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"The Island"
"By Curt Strap
Part 1 - Nola Augustine
He heard the boat before he saw it. Hassan Turabi glanced at his
watch as he stepped outside and watched the pier. It was right on time,
as usual. As the engine's noise grew louder the boat appeared in the
narrow channel. It was the old converted minesweeper and its appearance
greatly pleased the obese man who watched approach the dock. Its
presence meant one thing: A Customer.
The island nation of Khalil is located off the coast of Turkey. It
is an independent country of approximately 50 square miles covered with
tropical vegetation. Khalil is a very wealthy country. The "taxes" which
it makes to the government of Turkey assures its peaceful existence
along with its absolute privacy. Nobody comes to Khalil without an
invitation. Its only access is by the sea on the East coast. Khalil's
only business is a very expensive and a very private one. For an
enormous price, wealthy customers can arrange for a very special revenge
for those who had the stupidity to cross them...
The only passenger on the boat which was just approaching the pier
was a woman who had corresponded with Mr. Turabi about purchasing his
services. Her name was Nola Augustine, and she was a fabulously wealthy
heiress from England. Both of her parents had died late last year in a
plane crash. Now, she had become the sole heiress to a fortune well in
excess of 100 million dollars. Her thirty-fifth birthday, just three
days after the accident, had been the occasion of her official
inheritance.
All of her life Nola had been used to getting anything she wanted.
She was noted for a quick temper and her vicious passion for "getting
even" with anyone who crossed her path. The years she had spent waiting
to control the family fortune had seemed like forever to her. She was
appalled at not having immediate access to all of the money and was
prone to fits of intense anger towards anyone who prevented her from
doing what she wanted. Now, three months after getting all the money,
she had already started paying off a few debts. She knew what money was
for and how to use it. She had ordered that the family bankers, lawyers,
and even salespeople at the fashionable stores she shopped in, be fired.
She forced the minority shareholders in her father's businesses into
bankruptcy. She had made sure they all knew it was her who had done it
to them and gloated at the misery it had caused them. One of her
favourite moments was when one of the lawyers responsible for handling
her trust fund came to her begging her not to have him fired. He had a
family with small children and he claimed he was only following her
father's orders when he had restricted access to funds during the past
years. Nola sat smirking as the man begged for his job back then laughed
in his face! She promised him he'd never work in a legal office in
England again.
A month ago she had contacted Mr. Turabi and inquired about
purchasing his very special services with respect to a woman, the
woman's young daughter and the girl's father who, she said, had made her
life especially difficult for a number of years. When Turabi told her
that his services were quite expensive she merely laughed and assured
him that in this particular case she was prepared to go all out. Money
was no object. That statement had earned her an invitation to the
Island.
As the twin propellers stopped turning, the boat was pulled close
to the small dock and secured. A worker reached out a hand to help Miss
Nola Augustine down the ramp. Turabi raised an appreciative eyebrow at
the guest's long legs. As Nola stepped onto the dock the worker handed
her a glass of champagne then went aboard to fetch her bags.
"Welcome to Khalil, Miss Augustine!" Turabi beamed as he walked up
to the trim redhead and offered her his hand. "I hope this place is as
good as you told me on the phone, Hassan." she sneered, ignoring his
hand and looking around. "It looks like the middle of nowhere. Somehow I
expected... more." she sniffed and took a sip from her glass.
"I assure you, this is the middle of nowhere, Miss Augustine."
Turabi countered as he looked at his arrogant guest. "This assures our
privacy and our complete non-interference from the outside world. We are
virtually cut off from everything here. Most countries don't even know
we exist, and those that do leave us alone, or make use of our services.
We are an independent nation. We make and enforce our own laws. I assure
you that we are in a position to even exceed your own expectations in
our business matter."
"Where do I stay?" she asked, still not satisfied with his answer.
"We have a special guest house. I'm sure you will be quite
comfortable. As soon as you have settled in and rested please join me
for lunch on the veranda. I will be happy to explain how things work
here and take you on a little tour of our facilities."
Nola's eyebrows lifted slightly at this. She had been looking
forward to a tour of this very special place ever since she first found
out about its existence. She let the large man who was carrying her bags
lead her to her quarters. As they walked she was startled to hear what
sounded like a moan off in the distance. Her ears perked, listening as
she walked. There it was again! It sounded human, and oh so pathetic.
