The enigmatic abductor. Chapter 5.

      -It was not me who had invented it, - the strange teacher continued. - The ancient sciences, well-known during a few millenniums, affirm that there is the KNOWLEDGE OF ALL THE THINGS inside everyone of us. This is a certain divinity which is hidden inside us. One must only try and remember, take away all the obstacles, get ready for the meeting with reality face to face and be able to survive it. But the first obstacle on the way is the society. You can do something right now, - he has slowed down the rate of the conversation. - If you aren't insincere with yourself, you can differentiate unmistakably, when you are happy and when you aren't.
      -And what if that happiness is abnormal? I'll be frank. In your captivity it was a few times I felt myself happy in such situations, where a normal person may not feel himself as happy. I'm under your power. You possess it, however you demanded me to be frank  with you. You have enslaved me and I can go mad because of this. Every day I observe such things with me, before they never occurred  to my mind. If tell to someone... In general, I don't know because of what, either because of flogging me every day, or you govern me in some other way, I feel,  soon I'll go mad being with you. Is it really your goal is to make me a loony? That I should become a crazy woman, a hopeless case?
      -I'm ready to bet my own life, that a real madness doesn't threaten to you. Certain things you are starting to discover in your mind, they were there always. You can get rid of this never, also you can never  gain those things that you hadn't before. You lived in a darkness and didn't know yourself practically. It was forbidden for you to use the light of your own knowledge, to use the light of your own experience and the light of your own understanding. And one day the lot of my choice fell upon you, and with my help you've found yourself far enough from the guardians of your ignorance. Looking intently with caution, still you've dared to illuminate your own essence timidly with this light, and now you know more about yourself. If you illuminate it more, you will know more about yourself.

      -And what if I learn such a thing, it would be better to ignore this entirely? What if in the depth of my soul it discovers a desire to kill someone or myself? What can you say about this?
      -I have it what to say, and I expected this question long ago. Such things happen very seldom, but one must not, one must nowise disregard them. You have to master all that I´m going to tell. I should not give you so much food for thought at a time. But I see that your interest ran so high, that you aren't afraid of being flogged, if you will forget something what I've told you. If there is the lively interest in a subject, it implies that the subject will be mastered better. So, listen carefully:
       There are two ways to God. These are two ancient sciences: the Yoga and the Tantra. These are not religions but the sciences. These are theories which work excellently. A Yogi can be a Hindu, also a Christian or a Muslim. The same thing one may say about Tantra. The ultimate aim of everyone is an Enlightening, this spiritual state was named by Hindus as Samadhi and by Jesus Christ as the Birth again. Until you reach it, if some joy happens to you, all the same it will not be enough for you. You will desire something more and look forward to tomorrow. When you reach the Samadhi, you will be happy in any case, even in the absolute solitude, even in hell, to be more precise, nothing and nowhere will be a hell for you.
       Most who had achieved, went through the way of Tantra. In the Christ's doctrine the Tantra prevails, though the Yoga is contained a little too. The Tantra teaches us to accept ourselves and the world as he is, it starts with what a person is. So, the Tantra begins from the start, but the Yoga begins from the end, that is it starts with what a person has to be, when the veil of a last obstacle will fall. Those who are inclined to kill himself or others without in war with them, it's necessary to follow in the way of Yoga for them. If this fact is promulgated, many lives would be saved. The killing maniacs must not go in the way of Tantra, accepting themselves as they are. Following their inclination, they will cause more problems than solve, and at first for themselves. The others have better to follow in the way of the Tantra: it will lead to the aim sooner, in spite of the fact that the Yoga attracts most, because it gratifies their ego, but this is another subject.
       Be able to learn the essence. Until you haven't the inclination to destroy yourself or the others without cause, you are beautiful as such as you are, and the more you follow your gist, the more beautiful you become. And you must not be interested in the people's opinion more than in an opinion of the monkeys in the zoo. Yesterday you admitted with a sincere sadness that the happiness and the society are incompatible. What is the problem, then. Throw out the society as one throws out a pebble from the shoe, which hindered to walk.
      -Are you proposing I alone stand against all the people? Is this like Chatsky? Do you believe I will conquer?
      -Chatsky, according the Griboedov's message, was eighteen years old. Without experience, without understanding until the end that he was dealing with robots were well coded for determinate behaviour, he hoped, just he gives them a simple formula of the verity, they would listen him right away, and the world would turn over to the good side. And all at once would fall into place. But it happened nothing and he was disappointed. Just he didn't know, knowingly, such an intention is doomed to failure. As it is written in the Gospel: "neither cast your pearls before the swine", but he didn't take it into account. To make such people change their mind is the same useless work as to teach a dog speak human language. As he tried to repair a bad damaged machine, which device was unknown to him.
        It is not one that I teach you. I teach you to do your affair silently and don't admit outside persons to invade into the "holy of holies" of your private life. Unfortunately, in this asinine society, sometimes it is accepted, though in figurative sense, to invade into a private home and to poke into other people's private lives or to demand a report about it. The individualism is a sedition in this society. In such a case one must repulse skillfully and competently and I shall teach you to do it.
        You are afraid that you will have to stand alone against all the people. This is not required. However, in a case of the collective persecution you've better to acquire a certain antidote. And remember: the main power of a person is in his intellect. A force hand can break a stone wall in a lucky case. A humpbacked old woman with a walking stick, if she is possessed of the strong intellect and the sharp desire to defeat, she can destroy several tens of strong men, whose fantasy isn't further than "to be a big guy", "to incite a riff-raff" or "to rat to the cops", but there are a thousand ways in fact. Now I'm not going to tell this in detail, than we shall be busy with doing this. Remember the first thing: if anyone plots against you - collect information about him. Catch at any data, because an innocuous information may prove very useful to you unexpectedly. And of course, look for weak points at him. It was an example in your life, your boyfriend that, second, you had caught the data about him and became stronger. But if it was not so, maybe, now all the block would know what are you, doing love, how you do it in all the details.
        Suddenly Inga has remembered that again, as yesterday, she forgot to put on the swimsuit. It was the first impulse to jump up and, covering herself, run to the tent standing nearly, to put her clothes on there, but she had time to consider that it would be foolish and let he admires. She stood up slowly, reporting in a low voice "I'm going to put on my clothes", turned smoothly, sparkling with welts, came to the tent, put on her swimsuit and went out.
      -And now, my beauty, we have tea, and you tell me everything that you've learnt. Today I've given to you the matter of learning more than it would enough.
       They started to prepare the tea, opened the canned food of spiced sprats with tomato and got some bread. That time the thickened milk was a hard-to-get thing and was over, being laid in store before the abducting of Inga.
      -You may start now.
       Inga retold quickly that the main bulk of the people are fools by their own choice, that anyone can be a great person if he finds in himself a gold mine or, talking in another way, if he tunes in a certain wave, that in the USSR one tries to drive an individual into the stupid society by force, even she has remembered that "someone who has begun to think with his own head, he becomes automatically a head taller, than the people  is around him", she compared English speaking countries with Slavic ones. Then he pours the strong tea in mugs, and Inga continues retell the material. She has retold that one has better don't seek advice because inside himself everyone can find "the knowledge of all the things". Discovering himself, a person can find that he didn't know about himself, but had with him always and if some tendencies are discovered dangerous for himself or for the others, one must go in the way of Yoga, and in all the other cases - in the way of Tantra to accept and to love herself such as she is and to accept the world such as it is. So, it is not possible to content herself till she will reach the Samadhi, that is an Enlightening or the Birth again. Finally, to become happy, one must throw out the society and during this don't rise against it, but silently, without a report, to do her own affair. Don't allow anyone to poke their nose into the private life, and if someone attack - to be ready for war, to collect every information about the enemy, focusing her attention on the essence, that is on his weak points, but herself must be strong, in the first place, thanks to her own intellect.
      -You've forgotten one thing: You aren't free...
      -If you aren't free sexually, - Inga has pattered.
      -Excellent! After such an answer, even if there is a desire to spank, but no cause.
      -Why won't you abduct a guy of my age instead of me? It isn't known, who would win spanking, then.
        Inga thinks, now the threats will follow, but her jailer answers, smiling:
      -If I have an inclination for the guys, I would do exactly so, only at first I would bring me into a good form, but fortunately or unfortunately, as you would want, I have the inclination for the girls.
      -Especially, to hurt them.
      -You are right and there is not only this. My imagination is well richer, than you guess.
      -Yes, it is, especially in the morning. But didn't you think that tourists or hunters could pass by us by chance? And what if would I turn out such a bad girl, would show the traces of your whim on my body and ask to help?
      -I didn't let you know beforehand, because of the only cause: I know these parts very well, and I know that no one walks here. However let's suppose a miracle still has taken place. If they aren't fools, it will follow such an answer: "Well guys, yourself solve your problems, don't draw us into them". That is they are so brave in a city. Most of those whom you consider as brave men, in fact, they are able to kick four-five together someone alone and all this not far from the cops. But if the victim takes out a cold steel, then the "heroes" will appeal to the supporting to the cops and the crowd, insisting furiously as they are conforming to all the soviet standards. But if these your passing "rescuers" are found fools the remorses would accompany you all the rest of your life: I'll kill them, I know how I would do it, this is my secret. And you, wench, would have to help me to bury them.
