   Please send me NOLA Stories:   

        1. Inquisition
        2. Brothers
        3. Trolls
  I will try to send you NOLA Stories you don't have.

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" (Nola and others 'repent' in a church basement)
Nola5.txt      "The Island" (Inspired by Mister Phil)
Nola6.txt      "The Children" (friend takes over family discipline)
Nola7.txt      "The Rape Photographer" (Just what it implies)
Nola8.txt      "The Porn Producers" (don't make videos with this family)
Nola9.txt      "The Nurse" (tortured by Viet Cong, incomplete, ideas?)
Nola10.txt     "The Children At Play" AKA Children.zip (captured nanny)
Nola11.txt     "The Game" AKA Sarah.zip (young Nola learns about savagery)
Nola12.txt     "The Doctor" (limited distribution) (Nola with Dr. Mengale??)
Nola13.txt     "The Farm" (limited distribution, BBS user's special request)
Nola14.txt     "The Model" (Innocent model gets into S&M photography)
Nola15.txt     "Blackmailing Nola" (son and friend blackmail Nola)
Nola16.txt     "Blackmailing Tashia" (brother and friend blackmail Tashia)
Nola17.txt     "The Spy" (The name says it all but don't get caught)
Nola18.txt     "The Tudor" AKA Simone.zip (mom hires sadist as girl's tutor)
Nola19.txt     "The Inquisition" AKA Inquis.zip (Nola in 1492)
Nola20.txt     "The Cottage" (incomplete, sadists take a girl to a cottage)
Nola21.txt     "The Convent" (husband gets sadistic revenge on wife and girl)
Nola22.txt     "The Cop" (incomplete)
Nola23.txt     "The Reporter" (Moral? - mind your own business or else)
Nola24.txt     "The Musician" (musician and daughter get taken by weirdos)
Nola25A.txt    "Nola and Tashia" (Nola humiliated by daughter) or
Nola25B.txt    "Nola and Jeremy" (Nola humiliated by son)(same story)
               (The wonders of Wordperfect's search & replace)
Nola26.txt     "The Prison Matron" (inmates get Nola, user's special request)
Nola27.txt     "The Complex" (house of horrors??)
Nola28.txt     "The Cruise" (includes Pamela1.zip to chap 7)
Nola29.txt     "The Scout Troop" (user's special request)
Nola30.txt     "The Big Brother" (Nola gets a sadistic big brother)
Nola31.txt     "The Exhibitionist" (self-explanatory)
Nola32.txt     "The Asylum" (limited distribution, user's special request)
Nola33.txt     "The Cellar" (terror and torture, what else do I write about?)
Nola34.txt     "The Businesswoman" (Caught in a double-cross)
Nola35.txt     Un-named (incomplete)
Nola36.txt     "The Troller" (Nola picked up by a serial sadist)
Nola37.txt     Un-named as of today
Nola38.txt     "The Cheerleaders"
Nola39.txt     "The Terrorist"
Nola40.txt     "The Indians" (inspired by Mister Phil)
Nola41.txt     "The Law" (a shady policewoman gets hers)
Nola42.txt     "The Freak Show" (Tashia is sold by Nola to a circus)
Nola43.txt     "The Co-eds" (Nola and friends abused in a biker bar)
Nola48.txt     "The Amusement Park" (some very weird characters)
Nola49.txt     "The Judge" aka "The Set-Up" (Nola yearns for judgement day)
Nola50.txt     Un-named (incomplete, I don't know where it's going)
Nola51.txt     Un-named (mostly humiliation, so far)


Nola101.txt    "The Runaway" (Tashia runs away with dire consequences)
Nola102.txt    "The Mexican Jail" (don't cross the border with a stranger)
Nola103.txt    "The Babysitter" (spare the rod?? not in my stories!!)
