Nola froze, shook her head and tried to speak but couldn't.
     "I'm tempted to sentence you right now from the evidence sworn
in this affidavit signed by Sheriff Dysan and witnessed by Deputy
Gonzales. Do you understand the seriousness of your situation?"
     Nola nodded her head but could not speak. She felt almost
naked before the man who held her fate in his hands. She wished she
had insisted on going home to change.
     Judge Hull walked up to Nola. "Nola, I do understand how
horrible it would be to spend twenty years in prison; the
loneliness, the lesbians, the loss of your child's love. Do you
really want to spend time in prison?"
     Nola cringed and quietly said, "No, your honour, I don't. I
would do anything not to go to prison."
     The judge smiled and knew the game had begun. It would be just
a matter of time. He felt his manhood respond in anticipation of
what would follow. He asked her again what she would do to avoid a
lengthy sentence.
     She heard herself say, "Anything."
     The judge repeated, "Anything, Nola?"
     Nola nodded her head.
     "There may be a way to ensure justice is served. But, before
you answer my next question, answer this one. Do you want to go to
jail for at least the next twenty years?"
     "No!" she stated emphatically.
     "Then why did you embezzle from your employer and steal a car.
Why did you remove a child from the custodial parent?"
     Nola froze and could hardly breathe. The severity of her
situation caused Nola to shake. Embezzle? She didn't do that. She
did take the car and her daughter from that despicable man, but she
didn't steal anything else. My God.....had he.....?
     "I didn't steal anything from the bank....I didn't!"
     "That's not what it says here." The judge waived a document.
"If you have any friends or relatives in Tecate who would be
character witnesses for you, that might help."
     "I...I don't think I have anybody," she admitted, shaking her
head. I..I don't know who I could...I just moved here."
     "Tell me what happened?"
     Nola related the details of her lost custody battle and her
flight in her ex-husband's car with Tashia.
     "Very touching," the judge mumbled, "but if that's the truth,
why didn't you go to the authorities and appeal the decision. It
couldn't be because you actually enjoyed depriving your ex-husband
of Tashia's love, could it?"
     Nola was infuriated. "What an awful thing for you to suggest!"
she snapped in righteous indignation. "I didn't want to go through
the painful publicity and subject Tashia to the trauma of another
court appearance. That's the truth."
     Nola's heart pounded. Her head hurt and her knees went weak as
her stomach churned.
     "Did your ex-husband, who has stated that you molested Tashia
sexually, actually see you do it?"
     Nola tensed. Molested Tashia sexually...This was insane!
     "Relax and answer the question, Ms. Augustine."
     Nola felt herself become even more tense as she whispered. "He
raped me, that's what really happened."
     "Raped you, Nola? Your husband's statement declares that you
left him the night of your wedding and you refused to live with him
or see him or let him see the child of the marriage. Is that true?"
      Nola burst into hysterical tears. "There are awful people in
this world." She hoped her outburst would convince the judge that
she was innocent of any wrongdoing.
     "Answer the question!"
     "I can't.
                             * * *
     It was very apparent that an offer to keep her from a long
prison sentence would be based on her acceptance of some difficult
terms. She decided to accept whatever offer the judge made, no
matter how stringent the conditions.
     Judge Hull knew that he had reached the point of no return
with Nola. "I'm going to make a proposal and I'll make it just
once. You either accept it or you'll be on your way to the city to
face your accusers. I'll send a recommendation that the authorities
add an additional twenty years for trafficking in narcotics to
whatever prison time is awarded for your other crimes. Don't
interrupt me. Do you understand?"
     "Yes," Nola whimpered.
     The Sheriff sat on the edge of his chair, an obscene smirk on
his bloated face.
     "Tecate maintains a prison farm for first time offenders.
Sheriff Dysan, is directed, as part of rehabilitation, to inflict
severe corporal punishment by strapping or caning. During
corrective discipline inmates are nude and are restrained. He is
assisted by Deputies Gonzales and Hoyle and others.
     In your case, Nola, in return for a guilty plea to all charges
brought against you, I will offer a sentence of consecutive one
year terms. You would begin serving your sentence immediately. You
have one minute to accept or decline the proposal. You may accept
by signing the documents on the table beside you. You may decline
by standing. The Sheriff will take you back to the lock-up to await
transportation to the city. The one minute time limit will begin
after you ask and I answer any two questions you may have."
     Nola was stunned. This couldn't be happening. It just
couldn't. It was a nightmare. But, twenty or more years traded for,
her mind focused on the words, one year, even if it meant nude,
corporal punishment while restrained, was an offer that she
couldn't refuse. Unfortunately for Nola, she didn't understand the
difference between consecutive and concurrent penalties or the
implications of severe nude corporal punishment.
