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been putting at the top of their files. But just in case you
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
THIS STORY CONTAINS S&M AND NON-CONSENSUAL SEX
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END OF WARNING
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Nola33.txt
"The Cellar"
"By Curt Strap"
Chapter 1
I was in high school and not quite thirteen so being
thoughtless, irresponsible, unreliable and untrustworthy was no big
deal. It was expected and was reflected in my nickname, Wicked
Witch. But, what the hell, daddy is real important in this boring
town and I intend to use his influence to my advantage. Besides, I
kind of liked the name. It told me that they understood just where
they stood with me.
It rained Friday morning. I woke up tired because I stayed up
most of the night gossiping on the phone with Cathy and felt bitchy
enough to skip the last day of school. I told Mom I was feeling
sick. My grades are only so-so but she's usually pretty anti-social
about school and didn't make a big deal out of it.
She took my temperature, told me I was probably going to get
my first period, called me in sick, and then mom went to her
computer course. Dad would be away on business until late August,
so mom would stay out all most of the night to check out the hot
guys at the strip bars. I had the house to myself, at least until
after midnight.
I lay around in bed for awhile watching soaps and thinking
about what she said about my period. That was gross. I finally got
bored, so I filled the bathtub, took off my sexy nightie and sank
into the hot water and soft oil bubbles.
* * *
I must have dozed off in the hot water, because the next thing
I knew, I heard a man's voice yelling and the bath water was tepid.
"Hey, is anybody home?"
Scared shitless, I jumped out of the tub, wrapped myself in a
big towel and crept out into the hall. I peeked over the railing
and saw an older, gross pig of a guy, maybe 50 or 60, down in the
entrance hall.
"Me, I'm here. Who the hell are you and how did you get in
here?" I demanded as I stood up.
"Oh! Sorry, girlie. We're here to unload the pig manure your
father ordered. No one answered when I rang the doorbell. The back
door was open. I need to know where to dump the shit."
Another old grey-bearded guy appeared and looked up at me,
leering. Then a third person, a little boy no older than nine or
ten, stepped into the foyer. They were all obese sows, dressed in
filthy clothes with long dirty tangled hair and soiled sweat
stained faces. And did they ever stink, even from up here.
"Well, you creepy-crawlers will just have to wait. You were
supposed to be here last week! You can't be in the house with all
that shit on your boots. Get out and I'll be down in awhile. Wait
outside for me and don't dump anything until I get there."
The older man took off his frayed cap and looked up.
"Well, young lady, would you mind if we helped ourselves to a
cold beer? It's really hot delivering that crap!"
I was furious. They really spooked me. These losers came into
the house uninvited and wouldn't leave, tramped filth all over the
floor, ruined my bath and had the nerve to ask for a beer.
"Yeah, I do mind! Buy your own booze! Get outside with the
rest of the garbage. I'll be out in a few minutes."
In a rage, I turned around and stomped back into my bedroom.
I slammed the door so hard it bounced open again. Shit, I broke
another lock-set. Dad would be pissed. He warned me about my temper
tantrums. I dropped the towel and began to brush my hair. I wasn't
going to hurry for those creepy weirdos!
I was brushing the tangles out of my long wet hair when I saw
movement in the corner of my eye and turned to the open door. The
two men and the little boy stood there, staring at me!
I was naked, they grossed me out! I grabbed the towel that I
dropped earlier and turned to face them, "What do you stupid jerks
want, now? Get out of my room right now, or I'll call the police!"
The older guy smiled, "And tell them what, honey child? That
you are a rude, bitch looking' to get yourself in deep dark shit?"
I got a little anxious but I could also feel my anger
building, "Get lost, you stinking shit-shoveller! I mean it! Or
you'll be sorry."
Instead of leaving, they walked into the room. The big guy was
smiling. "I came up here to tell you that you that your daddy can
shove that shit up his ass. I don't take bull from a kid. I'm gonna
teach your sexy little ass a lesson."
The little boy spoke for the first time, "Wow.! Uncle Jeremy,
do it like you and uncle Curt do me with your belt out in the
woodshed. And cute little Jenny too, when you're all boozed up!"
The old man grabbed my wrists. The towel fell to the floor
when he threw me on my bed. He stood over me, staring at my bare
body while the others edged closer.
"So, you don't like shit, cutie?" He reached down and wiped
some foul slime off of his boots. Then he ran his hands down the
front of my body, from my neck to my belly. "We're gonna teach you
to like pig shit, you little bitch!"
The kid was all eyes, following the guy's hands down my body,
"Wow! She sure has cute boobies for such a little girl, don't she,
uncle? Better than Jenny, that's for sure."
The bearded fat slob nodded in agreement, "Damn fine hunk of
girl meat, if you ask me!"
Their filthy talk grossed my out.
"Well, girlie, we sure don't got us no woodshed here, but I'll
bet we can do it in the cellar. He turned to the other man, "Let's
get her down there and check it out. We'll teach her what happens
to mouthy chicks."
Chapter 2
I knew that this guy in my computer course really wanted me.
All year he had invited me to his house, but I didn't go. He didn't
give a shit that I was married to a prominent business man or that
I had a twelve-year old daughter.
Jason was a skinny old guy, almost bald, with a gross pot
belly. He was real dense, a geek. He was shorter than me; the top
of his head was just up to my breasts. I was 37, he was 50 or so.
He had hit on me almost everyday since the class started. He
was always asking what I did on the weekends my husband was away,
and repeatedly asked me to visit him the next time my husband was
out of town!
I told my husband about Jason. We laughed at his awkward
attempts to entice me to his house and Terry suggested I tease him
a little; turn him on by going to his place, but not doing
anything. Laughing, we agreed that I should try it, but I didn't.
