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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 STUFF, THEN DON'T READ IT!

                         END OF WARNING                   NOT FOR PUBLIC DISTRIBUTION

                           Nola33.txt

                          "The Cellar"
                         "By Curt Strap"

                            Chapter 1

     I was in high school and not quite thirteen so being
thoughtless, irresponsible, unreliable and untrustworthy was no big
deal. It was expected and was reflected in my nickname, Wicked
Witch. But, what the hell, daddy is real important in this boring
town and I intend to use his influence to my advantage. Besides, I
kind of liked the name. It told me that they understood just where
they stood with me.
     It rained Friday morning. I woke up tired because I stayed up
most of the night gossiping on the phone with Cathy and felt bitchy
enough to skip the last day of school. I told Mom I was feeling
sick. My grades are only so-so but she's usually pretty anti-social
about school and didn't make a big deal out of it. 
     She took my temperature, told me I was probably going to get
my first period, called me in sick, and then mom went to her
computer course. Dad would be away on business until late August,
so mom would stay out all most of the night to check out the hot
guys at the strip bars. I had the house to myself, at least until
after midnight.
     I lay around in bed for awhile watching soaps and thinking
about what she said about my period. That was gross. I finally got
bored, so I filled the bathtub, took off my sexy nightie and sank
into the hot water and soft oil bubbles.
                              * * *
     I must have dozed off in the hot water, because the next thing
I knew, I heard a man's voice yelling and the bath water was tepid.
     "Hey, is anybody home?"
     Scared shitless, I jumped out of the tub, wrapped myself in a
big towel and crept out into the hall. I peeked over the railing
and saw an older, gross pig of a guy, maybe 50 or 60, down in the
entrance hall.
     "Me, I'm here. Who the hell are you and how did you get in
here?" I demanded as I stood up.
     "Oh! Sorry, girlie. We're here to unload the pig manure your
father ordered. No one answered when I rang the doorbell. The back
door was open. I need to know where to dump the shit." 
     Another old grey-bearded guy appeared and looked up at me,
leering. Then a third person, a little boy no older than nine or
ten, stepped into the foyer. They were all obese sows, dressed in
filthy clothes with long dirty tangled hair and soiled sweat
stained faces. And did they ever stink, even from up here.
     "Well, you creepy-crawlers will just have to wait. You were
supposed to be here last week! You can't be in the house with all
that shit on your boots. Get out and I'll be down in awhile. Wait
outside for me and don't dump anything until I get there."
     The older man took off his frayed cap and looked up. 
     "Well, young lady, would you mind if we helped ourselves to a
cold beer? It's really hot delivering that crap!"
     I was furious. They really spooked me. These losers came into
the house uninvited and wouldn't leave, tramped filth all over the
floor, ruined my bath and had the nerve to ask for a beer.  
     "Yeah, I do mind! Buy your own booze! Get outside with the
rest of the garbage. I'll be out in a few minutes."
     In a rage, I turned around and stomped back into my bedroom.
I slammed the door so hard it bounced open again. Shit, I broke
another lock-set. Dad would be pissed. He warned me about my temper
tantrums. I dropped the towel and began to brush my hair. I wasn't
going to hurry for those creepy weirdos!
     I was brushing the tangles out of my long wet hair when I saw
movement in the corner of my eye and turned to the open door. The
two men and the little boy stood there, staring at me!
     I was naked, they grossed me out! I grabbed the towel that I
dropped earlier and turned to face them, "What do you stupid jerks
want, now? Get out of my room right now, or I'll call the police!"
     The older guy smiled, "And tell them what, honey child? That
you are a rude, bitch looking' to get yourself in deep dark shit?"
     I got a little anxious but I could also feel my anger
building, "Get lost, you stinking shit-shoveller! I mean it! Or
you'll be sorry."
     Instead of leaving, they walked into the room. The big guy was
smiling. "I came up here to tell you that you that your daddy can
shove that shit up his ass. I don't take bull from a kid. I'm gonna
teach your sexy little ass a lesson."
     The little boy spoke for the first time, "Wow.! Uncle Jeremy,
do it like you and uncle Curt do me with your belt out in the
woodshed. And cute little Jenny too, when you're all boozed up!"
     The old man grabbed my wrists. The towel fell to the floor
when he threw me on my bed. He stood over me, staring at my bare
body while the others edged closer.
     "So, you don't like shit, cutie?" He reached down and wiped
some foul slime off of his boots. Then he ran his hands down the
front of my body, from my neck to my belly. "We're gonna teach you
to like pig shit, you little bitch!"
     The kid was all eyes, following the guy's hands down my body,
"Wow! She sure has cute boobies for such a little girl, don't she,
uncle? Better than Jenny, that's for sure."
     The bearded fat slob nodded in agreement, "Damn fine hunk of
girl meat, if you ask me!"
     Their filthy talk grossed my out. 
     "Well, girlie, we sure don't got us no woodshed here, but I'll
bet we can do it in the cellar. He turned to the other man, "Let's
get her down there and check it out. We'll teach her what happens
to mouthy chicks."                            Chapter 2

