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

                         END OF WARNING                           NOLA14.TXT

                           "The Model"
                         "By Curt Strap"

                            Chapter 1

     It was a shock to the lovely blonde girl to wake up and find
a strange man sleeping next to her in the bed. Nola Augustine
shuddered as she felt the man's calloused hand on her crotch, with
thick, filthy fingers sticking into her groin. She had to move
carefully so she wouldn't wake him. Gradually, as the fuzz was
swept from her mind, the memory of last night came back to haunt
her.
     Her lime-green eyes opened wide. She stared around. She saw
their scattered clothes all over the cheap hotel room. Discarded
empty glasses were on the floor. She saw the empty fifth of cheap
scotch on top of the musty-smelling dresser. She saw the ashtrays
filled with butts and ash.
     "Oooo..."
     Her lips compressed. She bit down hard to keep from crying.
That damn man's hand was right on her pubic mound; his fingers
twisted in her silky naturally blonde hair. He did not want to
release her body, even in his heavy drunken sleep.
     Nola struggled to gently part her tanned thighs. She shivered
involuntary as his fingernails scraped against her clitoris. Then,
as she eased herself away, she was able to swing her long, well-
shaped legs onto the floor. Her naked feet felt the rough wooden
floor. It was as dirty as everything else in this foul room.
     Her breasts shook. A flush surged up and down her face. Was it
was always so disgusting? She could hardly stand herself. What had
happened last night?
     Oh, yes...it was coming back to her...
     She had met this obese man in a bar. He was here for a
convention. He had given her drink after drink in a cocktail
lounge, then brought her to his sleazy hotel. Once in the room, he
had stripped her to her underwear.
     "I'm gonna fuck your ass, blondie...and you're gonna suck my
prick dry...and you're gonna like doin' it, aren't you?"
     She trembled again as she was pushed onto the ugly four poster
bed with its ghastly mattress and torn covering. "No, please...I
didn't come her for that..." She was stripped down to her pink bra
and lacy-thin panties. Her sex was vividly outlined through the
silk. 
     "Let me alone, please...I don't..."
     He was a tall, broad-shouldered ape of a man. Naked, his
enormous phallus curved up to his hairy belly. Almost hidden in the
thick pubic hair were his huge balls, looking repugnant and animal
like to the cowering girl. He parted his slab-like thighs and
thrust his pelvis at her.
     "See, blondie? It's just like a juicy pole!" He laughed as he
shook the swollen shaft and gyrated his scrotum to emphasize his
body. "It's good to suck! And it's got sweet cream!" He laughed as
he slurped his thick lips, making a sucking sound.     
     "Come on, blondie! get down on your hands and knees and suck
me off!"
     She whimpered as she tried to grab her torn dress and run for
the doorway.
     He grabbed her and flung her down onto the bed. The springs
creaked beneath their combined weight. He was angry. "Damn you,
little blonde cock-sucker, trying to get away from me? Well...I'm
gonna rope you down..."
     He ripped away Nola's bra, gaped at the little bluish streaks
on her breasts, her pink nipples with their soft little creases, 
and watching the pale mounds shake; all emphasising the milky
whiteness of Nola's flesh. The nipples were hard with fear. "Baby!
You sure got a great pair! Ain't never seen any better...let's
see..."
     "NO!!!" She screamed as she felt his calloused hands on her
flimsy panties. "Don't...get you damn hands off me!" She struggled
in vain, as his strength overcame her. "Stop! Don't pull my panties
down! Leave me alone!"
     He laughed crudely as she struggled, inflamed by her
resistance, anxious to conquer this blonde girl.
     "Now, you're gonna get it!" He had grabbed her bra, tore it
with amazing strength, then he twisted the material around her
wrists, binding them together like rope. "That's the way we treat
stubborn girls where I come from!" He twisted the torn material
until her wrists were fettered to one of the posts of the creaking
bed. "Okay, let's see you try and get outta that, cutie!" he
grinned, his pock marked face looking gruesome with sensual
cruelty.
     She felt the straps of her bra cut into her wrists; she
struggled, only succeeding in tightening the thongs. She felt a
flash of hot fire sweeping into her body.
     "Oooo, please, please, don't hurt me!" She was sobbing now,
her eyes brimming with scalding tears. They streaked her oval face.
     "No...stop...oooo!!!!"
     She felt the grubby hands grip her flimsy panties. There was
a horrible ripping sound and suddenly the panties were torn from
her slim hips. They were tossed to the far side of the dingy room,
falling in the cloud of dust, making a silky puddle on the dirty
floor. Now...she was naked!
     "Nice snatch, girlie! And real blonde hair! No dye job." He
was ramrod stiff. His hands played with her vaginal lips. "Let's
open up, honey!" Cruelly, his calloused thumbs and forefingers
seized the labia and yanked her sex open. Grimy fingers plunged
into the orifice, jabbing in and out. Nola felt as if someone had
plunged a horrible snake right into her groin.
     She tried to free her wrists, Terror gripped her. "Please, oh
please, you'll hurt me! No! Don't hurt me! Oh, please..." She
writhed while the grinning brute pried apart her thighs, and then
he stuffed more fingers inside her. He seized her clitoris and his
sharp fingernails bit the sensitive flesh. A violent tremor flashed
through the blonde girl's groin.



     A hollow-throated scream gurgled from her gasping mouth as she
wrenched her arms trying to free her shackled wrists. Her body was
twisted and mangled. "Please! ooooh! Mercy!!! Mercy!!!" She was
hysterical as the man kept twisting her clitoris, sending
uncontrollable spasms of agony twisting through her loins.
     "Oooooooh!!! I can't stand it! Oh, let me go! Please! I'll do
anything! Let me go!!!" She was sobbing now, frantic, terrified, by
trapped in this room, where no one would ever hear her, where the
ancient hard-of hearing desk clerk downstairs was probably in a
drunken stupor. She was alone and helpless! She could be killed...
     The sadist suddenly swung around, and now, his buttocks loomed
near her face. "Get ready, baby...you're gonna get your mouth all
filled up with a nice juicy prick and you're gonna suck it and lick
it and get all the cream...and I'm gonna suck your cunt while
you're doin' it. I'll get all the best outta you...little bitch."
     She was petrified. Abruptly, the horrible realization of her
imminent rape came to the struggling Nola. She saw the way the
brutal pig was trying to push his throbbing, unwashed, smelly cock
into her clenched mouth. He locked her head between his bent knees.
Then, as she opened her mouth to scream, he plunged his
unimaginable thick meat into the opening between her lips. She
almost gagged. She thought that she would puke as she felt the
disgusting fleshly rod probe her mouth. She could feel all the
crevices and veins...and then she felt his balls slamming against
her face.
     "AHHH!" He was muttering as he was captured by sensual stimuli
much as if an electric wire had been wrapped around his organ.
"That sure feels good! Suck it, blondie. Put your tongue all around
it. Suck the head of it ...ahhhhh...my balls are gonna explode ...
it's so good...it's so good!"
     He bent over Nola's tortured body and his drooling mouth was
right over her cunt. "I'm gonna suck this blonde goody.... nice...
sure got a nice tight hole...oooo, I'm gonna stick my mouth right
in there!"
     Nola shivered as she felt his wet chin on her sensitive flesh.
She almost vomited, feeling the sticky cock sliding in and out, in
and out... while his heavy, hairy balls slammed against her face.
     "My wrists," she thought hysterically, "if only they weren't
tied...ooo...if I could get free. I'd punch him in the..."
     Her body surged and twisted. The pig was mouthing her crotch,
his teeth nibbling on her labia. His tongue pierced inside her and
licked the inner walls of her resilient female tunnel. He twisted
his hands under her pelvis, pried apart her firm buttocks, then
plunged a finger into her anus. Nola was caught up in a thunderous
tidal wave of pain. Again and again, the wave erupted. She mouthed
a silent scream around his foul penis!
     "That's it! That's it!" He wildly plunged his throbbing organ
in and out of her mouth, building to a climax. "That's the way,
suck my prick!"
     She felt engulfed in a sheet of violent flame. She was bathed
in sweat. She felt his thick organ slide up and down, the head
engorged with blood. Suddenly, as she felt his mouth on her sex,
she heard his cry through the roaring in her ears.
     "I'm cumming! I'm cumming."
     There was a sudden plunge.
     Nola Augustine was almost suffocated as he pounded his hairy
groin onto her face, smothering her. Then she felt the spurts. She
almost threw up as the vile liquid filled her mouth. She could feel
it going right into her throat. She thought that his enormous staff
was right down in the pit of her stomach. Again and again, the foul
slime erupted into her mouth and she was forced to ingest the
disgusting mess. 
     She twisted against the bonds holding her wrists. The pain
shooting through her was like a flame thrower burning into the core
of her body. "Oh, please...mercy! Mercy!! Oh, please...please..."
Her gurgled mixture of grunts and muted cries went unheeded. Again
and again millions of needle-sharp sensations tore through her
body, sending her into a nether land of total agony.
                              * * *
     It had been a punishing evening. Somehow, her hands had been
freed. The torn bra lay on the floor, resembling a pair of wrist
manacles. It looked so hideous. Like a symbol of her sexual
bondage.
     She went into the little bathroom. Nola stifled back a sob. It
had been so disgusting with that fat animal. She ached from top to
bottom. She glanced in the grimy mirror. She saw herself, a tall
and leggy titan blonde. Her body was firm, slim, well-moulded. She
had a narrow waist, spreading hips. Her breasts bounced up and
down. Her nipples throbbed.
     "I look awful!" she conceded, noting the thick welts around
her wrists and the blemishes on her breasts and her buttocks... "He
must have bitten me all over when he..." She swallowed hard. It was
nauseating to think of how she had been bound and then forced to
take his stinking prick in her mouth. And when he came in her
mouth...
     She turned on the cold water. No drinking glass. She bent
over, her breasts swaying. The nipples touched the cold of the
cracked sink. A shudder swept through her body. She let the tremors
subside. Then she cupped her hands, took huge splashes of ice cold
water and splashed it all over her face and neck. She kept washing
out her mouth, as if the distaste of having sucked that fat man
could now be washed away. The water made her feel more alert. The
throbbing in her temples eased up.
     She found a soiled towel. "Better than nothing," she said to
herself. She soaked it, then swabbed her breasts and neck, then she
washed her pubic area, even inserting a wad of the cloth into her
semen stained orifice. Her clitoris reacted with trigger swift
response. She shivered, then quickly removed the cold cloth. She
was beginning to feel better.
     The memory of how the rape happened was coming back to her.
"It was disgusting...I don't know why I did it. I should never have
come here. Worse than that, why did I get mixed up with that
disgusting man and come up here?" She remembered how it had all
begun...
                              * * *



     Yesterday had marked the end of her fourth week and her motel
room rent was now due or out she would go. She had a handful of
bills in her purse and she needed these for food and other
essentials. She was feeling depressed and lost. 
     Four weeks, after leaving the fresh greenery and open mountain
air of the small town, and she had seen endless amounts of model
agencies all over the increasingly crowded, increasingly dirty and
increasingly cold city. But it was the same story wherever she
went.
     "We want girls who have appeared in other magazines."
     She protested. "But if nobody gives me a chance, how do I get
to appear in any magazine?"
     "Not our problem. Our customers want familiar faces. The
newcomer is a big risk in the modelling business."
     Some more sympathetic agents told her to go here, to go there,
to try this or try that. But is was always the same answer. The
skinny models who had flat chests and emaciated faces were the ones
who were hired. She had thought of going to some of those girlie
magazines, but decided against it. She had to make it as a
legitimate model. Wasn't there anybody who wanted a healthy country
girl's look with genuine blonde hair and green eyes! It was
frustrating. Originally, before coming here, she had assumed that
with her firm breasts, smooth figure, creamy white skin and
sensuous lips, she'd be a terrific hit as a model. Now she learned
that she was a "dime a dozen" as some cruelly told her.
     There had been one possibility. She was relieved to see a girl
in charge of the small agency's screening department. The girl had
a square-jawed face, mannish hair, wore a tailored suit. She had a
sultry voice. From a distance, she could have very well been a
young man.
     Nola Augustine thought nothing unusual of it. Lots of girls
who want to make it in a man's world have to look like men! So she
went into the screening room. The mannish-looking girl closed and
locked the door.
     "We have some underwear we need photographed. Do you want to
try it." She leered at Nola, licking her lips. "Go on, Nola, strip
down..."
     Nola's ears burned. She should have expected nudity, but she
looked for a changing room in which to undress. "Right here?"
     The girl moved closer, brushing against her arm. "That's
right, baby. Want me to help you?"
     Nola declined. She almost cried in despair. "Sorry, I don't
even want the job!" It had been a shocking experience that left her
shaken. 
     The next and last interview was with a long-haired hippie
looking young man. He leered at her.
     "Let's see you're hot stuff, blondie." He bent over, yanked up
her dress, and stared at the thighs which Nola instinctively locked
together. "Great legs!" His hand went between her thighs. "Wanna
get screwed?" He was sweating, rocking back and forth, while trying
to stroke her soft flesh. "Name it and I do it, honey!"



