I'm sure that you're sick and tired of all these smug little
notices authors of fantasy 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 FANTASY TERROR/HORROR AND NON-CONSENSUAL SEX
             IF YOU DON"T LIKE THIS SHIT, THEN DON'T READ IT!

                              END OF WARNING                                 NOLA9.TXT

                                "The Nurse"
                              "By Curt Strap"

                                 Chapter 1

          Nola Augustine didn't sleep well at night. It had nothing to
do with the jungle. She had travelled to many different and exotic
places during her thirty-seven years. It was the never ending sound
of guns, sirens and the savagery of this war that made no sense; it
was the young soldiers who became her friends only to perish one by
one in the mayhem of this hell that people call Vietnam.
Fortunately, she only days to go on her contract.
          Tonight was no different. It was two in the morning and the
five other nurses stationed with her were all sound asleep. Nola
wondered how they could do it. Her reflective mood made her feel
more human, more aware, yet it made her a bundle of tangled nerves.
She wondered how long she would last. The warm summer air flowing
gently over her exposed legs was her only consolation. Aware of the
pleasurable sensation she realized that she almost forgot that she
was a woman.
          She passed a long glance down her body. She had nice legs and
big breasts. She was always proud of that fact, and back home she
never tried to hide them. Her legs were long and shapely, with that
erotic, voluptuous, perfect plumpness which men always admired. She
tried to alienate this thought. Beauty was so misplaced in a place
like this...yet she felt an overpowering desire to be held,
caressed, kissed... She felt her breasts through her thin cotton
night gown; slightly heavy with large light pink areolas and long
pointed nipples. She pulled her long auburn hair back and sighed.
          Suddenly the alarm sounded; the dreaded siren which usually
meant more bodies, more death. As the other nurses quickly got up
and dressed, the head nurse walked in and announced that this call
was off base. The nearest regiment, stationed about thirty miles
north of them, suffered heavy casualties and they had no way to
transport the wounded. Five of the nurses would go there by
helicopter. One nurse would accompany a reconnaissance team into
Cambodia. A refugee hospital set up by a minister and his wife had
been attacked by Vietnamese troops and their status was unknown.
          Nola Augustine volunteered. It would be her last assignment
before she went home.                                 Chapter 2

          The fourteen-man recon team consisting of six Green Berets,
eight Cambodian mercenaries and one nurse were inserted into the
dense jungle of the Cambodian valley. Their task was to rescue the
minister, his wife and any other members of the religious sect that
had set up the unauthorized hospital.
          The minister's daughter was the only survivor. Her mother and
the other female missionaries had been taken prisoner and the men
was slaughtered. Her mother hid her child in an empty oil drum. The
soldiers, intent on killing, raping and looting did not find her.
                                   * * *
          Following the footprints leading away from the ravaged camp,
enemy patrols began tracking the rescue team and the nerve-racking
sound of clacking bamboo sticks carried through the mountainous
jungle as the trackers communicated their position to other enemy
troops in the area, calling them in from all directions.
          Heading back to the predesignated coordinates for extraction,
they ran into a reinforced regiment of seasoned NVA troops. They
suffered heavy casualties in the fire-fight and, unable to reach
the designated area, the team were running for their lives in
search of a way out.
                                   * * *
          Nola lay huddled on the ground, her arm covering the little
twelve year old white girl and stared blankly at the bloodstained
men around her. Consciousness came and went and came again. The
horror became more intense. The team medic had given her a shot of
morphine to help her cope with the atrocities she had witnessed.
          A soldier opened up with the M60 machine gun on the North
Vietnamese point man who had closed on them. They were up and
running again.
          A black soldier lifted Nola to a sitting position. "You can
make it." He slung the weakened woman's arm around his shoulder, 
placed his arm around her waist then gripped the wrist of the child
tightly, struggling to get them both upright. For a moment they
stood swaying then Nola caught her balance and planted her feet and
they began stumbling down the jungle trail.
