



          I'm sure that you're sick and tired of all these smug little
notices authors of S&M and terror/horror/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 TERROR/HORROR/SEX
             IF YOU DON"T LIKE THIS SHIT, THEN DON'T READ IT!

                              END OF WARNING                                Nola49a.txt

                          "The Judge (Continued)"
                               By Curt Strap

                                 Chapter 7

          Whimpering, Nola turned her tear-blurred, swollen, green eyes
over her shoulder, and saw the old man lift a thin, supple cane
with a metal tip. He tested the whip with an shocking slice through
the stale air that made her flesh crawl and drew a muffled wail of
agony from her bruised lips.
          Slowly, the torturer raised his arm, aiming the rod at the
flinching ass of the ripe, nude woman, then, with a whistling snap,
the rod cut across the curves of both buttocks. Nola's sexy, buxom
body jerked and trembled on the bench of redemption.
          The skeletal eighty-year-old laid on the flail with deadly
slowness, letting the tortured red-head suffer not only the
barbarous torment of each slice which punctured the innermost
threshold of her feminine nervous system, but also forced her to
wait each for each sadistic stroke. Eyes soaked in tears, face
twisted back over her shoulder, panting, sobbing, imploring mercy
in an almost unintelligible sounds, the woman watched the rod rise
slowly in the air, then crack down with impossible force to make
her lunge and twist and writhe on the bench and screech her hurt to
the eager ears of grotesque, depraved, aged man.
                                   * * *
          He worked on her for an hour with the cane.                                 Chapter 8

          Lim and Duc tied Nola face up on the flogging bench with the
sharp edge of the triangle against her lacerated buttocks. She was
presented with her belly obscenely raised, her sex provocatively
accessible and gaping, her body jerking erratically as the
scorching pangs from her brutal lashing tore through her body. Her
face was haggard, soaked with agony-sweat and tears.
          They left the three boys with her and left the crypt.
          "Ple...ase...please...boys...a drink, please...."
          "See, Grandfather said she would need a drink. Let's do it..."
          The older boy forced a linen cloth over her mouth. At each end
of the cloth was a cord that he knotted at the back of her neck.      
          "I get to do it first!" the ten-year-old stated. "Dad said."
          The oldest boy crouched beside the bench and pinched shut her
nostrils. A wail of terror rose from her as she saw the other boy
press a funnel against the cloth, forcing her lips apart as she was
compelled to breathe through her mouth.
          The boy lifted a pail and tilted it down to the funnel;
yellow, slimy water flowed into the funnel and down through the
cloth. She gagged and choked; tried to twist her face away; but the
boy followed her mouth. Nola gurgled down the fluid, eyes bulging
and glassy. She couldn't imagine a more foul tasting, stinking,
putrid liquid.
          "Grandfather's piss!" the boy giggled.
          Jerking convulsions raced along Nola's thighs. The frantic
heaving of her lush firm breasts electrified the boys. She was
faint with the terror of suffocating, of drowning. Her body shook
and the scalding agony in her naked ass was intensified by the
strenuous position of her body that was hoisted up by the hard
triangle under her. And now this nauseating, foul outrage.
          The boy paused at a sign from his brother, then they conferred
in whispers. The youngest boy, still giggling, positioned himself
astride Nola with his penis pointed at the funnel.
          "Do it," his brother urged. Remember what she did to Mother."
          The boy's face was a mask of pitiless fervour and fanaticism.
He urinated into the funnel. Once again the gurgling, hideous,
gagging-choking sounds echoed off the wall as the fiery stream of
urine discharged into her mouth. Nola involuntarily swallowed the
foul-smelling slime and lay shaking violently, gagging, retching.
          Nola's eyes clouded, her mind couldn't control her shocked
nerves. She was nauseated by the bloating urine, torn by the
diabolic fiery hot pangs of her caning, and shamed by her nakedness
before these boys.
          She thought the horrid ordeal was over until one of the other
boys stood over her and repeated his brother's performance. Then
the last boy voided himself into the funnel and over her piss-
soaked face.                                 Chapter 9

