I'm sure that you're sick and tired of all these smug little
notices authors of S&M and terror/horror/sex stories have been
putting at the top of their files. But just in case you aren't,
here's another one:




                       WARNING!  WARNING!  WARNING!

               THIS STORY CONTAINS S&M AND TERROR/HORROR/SEX
             IF YOU DON"T LIKE THIS SHIT, THEN DON'T READ IT!

                              END OF WARNING                                Nola20.txt

                               "The Cottage"
                               By Curt Strap

                                 Chapter 1

          We were in our favourite restaurant in the Italian section of
the city. Jeremy and I had just finished stuffing ourselves with
the savory food and we resumed the conversation which started
before the meal arrived. 
          "My cottage will be perfect. You've seen it...there is nothing
around for miles. We won't even need a gag."
          "It's more fun without a gag anyway. Let the bitch scream."
          "Yeah...I can't wait... So, did you find any possibles?"
          "There are a couple of them. I want you to check them out too,
but I can tell you that there are some really pretty ones...young
stuff...there is one that I would really like to get."
          "What's she look like?" Jeremy asked, very interested.
          "Amazing! She's got light blonde hair, about six inches past
her shoulders, cute upturned nose...the most beautiful and innocent
looking face...she was wearing these white shorts about four inches
above her knees, but I could tell that she has perfect legs. They
are well toned but not all muscle... You know, I think that having
a tiny bit of baby flab on the legs makes them more fun to play
with. Anyhow, what really got me, was her skin. It was incredible!
You know that slightly tanned, young, skin... the perfect shade of
brown...baby smooth and shiny, with tiny blond hairs on her
thighs...we could work on her for hours. I think that I stared at
her legs all the time I was following her, I had this incredible
urge to take my cigarette and put it out on the back of her
thigh...uhh. I watched her walk into a house on 8th avenue; I think
that's where she lives."
          "How old do you think she is?"
          "I'm not sure, she looked to be around thirteen. We should
really consider her."
          "She sounds great, but I gotta see her first. We'll grab your
van, and if we get the opportunity, we'll snatch her right away.
It's dangerous to hang about her house, or her, for too long...just
in case we get noticed."
          "We'll use the video camera, right?"
          "For sure, maybe we'll even get a bit of her on tape before we
grab her...It'll be fun to watch the before and after..."
          I was very excited. Although I read a lot of stories about
torturing girls, this was the first time that I thought about the
real thing. Although I was apprehensive about the possible
consequences of our actions, the thrill of brutalizing a young cunt
made me drunk with anticipation. Every night since Jeremy and I
first discussed this adventure, I masturbated furiously, my mind 
filled with the most violent and perverse thoughts. After years of
being teased by girls with skimpy shorts and arrogant stares, I
would make them suffer and plead for mercy. I would play with their
legs and tits, teasing them with whips and knives and fire,
laughing at their torment. 
          The minute I'd seen the girl I mentioned to Jeremy, I knew
that she was the one...it was her arrogant walk, her beauty which
she used to tease men. It wouldn't be hard to convince Jeremy to
grab her. We think the same way.         
          Jeremy has a van with a sliding side door. He bought it about
one year ago when we first thought of abducting girls. It would be
so easy... With me standing by the side door, all he had to do was
stop by the sidewalk were the victim was walking and drive off as
soon as I pulled her in. I had a number of choices; I could talk
the girl into moving close enough to the van where I could grab
her; I could go out on the sidewalk with a stun gun; I could simply
grab her from behind and cover her mouth with my hand; I could
punch her in the stomach and than grab her...
                                   * * *
          We were parked on 8th Avenue, a typical suburban street. It
was a warm June morning. Soon, all the little cuties that went to
school dressed in the most revealing clothes to impress the boys
would be out. I was excited at the prospect of what we were doing,
and I was rubbing my cock slowly, thinking of our little secret. We
weren't just watching and taking pictures as we did in the past,
this time we were planning.         
          "There she is," I whispered.
          "Oh my god, she's perfect," Jeremy exclaimed as he grabbed his
crotch.
