I need alist of which NOLA stories you already have.

I hope you don't have this one yet.


                          "The Sheriff"
                         "By Curt Strap"

                            Chapter 1

     Nola wiped away with the back of her hand the perspiration
that trickled from her hairline but the persistent sweat reappeared
immediately. She missed the cooler temperatures in the city, but
her ex-husband, his mob-connected friends and very likely the law
were searching for her. She had to survive in this god-forsaken
farm town until things settled down and they forgot about her.
     She lifted the second bag and placed it on the back seat of
her car. Loading groceries on a hot day was not her favourite chore
but the supplies were needed.
     Nola had a superb body. She was tall and willowy at five-foot
ten and carried her 130 pounds gracefully. She kept her long blonde
hair in a pony tail and her flashing green eyes expressed an
unconscious parody of flirtation. She had the kind of body most men
desired; full breasts, robust thrusting buttocks, and smooth golden
skin that drew furtive stares and suggested dark thoughts.
     Today, dressed in a white sports halter bra and tight shorts
that revealed much of her buxom body, she attracted more uninvited
attention than normal. With the temperature over ninety degrees and
climbing, the usually modest woman didn't think about her exposure.
She just wanted to be comfortable.
     Two sets of eyes watched her lithe body; sinister eyes that
would have sent icy fingers ripping down her spine had she known.
     One set belonged to Sheriff Jeremy Dysan. He sat in his patrol
unit across the street from the convenience store watching Nola
load her car. He was six-foot-seven and carried over three hundred
pounds of hairy, greasy fat; much of it hanging obscenely over his
belt. He did nothing to keep in shape, drank copious amounts of
beer and looked ten years older than his fifty-one years. He had
worked his way through the system from Deputy Sheriff thirty years
earlier. His knowledge of the town's secrets enhanced his power
over the few influential residents in the community. Some daring
citizens thought that his re-election every two years was a result
of voting irregularities but they were very careful not to express
that opinion publicly. Fat old Jeremy was a dangerous enemy.
     Jeremy felt an intoxicating tightness in his groin as he
watched Nola bend over and pick up another bag of groceries. A
gorgeous ass always thrilled him. He ogled the tantalizing flesh
that peaked out of the mini-shorts and halter. It was the best ass
and tits Tecate had seen for years.
     The little girl leaning over the back seat was one-hundred
percent choice pre-pube pussy. The child appeared to be eight or
nine, certainly not older. She possessed a curly mop of golden
blonde hair, a shy pixie face sprinkled with freckles, and luscious
buttocks supported by long, tender legs. She was dressed like her
mother, in a white halter top that didn't have anything to cover
except the two little nipples poking against the thin material and
snug white shorts that emphasised her developing little ass.
     Dropping his view to the rear of her car the lawman memorized
the plate number. Later he would run a computer check for the name
and address of the cock-teasing honey. He tensed. The license plate
displayed last year's red sticker instead of this year's blue tag.
     "Got her," he grunted, "expired plates!" A satanic smirk
crossed his bloated face as he started his unit and put it in gear.
"I better get acquainted with the lovely things right now," he
whispered coldly as his huge member hardened.
     The second set of eyes belonged to 70 year old Superior Court
Justice Jason Hull who had stopped at the drug store for a carton
of cigarettes. He spotted Nola, the innocent waif and Jeremy. The
judge knew exactly what was going through Jeremy's mind. They had
similar interests; a great body with minimal clothing hiding the
attributes, just asking for it, and a second piece of young stuff
for dessert. Judge Hull wondered who they were although he
suspected he would find out. He knew Sheriff Dysan well. Given any
opportunity, the woman would appear before his court.
     They hadn't detained anyone interesting since the hitchhiker
who had stumbled into their clutches last year. The youngster
didn't last long. They sold her to a whore house in Mexico.
     Abstinence was causing lapses in his concentration. Just
yesterday, while day dreaming about new games to play with
unwilling guests, he adjourned a trial and retired to his chambers
to relieve his sexual anxiety. Stimulated by the scantily clad
woman and the cute little girl, the Judge wished he had time to
jerk-off again before the afternoon session.
     Nola finished loading the provisions, got into her car and
cursed softly when the hot vinyl scorched the back of her legs.
Raised by very religious parents in a strict family relationship,
Nola's strongest curse word was 'Damnit' and even using that mild
expletive made her blush. She was appalled whenever she heard
indecent words. Nola couldn't admit, even to herself, that she
