whatever they get! In addition, I mentioned that I have some other
requirements..."
     Turabi seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say.
     "I want them to really suffer. Understand?" she pulled a sheet of
paper from a pocket in her shorts. "Here is a sheet of names and
addresses. It contains a long list of the people that they have wronged
over the past years. Most of them have lost their jobs because of her
nastiness and bad-temper. They range from store clerks to bankers.
There's a young lawyer on the list who was particularly hurt by her."
She paused again and took a deep breath.
     "I want their punishment to be documented and recorded on video. I
want them to know that each month copies are being sent to every person
on that list. I want them to know that they are watching them get their
just rewards and delighting in their degradation. I want them to know
that somewhere back in England their enemies are watching them as they
suffer on your island . Condemned... No reprieve..."
     "And now, the torturers. She has this racial thing, niggers and
orientals. I want the most nauseating, loathsome men you can find. Big
fat drooling pigs, hairy apes, old toothless men, dirty sweating
stinking perverts. The most deformed and vicious sexual sadists and
pedophiles you can find. The dregs of hell."
     Turabi just stared at her. The depth of her vindictiveness towards
these people seemed limitless. He pulled a sheet of paper from his
inside jacket pocket and placed it on the table before her. He took a
pen from his shirt pocket and placed it on top of the sheet.
     "All that you have said, we will do. You must fill out this
document for us. It lists the names of the people and the term of
incarceration. Your signature is also required. In Khalil, this will be
a legal document. As soon as we receive your payment we will arrange to
have them picked up and brought here. You will be informed as soon as
they arrive."
     Nola took another piece of paper from her shorts and placed it on
the table in front of Hassan.
     "I don't have the time to wait, Mr. Turabi. I've already taken the
liberty of having 15 million dollars placed in a numbered Swiss account.
Here is the number of the account and the password. All it will take is
a phone call from you to confirm that the money is there. You can have
it re-deposited in your own account in the same call."
     Turabi's eyebrows lifted in amazement. He snapped his fingers and
called for a telephone to be brought to the table. Almost immediately
they heard the scuffling sounds of their earlier waitress crawling
towards the table. She had a cordless telephone on the tray on her back.
She crawled up to the table, this time with her bare bottom facing
Turabi and her head facing Laura. Nola saw her whip streaked breasts
dangling below her. The poor girl lifted her face for a moment and
caught Nola's gaze, then quickly lowered it to stare at the floor. Nola
had seen tears in the girl's eyes. Were they tears from a recent
whipping, or tears of shame? As Hassan Turabi dialled Geneva, Nola took
the pen and began filling out the form. She could hear his pleased voice
as he confirmed the availability of funds and conducted the transfer to
his own personal account. Nola looked at the girl again, and took a deep
breath. She completed the form and signed it, replacing the pen on the
table.
     "Excellent!" Turabi beamed. The transfer has been completed and
confirmed. We will arrange to have our newest inmates picked up
immediately. He reached for the form.
     Nola took a ragged breath and lowered her gaze to her hands, which
were folded on the table. Turabi took the form and read it.
     Nola Neal, Tashia Neal and Curt Neal.
     Turabi motioned to one of his guards, who brought him over a small
seal. It was an embossing-type device, like a notary's seal. He picked
up the document, signed it himself, then used the device to imprint the
official seal of the Republic of Khalil.
     "What's done is done," he said slowly, "... and cannot be undone."








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                              "The Island"
                             "By Curt Strap"

                          Part 4 - The Capture

     She looked out the window for the third time. The car was still
there. She looked at it but saw only darkness. Nothing moved-no sounds
came. She kept her eyes on the car just the same. She barely breathed.
     Because someone was out there watching.
     She could feel them. She could almost see them, but not quite.
     Someone.
     They had found her.
     Nola quietly pushed open the door, half expecting to find Tashia
asleep. Instead, the girl was propped up with pillows, reading a mystery
magazine. Her bare feet were crossed at the ankles. Nola realized that
her daughter had nearly outgrown the pink pyjamas she was wearing.
     "What's up?" Tashia asked.
     Nola shut the door. "I want you to get dressed."
     "Now?"
     "Right now"
     The girl wrinkled her nose. "I don't get it."
     "We're going on another trip."
     "We are?" Her delight only lasted an instant. Then she frowned.
"What do you mean? What kind of trip? Where are we going?"
     "Remember what I told you about the horrid men who want to take me
away and do awful things?"
     "Yeah?"
     "Well, I think they know where we are now. Hurry up and get
dressed. Jeans and a blouse are fine."
