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of Horror/Terror/S&M and non-consensual sex stories have been
putting at the top of their files. But just in case you aren't,
here's another one:




                  WARNING!  WARNING!  WARNING!

 NOLA STORIES CONTAINS HORROR/TERROR/S&M AND NON-CONSENSUAL SEX
          IF YOU DON"T LIKE THIS SHIT - DON'T READ IT!

               This is a work of fantasy fiction. 

     All the characters and events portrayed in the Nola stories
are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is
purely coincidental.

                         END OF WARNING                           Nola111.txt

                          "The Sheriff"
                         "By Curt Strap"

                            Chapter 1

     Nola wiped away with the back of her hand the perspiration
that trickled from her hairline but the persistent sweat reappeared
immediately. She missed the cooler temperatures in the city, but
her ex-husband, his mob-connected friends and very likely the law
were searching for her. She had to survive in this god-forsaken
farm town until things settled down and they forgot about her. 
     She lifted the second bag and placed it on the back seat of
her car. Loading groceries on a hot day was not her favourite chore
but the supplies were needed.
     Nola had a superb body. She was tall and willowy at five-foot
ten and carried her 130 pounds gracefully. She kept her long blonde
hair in a pony tail and her flashing green eyes expressed an
unconscious parody of flirtation. She had the kind of body most men
desired; full breasts, robust thrusting buttocks, and smooth golden
skin that drew furtive stares and suggested dark thoughts.
     Today, dressed in a white sports halter bra and tight shorts
that revealed much of her buxom body, she attracted more uninvited
attention than normal. With the temperature over ninety degrees and
climbing, the usually modest woman didn't think about her exposure.
She just wanted to be comfortable. 
     Two sets of eyes watched her lithe body; sinister eyes that
would have sent icy fingers ripping down her spine had she known.
     One set belonged to Sheriff Jeremy Dysan. He sat in his patrol
unit across the street from the convenience store watching Nola
load her car. He was six-foot-seven and carried over three hundred
pounds of hairy, greasy fat; much of it hanging obscenely over his
belt. He did nothing to keep in shape, drank copious amounts of
beer and looked ten years older than his fifty-one years. He had
worked his way through the system from Deputy Sheriff thirty years
earlier. His knowledge of the town's secrets enhanced his power
over the few influential residents in the community. Some daring
citizens thought that his re-election every two years was a result
of voting irregularities but they were very careful not to express
that opinion publicly. Fat old Jeremy was a dangerous enemy.
     Jeremy felt an intoxicating tightness in his groin as he
watched Nola bend over and pick up another bag of groceries. A
gorgeous ass always thrilled him. He ogled the tantalizing flesh
that peaked out of the mini-shorts and halter. It was the best ass
and tits Tecate had seen for years. 
     The little girl leaning over the back seat was one-hundred
percent choice pre-pube pussy. The child appeared to be eight or
nine, certainly not older. She possessed a curly mop of golden
blonde hair, a shy pixie face sprinkled with freckles, and luscious
buttocks supported by long, tender legs. She was dressed like her
mother, in a white halter top that didn't have anything to cover
except the two little nipples poking against the thin material and
snug white shorts that emphasised her developing little ass.
     Dropping his view to the rear of her car the lawman memorized
the plate number. Later he would run a computer check for the name
and address of the cock-teasing honey. He tensed. The license plate
displayed last year's red sticker instead of this year's blue tag. 
     "Got her," he grunted, "expired plates!" A satanic smirk
crossed his bloated face as he started his unit and put it in gear.
"I better get acquainted with the lovely things right now," he
whispered coldly as his huge member hardened. 
     The second set of eyes belonged to 70 year old Superior Court
Justice Jason Hull who had stopped at the drug store for a carton
of cigarettes. He spotted Nola, the innocent waif and Jeremy. The
judge knew exactly what was going through Jeremy's mind. They had
similar interests; a great body with minimal clothing hiding the
attributes, just asking for it, and a second piece of young stuff
for dessert. Judge Hull wondered who they were although he
suspected he would find out. He knew Sheriff Dysan well. Given any
opportunity, the woman would appear before his court. 
     They hadn't detained anyone interesting since the hitchhiker
who had stumbled into their clutches last year. The youngster
didn't last long. They sold her to a whore house in Mexico.  
     Abstinence was causing lapses in his concentration. Just
yesterday, while day dreaming about new games to play with
unwilling guests, he adjourned a trial and retired to his chambers
to relieve his sexual anxiety. Stimulated by the scantily clad
woman and the cute little girl, the Judge wished he had time to
jerk-off again before the afternoon session. 
     Nola finished loading the provisions, got into her car and
cursed softly when the hot vinyl scorched the back of her legs.
Raised by very religious parents in a strict family relationship,
Nola's strongest curse word was 'Damnit' and even using that mild
expletive made her blush. She was appalled whenever she heard
indecent words. Nola couldn't admit, even to herself, that she
didn't even know what some of the loathsome words meant.
     That's why she couldn't stay with her husband. He wanted her
to do dirty things and he said the nasty words when they made love
that one and only time on their wedding night, when Tashia was
conceived. She hated that repugnant act so much that the next
morning she ran home to mother. Her parents shielded her during the
pregnancy, birth, and the terrible custody hearings launched by her
ex-husband. She would still be with them if they hadn't died in
that horrible unexplained car accident.
     She started her car, pulled out of the parking lot and headed
for the house she had purchased just two weeks previously with the
insurance settlement. It was about ten minutes away across the
barren desert landscape. The air conditioner took forever to get
cold but it was better than breathing the hot desert air. She tuned
in her favourite radio station, turned the volume up high and
relaxed, thinking how fortunate she was to escape that horrible man
and keep Tashia no matter what the social worker and court decreed.
     Her thoughts were shattered when she heard the wail of a siren
and saw the red and blue lights in her rear view mirror. Her first
thought was to look down at the speedometer to see if she was
speeding. She wasn't. Expecting the police car to pass, she pulled
over and slowed down. The patrol car slowed and she could see the
driver motioning her to stop. Nola pulled over and carefully
stopped on the edge of the highway. Still wondering what she had
done, she opened her purse and looked for her driver's license.
     Jeremy slowly got out of his unit, adjusted his police
stetson, and walked up to the driver's window of Nola's car. He
reached into his pocket and adjusted the obvious hard-on that
bulged the crotch of his baggy pants. Looking through the window,
he saw Nola fumbling with her purse. Tapping on the glass brought
her head quickly around to look at him. A shocked look creased her
face as she lowered the window. 
     Sheriff Dysan scanned the tightly stretched shorts clinging to
her long bare legs. He almost forgot the routine but quickly
recovered and said, "May I see your driver's license, Miss?"
     "What did I do wrong, Officer?" Nola asked shyly as she handed
her license to the grossly overweight police official. 
     "Miss, your vehicle's license expired last month." 
     "I'm sorry, sir. I just moved here two weeks ago. I forgot
about the expiry date." 
     Jeremy smiled pleasantly and said, "I know how that can
happen, Miss, but the law is very specific and I'll have to ticket
you for the violation." Glancing down at the driver's license, he
smiled crudely. "You also have an expired driver's licence."
     Nola dropped her head and almost started to cry. How could she
have forgotten the plates? She couldn't change her driver's licence
because the office would pick up the arrest warrant. She gambled on
never being stopped, especially in this little town.
     "I guess this is going to be expensive, isn't it?" 
     Jeremy kept smiling. He thought to himself exactly how much it
could cost the pretty little cunt before he and his friends were
through with her and the cute kid.
     "Yes, Miss, you're looking at two citations. This may be a
little rural town but we have expenses." 
     "Please, Officer, just give me the tickets. I have to get home
and put the meat away before the heat gets to it." 
     "There's a real problem with that. You can't drive on the
highway without a license and you don't have a valid one. That
means someone will have to come and drive you home." 
     "You can't mean that," pleaded Nola. "I must get home with
these groceries and soon. There's no one to call. I haven't made
any friends yet. Please, just let me go. I promise to get every
thing cleared up on Monday."
     "Sorry, Miss....Miss Augustine." he said, glancing at the name
on the licence. Jeremy opened her door. "Please step out now, Miss.
The little girl, too. What's her name? How old is she? Is she your
daughter?" He fired the questions at her quickly.
     "Her name is Tashia. She's eight, going on nine, and, yes, she
is my daughter!" Nola picked up her purse, slid her stunning legs
out to the ground and stood up. 
     Jeremy was only inches away from her. He swore under his
breath because the sports bra was so tight that he couldn't get a
good look down the valley between those sensational tits. He would
have to wait. Things would work out much better later. 
     "What am I going to do?" she asked. 
     "Well, Ms. Augustine, you and Tashia," he smiled nicely at the
girl, "can ride to town with me and we will work things out at the
station. I'll put your groceries in the back seat of my unit." 
     "Am I am under arrest? Are you going to put us in handcuffs?" 
     The thought of the woman and her kid stripped down, in
