I'm sure that by now you're sick and tired of all these
     smug little notices authors of raunchy S&M and kiddie 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 KIDDIE SEX
        IF YOU DON"T LIKE THIS SHIT, THEN DON'T READ IT!

                         END OF WARNING
                           NOLA 7.TXT

                       "Rape Photographer"
                         "By Curt Strap"

     Curt opened the front door. The girl was young, perhaps
eighteen, the minimum age for models, but he guessed that she had
lied about her age, they all did. He doubted that she had
celebrated her fifteenth birthday. He was surprised that the agency
would send him such a tender-aged model.
     "Hi, I'm Tashia Augustine. The agency sent me?" she said
sweetly and shyly.
     Curt was glad that his victim was so innocent and naive. It
would make it all the more enjoyable. 
     "Come in, Miss Augustine," he welcomed the pretty redhead.
"I've been waiting for you. Let me take your coat."
     "You understand that I'm going to shoot some fairly explicit
bondage shots, don't you?" he inquired easily as he put her coat in
the closet.
     "Well, I've never done any bondage modelling. As a matter of
fact, this is my first job, but I'll do the best I can."
     "Fine. Fine." He smiled, anticipating her young flesh at his
disposal. "Let's go downstairs and start right away. No sense
wasting time at fifty dollars an hour," he said.
     She followed him into the brightly lit basement a little
nervously, but ready to pose for the sex shots. Curt sensed the
girl's reluctance so he resolved to take things easy until she was
bound and helpless to resist. "Well, why don't you begin by
removing your shoes?" he prompted gently.
     Tashia reached down to pull off her high heels. 
     "I'm going to tie you to this table for a few semi-nude shots.
Kneel down on the floor and I'll tie your hands behind your back."
     She was frightened. A frown of panic wrinkled her forehead but
she took the required position. Curt lashed her hands behind her
back tightly.
     "There." he congratulated himself. "I've got to tie you
properly for realism," he explained, reading the question in her
big blue eyes. "Now I'll take your dress down to the waist and get
a look at your breasts."
     Tashia's face reddened. She turned her head as he slid her
dress off of her shoulders, rolling it down to expose her braless
breasts. She hoped he would not fire her because of her tiny
breasts.
     "Charming," he said, wanting to kiss the adorable little tits.
Big breasts were not his thing anyway, but he wondered again just
how old this girl really was. He looped more rope around her chest,
in a figure eight around both small breasts. Tashia continued to
blush, but told herself that her modelling career had to begin
somewhere. She didn't protest as the photographer stuck a large
piece of adhesive tape over her mouth.
     He tugged the dress down further in front, startling her a
little when she thought he was going to take it all the way down,
but he just exposed her navel and stopped.
     He knelt on one leg before her, intently looping and tying her
arms to her body.
     "Stand," Curt ordered, gently but slightly more demanding than
before. His cock was hard and ready inside his pants as his control
over the petite redhead grew.
     Without bothering to explain now, he picked up her dress and
studied her upper legs for a moment.
     Tashia shied back a little, wondering if she'd done the right
thing by accepting this desperation assignment from the agency.
Still, she needed the money.
     She allowed herself to be bent face down over the wooden
table. Her breasts were pressed hard into the rough surface. Her
bare feet were on the floor. He pulled the dress completely off.
     "Okay?" he asked, a somewhat malevolent smile playing on his
lips.
     Tashia nodded her head affirmatively, dismissing her vague
misgiving as girlish paranoia. Curt was just like any other man
whose work involved handling naked or near-naked young girls, she
thought. He just enjoyed his work like any normal male would, but
that was all.
     She wore a pair of thin white panties which clung to her cute
buttocks. He thanked the agency again for sending him such a lovely
ass upon which to sate his unusual lusts.
     Resisting the temptation to run his hands over the prominent
mounds of this favourite item of female anatomy, he ran the rope
under the table several times, securing the girl firmly to the top.
     Next, he tied her feet together at the ankles, then ran a line
around her thighs, just above the knees.
     Tashia was helplessly tied to the table in a manner which
limited drastically all movement of her limbs and body, except her
buttocks which were free to easily move. The feeling of total
helplessness was more than a little scary. 
     He delayed his planned rape of the incredibly trusting young
girl. There was time. He would have her so completely and
thoroughly before she was released that she would never forget it. 
