


     I'm sure that you're sick and tired of these notices authors of
     Horror/Terror/S&M and non-consensual sex stories have been putting
     at the top of their files. But just in case you aren't, here's
     another one:




                     WARNING!  WARNING!  WARNING!

     THIS STORY CONTAINS HORROR/TERROR/S&M AND NON-CONSENSUAL SEX
             IF YOU DON"T LIKE THIS SHIT - DON'T READ IT!

                  This is a work of fantasy fiction. 

     All the characters and events portrayed in this story are
     fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is
     purely coincidental.

                            END OF WARNING                              Nola89.txt

                             "The Trolls"
                            "By Curt Strap"

                               Chapter 1

     Nola had found a job with no training other than practice teaching,
in spite of what her so-called friends speculated. Well, guess what,
guys? You are not always right after all. Even a thirty-eight-year old
mature student right out of university can get a job!
     It was not a regular school and definitely not what she wanted but
it was better than nothing. It might even prove interesting. Special
education was not exactly her specialty but who could tell. Anyway, for
now, she had a job that would pay the bills.
     Although the private school's grounds were fair, the buildings
desperately needed repair. Nola's personal quarters were spartan. The
beige walls had not painted in years and were riddled with cracks. The
faucets gave only a trickle of water and the drapes were faded and torn.
Her tiny cubicle, had one window, a small, limp bed, a mismatched
bureau, a table and a chair.
     It was really spooky, especially at night. The window sash behind
the drapes would rattle in the slightest breeze. That door across from
her bed, the defunct door to what she'd been told was a storage room,
she did not like too much. They so buried it in ancient paint that its
hinges were obscure and its plugged up keyhole was merely a depression.
That door was impossible to budge. All the same, it made her uneasy.
     Her first day was endless. She had wondered more than once if she
had what it took to make it, and she'd fallen in bed exhausted. That
scene in the auditorium was appalling. The door flew open and a rush of
students, dozens of odd-looking men and women, charged her. They stared,
grinned and drooled, while shaking her arm as they said hello. Then the
dining room disaster, the squealing and moaning, the waving of fingers,
the food falling out of slack mouths, all made her stomach churn. Still,
she was getting used to it. 
     Now, as she watched two patients walk by, she smiled thinking of
her fear in the gym. She recognized them as the Down's syndrome couple.
The man acted no more than ten. He moved clumsily and slowly and talked
in a halting way. He was not like any ten-year-old she had ever met. The
woman had milky white skin and silky straight hair, large hands, splayed
feet, and a smile that frightened and repulsed rather than welcomed.
     The population consisted of mostly middle-aged people and several
old-timers. One man was eighty-eight. He had lived here for sixty years.
The old guy was weird, but nice. However, not all the students were
pleasant. Some, Nola just could not relate to or even accept.
     Like Jason, who was sitting at the table near the window. She
watched him shovelling down his food like a pig. His nose was long, his
mouth was wide, his eyes were small and sharp. She had him in morning
activities class. So far, he had done nothing at all in that class,
shown no interest in anything: puzzles, ceramics, drawing.
     Jenny was another one. She was in afternoon activities, and could
have passed for Jason's sister. She had the same pointed nose, huge
mouth and same sour attitude.
                                 * * *
     Jason frowned. His eyebrows, black and bushy, formed a solid
unbroken line. His eyes were deep-set, tiny, dark.
     "How about making a cake," Nola asked the reluctant man.
     She pulled a chair over, sat in front of him, and placed some clay
on his desk. He regarded it sourly, eyebrows furrowed. "Now, watch me,
watch what I do," Nola said. She kneaded the clay, then pulled it apart,
and shaped the outline of a cake. "See, now you try."
     He glared at the figure, retracted his upper lip, showing pointed
teeth and tore the clay figure apart and squashed it flat. He stared at
Nola defiantly.
     "No, that is not good," she said. "I want you to make something,
not destroy it."
     He just kept staring at her hard. Deciding not to press the issue,
she stood and left him sitting alone.                                Chapter 2