     -However, as you say, one should follow his inclinations till he hasn't an inclination for the homicide. Isn't it time to change to the Yoga?
      -Don't confuse the love attractions and the war. Once some of the wise men in the East had said that the war is a way of cheating. The killing is justified there too. To be at war, it isn't to love, whichever kind of the love would take place. In enemy's presence, my desire of the sex and of all the plays associated with it are vanishing. If you don't kill, another will kill you. In this so-called "holy" soil tens millions of dead people, killed by the Soviet authorities, were buried. It could be me, it could be you among them, no one is immune. Your second guy nearly became one of them, because he is underdeveloped mentally. He was forbidden to be intelligent, otherwise the friends would not respect him. He was told that to be alone, to walk by himself as a lonely cat is a terrible thing. He became such a man as all the people maybe because of the lack of boldness, but most probably because of the fullness of foolishness, however had it saved him? He is a "hero". He would beat up a passerby to keep rabble company and would rob a store without a case of emergency, would fuck his own kind who are from another district, as they had treated him in the end. This society had disfigured him morally, the society which is interested the number of brutes would be more, that the number of drunken scums would be more, because it is more easy to govern over the brutes and the scums. But if the society consists of free and self-respecting persons, all these tyrants like Stalin, Lenin, Molotov and Kaganovich would be pitiful and laughable. Now they don't kill straightly, though such a thing can be held sometimes. Your nearly hanged familiar is a good example of this. For your edification let there be said: you are afraid of opposing against the most people, but he was like all the people, however if a lucky chance didn't take place, he would be lost, only his sister had saved him. Then, what is the conclusion? To live as all the people is not more safely. One must live as you like and can stand up for yourself and in such a case to wage a war only according your own rules.
       -You contrive to answer any question. You teach me a lot of things, spank me, taught me the lessons of "auto-flagellation", as you say, but why haven't you better, as you are a teacher, to show me an example, so far as I'm a pupil, on yourself? I'm taking an interest in your ability to stand the pain.
       -No problem! I've long wanted to show it to you. And now it's to the very point as never.
         For the first time he has taken off his swimming trunks in her presence, unhooking the wire from them. Inga has seen with her own eyes, as he is excited. With a joyful smile she examined all the stranger's naked body, including the thing she did not see before. She gasped. The implement of torture in his hand, it seemed, it increased the passion.
       -You may run around, see either in face or in profile. Only observe the safety measures and if you expose yourself under a whip, don't be offended, - all this he pronounced silently, like a conspirator, it is possible, the passion made gasped him too.
        The first whistle of whip sounded. Inga looked at him as well as she was charmed, without believing her eyes. After a sixth stroke his excitement was neutralized by pain, but he continued to flog himself indifferently, even counting the strokes aloud. Inga ran behind him. The fresh weals reddened on his brawny buttocks and this welts ended with small drops of blood. The objective of her great attention counted up to thirty. Already the first welts have appeared on his back and his haunches.
       -And then the hand begins to do hackwork. Somehow the body transmits its protests to it and it is obeyed. I'm giving the wire to you. Flog me thirty strokes else, but no false one, I'll verify. This strange man has given the implement of torture into her hand and turned back again.
       -But how will you distinguish your welts from the mine?
       -Spank me on the back higher than the line, - and he has drawn an imagine line by hand. After that he has seized on a branch of the birch standing in front of him.
    At first, Inga tried don't do hackwork. Than she has observed with astonishment that it has excited her, however she was afraid of exceeding  the measure.
       -And how to learn that a swat is not excessive?
       -The blood must not be along all a welt, but only on its end, - her abductor answered, heavy breathing.
         His voice, counting the strokes, has changed a little, but he stood the flogging silent till the end, only wriggling a little.
       -Will not you revenge me? That's you who ordered this, I'm not a guilty. Disobey you - it may cost me a lot.
        She came up in front of him, stretching out him a wire, but he was standing, suspending from the world, the eyes expressing happiness, and it was seen, his sexual arousal was increasing quickly.
       -To revenge? To you? But I'm glad that such a beauty has flogged me. Here we have known each other better now.
        Being unable to take off her eyes, Inga smiled joyfully.
       -It turns out, you like to be flogged.
       -You like it too, I've noticed it before you. You still haven't sorted out inside yourself, but I sort out such things very well. Can you dare to lie to my face, that last two days in the morning you strike attitudes for punishment with great pleasure? The pain reduces your passion which comes back being become more strong. It must be so. I'm lucky! Glory to God! I'm lucky! You are the same as I am, and it is no coincidence that I've had a passion for you!
       -I'm going to say you frankly as you like the frankness. In this position I wanted to put out me to you, both yesterday and to-day. But it doesn't mean that I would be abnormal as well as you are.
       -If you don't like one spanks you, in such a moment you would be not to sex. Is it really you think that the girls masochists don't shout because of the pain? The passion is able to neutralize the pain in fact, but it can be only during the moment of the orgasm. Let's check up: take off your swimming suit and I'll give you one lash, and properly. You are going to see, though you've been aroused already, you'll be turned on more.
         Inga have taken off the swimming suit and thrown it on the grass but in mind she had quite different intentions. She have stuck out her roundness which were ornamented with welts:
       -Here it is, whip it, not in the first time.
        He has whipped her one time luxuriously. There was familiar whistle and the increasing pain in the very centre, near the fissure separating the hemispheres. Inga has grasped with her hand without shame, rubbed the whipped point.
      -Well, observe yourself. Your passion increases, girl?
      -Well, let's do it quickly. What for are you losing it?
       -I'm not losing. I want the best.
       -Don't torment me and yourself.
        Inga has turned to her future lover and sees with her own eyes that his excitation has been at its maximum. She snatched into her hand the heart of his passion and felt that herself cums.
      -Here, you've better to play, then you are going to calm down.
      -I have finished already, but this is not enough.
       The girl turns back to him and bent down, attempting make to enter his cock in her hungry bosom. The oddity slapped her wire on the back.
      -Don't be naughty, wench! Otherwise you will be flogged severely.
       The cock twitched. Inga being possessed by the passion, almost did not feel the pain because of the swat on her back and her partner came, panting and throwing back his head.
     -What for did you abduct me, then? To torture and to try to muddle my brain with your delirious philosophy?
     -You don't know, from this one may get ten times more pleasure. If I say you all the details now, it would be not interesting. Know this: the love exists! There is a happiness that you never dreamed! Not only the short circuit and discharge the energy, one will be fed up with it, soon it will be boringly. These two types which you were together, they can nothing. Even you didn't know yourself before met me. Even now you still don't know all about yourself. Wait, don't tear away a fruit while it's green. Let it matures. Then we will arrange such a fucking
      -I want with you now. Two days ago I thought I can say such things never, and now, if anyone hears, they would send me into an insane asylum with you together for company. I understand it and am ready for this. Let's I flog you with a switch and you'll be able again, as you like this. If you would like, flog me a little, but only with a switch and not severely. It will arouse you, and why hide, me too. It's not you who ask a wench of the forest, but she asks you.
      -My pupil must catch the meaning at once, but we are moving in a circle, and I feel, I have to explain the same thing again and again. First of all, you must be submissive and obedient. The role of a quarrelsome wife is not for you. Either you submit, or I'll flog you and not as well as in the morning.
      -Flog me!
      -Bring the ropes to me, I'm going to tie you to the tree.
       He saw with astonishment, Inga was going to the tent humbly, without any objections. She was divided into conflicting feelings. Inga, being agitated by the hot discussion, she didn't realize until now, what a trial she has drawn upon herself. Also Inga felt she wanted to be a victim, to learn by experience the sufferings, the pain, the tears, she began to see in all this something exalted, this is something hard-to-explain. Only the fear of the pain opposed against all the feelings assembling together, but even this fear seemed now as something desired. She knew, soon she will be sorry for it, but with joy left to tie herself.
      -How many strokes will be?
      -Seventy five, does it suit you, my beauty?
      -And how many were for that flight, then?
      -Then it was one hundred exactly.
      -Then this is a trifle, your seventy five.
      -Let's see.
       The experienced whistling. The pain known.
      -Now I'm going to suffer, - the girl growing bolder has pronounced in a joyful whisper. She imagined herself in the Middle Ages in a town square. A crowd sigh compassionately, a certain part of it is gloating and a pitiless executioner is dressed on the red hood, he flogs her properly. She moans quietly from the pain, writhes gracefully, multiplying a number of admirers who are enticed, admiring, sympathising, staggered by sight.
      -Ouch, ouch, - Inga moans softly, writhes gracefully in fact.
       The sex is gone, the obsession goes, only the pain remains. It is not dangerous, even not offensively, it is hard, one must stand it. The girl strains herself, turns red in the face, fidgets. And the pain is stabbing, merciless, it's unbearable. The tears begin to stream.
      -Oh-oh-oh, do not! - It comes in an irresistible cry. "Oh, how hard it is, to suffer really!", - a thought has occurred.
      -Will you do as I tell you, wench?!
      -Hurts! Enough is enough! Ouch! - tears flowed hail. -What are you doing! Oh, I can not! It hurts!
      "I don't succeed proudly and gracefully, - a thought has occurred once more. - I can't stand".
      -Oh, oh, ouch, ouch!
       No whistles anymore. Is it finished?
      -Oh, oh, - the squeals and the yells is changed into a low moan, looking like a moan during orgasm. Again Inga is wriggling voluptuously and throwing back her head.
      -Free my hands, please. I would wipe the tears, - she says with a pleading voice. And here her hands are untied. He looks at her tenderly and with admiration.He kisses her into her tearful eyes, saying:
      -Congratulations!You have taken these torments for the Love! 

