



     I'm sure that by now you're sick and tired of all these smug
little notices authors of 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!

         THIS STORY CONTAINS S&M AND NON-CONSENSUAL SEX
        IF YOU DON"T LIKE THIS SHIT, THEN DON'T READ IT!

                         END OF WARNING                           Nola28.txt

                          "The Cruise"
                         "By Curt Strap"

                            Chapter 1

     I saw Nola the first time in early July. I had been to the
book store looking for some special books that catered to my
bizarre tastes. I finished my business and was walking along the
path towards the pier. The air was rich with odours of tanned skin
and the beach was decorated by female flesh in bikinis. I was about
to turn back when I noticed a woman sitting on the low wall by the
pier. She was with two preteen girls, both fair haired and fair
skinned, dressed in shorts and halter tops.
     I guessed that they had been on the beach and were just about
to head home. The woman was tall, lithe and sexually attractive.
She had a direct and determined look that suggested she thought a
great deal of herself.
     One of the girls called her Nola. Nola and the girls moved off
along the path toward the city. She had fine features, a confident
gait, and beautiful blue eyes. She was probably in her thirties.
Her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail.
     As she walked slowly along the path, one girl on either side
of her, several pairs of eyes followed her progress. She had a
buxom figure like many of the other girls on the beach. She was
wearing a very tight black sweater and a pair of well worn cut-off
jeans. The jeans must have been at least a couple of sizes too
small. I swear I have never seen denim that fitted a woman so
tightly. Surely they would split if she tried to bend over. Her
breasts were full but needed no bra under the tight clinging top.
She had long and graceful thighs. 
     Her ass was splendid. There was no tell-tale ridge of panties.
The woman seemed to be advertising to the world that she was not
wearing any. She was wearing black boots with high heels that were
out of place at the beach but looked great.
     Yet the young woman did not have the appearance of a girl
"asking for it." With two children that would have been impossible
anyway. However the woman seemed to be tantalising the men near the
beach with a display of what they would love to have but were never
going to get. I think that excited her. 
     I watched this beauty as she strutted. It was easy to overtake
them and pause near the rail, secretly observing her from the
front. My camera was fitted with a zoom lens. I held it pretending
to take a shot of the pier. Watching her carefully I turned a
little and brought Nola's beauty into focus as she came towards me.
When she passed I turned around and, at close range with the zoom
lens, took several shots of Nola's buttocks as she walked by. I
followed her keeping the camera low, as if I was not using it, but
my finger never left the shutter release. The automatic winder
wound the film a dozen times. 
     Nola flaunted her ass along the path then stopped. She put
down the shoulder bag she was carrying and began to look for
something inside it. I don't think she had any idea she was being
followed. Her buttocks swelled out and parted as she bent over. I
just about ejaculated in my pants.  
     My tongue was dry. With great enthusiasm I examined her ass in
this most suggestive pose. I leered at her buttocks, the swell, the
softer feminine flesh of the lower rear curves. 
     She led the children off again. By now she was aware I was
going the same way. She looked with a mixture of unease and disdain
at the camera. She may have guessed that I had been photographing
her and she could well imagine what sort of pictures of her I now
possessed. With the children trotting beside her she turned
abruptly down one side street and then hurried down another. I
walked quickly cutting through an alley and emerged behind her
again. I discovered the destination of my quarry then went home to
make some plans. 
     The dark afternoon mist gathered outside my basement window.
I closed the curtains and laid out the photographs in the strong
light of the desk lamp. I knew I was going to enjoy myself with
this one. The perverted lust she inspired in me was overpowering.
I felt no vindictiveness towards her but I would not have saved her
from any sexual ordeal. She was a perfect object for gross tyranny.
     Just suppose she had been abducted by some country where
torment is inflicted in underground prisons. I could picture Nola
bare naked and spread-eagled face down over a horizontal bar, naked
tits swinging free, whips and implements of torture prepared. The
two girls were bare, hanging by their wrists, hugely erect naked
men spanking them and forcing deformed fingers into their bodies.
     If I were given the choice of releasing them or being
permitted to watch, maybe even taking part in their night long
ordeal, I would have chosen to stay and participate without
hesitation. My obsession with Nola and her fair skinned children
was so great that I wanted to witness a brutal night for them in a
torture chamber.  
     Certainly I wanted to see the trim young woman energetic in
sexual passion. But I also wanted to see her screaming, tears
staining her face, streaked by the leather whip or writhing under
the red-hot irons.
     My desires were a matter of extremes.
     But how?....And where?...
     Certainly a backward culture, defending the rites of
interrogation and punishment without interference...
                              * * *
     It was some time later that I learned that Nola had booked a
cruise to South America with a stop in Peru. I had no trouble
booking a first class cabin on the same ship.                            Chapter 2