On Friday, I was all fired up with lust, feeling horny, and
hot, and Terry away for at least a week. Tashia pulled another one
of her scams and stayed home from school. I knew I had a computer
class with Jason today, and, to torment him, I dressed just for
him. I put on a pair of black bikini panties and a black, half-bra
that made my chest extremely impressive. Then I put on a black
miniskirt and an old, red, pullover that had buttons between my
neck and my gut. I left just enough open at the top to expose the
tempting suggestion of my ample breasts.
* * *
Jason came up to me right away and did his typical "strip me"
performance with his leering eyes. He checked out my top. And, as
usual, he sat beside me. Before class started, I turned in my seat
and crossed my legs, talking to him about some senseless thing. He
couldn't take his eyes off my thighs. The teacher came in and I
gave Jason a little show by uncrossing my legs and sliding them
around one at a time! I definitely heard him swallow and groan!
I gave him crotch-shots all morning. I didn't hear a word that
the teacher said. I was so hot playing my dangerous but fun game
that I accepted his invitation for lunch so I could torment the
nerd. I unbuttoned my sweater a little more during the morning, and
then again as we walked to the diner, so lots of tit was on display
just for him. I kept my jacket on so it was a private show.
* * *
I finally agreed to go to his house with him, when he asked
after class, and he started walking home so fast I told him I
couldn't keep up with him! He probably thought he had me.
When we got to his house, Jason asked if he could hang my
jacket in the closet. I knew he wanted a better view. I said I'd
keep it because I couldn't stay long, and sat down on the sofa.
Jason was having trouble looking me in the eye! His eyes were
too busy searching my boobs and my exposed thighs under the mini-
skirt. He had an erection and mumbled at lot. When he sat beside
me, I said I had go. His voice almost cracked and he almost cried.
"No, Nola, please stay." What a jerk, I thought!
He followed me to the door and leaned against it. I smiled and
said, "I can't get the door open with you leaning against it, Jason."
"There's a penalty to get out, Nola. A hot kiss."
I had teased him so much for the last few hours, I thought.
what harm could there be if I gave him a little kiss?
I smiled and turned my face down to him.
He started to kiss me, and within seconds, he pushed his foul
tongue between my lips and teeth, into my mouth. He had stinking
breath. I let him french kiss me for a minute or two, and, as the
kiss ended, I took his hand, pressed it against my tits, broke away
from him and opened the door.
I was down the stairs and outside before the creep thought to
follow after me, begging me to stay.
I laughed at his pathetic whining. He was so hungry for my
body that I almost felt sorry for him, almost, but not quite. I
just continued my malicious game and left him hanging.
* * *
About two hours later, after ogling some gorgeous hunks at the
strip bar, and drinking vodka martinis that some guys bought for
me, I drove home. It was after midnight and two lanes of the
highway were closed because of a terrible accident. Traffic was
backed up for miles. I cursed at the inconvenience. I got off at an
exit I'd never used before and took a route that seemed to go in
the right direction. It was a rough gravel road, but I thought I
could cut across the city and eventually get back on a main
highway. I sped up in a hurry to get home.
Suddenly, the caddy stalled when I went much too fast through
a huge puddle and all the lights on the digital dash went out. I
coasted the car to the side of the road under a street lamp.
Looking abound for help, I realized that there wasn't any traffic.
Frustrated, I got out and opened the hood. As I was looking at
the engine compartment without a clue what was wrong, I saw a car's
headlights. I jumped up and waved frantically, pointing to my
stalled vehicle.
The driver of the pick-up pulled over behind me. His lights
were on bright so I couldn't see him very well. The door opened and
I saw a guy step down from the driver's side. Two teenage boys got
out of the other door and moved toward me.
"Well, well, guys... look what we have here." A crude grin
crossed his face. "Remember? I told you about Nola?"
I recognized his voice. It was Jason.
The kids laughed, and I could feel my face turn scarlet.
Softly, I asked, "Can you help me, Jason? My car just stopped."
Jason laughed. "Your car stalled?. Well, Nola, we all have
problems. It's really a tough break, for you. I'd help you, but,
you see, I have a big problem of my own."
I stared at him, pleading with my eyes, and threw in a few
turn-on moves with my body, but he ignored me, and said, "You know
what my problem is, don't you Nola?"
My throat was dry and tense, as words fought to come out.
"No, Jason, I don't."
"Well, Nola, One of my problems is right here." He grabbed his
crotch. The boys laughed at this suggestive exchange.
I looked around, aghast and questioned myself: what could I
do? My first thought was to jump into my car and lock the door. It
was too far away! But I began to edge closer.
"My other problem, Nola, is a woman who teases me. A woman who
gets my cock hard and doesn't come across. A women like you, who
likes to tease and play mind games." He grinned when the boys
giggled, encouraging him to continue humiliating me.
"I'm sorry, Jason. I didn't mean it... please forgive me?"
He laughed. "Well, I could. Maybe I'll forgive you by putting
you over the hood of your car and spanking your cute ass."
This rude outburst produced hysterical giggling from the
teenagers. One of them rubbed his cock through his stained jeans.
I was almost close enough, the stupid imbeciles didn't even
anticipate my plan...I made my move! I opened the door, jumped in
the car and pulled the door shut.
A desperate Jason lunged at me! Too late! I clawed at the
automatic door lock switch, frantically pushing it and heard the
satisfying click as the locks closed.
Locked! I was safe.
I saw the frustrated look in Jason's eyes, and stared at him
with my superior, arrogant stare. I even stuck out my tongue at him
and gave him the finger! His face curled up in rage then relaxed
and smiled. That repulsive smile shocked me.
He bent down and picked up the ring of keys that must have
fallen out of my pocket when I bent over the hood of the car.
"Oh, god, no," I shrieked in desperation. I grabbed the
cellular phone and punched 911. Nothing. No fucking power!
He gave the keys to one of his grinning friends. The boy
accepted the keys with a ghastly grin and slowly, oh, how slowly
unlocked the passenger door, opened it, and crawled in beside me,
clawing at me! I screamed, but there was no one to hear my pathetic
plea for help. He put his hairy arm around my throat cutting off my
air supply. He used the other hand to push the unlock button. Jason
just stood there with an obscene grin on his bloated face.