     She screamed, slapped his hand away, and pulled down her
dress. "Keep your hands off, disgusting animal!" She stormed out of
the studio in a daze, hearing the obscene laughter behind her. She
ran out to the street, jostling with the late afternoon office
workers and shoppers. She felt lost in the midst of it all. She was
defeated. What now? Her rent was due. If she didn't get a job
quickly, she would have to take her luggage and...
     Just why she went into the cocktail lounge was something she
could never figure out. But she felt she wanted to have something.
A drink? She never cared too much for alcohol but maybe if she had
a strong one, it would bolster her spirits.
     It was an expensive lounge. She sat at a small table, knowing
that drinks would cost plenty. But she still felt that the
luxurious surroundings would help boost her spirits. So she ordered
a martini...
     Later, the fat man came along. He had been watching her from
the bar. He offered to share her table and pay for her drinks. That
was tempting so she accepted his offer. 
     She had several martinis. Strong ones. Her memory was fuzzy.
She remembered that he had put his arm around her and that he had
a room on Eighth Avenue, in the seedy and shabby area of town. No
doubt, he had this room so he could pick up girls. They left the
bar. He bought a bottle at one of the side street liquor stores and
then he brought her to the fourth floor room of a dingy and fetid
hotel.
     They kept on drinking. Now she remembered how he had stripped
her and played with her breasts. His strong hands crushed the firm
pink flesh. He toyed with her nipples. His foul breath repelled
her. His tongue had snaked between her legs while his greasy hands
played with her buttocks, sticking fingers into her crevice until
she was screaming in disgust and pain.
     "I should never have let him," she bit back a flood of hot
tears, looking at herself in the yellow-stained mirror over the
soiled and cracked wash basin. "I should have kicked him between
his legs!" Then she felt a sudden churning in her stomach.
Suddenly, she was heaving up. She bent over the toilet bowl.
Everything rushed out of her. Again and again, she heaved up until
she was exhausted.
     When it was over, she felt better, weak, but the pressure was
eased. She washed again and sipped cold water. Then, she returned
to the bedroom.
     He had kicked back the torn sheet.
     He looked vulgar. His bloated body was white. Between his
parted thighs she saw the enormous cock. His hairy balls looked
equally disgusting to Nola. She saw the thick dark pubic hair. It
made her shudder.
     The way he had used her...no, the way he had abused her...
     She saw him stir. Quickly, she reached for her dress. She
looked for her bra and panties but they had been torn and were
useless. She slipped into her dress.
     Just then, he stirred again, then he was awake.
     "Hey...what...aoooo!" He sat up. Every roll of fat was alive.
His prick hung down between his thighs like a fist-thick club.

     "Boy...that sure was some night..." He reached for her, then
he remembered. "Hey, what time is it?" He looked confused. "What
time is it?" he demanded.
     "It's ten-thirty."
     "Of all the...hey, I gotta get going...boy, I sure have a
hangover...I got a meeting...my job depends on it..." He was livid
with anger as he jumped out of bed, wide awake. His nakedness
looked revolting. He looked around for his clothes. His prick
dangled limply, making him even more hideous. "Whew! I sure got a
load on! Hope I can make sense at the meeting."
     In a few moments, he was dressed. "Where the hell's my
necktie?"
     "Down on the floor...next to my panties..." she said bitterly.
     He frowned, then put on his tie. Now he was ready. He had a
small attache case with him. Despite his day's growth of beard and
unwashed look, he looked more like a tired businessman than a
vicious rapist. 
     "Hey, I'm in town for another week, cutie. Wanna get together?
Lemme know where I can reach you." He grinned, licking his lips.
"You sure got a hot pussy. When you took my prick in your mouth and
licked the end, baby...where'd you learn to be a cocksucker...?"
     "Shut up!" she snapped as a hot stream of red-faced tears
started flooding her eyes. She wanted to sink into oblivion. He was
disgusting! He made her feel like a cheap hooker. "Get out of
here," she howled.
     He shrugged. "Okay, okay." He reached into his pocket. He held
out a wad of bills. "Here...sorry about tearing your clothes. Take
it..."
     She felt her face burn. "Money! You offer me money! What do
you think I am? Some cheap whore!" She was choked up with sobs.
"Get out of here before I call the police!" Her voice was rising to
a shrill crescendo. She never before felt so humiliated and
degraded. "Get out of here."
     He threw the handful of bills on the bed. "Okay, so you don't
want to say it, won't say you're one of them cocksucking whores..."
     "Get out!"
     He slammed the door behind him. Nola collapsed on the foul
smelling bed, crying. Her face was buried in the grimy pillow,
weeping out her soul. She could still feel the warmth of his body,
she could still smell the sweat. She trembled. She felt filthy.
Like a common whore. Just like one of those bitches who called out
to men who walked along the streets. To make it worse she was given
money...
     Okay, Nola, she told herself, so you hit bottom. Now, let's
see where you go from here.                            Chapter 2

     Nola Augustine finally got up from the bed, telling herself,
"This is no good! This feeling sorry for yourself. This just won't
work. Get yourself together and see what the big world has for you.
     She went to the bathroom, scrubbed herself until her skin
gleamed with the country girl freshness that she knew so well; then
she brushed her hair and finally began to look decent. Then she
remembered something else. She hurried out of the bathroom.
     "Thank God! Good thing I didn't leave it as the lounge." It
was her small overnight bag. She had taken it from the hotel
knowing she could not return again since she owed them rent. Good
thing she had been able to sneak it out. "I wish I had some more
clothes." She felt angry that this was her only dress. She had
brought another one but it was torn and she had discarded it. And
to make things worse, the laundry had lost her best lingerie. Now,
under the dress, she was naked! It made her ears burn and her face
flush with embarrassment.
     "That bastard. He tore my panties. He used my bra to tie me
up. Damn him! Well, maybe it's a good thing that he did leave that
money. It'll pay for some of the damage he did to me!" She felt her
pulse race. Damage! He had done plenty to her mouth and her...
     Nola brushed aside those thoughts. She sat down on the stained
mattress. She took stock of her finances. She counted the money. He
must have had a real load on. She kept counting and counting.
     She cried out loud, "There's twenty-ten dollar bills here! Bet
he thought they were singles! This'll hold me for a couple of
weeks..." She clutched the money, then stuffed it all into her
overnight bag. "But I've got to find a job and a place to stay.
This money won't last long at a hotel...I've got to get a job, any
job."
     She was eager to get out into the early morning sunshine. It
was a clear day for a change. Outside, she walked along seedy
Eighth Avenue, dodged some wavering drunks, and narrowly escaped
the jerky, staggered movements of drug addicts. As she came to the
corner of 45th Street, a gust of wind caught up her dress.
     "Get a load of that pussy!"
     "Hey, cutie! Wanna get stuck in your snatch!"
     Her face clouded. She quickly pushed down her dress. Damn it.
She should be careful. The first chance she had, she would have to
buy some underwear. It was shameful to have to walk like this. She
hurried across the street, anxious to get away from the jeers of
the shabby men who had seen her nakedness when her skirt was caught
up in the wind. She had to fight down the embarrassment.
     Quickly, she made it to the better part of the city. Even
though she was unemployed, even though the city had mistreated her,
she liked the vitality and life here and wanted to be part of it.
     She stood at a corner newsstand and selected a local paper.
She felt the newsstand dealer's beady eyes on her breasts. She knew
that her bare nipples were clearly outlined against the bodice of
her dress. "Well? Are you going to stare at me or give me the
change?" she demanded curtly as she clutched the paper.


     He pressed some coins in her outstretched palm as he shifted
the cigar to the other side of his mouth. He flashed her a dirty
grin. "I'd like to give you more, honey. Maybe my prick's small but
my tongue is real hard!" he made a vulgar slurping sound as she
snapped back. "Dirty pig!"
     She was aware of his eyes even as she walked away. Of all the
nerve! She should have called a policeman! But then Nola realized
that being naked under her dress was an invitation to any man! She
would have to go to a lingerie store.
     Just then, the odour of food from a small cafe alerted her to
more important need. She had not eaten since yesterday afternoon!
She did not realize how hungry she was until she smelled the
cooking aroma from the cafe.
     "I'll grab a bite, then I'll look for some lingerie," she
thought.
     She went inside and noted an empty booth in the back. She slid
into the booth. The waitress kept staring at her dress. She looked
embarrassed.
     "I'll just have orange juice, an order of brown toast with jam
and black coffee!"
     She had to watch her money as well as her figure. She paid the
waitress, took the change and shoved it into her pocket. No tip,
she was thinking. That waitress has a job and free meals and I've
got nothing.
     While she sipped the juice and ate the toast, she turned to
the Help Wanted section of the newspaper and started to look at the
advertisements.
     Typists. Secretaries. Bookkeepers.
     She frowned and thought to herself, "I can't type worth a
damn. I never could understand dictation and columns of numbers
just make me dizzy." 
     The truth startled her. She couldn't get an office job and
even modelling looked hopeless. Nola almost burst out into tears.
Back home it had all seemed so glamorous and perfect.
     She knew that models made one hundred dollars an hour and up!
It was such a wonderful life of glamour and fun. Not like working
in an office. How much could an office girl make? Sure, two hundred
bucks a week. Knock off taxes, transportation and lunches, and
money to pay for new clothes and entertainment. Then there was
nothing left. Nothing!
     She finished the toast and, as she moved, she let one part of
the paper fall on the floor. Frowning, she squirmed. She saw the
cook staring at her. She could see the big, thick bulge in his
jeans. How disgusting!
     She reached under the table and retrieved the paper. Then she
saw another paper. She picked that one up as well. It was one of
those shocking tabloids.
     "I've heard of those papers," she said to herself. "Lots of
juicy scandal...you'd think people would have enough of the real
thing, instead of having to read these scare headline papers."




     Curious, she browsed the headlines.

     WHIPPED WITH A CAT O'NINE TAILS IN AN ORGY.
     MOUTH LOVER WAS THE NAME ALL BOYS CALLED ME.
     SPANKING; A PSYCHOSEXUAL COMPULSION.
     BONDAGE; LURE OF THE LEATHER LASH SET.

     A shudder ran through Nola, as she thought back to last night,
having been bound and forced into that...
     She quickly swallowed the last of her orange juice and then
started on the black coffee. Anything to wipe away the bitter taste
and the bitter memory...
     Nola turned the pages of the tabloid and then came upon a page
of Help Wanted ads. It was so surprising that she found herself
intrigued. She ran her fingernail down the list until she saw an
ad, it was a display ad, in large boldface type. It seized her
attention like a vice.

     WANTED; MODELS...NO EXPERIENCE REQUIRED

     Girls! Top money available for professional looking models. If
     you are between 17 and 24, have both beauty and talent, you
     can earn up to $300 per hour in the always-exciting modelling
     profession. Many of our models are moving into motion
     pictures, television, commercials and we always need
     replacements. Register today. We service the best media in all
     classifications. Special need for country type girls. Call
     555-1234 between Noon and 2 PM.