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The enigmatic abductor. Chapter 4.

      The morning of the next day started as usual, except that the prisoner, being intrigued by a mystery is going to open, could not fall asleep till three o'clock in the morning. She has awoken out of sleep at nine in the morning, failing an hour to get enough sleep that she needed in her twenty years age, but it was not depressing her at all, rather on the contrary. Then this morning the curiosity faded a little because of the nervousness, which occurs in children before an injection or the dental treatment, because today the morning rite, as it's known, became tougher. At the same time she was bored with dissembling to be a young girl as one must, the nature demanded what it needed, and already in the tent she has let go all her fantasies, and now the erotic scenes of various positions of the copulation with the enigmatic stranger stormed into the open doors of her consciousness, and sometimes there was drawn something that didn't occur and could not occur to her before. Before herself didn't expect from herself such a corruptness, as it seemed her now.
       Inga was consoled by the impossibility of reading her thoughts by others, however she was ashamed a little, and she felt like a beginner at stealing who had penetrated into an unguarded and safe house where there is something to profit, and it may be sure the owner of the house has been overseas for a long time. In the green jail where she has found herself as fate has willed, it was turned back by right to herself all what was taken away from herself by the society, but Inga being suppressed by ideology of this society, she estimated this what was returned by nature, what must belong rightfully to herself like an inalienable, as something is stolen by herself. Besides all other things, accidentally she had caught herself at a strange position, instead a tremble before the relatively severe punishment, she feels the curiosity, in what pose she is going to be flogged today? And she noticed else that would like to stand in front of him as yesterday, that is on her knees, the bare bottom is upper, and in this case be a humble one, crushed down, raped in sophisticated ways. Else one a question troubled her closely against a background of all the above-listed: is it only a simple passion which was boiling in her essence or she was going mad?
       At first, the morning rite passed as usual. However, when, standing in the river, he has poked his finger into her forbidden hole, she has arched, throwing back her head, and gasped out "oh" drawling with voluptuousness.
      -Was it painful or pleasantly? I'm reminding: you must be outspoken with me. Answer!
      -Painful,- lied Inga awkwardly.
      -You are lying, forest wench!
       Inga has learnt that the punishment will be harder.
      -I wait for your explanations.
      -I've lied, lord teacher. Flog me for this like a nanny-goat, adding to me a few strokes.
      -I'm going to satisfy your request, forest wench. I'll add ten swats above the fixed fifteen. And don't lie me once more! If you said truth, it would be nothing wrong. I know indeed, that it was pleasant for you. It would be ought add twenty swats for you, let these ten swats be as suspended: till a following lying, you will get thirty, then. Answer: how old were you, when you lost your virginity? -Fifteen. Who was together with you?
      -A shy foureyes from neighbouring block. He followed on my heels, then I had learnt what he wanted. And I was burning with curiosity. The thing, what he would give a gold reserve for, unexpectedly it proved to be accessible for him.
      -Did you like it?
      -I expected anything more greater.
      -What a position did you do love in?
      -He above me, it wasn't another.  Gradually we had cool off each other.
      -I'm doubting that it's all.
      -It was one else. I loved him more, but I was afraid that he would blab to his friends. It happened that I had learnt such a thing about him... and at that no one thing but two; and to divulge any one of them it would be something like the same death for him.
      -In a couple of words: what exactly?
      -The first one: nearby one had robbed a manufactured goods shop, what he took part in, evidently. Three of them were imprison. The cops thought it is all the participators but he would be the fourth one. He was lucky very much, this was just a chance.  The cops made talk all of them promptly and, unmasking the three, took it as enough and stopped to try. Absolutely only by chance, independently each of other, they was going to talk his name in the last turn. A small part of the stolen goods was kept in his home, but in the police one thought that they had time to spend on drink, selling out a rest of goods for dirt cheap.
      -And the second?
      -During a drunken feast riffraffs had raped him in the other end of Moscow, in Chertanovo. However here, among the riffraffs he has influence, though nobody learnt it, but he had hung himself. His cousin had time to saved him from the noose, then he had talked about it only to her adding that now he will kill himself despite everything. She spoke with him a long time. With a grand difficulty she succeeded in suggesting him, if he holds his tongue, all wouldn't change and let himself tries to forget this faster and no longer remembers. One day, glutting herself some drugs, she blabed me about it and was ready to blab to others, but I stopped her. I led her at her home and stayed till the dawn there, then she felt asleep. At dawn he returned from street, and I gave myself to him. He vowed love me, as all others do in such cases, but I warned him that I know about shop and about something else. He threatened me with a knife, even setting it against my throat, but I said him that he must only one thing: don't blab about our love affairs. We got laid once more and after this we went out on dates till he was drafted into the army. That morning on Saturday, when I didn't stay overnight at home, I was returning and my father wanted to spank me with jump rope, already in my eighteen years old, but my mother stood up for me, calling him as a pervert and an incestuous character. After this, they weren't on speaking terms during two days.
      -In what position yielded you to this, second boy?
      -First time in the same one,- Inga faltered.
      -And then? Say, wench!
       Inga turned red like a lobster and pronounced with a hollow voice:
      -In the same pose, what you flogged me yesterday morning.    
      -And is that all?- asked her tormentor severely. - Look me in face!
      -As well, we attempted he lies on his back and I sit above; it seemed; as on horseback,- Inga was made all blushed.
      -You are worrying so much in vain. I greet the moral freedom, then slowly, rapping out every word, it seemed, as well as he would broadcast a communication of the TASS about beginning of the thermonuclear war, he added:
      -IF YOU ARE NOT FREE SEXUALLY, YOU AREN'T FREE AT ALL!
      -All the same, you are judging me: I gave myself to guy knowing that he is a queer.
      -He was raped, I don't care. It's bad that he has only two convolution in his brain. Although his cousin is a psychopath, but smarter,- the abductor has smiled and added a little known phrase from Pushkin's "A scene of the chivalry time":
      -Well. One's turn for the songs, another turn for the gibbet. I've taken the lash along and am going flog you here,- devil's lights have begun to sparkle in his eyes.- But at first, plunge seven times. Now it will especially you good to get cold. Look at how you've blushed!
       Inga went into the river, did as he ordered, then went out to the bank. In this moment the malefactor washed his hands.
      -What pose have I to strike?
      -All as yesterday: on your knees, set your head against the ground, your hands keep behind, to interlace and not to disjoin, don't tumble down on your body side!
      -Please, tie me. What if I can't stand twenty five swats with electric wire?
      -Accustom yourself to stand. If you don't start to study, you will never learn to do. If going on a journey, you don't make single step, you will never achieve your goal. If you fall on the body side, grasp hurting point or fence, I'll add a number. You will not die because of this, but you will be more healthy, my beauty.
       What could she do against? Finding almost a single plane area on the steep slope, the naked girl stood up as it was ordered. But what is the matter? The fear slackened and a desire came instead of it, really a rabid one, let she would be fucked in such a pose.
       The whizz was sounded unexpectedly. A tip of the whip has stung between the buttocks being apart a little, not far from the forbidden entry. A wave of voluptuousness, being rushed beforehand, this is curiously enough, it continued to coexist with the increasing pain.  The second time, the wire, encircling the seductive roundednesses, pierced in a point, where a haunch transforms into the buttock.
      -S-s-s, - hissed Inga. And after third swat a very long "ouch!" was heard which it was impossible to tell from a yell of the passion. The pain got worked up. She wanted to jump and to spin in some wild dance. Even it was some attractive thing in it, but after every stroke it became more unbearably and finally the pain have gained the definitive victory and the first loud "ouch!" has heard after the tenth swat. After a few such "ouch!" the girl heard the voice of her executioner:
      -It's fifteen already, all would be finished with this, but you weren't an outspoken one. Next time don't you dare lie to me! Take that and that! Don't you dare lie to me! Take that!
       On the nineteenth stroke Inga started to quake weeping and gripped her fingers with all her strength, because it was a grand desire to snatch with her hands the flogged buttocks and to rub them. All flushed, she dug her teeth into the grass, and the tears rained from her eyes.
      -Well, it's finished, wench. You've recompensed and may relax.
       Inga, remaining on knees, has unhooked her hands, become straight, rubbing her whipped buttocks, then has wiped her eyes, spat out some grass with soil and given a deep sigh. The hands continued to tremble.
      -Thank you for the lesson, master teacher! May I wash me?
      -Don't may: you must do.
       Inga has walked down to the river, washed off the rest of grass and soil by the mouth, washed well her eyes, a few times given a deep sigh and walked upstairs cheerfully. The stinging pain changed in an ass fever and an easy burning. The red welts, darkening in some areas, looked clearly, decorating in its own way the young wench's body, which was slender attractive even without all this. Inga has to wonder at herself again. Being naked at all, just flogged, she wanted again to give herself to this beast. For all that, she did not feel herself a humble or an unhappy one. That has never been before, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes glowed now. Now her warder becomes more talkative, this makes glad her too. Now she wants to speak with him round the clock.
      -Master teacher, you promised me yesterday to uncover something like a great secret, - Inga has spoken briskly to him.
      -But are you ready to listen it?- he has turned to look at her.- Oh, wonderful! You are just spanked, however I see, judging by your eyes, you have a large spare of the optimism. I welcome this! But are you able to listen with enough attention to digest, to learn well and forget never?
      -I hope,- the girl has answered, smiling.
      -Well. You may be don't agree. I'm not going to drum my convictions in your beautiful bottom, however you must KNOW that such a way of things exists too and REMEMBER its content. You must not agree but must remember. If you forget, I'll spank you. And you know the "Code of prisoner's behaviour": one case, don't solve a difficult puzzle, other case, don't learn that, which is chewed and put into the mouth. It will hurt to sit, that's exactly. All the attention here, wench! - Suddenly his friendly and frivolous tone becomes changed into severe and imperative one. Then he adds more mildly:
      -Sit on the stump and listen me.
       She sits down. The rough stump has stung her naked flogged halves again. Although Inga isn't worried about recent punishment, but doesn't want to repeat it. She feigns a great attention not to be punished once more.
      -The part one of this great verity consist of the five words: THE MAIN BULK OF PEOPLE ARE STUPID. What do you say about it?
      -I hope, if I say frankly, I'll not be punished: don't you play a trick on me? And is it the same "that great secret"? Something like this I somewhere heard already.
      -That's the matter, the only first part says nothing. But hear's the part two: ...BY THEIR OWN CHOOSE. Here certain comments are necessary, so listen with attention.
       Every human is born a genius. Everybody thanks to his own peculiarity is able to attain such a high level, comparable with Newton or Einstein. At first sight there is a contradiction: all the world are geniuses and all the world are idiots an the same time. But the point is that the freedom was given for anyone: he may CHOOSE the genius's way or the idiot's way. And finally he may dash aside from one way to another or go along the idiot's way for a long time, then recollect suddenly and, like "changing a railway point", move on the genius's way.
        What is the essence of the genius's way? TO SEEK, to seek inside himself a gold mine, what efficiency of would be inexhaustible. For example, take a radio: it will keep silent till be tuned in a certain wave. The SEEKING makes with an adjusting knob. Our predestination, just we have entered into the conscious stage of the life, to start this seeking. The beginning of the seeking is the same repentance.  Be knowing: ancient Greek equivalent of the word "repentance" means something like "change of the thinking". Are you listening to me, wench? I'll ask you. If you forget something, I'll spank you.
      -Tell. It's interesting for me.
      -If you are listening, it must be interesting in fact, because in the soviet conditions you could hear this nowhere before. Even in the free countries the most people goes along the idiot's way, and what do you expect here, then. Note: here all comes down to the fact that people here are driven into the society by force, by any price, but someone needs in it and profits from this very much. Even if a holiday concurs with weekend, one doesn't let them have free time a few days running, but tries to make them to come to work these days, repaying the days or carrying them over to the leave. Why so? Someone may remain with himself and start THINKING. If he is thinking, he has a good chance TO DISCOVER something. SOMEONE WHO HAS BEGUN TO THINK WITH HIS OWN HEAD, HE BECOME AUTOMATICALLY A HEAD TALLER, THAN THE PEOPLE AROUND HIM. And how can a human develop, how can he find his gold mine or how can he tune himself in certain wave, when in fact, even the most of believers give to the society such a place in the mind, which must be occupied by Lord in the Highest? He checks every his step on the opinion of the society, every routine trifle of the everyday life. If he, although mentally, retreats to the millimeter from the admitted behaviour, in his imagination in a moment appear old bags, gossips indicating on him with fingers, muzhiks beating him on his mug and naming him with bad words.
      -But it is around the world...
      -Let's compare. An Englishman among a people is able to play any part. He would follow the standard rules even better than a Slav. But for example, the best his friend, it's possible, doesn't know about his terms with his wife, either they love each other, or they are going to divorce. The society is stupid in all the world, but there isn't such a supervision, such a meddling in the private life. An isolation is not taken as something seditious. More it is shameful to poke one's nose into other people's affair instead be busy with the own problems. Because of this, there is a society more developed in every respect, including the pecuniary one, because the way is more widely open for those, who has been aware himself as a strong personality.
       When you studied at school, were there cases of the collective persecution against someone alone?
      -Yes, they took place as far as I remember.
      -The elder instructed to others: "watch the people and be the same as they are". What boiled down all this to? To a thing that IT WAS TABOO ON THE RIGHT TO BE HIMSELF. How can one find a gold mine when it is forbidden move from an ordered place? How can a radio be tuned on a necessary wave when it is forbidden to turn the adjustment knob? As a result, we see a society representing a mob of the idiots. Someone is taken as a clever man, the other is taken as a fool, but don't look for clever men there. Them there no. Remember: never, no one will advise you something reasonable, but suppose if their advice is found as a correct one, it will be a rare chance, as rare as a large sum of money may be found on a way by accident. There is the only person, whose advices can be found correct, only one on all the Earth.
       Inga has smiled ironically and looked aside, thinking: "He thinks very highly of himself, megalomania?"
      -Look me in the face, forest wench! There is only person on all the planet Earth, whose advices you've better to take seriously. Just you've thought, who is he, but you haven't guessed it. THIS PERSON IS YOURSELF!
       The naked beauty, sitting on the stump, staring at her severe mentor, also she has stiffened with astonishment, the mouth is open.

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The original Russian text: https://www.proza.ru/2009/12/20/1217
     

     
                         
                                                   
      

The enigmatic abductor. Chapter 3.

