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

                         END OF WARNING                           Nola32.txt

                          "The Asylum"
                         "By Curt Strap"

                            Chapter 1

     She was pretty; not very old, maybe twelve, just right for
him. She was slim, but not skinny. The girl's chest had just the
hint of developing breasts with big pink nipples. She had long,
shapely legs. Her sway back, common on girls her age, emphasised
her swelling buttocks. Her neck was long, her nose slender, her
eyes green, and her smile was cute showing white and straight
teeth. Her hair was a lustrous auburn, spilling in tresses nearly
to her slim waist.
     Every time Curt saw her, she was in her school uniform; a
white short sleeve blouse under a navy blue vest, with a navy blue
skirt that ended just above her knees. She wore knee high blue
socks and black oxford-like shoes. 
     He waited until the bus was out of sight. He watched as she
started her trip up the road. It was the last time she would ever
get off that bus; the last time she'd ever make that long walk to
her house.
     His hands were shaking. He kept patting the gun on the seat,
glancing back into the van at the ropes and gag, at the handcuffs,
at the drooling pit bull and the huge doberman. In a few minutes
she would be his captive.
     The weather was warm and she'd taken off the sweater, carrying
it on the pile of books in her arms. Her purse hung on her left
shoulder. She had pushed her hair back behind her ears into a long
pony-tail held by an elastic band.
     She glanced nervously at him as he drove past her. As he
swerved the van, cutting her off, he saw her hands go to her mouth
in shock. He picked up the gun and aimed it at her head. 
     "Get in!" he ordered, his voice mean and demanding.
     She thought about running. He could see it in her frightened
eyes but she obeyed and pulled the door open. 
     "Throw your stuff in the back!" he growled at the child. 
     She threw the books, sweater and her purse into the back,
staring at the excited dogs with agitated eyes, shut the door, and
cowered in the seat next to him, pale, but not crying. Her skirt
rode up to reveal a stunning length of bare thigh. He resisted the
urge to probe the exposed flesh with his fat fingers. 
     He had the adorable, terrified young girl at his mercy. Her
eyes fixed on him, innocent and pleading. She was all his to do
with as he pleased.
     "Please don't hurt me," she begged, her voice breaking.
     Curt shivered with delight. He wanted to hear her plead, beg
and cry. That really turned him on. He picked up the cuffs and
ordered her to put her hands out in front of her. She stuck them
out, shutting her eyes as tears spilled down her cheeks. He clamped
the cuff on one of her wrists and told her to cuff the other one
behind her back. It took her the better part of a minute because
she was shaking so badly, but she got the cuff was in place.

     Curt drove up the road for about a mile. Then he pulled into
a roadside park. "Where are you taking me?" she whimpered.
     "Some place special and quiet. Just me and you. You're all
mine now." His heart was pounding with excitement. He had her.   
     "What's your name?"
     "Tashia Augustine," the girl sobbed.
     "What's your middle name, Tashia Augustine?"
     "I don't have one."
     Curt thought his balls would explode as he taunted his young
victim. "Nice name. Are you a virgin, Tashia?"
     "Yes. I'm a good girl...please don't hurt me..."
     Curt pointed to the bulge in his jeans. Tashia let out a
little gasp and turned her head away. "Look at it, Tashia! Know
what that is? You ever see one?"
     Tashia nodded. "Where?"
     "In...a movie...in school," she exclaimed. 
     "I thought you said you were a good girl? Know what it's
called?"
     "A p-p-penis," Tashia sobbed.
     "It's called a cock, Tashia! A cock! Know where I'm going to
put it, Tashia? Tell me!"
     "I-In m-my v-vagi--"
     "In your cunt, little girl! I'm gonna stick it in your virgin
cunt! Say it!"
     Y-you're g-going t-t-to stick it i-in my v-v-v-virgin
c-c-cunt," she sobbed. 
     "Where else am I going to put it, Tashia?" Curt demanded.
     "I d-don't know," the girl whimpered.
     "Where else, Tashia?"
     "I don't know!," the terrified girl screamed.
     "I'm gonna put it in your mouth, Tashia! I'm gonna make you
suck it! I'm gonna put in your ass and assfuck you until you
bleed!"
     The girl screamed and collapsed against the seat, sobbing.
     "Please....no...," she begged.
     Curt was enjoying every second of this mind-game. Such power! 
     "You bet I'm gonna do it, Tashia. You're a sexy chick and I'm
gonna fuck your cunt and ass! I'm gonna touch you and kiss you and
feel anything on you I want, and you can't do anything about it!
What do you think about that, Tashia?"
     Tashia didn't answer. She was curled up against the door,
sobbing. She shouldn't waste it, Curt thought. I'll give her lots
to cry about later! He grabbed her bare thigh, making her scream.
     "You've got great legs, Tashia. How old are you, little girl?"
     "E-Eleven," Tashia sobbed.
     "You know what else I'm gonna do to you?" he smirked.
     She shook her head from side to side.
     "Fix you for being a bad girl!" He felt his bulge harden.
     Curt held the gun in front of her face. "How scared are you?"
     "Real scared!" Tashia screamed. "Please don't kill me!"
     "You want to live?"
     "Yes!"
     "Then stay real scared and do what I tell you!"
     "I will....I will," she shrieked in despair.
