
          I'm sure that you're sick and tired of all these smug little
notices authors of S&M and terror/horror/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 S&M AND TERROR/HORROR/SEX
    IF YOU DON"T LIKE THIS SHIT, THEN DON'T READ IT!

           END OF WARNING                           Nola49a.txt



                            "The Law"
                         "By Curt Strap"

                            PROLOGUE

     Eight year old Nola closed her eyes, trying to lie still. Her
sheets were moist from the humidity outside and her sweat. The
rotating fan added nothing except to blow the hot air around and
add a hum to the room. The drone did nothing to drown out her
mother's whimpers in the next room and the groans of the...two?
...three?...men in there with her.
     She turned to face the wall. There was a long crack there, and
she tried to concentrate on that, tracing the way down from about
midway up the wall to her bed. She slipped her hands over her ears
so she wouldn't hear her mother and those guys she brought home.
     She sat up in bed as the squeaking mattress springs and the
cries in the next room reached a crescendo. She tried not to think
about the sounds coming through the wall. She was almost sick.
     As far back as she could remember, men had abused her mother.
More than once she'd had seen the bruises, cuts and burns her
mother had to show for "falling in love" again.
     And Nola had always been the one left to clean up the mess
after the men had left. Many times when she cleaned the bedroom she
saw the rope and her father's old razor strop under the bed. Those
things were the "persuaders", her mother said, for when she didn't
want to do some things with the men she brought home.
     Nola didn't understand.

