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From: ii361@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Ray N. Velez)
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Subject: A Couple Of Stories by Curt Strap
Date: 14 Mar 1997 14:04:01 GMT
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By Curt Strap
Nola was thirty-four years old. She had a twelve year old
daughter from a very bad marriage and a weird boyfriend named Curt
who was twice her age at sixty-eight.
Although she chose not to move in with Curt because of her
daughter and her status in the community she planned to continue
seeing him in spite of their rather bizarre relationship and
substantial age difference. Curt certainly didn't fit in with her
socialite friends and business associates. In fact, he didn't fit
in with anyone she even knew.
* * *
Nola stood in Curt's basement listening to him lecture her
about punctuality. He liked dark creepy places. She didn't.
"I don't care what you had to do. When you give me a time, I
expect you be punctual!" Curt spoke so intently that all Nola could
do was stand there shuffling her feet back and forth on the cold
cement floor, looking embarrassed and frightened.
"I know," Nola said while she watched her shoes. "I'm sorry!"
she added as an afterthought. She was not sorry.
"Oh, you're sorry!" was his sarcastic reply. Nola knew that
she was in for it. She was late intentionally. It was her game.
"Yes," she whispered, afraid to look up at him.
"You're going to have to be taught a lesson, Nola!" He said to
her. "Come with me into the room."
Nola followed him into the interrogation room as he liked to
call it. It was sparsely furnished with an old wooden table and a
large chair. There were two uncomfortable arm chairs in front of
the table. Curt walked behind his table and sat in his chair. He
looked just like a prison warden, Nola thought. In fact, Curt was
just a night watchman at the local junkyard. She remained in front
of the table with her arms folded across her chest. She kept her
eyes fastened on one spot on the rough wood in front of her.
"Wait a second. look at the clock." Nola had told him when she
arrived. She said she would be there at 5:30. She had actually
arrived at 5:33 by Curt's clock. "I'm only three minutes late!"
"Tough shit, late is late!"
He ordered her to remove her blouse and skirt. Doing so very
deliberately, Nola draped her skirt and blouse over one of the
chairs. Then she turned around and assumed the same position she
had before stripping to her underwear. A chill permeated the den.
Now she stood wearing only panties and a bra with a pair of
three inch heels. Nola was pretty, without being beautiful. At age
34, she was beginning to feel middle age creeping up on her.
Nothing really apparent, but she knew she had to fight harder to
keep the pounds off. She was nearly 5'10" and weighed almost 120
lbs. Her hips flared out from her waist and her buttocks gently
swayed when she walked. Actually, for Curt, she wiggled her cute
ass. That really turned him on.
Nola watched with heart trembling as Curt opened one of the
drawers and extracted an 18 inch leather prison punishment strap.
She followed his hand movements while he took the leather out and
set it on the table in front of him.
"You know what this is for, don't you, Nola?" Curt asked
harshly. Something about his rough demeanour thrilled the redhead.
Yes, she had a very good idea of what it was for.
"Yes, sir!" she whispered, still keeping her eyes averted,
playing the game. He made her blush deeply just by looking at her.
"Fine. Then come here behind the table," he ordered her.
She acted without hesitation. She stood near his chair on the
right side of him. Her breathing began to get more laboured and her
thighs began to twitch.
"I can't have women being late for appointments. Do you
understand me?"
"Yes, sir. I understand." Nola said. Curt could see her thighs
quivering while she stood waiting for him to humiliate her.
Curt turned to face the woman. Nola continued to stand with
her hands folded in front of her. Opening another drawer, Curt took
out what Nola feared the most, nipple clamps. Or rather, alligator
clips. She'd had alligator clips applied to her nipples once
before, and she vividly remembered the excruciating pain they had
caused.
"Take off your bra!"
She obeyed and started to tremble as she watched him open the
menacing jaws of one of the clips. Her hands gripped each other
while she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Curt moved the
clip to her right breast and over her nipple. She jumped slightly
when she felt the cold steel touch her hot flesh.
Nola screamed in agony when the taut spring of the clip was
released and snapped shut on her nipple. Tears poured from her
tightly closed eyes when he attached a clip to the other nipple.
She tried in vain to catch her breath while the searing heat of
pain originating at her nipples coursed in waves throughout her
body...
Curt anticipated that she was about to bring her hands up in
an attempt to remove the clips and caught her wrists in his hands
before she could take them off. He had taken out a thin rope and
wrapped it tightly around her wrists after pushing them behind her
back. Nola was leaning slightly forward, her whole body shaking
while he knotted the rope and released her hands.
"Alright, Nola." Curt said. "You may ask for your spanking
now." This wasn't going to be easy for the usually arrogant woman.
Her sobs racked her body so violently that she couldn't control her
voice long enough to ask.
She was crying. "P..p.plea.. OHhhhhhh!.. P..please, sir.." She
was crying too hard to speak an entire sentence.
Curt sat down in his chair again and looked up intently at
her, causing her to look down. "Well?"
Nola took a deep breath and choked back the sob that tried to
escape her lips.
"Please sir," she whispered. "Please spank me!" Having to ask
for it made her blush deeply in embarrassment and humiliation.
"Oh yes." Curt said as he picked up the strap from the table.
Looking up at her face, Curt saw that the perfectly applied make-up
had streaked her face from her tears.
"Take off your panties and lean over the table, Nola." Curt
told her, letting the strap flail the air while he listened to her
sobs as she complied with his humiliating order.
Nola tried to lean over without actually touching the wood.
She knew that if she let her breasts press the surface of the
table, the nipple clips would be crushed and that would cause her
blinding pain again.
Curt anticipated her reluctance, though. He made her open her
legs and used his hand on her buttocks to press her against the
table. "Now, put your head on the desk, young lady," he commanded.
Poor Nola had no choice, now. She did as she was told, knowing what
would happen to her naked breasts.
Her sharp intake of breath told him what had happened. As she
leaned over, her tits pressed into the wood causing the clips to
push into her, ending the numbness that she had been mercifully
blessed with earlier. Although the pain was not as agonizing as
before, Nola's already sore nipples were brutalized.
While Nola silently sobbed in her misery, Curt admired her
white ass. He stepped back to give him ample room to swing the 18
inch strap, then cracked it against her bare ass.
***CRACK***CRACK***CRACK***......
Curt struck her heaving buttocks 25 times with the strap. Then
he laid another ten strokes across the tops of her thighs. Nola's
eyes were closed tight and her mouth hung open through the ordeal.
The intense heat on her ass rose to mingle with the pain biting at
her nipples, causing an electric current to rocket toward her cunt.
Nola grunted and thrust her ass back toward him when he
suddenly stopped the beating. He wasn't going to let her have any
sexual pleasure just yet.
"No!.. Don't stop!!" She screamed over her shoulder as she
writhed over the table. Her body cried out for the orgasm she
needed so badly.
"You don't actually think you deserve any pleasure, do you?"
came the disgusting reply from behind her. Nola didn't answer, but
continued to writhe her ass in frustration. Her breath was
laboured.
Then, when Nola thought she would go crazy just bending over
the table, Curt ended her waiting by smacking her already reddened
ass with wild strokes. That was all it took to send the redhead
over the summit. She screamed long and loud when her climax jolted
her body in waves of carnal bliss.
Her orgasm just began to ebb when she sensed movement behind
her, just before feeling a hot projectile invade her body and find
the centre of her sex. Curt heaved against her ass when he felt her
cunt muscles contracting on his cock as he pressed it steadily into
the surging woman. Nola sobbed in intense pain at the unwelcome
penetration.
She would have fallen to the floor had she not been leaning
over the table. When Curt began pumping his huge prick, Nola's
knees buckled. She howled while Curt grabbed her writhing hips and
plunged his cock in and out with growing fury.
Wave after wave of agony mixed with pleasure swept over her,
causing the woman to lose all sense of time. Losing control of her
senses was something that happened every time she was spanked and
was prolonged by the animal-like fucking that followed.
She was only vaguely aware that Curt had removed his prick
from her cunt and was no longer standing behind her. He moved to
the front of the desk and was now standing with his throbbing prick
aiming at her face. He grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved his
cock at her face.
Nola knew well what was expected of her. She reluctantly
opened her mouth and took his slimy cock into her mouth. With her
nipples aching, her ass boiling and her cunt in agony, Nola used
her mouth on his organ.
And that was all he needed to unleash his load into her mouth.
Nola gagged when the first blast shot into the back of her throat.
But she swallowed the rest of his ejaculation.
* * *
There was still one more little sickening thing left to do and
it was something Nola dreaded. Curt went back behind her and lifted
her up by the arms, turning her toward him.
She was still shaking while she stood in front of him waiting
for it to happen. Quickly, Curt moved his hands to her nipples and
removed the clips. The blood rushing back to her nipples caused the
intense pain to come back in full force. She screamed.
When her arms were untied she collapsed into the Curt's chair
so she could regain enough strength to be able to get up and get
dressed and go back to her boring world of business and finance.
* * *
Nola felt sick after leaving Curt's house. She felt like she
was on drugs or booze when she pulled into her driveway and got out
of her car. Still, she felt lucky to be able to latch on to someone
like Curt. He always knew exactly how much pain and punishment to
give her when they got together. Chapter 2
She walked into the house and found her daughter, Tashia
sitting with her feet propped up on the coffee table watching TV.
"Hi, darling." She said to her daughter. "Have a nice day?"
Tashia, at almost twelve, had recently passed from grade
school and was enjoying the beginning of her summer vacation before
starting grade seven in the fall.
"Same as usual. How about you? You saw Curt today?"
"Yes, we're thinking of doing some business together." Nola
lied easily as she put her purse on a stand near the wall and
checked the day's mail.
"Get your ass whipped today?" Tashia asked her nonchalantly.
Nola froze. The unforgettable nightmare returned.
* * *
It was two years ago. Tashia was at school and Nola was
entertaining a friend. Nola felt faint as she remembered what had
happened that horrible night. She was dressed in a school girl's
outfit but her panties were at her knees. She was lying over her
friend's lap. He was using a cane to spank her bare ass with
stinging cuts.
"Oh please stop! I promise to study harder!" She had cried
out. Her teacher wasn't listening. He punished her ass with all the
skill of a real english headmaster punishing an unruly student.
She had lost track of the time. She expected her daughter home
at five but Nola had forgotten that Tashia didn't have gym class on
Tuesdays and usually arrived at three. The door opened and her ten
year old daughter walked into the house and saw her mother's welted
ass literally staring her in the face.
"What are you doing to my mother?" Tashia screamed.
Startled, Nola jumped up and put a hand over her mouth staring
open-mouthed at her daughter.
Tashia charged the man and tried to strike him with her fists.
"You fucking bastard! What are you doing to my mother?"
He had grabbed her arms and held her. "Stop, little girl!" He
explained. "I wasn't doing anything she didn't want." That comment
stopped Tashia cold. The guy let her go, got his things and left.
That had been two years ago. But Tashia made damn sure that
she never let her mother forget it.
* * *
"Please, Tashia. Not tonight." Nola said in a small voice.
Tashia jumped up from the sofa and walked toward her. Her daughter
was ruthless when it came to this particular subject. She used the
event she witnessed two years earlier as the means to extort
whatever she wanted from her mother. Nola gave in every time,
terrified that Tashia would tell her father like she threatened.
"Yeah, business my ass, or your ass, I'll bet!" Tashia was
laughing. She was a pretty girl, only about a month shy of twelve.
Nola had always taken good care of her daughter, but had absolutely
pampered her since that dreadful night two years ago.
"Come on, mom, tell me. Did Curt whip your ass today?" She
repeated her demeaning question.
Nola felt herself shaking. Tashia always knew exactly the
right things to say to make her feel like shit.
"Please Tashia." Nola said with resignation in her voice.
"Ha, he did whip your ass." Tashia laughed and walked away,
into the kitchen. She came out seconds later with a can of cola.
"How can you let that fat old man do that to you?"
Nola was sitting in her reclining chair, ignoring Tashia,
reading the mail when she plopped herself back onto the sofa.