handcuffs, sent a shiver of erotic excitement through Jeremy's
body. He caught his breath. He had to check her status first. If
she was all alone, except for the kid, no husband or parents
hanging around, no relatives, then things would get real hot. 
     "Of course not, young lady. I just don't want to leave you
here at the side of the road in this heat. Please get in my unit
while I get your groceries." 
     Having no other choice, Nola picked up Tashia and walked over
to the sheriff's car and got in the front passenger's seat, placing
Tashia between her and the driver's seat. 
     The air conditioner blasted cold air and it felt nice to get
out of the blazing sun. Tashia was fascinated by all the radio and
radar equipment. However, the large vertically mounted shotgun that
touched her left knee made Nola cringe. She watched as the sheriff
picked up her groceries and began placing them in the back seat of
his police car. This will be over with soon, she thought.
     Jeremy still had a bulge in his pants and hoped she wouldn't
notice it, at least for now. He gathered the bags and walked to his
car. As he placed them on the back seat, he noticed a tiny plastic
bag stuck behind the seat. He pulled it out and was astounded to
see ten small pellets that he knew to be crack cocaine. 
     Last night, he had arrested a vagrant on a charge of
trafficking in narcotics. Obviously, the man wasn't searched
carefully enough and had placed the envelope behind the seat.
Jeremy cursed himself but knew that the five pellets found in the
drunk's shirt pocket were enough to send him to prison for at least
ten years. Judge Hull didn't fool around with 'shit-heads' and long
jail sentences were automatic. 
     Jeremy stopped loading the shopping bags and took a deep
breath. What if the beautiful young cunt in the front seat was a
dope peddlar, under arrest for possession of narcotics? Instead of
riding in the front seat she would have those lovely arms locked in
handcuffs behind her. Regulations required him to do a search of
all prisoners. He had to check for concealed weapons in that skimpy
outfit or hidden on the little girl. The only female officer, Helen
Hoyle, wouldn't be in the office until 4:00 p.m. The thought of
running his hands over Nola's body accelerated his heart rate and
he had to rest for a moment before putting his plan into action. 
     Jeremy dropped the envelope in the last grocery bag and, as he
was placing it on the seat, he let it fall and spill onto the
highway. "Damn," he said loudly. 
     Nola looked around and saw the mess. She got out of the front
seat, followed by Tashia. "I'm sorry, Ms. Augustine," he said. 
     "I'm sure everything will be okay." Nola said as she squatted
down to pick up the various items. Suddenly, Jeremy grabbed her
hand and pulled it away from the pile of canned soup on the ground.
     "What's that, young lady?" he shouted. 
     Nola froze at the sound of his voice and looked down at the
ground where the sheriff pointed. She saw a tiny plastic envelope
with what looked like pills inside. 
     "I don't know," she said, "it's not mine." 
     "It came out of your grocery bag and it looks like crack
cocaine," said Jeremy as he picked up the envelope and opened it.
Shaking out the pellets into his cupped hand he held them up to
Nola's face and said, "You're really in big trouble, Nola.
Possession is a serious criminal offence." 
     Nola started to back away from the hand holding the pellets
stammering, "I don't know what you're talking about. I never saw
that bag before. I don't do drugs. I never have. Stop accusing me
of being a criminal." 
     Jeremy put the pellets back into the bag and placed it in his
pocket. "Turn around and place both hands on the top of my unit,
now! You too, Tashia." 
     Instead Nola raised both her hands as if to fend off this
horrible situation and started to mumble something. Jeremy grabbed
her shoulder, spun her around and pushed her roughly against the
side of his car, knocking the wind out of Nola for a few seconds.
Tashia burst into tears.
     "Place both hands behind you neck and interlock your fingers,"
he shouted. Nola, her head spinning and having difficulty
breathing, complied with his order. "Now you, little girl, do it
just like your mommy!" Crying, Tashia obeyed the huge cop. 
     His erection was full now and he didn't care if she saw it.
The smell of woman sweat and the sight of that beautiful ass just
inches from his hard cock sent waves of pleasure through his body.
     "Please stop, you're scaring Tashia." 
     "You should have thought about that before you broke the law.
Do what you're told and I'll hurry this up. Stop fighting and
cooperate." 
     Nola knew the monster could crush her if he chose to do so.
She stopped moving. She heard a snap and felt cold steel circling
her left wrist. Jeremy grabbed the short chain between the
handcuffs and brought Nola's left arm in a wide arc down to her
waist and then reached up with his free hand and did the same with
her right arm. When both hands were together behind her back he
snapped the remaining cuff on her right wrist. He pressed his
massive bulk against her body and enjoyed the feeling of power over
the female prisoner. Jeremy always enjoyed that sensation but
normally it was with drunks, scumbags and other vermin. During the
rare times he arrested a female prostitute or shoplifter the
elation was intensified. This time, however, the pleasure was the
most gratifying he had ever felt. Pressed against Nola's enticing
ass, he feared he would ejaculate without even touching himself.
     "Now you, girlie!"
     "Please, Sir," cried Nola, "you have me handcuffed, don't do
it to her, please, please...." 
     Jeremy stepped back and took several deep breaths to calm his
raging pulse. Her tears, running down from her terrified green
eyes, added to his excitement. "I won't put the cuffs on her, if
you cooperate!" 
     "I've never been arrested," Nola cried pathetically, her tears
dripping on the roof of his unit. "Please, believe me. You're
making a mistake, I don't know where that stuff came from." 
     Nola was horrified. If the fat cop took her to the police
station and ran a computer check on her would he find the warrant
for her arrest for removing her daughter from her ex-husband's
custody and borrowing his car? 
     "I hear that shit all the time," laughed Jeremy. "Now, stand
still. I have to search you for weapons; for my safety and your's."
     "What could I possibly have hidden on me?" demanded Nola.
"There is no place to hide anything, even you can see that." 
     "Don't sass me, Miss. I'm just following procedures. Stand
still!" Standing behind her he patted down the back of the sports
bra and ran his finger under the wide cross strap. "I once found
PCP packets under a ladies back strap; can't be too careful," he
smirked. The feel of her smooth skin was unbelievable. He then
reached deep into both back pockets of her shorts, taking time to
feel the softness of the flesh beneath the thin fabric. He checked
the front pockets, again without hurrying. Reaching to the bottom
of the right pocket he was sure he had felt the beginning of her
pubic hair; pussy hair he hoped was the same colour as the golden
tresses on her head. 
     "You don't have to do this, please, I have nothing to hide. I
couldn't hide anything in these clothes," cried Nola. "Please,
please, stop touching me." 
     "Only one more place to check!" He moved both hands up from
her waist to the bottom of her halter bra. His mind was reeling
with pleasurable sensations but his training also demanded that he
not go too far. There would be other times to play this perverted,
humiliating game. 
     Slipping both of his thumbs under the elastic at the bottom of
both bra cups he pushed the bottom band away from Nola's body,
freeing both breasts slightly. His thumbs were almost touching the
bottom of her flawless breasts. Not being able to see from his
position behind her, he said, "Shake your chest to dislodge
anything that might be hidden in there!" 
     Nola was humiliated but she shook her upper torso while the
sheriff kept her bra pulled out. Of course, nothing came out.
Jeremy released the fabric, allowing the band to snap back against
her skin. It didn't go back in place but instead, pinched the both
breasts, allowing erotic white flesh to bulge out the bottom of her
bra. The biting elastic hurt but Nola didn't want his hands there
again. She remained motionless and sobbed with her head resting on
the roof of the police car. 
     He turned to Tashia. He stared at the child's fear hardened
nipples that were clearly defined under the halter. He checked the
waistband of her shorts and was tempted to pull them down and run
his fingers under the waistband of her panties. He forced the idea
into the back of his mind. He would wait until he had the girl in
a safe place where he could play touchy-feely any way he wanted. 
     "Get into the back seat of my unit, ladies," he growled.
     Nola had never tried getting into a car with her hands pinned
behind here. She struggled to find the correct position. Jeremy put
his hand on the top of her head to prevent it from hitting the door
jam. The back seat was separated from the front by a heavy steel
mesh screen. Nola felt trapped, panic began to build and she feared
she might throw up. Taking deep breaths she fought the urge to puke
and tried to get comfortable. With her hands secured behind her
back, it was impossible to sit up so she turned sideways and leaned
forward across her groceries, facing her weeping daughter. 
     Jeremy got in and called the duty dispatcher, Officer Ramos
Gonzales, on the radio. He informed him he was enroute to the lock-
up with two female prisoners. He also told Ramos to have the local
garage send out a tow truck to pick up a vehicle and store it as
evidence in a drug bust. 
     On the way back to town both Nola and Tashia kept their eyes
closed. Both sobbed quietly. Nola thought of how this day had
turned into a nightmare. What could she do to prove the drugs were
not hers? Would she be sent to jail and lose Tashia? Would the
sheriff find out that she was already facing jail time? What more
would happen to humiliate her? What must she do to be free again? 
All these thoughts just increased her terror that tore her apart
and the tears that flowed from her red-streaked eyes. 
                              * * *
     Nola felt the police cruiser stop and heard an electric gate
open. The unit drove into a dark tunnel and the heavy gate closed.                             Chapter 3