Female. She glanced around trying to find its source but couldn't locate
it before they arrived at the guest house. She decided that she'd only
need a short rest before joining Turabi for lunch and asked the guard to
inform him that she'd be meeting with him in a half hour. "And tell him
not to be late. I'm not used to waiting!" The guard looked at her with a
threatening stare, his eyes black with fury. Inside, Nola laughed,
wondering just how far she could push these stupid people.
An hour later Nola was stepping outside and heading towards the
main building. She had showered slowly, planning to be late, then
slipped on a pair of tan hiking shorts and a safari shirt. She also wore
socks and a pair of hiking boots, as she didn't know what might be
crawling or slithering around in a place like this, and she didn't
relish finding out. She had a horrible fear of creepy, crawly, biting
things.
Turabi was already seated and forced a smile as she approached. She
swayed her hips confidently as she walked, looking stunning in the short
tight hiking shorts she had intentionally selected. She kept her ears
tuned for the moaning sound she had heard earlier but was disappointed
to hear nothing but the sounds of birds and the wind in the trees. "Oh
well, soon enough" she thought as she climbed up the three small steps
and stood on the veranda.
"You look gorgeous, Miss Augustine!" he gazed appreciatively at her
trim body. "Do you mind if I call you Nola?"
"Only my friends call me Nola." she sneered at him. "This is a
business relationship, Hassan. She used his first name intentionally. I
prefer Ms. Augustine, if you please."
Turabi cleared his throat and moved his hands apologetically. "As
you wish Mizz Augustine" he said with a very slight emphasis on the
`Mizz'. She was a bitch alright, he noted as he watched her sit and then
deliberately cross her legs. He noticed that she was intentionally
giving him a good view of her legs as she leaned back and picked up her
glass of champagne. Oh well, it was her money that mattered. He inwardly
felt a little sorry for whomever the poor unfortunate was who had
crossed her and prompted her need for his special services.
"I hope you found your quarters acceptable, Ms. Augustine?" As she
nodded curtly he picked up his own glass and continued: "A little
history of Khalil is in order Ms. Augustine. As you no doubt already
know, we operate this business as a service to those who can afford us.
We've been in operation for a dozen years. Everything we do here is
legal, you see. We are a sovereign nation. I bought the island from the
Turk's twelve years ago and since then we have maintained, shall we say,
very good relations with our larger neighbour. They, in turn, assure us
of our privacy and leave us alone."
"The law here, Ms. Augustine, is my law. I make the rules. I am the
king if you will. Whatever I say here goes and there is no appeal. Once
sentenced to Khalil, escape is impossible. Even if one knew where to go
they would have to cross the channel to Turkey. Only two inmates have
ever tried it over the years. One of them died horribly in the water.
Sharks got her, and the other woman was caught by the Turks and
returned. Believe me, after seeing her punishment nobody has ever tried
again."
Nola tried to look casual, but inside she was intensely interested
in this historical narrative. No escape was possible...she felt comfort
in hearing those words.
"Another thing you may or may not know is that we have three
compounds in Khalil. They're about 10 miles apart and separated by a
dirt road. The second compound is for our male inmates while this one
here is for our female inmates. The third compound is reserved for our
younger guests. The methods employed are similar for each special
circumstance. If time permits perhaps you might enjoy a tour of both
facilities?"
"No thanks, Hassan. What you do, or have done to, those bastards in
the other facility is your own business. I'm interested in this one
right here. I'm anxious to see if you can meet your promises." Before
he could comment she cut him off and continued:
"I don't just want revenge, Hassan, I want SATISFACTION." She
practically hissed the last word. "I want the best, or actually the
worst, that money can buy for a certain bitch, her kid, and the kid's
father. They need a lesson that neither they nor anyone else will ever
forget. I could have them killed, but that would be too simple. Much too
easy. I want them very much alive and punished to the extremes that you
or I or anyone could imagine. Then I want her taken beyond..."
Turabi cleared his throat to interrupt. "Yes, you mentioned that it
was a woman, a man and a girl that you wanted to commit to our care. I
am prepared to take you on a tour of our facility so you can see for
yourself what is in store for them. I'm sure you will approve. Before we
do that, however, we have to talk about money."