     "Come over and sleep at our house tomorrow," Jeremy said,
carefully choosing his words. "Then you'll see something!"
     "See what?"
     "What happens if you stories about Jenny."
     "Tell me now!"
     "We all get to be in on it next time. Dad says we can play
"horsey" too!" He didn't say anything else.
     Actually it was intriguing. Jenny was Nola's cousin. She was
thirteen, Nola was eleven. Jenny had told her that she got punished
if she was bad. But that didn't strike Nola as too odd. Nola knew
that the her uncle was really strict, especially with Jenny.
     "Well, in that case, I guess I'll just have to, then, won't
I?" Nola said, grinning.
     Jeremy laughed.
                              * * *
     Nola walked to her uncle's farm.
     She felt a little shy, a little awkward about going there
today and that was pretty unusual for the devious little eleven
year old girl. But she had to find out what Jeremy was talking
about.
     Jenny lived on a farm with a big barn. Mr. Millar was big and
fat with bad teeth and foul breath. He always wore plaid shirts
that never covered his flabby, hairy belly and old corduroy pants.
Mrs. Millar was thin, with big breasts, pug-nosed and pretty. They
had three boys besides Jenny.
     Nola found eight year old Jeremy squatting out by the woods
next to the pig pen, squinting into the morning sunlight, surveying
the trees. He was already filthy, streaked with sweat and mud. It
looked like he had been crawling on his belly in the pig pen.
Jeremy was wearing a ragged old pair of shorts and nothing else.
     He was looking at the tent worms.
     That didn't surprise Nola. Everyone knew that Jeremy's thing
was insects, snakes, spiders, thousand-leggers and slimy slugs.
Nola watched his eyes. They were wet and bulging. Somehow like
creepy spiders. Spiders gave her goose-bumps, and nauseated her.
     The worms seemed to happen practically overnight. One day the
trees were clean and normal and the next day they were hung with
heavy, white pouches of webbing. The bottom of the bags contained
something vaguely dark and unhealthy-looking. And if you looked
closely enough there was movement.
     "Dad told me to take care of them or they'll strip the trees!"
     He led Nola to a birch tree and pointed up.
     The nest was a big one, wide and deep. Under the tree was a
huge red ant hill. Hundreds, thousands of them crawled around.
     Nola had never been fond of ants. She could smell their iodine
odour along with wet earth, grass, and, the smell from the pig pen.
     Jeremy looked at Nola's expression of disgust and grinned.
     "Indians used to stake out their captives spread-eagle over
ant hills and the squaws would poke them with burning sticks!"
     Nola shuddered. Jeremy laughed at her uneasiness.
     He picked up a stick wrapped in rags and soaked in
kerosene. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a book of matches.
"My God, Nola thought. "Uncle Scott trusts an eight year old with
a torch...and matches...?"
     He lit the torch and held it a moment while the fire burned
down and it was safe to use. Just like he had done it many times
before. It was still a pretty good blaze, though.
     He held it six inches or so below the nest.
     The webbing began to melt.
     It didn't burn. It dissolved the way styrofoam does.
     Suddenly, writhing, wriggling bodies were tumbling out, fat,
greyish-white worms, some smoking and crackling.
     You could almost hear them scream.
     Nola looked at Jeremy.
     He was wide-eyed, with a goofy smile like when he'd hang his
toy knights and soldiers from the mesh of the incinerator and watch
their arms and legs burn slowly, imagining God knows what, the
plastic dripping and sizzling, black smoke pluming up.
     It was an image straight out of the horror comics the boys
read avidly. It was easy to imagine torchlight, strange instruments
and processions, braziers full of hot coals.
     There must have been hundreds in just that one nest. A layer
would burn through to expose another layer. They just kept falling
onto the ant nest. The ferocious red ants responded. The worms
began rolling and bucking as the ants discovered their soft
helpless flesh.
     "Sick, Jeremy!" Nola said. "That's really sick!"
     Jeremy's eyes were wild.
     Nola was disgusted. She'd never seen such slaughter. The worms
twisted and writhed. They wanted to live.
     "This...is kind of..." Her face was pale.
     "What?" said Jeremy, enjoying himself at Nola's expense.
"You're just squeamish!" He looked at her like she was a bug caught
in a spider's web.
     Jenny was putting together a jigsaw puzzle on a kitchen table
while a bored Nola watched. There was a half-empty glass of milk
beside her. Her father and brothers were watching a video...some
horrible horror movie.
     Jenny was doing pretty well on the puzzle. She had more than
half of it done. There was only the sky and the river and some of
the trees left not. Nola sipped a Coke while she watched her fit a
piece into the sky.
     Aunt Linda joined them. She was wearing short, tight shorts
and a skimpy halter top. It covered as much as a bikini would. Her
feet were bare.
     Nola seized the opportunity to tell a story about Jenny.
     "Too bad they caught you smoking behind the gym!"
     Jenny's face turned white. There was eerie quiet.
     "What did you say, Nola?" Aunt Linda asked, her face hard.
     "Nothing, Auntie, nothing!"
     "I heard what you said about Jenny being caught smoking."
     "Scott!" She stood up.
     "No, please, no," Jenny begged her mother. "Please don't..."
     "Scott?" she called again, louder this time.
     "Can't you see we're busy," he yelled.
     "Jenny got into trouble at school again today."
     There was a click and the TV went dark.
     Scott came into the room followed by the three boys. Their
eyes took in Linda's exposed flesh. Jeremy's eyes were riveted on
his mother. The sight of her breasts, bare along their tops, seemed
to suck his breath away. He stared at the smooth slopes, the valley
between them and felt an erection begin to push against his shorts.
Willie saw the way her white shorts were drawn taut against the
smooth curves of her buttocks. His throat tightened. His heart
pounded faster and he felt a tight pressure in his groin.
     "What happened this time?" he asked.
     "Nola said she caught smoking."
     "That so, Nola?"
     "I wasn't, just Jenny!"