     "Crawl into the back and tell me what's in the box at the back
door. Make sure you stay on your hands and knees. If you don't the
dogs won't like it. You wouldn't want them on you, would you?"
     "No," she cried. "Don't let them bite me!" she pleaded.
     She slid between the seats and crawled to the back of the van,
between the two vicious looking dogs. She smelled the horrible
doggy odour that repelled her. She didn't like dogs much; they
scared her. She watched their cruel eyes, expecting to be ravaged
by their teeth. Finally she reached the box.
     She looked in and a silent scream tugged at her throat. It
just couldn't be, she tried to tell herself. Its not real. None of
this is real. Its a nightmare and I'm gonna wake up right now in my
own bedroom.
     "What's there?" Tashia.
     She couldn't form the words fast enough.
     "That's disobedience, Tashia! You know what disobedience is,
don't you?" Curt's crude question stunned the child.
     "Yes, I know what it is!" she cried.
     "Better answer the question!"
     "There's a pa..dd...le a...an...and a bam...boo.. cane...
a...an...and le..at..her str..aps, and a r..rod."
     "What else Tashia, better tell me, or else?"
     "Candles and matches and rope and pins...oh, my..oh..no, no!"
     "Come back up here Tashia!"
     She didn't move.
     "Want the dogs to sniff you?"
     "No," she shrieked. "Don't let them, please!" She crawled back
to the front of the van and slumped into the seat.
     "Know what all that stuff's for?" he grinned at the girl.
     She shook her head. "No, I don't," she whispered hoarsely.
     "Do you lie, Tashia?"
     "No, I don't!"
     "Are you lying now, Tashia?"
     She shook her head, this time nodding yes.
     "I thought so! Do you steal? How about sneaking a smoke?"
     "I...I...!"
     "Is that a "yes"?"
     She nodded her head again.
     "What happens to little girls that lie and steal and smoke?"
     "They get punished, I guess!" she whispered again.
     "The cane, and the rod, what are they for?"
     "I don't know!" she cried.
     "There're for little girls who know about a penis," he hissed.
     "Tell me, Tashia! How do bad little girls get punished?"
     "They get spanked," she murmured.
     "Bare naked spanked, Tashia? Is that right. Because that's
what you're gonna get!"
      He grabbed her head and pulled her mouth against his. She
shivered at his touch but didn't try to pull away. Curt let her go.
     "You belong to me, Tashia. You got that? You belong to me!
Nobody can help you! Nobody! And I'm gonna punish you really good
for being a bad girl!"
     Tashia cowered down in the seat, sobbing hysterically. Curt
wanted to assault her right there. But he'd been in one place too
long. Somebody might stop to see if he was having trouble.
     He started to drive. It was half an hour to his "hide-out".
Tashia continued to sob loudly, her head resting against the door,
just under the window.
     Her skirt was still halfway up her thigh, teasing him. He put
his hand on top of her thigh and ran it up to her panties. The girl
squealed and closed her legs.
     "Open your legs, little girl!" he screamed at her. Tashia
quickly opened her legs, squirming and sobbing harder as he fondled
her virgin thighs.
     Curt wanted to spank the girl. He wanted to punish her, but he
had lots of time for that at the cabin. 
     "P-please st-st-stop," Tashia begged. "I have to pee!"
     Curt drew his hand away from her. He didn't want her to pee
her panties. "You hold it! You piss and I'll whip your bare ass!" 
     He left her alone. He didn't want to scare her and make her
piss herself right now. That would be okay later.
     Curt reached the secluded cabin. He got out and went around to
the other side to pull the girl out. Clamping an arm around her
neck, he forced her inside and locked the door behind him.
     "You still have to pee?" he snarled.
     Tashia nodded emphatically. Curt pulled out the key to the
cuffs, unlocked them and took them off. "Alright. Take off your
skirt and I'll take you to the bathroom."
     Whether out of fear or need to pee, Curt didn't know but
Tashia quickly did what he told her. When she stood in her blouse
and panties, he picked up the skirt and led her to the bathroom.
     "You pee and clean yourself up good. Then put your skirt back
on and get your ass out here!," he snapped. 
     Taking her skirt, Tashia ran inside. He wanted to watch, but
not this time. He had lots of time for that. Her snug white cotton
panties showed him her fantastic and probably very tight ass as she
disappeared into the bathroom.
     A few minutes later Tashia returned, smoothing her skirt. She
was still crying. Curt grabbed her by the throat and pushed her
against the wall.
     "Go back in there and blow your nose and wash your face!," he
demanded. "Now!"
     Curt let go of her and she scrambled back into the bathroom.
When she returned she was crying harder, but looked a little
better. Grabbing her by the arm, he dragged her into the bedroom.
     Tashia's eyes widened when she saw the bed. It was obvious she
knew what he was going to do. He pushed her backwards onto the bed.
     "Lie still!" he snapped. "You move and I'll get the dogs!"
     Tashia lay very still, her arms out at her sides and legs
spread slightly. She had her eyes shut tightly and looked like she
would scream at any moment.
     "Say, please don't spank me," he told her.
     "P-Please d-don't...d-don't...s-spank me," she sobbed.
     "I'm gonna anyway," he leered.
     Her eyes opened. He grinned. "And I'm gonna rape you!" 