     "About Tashia?" her voice broke and tears filled her eyes.
     "If you accept, I will place Tashia in a foster home until you
are released. The Reverend Works will agree to provide for her.
Deputy Gonzales will share parental authority with the pastor. They
are very strict men and use corporal punishment as required to
correct abnormal behaviour. He has two boys, aged ten and twelve.
You met the older boy; he answered the door for you today. They may
be present when either their father or Deputy Gonzales disciplines
your child. By signing the agreement you will also be legally
authorizing both men to exercise all your parental rights in regard
to your daughter, including the use of corporal punishment."
     Nola shivered as she remembered the twisted smile the fat boy
gave her when he opened the front door and the sly glances the
Deputy gave her little girl.
     "What about my house, car and personal property?"
     "By signing the agreement you will authorize the Sheriff and
Deputy Hoyle to have Power of Attorney in all matters affecting
finance and personal property, including bank accounts, real
estate, investments and all matters relating to your child."
     "What...."
     The Judge interrupted Nola. "You have asked two questions. You
have one minute to respond to my proposal."
     "But..."
     "Fifty seconds."
     "Please....please...."
     "Thirty seconds...."
     "You can't be serious....you just can't do this to me."
     "Fifteen seconds..."
     "But....."
     "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six....."
     ".....I'll do it. I'll sign." Nola blurted when the Judge
counted down to one second.
     She grabbed the documents from the manilla envelope and the
pen from the table. She scribbled her signature on all the papers
without reading them.
     The first document admitted that she had smuggled narcotics
into the country from Mexico and sold dope to local children, using
Tashia as her courier. The stated penalty was imprisonment for one
year, consecutive for each pellet of cocaine, without possibility
of parole and with two special circumstances added; hard labour and
nude corporal punishment under restraint. Nola had unknowingly
condemned herself to a minimum of ten years of brutal confinement.
     The second paper detailed her criminal activities before
coming to Tecate, including the theft of the car and money from her
employer and admitted to distributing drugs and kiddie porn for
organized crime. The concluding paragraph agreed to waive
extradition and return to the city's jurisdiction for sentencing
after completing her term at the Tecate Correctional Farm.
     The third document, far from just granting the Reverend and
Deputy foster parent status, confessed to molesting Tashia and
placed her daughter for adoption, without recourse or consultation,
for the child's protection. Reverend Works and Deputy Gonzales were
named as joint foster parents and authorized to change the child's
name to Tashia Gonzales. Judge Hull awarded fifteen one-year
consecutive terms in the Tecate jail for child abuse.
     The fourth document was a special court certificate stating
that Nola understood and waived her rights; had declined legal
counsel; and had accepted the imposed penalties, including hard
labour, and restrained nude corporal punishment by male guards.
     Judge Hull countersigned the document and Sheriff Dysan
witnessed the signatures. Nola was their play-toy for twenty-five
years.

                            Chapter 6

     The Sheriff leered at Nola, taunting her. "Remember the search
at your car? And the going-over Helen gave you at the office?"
     Nola blushed, remembering the obscene pawing she had received
from Jeremy beside the road and the horrible events in the jail
cell with Helen yesterday.
     "This time I'm doing the strip and the search," he said
lewdly. "Take off your shoes then get down on your hands and knees
with your head facing the toilet!" the Sheriff sneered.
     She had no idea what the Sheriff had in mind, but she could
tell from the set of his jaw, that the sex monster was determined
to use her to satisfy his warped desires.
     On her hands and knees, she felt dirty. The cold cement floor
felt awful and the unpleasant aroma from the toilet assailed her
nostrils. The water was off so she couldn't flush it after peeing
in it an hour ago.
     Jeremy stepped astride her and reached for her body.
     The feel of her breasts through her halter was a most erotic
sensation Jeremy could ever remember. He slowly put both hands
around Nola and lifted the halter bra from her breasts and stripped
it off. Spit dripped from his mouth as he stared at her tantalizing
bare breasts. Her protruding pink nipples were hard.
     Resting his sweating bulk on Nola, he reached his massive,
meaty forearms under the woman, pinched her hard nipples and
twisted her breasts until she howled in pain and protest.
     A smile played on the Sheriff's cruel lips as he mauled her
defenceless nipples without mercy. He felt his cock respond to the
erotic pleasure derived from Nola's physical pain by pressing
against her splendid buttocks.
     "We all get our kicks in different ways, don't we?"
     "Yes, I guess so..."
     "Like," he giggled, "you got your kicks by molesting your
daughter. Am I right?"
     "You're a damned liar," she declared, her face hot. "I never
molested anybody."