"I was thinking about inviting some friends over for a little
party this weekend." She said looking evilly at her mother over the
rim of the coke can.
Nola sighed, thinking that perhaps her daughter would not be
quite so mean this evening as she had been on other occasions.
"Okay. No drugs though. You know how I feel about that."
Tashia shrugged. "Whatever." She said. "So, tell me about it."
Nola closed her eyes for a second. She didn't need to have it
explained to her exactly what Tashia wanted to be told about.
Feeling that keen sense of degradation that she always felt
when this humiliating scene was played, Nola recited the
afternoon's activities. She skipped over the sex, giving brief
information unless Tashia prompted her for more details.
When she had finished. Tashia teased her with a "oooooooooh
Mom! I'll bet you loved that!" She laughed out loud. Nola felt like
she wanted to crawl under a rock and hide herself from the presence
of her daughter.
"Just think." Tashia started with that evil gleam in her deep
blue eyes. "All those times you were spanking me, I'll bet you
wished that it was you getting the spanking." Tashia giggled. Then
laughed harder at the look of horror on her mother's face.
"I'll bet he fucked you too!"
"Tashia!"
Nola covered her eyes with a hand and leaned back in the chair
wishing Tashia would finish humiliating her.
"Well, show me what he did to your ass, Nola." Tashia said
calling her mother by her first name deliberately to further
embarrass her.
"No, Tashia. I'm not going to do that." Nola said with all the
determination she could muster.
"Okay then." Tashia said "I guess I'll just have to make a
phone call."
"Damn!" Nola screamed. "How can you be so cruel?" she asked
her daughter. Tashia just laughed and ignored the question and the
hurt in her mother's eyes. "Please don't call!" she begged.
"Then come over here and show me your ass, Nola." she said.
Nola blinked tears from her eyes as she got up from the
recliner and walked to the sofa. Tashia watched her with a superior
look on her face when Nola stopped in front of her, turned and
lifted her skirt over her hips.
"Ooooo Nola!" Tashia exclaimed. "No panties, you nasty girl!"
She ran a finger over one of the darker welts on her mother's
buttocks. "Hmmm.. He sure gave it to you." Tashia said from behind
her.
Sometimes, Tashia would pinch her ass where it was the darkest
and laugh at her gasp of pain. She always had some humiliating
comment. "You really like this guy, don't you?" Tashia asked as she
sat back on the sofa. "Even though he's fat and bald and ugly!"
With her humiliating examination over, Nola dropped her skirt
and went back to her recliner. The question surprised her. Sniffing
back tears, she nodded her head.
"Invite him over! I'd like to meet him." Tashia asked.
Normally, it was a reasonable request of a preteen daughter to
want to meet her mother's friend. Nola agreed to do it as she knew
to refuse would only bring that same old threat back again.
Tashia tilted her head sideways for a moment as if deep in
thought. "Next weekend. I'm having my party this weekend." She said
with a slight wave of her hand, then turned her attention back to
the program she had been watching when Nola came home.
* * *
Later that night, Nola lay back in her bed with her thighs
spread wide open. She had a vibrator moving in and out of her pussy
while she used the other hand to squeeze her bruised breasts. The
memory of her spanking and the pain in her welted ass was still
fresh in her mind. She needed to visit Curt again. Soon. Chapter 3
Hearing about her mother's spanking, and seeing the state of
her ass always excited Tashia.
An idea that had been popping up in her head for the past few
months was tantalizing her. She wondered if she'd have the nerve to
go through with it. Thoughts of what she wanted to do ran through
her mind until she fell into a dreamless sleep.
* * *
Tashia woke up the next morning and found her breakfast cooked
and in the oven as it usually was. While eating, she concentrated
on her daring plan. She knew that she was not going to be able to
just think about it any longer. She was going to do it. And she
knew exactly how she wanted it to happen.
* * *
Nola was sitting at her desk reading a report when her
secretary buzzed on the intercom. "Yes?" she said, pressing, then
releasing the button.
"Your daughter is one line one, Ms. Augustine." Nola had left
orders that no matter what she was doing, all calls from Tashia
would be put through.
"Thank you" She picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Mom." Tashia said. He voice sounding casual as usual. "I need
you to do me a favour."
"Uhhh. What's that?" Nola asked slowly, wondering, suspicious.
"Oh. I just want you to come home from work early today."
"Tashia. You know perfectly well that this is the day of the
financial planning meeting. I can't just cancel it."
"Yes you can." Tashia said brightly.
I don't know what to do with you, anymore, Nola thought to
herself. "Fine. I'll postpone it until tomorrow," she said and then
hung up the phone.
Tashia smiled broadly as she replaced the phone. She was
laughing as she went to the bathroom to get ready for school. Yes,
Mom was gonna be real surprised when she got home.
Nola didn't cancel the meeting. She held it early. She left
work at the usual time and rushed home to see what her daughter
wanted. She walked into the house and found Tashia sitting at the
kitchen table eating dinner.
"Hi. I made you some, too." Her daughter said, pointing to the
stove.
It was a pleasant surprise to come home and find dinner cooked
for her. It was the occasional time like this that Nola remembered
that Tashia was really a sweet girl.
While they ate together, Nola asked her why she wanted her to
be home early.
"Oh. I just wanted to talk to you about something." Tashia
said in between bites.
"Okay. What do you want to talk to me about?" Nola feared that
she was about to be hit up for either a lot of money, or something
equally as expensive.
"I'll tell you after dinner." She said curtly and then went
back to eating as if she hadn't a care in the world. Tashia was
shaking with anticipation and wanted the sensation to last.
After they finished eating, Nola and her daughter went into
the living room and took their usual places on the sofa and the
reclining chair. Nola looked at her daughter expectantly.
"Well?" She asked, waiting.
Tashia got cold feet. When it came down to it, she didn't have
the guts to do what she wanted.
"I just wanted to talk to you about which school I should go
to in the fall." Tashia said.
"I thought you were looking forward to attending Madison?"
"I am!.. It's just that a friend of mine told me that Central
has a better physics department."
Nola looked thoughtful. "Do you have any other information
beside what your friend says?" It was her business voice talking.
"No" Tashia confessed.
"Why don't you call Central and have them send us the
information. Then we can compare the two." Nola suggested.
"Yes. I guess I should." Tashia smiled a little "Thanks, Mom."
She said as she got up from the sofa and went to her room.
Nola sat back in her recliner and smiled. Somehow she knew
that Tashia would end up going to Madison High. But she knew it was
for the best to allow her to make the decision. The only thing she
couldn't understand was why Tashia had thought it so important to
have her home early for a conversation they could have had at any
time that night.. or even the next night.
* * *
Tashia lay in her bed but could not get to sleep. She mentally
scolded herself for not having the guts to carry out her plan. But
the more the thought occupied her mind, the more she tingled. She
knew she would have to do it. She threw the covers off of her and
got out of bed. This time she was not going to chicken out.
Nola was laying propped up on her bed, reading when she heard
a faint knock at her bedroom door. "Yes?" She called out.
Tashia opened the door and walked in. "You're still awake?"
She asked a bit tentatively.
"Yes I am. Is something wrong?"
Tashia padded over and sat on the side of her mother's bed.
"No. Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to tell you something."
Nola marked her place in the book she was reading and placed
it on her night table. "Okay. What did you want to tell me?"
"Well. First of all. I think Madison is the school for me."
Nola nodded. She knew Tashia would make the right choice.
"And the other thing is..." Tashia started and let her voice
trail off.
"Yes, dear?" Nola asked, her curiosity peaking.
"The other thing is, that I think you've been very bad, Nola."
Tashia said. Now there was no turning back.
Nola looked as if she didn't understand what Tashia had just
said. "What?" She asked.
"You heard what I said. You've been very bad lately."
"Tashia, what's this all about?" Nola asked, bewildered at her
daughter's words.
Seeing Nola in the familiar position of astonishment gave the
child confidence. "What this is all about, Nola, is it's time for
you to get your ass whipped."
Nola's face registered shock.
"Get out from under your covers and turn over on your
stomach." Tashia said with a gleam in her eye. That same evil gleam
she got when she was mentally torturing her mother.
"How dare you speak that way to your mother, young lady." She
pointed at the door. "You get out of here this instant!"
Tashia just tossed her head back and laughed. "I can always
make a phone call." She said tauntingly.
It had never dawned on Nola that Tashia would ever do
something this damned disgraceful to her. Her eyes misted over when
she saw the look or triumph on her daughter's face. "How can you be
so disgusting?" Nola asked with a trembling voice.
Tashia looked at her levelly. "It's exactly what you deserve,
mom! Now do as I told you."
Nola knew she was defeated. She had no choice but to do as her
daughter wanted. Once again humiliated, Nola slipped herself out
from under her covers and turned over on her stomach, sobbing
pitifully as she buried her face in a pillow.
Tashia stood up and walked to the closet. She took out a box
that Nola kept hidden and removed a paddle from it.
"I'll bet you thought I didn't know about this." Tashia said.
Nola raised her head and looked over her shoulder and saw the
leather covered paddle Tashia was holding by the handle. Resigned,
she once again buried her face in the pillow.
Tashia's heart was pounding as she went back and sat on the
bed. Nola's buttocks and legs were covered by a long night gown. "I
want your ass bare naked, Nola." Tashia said to her.
With her body shaking from her sobs, Nola reached back and
pulled her nightgown up. Then pulled her panties down past her
thighs. The bad dream that Nola had been living since that night
two years before now turned into shocking nightmare when Tashia
started smacking the paddle soundly on her mother's naked ass.
Tashia's lips were parted as she watched the way Nola's ass
quivered and shook when the paddle landed on it. She hit her ass a
few times with the paddle before tossing it aside and continuing
with her bare hand.
Nola wailed all during the spanking. Not so much in pain,
although it did sting her, but she cried in abject humiliation as
her daughter spanked her. What had driven Tashia to do something
like this was beyond her.
Tashia liked the way her mother's ass warmed under the slaps.
She stopped after it was a deep pink colour and told her to turn
over on her back. Nola's tears of shame streamed down her face when
she turned over again.
"Now, Nola. you promise me that you'll be good from now on.
Because if you're not. You're going to get another spanking."
Tashia said sternly. "Do you understand me, mother?" she asked.
Nola trembled and cried uncontrollably as she nodded her head.
"Good night, Nola." Tashia said, and strolled from the room.
Nola buried her face in the pillow again and cried long and
loud before falling into a restless sleep.
* * *
Nola came to the sad realization that her daughter was nothing
but a mean, spiteful bitch who would stop at nothing to get what
she wanted. Using that fateful night two years ago to hold over her
head for almost constant blackmail had been bad enough. But when
Tashia had came into her room the night before, she had surpassed
Nola's own expectations of how far the child would go.
Nola got up and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast like
she always did. She was glad that she did not have to face her
daughter in the mornings. It gave her a small respite from the
humiliation she heaped upon her. Nola made breakfast and put
Tashia's in the oven. Then silently ate in misery before getting
dressed and leaving for work.
She was seriously thinking of finding some way to make herself
scarce over the weekend. She didn't want to be around when Tashia
had her party. Besides, after the night before, there was no
telling what she might do in the presence of her friends.
Tashia was not home when Nola returned from work. Thankful for
small mercies, Nola made dinner. Giving more thought to the idea of
leaving for the weekend, she was worried about what Tashia's
friends would do to the house. But she wasn't worried enough to
take the chance of staying home.
It was a terrible thing to be afraid to stay in your own house
because of what your daughter might do to you. Although the problem
started for her as a direct result of her sexual escapades, she
gave no thought at all to refraining from that type of activity. It
probably would, however, have been a good idea under the
circumstances.
Nola was almost done cooking dinner when the front door opened
and Tashia came walking in. Nola deliberately said nothing to her
while the girl moved about the kitchen and checked the oven and
stove to see what was being prepared.
"Ughh! I hate lasagna!" Tashia said disgustedly.