     Nola Augustine stared at the ad. She kept reading it over and
over. She looked at other ads but they all demanded experienced
models. Well, this one wanted 'professional looking' models so it
was different.
     They sounded anxious! The others that she had tried were so
cold, not even wanting to look at her (except to get between her
thighs!) after she said she was a beginner...
     For a moment she wondered.
     "Maybe this is just a come on. Maybe it's one of those
modelling schools that charge you for making up a portfolio and
charge you for lessons. Maybe I..."
     Then she made up her mind. She would have to try it. This was
the first real good lead she had come across in a long time.
Besides, it's in one of those weekly papers with a smaller
circulation so there's not likely to be a million girls lined up
outside the office. It's worth a try.
     She clipped the ad out of the paper and threw it beneath the
table. "I'm not going to carry that disgusting paper with me. Let
the cleaner sweep it up. It's his job and he's lucky to have a job.
     She saw a phone booth in the back of the cafe. She dug into
her pocket and took out a quarter. Then, lugging the overnight bag
into the tiny booth, she dialled the number. She was nervous. Her
heart pounded. Something told her that it was either this place or
she'd be back out on the street and maybe back home...but no, she
couldn't admit defeat and go back to that little town.
     Three rings.
     Four...
     An eternity...
     She felt a strange cold sensation and started to shiver. Then
she realized that her skirt had hiked up to her upper thighs. Her
bare buttocks were on the cold seat of the phone booth. It was a
sickening feeling. But being cold might be her future if she didn't
find a job soon.
     "Damn it," she whispered, "I've just got to get some panties."
     "Amazing Films!"
     Nola Augustine was jolted back to the present. At long last
someone had answered.
     "I...I'm calling in reference to the ad about models..." Nola
could hardly get out the words. It sounded so strange. "I... I ...
wonder if you still have an opening..." Her heart thumped wildly.
She kept writhing her naked buttocks on the cold metal seat,
ashamed of her red-faced responses. "I...would like to apply..."
     "Yes, of course...we still have some openings...I assume
you're new talent." The voice was cold. "Hello?"
     She swallowed her fear. She would have to speak up or else she
would lose this contact. "Y-yes... I had some experience back
home," she kept swallowing, feeling a stifling heat sweep through
her body. "I can use some extra assignments."
     "Good! Good," the cold voice answered curtly. "Are you free
for an interview this afternoon?"
     "Oh, yes!" she could hardly conceal her anxiety. This was no
time to play coy. "I'll be right over."
     "No, don't do that! We have some other work to do and we're
shooting a special video for a private customer," then he
hesitated, heard someone speak harshly and came back to the phone,
"but let's make it for about half past one this afternoon. How's
that?"
     "Yes, oh yes," she almost sobbed out her approval. This was
almost too good to be true. "Of course..."
     "May I have your name?"
     "Nola. Nola Augustine."
     "I'll mark it down, Ms Augustine," he replied, "and don't be
late or you'll be out of luck. We're located at 500 West 60th
Street. We have the entire building. Ring downstairs first. I'll be
on the third floor. My name is Curt. Don't forget, be on time,
we're quite busy here."
     "Th-anks...oh thanks so much..." Nola sniffed back a sob. Then
she realized she was talking to a dead phone. Curt had hung up.
Most of the model agents were that way. Brusque and to the point.
     Nola hung up. She could feel her heart thumping. At the same
time, she felt a little uneasy. But she had to have a job.
     Just as she was about to leave the glass enclosed phone booth
Nola was aware that there was a man in the adjoining booth.
     "Of all the..."
     She was shocked to see that he had opened his pants. He was
holding his stiff prick in his hands, pulling back the pink
foreskin, and he was sliding it up and down. He was red-faced and
excited. Their eyes met.

     "You...disgusting..." She mouthed the words, paralysed with
shock, unable to move. She knew that he was looking down at her
almost naked thighs.
     The man was masturbating as he looked at the startled girl in
the adjoining phone booth. It was incredible. Here they were, in
adjoining booths in the back of a cafe and this obscene display was
happening while the entire world outside was oblivious to it all!
     A feeling of nausea and loathing went through Nola as she
started to get up. The movement caused her breasts to move
suggestively under her thin dress, the bare nipples were hard from
the cold. She caught the hot and red eyes of the greasy looking
man. He intensified his efforts. Suddenly, just as Nola got up and
squeezed through the door, she saw the excited, florid-faced man
erupt while he looked at her. Again and again he spurted to orgasm.
     She was ready to puke from the sheer disgust of it all. "I
ought to call the manager," she was thinking, as she eased out of
the booth. "But...it might get me involved and I have to go to
Amazing Films. If I have to appear as a witness against that man,
I'll lose this chance..." She decided not to report it, and briskly
left the cafe, aware of the way the lunchtime crown of men were
looking at her slim hips. She could even hear one construction
worker mouth to his buddy, "That snatch ain't even got panties
...bet she'd like to get a big stiff prick stuck right up her..."
     Her face burned as she went out onto the street and tried to
lose herself in the noontime crowd.                             Chapter 3

     Nola was nervous as she walked uptown, jostled by the office
workers and shoppers. On more than one occasion, she felt someone
brush an arm against her buttocks or someone would push against the
twin mounds of her breasts, revealed enticingly beneath her flimsy
dress. She just kept on walking, holding onto her overnight bag.
She could feel her heart thumping remembering that disgusting man
in the telephone booth. He actually had opened his pants, taken out
his sweaty cock and was jacking off while he looked at her. It had
left her so shaken that Nola was still nervous and ill at ease as
she walked along the crowded street.
     She glanced at her wristwatch. She still had a half hour to
go. That was why she was walking. No sense taking a taxi. Too
expensive, she would just as easy walk over.
     She walked past theatres, record shops, pizza parlours,
endless restaurants and cocktail lounges, clothing stores and bars.
At long last she was close to her destination. She noted that the
area was old and shabby.
     Nola turned west, came to Eighth Avenue, saw the sleazy bars,
the rundown rooming houses and old hotels. In some of the doorways
she could see young girls wearing micro-minis, exposing the soft
lines of their bodies. She heard one call out, "Hey, high priced
hooker - you get lost, baby."
     Her ears burned. She could hear some of the street girls
laughing and making obscene remarks. She kept her eyes straight
ahead, avoiding the leers of some of the men who walked along
Eighth Avenue or stood on a corner and made obscene sounds with
their mouths. She was so ashamed!
     She turned a corner and now she was on West 60th Street,
looking for the building. It was an old block. There were boarded
up old houses rubbing shoulders with brand new glass towers and
there were elegant restaurants beside stinking cafes and dirty
sandwich shops. It was all so bizarre! It made Nola feel that she
was in the midst of a change of a before-and-after world, as if
suspended in time.
     She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost walked past
the building. Then she stopped and stared.
     500.
     It was a four-story brick building. It looked as if it had, at
one time, been a rooming house, but it had been remodelled and now
it did look like an office complex. She had to go up three steps,
then open a heavy wooden door. Inside, she was in a narrow lobby
with a locked inner door at the rear. A metal plate bore the name
of the company, AMAZING FILMS. Ring bell. Wait for buzzer.
     She straightened her dress, then quickly dug into her purse
for a comb. She ran the comb through her thick blonde hair as she
adjusted herself in the refection of the glass window. It's
natural. That's worth something.
     Trembling, she pressed the buzzer.
     A moment.
     Another moment.
     "Oh, please, please...don't disappoint me now, I just can't
take another disappointment...this is my last chance...
     An eternity passed and then an answering buzz. She felt the
tension melt as she pushed open the locked inner door and entered.
     There was no elevator. She walked up until she came to the
third floor. From inside, she could hear sounds of talking and some
strange cries. As she passed the second floor, she thought she
heard some strange slapping sounds. No, not slapping. More like
that of leather against a bare back or naked buttocks...and she
distinctly heard a girl's shriek...strange...Like somebody's uncle
spanking their children in the woodshed.
     She now stood before a frosted glass door on which was printed
the name: AMAZING FILMS. Walk in.
     She turned the handle and the door opened. She found herself
in a rather bright looking office. But the first thing she noted,
even before she approached the man at the desk, were the huge blow
up photos that stared at her from the walls.
     One photo showed a lovely redheaded girl. She was nude. Her
huge breasts were tied with rope and the nipples were grasped by
pincers. She had both of her wrists sealed in metal-leather like
gloves, and these had hooks that kept the wrists fettered behind
her to chains. Her naked pudenda had a triangular reddish pubic
thatch, and fingers were inserting a hideous looking...oh, mercy
...it was a dildo - a man's thing, complete with swinging balls
...and the hand was shoving it into the terrified bound girl's
vagina.
     She tore her eyes away. She saw another glossy photo on the
other wall. This showed a naked young male; he was tall, broad-
shouldered, had white-blond hair, a tanned body; and he was spread-
eagled to chains hanging from above. Naked, his enormous curved
erection dominated the scene. To make it even more lewd, there were
two girls - also naked. They were standing with their legs apart,
exposing their orifices. One girl's pudenda was shaved smooth, pink
and soft, with a protruding clitoris that peeked from the parted
lips.
     Nola saw that one girl held a huge leather-handled cat o'nine
tails in one hand - and she was flogging the man. From the
expression on his face, he was in the throes of a strange ecstasy.
He was rigid with desire.
     Then she saw what the other girl held in her hand. She was
shocked. "It's a dildo," she whispered to herself, "and that girl
is going to plunge it into the spread-eagled male's...In his anus!
The girl was going to dildo-sodomize the naked bound male while her
companion was going to flog him. It was like a scene out of the
Marquis de Sade...
     "Hello, You're Ms Nola Augustine?"
     She turned to the man behind the desk.
     "Yes...yes..." She recognized the voice from the telephone. He
looked like his voice. Curt was fair skinned and probably in his
early fifties. He was just about six feet tall with thinning brown
hair and piercing but intimate blue eyes. He wore a tight cotton
shirt. He had the muscular definition of someone who worked out
regularly. He had a trim waist. He wore a pair of tight fitting
jeans that outlined his thighs. He had ankle-high black leather
boots. "Yes...are you..." She found herself staring at the tight
jeans. For a moment, she almost felt wicked for staring at him.
     What was happening to her?
     He came toward her. "Yes, I'm Curt." He waved to a chair.
"You're right on time. That's good. Always make a good impression
by being punctual for an interview." They both laughed and some of
the tension was eased.
     As she sat down, she glanced around. There were other rooms on
this floor. She could hear telephones ringing, voices talking.
Someone came in and immediately glanced down at her breasts. An
impish looking young messenger boy with too-long hair and too-tight
pants stared at her.
     "Thanks, Rudy," Curt waved him away. "Stop staring! Get back
to work. You have a ton of mail to open and it's got to be sorted
today!"
     "Yeah, yeah, I work and you have all the fun, Curt," the boy
mouthed. "When do I...?"
     "Get outta here!"
     The boy scurried out, laughing as he closed the door.
     Curt smiled at her. "You've got to get used to all sorts of
smart asses in this business. They're mostly talk. Nothing else."
He ruffled a few stacks of glossy photos and filing folders on the
top of his huge desk. The photos were portfolio shots. Many showed
girls wearing strange looking leather tank tops, holding bullwhips,
or else they were wearing chain metal cinches, leg irons and wrist
cuffs - one girl was stark naked - with huge smooth breasts tilting
upward while her shaved pudenda looked so shockingly naked...and
her head was sealed in a bizarre hood! The hood was made of some
thin flexible type of rubber, and it sealed her head, outlining her
ears, her nose and her chin. Only two minute slits for breathing
marred the exquisite bondage image of her head glove. This naked
girl just stood there, looking so slave-like with her shaved
genitalia and the soft pinkish vaginal lips moist and exciting..
     Curt just brushed them aside, without even making any effort
to explain them.
     "Now, let me see, Ms Augustine...let me start off by saying
that Amazing Films should not be judged by its appearance. We
bought out a bankrupt film company and moved in here. Lots of old
equipment. We'll be moving across town to the East Side in a few
months. Brand new building. Wiring and outlets are being built to
order. It'll be a good deal." He flashed a grin. Curt's eyes went
up and down Nola's body, pausing at her breasts. He licked his
lips. Instantly, he was professional and business-like again.
"We've arranged some good contacts in the media. We can do lots of
good things for ambitious girls..."
     He took a small sheet of paper from his desk. The paper was a
typical application. He looked around for a pencil, scowled, then
found one.
     "Any experience, Ms Augustine?"
     She felt a pang of fear. Here it comes, she kept telling
herself. Here it comes...
     "No...just a little..." she decided to stretch the truth "...
for a local photographer back home..." She watched him intently as
he kept marking down some scrawled words on the paper. A little X
and she quivered again. Did it mean she was finished? Oh, please,
please...give me a chance...just a chance.
     "Mmmmmm, while that's a drawback, it's not fatal. Our ad said
we want beginners." He looked up and his eyes swept over her lithe
body. It was obvious he was excited. His tight blue jeans outlined
his slightly swelling prick. "You have a fresh and healthy outdoor
look. The country...and with that blonde hair...natural, too...
mmmmm..."
     "Yes, I'm a natural blonde," she tried to impress him with her
sole claim to being a model, namely the raw, earthy and all-natural
look. "I thought that agencies ware getting back to nature with
this natural appearance."
     "In this business, you get so experienced, you can see through
anything." Then he checked himself. "Married?" He poised his pencil
point on the paper.
     "No...I'm not," somewhat shyly. "I lived with my uncle, after
my parents passed on. He helped me through school, but after he had
his last and fatal heart attack, I was left all alone. The house
was so heavily mortgaged that it went on the auction block for
taxes, ... My uncle meant well, I suppose, and he went into debt to
put me through school, but after he passed on, I was all alone."
     Curt's face looked strangely relieved to hear this. "then
you're all alone...no one..."
     "Yes..."
     "Alone in the big cruel city," he said quickly as if not
wanting to pry any deeper, then made some other notations. "You're
about twenty or so? Underage?"
     "Oh no," she added hastily, "I'm twenty." Her heart thumped
wildly. If this chance were fumbled, she might just a swell give
up! There was nothing left for her to do. Silently, she breathed a
hope that Curt would give her a chance, any chance. She was willing
to pose for almost anything...
     He looked up abruptly. "While you do have the earthy or raw
natural look, you really don't have the build for fashion work." He
tilted back in the swivel chair. She could see his erection. It was
all so natural and so un-selfconscious. He was saying, "The fashion
magazines dig the angular, skinny kind of girl. No shape, really,
so that all attention goes to the clothes that they wear, not the
body or face. Your're lovely, a real good looking girl, but for
fashion..."
     "Is there anything else?" she fought to keep the fright from
showing. "Anything!"
     He smiled, revealing even white teeth. "Well, we could get you
some advertising work, maybe in cooking or even some outdoor scenes
on the beach. It's possible. We have some indoor scenes we have to
shoot before the day is over..."
     "Oh? Perhaps...perhaps you could use me." She fought against
the rising anxiety. Despite it all, she realized that this might
well be her last opportunity and she would have to get the
assignment or else she would be back on the street to...who knew
what? "I have nothing else planned," she feigned a professional
shrug.
     Curt was looking her up and down. "Possibly. Let me explain
that we do our own video work here. We pay about $200 an hour and
sometimes even more depending on the assignment. We also lend our
models out to other studios. Our commission rate is 30% for that.
The fees will go higher as we go along. If you're interested I may
be able to fit you into this afternoon's shots." He scribbled some
information on the paper and then looked at her. "What do you say?"
     "Of course," she could feel the tremendous pressure easing
from her shoulders. "Of course, Curt. What sort of assignment is
this one?"
     "It's just...something that a private client wants. Oh, it'll
be with another girl...she's experienced, worked a lot for us, and
she'll help you. The two of you will do a thirty minute video.
Takes about an hour. But we'll pay you the minimum of $200 for the
work and then you'll have some credits. We can get you more
assignments if you're willing to some of the private stuff."
     "Yes, Yes, I"ll be glad to do it." She could scarcely believe
her good fortune. It was incredible. All she had done was to
telephone, having seen Amazing Films advertised in that discarded
weekly tabloid. That was all. One phone call and now she was going
to get her first assignment! "Yes, I'm ready now."
     He took her into an adjoining room. Several people were
leaving. There was a glimpse of a girl wearing a leather outfit
that was more like a nightgown. The girl had enormous breasts that
were held by the bodice of the leather top. There was someone else
in the corridor. A flash of identity.
     A naked man!
     Then the door closed. Curt flicked on some lights. Nola
Augustine could see the array of video cameras and light-stands,
several couches and props, a fake palm tree, and some sand on the
floor. A leather bullwhip dangled carelessly from a hook in the
wall. A pair of leg irons were draped over a chair.
     "A special assignment," smiled Curt. "I'll call Pat...the girl
...and you'll do your first video for us."                            Chapter 4