didn't even know what some of the loathsome words meant.
     That's why she couldn't stay with her husband. He wanted her
to do dirty things and he said the nasty words when they made love
that one and only time on their wedding night, when Tashia was
conceived. She hated that repugnant act so much that the next
morning she ran home to mother. Her parents shielded her during the
pregnancy, birth, and the terrible custody hearings launched by her
ex-husband. She would still be with them if they hadn't died in
that horrible unexplained car accident.
     She started her car, pulled out of the parking lot and headed
for the house she had purchased just two weeks previously with the
insurance settlement. It was about ten minutes away across the
barren desert landscape. The air conditioner took forever to get
cold but it was better than breathing the hot desert air. She tuned
in her favourite radio station, turned the volume up high and
relaxed, thinking how fortunate she was to escape that horrible man
and keep Tashia no matter what the social worker and court decreed.
     Her thoughts were shattered when she heard the wail of a siren
and saw the red and blue lights in her rear view mirror. Her first
thought was to look down at the speedometer to see if she was
speeding. She wasn't. Expecting the police car to pass, she pulled
over and slowed down. The patrol car slowed and she could see the
driver motioning her to stop. Nola pulled over and carefully
stopped on the edge of the highway. Still wondering what she had
done, she opened her purse and looked for her driver's license.
     Jeremy slowly got out of his unit, adjusted his police
stetson, and walked up to the driver's window of Nola's car. He
reached into his pocket and adjusted the obvious hard-on that
bulged the crotch of his baggy pants. Looking through the window,
he saw Nola fumbling with her purse. Tapping on the glass brought
her head quickly around to look at him. A shocked look creased her
face as she lowered the window.
     Sheriff Dysan scanned the tightly stretched shorts clinging to
her long bare legs. He almost forgot the routine but quickly
recovered and said, "May I see your driver's license, Miss?"
     "What did I do wrong, Officer?" Nola asked shyly as she handed
her license to the grossly overweight police official.
     "Miss, your vehicle's license expired last month."
     "I'm sorry, sir. I just moved here two weeks ago. I forgot
about the expiry date."
     Jeremy smiled pleasantly and said, "I know how that can
happen, Miss, but the law is very specific and I'll have to ticket
you for the violation." Glancing down at the driver's license, he
smiled crudely. "You also have an expired driver's licence."
     Nola dropped her head and almost started to cry. How could she
have forgotten the plates? She couldn't change her driver's licence
because the office would pick up the arrest warrant. She gambled on
never being stopped, especially in this little town.
     "I guess this is going to be expensive, isn't it?"
     Jeremy kept smiling. He thought to himself exactly how much it
could cost the pretty little cunt before he and his friends were
through with her and the cute kid.
     "Yes, Miss, you're looking at two citations. This may be a
little rural town but we have expenses."
     "Please, Officer, just give me the tickets. I have to get home
and put the meat away before the heat gets to it."
     "There's a real problem with that. You can't drive on the
highway without a license and you don't have a valid one. That
means someone will have to come and drive you home."
     "You can't mean that," pleaded Nola. "I must get home with
these groceries and soon. There's no one to call. I haven't made
any friends yet. Please, just let me go. I promise to get every
thing cleared up on Monday."
     "Sorry, Miss....Miss Augustine." he said, glancing at the name
on the licence. Jeremy opened her door. "Please step out now, Miss.
The little girl, too. What's her name? How old is she? Is she your
daughter?" He fired the questions at her quickly.
     "Her name is Tashia. She's eight, going on nine, and, yes, she
is my daughter!" Nola picked up her purse, slid her stunning legs
out to the ground and stood up.
     Jeremy was only inches away from her. He swore under his
breath because the sports bra was so tight that he couldn't get a
good look down the valley between those sensational tits. He would
have to wait. Things would work out much better later.
     "What am I going to do?" she asked.
     "Well, Ms. Augustine, you and Tashia," he smiled nicely at the
girl, "can ride to town with me and we will work things out at the
station. I'll put your groceries in the back seat of my unit."
     "Am I am under arrest? Are you going to put us in handcuffs?"
     The thought of the woman and her kid stripped down, in
handcuffs, sent a shiver of erotic excitement through Jeremy's
body. He caught his breath. He had to check her status first. If
she was all alone, except for the kid, no husband or parents
hanging around, no relatives, then things would get real hot.