     She spoke to the school's Director, an old man, at least seventy,
maybe more. "I was wondering about Jason and Jenny. What kind of
syndrome are they?"
     "Syndrome?" he said.
     Nola blushed. "They look so much alike. I thought . . . I figured
they were a syndrome. Some others look like them, too. Don't you think?"
     "They do?" he said. "I never noticed any resemblance. However, now
that you mention it . . . Hmm. Interesting observation. Yet no syndrome,
as far as I know."
     Nola looked at the table that stood near the kitchen door, where
Jason and Jenny sat at opposite ends. They were both quite short, about
four feet tall, but extremely fat yet solid-looking. They had dark furry
eyebrows and long snout-like noses, huge hands, could not talk . . . She
looked at two others, who couldn't talk either. All four of them could
have been siblings, and that other one, what was his name again?
     It certainly seemed like a syndrome to her and Nola suddenly
thought, wouldn't it be something? If she discovered a brand-new
syndrome?
     The Director said. "Now, that one over there. She is a Treacher-
Collins. Note the narrow, pinched face. The palate is very high and
arched, resulting in nasal speech. The syndrome does not affect
intelligence often, but in her case, it does."
     She looked around and saw another one. Another one, absolutely, and
the Director had never seen the resemblance? Weird. Then she saw Jason.
     He was not eating. He sat quietly, his arms hanging down at his
sides as around him the others swallowed and chewed, his thick single
eyebrow frowning. Glaring at her, at Nola. Yes, frowning at her.
     That night she woke out of a dreadful nightmare and sat straight up
in her bed. She listened, cold sweat on her skin.
     She heard it again. It had been in her dream, but it was real. A
scream, far off somewhere. It stopped. She lay still, scarcely
breathing, as again it rose into the night. Nola heard a pathetic
faraway voice pleading. "No! Please! No!"
     She got up, went to the window and parted the drapes. The night was
totally black, without any moon. She could barely distinguish the
pathways snaking across the lawn. No movement, nobody, and no sound.
     She sat on the bed, her heart beating wildly. She took a deep
breath, let it out. Somebody coughed somewhere. Nola stared at the door
to the hall, then looked at the door to the storage room. She finally
lay down again, pulling the sheet up, and after a while, she slept
again, but not well.
                                 * * *
     "Did you hear the screaming last night?"
     The woman rolled her dark brown eyes. "These folks have a nightmare
and they go off the deep end. They think dreams are real. I guess, like
those primitive tribes?"
     "They were having a rough time, whoever they were."
     "I'll say. It is that kind of stuff that gets you. I guess if you
are here long enough, you can sleep right through it. To tell you the
truth, though, I do not want to be here that long."
                                 * * *
     Nola's morning went poorly. Two students argued about a book. They
flushed and sprayed spit as they tossed mispronounced words at each
other. Jason who had been sullen all morning grinned at this; then
laughed with a series of short loud grunts.
     So that is what turns him on, Nola thought. A fight.
     Exposing his jagged teeth, Jason laughed again.
     "Jason, it is not funny," Nola said sharply.
     Jason continued to grin. Nola glared at him, hands on her hips.
     A piece of paper floated off a desk and landed beside Jason's
chair. "I will get it," Nola said and leaned over; was rising again when
she felt a sharp pinch on her arm. "Jason!"
     His grin was huge. "That is not funny!" Nola said. "Not at all! We
do not pinch people here!"
     Jason's grin dissolved. His eyes grew dark.
     Pure hatred shone in those eyes, Nola thought, and she took a step
backward saying, "You do anything like that again, I will report you to
the Principal or maybe the Director, you understand?"
     He continued to scowl, and she suddenly wondered: Did he
understand? After all, he could not talk . . .  The other students
looked away, at the floor, or at their desks, with sheepish eyes.
     Nola avoided looking at Jason again, and thought of Diane, who had
already quit after only a month at this place. A month could be a long
time when you had to face Jason and Jenny every day, she thought. A real
long time.
                                 * * *
     They were some kind of syndrome.  She was sure of it. Jason, Jenny,
Billy, Paul, Rob, John and Roland. They looked alike and acted alike;
stubborn, surly and sometimes downright cruel. She had seen them
deliberately trip other students. Jenny had shoved a young girl into the
drinking fountain, cutting her lower lip.
     Nola wanted to check their files, their medical records, but that
was forbidden; administration alone had access. What else could you
expect from a place that would not even tell you your students' last
names. Confidentiality is paramount at the school, Jeremy Dysan had told
her.
     Denied the records, she spent three nights in the school's clammy
library, searching the ponderous volumes on disability, but found no
pictures that looked like Jason or the others. Maybe she was onto
something new. If so, she would not call it any tongue twister. What
about Nola Syndrome? Or maybe Troll Syndrome. For that is what they
looked like, those mythical, evil elves. Troll Syndrome, yes indeed.
                                 * * *
     "Jenny? Are you kidding?" Sarah said, placing her cup in its
saucer. "She has done nothing in class for the whole three weeks I've
been teaching. Nothing!"
     "Same here," Nola said, nodding. "I just cannot motivate her.
Anything I showed her, she refused even to try."
     "She pinched me once," Pat said, and widened her big blue eyes.
     "Jason pinched me," Nola said, "but Jenny has not tried it yet."
     "She will." Pat said. "She likes to pinch, to hurt!"
     "Jason." Sarah said. "I am glad I do not have him. He gives me the
creeps."
     "Jenny does not?"
     "Well, yeah, she does, but not as bad as Jason!"
     Nola shrugged. "They all give me the creeps. They are a syndrome.
They have to be. I mean, look at their faces, the way they behave, their
lack of speech. They all make that sickening grunting noise."
     "Isn't it gross?" Sarah said.
     Nola said in a soft voice. "I call them trolls."
     Sarah and Pat giggled.
     "I know," Nola said, "it is not professional, it is downright
nasty, in fact, but these folks are not nice."
                                 * * *
     "I feel like I'm being watched all the time."
     Pat frowned. "By Jeremy?"
     "Yeah, by Jeremy," Sarah said, "but not only by Jeremy!"
     "Yes, I know what you mean," Nola said, "I feel it, too. I've felt
it ever since I first came here. I thought it was probably just me."
     "It is not just you," Pat said.
     Jennifer said, "No, I have been here for less than a week and I
feel it too."
     They were silent for a moment.
                                 * * *
     As they passed the storage building, Pat said, "My God, it smells
putrid out here."
     Sarah wrinkled her nose. "Yeah, what is that, the sewage system?"
     "Whatever it is, I wish they would fix it . . . fast!"
     The stench made Nola fell ill. As the four of them crossed to the
schoolhouse, the feeling that Sarah had talked about, that feeling of
being watched, came over Nola. Then she saw why. Far off, on the hill
behind the Library, stood Jason, his thick arms at his sides. He was
staring right at her. She tried to deny what she felt, that quick stab
of fear. His eyes locked onto hers and stayed, and a chill went over her
spine. Unable to bear his gaze, she turned away.
                                 * * *
     That evening, on her way to the Library, she looked at the hill
where Jason had stood staring. On the crest, she saw Jenny walking with
a young girl. Yet not just walking, prodding her with a stick, poking at
the child, herding her along. The child turned occasionally and
expressed a protest, lost at this distance and then submitted again.
     Bullies, Nola said to herself. Bullies, all of them. She started up
the hill to intervene but could not see them when she reached the crest.                               Chapter 3