       By the way for taking the switches, a thought occurred to her about escape, but she could not find her bearings on the ground at all, and her warder had time to clear this. In the second day of the abducting he spanked her a little, because he had ordered her to gather some brushwood for the campfire a hundred meters away to the West, but she had gone to the East. On an overcast day she would can make a circle and come to the same place and on a sunny day if she takes a constant direction, one doesn't know, how long time she would have to go, it was possible to stay in the forest without water, however it was hot. It was possible to go along the river only downstream, and he would catch up with her quickly. But upstream there is a spacious marsh where it wouldn't drown, but you can get stuck and lose the footwear in the quagmire.
       Where they are, Inga didn't know. She was on a visit to her friend Tania in a village where this friend came on summer vacation.There were all the people who recognized each other long ago. The place was relatively an out-of-the-way corner and one wasn't afraid of any casual unbidden guest. That day she was found at the opposite end of the village from the house where Tania lived, and it was necessary to pee. She came into the shrubbery, did her deed, and suddenly someone had thrown a strangling rope on her neck. A hoarse voice had pronounced:
      -Go where I say! Otherwise, before you succeed to yell, I'm going to tighten the rope, you will swoon, and I'll drag you all the same. The resistance is useless. You'll be worse without any doubts.
       They went about five minutes. She was all pale, with a noose around her neck. Then he had taken off the noose. Inga swung round and saw an unknown guy in front of her. He was not a big guy, but a sinewy, fit one, his age was vague, however it was clear he was older. His eyes sparkled with joy because of the prey is caught well.
      -Now listen me, broad...
      -I'm not your broad!
      -That's not the point. I know you. I know a street in Moscow you live. There are three windows in your flat,- he told her address of Moscow, said where her parents work, who of them and when is at home. He told a lot of other details, even about the mother had flogged her when she was fourteen years old.
      -What do you want something from me, in fact? - Inga tried to pass to the offensive.
      -I've good news and bad news. Here good one: I'm not going to kill you, not to rape.
      -And thanks for that...
      -And here is a bad one: I'm abducting you! From now on you are under my power, become submissive to me. If I want it, I'll make you all bare to creep ten kilometers on all fours, and you will execute it.
      -Not likely! Don't you want a dick, fuck...
       The dangerous stranger's hand had done a quick movement as lightning. A whizz had sounded. Inga had flinched and just had time to think "Ouch, I'm fool! Have made angry him, however he is a loony, he is going to kill me!"
       Something encircled her left thigh with whistle and stuck into it through the tracksuit pants. A pain was augmenting and immediately it was the second lash. Inga had grasped the hurting point and rubbed it, hissing of pain. Just only she had understood it was a flogging and no attempt on her life. During she was squatting, he had given two lashes else to her, one lash on her bottom and another one on her back. Inga had howled, eyes wide open, and jumped up. The stranger seized her by the hand saying:
      -Now I don't order you to creep on your fours, but we are going to go for a walk, otherwise you will be fat, lose your beauty because of staying without moving. However you are a girl of the top-class, though a rubbishy one as all the world, but you will obey my every word. Now I can take off your pants; five times I've whipped you already, the rest is ninety five else.
      -Do not! That hurts! S-s-s, - girl hissed, ready to submit already, rubbing the back with her free hand.
       He had put a black band on her eyes, so that she can't see where they go and led her for a long time, telling carefully about tussocks, little pits and twigs being on the level of her face. They walked near two hours, then the band was taken off. The sky became covered with clouds, but it wasn't raining. Often the abductor inspected the direction using the compass and while this ordered her to turn aside. They walked very long time and had arrived at the destination only on the third day. Two nights they had spent under the open sky. Several times else, he put the band on her eyes, three times of them, it seemed, they crossed over some highways. It was clear they had gone near fifty kilometers from the start and, it was probably, to go back in Moscow they have to use another direction of the railway. No combing the forest surrounding the village would bring nothing. When they do the first miss abducting, understanding what it happened in fact, it would be too late, no dog would take the track.
      -What a rogue! - the girl thought. - He has appeared as a bolt from the blue!
       In the village, where the rumours spread with lightning speed all over the neighbourhood and exaggerate, however there nobody noticed a suspicious stranger who waylaid her a few days for sure, maybe a few weeks.
       Still somewhere on a border of the mind Inga began to understand that the proverb "the knowledge is a power" is not an idle phrase. Now she is on the territory of the strong state, which moreover likes to meddle in all sides of the life, including conjugal infidelity and the education children in the spirit of the Marxism-Leninism, but she has found herself in another state at all, where he is a lord and she is a slave girl, whom he flogs every day as a nanny goat, and as a result he has made her, an adult girl, to obey as a little child; it's good that  he still doesn't... But what is going on, herself?!
       A pleasing wave moved below of the belly. Inga wagged by the thighs, suddenly she has recollected. Returning, stretching out the switches to her executioner, at the first time she said from the heart, sincerely:
      -Flog me, please, let it would hurt. It's really that one must flog me properly, - and she went on to herself mentally: For I'd not want to fuck with this madman together!
       She stood up; put her hands behind of the head and closed her eyes. A whistle was heard, and the twig whipping by its middle on the right thigh, stuck with its tip into the left one. The strokes followed one by one. Inga opened her eyes which soon, it seemed, like sparkled, then she started to jump a little, as a wind-up toy. When the flogging was over, she stooped, shrinking and rubbing the reddening welts, sighing slowly. There were no tears. Then she came to her senses, went down to her knees, pronounced as usual:
      -Thank you for the lesson, my master!
       He stroked her hairs, playing pulled her ears.
      -Don't you forget, my beauty, according the order we have a lesson of the auto-flagellation for today?    
       Oh, how she hated such lessons! He trained her, as a medieval nun, to flog herself. Only three strokes with electric wire, but he demanded from her the perfect real strokes. It was her due to receive ten strokes with his hand for one missed, and he could flog more hurt, than her mother with jump-rope.

      -Today you have to spank on the right haunch. Here, keep it, - he gave to the girl the same wire.
       Inga took the implement of her torture in her hand and stood up, feet apart widely. This damn pleasing wave passed through herself again. Oh no, away! She has whipped her right haunch with all her might so, that the middle of the wire touched the front and its tip, encircling the haunch, stuck behind. Right away she has whipped herself in the second time, and a drawling "Ouch!' has escaped her lips, almost in a whisper. She found the courage to whip in the third time. After this the girl's face reddened and the eyes exuded the tears.
      -Attagirl, broad! Only take into account, it is a body who feels the pain, however you are not implicated in it. It is difficult to explain it with words, you will understand it during the experience. I give only one example. The pain is falling on you as a hard load and you are trying to fight down it only with your own force. There aren't enough of them. One doesn't play with pain "someone who would chip". One leaves it. Here are key questions one must ask himself: 1. What is the pain? 2. How does it concern me?
      -How you flogged me for the escape, all your theory would go to the dogs. It was impossible to think anything.
      -It served you right, naughty wench. However I feel, we shall play jump-screech with you in plenty, - said he, failing hide his delight. - You want to overcome difficult things at one stroke. I've introduced the lessons of the auto-flagellation only for your starting from easy things. One doesn't learn a manual from the tenth form being in the first one. But sometimes one can turn the pain into the joy. Of course, it depends of an individuality. The pain can have a lot of shade like the colours, the sounds, the smells, the tastes. You couldn't fail to observe that both pains are different if to whip, of a long switch and of an electric wire.
      -Yes, the pain of the mother's jump rope and one of the father's belt, these are different too, but one spanked me rarely. only if some awful took place.
      -The badness wasn't they flogged you rarely, but that they stopped to flog you early. However it may be for the better. Somebody must punish who is able to teach something. But I've not finished saying about different reaction to the pain, right up to the joy. Is it known to you that the Spanish flagellants scourged themselves with lashes to the extent that the blood squirted and if young girls walked to meet them, they tried that the drops of blood would squirt on the girls. And the girls of Sparta were flogged not only like a punish, but for developing of the sensuality too, and sometimes they had a few orgasms while the spanking.
       By the way Inga opened her eyes wide increasingly because of the astonishment, looking at the strange storyteller inquiringly.
      -I heard something else, I don't know exactly, is it a truth or isn't it, long ago some people, to have a good luck in anything, they employed experts flog properly, so to say, those who were knowing their trade, then these people stripped to the skin, allowed to tie up themselves, yelled because of pain, as you did at that time, after this they thanked these masters, even paid them money. But I don't know, what there were more, a superstition or some mystical truth in fact. Of course, you are thinking that I'm a madman who is crazy about the flagellation. It's not known, what you will be crazy about, when you will be yourself.
      -I want to be like all the sane people.
      -But you will be unhappy, then. The humane society, which exists, it's incompatible with the happiness. Jean-Jacque Rousseau was right that a human is unhappy in the society: "I hasten to reach with rapid steps a country. As soon as I see a verdure, I'm starting to breathe. May one be surprised that I love the solitude! I see only the animosity on the faces of the men, but the nature smiles me always". (Translation by the author).
So he wrote in his last book "Reveries of a Solitary Walker". And this great man wanted to construct a happy society - here is his tragic mistake! In fact, as it turned out, the same concepts the "happiness" and the "society" are incompatible.
      -May I sit down on the stub? I'm tired.
      -Take a seat, my beauty, I'm allowing.
       Only now he has noticed, she is carried away by the conversation so much, she has not only forgotten to put on her swimsuit, but even continues to keep the wire in her hand. Inga has sat down straight with her bare bottom on the rough stub. At some points she felt hurt a little after today's spanking. (After that terrible flogging for the escape she couldn't sit that day and the following one too).
      -What I've just spoken about?
        Inga tried to remember being afraid.
      -Give me the wire.
       Inga obeyed and has remembered right away:
      -You've said that the happiness and the society are incompatible.
       Her tormentor has rolled up the wire and hitched it to his swimming suit by a special clip.
      -I'm not forcing you to believe in it, only remember that such an opinion exists too. I agree with this opinion, then you will may receive evidence, was I right or I wasn't. However I don't advise to protract the experience: your life will can be spent in vain.
      -But what a happiness may be in the solitude? It is impossible!
      -The Soviet power has intimidated all of you, supposedly a man being alone means nothing. You may don't agree with me. One has to outgrow by many verities by experience, not every of them may be proved in words only. But... It may be... Solitary like-minded persons find each other if there are very much of coincidences as well as it's possible, in their views, inclinations. The history knows such great consolidations. After this a desire appears to increase the circle. At first they accept beginners with caution, overplaying in something. Then they underplay, accepting in their community anyone from the street, and it's gone-gone: stool pigeons, underlings, in conclusion, the great unity turns into a banal society, however the society, as Rousseau had written one day, is a people's herd. To attempt to create a happy society is the same thing as to attempt to heat outside of a house in winter instead one must heat at home, in fact, and close all the doors more tightly. To the point, you are tired. One must not give so much of the information at once. Otherwise it will be flying into one ear and flying out through the other one, - saying this, he has pulled her ear a little. - However, my beauty, tomorrow is Wednesday, and in accord of the 'Code of prisoner's behaviour" I shall spank you with wire. Hold on, wench! - Her tormentor has smiled merrily.
       And Inga was excited by sitting on the stub. She could not get rid of the pleasant sensations which were evoked by all around: the rough stub, the fresh air refreshing her body by an agreeable coolness, because the sun has just hidden behind the cloud and the voice of this strange man speaking with her at the first time so long and his flesh is excited by swimming trunks well evidently. Suddenly again she has wanted to give him herself, to be sat on his stake, to be pierced, and come what may. Or to fall on her knees and give him herself as she gave herself today to his switches, digging her head in the ground and and to yell because of happiness as she yelled because of pain. Is it still a happiness on the Earth? But what the people would say!? Oh, my God! So she was changed that is sitting on the stub, is naked completely, even has forgotten to put on the swimming suit, is sitting in front of the guy who is well excited who is clothed only in swimming trunks! Inga has jumped up and started putting on her swimming suit. The abductor observed her. She has sat down on the stub again. The desire went away. If anyone saw them! One would must send them both to a madhouse! But it has been so nice!
      -The society and the happiness are incompatible, - these words have escaped her, are pronounced sadly and pensive, and from her eyes a tear has rolled down, which she had brushed away, and reproached herself mentally for the sentimentality which not existed before.
      -It is possible, you are starting to understand something already, - he turned aside, rubbing the swimming trunks in the front. His captive had noticed it, and the wave of the voluptuousness passed through her body again, from the lower part of the spine.
        Suddenly he had swung around, looking at her with enthusiastic eyes, straight in the face:
      -You are ready now, and tomorrow, after the morning rite I'll open a great verity for you, a truth which is urgent for all the peoples and for all the times.
     
