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          I'm sure that you're sick and tired of all these self-
righteous little notices authors of S&M and sex/horror/terror
stories have been putting at the top of their files. But just in
case you aren't, here's another one:




                       WARNING!  WARNING!  WARNING!

               THIS STORY CONTAINS S&M AND SEX/HORROR/TERROR
             IF YOU DON"T LIKE THIS SHIT, THEN DON'T READ IT!

                              END OF WARNING                                Nola49.txt

                                 The Judge
                              "By Curt Strap"

                                 Chapter 1

          Superior Court Judge Nola Augustine was looking for Satan; the
real thing or an earthly substitute for the ancient malevolent imp;
any sociopath hiding behind a facade of normalcy; a Caligula, a
Bundy, or a Moloch. She knew that Beelzebub masqueraded as
strangers, baby-sitters, young boys, old men, grandfathers, and
even daddies. And it didn't matter if she was good or bad (she was
bad); it didn't matter if she believed in him (she did); because he
believed in her.
          She was familiar with the Vietnamese youth gangs that
specialized in drugs, extortion and prostitution. Many of her
recent trials involved such activities. Just last Sunday, even the
priest said these oriental gangsters were spawns of hell, preying
on the innocent, recruiting souls for eternal damnation.
          Tonight she checked out a neighbourhood gang. All night she
listened to their obscene remarks aimed at passing women. Even she
had attracted some attention in spite of her long grey skirt and
austere long-sleeved matching blouse that she covered with a
sweater even in the humid heat. As she left the 7-11 she heard a
crude whistle and a kid say "look at that prude bitch..." She
almost threw up on the sidewalk.
                                   * * *
          Later that night she stopped for a coffee in a run-down
restaurant. She took a booth in the back and let her mind wander...
                                   * * *
          "That old gangster, Lim, wants a white chick. A real cutie.
He's tired of the skinny black sluts we usually get for him."
          Instantly, Nola was alert. Two boys she recognized as members
of the gang were in the next booth. They hadn't seen her.
          "Yeah?" his companion growled. "I hear that fat pig is hard on
the merchandise. The prick is a fucking sadist. None of the local
girls will go anywhere near him, at any price. Not just because
he's the ugliest pile of shit on earth; they can't work the street
for months after he's through with them."
          "He'll pay good if we snatch him a cute one!"
          "Shit, man, he tortures them!"
          "Hey, he's a buyer. It's no skin off our ass what he does with
them. Torture, rape, who gives a fuck."
                                   * * *
          Nola had found the archenemy, evil incarnate in Cheng Lim. Of
the thousands of foreigners who'd been convicted of serious crimes
but avoided deportation, Lim was the most wanted. In addition to a
single conviction for producing and distributing violent
pornography, he was suspected, but never convicted of racketeering,
extortion, importing snuff films from Argentina, and rape.
          Her blood ran cold as she remembered the grossly obese,
oriental man who threatened her when she ordered him deported. His
wife and daughter had been deported a month earlier, at Judge
Augustine's order. It was reported in all the tabloids that the
pair were arrested and condemned to ten years in a prison known for
brutal atrocities. There was even a report on a public caning
inflicted on the girl and a inhuman flogging on the mother. Nola
thought that it was divine retribution.
          Unknown to Nola, Cheng Lim had been released pending a new
Immigration hearing. He promptly disappeared. Tracking down a
person with a criminal conviction and an outstanding deportation
order was a difficult and complex process. He could not be located.
                                   * * *
          She followed the youngster to a shabby apartment complex.
          It was now or never.
          Nola kept a revolver and a night-stick that she purchased from
the pawn shop in the trunk of her car. On occasion, she liked to
pretend she was still a policewoman. It was only a small sin. She
took her revolver and night-stick from the car and pushed open the
door to the apartment.
          "Freeze, faggot, up against the wall!"
          "Who the fuck are you. You got a warrant?"
          "You're going down hard, boy. I got your little conversation
in the restaurant down on tape. Kidnapping and torture. You'll do
hard time, especially before Judge Augustine. The cons will have
fun with a cute young kid like you."
          Nola saw the hatred in his eyes give way to fear. She
suspected that he was one of Lim's demons.
          "Spread, up against the wall. You know the drill!"
          He weighed his chances against the gun, then shrugged and
obeyed, muttering obscenities.
          She pressed the barrel of the gun against his neck.
          "Don't shoot!" His voice oozed fear.
          She checked him out, opening his shirt, running her hand over
his hard smooth belly. She loosened his belt and pushed his jeans
down to his knees.
          "You can't do this." he spat at her.
          "Strip searches are in, kid."
          She slipped her hand inside his underwear and squeezed his
balls. The kid is hung like a horse, she thought. Then she hit him
hard across his buttocks with her truncheon. He turned to protest
and she jabbed him hard in the lower belly with the stick. He sank
to his knees, holding his genitals...
          "You're going down hard, kid."
          "Gimme a break. Maybe we can deal..."
          "What deal, creep? Beg," Nola answered.
          "What'll it take to let me go?"
          "Got any friends, kid. Jerk-offs like you?"
          "Hey, I'm not squealing on my friends!"
          "Shut up, and listen! I'll say this just once. I know what you
are even if no one else does. But maybe I can give you a deal. Just
answer my questions. You guys prowl around the Frommers Club?"        
          "We're always on the lookout for chicks. We get some there."
          "What for?"
          "Gang-bangs, that sort of stuff."
          "You mean, you guys are pimps! Is this Lim a customer?"
          "Look, lady, you're making this hard. He's important."
          "He's a pervert. You're the one that's in deep shit." She
pushed the baton hard against his throat. "Maybe you and I can make
a secret deal. Later tonight, about midnight, you guys just happen
to be watching the club, creeps looking for chicks. You see a white
woman near the club looking for the private entrance ...Would you
snatch her for Lim?"
          "Ain't no white women around that dive." A hushed whisper.
          "Shut up, cocksucker!"     
          His face was expressionless but his eyes reeked venom.
          "This one won't be a skinny little broad," Nola continued.
"Lots of white meat on her, a stacked little bitch. All yours for
the taking. Isn't that what Lim's looking for?"
          "What goes?" he asked, a lewd leer on his face.
          "I want to arrange a very special revenge for a woman who has
made my life very difficult. I want her taken to the limit, then
beyond, well beyond anything that a normal person might consider
harsh. A journey to hell. Run her down. Sell her to that Lim
bastard. That perverted sadist will know what to do!"
          "I arrange to have her disappear and you let me go? Clean?"
          "That's the deal. And no one but us knows. It's our secret!"
          "You got it, honey!"                                      Chapter 2