     "Of course not, young lady. I just don't want to leave you
here at the side of the road in this heat. Please get in my unit
while I get your groceries."
     Having no other choice, Nola picked up Tashia and walked over
to the sheriff's car and got in the front passenger's seat, placing
Tashia between her and the driver's seat.
     The air conditioner blasted cold air and it felt nice to get
out of the blazing sun. Tashia was fascinated by all the radio and
radar equipment. However, the large vertically mounted shotgun that
touched her left knee made Nola cringe. She watched as the sheriff
picked up her groceries and began placing them in the back seat of
his police car. This will be over with soon, she thought.
     Jeremy still had a bulge in his pants and hoped she wouldn't
notice it, at least for now. He gathered the bags and walked to his
car. As he placed them on the back seat, he noticed a tiny plastic
bag stuck behind the seat. He pulled it out and was astounded to
see ten small pellets that he knew to be crack cocaine.
     Last night, he had arrested a vagrant on a charge of
trafficking in narcotics. Obviously, the man wasn't searched
carefully enough and had placed the envelope behind the seat.
Jeremy cursed himself but knew that the five pellets found in the
drunk's shirt pocket were enough to send him to prison for at least
ten years. Judge Hull didn't fool around with 'shit-heads' and long
jail sentences were automatic.
     Jeremy stopped loading the shopping bags and took a deep
breath. What if the beautiful young cunt in the front seat was a
dope peddlar, under arrest for possession of narcotics? Instead of
riding in the front seat she would have those lovely arms locked in
handcuffs behind her. Regulations required him to do a search of
all prisoners. He had to check for concealed weapons in that skimpy
outfit or hidden on the little girl. The only female officer, Helen
Hoyle, wouldn't be in the office until 4:00 p.m. The thought of
running his hands over Nola's body accelerated his heart rate and
he had to rest for a moment before putting his plan into action.
     Jeremy dropped the envelope in the last grocery bag and, as he
was placing it on the seat, he let it fall and spill onto the
highway. "Damn," he said loudly.
     Nola looked around and saw the mess. She got out of the front
seat, followed by Tashia. "I'm sorry, Ms. Augustine," he said.
     "I'm sure everything will be okay." Nola said as she squatted
down to pick up the various items. Suddenly, Jeremy grabbed her
hand and pulled it away from the pile of canned soup on the ground.
     "What's that, young lady?" he shouted.
     Nola froze at the sound of his voice and looked down at the
ground where the sheriff pointed. She saw a tiny plastic envelope
with what looked like pills inside.
     "I don't know," she said, "it's not mine."
     "It came out of your grocery bag and it looks like crack
cocaine," said Jeremy as he picked up the envelope and opened it.
Shaking out the pellets into his cupped hand he held them up to
Nola's face and said, "You're really in big trouble, Nola.
Possession is a serious criminal offence."
     Nola started to back away from the hand holding the pellets
stammering, "I don't know what you're talking about. I never saw
that bag before. I don't do drugs. I never have. Stop accusing me
of being a criminal."
     Jeremy put the pellets back into the bag and placed it in his
pocket. "Turn around and place both hands on the top of my unit,
now! You too, Tashia."
     Instead Nola raised both her hands as if to fend off this
horrible situation and started to mumble something. Jeremy grabbed
her shoulder, spun her around and pushed her roughly against the
side of his car, knocking the wind out of Nola for a few seconds.
Tashia burst into tears.
     "Place both hands behind you neck and interlock your fingers,"
he shouted. Nola, her head spinning and having difficulty
breathing, complied with his order. "Now you, little girl, do it
just like your mommy!" Crying, Tashia obeyed the huge cop.
     His erection was full now and he didn't care if she saw it.
The smell of woman sweat and the sight of that beautiful ass just
inches from his hard cock sent waves of pleasure through his body.
     "Please stop, you're scaring Tashia."
     "You should have thought about that before you broke the law.
Do what you're told and I'll hurry this up. Stop fighting and
cooperate."
     Nola knew the monster could crush her if he chose to do so.
She stopped moving. She heard a snap and felt cold steel circling
her left wrist. Jeremy grabbed the short chain between the
handcuffs and brought Nola's left arm in a wide arc down to her
waist and then reached up with his free hand and did the same with
her right arm. When both hands were together behind her back he
snapped the remaining cuff on her right wrist. He pressed his
massive bulk against her body and enjoyed the feeling of power over
the female prisoner. Jeremy always enjoyed that sensation but
normally it was with drunks, scumbags and other vermin. During the
rare times he arrested a female prostitute or shoplifter the
elation was intensified. This time, however, the pleasure was the