"Get the cock-teasing bitch out here."
Hands grabbed me. I struggled, uselessly. With taloned fingers
gripping my ankles and arms, they pulled me out from the security
of the car and dumped me in the dirt.
A look of pure hatred and wild fury etched Jason's face. "Now,
cunt. It's lesson time.
Jason pulled me to my feet. "We can't do you out here. But I
bet your place is nice and quiet and safe. With your precious
husband gone and all. "Get into the truck."
I climbed into the cab of the truck, between Jason and the
slobbering boys. The creeps grabbed and squeezed my breasts. My
flesh ached from their cold-hearted, brutal fingering.
* * *
We pulled into a my driveway thirty minutes later. So much for
the security and privacy of a remote and secluded home with a
sophisticated intrusion alarm. The house key and the alarm key are
on the key chain with the car keys.
Held in the firm grip of the two boys, I reluctantly made the
journey inside. I wrestled in their iron grip but they were more
than a match for me and all that vodka sure didn't help me resist
much. Following Jason, they forced me, panting and struggling, down
the steep cellar steps and along the fluorescent-lit passageway to
a door with a sign saying "Medieval Inn".
Chapter 3
The first thing I saw when Jason pushed open the door was a
little fat kid swinging the cane that he held in both hands,
cracking it against the bare welted cheeks of my daughter's ass.
And, in front of Tashia, a horribly fat grinning freak snapped a
leather belt hard into the panting girl's bare heaving belly.
"Mommy," the girl choked out an agonized whisper. "Help me!"
"Tashia, my god, my little girl! What are you doing to her?"
"Make them stop, mommy. They're hurting me bad!"
"Stop hell," Jason croaked, "your mommy's gonna swing up there
beside you for some serious hurt!"
"A party!" one of the fat pigs mouthed to the woman and the
men with her. "And this one's got tits!"
"Strip her! Then haul her up!" Jason ordered.
Rough hands pulled at me, tearing at my sweater and mini,
stripping off my clothes.
One of the boys pulled out a long wicked-looking knife, and I
trembled at the sight of the gleaming steel blade. He laughed and
pressed the sharp edge against my white flesh. "Not yet, cunt, you
and me get to play cutting and poking games with this baby later."
I closed my eyes, expecting to be slashed. The knife cut my
bra straps, then slipped down to split the waistband of my panties.
In seconds, my tits and ass were naked.
The teens went wild. "Yeah! Look at that hairy pussy! I'm
gonna drive my cock into that hot cunt!"
The ten year old just stared. Sure, he'd seen his older
sister, Jenny, naked when she got it in the woodshed and there was
the bare naked girl they were working over, but he had never
anything like this spectacle of sexy naked woman flesh.
"And her ass! I'll drive my pole into that!"
"I want her mouth sucking me!" the boy with the knife said.
Jason stood ogling my naked flesh, arms folded. He raised his
hand, and the boys stopped talking.
"God, please make him stop this madness!" I begged silently,
Jason had to know that the horrible game had gone too far!
A sick smile crept over his face. My prayer wasn't answered.
He wasn't going to stop it. Besides, the others wouldn't let him.
"Yeah, you'll have your fun. But after following this bitch
around all year, its payback time for me first. You guys get do to
what you want, after I'm done with her ass. I earned this!"
My shoulders dropped in resignation. They were going to
violate my body, just like the perverts abused my daughter!
I had never been so terrified in my life. It was going to be
brutal. I just knew it. Gang-torture and gang-rape at its worst. I
read about this kind of stuff in the National Enquirer.
Hands grabbed me, pulled me over beside my naked kid and sat
me down hard on the cold stone floor. I could feel grease and grime
on the foul hands holding me. Broken fingernails, encrusted with
scum, scratched my naked body.
The obese animal quit scourging Tashia's ravaged belly,
dropped his belt to his side and pointed to a coil of rope. "They
got lots of neat stuff down here just waiting to be used. We can
share the pussy and the toys!"
The kid with the knife hacked off a long length of rope and
tossed one end over an exposed ceiling beam.
* * *
I cursed my husband for creating this monstrous den. He had
the builders line the walls with twelve inch thick stone; they
insulated and covered the ceiling with one inch plywood then
sprayed it with thick foamy insulation that resembled old rock,
before bolting massive room length beams into place. Across the
ceiling, between the beams, and alternated with ventilation ducts,
hidden fluorescent strip-lights cast light on the rough walls of
the underground windowless cellar. They installed a tight fitting
thick wood door to make the room completely soundproof.
Terry enjoyed using the den. He named it "Medieval Inn." Our
guests described it as the perfect party room. I argued that it
looked more like a dungeon. Tashia hated it. She never went in. But
the aura that impressed my husband and our guests and dismayed me
and my daughter was lost on these perverts. To them it was a look-
alike torture chamber. A play-room for sadists.
The room was sparsely furnished. Six very heavy oak stools
that stood about waist-high, like those in an old road-house it was
built to resemble, surrounded a six foot long high wooden table.
There were several wooden chairs stacked by the back wall. A shelf
ran the length of the wall above them.
That's where the boy got the cane. Terry had found it,
advertised as an authentic prison cane. On the shelf was a short
leather strap that he bought at the same antique shop. It was
described as a spanking strap; the real thing used to punish
naughty little girls back in the times of corporal punishment in
schools. They gave him a discount for buying both items. I was
really angry with him when he brought home that stuff.