Nola104.txt    "The Neighbour" (neighbour takes charge of Tashia)
Nola105.txt    "The Tourist (Don't ask a rogue cop for directions)
Nola106.txt    "The Teacher" (Sometimes students know more than teachers)
Nola110.txt    "Un-named" (Kidnapping, Torture and rape, brutal, young)
Nola111.txt    "The Sheriff" (Torture and rape, brutal, young)



                         "The Beginning"
                            "By Curt Strap"

     My name is Nola. I am in grade six. I have a really good friend,
Natashia, who is in grade eight. We do most things together. We
sometimes hang out with a boy, Paul, who is in grade four. We've played
together for almost four years; tag, hide and seek, and similar games.
     Now we sometimes play cowboys and indians in the woods with some of
the other kids in school. After seeing some movies, it was inevitable
that we would end up tying up the prisoners. And we did. I know I wasn't
the first one tied. And the boys were tied just like the girls.
     I do remember the first time I was tied; I was afraid. But when
they tied my hands behind me and marched me to the Indian camp, I lost
all my fear. In fact, I sort of liked it.
     We played several more times, over the spring, summer and fall
before I was found out. It was Natashia who said it when the three of us
were alone together.
     "Isn't it strange that you get caught so easily, Nola? I think she
enjoys getting tied up," she said to Paul. "Do you, Nola?"
     They looked at me, smiling, and I knew I had to answer. My first
response was a giggle, but then I said, "Whenever you have winners, you
have losers. I just sort of get caught in this game a lot!"
     Paul just shook his head, "Natashia, I think you're right. Nola, be
honest with your friends, why do you get caught so easily?"
     I answered, "Maybe I just don't want to run through the bush?"
     Paul said, "Nola, You're lying. You like to be tied up."
     Natashia added, "Well, whatever, it's time for me to get home. Dad
said if I was late for supper again this week, I'd get spanked."
     We looked at her with shock. It was Paul who asked, "Do you still
get spanked?" Natashia was fourteen.
     Taken aback, she answered, "Well, sure. Don't you guys?"
     We shook our heads.
     Then I asked, "Who does it to you?"
     "Well, sometimes it's my mother, but dad does it when I've done
something really awful."
     There was silence as Paul and I thought about it. Spankings were
private things, not often talked about, even with friends. It showed how
close we were that none of us teased Natashia or even laughed at her.
                                 * * *
     That night I sat in bed, thinking about what was said that day. I
finally admitted to myself that I did lose often so I could be tied up.
I wondered what that meant. I also wondered about Natashia's spankings.
                                 * * *
     We played cowboys and indians most weekends and I kept losing.
                                 * * *
     One weekend we decided to go for a hike to do something different.
We packed our knapsacks and were properly dressed in heavy shirts, jeans
and hiking boots. We hiked for about two hours then stopped for a rest.
     We were laying down when Natashia said, "Hey, I found something at
the park the other day. It might interest you, Nola."
     She handed me a magazine. On the cover was a girl dressed in shorts
and a shorty T-shirt. Her wrists were tied in front of her and her
elbows were roped together behind her. Her wrists were pulled tightly
against her bare belly. Her feet were shackled together with a two foot
long chain between the ankles.
     I just starred at it. When I looked up, I saw Natashia pulling some
rope from her knapsack. "Want to try it?" she asked.
     I shrugged, and then replied, "Why not?" I tried to be calm, but
expectation thrilled me.
     "Okay," she said, "hold out your wrists, Nola." When I obeyed, she
continued, "I don't think we want to tie your wrists tightly together.
Here, let me do it this way."
     She wrapped my left wrist three times, then, leaving about three
inches of slack, she did the same with my right wrist. Natashia nodded
her approval at what she was doing.
     "Now, Nola," Natashia said, "pull your wrists back against your
stomach as tightly as you can." When I had done so, she started to my
elbows together behind my back. Natashia stepped in front of me and,
after checking how tight my wrists were to my stomach, she said, "Try to
move your hands Nola."
     I did, but found I couldn't move them. She smiled at the look of
confusion on my face. "I can't move them, Natashia," I said. She nodded
and took the excess rope and wrapped it several times around my wrists.
     She asked, "Want to try the ankle rope too?"