most gratifying he had ever felt. Pressed against Nola's enticing
ass, he feared he would ejaculate without even touching himself.
     "Now you, girlie!"
     "Please, Sir," cried Nola, "you have me handcuffed, don't do
it to her, please, please...."
     Jeremy stepped back and took several deep breaths to calm his
raging pulse. Her tears, running down from her terrified green
eyes, added to his excitement. "I won't put the cuffs on her, if
you cooperate!"
     "I've never been arrested," Nola cried pathetically, her tears
dripping on the roof of his unit. "Please, believe me. You're
making a mistake, I don't know where that stuff came from."
     Nola was horrified. If the fat cop took her to the police
station and ran a computer check on her would he find the warrant
for her arrest for removing her daughter from her ex-husband's
custody and borrowing his car?
     "I hear that shit all the time," laughed Jeremy. "Now, stand
still. I have to search you for weapons; for my safety and your's."
     "What could I possibly have hidden on me?" demanded Nola.
"There is no place to hide anything, even you can see that."
     "Don't sass me, Miss. I'm just following procedures. Stand
still!" Standing behind her he patted down the back of the sports
bra and ran his finger under the wide cross strap. "I once found
PCP packets under a ladies back strap; can't be too careful," he
smirked. The feel of her smooth skin was unbelievable. He then
reached deep into both back pockets of her shorts, taking time to
feel the softness of the flesh beneath the thin fabric. He checked
the front pockets, again without hurrying. Reaching to the bottom
of the right pocket he was sure he had felt the beginning of her
pubic hair; pussy hair he hoped was the same colour as the golden
tresses on her head.
     "You don't have to do this, please, I have nothing to hide. I
couldn't hide anything in these clothes," cried Nola. "Please,
please, stop touching me."
     "Only one more place to check!" He moved both hands up from
her waist to the bottom of her halter bra. His mind was reeling
with pleasurable sensations but his training also demanded that he
not go too far. There would be other times to play this perverted,
humiliating game.
     Slipping both of his thumbs under the elastic at the bottom of
both bra cups he pushed the bottom band away from Nola's body,
freeing both breasts slightly. His thumbs were almost touching the
bottom of her flawless breasts. Not being able to see from his
position behind her, he said, "Shake your chest to dislodge
anything that might be hidden in there!"
     Nola was humiliated but she shook her upper torso while the
sheriff kept her bra pulled out. Of course, nothing came out.
Jeremy released the fabric, allowing the band to snap back against
her skin. It didn't go back in place but instead, pinched the both
breasts, allowing erotic white flesh to bulge out the bottom of her
bra. The biting elastic hurt but Nola didn't want his hands there
again. She remained motionless and sobbed with her head resting on
the roof of the police car.
     He turned to Tashia. He stared at the child's fear hardened
nipples that were clearly defined under the halter. He checked the
waistband of her shorts and was tempted to pull them down and run
his fingers under the waistband of her panties. He forced the idea
into the back of his mind. He would wait until he had the girl in
a safe place where he could play touchy-feely any way he wanted.
     "Get into the back seat of my unit, ladies," he growled.
     Nola had never tried getting into a car with her hands pinned
behind here. She struggled to find the correct position. Jeremy put
his hand on the top of her head to prevent it from hitting the door
jam. The back seat was separated from the front by a heavy steel
mesh screen. Nola felt trapped, panic began to build and she feared
she might throw up. Taking deep breaths she fought the urge to puke
and tried to get comfortable. With her hands secured behind her
back, it was impossible to sit up so she turned sideways and leaned
forward across her groceries, facing her weeping daughter.
     Jeremy got in and called the duty dispatcher, Officer Ramos
Gonzales, on the radio. He informed him he was enroute to the lock-
up with two female prisoners. He also told Ramos to have the local
garage send out a tow truck to pick up a vehicle and store it as
evidence in a drug bust.
     On the way back to town both Nola and Tashia kept their eyes
closed. Both sobbed quietly. Nola thought of how this day had
turned into a nightmare. What could she do to prove the drugs were
not hers? Would she be sent to jail and lose Tashia? Would the
sheriff find out that she was already facing jail time? What more
would happen to humiliate her? What must she do to be free again?
All these thoughts just increased her terror that tore her apart
and the tears that flowed from her red-streaked eyes.
                              * * *
     Nola felt the police cruiser stop and heard an electric gate
open. The unit drove into a dark tunnel and the heavy gate closed.                             Chapter 3