     "You don't have to explain to me." Jeremy felt his penis throb
with excitement, his small deep-set eyes glinting while his thick
lips parted in a grin that was half leer. He continued, "I get my
kicks using a leather belt on a naked woman's ass or a little
girl's!" The hoarse voice terrified her.
     The Sheriff moved his hand down to her waist and unbuttoned
her shorts and lowered the zipper.
     It was like a dream. She could only watch and not react.
     Jeremy quickly lowered the zipper and pulled the shorts down,
ripping them past her knees, and off Nola's long, nicely toned
legs. His erection grew huge when he saw the black bikini panties
that covered her secret parts. Quickly hooking his fingers in the
waistband of the skimpy briefs, he pulled them down and ripped them
off. He threw the tattered remains of her underpants in the toilet.
He stared at her soft bare ass.
     "Spread your knees, baby!"
     He pushed her feet apart with his booted foot until Nola's
knees were spread at least two feet.
     He placed his fingers at the rear entrance to her sex and
inserted them into the warm passage. She felt the entry to her most
private parts, feelings of nausea and disgust assaulting her mind.
Jeremy found her clitoris and began stroking and pinching it. Nola
pleaded for him to stop but he continued manipulating her clit,
hurting her.
                              * * *
     Nola looked over her shoulder, watching as the sheriff removed
his clothing. When he was naked, the disgusting pervert sprayed a
long stream of urine into the smelly toilet bowl then pulled her
head up by her hair so she could see his massive cock pointing
straight out at her.
     He went behind her again. The sadist ran his fingers down her
ass crack. He forced one finger of each hand into her clinging
asshole and worked them all the way into the abused woman.
     "Forgot to check something," he told the naked woman.
     He straddled her again, sweat dripping on her bare back, and
reached around her head and ran his slimy fingers under her nose
and across her lips. "Open your mouth," he ordered.
     Nola rebelled. She refused to open her mouth to accept the
fingers that had ravaged her cunt and asshole, knowing that her
defiance would invite more misery.
     "Disobedience means the strap, honey. But you're going to get
checked out whether you like it or not. Open your mouth!"
     "No, I won't. You can't make me. Please don't.......!"
     "You asked for it." Jeremy took several lengths of cord from
his jacket pocket. He grabbed one wrist and tied it securely to the
iron rail of the bunk bed on her right. Then he tied her left wrist
to the cot on the other side, stretching Nola's arms. He did the
same thing will her ankles.
     He put his fingers back into her ass crack and this time drove
two fingers of each hand into her asshole. After probing the tight
tunnel he removed his fingers and straddled the horrified blonde.
He rubbed his reeking fingers against her lips and issued the same
vile command. "Open up, Nola!"
     She pleaded silently, a look of terror in her eyes.
     "Then we'll do it the hard way."
     He pinched her nostrils shut, cutting off her air supply.
     Nola resisted until her body betrayed her. Her mouth opened,
gulping air. Filthy fingers probed her mouth, stinging her tongue
with their putrid mess. He gripped her tongue with two fingers and
pulled it out of her mouth, laughing obscenely. Then he let go of
her tongue and continued running his fingers against her soft
cheeks. Nola stomach rebelled at the nauseating exploration of her
mouth and she almost puked.
                              * * *
     Jeremy sat on the toilet with Nola facing him.
     With a hissing voice he said, "Lift your head!" Nola found her
face inches away from his pulsing cock. This was the only adult
penis, other than her ex-husband's, that Nola had ever seen.
Jeremy's cock was longer and thicker than his and had a bulbous
head that was almost purple in colour. The shaft had horrid purple
veins standing out and dangling below it, a smelly, hairy scrotum.
     "Take it in your mouth and suck it, bitch," he screamed while
pressing it against her teeth. Nola stared at the shaft that
demanded entrance to her violated mouth. She had only been this
close to a man's penis once before, with Jason, but had not allowed
it into her mouth. Jason understood that it would take time for her
to perform an act she though immoral but Nola knew the sheriff
would not accept any hesitation or refusal.
     Time stood still as she stared at the massive shaft, trying to
overcome her repugnance about performing such a disgusting sex act.
She refused the swollen knob when she saw the first drops of smelly
pre-cum emerging from the large slit on its head. Her eyes were
riveted on the shiny drops of slime.
     Jeremy reached for her nose again.
     Resisting the urge to gag, she extended her tongue and licked
the end of the man's penis. The taste was as revolting as she
imagined it would be; rancid, salty, a taste that made her want to
puke.
     "Get with it, honey, or I'll blister your ass right now!"
     Nola parted her lips, and accepted the purple knob inside her
mouth. It seemed that no matter how wide she extended her jaws she
couldn't get his shaft inside. Nola sensed it pressing against the
back of her mouth. Her body numbed as she felt it pass into her
throat. Overcoming her revulsion, Nola began to suck on his cock.