     Tashia's eyes widened. She pressed the open book to her belly, and
leaned forward. In a voice hushed and eager with conspiracy, she said.
"We're running away again?"
     "We're not running away. We're just going on a vacation."
     "Don't worry, I won't tell." Jenny swung herself off the bed.
"Where are we going? How about Los Angeles?" She flung her pyjama shirt
aside as she headed for the closet. "Wouldn't you love to go to
Disneyland? We can go there, can't we?'
     "Sure," Nola said.
     "Which blouse you want?"
     "The plaid's fine."
     Tashia pulled the plaid blouse off its hanger. She slid her arms
inside as she hurried toward the dresser. The sight of her small,
pointed breasts reminded Nola that they'd planned to go shopping this
week for a training bra. Tashia's first. Now, that would have to wait.
     Tashia was a tall skinny redhead, who would be really pretty a few
years later but right now she was at the cute stage, all arms and legs.
She was nearly as tall as her mother.
     It has been almost a year since Nola and Tashia left England,
travelling to the United States on forged passports. On her return from
the compound, she found that her ex-husband had already been taken. She
smiled grimly each time she thought of the ants on his balls, of the
rubber hoses and the whips, and of gross men doing foul sexual things to
his naked body. She had no intention of being taken that easily. She was
looking for much more, she wanted extremes, not just punishment.
     She knew that it was not just the pain that she was running from.
Torture was not just a matter of hurting, of her own startled body
complaining at some invasion of the flesh. She knew she couldn't stand
what they would do to her but they would do in anyway. Pain can work
from the outside in. Pain in its cruellest, purest form. Without drugs
or sleep or even shock or coma to dull it for you. That's the kind of
pain she craved, the pain in the place that those who tried to escape
were imprisoned. Pain that he wouldn't show her on the tour. Extreme
pain.
     She fled.
     They had been on the move ever since. Every time she had thought
they were safe something happened. They were tenacious. At first she
thought that they would just keep the money and forget about her. But
now she knew now that they would never forget. They would keep after
them until they were caught. Then the fun would begin. Nothing would
ever be the same again.
     Trembling at the thought of what she had arranged for herself and
her daughter, she sat on the corner of Tashia's bed.
     "Are you sick or something?" Tashia asked.
     "I'm okay."
     "You look like you're gonna die."
     A chill crawled up Nola's back. She remembered what he said about
not dying, about living each day in hell. "Don't say that."
     Tashia kicked off her pyjama bottoms and stepped into her cotton
underpants. She fastened her jeans and sat on the bed to pull on her
socks. Nola put an arm around her.
     "What happens when they catch us?"
     "They won't."
     "Want me to climb out the window? We can both climb out so no one
sees us leave."
     Tashia finished tying her sneakers and turned to Nola. "We're never
going to come back ever, are we?"
     Nola shook her head.
     Her lips began to tremble and tears filled her eyes. She looked at
Nola, blinking, as if waiting for an answer that would make everything
all right again.
     Nola had no answer for her. "Come on," she said, and led the girl
to the window. Silently, she slid the window up. The screen remained,
its frame hooked into place at the bottom. She flicked open the hooks
and pushed. The tight frame didn't budge.
     "You have to whack it," Tashia told her.
     "If we make any noise..."
     "I'll do it." Tashia wiped the tears off her face. Then she went to
her bed for the book. Holding its upper edge against the frame, she
struck the bottom sharply with her palm. The screen popped out. "Now it
just slides out," she said.
     "Can you do it?"
     "Sure."
     Nola held her by the hips while Tashia gripped the sides of the
screen and pulled.
     "It's stuck."
     "For Gods sake, don't drop it!"
     "I..."
     It suddenly fell free. Tashia gasped. The screen crashed into the
bushes below the window and banged into the wall. "Oh, no," she
muttered. She turned to Nola shaking her head helplessly. "I'm sorry,
Mom. I didn't mean to, honest, it just slipped."
     "It's all right honey."
     "Maybe they didn't hear it."
     "Maybe not."
     Tashia leaned out the window.
     "Got you, Bitch?"
     A huge man, just outside, grabbed the front of her blouse and
jerked her roughly through the window. Nola reached for her feet. Too
late. The man flung the girl to the ground.
     "You bastard!" Nola cried.
     The man grinned at her. Then he turned away. Crouching over Tashia,
he grabbed her by the collar and belt.
     "Some guys and a lot of bugs are waiting for you, lady!"
     "Leave her alone!"
     "Try and stop me."