     Pat Hume was a dark-haired girl with a provocative body. The
moment she came into the room she was noticed. She may have looked
feminine in her leather stretch pants and a tiny leather bra, but
her voice was sultry and masculine. In one hand, she had a peculiar
looking chain metal item. In the other hand, a leather paddle.
     "I'll be working the camera," Curt was saying. "The others are
busy. Oh, Pat, this is Nola. Will you help her into her costume?
Then, the two of you will go through the routine I'll describe.
Now, both of you go behind that screen while I set up and lights
and camera."
     Feeling week-kneed, Nola went with the rather masculine Pat
Hume behind the screen. "I...I'm rather new at this," she admitted,
as she leaned against the wall. Then she was horrified to see a
glossy black and white photo that was pasted onto the inside
screen. "Oh, it's...it's..." She felt her cheeks flush.
     Pat smiled. "Those are just trick shots," the butch girl put
her arm protectively around Nola, ran her leather gloved hand up
and down her soft back, then came down to the protruding buttock
cheeks, making Nola flinch. "Amazing Films has a lot of different
clients who pay plenty for these way out scenes."
     Nola Augustine shivered against the girl's warm leather hands
on her body. Then she stared at the photo. It showed a lovely
brunette who was spread-eagled to wall hooks as if in an ancient
dungeon. She was raw naked. She was shaved. It was almost exciting
to Nola to see the naked labia majora, and the parted urethral
orifice, the clitoris poking out. But the girl looked terrified.
     Another girl, clad from head to toe in a tight rubber outfit,
resembling that of a scuba diver, with only slits for the eyes,
nostrils and the mouth offering just a hint of coveted freedom was
in the picture. The girl was kneeling and she was about to put her
wet tongue into the shocked and terrified spread-eagled bound
girl's cunt.
     "Oh, it's...it's..." Nola was red-faced. For a moment she felt
panic and a sense of female modesty. "I didn't think it was that
kind of posing. No, Pat," she moved away from the girl's stroking
fingers."I don't want to pose like that. I'm sorry! I can get those
jobs but I don't want my pictures to end up in those sleazy sex
shops."
     "Nothing to worry about. This film is for a private collector
who will never release it. Now, Nola, you're in good hands. Some of
the models here make up to a hundred grand. In just a year or two
and if you're careful, you can settle down to a life of ease,
managing your investments." The leather covered hands went down,
and suddenly, the two hands yanked up the flimsy dress. "Nothing
underneath?"
     "No! Stop! Please, Pat, don't..." Nola felt panic as the dress
was hiked up above her head, turning into a hood, obscuring her
sight. She tried to struggle but succeeded only in having the dress
tightened around her head. Now, her breasts bounced around, while
her naked buttocks were playthings for the leather girl. "Oh, Pat
...stop..."

     Suddenly, a pair of very cold wrist bracelets were snapped
around her wrists. Both wrists were secured behind her back.
     She nearly lost her balance. "Please! Stop that! I'll scream!
Get away from me! NOO! DON"T STICK YOUR FINGERS IN MY...NOOOO!!!"
     Nola Augustine had no idea just how it happened. But one
moment she was staggering on her high heels, the next moment,
strong arms had taken her out from behind the screen. She did not
know where she was being taken. It was not too far.
     "Put her down there! Okay, now, we'll start the camera and for
God's sake, Pat, do it quick - but be thorough. We've got to get
the real meat of this scene in just thirty minutes. So get to
work!"
     "I've been waiting for some fresh meat for a long time," the
lesbian leather girl said.
     Nola was flung down on a rough rug. Her shoes were taken off.
Except for the hood-like dress that was now twisted around her
head, the blonde girl was naked.
     She screamed as she felt leathery fingers pluck at her
nipples, twisting them like knobs. She screamed again as she felt
more leathery fingers pat her cunt.
     "Oh, NO! Stop! Let me go! I don't like this! I don't do this!"
Her wrist-shackled hands struggled. She could feel her delicate
flesh tearing. She felt a shock wave of hammering tension as it
went shooting from her groin right to her head. She was sweating in
the sack-like confines of her ruined dress. Her buttocks were being
pulled along the floor, then her legs were stretched apart. "NOOO!
Stop! Don't put anything on my ankles! NO! I don't want to do this!
Please! Let me go!"
     Curt was saying to another person, "Go on! Hurry up! The
cameras taping. Get those chains around her ankles. Tie them to
those floor bolts. Then we'll really get into it. Pat...go on ...
work her over. We've only got twenty-five minutes.
     "Right on, Curt, baby!"
     Nola was pulled into a tortuous position. On the floor, the
dress was a hood, adding humiliating mystery since she did not even
see what was happening to her. She had her wrists shackled behind
the small of her back, forcing her breasts forward. Her nipples
were hard with fear. Then, her slender ankles had been pulled apart
and fettered with ancient vintage, rusty leg irons. She couldn't
close her thighs. 
     She heard the slight hum of the camera.
     "Easy, darling, easy," the leather covered girl was purring as
her leather palms went up and down the milky whiteness of the
sobbing Nola. "Easy, this is going to make you feel good!"
     Nola felt the girl's wet tongue go up and down the inside of
her thighs. It was disgusting! It was perverted! Yet, the more Nola
struggled against her wrist and ankle shackles, the harder Pat
attacked her with forbidden lusts.
     "OOOO!!! Don't lick me there! No! You're a pervert! Please,
someone, Curt...oh, mercy...MERCY!!!"
     From somewhere, a voice said, "What a great ass, she's got.
Get on to it."