     The trip had been a year in planning and at last Nola was
going to South America to see the remains of the Inca civilization.
     Nola had grown up spoiled with every luxury a rich socialite
mother could buy a daughter. She had been a scrawny, homely child
and her mother, fearing her daughter may not find a suitable
husband, had regimented the girl's life. She had spent thousands of
dollars to straighten the girls's teeth. And much more for special
schools, medically supervised diet and exercise programs, and
custom designed fashions. As Nola was near-sighted, she had tried
to get her contact lenses but the girl's eyes wouldn't accept them,
so she got her special glasses. Nola had beautiful long blonde
hair, which received the finest care from experts.
     Despite her shapely, poised adulthood, Nola remained single.
She attended an excellent university and had a masters degree in
anthropology. She had been to Europe twice and held a deputy
curator position at the museum, a job that she did not need. Nola
was so spoiled that her romances always ended shortly after they
began. But at nineteen and again at twenty she gave birth to a
daughter, each time refusing to marry the father. Nola was self-
centred and completely devoted to herself, her looks and her
pleasures. And she had no intention of sharing anything with a man.
Men were only playthings, disgusting pigs, and she despised them.
     Preparations complete, she spent the rest of the day
anticipating her trip, and of course, how she could make an
impression on any stupid male she might meet. After dinner, she
indulged in a vice she had picked up in college...hash.
     Nola had done a lot of travelling and fancied herself somewhat
of an expert smuggler. She didn't feel she was a criminal as all
she ever took with her was for her own use and she didn't indulge
very much...it was more a matter of doing something exciting and
naughty and her make-up kit was so complicated, she had been
through all sorts of customs checks and had never been caught.
Besides, men were such dull creatures. She just had to smile
sweetly at them, wiggle her ass a little, and she could get away
with anything. And travelling with two cute girls helped even more.
What mother would jeopardize her children? She took advantage of
any situation. She used everyone, her own children and especially
men.                             Chapter 3

     My initial intention was to enjoy the amenities of the ship,
the luxury and elegance that was provided to those of could afford
to travel first-class. The oak panelled dining room, the white
linen and silver on the tables, the well prepared meals, the
desserts were mine to enjoy. 
     Nola, however, was never far from my evil thoughts as, in the
early light of evening, the liner weighed anchor and slipped down
the channel from the dock towards the open sea. 
     She was standing by the ship's rail. She wore a loose coat
over her shoulders. Then, as she turned her face towards me, I saw
the faint hint of recognition in her eyes. I was a little
apprehensive. What if she pointed me out and complained that I was
a pervert who took pictures of her. I do not think that much would
have come from her complaint but it might have been embarrassing.
But I felt only excitement at the thought that I was going to be in
such proximity to Nola and her children. For many hours of the
voyage she would be in the next cabin to me. I would keep her under
constant surveillance while planning her downfall.
     The suspicion vanished from her eyes. She shook her head and
turned again to stare at the darkening ocean. I smiled as I thought
of her in captivity abroad. Her money and influence would not help
her. Oh, the stuff of dreams and fantasy. Perhaps she would be sold
into sexual bondage in some forgotten port. A terrible thought.
Yes, but if you had seen Nola walking with a wiggle of lithe hips
or staring with eyes oozing hatred you would know how easily she
could inspire such cruel dreams.
     She was not at dinner that evening. In fact, during the first
few days she seldom appeared outside her cabin. Nor did the
children. Nola and the kids might as well not have existed for all
that the other passengers saw of her. And that fit well with my
plans. They would not be missed. 
     I thought of nothing but Nola until the humid morning of our
arrival off the coast of Peru. I indulged myself in vivid, horrible
fantasies about the woman and children I rarely saw during the
voyage. I jerked off to foul thoughts every day. I knew that I was
on the verge of a secret reality.
     We reached the port in the early morning. The ship docked in
the inner harbour. Our stay here was to be short and we were to
sail again the next morning. As usual several customs officials
came on board, their tan uniforms drenched in sweat. They were
polite to me as I handed them a sealed envelope.                            Chapter 4
     
     In the morning, she awoke hours before the ship was to dock.
She showered and selected bright red panties and bra. She tried on
her sexiest clothes and checked herself out in the mirror. She
finally settled on her attire for the morning after about a dozen
changes. It would be a white tailored skirt, cut just above the
knee and slit on both sides about six inches. Even though she
thought it might be inconvenient she elected to wear heels and a
low-cut top with bare shoulders but no panty hose. Her bra and
panties were just barely visible through the white material of her
skirt and blouse. She brushed her long hair out and let it hang
down her back.
     The children, Tashia 11 and Jenny 10, dressed in snug white
shorts and halter tops. Both girls wore their hair long and tied it
in a pony tail. They were little images of their mother. Both were
tall for their age and were blessed with bright blue eyes and trim
bodies and long blonde hair.                              Chapter 5