          The brothers exchanged fiendish glances, lifted Nola to her
feet and forced her, whimpering and pleading, to the rack. They
stretched her out on the narrow plank. The rack was equipped with
an auxiliary wooden roller studded with quarter inch spikes. The
roller could be rotated by a hand winch to work it under the
buttocks so that the iron spikes would penetrate soft flesh.
          They corded her wrists and ankles. The ropes attached to her
wrists wound around a heavy wooden roller controlled by a windlass.
          The roller was fitted under the thighs of the victim close to
her buttocks. The men stationed themselves, one at each end of the
rack, and gave the windlass a half-turn. Nola's voluptuous naked
body stiffened, her head rose, her mouth gaped, her swollen, welted
buttocks pressed hard against the rough wood. Her fingers splayed
out, clawing and writhing as she tried to find inner strength to
endure her torment. 
          The men grinned and leaned forward to study the enticing naked
body that was stretched on the rack's horrid narrow plank. They
turned the windlass again. Nola uttered a piercing, wordless
shriek, her head lifting again then falling back heavily. Her head
turned from side to side. The muscles of her throat stood out and
the agitated surging of her bare tits attracted the heartless eyes
of her torturers.
          The sadists watched every detail of the torture; the
conspicuous silhouette of her ribcage and the sweat dripping from
her distended armpits; the torture-sweat glistening in the red-
brown pubic hair; the savage, aching muscular strain in her
shoulders and thighs. The prolonged and sadistic torture of the
helpless, crying woman who twisted her pleading face towards them,
glazed eyes begging for mercy, turned them on sexually.
          Another half turn; a piercing shriek tore from the naked
auburn-haired woman, her toes curled and clawed, her fingers
twisted like talons, her body dripped sweat, her dilated eyes
stared, urine dripped from between her legs as she lost control of
her bladder. Her flesh on the verge of tearing.
          Not wanting to rip her flesh yet, they eased the windlass a
quarter turn just as merciful blackness crept over her. 
                                   * * *
          Nola opened her eyes, gasping, gulping in air, mouth wide. She
was still on the rack. The two men who had administered the abuse
were gone but Lim was there, staring at her.
          "Please... you've done enough...I've paid... She heard herself
begin to cry. 
          For the first time she noticed the video cameras trained on
her. The red indicator lights meant they were filming everything.
That's why the lights were so bright and hot. In her terror, she
hadn't noticed that little nuance.
          "What are you going to do?"
          He had his hands on his hips. He was naked; he was a medieval
executioner; her private executioner. It often got him how stupid
some people were. Please, you've done enough...I've paid...What are
you going to do? Not a whole lot of options here, I'd say...
          "Just making flicks, honey. Only there's one difference. These
videos are for real. The show your soul, honey."
          "You're...." Nola's voice was soft and matter-of-fact and
didn't resonate with the sickening terror she felt. "This is a
snuff video, isn't it?"
          He paused for a moment, studying her.
          "No, at least, not yet. We've got some beauties so far. We cut
them down to about an hour each so I say we got at least a million
dollars worth already with lots more to come. I've arranged a
contract with a little studio in Argentina when we're finished with
you, a contract that lasts ten years. And you know why its ten
years, don't you, cunt? Oh, by the way, I've sold the rights to the
videos they make with my wife and daughter to a very select
distributor. The warden at the prison sends them to me to entice me
to return and stop the punishment. Stupid fool! The mother and
daughter stuff sells well. You don't have one hiding somewhere, do
you? Think of the possibilities!"
          Her eyes reacted for only an instant but Lim saw it.
          "I see," he said. Where?"
          Nola burst into hysterical tears.
          "We'll talk about it later..." He held the tawse in front of
her face. "Remember this beauty? It's time!"
          He swung it hard into her stomach. His eyes were hungry, his
mouth was open, spit forming at the corners.
          Nola writhed, sobbing and groaning in pain.
          "Think how excited the creeps watching this are going to be!"
          He hit her again. Then again. He felt his erection growing
harder, almost bursting. This was the only thing that turned him on
anymore, and he began salivating. Lim wanted to give it to her bad.
To hit that ultimate moment. Pure, exquisite pain. Most of the time
he didn't even like fucking at all. Only this.
          Thinking about it, the frustration, he'd picked up the pace
with the whip on her belly, her thighs and the underside of both
tits.
          With a gurgling moan, Nola fainted again.
          Lim sighed. Gonna be one of those nights. He walked slowly to
the camera control panel. He checked the footage indicator. He had
to pace it just right. Rich men pay big bucks for an hour torture
tape; he had to make each action segment last an hour. His
customers always got their money's worth. It was getting harder to
get the time out of her for each new idea that entered their
perverted minds.
                                   * * *
          Lim held a family meeting.
          "She's holding out on us. She's got a kid hidden somewhere.
Whoever gets it out of her gets first crack at the girl."
                                   * * *
          One of the men lowered a thin cord from the overhead ceiling
pulley. Fixed at the end of the cord were two alligator clamps with
serrated metal teeth. Before Nola could howl her plea for mercy,
the man extended the jaws of one clamp and let it close slowly,
watching the metal teeth bite into Nola's nipple, listening to her
sobbing change to screams then to shrieks of absolute torment. She
never even imagined such hurt. Then the other nipple was ravaged.
She watched their foul cocks respond to her torture.
          If she thought the mere act of placing the clamps on her
breasts hurt, the next atrocity would be a show-stopper. The other
pervert lowered a second cord fixed with a single clamp. Her
blurred vision recorded the slow motion descent of the hellish
device toward her lower belly and Nola knew; she just knew what he
was going to do with the clamp.
          Giggling with cruel anticipation, the torturer opened the
clamp, swept it before Nola's horror filled eyes then brought it
between her tractioned legs and let the nerve-destroying teeth sink
into her clitoris.
          Nola, savaged by this brutality, used the last of her strength
to pull her slim corded wrists free from the wheel. She failed.
          The men did the unthinkable. They pulled the free end of the
cords, stretching Nola's tits toward the ceiling and pulling her
clitoris from its protective fold of pink flesh. The serrated teeth
impaling her flesh held firm as her breasts were pulled to the
limit of their elasticity. The man tied the cord, leaving her
breasts fully extended. The second man continued to jerk the cord
until to her clitoris was at its maximum stretch, then he tied the
cord to hold her intimate flesh in place.
          "You got something to tell us, baby, so get with it."
          Nola's nerves were in shock, torn by the satanic grip of the
metal clamps on her most sensitive sexual parts. She prayed for the
welcome relief of unconsciousness but that escape was denied.
          "No, I've....no...please, there's nothing, there's no one..."
          "She persists in challenging us," one man broke in hoarsely.
"Get the needles and heat them in the fire. We'll jab her cunt and
nipples until she tells! It's gonna be you, me and the dogs first
with the kid, dear brother."
          "I...I already told you...Pleas..se...ah...oh, my body aches
...oh....mercy-pity...it's too much...I don't know where she...she
is," she panted.
          "Too bad for you!" A vicious lewd smile curved his thin lips.
          The brother returned with a pair of insulated pliers; a five
inch needle with the glowing tip was firmly held by the steel jaws.
          "Tell us, or else!" The older brother pointed to the needle.
          Nola's will broke. "I'll tell...I'll tell, anything to stop
the pain...it hurts....enough...mercy?" Nola shrieked as she lunged
against the ropes holding her on the rack, fingers and toes clawing
the air. Slowly, dully, her face twisted with pain, Nola raised her
head, and said just two words; Ursuline Convent...
          "Jab her clit," the older brother ordered.
          Nola's unearthly shriek bounced off the walls.                                Chapter 10