At each end of the shelf stood two massive oak cabinets bought
at the same shop. Jerry used one for his fishing and boating
supplies. Rope and fishing line, emergency wax candles, water proof
matches, fish hooks, fishing weights and other useful things like
needles for sewing canvas and leather were stored there. I used the
other cabinet for the gear I couldn't leave at the riding stables
or the kennels. I kept my collection of riding crops, leather
training switches, bits, wire grooming brushes, reins and other
paraphernalia for horses neatly arranged on the top two shelves and
my dog choke chains, leather collars, battery-powered discipline
collars, leashes, dog whips, and electric prod on the bottom two
shelves.
Apart from that, the room was empty.
* * *
Jason closed the heavy door, sliding the iron bolts across so
that here would be no interruptions or unwelcome guests.
The little boy holding the cane watched, licking his dry lips,
forgetting about Tashia for the moment, anticipating a new game.
The teen with the knife was an expert with ropes. He must have
been a boy scout, I thought, for some stupid reason. He was showing
off his skill with knots.
He secured my wrists behind my back with the palms facing out.
Where the hell had he learned that? He threaded the hanging rope
through the cord securing my wrists. I howled and pleaded, knowing
what he was going to do and, worse, that I just couldn't stand it.
He jerked hard on the rope. I struggled to keep my bare
buttocks on the floor but his giggling friend joined him. I was no
match for their combined weight.
"Nola doesn't want to play?" Jason smirked. "Come on, Nola,
play nice. Your teasing days are over. You're gonna put out!"
I was pulled to my knees. The rope hoisting my arms up behind
me forced me to my feet then up on my bare toes. The boys pulled
until there was no slack in the rope. My shoulders ached as I tried
to keep my toes on the floor to avoid tearing my shoulder muscles.
I was bent over at the waist, my upper body parallel to the
floor, my naked tits hanging and swinging. My bare ass was thrust
back. The cheeks were partly open, exposing my anus to the
merciless gaze of the men and boys surrounding me.
I lifted my head, my long auburn hair falling over my face. I
could see Tashia's added torment that I hadn't noticed earlier. Her
bare feet were off the floor but to each ankle, the sadists had
secured a five pound lead fishing weight.
* * *
When we were out on the boat last summer, Jerry had told me
about his fishing weights. He described how the weight pulled the
line to the bottom of the lake, keeping it tight. Well, the lead
balls were keeping the line tight alright, stretching his naked
daughter, holding her immobile for grisly abuse.
Chapter 3
"Boy," Jason muttered, almost like he did when I was
sadistically teasing him, "let me have the cane. Later you can have
a go at her tits with it!"
I shrieked my protest to an unforgiving God. I pleaded and
begged Jason not to do this to me. I promised to visit him every
time my husband was away. I promised and I promised. He ignored me.
(To be continued)
Anyone wishing to contribute ideas let me know.
Listing of the NOLA series as of 8 April 1994.
If you have any suggested titles and scenarios let me know.
Nola1.txt "The Beginning" (Nola's introduction to S&M)
Nola2.txt "The Chief of Police" (Nola on a Turkish Island)
Nola3.txt "The Augustines" (family's introduction to S&M)
Nola4.txt "The Reverend"
Nola5.txt "The Island" (Inspired by Mister Phil)
Nola6.txt "Nola's Children"
Nola7.txt "The Rape Photographer"
Nola8.txt "The Porn Producers"
Nola9.txt "The Nurse" (torture by Viet Cong,incomplete,ideas?)
Nola10.txt "The Children At Play" AKA Children.zip
Nola11.txt "The Game" AKA Sarah.zip
Nola12.txt "The Doctor" (limited distribution)
Nola13.txt "The Farm" (limited distribution)
Nola14.txt "The Model"
Nola15.txt "Un-titled" (incomplete)
Nola16.txt "Blackmailing Nola"
Nola17.txt "The Spy"
Nola18.txt "The Tudor" AKA Simone.zip
Nola19.txt "The Inquisition" AKA Inquis.zip (Nola in 1492)
Nola20.txt "The Cottage" (incomplete)
Nola21.txt "The Convent"
Nola22.txt "The Cop" (incomplete)
Nola23.txt "The Reporter"
Nola24.txt "The Musician"
Nola25A.txt "Nola and Tashia" (Nola humiliated by daughter) or
Nola25B.txt "Nola and Jeremy" (Nola humiliated by son)(same sty)
(The wonders of Wordperfect's search & replace)
Nola26.txt "The Prison Matron" (limited distribution)
Nola27.txt "The Complex"
Nola28.txt "The Cruise" (includes Pamela1.zip to chap 7)
Nola29.txt "The Scout Troop"
Nola30.txt "Tashia"
Nola31.txt "The Exhibitionist"
Nola32.txt "The Asylum" (limited distribution)
Nola33.txt "The Cellar"
Nola35.txt "The Businesswoman" (Caught in a double-cross)
Nola36.txt Un-named as of today
Nola37.txt Un-named as of today
Nola38.txt Un-names as of today
Nola39.txt "The Terrorist"
Nola40.txt "The Indians" (inspired by Mister Phil)
Curt Strap
Nola33.txt
"The Cellar"
"By Curt Strap"
Chapter 4
"Kid," Jason muttered, almost like he always did when I was
sadistically teasing him, "let me have the cane. Later you can have
a go at Nola's tits with it!"
I shrieked my protest to an unforgiving God. I pleaded and
begged Jason not to do this to me. I promised to visit him every
time my husband was away. I promised and I promised. He ignored me.
* * *
It was a delicious sight, Jason thought, though he couldn't
see her face through all the hanging hair. Her buttocks were lewdly
presented to him, the cheeks obscenely parted, giving him a good
view of hairy pussy and virgin asshole.
Then, unable to control the sadistic urges invading his mind,
he stripped off his shirt and lowered his pants and underwear,
kicking them from his ankles. The stiff and heavy headed erection
throbbed suggestively close to the pale swell of Nola's ass.
Smiling to himself at the state of his cock, he flexed the
cane and studied the long and supple prison rod which was designed
solely to devastate naked female flesh. It was a beauty, a three-
foot quarter-inch thick switch supple enough to bend in a half
circle with a spring like a rapier. Nola's ass was going to have a
hard time enduring this lash. He cut the air in a trial swish.