     Having ensured that my luggage was unloaded, I went back to
the ship and found the door to Nola's cabin open. Nola and the
children faced two obese customs agents. Nola was standing with her
back to the porthole, watching the two men blankly.
     "You are detained for being in possession of contraband," the
fat officer stated in broken English. "You will admit this crime?"
     She shook her head. The one who had asked the questions nodded
to his assistant. The younger man squeezed past him, seized Nola's
arm and twisted it up behind her back. This forced her to bend over
facing her accuser. The skirt rode up at the back exposing her
thighs.    
     Jenny rushed at the agent and beat her small fists against his
back. Tashia seemed paralysed, her eyes filled with tears, her
mouth quivering as she cried. Nola did not know what to do. Her
feminine beauty and her prestigious position in the academic world
was lost on the crude customs inspectors. This had never happened
before. Everyone treated her with courtesy. This couldn't be
happening. These terrible men had no right to question her. 
     The man turned to the child and pushed her hard against the
bulkhead. 
     "Is this your first time at Port Magellan."
     "Ye...yes...yes!" she answered, panic gripping her throat.
     I stood there, intrigued by the sight before me. Neither
officer seemed to notice my presence. 
     "I do not believe you." he grunted at the woman. Your passport
is false. You know that?"
     "No-o-o-o! That's impossible. Just check with the Embassy.
They will verify my identity. And this outrage will be reported to
your superiors. You will be fired!" Some of her confidence returned
as she attacked them verbally.  
     "Do you have prohibited goods concealed? Hashish?"
     "No! You'll pay dearly for harassing me. When the Embassy..."
     He cut her off sharply, "We shall see."
     She knew that the disgusting pig was taunting her and enjoying
her helplessness. Tears of rage and humiliation flooded her eyes.
She kicked at him wildly. The man smiled crudely. That was just
what he wanted. By making her resist he could arrest her and take
her to the jail for searching and interrogation. 
     "We may have been able to make a deal with you. A few hours on
a bed in the jail cell and then we let you go. But you attached a
government officer. For that you go to prison. And the children,
too. You will come with us."
     I stood quite still witnessing this exciting drama. The
officer turned and saw me.
     "You," he said, in the tone of a man who exercises power over
men. "You are a witness to her attack on the authority of the
state. You will also come with us."
     I felt a growing excitement to see what would be done to Nola
and her children. 
     "You will sign a written statement and be free to go. For the
prisoners it is different. They will be locked up until the
investigation and report are completed."                            Chapter 6

     Their luggage was off-loaded and taken away. Nola intercepted
a black deck hand and tried to get him to take a message to the
Embassy. He did not appear to speak very good English but with
vague gestures she was assured that the message would be delivered.
She sighed in relief. This mess would be sorted out very quickly
and those insolent men would be adequately punished.
                              * * *
     The crewman boarded the vessel and went about his work. He
never understood anything that bitchy white woman said. She sure
had nice tits and a cute ass though. He thought about the piece of
paper she had given him. He wondered if the police chief would give
him anything for it. It was worth a try.
                              * * *
     We went down the gangway and across to the waterfront fence.
We were ushered through customs by grinning guards. Beyond the tall
dock gates there were bars with signs advertising alcohol and nude
dancers. There were carts selling silver jewellery and beer. Others
were selling lottery tickets. A seagull hovered in the hot sky with
the patience of a vulture. The street, lined with palm trees and
unpainted cafes, was filthy with garbage and broken asphalt. 
     We turned off the street and passed a deserted gas station.
Near the end of this decayed avenue was a house surrounded by an
eight foot fence topped with barbed wire. Over the gate was the
ominous crest identifying the structure as a prison. Nola was at
the mercy of the republic's local police. The two officers led the
prisoners up the stone stairs. The sour smell of stale urine
assaulted my nostrils. All the doors were securely bolted. We
entered a bare foyer with a vaulted ceiling and barred windows. The
office of the Commandant was directly in front of us. A cell opened
off it, a stifling hot room with a prison bed, a chair and a barred
window overlooking the prison yard. 
     I waited with the officer while his assistant marched the
children into that sweatbox with its steel door.
     "Lie down," the gross guard ordered sharply, "On the mattress.
Give me your hands."
     There was the click of steel cuffs around the children's slim
wrists then a second metallic click as the cuffs were locked around
the steel frame of the bunk.
     "You'll stay here until we are ready to question you." he
smirked lewdly. The girls were so stunned and terrified that they
could do no more than gasp and squirm. Tears flowed freely. 
     The guard left the cell and double locked the door.                             Chapter 7