          A soldier lurched along behind them, grunting with the effort.
The medic had done what he could with the shattered knee but the
makeshift bandage gave little support and each step was agonizing.
Two soldiers carried an unconscious officer in a ground cloth
strung between two poles. The remainder of the soldiers followed
the Sergeant who led the column.
          He was talking on the radio as he ran. His once handsome black
face was crusted with dried blood from a scalp wound and a
tourniquet stemmed the flow of blood from his left arm that was
riddled with shrapnel from a grenade blast.
          He informed the Forward Operational Base of the situation and
was in contact with the Forward Air Controller high above them in
a single-engine Cessna. The FAC kept track of their progress,
directing them to a suitable landing zone as a rescue helicopter
rushed to the area.
          He yelled back to the remaining members of the team. "The LZ
is a quarter mile due west of our present position."
          Minutes later the team entered the clearing and the Sergeant
led them to the best defensive position available, a depression in
the ground, fifty yards into the knee-high grass.
          The Sergeant set up the M60 facing the trail and the team
deployed on both sides of him, giving them an excellent field of
fire in the direction of the approaching enemy. He directed Nola
and the girl to the lowest spot of the depression.
          The surrounding jungle, dense and tangled with heavy
underbrush would be difficult to penetrate, slowing the North
Vietnamese advance. Using the trail would be suicide, not a
deterrent but enough to give pause to seasoned NVA regulars.
          As the first enemy troops cautiously entered the clearing, a
hail of automatic fire and a salvo from grenade launchers cut them
down and scattered those behind them into cover of the jungle.
          The medic worked feverishly on the wounded team members. One
was unconscious and one was racked with pain and weak from the loss
of blood. The Officer in the litter was dead and three of the
Cambodians were seriously wounded.
          A heavy volume of fire began to reach them from the edge of
the jungle. The team lay facedown as the shock waves from powerful
explosions shook and rippled the ground beneath them. A storm of
dirt and leaves and twigs blew across the clearing, covering them
with debris. 
          The Sergeant saw the helicopter approaching above the horizon
at the north end of the clearing. He crawled in closer to the
deepest part of the depression. A young Cambodian beside him rose
to his knees to fire an M79 round and was immediately shot through
the neck.
          An NVA mortar team opened up and began to find their range,
walking the rounds to the team's position. The Sergeant focused his
attention on the distant figures moving just inside the jungle to
the right of their position. A platoon of NVA was moving to
outflank them while the main body of the enemy probed the perimeter
in front of the team.
          He fired two 40mm grenades in the direction of the moving men.
As he reloaded, a bullet ripped into his side, shattering a rib and
exiting through his back, killing him instantly.
          Two of the Cambodians began crawling toward the enemy machine
gun. The men advanced no more than twenty yards when a grenade
blast killed them both. The remaining Cambodian directed his fire
at the machine gun from the safety of the depression. 
          The rescue helicopter was about fifty meters out to the east.
The door-gunner inundated the edge of the jungle with sustained
bursts and the volume of enemy fire decreased immediately. The
rescue helicopter settled to the clearing.
          Under cover of the door-gunner's machine gun, the helicopter
touched down, flattening the grass around it and sending swirls of
red dust into the air.
          The remaining team members struggled toward the helicopter,
followed by Nola and the girl. The men had just reached safety and
turned to shout encouragement to Nola and the girl when an RPG-7
combat rocket sent a trail of smoke as the deadly rocket streaked
from the launcher and tracked toward its target.
          The helicopter took a direct hit, exploding into a fiery ball
and rolling onto its side in a huge cloud of orange flame and black
smoke. The violent force threw Nola and the girl to the ground.
Dazed and racked with pain, Nola rolled onto her stomach and tried
to crawl. A series of blows fell heavily on her shoulders and back
as the enemy soldiers who had reached her and the girl pounded them
with clubs.