     Another guttural sounding voice was saying, "Look at her cunt.
She should be shaved! Look at that dyke suck on her. She's sticking
her tongue right into that hole."
     Nola surged and twisted. She had to fight against the wave of
oblivious nothingness that was threatening to engulf her. She
screamed again.
     "OH, STOP! NOO! DON'T LICK ME! PLEASE!! STOP! STOP IT!! LET ME
GO!! PLEASE LET ME GO!! MERCY...MERCY...MERCY!!"
     The humiliation went on. The camera with its evil red eye kept
grinding away.
     Pat was sucking the bound girl, using her tongue right in her
pussy, nibbling with teeth at the raised labia, while her leather
palms cupped the magnificent buttock mounds, her thumbs in the
sweaty crack of Nola's ass. Pat kept on sucking, licking, forcing
her tongue into Nola's slit, biting on the clitoris, sending waves
of pain through Nola's body.
     The camera continued its peeping-hearing exposure while the
lesbian used her mouth in the most debauched and degrading manner.
At long last, just when Nola's arms and legs felt as if they would
be ripped off, just when her entire body was sent into a series of
contortions, she was suddenly released.
     The dress was ripped completely off. Naked, the blonde girl's
lovely creamy white face was twisted in shock. Tears had made her
makeup run. Her body bore tiny bite marks.
     "Oh, what did you do to me? Oh, I'm ruined! I'm ruined!"
     She sat on the dirty floor. She cried out in pain as she tried
to get up. Her throbbing crotch still echoed with the sensations of
that disgusting sucking mouth. "I...I don't know what to say," she
broke out in a series of choking sobs, trying to catch her breath.
"It's disgusting. I never wanted to do this, I never wanted it..."
     Pat re-appeared after having vanished from the scene. She held
a negligee. It was pink. It was transparent. "Here, darling, get
into this." She ran her hands all over Nola's thighs, helping
herself with what Nola had to offer. "Hey, Curt, didn't you tell
this pussy what type of videos she'd be playing in?"
     Curt appeared. He was sweating. His face was red. From all
appearances he obviously had a terrific erection. He wiped the
sweat off his forehead. "I...I didn't get around to it. Besides, we
needed this tape or the creep who pays for it will cancel our
weekly assignment. He's got to have it tomorrow morning. She just
walked in..."
     "Just walked in!" Pat was opening her leather outfit. Her
breasts were released from the tight leather bra. The red marks
from the tight edges were like brands on her milky white flesh. 
     Curt kept staring at Nola's body, her breasts, her nipples.
Her blonde pubic hair, the bruised and bitten pussy. He could feel
his hard-on enlarging. To himself he was saying. Damn it, that was
great. If I stuck my prick into her cunt I'd hit a screaming
climax. I sure got myself a red hot pussy! Aloud, he said, "Now,
Pat, you know that the customer says if we miss the deadline just
once, then he'll cancel the year's contract. We needed a new girl.
The others just didn't make it. So Nola here looked good...and
besides, her face won't be seen, so what's the problem!" He was
trying to find some excuse to ease Pat's conscience.
     "I'm ruined!" sobbed Nola Augustine, clutching the nightgown
around her slim body. She felt Curt's eyes on her. She saw others
in the room. For the first time, Nola knew what is was to be a
model for underground pictures. Everyone would stare at her
nakedness. Maybe she was not cut out for this work, after all. She
sniffed. "I...I'm so ruined. Please...please...I want to lie down!"
     Curt sat down on a straight backed chair. He had a thick wad
of bills in one hand. "I suppose I should have told you that it was
going to be an underground video."
     "A jerk off film is more like it!" snapped Nola.
     He turned to her. "But maybe I can make it up to you. Here's
what we can do for you. Suppose we put you on a straight free-lance
basis, on a commission arrangement. We'll guarantee to give you a
grands worth of work each week - we'll sign a contract! All legal.
If you show willingness and aptitude, then we'll give you more
work! You can make up to five grand a week, maybe even more. Sure,
you'll have to work hard, but you have to admit that it's good
money. And if you get enough bookings, you may be able to make it
for some glamour magazines, maybe even a TV commercial. We do that
work, too. We have a full service studio here, Nola, and we do
everything from the idea to actual selling. You're in with a good
Agency so you should think it over. Now, here's what I want to do,
take this for today's work. It's just a start."
     She found herself holding a set of bills - three bills.
     "One thousand dollar bills! She was aghast. Her mind raced. If
she made at least a grand weekly it was close to $52,000 yearly!
That was just the minimum! There was more! Also, she needn't always
do this work. Her thoughts kept racing. This was the deal she
wanted! She fondled the crisp bills. She forgot the sharp pain in
her groin. All she knew was that now, it was suddenly coming true.
She would be a model! "Well, I suppose...I mean...I could use the
money..."
     "Then it's a deal. My lawyer will draw up the papers and you
can come by on Monday and sign them...and we'll start a schedule
for you so you'll have a guaranteed minimum of one thousand dollars
worth of work each week."
     They laughed together and much of the tension was eased.
"Okay, Pat," Curt was saying as he got up, "suppose you give our
little blonde some clothes. Oh say, what's your address, Nola? I
we'll need it right now for the contract.
     She hesitated. She glanced at both Pat and Curt. "Oh, I...was
staying at a hotel...I don't know the name...I think it had a
number or something...and I...I..."
     "Okay, okay, suppose Pat gets you into a decent place. Say, I
know what. Let us do some of your managing. Lots of the
professional models do it. It'll free you of responsibility. That
means we'll pay your rent, pay your credit cards - you've got to
have those - and our lawyer with our accountant will invest your
savings. Top grade securities. It'll all be done with your
approval, of course. We'll start right out by getting you into a
nice apartment."                             Chapter 5

     It did not take Nola long to learn that the city had both a
seamy and a luxurious side. She was soon happily living in a lovely
East Side penthouse studio apartment with wall to wall windows
overlooking the river. The river was a velvet dark blue in the
moonlit darkness. Even the occasional sound of a ship or fog horn
gave her a wonderful feeling. And to make it even better, she was
getting more and more assignments from Amazing Films.
     Just then the telephone rang.
     "Nola, I have a special type of video I want to make. We have
some out-of-towners here - film makers - and they'd like you to
make a video for them. It could be a good chance for you." His
voice sounded cautious, hesitant. Curt sounded as if someone was
there in his office and he could not speak freely. "Do you think
you can be here...about two hours from now. It'll take us that long
to set things up."
     Nola knew she had to accept the offer. It was all part of the
complicated contract she had signed. She felt obligated as well. It
did sound interesting. "Sure thing, Curt, I'll be there."
     In her marble tub she soaked for a half hour in fragrant bath
salts. She knew, by now, to have a clean and shining body before
going to the studio. 
     She left the bathroom door open. Since she lived alone, Nola
knew she had nothing to fear. Often, she would prance around the
huge furnished apartment stark naked. This time, though, she felt
that there was someone watching her!
     She saw the man - the window cleaner - perched outside her
window, watching with wide eyes. He was a young man, she noted. His
pants were bulging. He was fondling himself. He kept watching the
naked blonde girl.
     "You...you!" In a rage, forgetting that she was wet and naked,
she darted out of the bathroom. "Peeping Tom! I'll have you
arrested!" she screamed as she reached up to pull the drawstrings
of the curtain. She burst into a vale of tears as the curtain
obscured her nakedness.
     It had been a sordid experience. Quickly, she jumped back into
the tub and finished her bath. She felt frustrated most of the
morning. "I should report him!" But even as she dressed she
realized she could not do it. "I'll just have to be more careful
from now on. The shades stay shut when I'm nude."
     She glanced at herself as she hurried along the street. In a
window she saw herself as a lovely looking girl. The blonde hair
was now elegantly styled. She kept her original pony tail but it
was thinned out and looked sleek. It had been expensive, going
twice weekly. But it was worth it. And the hairdresser always sent
the bill to the Agency. It always made her feel so glamorous, so
professional.
     In her new and skin tight silk dress, her rounded buttocks
rotated in a rhythmic swaying, setting off whistles and catcalls
from sidewalk loungers, as she made her way toward the small
building which housed Amazing Films. By now, Nola was becoming used
to the remarks, feeling somewhat thrilled that she was noticed. It
was only a matter of time, she was thinking, as she came upstairs
and entered Curt's office, before she would probably be hired for
a magazine cover or even a television commercial. And once that
happened, all of dreams would be realized and she could dump this
filthy studio and Curt.
     There were two men with Curt. When she saw them, Nola felt her
heart pound. She could feel their beady eyes on her body in more
than just a professional appraisal.
     One man was tall, wearing a pair of leather pants, and a black
leather jacket. He was good looking, even though his motorcycle
helmet gave him a cruel look. The other was shorter, wearing jeans
and cowboy boots. He looked sensual.
     "Prompt. I like that!" Curt ushered her into the office. He
looked nervous, ill at ease. "Nola, you'll be doing some work for
these men. They're renting our studio for the afternoon. This is
Tony" nodding toward the leather covered man, "and this is Pedro -
he's from Argentina. He has a...string of theatres down there and
makes his own films here to sell to his...clients."
     "Oh, that's nice."
     Nola shook hands with both of them and felt how they kept
looking her up and down. It set off a sensual warmth in her loins
despite her slight feeling of caution. She looked at Curt. 
     "I'm glad you thought of me."
     Pedro was saying, "You are much lovelier in person than in
your photographs, my dear. I'm sure you will be a tremendous
success in our video. We even have a little script ready. We shall
give you directions as we go along. The costumes are over there."
He nodded to the inner room in which the various pieces of
equipment were kept.
     Curt was very nervous. "I'll get the camera ready. Oh, Nola,
would you like to see some of your pictures? These are the latest
ones that we took. They're for your portfolio."
     "Yes, please."
     She picked up a sheaf of glossy eight-by-ten enlargements.
Some were black and white. Others were in colour. She went through
the shots. There she saw herself - bare naked, her wrists in tight
chains, high above her head. Her ankles had been parted. Her sex
was exposed. Her breasts were clamped. A hand wearing a leather
glove - a hand holding a huge bullwhip, jet black with a quirt tip,
was visible at the top of the photo. It looked like she actually
enjoyed this bizarre scene.
     In another picture she was wearing a pair of black leather
bikini briefs. Her pubic hair curled above the leather. Her breasts
were captured in a small leather bra. She was being tortured on a
body stretching device that could have been taken from an dungeon.
     But the most horrifying pose was one in which she was placed
on a rack - she remembered how she had reluctantly agreed to do it
- and in this pose, she had her arms and legs sealed into a pair of
leather shackles - spread-eagled.
     A brutal looking lesbian with a dildo fettered to her trunk,
had mounted her, aroused her, inserted fingers into her anus,
brought her to a screaming pitch of arousal - and when Nola had
begged for relief, the lesbian had plunged the dildo into her
gaping orifice. All the while, the camera had taken it all down.

     Nola had been thoroughly shaken after it was over, she could
not return to the studio again for several days. She would have
quit, right then and there, but she was too involved. Her credit
cards demanded more and more money. Her monthly rent increased. her
expenses increased. And Amazing Films insisted that she do more
work. Now, looking at these photos, remembering that she was
receiving up to $300 an hour and sometimes even more for the
bizarre poses, she swallowed her inhibitions. But it was still
embarrassing to look at the poses while the men were exchanging
glances.
     "Everything's set up. Now, I'll work with these two, and I'll
tell you just how to do it all." Curt had brought them into the
studio. "Okay, strip down, Nola, and put on those costumes that
you'll see on the bench."
     Nola felt uncomfortable at the thought of these greasy looking
men who were going to be present. Then she told herself that she
would have to re-evaluate some of her ideas about modesty, if she
wanted to make a success at this career.
     "Yes, Curt," she said as she swallowed nervously, aware of the
way they kept looking at her. "It'll take a couple of minutes."
     Behind the screen, she unzipped, then let her dress fall down
on the floor around her trim ankles. She could hear odd little
whispers coming from outside.
     She took off her bra then her panties. Naked, she looked
around and noticed the small bench but no costumes. "Curt...there's
nothing here...what'll I wear?" she called from behind the safety
of the screen.
     "Just come out, Nola, and we'll get your costumes in a few
minutes. They're being adjusted."
     She bit her lip. He could have told her beforehand that there
were no costumes here. But that was Curt...always full of little
tricks. She felt embarrassed. Appearing raw naked before strangers.
     She swallowed down her fears.
     A model would have to be more professional than that, she told
herself. A model regards her body as a commodity and not as
something personal.
     "We're waiting, Nola!"
     She stepped out from behind the screen, knowing that she was
totally exposed. Almost at once, Pedro, the Argentinean gasped,
"What a body!" It was a whisper. "Look at her tits. Firm! and that
smooth skin..."
     "Turn around!" That was from Tony, the leather clad man.
"Let's see your ass!"
     Fighting back her flood of tears, she turned around. Then she
felt a pair of hot hands testing her buttocks and stroking the
backs of her thighs. He ran his fingers in the crease of her ass.
This mauling sent her into a screaming rage."
     "Keep your hands off!" she yelled, whirling around. "You don't
have to do that to me!"
     Pedro, the swarthy Latin, cursed in a guttural tone. "You are
a wild one. In my country we would have you tied down and spanked
until your ass was striped from top to bottom. Then you would beg
to suck a man's prick!"