     How was I supposed to answer? After a moment's thought, I replied,
"Go ahead. I'll give it a try."
     Very quickly, she had three wraps of rope around my right ankle,
She knotted it, then, took the other end and wrapped it around my left
boot. When it was knotted, she said, "Take a couple of steps. I don't
know if this will work."
     Gingerly, I took a couple steps. Then I tried a little longer step
and nearly stumbled when the ankle rope stopped my progress.
     Natashia asked, "Want me to take it off?"
     I shook my head. "No, let me try it a little more."
     Carefully, I walked around the area. I began to lift my booted feet
higher, as if I were walking normally, and found that I could walk
easily, although my steps were a little shorter. I stood in front of
Natashia and said, "I think I can handle this. Shall we hike?"
     Off we went, just like any other group of nine, twelve, and
fourteen-year-old kids, except the twelve year old was bound and gagged.
     Paul stayed behind me. I knew he had a thing about a girl's rear
end. He was only nine, going on ten, so I didn't mind. He slapped me
twice on the bum as we walk and whispered to me that he would like to
play this game with just the two of us.
     I laughed. Then I whispered back, "maybe". I didn't want to hurt
his feelings, and perhaps I really would play the game with him.
     I was tied for almost two hours. It was only when we stopped for
lunch, and after Natashia and Paul heated hot-dogs over the campfire,
that she removed my ropes.
     Natashia asked how I felt. I examined the red marks on my wrists
and said, "I feel fine. It was really fascinating to hike that way."
     When we were ready to start back, Paul asked me if I wanted to be
tied again. I shook my head, saying, "No, it might not be too good idea
going downhill and somebody might see us. Don't worry, you'll get me
again," I promised.
     That summer, I think I was tied thirty times.

                                 * * *
     One day, when Paul wasn't around, Natashia and I decided to get
some sun.
     She asked, "Where'll we go?" Then "will you let me tie you up?"
     "Sure," was my snappy reply.
     "Good!" she said, "I got some things in my knapsack, but that rules
out the pool," Natashia said.
     "Why not in old man Lim's backyard?" I suggested.
     Natashia shrugged. I agreed to ask him.
     Most kids our age wouldn't go near old Lim. Our parents told us not
to talk to him, but, he was always nice to us. He would let us play
behind his old barn and didn't tell on us if we made noise or anything.
     I knocked on his door. Natashia hid behind the garage. She wasn't
so sure about him. Most of the time she thought he acted creepy.
     When he came to the door I asked him if we could play in his yard.
He asked me what we were going to play and I told him "cowboys and
indians!"
     He didn't say anything for a moment, just looked at me with his
cold black eyes, then he answered. "Go ahead."
     I murmured a quick thanks and we went out behind his barn.
                                 * * *
     "Lay on your belly, Nola," she instructed.
     I did. Then, she extended my arms and legs in the form of a huge X.
She had tent pegs and a hammer in her knapsack. Natashia hammered pegs
into the ground about a foot from the furthest one I could reach. After
we had stripped down to our swimsuit's, she wrapped a rope several times
around my left wrist. Then she tied the other end of that rope to the
peg just beyond my left hand. She did the same with my right wrist.
Then, she hauled on my legs so that I was stretched out. After that, she
roped my left ankle to one peg and my right out to the other one.
     "How's that?" Natashia asked enthusiastically, "too tight?"
     I tried to pull against the ropes. There was no slack. I looked up
at her and smiled, "No, this is okay."
     I lay like that for an hour, then she untied me and turned me over,
tying me the same way, except face up.
     We did the same thing on three other occasions. We didn't even
remove the pegs.
     Sometime after the third time, old man Lim said that he found the
four pegs when he was mowing the grass and wondered what they were for.
I told him we used them in our game. He didn't say anything else. And he
left them there.
                                 * * *
     Nothing much exciting happened during the next two weeks. Other
than I was tied a lot. My friend took it for granted now that I enjoyed
being tied, and she certainly didn't have any objections.