     Tashia twisted her head back to see what he was doing. There
was enough time to shoot the unusual shots and be done with it. The
tense smirk on his face scared the hell out of her. He was staring
greedily at her panty-clad buttocks. Her heart began to thump as
she sensed the man's true intent. She mumbled through the
suffocating adhesive tape, feebly attempting to warn him not to get
any ideas.
     Curt listened to her near panicked muttering, understanding no
specific part of it, but knowing exactly what general message his
prey was trying to deliver.
     The wide-eyed terror in her face excited him. He stepped up
close to her, ignoring her rambling and the kicking of her long
legs.
     He reached his hand over the quivering buttocks, feeling the
girl tighten her muscles defensively, making her buttocks into hard
little mounds of flesh. He hooked the waistband of her panties with
his fingers and pulled them down to her thighs. The girl drove the
heels of her feet back trying to kick him. Curt caught her feet
with his left hand, and ripped the panties from her with his right
hand. 
     Her naked buttocks were more delicious than he could have
hoped for. The mounds of her ass were exquisitely white where they
were shaded from the sun by a brief bikini bottom whose shape was
outlined from the more tanned portions of her body.
     Curt placed her feet back on the cement floor and went to pick
up his camera so he could take several shots of her naked ass in
its virgin state, to offset the ones he would take later on when it
would be showing the effects of his bizarre handiwork.
     Tashia wondered hopefully if he was finally just going to take
the pictures she's been hired for. Perhaps her muffled protests and
kicking had frightened him.
     Curt took several shots at several different angles and then
put his camera down. He started to undress.
     Tashia was frightened into a brief silence of horror as she
watched the photographer strip.
     Curt laughed as the girl's legs began to flail wildly behind
her and the unintelligible muttering resumed with a vengeance.
     "The less you fight it, the easier it will be for you,
Tashia," he offered calmly, knowing and counting on the fact that
she would not follow his advice. Curt revelled in the desperate,
frustrating battle his victims usually put on.
     He went to an old leather sofa in the corner and returned with
two hard cushions. These he shoved under her belly, causing her
buttocks to arch up in an utterly obscene position, exposing her
genitals.
     The scream Tashia was attempting came out to him from the
corners of the tape as a dull groan. 
     There was really no danger of the feeble sounds being heard
through the walls of the house that Curt had sublet. under an
assumed identity, for a month from an artist, now on tour in
Europe. He used the same false identity to arrange for the model.
     He fetched his favourite whipping instrument from the closet
where his two suitcases were - all ready for the fast exit he would
make after having his fun with the girl.
     He purposely let the girl see the eighteen inch long strip of
thick, black leather which hung suspended from a handle which
measured an additional twelve inches. 
     The thought of being raped by the horrible man was terrifying
enough but the promise of the whip he held drove her into a wild
frenzy.
     Despite her violent objections, Curt positioned himself to the
left of the girl, and spanked her squirming buttocks several times
with the whip, testing the sensitivity of her skin and her
tolerance for pain.
     The stiffening jerks of her body as each stroke landed told
him that her pain tolerance was low. The vivid red welts which
immediately coloured themselves on her fragile white flesh told him
that she was fantastically susceptible to the whip.
     Curt was always content to dish out the maximum number of
lashes, enough to make the girl suffer and to create his own
intense pleasure.
     Tashia bucked her hips defiantly and angrily as the pain
permeated through her bare ass. She grunted would-be curses at the
man. He ignored her completely, striking at her writhing ass, a
look of sheer ecstasy on his face.
     Curt whipped her ass another twenty times, distributing the
blows evenly from her hips to the undercurve of her buttocks so
that the pattern of horizontal welts was fairly evenly spaced. Then
he moved behind her and cracked the whip another twenty times
criss-crossing the earlier weals. His cock was painfully erect,
forcing him to stop the beating and move on to sexual punishment.
He put the whip down on the table, deciding that she was lovely
enough to feast on orally before he fucked her. 
     He picked up the camera and took some shots of her tortured
body. Then he dropped onto his knees behind her. Her dramatic but
useless kicks against his bare belly only increased his pleasure.
He knew that undoing the rope securing her thighs and ankles would
make it possible for him to spread her legs and buttocks wide apart
for easier access to her anus and vagina. But Curt liked to tongue
a woman by forcing his mouth between her buttocks.