     He threw himself on her, pinning her wrists and sealing his
mouth over hers. She had soft, firm lips and her mouth tasted like
toothpaste. He thrust his tongue in as far as he could, grinding
his crotch against her body. He could feel her heart pounding
against his chest and loved every second of the girl's humiliation.
     He climbed off the girl, hauled her up by one arm and pushed
her over to a chair. He spun her around, pinned her arms, lifted
her skirt, lowered her panties and smacked her on the bare ass.
Tashia cried out and shivered against him.
     "That's just a start," he told her. "Sit in this chair and
don't even think about moving until I come back. You move and I'll
hurt you a lot worse! And if you go outside the dogs will get you!"
He shoved her into the chair and stepped out without looking back,
knowing she was too scared to try anything.
     But just in case, he'd deliberately left a phone near the bed;
one that wasn't connected. If he caught her trying to use it, he'd
use that as an excuse to hurt her more.
     He got the ropes, gag, the toy box and all of her stuff out of
the van and let the dogs out. He carried the stuff inside. She was
still sitting in the chair, showing no sign of having moved.
     She was sobbing quietly, her head hanging, hair over her face.
     "Please let me go, I won't tell," she begged.
     "Shut up, cunt!," Curt snapped. "That's your name from now on.
Cunt! I want you to say it!"
     Tashia didn't raise her head. "Cunt."
     Curt slapped her on the side of the head. "Look at me, Cunt.
Tell me how much you like this. Tell me you deserve this."
     Tashia shook her head. "No..."
     Curt slapped her again, harder. "Tell me!"
     "I like this. I deserve this," Tashia sobbed.
     He stepped behind the girl and pulled her wrists together
behind the chair. 
     "Don't tie me up. I won't try to get away!" she pleaded.
     Curt ignored her and tied her wrists. He made sure the ropes
were tight, then bound her ankles. "You have great legs, Cunt. I'm
going to have a lot of fun with them." He moved around behind her
again and forced a cloth gag between her jaws and knotted it behind
her head. He pulled the girl out of the chair, pulled down her
panties and gave her ten hard slaps on the bare ass, making her
scream in pain and humiliation. Then he shoved her back down on the
chair. Her pretty face was red, her eyes bulged and she was panting
hard through the gag. He reached down the front of her blouse,
slipped his hand inside her training bra and pinched one nipple
then the other one, squeezing as hard as he could. 
     She screamed in agony; her whole body going stiff. He knew
that her nipples would be quite sore and sensitive for a long time.
He would make her pain something to remember.
     He removed his hand and went over to the bed. It didn't take
long to check her purse; she didn't have much. Five dollars and a
picture, along with a library card. No make-up or anything else.
     He looked at the picture. It showed a woman probably about
thirty-five. She was pretty. He held it up to her face. "This your
mother?" he asked. Tashia nodded.
     "She got a cute, sexy ass and nice tits?"
     "I guess," Tashia sobbed, muffled by the gag.
     "What's her name?"
     "Nola."
     "Nola? That's a pretty name. I'm going to get her too, Tashia;
bring her here and feed her to the dogs unless you do everything I
tell you to do! Understand?"
     Tashia nodded emphatically. "Good!"
     He thrust his hand into her blouse again and pinched her
nipples, twisting the child's flesh, making her writhe and forcing
incoherent sounds through the gag. After torturing Tashia for a few
minutes, he headed into the kitchen; he needed a beer.
                              * * *
     For the next hour he left the girl alone. His cock got hard
just thinking about what he wanted to do to her. After a while her
loud sobs quieted down and he decided to move onto the next part of
his plan.
                              * * *
     Curt had planned well. This was his first kidnapping; but not
his first rape. Working as a nurse at a mental hospital gave him
access to lots of potential victims. His favourite was a catatonic
ten-year-old named Jenny. Jenny had been at the hospital two years,
ever since seeing her entire family die in front of her.    
     Curt liked her because she wasn't able to tell anyone what he
did to her. She didn't react too much to anything; nor could she do
anything for herself. She ate if fed, went to the bathroom if told
to; but somebody had to wipe her. Otherwise she didn't respond to
anything. Jenny looked a lot like Tashia; long hair and green eyes,
small and thin, but not skinny, and a cute ass. It was because of
the resemblance to Jenny that Curt had been so attracted to Tashia.
Unlike Jenny, Tashia would be quite responsive to his cruelty.
     Not that Jenny was totally unresponsive. The first night Curt
raped her, she cried. Not loud, just tears rolling down her cheeks,
like she felt it. And when he put his cock in her mouth she would
automatically suck and swallow. But the good stuff was the bare
naked spankings he inflicted on her. She responded to them alright;
kicking, dancing and crying as he cracked the leather on her naked
body. He'd work her over for hours when he was in the mood.
     Working there and having Jenny to play with wasn't enough but
it gave him ideas. Kidnapping and torturing a little girl was the
next step.
     He intended to give Tashia maximum pain and terror. He also
didn't want a mess. He'd read a lot of stories on raping and
torturing little girls, but most of them missed some crucial
points. Little girls were prone to throw up, piss or shit their
pants when they got scared. Curt was used to all those things; he
saw it almost everyday, working with mental patients; but he didn't
want that with Tashia. 
     It was easily remedied, of course. He'd clean Tashia out
before he worked on her. He had the stuff to do it; the hospital
supplied the equipment. He even planned to break the girl's hymen
before he raped her so it wouldn't be too messy. 