          Doctor Lim was five minutes early for his luncheon appointment
at the Ursuline Convent with the Mother Superior, Sister Agnes.
          "Good afternoon, Doctor," Mother Superior said to the old
gentlemen waiting in the library. It has been a long time."
          "Much too long, Sister Agnes." the aging psychiatrist replied.
          "I understand from your telephone call that a mutual
acquaintance left written instructions concerning a young lady
attending our school?"
          "Yes," the smiling gentleman replied. "And I understand that
the judge has taken a vow of silence, so, of course, we can't talk
directly to her. Is that so?"
          "Those are her wishes. I won't allow her to break her vow."
          "I understand, Sister Agnes. I would never ask that!"
          "I knew you wouldn't," she smiled at one of the convent's
wealthiest benefactors.
          Lim handed her a sealed envelope and watched her as she opened
it. A cheque made out to the convent for a substantial sum was
stapled to a short typed note with an almost unrecognizable
signature. 
          He got hard thinking about how long Nola writhed under the hot
needles before she signed the blank piece of paper. He would never
forget the look on her face when they went at her again after she'd
committed her daughter to the dungeon.
          "Well, everything is in order," Sister Agnes said, taking
another long look at the cheque and a short look at the note. You
know, of course, that we cannot refund the prepaid tuition?"
          "I understand perfectly, Sister."
          "When we finish lunch, she'll be ready to go with you. I
understand that you want her to travel light."
          "That's right, Sister, everything she needs is waiting for
her. Did you know that she'll be taking a trip to South America?"
          "Wonderful," Sister Agnes said, taking another quick look at
the cheque without really listening. Did the Doctor say something
about a trip? Surely not.                                Chapter 11