"You always ate it before." Nola said. It was true. Tashia
never said anything about it until just now.
"Yes, and I always hated it."
"I always thought you liked lasagna." Nola said to her.
Tashia made a disgusting sound. "That's what you get for
thinking. You never asked me if I liked it."
No, she hadn't asked. But by the same token, why didn't Tashia
say anything about it seeing all the times she had made lasagna in
the past?
"Is there anything else you don't like that I should know
about?" Nola asked, wanting to avoid tripping the girl's short
fuse.
"Yes, as a matter of fact there is." Tashia's eyes got that
terrifying gleam again. "I don't like the smart-assed way you talk
to me sometimes. Like you're doing right now."
"Tashia.." Nola started but was not allowed to complete her
sentence.
"Go get me a belt, Nola. I'm gonna whip your ass." Tashia said
with a wave and walked from the kitchen into the living room.
Not again! Nola screamed in her mind. She knew all too well
what would transpire should she refuse, or even balk at doing
Tashia's bidding. In the end, she would end up doing exactly what
the girl wanted anyway. So fighting back tears, she turned off the
oven and stove and left the kitchen.
Tashia was sitting on the sofa when Nola emerged from the
kitchen with a look of despair on her face. She watched her mother
with a big smile on her face while she shuffled into her room.
Tashia waited a few minutes before calling out. "Get your ass
out here with that belt, Nola."
In her room, Nola had definitely decided to leave for the
weekend. She packed an overnight bag before hearing her daughter
calling out for her to get out there. Still fighting tears, she
took a leather belt from the closet and walked from the room.
"What took you so long?" Tashia asked. "I.. I had to get it
from the bottom of the box." Nola explained.
"Well bring it to me." Nola walked slowly toward the sofa,
almost shyly lifting her arm to hold up the belt dangling from it.
Tashia took it from her and then looked at her thoughtfully.
"You've been a very bad girl, haven't you Nola?"
That was all it took for Nola to lose control of her tears and
send them streaming from her dark eyes. "Answer me, Nola." Tashia
said. Her voice like velvet steel.
Nola nodded her head almost unnoticeably.
"Do you think I should whip your ass with this belt?" She
pressed on. Another slight nod from the crying woman. "Then tell me
what you think I should do, Nola."
Sobs erupted from Nola's lips. She only wished it were all
over so she could get her overnight bag and leave. "I... I think
you should whip my..a.ass" She whimpered with closed eyes.
Tashia doubled the belt and held it up in her hand. "And tell
me why I should."
"I was bad" She said, wishing that she could just crawl away
and be by herself. "Take off your skirt, Nola."
Nola's hands fumbled with the skirt and undid it. She released
it to fall down her legs. Now the only thing that stood between her
ass and the belt her daughter was holding was her pantyhose. "Turn
around and pull the pantyhose down." Tashia commanded in a firm
voice. Nola did so and almost instantly felt the first stinging
crack of the belt. Tashia smacked the belt painfully on her
mother's ass with as much vigour as she had the previous night.
Nola howled in distress and rose up on her toes. Her quivering
asscheeks rolled from side to side trying to avoid the blows that
were landing fast and hard. She knew better than to ask for her to
stop. The pleas would fall on deaf ears, so she conserved her voice
for all the crying she was doing.
At least twenty red/purple welts has risen on the usually
cream coloured cheeks of Nola's buttocks before Tashia's arm got
tired and she stopped whipping her. Nola's hips continued to thrash
about even after Tashia stopped.
Tashia set the belt on the coffee table then leaned over a
little to admire her handiwork. Nola jumped when her daughter's
fingers moved along her burning ass. Her body was racked with
uncontrolled sobs while she stood there in her misery and shame.
As always happened, Nola's make-up was now a blurry mass of
running colours from her scalding tears. She had the sinking
feeling that Tashia was not finished tormenting her, yet.
Tashia's fingers dug into the soft, pliant flesh of her mother's
ass and she got a stifled gasp as a result. She liked the way the
skin was hot where the welts were rising.
Then Nola felt with sheer horror, Tashia's fingers slipping
under the full cheeks of her ass and beginning to roam over her
embarrassingly wet pussy. Tashia giggled from behind her.
"You're wet, Nola." She said. "This stuff really turns you on,
doesn't it?"
"I can't help it!" Nola broke into another round of sobs as
Tashia took her fingers away.
Nola hated herself for being turned on. Getting whipped and
tortured turned her on; there was no doubt about it. The fact that
it was her own daughter doing it made her feel like being sick.
"Open your legs, Nola" Tashia murmured. Nola obeyed the
command automatically. Her asscheeks flexed when her thighs parted.
"Get yourself off. Finger fuck yourself." Nola let her head hang
down in humiliation as her hand went to her pussy and began to
finger her clitoris.
Her cunt betrayed the feelings in her heart by responding to
her hand manipulations. The lewd sensations of delight sparked from
her pussy to her clit, making the woman begin to moan with
pleasure. Tashia watched with great fascination while her mother's
ass began to sway in time with her fast-moving fingers.
Her orgasm with it's powerful surges of pleasure, momentarily
took her away from the pain and humiliation. Nola cried out and
enjoyed several seconds in ecstasy before it began to ebb and
brought her back to reality, and to her shame. Nola fully expected
Tashia to be laughing at her humiliation, and the girl was, while
running her hand over her mothers's punished ass.
"Tomorrow morning," Tashia said in a cruel voice, "come to my
room. Tell me that you've been a bad girl and that you need a
spanking for masturbating in front of your innocent daughter."
Nola was too numb at that moment to feel shocked by Tashia's
words.
"Now go to your room, and stay there until tomorrow morning."
She said, dismissing her with a little pat on her naked ass.
Nola went to her room and threw the overnight bag off of the
bed. She then fell on the bed and fought with a terrible mixture of
emotions. The degrading, humiliating feelings of being treated like
shit by her own daughter were there. But the unmistakable tingle of
sexual pleasure was also there from the same thing. She wanted to
cry but found that she couldn't. What she did instead was get out
of bed and into her bathroom for a long soak in the tub. She felt
a little better when she came out and dressed in one of her short
nighties. She got between her satin sheets and soon fell asleep.
* * *
Nola got up early, made breakfast, ate, and fiddled about for
about as long as she dared stall, trying not to think about what
she had to do.
Fearing what would happen if Tashia were to wake up and find
Nola already awake, she took a deep breath and walked to the door
of her daughter's bedroom. Pausing for a moment to make sure she
was composed as she could be, she slowly opened the door and
stepped inside.
Tashia was asleep and looked almost angelic. On the night
table next to the preteen's bed, was a strap that Nola recognized
as one of her own, and a paperback B&D book that also belonged to
Nola. The thought occurred to her that Tashia was starting to
experiment with B&D and that she, her mother was the selected
guinea pig in her explorations.
Nola made her way to the bed and gingerly sat down on the side
of it. She leaned over and gently shook her daughter awake.
"Tashia, wake up." Nola said in her normal voice, tinged by
just a bit of visible apprehension. Tashia opened her eyes a little
and looked up at her in a rather confused manner, as if she were
trying to focus on her. Tashia shook her hair to knock the cobwebs
of sleep from her head. "What?" She grunted.
Now the fear and self-loathing mixed with anticipation came to
a feverish pitch in her mind. "I.. I've been bad." She started
saying. It was a credit to her that she was able to keep her voice
from cracking too much. She wanted to run from the room but
couldn't. "And I deserve a s..s......... spanking." she finished
the required dialogue and looked everywhere in the room except at
the child-demon lying on the bed.
Tashia sat up a little and considered her mother thoughtfully
for a few moments. "Yes, if you've been a bad girl I'll have to
spank you, Nola." Tashia threw the covers back and got out of bed.
"Take your clothes off while I go to the bathroom." She said
to Nola before padding from the room.
Nola stood and took another deep breath. There was no turning
back. She stripped off her robe and nightie as instructed. She had
just put them over the bed when Tashia came back into the room and
got back into her bed.
"So, you came here to ask for a spanking, did you?"
Nola nodded silently, still looking away. Then she gasped
sharply when Tashia's hand darted out and slapped her on the cheek.
"Say Miss Tashia! mommy!" Nola's mind was screaming at her that it
was all wrong. It was almost too much for her to handle and still
remain sane. "Y..yes, Miss Tashia" Nola said pitifully, closing her
eyes as they started to well up with hot tears.
"That's better. You'll address me that way from now on,
understand?" "Ye...yes, Miss Tashia," from a now very tearful Nola,
who's lips were trembling while she stood with her arms clutching
at her chest, hugging herself in misery.
Tashia sat up against the headboard of her bed, reached over
and picked up the strap from her night table. "Come here, Nola. Lay
down over my legs."
Nola buried her face in the bedspread as she lowered herself
over Tashia's slim legs. Tashia saw on her mother's ass two or
three faint bruises that were a result of the whipping the night
before. She was surprised that the bruises were not darker. She
tapped Nola on the shoulder with the strap and said "Here, take
this. Turn it on and hold it against your clit." Tashia handed her
a vibrator that she had found in her mother's dresser.
Nola shivered in humiliating excitement. This had been done to
her once before by Curt, and she recalled how she climaxed like an
idiot from the experience. She took the vibrator and turned it on,
then shifted her position and wedged it under her and held it to
her clitoris as ordered. Her clit quickly began to respond and had
Nola moaning into the bed just as Tashia starting slapping her
buttocks with the strap.
She was ashamed of herself for allowing it to happen, but she
held her ass higher in the air and presented it for the stinging,
satisfying spanking that Tashia delivered in a rapid fire accuracy.
Nola shuddered as a powerful orgasm shook her body. She screamed
long and loud into the bed as Tashia increased the tempo of the
spanking, which promptly sent her into a second, more intense body-
racking spasm of pleasure.
Nola's ass was red and blistered before Tashia grew tired and
stopped spanking her. But Nola was ready to explode again and
wailed for her to keep punishing her buttocks. Her ass was shaking
and rotating obscenely under Tashia's glazed eyes.
"No, enough Nola." she said, demanding the vibrator which Nola
gave up reluctantly. She then handed her mother a huge black dildo,
another trophy from her mother's collection of sex toys.
"Fuck yourself with it." Nola didn't have a lot of strength
left. But she managed to force herself to take it. She turned and
lay on her side, her back to her daughter and started pressing it
in and out of her very wet pussy.
At the head of the bed, Tashia had wiggled out of her pajama
bottoms and watched her mother's obscene performance.
Nola was far too into her own ecstasy to really worry about
Tashia at that moment. Her third orgasm was upon her within
moments. No sooner did Nola's climax fade away than Tashia's swung
the strap hard against her tortured flesh.
* * *
They both fell asleep in Tashia's bed and slept until mid
afternoon. They were awake for about three minutes, when Tashia
ordered her to go to her room and stay there until after the party. Chapter 4
Nola heard the noises of the party, loud music and giggling.
About midnight, Tashia came into Nola's room and ordered her
mother to go to the basement. "In just your nightie and
underpants!" the girl giggled.
Nola followed her daughter down the stairs. She saw that the
living room was a real mess. Potato chip bags, pop bottles, and
dirty dishes were everywhere.
Tashia went down the stairs to the basement. Nola followed,
anxious now, wondering what perverted game her daughter had
planned.
They went into a roughed-in room that had been cleared of
debris, ready to be converted into a storage room. The room's
furniture consisted of a single old iron-framed bed, two benches
and two saw-horses. And two giggling preteen girls!
Jenny was, Nola thought, barely ten. She was a very shy, cute
child with long blond hair, almost as tall as Tashia, skinny, with
pale blue eyes and fair complexion. Robin, her friend, was probably
a little older than Tashia. She was shorter than her two friends,
plump, with an acne scarred face and brown hair, cut short.
Nola turned, ready to bolt from the clutches of her daughter,
knowing instinctively that Tashia was going to humiliate her in
front of her friends.
"Mom," she ordered. "Stay here, if you know what's good for
you!" Nola turned to face the pretty girl who was smiling at her
giggling friends. "OK, Jenny, ask her?"