          She left her letter of resignation with the bailiff. It
explained that she was seeking inner peace for herself and decided
to become a cloistered nun in the Ursuline Convent. 
          Well, that's it, she thought. She had finally found an her
version of Satan. He was just like the nuns described him, a gross,
fat oriental pig.
          Now that she knew Satan and his imps were near, she could
repent for her sins. She hoped she would go straight to the deepest
pit in hell, where the searing fire and the glowing, prodding pitch
forks were the worst, where the obscene, most deformed and hideous 
monsters would punish her, just like in Dante's Inferno. She read
that book at least once a month for the past ten years, ever since
she knew she was evil. She would go through with it. Not like the
many times before when she thought she had found LUCIFER, but just
couldn't face the fiend.
                                   * * *
          At age 30 Nola resigned from the police department when she
was disciplined for carrying a sign protesting against a
neighbourhood adult book store. She denied rumours that she was
fired her because she told her partner's wives that their husbands
made passes at her. Just because some of them got divorced, it was
not her fault for telling her version of the truth. She knew that
infidelity was wrong. And she wasn't a slut, like some of the women
said, flirting with the men and when they responded, rejecting
them, then making complaints of sexual harassment to their
superiors. In fact, she was guilty of all those things.
                                   * * *
          Her strong feminist support helped her gain the nomination for
Judge. She used the women's organizations to her advantage and won
a narrow victory at age 32. After the election she gained the
reputation for issuing maximum sentences, especially in any case
dealing with violence against women. She became known as the
'hanging judge' after she became the first female judge to
pronounce the death sentence in a violent rape/sodomy/murder case.
She was 36 when re-elected by acclamation.
                                   * * *
          Nola was popular on the after dinner speaking circuit.
Speaking before special interest ultra-conservative political
groups, she promoted the return of the strap and cane as legal
prison discipline, citing the success of such punishments in crime
prevention in certain asian countries. Even schools, she advocated,
should use the strap and cane.
                                   * * *
          Every Sunday she listed devoutly during the fire and brimstone
sermon's delivered by a righteous and uncompromising Father
Ignatious. She was especially attentive when the subject was
scourging to cure sins of the flesh or the dire consequences of an
eternity in the bottomless pit.
                                   * * *
          It was 8:00 PM on judgement day.
          Nola showered slowly, careful not to look at her buxom body,
just like the nuns ordered, so she wouldn't have dirty thoughts. 
          An image of ugliness crept into her mind, An image of trolls;
bloated males with greasy taloned fingers and repulsive, slimy
foul-smelling appendages between their legs, dripping putrid scum.
She knew that she would be exposed to the worst ones, the most
depraved one. It was only fair even though she obeyed Mother
Superior's dire warnings not to let dirty, sweating, disgusting men
use her body. She made sure that didn't happen even once during her
thirty-eight years. She didn't even go out on dates.
                                   * * *
          Black bikini briefs taken from a secret cache in her lingerie
drawer slid up her long sleek legs and tightened over her 38 inch
hips to firmly caress her full thrusting buttocks. A skimpy bra
barely covered her firm impressive breasts. Its cups were flimsy
transparent pouches, stretched tight over heavy breasts. Her
nipples were pink and hugely erect. They looked like pencil
erasures trying to poke through the wispy bra.
          She buttoned the waistband of a short black skirt that ended
a good six inches above her knees over her thirty-inch waist. A
low-cut tight blouse that exposed the tops of her breasts and high-
heeled black boots completed her slut wardrobe.
          She brushed her long auburn hair and for the first time in
years added lipstick to her sensuous, pouting lips and eye shadow
to emphasise her stunning green eyes.                                  Chapter 3