     He raised the struggling girl waist-high and dropped her.
     "No!" Nola shrieked. She threw a leg over the window sill and
started to climb out. The man grabbed her arm and pulled, wrenching the
arm, trying to drive her head into the ground, but her shoulder hit
first. He turned her onto her back, and sat on her and pinned her hands
to the ground. He bounced on her belly.
     "Okay," he growled. He was out of breath and sweating. "Okay, we
got you now. You and the kid were running off again! You have caused a
certain organization some problems. They have a reputation to uphold.
Twenty years you owe them lady and they are going to get every minute of
it."
     "Look," she whispered. "I said I wasn't going. You got the money.
Let us go, please?"
     "No way, you knew the deal when you signed."
     As he jumped off Nola, she grabbed his foot. He kicked free and
rushed to Tashia. The girl was still facedown. He grabbed a handful of
hair and lifted it off her back while his other hand snatched a butane
lighter from his shirt pocket.
     "No! Nola yelled.
     She crawled toward him.
     The man thumbed the lighter. A flame spurted high.
     "Don't, take us to the island!"
     "Just sit there," the man ordered.
     Nola lowered herself again to the sofa, where the man had shoved
her after dragging her inside the house.
     He stood across the room, holding Tashia by the hair. Tashia, on
her knees, cried softly. "Don't move an inch," he warned her. Then he
let go of her hair and dialled the phone. When he finished dialling, he
gripped it again.
     "Yes. This is Burt. I've got the situation under control here. Send
out some of the boys, would you?...No, nothing like that. I've got
matters well in hand." He grinned at his joke and wrenched Tashia's
hair. "That's 555 Peters Road...Yeah, both of them."
     He hung up and pulled Tashia to her feet. "Okay, go sit with your
mother."
     She sat beside Nola and leaned against her, still crying. Nola put
her arm around the girl.
     "You really did it. They're real pissed. You're gonna get it all
now, you know that?" Shaking his head he leaned back against the wall
and folded his arms. "You don't play around with them!"
     The doorbell rang.
     "Don't move," he warned. He went to the door and opened it. "Come
on in."
     Looking over her shoulder, Nola saw a tall man enter. He looked
young to be in this racket. He fidgeted. And smiled crudely at Nola and
Tashia.
     "I caught her trying to sneak out tonight with her kid."
     "We'll need some back up," the young man said. We can't let them
get away again or we'll end up serving their time. These chicks are
really in for it."
     The man stepped over to the telephone and dialled.
     Tashia leaned close to Nola's ear. "I've got to go," she whispered.

     "Can't you hold it?"
     "No."
     "Tashia had to use the bathroom."
     "Wait'll he's done."
     "Jackson," he said into the phone. "I need a transport team over at
555 Peters. Tell them to hurry." He hung up.
     "Now can I go?" Tashia asked.
     "You want to watch the bitch?" the older man said. "I'll take the
kid to the bathroom."
     "I don't want you to come?"
     "Tough shit. I'm not gonna have you sneaking out."
     "No! You'll watch! You're perverts. Mom told me!"
     His face turned purple. His fist clenched, but he stayed back. He
looked at the younger man. "I don't know what she's planning but she's a
clever kid."
     "You want me to take her?" the younger man asked. His face was red.

     "Help yourself. But watch out."
     He gestured to the girl. "Come on, then."
     She gave the other man a smug glance and hurried to the younger
man's side.
     "There's a window," the other man warned. "Don't let her shut the
door."
     Jackson entered the bathroom, and went to the window on the far
wall. It was plenty big enough for the girl to climb out, but the screen
was firmly in place. He shut the window and latched it.
     "All right," he said.
     "Can I shut the door?" she asked
     "Okay. But I'll only give you half a minute. Then I'm coming in,
whether you're ready or not."
     What if I lock the door?" She grinned up at him.
     "I'd have to break it down."
     "That'd be neat."
     "I'd rather not have to."
     "Okay." She shut the door.
     Jackson listened for the click of the lock, but it didn't come. He
raised his right arm. The second hand of his wristwatch moved slowly
past the numbers. After thirty seconds, he knocked. "Time's up."
     "I'm almost done."
     The toiled flushed. He heard water run for a moment. Then the door
opened. She smiled up at him.
     Jackson thought to himself. There will be lots of guys watching her
piss when we get her to the island. And I'll be first in line. She's a
real cutie.
     "Come on, let's get going."
     "Can I tell you a secret?" She wiggled a finger and glanced
nervously down the hall-way. "I've gotta whisper."