"Ms. Augustine? ....Are...are...you really a...a.b...bad
girl?" Jenny stammered. "Tashia s...says... y...yo..you are!"
"Answer her, mother!" the degrading comment from Tashia.
Nola refused to play the game. She just stared at her Tashia.
"You know what's gonna happen if you don't co-operate!" Tashia
said, smiling.
Nola was crushed. There was nothing she could do, yet, she
knew, if she allowed this indignity she would fall farther into the
pit of depravity. And she would never be able to climb out.
"Tell her right now!" Tashia ordered.
"I guess!" Nola said, a bare whisper.
"I guess what?" Tashia persisted in the interrogation.
"I...I..I..I'm a bad girl, Jenny." Nola was devastated as she
joined her daughter's perverted game.
"Tell mom what happens to you Jenny. When you're bad!"
Jenny's face flushed bright red. "You said I didn't have to
tell. You said it was a secret. You said you wouldn't tell anyone!"
Jenny's tears flowed down her white face.
"I'm not gonna tell, you are!" Tashia said, her voice smooth.
"M...my...d...da..dad takes me....down...down to the
bas..basement and he...h..he m.ma..mak..es m..me take all m... my..
my clot...hes off and uses a..a...a str...ap on me." Jenny was
sniffing loudly now.
"Then what?" Tashia continued her probing into Jenny's secret.
"Do...do I have to s...sa..say it?"
"Tell her, or I'll do it and you won't be able to play with us
any more!"
"H...he...he and mom go into their r...room and...an..d
do...do....dir...ty thi....ngs to ea..each other." Jenny's nose was
running and a trace of spit ran from the corners of her mouth.
"How about you, Robin? Tell mom your dirty secret."
"Yeah, I get spanked a lot, by my dad. He really likes to do
it. I know because you can see by the front of his pants."
"You guys wanna see my mom get it?"
"Wow!" Jenny exclaimed. "Really? You're really gonna do it?
Like you said! What if she won't let you?"
"She'll let me, won't you mom?"
Robin just stood there, her eyes wide with astonishment.
"Tashia. This has got to stop. No, I won't do it. And you stop
telling these little girls stories."
"I told them about two years ago!" Tashia smirked.
Nola just stared at her. Wide-eyed, paralysed.
"You told them!" Nola shrieked.
She nodded, her eyes moving from her mother to the girls.
"Do you realize for a bloody second what would happen to me
if...?"
"Nothing's going to happen, mom, as long as you co-operate
with us! Now go and bend over the bed and pull your panties down."
Nola face showed the horror that she felt. A plaything for her
daughter's weird fantasies. A playtoy for three little girls. She
wouldn't go any further with this. It had to stop, and right now.
"NO!!!! It's over. Tashia, you get up stairs right now. And
you two, little brats, you get out of this house immediately. And
keep your mouths shut. Understand!"
"It's you that doesn't understand, mom!" Tashia "We were gonna
take it easy on you this time, but now, you're really gonna get it.
You got just one minute to bend over the bed, but now you get to
take everything off, first!"
"I told you, Tashia.....!"
"And I told you, mom!"
Tashia picked up the phone extension and dialled.
"Hi, dad, it's me, Tashia....I guess, but just a minute." She
looked over at Nola.
Nola's face betrayed her. She couldn't lose everything that
she had worked for the past ten years. She had to give in. She
moved over to the foot of the bed.
"Yeah, dad, not to bad. I'm going to Madison next fall.
...Yeah, ....new? Not too much I guess. It depends on what you call
interesting." Tashia listened while she watched her mother.
Nola removed her nightie and slid her panties down her long
legs. She leaned over and placed the palms of her hands on the
stained mattress. She looked over her shoulder, mutely begging
Tashia not to say anything. To hang up the phone and get on with
it.
Tashia finished the conversation with her father and hung up.
Her eyes exposed her delight. She had her mother cold and naked.
She picked up the belt she had put down there earlier.
Jenny giggled. Robin snorted. Tashia grinned at them.
"You're gonna get a lot for disobeying."
The girls watched the stream of tears roll down her face and
splash on the filthy mattress.
Tashia raised the belt above her head. It whistled down.
Nola gasped and began crying in earnest, loudly.
Her buttocks trembled as the searing leather attacked her. A
red welt crossed both cheeks. Tashia raised the belt again. Her
lips were compressed into a tight smirk. She concentrated on her
target and the belt fell again. Nola howled. A third and fourth cut
of the leather belt cracked into Nola's naked flesh. Her ass was
criss-crossed with livid red stripes. A fifth stroke cracked
against her defenceless buttocks. She was breathing hoarsely,
trying to hold back her cries, trying to avoid showing these
children the agony she was experiencing.
The girls backed away as Tashia began laying on the leather in
wild swings. Jenny counted softly. Six. Seven. Eight, nine and ten.
And all of a sudden it didn't feel so forbidden anymore. The guilt
seemed to fall away as the excitement surged in her body. This was
pay-back for the times her father brutalized her bare little body
in the basement before going upstairs and screwing her mother.
There were beads of sweat across Tashia's upper lip and
forehead. Her strokes were brutal. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen.
Tashia's arm went up pulling her T-shirt up, exposing her heaving
white belly. Fourteen and fifteen.
Sixteen, seventeen.
Robin was staring at Nola's red, twisted face. She was
thinking what Jenny was thinking. Their punishments were private.
This was sexual punishment. Although her knowledge of sex was
limited, Robin knew what this really was and she was excited by the
thought of it.
Eighteen, nineteen, twenty.
Nola sagged to her knees. Tashia was breathing heavily. She
dropped the belt to her side and stared at the mass of agonized
flesh in front of her.
* * *
Nola, on her knees, was a mass of pain. Even Curt, in his most
violent fantasies had not hurt her the way her daughter had.
Tashia just stared at the broken woman.
Finally she said, "You're not finished yet."
Nola groaned in despair. Was there no end to the perversions
that her daughter intended to inflict on her. What she did with
Curt was one thing, what she was forced to do with her daughter was
another thing completely. With Curt it was a sexual thing between
two consenting adults. With Tashia it was non-consenting sexual
thing with minors. This was very dangerous territory for her. And
to keep the confidence of the three children she would have to give
in to her daughter.
* * *
Tashia, Jenny and Robin were having a serious discussion. Nola
couldn't hear their whispers but she was sure that she would not
like the result.
"You said you would, Robin," Jenny said. "I told like I said
and you have to do it!"
Robin reluctantly agreed. She began to strip her clothes from
her pudgy body. When she was naked she climbed up on the mattress
on her hands and knees. She did not look happy but the grim
determination to carry out Tashia's demented plan cemented her
mouth in a cruel grin.
"Kiss Robin's ass!" Tashia blurted to her cowering mother.
"No! No! I'll never do such a disgusting thing!" Nola yelled
her denial and her disgust.
"You will! If I pick up the phone again, you're through with
the business and then I'll call the police. You'll go to jail for
molesting your own daughter and her friends."
Nola struggled to sit up. She just couldn't face the act that
Tashia demanded. Even her sickest fantasies with Curt didn't go
that far.
She stared at the fat girls buttocks. She closed her eyes and
forced her lips against the cool white flesh.
"Lick up and down her crack!"
Nola looked back at Tashia. Her face was twisted in an obscene
sneer. Jenny stared, open-mouthed, eyes wide with astonishment.
Nola closed her eyes again and leaned over the end of the bed.
She opened her mouth and let her tongue slip out. She lowered her
face again and ran her tongue along the smooth humid crease
separating Robin's buttocks.
"Keep your mouth open while you're doing it."
Nola opened her mouth wide and forced her tongue between the
cheeks of Robin's buttocks, tasting rancid sweat. She forced her
tongue to lick around the girl's anus, probing the tight flesh with
her tongue. After a few minutes of this perverted act, Nola again
slid to the floor. Chapter 5
That weekend was one that Nola would never forget. She was
safe from Tashia's wrath while she was at work. But all during the
next week, Tashia found several excuses to further punish and
humiliate her mother. No fewer than six times between Monday and
Friday did Nola find herself on the receiving end of degrading, but
shockingly pleasurable punishment sessions.
* * *
On Saturday afternoon, Nola sat in her room getting ready for
dinner. It was the night Curt was going to be there. She was happy
to be seeing him again after almost two weeks of only talking to
him on the phone. She had lied to him saying that Tashia was pretty
sick and she didn't feel right leaving her alone when he had asked
to see her.
Nola was applying the finishing touches to her make-up when
Tashia came into her bedroom. Nola had talked her into shedding her
jeans for one evening in favour of something a bit dressier. Tashia
selected a short shirt, one which Nola thought was a much too short
but couldn't complain.
"Well, how do I look, Nola?" Tashia asked her.
"You look fine, Miss Tashia." A week of being made to address
her daughter as Miss Tashia made it a bit easier for Nola to do so
in casual conversation, although she still was not comfortable with
it in the least.
"And you look stunning." Tashia paid her a rare compliment.
"You must really think this guy is special."
"Thank you. Yes, Miss Tashia. I do!" Nola replied.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang and Tashia allowed Nola
to answer it. She stood in the background and watched Curt come
into the living room and give her mother a kiss on the lips. Nola
had linked her arm in his and led him to her daughter.
"Curt, I'd like you to meet my daughter, Tashia."
Tashia held her hand out and Curt took it gently in his own.
"You are a beautiful young lady, Tashia." Curt said and Tashia
blushed. She could see why Nola admired him. He had something...
The evening was going superb. They sat in the living room and
talked for awhile before the maid announced that dinner was served.
Dinner progressed nicely. The conversation was quite general, but
Tashia slowly turned in the direction she wanted it to go.
"Curt, may I ask you something?" Tashia asked him.
"Sure. What?" Curt gave her his full attention.
"Well, I wanted to ask you if Nola's thighs shake a lot when
you whip her ass?"
Nola nearly choked on her food while Curt stared at her
momentarily stunned at the question.
"I beg your pardon?" He asked, glancing in Nola's direction.
"You know. Do they vibrate?" Tashia posed her question to him
in a prying tone.
Curt looked at Nola. She was blushing. She had dropped her
eating utensils and was wringing her hands under the table.
"I..uhh.." Curt was unsure how to answer the question.
"Oh, Nola always tells me about the fun she has with you and
her other boyfriends." She looked at Nola. "Isn't that right, mom?"
Curt's eyebrow's shot up angrily when his fixed his gaze on
Nola.
"Well anyhow.." Tashia was continuing "I wanted to know
because, every time I spank her, her thighs seem to vibrate."
Nola's hands flew to her mouth to prevent her from crying out.
She jumped from the table and ran to her bedroom, leaving a
surprised Curt alone with her daughter, who was looking at him
sweetly, like an innocent young girl.
Curt didn't know what to make of this awkward situation, but
he was certainly going to have a talk with Nola and straighten it
out. He excused himself from the table and went to Nola's room.
Tashia put a finger to her lips and smiled as she watched him walk
away from the table.
Curt walked into Nola's bedroom and found her sprawled across
her bed with her body shaking with sobs. He closed the door and
walked to the bed and demanded to know what was going on.
Nola spent the better part of the next hour telling him
everything. From what had happened that night two years ago when
Tashia saw her with her friend, to the extortion and finally the
most recent events when Tashia had totally humiliated her,
including the evening in the basement with Tashia's friends.
Curt's face remained impassive while Nola told him the whole
pathetic story. When she finished, he asked her only one question.
"Tell me, Nola. What could your ex-husband do to you if he were to
find out your sexual preferences?"
"He could take my company away from me!" Nola cried out.
"How much of it does he control?" Curt wanted to know.
"Forty-six percent." Nola explained. "but Tashia has five
percent!"
"Okay. Then, I guess Tashia has your ass over the barrel!"
They sat in silence for a few moments before Curt spoke.
"Nola. Come home with me and we can come up with a plan to end
this. I'd like to help."