     He pushed his face up between her thighs. Her flesh rubbed his
face. Tashia felt her genitals being invaded by his mouth and
tongue. She struggled helplessly against the unwanted sensations.
     Expertly, he sucked her, feeling her public hairs at his face.
Her smell was fresh and clean, with just a slight odour of sweat.
     Tashia pumped her hips, trying to escape from his searing
tongue. Her movement only increased the devastation of his attack.
She moaned quietly as he drove his tongue high up into her. There
was no stopping him now.
     The tongue probed. The girl's shivering cunt was tongued to a
peak just short of producing an unwanted climax. Curt kept her near
the brink of ecstasy but withheld the last effort that would grant
her the relief of orgasm. Tashia cursed him for manipulating her so
evilly.
     Then he did something so revolting to her that she almost
fainted in disgust. He grasped both hot ass cheeks in his hands,
parted the flesh and exposed Tashia's asshole. He pushed his tongue
up to it, rimming its quivering circumference. She felt his rough
tongue and shivers of disgust ran up and down her spine. Her guts
knotted with horror. Her groan was one of pained revulsion.
     Curt worked his curled tongue in and out of the orifice. The
softer flesh within seemed to grab at it with uncontrollable
contractions. The feel of her ass flesh on his face increased his
excitement.
     For endless minutes, her asshole was subjected to his vigorous
tongue fucking. Tashia felt painful cramps in the soles of both of
her feet from their uncontrollable clenching and clawing at the
floor.
     She did not believe that her body could be subjected to such
sexual abuse. Curt kept at her as her body thrashed. He felt her
bruised buttocks shudder. Gurgling sounds came from her mouth. Her
legs pushed back at him. She rubbed her bare belly on the cushions.
It must have been several minutes before her contortions ceased and
she rested heavily on the rough table top.
     Curt stood, stepping to the side of the table. He grabbed her
hair, pulling her face around towards him. He could not resist the
opportunity to shame the girl. Their eyes joined for a moment. His
mocking smile goaded her into a blush of shameful embarrassment. He
had worked her flesh into defeat. He knew her so personally, so
uniquely - now.
     Curt toyed with his own unsatisfied genitals. He would take
her cunt first and then her virgin ass when he was less excited, to
make it last longer. He stood behind her, pulling her ass into his
crotch, imbedding his thick cock into her cunt with one defiant
thrust.
     He relished the feel of the soft ass against his pelvis. His
full weight rested on her tiny body. She felt her womanhood
skewered by his delving prick. The angle was sharp and effective.
The rape was brutal as his cock head forced its way high up inside
of her, ramming the top of her vaginal cavity hard, squeezing its
way past her clitoris.
     Curt pressed his chest onto her back, giving her harsh kisses
and bitting her white neck, accessible now with her long, red hair
dangling forward. He increased the tempo, excited by the feeling of
total domination and mastery of the beautiful girl flesh beneath
him.
     Tashia tried to resist the brutal act being forced on her. Her
breath sucked in nosily through overworked nostrils. Her cunt was
alive with the pain from his thrusting cock. Curt felt the muscles
of her buttocks tightening against his belly. Her hips surged and
contorted trying to throw him off.
     The room was filled with the slapping sounds of flesh meeting
flesh in his anguished need and her tortured resistance. His
grunting, laboured pumping went into high gear. His prick jabbed
through her resisting flesh. The frenzied thrashing of electrified
flesh finally ended with Curt's cum gushing into the unwilling
girl.
     Curt pulled out of her and left her on the table while he went
upstairs and sipped a brandy. It was early afternoon and he had a
reservation on an early evening flight. He couldn't linger too much
longer. He stood, going to the hall closet for the three foot long
birch rod he intended to use on the girl's ass. He had saved the
ultimate pleasure for last. He would flog her before raping her
virgin anus.
     Tashia thought that her ordeal was over. She was horrified to
see him re-enter with the wicked looking rod. His perverted grin
told her she would be whipped yet another time. She took it more
calmly. There was no breaking the bonds that held her.