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The enigmatic abductor. Chapter 2.

      -How beautiful you are! But let your back takes a rest a little, and this prankish thing is wearying for amusements and one must play with it,- he said, pinching Inga gently on the very middle of the right buttock. Now come on the log!
       Inga obeied, came to the log, mounted on it, squatted down. It was their toilet. The abductor prepared some paper already. She had to ease herself before his eyes looking at him, without  looking aside in the process. So he trained her to be sincere, to exceed all the bounds in frankness. She must uncover all parts of her body, all nooks of her soul before him which just is possible to open.
        The gnats, feeling a gratuitous pray, flew together little by little. Two stung her already by their probosces into the haunch, several of them stung her into the back, one stung into the buttock, another one stung into the most vulnerable place, provoking an unbearable itch. Inga made an effort and evacuated finally.
      -I've done all.
       As usual, her warder came to her place with papers in his hand, without any disgust he wiped up her. Inga at all did not want to get used to it, and blushed with shame. He threw the paper on the bonfire site and had set fire to it. Obeying to a crazy custom, Inga walked to the river along the trodden path where nobody went, excepting both them. The malefactor followed her closely.
       The river flowed parallel to a stream falling into it, with spring ice-cold water. This stream flowed along a bottom of a deep ravine and their tent was standing above. Even in the river the water was colder than in others neighbouring rivers, because these cold streams fell in the same river.
       After going down off the high and steep bank covered by forest, Inga entered into the water higher than her knees. The abductor wearing always only a swimming trunks at such cases, came next, taking a soap, leaving the soap dish on the ground. Washing her some rest that was not wiped with paper, he has soaped his hand again and stuck his soaped middle finger into her narrow hole. Inga has twitched involuntarily. Certainly, it would be quite agreeable, if a thought about other people didn't make her blush. It didn't reach her reason, that such an action can inflame her passion strongly. She started to notice that her tormentor is excited in such moments, however this could be explained by approaching flogging, because the joy he flog her with, she has noticed since the first days. She was curious, is it the same sadism which she heard about from a distance? Or the sadism is some other thing? She considered herself as a competent girl from an upright family. She is cautious, wouldn't commit a disgrace or follies. Certainly, she was not a girl already, but she had enough of the cunning and the intelligence don't allow that after "this" anyone points at her with finger with a derisive, telling to others drunks, how was he with her, what does he with her together and et cetera.
As everyone around she was grown up without God, instead God there was the public opinion which for she could sacrifice anything. If there exist (Lord, absolve me) a cult of the public opinion, we should have the Saint Inga among others saints. But here, in the forest, communicating with this brute, her opinion about herself was defeated decisively, but a needed standard, what she must be, it was not determined for the present. The relax alarm for her life, the fear of pain, now all this was changed to the feeling of her own shame and littleness, which, it is possible, the feelings, that the "cocks" have in prison, that are the rape victims, who are raped recently. However, as distinct from these latter, she had a possibility to hide or to embellish many things, then the shaken public opinion of her after her strange disappearance, it would become balanced again. Partially this consoled her, only partially, because now she has to do double dealing. She was displeased, because this was unusual and as well as reprehensible.
      -Have you forgotten?! To plunge seven times! The walls fell in through the number "7" in Jericho! - repeated he his habitual phrase.
       Docilely Inga sank in the cold water seven times up to the neck. These seven blows of the cold drove her out of her wits almost as well as seven swats of a lash, but a completely different way. She heard about Jericho only that there was a "Jericho's trumpet", so one says about a stentorian voice - she didn't know about those events of the distant past anymore. She considered herself as a developed girl. Also she lived in Moscow, almost near the centre, but here this forest brute presented to her surprises of his erudition every day, which in comparison with she felt herself as an unskilled barbarian, and it was a single consoling that she is not worse than other people are.
       After bathing she went higher, the abductor was next. Reaching their conventional place, she stopped, turned her face to him, dropping her eyes, she began to say with a trembling voice:
      -Sir teacher, one must flog me more often and more painful for I don't get out of hand. Flog me ,please.- The last words she had pronounced almost in a whisper and was afraid of additional swats for this.
      -I'm going to satisfy your request, my forest wench. You are going to get fifteen swats as always.
      -What an attitude must I strike?
      -Go down on all fours, head on the ground, hands back, interlace, don't disunite them! Don't fall on the side! Or I will renew the counting.
       The malefactor had taken the birches wet in the forest puddle and played with them in the air. (On Wednesday and on Friday an electric wire operated) Inga was ready and thought: "I've better, he would fuck me, he is a wretched crazy!".
       He passed over her perineum with a tip of the rod, passed along all the slit, up to her back, but didn't delay anymore. The twig had cleaved the air, a savoury whip... keeping silent... Second... Third...
      -Ouch!- Inga squealed after forth one. Now these "Ouch!" alternated with constrained sobbing and became longer to end.
       At the end of the thrashing, at his command she had stood erect, continued kneeling, thanked her teacher through tears, for doing good to her. Then she stood up and took a breath, with relief and joy: the punishment is finished now.
       They went both to the tent. She helped her master to kindle the firewood, prepare the food, the tea. The daily morning rite is finished. Now it may rub themselves against gnats and feel free. Despite the fact that he could flog her again for any accidental inadvertence, these little punishments, though even these she couldn't almost stand without tears and yells, but they didn't provoke such a panic terror.
       Only now she has paid attention at the sombre and severe beauty of the spruce and birch forest, which is crossed by ravines, by slopes and rises; some place non-typical for the Moscow area, and the sky was covered by crowns of trees for the most part, it was saturated by bright blueness as well as washed one, in contrast to the off-white sky near large towns. There was something whereof the heart would be filled with joy, but Inga may not allow herself this.
       Nobody instructed her anything, excepting how to look attentively at the people to be the same like they are, try not to differ in nothing. The bookstores were overloaded with communist jabber and eulogies for Motherland, Party and Lenin. It was not possible to buy in normal even the most innocuous in terms of poliсy belletristic literature, but at least just a little intelligent one, free from the propaganda. It was an item in short supply which costed ten times more expensive covertly, than its real value was. And where from this poor girl could learn a valuable Carnegie's advice: "If the life has prepared a lemon for you - make lemonade". There was no trace of the Carnegies and others. Even nobody heard of them. The enigmatic abductor, making a show of being busy, watched the girl.
      -Remember,- his voice had sounded. Inga had raised her eyes.- Remember! There is no an objective criterion of the correct attitude to life. This attitude rendering someone happy, only it is correct. That attitude to life rendering someone feeling himself  unhappy - is not correct. Remember this, I'll ask it. You may not agree to it, but remember. ONLY A CORRECT ATTITUDE TO LIFE WILL RENDER YOU HAPPY!
      -Is it you consider I can be happy here?
      -In fact, you cannot nowhere be happy excepting here. Do you remember I said you that you had died long ago? That life you lived, there is not to be a happiness. Such a life is not better than death. Look at women who are a forty years old. Many of them still haven't known what an orgasm is. If you go their way, you will arrive in the same place like they have. In fact a woman forty years old can love and be loved one as in twenty.  Already they've buried themselves, gave up as hopeless, they refused all the things by this trite excuse: "We need nothing" and even try to defy it.
      -All the world lives like that.
      -They don't live, but drink from a close-stool. It's better don't argue. It's better to test this, to test that, then early or late the truth itself will come to light.
       Her warder became more talkative. This time he let himself go so that if someone appeared in the distance, he would guess tourists with a tape recorder listen to a Vysotsky's recital.
      -Well, my dish. Let's come down to business. Take off your swimsuit and sit down on the heels. So sit during ten minutes, then it will be the asanas for the stretch.
        Inga had performed all the exercises impeccably and it was unexpectedly even for him. To the end of them she lay down on her back, relaxed and fell asleep about two minutes.
       In half an hour he had called her:
      -Here's a problem, my girl. Take a pen, a notebook, but at first write what one must.
       While she had to write seven times: "Be a diligent o girl, not to be flogged". Of course, Inga was lucky not always to be a diligent enough. The little punishments were following just after her blunders, now they provoked not fear, but some kind of a mental unacceptance like unpleasant medical treatments as a painful injection or a bathing of wounds and etc.
       When the ritual phrase was completed, the abductor began to speak right away:
      -All the attention here! We have a segment with a point in the middle. We call this point as "the center". We call this segment as a "one-dimensional sphere".
       Inga looked up suddenly at him.
      -Do you want to be sure whether am I crazy? At first, listen to the end, then solve, if you don't want to be flogged again, and only after this you will conclude. If I'm crazy, there wouldn't be a solution, but it is in my pocket, finished one, on a sheet. And you are to make a little discovery which was discovered long ago. Also, a volume number one of the one-dimensional sphere is equal 2R. Let's take a two-dimensional sphere - this is a circle. A volume number two of the two-dimensional sphere is equal... - he looked at Inga inquisitive.
      -Pi R squared, the volume number two - this is the area, - answered Inga willingly drawing into the game and rejoicing at her own keen wits.
       He wanted to answer with an irony: "And you are quick-witted, broad". But he had checked himself in time, understanding that it's better don't cloud her interest just waking in the mathematics.
      -That's correct! And the volume number three, that is the usual volume of a sphere, it is equal 4/3 pi R cube. Also, broad, in the mathematics it is possible to work not only in the three dimensions, but in four one, in five one and more, for ever and ever. It is in the physical world we don't know dimensions more than three, we can draw only three perpendicular reciprocally directions, but in the mathematics one can check all the calculations of the multidimensional objects. All things fit, then the theory works. So, find a formula of the volume number four of the four-dimension sphere. I give you half an hour for this.
       Inga had inclined above the note-book, took out a draft sheet was put in it, turned over a page don't see these words "...not to be flogged", and it is possible, it will happen so. She had plunged into the work. Fully half an hour she looked for a regularity among the three formulas were well-known since school, being worried as at the exam, but failed to find this regularity. She had noticed this strange man stood behind her and looked into her notebook, where the course of her thought was reflected in the form of formulas, during the feverish search. Inga had turned to him. Her tormentor stood keeping a sleek scrap of paper in his hand, which it was written on, in big letters and well: V=1/2π²R⁴.
      -What did you learn in the institute? You've passed one year of the teaching, reached the differential equations getting more complex to the end of the year, however here is usual integration, not complex one. Look: the length of the segment is the integral sum of the points; the area of a circle is the integral sum of all the parallel chords, including the diameter; the volume of a sphere is the integral sum of all the circles are formed by crossing the sphere with parallel planes, including the big circle. And finally, my girl, the volume number four of the four-dimension sphere is the integral sum of the spheres. Then there are an usual calculating. Now you know what to do, however I'm going to tell you all the same.
       He took from Inga the notebook, the pen, did all the needed calculations which led to the well-known result.
      -What can you say?
      -I need to be flogged, - and added in a cheerless voice.-Properly.
      -I shall satisfy your request, forest broad.
      -What position must I stand in?
      -Take off your swimsuit, you will stand straight, keep your hands behind your head. You may be crying and jumping. You may not squat down or disjoint your hands. You may not stoop down very low. Bring me the twigs. I will flog you on your haunches in front; ten swats.
       Inga had stripped to the skin again. She would like to cry in her vexation, because of her own inability during the solving of the problem. Somehow she didn't feel a fear. Instead this, it was an unpleasant feeling of a person who was duped.