          She was walking down the front stairs of her house as I
started the camcorder. She was wearing tight cut-off jeans, sandals
and a white t-shirt. She was younger than I thought. She could not
be older than thirteen. I zoomed in on her long legs, they were
flawless, absolutely perfect. I undressed her. I imagined her in
the most hideous pain as I filmed her haughty face. Jeremy was at
the side window with a camera equipped with a zoom lens. As she
started walking down the street he moved to the front of the van
where he could take pictures of her back side. Looking at her
thighs I imagined her ass hidden by the jeans. Round, soft,
bouncing to the whip...
          "She's it. This cunt's going to be ours," Jeremy drooled.    
          After we found out where she went to school we made a trip to
the hardware store. Although we had a good tool box, our little
cunt was so nice that we thought she deserved more toys. As we were
walking through the isles I saw a small blow-torch. Advertised on
the box, was the fact that the flame reached a temperature of 1376
degrees celsius. Perfect! We could use it to heat up knives, wire,
needles. Jeremy picked up 50 feet of very thin steel wire, a pair
of small pliers and an electric drill. I also picked out a bottle
of Krazy-Glue. It had a warning on the box against making contact
with the skin. I showed it to Jeremy. He thought it was funny. 
          After the hardware store we made a trip to the drugstore for
a very special purchase. It was my idea. I wanted to buy a curling
iron. They had more than one size... Jeremy thought that bigger was
better. I agreed. This should make her curl up, I thought. The
young brunette at the cash register smiled when we paid for it. The
idea of shoving it hot in her cunt crossed my mind. Would she smile
then? I smiled back...tears, crying for mommy, trembling thighs,
shaking knees flashed before my eyes. This is gonna be fun, I
thought... 
          Later, at Jeremy's place, we developed the pictures. Jeremy
took about 24 shots of the slut. There were shots of her face, her
ass, her legs from the front and back, her chest, etc. We spread
them out on the living room floor and watched the video. As the
video was rolling we both started masturbating knowing full well
that this girl whose name we didn't know yet will not look the same
way next time we took pictures of her. She would have tears in her
eyes, her voice would be hoarse and she would be making animal-like
noises as Jeremy and I systematically abused her in the most
painful ways imaginable.
          As I imagined her nude, her femininity exposed to our cruel
eyes, the target of our rage, I wondered why there is so much
contempt for such a tender and beautiful body.  
          I thought of Julie. I had a crush on her in high school. I
loved her. I would have done anything for her. We got to know each
other; we made out...she let me feel her legs, her breasts, her
cunt, but she wouldn't let me have sex. Two weeks later she started
having sex with a guy who had a bigger car than I did. Typical.
          I thought about all the girls in university who would not look
at me because my biceps were not big enough. They used to parade
around in shorts and bikini tops enticing me come on to them only
to be met with rejection. All good looking girls grow up to be
teases. They know that their femininity is the most powerful weapon
in the world and they don't shy away from using it. A good whip and
a tool box, however, can change that... 
          As I masturbated over the pictures of this nameless girl who
would soon be writhing in agony like a slaughterhouse pig, I
realized that my disdain for girls did not bother me one bit. In
fact, it was the source of my most exquisite pleasures. A taste for
pain, I thought, is like a rare and delicious meal. I relished the
thought of tasting the girl's pain. 
          The next couple of days, we were busy getting everything
ready. We took a trip to his cottage. It was absolutely perfect. It
was set on a small lake. A private road led up to it, and there
were no other cottages close to it. In fact the nearest cottage was
about 200 feet away and it was separated by a thick forest.
Jeremy's cottage was large and made of brick. It had three
bedrooms, a kitchen, bathroom and the best thing, a beautiful
unfinished basement. This was where we planned to bring our little
friend. 
          We brought all our tools in the basement. Jeremy used the thin
wire that we purchased to make a steel whip. He attached about
thirty strips of wire to a cut off broomstick. While he was busy
with the whip, I posted the pictures that we took all over the
walls of the basement. With a red marker I wrote all kinds of
obscene things on the pictures. Doing this really turned me on.
Next, we moved the old wooden table to the centre of the room.
Around the edges of the table we set out our collection of knives,
candles, whips, pliers, hammers, and ice picks. We hooked up the
curling iron to a long extension cord and set the wire whip near
the fire place, along with the fire shovel, tongs and poker. When
this was done we took a long look at the room. It looked menacing
and perverse. We loved it. We walked around the room, looked at the
pictures and masturbated for a while. We were ready to bring the
cunt in. Little did she know... 