     Curt patted her still welted ass patronizingly preparing to
start the punishment he felt compelled to inflict. The rod whistled
softly as it swung through the air. Tashia braced herself for the
worst and was not disappointed as the thin rod snapped across her
ass, wrapping itself possessively about its shaking flesh. The
crescendo of pain in her ass made her kick her legs out behind her
to alleviate the frustration of her helplessness. Then the second
stroke bit into her flesh. The pain was even worse. Her throat
ached from the stifled screams.
     Curt whipped Tashia with the expertise and relish of the
connoisseur. He aimed vicious strokes carefully, distributing the
harsh welts from her upper hips to the tops of her thighs. His
pleasure was deliberate and controlled. Her suffering was his
satisfaction. He read her reactions carefully. The kicking of her
legs, the tension of the muscles in her thighs, her muffled screams
- they all told him just how cruel the cane was.
     After two dozen she was at the brink of exhaustion, her legs
waving feebly behind her, trying to block the blows with clawing
feet. Tears streamed down her face.
     Curt ceased the caning momentarily, squeezing her streaked
buttocks with his hand, inspecting their tenderness, the effects of
the birching. Several welts had broken the skin. 
     He decided to finish with ten heavy strokes.
     Tashia was not prepared for the final dose. He gave them to
her fast and hard. She bucked and heaved ferociously. The heavy
table creaked as it absorbed her frantic writhing.
     Curt threw the rod on the floor and picked up his camera. He
watched her writhing ass for a moment then took another roll of
film. All that remained was the rape of her ass and mouth.
     He went to the bathroom, returning with a jar of vaseline. He
greased his cock and then used a forefinger to lubricate her anal
passage. Tashia screamed her refusal into the tape securing her
mouth.
     With a low moan he pushed forward. The entry was complete.
Eight inches of hard penis slid deeply into her soft flesh.
     The sensation was terrifying and painful. At each stroke he
partially withdrew himself and then shoved back into her brutally.
The pain grew worse. She felt his horrible cock probing her virgin
ass, inflicting pain she knew she couldn't endure. Her groans of
resistance turned to moans of pain.
     As he pounded on and on she felt herself screaming into the
gag as her whole body exploded in pain. She could feel her anal
muscles in spasm clamping down on his cock until he exploded in a
frenzy.
     After he recovered he glanced at his watch. He still had an
hour. Curt pulled his prick out and went around the table to face
Tashia's head. His cock, covered with blood and brown smears waved
obscenely in front of her tear-stained face.
     "Suck me off girlie."
     Tashia stared at the cock in horror. Curt slapped her hard,
three times, bloodying her nose and starting the tears flowing
again. All Tashia knew was that she wanted this over. She would do
anything just to get this over with. She licked Curt's cock, from
base to head, over and over, until it was clean and wet. Then she
opened her mouth and Curt fucked her mouth, shoving his penis down
her throat until she was gagging and fighting for breath. Then he
pulled it out and spurted on her face, gobs of cum splattering her
nose and eyes and lips. All Tashia could think was Thank god, its
over. 
     After Curt recovered he glanced at his watch. Time for a quick
shower before the plane. He took another roll of film before going
upstairs.
     When he returned to the basement she was asleep, a grimace of
pain on her face. The tape had come loose from the perspiration and
wild struggles. He took two more pictures.
     He cut the ropes that held her to the table and freed her
ankles and thighs. He left the rope on her wrists. 
     "You'll be able to crawl up the stairs and get help," he said,
almost gently. "Next time you may not be so fortunate. I could just
as easily cut your throat or hang you from the rafters."
     Glancing back at her pathetic whipped and raped body he went
upstairs, picked up his suitcases and went out the back door.

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.
However, if nobody does, the NOLA series will probably go on anyway
but the more suggestions I get the better the product, I hope.
     One last thing. I'm not much on gross (eating/drinking
shit/piss/puke), nor do I enjoy maiming my characters (major burns
or scars, broken bones, ripped or chopped off body parts, severe
internal injuries, death, etc.) It's purely a matter of personal
taste, so those of you who DO enjoy it by all means keep on writing
it and I'll keep on reading it. Other than that I like all kinds of
punishment and humiliation, particularly involving the pre-pube
set, and I'm REAL flexible. If you'll send your ideas in I promise
I'll do my best to work them into the story.

Please post any comments to French Connection Bulletin Board 
(914-278-6266). It's one of the few that I visit 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 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? 
Comments please.

Curt Strap
January, 1994
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