Each stroke brought her lips almost to the end of his reeking pole.
Occasionally she released his cock and dropped her lips to the
massive ball sack and lick the gross flesh. The feel of the rough
skin and the smelly pubic hair grossed her out. Once, when she was
licking his balls, the brute raised his knees to his chest and
placed his hand on Nola's head forcing it down and into the cleft
below his balls. Nola's tongue touched his anus and further
pressure left her with no option but to lick foul cavity, her
tongue trying not to penetrate the rancid organ. The pressure
pushing against her head stopped but Nola continued tonguing the
odious flesh.
                              * * *
     When the sheriff knew his balls were about to explode, he made
sure that he was deep inside Nola's mouth. As the feeling peaked
and he knew there was no stopping the release of fluid, he placed
both of his hands on the back of Nola's head to prevent her from
removing his cock from her mouth. He began to groan as he felt the
rising pressure in his loins. Nola felt the hands on her head and
knew what was about to happen. She continued to suck the massive
cock until he exploded. The hot sperm squirted in three or four
steams covering both the roof of Nola's mouth and her throat. Nola
thought she would not be able to hold all of the hot liquid.
     The sheriff breathed heavily, his once massive cock now
deflating and hanging just a few inches from Nola's chin. A thin
string of cum hung down from its tip.
     "For disobedience," he taunted. "You'll get another lesson in
a few minutes. And, tomorrow, Helen will be here with the strap."
                              * * *
     Jeremy stood up and left the room, locking the heavy steel
door, leaving Nola alone, naked, and shivering on the cold cement
floor. 

                            Chapter 7

     The Reverend Works gave a blistering sermon that Sunday
morning condemning the decay of moral values and advocating a
return to corporal punishment in prisons, schools and the home.
     He delivered the fire-and-brimstone lecture to a rapt,
supporting congregation that included most of the prominent
citizens of Tecate and included Judge Hull, Sheriff Dysan, Deputy
Gonzales, Deputy Hoyle and his two precious boys.
                              * * *
     Alone in his study after the service, Reverend Works moved his
fingers over the pale ridge of scar tissue creasing his abdomen. It
was eight inches long, running diagonally down his belly. He drew
his fingers over its length. With a rush of anger he remembered the
night his wife opened him up with a hunting knife.
     She'd thought he'd been unfaithful. She was a jealous woman,
much younger than her husband and wealthy. She often accused him of
marrying her only for her money. Which wasn't true at all. He loved
her, he truly did, even when she made his life unbearable.
     The harder he tried to convince her of that, the more certain
she became of his infidelity. She followed him, she eavesdropped.
She saw evidence everywhere, in everything he did.
     Because he loved her, the Reverend always believed that
someday, somehow, she would finally come to realize she had no
reason for her jealousy. But it didn't work out that way.
     He stared out the window as the events of their thirteenth
anniversary clouded his mind. When he got home from visiting a sick
church member, Janice was waiting.
     She accused him of adultery and stormed out of the room. Then
he heard her crying in the kitchen. He went to her. Her back was
toward him. He put his hands on her shoulders to comfort her. She
turned around and slashed him with a bread knife.
     The Reverend ran upstairs with his wife close behind with the
knife. He turned and swung his fist at her, catching her on the
face. She fell down the stairs.
     He went to her but she didn't move. She just lay there staring
up at him. The fall had paralysed her.....
                              * * *
     He went downstairs, to the secret room next to his private
playroom and turned on the lights. The woman in the wheelchair
blinked her eyes. He patted the woman's face.
     "Still like to watch when I'm unfaithful. I know you must
enjoy it." He slapped her cheek hard. "You do enjoy watching me
play with the little girls, don't you, Janice? I know you think
it's sick but it excites me! There's a new little girl coming this
afternoon to live with us. Isn't that delicious," he spat at her."
He patted the shoulder of the motionless woman. His vengeance was
remarkably savage.
     The Reverend was in good spirits. "You just wait until after
the party, my dear," he whispered to the woman who could hear, see,
think, breath, and swallow, although that was the extent of her
achievements. "We'll play with the cane again after your nice hot,
hot shower. I just know you'll like that. You do, don't you? If you
don't tell me and we won't do it anymore. No answer, pet? Later then!"
     He was delighted when the Doctor told him that the only
feeling left in her body was centred between her knees and her
neck, although she didn't have the use of her arms. He paid special
attention to the responsive parts of her body, real special
attention.
     The Reverend could afford a nurse or a housekeeper for his
invalid wife but he chose not to spend the money. There wouldn't be
as much left for him if he spent her fortune on such vain luxuries.