     Nola was taken to another room opposite the cell where she was
met by the local version of the law, a sweating obese man in a
wrinkled grey uniform. She still carried her purse and make-up
case.
     "I demand to speak to the officer in charge," she hissed.
     "I am the officer in charge," he replied in broken English. 
     "I demand that you release us immediately. I am the
representative of the Smith museum. Your government has given me
permission to inspect the Inca burial ground. I have diplomatic
immunity. Release us this instance or you'll be very sorry. I'll
phone the Ambassador immediately and he'll speak to your
superiors!"
     "You may make arrangements to leave as soon as we check your
passports and you are inspected by customs. If you have done
nothing against our laws there is nothing to fear."
     He pulled a cord and a bell rang. Two men entered. Nola handed
the man her passport. It was warm and she was very nervous. She
sweated profusely as the man at the desk said, "You will be
searched thoroughly. Do as these men direct. They're not obligated
to give anyone special treatment." 
     One man took her purse and make-up case and dumped them on the
desk, the other stood in front of her and began the search at the
top of Nola's head. She cringed as the man's big dirty hands probed
through her hair, parting it, palpating her scalp, rumpling and
dishevelling the long blonde tresses, checking her ears, removing
and inspecting her glasses, then putting them on the table with her
purse. Next, the man's strong hands forced her mouth open and she
gagged as his slimy, dirty fingers felt around inside her mouth,
under her tongue, and in the hollows of her cheeks.
     Nola was now perspiring heavily. The underarms of her light
jacket were soaked. She was ordered to take it off. The man
unfastened the lining of the jacket with a knife and shredded the
garment, then tossed it on the floor. Nola's red underwear was
clearly visible through her perspiration soaked white skirt and top
and she shivered fearfully and she felt the man unzip the blouse. 
     "Stop, you can't do this. This is obscene. I demand that any
search be done by a female officer."
     "Shut up, or you'll never leave this place!"
     Nola was stunned.
     The man behind the desk leered at her as the man removed her
blouse completely and said, "It is just a formality. Why do you
sweat so much? Do you have something to hide?"
     "N-no. This is n-not UH..." Nola stammered as she put her
hands in front of her breasts. The second man came to aid the other
one, anxious to get in on the action. He grabbed her wrists and
held them together at the small of the woman's back. The one in
front of her fondled her bra and noticed a little padding. He
removed the bra, then slit the material and pulled out the little
foam pads and threw them on the floor. Then he removed Nola's cloth
belt, unzipped the skirt and let it drop.
     Nola cringed in terror. Nothing like this had ever happened to
her before. It has always been so easy getting checked by customs.
     The man holding her wrists moved her so the other could pick
up the skirt and check it over. "You sure have sexy underwear," the
man behind the desk smirked. The man behind the girl released her
hands and motioned for her to remove her panties. 
     Nola was shocked and was ready to attack the foul creature
behind the desk, but, sensing she had no choice, instead stripped
off her remaining clothing and removed her shoes then stood rigidly
with her arms covering her pubic mound, bare naked, wet with
perspiration. Her face was scarlet with humiliation and fright.
     "I-I-I have nothing to hide," she said in a weak voice. 
     "We are here to determine that, woman," the man shouted as the
guards led her to an ominous looking table and bent her forward
over it. One of the men put on rubber gloves and brutally probed
her rectum with his fingers. Then, she was placed on her back on
the table and her feet were placed in stirrups. Nola's humiliation
was complete. She was menstruating and a tampon string dangled from
her open pussy. A gloved hand jerked the soaked tampon out and laid
it on her belly. The man then probed and poked for a few minutes.
She was let up and led back to the desk. There was a red streak on
the pale skin of her belly where the tampon rested. It had fallen
on the floor when she stood up.
     Nola was given back her blouse, skirt and shoes. She dressed
quickly, ready to leave this horrid disgusting place. She was
replacing her glasses when she gasped in horror. The man at the
desk discovered her stash in the handle of her make-up case. He
dumped the hash on to the desk with sadistic pleasure, smiled, and
said, "This is illegal! You will be punished. Justice is quick
here."
     While the man wrote some notes on three papers on his desk,
Nola pleaded with him, but to no avail. When he finished writing he
said, "take her to the prison square and flog her. Fifty lashes.
Then turn her over to the warden. Her sentence is one month.
Question her children and find out what crimes they have committed.
When you have their confessions bring them to me so that I can pass
sentence. Take her away!"                            Chapter 8

     The men pulled her out through the front entrance then into
the dusty prison yard. It was now close to noon. The sun was
directly overhead. She sweated heavily as the men led her by her
upper arms around the building to another open area. When she saw
the place where her punishment was to be carried out, she shrieked
and tried to pull away from the men. They held her tight. 
     The square was dominated by an elevated platform with a
overhead crossbar, very much like a primitive gallows. There was a
small fireplace on one side of the frame. It emitted a cherry red
glow. The men forced her to the platform and turned her to face the
open area. Nola looked down in horror at the group of evil men and
boys, all waiting to see this pale blonde woman punished. 
     The man on her right, the one who had brutally checked out her
orifices spoke for the first time. "I get to do you," he said,
smiling wickedly at Nola's surprise that he spoke English. "You
will find this an experience you'll never forget. Now, let's see
you spread your legs, criminal."
     "Please, no! I beg you. I didn't hurt anybody," Nola pleaded.
     "Obey!" the guard screamed. Nola looked at the expectant crowd
and spread her feet as far as her skirt would let her, only to hear
the guard smirk, "Wider!" The man reached down and grabbed both
ends of the straining slit in her skirt and ripped it to the
waistband. The other man did the same on her left side and Nola
forced her legs further apart until she was straining to keep her
balance in her high heels. The men then fastened leather ankle
cuffs on her and stretched the girl's legs further apart and
fastened them in place with ropes to steel eyebolts on the platform
deck.
     Nola was now off balance and tried to keep from falling. The
men stood and spread her arms above her head and roped her wrists
to the overhead beam. This hurt her shoulders horribly but the
support held her from falling. The man picked up a pair of scissors
and cut off all her clothing and removed her shoes and glasses,
leaving her hanging, straining, glistening with sweat in the
blazing sun.
     Nola looked into the guard's cruel eyes as he stood in front
of her snipping the scissors in the air in front of her face. "You
know what happens next," he said, grinning into Nola's terrified
eyes. She shook her head slowly from side to side and gave the man
a pathetic pleading stare. 
     "Criminals in our country all get convict haircuts," the man
continued as he stroked the petrified woman's long blonde hair.
"I'm going to enjoy this just as much with your cute kids."
     With that sadistic comment, he took a handful of Nola's
gleaming hair and cut it off. He continued cutting, tossing the
long tresses off the platform. Nola wailed in abject despair. 
While he mangled her hair, the crowd scrambled for samples. Soon,
he left his humiliated victim with only ugly stubble. Nola had
stopped crying and whimpered nearly unheard. The other guard dumped
a bucket of salt water over her and grinned in anticipation as the
prison's executioner mounted the platform, carrying a wicked
looking strap and some long thin iron rods. 
     The guards left the platform and the horribly fat torturer
stood in front of the spread-eagled white women, surveying her
naked flesh. Nola was so frightened that she couldn't scream. After
a long inspection of his suspended victim, he placed the irons in
the red hot coals of the fire box and took a position behind the
woman.
     Thirty seconds passed then the first lash landed with
atrocious ferocity across her bare ass, thrusting her body forward
and tearing an ear-splitting scream from her. The second lash tore
into her back and shoulders. He waited about a minute, savouring
her writhing flesh then laid the third lash just below the first
one on her buttocks. The whip raised ugly purple welts and a
trickle of blood seeped from an abrasion on her ass. He worked on
his shrieking victim methodically, alternating between her back and
her surging ass. Ten strokes, still forty to go. He attacked her
upper thighs with four searing cuts. 
     Nola had stopped shrieking and now hung, staring
expressionlessly into the crowd. The brute stepped in front of her
and tore her belly with four strokes. She started screaming again.
His yellowed, broken, rotting teeth were exposed as a terrible grin
spread over his face. He aimed the lash at her trembling breasts.
Again and again the leather cut into her tits drawing incoherent
shrieks of pain from her distended mouth. Ten times the brutal
leather cracked into her defenceless tits tearing at her nipples.
     Twenty-eight. He had to be careful. He couldn't let her find
relief in unconsciousness. She was going to take every one of the
fifty strokes. The insides of her thighs attracted his attention
and four nerve shattering blows crashed into her. Nola uttered a
frenzied shriek, her body rigid. Her toes curled and her hands
clenched until the fingernails bit into her palms drawing blood.
Thirty-two. Lots of time left.       
                              * * *
     I was just part of the crowd. Anonymous. There were smiles all
around me as the voyeurs relished the torture that Nola was being
subjected to. This white woman's ass and tits were going to be torn
and bloody when this was over. And there were other pleasures to
watch after the whipping. They were going to use hot irons on her. 
There was no escape for her and when she was back in the prison
everyone knew that the woman would be fucked in every orifice. The
gang-bang would last most of the night. Some were aware that there
were two little girls with her when she was arrested. They wondered
when the children would be on the platform to be ravaged with cane
and glowing iron. Some men were already stroking their erect cocks.