                                 * * *
     It was late in the week. And I was pegged out in Lim's yard. I was
on my belly. Natashia asked me, "Are you reasonably comfortable?"
     I replied, "Sure. What's up?"
     "Well, I'm going to leave you for a while. You'll be safe here."
     I was somewhat suspicious, but I really wasn't too worried. "You
won't be gone long, will you? I mean with you here, I've got protection.
By myself, I've got nothing."
     Natashia laughed, and said, "What're you afraid of?"
     "Oh, every so often, the dog from across the street comes over
here. Or maybe old man Lim will come out to see what we're doing."
     "Don't be a baby, Nola, maybe he will. So what?"
     Then she left me.
     I really wasn't too distressed. After all it was Mr. Lim's
backyard. Nobody else ever played here. So I just sort of closed my eyes
to enjoy the sun's hot rays.
     I grown so accustomed to being tied like this that I didn't even
notice the traction. I felt drowsy and I guess I must have fallen
asleep. I awoke with a start, pulling at my bonds, momentarily confused,
until I remembered where I was. I had no idea how long I slept. My hands
were tingling, which meant that I was tied for about an hour and a half.
No big deal: I had been pegged out for two hours once before.
     I began to wonder where Natashia went. I was startled out of my
daydreaming by Lim's voice.
     "Nola, what are you doing there?"
     "Oh, Hi Mr. Lim. Just getting some sun."
     "But you're tied down. Who did this? Here, let me untie you," he
said dropping to his knees near my left wrist.
     I giggled. "Natashia tied me. We do it all the time. You don't need
to untie me."
     Somewhat hesitant, he leaned back on his heels. "Let me get this
straight. You're here because your best friend tied you here?"
     "Yes."
     "And you're here voluntarily?"
     "Sort of."
     "And you do it frequently?"
     I nodded. I was really embarrassed. If he told anyone...
     Lim shook his head. Then he smiled. "Have you been tied before?"
     "Yes, probably ten or twelve times."
     "So that's what the pegs are really for," he laughed. "Well, if
this is what you want, I won't interfere. Just lay back and enjoy it,"
he said, as he got to his feet and walked away.
                                 * * *
     Natashia returned with Paul.
     Paul said, "Well, I see Nola's at it again. Enjoying yourself?" he
asked, teasingly.
     "Sure am. How about you? Like what you see?"
     That was the first time any of us had ever said anything
suggestive. Oh sure, we used four letter words like shit and fuck, but
we never said anything suggestive.
     There was silence, then Paul grinned and answered, "Sure do. You
look great." I knew he like me tied face down best. He could look at my
bum easier that way.
     There was tension in the air.
     I turned my head to see Natashia. There was were tears on her face.
She was looking right at me. At that moment, I knew I was found out,
that my friend, Natashia, knew that I really enjoyed being tied up; just
like I knew that she got spanked alot. And I knew that Paul guessed what
Natashia and I shared at that moment.
                                 * * *
     It was Paul who suggested it. He said it almost as an afterthought.
"Why don't we strip Nola."
     "No," I yelled. Natashia and Paul discussed it and decided not to,
at least, right now. I was really scared they would actually do it.
                                 * * *
     After that time, there were a few more instances when I was tied in
Mr. Lim's yard and left there by my friend. Once, I was bound facing a
tree. It was big tree so it was just possible to bind my hands together
when I wrapped my arms around the tree. My legs were tied in back and in
front so that I couldn't move them at all. Fortunately, I was wearing
jeans and a long sleeved shirt so the tree bark didn't scratch my skin.
     Another time, I was tied with my back to the tree and my hands up
over my head but together. Then there was the time that my arms were
tied up but outward so that I looked like a "Y." Not only were my wrists
tied but also my ankles and thighs and belly; and, for the first time,
ropes were above and below my budding breasts. I was embarrassed.
     I complained while Natashia roped my chest but only half-heartedly.
Secretly, I was sort of curious to see how it would feel.
     With my arms stretched upward and outward, it wasn't as easy for me
to sag in my ropes as I had before when I was tied upright to something.