     Jeremy got out, opened the rear door and said, "Careful
getting out, Ms. Augustine. You too, Tashia, we don't want bruises
or cuts on those pretty legs." His comment frightened Nola as she
struggled to get out of the low back seat without the use of her
arms. She felt his searching eyes on her exposed legs and breasts. 
     Jeremy reached down, grabbed one arm and pulled her to her
feet. The man's touch made Nola's skin crawl. Jeremy hauled Tashia
out and walked them though two steel doors to a small room. They
were directed to sit on a hard metal bench by an officer addressed
as 'Deputy' by the Sheriff. Her purse and groceries were brought in
and placed on the table next to her. The Deputy activated a
computer terminal, walked over to the prisoner and in a bored
callous voice read Nola Augustine her rights.
     Nola nodded her head indicating that she understood and asked
that the cuffs be removed. They were hurting her wrists. Jeremy
grunted and said "Remove them, Ramos." The Deputy removed the
restraints and she felt the blood rushing back into her hands. 
     Rubbing her wrists she quietly asked, "I have to use the
restroom, where is it?" 
     Jeremy looked up and said, "The only one a prisoner can use is
in the cellblock. Go down that hallway on your left and stop at any
open cell. Don't worry, no one is in custody but you. And take the
little one with you. We don't want her to mess the floor." 
     Nola and Tashia walked down the hallway and found four open
cells. The sight of the iron bars made Nola shake and she almost
lost control of her bladder. Looking in the first cell she saw a
stainless steel commode mounted on the wall. There was no seat. A
roll of toilet paper lay on the floor. Taking the first few feet of
paper, she lined the rim of the toilet to make a seat cover. She
looked around. Nobody. Quickly unzipping her shorts and lowering
them and then her black bikini panties, she sat on her improvised
seat cover and immediately a long and loud stream of urine began
hitting the water. 
     Nola didn't notice the large one way globe with a small
blinking green light in the hallway directly across from her. Last
summer, the Sheriff had asked for and received money to renovate
the cellblock. Most of the funds were budgeted for security
upgrades, including the installation of cameras that could record
everything in the cells and project images to four colour TV
screens in the dispatch office. The colour cameras were equipped
with motor driven telephoto lenses capable of sweeping any area
with great detail. 
     Jeremy and Ramon sat down at the console, turned on the
cameras and watched Nola make her seat cover. Deputy Gonzales
laughed and said. "Guess she doesn't trust my housekeeping. Hell,
I cleaned them last week, real good, or was it last month?" 
     Jeremy grinned and watched as Nola looked up and down the
hallway before unzipping her shorts. The vivid black panties stood
out on the screen. He adjusted the zoom control to bring her image
in closer until she filled the screen from her waist to her knees.
The black disappeared in one quick motion as she squatted on the
seat but he swore he caught a glimpse of a golden patch between her
tightly squeezed thighs. The hidden microphones picked up and
amplified the sound of her stream of urine. 
     Deputy Gonzales giggled again and said, "My mare that doesn't
make that much noise when she pisses. 
     The sound of pissing turned Jeremy on. He watched closely and
when Nola stood to pull up her panties and shorts he was rewarded
with a close up of a triangular patch of blonde cunt hair. 
     Nola stood in front of Tashia so the perverts couldn't get a
good picture of the little girl on the toilet so they zoomed in on
Nola's attractive buttocks. 
     Nola felt better but did not want to remain in the cell any
longer than necessary. She pressed the button to flush the toilet.
Leaving the cell, she looked left and saw nothing but a dead end
hallway. Walking back to the office she again thought about the
hell she would endure if they found out she was wanted. She knew
that disgusting ex-husband of hers had posted a reward for her
capture and Tashia's safe return to his court-ordered custody. 
     The Sheriff and Deputy both had lurid grins on their faces.
Jeremy ordered Nola to sit in a hard straight-backed chair and
answer questions for the arrest report. She answered in a soft
voice and stared at her feet during the entire degrading procedure.
     During the questioning a tall middle-aged female dressed in
uniform entered the room. She was an ugly, bloated hag, with long
thinning, dirty black hair and a figure that reminded Nola of a fat
pig wallowing in muck. 
     Jeremy greeted her, "Hi, Helen, look what we have for you."
     Helen stopped and stared at Nola and Tashia with a faint smile
on her acne ravaged face. She slowly walked over and putting her
face within inches of Nola's said, "Hi, pretty one, I'm Helen, the
night jailer. I'll be your company tonight, sweetie." 
     Nola tried to back away from the foul breath that gushed from
a mouth filled with broken and rotting teeth. She cried out in a
frightened voice, "I'm not staying here tonight."
     Jeremy slowly rose and walked over to Nola and lifted up her
chin with his hand. Putting his mouth next to her ear he whispered,
"You're not going anywhere until you appear before the judge and he
doesn't hold court again until Monday morning, two days from now." 
     Nola couldn't believe what she was hearing. Two days sitting
in this place. It was impossible, she had get out. 
     Helen told her to get up and move over to the table to be
fingerprinted. Nola wished it was one of the men holding her hand
while she was printed, not that vile creature. Helen smiled and
lightly ran her fingers across Nola's hands, commenting on how nice
and soft they were. When she finished, the Deputy and Jeremy left
the room, taking Tashia with them. "You won't want Tashia to see
what comes next," Jeremy laughed as he shut the door leaving Nola
alone with Helen.
     Helen came over and smiled. She took Nola's hand again and
said, "Stand up, Miss. We have to do a search before you can be
left in a cell." 
     Nola pulled back quickly and said, "I don't want to be
searched. I don't want to go into one of those cells again."
     Helen's tone changed and she said, "Look, honey, don't give me
a hard time. Stand up and march to the cellblock or I will carry
you there!"
     Nola felt a strong grip on her arm, and knew, instinctively,
that Helen would carry her, given an opportunity. Helen led Nola
down the hall and pushed her into a cell. Helen carried a small box
containing some supplies and laid it on the nearest bunk. 
     "Okay, honey, strip down and let me check your clothes for
illegal items." 
     Nola complained bitterly, "The sheriff has already searched
me. He didn't find anything. You don't have to do it again." 
     Helen smiled and said, "I'm sure the sheriff didn't do a full
body search at the side of the road, my dear. Now strip, and do it
quickly or I'll do it for you!" 
     Nola, realizing she couldn't reason with the woman, reached up
and lifted her halter, freeing it from her breasts. She thought she
heard a short grunt from Helen. Crossing her arms she pulled the
bra up and over her head and handed it to Helen who examined it
carefully. Nola felt cold and exposed. She crossed her arms over
her gorgeous white breasts, attempting to cover them. Her pink
nipples were fully erect due to the cold air and the even colder
look in Helen's eyes. 
     "Don't stop there," Helen coached, "everything means
everything." 
     Nola unzipped her shorts, lowered, then stepped out of them.
Helen's eyes widened at the sight of the bikini panties that barely
covered her pubic mound in front and were nothing but a little
black strip that tucked its way between her buttocks in the rear.
"Nice panties," purred Helen, "but they have to come off too." 
     Nola hooked her thumbs in the waistband, slid the panties down
and handed them to Helen. Helen reached out for them but completely
missed the offered garment. Her eyes were glued to Nola's body.
Nola noticed the expression on Helen's face and sat down on the
nearest bunkbed and tried to cover herself. 
     "Don't sit down yet, honey," said Helen, "we aren't finished."
     Nola looked up and cried, "You have everything, what more can
you search?" 
     Nola watched as Helen opened the kit she had brought and
pulled out a pair of plastic gloves and a tube of petroleum jelly.
As she pulled the gloves on, a wicked smile appeared on Helen's 
gruesome face. She bent down and said very softly, "You, honey!" 
     Nola jumped to the wall on the bunk and pulled up her knees in
a fetal position. "No, you can't mean you are going to do that.
Only a doctor can do that, I demand a doctor." 
     Helen reached over and grabbed Nola by her pony tail and
jerked her to her feet. "Look, my little princess. You have two
choices. Either I do it or I'll call the Sheriff. He would love to
complete the search. Now, who will it be, me or him?" 
     Nola sobbed and stuttered, "Y....Yo...You...." 
     Helen smiled and said, "good choice, Jeremy has big hands, now
lay back and bring your knees up. Sorry we don't have stirrups." 
     Nola did as she was told. She again thought she was enduring
a foul nightmare but that quickly faded when she felt the cold
petroleum jelly being smeared on and around her slit. Then, icy
fingers; at first just one then two probed her cavity, pushing,
turning, and searching. At last it stopped. 
     Nola started to rise but she was pushed back down on the bunk.
"Not so fast, only half done, turn over!" Nola couldn't believe
what she was hearing. Not there, please," she prayed. 
     "Did you hear me, honey?" Helen giggled, "I said turn over and
spread your cheeks for me!" 
     Nola knew resistance would be futile and might bring worse
reprisals later. Slowly, she rolled over on her stomach and opened
her legs wide. Reaching back with both hands she spread her
buttocks and waited for what she knew would be a painful
experience. Helen gasped when she saw the perfect pink hairless
rosebud exposed. It was so small and tight that Helen wondered if
she could open it up enough to allow inspection. Slowly, she
squeezed the tube of lubricant directly on Nola's anus and watched
the goo slowly spread out. She pressed one finger into the centre
of Nola's asshole and it opened reluctantly. Helen had never felt
such tightness before; it must be a virgin asshole. The thought
gave her pleasurable chills. 
     Nola felt the first finger invade her rectum and involuntarily
tried to expel it. Then a second finger was inserted and the
intrusion was painful. After a short wait to allow the sphincter
muscle to relax, Helen pushed a third finger into Nola asshole. A
sharp pain caused Nola to cry out, "Please, that's enough. There's
nothing there. Why are you torturing me?" 
     Helen slowly removed her fingers and ran her hand over the
smooth mounds of Nola's ass thinking to herself that this naive
beauty didn't really know what torture was...at least, not yet! 
     Removing the gloves Helen said, "Okay, get dressed. I'm
finished with you, for now." 
     Nola got to her feet and put her clothes on. Helen looked up
and saw that the tiny green light next to the camera mount was
blinking, indicating the boys were recording the show. Damn men,
she thought, it would be a better world without them.
     Nola stood and looked Helen directly in the face and said, "I
demand that you let me make a phone call to a lawyer and I want to
do it now!" 
     With the speed of a coiled spring, Helen's right arm struck
out. Her hand grabbed Nola's throat and pushed her against the
wall. "You demand! Let's get something straight, little lady. You
do not demand anything. Keep it up and I'll do a cavity search on
your daughter with the janitors mop handle. Do you understand?" 
     Nola nodded and gasped for air. 
     "You are the prisoner and I am the jailer. That's the way it
is. You follow my orders and do so with courtesy. Got that?" 
     Nola again nodded. 
     "Now, how do you ask for a favour?" Helen said softly. 
     "May I please use the phone to call a lawyer. Please?" 
     "Of course you may, it's your right. Follow me." 
     Nola was led back to the office and a phone was produced.
Tashia was sitting there, anxiously awaiting her mother's return. 
     "You have five minutes and five minutes only," said Helen,
"local calls unless you call collect." 
     Nola just stared at the phone, shaking so badly she couldn't
remember the name of the town's only lawyer. 
     "Your wasting time, honey. Better get on with it before you
run out of time." 
     Nola just connected with the answering service when Helen
pressed down the disconnect and cut off the recording. "That's your
one call for today, honey. Bail is fifty thousand dollars, cash."
     "Fifty thousand dollars!" Nola could not imagine ever seeing
that amount of cash in her lifetime. "I don't have any money!"
     "Tough luck!"
     Helen took both Augustines by the arm and led them back to the
cellblock. She put Nola in the first cell and Tashia in the
adjoining cell. The cell doors were electrically shut with a loud
bang of steel against steel and Nola knew then that she wasn't
going home today. Lying on the bunk she broke into sobs that echoed
throughout the jail. 
     Helen returned to her desk. She picked up the mail and started
to process the paperwork piled on her desk. She looked up when the
printer spat out a computer report on Nola Augustine. 