                              * * *
     He went back into the bedroom, lifted the shaking girl from
the chair and cradled her in his lap. Gently, he pressed her head
to his shoulder and stroked her hair. It was all part of the
disgusting, humiliating mind games he intended to play with her.
     "I'm going to untie you, Tashia," he said gently. "Then you're
going to take all your clothes off." He felt her start to shake
even harder. He gave her a gentle squeeze. 
     "Shh, now, I won't hurt you. I won't even look. I'm going to
give you some special panties to wear, and a shirt. If you're a
real good girl, when I'm done you'll get a bath and then you can go
to sleep. Okay?"
     His gentle tone calmed her a little. He put her on the bed and
went over to the closet where he'd stored the t-shirt that he knew
would fit her real tight. The other item was a pair of hospital
rubber enema pants; they were designed to fit girls about her size. 
     He untied Tashia and turned his back while she undressed. He
didn't want to see her nude until he fucked her. "Have you had a
period yet?" he asked.
     "No," she answered softly.
     "Hurry up and get that stuff on. That hole in the panties goes
in the back."
     A few minutes later she announced she was dressed. He looked
her over, admiring the way the rubber pants hugged her belly and
slender hips. Grabbing her arm, he took her into the bathroom.
     The first thing he did was take a tampon out of the medicine
cabinet. "Stick this in your pussy. It'll hurt the first time but
get used to it because all girls gotta do it sooner or later."
     Tashia took the tampon then turned around and pulled the front
of the rubber pants down. He watched her hands move, inserting it,
gasping a little.
     "It hurts," she told him. "I can't go any further."
     "Push it. "Or I'll get the dogs in here!" he snapped.
     Shaking, Tashia pushed harder. Not satisfied with her
progress, Curt reached around and gave her hand a shove. She
screamed and nearly fell as the tampon's plastic applicator tore
her tender hymen.
     Holding her around the waist, Curt told her to pull out the
applicator and throw it on the floor. She did as she was told,
leaving the tampon inserted. Curt snapped the rubber panties back
into place and turned her to face him. Kneeling down, he ran his
hands up and down her legs. They were baby smooth; with the
lightest of hairs like most little girls her age had. 
     "Good girl. Now get down on your knees and face the toilet."
     Shaking, the girl got down. Curt took a bottle of syrup of
ipecac from the medicine cabinet and poured a small amount on a
spoon. He made Tashia drink it, then held her head when a moment
later her stomach lurched and she started vomiting.
     She vomited twice and dry heaved for a few minutes, then
sagged weakly against the toilet. Curt pulled her to her feet and
made her wash her mouth out, then gave her some mouthwash and a
toothbrush and toothpaste to finish up. While she did that, he
prepared a warm, soap and water enema.
     Curt took her back into the bedroom and made her lie face down
on the bed. Through the hole in the panties he could see pink ass.
After greasing the tube, he fingered her tiny asshole, then slid
the tube in.  
     Tashia gasped at the discomfort as the tube slid up into her
rectum and as the warm, soapy water started to fill her. It didn't
take long before her abdomen bulged and she was moaning in pain.
     "It hurts!," she wailed. "Stop!"
     Curt slapped her head. "Shut up, Cunt! It's you or your
mother, got that?" 
     Tashia immediately quieted down.
                               ***
     He left the enema in for the better part of half an hour, then
took her into the bathroom and let her use the toilet. She sobbed
with relief as her bowels emptied, only to cry harder when he
dragged her back to the bedroom and started an ice cold water enema
to finish cleaning her out.
     While she lay on the bed crying, he filled the bathtub with
hot water for her and put her clothes on the vanity. It was getting
late now; just after six. He didn't think she'd be on the news yet,
but he wanted to see. Just in case. 
     After her second enema was expelled, he had her remove the
tampon and take a bath. He was pleased to see she hadn't bled much.
He left a blow-dryer for her to use on her hair, then went out to
watch the news. As he'd thought, nothing, unless he'd missed it.
     He watched the world news and then a comedy; he liked ogling
the cute teenyboppers. Tashia still wasn't out of the bathroom. He
heard the hair-dryer going so he decided she must be drying he
hair. But, just in case, he decided to check on her. 
     He didn't knock on the bathroom door. He just shoved it open.
Tashia wasn't there. He felt a sudden rush of panic, then realized
she couldn't get out; the back door was bolted on the outside and
he hadn't heard the dogs, and she'd have to get past him to get to
the front. Which meant...?
     Dashing into the bedroom, he found her frantically trying to
dial the phone. The minute she saw him she screamed and dropped the
phone, backing into a corner. He grabbed her by the throat and
slammed her hard against the wall, then flung her onto the bed.
     "Fucking cunt! I told you what would happen if you didn't
cooperate!" Grabbing her by the shoulders, he shook her hard. "I'm
gonna cane your naked ass for that! And I'm gonna get your mother
and let the dogs fuck her!"
     Tashia screamed hysterically. She didn't try to fight him, he
noticed, a sure sign she was terrified. Pulling her to her feet, he
yanked her hands behind her back and tied them again. 
     "Please don't spank me!," she wailed. 