"I told you, money is no object" she stared him right in the eye,
challenging him.
"Still," he continued, "there are rates for various services. We
charge 250,000 dollars for incidentals. That covers the cost of picking
them up and arranging for them to be delivered here. We are very
professional. No one will have the slightest clue where they has
disappeared to and they will be unable to tell exactly where they has
been taken. After that, we contract for a specified period of time and a
particular intensity of punishment. Our minimum period of confinement is
6 months. You can contract for a year, two years, even five years, but
the cost is 1,000,000 US dollars per year and the payment is in advance.
You select the types of punishments to which they will be subjected and,
of course, the types of people who administer the punishment. Once the
money has been delivered we will handle the rest. One important item,
Ms. Augustine - once we start we will complete the contract, no matter
what. We have never reneged on a contract and we never ever will. Even
if you were to have a change of heart and ask to cancel a one year
sentence after only six months we will carry through for the full year.
It's very important that you understand this in advance."
Nola's eyes widened and flashed excitement.
"Yessss" she hissed, leaning forward. This was all explained to me
earlier. What has been set in motion cannot be stopped... That's just
perfect...." She leaned forward a little and uncrossed her legs.
"I want to sentence them to ten years!"
Turabi was quiet for a moment. The longest term he'd contracted for
was for five years, and that was contracted by a syndicate of men who
had suffered tremendous financial losses due to the treachery of a
female employee. That unfortunate woman was still serving her sentence.
But ten years!
"Do you realize what you would be condemning them to, Ms.
Augustine?" Your hatred may diminish in a year or two, but once the
process has started there is no way out for them. And, as I explained,
all of the money would be due up front."
"It's you who doesn't understand, Turabi. Are you stupid? I don't
care about the money. Ten years at a million per year is 10 million
dollars. I can afford that, easily. As a matter of fact, I'm prepared to
pay you that amount today, plus more, if necessary, for extras. I have
some specific requirements in mind and I'm sure I'll think of some
others after the tour. I want this bitch and her kid to have the full
treatment, and more! And the man, well you can go all out on him!"
Turabi nodded his head and pressing his fingertips together.
"We can certainly handle any extras that you may desire. The ten
year term is also acceptable." He motioned behind her and then smiled.
"Let's have a little lunch before the tour."
Nola heard some commotion behind her. She saw Hassan's smiling eyes
riveted on hers and resisted the temptation to turn around. The noise
got closer. She heard a sharp crack and then "Ohhhh!" in a sobbing
female voice. This time she turned around. What she saw made her
involuntarily squeeze her knees together and take a sharp breath. Turabi
noticed her reaction and mentally filed it away for future use.
Moving across the veranda was a nude woman. She was crawling on all
fours and doing her best not to unbalance a tray that was on her back.
The tray was held in place by a small strap cinched around her belly. On
it were two filled glasses, two plates laden with fruit, some
silverware, and two napkins.
Behind the crawling female was a young Turkish woman. She was
dressed very provocatively in a miniskirt, boots, and halter top. She
carried a black crop in her hand and was tapping it menacingly in her
palm. As they got closer Nola was able to see that the crawling woman
had a series of welts on her bare ass. Nola squeezed her knees tighter
as she counted over two dozen raised ridges on the bruised buttocks. It
was obvious that she had been whipped terribly, and quite recently. Most
likely with that same crop and by the smiling young woman who was now
prodding her forward with threats of further punishment
"Ahhh! Here comes lunch now." Turabi beamed. The nude woman crawled
up to them till she was right next to the table. Her head as facing
Turabi and her hips were practically touching Nola's right knee. The
woman picked the contents of the tray up and gently placed them on the
table. She placed the crop on the table next to Nola, then smiling,
turned and walked away, leaving the nude woman still kneeling next to
the table.
"This is Patricia." Turabi reached his hand down and stroked the
girl on the side of the neck. "Patricia has only been with us a short
while. She used to be a waitress at an exclusive Country Club in Miami.
Like many beautiful young girls she thought that her looks gave her the
right to be rude and nasty. She forgot that her job was to serve and her
conceited attitude made her many enemies. One of her patrons made a
harmless suggestion that they meet later that night for drinks. She
slapped his face and complained loudly that he had propositioned her.