Nola gave him a smile and a hug, but shook her head. "Thanks,
but I think I want to stay here." She said. "It'll be fine, don't
worry." she said noting the doubtful look on his face.
Curt shook his head. "Ok, whatever you think is best. But let
me know what happens." he said.
"I will," she said, wrapping her arms around him.
A little later, after Nola was in bed, Tashia saw Curt to his
car. He suggested that she visit him the next evening to talk.
Tashia agreed.
Then she came inside and went directly to Nola's bedroom.
"I like him. Maybe I'll let you see him if you're a real good
girl." Nola said nothing. She left the room.
Tashia smiled and waited for about thirty minutes before
rising and walking into Nola's bedroom, again.
"You think Curt was a little surprised tonight? Tashia asked
with a vicious giggle.
"Oh, he was surprised alright." Nola said. "You've gone way
too far, Tashia." Nola said with acid in her voice.
"You'd better watch the way you speak to me, Nola. If you know
what's good for you."
Nola turned around and faced her daughter. "Tashia, I'm tired
and I want to go to sleep. I want you to leave this room and leave
me alone. We'll discuss it tomorrow." Nola said.
"We'll discuss it now." Tashia said, irritated.
"Whatever you want, Tashia" Nola shrugged and turned to the
mirror to remove her make-up.
"Don't you turn away from me when I'm talking to you," Tashia
said with a voice of steel.
Nola turned around and faced her mirror again. "Get your ass
over here." Tashia yelled at her mother.
Nola took the three steps to where her daughter sat and stood
two feet from her.
"I'm gonna whip your ass for that shitty attitude, Nola, now
bare it!" the child said sharply. Nola looked at her for a long
moment before she said.
"Get out of my room, Tashia! I know you'll get even with me
but you'll need your friends to help you!" Nola then turned and
went back to her mirror to remove her make-up.
"Okay, Nola. I suppose it`s time for a phone call."
Nola froze. She turned and looked at her daughter's smug look.
"Should I get a belt?" She asked her, submissive again.
"Yes, and make it the thick one. You know which one I mean!"
Nola silently nodded and walked to the closet. She got her box
out and took the thick belt Tashia wanted out of it.
On the bed, Tashia was smoothing out her short skirt as she
prepared to punish Nola. Nola brought the belt to her and stood in
front of her, the belt doubled in her right hand.
"Give me the belt and bare your ass, Nola." Tashia said with
her hand extended.
Nola gave her daughter a sweet smile and said, "Yes Miss
Tashia." Then she reached out and grabbed Tashia's hand and jerked
her to her feet. Tashia let out a startled yelp. When she was
forcibly pulled to her feet. Nola sat down on the bed and pulled
the cute preteen over her lap.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Tashia demanded.
"Oh, I'm just doing as you asked, Miss Tashia. Giving you the
belt."
Tashia's skirt was flipped up over her hips. The girl wasn't
wearing pantyhose. All she had on underneath her skirt was a thin
pair of panties. They came down to her knees despite Tashia's
protests and struggles.
Tashia struggled to get away, But Nola held her daughter over
her lap with a firm grip. Then she raised the thick belt over her
head and held it poised.
Tashia screamed bloody murder as her mother whipped her
eleven-year old ass with the belt. Nola didn't stop spanking Tashia
until the young girl was hoarse from screaming and crying.
Tashia jumped up from her mother's lap and danced around the
room in agony. Nola watched her with a mixture of satisfaction for
spanking, and sadness for the penalty that would come. But Tashia
had done some unforgivable things to her, and she was going to have
to pay dearly for them.
"Now you go to your room, young lady. And don't you dare leave
it until I tell you to." Nola said firmly as she tossed the belt to
the floor.
Tashia didn't say a word. She ran to her room. Nola shook her
head as she replaced the belt in the closet and sat down at the
mirror and finally removed her make-up. She could hear her daughter
crying in her bedroom for about fifteen minutes.
* * *
Nola was just about to close her book and go to sleep when
there was a knock at her bedroom door. She looked up from her book
and said, "Come in."
Tashia opened the door and stood in the doorway unsure of what
to do next. "What is it, Tashia?" Nola asked curtly.
"Mom, the girls are coming over Saturday night. You better be
ready." She said in a soft whining voice. The "I'll get you" tone
was evident.
Nola closed her book. "I guess."
Nola put her book on the nightstand and patted the bed next to
her. "Sit down, Tashia." Tashia sat very gingerly, wincing when her
scorched bottom came into contact with the bed. "Pretty sore?" Nola
asked. Tashia winced again and nodded.
"Tashia, you don't know how sorry I am that you saw what you
did that night. But there's nothing anyone can do to change it."
Tashia looked away but Nola reached out and put her hand on the
girl's shoulder.
"Look at me, child." Nola said softly and Tashia complied,
looking at her through misty eyes. "But it's that kind of sexual
relations I enjoy and I'm not ashamed to admit it."
"I understand, mom" Tashia said, remorse in her manner.
"Now as for you. I don't want you to think that one good
spanking is all that's going to come out of this for you."
* * *
It was Friday before Tashia was able to sit down without being
painfully reminded of the spanking she had received from her
mother.
* * *
She knew that Nola had told Curt everything so she was very
careful when she called him on Friday night.
She waited with baited breath for the invitation. The words
she heard were the ones she expected.
"I'll see you in a half hour." He said, whispered something
else, and promptly hung up.
Tashia was stunned. The dial tone brought her back to reality
as she replaced the receiver. He was going to punish her. Or at
least he said he was.
She put on one of her revealing short skirts and an almost
see-through blouse over her training bra. Waiting impatiently for
the doorbell to ring, Tashia jumped at every sound she heard
outside. Her heart fluttered when she heard a car door slam and she
sat up straight on the sofa and waited for him to ring the
doorbell.
When the door chimes sounded, Tashia fought the urge to jump
up and run out the back door. She calmly rose and walked to the
door. "Who is it?" She asked from behind the closed door. "It's me"
He said.
Her heart leaped to her throat as she opened the door to greet
Curt.
"Hello, Tashia." He said, appraising her body as she stood in
the doorway.
Suddenly, he caught her wrists in his hands and held her.
She tried to pull her arms away, but his grip was much too
strong for her. Tashia was instantly afraid when she looked into
his eyes and saw none of the warmness that his voice usually
radiated. He stepped into the house still holding Tashia's wrists
and kicked the door closed with his foot.
Once inside the house, and still gripping on the pretty girl's
wrists, he started walking toward her bedroom. The way he was
holding her arms, and walking forward, Tashia had to walk sideways
to avoid being dragged to her room by her mother's lover.
He knew where to go, and Tashia found herself being taken into
her bedroom and tossed onto her luxurious bed.
Tashia banged her leg on the side of it, and cried out in pain
clutching her knee in her hands. Within seconds of depositing her
on the bed, he was upon her, rolling her around on each side as he
roughly pulled her blouse away from her shoulders.
The sexy child tried to squirm away from him, but he had
already grabbed her ankles and was forcing her over onto her
stomach. She shouted at him to let her go. He didn't listen.
Sitting down on the back of her knees, he reached out under her
skirt and savagely ripped Tashia's flimsy panties from her
delectable ass. Then he unbuttoned her skirt and removed it.
Tashia knew what was about to happen, and she tossed her arms
behind her to shield her buttocks from his eyes. It wasn't his eyes
that she had to worry about. He easily brushed her hands away with
one hand while bringing his other down on the baby soft cheeks of
Tashia's ass.
When the first slap of his hand fell on her bare ass, Tashia
knew that it was senseless to struggle. She just knew that it would
be worse if she fought. So she just hugged a pillow to her face and
cried in silence while Curt spanked her ass with stinging slaps.
"When I tell you to be somewhere," he said while spanking her
with evenly timed strokes, "you'll obey without question. Do you
understand me, Tashia?" Tashia nodded her head in the pillow.
He slapped her exposed sexy ass extra hard and said. "I didn't
hear you!"
"Yes!...yes!" She turned her head and cried out to him.
When he stopped spanking her, Tashia sighed and parted her
thighs, hoping that he'd get a good look between her legs. He stood
up and told her to turn over, which she did instantly. With her
eyes rimmed in tears, She gazed up at him pleading while he moved
up to her chest and sat down heavily on her skinny chest. He undid
his fly and took out his hard cock, putting his hand behind
Tashia's head and pushing his hips forward.
Tashia obediently opened her mouth and took his prick between
her lips. She let him press as far into her mouth as he wanted.
He grabbed a hand full of her beautiful red hair and used his
other hand to pump his throbbing cock. Tashia groaned while he
jerked off with his cock aimed at her face.
Tashia cried out in horror when she saw his prick discharge a
thick gooey mess onto her face.
As his prick finished shooting and began to soften, she
flicked out her tongue and playfully licked the tip while it
continued to recede.
He was still sitting on her stomach and chest, looking down at
her with that same hard look in his eyes. He suddenly backhanded
her across her left cheek and said "Listen up, cutie! The next time
I call you, you'd Damn well better be ready to do exactly what I
tell you!"
Tashia reached up and rubbed her aching cheek and nodded her
head. He slapped the other cheek with his open palm and said "Good.
Don't make me come after you again, or it'll be much worse."
He got up off the bed and zipped his pants up after stuffing
his cock back into his pants.
"Now, tell me about tomorrow night and your plans for your
darling mother! And the little cuties!" Chapter 6
"The Cruise"
"By Curt Strap"
Chapter 1
I saw Nola the first time in early July. I had been to the
book store looking for some special books that catered to my
bizarre tastes. I finished my business and was walking along the
path towards the pier. The air was rich with odours of tanned skin
and the beach was decorated by female flesh in bikinis. I was about
to turn back when I noticed a woman sitting on the low wall by the
pier. She was with two preteen girls, both fair haired and fair
skinned, dressed in shorts and halter tops.
I guessed that they had been on the beach and were just about
to head home. The woman was tall, lithe and sexually attractive.
She had a direct and determined look that suggested she thought a
great deal of herself.
One of the girls called her Nola. Nola and the girls moved off
along the path toward the city. She had fine features, a confident
gait, and beautiful blue eyes. She was probably in her thirties.
Her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail.
As she walked slowly along the path, one girl on either side
of her, several pairs of eyes followed her progress. She had a
buxom figure like many of the other girls on the beach. She was
wearing a very tight black sweater and a pair of well worn cut-off
jeans. The jeans must have been at least a couple of sizes too
small. I swear I have never seen denim that fitted a woman so
tightly. Surely they would split if she tried to bend over. Her
breasts were full but needed no bra under the tight clinging top.
She had long and graceful thighs.
Her ass was splendid. There was no tell-tale ridge of panties.
The woman seemed to be advertising to the world that she was not
wearing any. She was wearing black boots with high heels that were
out of place at the beach but looked great.
Yet the young woman did not have the appearance of a girl
"asking for it." With two children that would have been impossible
anyway. However the woman seemed to be tantalising the men near the
beach with a display of what they would love to have but were never
going to get. I think that excited her.
I watched this beauty as she strutted. It was easy to overtake
them and pause near the rail, secretly observing her from the
front. My camera was fitted with a zoom lens. I held it pretending
to take a shot of the pier. Watching her carefully I turned a
little and brought Nola's beauty into focus as she came towards me.
When she passed I turned around and, at close range with the zoom
lens, took several shots of Nola's buttocks as she walked by. I
followed her keeping the camera low, as if I was not using it, but
my finger never left the shutter release. The automatic winder
wound the film a dozen times.
Nola flaunted her ass along the path then stopped. She put
down the shoulder bag she was carrying and began to look for
something inside it. I don't think she had any idea she was being
followed. Her buttocks swelled out and parted as she bent over. I
just about ejaculated in my pants.
My tongue was dry. With great enthusiasm I examined her ass in
this most suggestive pose. I leered at her buttocks, the swell, the
softer feminine flesh of the lower rear curves.