      "Shut up!" he screamed at her, grabbing her around the waist,
lifting her skirt and slapping her ass; three quick hard blows. He
shoved her back into the chair and tied her ankles. It was time to
teach her a lesson with his cock. He unzipped his pants, exposing
his thick, ten-inch cock to the terrified little girl.  

     "Open wide, Tashia! And you even think about biting me, you're
dead and so is your mother!"  
     Lower lip trembling, Tashia opened her mouth as wide as it
could go. Grabbing her hair, Curt forced his cock into her mouth,
shoving it until it went into her throat. Tashia gagged and
struggled so hard she nearly tipped the chair over.   
     Curt held her head until she stopped choking. The he pulled
back and plunged in and out, again and again; the girl's hot, wet
mouth and whimpers driving him toward a quick, massive orgasm.
     His head was roaring when he ejaculated, the ecstasy was so
great. He rammed his cock back into Tashia's throat and held her
head pressed into his abdomen, making the little girl take his
whole load down her throat, then lick him clean before he withdrew.
     Tashia began choking and sobbing as soon as he pulled out. 
     "I hate you!," she screamed at him. "I hate you, I hate you!"
     Curt slapped her across the face. Hard enough to leave a red
imprint of his hand. "Watch your mouth, Tashia! You love what I
just did! You want more!"
     "No!," Tashia screamed. "Leave me alone!"
     Her terror aroused Curt. He was pleased with what he'd done to
her and with what he still planned to do. Grabbing a thick handful
of her hair, he jerked the little girl's head back so she had to
look up at him.
     He sealed his mouth over hers, thrusting his tongue in. Tashia
gagged in disgust. The worst of her humiliation still wasn't over.
After he'd raped her he would think of new ways to punish her.
     Reaching down inside her blouse, he punished her nipples. Her
little body jerked each time in response to his probing fingers.
Drawing his hand back out, he began to stroke his thick cock. He
was ready to come again.
     He pulled away from the girl's mouth and held her head still
while he jerked off in front of her. Tashia tried to squirm away,
and he gave her hair a jerk, making her sit still.
     "Here it comes, cunt!," he screamed, spewing his thick load
all over her pretty face. He wiped it off and made her lick it off
of his fingers, enjoying every second of watching her do disgusting
things. Never did he think it could be this great!
     "Tastes good?" he laughed. "Want more?"
     "No! Leave me alone, please!," Tashia begged.
     "No way, cunt. You're all mine."
     "I want to go home," Tashia pleaded. "I want my mommy!"
     "Tough shit, cunt." Curt forced the gag between her teeth
again and tied it. He wasn't done yet. He went into the kitchen and
searched the toy box until he found two snap-on alligator clips.
Returning to Tashia, he opened the little girl's blouse and pushed
up her training bra. Her nipples were tiny and pink, not even
erect.
     Curt lowered his head and sucked on one, then the other. They
were obviously very sensitive; a flick of his tongue brought them
erect. Just for some more fun, he pinched them, making Tashia
squirm and whimper with pain.
     "See these?," he asked, holding up the clips. "All for you,
Tashia. Watch."

     He spread the clips and clamped one on each nipple. The girl's
eyes grew wide and she shook her head violently. She definitely
didn't want that!
     Laughing, Curt let the clamps snap shut. Tashia screamed so
loudly, the gag barely muffled it. The little girl began to twist
violently, trying to shake them free, but she couldn't.
     Curt got hard watching her struggles. He briefly considered
taking out her gag and face fucking her again, then discarded that
idea. He touch her pussy just yet either. He'd save that for later.
     He lifted the girl out of the chair and threw her on the bed
face up. Viciously, he pulled the clamps off of her swollen nipples
and started to jerk off. Tashia shut her eyes tight.
     This time he ejaculated on her chest; gobs and gobs of cum.
Laughing, he rubbed it into her skin, ignoring her moans of agony
as he rubbed her extremely sore nipples.
     "Yeah, that's terrific," he chuckled. "Real good."
     When the last of his sticky cum had been rubbed it, he pulled
her bra down and buttoned her blouse, then flipped her over, with
her legs hanging off the bed. He lifted her skirt and pulled down
her panties. Then he pulled off his belt and smacked the girl's ass
with it, the loud crack of the leather against her bare tender
buttocks had him hard immediately. 
     One more thing to do, he decided, before he got some rest.
After giving the girl's ass one more hard swat, her took her skirt
off and pulled her panties down over her ankles. He stared at the
tightest, cutest little asshole he'd ever seen. 
     "Just wait here," he teased. "I'll be right back."
                              * * *
     Curt deliberately took a long time in the bathroom getting the
KY jelly. While he was there, he filled a syringe with a small
amount of sedative; for later. Back in the bedroom, he surveyed his
young victim. She looked so tender and helpless, hands bound behind
her, ankles tied. Her little body racked with sobs. He knelt down,
running his hands over her bare thighs as he tongued her tender
ass. She shivered, from disgust. 
     He slipped the neck of the jelly tube into her tiny sphincter
and squeezed, filling her with the gooey stuff. Tashia squirmed as
it entered her, her sobs softening but sounding no less frightened.
When the tube was empty, Curt stood up, spread her tiny asscheeks,
and put the head of his cock at her opening.
     Tashia tensed. 
     "Yeah, do that. I want it to hurt a lot!" he laughed, pushing
his cock in. Despite her tightness, the jelly eased the way. As his
cock entered the little girl's hot rectum, Tashia gasped. 