     He smiled. "I'm not accusing you."
     "Question is," he said, taking another drag of the cigarette.
"Question is, what else have you been doing?"
     "Nothing." she sighed. "I didn't do anything else!"
     Scott nodded again. "Come here," he said.
     Jenny just sat there.
     "I said come over here."
     She didn't move.
     "You want to ride the rail, right now!" Scott ordered.
     "What?"
     Beside her, Jeremy began to giggle.
     "Out to the barn!"
     "Dad, Nola's here!"
     "Don't argue with me."
     "Dad, please...please...not now!"
     "Move it, girl!"
     "No!"
     "What's that? What'd you say?"
     "You don't have any right to..."
     "I have all the right in the world. Get out to the barn!"
     "No!"
     "I said now, Jenny!"
     "I won't!"
     "I'm telling you to."
     "I won't!"
     "Oh yes you will. If I have to get these boys to help!"
     Jason snorted, laughing. Willie was still standing in the
doorway. He looked excited. Jeremy was grinning.
     "Get out to the barn now!"
     Jenny looked her dad straight in the eye. She took a breath.
And for a moment she managed an adult, almost stunning dignity.
     "I told you, Dad," she said. "I said no, not ever again."
     No one said a word.
     They were astonished.
     They'd never seen anything like it before.
     Kids were powerless. By definition. Kids were supposed to
endure humiliation, or run away from it. No protests. You did not
simply stand there and calmly say no. The kids were still too young
for that. So that now it was pretty amazing.
     Scott smiled and stubbed out his cigarette in the cluttered
ashtray. And now it was his turn to stare Jenny down.
     It lasted a moment, the two of them facing each other.
     Then Jenny's composure shattered.
     "Please, Dad, not when Nola's here. Can't you wait?"
     Her hands were balled up into fists, white at the knuckles.
She stared at Nola, who stood with a thin smile on her face as she
watched the drama.
     Nola wondered how many other times this play had been acted
out. But in a way she was relieved. This was more like it. More
like what she was used to. Kids giving in to adults.
     Jenny reached out and grabbed Scott's arm. And it was like she
was a whole other girl now, scared, helpless, desperate.
     "I'm begging you!" she said.
     It was a terrible mistake.
     Scott turned and smacked her. He slapped her again as Jenny
backed away, and again as she stumbled, off balance, and fell to
her knees.
     "Willie? Jason?"
     Willie circled her. Jason looked confused.
     "Hold her!"
     Willie moved in and took her right arm. Jason took hold of her
left. She didn't resist.
     "Take her out to the barn!"
     And then Jenny did fight, trying to get to her feet, bucking
and rolling against them, but they had her tight. Willie was
enjoying himself, that was obvious. Jason looked excited.
     Jenny squirmed to her feet. Willie twisted her arm behind her
back and yanked it up. She yelled and doubled over and tried to
pull away, shaking her left arm hard to get it away from Jason in
a kind of simultaneous panic and she almost made it, she almost got
it free. Until Jason tightened his grip and yanked her left arm up.
     Then Scott stepped forward again.
     For an instant he just stood there, studying her, looking for
an opening. Then he jabbed her, in the stomach, with his fist.
     Jenny fell, choking, and gasping for breath.
     "Shit," whispered Jeremy who was standing beside Nola.
     Willie looked at his father.
     "Well I guess she just won't do it," said Scott. "This girl
doesn't want to do anything I say!"
     Willie and Jason still had her arms. And now they started
twisting. She doubled over. Willie twisted harder. His brother did
the same. She jumped with the pain and gasped and shook her head.
     "Okay, boys, frog-march her to the barn. We got us some
correcting to do!"
     Willie and Jason worked hard on her arms. Jenny slumped
forward. She was crying.
     Nola eyes were riveted on Jenny.
                              * * *
     Willie and Jason led her outside, keeping both of her arms up
high so that she had to bend over. Jeremy led the way and Scott
followed. Nola lagged behind. They marched her to the barn.
     She twisted and bucked, frightened, screaming. She was strong
but not as strong as the twins.
                              * * *
      "Get her out of that dress now! Unzip her, Willie," Scott
said.
     "Me!"
     "Yeah!"
     Everyone was a little surprised.
     He unzipped the dress carefully, pulling it away from her body
as though shy of touching her. His face was red. His fingers were
awkward. He was trembling. He slipped the dress off her shoulders.
     "Don't let them do this, please...please?" she cried.
     Scott smiled then nodded to Willie.
     Jenny closed her eyes and stood very still and rigid while
Willie took the short sleeves and dragged them down over her arms
to expose the white cotton bra she wore underneath the dress.
     "The rest," said Jeremy, breathless.
     Willie tugged the dress down over her hips, down over her legs
to the floor. Jenny was wearing thin white panties. Her leg muscles
jerked and trembled.
     He stepped away from her again and looked at her.
     Everyone did.
     We'd seen Jenny in her two-piece bathing suit. But this was
different. A bra and panties were private girl-things and only
other girls were supposed to see them. The only other girl in the
barn was Nola.
     And Jenny's father was allowing this outrage, encouraging it.
     The boys were sweating. But Jenny was sweating more. Drops
dripped from her armpits, glistened in her navel, across her belly.
     Willie stepped forward. He slid the right strap of her bra off
her shoulder then the left. Jenny's breasts slid upward slightly,
straining to be free of the cups. Willie unsnapped it from the back
and let it fall from her body. Her breasts were bare.
     Jenny was sobbing.
     They were whiter than the rest of her body, pale and cute.
They shook with her crying. It was erotic. The nipples were pink
and long. Just like the women in Playboy.
     Willie knelt in front of her and reached up. Then his fingers
hooked into the panties and dragged them down over her hips, down
her legs. He took his time savouring the moment.
     A small triangle of pubic hair in which droplets of sweat
gleamed shocked the boys. They saw freckles on her upper thighs.