     As soon as Jenny had the little girl over the crest of the hill and
knew she could not be seen, she struck the girl hard across the
buttocks. "Now, little lady, we're going to meet the guys and your cute
daddy's teachers won't be able to help you!"
     "Please don't hurt me, please." Tashia begged pitifully, bringing
giggling laughter from the repulsive female troll.
     "You're gonna hurt a lot, little girl," she taunted the kid.
                                 * * *
     "Let her see you, guys," Jenny said. 
     Surrounding Tashia, naked, nauseating shapes came into the light.
Tashia head turned, staring at the leering half-human, half ape-like
ghouls. Monstrous, oozing erections immediately drew her terrified eyes.
     "What are you going to do," she whimpered as the tears started
flowing down her pretty, innocent face. 
     "Guess, honey. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He
slapped her hard. "You ever been kissed little girl?"
     "N . . . no!" 
     "Well, then. It's time for your first kiss, girlie," he said still
gripping her hair. She terrified child sealed her mouth against the
horrid, smelly fat thing that forced a kiss on her unwilling lips. His
slimy tongue sought entrance to the wet softness of the girl's mouth.
     "Let's all give her one," he said.
     Horror filled the girl as another troll grabbed her hair and forced
a hideous drool-kiss on her. His disgusting, putrid breath repulsed her.
Another man, who smelled like alcohol and reeking sweat took his place.
Again and again foul half-men grabbed and kissed the horrified child.
     "How did you like your first kiss, little girl." Jason inquired,
smiling. "Now the real fun begins. Strip her down boys." he ordered in
a cruel voice.
     Tashia screamed as hands grabbed her blouse and ripped it off her
struggling body. They tore off her training bra, her skirt and her
panties. They stripped off her shoes and socks while she thrashed,
uselessly trying to free herself.
     Hands searched her. Jason squeezed her nipples and hands slid
between her legs. A calloused finger found Tashia's pussy and poked her
several times. The punishing finger slid out only to be replaced by
another. Misshaped fingers with ragged nails plundered her virgin cunt.
     Jason knelt behind her. His loathsome, probing tongue licked her
buttocks. He forced her ass-cheeks apart and pressed his greasy mouth to
her anus. His tongue drove its way inside. Another hideous, rancid beast
tongued her labia and searched between them until he found her clitoris.
Paul opened her mouth with his hands, then sucked on her tongue and
licked the inside of her mouth with his thick, vile tongue.
     "Help!" Tashia cried as she struggled futilely against oral rape.
     "Shut up baby-slut!" Jason punched her hard in the stomach. 
                                 * * *
     As Tashia struggled to her feet, she saw an opening. She dashed for
freedom, but one of the ape-like men tripped her. She fell hard.
     "Going somewhere, cunt!" Jason grabbed her hair. He dragged her
back into the circle and forced her to the floor. Tashia lay whimpering.
     "Please let me go, please." She begged as she examined her captors
through wet tears. Tashia saw that they were enjoying her suffering!
     "On your feet, girl-bitch!" Jason grabbed her arm and jerked Tashia
to her feet. She cried out and tried to run again. This time, two evil
brutes grabbed her. As their sweaty hands fondled her nakedness, she
broke away again, but just ran into other clutching hands.
     "Work the cunt over." Jason snarled.
     Tashia saw his clenched teeth. She realized, in hopeless terror
that the beast-man had no compassion.
     He threw the naked preteen to the fiends. Hands grabbed tiny tits
and slapped exposed bare flesh hard. Tashia escaped again, running a
gauntlet of punishing hands. However, just when she reached the door, a
fist buried in her stomach. She crumbled when another punch landed on
her jaw, knocking the dazed girl on her back.
     "How does it feel cutie?" Jason snarled ruthlessly.
     "Please, please let me go, please," Tashia whined. Jason looked
into her young face sneering a twisted smile of sadistic pleasure.
     "We'll let you go . . . maybe. But first you're going to have a few
hours of pure hell," he growled. "Hurt this pretty pussy, guys. Hurt her
bad!" Jason panted. 
     Hands held both arms as fingers slid over her tits and between her
legs. Fingers penetrated her pussy then one found and penetrated
Tashia's anus. She cried out as the rough finger stretched her asshole.
     "She doesn't like to have things in her ass!" 
     Tashia was afraid to think about what they meant!
     "I said, hurt her!" Jason shouted and whacked her face. Blood
started running from her nose.
     "Yeah, make her bleed!"  
     "Spank her cute little ass!" 
     "Hurt the little cunt!" 
     "Fuck her ass!"
     Guttural voices uttered cruel, foul taunts.
     "Take this, bitch!" growled Paul and punched Tashia in the stomach.
     The child clutched her stomach, but hands pulled her arms away and
another hell-demon punched her, then a third. Billy grabbed her nipple
and twisted it. They all took turns torturing Tashia's nipples. Still
trying to catch her breath, the child-victim could only squeal as they
inflicted terrible anguish on her tender young nipples. They swelled
rapidly. Blood dripped off her chin from her bleeding nose as her head
drooped to her chest.
     "Please . . . please," the hurt child gasped.
     "She said please! You heard it! Work over that little ass, guys,"
he ordered and stepped behind the trembling, nude preteen.
     The trolls twisting Tashia's girl-tits pulled her forward. Jason
laughed at the sight of her stretched little tits as the beast-men
yanked on her swollen nipples until she was bent over.
     "Please stop. PLEASE!" 
     "Beg, little girl, beg!" Jason spat and slapped her bare ass.
     Quickly hands join in. Jason spanked her severely until his arm
tired. Then Paul worked on the child's ass. Trolls held her arms so she
couldn't escape. In desperation, Tashia tired to withdraw her slender
hips from the ass-spanking assault by dropping to her knees.
     "I'll fix that, child-whore," Jason snapped and reached for her
sex. 
     Tashia clenched her legs together. 
     "Spread her legs," he ordered. 
     Eager hands grabbed Tashia's thighs and pulled them apart. Jason
seized the exposed clitoris and jerked on it. Her knees straightened and
her ass surged back. Tashia stood bent over again.
     "NO, PLEASE!" 
     The trolls started spanking her ass again. Tashia's ass-cheeks
glowed red and welts marred the once pale flesh.
     "No, please! Oh, god!  Please! Please . . . stoooop!" She groaned,
her voice trembling, whimpering out her suffering to heartless ears. 
     "She said the please word again, guys," he said smiling and turned
Tashia's red, tear streaked face toward them. "She's crying for all of
us. Look at her cute little face! Cry, little girl, cry!" he grunted.
     He punched Tashia in the stomach again. As she gasped for air, the
men pulled her head back to look at her face. 
     "What a cute little honey." Paul exclaimed. "We're going to hurt
you so bad, little girl, so bad." 
     "Please stop, please." Tashia begged. Her lips and chin trembled.
Constant pain engulfed her, as fingers pinched and violently twisted her
nipples, as scourging hands attacked her throbbing ass.
     "Welcome to Troll hell, little girl," Jason said with a sadistic
snarl and grabbed her aching nose, squeezing the bruised flesh.
     "NOOO! PLEEEEASE!" Tashia screamed. 
                                 * * *
     Freakish trolls cruelly hurt the child. 
     "Please . . . no . . . oh, god . . . !" 
     "She begs real nice, doesn't she?"
                                 * * *
     They dragged the terrified, naked, young girl to the horizontal bar
bolted between two posts and forced her over it, face-down. They tied
her ankles wide-apart to ring bolts in the floor, pulled Tashia's arms
out, then secured them to another set of bolts. 
     Jason pulled her head up. "How does it feel, little girl?"
     "Please, stop. I . . . can't take . . . anymore." Tashia's voice
broke into sobs as she cried out her torment. 
     "Can't take anymore?" Jason announced. "Too bad, cunt. We like to
rape and torture worthless little pussies like you."
     The trolls responded with merciless laughter. 
     Tashia knew that she was in the clutches of monsters. 
     "Show her how much she really can take!" Jason ordered.
     Suddenly something snaked across Tashia's bare ass and the
unbearable pain made her scream. She turned her head and groaned in
despair. She saw horrid beasts swinging straps, whips, belts, canes and
paddles. Perverted smiles exposed broken, rotten teeth .
     "Noooo! Noooo!" Tashia shrieked, violently shaking her head.
     "Beat her. Beat the worthless little cunt!" Jason commanded.
     A hissing belt delivered a vicious, mind-bending blow.
     "OH GOD! NOOO!" Tashia screamed.
     Leather struck her back, choking off her scream as the flailing tip
wrapped around her body and tore at her nipples. A studded paddle lashed
her ass while a belt ravaged her thighs. 
     Tashia jerked and thrashed under the punishing blows, unable to
even scream. Her breath came in ragged gasps. The girl's muscles
strained in response to the continuous attack. The heavy paddle ravaged
her already tortured ass. It punched again and again, drawing blood. A
vicious blow from a cane cut her ass and followed up by lashing across
her back. A cat-o-nine tails with knotted leather strands hissed,
striping her buttocks and thighs.
     She could not even imagine pain this extreme before. Her head
thrashed every time a belt or strap beat her body. Blows rained down on
her defenceless body for what seems like an eternity. They beat her
until their arms tired, then rested before working the naked preteen
again. They giggled as they beat her, mouthing foul obscenities.
     "Take that, little cunt!" 
     "Scream girlie-pussy!"
     "How does your red-hot ass feel!" 
     "Cry, you fucking cunt!" 
     "Bleed, little girl, bleed for us!" 
     "Suffer, kid, suffer!" 
     "Does it hurt, girlie?" 
     "How do you like troll-hell, cunt-girl?"
     "Beat her ass raw!" 
     "Make her scream!" 
     "Cry little girl" 
     "Beg, bitch, beg!" 
                                 * * *
     "DADDY!" Tashia screamed, madness claiming her body.
     "She wants her daddy!" Jenny announced. "I'm going to get your
daddy," she growled. "I'm going to made him tongue-fuck my ass." 
                                 * * *
     "Get ready, bitch!" Jason snarled as he pushed his slimy cock
against Tashia's tight, little, virgin asshole. "I'm going to rape your
cherry ass." His cold, cruel voice horrified the tethered preteen.
     "No, please," she whimpered.
     "It's going up your ass, kid!" He forced his disgusting huge organ
into her asshole.
     She screamed when the muscles tore. She started to bleed.
     "You're ass-fucked now little girl!" He pulled back and slammed
into Tashia's ass again. "Beat the bitch!" he shouted.
     The weapons of torture rained down on her already battered body.
     "NO . . . PLEASE! OH GOD! NOOOO! . . . NO MORE! NO MORE! . . . I
CAN'T STAND ANYMORE! . . . IT HURTS! IT HURTS!  PLEASE STOP!" 
     Tashia screamed and begged uselessly. The animal pounded her while
others lashed her agonized body. The paddle cracked, followed by the
cane. Her body convulsed as she pulled desperately at her restraints.
She screamed and begged, to the delight of the perverted audience.
     "Beg, you little cunt, beg," the rapist mumbled as he rammed his
prick in her ass mercilessly. "I'm going to cum in your ass, bitch. How
does it feel to have a man's cock in your ass little girl. How do you
like your first ass fucking? Bet I just beat your daddy to it!" 
     "It hurts, it hurts!" 
     "Here it comes kid! I'm cumming in your baby-girl ass. YEAH!" he
shouted and slowed his pace, shooting foul slime in Tashia's ass.
     Finally, he relaxed. They stopped beating her. 
                                 * * *
     "Next!" 
     "NOOO! NOT AGAIN!" 
     "You're going to take us all, little girl! Over and over!" Jason
sneered. "Wreck her ass!"
     Disgusting troll-cocks penetrated her. 
                                 * * *
     "You thought that was bad," Jason giggled as he pulled Tashia's
head up to look at her terrified face. "You ain't felt nothing yet,
chickie!" Burn the kid!" he ordered.
     "NOOOO, DON'T BURN ME! PLEASE! PLEASE! DON'T! NOOOOOO!"  Tashia
screamed as they brought the lighted matches closer. She tugged at the
ropes holding her, hysterical with terror and anticipation.
     "NOOOOOOOOOO!" The monster fucking her ass touched his match to her
nipple. Her body convulsed as her scream choked in her throat.
     Matches start touching Tashia all over as her attackers giggled in
sadistic pleasure. She thrashed violently trying to catch her breath.
She exhaled short breaths, screaming out her hurt. The pain was
unendurable, but she couldn't do anything to stop the inhuman sadists.
     "Burn, little girl, burn!" The deformed rapist snarled as he ass-
fucked the girl while the others burned her without mercy.
     "How does it feel, honey! Burn, girlie, burn!" The devils taunted
her as they burned her. 
     Tashia exploded into a thrashing frenzy. The troll pumped her again
and again, shooting foul ejaculate in her ass, enjoying the wild ride.
For an eternity their fire singed her flesh until, finally, the rapist
finished assaulting the jerking, gasping and screaming young girl.
                                 * * *  
     "Get ready for some hell little girl!" the hellish creature growled
as he walked around the preteen.
     "NO! PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING!"
     "Of course you will, girlie! Everything we want!" 
     Tashia's ass became the centre of volcanic pain as the biting cane
burned into writhing ass flesh. Her body convulsed. Short squeals
escaped between desperate gasps for air until the abuse finally brought
the mercy of unconsciousness.                               Chapter 4