Also, my wrists got numb sooner. There was enough movement so that I
could twist them, and that, combined with flexing my fingers, kept some
feeling in my hands. The pressure on my breasts was something else. I
was somewhat disappointed but since the ropes were loose, I wondered if
it was necessary for them to be tied tighter to get a thrill.
     I wasn't surprised to see Natashia leave. She had experienced
difficulties with first period yesterday. I was not prepared to have
Lim come to visit me again.
     "That's a new way," he said, walking towards me.
     This casual attitude sort of scared me, but I responded, "It's
fine." Then I added, "What do you want?"
     "Oh, I thought I would find you here. Are you okay?"
     "Yeah, I'm okay. What did you mean, you thought you'd find me
here?"
     "Well, it wasn't hard to figure out. I saw Natashia leave and,
since you weren't with her, I thought you might not be able to."
     I nodded. What he said made sense. I wondered why he was standing
there, studying me. He was looking at the ropes over my breasts. I
blushed. I knew that he saw my reaction but he didn't say anything.
     "I've got work to do. Want me to untie you or do you want to just,
hang around?"
     We laughed, and I answered, "No, I'm okay. I'll just hang around."
                                 * * *
     We were excited as we prepared for our class fieldtrip scheduled
the next weekend. We would be gone for five days. We bought new clothes
and everything was great. And then, the day before the trip, I got sick.
I couldn't get out of bed except to crawl to the bathroom to puke. The
day we were supposed to leave, I couldn't even get out of bed.
     I was devastated and so were my friends. Natashia said the trip
wouldn't be the same unless we all went together, but I managed to
gather enough strength to feebly wish them a good trip.
     That night, I began to feel a bit better and my mom said that if I
felt okay the next night, she'd drive me to meet the class. That made me
feel much better but the next day, I was just as bad. My mom said it
looked like I wouldn't be able to go, and, tearfully, I agreed.
     On the third day, I felt better, but I knew it was foolish to try
to go now. The fourth day, I was really feeling sorry for myself. I felt
good but I just sulked around the house.
     Paul interrupted my daydreaming. He had come over to visit me. He
was two years behind me in school and wasn't allowed to go on the trip.
     "How're you feeling Nola?" he asked.
     "Oh, Paul, I feel fine, but I feel so sad. I really miss Natashia
and we had planned so long for this trip."
     He nodded, "I know, but you were really sick. You'll get other
chances to travel."
     "Yeah, I know," I replied, somewhat impatiently, "but it won't be
the same."
     He smiled. "That's allright. I understand your disappointment."
After a pause, he asked again, "Are you sure you feel okay?"
     "Hmmm?" I asked. "Oh, yes, I feel fine. Why?"
     "Oh, I dunno. I was just wondering if you wanted to spend some time
in Lim's yard. Just the two of us?"
     I was astonished. I didn't know what to say. This little nine year
old boy was asking me, a twelve year old girl, if I wanted him to tie me
to a tree. He had a sneaky smile on his face, but I recovered enough to
say, "Oh, I guess...Yes, I guess so."
     "I'll get the rope Nola. You change into your shorts and T-shirt."
     This perplexed me. This was dangerous ground for both of us but I
shrugged and started for my room when Paul added, "And nothing else."
     Startled, I looked around, but he had already disappeared. I had
gone bra-less before. He knew that. I had a training bra but sure didn't
have very much to hide. But no underpants?
     In a few minutes, a little boy and a big girl were walking to Lim's
place where boy was about to tie girl. I was struck by the danger of it,
but I just marched along.
     When we got to the tree, he astonished me. "Take off your top," he
said. I hesitated, but I saw that he was quite serious.
     "What if I don't?" I asked.
     "Then you'll get a hard spanking!"
     I thought, what the hell, and I didn't have hardly any breasts
anyway and he was just a little boy. I took off my top, leaving myself
bare to the waist in just my shorts.
     He held out what looked like leather cuffs.
     "What's that?" I asked.
     "There're special tie-up things. They won't interfere with your
circulation. Here, hold out your wrist and I'll put them on you."