     He went behind the woman again. The eighteen remaining lashes
would be on her ass. Nola twisted her face toward the spectators.
Her blue eyes were wide and wet with tears. Her mouth hung open and
spit ran down her chin. Her gaze met the obscene smiles and eager
faces of half naked boys masturbating vigorously. The torturer
raised the strap high over his head. The sunlight caught the black
leather as it curved downward. Then the whip landed with a hiss
across the sensitive under curves of Nola's ass. The anguish was
evident in her tortured facial expression. She screamed her
inability to endure this torment, but she screamed in vain. She
writhed her hips and shook her tits, far beyond what she should be
expected to bear. The erotic writhing of her whipped ass sent
shivers of delight through those watching her torture. She would
have done anything to interrupt the flogging but nothing was
offered. She would have confessed to anything just for a moment's
rest. She would have condemned her daughters to the same treatment
by accusing them of any criminal act her captors mentioned. 
     The whip snaked down again and branded her ass. The whip
cracked a second time and the tip of the lash caught her between
her buttocks searching for her virgin anus. Her expression of hurt
at this intrusion made the torturer smile in anticipation. Having
found a place where she was still so responsive, he aimed a similar
stroke. The whip's biting tip found its target, then again, and yet
again. Thirteen to go. 
     With horrible pleasure he lashed her ass three more times in
the same place then he performed a much more terrible indignity on
the stripped, screeching woman. He let the end of the whip fall to
the deck between her spread legs. He snapped his wrist. The leather
snaked upward and attacked the sensitive lips of her gaping pussy.
Whatever anyone may have thought, it was impossible to anticipate
the reaction to this disgusting act. Her vocal cords were paralysed
by the intensity of the anguish. Then a wild outburst. "You have
killed me!"
     Her body shook uncontrolled. The hideous pain had barely
subsided when the lash struck again. Nola's body twisted and turned
as the leather found her most sensitive flesh again and again until
ten horrid blows had been delivered between her spread legs.                             Chapter 9