          Four hoods staked out the dark, urine soaked alley.
          The street was alive with the hustlers and runaways.
          Fourteen-year-old Duc Chen occupied the street corner. There
was a casual defiance in the way he leaned against the store-front
doorway, innocent enough not to attract the interest of the cars
cruising by more slowly than the others. He wore a faded jean
jacket, T-shirt, jeans and reeboks. His ripped shirt deliberately
exposed a flash of smooth stomach. 
          Steel grey eyes, wizened beyond their years, stared out of a
dark face. He brought a cigarette to his lips, lips too feminine
and full for a boy, too ripe for anything clean.
          He tried not to appear too interested in the passing cars. He
waited for a certain car, a certain victim, a set-up. He almost
felt sorry for the woman, whoever she was. To be hated so much that
someone wanted her kidnapped and turned over to the underworld...
          Finally, a car pulled over to the curb. It was black, with
tinted windows, the drivers face barely visible through the glass.
It was a woman. She leaned over and rolled down the window. 
          "Excuse me..."
          The boy leaned forward to get a better look at the face. He
moved a little closer, trying to make it look like he'd just
decided he wanted to cross the street. He needed to get a better
look. He barely recognized her but it was the same woman, and now
he knew who she really was; not a pig cop but a fucking Judge. He
had a score to settle with her. An obscene smile curled his lips.
          The woman wore a slight smile on her lips to hide the fear.
          He took a drag of his cigarette, stamped it out, and sauntered
over to the car. He placed his hand on its side, took a long look
around the street, then leaned into the car.
          The woman sat back in the seat and licked her lips. There was
a line of sweat on her forehead. She played for a moment with the
front of her revealing blouse. "I...I...I'm lost." she said. Her
voice came out high, a little shaky.
          "You sure are." he responded, deepening his voice.          
          "I'm...I'...I'm...looking..for..the Frommers Club," she said.
The woman gave a nervous laugh and ran a hand through her hair.
"Do...do..know...where it is...?" Nola knew he recognized her.
          "Depends."
          "On...?" Nola asked, her voice almost failing. "Please... if
...you know...," Nola stammered.
          "Well, you just park your fancy car over there behind the bar,
...and hustle your sweet ass over to that alley..." He pointed.
          She looked around. She saw the black hole between two
buildings and smelled the depravity, the perversion. She knew it
was the entrance to the abyss.
          "In there you'll find everything you're looking for!"
          She was committed now as she drove slowly by the gaping hole.
Almost certainly it would be a dead-end. There would be no way out
of there, if she dared...she could pay for her sins now...
          Nola drove the car behind the bar. She got out and didn't lock
it. A chop shop would have it within the hour. It didn't matter.
That morning she took out a loan for its cash value and mailed the
cheque to the convent along with a second cheque that covered the
total of her bank account and investments. She included a letter
asking Mother Superior to tell anyone that inquired that she had
taken the vow of silence. She knew Mother would smile and keep the
secret, knowing that sweet, innocent Nola was in that grey area
experiencing the purifying extremes of evil with the wicked one.
St. Jude's Church picked up her furniture and belongings after
lunch. Maybe the small penance would help.
                                   * * *
          The boys watched the tall red-head get out of the car.
          "Man, look at those tits!"
          "You can have her tits, I'll take that ass!"
          "That chick's gotta be at least six-feet!"
          Hard cocks strained against tight jeans.
          Nola turned and looked around, seeming unsure of herself. Duc
Chen was sure. He smiled evilly and licked his fat lips.
          "She's going into the bar!" A disappointed voice.
          She walked slowly past the entrance, towards the alley.
          They still didn't believe that she would actually do it.
          Nola stared into the blackness then back towards the car. Her
last chance to escape eternal punishment. Instinct told her that
her escape would be blocked if she dared enter the dark void.
          Demons were waiting and she went in to meet them. She could
almost feel the probing fingers and the red-hot bite of the strap.
                                   * * *
          They went in after her. Too late she heard footsteps and
turned to face the leering faces. Duc punched her hard in the lower
belly and she doubled over, stunned, unable to breathe.
          She struggled to her feet and tried to run but the high heels
and tight skirt hobbled her. Duc tripped her and she fell face down
in the filth. Calloused hands forced her arms behind her and coarse
rope secured her wrists as she struggled wildly. They turned her
over and peered down at her, licking lips in anticipation. But the
steely grey eyes of Duc Chen scared her the most...The eyes she
stared into weren't normal. They were like an animal's.          
          Duc's voice became deliberate. "Don't ever think you can fuck
with us, girlie. I've seen too many of your kind." He reached into
his boot and took out a knife.
          He put the knife to Nola's throat. "Now get on your fuckin'
feet. We're goin' for a ride." He giggled. "I'm gonna take you some
place where we can take our clothes off and get comfortable.
There's somebody you really need to meet!"
                                   * * *
          Duc Chen Lim talked quietly into the phone.
          "We got one for you uncle. This cunt is a real prize."...
          "No, she's a really stacked white broad. It's who she is."...
          "Judge Nola Augustine... I'm sure, there's no mistake." ...
          "We got her clean...they're no trace. I say we scrap the
previous plan to let the guys at the club train her and ship her
off to Argentina. Let me take her to the "hellhole" for some
serious stuff."...
          "Got it, uncle. See you there."                                 Chapter 4