     Jackson shrugged and crouched down. Her lips tickled his ear. "You
know what my step-father does to me?" she whispered. "Late at night he
comes sneaking into my bedroom, sometimes, and he..."
     The girl's hand moved swiftly. Jackson felt a strange hot line
across his throat. For an instant, he thought she'd scratched him with a
fingernail. Then blood sprayed her face. Jackson's blood. He shoved her
away. He tried to stand. Dizzy, he lurched toward the wall. The spray of
blood moved as he did and painted the wall.
     He staggered back, reaching for his revolver, but his hand seemed
too clumsy to reach it under his jacket. Then he was staring at the
ceiling. Blood showered down, filling his eyes, and he didn't have the
strength to wipe it away.
     Tashia slipped the injector blade into the pocket of her jeans and
dropped to her knees beside the man. She pulled his revolver out.
     Standing, she looked down at the man. Blood still ran from his slit
throat, but it no longer gushed.
     She felt sick.
     But he would have helped take her to that terrible place mom had
told her about. He had to be stopped. It was the right thing to do. The
right thing.
     She suddenly doubled over and vomited, the spasms tearing at her
insides, her eyes filling with tears.
     I've got to stop!
     I've got to...
     Another contraction hit, sending a stream through her mouth and
nose. Movement down the hall-way caught her eye. Blinking tears away,
she looked up.
     The other man was running toward her.
     With both hands, she raised the revolver.
     "No!" He stopped. "Don't shoot!
     The first bullet knocked a leg out from under him. Tashia watched
him flop. He lay on his belly raising himself with his arms.
     "Please!"
     She took careful aim at his face and pulled the trigger five times
very quickly, staring through the white smoke as pieces of his head
exploded away and hit the walls.

     With the roar of gunshots pounding through her head, Nola raised
her face off the carpet and looked toward the hall-way.
     Tashia!
     Tashia's down there!
     She pushed herself to her hands and knees. Grabbing the edge of the
table she struggled to her feet. She straightened up. She wobbled a bit,
still dizzy from the blow to her temple. The man, hearing the commotion
in the hall, had slammed her with a beer bottle to keep her from
running. She stepped over the unbroken bottle and staggered toward the
hall-way.
     A thin layer of smoke hung over the bodies, swirling in the air
current as Tashia rushed from one body to the other. Nola glanced down
at the body. His head...she quickly looked away and saw the tiny bright
blade in his outstretched hand.
     "Come here," Tashia said. "But don't step in the blood."
     "Tashia?"
     "We've gotta get out of here," the girl said.
     Nola watched, stunned, and confused. Tashia was covered with blood,
her hair matted with it, her shirt splattered. "Are...are you hurt?"
     The girl smirked. "They didn't touch me."
     "What are...?"
     "We've got to split. Come on-the back door."
     Nola followed her daughter into the kitchen. At the sink, Tashia
turned on the water and rinsed her hands.
     "Shouldn't we hurry?" Nola asked.
     "I figure they won't get here in under five minutes so we've got a
couple left." She dried her hands on a paper towel.
     The doorbell rang, knotting Nola's stomach with fear. Tashia rushed
to the kitchen door, opened it silently and pointed out. Nola stepped
onto the back porch. Tashia quietly pulled the door shut and looked
through the porch screen. The back yard was deserted. She followed her
daughter through the screen door and shut it gently.
     Then they raced through the yard to the tool shed in the rear and
ran behind it. Tashia stopped and leaned back against the wall.
     "Where'll we go?" Nola asked. For a moment she thought how strange
it was to be relying on her eleven-year old daughter. But the girl
seemed to know what she was doing. She'd always had a lot of common
sense and nerve-too much nerve, Nola often thought.
     "Let's go."
     "Where, Tashia?"
     "Do you want them to get us? My god, you know what they'll do to
us!"
     Tashia pushed away from the wall and hurried to the gate.
Unlatching it, she opened it an inch. She peered through the gap, opened
the gate wider, and stuck her head out. After looking both ways, she
glanced back at Nola. "The alley's clear," she whispered.   Nola
followed her through the gate. They rushed across the dark alley, and
ducked beside a telephone pole. They made their way cautiously down the
alley, staying close to the left side. They were nearly to the end of
the block when a car turned in. Tashia pulled Nola down, ducking behind
a pair of garbage cans. The car moved slowly toward them.
     "Bet it's them," Tashia whispered.
     "Do you think they saw us?"
     "They would've sped up.