     Jeremy got out, opened the rear door and said, "Careful
getting out, Ms. Augustine. You too, Tashia, we don't want bruises
or cuts on those pretty legs." His comment frightened Nola as she
struggled to get out of the low back seat without the use of her
arms. She felt his searching eyes on her exposed legs and breasts.
     Jeremy reached down, grabbed one arm and pulled her to her
feet. The man's touch made Nola's skin crawl. Jeremy hauled Tashia
out and walked them though two steel doors to a small room. They
were directed to sit on a hard metal bench by an officer addressed
as 'Deputy' by the Sheriff. Her purse and groceries were brought in
and placed on the table next to her. The Deputy activated a
computer terminal, walked over to the prisoner and in a bored
callous voice read Nola Augustine her rights.
     Nola nodded her head indicating that she understood and asked
that the cuffs be removed. They were hurting her wrists. Jeremy
grunted and said "Remove them, Ramos." The Deputy removed the
restraints and she felt the blood rushing back into her hands.
     Rubbing her wrists she quietly asked, "I have to use the
restroom, where is it?"
     Jeremy looked up and said, "The only one a prisoner can use is
in the cellblock. Go down that hallway on your left and stop at any
open cell. Don't worry, no one is in custody but you. And take the
little one with you. We don't want her to mess the floor."
     Nola and Tashia walked down the hallway and found four open
cells. The sight of the iron bars made Nola shake and she almost
lost control of her bladder. Looking in the first cell she saw a
stainless steel commode mounted on the wall. There was no seat. A
roll of toilet paper lay on the floor. Taking the first few feet of
paper, she lined the rim of the toilet to make a seat cover. She
looked around. Nobody. Quickly unzipping her shorts and lowering
them and then her black bikini panties, she sat on her improvised
seat cover and immediately a long and loud stream of urine began
hitting the water.
     Nola didn't notice the large one way globe with a small
blinking green light in the hallway directly across from her. Last
summer, the Sheriff had asked for and received money to renovate
the cellblock. Most of the funds were budgeted for security
upgrades, including the installation of cameras that could record
everything in the cells and project images to four colour TV
screens in the dispatch office. The colour cameras were equipped
with motor driven telephoto lenses capable of sweeping any area
with great detail.
     Jeremy and Ramon sat down at the console, turned on the
cameras and watched Nola make her seat cover. Deputy Gonzales
laughed and said. "Guess she doesn't trust my housekeeping. Hell,
I cleaned them last week, real good, or was it last month?"
     Jeremy grinned and watched as Nola looked up and down the
hallway before unzipping her shorts. The vivid black panties stood
out on the screen. He adjusted the zoom control to bring her image
in closer until she filled the screen from her waist to her knees.
The black disappeared in one quick motion as she squatted on the
seat but he swore he caught a glimpse of a golden patch between her
tightly squeezed thighs. The hidden microphones picked up and
amplified the sound of her stream of urine.
     Deputy Gonzales giggled again and said, "My mare that doesn't
make that much noise when she pisses.
     The sound of pissing turned Jeremy on. He watched closely and
when Nola stood to pull up her panties and shorts he was rewarded
with a close up of a triangular patch of blonde cunt hair.
     Nola stood in front of Tashia so the perverts couldn't get a
good picture of the little girl on the toilet so they zoomed in on
Nola's attractive buttocks.
     Nola felt better but did not want to remain in the cell any
longer than necessary. She pressed the button to flush the toilet.
Leaving the cell, she looked left and saw nothing but a dead end
hallway. Walking back to the office she again thought about the
hell she would endure if they found out she was wanted. She knew
that disgusting ex-husband of hers had posted a reward for her
capture and Tashia's safe return to his court-ordered custody.
     The Sheriff and Deputy both had lurid grins on their faces.
Jeremy ordered Nola to sit in a hard straight-backed chair and
answer questions for the arrest report. She answered in a soft
voice and stared at her feet during the entire degrading procedure.
     During the questioning a tall middle-aged female dressed in