                                   * * *
          Back in the city, we found the perfect place to grab our blond
victim. It was an industrial street between her place and the
school, not many people around. We learned that she regularly took
this street home because it was a shorter route. Didn't her mother
warn her about taking short cuts? At 3:30 in the afternoon, we were
anxious, excited, it was very hot and humid. There's something
sexual about a hot, sticky summer day.
                                   * * *
          "Here she comes!" 
          She was walking towards the van. A proud, arrogant walk, hips
swinging, a 'don't screw with me' walk. Not for long I thought. She
was in her cut-offs again, this time wearing white sneakers and a
loose white t-shirt. Jeremy started the engine as she approached.
I was sitting on the edge of the side door with a large map. 
          "Excuse me," I said, "we're trying to get to 8th Avenue. Do
you know were it is?"
          "Turn left at the stop sign. It's three blocks down."
          "How come it's not on the map?" I asked, appearing confused.
She approached me and looked at the map.
          "It's gotta be here..."
          As she studied the map I stood up beside her and looked
around. No one...
          "Here it...agh!"
          With one hand on her mouth and one around her waist I threw
her in the van, quickly jumped in and slammed the door. Jeremy
cranked up the radio and started driving. She tried to get up but
I hit her hard in the stomach. She fell back. 
          "What are...?"
          I grabbed her hands and yanked her arms behind her back.
"We're going to a party, cunt," I said while I handcuffed her
hands. She was terrified, in shock...        
          "Let me goooo," she yelled.
          "Save the screaming for later, you little whore," I said while
I stuffed a rag in her mouth and tied it tightly with tape. This
muffled her screams but she hit the side of the van with her legs,
desperate, her eyes bulging. I thought that was funny, so I took a
picture of it. Calmly I put the camera down. 
          I grabbed her hair and through clenched teeth, I said, "Where
do you think you're going bitch." Then I slapped her face hard and
looked at her straight in the eye. Tears started flowing from her
pleading eyes. She was hopelessly trying to get her hands loose
while kicking her legs in my direction. 
          With some effort, I managed to tie her feet together. Now she
was all ours. I slowly ran my hands up and down her quivering legs.
Her skin was as smooth as silk.
          "How's everything," Jeremy shouted from the front.
          "PERFECT"                                 Chapter 2 

          The ride to the cottage went smoothly. While Jeremy was
driving I went through her purse and found her student card. Her
name was Tashia. She was in grade seven which would make her about
thirteen. 
          During the ride I didn't touch her much. But once in a while
I would go over to her and slap her face or legs. Nothing serious
though. I was just teasing. For the whole ride she was moaning in
her gag. I took a couple of pictures of her. We did not talk to her
except for one or two derogatory remarks. We were planing to let
her in on our plan in the comfort of the cottage basement, with all
the little toys set out to scare her. We thought that it would make
a better impression on her. After all we did want to impress our
little princess.
          After about two hours of driving we reached the cottage. It
was about six o'clock in the afternoon. The summer sun was still
strong, but the temperature was much cooler. 
          I stepped out of the van and stretched. I breathed in the
country air and looked at the lake. This was the best day of my
life. After years of masturbating while dreaming of having a young
girl to torture, the moment finally came. The significance suddenly
hit me and a torrent of excitement rushed through my body. 
          Jeremy came around the van and started laughing.
          "We've done it," he said.
          "Lets have some fun, my friend!"
          "How's the girl," he said poking his head through the side
door.
          I look in. For a moment we both stared at the bitch as she
struggled in her bonds. Jeremy stepped into the van and grabbed her
roughly by the hair pulling her towards the door. 
          "Don't you like us whore? Don't you like us?" He got her head
out the door, looked at her face and slapped her hard.
          "Hope you scream like an animal," he croaked while he grabbed
her in his arms and starts walking towards the cottage. Tashia was
frantically struggling now.
          "Give me a hand with this cow, we don't want her to fall and
bruise herself before we get to her."
          I grabbed her kicking legs while Jeremy held her torso and we
carefully carried our merchandise down into the basement. 