            WOMAN SOUGHT OVER ABDUCTION OF HER CHILD

     Metro police are looking for a woman who is believed to have
     fled after her nine-year old daughter, in her ex-husband's
     care, was abducted.

          Nola Augustine was last seen when she took her daughter
          to an amusement park during an unsupervised visit.

          Augustine left with the child in a car belonging to her
          ex-husband.

          An arrest warrant has been issued charging Augustine with
          abduction and theft.

          The father has posted a reward of $50,000 for information
          leading to the arrest and conviction.

     "Holy shit," she muttered. "Wait until Jeremy sees this!"                             Chapter 4

     Helen tossed a shapeless blue dress and a pair of old white
cotton panties to Nola. Both items had 'Tecate Jail' stencilled on
the material. Helen stayed outside the cell watching her.
     Helen grinned. "We do the best we can for our visitors. Strip
down and give me your clothes and put on the uniform." 
     Nola was so exhausted she didn't argue. She quickly stripped
naked, handed her skimpy clothes to Helen and put on the uniform as
directed. Helen enjoyed getting another look at that fantastic body
and promised herself another tour of it if things worked out.    
     Nola lay back and covered herself with the thin sheet and
cried herself to sleep.
      It was a troubled sleep filled with nightmares. She was
pursued by a giant creature with two heads that looked much like
the Sheriff and Helen. The beast had huge hairy arms. Whenever she
would try to escape, one of those monster-like arms would reach out
and pull her back into the pit. She awoke in a cold sweat. Finally,
she managed to drift off to sleep again. 
                              * * *
     The loud banging noise woke Nola from her disturbed sleep.
Helen was at the cell door with a tray of food. "Breakfast, little
one," she said, wearing her usual crooked smile. She handed the
tray through the slot in the door, pushed another one through the
next cell for Tashia and left. 
     Nola sat down on her bed and stared at the tray of greasy eggs
and overcooked bacon. A plastic fork and knife and a foam coffee
cup were the only other items on the tray. Not sure she could
swallow any food yet, Nola opted to take care of her personal
need's first. Carefully setting paper strips along the edge of the
lidless toilet she raised her drab dress and dropped the rough
cotton panties. The soft flow started and Nola felt she had emptied
every ounce from her bowels. A careful clean-up using wet tissue at
the sink made her feel a little better. She sat down and decided to
try the coffee first. It was bitter. The unpalatable eggs would
take time to eat but she knew she must eat to gain strength. She
had to take care of herself. 
     The tiny green light on the ceiling blinked. 
     "Hot stuff," said the Deputy. "That was quite a show." 
                              * * *
     Nola ate the breakfast. She then used the polished metal
mirror to see what she looked like. She didn't like what she saw.
     She heard someone coming down the hall. The Deputy stopped and
leered at her then asked, "Finished, honey?" 
     She slid the tray out and asked for her makeup from her purse.
     "Can't give you that, sweetie, its evidence, but I'll get you
one of the standard prisoner packs. He returned with a small box
that contained toothpaste and a toothbrush, a small hair brush and
some deodorant. He pushed another pack into Tashia's cell. 
     Nola thanked him and waited until he left before brushing her
teeth and putting on the deodorant. Then she waited, sitting on the
bunk and staring at her cell door. After a long period of time she
heard heavy footsteps approaching. It was Jeremy. 
     Flashing his big grin, Jeremy unlocked the cell door and waved
her out into the hall. 
     "Where are we going?" Nola asked. 
     "Got a special surprise for you," replied the sheriff, "Never
happened before, might never happen again." 
     Nola didn't know what might never happen again so she felt
silence was the best course of action. They walked into the main
office. Nola felt embarrassed in her jail uniform. 
     She followed him to an office off the main dispatch area.
Jeremy pointed to a chair and said "Sit." Nola did as she was told,
realizing that following orders without question was always safe. 
     "Please tell me why I'm here. Can we go now?" 
     The sheriff sat back in his chair and smiled that smirking
grin that Nola related with bad news. "For the first time in years
His Honour, Judge Hull, has agreed to hold a preliminary hearing
into your case today. On a Saturday!" 
     Nola's heart almost stopped. She could be free and back home
today. 
     "Don't you get your hopes up too much, young lady. His honour
doesn't take kindly to those that use or sell crack cocaine." 
     "I have never used or sold drugs," pleaded Nola. "I know the
judge will do the right thing with me." 
     Jeremy smiled and agreed. Yes, he thought, the good judge has
the right plans for you, Miss. Only you might not agree. "We have
to be in court right away and you can't go in your jail uniform so
it's best that you get back into your own clothes." 
     Nola was led back to her cell where her clothes were laid out
on the bunk. They had been washed and pressed. When Jeremy left she
quickly changed into them, not noticing the blinking light. 
     In the control room, Deputy Gonzales turned off the VCR
"That's a wrap," he mouthed, "that tape has every shot possible of
her for the last 24 hours." 
     Jeremy turned around and said, "Careful, Ramon, someone might
hear you and want in on our porno shows." Deputy Gonzales took the
tape and put it into a locked drawer. 
     After Nola cautioned Tashia to be good and be polite to the
nice policemen, she came back into the main office. Jeremy took
Nola down to his unit and placed her in the front seat without
cuffs. He then drove out of the lot. Nola noticed that they were
leaving the town limits and she asked, "Where are we going. I
thought the courts were on Main Street?" 
     "Surely you don't expect His Honour to come to you? The judge
has graciously offered to hear your story at his home. It has never
happened before. The other option is staying in jail for two days.
Do you want to wait?"
     Nola didn't stop to think about the unusual procedure. "I'll
thank him for his kindness." 
     Jeremy knew the beautiful woman sitting next to him was much
closer to the truth than she knew. Yes, she would thank his honour
and most everyone else. Nola didn't understand why the sheriff
laughed out loud for no reason but for now it didn't matter to her.                            Chapter 5