          The hoods took Nola to an old warehouse in the industrial part
of the city near the waterfront. Inside, Duc directed her over to
a door in the wall and Duc pulled it open. Beyond the jamb a spiral
staircase disappeared below into the eerie darkness. Nola went
first, followed by Duc, and his knife. Together they descended,
twisting around and around on the iron steps down to the basement.
Duc opened a trap door that was hidden under a pallet beneath the
stairs and a gust of stale damp air swept up and out of the black
pit that yawned beneath it.
          Ever so faintly from below came the murmur of running water.
Then, as Nola's heart pounded against her rib cage, Duc lit a
flashlight, climbed into the hole and disappeared down a rusted
iron ladder. Nola followed. Three different boys and an ancient man
joined them and the street kids left.
          As she descended, Nola could feel the walls sweating and
dripping with the ooze of decades. When the ladder ended, she
followed Duc on down a narrow flight of stone steps.
          Duc swept the flashlight in an arc that sliced through the
darkness around them. Nola saw a vaulted corridor. The floor was of
concrete, the arched walls and roof of dressed masonry. The
corridor stretched away before her into indefinite blackness. To
the left was a closed wooden door.
          Duc opened that door and ushered Nola inside.
          "What's in here?" the captive asked, standing in the pitch
dark until Duc reached up to turn on the lights.
          Nola choked in fright. Her neck hairs stood on end. Never
before had her eyes seen, or even imagined, the instruments that
cluttered this hellish room.
          "This is a torture chamber!" Nola shrieked with a spine-
jarring shiver. She had seen drawings like this room in the book.
          "Got it," Duc said, laughing, his voice hard and brittle.
          The vault was a stone crypt, thirty feet by thirty. The
chimney of a fireplace ran up one wall like a great grey sucking
vein, cobwebs hanging like veils from several of its bricks. Beside
this hearth stood a brazier with several irons and pinchers
dangling from its rim. Along the opposite wall there was a medieval
rack, its wheels and clamps cast in shadow, dark stains
discolouring the upper surface and spreading down the sides in thin
drip-lines. An Iron Maiden crouched waiting in the far corner with
its door gaping open on several hundred spiked teeth. Turning in
panic, Nola saw a hangman's noose hanging from the ceiling beam
near one wall that was covered with whips and manacles and cat
o'nine tails. On the flat surface to the left of the rack, knives
needles, surgical instruments and diabolical tools whose use was
best left to the imagination were laid out in tidy precision.
          A massive beam ran the entire length of the vault. Eyebolts
and hooks were screwed into the beam and cemented into the floor.
There was a pulley system hanging from the beam. A rough plank
table stood in one corner. A steel rod was bolted between two
posts. Under it, in the concrete, were more eye bolts. Beside it
another wooden table was covered with candles, wooden matches,
steel alligator clips and an assortment of leather straps.
          As the vault began to echo with the dull hideous whine that
she knew came from deep inside her, Nola's mind screamed at her. A
knife! Grab a knife!
          Duc anticipated her move. As Nola ran to the dusty surface
spread with polished, gleaming blades, Duc darted in front of her.
She tried to go around him but he kneed her in the belly and she
dropped to the floor.
          "This is where you pay, bitch! You'll play with the knives
later!" Nola would never forget that voice. She looked up. Lim had
waddled into the room followed by two men holding Dobermans.
Howling mad with frenzy, the dogs gnashed their teeth.
          "We meet again, Judge Augustine! Do you like dogs? I'm sure
they'll like you! They belonged to my wife!"
          His words, silken, vicious, washed through Nola's mind. She
knew his words sprang from a hatred deeper than any she could
imagine. He walked over to the wall of whips and took two of them
down. He carried them back to the shaking girl.
          "This, cunt, is a real Scottish tawse, about seventy years
old. You'll note that it is a tailed strap with a fire-hardened
tip. The tip bites like an scorpion. It'll be a few days before you
sample that one. This other one is an English birch. It just needs
to soak a few hours in some brine before it tastes your cute ass".
          Slowly, methodically, Lim smacked the wooden table with the
whip. Nola stared aghast, with each relentless stroke the man's
lips grew thinner and drew back from his teeth. His nostrils
flared. His breath came in gasps. Dust exploded in the anxious air.
          He pointed to two chairs beside the brazier. One chair without
a seat, just a metal frame, and the other metal chair with the seat
covered with sharp points. "The hot seats, sweetheart...you'll have
a real hot time sitting....
          Then suddenly in mid-sentence, Lim stopped.
          "Excuse my manners. May I introduce my sons, Kwong, Sung and
Chong. They want to talk to you about their dear mother and sister!
And my wife's grandfather." He pointed to the old man. "The guys
with the dogs are my wife's brothers."
          "This woman, dear family, is Judge Augustine. I'm sure you've
heard of her. Now..., play time!" he said with a hiss.                                 Chapter 5