                                   * * *
          Tashia's eyes were wide with fear. She knew that something
sexual was involved in her abduction, but she had no idea of what
was awaiting her in the basement. She overheard Jeremy and I talk
about the cellar, and that word kept on echoing in her mind. She
knew that sometimes girls disappeared for no logical reason, and
that strange men sometimes did weird things with girls, but that
was not something she thought about much. Anyhow, she never thought
that this could happen to her. She had no idea that there were men
on this earth who's thoughts were constantly preoccupied with
torturing young girls like herself. As Jeremy was carrying her in
the basement the incredulousness of her situation made her succumb
to a fresh wave of tears.
               Tashia was the perfect addition to our decorated
basement. Her sobbing face brought all the ornaments to life.
Jeremy and I decided that we would proceed slowly with the torture,
so as to give her enough time to comprehend what is happening. She
would be overcome by fear and consequently increase our pleasure
and her discomfort. We made her stand while we removed her leg
bindings and we held her firmly into place. With a tone of voice
that would make King-Kong tremble Jeremy addressed Tashia.
          "Let me tell you something bitch! The door is locked and you
have no way of getting out of this basement. We will untie you so
you can take your clothes off. If you try to run or won't do
exactly what we tell you to do, I will cut you. Do you understand?"
He slapped her face hard, "Do you understand?" He removed her gag
and she gasped for air in between sobs. He slapped her face again,
"Answer me bitch!" 
          I got the camcorder focused on her and started the tape.
Tashia was now desperately pleading with Jeremy.
          "Please don't hurt me! I'll do anything! Please don't hu-urt
me..e..e!"
          I started laughing while listening to her ridiculous pleas. 
          "Just wait until you have something to cry about you little
bitch!"
          Jeremy grabbed her by the hair and made her face the camera.
          "We're making a movie here; why don't you tell us your name."
          He slapped her right thigh, "What's your name!?"
          She started struggling and crying hysterically. "Let me go!
Let me go..oo..o!"
          "Where are you gonna go? where are you going bitch?" he
slapped her leg again, "Now look at the fucking camera and tell us
your name!"
          "Ta-s-hia!"
          "How old are you Tashia?"
          "Thir...t..een!"
          "Look at your legs Tashia! He pushed her head downward. "You
like to show them off, don't you? He slapped her thigh, "You like
to tease, don't you?" He slapped the back of her thigh.
          "Why are you doing this?" she asked.
          Jeremy ignored her. "Why don't you show us more?" Jeremy
unlocked her handcuffs while he whispered. 
          "Remember, there's nowhere to run to. If you try anything...,"
he grabbed a large kitchen knife from the table and starts
sharpening it with a small stone"...I'll send your mommy your
titties on a platter."
          Tashia was now standing freely, shivering, under the eye of
the camera and our menacing gaze. I put the camera on the tripod.
I slowly walked over to the table and picked up a thick leather
whip. I slowly circled her, smirking as I took in her alluring
body. She looked at me desperately, imploring me with tear filled
eyes. For a moment our eyes locked...clenching my teeth in a
distorted smile, I suddenly brought the whip down hard on the back
of her legs. The scene before my eyes was absolutely delightful: as
the whip smacked her legs, Tashia burst out in a fresh wave of
tears and fell to her knees. She was now imploring us to let her
go, not hurt her... 
          Fully enjoying the scene which was unfolding before me I bent
down beside her and whispered in her ear.
          "I bet you would love to be home with mommy and daddy,
wouldn't you, Tashia? But, I don't think you will ever see them
again. We will torture you in the most painful ways we can think
of; we will fuck you, and humiliate you; and the more you will
scream - and you will scream - the more we will get off on it. The
only reason we are doing this to you is because you are cute; you
are young; you are a girl and you are wearing shorts to show off
your pretty little body. Do you have any questions?"
          Tashia listened to what I said. With those eyes that make you
want to whip her ass, she looked at me and started begging again.
          "Fuck this," Jeremy said as he suddenly got up, "let's start
working on her!" Saying this he grabbed Tashia by the hair and
pulled her to her feet.
          "Take your fucking clothes off bitch, you gonna be a movie
star!"
                                   * * *
          Tashia took a long time to strip. It was the most erotic
performance I'd ever seen. Jeremy was a wrestler in school and he
encouraged her by trying out some holds on her. He put her in a
choke hold, then various arm and leg locks. I punched her in the
belly and threatened her with the knife. We made her take
everything off herself. The training bra exposed little except
fear-hardened nipples. Her panties covered only the beginning of
fine blonde hair but her buttocks were rounded and full. Finally
she was all bare and it was worth it.                                 Chapter 3

          We'd kept her tied to the table, stark naked and
spread-eagled, for the better part of the evening without touching
her, as we calmly sat, one on each side of her, guzzling some cheap
beer and discussing our fantasies. 