     Shouts woke Nola out of another disturbing dream. She could hear
the words plainly; "Please! Please! Oh, no, my God, No!"
     It sounded like a woman's voice. Yet maybe it was not. Some male
students' voices were almost falsetto and some women were baritones.
     The struggling sound she had heard that other time began again and
the screaming stopped. Nola lay on her side, hunched up, and stared at
the wall, at the door to the storage room, unable to sleep. 
                                 * * *
     Her heart gave a sharp twist as she said, "Okay, Jason, your turn."
     Jason had stood apart on the sidelines as the others had swung.
Now, craning his muscular neck toward Nola he laughed!
     "Your turn," Nola said again, puzzled. "Come on, you will like it."
     Jason nodded, his thick grin huge and gross. He went to the swing
and sat down.Nola positioned herself behind him. "Hold tight," she said,
and pushed.
     His back was as hard and compact as stone, and her fingers
recoiled. When again she made contact, he laughed with a bark-like
grunt, and she said with a shiver. "Jason likes his turn, don't you,
Jason?"
     More grunting sounds escaped his compressed lips. The others looked
at him indirectly, appearing to cringe.
     "Jason likes his turn?" Beth said. Jason nodded heartily, laughing
and grunting.
     Nola backed away, the feel of Jason's loathsome flesh on her
fingers, tingling. He slowed and stopped, sat grinning a minute, then
stood up and pointed at Nola.
     She frowned. "My turn?" she said. "You want me to swing?"
     Jason nodded enthusiastically.
     "Well, okay," Nola said. She sat on the seat.
     Jason went behind her and started to push. The feel of his hands on
her back made her shoulder blades crawl. Still, this was amazing! She
was actually breaking through to Jason. She was actually going to have
some rapport with him.
     She went higher and higher. Jason pushed. Now she was going
uncomfortably high and she said, "Okay, Jason, that is enough." He
ignored her, kept pushing. She was high up over the top of the bar now,
moving with frightening speed. "Jason! Stop!" she cried, but he pushed
again. Her next descent, she scraped her shoes hard on the dirt and the
swing spun sideways, crazily, twisting, and went up again, crooked, she
braked again. The swing at last stopped.
     Jason was laughing without any sound, his mouth a black pit.
     "No," Nola said, getting up from the seat. "That was not funny.
That was not funny at all."
     Jason's expression went sullen. He stood leaning forward, his arms
at his sides, his hands in a tight curl. He retracted his lip, showing
crooked, sharp teeth; then grinned again, and slowly began to walk away.
                                 * * *
     Somebody was in the storage room.
     Nola rolled over in bed. The clock's red numbers said two-sixteen.
In the feeble light, she could make out that door in the wall, and a
fear of it suddenly opening seized her.
     No, that could not happen. They painted it shut, sealed tight.
     She listened intently to intermittent murmuring she could not
understand. What in the world were they doing at this hour?
     Nola heard the creak of the storage room's hallway door, then
footsteps descending the stairs. They were leaving, whoever they were.
A silent space followed, then Nola heard them again, outside. She left
the bed and went to the window. She cautiously lifted the shade.
     The moon was a pale green slit in the inky sky. She heard more
indecipherable words, then saw three shadows huddled together beside the
vine-choked porch. The shadows moved off in different directions and
Nola saw how short they were.
     Three trolls! She squinted at the dark. Three trolls! One was
Jason! Her heart leapt to her throat, and the shadow she thought was
Jason turned and looked at her window.
     She pulled away quickly, pressing her back to the wall. Had he seen
her? Her breath was loud in the still, small room. She waited awhile,
then risked a quick glance outside again. They were gone.
     Three trolls, she thought, and they were talking.
                                 * * *
     "She is gone?" Nola said. "Just like that, without saying goodbye?"
     Sarah shrugged. "It looks that way."
     "I thought we were her friends."
     "I thought so too."
     "You are not going to leave like that, I hope," Nola asked Sarah.
     "Of course not."
     "I would like us still to be friends, on the outside, I mean!"
     "You made this place sound like a prison." Sarah said, smiling.
     "Well, sometimes, I feel like it is a prison," Nola said. She
frowned. "So Pat is gone."
     "I guess." Sarah's voice went soft, as if she were afraid.
They looked at each other thoughtfully and then started to laugh.
                                 * * *
     A tremendous crash in the storage room sent her jolting awake with
a gasp. Pressing the sheet against her breasts, she listened, her eyes
on the sharp streak of moonlight dividing the wall.
     The hoot of an owl in the distance, and that was all. She waited,
and then, once her heart had slowed, put her head on the pillow again.
As she stared at the wall, at the sickly light, at that ghostly painted-
shut door, her body began to shake. An hour went by before she could
sleep, and her sleep was troubled and thin.
                                 * * *
     "I heard it too," Sarah said, as they crossed the lawn.
     "It scared me to death," Nola said.
     "Me, too," Sarah said.
                                 * * *
     The little blond girl in class looked terrible.
     Her right eye was swollen and dark, and her forearms were covered
with bruises. Nola went with her into the hallway.
     "Who hit you? Who did this to you?"
     "N . . . nobody!" The child spoke with a shake of her head.
     "Nobody hit you? What happened, then?"
     "Fall down," the pretty preteen said. "Fall down really badly."
     "Look at me," Nola said, taking her chin. "Look at me now and tell
the truth. Did Jenny do this to you? I saw you with her last night!"
     "No!" she insisted. "Fall down!"
     "Okay," Nola said, sighing, taking her hand from the child's face.
"Okay, well, I am sorry you hurt yourself."
     "Thank You," the child answered. Tears filled her pale blue eyes.
                                 * * *
     Nola knew that the young girl was the daughter of the principal,
Jeremy Dysan, and that she was perfectly normal. Why was she condemned
to this hellhole with the retards? Surely her father could afford to
send her to a real school. She would bring that up to the Principal at
the first opportunity.
                                 * * *
     Jeremy leaned back in his leather chair. 
     Nola stared at the handsome six-footer. She knew that he had been
a college basketball star and potential professional material until an
unfortunate accident ended his career. He had fine, delicate features,
a trim athletic body and fine blond hair. She knew every female teacher
secretly coveted him.
     "You wanted to speak to me?" His pleasant voice intrigued her.
     "It is about Jason and Jenny," Nola said, lust stirring inside her.
     "Oh?" Jeremy's eyebrows went up.
     "They harass the other residents. They physically harm them."
     Pursing his lips and frowning, Jeremy said, "Miss Augustine, that
cannot be true. The houseparents would have brought it to our
attention."
     "It is true. I have seen it. I believe Jenny has harmed your
daughter. Have you seen her, the bruises . . . ?"
     "She fell!" Jeremy responded angrily. "I saw it happen. The campus
doctor treated her. This is all a figment of your imagination!" Jeremy
swivelled a quarter turn in his chair. With a tone of impatience, he
said, "Jason and Jenny are two of our oldest students, Miss Augustine,
and very good citizens."
     Nola felt her jaw tighten up. "Another thing, they talk."
     "They do?" Jeremy Dysan asked.
     "They certainly do. I heard them!"
     Looking incredulous, Jeremy said, "Now that is something. They have
had years of help with their speech without success, or so we thought.
You have heard them talk? When was that?"
     "Two nights ago," Nola said. "They were standing outside my
window."
     "At night?" His tone echoed scepticism.
     "At night. It was late, very late, after two in the morning. First
they were in the storage room, then they went outside."
     The Principal tilted his head. "Now what in the world would they
want in the storage room? At that late hour?"
     "I have not the slightest idea," Nola said. "All I know is that
they were, and I know that they hurt other students . . . and your
daughter . . .
     Jeremy Dysan interrupted. "I am sorry you do not like the work,
Miss Augustine."
     Stunned, Nola said. "Mr. Dysan, that's not it. I do like the work.
It is very rewarding. Most of my students are wonderful; it is just
these few who spoil things."
     Jeremy shrugged. "Students are sometimes difficult. We are a
special school, after all, but dealing with that is part of a teacher's
job."
     "I do not mean difficult," Nola said. "I mean malicious."
     "Most of our teachers learn to manage." Dysan said.
     Nola's skin went hot. "Most?" she said. "Is that why your turnover
rate's so high?"
     Jeremy paused, his expression perfectly bland, then said. "We want
you to be happy, Miss Augustine. We want you to be successful."
     "Thanks ever so much," Nola said, and she got up and left the room.                               Chapter 5