     I went to the prison three weeks after Nola was arrested and
was given access to her on the condition that I would provide
information against her that would ensure that she would never be
in a position to tell tales of anything that was done to her. The
one month detention was nearly over and they didn't want to let her
go. They hadn't even worked on the children. They were too busy
getting confessions from suspects arrested after an attempted coup.
     I was in an unusual situation of being able to de exactly as
I wished with the woman and getting her brats into hell with her.
                              * * *
     I made my way to the cell in which she slept. The guards
opened the door quietly. The guards who supervised her that night
had put her on her belly without a sheet over her. Her wrists were
attached to the frame at either side of the prison bed. The light
from the doorway showed me that she was asleep, Her head, covered
only by the stubble that remained of her hair, lay on a pillow. I
could see that her eyes were closed and her lips were parted a
little. I moved forward very quietly to the bed.
     The guard who had attached her face-down for the night had
wedged two leather covered pillows under her loins. These
emphasised the spread of her young thighs and gave a broad curve to
the firm cheeks of Nola's ass. Not only did this make her available
for whatever acts the guards might inflict on her, it also made
Nola appear to be offering herself in an obscene manner. 
     That she should be made to present herself to men whom she
held in contempt added a keen spice of Nola's humiliation to my
enjoyment.
     I sat silently on the edge of the bed without waking her. I
paused for a moment and then lowered my head over her. I examined
that area of Nola's anatomy which interested me the most. I studied
her flesh from her waist to the backs of her knees. As I studied
her buttocks, I was close enough to smell her damp sweat.
     Since the first day I was Nola's hips and buttocks my thoughts
of her had been tinged by sadistic desires. A bitch like her easily
excited the vile instincts of men like me.
     Her legs were relaxed and parted a little. I was able to make
a close survey of Nola's lightly-haired sex between the rear of her
thighs and my tongue ran expectantly on my lips.
     I looked at the blue-veined hollows behind her knees and the
pale smoothness of the backs of her calves. There was a slight
humid sweat on the soft inner surfaces of her thighs and on the
flesh separating her buttocks.
     The effects of the whipping and the hot needle that ravaged
her ass two weeks ago had faded. But there was still a hint of the
savage whip. My cock responded to the erotic naked flesh. Having
Nola's ass bare for my inspection encouraged by my thoughts of
torture and rape gave me a furious hard-on.
     The cheeks of her ass were relaxed in sleep. I looked closely
where her cheeks curved together, at the sexually suggestive
cleavage of her crack. My eyes followed the dark forbidden valley
hidden in shadows even in the light from the door.
     To wake her, I slipped the fingers of one hand between the
rear of her legs and fondled Nola's intimate feminine flesh. At the
same time, my other fingers were between her rear cheeks, probing
and finding her anus. This rude fingering brought her to life. She
stirred a little and then woke up with a sudden tightening of her
body.
     "Lie still and be quiet, Nola. I'm here to help you. But you
have to be co-operate if you want to get out of this hellhole. I
have a plan."
     Nola turned her head toward me. Her eyes gave me a look of
defiance and hatred, tempered by unease. She recognized me.
     I smiled at her, trying to gain her confidence.
     "Trust me," I said smoothly, "and you'll be out of here
today."
     I saw hesitation in her eyes. I also saw hope.
     "How?" she said. Her eyes flashed excitement.
     "Just tell me where the rest of the stuff is. I'll get rid of
it. I'm a lawyer. I'll appeal the one month detention. With time
off for good behaviour you'll be out of prison today."
     "What about Tashia and Jenny, are they okay?"
     "The girls too, there's no evidence against them, at least not
yet! The guards are too busy with other prisoners right now. They
haven't even been questioned yet. By the way, what do you know
about plans for a coup to overthrow President Gonzales?"
     "Can I really trust you?"
     "Sure," I smiled, "but you don't have much choice, do you?"
     "I guess not." Nola looked around, making sure they were
really alone. "Only what I heard from a friend before I left.
They've been planning it for months. I sure hope they're
successful. This stinking government should be overthrown and the
perverts running it sentenced to lengthy prison terms. Especially
that horrid judge."
     "What about the drugs? You must have more hidden somewhere?
What they found was only a few days supply."
     "You promise to get me out of here?" she asked. Her private
thoughts were more perverse. This bastard will roast once I get
home and get a few of dad's old friends to take care of him.
     "I'll get you out, but it'll cost you something."
     "What?" she said. "Anything."
     "The drugs?"
     "There's some in the heels of the girl's shoes."
     There was a pause. Nola watched disdainfully while I stood up
and unzipped my pants. Smiling, I held before her face my hard
erection rising from its nest of grey hair, showing it to the woman
with vindictive amusement. I held my penis right in front of her
face, making Nola inhale the smelly, masculine odour of it.
     "Have a good look at it, Nola! I've wanted to show it to you
for a long time. When I followed you from the beach. When I took
pictures of you and your kids. And you're going to feel it too.
You'll have a hard time with it...."
     "You," she spat. "I know you. You're the filthy pervert that
used to follow me. I thought I recognized you on the boat."
     "Careful, Nola, if you want out of this prison."
     She stopped. But her venomous attack continued in her private
thoughts. Filthy obscene bastard. When she was home, he would
suffer, oh, how he would suffer. She had the money and resources to
make sure he learned some very hard lesson. She would destroy him.
     Grinning at the anger in her eyes, I showed her the swollen
head. Nola gasped through clenched teeth and pulled vainly at the
straps holding her wrists to the prison bed-frame.
     "Have another good look at it, Nola. Close up. You'll suck on
it later. You think you'll refuse? If you want out of here today
you'll beg for a taste of it. Do you want the guards feeding cock
to you for the rest of your sentence. And to your precious little
girls? That's what they'll do, you know."
     Still smiling at the fury in her eyes, I teased her a little
longer with my erection. Then I sat down on the bed.
     "Lie still, Nola. Your ass is the only thing about you that
interests met. And that little treasure hidden between your cute
cheeks. Your asshole, Nola. I think you understand now, don't you?
Those times I followed you, when you looked up and saw me standing
behind you. Or when I was behind you with a camera. It was your
fine young ass, Nola. No need to pretend any longer. It's your ass
that interested me most."
     I brushed the rear of her legs and fingered the flesh between
her legs. Nola was tense, her head face down trying to hide her
face, her breath exhaled through clenched teeth. I slipped my
fingers along her sweaty crack. I parted the cheeks and ran my
finger over the tiny entrance.
     "Let me have a good look at your asshole, Nola. Don't clench
your buttocks if you know what's good for you. You're really tight
there. Never had anything up there, Nola? I'll have to fix that."
     She turned to stare at my vulgar outburst, gasping and
struggling to avoid my attentions.
     "Lie still and relax your cheeks. That's better."
     She jammed her knees into the hard mattress as my finger
prodded her asshole. There was nothing else she could do except
scream for the guards and she knew the consequences of that.
     She cursed me in quiet whispers.
     "Cool it Nola, or I'll call the guards. Do you want me to? Do
you want Tashia and Jenny up on that platform? Do you, Nola?"
     The shock of my question overcame her resistance to my
searching fingers. I tickled her asshole with my finger-tip as I
whispered to her.
     "They'll be whipped really sadistically, Nola," I said softly.
"And they'll use a cane. Do you really thing they can take a real
prison caning? The Arab guards will make them scream and they'll
enjoy doing it."
     I let my fingers feel the folds of her sex, her anus, the
backs of her knees and back to her anus. 
     For a moment, I paused and studied my target. Nola was tensing
and shifting her pale ass cheeks again and that made her look
suggestively sexy. I watched her asshole twitch.
     "I've got plenty of time to have fun before I get you out of
here." I fingered her asshole again. She gasped and tried to squirm
away but I held her firmly around the waist. The prolonged and
repeated fingering of her asshole told her what was going to
happen.
     "Do you want the guards doing this to the girl's?" I
threatened.
     Circumstances had changed since Nola could flick back her long
hair and stare contemptuously as the men who admired her.
Humiliation was a necessary part of my plan. 
     I displayed my penis again for her, holding it under her eyes,
directing Nola to look at it, telling her to imagine how it would
feel when it stretched her ass.
     Nola gasped, the contemptuous eyes glaring at me in fury and
her face glowing with anger. But though she tensed her buttocks,
tightened her mouth in defiance and pulled vainly at the straps
holding her wrists, she could not prevent what was being done to
her.
     I slipped two fingers into her ass.
     Nola's short uneven release of breath and the shifting of the
mattress under the pressure of her knees betrayed her useless and
writhing resistance. 
     I intended to impose submission and humiliation on the woman.
She gasped and cursed me, but I just smiled at her.
     "Ask for it, Nola. Ask me to fuck your ass."
     "No," she said. "That I won't do, for any reason."
     "Well, Nola, I guess you can kiss freedom goodbye, then." I
said and got up and started for the door.
     "Wait, please wait," she begged.
     I turned and smiled at the hysterical woman fettered to the
bed. "What?" I said.
     "Do it, please do it," she said, crying.
     "Do what, Nola, tell me?"
     "F...fu...fuc...fuck....my...my...ass, please?"
     "What else?"
     "I don...don't know, please don't do this to me. Tell me?"
     "And I'll lick your smelly shitty cock clean."
     The shock of this brutal command silenced her. She lowered her
head, hiding her face from me, and made no attempt to argue.
     "Last chance."
     "I...I'll li...lick your sme....smelly, shi..tty coc..k
clean."
     I made her wait, pretending to think about her request. Her
limbs wrestled in vain against the bonds that held her. As she
writhed, the swelling cheeks of her ass touched and parted. 
     Then I knelt astride. I steadied her ass with my hands. While
I adjusted the angle of my cock to her anus, she still panted and
squirmed, the mattress moving under her knees. 
     Nola's wrists were still firmly strapped to the metal frame
but now she began to writhe her bare legs and twist her hips in
final resistance. The bed creaked. My hand smacked hard on the bare
flesh in front of me.
     My hot cock touched the cool smoothness of her ass. Then the
stiffness probed between the cheeks into the humid warmth. There
were gasps and short, angry wails from Nola as she felt the raw
meat enter. As she twisted her head, trying to look around
desperately, I made a final effort. Nola gave a short gasp deep in
her throat, a vain rejection of what was being done to her. I felt
the thrilling tightness of her asshole pass over the head of my
thrusting cock. I pressed full length and there was a quiet cry of
alarm as she felt the size and depth of the intrusion.
     Her resistance stopped. Though Nola loathed what was being
done and hated the man who was doing it, her feminine instinct
warned her of the havoc she might cause to her body by struggling
too hard while impaled. 
     I looked down at the swelling cheeks. Almost the entire length
of my meat had vanished and Nola's asshole was desperately
stretched around the shaft. 
     I put my arm around her neck and drew her head back until the
pain of resistance made Nola grunt. I held her head back so that I
lay with my head touching hers.
     "Ready for the fun to begin, Nola?" I asked. I bit her ear,
murmuring to her, "You're really tight, I'm going to make it hard
for you.
     I sodomised the woman for twenty minutes. I paused from time
to time because I wanted to prolong my pleasure. Nola didn't lie
quietly. Her buttocks tensed and her hips shifted as she panted.
     Through clenched teeth, she spit out her revulsion and
contempt for me as I pumped her ass in a rictus of struggling and
frenzy. I stopped smiling and let my face stare with vindictive
sadism as I rode Nola hard to climax. 
     I let go of her neck and watched her ass to excite myself to
the maximum. Nola's asshole was stretched hard around the plunging
cock. My balls exploded sending me into delirious ecstasy.
     There was a sound of revulsion from Nola when I withdrew and
dripped semen onto her ass.                           Chapter 10