     Confused, I held out my left wrist. Quickly, Paul wrapped the cuff
around my wrist and buckled it tight. Then he took my other wrist and
did the same with another cuff. He knelt and put cuffs on both my
ankles. He backed me up to the tree and very quickly I was secured with
my wrists up and backwards to limbs behind me, thrusting my little
breasts forward. He secured my ankles so that I was on my tiptoes with
my legs spread out and back. Then he took off my runners and socks.
     This was a more intense position than I was used to, but I said
nothing.
     If I was surprised by the cuffs, I was horrified when Paul began to
wind thinner rope around my left breast. He put three loops around it;
and then, holding it down with his little fingers, he began to tighten
the wraps. I stared at his face, but it was all concentration so I
looked down to watch what he was doing. My left breast began to swell
outward as the rope tightened at the base. When he was satisfied, he
began work on my right breast. The rope slipped once and he had to start
all over, but finally my right breast was circled with rope and it
swelled out like my left.     

                               Chapter 2

     "There, how's that? he asked, stepping back to admire his work.
     This was an incredible situation. Here I was tied to a tree half
naked. That wasn't all that unusual, but it was Paul who had tied me.
Not only had he tied me, but he had used leather cuffs. Now I might be
naive, but even I knew that he hadn't run down to the corner store and
bought them while I'd been changing into my shorts. And that was also
something; he told me what to wear, or was it what not to wear. And he
had tied up my boobs and touched them a lot.
     After Paul finished tying me, I was just too confused to experience
anything for several minutes. And then the ropes on my boobs began to
arouse me. Whenever I shifted in the ropes, they sawed my skin. Very
quickly I began to experience a warm feeling between my legs. I had
never had that feeling before, at least not quite in this way.
     I looked up at the leather cuffs on my wrists. Clearly, these were
well used. It was no use ignoring it: who used them? Who was tied? I was
about to ask a question in my mind when my first ever orgasm hit me. It
was beyond belief. As I writhed in my ropes, the waves of pleasure
continued to wash over me. Then I blacked out. When I came to, I was
hanging limply.
     I didn't know why it happened. After several minutes, I got both my
feet under me and shifted in my ropes. Right away, I felt the warm
feeling building again between my legs, so I twisted some more. At last
I made the connection; the ropes on my boobs were the trigger. I decided
to test my conclusion and another orgasm hit me. This one wasn't quite
as intense, but it was extremely pleasurable, all the same.
     It took me longer to recover this time. But when I did, I was a
wiser girl. I knew what it was about being tied up that drew me to it.
     Obviously, being tied up was no longer a childhood game or
something you did just for something to do. A question popped into my
mind: Did my friends know or suspect? Natashia probably knew and Paul,
too. That got me thinking about her little game. She was spanked
regularly. Did she get her kicks from being spanked the way I did from
being tied up? Obviously, I had to pursue that question.
     Then Paul returned. He wasn't alone. Lim was with him.
     "Enjoying yourself?" he said acidly.
     I turned red from embarrassment. Here I was half naked and helpless
with an old man and a little boy watching me. I didn't know what to say.
He raised a questioning eyebrow. "I got a question," I managed to say.
     "These cuffs, for instance. They're not new." I said.
     He nodded.  "I gave them to Paul."
     "And these ropes across my breasts.  They were very, shall we
say, strategically placed."
     He grinned, "I told him about that trick, too. Did it do it?"
     Perplexed, I said, "Do what?"
     "Give you an orgasm. It's like when boys masturbate."
     I blushed. He snorted his impatience. I said, "It was great."
     For a long moment, he just stood there and smiled at me. Then he
said, "Well, enjoy yourself.
                                 * * *
     The next day, when my friends returned, they were all excited
trying to tell me what they had done. Of course, I was excited for them,
but there was something different. I too had an experience, but I chose
not to tell them, at least not yet. Besides, mine would keep and they
were simply being the good friends they always had been. But out of the
corner of my eye, I noticed Natashia eyeing me speculatively.