     "Easy, easy!" That was Curt, looking even more nervous. He
came between them. His face was perspiring. "The girl's right. You
don't have to fool with her. This is strictly business." He turned
to Nola. "Okay, we're losing time. Let's get started."
     He began to take light-meter readings. A prop man came into
the studio. The man opened one of the prop couches into a bed. To
the four ends were bolted strong looking chains with wrist or ankle
manacles dangling from the ends. The bed sheet was a huge rubber
spread. There were several other items that resembled rubber
paddles and leather belts. These were placed on a low stool by the
bed.
     Curt was saying, "These are going to be colour shots, Nola.
Now stretch out on that bed. I want to get a reading. We cant lose
those flesh tones."
     Feeling anxious, Nola stretched her nude body out on the
rubber spread. The cold rubber sent uncontrollable waves of shivers
through her body. Her nipples hardened. The two greasy men were
eyeing her intimately. Their eyes were fastened to her blonde pubic
hair.
     Curt stood above her, holding his light meter first above her
hair and then her breasts, down to her belly and then her sex,
making her flinch. She fought against the fear. She didn't want
anyone to fondle her.
     "Stand up," Curt ordered.
     On weak legs, she stood. She could hear Pedro speaking in
guttural Spanish and then saying in English, "A bitch like that
with those nice tits and ass would make a fortune in Rio or Buenos
Aires."
     "Shut up!" snapped Tony. 
     Just then, the adjoining door opened and in walked two men.
Both looked as if they were models for fitness gyms. They wore skin
tight pants and T-shirts. They were young and looked sensually
cruel. They looked at Nola and smirked. "This is going to be fun."                             Chapter 6

     Nola flinched. What kind of video was this? Curt had not told
her there would be others in the video. "Curt! Who are they?"
     "They'll be in the video with you. I thought I mentioned it on
the phone, didn't I?" He looked like a boy who had been caught in
a lie and was trying to get out of it. "Oh, maybe I didn't, Nola,
but what's the difference?"
     "I...I..." She felt betrayed. The two young athletes were
robust, outdoors types, similar to those seen in the male magazines
that were sold to queers. But they had cruel expressions. "I mean
...I don't know them..."
     "Nothing to know." That was the taller one. He walked toward
her with an athletic gait and a cruel swagger. He was looking over
her smooth nakedness, staring at the blond triangle of hair at the
base of her belly. "Smooth cunt," he muttered. What's her ass like?
He turned her around and gasped. "What an ass!" When his hands
stroked the rounded swells, he make her jump. "She's real sensitive
there! Good! I like a sensitive girl!"
     "Keep your hands off!" she tearfully jumped away. "Curt, oh
please, I don't..."
     But Curt was already busying himself and nervously feigned
ignorance of what was going on. It was still apparent that he did
not like the way it was all working out, but that he was trapped.
What was going on here? Nola wondered.
     "Okay, we're ready," he said quickly. "Now, Nola, just lay on
the bed."
     The two boys stood by until Tony said sharply, "Okay, boys,
strip down! Let's see what you've got! Think we're paying you just
to ogle! Get your pricks out! That's what we're paying for!"
     The two scowled and one said, "Damn queer!"
     "Hurry up!" snapped Curt.
     Nola Augustine sprawled on the rubber sheet. Now her nakedness
was open to their leers. She could feel the heightening sense of
embarrassment more than before. She fought down the rising and
choking fountain of tears. 
     There was a rustle as both of the young male models stripped
right in front of her. They did it quickly, routinely.
     She gasped when she saw their smooth nakedness.
     Even Pedro said, "What a pair of pricks they've got! They'll
split her snatch and ass wide open!"
     She looked closer at the taller male, the broad shoulders, his
upper chest rippled, the narrow waist and his enormous cock
protruding from thick black pubic hair. It was huge, like that of
a thick sausage, with an enormous uncut knob. His balls hung
loosely. He parted his strong legs.
     "No! I don't want to do that type of pose! NOOO! Stop it!
Please, oh Curt! I can't...no..."
     The other male was shorter but he had an abnormally long cock.
Although it wasn't as thick, it curved up to his belly. He had
thick dark hair over his entire crotch. 
     "Let's get the action going!"


     Without warning, she was seized by both of the young men. The
camera started to record. Lights flashed. With a shock, Nola
realized that they were going to make a bondage video.
     "NOOO!!!"
     "Get her hands and ankles tied! Front - first. Then we'll turn
her over. That's why we've got two guys. One fucks her in the
snatch or mouth, the other one fucks her in the ass! Pedro was
excited. He was huge with voyeuristic joy. He was fondling himself.
Tony was also aroused. He urged them on.
     "Easy, honey, easy...it ain't gonna hurt if you don't struggle
...what's first...snatch or ass?"
     "Get her ass first! That'll make her beg for mercy!" Pedro was
cruel as only a primitive Latin can be cruel. Whip her ass!"
     Nola was suddenly jerked around, her wrists were twisted
upward. She screamed. "Don't tie my wrists! NOOO!"
     The two men worked with feverish ecstasy. They were both
stiff. Their enormous organs bounced up and down. Their balls swung
lewdly. Their bodies rippled with muscles; they had oiled
themselves to provide a glowing sheen. Now they looked almost
superhuman. They were excited by dominating the blonde girl
     "Hurry up! We gotta do it quick! Damn it, I'll get off if we
don't get her ass up!" the taller male cried out. "I like to screw
ass...but first..."
     Her wrists were cuffed with the horrible metal manacles that
were welded to chains. Rusty hinges and chains rattled. The sounds
were picked up by the tape. Light flashed. The cameras continued to
record Nola's unpleasent experience.
     Her breasts were mashed down on the rubber sheet of the
hideous torture bed. She felt her bare hips rub against the rubber.
She screamed as she was seized by the ankles. "No, don't chain up
my ankles! Oh, Please! Curt! Mercy...Don't, don't!"
     Her screams further whetted their warped urges.
     The other muscle man had gripped her slender ankles, then
pried apart her legs. Cold metal was clamped around the ankles. She
was spread-eagled - ass up!
     "Whip her!" Pedro's order, simple, cruel.
     The other boy picked up a leather paddle. It was flexible,
about nine inches in length, two inches thick, with a snub-nosed
handle. Through it were drilled small holes.
     "Whew! Am I hot! I'm gonna go off...!!"
     "You do that," snapped Tony, "and you're gonna get your balls
cut off! We're paying you plenty to whip and screw this bitch so
don't you go wastin' it! Come on! Get on with it!"
     Nola screamed as she felt the lash on her bare ass.
     "YEE OWWWW! OOOO!!!
     WHACK!!
     SMACK!!
     CRACK!!
     The small studio echoed with the sounds of the leather lash as
it slashed across Nola's spread buttocks. He lashed one cheek. Then
the other. The camera recorded it all.  
     Nola screamed as the white-hot flames shot through her
buttocks. It was agonizing. It was torture. To make it more
painful, the little holes left a series of corresponding welts over
her buttocks, almost like branding her. Now she knew the reason for
the holes in the paddle.
     Pedro had opened his pants and took out his rigid cock and
started to slide his hand up and down over it. He was breathing
rapidly. His face was livid red with inflamed veins bulging. "I
want to see her ass flogged. "MAKE HER SCREAM!!" he yelled as he
intensified his warped masturbation fantasy, jerking his pelvis
back and forth, overcome with the scene being recorded in front of
him.
     "OOOO!! It hurts! Please stop! MERCY! DON'T WHIP ME!! NOOO!!!"
Nola imagined a million red hot ants crawling up and down her ass
as the punishment continued. The leather slapped hard again and
again. "OOOOO!!"
     She struggled against the chains. The rusty squeal added an
ominous sound. She thought she had been transformed to some hideous
past age, in an ancient dungeon where cruel torturers were
punishing her during a sexual orgy. "OOOOO! Don't...Please....help
me....someone....please..."
     The boy was drenched in oily sweat. His face was twisted up in
a leer. His cock was almost bursting with carnal cravings.
     Tony was gasping for breath as he manipulated his prick. "Look
at his stiff prick! It's like steel! Look at those balls. Whipping
that ass is sure giving him a hard-on!" He was sweating profusely
with excitement.
     The whipper was unable to control himself. "I gotta stick it
in her ass! I gotta. I can't hold it," he choked obscenely.
     "Go on! Fuck her ass!" came the order from Pedro.
     Nola couldn't react quick enough. One moment hot sheets of
intense flame burned into her ass. But suddenly, something else
attacked her.
     She bucked and writhed. She felt the body on top of her. She
felt the hard hands grip her flaming buttocks and pry them apart.
She was going to sodomized.
     "NO! DON'T! NOT THERE! She forgot everything in her
desperation to stop the ultimate agony. "No, you can't, please!"
     "Damn it, she's got a tight ass! Gotta force it in!"
     "Get it in!" yelled Pedro, masturbating wildly. "Punish her!
Punish her like we do in my country! Stick it in her ass!"
     Nola knew that this was going to be worse than the beating.
She howled. "YEE OWWWW!! IT'S TOO BIG! TAKE IT OUT!! MERCIFUL
MASTER!! TAKE IT OUT!! IT'S SPLITTING ME!! IT'S TEARING ME!!
AHHHHHHH OWWWWWW!!! PLEASE, HAVE MERCY....!!!"
     He pierced her anus. He had become so inflamed by flogging her
that he was not unable to hold back. Also, he derived an abnormal
gratification out of wanting to punish and humiliate her.
     He plunged his steel-like rod deep into the moist channel of
Nola's whipped ass.
     A shock wave.
     Nola screamed in despair, in agony, in humiliation, as she
felt the log pierce her anus, twisting between her buttocks. She
screamed and writhed, twisting against her wrist and ankle
shackles. She shrieked as the room spun, as she felt the boy's
enormous cock plunge deeply into her. This was inhuman punishment.

     He plunged in and out. The camera highlighted every curve,
every ripple, every thrust, every agonized attempt at refusal. It
was a flagellant's dream.
     Pedro was masturbating. Tony was masturbating. Both were
almost ready to explode.
     The guy raping Nola's ass paused. He sucked in his breath. His
body erupted. He plunged. Nola howled. She almost tore her wrists
and ankles as she struggled against the bondage. She wailed her
lungs out.
     "It hurts! It's slicing me in half! It hurts!" She felt the
huge male shaft as it plundered her insides. She could feel the
boy's heavy balls slamming against her pussy. Suddenly, when she
thought her entire body would be split in half, when the hot
throbbing threatened to burn her up, she heard the boy scream.
     "I'M CUMMING! RIGHT IN HER FUCKING ASS! HERE IT COMES!!"
     Nola gurgled a scream as she felt his heavy body suddenly slam
down on hers as his cock exploded. The gushing spurts tormented her
insides. Again and again, she fought against the bonds holding her
while the boy humiliated her. She was one livid sheet of shocking
pain. She slumped in her chains, sobbing from the warped pain that
engulfed her.
     The boy had completely drained himself and reluctantly pulled
free.
     "Okay, okay, now I go..."
     The other sadist readied himself.
     Behind the camera, Curt caught everything in close-ups. Every
intimate motion, even that of the boys's still rigid cock being
withdrawn from Nola's anus. It would certainly cater to the warped
urges of the twisted viewers who would pay plenty to see such a
video.
     The second man worked swiftly. He was oiled with lotion and
perspiration. His cock was hard and ready.
     "Okay, turn her over...I'm gonna stick it in her cunt...come
on, come on..."
     Pedro was almost there. Standing in the shadows, out of view
of the lens, he was pushing himself to a peak. "Hurry up! I can't
wait much longer. Hurry up!"
     Nola was almost unconscious as she was twisted around.
Mercifully, but only for a fraction of a second, her wrists and
ankles were liberated. Then, she was forced onto her whipped ass
while the camera zoomed in to take a close view of her breasts,
flat belly, and sweat soaked pubic hair.
     "Get her hole!" ordered Tony. "That's it! Get a close up of
her hole!"
     Nola felt the room spin. Her body ached as her wrists and
ankles were again bound. She was sobbing as the other oiled muscle
boy mounted her. He was rigid. She felt his grubby hands mauling
her breasts. Fingers gripped her nipples. Fingers twisted and
pulled. A knife-sharp shock tore through her body.
     "Get your prick into her!" Pedro ordered. "Go on, stud! Fuck
her!"
     He plunged.
     He was cruel, abrupt and vicious.
     Nola screamed again.     
     But even as she writhed against the chains, even as she
twisted and fought against them, Nola was speared by the cruel cock
of the second rapist. 
     She struggled. She fought. He slashed into her. Screams filled
the studio as the two of them twisted against each other. He
plunged in and out, in and out. Sobs and screams came from Nola's
tortured mouth as she writhed and contorted.
     The camera captured all of it, all the misery, all the pain,
every intimate little picture and proof of the twisted emotions of
the men.
     At long last, when it was over, when Pedro had jerked himself
off, when Tony was sated, the punk crawled off Nola.
     "That was a good video!" Tony was excited. "I sure liked it.
Pedro liked it..and we'll get plenty for it, too! Nothing beats
seeing a girl get her ass beat then fucked in her ass and cunt."
     It had, indeed, been quite an experience. The two boys
shrugged as they went off to shower.
     Pedro and Tony spoke briefly to Curt. Curt gave the tape to
Pedro so that he knew that no secret copies had been made.
     A rustle of bills and soon, Pedro and Tony had both vanished.
     Curt released the crying girl. "I had to do it," was all he
said. "They saw your photos and said it had to be you."
     "Don't you touch me...you pervert!" Sobbing, she hurried to
another shower room down the hallway. She remained there for an
hour, trying to wash away the stains of her punishment and
humiliation.
     Then she went back to Curt's office.
     "You should have told me on the phone."
     "I just couldn't. They both said that if a model is surprised,
she'll make a better video. I think they have a point." He counted
out a thick wad of bills. "Those two are very rich. Pedro
represents a big syndicate down in Latin and South America. He's
loaded with money. He just," Curt looked embarrassed to say it, "he
just jacks himself off while watching. Won't touch you."
     "Tony just digs the whipping bondage scene. He gets his kicks
out of seeing a girl whipped and punished."
     "And those two...who did it to me?"
     "Just models, like you."
     He counted out some bills. "You worked for just one hour but
you get five hundred dollars! I'll put it in your account. There's
more where that came from. Those two, Pedro and Tony, have lots of
contacts and they told me that they'll recommend you for more jobs.
Not as...strong as that video, though."                            Chapter 7