     Nola was impressed when she saw the mansion set in the deep
woods of Tecate Mountain overlooking the valley. The sheriff
stopped before the iron gates and sounded his horn. After a short
wait the gates opened and Jeremy drove in and parked. Nola walked
to the front door with the policeman. He knocked and the door was
opened by a grossly overweight young boy who smirked at Nola. 
     Nola realized that she was under-dressed in her shorts and
halter top when she recognized the lust in the boy's eyes and saw
him licking his fat lips. He escorted the sheriff and Nola to a
small study that was paneled in a dark expensive wood. 
     She felt very alone and frightened. She wrapped her arms
across her ample breasts and shivered. A voice behind her brought
her out of her trance.
     Judge Hull was a frail seventy-year old, tall, grey-haired
man. He had accumulated a huge fortune since his graduation from
law school. Most of the amassed wealth was not included in his
income tax statements. 
     "Good evening, I am Judge Hull."
     Nola turned around and saw a very severe, gaunt looking man in
an expensive sports jacket. Nola stumbled over her words and then
said, "Hello, I'm very glad to meet you, your honour." Nola didn't
know what else to say to the stern man. 
     The judge indicated to her to sit down and she complied. After
a few minutes of staring at the young woman, the judge walked over
to Nola and stood before her. He asked her to explain the problem. 
     "I have been mistaken for a drug dealer and I just want to go
home with my daughter." The tears began to flow. 
     "I'm sure we can work things out." he said solemnly. "My dear,
you are in very deep trouble. Trafficking in drugs may send you to
prison for at least twenty years. Do you want to spend the next
twenty years without your daughter?" 
     Nola froze, shook her head and tried to speak but couldn't.
     "I'm tempted to sentence you right now from the evidence sworn
in this affidavit signed by Sheriff Dysan and witnessed by Deputy
Gonzales. Do you understand the seriousness of your situation?" 
     Nola nodded her head but could not speak. She felt almost
naked before the man who held her fate in his hands. She wished she
had insisted on going home to change. 
     Judge Hull walked up to Nola. "Nola, I do understand how
horrible it would be to spend twenty years in prison; the
loneliness, the lesbians, the loss of your child's love. Do you
really want to spend time in prison?" 
     Nola cringed and quietly said, "No, your honour, I don't. I
would do anything not to go to prison." 
     The judge smiled and knew the game had begun. It would be just
a matter of time. He felt his manhood respond in anticipation of
what would follow. He asked her again what she would do to avoid a
lengthy sentence. 
     She heard herself say, "Anything." 
     The judge repeated, "Anything, Nola?" 
     Nola nodded her head. 
     "There may be a way to ensure justice is served. But, before
you answer my next question, answer this one. Do you want to go to
jail for at least the next twenty years?" 
     "No!" she stated emphatically.
     "Then why did you embezzle from your employer and steal a car.
Why did you remove a child from the custodial parent?" 
     Nola froze and could hardly breathe. The severity of her
situation caused Nola to shake. Embezzle? She didn't do that. She
did take the car and her daughter from that despicable man, but she
didn't steal anything else. My God.....had he.....?
     "I didn't steal anything from the bank....I didn't!"
     "That's not what it says here." The judge waived a document.
"If you have any friends or relatives in Tecate who would be
character witnesses for you, that might help."
     "I...I don't think I have anybody," she admitted, shaking her
head. I..I don't know who I could...I just moved here."
     "Tell me what happened?"
     Nola related the details of her lost custody battle and her
flight in her ex-husband's car with Tashia.
     "Very touching," the judge mumbled, "but if that's the truth,
why didn't you go to the authorities and appeal the decision. It
couldn't be because you actually enjoyed depriving your ex-husband
of Tashia's love, could it?"
     Nola was infuriated. "What an awful thing for you to suggest!"
she snapped in righteous indignation. "I didn't want to go through
the painful publicity and subject Tashia to the trauma of another
court appearance. That's the truth."
     Nola's heart pounded. Her head hurt and her knees went weak as
her stomach churned.
     "Did your ex-husband, who has stated that you molested Tashia
sexually, actually see you do it?"
     Nola tensed. Molested Tashia sexually...This was insane!
     "Relax and answer the question, Ms. Augustine."
     Nola felt herself become even more tense as she whispered. "He
raped me, that's what really happened."
     "Raped you, Nola? Your husband's statement declares that you
left him the night of your wedding and you refused to live with him
or see him or let him see the child of the marriage. Is that true?"
      Nola burst into hysterical tears. "There are awful people in
this world." She hoped her outburst would convince the judge that
she was innocent of any wrongdoing.
     "Answer the question!"
     "I can't.
                             * * * 
     It was very apparent that an offer to keep her from a long
prison sentence would be based on her acceptance of some difficult
terms. She decided to accept whatever offer the judge made, no
matter how stringent the conditions. 
     Judge Hull knew that he had reached the point of no return
with Nola. "I'm going to make a proposal and I'll make it just
once. You either accept it or you'll be on your way to the city to
face your accusers. I'll send a recommendation that the authorities
add an additional twenty years for trafficking in narcotics to
whatever prison time is awarded for your other crimes. Don't
interrupt me. Do you understand?"
     "Yes," Nola whimpered.
     The Sheriff sat on the edge of his chair, an obscene smirk on
his bloated face.
     "Tecate maintains a prison farm for first time offenders.
Sheriff Dysan, is directed, as part of rehabilitation, to inflict
severe corporal punishment by strapping or caning. During
corrective discipline inmates are nude and are restrained. He is
assisted by Deputies Gonzales and Hoyle and others. 
     In your case, Nola, in return for a guilty plea to all charges
brought against you, I will offer a sentence of consecutive one
year terms. You would begin serving your sentence immediately. You
have one minute to accept or decline the proposal. You may accept
by signing the documents on the table beside you. You may decline
by standing. The Sheriff will take you back to the lock-up to await
transportation to the city. The one minute time limit will begin
after you ask and I answer any two questions you may have."
     Nola was stunned. This couldn't be happening. It just
couldn't. It was a nightmare. But, twenty or more years traded for,
her mind focused on the words, one year, even if it meant nude,
corporal punishment while restrained, was an offer that she
couldn't refuse. Unfortunately for Nola, she didn't understand the
difference between consecutive and concurrent penalties or the
implications of severe nude corporal punishment.
     "About Tashia?" her voice broke and tears filled her eyes.
     "If you accept, I will place Tashia in a foster home until you
are released. The Reverend Works will agree to provide for her.
Deputy Gonzales will share parental authority with the pastor. They
are very strict men and use corporal punishment as required to
correct abnormal behaviour. He has two boys, aged ten and twelve.
You met the older boy; he answered the door for you today. They may
be present when either their father or Deputy Gonzales disciplines
your child. By signing the agreement you will also be legally
authorizing both men to exercise all your parental rights in regard
to your daughter, including the use of corporal punishment."
     Nola shivered as she remembered the twisted smile the fat boy
gave her when he opened the front door and the sly glances the
Deputy gave her little girl.
     "What about my house, car and personal property?"
     "By signing the agreement you will authorize the Sheriff and
Deputy Hoyle to have Power of Attorney in all matters affecting
finance and personal property, including bank accounts, real
estate, investments and all matters relating to your child."
     "What...."
     The Judge interrupted Nola. "You have asked two questions. You
have one minute to respond to my proposal."
     "But..."
     "Fifty seconds."
     "Please....please...."
     "Thirty seconds...."
     "You can't be serious....you just can't do this to me."
     "Fifteen seconds..."
     "But....."
     "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six....."
     ".....I'll do it. I'll sign." Nola blurted when the Judge
counted down to one second.
     She grabbed the documents from the manilla envelope and the
pen from the table. She scribbled her signature on all the papers
without reading them. 
     The first document admitted that she had smuggled narcotics
into the country from Mexico and sold dope to local children, using
Tashia as her courier. The stated penalty was imprisonment for one
year, consecutive for each pellet of cocaine, without possibility
of parole and with two special circumstances added; hard labour and
nude corporal punishment under restraint. Nola had unknowingly
condemned herself to a minimum of ten years of brutal confinement.
     The second paper detailed her criminal activities before
coming to Tecate, including the theft of the car and money from her
employer and admitted to distributing drugs and kiddie porn for
organized crime. The concluding paragraph agreed to waive
extradition and return to the city's jurisdiction for sentencing
after completing her term at the Tecate Correctional Farm.
     The third document, far from just granting the Reverend and
Deputy foster parent status, confessed to molesting Tashia and
placed her daughter for adoption, without recourse or consultation,
for the child's protection. Reverend Works and Deputy Gonzales were
named as joint foster parents and authorized to change the child's
name to Tashia Gonzales. Judge Hull awarded fifteen one-year
consecutive terms in the Tecate jail for child abuse. 
     The fourth document was a special court certificate stating
that Nola understood and waived her rights; had declined legal
counsel; and had accepted the imposed penalties, including hard
labour, and restrained nude corporal punishment by male guards. 
     Judge Hull countersigned the document and Sheriff Dysan
witnessed the signatures. Nola was their play-toy for twenty-five
years.                            Chapter 6

     The Sheriff leered at Nola, taunting her. "Remember the search
at your car? And the going-over Helen gave you at the office?"
     Nola blushed, remembering the obscene pawing she had received
from Jeremy beside the road and the horrible events in the jail
cell with Helen yesterday.
     "This time I'm doing the strip and the search," he said
lewdly. "Take off your shoes then get down on your hands and knees
with your head facing the toilet!" the Sheriff sneered.
     She had no idea what the Sheriff had in mind, but she could
tell from the set of his jaw, that the sex monster was determined
to use her to satisfy his warped desires.
     On her hands and knees, she felt dirty. The cold cement floor
felt awful and the unpleasant aroma from the toilet assailed her
nostrils. The water was off so she couldn't flush it after peeing
in it an hour ago.
     Jeremy stepped astride her and reached for her body.
     The feel of her breasts through her halter was a most erotic
sensation Jeremy could ever remember. He slowly put both hands
around Nola and lifted the halter bra from her breasts and stripped
it off. Spit dripped from his mouth as he stared at her tantalizing
bare breasts. Her protruding pink nipples were hard.
     Resting his sweating bulk on Nola, he reached his massive,
meaty forearms under the woman, pinched her hard nipples and
twisted her breasts until she howled in pain and protest. 
     A smile played on the Sheriff's cruel lips as he mauled her
defenceless nipples without mercy. He felt his cock respond to the
erotic pleasure derived from Nola's physical pain by pressing
against her splendid buttocks.
     "We all get our kicks in different ways, don't we?"
     "Yes, I guess so..."
     "Like," he giggled, "you got your kicks by molesting your
daughter. Am I right?"
     "You're a damned liar," she declared, her face hot. "I never
molested anybody."
     "You don't have to explain to me." Jeremy felt his penis throb
with excitement, his small deep-set eyes glinting while his thick
lips parted in a grin that was half leer. He continued, "I get my
kicks using a leather belt on a naked woman's ass or a little
girl's!" The hoarse voice terrified her.
     The Sheriff moved his hand down to her waist and unbuttoned
her shorts and lowered the zipper. 
     It was like a dream. She could only watch and not react. 
     Jeremy quickly lowered the zipper and pulled the shorts down,
ripping them past her knees, and off Nola's long, nicely toned
legs. His erection grew huge when he saw the black bikini panties
that covered her secret parts. Quickly hooking his fingers in the
waistband of the skimpy briefs, he pulled them down and ripped them
off. He threw the tattered remains of her underpants in the toilet.
He stared at her soft bare ass. 
     "Spread your knees, baby!"
     He pushed her feet apart with his booted foot until Nola's
knees were spread at least two feet.
     He placed his fingers at the rear entrance to her sex and
inserted them into the warm passage. She felt the entry to her most
private parts, feelings of nausea and disgust assaulting her mind.
Jeremy found her clitoris and began stroking and pinching it. Nola
pleaded for him to stop but he continued manipulating her clit,
hurting her.
                              * * *
     Nola looked over her shoulder, watching as the sheriff removed
his clothing. When he was naked, the disgusting pervert sprayed a
long stream of urine into the smelly toilet bowl then pulled her
head up by her hair so she could see his massive cock pointing
straight out at her.
     He went behind her again. The sadist ran his fingers down her
ass crack. He forced one finger of each hand into her clinging
asshole and worked them all the way into the abused woman.
     "Forgot to check something," he told the naked woman.
     He straddled her again, sweat dripping on her bare back, and
reached around her head and ran his slimy fingers under her nose
and across her lips. "Open your mouth," he ordered.
     Nola rebelled. She refused to open her mouth to accept the
fingers that had ravaged her cunt and asshole, knowing that her
defiance would invite more misery.
     "Disobedience means the strap, honey. But you're going to get
checked out whether you like it or not. Open your mouth!"
     "No, I won't. You can't make me. Please don't.......!"
     "You asked for it." Jeremy took several lengths of cord from
his jacket pocket. He grabbed one wrist and tied it securely to the
iron rail of the bunk bed on her right. Then he tied her left wrist
to the cot on the other side, stretching Nola's arms. He did the
same thing will her ankles.
     He put his fingers back into her ass crack and this time drove
two fingers of each hand into her asshole. After probing the tight
tunnel he removed his fingers and straddled the horrified blonde.
He rubbed his reeking fingers against her lips and issued the same
vile command. "Open up, Nola!"
     She pleaded silently, a look of terror in her eyes.
     "Then we'll do it the hard way."
     He pinched her nostrils shut, cutting off her air supply.
     Nola resisted until her body betrayed her. Her mouth opened,
gulping air. Filthy fingers probed her mouth, stinging her tongue
with their putrid mess. He gripped her tongue with two fingers and
pulled it out of her mouth, laughing obscenely. Then he let go of
her tongue and continued running his fingers against her soft
cheeks. Nola stomach rebelled at the nauseating exploration of her
mouth and she almost puked.
                              * * *
     Jeremy sat on the toilet with Nola facing him. 
     With a hissing voice he said, "Lift your head!" Nola found her
face inches away from his pulsing cock. This was the only adult
penis, other than her ex-husband's, that Nola had ever seen.
Jeremy's cock was longer and thicker than his and had a bulbous
head that was almost purple in colour. The shaft had horrid purple
veins standing out and dangling below it, a smelly, hairy scrotum. 
     "Take it in your mouth and suck it, bitch," he screamed while
pressing it against her teeth. Nola stared at the shaft that
demanded entrance to her violated mouth. She had only been this
close to a man's penis once before, with Jason, but had not allowed
it into her mouth. Jason understood that it would take time for her
to perform an act she though immoral but Nola knew the sheriff
would not accept any hesitation or refusal. 
     Time stood still as she stared at the massive shaft, trying to
overcome her repugnance about performing such a disgusting sex act.
She refused the swollen knob when she saw the first drops of smelly
pre-cum emerging from the large slit on its head. Her eyes were
riveted on the shiny drops of slime. 
     Jeremy reached for her nose again.
     Resisting the urge to gag, she extended her tongue and licked
the end of the man's penis. The taste was as revolting as she
imagined it would be; rancid, salty, a taste that made her want to
puke. 
     "Get with it, honey, or I'll blister your ass right now!"
     Nola parted her lips, and accepted the purple knob inside her
mouth. It seemed that no matter how wide she extended her jaws she
couldn't get his shaft inside. Nola sensed it pressing against the
back of her mouth. Her body numbed as she felt it pass into her
throat. Overcoming her revulsion, Nola began to suck on his cock.
Each stroke brought her lips almost to the end of his reeking pole.
Occasionally she released his cock and dropped her lips to the
massive ball sack and lick the gross flesh. The feel of the rough
skin and the smelly pubic hair grossed her out. Once, when she was
licking his balls, the brute raised his knees to his chest and
placed his hand on Nola's head forcing it down and into the cleft
below his balls. Nola's tongue touched his anus and further
pressure left her with no option but to lick foul cavity, her
tongue trying not to penetrate the rancid organ. The pressure
pushing against her head stopped but Nola continued tonguing the
odious flesh.
                              * * *
     When the sheriff knew his balls were about to explode, he made
sure that he was deep inside Nola's mouth. As the feeling peaked
and he knew there was no stopping the release of fluid, he placed
both of his hands on the back of Nola's head to prevent her from
removing his cock from her mouth. He began to groan as he felt the
rising pressure in his loins. Nola felt the hands on her head and
knew what was about to happen. She continued to suck the massive
cock until he exploded. The hot sperm squirted in three or four
steams covering both the roof of Nola's mouth and her throat. Nola
thought she would not be able to hold all of the hot liquid. 
     The sheriff breathed heavily, his once massive cock now
deflating and hanging just a few inches from Nola's chin. A thin
string of cum hung down from its tip. 
     "For disobedience," he taunted. "You'll get another lesson in
a few minutes. And, tomorrow, Helen will be here with the strap."
                              * * *
     Jeremy stood up and left the room, locking the heavy steel
door, leaving Nola alone, naked, and shivering on the cold cement
floor.                             Chapter 7