     The screams tore her sleep apart and she lay rigid curled on her
side toward the painted-shut door in the wall. "Please! No!" she heard,
so thin and distant, pitiful. She thought that it was Sarah screaming!
That was Sarah's voice! No, no, she told herself, it was not, it could
not have been! Yet the thought made her cold. She clutched the covers,
shivering, till the room's tall window filled with morning night.
                                 * * *
     Sarah was not at the breakfast table.
     "She quit," said Linda, a new houseparent.
     Quit? Without saying goodbye? She had promised she would not do
that. She would not do that. Nola knew that she would not do that.
                                 * * *
     She fumbled her way through the day. Through all she did, she
remembered those screams, those forlorn screams in the night.
                                 * * *
     At supper, she slipped the table knife into her purse before she
went to her room. She sat on the bed and looked at the opposite wall, at
that door to the storage room. It had not been Sarah's voice, she told
herself. It had just been a student, a student having a dream. Sarah and
Pat and Diane had quit and so had the others.
     She took the knife out of her purse and went to the storage room
door. They plugged the keyhole with a filler as hard as stone. Nola
attacked it, twisting the knife's blunt nose, spilling grains of filler,
the colour of sawdust, onto the floor.
     For over an hour, she worked with the knife as the light in the
window died. Hurry! Nola urged herself. She had to finish before it got
dark, while she could see into that room.
                                 * * *                               Chapter 6