Janice was not going to live forever.
     He saw to her needs, most times. She was a terrible burden
sometimes but he felt that was the least he could do for her.
Besides, he didn't want anyone to see the marks.
     His congregation felt compassion for the man who shouldered
such heavy responsibilities without complaining. The good graces of
the community were worth the effort.
     "Enjoy the show!"
     He turned the wheelchair toward the massive one-way mirror
that gave a clear view into the next room, shut off the light,
closed and locked the door.
                              * * *
     The Reverend thought about the afternoon's entertainment,
after the Deputy delivered his new step-daughter. 

                            Chapter 8

     Sunday morning, Nola slowly got up from the cot and dressed.
The taste of the odious sperm was still heavy in her mouth.
     Had she performed well enough to save her from the whipping
Jeremy had promised her? Nola wondered if her sexual performance
would keep her from being physically punished. Nola's body shivered
as she thought about the slime that had filled her mouth.
                              * * *
     The sound of the cell door opening brought her back to
reality. Ramon walked in.
     "How did you and the sheriff get along, Miss?" he whispered
into her ear. Nola backed away from the huge man and said
defiantly, "All right, I guess."
     "Well, that's not what he told me!"
     Deputy Gonzales reached behind Nola and began stroking her
ponytail, "Lovely hair. I really like blondes."
     "Please, you can't do that," she asked.
     Ramon grinned and thought how wrong the pretty lady was.
     "Miss, why don't we watch some TV until Jeremy returns?"
     "Whatever, Deputy."
     Ramon walked over to the small screen TV and VCR, the only
luxury item in the stark prison cell. He took out a video tape from
his jacket pocket. After loading the tape and pressing the start
button he returned to the cot and sat next to her. Nola really
wasn't in the mood to watch anything but perhaps it would help time
pass more quickly.
     The screen lit. For the first few seconds Nola didn't
recognize the scene, then, in horror she jerked erect. She saw
Helen and Tashia on screen. Tashia, completely naked, was sitting
on the toilet in a jail cell. Helen was staring at her, a revolting
grin on her face. The sound of the girl's splashing urine was loud.
     The tape continued with Nola hardly breathing as she watched
Helen lean over and place her hand on the child's chest. The girl's
face cringed at the rude touch.
     It was only when Ramon spoke up that she remembered he was in
the room. "It does appear that Helen likes little Tashia."
     Nola didn't respond. Her eyes were locked on the small screen
as it repeated the sights and sounds in graphic detail of Helen
doing the same search that she did to her that first night. The
camera was obviously manned as it changed focus and zoomed in and
out to highlight the most disgusting parts. Every cry and word that
the pathetic girl spoke tore at Nola's guts.
     Suddenly the screen went blank .
     Frozen on the cot, Nola stared at the blank TV screen as Ramon
went over and turned off the VCR. He walked back to the cot and sat
very close to her. "Now, Miss, we have to get something straight
between us."
     Nola felt his large hand drop to her leg and begin to move
upward. "You really wouldn't want a tape like that to fall into the
wrong hands would you? Like the child's father?"
     How could these people be so vile as to tape her child and
threaten to distribute it? she asked herself.
     Nola became very aware of Ramon's hand as it reached the
bottom of her prison dress and a finger started to explore her
thighs.
     "Please don't do that. I know what you are thinking. I know
what you want. I can't do it. Not again. Please."
     Ramon stood up and easily lifted Nola off the cot by her arms.
"You will do anything I want you to do, and do it without any
hesitation, understand?"
     She knew resistance would be futile. Ramon stepped back and
said, "I think it's time for another check for weapons. You can
start by taking off that dress.
     Nola obeyed his command and removed the dress. She saw his
eyes widen at the sight of her bare breasts glistening with sweat.
"Now that's better, honey, don't stop now."
     The panties dropped at her feet leaving her naked and
unprotected. She stood still with her eyes closed. Ramon moved to
her and she felt his hands on her breasts then on her pubic mound.
One finger was inserted, then two, then three. Ramon was breathing
hard as he picked up Nola and dropped her on the cot.
     She watched as he took off his uniform and equipment. When his
shorts were removed she saw a massive cock. The size made even the
Jeremy's huge prick look small. Standing over the cot, he roughly
grabbed Nola's hair and pulled her up to a sitting position.
     "Repeat what you did for the Sheriff," he demanded. "Do it
better or you'll get the belt right now!"
     Nola took the shaft in her hand and tried to open wide enough
to take it into her mouth. Only the head would fit no matter how
she tried to suck it in. She began stroking the monster shaft. Her
fingers could not completely encircle the circumference.
     Ramon groaned as she sucked and stroked. Suddenly he pushed
her away and said, "I want to feel it inside you now."