     I knew that this guy in my computer course really wanted me.
All year he had invited me to his house, but I didn't go. He didn't
give a shit that I was married to a prominent business man or that
I had a twelve-year old daughter. 
     Jason was a skinny old guy, almost bald, with a gross pot
belly. He was real dense, a geek. He was shorter than me; the top
of his head was just up to my breasts. I was 37, he was 50 or so.
     He had hit on me almost everyday since the class started. He
was always asking what I did on the weekends my husband was away,
and repeatedly asked me to visit him the next time my husband was
out of town!
     I told my husband about Jason. We laughed at his awkward
attempts to entice me to his house and Terry suggested I tease him
a little; turn him on by going to his place, but not doing
anything. Laughing, we agreed that I should try it, but I didn't.
     On Friday, I was all fired up with lust, feeling horny, and
hot, and Terry away for at least a week. Tashia pulled another one
of her scams and stayed home from school. I knew I had a computer
class with Jason today, and, to torment him, I dressed just for
him. I put on a pair of black bikini panties and a black, half-bra
that made my chest extremely impressive. Then I put on a black
miniskirt and an old, red, pullover that had buttons between my
neck and my gut. I left just enough open at the top to expose the
tempting suggestion of my ample breasts.
                              * * *
     Jason came up to me right away and did his typical "strip me"
performance with his leering eyes. He checked out my top. And, as
usual, he sat beside me. Before class started, I turned in my seat
and crossed my legs, talking to him about some senseless thing. He
couldn't take his eyes off my thighs. The teacher came in and I
gave Jason a little show by uncrossing my legs and sliding them
around one at a time! I definitely heard him swallow and groan!
     I gave him crotch-shots all morning. I didn't hear a word that
the teacher said. I was so hot playing my dangerous but fun game
that I accepted his invitation for lunch so I could torment the
nerd. I unbuttoned my sweater a little more during the morning, and
then again as we walked to the diner, so lots of tit was on display
just for him. I kept my jacket on so it was a private show.
                              * * *
     I finally agreed to go to his house with him, when he asked
after class, and he started walking home so fast I told him I
couldn't keep up with him! He probably thought he had me.
     When we got to his house, Jason asked if he could hang my
jacket in the closet. I knew he wanted a better view. I said I'd
keep it because I couldn't stay long, and sat down on the sofa.
     Jason was having trouble looking me in the eye! His eyes were
too busy searching my boobs and my exposed thighs under the mini-
skirt. He had an erection and mumbled at lot. When he sat beside
me, I said I had go. His voice almost cracked and he almost cried. 
     "No, Nola, please stay." What a jerk, I thought!
     He followed me to the door and leaned against it. I smiled and
said, "I can't get the door open with you leaning against it, Jason."
     "There's a penalty to get out, Nola. A hot kiss."
     I had teased him so much for the last few hours, I thought.
what harm could there be if I gave him a little kiss?
     I smiled and turned my face down to him.
     He started to kiss me, and within seconds, he pushed his foul
tongue between my lips and teeth, into my mouth. He had stinking
breath. I let him french kiss me for a minute or two, and, as the
kiss ended, I took his hand, pressed it against my tits, broke away
from him and opened the door.
     I was down the stairs and outside before the creep thought to
follow after me, begging me to stay. 
     I laughed at his pathetic whining. He was so hungry for my
body that I almost felt sorry for him, almost, but not quite. I
just continued my malicious game and left him hanging. 
                              * * *
     About two hours later, after ogling some gorgeous hunks at the
strip bar, and drinking vodka martinis that some guys bought for
me, I drove home. It was after midnight and two lanes of the
highway were closed because of a terrible accident. Traffic was
backed up for miles. I cursed at the inconvenience. I got off at an
exit I'd never used before and took a route that seemed to go in
the right direction. It was a rough gravel road, but I thought I
could cut across the city and eventually get back on a main
highway. I sped up in a hurry to get home.
     Suddenly, the caddy stalled when I went much too fast through
a huge puddle and all the lights on the digital dash went out. I
coasted the car to the side of the road under a street lamp.