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The enigmatic abductor. Chapter 1.

       Her eyes just opened, it seems, by themselves, breaking the course of empty thoughts, which were ruminating in the sensitive morning sleep. Thoughts which had little important in itself, it is they are forcing her for a while to forget the reality which sometimes is hard to remember by those who is just waking up. The first moment of the stopping these thoughts and an indifference, it has changed by astonishment: during any part of second Inga has not understood but felt that this reality is going to be more than strange. In a strange and cramped interior the sun rays of morning struggled through stripy walls like tarpaulin one.
       Inga has stirred instinctively. A mild pain signaling from back, in a moment it has helped her to remember everything. The fate gave an unusual reversal: it flung her not from a nightmarish dream in the carefree reality, but quite the contrary. That, it seemed, which would be a dream, it declared itself clearly, pretending to the most real existence. That, what nobody would believe in, if to tell anyone, it turned out enough palpable.
      And the nature, it seemed, there was no way it wanted to admit the horror of her situation. A green forest was swarming with various life forms, filled up with joyful songs of the birds. It was as if all things on the outside wanted to congratulate and to welcome her and the fact that she is found in a captivity. Somewhere in secret nooks of her conscience she had discovered a treacherous thought: "And why do you actually grow hysterical? Look how it's beautiful all around! Here's nothing as terrible one. Is it well by cause of the small troubles..." Immediately another thought had interrupted the first one, but without words. It seemed to her the parents, the former classmates, families from a large courtyard of Moscow, all of them, young and old alike. What if they will find out, all the details?! And what if they will find out, how just she have connived all this? But the common sense had interrupted this thought immediately, for that was going too far. Certainly they would cannot reach for her sincere deep thoughts. Are they like Messing really? (Messing - a Polish Jew, the famous psychic, was escaped from Hitler's Germany in the USSR - author's note).
      Of course, for a while it was not anything terrible. If the monster would like to kill her, he had lots and lots of very good instants for this, and long ago he would profit from the favourable situation for realization any fancy which is able to come to the sinful mind of a maniac. But even he didn't rape her so far. Though in this Brezhnev's epoch nobody of her known people would dare to consider this man as a normal one, but how exactly he had calculated all! Quickly she has played mentally over the events of the last weeks: it seems, her captor didn't do just only one a mistake. And let he is a madman, but he is a clever, intricate and calculating madman and it is doubtful he would grow hysterical in his detriment or to the detriment of a cause which he has ventured.
      Inga has caught herself that she is thinking, she is thinking independently, logically and correctly. Prior to that, she had never to work mentally in this way. It seemed, all thought together, that is she and all who was near her. And there was not a fear "to lose the way", then just they would correct her thinking. It seemed, all knew the way and all knew, if one may say so, a certain "timetable" in which it is indicated, in what age one must or one must not do something, that is the "timetable"which all "normal" people lives under. But the "timetable" has not foreseen the things were going on last days with her. She was thrown either into a remote past or into another planet, almost into the other world, and if to compare this with the real life, it was not more alike than a sudden arrest and jail for anyone who never kept in mind anything like this.
      Today her brain worked, as never before, accurately and clearly, and she suspected whereof so. The day before yesterday, the evening her tormentor had given her some trash, adding secretly something into the tea with jam made in the mess tin and poured into the mugs. By all appearance, he did by himself go to some town because he came back with two big backpacks full of food supplies and all sorts of small things needed in the forest. And yesterday she had wakened well over afternoon for some minutes before his return and not that to run away, but even it was difficult to move with a finger because of the exact influence some hypnotic or drug. She would have time to move away only several hundred metres, one day this happened and she knew, what she would get for this. At all she had no desire to get it again.
      However, there was nothing special what she would can be glad for: this morning as every other one, she was waiting for the shame, the cold and the pain.
     -Have you awoken, broad? - a hoarse and harsh voice had heard from outside. (Unfortunately, this was not Vysotsky, though the voice was resembling).
     -What? Is it time?
     -It's half past ten. You may drowse a half an hour else. Or do you want it now?
     -I've better more later.
     -The law is on your side, babe.
      However, about ten minutes she was bored with this tedious waiting and she had ventured to bring closer this morning rite: earlier start - earlier end. And having a good sleep as never before, she hated to lie idle. According as this mad rite ordered, she had taken off the turtleneck sweater,  the bra, the tracksuit pants and even the panties and had come out all naked, like those who would plunge into the slough.
     -All right. It's hard to keep a place after such rest. Now then! Turn your back!
       Inga obeyed. All her back was covered over fresh welts from the yesterday's and more early wild rites and her careless faults. More lowly, greatly paled traces of that unforgettable whipping for the unsuccessful escape and the resistance. That time he had run down her and, grabbing the ear, bent down her to the ground. She tried to kick him with her foot on the genitals, but failed. Further he led her silently and imperturbably. "So, it's probably, once, Joan of Arc was led in her last way " - Inga remembered from the lesson of history. Then she was terrified, and she tried to hide the fear by a naive question:
      -Even you don't scold me. Why is that?
      -Now my lash is going to scold you.
       On the way to the reprisal, her childhood came to mind involuntarily. Sometimes the father punished her with belt, but the mother stood up for her always, while calling him as a nutcase and a pervert, which made him blush and after this he tolerated Inga's tricks a long time. However the same mother, in case of significant faults, punished her very seldom but with cruelty. Last time Inga caught very hot at the age of fourteen years old, when her numerous fake signatures of parents under an obstinately growing number of the bad grades in her pupil's book were disclosed. Unexpectedly she had grown bolder, reasoning with herself: "It's awful only for the children. Until what age I will be afraid of flogging? Mom will whip my bottom, no big deal!"
       At that time she had obeyed mother, baring her bum, which was protuberant already at that age, and allowing to clutch her head between mother's knees. At first, Inga had stood silently seven or eight swats of jumping rope. Wanting to hide the increasing pain, this became already unbearable for her, Inga had given voice:
      -Mom... it hurts... indeed... - this sounded with a tone clearly ironical, what could be translated in the ordinary language as follows: "Although, it is unpleasantly a little, but you, mom, are doing nonsense". But the skipping-rope continued to whistle spanking, already Inga didn't control herself, but she was screaming that usually young girls scream in such cases:
      -Ouch, what are you doing?! What hurts! It hurts! Ouch, don't...ouch! I will not anymore! - And finally shouting: "Oh I can't stand it anymore!", - she had turned into a chaotic, frenzied, breathless and confused yell which had quietened down just after the last lash and was changed into a hissing and a groaning in a low voice. Shouting several swear words at her address, the mother whipped Inga one time else, and now the only swat provoked a loud scream of the girl. After the punishment she had looked with tearful eyes at the window and seen an adult fellow, a land surveyor who was standing with a surveyor's pole at the corner of the house and listening. She was ashamed: he well heard just she be spanked and it is good that he didn't know her.
       However this recent flogging for the escape had surpassed all that she had experienced in childhood. That time he had ordered her to encompass a thick tree with outstretched arms, tied together her wrists not touching each other a little, trailed another rope under the armpits, winding round the shoulders and tied the tags of the rope to an upper bough, to limit her ability to squat down to the ground. Also the malefactor had tied every foot separately below, that is with ankle joint, she wouldn't try to cover her bottom by feet. Then leisurely, he had taken from the pocket a wire was winded and folded in two, the round cross-section in the cover of  polyvinyl chloride, the inside is of copper. In the form folded in two, the wire was a little longer than a half of meter.
       A melodious whizz was heard. Surrounding the left hip and the left buttock, the flexible tags of the wire have stuck into the right one. The first instants Inga felt nothing, but right away the pain was almost suffocating, it captivated her without intention to abate.
      -Ouch,- the girl uttered a moan almost in a whisper, throwing back her head.
       A second following swat was as well surrounding and melodious, then a third, a forth, and all of them were fallen on the same point almost. A loud yell was heard in the forest. The barrier of her standing was crushed. Baring her teeth and staring with a pleading look in the monster's face, Inga yelled at the top of her voice, but this didn't keep him from flogging. He, entering into the taste, continued to welt her resilient and white bottoms which she twisted with and jumped up, and all this was very seductive, even for seasoned types. Her body, it seemed, hoped instinctively to evade the unwanted and cruel pain and herself was ready for all the things this maniac would demand from her, if only to stop this torture.
     -What do you want, I'll do anything! Ah-ah-ah-ah! What do you want, I'll do it! - she cried at the top of her lungs with a hoarse voice, frightening away the neighbouring birds and the wild boars.
       And the whip continued a long time to pierce, now into one point several times, now into another by the same way, and she thought that he intends to flog her to death, and if it is so - let faster. Such thoughts, accompanied with her heartrending cries, flowed not smoothly, as usual, but they flashed and disappeared like lightnings in the night.
       And now he was stroking her hair, effortlessly pulling her ears, so why is she still screaming? Inga had stopped screaming and burst into tears. The cascade of tears relieved her pleasantly off all the simmering and aching things in her soul, which were ripened during these six years of the adult life without tears, when one starts to swallow silently insults and troubles, pretending to be imperturbable, becoming a hypocrite, so the soul harden, the look goes out, every trifle deposits on his shoulders, accumulating to old age as a heavy load of the past,  which one bends under, what after nothing makes him happy any more, neither mountains, seas and forests, nor the dawns and the sunsets. Inga wailed and the soothing pain was changed into the feeling of a catharsis. So a forest is cleared after a tearing storming downpour. As she had become a little girl again, ready to fulfil any whims of cruel parents who had just punished her, and she, being driven into the infernal ecstasy by the cruel pain, had promised them to obey at all, not affected, but enough sincerely. The nice feeling of the body and soul, who were shuddering in sobbing, was changed gradually into the disappointment at her own weakness in comparison with partisans of the Resistance, the Christian martyrs and victims of the inquisition.
      "They hadn't submitted because of severe trials, but I have given in to a simple flogging. It is possible, he is going to screw me; it may be he will make me to perform fellatio. Let be it! It serves me right! Let all burns in the blue blaze!"
       An idea flashed through her mind timidly "He is like an old man, but not a bad chap" immediately was restrained in imagination by hooting faces of all the familiar groups which with she had to associate last times.
      -You want to overcome the pain, however you use a wrong way. I will teach you, broad, but there is a time for everything. You are dead! You are dead not here, not today, but long ago before I had abducted you. Now you are dead, but I want to make you alive. If God's will for this, I will get my way!
       He looked at her tenderly and enthusiastically and continued:
      -Henceforth you are a forest broad, my forest helpmate. You will obey me at all. I will force you to obey!  With me you must be more sincere, more outspoken, than with yourself you are, because you don't know yourself. You have driven into the subconsciousness all your essence and imagined that you are the same like all the rest of the world. But God didn't create identical humans each with other. On the Earth you would not find a couple of identical men as well as you will not find a couple of identical fingerprints. There aren't even identical flies, not saying about humans. So take the trouble to learn, WHO ARE YOU?
      -My name is Inga. My mother had called me like this in honour a figure skate or a gymnast, don't remember.
      -You could be named Maria, Valentine, Lucia but even Nick in prison, such a thing exists, then I will tell you about this. So take the trouble to learn not a label, which one had stuck on you, but your essence.
        After these words a mute scene followed. He looked in her face, and she was taken aback a little, trying to digest what she has heard.
      -I'm your lord, your master. I'm your teacher. You are under my power. Do you want, I will flog you again as fifteen minutes ago?
       Inga began to worry, her lips began to tremble, her eyes flickered uneasily, and she had fallen to her knees.
      -You are my teacher, you are my lord, I'm your helpmate, I'm your forest broad, I'll do anything for you. Do with me what you will. But I beg of you, don't so painful, don't so cruelly! - she blanched and her eyes filled with tears.
      -Already it depends on you. All the same, I will flog you every morning, but slightly, as a formality, for you don't forget your place. And you yourself must ask me this doing. And now descend to the brook, wash your face and go learn the Code of prisoner's behaviour. After all, you are my prisoner now,- he became thoughtful.- Maybe some day you will thank me with all your heart.
       That day she learnt the typed Code of prisoner behaviour, and her tormentor didn't touch her with finger anymore.
       And now, that is two weeks later, she naked was standing in front of him, turning her back being flogged, and he, like a painter, was examining his traceries on her svelte and young flesh.