uniform entered the room. She was an ugly, bloated hag, with long
thinning, dirty black hair and a figure that reminded Nola of a fat
pig wallowing in muck.
     Jeremy greeted her, "Hi, Helen, look what we have for you."
     Helen stopped and stared at Nola and Tashia with a faint smile
on her acne ravaged face. She slowly walked over and putting her
face within inches of Nola's said, "Hi, pretty one, I'm Helen, the
night jailer. I'll be your company tonight, sweetie."
     Nola tried to back away from the foul breath that gushed from
a mouth filled with broken and rotting teeth. She cried out in a
frightened voice, "I'm not staying here tonight."
     Jeremy slowly rose and walked over to Nola and lifted up her
chin with his hand. Putting his mouth next to her ear he whispered,
"You're not going anywhere until you appear before the judge and he
doesn't hold court again until Monday morning, two days from now."
     Nola couldn't believe what she was hearing. Two days sitting
in this place. It was impossible, she had get out.
     Helen told her to get up and move over to the table to be
fingerprinted. Nola wished it was one of the men holding her hand
while she was printed, not that vile creature. Helen smiled and
lightly ran her fingers across Nola's hands, commenting on how nice
and soft they were. When she finished, the Deputy and Jeremy left
the room, taking Tashia with them. "You won't want Tashia to see
what comes next," Jeremy laughed as he shut the door leaving Nola
alone with Helen.
     Helen came over and smiled. She took Nola's hand again and
said, "Stand up, Miss. We have to do a search before you can be
left in a cell."
     Nola pulled back quickly and said, "I don't want to be
searched. I don't want to go into one of those cells again."
     Helen's tone changed and she said, "Look, honey, don't give me
a hard time. Stand up and march to the cellblock or I will carry
you there!"
     Nola felt a strong grip on her arm, and knew, instinctively,
that Helen would carry her, given an opportunity. Helen led Nola
down the hall and pushed her into a cell. Helen carried a small box
containing some supplies and laid it on the nearest bunk.
     "Okay, honey, strip down and let me check your clothes for
illegal items."
     Nola complained bitterly, "The sheriff has already searched
me. He didn't find anything. You don't have to do it again."
     Helen smiled and said, "I'm sure the sheriff didn't do a full
body search at the side of the road, my dear. Now strip, and do it
quickly or I'll do it for you!"
     Nola, realizing she couldn't reason with the woman, reached up
and lifted her halter, freeing it from her breasts. She thought she
heard a short grunt from Helen. Crossing her arms she pulled the
bra up and over her head and handed it to Helen who examined it
carefully. Nola felt cold and exposed. She crossed her arms over
her gorgeous white breasts, attempting to cover them. Her pink
nipples were fully erect due to the cold air and the even colder
look in Helen's eyes.
     "Don't stop there," Helen coached, "everything means
everything."
     Nola unzipped her shorts, lowered, then stepped out of them.
Helen's eyes widened at the sight of the bikini panties that barely
covered her pubic mound in front and were nothing but a little
black strip that tucked its way between her buttocks in the rear.
"Nice panties," purred Helen, "but they have to come off too."
     Nola hooked her thumbs in the waistband, slid the panties down
and handed them to Helen. Helen reached out for them but completely
missed the offered garment. Her eyes were glued to Nola's body.
Nola noticed the expression on Helen's face and sat down on the
nearest bunkbed and tried to cover herself.
     "Don't sit down yet, honey," said Helen, "we aren't finished."
     Nola looked up and cried, "You have everything, what more can
you search?"
     Nola watched as Helen opened the kit she had brought and
pulled out a pair of plastic gloves and a tube of petroleum jelly.
As she pulled the gloves on, a wicked smile appeared on Helen's
gruesome face. She bent down and said very softly, "You, honey!"
     Nola jumped to the wall on the bunk and pulled up her knees in
a fetal position. "No, you can't mean you are going to do that.
Only a doctor can do that, I demand a doctor."
     Helen reached over and grabbed Nola by her pony tail and
jerked her to her feet. "Look, my little princess. You have two
choices. Either I do it or I'll call the Sheriff. He would love to
complete the search. Now, who will it be, me or him?"