They saw the small fold of flesh half hidden between her legs. They
studied her. Her breasts, the hair between her legs, her shaking
belly, her heaving thighs, her cute ass.
     The room reeked of sex.
     Jenny's eyes were still shut tight. It was as though if she
couldn't see us then we couldn't see her.
     "Tie her over the rail," Scott said.
     Nola realized she was holding her breath. She was going to see
the infamous rail that so interested Jeremy.
     They led Jenny to a round wooden post fastened between two
pillars in one corner of the barn. Willie forced her to lean
forward over the waist-high, horizontal beam. She didn't resist and
Willie took her arms and tied her wrists to the bolts in the floor.
He did the same with her ankles. Everything was exposed to the
leering eyes.
     Jenny closed her eyes again. Only this time there were little
pools of wet around them. Tears streaked her face.
                              * * *
     They went at her fast, spanking her ass with no let-up while
she screamed and howled. They hit her hard, Willie and Jeremy
especially. Her crying and the sound of the searing belt coming
down filled the barn.
                              * * *
     The boys were really into it. Especially Willie. He was
passionate. It was hot in the barn and the sweat rolled off him,
streamed out of his red hair and down across his forehead. As usual
he had his shirt off showing off his gross body. The smell of his
sweat rolled off him too. He smelled salty and sticky-sweet, like
bad meat.
     Nola watched for a long time. Then she went back to the house
and sat with her aunt who was working on Jenny's puzzle. The
television was still silent. They could hear the crack of the belt
and the laughter and crying from the barn.
     They sat there saying nothing.
     Nola got herself a Coke from the fridge.
     Sounds of torment from the barn taunted Nola.
     "That bother you?" Linda asked.
     "Yes," Nola said. But she didn't say it as though it did. It
was just a fact of life.
     "A lot?"
     "Yeah!" Nola nodded. There was nothing much to say after that.
Nola watched and drank coke. Linda had the puzzle almost finished.
     "I can't make them stop, y'know?" her aunt said.
     "I know."
     Nola finished the coke.
     "I would if I could," Linda said.
     Nola wondered if it was true.
     And for the first time she looked at Nola, eyes thoughtful.
     "Course I would." She went back to the puzzle again, frowning.
     "Maybe they'll get tired," Nola said, realizing as soon as she
said it how lame that sounded. Linda didn't answer.
     But then the sounds did stop and they heard footsteps.
     It was the boys. They were flushed. Their shirts were off.
Willie's belly, a fat, dead-white ugly roll, rolled as he walked.
     They ignored Nola and Linda and went to the refrigerator. They
opened Cokes.
     "You gotta really give it to her," Willie said to Jeremy. "She
ain't chicken, she can really take it!"
     Willie's voice was like ice.
     "Do you think we should bring something out for Dad?" Jeremy
asked his brother.
     "Yeah. I guess. But we got to wait. Dad wants to be alone with
her for a bit!"
     After about an hour, they took a beer from the refrigerator.
They started to walk back to the barn. We watched them disappear.
     "What about her boobs, want to whip them?" And then he said
something else but the sound of their footsteps drowned it out.
     Nola looked at her aunt. If she'd heard what Willie said she
gave no sign. She worked on the puzzle.
     Hands trembling, afraid to listen and just as scared not to,
Nola worked with her.
                              * * *
     "Why'd you tell on her?"
     "What?" Nola said.
     "Tell on Jenny. Set her up?"
     "I don't know.....!"
     "Sure you do. Tell me? Why?"
     "Jeremy....."
     "Oh, yes, dear sweet innocent Jeremy..." her voice trailed
off. "I should've guessed."
     "Well, if you liked the matinee you'll sure like the late
show!"
     "I don't understand..."
     "You will, Nola. I don't know what you know about sex. Not
much, I'll bet. There are some guys, and boys too, I guess, who
have special sexual needs. Scott is one of them. Sure, he gets off,
working Jenny's ass with the strap, but its only the beginning. He
needs more. Much more. First it was twins who got it, then Jeremy.
I was the one who worked on him while Scott and the twins watched
and got...well...got...turned on, if you know what I mean."
     Nola didn't know what to say. She remembered her mother...and
thought about telling her about this...She couldn't imagine her
mother naked with a bunch of little boys...or could she???...
     "They'll take me out there next. And it won't be pretty. I
hope you hadn't planned on getting much sleep tonight. The boys'
haven't seen me all bare yet but you saw how their eyes took in
everything!"
     Nola just stared at her fascinated by her comments.
     Linda's stomach hurt. She felt like curling up and hugging her
belly, and shutting her eyes tightly. She wanted to close out
everything-the whole cruel world.
     "And it won't be the strap. You ever see what a cane or some
supple switches can do....No, I guess you haven't...but you will.."
                              * * *
     Mrs. Millar had almost finished the puzzle when she heard
footsteps behind her. The four of them were behind her. Scott was
holding a rope. He made a loop at one end of the rope and dropped
it around her neck.
     "Time to play horsey!" Scott said. "Give little Nola a real
good show!"
     He handed the rope to Jeremy. He jerked the rope, yanking her
off the chair. She fell to her knees.
     "Get on her back and ride her to the barn," Scott said.
     Jeremy got on her back and tugged the rope. She choked. Then
Scott grabbed the rope and pulled her toward the door.
     "Walk," he said.
     Willie left the room first. Jason walked behind Nola. Scott
kept the rope taut. When she didn't walk fast enough, the rope
jerked her forward.
     On her hands and knees, urged by Jeremy's feet prodding her
sides and Scott tugging on the rope, she crawled to the barn.
     She tried to think but she couldn't concentrate. Her mind
seemed blurry. Here arms were no longer numb. They hurt and
tingled.
                              * * *
    FATHER SENTENCED FOR ABUSING DAUGHTER
             By Thomas Claridge
               Court Reporter