     Surely against the tenets of his religion, Mohammed was
watching this spectacle with a cigar in his hand. Ali was seated on
a stool behind the suspended naked whipped woman making
preparations for the second part of Nola's sentence. He held, in
his right hand, a long needle with a wooden handle and placed it in
the glowing brazier.
     Ali held the needle in the flame until it was glowing. Fixing
his chosen spot with the fingers of his left hand, he touched the
flesh of the flagellated ass with the needle's tip. He held it
there a second, then withdrew it.
     Nola's screech of pure agony and terror tore from her throat. 
     A dark spot appeared on her ass, no bigger than a pin's head,
from the needle's unholy burn. Ali began to cover the underside of
the contorting buttocks with more jabbing probes.
     Nola's limbs contracted, she jerked at her bonds. Ali dotted
the whole under-side of her crimson ass with tiny blisters and
worked now in between the welted cheeks.
     Her body convulsed. Her head went back, her eyes went wide, no
breath came from her mouth as the hot probing needle searched the
crack of her ass. Finally Nola exhaled a long and hopeless groan. 
                              * * *
     Mohammed strode forward. It was his turn at the heathen white
prisoner. He lifted the front of his robe. There was a pause, then
another wail of despair from Nola as the man shoved, gritting his
teeth. She rose on her toes, moaning and crying, "Nooooh...not
there....please not there...oh..un..ooooh!"
     Mohammed commenced a steady pitiless pistoning.
     Nola, wailing, gasping bucked her hips frantically trying to
push off her impalement. The crowd watched the spasm with
amazement. 
     It was much worse than she'd expected, more disgusting and
frightening and it got much worse when he began heartlessly to
piston in and out of her ravaged ass. She began to groan and sweat.
     "Please...ow...oh...please, stop!"
     "You bitch, sit back on me," Mohammed grunted, "or I'll have
Ali twist your nipples with red-hot pincers."
     The penetration of the largest cock she had ever felt forced
her to try to sever herself from the rod. For her body told her not
only of its immense thickness but that there were several more
inches to come.
     "No....nugh....no!"
     More of the prick ploughed into her as the man impaled her. He
reached around her and twisted her nipples until she screamed.
     "Nnngggh...ough...pfffff!"
     Still fighting to get free, she grunted, snorted and sweated
in humiliation and raw pain. She felt the jam of his hard balls
against her body. Then the brute scalded his load into her,
ejaculating in jets of filthy slime. 
     She never felt him slide out of her. She had fainted.                           Chapter 11