Nola, in panic, tightened the impudent full-swelling cheeks of
her bare buttocks and gave another yell of protest. Jason touched
his hand to her naked flesh, giving her a sharp spank as a promise
of what was to come. Nola yelled in outrage.
He leaned forward, almost on top of her, his penis poker-
stiff. As he leaned into her, his hot prick touched one cool cheek
of Nola's ass. He went immobile at the delicious erotic feeling,
almost supporting himself on her. But he wasn't going to fuck her
just yet. He had a lot of hard work to do first.
Nola felt the hot and hard shape of his cock against her bare
ass and shook her buttocks furiously, trying to throw the hideous
thing off her cringing flesh. Her vulgar writhing provoked angry,
excitement in Jason. He allowed his meat to wander over each cheek
of her ass and then fall into the humid warmth deep between them.
The knob touched the intimate feminine flesh between her thighs and
Nola flinched as if bitten by an insect.
Jason smiled and put the stiff rod between her buttocks again.
Nola gasped and pleaded with him in helpless anger. She struggled
against the humiliating position but the rope held her perfectly
positioned for torture and rape.
Jason's hand landed another spank on Nola's ass. He cut the
air with the switch again. He touched the cane across the woman's
buttocks, taking aim. His lips tightened, remembering his own
humiliation, relishing Nola's, as he raised the punishment switch
and lashed it savagely across the open bare cheeks offered to him.
The impact echoed off the walls. Nola, hurt beyond anything
she had ever imagined pain to be, let out a wild yell.
The fat boy watched in open-mouthed wonder, spit dripping from
the corners of his mouth. The others found chairs and sat around
the tethered naked woman, each lost in personal warped desires.
Jason touched the cane across her ass lightly and aimed again.
Four rapid cuts raised ugly red welts on the contorting cheeks of
Nola's ass. He cut her again, this time across the backs of her
thighs. Another sizzler caught her and her shrill cries of agony
bounced off the walls and into the excited ears of the spectators.
Her screams were constant, emptying her lungs of much needed
oxygen. She sucked in hard only to have the breath forced out of
her when the cane snapped hard into her helpless flesh.
Jason caught Nola low across her ass, where her thighs joined
the firm ass cheeks and she yelled furiously. Her buttocks
contorted wildly putting on a disgusting show for the perverts.
Nola's provocative, stretched open ass was livid with welts.
The foul image gave Jason more enthusiasm and put more skill into
his paralysing strokes. Nola screamed at him, alternately begging
him to stop and calling him every foul name she could remember.
Jason gave her another dozen across her heaving, throbbing
buttocks. The pain almost drove her crazy when he caught her across
the backs of her knees. The cheeks of Nola's ass were fire-striped
by the relentless searching switch. Hot tears dripped from her wide
open swollen eyes. Her mouth gaped open, dribbling saliva.
Jason had no intention of showing leniency to the incorrigible
little tease. Her ass was raw and that would make it even more
responsive to pain. Another vicious cut made her scream wildly. The
spectators laughed and grinned, stared and mouthed obscenities as
they enjoyed Nola's bare-assed flogging and imagined other devious
torments being inflicted on the naked mother and daughter.
Jason dropped the cane and picked up the spanking strap. It
would be able to find the crevices which Nola presented more
effectively than the cane. The strap snaked around one cheek and
its tip caught her between the buttocks, searing her anus. Nola's
howl was a frenzied shriek of inhuman suffering.
Jason hit long and hard. He whipped until his arm was tired.
* * *
Nola could sense Jason through the fog clouding her mind.
Calloused hands pulled her lacerated buttocks even further apart.
"I'm gonna make this hurt, bitch! I sure don't like
cock-teasers, especially you, Nola."
Nola felt his hard cock shove against her virgin anus as he
pushed into her flesh. It felt like his penis was a white hot probe
burning a new hole into her! Nola cried out in pain and the men
laughed. With a grunt, Jason pushed his rotten meat all the way
into her ass. She could feel his balls slap against her cunt. He
drove in and out of her ass with a fury driven by rejection and
mental anguish.
"I'm gonna fuck you raw, you little cock-teaser! I'll ream
your tight asshole until you bleed!" His hatred petrified me.
* * *
I grunted and cried as he brutally ploughed into me. Tortured,
raped, and humiliated; I was being repaid for my vile life. The
slut in me deserved the humiliation and degradation!
It took him a least twenty minutes, twenty minutes that felt
like twenty hours in hell before I felt him tense and shoot his cum
into my writhing blistered ass.
* * *
"My turn!" yelled the punk with the knife, and his hard,
hungry meat replaced Jason's cock, this time Nola's cunt was
ravaged. In less than ten minutes, the kid exploded. His hot semen
overflowed and dripped down the woman's tortured thighs.
* * *
"Hey, Paul!" Jeremy called. "Why don't you give these city
folks a show? Teach 'em all 'bout milkin' a cow!"
Paul looked at his uncle, not understanding the question. He
was behind the hanging Tashia, running his fingers up and down the
crack of her ass, opening her up and looking at the hidden goodies,
poking his fingers into the holes like he'd seen the others do.
Jeremy pointed at Nola's exposed breasts. "Seems to me I see
a juicy pair hangin' right in front of you!" he croaked.
The boy looked at Nola. Then at her breasts. Slowly, a crooked
smile crossed his fat cheeks.
"Yeah!" Jason smirked. "Show us how you farm boys get your
jollies in the barn!"
Jason's friends cheered the little fat kid on with obscene
jerking gestures with their hands. Paul looked around at the
leering faces then at the horrified Nola.
He waddled over to her. He pulled the hair from around her
face and looked at the crying woman. He stared at her pert freckled
nose and her blood-shot eyes. He would not have called her pretty.