          Duc moved to the rear of the dungeon and brought back a heavy
square wooden board with three holes in it. After unlocking the
rusty massive padlock, he placed Nola's neck in the middle, larger
hole, then dragged her wrists up to lock them into the two smaller
holes at each side. Finally, he locked a pair of rusty, iron prison
manacles joined by an eighteen-inch heavy chain to her bare ankles.
          The two obese dog-handlers then lifted her, crying and
incoherently sobbing and pleading for release, and placed her just
outside the wooden door that sealed the dungeon. 
          Bright lights illuminated the long corridor that had been
black when she was forced into the chamber of hell. The corridor
was covered with nettles and pebbles, sharp bits of gravel and
tangles of brush with thorns, pieces of board studded with tacks
and other indescribable bits of refuse.
          "The cunt likes to play with police batons," Duc said to the
assembled men and boys, including the three that had been in on the
kidnapping. "So she gets to run the gauntlet and we get to play
with the clubs. When she reaches the far end, we're going to hose
her down and let her eat and rest. But first she's got to get past
everyone here."
          He turned to Nola. "Go," he said.
          "I won't," she said. "You can't make me do this."
          The dog-handlers retrieved their pets from a second room just
to the right of the crypt. "Do you want the dogs to fuck you right
here and then tear the meat from your bones?"
          Nola struggled, shrieking, all her vocal powers restored by
the atrocious threat. "No, I'll do it, I'll do it!"
          The old man produced a short thick leather strap and standing
behind the victim, applied three vigorous lashes across the ripest
curves of her ass, already streaked by the darkening welts of the
cane.
          Her reaction under the strap and the fear of the snarling dogs
was to shift her already bruised bare feet forward. With her naked
tits heaving madly, she forced herself to step into the mess in
front of her; the hurt of the lash far more agonizing than the
sting of the nettles which her bare feet crushed down.
          Right into Duc's jabbing baton. 

                             (To be Continued)     Curt Strap's listing of the NOLA series as of 5 September 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' in a church basement)
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" (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" (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" (musician and daughter get taken by weirdos)
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)
Nola48.txt     "The Amusement Park" (some very weird characters)
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?? not in my stories!!)
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)