          "No...No...No...." she shrieked hysterically.                                 Chapter 3

          The chirping calls of crickets and tree frogs, the cries of
lizards, and the whining hum of mosquitoes diminished as the grey
predawn light washed slowly over the small jungle clearing. A cold
mist filled the air and at the edge of the clearing the dense
jungle, moisture-laden from the daily drenching of the monsoon
rains, dripped heavily on the underbrush from the trees.
          In the centre of the clearing a sturdy eight-foot-high bamboo
fence enclosed a cluster of thatch-roofed huts, and, to the
uninitiated, a group of what appeared to be animal cages. The
cages, resting on logs a few feet off the ground, were roughly ten
feet square, constructed to thick bamboo poles nailed and tied
together with ropes. The roofs were covered with leaves and bark
and the door to each cage was secured with a clasp and padlock. The
occupants were not animals, but women. Prisoners at a small sub-
camp in the heart of the mountainous jungles of Vietnam.
                                   * * *
          "Sit," the bloated, ugly Vietnamese man commanded.
          Nola was pushed onto the small wooden stool in front of the
camp commander's desk. The short, obese man stared hard at the
prisoner before him. He was a repulsive gross rodent of a man,
inherently mean and given to fanatical rages. His hatred of the
white race was total.
          "Confess," he ordered, his eyes bright and wide with anger,
his left eye drooped, cloudy and unfocused.
          "I don't know anything," Nola begged, tears in her eyes.
          "Fucker, you confess!" he screamed, delivering a vicious slap
to the side of Nola's head, knocking her sprawling onto the floor.
          "Bitch, up on stool!"
          As Nola got to her knees, a solid kick to her soft belly
knocked her down again. She struggled to her feet and back on the
stool. She stared with pleading eyes at the man, who stared back
with malice. Nola feared that were she to confess or not she was in
for a rough night and she was determined to hold out as long as
possible. From previous training she had learned that beatings and
torture continued until they were satisfied, whether you gave them
anything or not. If she confessed too soon, they would continue to
beat her for what she had done; if she confessed later, they would
beat her for not confessing sooner. They didn't want a confession,
they wanted to punish her and humiliate her.
          The man knew how to apply torture effectively. He had done his
apprenticeship in the Vietnamese prisons before the war. He learned
his gruesome skills well and when the opportunity presented itself,
he relished it.
          The man signalled to two guards standing at the entrance to
the hut. Both of them smiled crudely at the female captive. "Remove
the prisoner's clothes," he told them.
          "Stand! Bitch!" one of them shouted, grabbing a handful of
Nola's hair and jerking her to her feet.
          Nola begged and pleaded, crying hysterically as the guards
stripped her naked. It was not until she found herself stark naked
that the shame of her nudity before the men struck her, and she
made an abortive movement to cover herself with her hands, which
the commandant prevented her from completing. He shoved her back
onto the stool.
          "You fuck, cunt?"
          Nola shook with rage. "You slimy maggot."
          She exploded, slapped the startled man, spun around and
grabbed the stool, and threw it at the perverted man. It struck him
in the head, opening a large gash across his forehead.
          The guard, retaining his composure, punched Nola hard in the
belly. He raised his fist to punch her again.
          "Stop!" the commandant commanded.
          The man broke off his attack and backed away from the dazed
woman at his feet.
          The Commandant got up slowly, a small trickle of blood coming
from the corner of his left eye. "Put her over the stool!"
          The guard pulled Nola to a kneeling position by her hair and
forced her face down over the stool.
          The commandant dabbed a cloth at his forehead, then tied it
over the wound. "You are very foolish, woman. Very foolish," he
said calmly.
          Nola hung over the stool, still groggy.
          One of the guards put a foot in the middle of her back while
the other pulled her hands behind her back and clamped handcuffs on
her, with the tops of her wrists together. At the commandant's
command, he tightened the special torture cuffs to a point where
they cut into her skin. The pain was immediate and intense.