She led the children off again. By now she was aware I was
going the same way. She looked with a mixture of unease and disdain
at the camera. She may have guessed that I had been photographing
her and she could well imagine what sort of pictures of her I now
possessed. With the children trotting beside her she turned
abruptly down one side street and then hurried down another. I
walked quickly cutting through an alley and emerged behind her
again. I discovered the destination of my quarry then went home to
make some plans.
The dark afternoon mist gathered outside my basement window.
I closed the curtains and laid out the photographs in the strong
light of the desk lamp. I knew I was going to enjoy myself with
this one. The perverted lust she inspired in me was overpowering.
I felt no vindictiveness towards her but I would not have saved her
from any sexual ordeal. She was a perfect object for gross tyranny.
Just suppose she had been abducted by some country where
torment is inflicted in underground prisons. I could picture Nola
bare naked and spread-eagled face down over a horizontal bar, naked
tits swinging free, whips and implements of torture prepared. The
two girls were bare, hanging by their wrists, hugely erect naked
men spanking them and forcing deformed fingers into their bodies.
If I were given the choice of releasing them or being
permitted to watch, maybe even taking part in their night long
ordeal, I would have chosen to stay and participate without
hesitation. My obsession with Nola and her fair skinned children
was so great that I wanted to witness a brutal night for them in a
torture chamber.
Certainly I wanted to see the trim young woman energetic in
sexual passion. But I also wanted to see her screaming, tears
staining her face, streaked by the leather whip or writhing under
the red-hot irons.
My desires were a matter of extremes.
But how?....And where?...
Certainly a backward culture, defending the rites of
interrogation and punishment without interference...
* * *
It was some time later that I learned that Nola had booked a
cruise to South America with a stop in Peru. I had no trouble
booking a first class cabin on the same ship. Chapter 2
The trip had been a year in planning and at last Nola was
going to South America to see the remains of the Inca civilization.
Nola had grown up spoiled with every luxury a rich socialite
mother could buy a daughter. She had been a scrawny, homely child
and her mother, fearing her daughter may not find a suitable
husband, had regimented the girl's life. She had spent thousands of
dollars to straighten the girls's teeth. And much more for special
schools, medically supervised diet and exercise programs, and
custom designed fashions. As Nola was near-sighted, she had tried
to get her contact lenses but the girl's eyes wouldn't accept them,
so she got her special glasses. Nola had beautiful long blonde
hair, which received the finest care from experts.
Despite her shapely, poised adulthood, Nola remained single.
She attended an excellent university and had a masters degree in
anthropology. She had been to Europe twice and held a deputy
curator position at the museum, a job that she did not need. Nola
was so spoiled that her romances always ended shortly after they
began. But at nineteen and again at twenty she gave birth to a
daughter, each time refusing to marry the father. Nola was self-
centred and completely devoted to herself, her looks and her
pleasures. And she had no intention of sharing anything with a man.
Men were only playthings, disgusting pigs, and she despised them.
Preparations complete, she spent the rest of the day
anticipating her trip, and of course, how she could make an
impression on any stupid male she might meet. After dinner, she
indulged in a vice she had picked up in college...hash.
Nola had done a lot of travelling and fancied herself somewhat
of an expert smuggler. She didn't feel she was a criminal as all
she ever took with her was for her own use and she didn't indulge
very much...it was more a matter of doing something exciting and
naughty and her make-up kit was so complicated, she had been
through all sorts of customs checks and had never been caught.
Besides, men were such dull creatures. She just had to smile
sweetly at them, wiggle her ass a little, and she could get away
with anything. And travelling with two cute girls helped even more.
What mother would jeopardize her children? She took advantage of
any situation. She used everyone, her own children and especially
men. Chapter 3
My initial intention was to enjoy the amenities of the ship,
the luxury and elegance that was provided to those of could afford
to travel first-class. The oak panelled dining room, the white
linen and silver on the tables, the well prepared meals, the
desserts were mine to enjoy.
Nola, however, was never far from my evil thoughts as, in the
early light of evening, the liner weighed anchor and slipped down
the channel from the dock towards the open sea.
She was standing by the ship's rail. She wore a loose coat
over her shoulders. Then, as she turned her face towards me, I saw
the faint hint of recognition in her eyes. I was a little
apprehensive. What if she pointed me out and complained that I was
a pervert who took pictures of her. I do not think that much would
have come from her complaint but it might have been embarrassing.
But I felt only excitement at the thought that I was going to be in
such proximity to Nola and her children. For many hours of the
voyage she would be in the next cabin to me. I would keep her under
constant surveillance while planning her downfall.
The suspicion vanished from her eyes. She shook her head and
turned again to stare at the darkening ocean. I smiled as I thought
of her in captivity abroad. Her money and influence would not help
her. Oh, the stuff of dreams and fantasy. Perhaps she would be sold
into sexual bondage in some forgotten port. A terrible thought.
Yes, but if you had seen Nola walking with a wiggle of lithe hips
or staring with eyes oozing hatred you would know how easily she
could inspire such cruel dreams.
She was not at dinner that evening. In fact, during the first
few days she seldom appeared outside her cabin. Nor did the
children. Nola and the kids might as well not have existed for all
that the other passengers saw of her. And that fit well with my
plans. They would not be missed.
I thought of nothing but Nola until the humid morning of our
arrival off the coast of Peru. I indulged myself in vivid, horrible
fantasies about the woman and children I rarely saw during the
voyage. I jerked off to foul thoughts every day. I knew that I was
on the verge of a secret reality.
We reached the port in the early morning. The ship docked in
the inner harbour. Our stay here was to be short and we were to
sail again the next morning. As usual several customs officials
came on board, their tan uniforms drenched in sweat. They were
polite to me as I handed them a sealed envelope. Chapter 4
In the morning, she awoke hours before the ship was to dock.
She showered and selected bright red panties and bra. She tried on
her sexiest clothes and checked herself out in the mirror. She
finally settled on her attire for the morning after about a dozen
changes. It would be a white tailored skirt, cut just above the
knee and slit on both sides about six inches. Even though she
thought it might be inconvenient she elected to wear heels and a
low-cut top with bare shoulders but no panty hose. Her bra and
panties were just barely visible through the white material of her
skirt and blouse. She brushed her long hair out and let it hang
down her back.
The children, Tashia 11 and Jenny 10, dressed in snug white
shorts and halter tops. Both girls wore their hair long and tied it
in a pony tail. They were little images of their mother. Both were
tall for their age and were blessed with bright blue eyes and trim
bodies and long blonde hair. Chapter 5
Having ensured that my luggage was unloaded, I went back to
the ship and found the door to Nola's cabin open. Nola and the
children faced two obese customs agents. Nola was standing with her
back to the porthole, watching the two men blankly.
"You are detained for being in possession of contraband," the
fat officer stated in broken English. "You will admit this crime?"
She shook her head. The one who had asked the questions nodded
to his assistant. The younger man squeezed past him, seized Nola's
arm and twisted it up behind her back. This forced her to bend over
facing her accuser. The skirt rode up at the back exposing her
thighs.
Jenny rushed at the agent and beat her small fists against his
back. Tashia seemed paralysed, her eyes filled with tears, her
mouth quivering as she cried. Nola did not know what to do. Her
feminine beauty and her prestigious position in the academic world
was lost on the crude customs inspectors. This had never happened
before. Everyone treated her with courtesy. This couldn't be
happening. These terrible men had no right to question her.
The man turned to the child and pushed her hard against the
bulkhead.
"Is this your first time at Port Magellan."
"Ye...yes...yes!" she answered, panic gripping her throat.
I stood there, intrigued by the sight before me. Neither
officer seemed to notice my presence.
"I do not believe you." he grunted at the woman. Your passport
is false. You know that?"
"No-o-o-o! That's impossible. Just check with the Embassy.
They will verify my identity. And this outrage will be reported to
your superiors. You will be fired!" Some of her confidence returned
as she attacked them verbally.
"Do you have prohibited goods concealed? Hashish?"
"No! You'll pay dearly for harassing me. When the Embassy..."
He cut her off sharply, "We shall see."
She knew that the disgusting pig was taunting her and enjoying
her helplessness. Tears of rage and humiliation flooded her eyes.
She kicked at him wildly. The man smiled crudely. That was just
what he wanted. By making her resist he could arrest her and take
her to the jail for searching and interrogation.
"We may have been able to make a deal with you. A few hours on
a bed in the jail cell and then we let you go. But you attached a
government officer. For that you go to prison. And the children,
too. You will come with us."
I stood quite still witnessing this exciting drama. The
officer turned and saw me.
"You," he said, in the tone of a man who exercises power over
men. "You are a witness to her attack on the authority of the
state. You will also come with us."
I felt a growing excitement to see what would be done to Nola
and her children.
"You will sign a written statement and be free to go. For the
prisoners it is different. They will be locked up until the
investigation and report are completed." Chapter 6
Their luggage was off-loaded and taken away. Nola intercepted
a black deck hand and tried to get him to take a message to the
Embassy. He did not appear to speak very good English but with
vague gestures she was assured that the message would be delivered.
She sighed in relief. This mess would be sorted out very quickly
and those insolent men would be adequately punished.
* * *
The crewman boarded the vessel and went about his work. He
never understood anything that bitchy white woman said. She sure
had nice tits and a cute ass though. He thought about the piece of
paper she had given him. He wondered if the police chief would give
him anything for it. It was worth a try.
* * *
We went down the gangway and across to the waterfront fence.
We were ushered through customs by grinning guards. Beyond the tall
dock gates there were bars with signs advertising alcohol and nude
dancers. There were carts selling silver jewellery and beer. Others
were selling lottery tickets. A seagull hovered in the hot sky with
the patience of a vulture. The street, lined with palm trees and
unpainted cafes, was filthy with garbage and broken asphalt.
We turned off the street and passed a deserted gas station.
Near the end of this decayed avenue was a house surrounded by an
eight foot fence topped with barbed wire. Over the gate was the
ominous crest identifying the structure as a prison. Nola was at
the mercy of the republic's local police. The two officers led the
prisoners up the stone stairs. The sour smell of stale urine
assaulted my nostrils. All the doors were securely bolted. We
entered a bare foyer with a vaulted ceiling and barred windows. The
office of the Commandant was directly in front of us. A cell opened
off it, a stifling hot room with a prison bed, a chair and a barred
window overlooking the prison yard.
I waited with the officer while his assistant marched the
children into that sweatbox with its steel door.
"Lie down," the gross guard ordered sharply, "On the mattress.
Give me your hands."
There was the click of steel cuffs around the children's slim
wrists then a second metallic click as the cuffs were locked around
the steel frame of the bunk.
"You'll stay here until we are ready to question you." he
smirked lewdly. The girls were so stunned and terrified that they
could do no more than gasp and squirm. Tears flowed freely.
The guard left the cell and double locked the door. Chapter 7
Nola was taken to another room opposite the cell where she was
met by the local version of the law, a sweating obese man in a
wrinkled grey uniform. She still carried her purse and make-up
case.
"I demand to speak to the officer in charge," she hissed.
"I am the officer in charge," he replied in broken English.
"I demand that you release us immediately. I am the
representative of the Smith museum. Your government has given me
permission to inspect the Inca burial ground. I have diplomatic
immunity. Release us this instance or you'll be very sorry. I'll
phone the Ambassador immediately and he'll speak to your
superiors!"
"You may make arrangements to leave as soon as we check your
passports and you are inspected by customs. If you have done
nothing against our laws there is nothing to fear."
He pulled a cord and a bell rang. Two men entered. Nola handed
the man her passport. It was warm and she was very nervous. She
sweated profusely as the man at the desk said, "You will be
searched thoroughly. Do as these men direct. They're not obligated
to give anyone special treatment."
One man took her purse and make-up case and dumped them on the
desk, the other stood in front of her and began the search at the
top of Nola's head. She cringed as the man's big dirty hands probed
through her hair, parting it, palpating her scalp, rumpling and
dishevelling the long blonde tresses, checking her ears, removing
and inspecting her glasses, then putting them on the table with her
purse. Next, the man's strong hands forced her mouth open and she
gagged as his slimy, dirty fingers felt around inside her mouth,
under her tongue, and in the hollows of her cheeks.