     He pushed himself all the way in, then pulled out and shoved
back in again, as hard as he could. Tashia screamed and buried her
face in the bed covers as Curt pounded her tight, virgin ass
fiercely. Curt knew she despised every minute of this and pounded
her harder, never quite letting his cock slip out of her
super-tight, lubricated asshole. 
     When he finally came, he dumped his thick, hot load deep
inside of her bowels. Slipping his hand around her slim hip, he
lightly fingered her virgin pussy. When the little girl responded
by collapsing in a limp heap, sobbing, Curt knew she was spent for
the night. Curt pulled out.
     Much as he hated to admit it, he was tired. It had been a long
day and tomorrow would be even longer. For him and Tashia as well.
     He rolled the little girl over onto her back and gently
inserted the needle into her arm. Tashia's eyes closed quickly as
the sedative and exhaustion put her to sleep. Curt untied her and
removed the gag. But he left her bare. 
     Curt lay down next to her and pulled the covers over them.                             Chapter 2

     The next morning Curt woke Tashia and made her dress. She was
more submissive than yesterday, but more frightened.
     After she dressed, Curt tied her hands again. "You hungry,
Tashia? You want some fucking breakfast?"
     Tashia nodded. Tears crept down her face.
     "Here, have some!," he shouted, forcing his cock into her
mouth. He face-fucked the girl for ten minutes and made her swallow
his cum; her "breakfast". The girl choked and gagged the whole time
and afterward knelt sobbing in front of him while he gagged her.
     Curt had to work today. But he'd planned for that, too.
Pulling the girl to her feet, he took her to the second bedroom. It
was empty except for a low wooden bench. He made her sit on it then
tied her ankles together and grinned at her.
     "This'll keep you from getting into trouble," he told her.
"Now, you gotta go to the bathroom or anything?"
     Tashia shook her head. "Good. 'Cause you'll be in here all
day. I'll see you in eight or ten hours." Laughing, he shut the
door on her and headed to the bathroom to get ready for work.
     He stopped once more before he left to make sure she didn't
need to use the bathroom, then headed off to work. 
                              * * *
     The morning crawled by. Once or twice he was gripped by the
paranoid feeling that she might have escaped, or worse, that
someone had seen him take her.
                              * * *
     The noon news had a story on her disappearance, tucked neatly
at the end, right after the sports; typical, Curt noted. Missing
kids rarely ever attracted much attention.
                              * * *
     Curt ran to his car when his shift was over. His balls ached
and his cock was throbbing for Tashia's tight pussy. No more
waiting. He was going to rape the little girl all night. 
                              * * *
     Tashia cowered when he opened the door. Curt had removed his
clothes and his rock hard meat was sticking out, pointing at her
tear stained face. "Suck me, girl!" he demanded, removing her gag.
"Suck me and I'll let you go now!"
     Tashia leaned forward, her eyes on him as she took his cock in
her mouth. Tears streamed down her face, tears of humiliation,
tears of rage. She took his swollen prick in her mouth and started
to suck, but it wasn't enough to please Curt. 
     Grabbing her head in both hands, he raped her mouth, jamming
all ten inches of his thick cock down her throat and forcing her to
suck him that way. Tashia choked and gagged, her small body heaving
as she fought to control herself, and finally, she tasted the vile
scum pumping from his hairy balls.
     When she had finished and the last of his cum was down her
throat, Curt gagged her once more. "Party time, babe," he chuckled.
     He carried the kid to the bedroom and flung the sobbing child
onto the bed and reached under her, unzipping her skirt. He drew it
off slowly, watching her white panties creep into view, then they
were exposed, the only thing left covering her tender virgin mound.
     "This won't hurt at all, Tashia," he told her, his voice
seductively cruel and kind at the same time. He rubbed his hand
over her mound, feeling it through the fabric of the panties, as
Tashia squirmed and squealed and whimpered. Then, ever so slowly,
he pulled them off.
     Her pussy was perfect; hairless, with just the slightest trace
of pink on the outer lips. Curt lowered his mouth and began to lick
her there, her squeals and whimpering turning to grunts of disgust
as his tongue roughly probed her delicate slit.
     He licked her for a few minutes, just long enough to make her
wet. He didn't want to her to have any pleasure. He didn't even
want her to know what an orgasm was. He just wanted to make the
going easier; for him.
     He slid up over her, guiding his cock with one hand to the
opening of her tiny hole. Tashia stopped moaning and looked at him,
realizing that the terror and pain was far from over.
     Tashia's eyes widened as he pushed in; then just a moment of
hesitation before she screamed through her gag. 
     Curt pushed with all his strength until he was buried all the
way inside of her tight virgin cunt. Her screams were almost too
much for him; they excited him; they drove him to brutalize her .
Grinning like a madman, he pulled out and slammed back in, enjoying
her terror and her pain.
     He'd never imagined it could be so good; it was one thing to
fuck a catatonic girl, quite another to fuck one who could feel it
and react. Tashia's cunt clamped around his cock like a vacuum.
     He stared at her eyes as he pushed himself back into her. They
were huge now, full of pain and terror, not a trace of any other
emotion in them. Every inch of her body was tense, her legs stuck
straight out and rigid. He felt his cock slide up inside of her and
withdraw again, maintaining a rhythm that brought pleasure to him
and pain to her.