     Nola crouched lower as the car approached. The wheels crunched over
the gravel less that a yard away. She caught a whiff of cigar smoke. The
car kept moving. The sound of the wheels diminished with distance along
with the sweet odour of the cigar.
     "Don't move until they're out of the alley," Tashia warned. "The
rear-view mirror."
     When the sounds of the car were gone, Tashia stood. She leaned over
the top of the garbage can and peered down the alley. "It's okay," she
whispered.
     They ran until they saw a dark house. The yard wasn't fenced but a
thick hedge of bushes shielded it from the alley. Near the garbage cans,
Tashia found a space through the bushes.
     They entered the back yard. The rear window of the small, single-
story house was dark.
     Staying low, they rushed through the yard. Tashia crept up the
steps to the screened-in porch. She took the knife from her pocket, slit
the screen, and reached in to unlock the door. Then they entered the
porch.
     Nola stood just inside the screen door holding it open, ready to
dash out if the door of the house should suddenly burst open. She held
her breath as Tashia tried the knob.
     "Locked."
     The girl stepped back and looked along the wall of the house. "Ah-
ha," she said. She climbed onto an old couch against the wall, stood on
its back, and tired to force open a small, high window, It didn't budge.
Jumping to the floor, she glanced around. She stepped over to a table in
the corner. Two pool cue sticks lay across its top. She picked up one,
and returned to the couch. Standing on its cushion, she thumped the
cue's heavy end against the glass, as if taking aim, then drew back and
shot it forward, smashing a hole through the window.
     Nola cringed at the sudden noise. Her eyes darted to the door.
     Tashia, standing on the couch, also watched the door. "She held the
cue stick overhead like a club, ready to bash anyone who might come out.
     The door stayed shut.
     Tashia set the cue aside. Climbing onto the couch's back, she
reached through the broken window and unlocked it. She gently slid the
window up.
     "I'll go through," she whispered, "and open the door for you."
     "Don't cut yourself, honey. Do you want a boost?"
     "Nah," Tashia said, and climbed headfirst through the window. In
moments, she was gone.
     Nola waited in the dark porch. She looked at the open window, and
wished she had gone into the house instead of Tashia. She should have
been the one. It wasn't right, letting Tashia take such risks. After
all, this was all her doing.
     What was taking her so long?
     Nola stepped toward the widow. It looked high and small. Tashia had
climbed through it easily, but it wouldn't be so simple for Nola.
She decided to give her daughter another minute. Slowly, she began
counting to sixty. One, two, three, four..she heard footsteps
inside...five, six...the lock clicked and the door swung open. Tashia
smiled out at her.
     "What took you so long?" Nola whispered.
     "I hurried as fast as I could."
     "It's okay. I was just worried." She entered the kitchen, and shut
the door.
     Nola saw a ring of keys on the table. She picked up the keys,
clutching them tightly to stop their jangling. Then she opened her hand,
and carefully studied them.
     "What're you doing?" Tashia asked.
     "There are keys here for two cars."
     "Let's check the garage," Nola said. "If a car's there, we'll drive
right out of here and keep on going."
     In the garage, they found a Dodge Dart. They went to its rear, and
Tashia reached for the handle of the garage door.
     "That won't work," Nola said. "It's on remote control."
     "Oh, no."
     "What's wrong with that?"
     "It'll make enough racket to wake the dead."
     "We gotta try it. Time's running out."
     The garage door rumbled up and Nola backed the Dodge down the
driveway.
     "Better strap yourself in." Tashia strapped her seat belt into
place. "Do you need the headlights?" Tashia asked.
     Nola killed them. The pavement ahead went dark but the street lamps
gave enough light to steer by. She drove slowly, staying on Main because
it ran parallel to the highway. At the end of town it stopped. She
turned left and stopped at the highway.
     Far down the highway headlights appeared. Nola's stomach knotted.
She shifted to reverse and sped backwards, swinging the rear of the car
toward the curb. She hit the brake pedal. The car jerked to a stop and
she turned off the engine.
     "Get down!"
     They both ducked low in their seats.
     From the roar of the engine, she doubted that the approaching
vehicle was a passenger car. It sounded more like a truck. She raised
her head enough to peek out. She was right; a trailer truck roared by.
     "Quickly she started the engine and pulled onto the highway behind
it.
     "We're going the wrong way," Tashia protested.
     "We'll worry about that later," Nola said. "Let's stay with the
truck"
     She floored the gas pedal, trying to catch up, but the truck was
too fast. It kept pulling away. She followed it around a curve, leaving
the town behind. Without street lamps she could barely see the road. She
stayed in the middle of the highway. Soon, she found herself gaining on
the truck. If she got close enough, she could simply follow it, letting
its taillights show her the way. Its brake lights flashed on. It slowed
quickly. Nola moved up close behind it.