If anything, she was a hard bitch, Paul thought. There was still an
air of arrogance and indifference about her. She needed another
lesson in humility. He would milk her tits even though he didn't
think that woman gave real milk. And he would do it hard like he
had to do with one of the farm cows that really didn't like it. He
knew that she wouldn't like it. That was for sure. He smiled at the
look of disgust mixed with terror on Nola's face.
"Beg me not to!" he hissed.
She did. Pleading pathetically while he pinched her cheeks.
"Gonna anyhow!" he laughed. The others cheered.
He pulled one of the horse blankets from the storage cabinet
and placed it on the floor in front of her head. He lowered his
meaty buttocks onto the blanket and reached for the bare swinging
mounds. His grubby fingers squeezed the firm white flesh.
"Gotta pull on them tits hard!" Jeremy mouthed.
Paul pulled on Nola's nipples stretching them until she
whimpered in pain. He pulled harder trying to make the nipples
longer so that he could get a good grip on them like he did with
the cows. He gripped each breast in his fat hands and started
pulling down on her flesh and squeezing hard at the same time. He
milked her for fifteen minutes, stretching, pulling, squeezing,
forcing grunts of pain and degradation from the helpless woman.
"Not gettin' anythin', Uncle!" he gasped. "'cept cryin'"
"Keep at it, boy. You is givin' the boys a really good show
even if she is dry as an old hag!" Jeremy laughed.
Nola looked at the dirty boy through tear stained eyes, her
earlier dismay and anger replaced by humiliation which cut deeply
into the grain of her pampered upbringing.
"You won't be in a hurry to tease some other poor slob after
this!" Jason smirked while the onlookers smiled and laughed.
Paul pulled on Nola's tits for another twenty minutes.
Chapter 5
They put on rock music, popped open my stash of beer,
swallowed some of my uppers, and the sex party for perverts began.
For hours, they fucked my mouth, my cunt and my ass. I licked
smelly assholes and sweaty balls. My ass, pussy and mouth were
filled with cum. They spanked me and punished my nipples.
They even fucked my tits. One of the teenagers squeezed them
together, the nails on his thumbs digging into my nipples, and
pumped his prick between them, until he shot his load over my face.
And I cried. Not for being abducted and tortured by the brutal
thugs. Not because my ass was sore and my cunt felt like it had
been abused with a baseball bat. Not because I had been violated
and sexually abused in every orifice. I cried because I deserved
every moment of it. I cried at the realization of what kind of
woman I was. I cried as I watched by daughter hurt and abused.Chapter 5
* * *
He positioned himself between my spread legs and pushed his
cock into me. I struggled wildly, in spite of my decision not to
resist when his cock pressed against my cunt. But I didn't scream.
Besides, what choice did I have?
Curt, the bearded old guy, and the boy, Paul, undressed as
Jeremy fucked me hard. The three of them reeked of body odour; it
was the stench of stale piss and sweat and bad breath and pig
manure that I smelled. I was helpless; and I just about threw up!
Jeremy shot his cum into me and rolled off, and for the first
time, I saw Curt's cock. It was huge! It was long, like my school
ruler and it was the thickest, fattest cock I had ever seen. Of
course, not counting the pictures in magazines, I had only seen a
real live one once when dad was coming out of the shower.
Paul climbed on top of me and crushed his smelly crotch right
into my face. "Lick my balls!" he ordered. I opened my mouth and
tongued his horrid little hard balls. He lasted only a few minutes
before oozing a little trickle of slime and rolled off.
Curt approached me with his cock in one hand.
Jeremy laughed. "Give her that pole up the ass, Curt."
When Curt reached the blanket, he pushed me over on my stomach
and plunged his monster-cock into my ass!
I cried and howled with the pain, and Curt laughed as he
harshly hammered into me. He reached around my abused body and
grabbed my little tits and pinched my nipples. He lasted a long
time before he shot his repulsive scum inside me.
I was filthy, covered with sweat, and pig shit and semen.
Jeremy grabbed me by the shoulders and forced my face to his
body. I knew what he wanted me to do. I resisted. Between the odour
and the shit and the cum, I knew the ordeal would be disgusting.
But he forced me; so I took Jeremy's sticky, slimy cock into my
mouth. His potent stench made me gag. I felt his disgusting meat
grow and harden. He fucked my mouth for almost twenty minutes
before I tasted his bubbling load of revolting semen.
Paul was semi-hard and he tried to fuck me again, but he only
lasted a minute longer than the first time. His pathetic cock
ejaculated a sharp jet of warm semen. The knob squirted again and
the goo dribbled down the bare swelling cheeks of Tashia's ass.
Then the force of the pulses faded and ceased. In the height of his
release, Paul clenched his teeth as the wave of pleasure hit him.
I rubbed my hands up and down Curt's slippery dick, kissing
the head, and squeezing his balls. When he was hard, he slammed his
thick cock into me, filling my cunt!
When Curt finished with me they all lit cigarettes and drank
mom's cold beer. I lay exhausted, naked and filthy, smelling like
cum and sweat and sour pig shit. My hair was a mess. My tits,
stomach and my sparse covering of pubic hair was covered with
nauseating semen and sweat. Cum mixed with rank sweat and putrid
pig shit was smeared on my upper thighs.
Chapter 6
Nola woke with a start, remembering vividly the horrible
nightmare. But something was very wrong; she was still in the
dream, on the table, covered by a horse blanket, not sleeping in
her bed as she expected. Her body still hurt from the disgusting
and humiliating treatment at the hands of the perverts. This wasn't
a dream. This was real. She started to cry.
Jason was searching the cabinet. He took out the dog grooming
kit, the collars, the training whips, the choke chains, and the
horrible electric prod.
He turned and stared at the pathetic woman on the table.
"Back with us, Nola! Good! I've always wanted to try this
stuff."