This was a cause of great embarrassment to the patron, as his wife was
present in the room at another table. The patron decided that Patricia
needed a lesson in manners and further training in how to serve her
customers."
"Patricia will be with us for a year. Her punishment has just begun
and will proceed at a faster pace in the next few weeks under the
careful hand of Miss Hashim, who was the enchanting young lady who
accompanied her to our table. Hashim came to us from one of the Turkish
prisons. She is very experienced in training women. Oh, I see you are
fascinated by her welts."
Nola realized she had been staring at the girl's ass during the
entire conversation. She looked up sheepishly and saw Turabi smiling at
her.
"Feel free to touch them. You may even add to them if you choose.
That's why the crop was left next to your plate." He gestured with one
hand while still rubbing Patricia's neck with the other. Nola looked
back at the reddened buttocks then slowly reached a hand forward and
touched her fingertips to one of the welts. Patricia gasped and
shuddered. They were obviously quite tender. Nola was intrigued with the
warmth of Patricia's ass. She fondled both cheeks, eventually using both
hands to cup them and hold them. She picked up the crop and toyed with
it a little, then swung out and gave a vicious whack to the helpless
buttocks before her. Patricia yelped and swivelled her hips to avoid a
second hit. Turabi grabbed her face by the chin and pinched it between
his thumb and fingers. He looked at Nola and they both began eating the
fruits before them. He continued holding onto Patricia's face
with one hand while Nola gave her an occasional slap with the crop as
she ate.
By the time they had finished, Patricia had been hit at least a
dozen more times. Miss Hashim came and cleared the table, depositing
everything back on Patricia's tray. She then took the crop and used it
to lead her away, slapping at Patricia's ass as she walked next to the
crawling girl, and warning her not to drop anything.
"Well?" Turabi asked, still holding onto his wine glass.
"Not bad" Nola conceded. "For a start... A few weeks of that might
be an interesting start for my own bitch. Of course, she'd have to be
cropped much more thoroughly than Patricia."
"Of course!" Turabi beamed. "After all, you're paying for it."
"Yes, I am. And don't forget that, Turabi."
"And, the kid will be riding on her mother's back, getting the crop
as well."
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"The Island"
"By Curt Strap"
Part 2 - The Tour
After lunch, Turabi led the way across the grounds towards the
large building next to the visitors' quarters. As they were walking Nola
heard the same moan that she had heard earlier when she had first
arrived. She looked at Turabi and cocked her head questioningly. He
smiled and led her off to the left to the edge of the jungle. He pushed
away some ferns and motioned for her to follow him as he stepped through
and disappeared.
Nola went in right behind him. They only went a few paces when they
came to a small clearing. In the centre of the clearing was the source
of the moaning.
The ground had been completely cleared of grass. Lying there in the
middle of the clearing was the writhing body of a nude woman. She had
been spread-eagled and staked out on her back. Her arms and legs were
cruelly stretched so tightly that all she could do was wiggle her
fingers and toes and thrash her head and hips. And wiggle them she
did... Nola gasped audibly at the incredible torment that the indecently
spread woman must be experiencing. Her milk white body was covered with
what must have been hundreds of insects. They were like black patches
clumped around her pussy, armpits, and both of her quivering breasts.
Turabi explained that she had been staked out like this since
morning. Honey had been applied at those places where he particularly
wanted the ants to congregate. The sweetness led them there and once on
those most tender of spots they drove the poor woman half mad in
torment. Those particular ants had tiny jaws which they used to bite and
inject their venom into the white skin of the helpless woman. The bite
is very painful, and, it causes a maddening itch which lasts for several
days to develop around the area of the bite.
"This is Ingrid. Please excuse her if she doesn't stand up, but
she's currently... err... preoccupied!" Turabi seemed quite pleased with
his introduction. He clearly enjoyed his profession immensely.
Ingrid's hips were rotating as much as her tight bonds would allow.
Every second or third revolution she would strain them upwards and
tremble as her head moved back and forth in agony. Her tortured breasts
and nipples did not even have that much freedom. She was blindfolded but
when she heard their presence she began to plead pitifully for release.
Other than her little biting friends she was quite alone. Turabi
explained that one of the matrons came by every hour or so to check on
her and apply more honey if necessary.