          Duc forced Nola to her elbows and knees in the middle of the
concrete floor, her knees apart, her buttocks thrust in the air.
She had stripped off her blouse and skirt and removed her boots;
begging and pleading, crying and howling; encouraged by the knife
and two huge growling dobermans that strained at the leashes held
by grinning obese oriental men. Aroused men and boys surrounded
her, lost in private demented thoughts.
          "Well, bitch," Duc mouthed as he held a knife to her bra
strap. "Let's have a better look at you."
          "No, please, let me keep it on....please...."
          The knife jerked and the bra fell to the floor, leaving her
breasts bare, hanging, vulnerable, pink nipples hard.
          Rough hands crudely fondled her breasts, squeezing and
pinching. Her eyes brimmed with tears. She fully expected her
breasts to explode as fingers caught both fear hardened nipples and
applied pressure. The agony-mad girl shrieked madly.
          Lim's eyes were glued to her buttocks barely covered by the
bikini briefs. The underpants, like the bra, did not provide much
cover. Both buttock cheeks were bare. The thin layer of cloth 
plunged deep into the shadowy intimate groove separating the
luscious ass cheeks and re-appeared to partly cover the narrow
openings between the woman's thighs. Reddish pubic hair outlined
the black strip. Rough hands caressed the silky flesh. She tried to
shrink away.
          "Keep your ass up if you know what's good for you," the man
called Lim ordered. He slapped the quivering flesh hard. She cried
out in pain and forced herself to thrust her buttocks up again.
Another slap caught the other pale cheek sending a fiery message to
her brain.
          "Cut the panties off!"                                 Chapter 6