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The original Russian text: https://www.proza.ru/2009/12/20/1217
                          

Chapitre IX (le dernier). "L'enleveur énigmatique".

Chapitre IX, (le dernier). 

          Bientôt Inga déboucha au sentier, presque envahi par bois, et se dirigea sur lui au Nord-Est. Elle attendait l'autobus à peu près une heure. Dans l'autobus, plein du peuple, elle fut debout. À Zagorsk à la place près de la gare, deux types stupides indiquèrent elle par doigt en souriant malicieusement. Inga se souvint que maintenant elle se trouve au monde hostile et se mit à multiplier en esprit des nombres de trois chiffres. Cela rendait certaines humeurs imperturbables et aidait à retenir les vibrations d'aura qui ne sont pas propres au milieu environnant social. Pendant qu'elle attendait le train électrique, on questionna quelques fois d'elle "quelle heure est-il?" ou "comment passer?" mais en fait, évidemment, tous ils bien tentaient de la discerner.
          Au train, puis au métro, elle fut assise, en surmontant la douleur suivante après les aventures d'hier. Les parents l'attendaient au jour le jour. Ils bien s'étaient calmés déjà. Inga en savait. Son enleveur, maintenant l'amant, il en avait pris il y a quelques années, en avant prises possessions de plusieurs ses cahiers d'école; cela n'était pas trop difficile pour sa nature constante. Il avait brisé beaucoup de papier avant d'apprendre à contrefaire l'écriture d'Inga et de faire la première lettre consolante pour les parents d'elle, qu'il ne pût discerner cette falsification qu'un expert professionnel. Voici le sens de la lettre dont il s'agissait que maintenant elle est une adulte avec sa propre vie et un de ces jours elle a l'intention à s'esquiver du village en direction inconnue, qu'elle se méfie de l'amie Tania, c'est pourquoi celle-là ne saura rien aussi. En s'assurant de l'enlèvement de jeune fille est bien préparée et en rendant compte que l'interruption de l'opération pratiquement n'est pas probable pendant quelques jours, il même envoya la lettre écrite, soi-disant, par main d'Inga, de la ville Konakovo. Il savait que les lettres vont lentement d'une province d'une autre région et le timbre de Konakovo sur l'enveloppe embrouillerait les traces de la fille perdue. 
          Les lettres suivantes étaient écrites par la fille, en fait. Inga les avait écrites et aurait fait cela bien sans peur de la punition. En cas de disparition et sans nouvelles de la disparue, l'imagination de parents aurait pu dessiner des tableaux bien plus terribles que ce qui passait en réalité. Leur inquiétude aurait été en vain. Il n'aurait pas été possible de la trouver, même si la sécurité du Bureau politique de la Partie Communiste serait-elle dépendue de ça. S'ils ne peuvent pas l'aider, soit quand même ils se calmeraient. 
Il allait à Moscou acheter les provisions de bouche et en envoyait lettres à la fois et pour revenir à temps et la "grue" n'aurait pas réussi à s'évader, en prenant le taxi, il dépensait l'argent comparable au salaire mensuel. Il revenait à temps toujours, avant que la prisonnière, qui était nourrie furtivement par psycholeptiques, revînt à soi entièrement. Dans la dernière lettre la "fille prodigue" promit qu'elle reviendrait à l'un de ces jours et n'indiqua pas auquel celui-ci. Après la troisième lettre, les parents malgré tout se décidèrent à faire savoir la police à tout hasard, en donnant leur toutes les trois lettres. Ils se remirent déjà. 
          Le juge instructeur Pouzyrkov s'engraissant et avec double menton, il est surchargé par deux cambriolages et pour comble un meurtre de couteau un indigène taquin, mufle et ivrogne. Le meurtre fut commis par un homme qui bien n'habitait pas ce quartier. Il réussit avec grande peine à se débarrasser de cette affaire qui fut rejetée sur les mains d'un collègue. De tout ça, il était prêt à s'emporter et injurier les visiteurs car il passait pour un cynique, un grossier personnage et un amateur des anecdotes grivoises parmi ses collègues. Si les gens peu connus devinaient sa profession à n'importe quelle cause et questionnaient lui sur cela sans détours: "Est-ce que vous avez un emploi aux organes?", Pouzyrkov transformait cela en plaisanterie, en répondant: "Je ne travaille bien aux organes que dans ceux-ci, de femmes". Néanmoins, en avisant un couple à l'âge à peu près cinquantaine et tous les deux bien habillés et étaient conformes aux standards soviétiques en temps de Brejnev, il se décida à ne pas se laisser aller et à prêter attention à l'essence de l'affaire. Il n'était pas stupide au point qu'il montre ces visiteurs son mécontentement et de plus en forme habituelle. 
          L'information apportée par eux le réjouit car elle ne le chargea d'aucun devoir. Il y eut bien insuffisamment de motif juridique à intenter un procès criminel selon n'importe quel article. Même mieux que cela. Un son copain du Comité (KGB) Zatsepin, le cabinet de lequel se trouvait au bout du corridor, il lui donnait souvent certains conseils sages, grâce à lesquels ses clients, c'est-à-dire, criminels sont pincés un peu plus heureusement. En réponse à cela, comme il convient, Pouzyrkov devait montrer les signes d'attention réciproquement, en donnant l'information qui peut par hasard se trouver utile. L'essentiel est de faire semblant qu'il tâche lui d'aider. C'est le plus probable que tout cela est une bêtise, mais parfois il y a des cas où la "bêtise" peut bien aider. Il savait qu'au présent le Comité est rendu perplexe par la recherche d'un certain écrivailleur insaisissable enrichissant la littérature dissidente et de plus répandant les tracts avec instructions de désobéissance au pouvoir soviétique et de la lutte contre lui. Un jour Zatsepin lui avait raconté que cet écrivassier recherché est enclin à l'enlever les jeunes filles. Depuis longtemps, il y a plus que dix ans, il était convaincu de la préparation pour enlèvement une amoureuse au quartier Kountsevo, où il importunait à parents d'elle au point qu'on lui avait emprisonné pour quelque temps, en accusant lui de voyoutisme. Il était impossible à prouver le fait de la préparation pour enlèvement et la découverte d'intention n'est pas une chose punissable, comme on sait. L'article deux cent six est une baguette magique pour ceux qui veut se débarrasser de quelqu'un mais et il n'y a pas de prétexte. 
          "Si c'est lui-même? Il ne faut jurer de rien. Il est plus probable que ce ne soit pas lui et qu'il n'y eût aucun enlèvement, néanmoins, il ne faut pas manquer l'occasion à manifester pour Zatsepin que toutefois je fais quelque chose pour lui. Si ça va - il se réjouira, espérera que maintenant peut-être il aille pincer ce graphomane et que ses chefs lui aille aille ajouter plus une bagatelle sur pattes d'épaule, - ainsi Pouzyrkov calcula en esprit. 
          -Bien sûr, je sais - dit-il à haute voix -. Vous sentez inconfortable, mais ne vous inquiétez pas. Vous voyez la jeunesse contemporaine, quelle elle est. Votre cas est mieux que ceux-ci pareils chez les autres. La vie la renseignera, elle deviendra plus sage. Il n'y a rien de terrible. Nous avions beaucoup d'occasions pareilles: les filles disparaissaient, même elles n'écrivaient aucune lettre, alors, en effet, nous dévions s'occuper de l'affaire avec peine. Puis elles s'étaient trouvée, comme d'habitude, après une querelle avec l'amant. Même décentes, aussi dans les bonnes familles. Mais ici, malgré tout, elle ne vous oublie pas et envoie les lettres à vous. À propos, en cas, est-ce que vous puissiez laisser ces lettres chez nous? 
          -Bien sûr, prenez, s'il le faut. 
          -J'en vous rendrai après. Et encore une demande, s'il vou plaît, apportez quelque chose écrit par sa main, un ancien cahier d'école, par exemple, ou... 
          -À votre service, nous en apporterons tout juste aujourd'hui, là-bas, quelque chose est sauvé. 
          -Donc, ne vous inquiétez pas! Elle n'est nulle part à jamais mêlée dans une certaine histoire négative. Seulement, à vrai dire, s'il y a l'exigence de l'argent dans les lettres, la situation aurait été assez dangereuse. 
          -À Dieu ne plaise! Vous-même voyez, elle ne demande pas de l'argent, elle ne nous que tranquillise et maintenant elle a "la vie privée" comme si la serait naturelle. 
          -Et quoi vous vous inquiétez? Elle musarde pendant l'été et reviendra, peut-être, en devenant plus sage. Si elle envoie les lettres plus encore, s'il vous plaît, apportez-les chez nous. Non. Tout est bien avec elle. C'est naturellement, quoique nous ne puissions accuser de rien ce type, donc la fille est adulte, néanmoins, il le faut faire venir à conversation, pour il ne se cacherait plus et ne ferait plus s'inquiéter le peuple. Quoique une fois il ait pu venir, se montrer à vous. 
          Les parents apportèrent les anciens cahiers d'Inga le même jour. Pouzyrkov demanda un autre copain qui était un professionnel de l'expertise d'écriture, à faire lui l'amitié, en passant sur canaux officiels, de vérifier la main dont les lettres étaient écrites. C'était une affaire de rien du tout pour expert, mais... il devait à vérifier quelques fois, n'est-ce pas une faute. Il s'est trouvé qu'il y a quelque chose d'impur. En fait, deux lettres étaient écrites par la même main que les cahiers d'école étaient écrits, néanmoins la première lettre fut un faux fait avec zèle. 
          Pouzyrkov galopa chez Zatsepin avec cette nouvelle réjouissante. D'abord Zatsepin fut envahi de la passion de chasse, mais lorsqu'il pesa le pour et le contre, il apprit qu'il ne réussira jusqu'à l'instant où la jeune fille perdue reviendra. 
          -Toute de suite, dès l'instant qu'elle reviendra, envoie-lui la citation à comparaître à la police, - Zatsepin recommanda à Pouzyrkov, - et moi, je converserai avec elle. 
Enfin, lorsque l'automne bien arriva, au milieu de l'été de la Saint Martin, deux délateurs de Pouzyrkov qui étaient retraités tous les deux et assis sur le banc près de l'entrée toujours, c'est ils qui dénoncèrent qu'Inga faillissant être perdue, elle apparut vers le soir au vêtement sportif en mauvais état, en chassures sportives bien usées et deux sacs pleins des champignons et des noix avec elle. 
          La grande ville ne fit pas une impression repoussante toute de suite. Malgré tout c'était une certaine nouveauté. Pendant quelques mois la forêt lui a réussi à ennuyer, mais cette place lui ennuierait pendant quelques jours. Néanmoins, pour le moment, avec curiosité regarda-t-elle à larges rues grondantes par ses autos qui encore n'importunèrent pas et l'asphalte plan, sans pentes et sans montées, sur lequel on marcha si légèrement, donnait lui le sentiment de l'aisance et de l'insouciance. Les parents la rencontrèrent amicalement comme une égale. En réponse elle leur inventa aussi amicablement qu'elle eût habitée une datcha avec un amant en contrée de Konakovo et l'amant racontait peu de sa personnalité car il est employé à l'institution de police. Puis il lui avait importuné et ils s'étaient querellés et il avait dit si elle ou quelqu'un d'autre essaierait de le compromettre, en réponse ce sont les ennuis qui suivraient. Finalement ils s'étaient séparés comme les gens nobles, à tasse de thé, il lui avait donné les champignons et les noix et elle était démarrée. 
          Inga fut pleine de compréhension et de pitié à l'égard des parents, lesquels elle avait dépassés bien loin en développement. Ces propres gens pour trente ans plus aînées qu'elle fut, malheureusement, ils n'auraient pu l'enseigner de rien. Si elle essaya de faire part de ses connaissances à leur, ils s'auraient bouchées les oreilles, et même si ils entendirent et discutèrent, malgré tout ils n'auraient compris rien. Elle eut mal en étant assise à table, mais elle n'en rien laissait voir et même cela l'excitait à l'une certaine manière. Mais alors il fut ajoutée la colère à l'état qui avait transformés ses proches en "zombies" avec perception du monde des Soviétiques, et il y eut quelques mois elle avait été de même et avait eu beaucoup de chances d'être laissée comme ça pour tous le reste de la vie, et toutes les amies restèrent comme ça, et maintenant il était peu probable qu'il fût intéressant à fréquenter d'eux. Et le seul homme avec lequel elle eut de quoi parler, avec lequel elle aurait pu parler avec sincérité passant toutes les bornes, toute la journée, maintenant il s'éloignait par train avec grande vitesse à nord-ouest. 
          Le jour prochain elle passa chez soi, en se reposant, en s'habituant à l'intérieur domestique, en dressant un plan pour les journées prochaines. Enfin le jour passa, le soir est venu. Un peu elle regarda le téléviseur qui bientôt l'ennuierait aussi. Et le matin elle a reçu la convocation de police. 
          -Va, ma fille, sinon il est inconvenant à se cacher. Pouzyrkov est un bon homme, il nous plaignait. Il s'intéresse à ton copain, néanmoins, il semble que les loups ne se dévorent pas entre eux. 
          La mère lui conseilla de s'habiller mieux. Inga obéit mais en cachette maintenant elle préférait de ne pas porter le linge de corps sous-vêtement. Elle sortit dehors. Il ne sait pas pourquoi elle se rappela comme son amant, en paraphrasant l'Évangile, lui avait dit soit pour rire soit pour de bon, il y eut quelques jour avant séparation: "Encore un peu de temps, et tu ne me verras plus; et puis encore un peu de temps, et tu me verras". 
Et elle le vit... Il regardait à lui du stand sous inscription "Ils sont recherchés de la police." 
                    