(To be continued) Nola still has to take care of her oral chores
with Curt and the children still have to be "questioned". And of
course Nola gets a life sentence for her involvement in the coup.
And the girls??? How long for the dope in their shoes. I could use
some help if anyone is interested. This chapter probably should
preceed the existing chapter 10.First published: October 24, 1993 as Pamela1.zip
Edited and Updated: March 30, 1994 as Nola28.zip "The Cruise"

                   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 French Connection BBS (914-278-
6266) or Leather Rose BBS (312-665-0111). I visit both regularly.

                         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 bare asses
caned by lecherous old men? I'm not talking about spanking. 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?  Comments please.

Curt Strap
March, 1994         Listing of the NOLA series as of 31 March 94. 

     Please note that the text files may not be politically correct
and many may be offensive to some readers. The numbering sequence
is the order that I wrote them. Each one stands alone except that
Nola, Tashia, Jenny, or Jeremy are the main characters in the NOLA
series. If you are interested in any of them that are not posted
please leave a note on Leather Rose or TFC BBS. Some of the stories
are not complete and others are edited daily. I reserve the right
to change the title and numbering sequence for my files. 

If you have any suggested titles and 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" (Nola's family's introduction)
Nola4.txt      "The Reverend" 
Nola5.txt      "The Island"
Nola6.txt      "Nola's Children"
Nola7.txt      "The Rape Photographer"
Nola8.txt      "The Porn Producers"
Nola9.txt      "The Nurse" (torture by Viet Cong,incomplete,ideas?)
Nola10.txt     "The Children At Play" AKA Children.zip 
Nola11.txt     "The Game" AKA Sarah.zip
Nola12.txt     "The Doctor" (not available, too disgusting)
Nola13.txt     "The Farm" (not available, too disgusting)
Nola14.txt     "The Model"
Nola15.txt     "Nola and Jeremy"
Nola16.txt     "Blackmailing Nola"
Nola17.txt     "The Spy"
Nola18.txt     "The Tudor" AKA Simone.zip
Nola19.txt     "The Inquisition" AKA Inquis.zip (Nola in 1492)
Nola20.txt     "The Cottage" (incomplete)
Nola21.txt     "The Convent"
Nola22.txt     "The Cop" (incomplete)
Nola23.txt     "The Reporter"
Nola24.txt     "The Musician"
Nola25A.txt    "Nola and Tashia" (Nola humiliated by daughter) or
Nola25B.txt    "Nola and Jeremy" (Nola humiliated by son)(same sty) 
Nola26.txt     "The Prison Matron" (not available, too disgusting)
Nola27.txt     "The Complex"
Nola28.txt     "The Cruise" (includes Pamela1.zip to chap 7)
Nola29.txt     "The Scout Troop"
Nola30.txt     "Tashia"
Nola31.txt     "The Exibitionist"
Nola32.txt     "The Asylum"

Curt Strap - March 31, 1994