Looking abound for help, I realized that there wasn't any traffic.
     Frustrated, I got out and opened the hood. As I was looking at
the engine compartment without a clue what was wrong, I saw a car's
headlights. I jumped up and waved frantically, pointing to my
stalled vehicle.
     The driver of the pick-up pulled over behind me. His lights
were on bright so I couldn't see him very well. The door opened and
I saw a guy step down from the driver's side. Two teenage boys got
out of the other door and moved toward me.
     "Well, well, guys... look what we have here." A crude grin
crossed his face. "Remember? I told you about Nola?"
     I recognized his voice. It was Jason.
     The kids laughed, and I could feel my face turn scarlet.
Softly, I asked, "Can you help me, Jason? My car just stopped."
     Jason laughed. "Your car stalled?. Well, Nola, we all have
problems. It's really a tough break, for you. I'd help you, but,
you see, I have a big problem of my own."
     I stared at him, pleading with my eyes, and threw in a few
turn-on moves with my body, but he ignored me, and said, "You know
what my problem is, don't you Nola?"
     My throat was dry and tense, as words fought to come out. 
     "No, Jason, I don't."
     "Well, Nola, One of my problems is right here." He grabbed his
crotch. The boys laughed at this suggestive exchange.
     I looked around, aghast and questioned myself: what could I
do? My first thought was to jump into my car and lock the door. It
was too far away! But I began to edge closer.
     "My other problem, Nola, is a woman who teases me. A woman who
gets my cock hard and doesn't come across. A women like you, who
likes to tease and play mind games." He grinned when the boys
giggled, encouraging him to continue humiliating me.
     "I'm sorry, Jason. I didn't mean it... please forgive me?"
     He laughed. "Well, I could. Maybe I'll forgive you by putting
you over the hood of your car and spanking your cute ass." 
     This rude outburst produced hysterical giggling from the
teenagers. One of them rubbed his cock through his stained jeans.
     I was almost close enough, the stupid imbeciles didn't even
anticipate my plan...I made my move! I opened the door, jumped in
the car and pulled the door shut. 
     A desperate Jason lunged at me! Too late! I clawed at the
automatic door lock switch, frantically pushing it and heard the
satisfying click as the locks closed.
     Locked! I was safe.
     I saw the frustrated look in Jason's eyes, and stared at him
with my superior, arrogant stare. I even stuck out my tongue at him
and gave him the finger! His face curled up in rage then relaxed
and smiled. That repulsive smile shocked me.
     He bent down and picked up the ring of keys that must have
fallen out of my pocket when I bent over the hood of the car. 
     "Oh, god, no," I shrieked in desperation. I grabbed the
cellular phone and punched 911. Nothing. No fucking power!
     He gave the keys to one of his grinning friends. The boy
accepted the keys with a ghastly grin and slowly, oh, how slowly
unlocked the passenger door, opened it, and crawled in beside me,
clawing at me! I screamed, but there was no one to hear my pathetic
plea for help. He put his hairy arm around my throat cutting off my
air supply. He used the other hand to push the unlock button. Jason
just stood there with an obscene grin on his bloated face.
     "Get the cock-teasing bitch out here."
     Hands grabbed me. I struggled, uselessly. With taloned fingers
gripping my ankles and arms, they pulled me out from the security
of the car and dumped me in the dirt.
     A look of pure hatred and wild fury etched Jason's face. "Now,
cunt. It's lesson time. 
     Jason pulled me to my feet. "We can't do you out here. But I
bet your place is nice and quiet and safe. With your precious
husband gone and all. "Get into the truck."
     I climbed into the cab of the truck, between Jason and the
slobbering boys. The creeps grabbed and squeezed my breasts. My
flesh ached from their cold-hearted, brutal fingering.
                              * * *
     We pulled into a my driveway thirty minutes later. So much for
the security and privacy of a remote and secluded home with a
sophisticated intrusion alarm. The house key and the alarm key are
on the key chain with the car keys. 
     Held in the firm grip of the two boys, I reluctantly made the
journey inside. I wrestled in their iron grip but they were more
than a match for me and all that vodka sure didn't help me resist
much. Following Jason, they forced me, panting and struggling, down
the steep cellar steps and along the fluorescent-lit passageway to
a door with a sign saying "Medieval Inn".                            Chapter 3