The man selected a black collar. Grabbing Nola, he twisted her
arm behind her back and then placed the thick black collar around
Nola's neck. She froze, nauseating terror gripping her throat. It
was the electrically activated dog collar; the one that was
operated by remote control. It gave a horrid jolt when an animal
refused to respond to a command.
"No, don't! Please don't!" she groaned.
"I thought that might be your reaction, smart ass. I tried to
be nice to you...but you have ruined it. Well, I have lots more
surprises for you. Get down off the table, now!"
Nola's natural arrogance forced her not to react. She had no
intention of obeying this pathetic gutless creature.
A nerve shattering surge of electricity choked her. She
shrieked in despair and agony as another lightening bolt tore
through her naked body.
"Better do what you're told, Nola," he smirked, holding up the
remote control device. "I've got all the time in the world."
He pressed the button again to emphasize his statement.
Nola twisted and cried as she jumped from the table.
"Good doggy! Now down on your all fours, like a real dog!"
Nola thought about disobedience for just a second. Jason
touched the switch again and she tumbled to the floor, waves of
agony tearing a grunt of pain from her tortured body.
"You're gonna learn the hard way!"
"Give it to her," Jeremy yelled, as he entered the basement
dragging Tashia by the hair.
* * *
Jeremy and Curt had slept in Nola's king-sized bed with the
handcuffed and hobbled naked little girl between them. They had
played breath control games with Tashia while they double fucked
her. She was a slow learner so they gave her lots of practice,
smothering her just to the edge of unconsciousness in folds of
greasy smelly fat while they fucked her ass and pussy. To keep her
quiet they had gagged her with her mother's sexy underpants taken
from the dirty laundry hamper.
Before returning to the cellar they had enjoyed the huge
sauna. Tashia didn't like it though. They kept her on her knees
near the steam heater licking the profuse amounts of sweat from
their cocks and balls.
* * *
The two teen-aged boys were still sleeping in Tashia's room.
Paul was curled up under a blanket in the corner of the
basement. He stirred when he heard the games starting again and sat
up, rubbing his eyes. He got to his feet and pissed in the corner,
too lazy to use the bathroom.
* * *
"You wanna give me a hand training this bitch?" he asked the
boy.
Paul's fat-lipped mouth curled into a crazy grin. "Yeah!"
Jason handed him the electric prod. "If I tell you, put the
end in her ass crack and turn it on for a few seconds!"
Nola's arms and legs were cramped and she was hungry and had
to relieve herself desperately.
"Are you ready to play, bitch?" He asked, holding the button.
She nodded her head, her eyes begging him not to press the
button. She turned to Paul and gave him the same plea.
He growled at her. "Obey or you'll get punished severely.
Don't talk. Only barks, growls and whimpers are allowed. Now,
bark!" he ordered the stuck-up bitch.
She let out a squeaky bark in answer.
Nola hadn't relieved herself all night and her bladder hurt
from the pressure. She tried to think of how she could communicate
this to Jason without using words. The idea that entered her mind
revolted her but she was desperate. Nola slowly lifted one leg like
a male dog would do to urinate. Jason smiled his approval.
"Go over to the corner like a good dog," he said and pointed
to the puddle where the boy had pissed.
She quickly crawled to the corner of the room where the urine
had spread out so she could relieve herself. She lifted her leg and
then looked at the group hoping they would turn away and give her
that little amount of privacy, but they just stared at her.
"Get her, Paul!"
Paul moved toward the terrified woman, pointing the prod.
Nola dropped her head and lifted her leg and soon the
humiliating act was over.
* * *
Paul led her over to the cabinet and showed her two dog bowls.
"Eat!" The depraved command shocked Nola.
One bowl contained what could be dog food and the other held
greasy-looking water. Nola sniffed the contents of the bowl. It
smelled nauseating. She looked up at Jason and the boy. They stared
back at her without smiling, each fingering their punishment tool.
She leaned down and put her face into the dish and took a bite. The
food tasted like dried out meatloaf. She chewed the foul smelling
mixture slowly and had trouble swallowing. She choked in disgust.
"Drink!" Jason ordered.
Nola was very thirsty and wanted to gulp down the whole dish
but she didn't know what else was in the bowl besides water. She
cautiously stuck out her pink tongue and tried to lap up the water,
but all she could manage was to catch a little water in her mouth.
She had more water on her face than in her mouth.
The water tasted and smelled gross and she suspected that
there was urine in the bowl. But she was almost past the point of
caring. She needed liquid if she was going to survive the ordeal.
For ten minutes she slurped the filthy mixture into her mouth.
The disgusting perverts watched her humiliation.
"Here bitch," Jason called to Nola.
Nola slowly crawled to Jason, Nola was so embarrassed she
could not look Jason in the eye. Jason put out his bare foot. Nola
wasn't sure of what to do. Paul ordered Nola to sniff and lick
Jason's foot, "like a good doggie".
Nola raised her nose to smell the dirty foot; it smelled like
shit and urine. Nola licked Jason's foot and when she was finished
he patted her on the head and said.
"Good dog."
Jason looked down at Nola with a wicked grin.
"Wanna play some more?" he asked.
Nola barked in agreement, anything to avoid more hurt.
"Good, I wouldn't want to get you in any trouble with Paul.
He's just waiting to prod your ass." He added with a sick smile.
Jason attached a leash to Nola's collar.
"Paul, go get Nola's surprise."
The terrified woman stood still as the boy rushed out of the
room...and returned moments later, tugging on a long leash...one
that was attached to a large doberman that he was dragging into the
room. In the other hand he still held the electric prod!
Nola's eyes widened in shock! Their guard dog was huge and she
could see the massive red penis hanging down between it's rear
legs, dripping some white fluid as it swayed back and forth,
growing longer and longer as it sniffed the air and locked eyes
with her.
Nola froze in mind crushing terror. She hated her husband's
favourite pet and she treated it cruelly, using the prod and the
dog whips on it while the animal was held tight in a choker chain,
unable to defend itself.