     There was a market for photos of Nola's ravaged body. The
marks of the paddle and the bruises were photographed from every
angle. It took several weeks to do those bondage shots - with no
violence or sexual assault.
     Nola questioned herself many times during those two weeks.
What have I done? I thought I would be a successful fashion model
and I end up posing for disgusting spanking and bondage videos and
pictures. Naked. No limits. Is that what I want out of life? What
am I going to do? I'm so confused. I wonder if I should just be a
cheap whore! Those girls sell their bodies but I sell my body, too!
But maybe I just better get rid of my conscience or else I'll be
back out on the street, looking for work. And after all the luxury
and endless credit, I just can't back out now. If only Curt would
help me...but damn it...he hurt me too.
     Then she received a dinner invitation from Pedro.
     She didn't really want to accept but he had already seen her
naked. He had seen her as she had been sodomized and whipped and
had other disgusting things done to her. He had see photographs of
her with her ankles strapped wide apart, her thighs almost split to
the breaking point. What more could he want or see? So she
accepted.
     The evening went very well; an expensive restaurant, a
fabulous meal with wine, a stand up comic on stage, small talk. It
was just like a regular date.
     By midnight they were in his car again and he was going to
drive her home. But first they would stop at his place for a drink.
Here it comes, she thought.
     They travelled down a quiet street lined with towering new
apartment buildings. There were several neatly arranged private
houses with carefully tended gardens. Pedro brought the car to a
halt in front of the house at the very end of the street.
     Inside Nola looked around. There was a crowded bookcase, a
stack of camera magazines, a number of framed abstract paintings,
several sketches of wide-eyes youngsters, a CD player, a big screen
Television, and modern furniture.
     The effects of the good food and strong drink made her dizzy.
She wanted to go home. She could feel all the past frustrations
rise up in her mind.
     "Let's go down to the den," he said, "so we can talk."                            Chapter 8

     The first thing that Nola Augustine saw was a doubled over
razor strop lying on the sofa. It was, undoubtedly, a studio prop,
and it was one of the many items that Pedro would have in his
house. They probably made videos here, too. Nevertheless, Nola felt
her heart begin to pump wildly.
     "I've had a thing for you from the first time I saw your
portfolio." he said. Then he was fondling her, stripping her,
running his hands up and down the soft slopes of her back and
buttocks. It was just like the hotel room with that fat pig again.
God, Nola thought, do I have VICTIM stamped on my forehead?
     She tightened up when his hands gripped her bra. There was an
impatient tug. A ripping sound. "You're...tearing my bra!" she
mumbled as the garment was torn from her cute breasts. Her warm
tits felt the cool of the room. "You've ruined my bra," she said in
a little girl's voice.
     His hands caressed her tits, squeezing hard. Then his hands
went down to the elastic band of her panties. There was another
ripping sound.
     Suddenly, Nola became frantic. "No!" She was frightened as she
struggled out of his tight grip. "Please, take me home!"
     He laughed as he ripped off her panties and tossed them onto
the floor. "Now, now, Nola, no need to be frightened. I won't hurt
you. I'll buy you a dozen panties...but first...just relax..."
     He stripped quickly.
     Again she saw a huge prick and a man with no conscience. She
was trapped. In near hysteria, she struggled as she thought of the
black leather razor strop. And close to it, as if it had been
deliberately arranged, a pair of vintage rusty looking leg irons,
with a pair of wrist cuffs attached by a long chain, a throwback to
the days of the Spanish Inquisition. A million punishing bizarre
thoughts raced through her head. "No, please, Pedro....don't!"
     "Easy, girlie, easy..."
     His hands caressed her body. His touch revolted her. He cupped
her breasts and stroked her nipples with his fingers. He kissed the
silky skin of her neck...he swept his hands down over the rounded
swells of her buttocks.
     Then, just as he put his lips to hers, thrusting his tongue in
deeply, he plunged his thumbs into the crack of her ass seeking her
anus, sending her into a silent scream of shocked outrage.
     "Oh, please...please!" She felt terror; her hands strayed,
then she raked his back with her fingernails, down to his hard
buttocks, around in front. "It's too big...it's too big..." She
felt his balls. She just couldn't let him enter her.
     "It's okay, baby, just get used to it...take...take it...in
your..." He pushed her onto the sofa.
     A wave of shocking icy cold fear tore through Nola as she felt
his hands attempting to excite her breasts, then the nape of her
neck, to her earlobes, to the small of her back, to the curve of
her buttocks.
     "Please, Pedro, don't...I..."


     There was a sound of metal. Pedro, with his enormous organ
looking like a two inch thick fire hose at least nine inches long,
had moved along the sofa, and he was holding the chains.
     She jumped, immediately on guard. Now she knew what he wanted.
A violent shock of realization swept through her body. She
instinctively locked her thighs, imprisoning his wiggling fingers
that tortured her pussy, that manipulated her clitoris, making her
sweaty hot. But she knew what Pedro really wanted. She remembered
what Curt had told her. He won't touch you.
     She fought back. Oh, how she fought!
     They struggled and he was much stronger and she had many
weaknesses. They tumbled to the floor.
     Almost before Nola knew what had happened, Pedro grabbed her
nipples in a vice like grip. He squeezed.
     Nola's eyes bulged. She was horrified. A low moan of pain
escaped from her lips. She gurgled as she instinctively reached for
his punishing hands. She sucked in thick gulps of air. She got to
her knees on the floor. She clutched his hands.
     Pedro punished Nola. He wanted to wreak vengeance on her.
     "You're going to get punished!"
     Nola writhed as he forced her back down on all fours. He let
go of her breast and picked up the strop. He sucked in his breath.
Nola recovered sufficiently to realize what was going to happen to
her. Her face bore an expression of disbelief. She was still on her
hands and knees, still to weak to be able to get up and try to
fight him off.
     "No, Pedro! Put it down! NOOO! PEDRO...DON'T. You can fuck
me...but don't use that on me, please!"
     Pedro raise his hand. He swung the flexible smooth black
leather, aiming at her buttocks, with tremendous vengeance and
power that surprised even himself.
     The white hot lash bit into her buttocks. Again and again.
Nola crawled crazily, losing her sense of direction, becoming wild
with fright.
     She was reduced to an animal seeking escape, any escape.
"Don't whip me, oh please, no...I don't want to be whipped! I'll do
anything else..."
     Pedro again brought down the volcano-hot lash of the razor
strop onto her buttocks. He kept flogging her as his agitated cock
swung wildly from its base of matted pubic hair. The lashing
continued.
     The strop left livid imprints and criss-crossed welts on her
writhing flesh. It was this brand-like marring of her flesh that
satisfied his sado-masochistic lust and made him surrender to the
most heinous of carnal cravings. He had crossed the line between
normal and abnormal and was living the role of a torturer in the
dungeons of the Inquisition.
     Nola crawled around the room trying to escape the searing
lash. But the leather kept at her and at her until she was driven
up against a wall screaming like a madwoman.
     "Now...get over here..."



     Pedro dropped the quivering black leather razor strop and
picked up the rusty leg irons and wrist manacles. Just feeling the
cold chains in his sweaty palms was sufficient to arouse his most
putrid desires. He had become so warped with the video
interpretation of the warped scripts that he could not
differentiate between fantasy and reality.
     "NOO!" Nola Augustine was torn with the most astonishing pain.
She had to escape from this hellhole. "Don't use those chains on
me! You can't, you just can't. It's obscene."
     The more that the ass welted young girl tried to resist, the
greater was Pedro's twisted exhilaration. The naked brute worked
swiftly as he twisted the manacles around both of Nola's legs, then
he grabbed one wrist and imprisoned it in cold steel.
     She fought, but she was so weak from the thrashing that she
didn't put up much of a fight. He succeeded in locking both of her
wrists together behind her back. Her entire body was shackled in
such an excruciating grip, that she was helpless in kneeling
bondage. Nola Augustine discovered that she could neither get up or
even sit down; the most she could do was to put her naked and
flogged buttocks on the floor in a humiliating semi-squat.
     Another cold metal noose went around her throat! She was held
in a punishing medieval torture device that he had acquired from a
private dealer.
     Pedro sucked in his breath. He moved closer to the girl. Waves
of sexual pleasure brought on by the sight of Nola with the metal
collar around her throat joined to chains behind her back almost
forced him to ejaculate. 
     Nola was aghast and horrified. She tried to free herself but
the cold wrist-throat-ankle chains were unforgiving. Aloud she was
sobbing, "Please, Pedro, don't...release me, and I promise
I'll...I'll...I'll....give you all the money I have...please?"
     Pedro could no longer control himself. His cock was ready to
burst. His entire body was caught in perverted lust. He had to
punish her. But more important, he had to find relief for his own
carnal cravings.
     "Suck me, bitch!"
     She felt his entire sex as it pushed onto her face. Nola
thought she was going to get sick. She wasn't going to do it. She
fought wildly, trying to free herself from the chains that held her
imprisoned by neck, wrists and ankles. But she only tore her own
flesh. Her entire body was in pain. She was burning hot.
     "Suck it!" he whispered as he forced his groin against her
face. "Get your tongue on it!" 
     His enormous organ could have belonged to some savage. It was
hideous with its gross bulbous head, the wrinkles and veins, the
long shaft disappearing into the thick public hair, and the heavy
hairy hanging balls. Her lower jaw went slack. She felt the
enormous male length of him. She was going to be mouth-raped.
     Her mouth took the shaft. It went into her throat, nearly
choking her. She thought she would suffocate. It was so thick. So
fat! So long! It slid in and out...
     ...in and out...
     There was a moment's pause. Then she felt the cock stiffen and
then erupt. 
     He could feel his approaching climax. Suddenly there was a
violent ecstasy running through his body and gobs of sticky white
slime attacked Nola's face. He rocked with the climax. The
explosion kept rocking and shattering his body until he was
screaming as again and again his cock spurted its load onto Nola's
face. 
     It was an eternity for Nola as she felt the hot semen flooding
her face.                             Chapter 9