     Nola sobbed and stuttered, "Y....Yo...You...."
     Helen smiled and said, "good choice, Jeremy has big hands, now
lay back and bring your knees up. Sorry we don't have stirrups."
     Nola did as she was told. She again thought she was enduring
a foul nightmare but that quickly faded when she felt the cold
petroleum jelly being smeared on and around her slit. Then, icy
fingers; at first just one then two probed her cavity, pushing,
turning, and searching. At last it stopped.
     Nola started to rise but she was pushed back down on the bunk.
"Not so fast, only half done, turn over!" Nola couldn't believe
what she was hearing. Not there, please," she prayed.
     "Did you hear me, honey?" Helen giggled, "I said turn over and
spread your cheeks for me!"
     Nola knew resistance would be futile and might bring worse
reprisals later. Slowly, she rolled over on her stomach and opened
her legs wide. Reaching back with both hands she spread her
buttocks and waited for what she knew would be a painful
experience. Helen gasped when she saw the perfect pink hairless
rosebud exposed. It was so small and tight that Helen wondered if
she could open it up enough to allow inspection. Slowly, she
squeezed the tube of lubricant directly on Nola's anus and watched
the goo slowly spread out. She pressed one finger into the centre
of Nola's asshole and it opened reluctantly. Helen had never felt
such tightness before; it must be a virgin asshole. The thought
gave her pleasurable chills.
     Nola felt the first finger invade her rectum and involuntarily
tried to expel it. Then a second finger was inserted and the
intrusion was painful. After a short wait to allow the sphincter
muscle to relax, Helen pushed a third finger into Nola asshole. A
sharp pain caused Nola to cry out, "Please, that's enough. There's
nothing there. Why are you torturing me?"
     Helen slowly removed her fingers and ran her hand over the
smooth mounds of Nola's ass thinking to herself that this naive
beauty didn't really know what torture was...at least, not yet!
     Removing the gloves Helen said, "Okay, get dressed. I'm
finished with you, for now."
     Nola got to her feet and put her clothes on. Helen looked up
and saw that the tiny green light next to the camera mount was
blinking, indicating the boys were recording the show. Damn men,
she thought, it would be a better world without them.
     Nola stood and looked Helen directly in the face and said, "I
demand that you let me make a phone call to a lawyer and I want to
do it now!"
     With the speed of a coiled spring, Helen's right arm struck
out. Her hand grabbed Nola's throat and pushed her against the
wall. "You demand! Let's get something straight, little lady. You
do not demand anything. Keep it up and I'll do a cavity search on
your daughter with the janitors mop handle. Do you understand?"
     Nola nodded and gasped for air.
     "You are the prisoner and I am the jailer. That's the way it
is. You follow my orders and do so with courtesy. Got that?"
     Nola again nodded.
     "Now, how do you ask for a favour?" Helen said softly.
     "May I please use the phone to call a lawyer. Please?"
     "Of course you may, it's your right. Follow me."
     Nola was led back to the office and a phone was produced.
Tashia was sitting there, anxiously awaiting her mother's return.
     "You have five minutes and five minutes only," said Helen,
"local calls unless you call collect."
     Nola just stared at the phone, shaking so badly she couldn't
remember the name of the town's only lawyer.
     "Your wasting time, honey. Better get on with it before you
run out of time."
     Nola just connected with the answering service when Helen
pressed down the disconnect and cut off the recording. "That's your
one call for today, honey. Bail is fifty thousand dollars, cash."
     "Fifty thousand dollars!" Nola could not imagine ever seeing
that amount of cash in her lifetime. "I don't have any money!"
     "Tough luck!"
     Helen took both Augustines by the arm and led them back to the
cellblock. She put Nola in the first cell and Tashia in the
adjoining cell. The cell doors were electrically shut with a loud
bang of steel against steel and Nola knew then that she wasn't
going home today. Lying on the bunk she broke into sobs that echoed
throughout the jail.
     Helen returned to her desk. She picked up the mail and started
to process the paperwork piled on her desk. She looked up when the
printer spat out a computer report on Nola Augustine.