          We watched her terror as she listened to our depraved
dialogue; we could see it building in Tashia's naked exposed groin,
tearing through her belly, peaking in her lungs, and crashing
against her vocal cords. Her back arched, muscles taut, struggling
against the ropes as barbarous surges of horror, manifested as
unholy shrieks slammed wet against the gag and were forced back
down her throat by the obstruction in her mouth to settle back in
her groin, only to rise again and again when her body impulsively
fought again to escape the shocking reality of her plight. 
          Jeremy laughed, remembering our masturbation sessions while
reading the obscene books, the front of his filthy jeans expanding.
          I smiled and stroked myself as I watched the hysteria building
inside our captive as Jeremy and I discussed our fuck-fantasies
with young, innocent meat. Stifled squeals escaped around the gag;
there was no special need to gag Tashia, we'd spent a lot of money
and effort sound-proofing our hideaway. But gagging her made the
anxiety worse. The screams pushing up against the gag and unable to
escape, seeped back down into the pit of her belly only to rise up
again more urgent, more intense. If we let it escape, the horrible
screams would shake the walls and make us ejaculate. That would
come later.
          My cock was getting anxious to start the party. 
          "You first?" Jeremy asked.
          I stood up, removed my jeans, folded them, placed them on the
top of the shelves holding our collection of toys. My cock forced
it's way out of my shorts, dripping in lecherous anticipation of
the activities we had planned. I slipped them off, folding them up
and placing them on top of my jeans as I watched this little girl's
eyes widen in horror at the site of my fat penis pointed straight
at her body.
          Jeremy was on the other side of the bed, tearing off his
clothes as fast as he could, flinging them in abandon as lust
overtook him. 
          "You can have her first if you want! You found her! I'll warm
her up for you!" He waved at our collection and grinned. He wasn't
that interested in fucking her; his real kick was hurting her.
          He selected a heavy leather strap. I watched as he choose his
target, taking in the smooth, unblemished skin of the girl's naked
tethered body, especially the thin patch of blonde hair that barely
covered her plump young mound.
          I smiled at the small rise of her juvenile breasts, hardly a
handful, round pink nipples erect with fear. She had obviously only
just begun puberty, exactly the way I like my meat.
          Jeremy smiled wickedly; I watched as her body tensed. The
chick squeezed her eyes shut; whimpered pitifully around the gag. 
          Jeremy reared back and swung the strap landing a perfect blow
to her bare belly. A wail vibrated from this girl's rib-cage; every
muscle in her body contracted; the tendons stood out as instinct
forced her to try to scream. Pulling futilely against her bonds,
her body arched off the bed; her long blonde hair flying in all
directions as her head thrashed from side to side.
          My cock jumped at the sight of the welt on her belly where the
strap had made its vicious impact. Jeremy threw his full weight
into the task and swung the strap again, this time flattening her
tender young breasts. Her body arched, a muffled scream of pure
agony sputtering out around the gag. My cock was dancing, ecstatic,
as Jeremy continued to lash the strap across every bit of flesh
available; he lashed her armpits; he flogged the tops of her feet;
the soles of her feet; covering every inch of exposed flesh except
her face and throat with blow after blow of bruising leather.
          His cock was an angry red dripping snake. Jeremy stepped back
to admire his handiwork, indicating I was free to initiate her
cunt.
          I leapt onto the bed between the girl's legs, my cock as hard
and as fat as it's ever been. I lay down on top of the little bitch
and rammed my prick up into her tight little snatch, feeling her
entire body tense as my cock ravaged her.
          She was tight and dry and I couldn't tell whether my weight on
her bruised beaten body was hurting her worse than my huge organ
ripping open her pussy. All I knew was that even bound and gagged
she twisted and writhed beneath me as I fucked her, hideous moans
escaping past the gag. I could tell when my cock hit bottom because
her gut would spasm as the pain of my penis slamming into her
vagina fired off frantic pain signals to her brain. Instinct told
her to expel the monster stretching her open, and her cunt squeezed
at my shaft, clutching it lewdly in an effort to rid itself of the
disgusting male appendage. 