     "Its gonna stop!" Tashia warned.
     "My God, what...?"
     Steering across the centre lines, she saw lights ahead of the
truck. Headlights. Parked cars. She swung behind the truck.
     "A road block," she muttered
     Tashia moaned.
     Nola stepped on the brake. As the car jerked to a stop she watched
the truck pull slowly away.
     "What'll we do?" Tashia asked.
     She shook her head.
     "They'll have it blocked the other way, too."
     "I know, I know."
     "Oh God, they've seen us!"
     Stunned, Nola saw a van speed past the truck, Its headlights, on
high-beam, were blinding.
     "Oh, God!"
     "Turn around!"
     "It'll hit us!" she shrieked, but her foot stomped the gas pedal
and she jerked the steering wheel, swinging broadside to the onrushing
car. She gritted her teeth, waiting for the impact as the force of the
turn shoved her sideways. She straightened the wheel. Head-lights burst
in her rear-view mirror. She mashed the accelerator: the car shook and
bucked. She saw that her right tires were off the pavement. Then she
eased left, bringing them onto the road.
     "He's still gaining!" Tashia yelled. She was twisted around looking
out the rear window. "He's right behind us."
     She sped through the centre of town, all its stores closed and
dark, its only traffic signal blinking yellow. She shot beneath the
light. !
     "Stop!" Tashia said. "Stop the car!"
     "What?"
     "We'll hit the other roadblock."
     "But..."
     "Just stop."
     Nola took her foot off the gas. Slowly the car lost speed. The
trailing car stayed close behind.
     "We'll make them get out," Tashia said. "Whatever you do, don't get
out. Do just what I say. There's only two of them, I think."
     The van pulled alongside. She didn't recognize either of the two
men but their eyes...They smiled-a vicious, mocking smile.
     "Going some where, girls?"
     Nola reached forward awkwardly to turn off the engine.
     "Leave it going," Tashia whispered.
     The van stopped in front of them and backed up until it bumped.
Both doors opened. They climbed out and started back towards the car.
     "Okay," Tashia said. "Back up, real quick, and run over them."
     Nola turned to her daughter, shocked. "I can't do that."
     "God, Mom!"
     "I just...!"
     "They'll take us to the island like you said and do stuff..."
     "But I..."
     One man pulled open her door. "Out, Ms. Augustine!"
     "You too," the other man told Tashia.
     Nola climbed from the car. The man smirked at her, shaking his
head. "Dumb," he said and smashed a fist into her belly.
     She doubled. Her knees slammed against the road and she sprawled
forward, sucking for the air that would not come.
     Tashia, still sitting in the car, watched her mom go down.
     "Come on," the man muttered, grabbing the shoulder of her blouse.
     "Let go!"
     He jerked her sideways. She fell forward. Before she could recover
the man gripped her arms. He dragged her from the car, gravel scraping
her back. Then she felt the soft wetness of grass. She squirmed, trying
to pull free. The man dropped onto her outstretched arms, his knees
crushing her arms, nailing them to the ground. After the first blast of
pain faded, she felt his hands on her breasts.
     The hands rubbed and squeezed. He leaned forward, his hands sliding
down her chest and belly and tugged at her belt. He unzipped the waist
of her jeans and pulled the zipper down. His hands went inside her
underpants and probed.
     The other man joined them. "Come on! We've got a job to do."
     "Just getting a little feel," he said as he got off the girl.
Tashia rolled onto her side and drew her knees up.
     "Lot's of time for that later. Let's get them into the van."
     Kneeling, the two men rolled Tashia onto her belly. Steel handcuffs
secured her wrists and ankles. The man rubbed his hand hard over her
buttocks. "You and me are gonna have a lot of hard fun, girlie. That was
my brother you slaughtered back there."
     They picked her up by her bound arms and brought her back to the
van. Tashia saw her mother lying on the road, an arm outstretched.
     Nola squirmed forward, trying to reach the safety of the trees,
dragging her useless legs, the cuffs on her ankles scraping along the
pavement.
     The men laughed as they threw both captives into the van.
     The van lurched sideways. Nola rolled, her back pressing against
Tashia. When it straightened, she rolled away.
     She lay on her side, lengthwise on the floor of the van, her head
toward the rear doors. Her hands were cuffed behind her and were tied to
Tashia's handcuffs. They'd been rough. They'd jammed on the handcuffs
tightly almost cutting off Nola's circulation.