     The Reverend Works gave a blistering sermon that Sunday
morning condemning the decay of moral values and advocating a
return to corporal punishment in prisons, schools and the home.
     He delivered the fire-and-brimstone lecture to a rapt,
supporting congregation that included most of the prominent
citizens of Tecate and included Judge Hull, Sheriff Dysan, Deputy
Gonzales, Deputy Hoyle and his two precious boys.
                              * * *
     Alone in his study after the service, Reverend Works moved his
fingers over the pale ridge of scar tissue creasing his abdomen. It
was eight inches long, running diagonally down his belly. He drew
his fingers over its length. With a rush of anger he remembered the
night his wife opened him up with a hunting knife.     
     She'd thought he'd been unfaithful. She was a jealous woman,
much younger than her husband and wealthy. She often accused him of
marrying her only for her money. Which wasn't true at all. He loved
her, he truly did, even when she made his life unbearable.
     The harder he tried to convince her of that, the more certain
she became of his infidelity. She followed him, she eavesdropped.
She saw evidence everywhere, in everything he did.
     Because he loved her, the Reverend always believed that
someday, somehow, she would finally come to realize she had no
reason for her jealousy. But it didn't work out that way.
     He stared out the window as the events of their thirteenth
anniversary clouded his mind. When he got home from visiting a sick
church member, Janice was waiting.
     She accused him of adultery and stormed out of the room. Then
he heard her crying in the kitchen. He went to her. Her back was
toward him. He put his hands on her shoulders to comfort her. She
turned around and slashed him with a bread knife.
     The Reverend ran upstairs with his wife close behind with the
knife. He turned and swung his fist at her, catching her on the
face. She fell down the stairs.
     He went to her but she didn't move. She just lay there staring
up at him. The fall had paralysed her.....
                              * * *
     He went downstairs, to the secret room next to his private
playroom and turned on the lights. The woman in the wheelchair
blinked her eyes. He patted the woman's face. 
     "Still like to watch when I'm unfaithful. I know you must
enjoy it." He slapped her cheek hard. "You do enjoy watching me
play with the little girls, don't you, Janice? I know you think
it's sick but it excites me! There's a new little girl coming this
afternoon to live with us. Isn't that delicious," he spat at her."
He patted the shoulder of the motionless woman. His vengeance was
remarkably savage. 
     The Reverend was in good spirits. "You just wait until after
the party, my dear," he whispered to the woman who could hear, see,
think, breath, and swallow, although that was the extent of her
achievements. "We'll play with the cane again after your nice hot,
hot shower. I just know you'll like that. You do, don't you? If you
don't tell me and we won't do it anymore. No answer, pet? Later then!"
     He was delighted when the Doctor told him that the only
feeling left in her body was centred between her knees and her
neck, although she didn't have the use of her arms. He paid special
attention to the responsive parts of her body, real special
attention.
     The Reverend could afford a nurse or a housekeeper for his
invalid wife but he chose not to spend the money. There wouldn't be
as much left for him if he spent her fortune on such vain luxuries.
Janice was not going to live forever. 
     He saw to her needs, most times. She was a terrible burden
sometimes but he felt that was the least he could do for her.
Besides, he didn't want anyone to see the marks.
     His congregation felt compassion for the man who shouldered
such heavy responsibilities without complaining. The good graces of
the community were worth the effort.
     "Enjoy the show!"
     He turned the wheelchair toward the massive one-way mirror
that gave a clear view into the next room, shut off the light,
closed and locked the door.
                              * * *
     The Reverend thought about the afternoon's entertainment,
after the Deputy delivered his new step-daughter.                             Chapter 8
 