     Nola Augustine arrived at the offices of Amazing Films a
little after five o'clock. She was about to make a second video for
Petro. She saw him standing there all alone. The building was empty
since it was after closing time. 
     She followed him into one of the studios. She sat on a chair
opposite him. As she crossed her legs she was aware of the way his
beady eyes dropped to catch a glimpse of the white flesh of her
thighs. His glance flickered over her firm breasts. She was
uncomfortable. Didn't he ever get enough of her body?
     He got up and moved toward a prop drawer, opened it silently,
and left it open. Then he turned back to her. He was getting
excited. "Now, as I understand it, Curt explained that this is the
last video you are going to do for us. Is that correct?"
     "Yes," she whispered.
     Nola watched the man. She saw that he had a noticeable bulge.
     "Would you step over there, Nola? Just look in the top drawer.
I have opened it for you. Take out what you see in there!"
     As she turned her back, Pedro started the video camera. Then
he opened his belt. He did it so quickly that Nola was unaware of
what he did even though she had turned for just a moment.
     She looked into the drawer. Her heart skipped a beat. She felt
herself grow cold. Icy needles pricked her spinal column.
     "No!"
     "Take it out of the drawer, Nola!"
     With a trembling hand, she reached inside. For just a moment
she wanted to turn around and flee. But something impelled her to
stay. If only she did not have to take it out of the drawer.
     He stood there, florid-faced and sweating. His pants were
open. His cock hung in mid-erection like an ugly blob of butcher
meat suspended from the ceiling. He looked disgusting.
     "You understand, Nola, that if you do not cooperate then I
shall have to find another model for my work. That would cost you
a great deal of money. It would displease Curt. I might have to
take all of my business elsewhere. Amazing Films makes about a
million to a million and a half dollars a year from my account.
It's easy for me to find another Agency - if you displease me, that
is." 
     Nola felt numb. She mumbled something.
     "Never mind mumbling! If you're smart, you'll obey me, Nola."
     She was trapped again. There was no way out. Now she knew that
if she wanted to remain in the business she would have to obey.
     Through the roaring in her ears she heard him say. "It's good
business, Nola."
     As he talked, his big paw-like hand tightened into a fist
around his erection. His body jerked spasmodically from the sensual
arousal. He was excited. Each breath came with tension. "I know
what I want, I've seen you in videos and I want you."
     He was talking very quickly. He was in such obvious arousal
that it was apparent that he would no longer be able to control
himself.
     Nola almost fainted. She could already feel the hot lash.

     Everything about Pedro repulsed her. Everything in that
drawer, both disgusted and nauseated her. But she decided that this
would be the last time. Just this one more time.
     Aloud, she said, in a voice not even her own, "Pedro...will
you promise...that after tonight...I won't have to do this any
more?"
     He swallowed thickly. "You sure demand a lot. You know my
weakness. Okay, okay, after tonight, I guarantee I'll get you to
the right agency and you'll do some legitimate stuff."
     "What do you want me to do?" she said in her little girl's
voice.
     "Bring me those things from the drawer!"
     With trembling hands, she reached in and brought out a rope -
it was a length of clothesline but it was knotted.
     Another item in the drawer was a long handled whip - made of
coarse fibres and huge fist-thick knots. It had a quirt tip that
was fashioned with smaller lashes that were as sharp as those of a
metal tipped whip.
     She trembled as she then took out a pair of leg irons. The
stuff was heavy as she carried them. For just a moment she thought
of fleeing...but there was no way out.
     "Excellent, my little blonde cunt!" He took them and put them
on a bench. "Now come here and let me see how my little bitch looks
underneath all those clothes...and if you're as good as last
time...maybe there'll be a bonus for you!"
     She stood, her head reeling, fighting back the flood of hot
scalding tears that threatened to erupt and spill from her eyes.
She could feel her heart pumping faster. She fought against
rebellion, knowing she would have to do it, no matter how
detestable it was.
     "Now...we'll see..."
     He yanked up her dress, raised it over her head, while he used
his free hand to stroke her warm, resilient flesh. He tossed the
dress onto a chair.
     He peeled away her half slip then he unhooked her bra. The bra
fell away to bare her pink nippled breasts.
     "Nice tits, but I like ass even more," he said with a guttural
sneer.
     She almost collapsed as he rolled her panties down over the
creamy flatness of her belly, over the flaring width of her hips,
over the full rounded thighs.
     He tossed her panties to the floor.
     "Put your shoes on the pile of clothes!" was his next crude
order.
     Blinking back her tears, she obeyed. As she bend over to
remove her shoes, her breasts swung loosely. She felt hands on
them, squeezing cruelly. She got up again, then put the shoes on
the pile of garments.
     He grinned at her! He scooped up all of her clothes. "Be right
back!"
     "Oh...where are you...? Nude, she foolishly ran after him, her
breasts and buttocks wiggling obscenely. Terrified, she was him
unlock the door then toss the clothes out into the hall, then he
returned to her. 
     "My clothes!" she felt helpless. "Why did you do that with my
clothes?"
     He was rigid with perverted desire.
     "Just want you to know who's the boss."
     He undressed. He unzipped and removed his trousers and shirt.
He slipped out of his underwear. Naked. "Now you get ass spanked!"
     Nude, she raced around the room. Nola screamed as Pedro caught
her by the ankle and threw her to the floor. She felt the cold iron
on each of her ankles. The spreader bar kept her legs a foot apart.
     "You're going to scream and beg!" he sneered as he tied her
wrists, then ran the rope through rings bolted to the floor. 
     She screamed and writhed face down on the floor, her arms and
legs bound. He clutched the long-handled rope-knotted coarse whip.
With a gurgled scream, Pedro brought down the full force of the
knotted whip onto the rounded swells of her buttocks. Her muscles
contracted as the whip kept on making dull thuds on her exposed
flesh.
     Icy pain shot through Nola's belly as the sharp tip of the
rope whip sliced into her raw flesh! She felt every stroke as the
hot, licking lash went all over her body, searing her from head to
toe. She knew she was ruined. The rope thong had marked her with a
series of brutal criss-cross welts, digging deeper and deeper into
her once proud milky white flesh. She could feel the deep welts,
the throbbing heat of agony, as the whip striped her once white
ass.
     Her legs kicked backwards. She screamed in total horror.
     Pedro was unable to control himself. He dropped to his knees,
straddling her welted, burning ass. His foul breath was hot on her
back as he stared at the bleeding cuts visible from her soft
shoulder blades down to the backs of her knees and over the
firmness of her calves.
     "You're going to get my prick up you ass!"
     He parted her buttocks. There was a sharp pain. His prick tore
into her asshole. She gurgled a scream. The pain had become one
sheet of agony.
     He fucked her ass. Again and again the punishing penetrating
thrusts, her nerves were torn and shredded! His balls pounded
against her. He ravaged her brutally.
     She screamed her lungs raw. The shooting flame pierced into
her groin, splitting her body in half, ripping and tearing her. She
collapsed into total oblivion.
     Her last memory was his gasping cry as he slammed his pelvis
against her soft body, hurting and re-hurting the welts from the
whip as he pumped his vile load into her.                           Chapter 10

     "You shouldn't have told him that you were finished with the
Amazing Films." Curt told her. "Now you pissed them off and they
won't give you any more assignments."
     Nola sniffed. "But I have a contract. I'll take the Agency to
court."
     Curt shrugged. "Go ahead. You'll need a lawyer. And you won't
be able to get any lawyer when he finds out you were making those
fetish videos or that your're part of the leather set. Besides
that, Nola, if it gets into the newspapers you'll never be able to
get another job. You had better reconsider and tell him that you're
willing to work on his ideas."
     "I...I can't." She realized that she was in trouble. "I just
can't go to him - it's been a month since I had that scene with
him. He hasn't called me, either."
     "I'll have a talk with Pedro. I think I can straighten it out.
That's what friends are for...and I'm your friend, right?"
     He stood up, came over to Nola, and put his arms around her.                           Chapter 11

     She couldn't find any work. To make it even worse, Nola had
received telephone calls from the credit card companies, the
landlord, the hairdresser and others, all demanding payment. She
explained that Amazing Films managed her affairs and was told that
they had not made any payments on her behalf for a month.
     So they were putting the squeeze on her. She had to do
something or she would be out on the streets again.
     She went to the accountant's office at Amazing Films, walking
because she was short of cash and needed every dollar she had just
to eat. 
     She found the office a scene of confusion when she arrived.
The accountant glared at her, then sorted out the papers on his
desk as he pretended to be busy.
     "Please, my rent bill, my other bills. Give me what you owe me
and..."
     He leered at her. "We don't owe you a cent, Nola. In fact, we
advanced you a lot on your pay. Now it turns out that you owe us -
you're overdrawn on your account. You owe everyone and they want it
now!"
     He looked up at her with a grin of intense dislike.
     She was nervous, afraid.
     "Do...you have any work for me...today? Anything! I'll do any
kind of work you want..." She was truly desperate.
     He leered at her again. He looked her up and down. "Maybe I
can do something for you. I'll let you know later this afternoon."                           Chapter 12

     Nola Augustine found herself posing for the most perverted
pictures. There was a demand for poses showing her with dogs,
playing with a couple. Nola could not understand. But she found
herself growing more and more upset. The photographers kept leering
and making obscene remarks, so unprofessional, not like most of the
others at Amazing Films that regarded their job as just that; a
job!
     The next day she phoned Amazing Films and quit.                           Chapter 13

     But the Agency wasn't going to let Nola get away from them.
Her videos and art studies as well as her photo sets had sold well.
Thousands of letter came in from customers as well as from dealers
- demanding an endless amount of her poses. And the requests kept
getting more explicit.
     There were some who sent in crisp hundred dollar bills,
describing poses they wanted. They wanted to see her sodomized by
a mule. They wanted to see hot pokers inserted in her anus and
vagina. They wanted to see her perform oral sex on animals. They
wanted her raped and tortured. They wanted extremes.
     It was sickening.
     But it would be profitable for Amazing Films.
     Of course, they couldn't produce that type of material here.
But in Pedro's studio in Argentina, anything goes.
     They had another advertising agency call her and make an
appointment for that afternoon.
     Nola Augustine arrived promptly at three. She knew that she
had to be prompt. The big agencies did not like tardiness.
     She checked with the information centre at the front desk.
They told her to go downstairs to room 1B. Someone would meet her
there.
     Nola went down the freight elevator and walked along the
deserted corridor until she saw the number 1B stencilled on a door.
She knocked timidly. This was a strange place for an advertising
agency.
     A buzzer sounded. She tried the door and it opened. She went
inside and shrieked in horror.
     Sitting facing her were Pedro, Tony, and Curt. Pedro was
lighting a cigarette with a wooden match. He took a deep drag on
the cigarette and the tip glowed fiery red.
     "You're going on a little trip, Nola! And you won't be coming
back. You see, you're gonna learn to dance for us in our clubs in
Argentina."
     "No, I'm not...you can't make me...I won't do it."
     "Sure you will, Nola, we'll teach you. He held up the burning
match and cigarette. And these are what we'll use to teach you to
obey us. These and a cane. And the lessons will be long and hard."
     Nola fainted.                   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.

          Listing of the NOLA series as of 22 Jan 94. 

Please note that the text files may not be politically correct and
many may be offensive to some readers. Nola is a real person. I
have known all her life. Most of the descriptions of her are
accurate although the action is all fiction. The numbering sequence
is the order that I wrote them. Each one stands alone. If you are
interested in any of them that are not posted please leave a note
on Leather Rose BBS. Some of the stories are not complete and
others are in the edit stage. I reserve the right to change the
title and numbering sequence for files not uploaded to a BBS. 

If you have any suggested titles and scenarios let me know.

Nola1.txt      "The First Time"              
Nola2.txt      "The Chief of Police"
Nola3.txt      "The Augustines"
Nola4.txt      "The Reverend"
Nola5.txt      "The Island"
Nola6.txt      "The Children Get Even"
Nola7.txt      "The Rape Photographer"
Nola8.txt      "The Porn Producers"
Nola9.txt      "The Nurse"
Nola10.txt     "The Children At Play" AKA Children.zip 
Nola11.txt     "The Game" AKA Sarah.zip
Nola12.txt     "The Doctor"
Nola13.txt     "The Farm"
Nola14.txt     "The Model"
Nola15.txt     "Tickling Nola"
Nola16.txt     "Blackmailing Nola"
Nola17.txt     "The Spy"

Curt Strap - January 22, 1994