Nola was now perspiring heavily. The underarms of her light
jacket were soaked. She was ordered to take it off. The man
unfastened the lining of the jacket with a knife and shredded the
garment, then tossed it on the floor. Nola's red underwear was
clearly visible through her perspiration soaked white skirt and top
and she shivered fearfully and she felt the man unzip the blouse.
"Stop, you can't do this. This is obscene. I demand that any
search be done by a female officer."
"Shut up, or you'll never leave this place!"
Nola was stunned.
The man behind the desk leered at her as the man removed her
blouse completely and said, "It is just a formality. Why do you
sweat so much? Do you have something to hide?"
"N-no. This is n-not UH..." Nola stammered as she put her
hands in front of her breasts. The second man came to aid the other
one, anxious to get in on the action. He grabbed her wrists and
held them together at the small of the woman's back. The one in
front of her fondled her bra and noticed a little padding. He
removed the bra, then slit the material and pulled out the little
foam pads and threw them on the floor. Then he removed Nola's cloth
belt, unzipped the skirt and let it drop.
Nola cringed in terror. Nothing like this had ever happened to
her before. It has always been so easy getting checked by customs.
The man holding her wrists moved her so the other could pick
up the skirt and check it over. "You sure have sexy underwear," the
man behind the desk smirked. The man behind the girl released her
hands and motioned for her to remove her panties.
Nola was shocked and was ready to attack the foul creature
behind the desk, but, sensing she had no choice, instead stripped
off her remaining clothing and removed her shoes then stood rigidly
with her arms covering her pubic mound, bare naked, wet with
perspiration. Her face was scarlet with humiliation and fright.
"I-I-I have nothing to hide," she said in a weak voice.
"We are here to determine that, woman," the man shouted as the
guards led her to an ominous looking table and bent her forward
over it. One of the men put on rubber gloves and brutally probed
her rectum with his fingers. Then, she was placed on her back on
the table and her feet were placed in stirrups. Nola's humiliation
was complete. She was menstruating and a tampon string dangled from
her open pussy. A gloved hand jerked the soaked tampon out and laid
it on her belly. The man then probed and poked for a few minutes.
She was let up and led back to the desk. There was a red streak on
the pale skin of her belly where the tampon rested. It had fallen
on the floor when she stood up.
Nola was given back her blouse, skirt and shoes. She dressed
quickly, ready to leave this horrid disgusting place. She was
replacing her glasses when she gasped in horror. The man at the
desk discovered her stash in the handle of her make-up case. He
dumped the hash on to the desk with sadistic pleasure, smiled, and
said, "This is illegal! You will be punished. Justice is quick
here."
While the man wrote some notes on three papers on his desk,
Nola pleaded with him, but to no avail. When he finished writing he
said, "take her to the prison square and flog her. Fifty lashes.
Then turn her over to the warden. Her sentence is one month.
Question her children and find out what crimes they have committed.
When you have their confessions bring them to me so that I can pass
sentence. Take her away!" Chapter 8
The men pulled her out through the front entrance then into
the dusty prison yard. It was now close to noon. The sun was
directly overhead. She sweated heavily as the men led her by her
upper arms around the building to another open area. When she saw
the place where her punishment was to be carried out, she shrieked
and tried to pull away from the men. They held her tight.
The square was dominated by an elevated platform with a
overhead crossbar, very much like a primitive gallows. There was a
small fireplace on one side of the frame. It emitted a cherry red
glow. The men forced her to the platform and turned her to face the
open area. Nola looked down in horror at the group of evil men and
boys, all waiting to see this pale blonde woman punished.
The man on her right, the one who had brutally checked out her
orifices spoke for the first time. "I get to do you," he said,
smiling wickedly at Nola's surprise that he spoke English. "You
will find this an experience you'll never forget. Now, let's see
you spread your legs, criminal."
"Please, no! I beg you. I didn't hurt anybody," Nola pleaded.
"Obey!" the guard screamed. Nola looked at the expectant crowd
and spread her feet as far as her skirt would let her, only to hear
the guard smirk, "Wider!" The man reached down and grabbed both
ends of the straining slit in her skirt and ripped it to the
waistband. The other man did the same on her left side and Nola
forced her legs further apart until she was straining to keep her
balance in her high heels. The men then fastened leather ankle
cuffs on her and stretched the girl's legs further apart and
fastened them in place with ropes to steel eyebolts on the platform
deck.
Nola was now off balance and tried to keep from falling. The
men stood and spread her arms above her head and roped her wrists
to the overhead beam. This hurt her shoulders horribly but the
support held her from falling. The man picked up a pair of scissors
and cut off all her clothing and removed her shoes and glasses,
leaving her hanging, straining, glistening with sweat in the
blazing sun.
Nola looked into the guard's cruel eyes as he stood in front
of her snipping the scissors in the air in front of her face. "You
know what happens next," he said, grinning into Nola's terrified
eyes. She shook her head slowly from side to side and gave the man
a pathetic pleading stare.
"Criminals in our country all get convict haircuts," the man
continued as he stroked the petrified woman's long blonde hair.
"I'm going to enjoy this just as much with your cute kids."
With that sadistic comment, he took a handful of Nola's
gleaming hair and cut it off. He continued cutting, tossing the
long tresses off the platform. Nola wailed in abject despair.
While he mangled her hair, the crowd scrambled for samples. Soon,
he left his humiliated victim with only ugly stubble. Nola had
stopped crying and whimpered nearly unheard. The other guard dumped
a bucket of salt water over her and grinned in anticipation as the
prison's executioner mounted the platform, carrying a wicked
looking strap and some long thin iron rods.
The guards left the platform and the horribly fat torturer
stood in front of the spread-eagled white women, surveying her
naked flesh. Nola was so frightened that she couldn't scream. After
a long inspection of his suspended victim, he placed the irons in
the red hot coals of the fire box and took a position behind the
woman.
Thirty seconds passed then the first lash landed with
atrocious ferocity across her bare ass, thrusting her body forward
and tearing an ear-splitting scream from her. The second lash tore
into her back and shoulders. He waited about a minute, savouring
her writhing flesh then laid the third lash just below the first
one on her buttocks. The whip raised ugly purple welts and a
trickle of blood seeped from an abrasion on her ass. He worked on
his shrieking victim methodically, alternating between her back and
her surging ass. Ten strokes, still forty to go. He attacked her
upper thighs with four searing cuts.
Nola had stopped shrieking and now hung, staring
expressionlessly into the crowd. The brute stepped in front of her
and tore her belly with four strokes. She started screaming again.
His yellowed, broken, rotting teeth were exposed as a terrible grin
spread over his face. He aimed the lash at her trembling breasts.
Again and again the leather cut into her tits drawing incoherent
shrieks of pain from her distended mouth. Ten times the brutal
leather cracked into her defenceless tits tearing at her nipples.
Twenty-eight. He had to be careful. He couldn't let her find
relief in unconsciousness. She was going to take every one of the
fifty strokes. The insides of her thighs attracted his attention
and four nerve shattering blows crashed into her. Nola uttered a
frenzied shriek, her body rigid. Her toes curled and her hands
clenched until the fingernails bit into her palms drawing blood.
Thirty-two. Lots of time left.
* * *
I was just part of the crowd. Anonymous. There were smiles all
around me as the voyeurs relished the torture that Nola was being
subjected to. This white woman's ass and tits were going to be torn
and bloody when this was over. And there were other pleasures to
watch after the whipping. They were going to use hot irons on her.
There was no escape for her and when she was back in the prison
everyone knew that the woman would be fucked in every orifice. The
gang-bang would last most of the night. Some were aware that there
were two little girls with her when she was arrested. They wondered
when the children would be on the platform to be ravaged with cane
and glowing iron. Some men were already stroking their erect cocks.
He went behind the woman again. The eighteen remaining lashes
would be on her ass. Nola twisted her face toward the spectators.
Her blue eyes were wide and wet with tears. Her mouth hung open and
spit ran down her chin. Her gaze met the obscene smiles and eager
faces of half naked boys masturbating vigorously. The torturer
raised the strap high over his head. The sunlight caught the black
leather as it curved downward. Then the whip landed with a hiss
across the sensitive under curves of Nola's ass. The anguish was
evident in her tortured facial expression. She screamed her
inability to endure this torment, but she screamed in vain. She
writhed her hips and shook her tits, far beyond what she should be
expected to bear. The erotic writhing of her whipped ass sent
shivers of delight through those watching her torture. She would
have done anything to interrupt the flogging but nothing was
offered. She would have confessed to anything just for a moment's
rest. She would have condemned her daughters to the same treatment
by accusing them of any criminal act her captors mentioned.
The whip snaked down again and branded her ass. The whip
cracked a second time and the tip of the lash caught her between
her buttocks searching for her virgin anus. Her expression of hurt
at this intrusion made the torturer smile in anticipation. Having
found a place where she was still so responsive, he aimed a similar
stroke. The whip's biting tip found its target, then again, and yet
again. Thirteen to go.
With horrible pleasure he lashed her ass three more times in
the same place then he performed a much more terrible indignity on
the stripped, screeching woman. He let the end of the whip fall to
the deck between her spread legs. He snapped his wrist. The leather
snaked upward and attacked the sensitive lips of her gaping pussy.
Whatever anyone may have thought, it was impossible to anticipate
the reaction to this disgusting act. Her vocal cords were paralysed
by the intensity of the anguish. Then a wild outburst. "You have
killed me!"
Her body shook uncontrolled. The hideous pain had barely
subsided when the lash struck again. Nola's body twisted and turned
as the leather found her most sensitive flesh again and again until
ten horrid blows had been delivered between her spread legs. Chapter 9
I went to the prison three weeks after Nola was arrested and
was given access to her on the condition that I would provide
information against her that would ensure that she would never be
in a position to tell tales of anything that was done to her. The
one month detention was nearly over and they didn't want to let her
go. They hadn't even worked on the children. They were too busy
getting confessions from suspects arrested after an attempted coup.
I was in an unusual situation of being able to de exactly as
I wished with the woman and getting her brats into hell with her.
* * *
I made my way to the cell in which she slept. The guards
opened the door quietly. The guards who supervised her that night
had put her on her belly without a sheet over her. Her wrists were
attached to the frame at either side of the prison bed. The light
from the doorway showed me that she was asleep, Her head, covered
only by the stubble that remained of her hair, lay on a pillow. I
could see that her eyes were closed and her lips were parted a
little. I moved forward very quietly to the bed.
The guard who had attached her face-down for the night had
wedged two leather covered pillows under her loins. These
emphasised the spread of her young thighs and gave a broad curve to
the firm cheeks of Nola's ass. Not only did this make her available
for whatever acts the guards might inflict on her, it also made
Nola appear to be offering herself in an obscene manner.
That she should be made to present herself to men whom she
held in contempt added a keen spice of Nola's humiliation to my
enjoyment.
I sat silently on the edge of the bed without waking her. I
paused for a moment and then lowered my head over her. I examined
that area of Nola's anatomy which interested me the most. I studied
her flesh from her waist to the backs of her knees. As I studied
her buttocks, I was close enough to smell her damp sweat.
Since the first day I was Nola's hips and buttocks my thoughts
of her had been tinged by sadistic desires. A bitch like her easily
excited the vile instincts of men like me.
Her legs were relaxed and parted a little. I was able to make
a close survey of Nola's lightly-haired sex between the rear of her
thighs and my tongue ran expectantly on my lips.
I looked at the blue-veined hollows behind her knees and the
pale smoothness of the backs of her calves. There was a slight
humid sweat on the soft inner surfaces of her thighs and on the
flesh separating her buttocks.
The effects of the whipping and the hot needle that ravaged
her ass two weeks ago had faded. But there was still a hint of the
savage whip. My cock responded to the erotic naked flesh. Having
Nola's ass bare for my inspection encouraged by my thoughts of
torture and rape gave me a furious hard-on.