          Her pathetic efforts to remove my cock encouraged me to fuck
the little bitch harder. The more frenzied her attempts to expel me
from her cunt, the more enthusiastically I pumped her. I slammed my
cock into her faster and harder, revelling in the way her body
tensed and arched against my hairy young body, sliding back and
forth against her leather-heated flesh as I sadistically raped the
flesh between her legs.
          I clutched at her flat, bruised little tits, pulling myself up
her body as I fucked the little slut. I leaned over her face,
breathing hotly against her, forcing her to feel my presence
hovering over her, violating her, using her the way I wanted to. 
She had a cunt. I used it, that's what they're for.
          Without warning, my balls jerked violently and I ejaculated in
quick violent spurts, clawing at the little bitch's tits, spitting
sperm into her tight little snatch, squeezing it out around my cock
as I continued fucking her while my cock slowly softened. I pulled
out dribbling the last bit of goo between her legs.
          I leaned back over her bound body. I smiled, forced my weight
on her again, pried her eyelids open.
          "Slut," I whispered to her, staring into her wide, terrified
eyes. "You're gonna get a lot more of that." I smiled and let go of
her eyelids. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as I got up
from the bed.
          "Your turn, Jeremy."
          Jeremy waited patiently, working on his cock to get it hard.
          "Let's roll her over," he suggested. "You can heat up her ass
and then I'll break in her asshole."
          "Cool." I grinned. We were a perfect team.
          I untied her legs, keeping a firm grip on her ankles. She did
try to kick but I was stronger than she was, and as Jeremy started
scourging her breasts again she stopped struggling. We rolled her
over and re-tied her face down, staked to the four corners of the
table.
          I couldn't help but stop for a moment to enjoy the sight of
all that smooth, firm, young flesh...perfect round buttocks, strong
slender legs, gently narrowing waist, narrow shoulders. And all
that long silky blonde hair...I'd never seen such beautiful hair.
          "Here," Jeremy handed me the strap, masturbating furiously at
the sight of this girl's tantalizing ass. I took it eagerly. I get
off whipping ass.
          I leaned back, studying my target. I landed a scorching blow
on her buttocks. We laughed aloud as the little slut's head snapped
back and her limbs pulled hopelessly against the ropes securing her
to the table. A vivid welt appeared on her buttocks. I laid another
searing stripe across the bitch's shoulders. I flagellated her by
striking in a sweeping left-to-right motion; the strap drew her
hair off of her back and the strap left fascinating lines all
across her upper back and shoulders.
          I lashed furiously at the back of her thighs and calves but I
paid the most attention to her buttocks. The little cunt's hair
flew around her shoulders as her head snapped from side to side and
her wrists and ankles pulled desperately at the ropes binding her
to the table. Despondent strangled moans gurgled around the gag.
          I stepped back, exhausted, panting from the exertion, my body
soaked with sweat. I could hear Jeremy breathing hard, somewhere
off to my right. The girl's back, thighs and ass were covered with
welts and streaks of blood.
          "Go for it, Jeremy," I panted, putting the strap down.
          Jeremy practically threw himself onto the girl. 
          I hadn't noticed I was already hard again, stroking myself,
sucking in my breath as I watched Jeremy pull Tashia's bloodied
ass-cheeks apart and impale his cock into her virgin asshole,
burying himself balls-deep in one savage thrust.
          It was really something to see; the little girl's whole body
tensed when Jeremy opened her up. Gagging sounds of pure agony,
louder and more urgent than had been forced out of her during her
"softening up", squeezed out around the gag.
          Jeremy was a mean fucker; he liked to pull all the way out and
stab back in, putting all his body weight behind each thrust. He
pulled out slowly, supporting his whole upper body weight on the
two hands prying her cheeks apart. I thought he was going to rip
her ass wide open. Without warning he slammed his prick back into
the chick's asshole. The table lurched and creaked under the
assault; her legs were pulled against the ropes, they were being
scraped raw as he slammed into her again, and again, and again,
driving her body into the table as his penis raped her asshole. 
          Finally, he grunted loudly, blew his load into her, and
collapsed, exhausted. Jeremy lay on top of the little bitch for a
while, sweating like a pig. He finally rolled off her, his limp
bloody and stained penis slipping from the girl's asshole. Her
buttocks were starting to turn purple from the belting I'd given
her, and her whole body jerked as waves of agony coursed through
her body from her brutal torture and double rape.