     Sunday morning, Nola slowly got up from the cot and dressed.
The taste of the odious sperm was still heavy in her mouth. 
     Had she performed well enough to save her from the whipping
Jeremy had promised her? Nola wondered if her sexual performance
would keep her from being physically punished. Nola's body shivered
as she thought about the slime that had filled her mouth. 
                              * * *
     The sound of the cell door opening brought her back to
reality. Ramon walked in.
     "How did you and the sheriff get along, Miss?" he whispered
into her ear. Nola backed away from the huge man and said
defiantly, "All right, I guess."
     "Well, that's not what he told me!" 
     Deputy Gonzales reached behind Nola and began stroking her
ponytail, "Lovely hair. I really like blondes."
     "Please, you can't do that," she asked. 
     Ramon grinned and thought how wrong the pretty lady was. 
     "Miss, why don't we watch some TV until Jeremy returns?"
     "Whatever, Deputy."
     Ramon walked over to the small screen TV and VCR, the only
luxury item in the stark prison cell. He took out a video tape from
his jacket pocket. After loading the tape and pressing the start
button he returned to the cot and sat next to her. Nola really
wasn't in the mood to watch anything but perhaps it would help time
pass more quickly. 
     The screen lit. For the first few seconds Nola didn't
recognize the scene, then, in horror she jerked erect. She saw
Helen and Tashia on screen. Tashia, completely naked, was sitting
on the toilet in a jail cell. Helen was staring at her, a revolting
grin on her face. The sound of the girl's splashing urine was loud.
     The tape continued with Nola hardly breathing as she watched
Helen lean over and place her hand on the child's chest. The girl's
face cringed at the rude touch. 
     It was only when Ramon spoke up that she remembered he was in
the room. "It does appear that Helen likes little Tashia." 
     Nola didn't respond. Her eyes were locked on the small screen
as it repeated the sights and sounds in graphic detail of Helen
doing the same search that she did to her that first night. The
camera was obviously manned as it changed focus and zoomed in and
out to highlight the most disgusting parts. Every cry and word that
the pathetic girl spoke tore at Nola's guts. 
     Suddenly the screen went blank .
     Frozen on the cot, Nola stared at the blank TV screen as Ramon
went over and turned off the VCR. He walked back to the cot and sat
very close to her. "Now, Miss, we have to get something straight
between us." 
     Nola felt his large hand drop to her leg and begin to move
upward. "You really wouldn't want a tape like that to fall into the
wrong hands would you? Like the child's father?" 
     How could these people be so vile as to tape her child and
threaten to distribute it? she asked herself.
     Nola became very aware of Ramon's hand as it reached the
bottom of her prison dress and a finger started to explore her
thighs. 
     "Please don't do that. I know what you are thinking. I know
what you want. I can't do it. Not again. Please." 
     Ramon stood up and easily lifted Nola off the cot by her arms.
"You will do anything I want you to do, and do it without any
hesitation, understand?" 
     She knew resistance would be futile. Ramon stepped back and
said, "I think it's time for another check for weapons. You can
start by taking off that dress. 
     Nola obeyed his command and removed the dress. She saw his
eyes widen at the sight of her bare breasts glistening with sweat.
"Now that's better, honey, don't stop now." 
     The panties dropped at her feet leaving her naked and
unprotected. She stood still with her eyes closed. Ramon moved to
her and she felt his hands on her breasts then on her pubic mound.
One finger was inserted, then two, then three. Ramon was breathing
hard as he picked up Nola and dropped her on the cot. 
     She watched as he took off his uniform and equipment. When his
shorts were removed she saw a massive cock. The size made even the
Jeremy's huge prick look small. Standing over the cot, he roughly
grabbed Nola's hair and pulled her up to a sitting position. 
     "Repeat what you did for the Sheriff," he demanded. "Do it
better or you'll get the belt right now!" 
     Nola took the shaft in her hand and tried to open wide enough
to take it into her mouth. Only the head would fit no matter how
she tried to suck it in. She began stroking the monster shaft. Her
fingers could not completely encircle the circumference. 
     Ramon groaned as she sucked and stroked. Suddenly he pushed
her away and said, "I want to feel it inside you now." 
     With that outburst, he forced her down on the cot, pushed her
knees up to her chest and spread them wide. Lowering himself, his
huge cock pushed against Nola's cunt. Without lubrication, it hurt
Nola as it was forced into her tight, hot hole. The pig thrust and
thrust, driving into her. She was wild under him, gasping, shoving
up to dislodge him, fingers digging into his back.
     Ramon clutched her breasts, squeezed and mauled them. Her face
was sweaty and contorted. She twisted, writhed, impaled on his
pounding meat. It entered the tight sheath fully. Nola screamed as
she felt it tear into her until their pubic hair met and entangled.
     It seem to take hours for him to work on her, then he
ejaculated, filling her with his hot cum. When he pulled out he
watched the gross fluid flowing down the crack of her ass.
     Laughing obscenely, he put his finger into her cunt and
scooped up a large amount of the sticky mess. He grabbed her hair,
pulled Nola's head up and thrust his finger under her nose. Nola
smelled that the odious aroma and almost gagged. He punched her in
the belly. She opened her mouth. He forced the slimy finger in and
wiped the goo on her tongue.
     He sat down next to Nola making sure he avoided the mess on
the sheet and cupped her face in both hands and touched Nola's lips
with a finger. "I'll tell you a little secret. You know what's
happening to Tashia now? When Helen was getting her dressed, Tashia
bit her. She'll be moving to her new home soon. You know what's
going to happen to her there? She's going to get punished for
biting Helen. She's going to get her cute bare ass spanked. And I'm
going to be there to see that she really gets it." 
     Before Nola could react, Ramon pulled her face to his own and
kissed Nola heavily on the lips. She felt Ramon's tongue pushing
against her teeth trying to open her mouth. She refused to let the
tongue enter.
     Releasing her, he said with malice, "That's going to cost
Tashia's ass." 
     "No," she shrieked. "I'll let you!"
     He got up and left the cell.                            Chapter 9

     He called a family meeting. Reverend Works, his two fat kids,
Ramon Gonzales, and Tashia were gathered in his basement room.
     The Reverend delivered his second Sunday sermon. He explained
that children who were improperly disciplined became juvenile
delinquents, or worse, criminals or dope addicts. He stated that it
was not going to happen to his children, and he included Tashia, as
his eyes swept from the smirking boys to the terrified nine-year-
old girl. He would not let it happen.
     "We're going to start with Tashia." His searching eyes found
hers and stared. "This morning, when Deputy Hoyle was getting her
ready to come here, she bit him. For that offense, we're going to
punish her! Tashia, take off your clothes."
     Tashia wasn't sure that she had heard him right. She just
stood there, numb. The boys giggled. 
     The Reverend repeated his order, ignoring the boys.
     Tashia didn't move.
     Deputy Gonzales whispered to the horrified young girl, "Would
you like it better if I undressed you? Or maybe you'd like the boys
to do it!"
     Tashia stammered. "You mean you want me to take off all my
clothes?"
     "Of course."
     "But, Reverend, I can't do that; not with men and boys here."
     "You've picked the wrong time to develop modesty, Tashia."
     Tashia was near tears and she hadn't even been touched yet.
     Ramon Gonzales got up and went over to the girl. He towered
over her small body. "The Reverend and I expect and demand
obedience," he snarled at the girl. "You have one minute," he said
as he looked at his wristwatch. "And your time starts now! You'd
better hurry, Tashia. Your mom almost didn't make it when she was
faced with the same time limit!"
     At the mention of her mother, tears scaled the child's face.
     Tashia looked over at the boys. Their faces were bright red
and she knew hers was the same, all hot and burning.
     She was too embarrassed to look at the Reverend. She swallowed
hard. Her mouth was all dry. She fumbled with the buttons of her
blouse and opened it down to her waist.
     She was wearing a skimpy white training bra under it.
     She looked at the Reverend to see if he would show her mercy
and not make her go through with it. But mercy wasn't on his mind.
     "Thirty seconds to go, Tashia!"
     Tashia hurried. She tore a button off her blouse and it hit
the floor and bounced and rolled.
     "There will be extra for that, Tashia. Clothes are expensive"
     She pulled the blouse out of the top of her skirt. She took it
off and it fell on the floor. She opened the catch of her skirt at
the side.
     She got the skirt off just as the Deputy said, "Time's up!"
     She felt naked, standing there in her white cotton underpants
and unnecessary bra.
     The Reverend and Ramon Gonzales looked at each other, smiling.
     The pastor turned to the boys and said, "We think that Tashia
should be stripped down to the buff, don't you?"
     "Oh, yes," the twelve year old said. "Tashia, take off your
panties and that stupid bra!"
     Tashia was shocked. She had expected support from the other
children against this outrage.
     She started crying and screaming. "Please, don't make me take
them off! Please....please...." Tears stung her eyes and rolled
down her face. Her vision blurred.
     The younger boy moved over to where Tashia stood. He raised
his hands and Tashia thought he was going to hit her. She cringed
and cried out.
     But the boy didn't hit her. He put his hands on her shoulders
and turned her around so that her back was facing him.
     Then he unhooked her bra in the back and took it off. He did
it real easy, like he had taken bras off girls a thousand times.
     Tashia was crying so hard that she couldn't see. Her tiny
nipples were naked. She crossed her arms over her chest to cover
them.
     The Reverend said, "The panties, too, Tashia. Take them off!"
     "Oh, not that, please, please! I know that I was bad and I
deserve to be punished, but please let me keep my panties on!"
     "Take them off, or I will." He folded his arms across his
chest and looked real strict, real mean. He scared Tashia.
     She took the panties off, pulling them down from her hips.
They fell down her legs. She put her hands in front of her body.
     They boys stared at the bare little girl, their mouths gaping.
     Ramon handed the Reverend a strap. It was wide and smooth and
flat with a long handle. Then, using a winch mounted on the wall,
he lowered a rope from the exposed ceiling beam.
     Reverend Works ordered the child to stand under the rope.
     The girl ran to the locked door and tried to open it,
screaming wildly, she pounded on the door. She was trapped.
     The boys walked over to the naked nine-year-old. They were
turned on by Tashia's slim, girlish body. She seemed all long legs
and ass and arms. Her chest was flat with tiny pink nipples. Her
erotic buttocks were starting to ripen and thrusted out erotically.
     They took her arms and dragged her over under the rope. Tashia
kept her eyes squeezed shut. She was scared stiff of the pain that
she knew was coming and she didn't want to see anything.
     The boys held her arms behind her back until Ramon crossed her
wrists and tied them together with cord. He pulled up on her arms,
forcing her to bend at the waist. Ramon secured the dangling rope
to the cord holding her wrists then went to the winch and twisted
the handle.
     The audience watched as the child's arms was stretched up,
pulling her up on the balls of her bare feet. The sight of her
almost made them lose their breath; her skin was pale and shiny
with sweat. Her ribs protruded. Her eyes stared vacantly at the
floor. Tashia's mouth hung open; she breathed raggedly. 
     "You understand what we're doing, don't you?"
     Unable to say anything, Tashia shook her head.
     "We're helping you be good."
     Tashia looked at up at him, trying to force his eyes to hers.
Thinking maybe there would be some compassion. Maybe he'd care. She
wished she could cry harder. It always seemed to make people feel
sorry for her. But he could see right through her.
     "Don't give me those big eyes. I know all the tricks and they
won't work here." He laughed and Tashia was chilled; his laughter
was high-pitched and shrill. 
     White-hot pain shot through her shoulders. The pain burned.
     "Now," Ramon whispered, breathing heavier now, with exertion
...or excitement.
     The strap whistled, picking up momentum as it swung through
the air. The whistling stopped when the strap connected with
Tashia's nude buttocks, adding to the heat of her pain. Pain that
cut into her; a white-hot flash on impact. 
     A vivid deep-red welt marked her ass. 
     The watching man and the two boys licked their lips eagerly
and there was excitement in their eyes as Ramon drew the strap high
behind his shoulder, waited a moment, and lashed the supple leather
down. It landed across the bare cheeks of Tashia's ass with a
vicious crack that echoed off the walls. 
     Her gasp rose to a wild cry and the pain swelled just as he
whipped her hard a third time. Her pathetic wail of agony sent a
shiver of lust through the watchers.
     Again and again the strap caught naked girl-flesh. Tashia's
ass jumped and writhed under the sharp impacts of the strap as it
curled and clung to her nude buttocks.  
     Tashia danced to the tempo of the strap. Her screams bounced
off the walls and into the ears of the demented audience. Tears ran
from her eyes and dripped to the floor, mingled with agony-sweat.
     Reverend Works grinned at the girl each time that she looked
frantically in his direction. He stared at the network of welts,
some bleeding, all swelling up, angry red against her pale skin. He
closed his eyes in an effort to calm down.
     The strap cracked and whistled as it came at the naked young
girl again and again. It was all Tashia could hear, except for the
laboured heavy breathing of the guests to the vile performance.
     The awful pain burned. Sweat rolled from every pore in her
body. With each breath she took, she wished it was her last. Her
arms and shoulders were numb, the muscular pain in them ached. She
held her eyes closed tightly, not wanting to breathe or even think.
Pain she wouldn't have thought possible until now consumed her as
the evil strap collided with her bare ass. She felt as if her arms
were about to be ripped from their sockets. She wanted desperately
to beg for mercy but she already knew, knew with all the certainty
her nine-year-old mind could produce, that her pleading would only
make them happier and more determined to punish her.
     The boys perspired heavily. Young heartbeats ran wild and
immature brains throbbed. Tight, dry sensations choked their
throats. Excited eyes remained riveted to the frightening yet
stimulating spectacle.
     The younger boy had an urge to take the strap and aid in
beating the girl. This would show that he agreed with his father
that sinners must be punished for their sins. But he didn't dare
follow his impulse. The fear that the strap would be turned on him
was too strong. He would wait until he was alone with his father,
then ask if he could help the next time his mother needed therapy.
     The older boy was tortured by a strange dream that it was
Tashia's mother, not Tashia, leaping and twisting under the lash.
     But for both boys, sexual arousal was linked with pain; with
the sight of lacerated buttocks and twitching vaginas under the
screaming agony of the strap.
     The strap repeatedly reached out to dig its scalding fingers
into her exposed flesh, cracking savagely against bare flesh. Her
sex was in plain view between her legs, peeping from between her
naked white thighs. She tried to swallow, but there was hardly any
spit. Stroke after stroke thrashed the delectable cheeks of
Tashia's ass. The blistering strap thrashing, and thrashing and
thrashing as the tortured girl heaved and bucked, sobbing
hysterically, her buttocks crimson and blotchy with welts, ugly and
angry and red, all criss-crossed.                           Chapter 10