TECATE - A 40 year-old man who abused his
daughter was jailed for twenty-five years.
     Accepting the prosecutor's suggestion
that Scott Millar be sent to the penitentiary,
Judge Michael Moldaver of the Tecate Superior
Court described the case as one of the most
tragic he had encountered.
     "I have before me a man who physically,
sexually and psychologically abused his
daughter in ways that can only be described as
cruel, insensitive, inhuman, and indeed almost
unthinkable," he said.
     At the three-week jury trial, a witness,
Nola Augustine, testified that she was in the
Mitchell home on the night of May 30th and saw
an attack on the young girl.
     Defence lawyer Robert McGee said that in
his experience as a criminal lawyer and a
former prosecutor, "I have never dealt with a
case anything like this."
     Judge Moldaver said the jury's verdict
reflected a conclusion that the girl had
suffered many powerful emotions, including
fear, anger, rage and hostility that had been
building in her as a result of more than five
years of abuse and domination that she had
been forced to endure at the hands of her
father and brothers.
     The judge recalled evidence that Mr.
Millar had abused his wife and daughter
regularly beating them with a strap and cane.
     Describing the daughter has having been
"belittled, degraded and made to feel she was
a failure" by a father who also threatened to
expose their sexual activities, the judge
said, "the girl was afraid to tell anyone
about the abuse. Jenny Millar was a battered
and abused child who became caught up in a
love-hate relationship with her father from
which she could not extricate herself."
     Noting that Mr. Millar had refused
treatment, the judge imposed the maximum
sentence for the offenses.
 The boys were delinquents, not criminals. Under the law they
were innocent by definition, not to be held accountable for their
acts, as though everybody under eighteen were unable to tell right
from wrong. Their names were never released to the press. 
They had no criminal record and no publicity.