     The first thing I saw when Jason pushed open the door was a
little fat kid swinging the cane that he held in both hands,
cracking it against the bare welted cheeks of my daughter's ass.
And, in front of Tashia, a horribly fat grinning freak snapped a
leather belt hard into the panting girl's bare heaving belly.
     "Mommy," the girl choked out an agonized whisper. "Help me!"
     "Tashia, my god, my little girl! What are you doing to her?"
     "Make them stop, mommy. They're hurting me bad!"
     "Stop hell," Jason croaked, "your mommy's gonna swing up there
beside you for some serious hurt!"
     "A party!" one of the fat pigs mouthed to the woman and the
men with her. "And this one's got tits!"
     "Strip her! Then haul her up!" Jason ordered.
     Rough hands pulled at me, tearing at my sweater and mini,
stripping off my clothes. 
     One of the boys pulled out a long wicked-looking knife, and I
trembled at the sight of the gleaming steel blade. He laughed and
pressed the sharp edge against my white flesh. "Not yet, cunt, you
and me get to play cutting and poking games with this baby later."
     I closed my eyes, expecting to be slashed. The knife cut my
bra straps, then slipped down to split the waistband of my panties.
In seconds, my tits and ass were naked.
     The teens went wild. "Yeah! Look at that hairy pussy! I'm
gonna drive my cock into that hot cunt!"
     The ten year old just stared. Sure, he'd seen his older
sister, Jenny, naked when she got it in the woodshed and there was
the bare naked girl they were working over, but he had never
anything like this spectacle of sexy naked woman flesh.
     "And her ass! I'll drive my pole into that!" 
     "I want her mouth sucking me!" the boy with the knife said.
     Jason stood ogling my naked flesh, arms folded. He raised his
hand, and the boys stopped talking. 
     "God, please make him stop this madness!" I begged silently,
Jason had to know that the horrible game had gone too far!
     A sick smile crept over his face. My prayer wasn't answered.
He wasn't going to stop it. Besides, the others wouldn't let him.
     "Yeah, you'll have your fun. But after following this bitch
around all year, its payback time for me first. You guys get do to
what you want, after I'm done with her ass. I earned this!"
     My shoulders dropped in resignation. They were going to
violate my body, just like the perverts abused my daughter!
     I had never been so terrified in my life. It was going to be
brutal. I just knew it. Gang-torture and gang-rape at its worst. I
read about this kind of stuff in the National Enquirer. 
     Hands grabbed me, pulled me over beside my naked kid and sat
me down hard on the cold stone floor. I could feel grease and grime
on the foul hands holding me. Broken fingernails, encrusted with
scum, scratched my naked body. 
     The obese animal quit scourging Tashia's ravaged belly,
dropped his belt to his side and pointed to a coil of rope. "They
got lots of neat stuff down here just waiting to be used. We can
share the pussy and the toys!"
     The kid with the knife hacked off a long length of rope and
tossed one end over an exposed ceiling beam. 
                              * * *
     I cursed my husband for creating this monstrous den. He had
the builders line the walls with twelve inch thick stone; they
insulated and covered the ceiling with one inch plywood then
sprayed it with thick foamy insulation that resembled old rock,
before bolting massive room length beams into place. Across the
ceiling, between the beams, and alternated with ventilation ducts,
hidden fluorescent strip-lights cast light on the rough walls of
the underground windowless cellar. They installed a tight fitting
thick wood door to make the room completely soundproof. 
     Terry enjoyed using the den. He named it "Medieval Inn." Our
guests described it as the perfect party room. I argued that it
looked more like a dungeon. Tashia hated it. She never went in. But
the aura that impressed my husband and our guests and dismayed me
and my daughter was lost on these perverts. To them it was a look-
alike torture chamber. A play-room for sadists. 
     The room was sparsely furnished. Six very heavy oak stools
that stood about waist-high, like those in an old road-house it was
built to resemble, surrounded a six foot long high wooden table.
There were several wooden chairs stacked by the back wall. A shelf
ran the length of the wall above them. 
     That's where the boy got the cane. Terry had found it, 
advertised as an authentic prison cane. On the shelf was a short
leather strap that he bought at the same antique shop. It was
described as a spanking strap; the real thing used to punish
naughty little girls back in the times of corporal punishment in
schools. They gave him a discount for buying both items. I was
really angry with him when he brought home that stuff.
     At each end of the shelf stood two massive oak cabinets bought
at the same shop. Jerry used one for his fishing and boating
supplies. Rope and fishing line, emergency wax candles, water proof
matches, fish hooks, fishing weights and other useful things like
needles for sewing canvas and leather were stored there. I used the
other cabinet for the gear I couldn't leave at the riding stables
or the kennels. I kept my collection of riding crops, leather
training switches, bits, wire grooming brushes, reins and other
paraphernalia for horses neatly arranged on the top two shelves and
my dog choke chains, leather collars, battery-powered discipline
collars, leashes, dog whips, and electric prod on the bottom two
shelves. 
     Apart from that, the room was empty.
                              * * *
     Jason closed the heavy door, sliding the iron bolts across so
that here would be no interruptions or unwelcome guests.
     The little boy holding the cane watched, licking his dry lips,
forgetting about Tashia for the moment, anticipating a new game.
     The teen with the knife was an expert with ropes. He must have
been a boy scout, I thought, for some stupid reason. He was showing
off his skill with knots.
     He secured my wrists behind my back with the palms facing out.
Where the hell had he learned that? He threaded the hanging rope
through the cord securing my wrists. I howled and pleaded, knowing
what he was going to do and, worse, that I just couldn't stand it.
     He jerked hard on the rope. I struggled to keep my bare
buttocks on the floor but his giggling friend joined him. I was no
match for their combined weight.
     "Nola doesn't want to play?" Jason smirked. "Come on, Nola,
play nice. Your teasing days are over. You're gonna put out!"
     I was pulled to my knees. The rope hoisting my arms up behind
me forced me to my feet then up on my bare toes. The boys pulled
until there was no slack in the rope. My shoulders ached as I tried
to keep my toes on the floor to avoid tearing my shoulder muscles.
     I was bent over at the waist, my upper body parallel to the
floor, my naked tits hanging and swinging. My bare ass was thrust
back. The cheeks were partly open, exposing my anus to the
merciless gaze of the men and boys surrounding me.
     I lifted my head, my long auburn hair falling over my face. I
could see Tashia's added torment that I hadn't noticed earlier. Her
bare feet were off the floor but to each ankle, the sadists had
secured a five pound lead fishing weight. 
                              * * *
     When we were out on the boat last summer, Jerry had told me
about his fishing weights. He described how the weight pulled the
line to the bottom of the lake, keeping it tight. Well, the lead
balls were keeping the line tight alright, stretching his naked
daughter, holding her immobile for grisly abuse.                            Chapter 3