     The stone wall covered with chains and manacles stunned Nola's
senses. A rack positioned in the corner contained whips of every
description. A strange sensation crept through her body and she
swallowed hard. This was a bad place, a tableau from a book of the
dammed, a torture chamber that held the remains of her friends.
     Dominating the cellar room was a single vertical post, about eight
feet high. Horizontal to and approximately one foot from the ceiling was
a cross-member that formed a cross just like that used, Nola remembered
from the Bible in Biblical times. At each end of the crossbar hung
manacles that encased the wrists of the young, beautiful Sarah.
     Firm, naked breasts jutted obscenely from her bare body and long,
slender legs were spread apart. They chained her ankles to anchors in
the floor. The bound young woman had long hair that hung well below her
shoulders, hair so blond that it was almost invisible against her creamy
complexion. The woman breathed heavily and a thin sheen of perspiration
made her flesh glisten in the bright light. Her buttocks were firm and
muscular. 
     Jason selected a long slender cane from the rack. He flexed it to
show its suppleness, then took a position behind and to the right of the
girl. He swung the cane through the air several times. The girl visibly
tensed at the sound and her eyes grew large as she prepared herself for
the pain that was surely to follow.
     The troll tapped Sarah on her buttocks several times and then drew
back and hit her with all of his strength. Sarah's body surged forward
and a guttural sound came from deep inside her throat. She shook her
head frantically as the manacles holding her wrists rattled. The beast
repeated his routine, before lashing out at her with all of his fury.
Again Sarah surged forward and a cry escaped from her lips as the pain
permeated her body. She sweated profusely and her body shook violently.
     Nola gasped when she saw the livid welts that crossed Sarah's
buttocks. The physical torture the woman was enduring outraged Nola. As
the girl's body settled quietly, it amazed Nola to see that her nipples
had grown hard and jutted forward from her breasts; an obvious sign of
her arousal. 
                                 * * *
     Jason waited patiently for his prisoner to recover. 
     Sarah looked down at him with eyes filled with terror. Tears ran
down her cheeks as she swallowed hard.
     Jason began to thrash Sarah's body with wild abandon, delivering
blow after blow of the cane across her back, her buttocks and her
thighs. In moments, he had Sarah screaming at the top of her lungs, her
head thrown back in despair. For several long minutes, he continued to
lash the young woman unmercifully, until she lost consciousness.
                                 * * *
     Paul joined Jason. He held a whip; a long slender shaft of leather,
much like a buggy whip.
     The whistle of the leather shaft through the air gave little
warning to Sarah before an explosion of pain surged through her body. It
was like someone had taken a knife and cut her open from one side to the
other across her buttocks. Her body lurched forward and her mouth opened
in a soundless cry while a wave of nausea rose in her stomach.
     Again an explosion of pain ripped her back and Sarah groaned as the
fires of hell erupted in her body. Every muscle in her body screamed for
relief as she shook in frenzied agony.
     The third stroke of the whip brought a cry from her lips and she
shook her head in despair, her lips peeled back in torment. Never had
she experienced such pain. "Oh, God, Please! Have mercy!" she cried
while her body shook under the bar. She hung her head until her chin
rested against her chest.
     Paul began to lay the whip on Sarah's bare flesh, covering her
entire ass with livid welts until the woman was a screaming, half-
conscious, twisting animal. 
     Jason used the cane on Sarah's belly and bouncing breasts, laughing
at the distraught prisoner while she danced for the perverts, huge sobs
emitting from her throat. The cane split flesh and blood flowed.
                                 * * *
      Paul lifted the whip from the floor and in one motion brought the
leather snaking up between Sarah's legs, burying the tip between the
folds of flesh guarding her vagina. Sarah's body jumped with the force
of the stroke. Her roar of pain left her mouth as a guttural shriek that
echoed in the cellar-prison.
     Again, Paul brought the whip up between the prisoner's legs. The
leather shaft made an obscene sound as it met the moist flesh of Sarah's
sex. She roared an unintelligible mixture of words and babble. She threw
back her head to stare at the ceiling. Paul repeated the stroke a third
time and the woman's body collapsed. She hung limply by her wrists, her
body bathed in a sweat, her head bowed in complete submission.
                                 * * *
     Sarah was unaware that Jason had rolled a leather bench in front of
her. She was oblivious to the fact that they released her arms. The
hellish creature placed her on top of the torture-bench. She was barely
aware that they were again pinioning her arms. Her body ached and she
fought to sink into the protective oblivion of unconsciousness.
                                 * * *
     Two chains that Jason connected to his wrists suspended Jeremy from
the ceiling. His head rested on his chest. Sweat bathed his naked body.
A slender whip lay on the floor at his feet.
     Nola gasped as she looked at his naked body. Red welts covered his
chest, belly and thighs. A vicious troll had wrapped a leather thong
about the base of his scrotum and stretched it down to the floor where
he tied it to a ring bolt cemented in the stone.
     Attached to his testicles were two wires that led to a black box
between his feet. Every so often a jolt of electricity transmitted from
the box and the man's body stiffened. Sparks leaped from the tips of the
wires into his balls. The man's cock was stiff and each time an electric
current surged through his testicles a stream of semen would erupt from
his cock accompanied by an inhuman shriek.
     "You ready to play with me?" Jenny demanded.
     "Anything! Anything! Just stop torturing me!"
     "I want a tongue bath. Everywhere. You know what I mean?"
     "Yes, I know! I'll do it. Just give me the chance!" he begged.
     "You'll lick my asshole. Tongue-fuck it?"
     Their conversation was interrupted by Jeremy's hellish howl of
pain. Another jolt of electricity ravaged his sexual organs. He babbled
incoherently.
     "Just let me do it. Please?"
     Billy joined his friend. He massaged his hugely erect organ.
     "What about me. Will you do me too?"
     Jeremy just couldn't bring himself to answer that revolting
question. He hung his head and prayed for release.
     Jenny struck his erect penis with the tip of a cane.
     Jeremy howled his unbelievable agony to his uncaring captors.
     "Answer my friend," she demanded.
     Jeremy hesitated. He tried to correct his mistake and opened his
mouth, only to hear the hiss of the cane an instant before the terrible
instrument struck his cock. His yelp of indescribable torment mingled
with the hoarse grunts seeping from Sarah's slack mouth.
     "My friend asked you nicely to lick him too. Answer him!"
     "I'll lick him too. All over. Anything. Just don't . . . "
     "What about sucking on this?" he mouthed obscenely, massaging the
deformed, purplish appendage sticking out from his hairy groin.
     Jeremy's grunt of refusal was met by the hissing cane. His screech
was unlike anything Nola had ever heard. The cane bit into his flesh
just as another shot of fiery electricity exploded into his balls.
Through the hazy cloud that engulfed him, he managed to shout, just as
Jenny raised the cane again.
     "I'll suck it. I'll lick your asshole. I'll do anything."
     "I thought you might," Jenny replied, giving the man another
vicious lash on his prick.
     "I hope he does a better job than Tashia did."
     Jenny let the cane ravage his cock fall anyway.
                                 * * *
     Pat was astride a sawhorse, her legs tied to the front legs of the
frame. They tied her arms behind her so that her breasts jutted forward
obscenely. A rope tied to her braided hair extended back to the opposite
end of the horse, pulling her head back painfully. Metal clips had been
placed on her nipples and Nola could see that the woman was in extreme
pain. The horse was obviously biting into her sex.
     "Oh, God, Please . . . " the woman murmured, sensing someone
nearby. "I cannot take it much longer."
     "You have only begun to suffer, Pat," Jason said softly. "You have
not even started to scream. The horse has not even started to buck!"
                                 * * *
     Across the dungeon opposite Pat, Nola saw another woman. She was
nude and spread-eagled, suspended by ropes attached to each of her
wrists and ankles about three feet above the floor and hanging face
down. Between her legs was a nude troll, plunging his slimy cock in and
out of her. At her head was another repulsive creature with his cock
buried in her mouth. The woman's breasts swung back and forth as the two
men plundered her. The only sound coming from the ravaged female was a
faint slurping sound and the woman's grunts.                               Chapter 7