     Nola flexed her hands. Her fingers were numb. She could barely bend
them.
     "Please, please take the handcuffs," she cried. One man glanced
from the front of the van. "I'll give you whatever you want," she said.
"Money, do you want money? Anything. Just don't take us to the island."
     "Honey, we'll get everything you and the kid got. When we get you
there!" he laughed, a horrible perverted laugh.
     Finally the van stopped.
     The rear doors opened.
     Hands clutched Nola under the arms and dragged her. Then Nola was
outside the van, a man holding her up. He let go, and she stumbled
backward against Tashia. They both fell down.
     She opened her eyes. The clearing was brilliant with floodlights.
The twin engine plane had its rear doors open. Nola and Tashia were
pulled to their feet. The other man unlocked the cuff on Nola's left
hand. Then he fastened the cuff again, securing Nola and Tashia back to
back. Without a word, both men carried them to the plane.
     "Well, girls," one mouthed. "Guess you're gonna get it now!"
     The two men got into the front of the plane. Nola and Tashia were
alone in the back. Nola shut her eyes. She heard the engine start.

                                NOLA5.TXT

                              "The Island"
                             "By Curt Strap"

                      Part 5 - Nola's First Ordeal

     Nola felt an uncontrollable shiver run through her as he fixed his
gaze upon her. It was different, somehow. Gone was the accommodating
salesman. In its place was a severity that made her catch her breath.
     "Stand up, MIZZ Augustine or is it MIZZ Augustine." He emphasized
the MIZZ with a sneer. Nola hesitated a moment and looked around. There
were two burly guards standing nearby. She was alone. Nobody knew where
she was. In accordance with Hassan's instructions Nola and Tashia had
been flown to the city of Monrovia, in Liberia. A car met them at the
private airport and took them on a two hour drive to a deserted fishing
port. From there the boat took them to the island.
     She slowly rose to her feet. So this was it. The beginning. She
felt goose-bumps on her upper arms.
     "Remove all of your clothes, Bitch." She was expecting this but she
still trembled as her hands reached for the buttons on her safari shirt.
     While Nola was stripping, Turabi picked up the sheet of paper she
had provided that contained the list of names.
     "My my, such a long list!" he chuckled. As he folded the paper back
up he looked at Nola. "But I'm sure we can accommodate you." He watched
her removing her shirt. "As a matter of fact, with a little research I'm
sure we can even expand on this list quite a bit!"
     He laughed again as he put the paper in his jacket pocket for safe
keeping. By this time Nola had her safari shirt off and lying on the
back of her chair. He stared intently as she reached behind her and
unclasped her bra. It fell onto her arms, revealing a very nice set of
tits, firm, with large nipples. She glanced up only slightly before
unbuttoning her hiking shorts. After unzipping them she began tugging
them down over her hips. It took a bit of effort due to their tightness,
but soon she had them down past her knees where they dropped to the
ground. In her excited state she had forgotten to remove her hiking
boots first and she tried in vain to get the shorts off over them. With
her shorts around her ankles she had to bend over and begin unlacing her
boots. She could feel her thin white panties stretched tightly across
her ass. She wondered if anyone were looking at it as she removed her
boots one at a time, then pulled off her white athletic socks.
     She stood upright and stepped out of the left leg of her shorts.
She lifted her right ankle and used her left hand to remove the shorts
from it. She didn't know why she did it but she bunched up the shorts
and tossed them on the table in front of Hassan. His face seemed both
angry and amused at the same time, if that were possible.
  Nola was left standing wearing only a brief pair of white panties.
They were high cut at the leg and had a little flower pattern on the
front. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and paused a moment, as if
readying herself mentally.
     "If you ever hesitate again to obey a command you will be punished
beyond anything you could ever imagine." Turabi warned in a low, deadly
voice. "Now remove the panties."
     Nola's hands trembled slightly as she tugged the flimsy white
material over her hips. As with the shorts she lifted her ankle and
removed the panties. This time, however, she merely placed them on the
chair. She'd seen that look on Hassan's face and decided it might not be
wise to toss them at him as she had done with the shorts.
     She stood there completely naked, for the first time, on the Island
at Khalil. She didn't know what to do with her hands so she clasped them
together in front of her, covering her pussy.
     "Put your hands at your sides." Turabi commanded. She obeyed.
     Turabi pointed to the thin covering of reddish-blonde pubic hair.