     "I like hurting you Tashia!," he howled, "your pussy is so
tight! I bet Nola's is real tight and her asshole too."
     Tashia squeezed her eyes closed and screamed louder. It might
have been stop, it might have been a cry of agony; Curt didn't
know, nor did he care. Ass quivering with the sudden force of his
pending orgasmic pleasure, he shot his hot semen deep into her.
     Curt collapsed on top of the little girl, panting and grinning
and feeling totally satiated. He'd raped her, fucked her hot, tight
cunt for, but it wasn't over just yet. No, he had more humiliation
and pain planned for his naked prisoner.
     He pulled out of the little girl, slowly, feeling the way her
tensed muscles squeezed the last hot slime from his cock. Tashia
immediately rolled onto her side and drew her legs up in a fetal
position, a feeble attempt to protect or even comfort herself.
     "I'm not done yet, Tashia!" he screamed, as he forced her face
down and her ass up in the air, spreading her legs. 
     Grabbing her slender hips, he penetrated her from behind. 
     Tashia emitted a surprised gasp, then resumed sobbing as he
slid into her violated cunt again. Curt pounded her a few times,
then got another idea to help satisfy his jaded lust. Picking up
the rope he'd used on her ankles, he pulled it around her neck and
held it in one hand like a rein. Tashia started choking as he
pulled it tight while fucking her hot cunt, holding it there until
the girl sounded almost ready to pass out, then releasing it when
he pulled out of her. He did this again and again, bringing her to
the brink of unconsciousness, then releasing the rope when he
pulled out.
     "Yeah! Ride-her-cowboy!" he bellowed as he came again, pulling
the rope as tight as he dared. Once more he brought her to the
limit of her endurance, then let go. The last time she collapsed
onto the bed, gasping and sobbing and trembling uncontrollably.
     "Yeah, baby, that was great," Curt breathed. He left the girl
lying there while he went to shower. "I'll be back, cunt!" 
                              * * *
     When he returned half an hour later, Tashia still lay face
down on the bed, quiet, her body shaking almost uncontrollably.
Curt rolled her over, grinning maniacally. 
     The girl stared at him with a look of absolute terror. She'd
bitten down so hard on the gag, it was almost severed. Still
grinning, Curt raped her again using his rope trick. This time, she
didn't last for even ten minutes. She just passed out.
     After he finished, Curt lay next to the girl. Much as he
wanted to, he didn't rape her again. She was on the edge of
acceptance; maybe beginning to like it. And he didn't want that.
     There was only one more thing. Cane her naked body.                             Chapter 3

     It was a little after midnight when he took Tashia to the
empty room where she would receive the promised correction for her
conduct. Knowing what was coming, she was in no mood to submit.
Every inch of the way the frail girl resisted him. With head bowed
and her hair flying with the energy of her resistance, she braced
her straining legs against the direction of the march. Pushed
forward in his grasp, her arms twisted back, she struggled, lunging
her naked hips, against Curt in a frantic attempt to break free.
     Curt had dealt with reluctant girls before and had no trouble
forcing her into the room where the bench and hanging rope with two
leather cuffs stood waiting.
     He manoeuvred Tashia to the bench and forced her to stand on
it. She struggled wildly as he secured her wrists by the leather
cuffs. Tashia tossed her hair with breathless fury as her angry
green eyes stared at Curt as he pulled the rope tight and tied the
end to a hook in the wall.
     Then he did what she considered the impossible, even for him.
He kicked the bench out from her feet and she twisted and danced in
the air, her toes a least six inches from the carpet.
     He stood back and watched the erotic display that her writhing
naked body offered him. His cock, hugely erect and curved upwards,
almost touched his undulating, flabby, hairy belly.
     Curt was well acquainted with the female anatomy and endurance
and was not concerned by her screams and wildness. He was going to
play hard for the rest of the night. Tashia's surging clenching
buttocks excited him to a fury that removed all compassion about
whipping her sadistically.
     "Dance for me, Tashia," Curt said, smiling tauntingly at the
humiliation in her green eyes. "You're gonna remember your lesson
the rest of your life!"
     He studied the swell of Tashia's bare buttocks. He was in no
hurry. He could last all night. He never hurried when whipping a
girl, preferring to enjoy the drama and the anticipation. He
studied the bare target. He ran his tongue along his lips as he
picked up a slim quivering cane from his box of toys. It was three
feet in length, beginning with a handle about an inch thick and
ending with a tapered quivering tip.
     He put his hand on the pale bare skin in the small of her
back. Tashia seemed struck dumb by the horror. Her face gave way to
panic. The hair had broken from its pony-tail and tossed across her
back as she twisted her head to the limit, trying to look around
and see what Curt was doing. He raised the cane high behind his
shoulder and brought it down with vicious skill. The sharp cut of
the cane across the bare cheeks of Tashia's ass made the room echo
with her shriek. 
     A savage stroke of the supple cane caught her ass. A grunt
broke from her gagged mouth as she twisted her hips in an obscene
performance of erotic horror. He slapped her again across both
heaving cheeks. Tashia's breath caught in a frantic gasp; the pale
firmness of her legs twisting and teasing Curt's hard cock. 