     The hideous trolls suspended Nola from the ceiling. Her hands and
feet were doubled up behind her and bound by a single harness that hung
free. Turning slowly in a circle, her breasts hung straight down beneath
her. Red, oozing welts marked her body.
     Her hair hung down in damp strands that partially hid her face.
Jenny stood beside the twisting body with a whip in her hand. Like
everyone else, she was nude.
     Jenny drew back the whip and brought it down between Nola's thighs.
The crack of the leather against her bare flesh was like a rifle shot
and several trolls watching the perverted performance giggled. Nola's
body arched, her legs vibrating in agony. A scream came from her throat
as she shuddered violently.
     Again Jenny wielded the whip, bringing another frenzied reaction
from her victim.
     "Oh, please, no more," pleaded Nola. "I cannot stand it!"
     "Oh, you will stand it, Nola. You might be a real smart-ass
teacher. Yet you are here with the rest of them!"
     "Now your pussy is begging for the whip, isn't it, Nola?"
     "Oh, God, Jenny . . . don't . . . say that!"
     Jenny let the whip slide slowly up Nola's thighs, between the lips
of her vagina. Nola was shaking so hard that the chains holding her
ankles were rattling.
     The whip travelled up Nola's belly and rode across the tips of her
breasts. It continued up her throat and passed by her lips, forcing Nola
to taste her pussy-juices that permeated the leather weapon.
     "Nola? I am getting tired of waiting!"
     "PLEASE DO NOT WHIP MY PUSSSSSSYYYYYYY!!!!!!!" screamed the
imprisoned woman.
     Jenny set about doing just that violently. Stroke after stroke
landed on Nola's most tender flesh until Jenny had to stop to catch her
breath. Nola had long since quit screaming, but her body continued to
buck and shake, after Jenny had dropped the whip.
     Nola hung limply by her arms, her hair hanging down in her eyes.
Her head rested on her chest and an oily sweat drenched her body.
                                 * * *
     Jason distributed a dozen strokes of the whip across her breasts,
belly, buttocks and thighs. Red welts were vivid evidence of his
strength. Determined to show Jason that she was stronger than he, she
gritted her teeth and uttered not a sound during the first five strokes.
On the sixth stroke, she groaned softly as the pain filled her body. By
the ninth stroke, she had abandoned her resolve and screamed at the top
of her lungs.
                                 * * *
     Jenny used a length of sand-filled rubber garden hose on Nola. 
     "Oh, God, NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"
     WHACK!
     "AAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
     SLAPPPP!
     "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
     WHAAAPPP!!!
     "UUUNNNNNHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
     The woman's body hung limply, her head hanging down on her chest.
Huge red spots appeared on her breasts and her belly. She was breathing
heavily. The flaying hose was much more painful than the whip. They had
Nola in a screaming frenzy for more than an hour.
                                 * * *
     Jenny turned and nodded to Jason, who drew back the lethal switch
and brought it down with all his strength against Nola's exposed thighs.
The audience of naked grinning trolls gasped as the woman's body tossed
and danced, the chains holding her rattling loudly. For a few seconds,
her legs quivered and then she writhed in torment.
     Jason's next stroke of the lash was across Nola's belly, sending
her into an agony-seizure. Her body bounced up and down, making loud
squishing sounds as her sweat-soaked body performed an erotic torture-
dance. Guttural sounds came from her throat as her body quivered and
shook. Jason continued to work on her, lashing her thighs, belly and her
breasts.
                                 * * *
     Attached to the leash was a massive Doberman, straining to break
free. A murmur rose from the audience of insane trolls as they realized
the purpose of the dog.
     Jason allowed the Doberman to approach Nola and the dog began to
sniff between Nola's thighs. Instantly, the dog's cock became
unsheathed; a long red muscle that hung below his body in an absolute
loathsome spectacle. He leaped upon Nola's back with his front paws and
shoved the red shaft into her moist orifice.
     Nola felt the entry of the cock into her ravaged vagina. She was
oblivious to the source of her rape; she only knew that something was
punishing her tender flesh.
     The Doberman plunged in and out of her with abandon and quickly
ejaculated. Nola cried out as the dog withdrew.
     "Ohhhhhh! Noooooo! No more!" she cried.
     Jason led the dog off. Another troll quickly replaced him. The
freak was naked and his huge cock dripped slime. 
     Jenny draped Nola over the bench, face down, her buttocks facing
the leering audience. The beast immediately parted her legs and thrust
his monstrous erection into the waiting damp hole. Starting slowly, he
built to a swift tempo; slamming into Nola's buttocks with each thrust.
                                 * * *
     Nola woke, chained to a post with her arms over her head and her
breasts pressed against the smooth wooden shaft. A naked troll stood
behind her with a slim, leather whip. He had a huge erection.
     The whip crashed down on her ass, driving her forward against the
unyielding post. Her legs parted and her thighs gripped the post. A low,
guttural groan escaped from her lips as she prepared for the next
stroke.
                                 * * *
     Nola hung from the ceiling, suspended by her wrists which leather
straps attached to two chains. Her feet did not touch the floor because
two trolls were supporting her.
     One furry beast, who stood in front of her, had his cock buried
deep in her pussy and was thrusting in and out vigorously. The other,
standing behind her, had impaled her anus with his cock and was moving
in rhythm to the monster in front.
     A third inhuman creature, sitting in a trapeze-like seat, hung in
front of Nola's face, his cock deep in the recesses of Nola's mouth. The
three naked men had taken turns in each position. Their receptacle, a
tortured woman, struggled uselessly against them in pain and horror as
the trio abused her.                 Curt Strap's NOLA series as of Mar 1996. 
      If you have any suggested titles and/or scenarios let me know.
                  Internet address curt@ppen.midilink.org