     Nola was fastened over a horse hitching rail near the prison
barn. Her arms were pulled wide and secured, each wrist tied to a
metal stake pounded into the ground. Her legs, hugely spread, were
similarly fastened. Her bare belly was the only part of her anatomy
in contact with the rail. Her naked breasts hung free and her sex
gaped open.
     The judge stared at the exposure, his eyes intimately probing
the exciting exhibition of female secrets. His advanced years
needed bizarre stimulation to encourage his flaccid cock to
respond. Nola's bare-assed, pitiless caning would be the stimulus.
     Helen handed Judge Hull a long and thin bamboo cane with a
pointed tip. There was electric excitement as the judge teased the
erotic bare flesh with the point of the cane. 
     Nola's hands clenched into fists, her sharp intakes of breath
at the crude probing betraying her fear; a fear she tried
desperately to hide; to deny the smiling woman any satisfaction.
Her buttocks tensed and writhed with fearful anticipation under the
menacing probe of the cane.
     The judge clenched his teeth as he raised the rod. He flashed
it down with a hissing crack across the bare cheeks of Nola's ass.
She jumped at the atrocious agony. Her ass heaved, her heavy
breasts bounced and shook. She shrieked her pain to a smiling and
unforgiving judge and a smirking lesbian staring open mouthed at
Nola's contortions.
     Her cry of anguish subsided. The only sound was Nola's rapid
breathing and the remorseless hiss of the bamboo as it struck like
a vile snake, tearing into the softness of her bare buttocks.
     Nola tossed her blonde hair wildly and turned her head in the
direction of her torturers. Her defiance was gone. Her impudent
mouth gaped, a thin trickle of spit dripped to the ground, and her
sullen eyes begged for leniency.
     The delight in the eyes of the man stunned Nola. She had
almost reached the limit of her endurance after only two strokes of
the cane and yet the man's eyes told her he had not even begun to
torment her. There would be no leniency.
     He studied the vicious lacerations already caused by the cane
then brought the instrument across her buttocks with a horrible
crack than resembled a gunshot. 
     Nola's nostrils flared and her eyes clouded as her terrible
shriek of unendurable fiery torture assaulted the ears of the now
fully erect judge. Her whole ass was red and cut.
     The judge's arm went back. Bamboo flashed across swelling
buttocks. Nola's eyes went wide, her mouth distended in a wild cry.
The cane searched her ass again with its nerve-shattering force.
The full buttocks writhed as long interlaced streaks of crimson
appeared. The cane cracked repeatedly and clung to her surging
cheeks before springing back. Nola's mouth was stretched wide, one
a long cry of agony merging with the next. The sadist struck her
thighs and even the backs of her knees. 
     Nola wrenched in vain at the ropes holding her, jumping and
twisting at each impact of the bamboo. The judge allowed a fierce
vindictive excitement to burn in his eyes. With cruel accuracy, he
caned her hard and fast. Nola protested with long shrieks and
uncontrolled crying. Under the relentless caning, Nola's buttocks
arched and contorted as she hung over the rail, her breasts
bouncing obscenely.              Curt Strap's NOLA series as of 29 October 1994. 
      If you have any suggested titles and/or scenarios let me know.

Nola1.txt      "The Beginning" (Nola's introduction to S&M) 
Nola2.txt      "The Chief of Police" (Nola and daughters on a Turkish Island)
Nola3.txt      "The Augustines" (Nola and girls learn the ropes)
Nola4.txt      "The Reverend" (Nola and others 'repent' in minister's cellar)
Nola5.txt      "The Island" (Inspired by Mister Phil)
Nola6.txt      "The Children" (friend takes over family discipline)
Nola7.txt      "The Rape Photographer" (Just what it implies)
Nola8.txt      "The Porn Producers" (don't make videos with this family)
Nola9.txt      "The Nurse" (tortured by Viet Cong, brutal)
Nola10.txt     "The Children At Play" AKA Children.zip (captured nanny)
Nola11.txt     "The Game" AKA Sarah.zip (young Nola learns about savagery)
Nola12.txt     "The Doctor" (limited distribution) (Nola with Dr. Mengale??)
Nola13.txt     "The Farm" (limited distribution, BBS user's special request)
Nola14.txt     "The Model" (Innocent model gets into S&M photography)
Nola15.txt     "Blackmailing Nola" (son and friend blackmail Nola)
Nola16.txt     "Blackmailing Tashia" (brother and friend blackmail Tashia)
Nola17.txt     "The Spy" (The name says it all, but don't get caught)
Nola18.txt     "The Tudor" AKA Simone.zip (mom hires sadist as girl's tutor)
Nola19.txt     "The Inquisition" AKA Inquis.zip (Nola in 1492)
Nola20.txt     "The Cottage" (sadists take a girl to a cottage for S&M fun)
Nola21.txt     "The Convent" (husband gets vile revenge on wife and daughter)
Nola22.txt     "The Cop" (incomplete)
Nola23.txt     "The Reporter" (Moral? - mind your own business or else)
Nola24.txt     "The Musician" (street musician and daughter get taken)
Nola25A.txt    "Nola and Tashia" (Nola humiliated by daughter) or
Nola25B.txt    "Nola and Jeremy" (Nola humiliated by son)(same story)
               (The wonders of Wordperfect's search & replace)
Nola26.txt     "The Prison Matron" (inmates get Nola, user's special request)
Nola27.txt     "The Complex" (house of horrors??)
Nola28.txt     "The Cruise" (includes Pamela1.zip to chap 7)
Nola29.txt     "The Scout Troop" (user's special request)
Nola30.txt     "The Big Brother" (Nola gets a sadistic big brother)
Nola31.txt     "The Exhibitionist" (self-explanatory)
Nola32.txt     "The Asylum" (limited distribution, user's special request)
Nola33.txt     "The Cellar" (terror and torture, what else do I write about?)
Nola34.txt     "The Businesswoman" (Caught in a double-cross)
Nola35.txt     Un-named (incomplete)
Nola36.txt     "The Troller" (Nola picked up by a serial sadist)
Nola37.txt     Un-named as of today
Nola38.txt     "The Cheerleaders"
Nola39.txt     "The Terrorist"
Nola40.txt     "The Indians" (inspired by Mister Phil)
Nola41.txt     "The Law" (a shady policewoman gets hers)
Nola42.txt     "The Freak Show" (Tashia is sold by Nola to a circus)
Nola43.txt     "The Co-eds" (Nola and friends abused in a biker bar)
Nola44.txt     "The Thief" (Nola tries blackmail with dire consequences)
Nola45.txt     "The Monastery" (girl caught by a savage cult)
Nola48.txt     "The Amusement Park" (Better hope your next boyfriend is sane)
Nola49.txt     "The Judge" aka "The Set-Up" (Nola yearns for judgement day)
Nola50.txt     Un-named (incomplete, I don't know where it's going)
Nola51.txt     Un-named (mostly humiliation, so far)
Nola101.txt    "The Runaway" (Tashia runs away with dire consequences)
Nola102.txt    "The Mexican Jail" (don't cross the border with a stranger)
Nola103.txt    "The Babysitter" (spare the rod?? not in my stories!!)
Nola104.txt    "The Neighbour" (neighbour takes charge of Tashia)
Nola105.txt    "The Tourist (Don't ask a rogue cop for directions)
Nola106.txt    "The Teacher" (Sometimes students know more than teachers)
Nola110.txt    "Un-named" (Kidnapping, Torture and rape, brutal, young)
Nola111.txt    "The Sheriff" (Torture and rape, brutal, young)