          One of the guards handed the Commandant a length of thin
coarse rope that he began wrapping around Nola's arms from her
elbows to her shoulders, pulling it as tight as he could. Turning
her on her side, the other guard pushed on Nola's shoulder while
the commandant tied her upper arms and elbows together.
          Then they did the unthinkable. They pulled her knees apart and
tied them to the back legs of the stool, exposing her secret pubic
gash surrounded by a light covering of auburn hair and her anus.
They finished by placing a rope around her neck and securing it to
the front two legs of the school. Nola couldn't move.
          The pain was excruciating. Her arms and hands went numb but
the pain throughout her body continued relentlessly. She thought
her chest was being pulled apart and her shoulders torn from their
sockets. Nola was drenched with perspiration, her mouth dry, and
her breathing shallow and irregular.
          "Confess!"
          Nola shook her head slowly.
          The commandant and one of the guards picked up thin bamboo
canes from the corner of the room.
          On Nola's lips was a hard mechanical grimace, that served to
hide her anguish; but her eyes were fixed excessively wide open in
a terrified stare. Wild thoughts hurried through her brain. She was
filled with panic, fear and a desire to cry; a nervous, hysterical
laugh that tore her throat would not come out, while hot, burning
feverish tears scorched her eyeballs, but refused to fall. Of all
the sensations she had endured in the dreadful night, only one was
clear and precise in her mind, the smell of unwashed Viet Cong
male, the appalling, sickening stench of grease and sweat, the
sour, nauseating foulness of their breath.
          The guard measured his distance, and the flexible end of the
cane, after whistling over his head, fell on Nola's loins. She
uttered a piercing scream; but already a second blow, answered by
a howl of agony, was biting into her bare buttocks. Unceasing and
unremitting the lash descended again and again on the delicate
flesh, blow following blow in regular cadence.
          The pliant tip kept catching her thighs on the inside, just
where the skin is so tender. Nola sobbed and screamed, in hoarse
cries of pain.
          "Enough!...enough!...Stop! I implore you, stop!...I shall go
mad!...Help, help! Somebody save me from this torment. I beg you to
stop. No! no!...Don't,...don't for mercy's sake!"
          But the only answer was the whistle of the cane through the
air and the dull thud with which it came down on the victim's
flesh. And Nola, with groans and incoherent phrases broken by sobs,
breathed out her agony.
          "Oh! the pain....oh! the pain!...Anything, I will do anything!
...Anything you wish!...I will, I swear I will!...Mercy! mercy!"
          Nola suffered while in the midst of the pain there was a sense
of voluptuous pleasure in the minds of her torturers. While she
groaned with anguish there was an undercurrent of sexual desire
running through their diseased minds. The blows kindled their lust
and they sensed a craving for her tortured flesh.
          The commandant joined the fray. First he cracked his cane
against her calves, and Nola shuddered, throwing herself back as
far as the play of the ropes holding her would allow. Next the
cane, drawn from the floor upwards between her spread thighs welted
her belly, bruising the tender flesh. This was followed by a storm
of hoarse inarticulate cries, screams in which the words were no
longer distinguishable. But the blows fell regularly and
methodically, beating her into submission.
          The commandant examined Nola with a cold and critical gaze.
His eyes half closed and nostrils quivering, he stood fascinated.
His whole body was trembling and his mind relished the savage
onslaught as he punished her flesh. 
          Suddenly she uttered a scream, a wild cry of anger and
distress. All her resignation, all her passivity, vanished before
the indignant resentment against the abominable outrage the
commandant was about to perform. The man was going to rape her in
the other filthy way. Her flesh revolted and an innate loathing of
such bestiality drove her to resistance... She struggled fiercely,
fighting against the abomination. Whipping, mutilation, death,
anything seemed preferable to such vile humiliation. 
