protruding from thick black pubic hair. It was huge, like that of
a thick sausage, with an enormous uncut knob. His balls hung
loosely. He parted his strong legs.
     "No! I don't want to do that type of pose! NOOO! Stop it!
Please, oh Curt! I can't...no..."
     The other male was shorter but he had an abnormally long cock.
Although it wasn't as thick, it curved up to his belly. He had
thick dark hair over his entire crotch.
     "Let's get the action going!"


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

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

                            Chapter 7

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

                            Chapter 8

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


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



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

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

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

                           Chapter 10

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

                           Chapter 11

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

                           Chapter 12

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

                           Chapter 13

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

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