"Since you don't want a real man to touch you... you're so
high and mighty, too good for the likes of me...then maybe a nice
big juicy dog cock is what you need!"
"Come, you bad dog. Jason won't let the bitch dog hurt you."
Paul said with a tug on the leash.
When the Doberman saw Nola, it began to jump and bark, baring
its fangs and pulling at the leash. Jason saw the fear in Nola's
eyes and the hatred in the dogs eyes as it fixed Nola in its stare.
"Nola, I'll bet you don't treat this dog any better than you
treated me. I guess it's payback time for him as well. Am I right?"
Nola started to cry.
"Say hello to your new friend!" Paul ordered.
Nola nervously looked over at the dog and let out a bark. The
Doberman looked at Nola and growled viciously.
Chapter 7
Nola watched the teenaged boys drag her husband's weight
training bench from the mini-gym into the centre of the room.
She knew what was going to happen, but her struggles were
futile in the grip of the two fat men. They forced her to kneel
down at one end of the bench, with her bare ravaged breasts resting
on the leather padded seat. Curt secured the wide leather weight
belt around her waist, effectively securing her to the bench. While
Curt held her legs, Jeremy fastened another strap around her back,
just below her arms. Pulling her arms down, he secured them to the
legs of the bench with rope.
Her upper body was immobilized. They turned their attention to
her legs. Her efforts to kick them were rewarded with two
blistering jolts of electricity, one at her neck and the other from
the boy's prod between the cheeks of her buttocks.
Jeremy fastened her knees to the legs of the bench, one on
each side, so that they were spread apart about two feet. Her sex
was now completely exposed. He then fastened her ankles to two bars
that extended horizontally from the bench legs, so that she
couldn't move her legs at all.
Then the large dog was brought closer to the woman. He is
undecided for a moment, remembering the abuse, as the audience
waits quietly. Smelling her, he moves toward her cautiously. Nola
screams, shouts, kicks out but escape is impossible. The dog comes
closer and sniffs her ass.
Why did I ever listen to Jerry and tease that treacherous
lowlife? she thinks, as she struggles to repel the dog. Suddenly,
the dog starts to lick her, his long tongue working her crack and
slipping between her cunt lips. It feels really disgusting. He
keeps licking, rubbing her clitoris. She tries to resist.
After a long period of licking, the dog, his penis now hugely
erect, moves forward to mount her. Nola wiggles her hips trying to
frighten the dog but succeeds only in inflaming the creature. It
climbs up on her back and grips her around the waist with its front
legs, then pumps forward to insert its penis. Her sex is open and
the dog has no trouble ramming its penis into her vagina. She can
feel the rough fur on the inside of its legs rubbing against her
legs and buttocks.
The men surrounding Nola cheer as the dog starts pumping
vigorously. The dog is tireless as he fucks the woman.
Finally the dog ejaculates into her with a powerful thrust but
can't pull out. The engorged knot on its penis is caught in her
vagina.
There is silence for a moment, then some stirring around her
as one of the two pig farmers pumps his cock. She barely has time
to moisten her lips before the brute thrusts his erect penis into
her mouth. She is unable to move her head away. He thrusts deeper,
pushing his penis into her throat. He ejaculates, sending bursts of
semen down her throat. When he withdraws, she can see that the
others lined up behind him, and that another penis is ready.
The dog finally pulls his semen stained cock from the woman.
One of the teenagers enters her from behind and two penises pump
into her simultaneously. At last, after what seems like forever,
the men satisfy themselves in her helpless body.
There is some discussion between Jason and Paul, and to her
horror the dog is lead around in front of her, and she realizes
what they intend to force her to do. With a lot of encouragement
from Jason, the dog is persuaded to mount her from in front, its
penis now thrusting at her mouth.
She refuses to cooperate. Preparing herself for the pain that
she knows will follow, she clenches her teeth, refusing this latest
humiliating and degrading act.
Jason nods to Paul. He smirks and goes behind the woman. At
Jason's signal he touches the tip of the probe to Nola's exposed
asshole and turns on the switch. At the same time Jason presses the
remote button to activate the collar.
The double assault on her nervous system was devastating. The
anguish of the assault paralysed Nola. Her body became rigid. Her
fingers tightened into claws and her toes curled. Her nipples felt
like they would explode when the electricity boiled through them
seeking an escape from her body. Terror filled her eyes and Nola
shrieked at the sheer intensity of the pain, surging, writhing on
her husband's exercise bench.
There was a dramatic silence among the spectators, followed by
a sensation of cruel excitement at the wild cry that broke from
Nola's lips as her mouth opened to accept the dog's hard cock. Each
onlooker felt an intense thrill watching Nola end her defiance by
taking the foul animal meat in her mouth.
She could feel the different shape of the dog's penis as it
expanded in her mouth. Then she felt pressure against her scorched
asshole as one of the men decided to use that tortured entrance.
With a quick thrust he entered her, stretching her anus to
accommodate his erect penis. As Curt ravaged her ass, the dog
fucked her mouth, finally ejaculating down her throat.
Nola fainted.
Chapter 8
Jason sat at the kitchen table with Jeremy discussing what to
do with the woman and girl. They certainly couldn't let them go.
After considering several options, they agreed that Jeremy and
Curt would take Nola and Tashia, along with most of the equipment
from the cabinet and the doberman, to their pig farm. Jeremy
accepted Jason's suggestion to keep them caged like farm animals,
most likely in the pig pens.
Jeremy told Jason he was welcome to visit most weekends and
suggested that Jason's two teenaged friends might want to play with
Jenny, Paul's cute sister.
Chapter 9
Jeremy picked up Nola and dumped her into the pig pen, calling
to the pigs to come and get her.
As Jeremy and Curt started to lead the shocked Tashia to the
barn, the last thing she saw were the pigs going after Nola. The
largest one had already buried his snout in Nola's stomach.
(To be continued)