            TECATE JUVENILE COURT

     Jason, Willie, and Jeremy went to
juvenile court and Nola testified. There was
no prosecutor and no defense attorney, just
the Honourable Judge Andrew Gold and a handful
of psychologists and social workers earnestly
discussing what to do with everybody. Even
from the beginning what to do was obvious.
They were placed in juvenile detention
centres-reform schools, until they turned
eighteen, the stiffest sentence you could get
in those days. At eighteen they were to be
released and their records destroyed

                        JENNY'S ORDEAL
    EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH JENNY MILLAR
              By Karin Anderson
               Crime Magazine

     "It's a long story. I was thirteen before
I got away from the farm. But I was determined
to get away, go to university and be a
teacher. I knew it would happen someday if
they didn't kill me first."
     "You thought they'd kill you?"
     "It's just a miracle they didn't."
     "God," Karin Anderson muttered.
     "They were madmen, crazy, probably
worse!"
     "What did they do to you?"
     "What didn't they?"
     "But you were only a kid."
     She shrugged. "That didn't stop them. But
they got a lot more...active...when I hit nine
or ten. And then when I started to get
breasts...It wouldn't have been so bad...I
guess, but they had to always be hurting me.
Not because they were angry, either.
They did it for kicks. It...turned them on.
They'd get my clothes off and tie me up.
Sometimes, they used handcuffs. They'd do
things like hang me by my wrists from a tree
limb or whatever else was handy or make me
'ride the rail' and whip me with their belts
or switches...God, I've been whipped with just
about everything you can imagine. When they
weren't doing that, they'd use other things on
me, or...anyway, they'd get themselves worked
up into a frenzy by torturing me, and then
they'd...you know, rape me."
     Karin felt as if her mind had been
stunned. Men had done those things? To Jenny?
To the girl sitting right here beside her?
     She frowned at her. "They really did that
stuff?"
     "Yeah. It wasn't just to me, either. Mom
got it and plenty of times, they got
strangers. They'd give a ride to a hitch-
hiker, maybe, and then she'd be the one they
used. Sometimes, they'd even run a car off the
road if there was a woman in it."
     "My God," Karin muttered.
     "I guess some of them must've ended up
dead. But I never saw anyone get killed. I'd
go into the house and hide while they did the
stuff they liked. And I'd hear the woman's
screams. And them laughing and squealing and
having a great time. And I'd be glad it was
her and not me."
     "It's...terrible. How could people get
away with stuff like that?"
     "We were miles away from town. I guess
the cops never even realized anyone was
missing and I couldn't tell. They said they'd
kill my mom."
     "Why didn't you and your mom get away?"
     "I don't know how Mom got mixed up with
Scott. Maybe she didn't have a choice. That's
what I like to think, that he took her
prisoner or something and she couldn't get
away from him. But they got married. At least
I think they did. I don't know why she'd do
something like that unless he forced her into
it. Unless Mom was some kind of an awful
person and she actually loved him. I hate to
think she was that way, though. Besides, she
had to 'play horsey'!"
     "Maybe she would've gotten me away from
them. Or maybe not. Maybe she just let it all
happen, anyway. I guess I'll never know."
     "How did you get away?" Ken asked.
     "It was when I was thirteen. They stopped
to pick up this hitch-hiker. She was just
fifteen or sixteen, I guess. Anyway, she was
about to get into our van. I just couldn't
stand the whole thing anymore. So I yelled and
warned her and she ran off. She got away. So
they took me to the barn. They spent...I don't
know, hours...working on me. When I woke up I
stumbled out to the road and some people
picked me up. I spent time in the hospital."
     "Did you tell the police about it?"
     "Most, I guess. Then there was the trial
and everything. And Nola testified for me."

        BUST NETS 15 STUDENTS

TECATE - Fifteen junior high school students
were busted yesterday after a three-month drug
probe involving an undercover officer posing