          The old man tied Nola's wrists together behind her back, palms
facing out, and pulled her arms high up to the beam putting extreme
pressure on her shoulder muscles. A chain bolted to the floor held
a noose looped tightly around her neck. Nola was forced up on her
toes with her legs widely separated by an iron rod welded to two
ankle shackles. She was bent over, her upper body almost parallel
to the floor, her breasts and hair hanging.
          The paralysed woman shrieked her protest when Lim moved behind
her, opened his pants and ran the head of his enormous prick up and
down the crevice of her buttocks.
          Then, letting his pants drop to the floor leaving him naked,
he stepped back and swung a leather strap directly across Nola's
lush buttocks. Her body went rigid in torment, her tear-blurred
eyes snapped open and an unearthly howl cut the stale air.
          He laughed and struck Nola again, slicing into her bare ripe
ass, tearing another shriek of pain from her tortured lungs.
          Nola's shrill voice shrieked for pity. "No, No..mor...more
pain, please....please....no more...!"
          "But of course there will be more pain, cunt," Lim squealed in
delight. "Duc, get your strap working!"
          Her updrawn arms kept her motionless. She waited in horrified
fascination as both man and boy pulled arms back, then struck like
ferocious snakes, one strap catching the underside of both buttocks
and the other laying a diagonal welt across both heaving cheeks. 
          The pain was beyond imagination and for a few seconds Nola
couldn't even scream. Her head lunged up hard against the noose and
her blurred, tear-filled eyes stared blankly. Then a long wail of
pure agony escaped her lips to titillate the nerves of the fiends.
          Both whips assaulted her bare ass again. Spasms surged through
her tortured body. Her naked flesh was wet with sweat and
perspiration dripped from her armpits. The pain was atrocious.
          The leather snapped fiery-red, round flesh again. It had to
stop. But it didn't stop. Again and again the blistering leather
welted her ass as it hissed and cracked noisily. Scream after
scream echoed through the vault as she twisted in desperate agony.
Her cries were hoarse, wild and unrestrained. Red-hot shivers of
agony shattered her nervous system.
          Traces of blood where the cruel thongs had lacerated her skin
mixed with her sweat dripped from Nola's body. Her eyes bloated in
terror and pain, pleading for relief.
          Again the twin scourges curled against Nola's buttocks. Again
the shriek of agony bounced off the damp concrete as her bare body
writhed and jerked, trying to escape from the searching leather.
          Pure ecstasy shone on the faces of the perverts as they
surveyed the results of their punishment. Spit drooled from their
gaping mouths and their huge organs twitched and dripped slime.
          Once more the atrocious leather found the naked, pain-racked
body and again the horrible dance and blood-curdling shriek of
agony and despair tore through the torture chamber. The spectators
watched, fascinated as the vicious leather tore into the screaming
female, gouging, lacerating, welting... Bleeding, screaming,
pleading, the writhing woman suffered the searing flagellation.                              To Be Continued

                        A Comment from the Author:

          The comments and suggestions posted by readers are what keep
the authors going. The same is true for me. I've got a general
direction I want to go with NOLA series from here, but that's all.
The door's wide open for specific scenes and characters. I'd love
for all you "Anons" out there to contribute your suggestions. If
nobody does, the NOLA series will probably go on anyway but the
more suggestions I get the better the product, I hope.

          Please post any comments to Leather Rose BBS.

                              And a Question:

     Does anyone out there still like whips?  Or for that matter
canes, straps, paddles, tawses, martinets, cat-o'-nines, riding
crops, or even an occasional good old fashioned bundle of birch
switches? I haven't seen a good flagellation story in ages. What
ever happened to naughty young schoolgirls getting their asses
caned by lecherous old headmasters? I'm not talking about spanking
people. That's its own little club, and they mostly frown on us
hard core B&D and S&M freaks. I'm talking about the whip 'em till
they bleed world. Are any of us "flag" freaks still out there?  I
would like to hear from you.

Curt Strap 
August, 1994      Curt Strap's listing of the NOLA series as of 26 August 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 on a Turkish Island)
Nola3.txt      "The Augustines" (family's introduction to S&M)
Nola4.txt      "The Reverend" (Nola and others 'repent')
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, incomplete, ideas?)
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" (boy 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" (incomplete, sadists take a girl to a cottage)
Nola21.txt     "The Convent" (husband gets sadistic revenge on wife and girl)
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)
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 to city to become a model)
Nola102.txt    "The Mexican Jail" (don't cross the border with a stranger)
Nola103.txt    "The Babysitter" (spare the rod?? no way!!)
Nola104.txt    "The Neighbour" (neighbour takes charge)
Nola105.txt    "The Tourist (Don't ask a rogue cop for directions)
Nola106.txt    "The Teacher" (Sometimes students know more than teachers)