     An agonizing ear-splitting smack of the cane across the backs
of her legs, then her ass filled Tashia's eyes with scalding tears.
     The naked agony of another brutal cut of the cane across the
pale swelling globes of her ass twisted her face around toward her
torturer, the green eyes wild, the gagged mouth coughing.
     Curt stook back to regain his composure. The eleven-year-old
girl was gasping and squirming. His tongue wet his lips as he
contemplated the sight of Tashia's buttocks, streaked by the raised
welts of his quivering cane. The suggestive erotic writhing of the
naked girl encouraged him to continue her brutal punishment.
     A wicked-aimed stroke of the cane across the lower fatness of
Tashia's bare buttocks was followed by a searing stripe of bamboo
across the soft undercurve; then another just above the crease
dividing her ass and her thighs. A swollen welt raised diagonally
across both heaving cheeks of the tortured girl's ass threw her
forward. Curt followed the vicious stroke with another on the same
welt, then another. Tashia kicked her bare legs, her hair flying.
Again the ringing smack of the cane cut across the punished ass. He
whipped her sadistically across the lower swell of her buttocks.
Six vicious low strokes cut her flesh and red drops ran down to the
backs of her knees...Tashia kicking wildly.
     After a moment's pause the wall echoed with the impact of the
cane across the bare mounds of Tashia's buttocks...across the rear
of her thighs...low across the backs of her calves. Six diagonal
cuts aimed across the blazing cheeks raised more welts that oozed
red. 
     Curt paused again and admired the bleeding buttocks of the
contorting girl. Then he fondled the warm folds of Tashia's
intimate feminine flesh between the rear of her thighs,
masturbating her. He touched her clitoris and she tried to clench
her legs together to prevent the disgusting intrusion. Curt let his
fingers wander between the cheeks of Tashia's ass, playing in the
humid valley around her asshole. He forced his finger into her
anus. 
     Tashia fainted.
                               ***
     Curt lifted the girl's limp form in his arms and carried her
out to the van. Tashia's ordeal had come to an end, but his fun had
just begun...                            Chapter 4
                                
     Curt came to work a week later feeling exuberant, full of
life. He wasn't concerned that anyone would find out what he'd
done; or that they would catch him if he chose to do it again.
Nothing had happened during the vacation he'd taken to rest up, and
he didn't think anything would happen now.
     He waved good morning to the a couple of nurses standing at
the coffee machine as he passed by. He stopped to pick up his room
keys at the nurses station.
     While he was there the chief psychiatrist, walked up to him.
"Good to see you back, Curt." He grinned crudely. 
     Curt nodded, silently wondering if the doctor wasn't really a
patient who'd escaped at some point and nobody noticed.
     "We have a new patient in your wing. She was just brought in
two days ago. Total catatonic."
     Dr. Green put a hand on Curt's shoulder and led him down the
hall to a room that, last week, had been unoccupied. Through the
little glass window, Curt could see a young girl with long, auburn
hair sitting with her back to the door, staring out the
mesh-and-glass window.
     "She's a rape victim, that much we know. She was badly marked
up and she must have gone through hell. The bastard used a cane on
her. She won't talk, she hardly eats. She doesn't even seem to
recognize her mother. She's like little Jenny. We put her with you
because you seem to be able to handle them."
     "Say!" he smiled, "why don't you take both of them up to your
cabin for a few days. I hear you got a couple of dogs that really
like kids. It would be good for them. Think about it!"
     Curt nodded. He was already getting hard. Another catatonic to
play with! How much better could this get?  
     "Well, I'll leave you to, um, get acquainted," the doctor said
with a smile, then walked off.
     Curt unlocked the door and stepped inside. The girl didn't
react to the squeak of his shoes on the floor or the sound of the
door shutting behind him. He walked around to the other side of the
bed and looked at her face. A slow, sick smile crept across his
lips as a hint of terror filled the girl's green eyes.
     "Hello, Tashia. Ready for some hot cock?"                   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.

                         And a Question:

     Does anyone out there still like whips?  Or for that matter
canes, straps, paddles, tawses, martinets, cat-o'-nines, riding
crops, or even an occasional good old fashioned bundle of birch
switches? I haven't seen a good flagellation story in ages. What
ever happened to naughty young schoolgirls getting their asses
caned by lecherous old headmasters? I'm not talking about spanking
people. That's its own little club, and they mostly frown on us
hard core B&D and S&M freaks. I'm talking about the whip 'em till
they bleed world. Are any of us "flag" freaks still out there? 
Comments please.

Curt Strap
March, 1994          Listing of the NOLA series as of 27 Mar 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     "Torturing Nola"
Nola15.txt     "Tickling Nola"
Nola16.txt     "Blackmailing Nola"
Nola17.txt     "The Spy"
Nola18.txt     Un-named
Nola19.txt     Un-named
Nola20.txt     Un-named
Nola21.txt     "The Convent"
Nola22.txt     Un-named
Nola23.txt     "The Reporter"
Nola24.txt     "The Musician"
Nola25.txt     Un-named
Nola26.txt     "The Prison Matron"
Nola27.txt     "The Complex"
Nola28.txt     Un-named
Nola29.txt     "The Scout Troop"
Nola30.txt     "Tashia"
Nola31.txt     "The Exhibitionist"
Nola32.txt     "The Asylum"

Curt Strap - March 27, 1994