          The Commandant laughed casually and slid his cock to the tight
entrance of Nola's whipped ass. He held her ass-cheeks wide open,
causing the bound nurse to screech with fresh pain as his fingers
worked the bruises left by the cane.
          He pushed and his cock worked into the tight hole, spreading
her open until the head of his cock was buried about an inch into
the unyielding flesh. 
          Nola tensed, her legs trying desperately to close. Sharp
points of pain rushed from her ass, nothing like the pain of the
cane, but bad enough. She groaned and jerked, trying to push her
ass forward to get away from the invading prick. But all she
managed to do was ram her belly against the stool.
          The Viet Cong Officer pushed his cock at least four inches
into Nola's shivering asshole.
          Her body went rigid and she screamed, tears pouring out of her
eyes as she was forced hard against the stool, her ass invaded by
the enormous rod. The brutal officer pulled back a little and
slapped her bruised ass before plunging into her a second time.
          Nola bucked and heaved as the thick length of cock drove into
her ass almost to the hilt. His prick throbbed in her ass, sending
horrible pain to the bound nurse's brain. She gasped as the massive
length pulled back again and then rammed in so hard that his heavy
balls slapped against her cunt. 
          Each time he pulled his cock out, he slapped her whipped ass,
then pushed back in again as she moaned in pain and humiliation. He
kept the pace slow, taking his time and spanking her throbbing ass
while his cock worked inside her body.
          Nola moanied in constant pain, absorbing the rape and the hard
slaps on her ass. She sagged against the stool surrendering to the
demands of the massive cock ravaging her rectum.
          The other guard seized her breasts, one in each of his hands
and began to twist them. Nola yelled with the pain. The man got
hold of the two nipples, which he pinched and scraped with sharp,
broken finger nails. Nola moaned piteously. Her eyes almost turned
back in her head. She could see nothing by the huge vigorous arms.
Under the steady pull of the relentless fingers, she wailed in
agony; a fierce pain torturing her breasts and insides, a pain so
intense that it even made her forget her disgust.
          The officer leaned back, his cock fully embedded in Nola's
tight asshole. The other guard was already sweeping the cane toward
her ass. Her body heaved as the rod cut into her ass-cheeks, inches
from where the officer's cock was buried in her anus. 
          Nola heaved in agony as the cock shoved deeper into her and
the fingers ripped at her nipples. Her ass writhed, she sobbed and
jerked, her eyes wide, her mouth open.
          The commandant leaned back again, exposing the welted cheeks
of Nola's ass and the bamboo struck again. Then he pulled her head
up hard by the hair, tightening the noose around her neck. 
          Nola choked, but kept breathing through her nose, saliva
dripping from her mouth. Still gripping her tits, the guard pushed
the head of his cock into her mouth. The enormous cock found the
entrance to her throat and she gagged, but managed to keep
breathing. 
          The officer kept the grip on her hair, pulling and letting go,
forcing her to suck the hard cock. Nola retched and sucked, her ass
jerking back into the officer's ravaging prick. 
          The cock pushed at her throat, but she couldn't take it. Her
throat just seized whenever she tried to let the intruder in. She
tried to relax and let him do what he wanted. She knew that she
would get a lot of pain if she didn't obey. Her throat relaxed just
a little and the tip of the beast's cock ran into her throat. But
at his next thrust, she was choking again.
          "You get it right, bitch!" the man snarled. "Or you're really
going to get the whip, you understand?"
          Nola understood, all right. She moaned and tried to take his
big cock deeper into her helpless throat. Her ass heaved and her
legs trembled as she did her best to give him what he wanted.
          The officer pulled back again and the guard with the cane gave
her a wicked, nerve-shattering stroke across the centre of her
mutilated buttocks. Her horrible scream opened her throat and the
whole massive organ slid in. The officer slammed into her again.                                 Chapter 4

                             (To be continued)
              Curt Strap's NOLA series as of 2 October 1994. 
      If you have any suggested titles and/or scenarios let me know.

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