Nola1.txt      "The Beginning" (Nola meets Uncle Jeremy and Aunt Jenny)    
Nola2.txt      "The Police Chief" (Nola and daughters on a Turkish Island)
Nola3.txt      "The Augustines" (Nola and girls learn the ropes)
Nola4.txt      "The Reverend" (Nola and others 'repent' in minister's cellar)
Nola5.txt      "The Island" (Don't sign contracts, you might get your wish)
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, brutal)
Nola10.txt     "The Children At Play" (captured nanny)
Nola11.txt     "The Game" (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" (mom hires sadist as girl's tutor)
Nola19.txt     "The Inquisition" (Nola in 1492. You can guess the plot)
Nola20.txt     "The Cottage" (sadists take a girl to a cottage for S&M fun)
Nola21.txt     "The Convent" (husband gets vile revenge on wife and daughter)
Nola22.txt     "The Cop" (incomplete)
Nola23.txt     "The Reporter" (mind your own business or else)
Nola24.txt     "The Musician" (street musician and daughter get taken)
Nola25A.txt    "The Daughter" (Nola humiliated by daughter) or
Nola25B.txt    "The Son" (Nola humiliated by son)(same story)
               (The wonders of Wordperfect's search & replace)
Nola26.txt     "The Matron" (inmates get Nola) (BBS user's special request)
Nola27.txt     "The Complex" (house of horrors??)
Nola28.txt     "The Cruise" (Nola's cruise ends in disaster)
Nola29.txt     "The Scout Troop" (BBS 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) (BBS user's request)
Nola33.txt     "The Cellar" (terror and torture in a cellar)
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" (Who's watching them practice?)
Nola39.txt     "The Terrorist" (You don't always get away with it)
Nola40.txt     "The Indians" (S&M fun in the old west)
Nola41.txt     "The Law" (a shady policewoman meets shady characters)
Nola42.txt     "The Freak Show" (Tashia sold by Nola to a kinky circus)
Nola43.txt     "The Co-eds" (Nola and friends abused in a biker bar)
Nola44.txt     "The Thief" (Nola tries blackmail with dire consequences)
Nola45.txt     "The Monastery" (girl caught by a savage cult)
Nola46.txt     "The Little Girls" (Nola steals, hides in Spain, gets caught)
Nola47.txt     "The Boy" (An abused little boy takes vengeance on Aunt Nola)
Nola48.txt     "The Amusement Park" (Your sister's next boyfriend? Hope Not)
Nola49.txt     "The Judge" (Nola yearns for judgement day)
Nola50.txt     Un-named (incomplete, I don't know where it's going)
Nola51.txt     "The Motel" (mostly humiliation, so far)
Nola52.txt     "The Pirates" (Family vacation turns into nightmare)
Nola53.txt     "The Gym Teacher" (Gym Teacher gives red hot lessons)
Nola54.txt     "The Naughty Girls" (you know what happens to them)
Nola55.txt     "The Cowgirl" (A child's game becomes an adult fantasy)
Nola56.txt     "The Cowboys" (A girl's initiation into pain)
Nola57.txt     "The Dwarfs" (Creatures with a hunger for cold vengeance)
Nola58.txt     "The Brothers" (Sinner learns the true meaning of pain)
Nola59.txt     "The Locker Room" (different rules for girls and boys?)
Nola60.txt     "The Killer" (Maybe it's better to spend life in prison)
Nola61.txt     "The Girls School" (nun runs school with heavy discipline)
Nola62.txt     "The Paper Boy" (Nola tempts fate. Guess who wins)
Nola63.txt     "The Predator" (Nola meets a sadistic sexual predator)
Nola64.txt     "The Nun" (Sister Nola visits her brother and in-laws)
Nola65.txt     "The Hitchhikers" (Nola's childhood nightmares torment her)
Nola66.txt     "The Teasers (Nola and Tashia tease the wrong men)
Nola67.txt     "The Forest" (Nola's late night stroll ends in horror)
Nola68.txt     "The Spanking" (Tashia and young friend caught in the act)
Nola69.txt     "The Psychiatrist" (Nola uses radical therapy!)
Nola70.txt     "The Black Room" (Nola cheats on husband. Someone knows!)
Nola80.txt     "The Garage" (sadists get unexpected company)
Nola81.txt     "The Motorhome" (Arrogant children pay the piper)
Nola82.txt     "The Fiend" (Sometimes, it's the one you least suspect)
Nola83.txt     "The Disciplinarian" (If you don't want it, don't look)
Nola84.txt     "The Drug Dealers" (not sure of the plot yet)
Nola85.txt     "The Teacher's Pets" (sometimes, teachers have more than one)
Nola86.txt     "The Warehouse" (Curiosity killed the cat)
Nola87.txt     "The Set Up" (Ambition can spell disaster)
Nola88.txt     "The Girlfriend" (What does he do with her when its over?)
Nola89.txt     "The Trolls" (things aren't always what they seem)
Nola98.txt     "The Dream" (When do dreams end? When does reality begin?)
Nola99.txt     "The Family" (If you betray them, you'll rue the day!)
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)
Nola107.txt    "The Cabin" (Tashia on the receiving end! torture and rape)
Nola108.txt    "The Sadist" (Tashia in hell! horror, torture and rape)
Nola109.txt    "The Hackers" (Nola's computer game leads to brutality)
Nola110.txt    "The School Girls" (Torture and rape, brutal)
Nola111.txt    "The Sheriff" (Torture and rape, brutal)
Nola112.txt    "The Bible Camp" (It isn't what the name implies, violent)
Nola113.txt    "The Gang" (A boys night out includes torture and rape)
Nola114.txt    "The Boys Club" (School kids make Tashia's life hell)
Nola115.txt    "The Boys Next Door" (Brothers get neighbour and daughter)
Nola116.txt    "The Ordeal" (Forced to confess by oriental captors)
Nola117.txt    "The Vacation" (Tashia and friend meet some bad characters)
Nola118.txt    "Un-named" (just at the idea stage)
Nola119.txt    "Un-named" (just at the idea stage)
Nola120.txt    "The Party" (birthday party turns rough)
Nola121.txt    "Un-named" (just at the idea stage)
Nola122.txt    "Un-named" (just at the idea stage)
Nola123.txt    "Un-named" (just an idea, horror and pain, of course)
Nola124.txt    "Un-named" (just an idea, foul as usual)
Nola125.txt    "The Birthday Party" (Tashia gets a surprise party)
Nola126.txt    "The Interrogation" (Nola will tell, sooner or later)
Nola127.txt    "The Night Creatures" (You really don't want to meet them)
Nola128.txt    "The Robbery" (Nola and Tashia in wrong place at right time)
Nola129.txt    "Un-named" (just an idea right now)
Nolasty.txt    "Unused plots, thoughts, ideas, story lines, etc. if anyone
                can use them, go ahead, just post me your story. Thanks."

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