjoyed it as they ran their hands over his legs. They were clearly delighted, giggling like schoolgirls, as his cock began to poke out from beneath the material, the heavy round head bobbing up and down is it gained in girth.

Simone was being similarly prepared by the older men, who pulled at the belt around her silky kimono, letting the two sides fall apart to reveal her silken thighs and neatly trimmed black pubic hair. They rose to their feet slowly, taking the kimono over her shoulders, leaving her naked at Lauren’s head. Karl and Suzy took their places either side of her, disrobing as well so that all three of their firm, aroused young bodies were at Lauren’s head. She looked around wildly, pleading for her life, desperate to find a friend amongst the congregation. She now realised that Nikki had been correct in identifying Simone as the girl Jane in the film she had found in the hotel, correct in her prediction about the ending, and tragically correct about the danger that this girl posed to them all.

Karl’s cock pointed directly at her left cheek, while she could see Suzy’s little pussy at about eye level to her right, the shape of the lips of her pussy quite clear, covered only by the lightest of downy hair around the upper part of her lips and above her clitoris.

“Yes, Lauren, you could have had more of me, if you had been a better girl!” she said, clearly aware that Lauren was looking between her legs.

“Your soul for the church!” said Simone. “Your soul for the church” she repeated, looking up at the congregation. They joined the chant, their enthusiasm increasing as more and more people took up the rhythm.

Simone climbed onto the lower bale of straw, her magnificent body, her firm breasts, her moist pussy all within view as the two older women took hold of the priests stiff cock and guided it once more towards Lauren’s vagina.

Lauren saw a gold bucket, it’s handles twinkling in the light, being passed around the crowd, to be finally placed by the side of the altar. She looked down to see a dark liquid in the bottom, swirling around in the bottom like runny treacle. Karl poured a little into a golden chalice and stood up, offering the bowl to Simone.

The party continued with their chant, “Your soul for the church!” The priest started to move backwards and forwards in time with their words, his cock edging along Lauren’s inner thighs as he neared his target. Simone took the chalice in two hands and offered it upwards. As she lowered it, she poured the red liquid over Lauren, starting at her cheeks, and moving downwards over her breasts, stomach and finally over her thighs. If Lauren had had the power of rational thought, she would have found it strange that the blood was still warm. All she could manage was to recognise the liquid because of its smell, and feel her stomach turn somersaults in disgust as she involuntarily tried to vomit.

“Your soul for the church, Your soul for the church!”

The tip of the priest’s cock touched her bloody inner lips as someone tipped a generous amount of Baby Oil over his shaft and along Lauren’s reddened pussy. Her shrieks were clearly beginning to irritate the priest and could be heard easily above the rhythmic chanting of the others. He withdrew and ran his finger over her pubic mound to pick up some of the excess oil. He forcefully pushed two fingers into her anus, withdrew and pushed again, delighting at the gasp and the end of her defiance. Lauren felt dizzy as her mind tried desperately to work out some kind of escape route while blotting out the assault on her body and her final moments in the world. The priest nodded at Simone. The crowd were silent.

“Brethren, tonight we have another young girl who wishes to immortalise our movement.” said Simone as the best man offered her the knife resting on the cushion. She clutched the jeweled handle, turning it in her hand with admiration. “Let us wish her well, and confirm our belief that we will see her again on the other side.” Simone raised the knife in both hands as Lauren screamed, her voice giving way to a loud croak. Simone took a deep breath.

“No, take me instead!” shouted another voice from inside the barn. Simone stopped, looked over the heads of the congregation in the direction of the other two girls.

“Who was that?” she demanded.

“Me, do it to me!” cried Nikki, straining at the ropes. “I want you all to fuck me, now, tonight, then do it to me! Please, just let her go!” she shouted defiantly.

Simone turned back to the congregation, looked at the priest and then back at the others around her. Suzy smiled, looking at Karl.

“What about both?” asked Simone.

“Are you crazy?” asked one of the older men. “One is difficult enough!”

“Yeah, why any at all?” said the Priest, slowly pushing deeper into Lauren. “Why do we have to do this again. We could just use them and then dump them drugged up?”

“Look, we’ve been through this before!” said Simone irritably, stroking Lauren’s cheeks with the knife.

“How about we finish using them all, then dispose of this one, and then go home?” asked one of the women.

“Hey, let’s get this straight. This is the ultimate ceremony. It’s the will of the church, and the order of service is pre-defined!” she said tersely. “Now, two of them can be dumped later. Which one do we use now?”

Conversations developed between members of the congregation, much to the bewilderment and pain of Lauren. She cried, sobbing and sniffing as they casually debated her future. Periodically, one or two of them would turn round and examine Nikki, sometimes Rebecca, balancing their relative merits as they tried to arrive at a decision.

“OK, I’ve heard enough. We’ll proceed on the path that fate has already defined for us.” She returned to her position behind and above Lauren, giving her a perfect view of her vagina, now opened to reveal her glinting clitoris and the wonderful folds of her inner pussy. “Your soul for the church! Your soul for the church!” she shouted enthusiastically, waving her arms in encouragement. They picked up the chant once again, the volume rising along with the pitch as the service drew towards its climax.