"Ingrid was a notorious tease in Stockholm up until a few months
ago. That was when she had the misfortune to tease the wrong man. A
wealthy businessman whom she had toyed with and eventually made a fool
of decided to have the last laugh. It cost him a small fortune but
Ingrid will be our guest here for the next two years. He specifically
requested that her punishment be one of prolonged and unendurable
torment, and that she spend most of her waking hours pleading. The ants
were my idea. Like it?"
"My God!" she gasped. "It's... It's unbelievable! How can she stand
that!" Nola involuntarily shuddered as she turned her head away from the
scene.
"She has no choice" Turabi offered. She'll be like that until
sundown. In another hour a matron will turn her over and put honey on
her anus. I tell you, That's when you'll see some real thrashing!" He
licked his lips as he surveyed the scene. "Tonight she'll be kept tied
on a cot in the main dormitory. The pain and itching from the bites will
reach a peak tomorrow and, of course, she won't be allowed any relief
from that. In about five days the pain will finally stop. We'll play a
few games with her and then the next morning she'll be right back out
here in this special clearing we've made just for her, and the whole
cycle will repeat. Over and over.... for the next two years..."
Nola nearly choked but tried to maintain a calm exterior.
"V-very ingenious, Hassan. Th-this will do fine for my own purposes
too. The woman has an abject fear of things that crawl and bite. So far
you've managed to impress me."
"It's on the list. For both of them." Turabi bowed his head in
acknowledgement, and motioned with his open hand for Nola to follow him
back to the main camp. Before leaving she took one last look back at the
squirming naked woman on the ground. "Yes, this'll do nicely...lots of
it...for starters..." she mumbled to Hassan, who merely smiled but did
not look back himself.
By this time Nola thought that nothing else she could see would
shock her. As soon as she entered the main building she found out that
she was wrong.
They passed into several other rooms where there were women of
various ages and nationalities being punished. Turabi explained that in
most cases the client merely specified a term and an intensity of
punishment, as opposed to a specific regimen, which was the case with
first unfortunate inmates they had seen.
In the next room they saw a black woman with her arms stretched and
tied behind her. She was nude, of course, and seemed to be leaning back
against a slightly curved surface, like a large wheel. He arms were
pulled tightly back, which had the effect of jutting her rather large
breasts forward. Her well-muscled thighs were also spread and pulled
backwards, her ankles bound to the same anchor point as her wrists. She
was supported on her back and her buttocks. Her nipples were huge, and
her well-formed breasts were pointing slightly upward.
A matron stood before her with a short black riding crop. She was
whacking the crop against the tips of the bound woman's brown nipples,
causing her to wail in agony. She saw the smug look on the woman
wielding the crop. Her teeth were clenched and she smiled each time a
flick of her wrist sent the bound black woman into contortions of agony.
"Later, a couple of guys will be in there using a rubber hose on
her." Hassan explained.
The next room contained a huge foul-looking man. He had a petite
Chinese woman draped across his lap in the classic spanking position. As
his large hand descended on her tiny ass it practically covered all of
it. He was varying the tempo and severity, but from the looks of her ass
he had been at it for quite awhile. The Chinese woman was sobbing
uncontrollably and twisting madly on the fellow's lap, trying to avoid
the blows. His big meaty left arm was draped around her holding her
pinned at the waist. Again and again his right hand slapped downward.
Each loud crack of his palm was echoed with a wail and a sob. He paused
occasionally to grip both of her tiny ass cheeks in his one hand and
hold them still. Her red cheeks looked shiny and you could almost feel
the heat that must be flowing through them. All of the women were
spanked daily, Turabi explained. As a matter of fact, Nola hadn't seen
an ass yet that wasn't either red or welted.
Turabi noticed that Nola's mouth was hanging open and she hadn't
said a single word. He appeared pleased with himself. Turabi watched her
reaction and made another mental note.
"Put both of those rooms on the list," Nola whispered softly.
"Good choice. And he'll really get off on the little girl."
Through one of the large windows Nola saw a horrible sight just
outside. Turabi noticed her gaze and led the way outside.