     "You will remove that hair. It will be your responsibility every
morning to make sure you are completely shaved and smooth down there. If
I ever find any stubble, you will be forced to grow it long again. You
don't want that to happen, because when it reaches the appropriate
length you will be hung upside down by it and shaken until every last
follicle has been pulled out. Do you understand?"
     "Yes." she said weakly.
     "You will address me as `Master'. You will address any male guard
as `Sir", and you will address any female guard as `Mistress'. Do you
understand?"
     "Yes, Master."
     Turabi stood up and came around the table till he was directly in
front of her. "Very nice" he murmured. "Turn around slowly." Nola
obeyed, slowly turning to display her lean legs and tight, white ass. It
was firmly muscled and flawless. The thought came to her that right now
she might have the only unblemished ass of any inmate in the Island .
Turabi would take care of that detail very shortly.
     She completed her slow turn and stopped. She held Hassan's gaze for
a moment, then let it drop. Her impudence amused him.
     "So, you think this is just another adventure, do you? I assure you
it is real. You can't fulfil your need for self-debasement to your
satisfaction and then walk away when you are satisfied. For that you
could have hired any one of a thousand Masters or Mistresses in London.
No, this is Khalil, and you are MINE for ten years! You will scream, you
will cry, but above all you will beg! You will be my masterpiece! You
will be the one that the other prisoners look upon with pity. You have a
proud, defiant attitude right now, but like many others you will soon be
changed. YOU will be the one I show to prospective customers. You will
hear their laughter or their pity as you are displayed in your shame and
your agony. You will be the one I think about at night before I go to
bed and the one I think about each morning when I first awake."
     Nola began to tremble. She was visibly shaken by his words. "Yes!
Tremble!" he laughed cruelly. "You have a lot to be fearful of!"
     He hooked his thumbs in his belt under his jacket and smiled at the
trembling nude woman. Then his face turned hard once again.
     "Get down on the ground, flat on your belly."
     Without hesitating, Nola dropped to the ground. She stretched out
on the wooden floor of the veranda. The wood felt oddly cool and there
was a little sand on it. It tickled her slightly and for some odd reason
she felt wet between her legs.
     You will crawl just like that, down the steps, and across the
island to the main building. You will enter it and ask for Sir Olaf.
He's a big, fat pig quite a bit older than you are. You will kiss his
feet and beg him to 'whip your impudent ass till you are crying
uncontrollably.' You will use those exact words. If you allow your
nipples to leave the ground for any reason during your crawl, or if you
fail in the slightest way to carry out my orders you will be placed in a
set of stocks and bullwhipped. Do you understand?"
     "Y-yes, Master!" Nola's voice was shaking, but she immediately
turned and headed down the stairs, head first. It was a chore to keep
her nipples touching the steps at all times but she was
petrified of disobeying. Her legs parted as she slid down the steps,
exposing a rear view of her pussy to her audience. When she reached the
bottom step she set off crawling across the dusty ground towards the
main building. She used her arms to pull herself along, raising her body
as little as possible from the ground. The tingling of her nipples and
pussy as they were both dragged along the ground began to get her very
aroused, in spite of her fear. The degradation of what she was doing to
herself seemed almost an erotic stimulant. Her crotch got wetter and
wetter as she crawled, feeling the cool air on her backside.
     Hassan Turabi walked behind her, taunting her as she crawled:
"This is the way you will get wherever you are going, from now on! If
you're good I may allow you up on all fours like a dog! After Olaf gets
through with you, he will clip a leash around your neck and lead you on
all fours to your bunk in the main dormitory. He will supervise you as
you clean yourself and then shave your pussy. He will be in charge of
you and will administer punishment whenever he sees fit, so beware, he
has a very cruel streak!"
     Nola's vision was blurred by the tears welling in her eyes. Tears,
just like she had seen on the poor unfortunate girl who brought the
telephone. In spite of her tears, her pussy was still on fire with lust!
     "You'll be fed from a bowl on the floor and put to bed for a good
night's rest. This afternoon we will begin making another clearing in
the jungle for you near Ingrid! If you listen you can hear her moaning
right now... Don't worry, there'll be plenty of ants left for you
tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that! I think I'll
keep you there for the first couple of months at least. Olaf and his
friends will enjoy honeying you up! When I finally tire of that I've got
a few other ideas in mind for you!
     The thought of herself sharing Ingrid's torment made Nola shiver
from head to toe and sob as she crawled. Still, she was so damned
horny! She'd have to find a way to masturbate herself tonight. She was
sure she'd be able to find a way. She was pretty sure...