     With that outburst, he forced her down on the cot, pushed her
knees up to her chest and spread them wide. Lowering himself, his
huge cock pushed against Nola's cunt. Without lubrication, it hurt
Nola as it was forced into her tight, hot hole. The pig thrust and
thrust, driving into her. She was wild under him, gasping, shoving
up to dislodge him, fingers digging into his back.
     Ramon clutched her breasts, squeezed and mauled them. Her face
was sweaty and contorted. She twisted, writhed, impaled on his
pounding meat. It entered the tight sheath fully. Nola screamed as
she felt it tear into her until their pubic hair met and entangled.
     It seem to take hours for him to work on her, then he
ejaculated, filling her with his hot cum. When he pulled out he
watched the gross fluid flowing down the crack of her ass.
     Laughing obscenely, he put his finger into her cunt and
scooped up a large amount of the sticky mess. He grabbed her hair,
pulled Nola's head up and thrust his finger under her nose. Nola
smelled that the odious aroma and almost gagged. He punched her in
the belly. She opened her mouth. He forced the slimy finger in and
wiped the goo on her tongue.
     He sat down next to Nola making sure he avoided the mess on
the sheet and cupped her face in both hands and touched Nola's lips
with a finger. "I'll tell you a little secret. You know what's
happening to Tashia now? When Helen was getting her dressed, Tashia
bit her. She'll be moving to her new home soon. You know what's
going to happen to her there? She's going to get punished for
biting Helen. She's going to get her cute bare ass spanked. And I'm
going to be there to see that she really gets it."
     Before Nola could react, Ramon pulled her face to his own and
kissed Nola heavily on the lips. She felt Ramon's tongue pushing
against her teeth trying to open her mouth. She refused to let the
tongue enter.
     Releasing her, he said with malice, "That's going to cost
Tashia's ass."
     "No," she shrieked. "I'll let you!"
     He got up and left the cell.

                            Chapter 9

     He called a family meeting. Reverend Works, his two fat kids,
Ramon Gonzales, and Tashia were gathered in his basement room.
     The Reverend delivered his second Sunday sermon. He explained
that children who were improperly disciplined became juvenile
delinquents, or worse, criminals or dope addicts. He stated that it
was not going to happen to his children, and he included Tashia, as
his eyes swept from the smirking boys to the terrified nine-year-
old girl. He would not let it happen.
     "We're going to start with Tashia." His searching eyes found
hers and stared. "This morning, when Deputy Hoyle was getting her
ready to come here, she bit him. For that offense, we're going to
punish her! Tashia, take off your clothes."
     Tashia wasn't sure that she had heard him right. She just
stood there, numb. The boys giggled.
     The Reverend repeated his order, ignoring the boys.
     Tashia didn't move.
     Deputy Gonzales whispered to the horrified young girl, "Would
you like it better if I undressed you? Or maybe you'd like the boys
to do it!"
     Tashia stammered. "You mean you want me to take off all my
clothes?"
     "Of course."
     "But, Reverend, I can't do that; not with men and boys here."
     "You've picked the wrong time to develop modesty, Tashia."
     Tashia was near tears and she hadn't even been touched yet.
     Ramon Gonzales got up and went over to the girl. He towered
over her small body. "The Reverend and I expect and demand
obedience," he snarled at the girl. "You have one minute," he said
as he looked at his wristwatch. "And your time starts now! You'd
better hurry, Tashia. Your mom almost didn't make it when she was
faced with the same time limit!"
     At the mention of her mother, tears scaled the child's face.
     Tashia looked over at the boys. Their faces were bright red
and she knew hers was the same, all hot and burning.
     She was too embarrassed to look at the Reverend. She swallowed
hard. Her mouth was all dry. She fumbled with the buttons of her
blouse and opened it down to her waist.
     She was wearing a skimpy white training bra under it.
     She looked at the Reverend to see if he would show her mercy
and not make her go through with it. But mercy wasn't on his mind.
     "Thirty seconds to go, Tashia!"
     Tashia hurried. She tore a button off her blouse and it hit
the floor and bounced and rolled.
     "There will be extra for that, Tashia. Clothes are expensive"
     She pulled the blouse out of the top of her skirt. She took it
off and it fell on the floor. She opened the catch of her skirt at
the side.
     She got the skirt off just as the Deputy said, "Time's up!"
     She felt naked, standing there in her white cotton underpants
and unnecessary bra.
     The Reverend and Ramon Gonzales looked at each other, smiling.
     The pastor turned to the boys and said, "We think that Tashia
should be stripped down to the buff, don't you?"
     "Oh, yes," the twelve year old said. "Tashia, take off your
panties and that stupid bra!"