                                 * * *
     Almost a week went by before Natashia and I had a chance to talk.
     "Nola," she began, "What happened?"
     "Paul tied me up. He made me take my T-shirt off!"
     "Wow!"
     I nodded, "And without a bra! And Lim saw me!"
     She smiled when I told her about the orgasm, "You already knew you
enjoyed bondage. What you experienced yesterday probably won't make you
want to stop."
     I hastened to add, "Natashia, I'm real glad you understand. It's
just that I do like it but I want to know why others don't."
     "How do you know that the others don't?" she asked.
     Stumped for a moment, I stammered, "Well, I guess I just sort of
thought because you tie me all the time......"
     "Oh, Nola," Natashia began, "being tied is only half of bondage;
someone has to do the tying."
     So I asked, "Do you enjoy being spanked, Natashia?"
     She blinked, then blushed, "Not really. It was my father who
started spanking me when mom wasn't around. And his brother, Uncle
Jeremy and the Reverend Harvard."
     I thought about that for a few minutes. Her father was a big fat
man, easily weighing about three hundred. His brother, Natashia's uncle,
was really old. He was short and fat. The minister at the church was
really creepy. I don't know how she could stand getting it from those
guys.
     We sat for several more minutes, then Natashia asked, "You want to
be tied up?"
     "Right now?" I asked.
     Natashia laughed, "Go and get dressed like yesterday. I'll call
Paul."
     I went to my room and decided to be really daring so I put on my
bikini bathing suit bottom with my T-shirt. And, of course, no bra.
     Natashia was on the phone when I came back downstairs. She hung up
and said, "He'll meet us at Lim's!"
                                 * * *
     Paul pulled my hands behind my back and tied them. He then tied my
feet together and pulled them against the tree. He used another rope to
tie my feet to the base of the tree.
     The next part was really tough on me. He attached a long rope to my
tied wrists and threw the other end over one of the branches. Then he
started to pull my arms up, forcing me to bend over with my head
touching the tree. He pulled my arms up backwards until I groaned, then
he tied the end of the rope to the tree. Next he tied my bare breasts
just like he did yesterday.
     "And what do you think of that?" he asked.
     This was definitely a terrifying experience. My body was secured
and it was pulling against itself. Yet, even as I considered his
question, I experienced that same feeling between my legs.
     "It's definitely different," I managed to say with some strain.
"I've never been in anything like this before."
     There was silence for a couple minutes as I tried to get used to
this new bondage position.
     "Too much?" It was Lim's voice.
     "Nooo, I can handle it," I said.  Then I blurted out without
thinking, "Are you all enjoying the view?"
     I knew the view I was giving Paul. That's why he tied me that way.
I was, bent over, my legs apart, my arms pulled up backward and my
buttocks lewdly displayed in the skimpy bikini bottom with my breasts
bare.
     Paul giggled, "It's one of my favourites, although you should be
all nude."
     "All nude?" I gasped.
     "Yeah," he replied, somewhat reluctantly, as if she had said more
than he wanted to say. Paul swatted my behind, saying, "Yes, nothing
else. At least nothing else that would cover this." He spanked my
buttocks again.
     This frightened me, but the feeling in my crotch was building and
I decided to concentrate on that.
     It happened again. It was an incredible experience. Different than
the first time. This time I couldn't move at all. All I could do was
pant and groan and whimper.
     After it was over, Natashia asked, "Was it good?" I smiled and
nodded, so she continued, "Now you just stay there for a while and let
yourself feel some really tight bondage."
     I really did feel the strain. I kept trying to straighten out my
legs, but, of course, I couldn't. I didn't have any more orgasms but I
enjoyed my feeling of helplessness.
     Natashia asked if I wanted to be untied.
     "No, not just yet. I can take it," I replied.
     "Well, that's good!" continued Natashia, "Because you don't get
released until we've had our fun."
     I answered, "Well, you guys do what you want.
     I was untied but the ropes were not removed from my wrists or
ankles; and, after a few minutes of stretching, Paul told me to take off
my bikini pants.