A small spit had been set up over a bed of coals. A young woman
with short-cropped blonde hair was lashed to the spit and being turned
like a rotisserie over the coals. She was lashed tightly with ropes, her
back against the spit. The woman's knees were folded up under her and
spread wide to expose both her asshole and gaping hairless pussy to the
heat of the coals. Her tits dangled below her each time she was rotated
downward. She was gagged.
"Y-you'll kill her!" Nola said, shocked.
"No..no..no, Ms. Augustine. We don't kill our inmates. It's much
more satisfying, and profitable, to keep them alive through their entire
sentence. This young lady was a real spoiled brat. She spent most of her
time sunning herself by the pool in her string bikinis. Always working
on her tan. Her spurned lesbian lover had her sent here. She suggested
this unique way for poor Cheryl to work on her tan while serving her one
year sentence. The coals are not hot enough to do any permanent damage,
but they do heat her up enough so that you could practically fry an egg
on her ass. She also gets fucked at the end of the day by at least a
dozen of our male guards. Being a true lesbian, she doesn't get the
pleasure out of that that you might think. Quite the reverse..."
They continued to gaze for awhile as Cheryl was turned over the
coals. The young man turning the spit paused occasionally and used a
small basting brush to lightly brush the woman's puffy cunt lips,
clitoris and anus with tabasco sauce. Although effectively gagged, her
eyes were large and pleading and vividly portrayed the agony she was
experiencing.
"How about we roast your guests once a week?"
Nola nodded as a violent shutter racked her body.
Turabi led the way back inside for the last stop on their tour.
"This is my favourite stop of the day" he said eagerly, rubbing his
hands together as he nodded his head towards a door on the left. He
preceded her then held the door open and invited her inside.
There was a pillory and stocks, a whipping post, an X frame, stout
bondage chairs, and numerous chains and pulleys hanging from the
ceiling. He then showed her what he called the swinging horse: it was a
tri-angular piece of rough wood suspended from two chains. He pointed
out that a victim's hands would be tied behind the back then pulled
upward, thrusting the body forward, and then the feet would be tied to
the wooden bar. Whipping of breasts, buttocks and feet was part of the
punishment inflicted here. Nola blurted out that would mean a girl would
be sitting on her clitoris. There was a moment of stunned silence, as
Hassan sadistically nodded in agreement.
A naked older women was bound, suspended, facing the wall.
"This is Margaret. She's a very proper Englishwoman. She has only
been with us about a month but she seems to be coming along quite
nicely. Her ex-husband complained that while they were married she
steadfastly refused to perform oral sex. She claimed it was dirty and
disgusting. The more he pleaded with her, the more she reviled him. It
eventually played a major part in the rather nasty breakup of their
marriage."
"Several months after their divorce, Margaret's ex-husband arranged
with us to have her picked up and brought here for some training.
Margaret spends eight hours a day, every day, in this room. You'll
notice some rather nasty whip marks on her buttocks. Every night she is
pilloried in the main yard and whipped for fifteen minutes. Margaret is
left on display in the pillory for the next hour while other prisoners
in the yard are encouraged to demonstrate to her just how much they like
to cane her ass. It is an ordeal that she will endure every night for
the next three months. At any time, any one of the male guards is
allowed to visit her. She is expected to accommodate him eagerly and
expertly or suffer the consequences.
Nola stared at him disbelievingly and just shook her head as he
smiled and guided her out of the room. Once they had left the room he
continued: "When she is returned to her ex-husband and his friends it
will be made clear to her that any failure to live up to their
expectations will result in her being returned for a much longer and
more severe sentence.
Turabi shook his head slightly and looked sad. "It's a pity that
she'll only be with us for six months. We're all getting used to
visiting her every day and her improvement in oral techniques has been
remarkable! Perhaps I should see about replacing her when her time is
up..."
As they were walking back through the building Nola was able to
glimpse Cheryl through the large window, still turning on the spit. All
around her were the sights and sounds of women being punished.
A tall and well muscled young black man with shiny skin, wearing
only a small loin cloth to hold his cock and balls, was spreading a
naked white child about twelve between two vertical posts set about
eight feet apart. Her wrists and ankles were tied with strips of leather
which left her hanging, her arms over her head and her legs obscenely
spread. He carried a long evil looking whip over his shoulder.