The cheeks of her ass were relaxed in sleep. I looked closely
where her cheeks curved together, at the sexually suggestive
cleavage of her crack. My eyes followed the dark forbidden valley
hidden in shadows even in the light from the door.
To wake her, I slipped the fingers of one hand between the
rear of her legs and fondled Nola's intimate feminine flesh. At the
same time, my other fingers were between her rear cheeks, probing
and finding her anus. This rude fingering brought her to life. She
stirred a little and then woke up with a sudden tightening of her
body.
"Lie still and be quiet, Nola. I'm here to help you. But you
have to be co-operate if you want to get out of this hellhole. I
have a plan."
Nola turned her head toward me. Her eyes gave me a look of
defiance and hatred, tempered by unease. She recognized me.
I smiled at her, trying to gain her confidence.
"Trust me," I said smoothly, "and you'll be out of here
today."
I saw hesitation in her eyes. I also saw hope.
"How?" she said. Her eyes flashed excitement.
"Just tell me where the rest of the stuff is. I'll get rid of
it. I'm a lawyer. I'll appeal the one month detention. With time
off for good behaviour you'll be out of prison today."
"What about Tashia and Jenny, are they okay?"
"The girls too, there's no evidence against them, at least not
yet! The guards are too busy with other prisoners right now. They
haven't even been questioned yet. By the way, what do you know
about plans for a coup to overthrow President Gonzales?"
"Can I really trust you?"
"Sure," I smiled, "but you don't have much choice, do you?"
"I guess not." Nola looked around, making sure they were
really alone. "Only what I heard from a friend before I left.
They've been planning it for months. I sure hope they're
successful. This stinking government should be overthrown and the
perverts running it sentenced to lengthy prison terms. Especially
that horrid judge."
"What about the drugs? You must have more hidden somewhere?
What they found was only a few days supply."
"You promise to get me out of here?" she asked. Her private
thoughts were more perverse. This bastard will roast once I get
home and get a few of dad's old friends to take care of him.
"I'll get you out, but it'll cost you something."
"What?" she said. "Anything."
"The drugs?"
"There's some in the heels of the girl's shoes."
There was a pause. Nola watched disdainfully while I stood up
and unzipped my pants. Smiling, I held before her face my hard
erection rising from its nest of grey hair, showing it to the woman
with vindictive amusement. I held my penis right in front of her
face, making Nola inhale the smelly, masculine odour of it.
"Have a good look at it, Nola! I've wanted to show it to you
for a long time. When I followed you from the beach. When I took
pictures of you and your kids. And you're going to feel it too.
You'll have a hard time with it...."
"You," she spat. "I know you. You're the filthy pervert that
used to follow me. I thought I recognized you on the boat."
"Careful, Nola, if you want out of this prison."
She stopped. But her venomous attack continued in her private
thoughts. Filthy obscene bastard. When she was home, he would
suffer, oh, how he would suffer. She had the money and resources to
make sure he learned some very hard lesson. She would destroy him.
Grinning at the anger in her eyes, I showed her the swollen
head. Nola gasped through clenched teeth and pulled vainly at the
straps holding her wrists to the prison bed-frame.
"Have another good look at it, Nola. Close up. You'll suck on
it later. You think you'll refuse? If you want out of here today
you'll beg for a taste of it. Do you want the guards feeding cock
to you for the rest of your sentence. And to your precious little
girls? That's what they'll do, you know."
Still smiling at the fury in her eyes, I teased her a little
longer with my erection. Then I sat down on the bed.
"Lie still, Nola. Your ass is the only thing about you that
interests met. And that little treasure hidden between your cute
cheeks. Your asshole, Nola. I think you understand now, don't you?
Those times I followed you, when you looked up and saw me standing
behind you. Or when I was behind you with a camera. It was your
fine young ass, Nola. No need to pretend any longer. It's your ass
that interested me most."
I brushed the rear of her legs and fingered the flesh between
her legs. Nola was tense, her head face down trying to hide her
face, her breath exhaled through clenched teeth. I slipped my
fingers along her sweaty crack. I parted the cheeks and ran my
finger over the tiny entrance.
"Let me have a good look at your asshole, Nola. Don't clench
your buttocks if you know what's good for you. You're really tight
there. Never had anything up there, Nola? I'll have to fix that."
She turned to stare at my vulgar outburst, gasping and
struggling to avoid my attentions.
"Lie still and relax your cheeks. That's better."
She jammed her knees into the hard mattress as my finger
prodded her asshole. There was nothing else she could do except
scream for the guards and she knew the consequences of that.
She cursed me in quiet whispers.
"Cool it Nola, or I'll call the guards. Do you want me to? Do
you want Tashia and Jenny up on that platform? Do you, Nola?"
The shock of my question overcame her resistance to my
searching fingers. I tickled her asshole with my finger-tip as I
whispered to her.
"They'll be whipped really sadistically, Nola," I said softly.
"And they'll use a cane. Do you really thing they can take a real
prison caning? The Arab guards will make them scream and they'll
enjoy doing it."
I let my fingers feel the folds of her sex, her anus, the
backs of her knees and back to her anus.
For a moment, I paused and studied my target. Nola was tensing
and shifting her pale ass cheeks again and that made her look
suggestively sexy. I watched her asshole twitch.
"I've got plenty of time to have fun before I get you out of
here." I fingered her asshole again. She gasped and tried to squirm
away but I held her firmly around the waist. The prolonged and
repeated fingering of her asshole told her what was going to
happen.
"Do you want the guards doing this to the girl's?" I
threatened.
Circumstances had changed since Nola could flick back her long
hair and stare contemptuously as the men who admired her.
Humiliation was a necessary part of my plan.
I displayed my penis again for her, holding it under her eyes,
directing Nola to look at it, telling her to imagine how it would
feel when it stretched her ass.
Nola gasped, the contemptuous eyes glaring at me in fury and
her face glowing with anger. But though she tensed her buttocks,
tightened her mouth in defiance and pulled vainly at the straps
holding her wrists, she could not prevent what was being done to
her.
I slipped two fingers into her ass.
Nola's short uneven release of breath and the shifting of the
mattress under the pressure of her knees betrayed her useless and
writhing resistance.
I intended to impose submission and humiliation on the woman.
She gasped and cursed me, but I just smiled at her.
"Ask for it, Nola. Ask me to fuck your ass."
"No," she said. "That I won't do, for any reason."
"Well, Nola, I guess you can kiss freedom goodbye, then." I
said and got up and started for the door.
"Wait, please wait," she begged.
I turned and smiled at the hysterical woman fettered to the
bed. "What?" I said.
"Do it, please do it," she said, crying.
"Do what, Nola, tell me?"
"F...fu...fuc...fuck....my...my...ass, please?"
"What else?"
"I don...don't know, please don't do this to me. Tell me?"
"And I'll lick your smelly shitty cock clean."
The shock of this brutal command silenced her. She lowered her
head, hiding her face from me, and made no attempt to argue.
"Last chance."
"I...I'll li...lick your sme....smelly, shi..tty coc..k
clean."
I made her wait, pretending to think about her request. Her
limbs wrestled in vain against the bonds that held her. As she
writhed, the swelling cheeks of her ass touched and parted.
Then I knelt astride. I steadied her ass with my hands. While
I adjusted the angle of my cock to her anus, she still panted and
squirmed, the mattress moving under her knees.
Nola's wrists were still firmly strapped to the metal frame
but now she began to writhe her bare legs and twist her hips in
final resistance. The bed creaked. My hand smacked hard on the bare
flesh in front of me.
My hot cock touched the cool smoothness of her ass. Then the
stiffness probed between the cheeks into the humid warmth. There
were gasps and short, angry wails from Nola as she felt the raw
meat enter. As she twisted her head, trying to look around
desperately, I made a final effort. Nola gave a short gasp deep in
her throat, a vain rejection of what was being done to her. I felt
the thrilling tightness of her asshole pass over the head of my
thrusting cock. I pressed full length and there was a quiet cry of
alarm as she felt the size and depth of the intrusion.
Her resistance stopped. Though Nola loathed what was being
done and hated the man who was doing it, her feminine instinct
warned her of the havoc she might cause to her body by struggling
too hard while impaled.
I looked down at the swelling cheeks. Almost the entire length
of my meat had vanished and Nola's asshole was desperately
stretched around the shaft.
I put my arm around her neck and drew her head back until the
pain of resistance made Nola grunt. I held her head back so that I
lay with my head touching hers.
"Ready for the fun to begin, Nola?" I asked. I bit her ear,
murmuring to her, "You're really tight, I'm going to make it hard
for you.
I sodomised the woman for twenty minutes. I paused from time
to time because I wanted to prolong my pleasure. Nola didn't lie
quietly. Her buttocks tensed and her hips shifted as she panted.
Through clenched teeth, she spit out her revulsion and
contempt for me as I pumped her ass in a rictus of struggling and
frenzy. I stopped smiling and let my face stare with vindictive
sadism as I rode Nola hard to climax.
I let go of her neck and watched her ass to excite myself to
the maximum. Nola's asshole was stretched hard around the plunging
cock. My balls exploded sending me into delirious ecstasy.
There was a sound of revulsion from Nola when I withdrew and
dripped semen onto her ass. Chapter 10
Surely against the tenets of his religion, Mohammed was
watching this spectacle with a cigar in his hand. Ali was seated on
a stool behind the suspended naked whipped woman making
preparations for the second part of Nola's sentence. He held, in
his right hand, a long needle with a wooden handle and placed it in
the glowing brazier.
Ali held the needle in the flame until it was glowing. Fixing
his chosen spot with the fingers of his left hand, he touched the
flesh of the flagellated ass with the needle's tip. He held it
there a second, then withdrew it.
Nola's screech of pure agony and terror tore from her throat.
A dark spot appeared on her ass, no bigger than a pin's head,
from the needle's unholy burn. Ali began to cover the underside of
the contorting buttocks with more jabbing probes.
Nola's limbs contracted, she jerked at her bonds. Ali dotted
the whole under-side of her crimson ass with tiny blisters and
worked now in between the welted cheeks.
Her body convulsed. Her head went back, her eyes went wide, no
breath came from her mouth as the hot probing needle searched the
crack of her ass. Finally Nola exhaled a long and hopeless groan.
* * *
Mohammed strode forward. It was his turn at the heathen white
prisoner. He lifted the front of his robe. There was a pause, then
another wail of despair from Nola as the man shoved, gritting his
teeth. She rose on her toes, moaning and crying, "Nooooh...not
there....please not there...oh..un..ooooh!"
Mohammed commenced a steady pitiless pistoning.
Nola, wailing, gasping bucked her hips frantically trying to
push off her impalement. The crowd watched the spasm with
amazement.
It was much worse than she'd expected, more disgusting and
frightening and it got much worse when he began heartlessly to
piston in and out of her ravaged ass. She began to groan and sweat.
"Please...ow...oh...please, stop!"
"You bitch, sit back on me," Mohammed grunted, "or I'll have
Ali twist your nipples with red-hot pincers."
The penetration of the largest cock she had ever felt forced
her to try to sever herself from the rod. For her body told her not
only of its immense thickness but that there were several more
inches to come.
"No....nugh....no!"
More of the prick ploughed into her as the man impaled her. He
reached around her and twisted her nipples until she screamed.
"Nnngggh...ough...pfffff!"
Still fighting to get free, she grunted, snorted and sweated
in humiliation and raw pain. She felt the jam of his hard balls
against her body. Then the brute scalded his load into her,
ejaculating in jets of filthy slime.
She never felt him slide out of her. She had fainted. Chapter 11
(To be continued) Nola still has to take care of her oral chores
with Curt and the children still have to be "questioned". And of
course Nola gets a life sentence for her involvement in the coup.
And the girls??? How long for the dope in their shoes. I could use
some help if anyone is interested. This chapter probably should
preceed the existing chapter 10. First published: October 24, 1993 as Pamela1.zip
Edited and Updated: March 30, 1994 as Nola28.zip "The Cruise"