     Tashia was shocked. She had expected support from the other
children against this outrage.
     She started crying and screaming. "Please, don't make me take
them off! Please....please...." Tears stung her eyes and rolled
down her face. Her vision blurred.
     The younger boy moved over to where Tashia stood. He raised
his hands and Tashia thought he was going to hit her. She cringed
and cried out.
     But the boy didn't hit her. He put his hands on her shoulders
and turned her around so that her back was facing him.
     Then he unhooked her bra in the back and took it off. He did
it real easy, like he had taken bras off girls a thousand times.
     Tashia was crying so hard that she couldn't see. Her tiny
nipples were naked. She crossed her arms over her chest to cover
them.
     The Reverend said, "The panties, too, Tashia. Take them off!"
     "Oh, not that, please, please! I know that I was bad and I
deserve to be punished, but please let me keep my panties on!"
     "Take them off, or I will." He folded his arms across his
chest and looked real strict, real mean. He scared Tashia.
     She took the panties off, pulling them down from her hips.
They fell down her legs. She put her hands in front of her body.
     They boys stared at the bare little girl, their mouths gaping.
     Ramon handed the Reverend a strap. It was wide and smooth and
flat with a long handle. Then, using a winch mounted on the wall,
he lowered a rope from the exposed ceiling beam.
     Reverend Works ordered the child to stand under the rope.
     The girl ran to the locked door and tried to open it,
screaming wildly, she pounded on the door. She was trapped.
     The boys walked over to the naked nine-year-old. They were
turned on by Tashia's slim, girlish body. She seemed all long legs
and ass and arms. Her chest was flat with tiny pink nipples. Her
erotic buttocks were starting to ripen and thrusted out erotically.
     They took her arms and dragged her over under the rope. Tashia
kept her eyes squeezed shut. She was scared stiff of the pain that
she knew was coming and she didn't want to see anything.
     The boys held her arms behind her back until Ramon crossed her
wrists and tied them together with cord. He pulled up on her arms,
forcing her to bend at the waist. Ramon secured the dangling rope
to the cord holding her wrists then went to the winch and twisted
the handle.
     The audience watched as the child's arms was stretched up,
pulling her up on the balls of her bare feet. The sight of her
almost made them lose their breath; her skin was pale and shiny
with sweat. Her ribs protruded. Her eyes stared vacantly at the
floor. Tashia's mouth hung open; she breathed raggedly.
     "You understand what we're doing, don't you?"
     Unable to say anything, Tashia shook her head.
     "We're helping you be good."
     Tashia looked at up at him, trying to force his eyes to hers.
Thinking maybe there would be some compassion. Maybe he'd care. She
wished she could cry harder. It always seemed to make people feel
sorry for her. But he could see right through her.
     "Don't give me those big eyes. I know all the tricks and they
won't work here." He laughed and Tashia was chilled; his laughter
was high-pitched and shrill.
     White-hot pain shot through her shoulders. The pain burned.
     "Now," Ramon whispered, breathing heavier now, with exertion
...or excitement.
     The strap whistled, picking up momentum as it swung through
the air. The whistling stopped when the strap connected with
Tashia's nude buttocks, adding to the heat of her pain. Pain that
cut into her; a white-hot flash on impact.
     A vivid deep-red welt marked her ass.
     The watching man and the two boys licked their lips eagerly
and there was excitement in their eyes as Ramon drew the strap high
behind his shoulder, waited a moment, and lashed the supple leather
down. It landed across the bare cheeks of Tashia's ass with a
vicious crack that echoed off the walls.
     Her gasp rose to a wild cry and the pain swelled just as he
whipped her hard a third time. Her pathetic wail of agony sent a
shiver of lust through the watchers.
     Again and again the strap caught naked girl-flesh. Tashia's
ass jumped and writhed under the sharp impacts of the strap as it
curled and clung to her nude buttocks.
     Tashia danced to the tempo of the strap. Her screams bounced
off the walls and into the ears of the demented audience. Tears ran
from her eyes and dripped to the floor, mingled with agony-sweat.
     Reverend Works grinned at the girl each time that she looked
frantically in his direction. He stared at the network of welts,
some bleeding, all swelling up, angry red against her pale skin. He
closed his eyes in an effort to calm down.
     The strap cracked and whistled as it came at the naked young
girl again and again. It was all Tashia could hear, except for the
laboured heavy breathing of the guests to the vile performance.
     The awful pain burned. Sweat rolled from every pore in her
body. With each breath she took, she wished it was her last. Her
arms and shoulders were numb, the muscular pain in them ached. She
held her eyes closed tightly, not wanting to breathe or even think.