The black whip hissed back like a evil snake and with a loud crack,
it wrapped itself around the girl's belly. She tossed her head back, but
made no sound. The man repeated the stroke only higher, around her tiny
breasts. Again, her head snapped back, but no sound escaped her lips.
Three times more the stroke was repeated. The fourth stroke found its
way into the kid's bare sex. Its searching tip parted the lips of her
vulva and attacked her clitoris.
Nola saw the girl's chest heave as she took in a deep breath. She
twisted and writhed in brutal agony. She then heard the girl scream.
Why didn't she scream earlier? It was apparent that the painful lash
took her breath away.
Six more strokes lacerated the girl's back, thighs, buttocks, and
belly. He wrapped eight lashes across both of her barely visible
breasts. With horrible accuracy the leather licked across the little
girls nipples.
Nola licked her lips and she put her hand on Hassan's arm. Looking
at her with an obscene grin, he said, "That's what we'll do to your
friend's little girl."
Hassan Turabi looked at Nola's face. He saw her eyes fill with
desire watching the girl being tortured. The effect of the whip on the
girl's nipples and sex was erotic. The girl's nipples were raw and
swollen from the biting whip and exposure to the hot sun. Again the
leather cracked across both nipples. The bare flesh was defenceless
against the assault of the rawhide. Her glistening body was streaked and
writhing. The leather snapped around both breasts making her body bounce
and surge in a disgusting dance. Nola shuddered, transfixed with the
sensual attraction of the naked girl's twisting and heaving body.
Hanging bare cunt naked with her arms and legs tied widely spread
and with the whip still attacking her nipples and clitoris, she began to
lose consciousness.
Ten more times the lash wrapped itself around the half fainting
pre-teen. The leather seemed to cling to her sweating, naked flesh. The
black stud would pull the whip free causing her to jerk and toss her
head back and let out a stifled shriek.
Then the sadist stroked himself into full erection and brutally
fucked the twelve year old girl.
Nola spoke low and deeply into the Hassan's ear.
"That nigger sure puts on quite a show."
Next to the little girl was a lovely blonde. She was forced to
stand with her back against a frame that resembled an inverted 'Y'. Her
arms were lifted and lashed to a bar that was fastened across the top of
it. Then her legs were obscenely spread to the lower portion of the `Y'.
Straps were used to secure her ankles.
At the point where her back contacted the pole was another bar. It
had two, one inch spikes which pressed against her back directly behind
her breasts. This forced her to thrust her breasts forward. A smaller
bar was fastened at her lower back to force her to thrust her hips
outward. She was standing obscenely exposed, her sex gaping open.
"White women are so desirable in bondage, don't you think so?"
After a long pause, Nola responded with a raised brow, as she
studied the girl's bondage. "White women anger you, why?"
"They're all bitches with real attitude problems!" he said. "They
learn though!"
"This slut is about to get an education on the effects of the hot
sun on such a shameful exposure!" Nola exclaimed.
"Later on she'll be turned around so that her back is to the sun.
In that position her nipples will be against those metal spikes. It'll
make them suffer! And with noticeable anger in his voice he said, "I
have a surprise for her before she is turned around. She will receive
twenty lashes with a cat-o-nine across those lovely tits!"
Across the yard were two oriental women. They were both completely
naked. Both of them had long straight hair. These women were well
muscled and full bodied.
An old white man was already eyeing these alluring young females.
Completely naked, his cock standing firmly upward, he wanted to fuck
them now. Except for his huge prick he was a skinny foul looking man.
For the crime of disrespect to their employer, both women were
sentenced to five years on this island. Today they were going to be
paddled on their breasts and buttocks. Then hanging by their ankles,
they would be strapped on their bare sex. Following the punishment, they
would spend the rest of the afternoon tied together in the hot sun.
The two women shuffled to the waiting bar and stood with their arms
over their heads, waiting to be bound to an overhead frame. He tied each
of them back to back, with their arms raised up, securely to the cross
bar. He then took up his black paddle, and with a sound that resembled
water being struck; the leather paddle swooped down on exposed tit
flesh. Whop! Smack! With no great speed, drawing out each stroke, the
pervert paddled the four exposed breasts one at a time.
Time seemed to stand still while the strokes were being delivered.