            WOMAN SOUGHT OVER ABDUCTION OF HER CHILD

     Metro police are looking for a woman who is believed to have
     fled after her nine-year old daughter, in her ex-husband's
     care, was abducted.

          Nola Augustine was last seen when she took her daughter
          to an amusement park during an unsupervised visit.

          Augustine left with the child in a car belonging to her
          ex-husband.

          An arrest warrant has been issued charging Augustine with
          abduction and theft.

          The father has posted a reward of $50,000 for information
          leading to the arrest and conviction.

     "Holy shit," she muttered. "Wait until Jeremy sees this!" 

                            Chapter 4

     Helen tossed a shapeless blue dress and a pair of old white
cotton panties to Nola. Both items had 'Tecate Jail' stencilled on
the material. Helen stayed outside the cell watching her.
     Helen grinned. "We do the best we can for our visitors. Strip
down and give me your clothes and put on the uniform."
     Nola was so exhausted she didn't argue. She quickly stripped
naked, handed her skimpy clothes to Helen and put on the uniform as
directed. Helen enjoyed getting another look at that fantastic body
and promised herself another tour of it if things worked out.
     Nola lay back and covered herself with the thin sheet and
cried herself to sleep.
      It was a troubled sleep filled with nightmares. She was
pursued by a giant creature with two heads that looked much like
the Sheriff and Helen. The beast had huge hairy arms. Whenever she
would try to escape, one of those monster-like arms would reach out
and pull her back into the pit. She awoke in a cold sweat. Finally,
she managed to drift off to sleep again.
                              * * *
     The loud banging noise woke Nola from her disturbed sleep.
Helen was at the cell door with a tray of food. "Breakfast, little
one," she said, wearing her usual crooked smile. She handed the
tray through the slot in the door, pushed another one through the
next cell for Tashia and left.
     Nola sat down on her bed and stared at the tray of greasy eggs
and overcooked bacon. A plastic fork and knife and a foam coffee
cup were the only other items on the tray. Not sure she could
swallow any food yet, Nola opted to take care of her personal
need's first. Carefully setting paper strips along the edge of the
lidless toilet she raised her drab dress and dropped the rough
cotton panties. The soft flow started and Nola felt she had emptied
every ounce from her bowels. A careful clean-up using wet tissue at
the sink made her feel a little better. She sat down and decided to
try the coffee first. It was bitter. The unpalatable eggs would
take time to eat but she knew she must eat to gain strength. She
had to take care of herself.
     The tiny green light on the ceiling blinked.
     "Hot stuff," said the Deputy. "That was quite a show."
                              * * *
     Nola ate the breakfast. She then used the polished metal
mirror to see what she looked like. She didn't like what she saw.
     She heard someone coming down the hall. The Deputy stopped and
leered at her then asked, "Finished, honey?"
     She slid the tray out and asked for her makeup from her purse.
     "Can't give you that, sweetie, its evidence, but I'll get you
one of the standard prisoner packs. He returned with a small box
that contained toothpaste and a toothbrush, a small hair brush and
some deodorant. He pushed another pack into Tashia's cell.
     Nola thanked him and waited until he left before brushing her
teeth and putting on the deodorant. Then she waited, sitting on the
bunk and staring at her cell door. After a long period of time she
heard heavy footsteps approaching. It was Jeremy.
     Flashing his big grin, Jeremy unlocked the cell door and waved
her out into the hall.
     "Where are we going?" Nola asked.
     "Got a special surprise for you," replied the sheriff, "Never
happened before, might never happen again."
     Nola didn't know what might never happen again so she felt
silence was the best course of action. They walked into the main
office. Nola felt embarrassed in her jail uniform.
     She followed him to an office off the main dispatch area.
Jeremy pointed to a chair and said "Sit." Nola did as she was told,
realizing that following orders without question was always safe.
     "Please tell me why I'm here. Can we go now?"
     The sheriff sat back in his chair and smiled that smirking
grin that Nola related with bad news. "For the first time in years
His Honour, Judge Hull, has agreed to hold a preliminary hearing
into your case today. On a Saturday!"
     Nola's heart almost stopped. She could be free and back home
today.
     "Don't you get your hopes up too much, young lady. His honour
doesn't take kindly to those that use or sell crack cocaine."
     "I have never used or sold drugs," pleaded Nola. "I know the
judge will do the right thing with me."
     Jeremy smiled and agreed. Yes, he thought, the good judge has
the right plans for you, Miss. Only you might not agree. "We have
to be in court right away and you can't go in your jail uniform so
it's best that you get back into your own clothes."
     Nola was led back to her cell where her clothes were laid out
on the bunk. They had been washed and pressed. When Jeremy left she
quickly changed into them, not noticing the blinking light.
     In the control room, Deputy Gonzales turned off the VCR
"That's a wrap," he mouthed, "that tape has every shot possible of
her for the last 24 hours."
     Jeremy turned around and said, "Careful, Ramon, someone might
hear you and want in on our porno shows." Deputy Gonzales took the
tape and put it into a locked drawer.
     After Nola cautioned Tashia to be good and be polite to the
nice policemen, she came back into the main office. Jeremy took
Nola down to his unit and placed her in the front seat without
cuffs. He then drove out of the lot. Nola noticed that they were
leaving the town limits and she asked, "Where are we going. I
thought the courts were on Main Street?"
     "Surely you don't expect His Honour to come to you? The judge
has graciously offered to hear your story at his home. It has never
happened before. The other option is staying in jail for two days.
Do you want to wait?"
     Nola didn't stop to think about the unusual procedure. "I'll
thank him for his kindness."
     Jeremy knew the beautiful woman sitting next to him was much
closer to the truth than she knew. Yes, she would thank his honour
and most everyone else. Nola didn't understand why the sheriff
laughed out loud for no reason but for now it didn't matter to her.

                            Chapter 5

     Nola was impressed when she saw the mansion set in the deep
woods of Tecate Mountain overlooking the valley. The sheriff
stopped before the iron gates and sounded his horn. After a short
wait the gates opened and Jeremy drove in and parked. Nola walked
to the front door with the policeman. He knocked and the door was
opened by a grossly overweight young boy who smirked at Nola.
     Nola realized that she was under-dressed in her shorts and
halter top when she recognized the lust in the boy's eyes and saw
him licking his fat lips. He escorted the sheriff and Nola to a
small study that was paneled in a dark expensive wood.
     She felt very alone and frightened. She wrapped her arms
across her ample breasts and shivered. A voice behind her brought
her out of her trance.
     Judge Hull was a frail seventy-year old, tall, grey-haired
man. He had accumulated a huge fortune since his graduation from
law school. Most of the amassed wealth was not included in his
income tax statements.
     "Good evening, I am Judge Hull."
     Nola turned around and saw a very severe, gaunt looking man in
an expensive sports jacket. Nola stumbled over her words and then
said, "Hello, I'm very glad to meet you, your honour." Nola didn't
know what else to say to the stern man.
     The judge indicated to her to sit down and she complied. After
a few minutes of staring at the young woman, the judge walked over
to Nola and stood before her. He asked her to explain the problem.
     "I have been mistaken for a drug dealer and I just want to go
home with my daughter." The tears began to flow.
     "I'm sure we can work things out." he said solemnly. "My dear,
you are in very deep trouble. Trafficking in drugs may send you to
prison for at least twenty years. Do you want to spend the next
twenty years without your daughter?"