                             (To be Continued)
                                 (IDEAS?)     Curt Strap's listing of the NOLA series as of 6 September 1994. 
      If you have any suggested titles and/or scenarios let me know.

Nola1.txt      "The Beginning" (Nola's introduction to S&M) 
Nola2.txt      "The Chief of Police" (Nola on a Turkish Island)
Nola3.txt      "The Augustines" (family's introduction to S&M)
Nola4.txt      "The Reverend" (Nola and others 'repent')
Nola5.txt      "The Island" (Inspired by Mister Phil)
Nola6.txt      "The Children" (friend takes over family discipline)
Nola7.txt      "The Rape Photographer" (Just what it implies)
Nola8.txt      "The Porn Producers" (don't make videos with this family)
Nola9.txt      "The Nurse" (tortured by Viet Cong, incomplete, ideas?)
Nola10.txt     "The Children At Play" AKA Children.zip (captured nanny)
Nola11.txt     "The Game" AKA Sarah.zip (young Nola learns about savagery)
Nola12.txt     "The Doctor" (limited distribution) (Nola with Dr. Mengale??)
Nola13.txt     "The Farm" (limited distribution, BBS user's special request)
Nola14.txt     "The Model" (Innocent model gets into S&M photography)
Nola15.txt     "Blackmailing Nola" (boy and friend blackmail Nola)
Nola16.txt     "Blackmailing Tashia" (brother and friend blackmail Tashia)
Nola17.txt     "The Spy" (The name says it all but don't get caught)
Nola18.txt     "The Tudor" AKA Simone.zip (mom hires sadist as girl's tutor)
Nola19.txt     "The Inquisition" AKA Inquis.zip (Nola in 1492)
Nola20.txt     "The Cottage" (sadists take a young girl to a cottage)
Nola21.txt     "The Convent" (husband gets sadistic revenge on wife and girl)
Nola22.txt     "The Cop" (incomplete)
Nola23.txt     "The Reporter" (Moral? - mind your own business or else)
Nola24.txt     "The Musician" (street musician and daughter get taken)
Nola25A.txt    "Nola and Tashia" (Nola humiliated by daughter) or
Nola25B.txt    "Nola and Jeremy" (Nola humiliated by son)(same story)
               (The wonders of Wordperfect's search & replace)
Nola26.txt     "The Prison Matron" (inmates get Nola, user's special request)
Nola27.txt     "The Complex" (house of horrors??)
Nola28.txt     "The Cruise" (includes Pamela1.zip to chap 7)
Nola29.txt     "The Scout Troop" (user's special request)
Nola30.txt     "The Big Brother" (Nola gets a sadistic big brother)
Nola31.txt     "The Exhibitionist" (self-explanatory)
Nola32.txt     "The Asylum" (limited distribution, user's special request)
Nola33.txt     "The Cellar" (terror and torture, what else do I write about?)
Nola34.txt     "The Businesswoman" (Caught in a double-cross)
Nola35.txt     Un-named (incomplete)
Nola36.txt     "The Troller" (Nola picked up by a serial sadist)
Nola37.txt     Un-named as of today
Nola38.txt     "The Cheerleaders"
Nola39.txt     "The Terrorist"
Nola40.txt     "The Indians" (inspired by Mister Phil)
Nola41.txt     "The Law" (a shady policewoman gets hers)
Nola42.txt     "The Freak Show" (Tashia is sold by Nola to a circus)
Nola43.txt     "The Co-eds" (Nola and friends abused in a biker bar)
Nola48.txt     "The Amusement Park" (Better hope your next boyfriend is sane)
Nola49.txt     "The Judge" aka "The Set-Up" (Nola yearns for judgement day)
Nola50.txt     Un-named (incomplete, I don't know where it's going)
Nola51.txt     Un-named (mostly humiliation, so far)
Nola101.txt    "The Runaway" (Tashia runs away with dire consequences)
Nola102.txt    "The Mexican Jail" (don't cross the border with a stranger)
Nola103.txt    "The Babysitter" (spare the rod?? no way!!)
Nola104.txt    "The Neighbour" (neighbour takes charge)
Nola105.txt    "The Tourist (Don't ask a rogue cop for directions)
Nola106.txt    "The Teacher" (Sometimes students know more than teachers)