     "Boy," Jason muttered, almost like he did when I was
sadistically teasing him, "let me have the cane. Later you can have
a go at her tits with it!"
     I shrieked my protest to an unforgiving God. I pleaded and
begged Jason not to do this to me. I promised to visit him every
time my husband was away. I promised and I promised. He ignored me.
     

                        (To be continued)

Anyone wishing to contribute ideas let me know.         Listing of the NOLA series as of 8 April 1994. 

If you have any suggested titles and 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" 
Nola5.txt      "The Island" (Inspired by Mister Phil)
Nola6.txt      "Nola's Children"
Nola7.txt      "The Rape Photographer"
Nola8.txt      "The Porn Producers"
Nola9.txt      "The Nurse" (torture by Viet Cong,incomplete,ideas?)
Nola10.txt     "The Children At Play" AKA Children.zip 
Nola11.txt     "The Game" AKA Sarah.zip
Nola12.txt     "The Doctor" (limited distribution)
Nola13.txt     "The Farm" (limited distribution)
Nola14.txt     "The Model"
Nola15.txt     "Un-titled" (incomplete)
Nola16.txt     "Blackmailing Nola"
Nola17.txt     "The Spy"
Nola18.txt     "The Tudor" AKA Simone.zip
Nola19.txt     "The Inquisition" AKA Inquis.zip (Nola in 1492)
Nola20.txt     "The Cottage" (incomplete)
Nola21.txt     "The Convent"
Nola22.txt     "The Cop" (incomplete)
Nola23.txt     "The Reporter"
Nola24.txt     "The Musician"
Nola25A.txt    "Nola and Tashia" (Nola humiliated by daughter) or
Nola25B.txt    "Nola and Jeremy" (Nola humiliated by son)(same sty)
               (The wonders of Wordperfect's search & replace)
Nola26.txt     "The Prison Matron" (limited distribution)
Nola27.txt     "The Complex"
Nola28.txt     "The Cruise" (includes Pamela1.zip to chap 7)
Nola29.txt     "The Scout Troop"
Nola30.txt     "Tashia"
Nola31.txt     "The Exhibitionist"
Nola32.txt     "The Asylum" (limited distribution)
Nola33.txt     "The Cellar"
Nola35.txt     "The Businesswoman" (Caught in a double-cross)
Nola36.txt     Un-named as of today
Nola37.txt     Un-named as of today
Nola38.txt     Un-names as of today
Nola39.txt     "The Terrorist"
Nola40.txt     "The Indians" (inspired by Mister Phil)

Curt Strap