Pain she wouldn't have thought possible until now consumed her as
the evil strap collided with her bare ass. She felt as if her arms
were about to be ripped from their sockets. She wanted desperately
to beg for mercy but she already knew, knew with all the certainty
her nine-year-old mind could produce, that her pleading would only
make them happier and more determined to punish her.
     The boys perspired heavily. Young heartbeats ran wild and
immature brains throbbed. Tight, dry sensations choked their
throats. Excited eyes remained riveted to the frightening yet
stimulating spectacle.
     The younger boy had an urge to take the strap and aid in
beating the girl. This would show that he agreed with his father
that sinners must be punished for their sins. But he didn't dare
follow his impulse. The fear that the strap would be turned on him
was too strong. He would wait until he was alone with his father,
then ask if he could help the next time his mother needed therapy.
     The older boy was tortured by a strange dream that it was
Tashia's mother, not Tashia, leaping and twisting under the lash.
     But for both boys, sexual arousal was linked with pain; with
the sight of lacerated buttocks and twitching vaginas under the
screaming agony of the strap.
     The strap repeatedly reached out to dig its scalding fingers
into her exposed flesh, cracking savagely against bare flesh. Her
sex was in plain view between her legs, peeping from between her
naked white thighs. She tried to swallow, but there was hardly any
spit. Stroke after stroke thrashed the delectable cheeks of
Tashia's ass. The blistering strap thrashing, and thrashing and
thrashing as the tortured girl heaved and bucked, sobbing
hysterically, her buttocks crimson and blotchy with welts, ugly and
angry and red, all criss-crossed.

                           Chapter 10

     Nola was fastened over a horse hitching rail near the prison
barn. Her arms were pulled wide and secured, each wrist tied to a
metal stake pounded into the ground. Her legs, hugely spread, were
similarly fastened. Her bare belly was the only part of her anatomy
in contact with the rail. Her naked breasts hung free and her sex
gaped open.
     The judge stared at the exposure, his eyes intimately probing
the exciting exhibition of female secrets. His advanced years
needed bizarre stimulation to encourage his flaccid cock to
respond. Nola's bare-assed, pitiless caning would be the stimulus.
     Helen handed Judge Hull a long and thin bamboo cane with a
pointed tip. There was electric excitement as the judge teased the
erotic bare flesh with the point of the cane.
     Nola's hands clenched into fists, her sharp intakes of breath
at the crude probing betraying her fear; a fear she tried
desperately to hide; to deny the smiling woman any satisfaction.
Her buttocks tensed and writhed with fearful anticipation under the
menacing probe of the cane.
     The judge clenched his teeth as he raised the rod. He flashed
it down with a hissing crack across the bare cheeks of Nola's ass.
She jumped at the atrocious agony. Her ass heaved, her heavy
breasts bounced and shook. She shrieked her pain to a smiling and
unforgiving judge and a smirking lesbian staring open mouthed at
Nola's contortions.
     Her cry of anguish subsided. The only sound was Nola's rapid
breathing and the remorseless hiss of the bamboo as it struck like
a vile snake, tearing into the softness of her bare buttocks.
     Nola tossed her blonde hair wildly and turned her head in the
direction of her torturers. Her defiance was gone. Her impudent
mouth gaped, a thin trickle of spit dripped to the ground, and her
sullen eyes begged for leniency.
     The delight in the eyes of the man stunned Nola. She had
almost reached the limit of her endurance after only two strokes of
the cane and yet the man's eyes told her he had not even begun to
torment her. There would be no leniency.
     He studied the vicious lacerations already caused by the cane
then brought the instrument across her buttocks with a horrible
crack than resembled a gunshot.
     Nola's nostrils flared and her eyes clouded as her terrible
shriek of unendurable fiery torture assaulted the ears of the now
fully erect judge. Her whole ass was red and cut.
     The judge's arm went back. Bamboo flashed across swelling
buttocks. Nola's eyes went wide, her mouth distended in a wild cry.
The cane searched her ass again with its nerve-shattering force.
The full buttocks writhed as long interlaced streaks of crimson
appeared. The cane cracked repeatedly and clung to her surging
cheeks before springing back. Nola's mouth was stretched wide, one
a long cry of agony merging with the next. The sadist struck her
thighs and even the backs of her knees.
     Nola wrenched in vain at the ropes holding her, jumping and
twisting at each impact of the bamboo. The judge allowed a fierce
vindictive excitement to burn in his eyes. With cruel accuracy, he
caned her hard and fast. Nola protested with long shrieks and
uncontrolled crying. Under the relentless caning, Nola's buttocks
arched and contorted as she hung over the rail, her breasts
bouncing obscenely. 

             Curt Strap's NOLA series as of 29 October 1994.
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