Neither women screamed or begged for the paddling to stop. They were
stoic and resolved to absorb the punishment. They jumped and danced
under the paddle. Finally, a combination of pain and humiliation forced
them to voice the first of several muted screams. Their nipples began to
turn red. They tossed their heads around and started a stream of tears
and muffled cries. The nipples were red and swollen.
Exposed buttocks reddened and swelled under the pain of the paddle.
Their round yellow-skinned firmness, turned a reddish brown. Screams
echoed from the lips of the two women. Their bodies glistened with a
combination of oil and sweat.
When their tits and asses were beaten raw, they were hung up side
down, their legs and arms spread wide. Ankles were cuffed to the bar,
and wrists were drawn apart and tied to ring bolts imbedded in concrete
pads. They were bound back to back. Red ass cheeks were flattened
together, and bare pussies glistened in the sun.
Viciously and without mercy, the two inch wide leather strap swung
down finding its mark on the bare cunts of the cruelly bound victims.
This time seventy-two strokes would be given. The strap cracked into the
bare sex of the first girl. It took only two strokes to make her let out
a shriek. The other one screamed at the first cut of the lash. Hanging
like racks of raw meat, the lashing on their sex caused them to jerk and
spasm.
Finally, the strapping of their pussies stopped. They were released
from their inverted bondage, and retied to a pair of upright whipping
posts. The posts were in the shape of an inverted `L' and their wrists
were simply corded together and drawn up over their heads. The firm
tit's exposed again for the strap were still bruised and swollen. The
old man picked up the strap again, and began the dreadful strokes. His
cock was standing upward and flat against his lower belly. A guard
walked up to him and whispered to him. Smiling crudely, he replaced the
strap with a braided rawhide whip about 6 feet long.
He slashed the long whip in a side arm stroke that wrapped itself,
snake like, around each of the girl's naked breasts. It left a visible
dark line across the bare flesh. The strokes fell rapidly and the welts
rose on the scorched breasts and nipples of the woman. The rawhide whip
wrapped itself again and again around surging breasts and nipples
causing so much pain that the women shrieked in uncontrolled agony.
Streaked and sweating, the women twisted and writhed in the burning
sun. They fainted two or three times during the lashing. Both were
revived with a bucket of cold water. The remaining dozen strokes across
their raw nipples left each girl moaning and shuddering in her bondage.
The last strokes seemed to cling to their breasts as if sucking cruelly
on the tortured nipples.
Steel alligator clips and weights were attached to the ravaged
nipples of both women when their whipping was finished. The weights were
heavy and made their breasts hang downward even though their arms were
still fastened over their heads.
The blonde beauty crucified on the "Y" frame in the scorching sun
felt hands fondling her breasts. To the girl's sun burned nipples his
hands were added torture.
He selected the wicked rawhide strap. It was rough and coarse and
to the blonde's sun burned sensitive skin it would produce horrible
pain. The supple four foot length made little or no sound as it sliced
through the air. It smacked across both breasts. Julia gasped with a
shaky voice and screamed. The man noted that where the leather made
contact across her breasts, as he pulled it away, the skin first turned
white then left a red streak. She was sunburned. Nineteen more times the
strap found its mark on the girl's firm young mounds. After her
strapping, Julia was fucked by the man. He fucked her violently. His
thrusting strokes were deep, firm. He pounded her for almost ten minutes
before he flooded her with his foul semen.
Hassan told Nola that the men would whip, paddle, strap and fuck
their naked victims for the next three hours.
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"The Island"
"By Curt Strap"
Part 3 - The Contract
Turabi led the way back up to the table on the veranda that they
had lunched at earlier. He invited Nola to be seated. When they were
both comfortable he clasped his hands together on the table and fixed
his gaze upon her.
"I hope you enjoyed the tour, Ms. Augustine. There's a lot more
going on here but I'm sure you've seen enough by now to realize that we
are quite capable of meeting your requirements."
Nola paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. She was looking
down at her own hands.
"Yes. Yes, Hassan. I'm quite ahhh... satisfied with what I've
seen."
"Wonderful! I hate to bring up an old subject again, but after
witnessing with your own eyes how severe our punishments are, are you
sure you still want to condemn them to ten years? I mean, you saw what a
normal day would be like. Remember that once started, there will be no
reprieve..."
"Yes I'm sure, Hassan." Nola snapped at the man. "They deserve