                    LA POLICE EST A LA RECHERCHE D'UN 
                    DELINQUANT DANGEREUX, NAISSANCE 1940 
                    SEDYKH VITALY ADAMOVICH... 
                    LA POLICE EN SERAIT RECONNAISSANTE... 

          Inga parcourut le texte jusqu'au bout. Là-bas il n'y eut plus même un seul mot de quoi ce "délinquant", pour lequel il est faite telle grande attention, a commis. 
Ce fut son "homme de la planète Terre", le nom de Sibérie, le prénom russe de l'origine latine et le nom patronymique polonais. Si vieux selon calendrier et si jeune dans la vie en tous les sens. 
          Inga bien intriguée, mais ne manifestante aucune émotion, elle entra dans le poste de police et salua poliment l'agent de service. 
L'ÉPILOGUE. 
          On la reconduisit vite de Pouzyrkov au cabinet de Zatsepin; en passant, elle réussit à voir une part d'inscription sur la porte "...affaires de la sûreté d'État". 
          Après avoir produit de l'impression décente sur tous les agents au cabinet de Pouzyrkov et au corridor, au cabinet de Zatsepin Inga fit lui les yeux doux en l'appelant "le chevalier de cape et d'épée". Il tâcha de parler sévèrement avec elle comme il fut possible, sortit la photo de son amant forestier, en nommant lui un "traître à la mère-Patrie", mais elle réussit de ne manifester aucune émotion à propos de tout ça et déclara qu'elle ne connaît pas cet homme et son amant réel, lui-même travaille à la police et sa place d'employer bien n'est pas dernière là-bas. 
          -Et ne grimacez pas, s'il vous plaît. Je ne sais rien et je suis sûre que vous ne me crèverez pas les yeux ou ne m'enculerez pas par soudoir brûlant, ou ne me ficherez pas les clous sous ongles! 
          -Néanmoins, je vais vraiment te fesser. Je peux te retrousser la jupe et fesser par ceinture! Alors tu chanteras à certaine autre façon! 
          -On vous a déjà dépassé, - à ces mots Inga se leva, en souriant, tourna le dos retroussa la jupe sous laquelle il n'y avait aucun vêtement. Les traces de la cruelle fessée récente ne restaient aucun prétexte pour doute. - Vous pouvez apporter votre obole. Pourtant je vais ménager votre réputation, ne pas crier. Fermons la porte!? 
          -Assois-toi! Sotte! 
          Toute de suite il comprit que ce n'étaient pas les parents qui avait fait cela. Il les avait vus, ce n'était pas leur travail. Alors... il est clair du tout. Elle est une masochiste et son amant est un sadique. Zatsepin travaillait à l'organisation où tout le monde bien savait ces choses-là. Néanmoins, il n'y avait rien de tel au dossier de son "client". Si c'est-il lui, alors la capabilité de jouer double jeu dans la vie privée l'honore. Mais ... bonne salope!.. Le dialogue entre eux changea au sujet plus abstrait, celui-ci de vie car l'opposition suivante pouvait abîmer sa réputation en fait. Ce n'était point une certaine Machka-Obligation, une mauvaise personne retenue à la gare de Kazan, mais la jeune fille audacieuse, brave et rusée, calculatrice, réservée où il faut et tout ça à la fois. La jeune fille qui eut réussi à se faire une bonne réputation devant les autres agents de police au-dedans de ces mûrs. 
          Ils tous les deux profiteraient du rapprochement pour tirer l'un de l'autre l'information sur le même homme. Quant à elle, à renseigner de quoi il avait commis et qu'est-ce que lui menaçait; quant à lui, à s'assurer de ce qu'il n'était pas le même "client" qu'il fallût saisir et emprisonner, mais un autre toqué qui aimait à fesser les jeunes filles et qui n'avait aucun rapport à la dissidence. La conversation finit que Zatsepin lui laissa le numéro de téléphone, puis ils se rencontrèrent et devinrent les amants pour un temps. 
Même deux fois il a bien fessé Inga avec ceinture selon sa demande. Plusieurs fois ils ont visité un restaurant. Son milieu soviétique était bien dégoûtant pour elle, c'est-à-dire, tous ces gens d'affaires maussades, ennuyeux et regardant de travers elle avec hauteur, les gens qui fait sa carrière à l'aide du chagrin et malheur des autres qui ne serait jamais estimé comme un criminel dans n'importe quel pays libre. Il était vu qu'ils n'approuvaient pas le choix de Zatsepin aussi, et avec cela ils savaient qu'il le faisait pour réussir dans l'affaire. Zatsepin a réussi à renseigner de tout cela qu'il était indépendamment de fait, ou bien son amant cruel était le même dont il avait besoin ou bien ne pas était celui-ci, il est peu probable qu'elle-même sût où il se trouvait au présent. Elle a réussi à renseigner à son tour qu'on le recherche ne se fondant que du motif politique, et on a envie de l'emprisonner pour longtemps, en l'accusant de propagande antisoviétique et autant que possible l'ajouter l'article 64 "Haute trahison". Quant à son crimes les plus "graves" ceux, il n'y savait personne sauf elle-même, c'est l'enseignement de Yoga et de karaté qui était défendu par Code criminel de la Russie. Quant à l'enlèvement, elle-même n'avait pas envie de se séparer de lui. En fait, depuis longtemps il avait blessé quelqu'un, mais c'était fini pour victime par l'hôpital pour quelque temps et pour l'enleveur par petits déboires , néanmoins d'un point de vue moral il était un acte plus héroïque que d'un crime. Avec Zatsepin, elle avait peu de commun, sauf sexe. Maintenant, il fallait penser, a quelle façon se débarrasser de lui. 
          Un jour Inga présenta Zatsepin à Milka qui était une de ses amies et estimée, pas assez juste, la première beauté dans la classe d'ecole. Elle le présenta comme s'il était le même amant, avec lequel elle avait été perdue tous l'été à la datcha de Konakovo. Cette ex-amie-là fut faite mourir d'envie jusqu'aux brûlures d'estomac, et Inga joia un peu la jalousie, mais sans surjouer, laissa enlever graduellement ce "bonheur". Zatsepin qui avait trente-cinq ans, il fut déjà importuné de la vie de célibataire et demanda Milka en mariage, puis ils se marièrent en février 1986. Son milieu trouva Milka plus préférable. 
          En 1991 après le putsch, l'administration cinquième de KGB, où Zatsepin travaillait, fut dissous, et il se trouva sans travail. En intentant à rattraper la perte, il se mit en aller et retourner en Turquie pour trafiquer et dans deux ans un jour, en se brouillant de quelque chose avec maffia, fut tué en escarmouche. Milka devint une ivrogne invétérée et est tombée bien bas jusqu'aux trois gares à Moscou, en s'égarant au milieu des clochardes et des putains bon marchées de là-bas. 
          En outre, en 1991 Inga prit connaissance d'un citoyen d'Argentine de la classe moyenne, partit à son pays et ils conclurent un mariage officiel. Ne soyez pas chagrinés chers lecteurs et lectrices, je viens de préparer une surprise pour vous: Antonio Pereiro et Vitaly Adamovich est la même seule personne. Ils ont créée une communauté pas nombreuse, c'est pourquoi peu connue celle-ci, qui continue l'œuvre d'Osho Rajneesh qui a quitté ce monde récemment, mais ils agissent conformément à sa propre filière. Qu'est-ce que peut-on dire sur les relations au sein du groupe? Le peuple est assez cachottier là-bas, et il est difficile à deviner le côté sexuel de leur vie, néanmoins au climat relativement torride tout le monde est habillé légèrement et temps à temps on peut voir les traces ou bien de verge ou bien de cravache sur les parties ouvertes des corps. Tous ils ont l'air content et heureux. Il n'est pas entendu dire d'un certain conflit grave au sein du groupe. Il n'y a plus les Slaves sauf Inga et son Vitaly qui maintenant s'appelle Antonio. Il a très peu gens du pays aussi, principalement la communauté consiste en gens de l'États-Unis ou de l'Europe. Dans les conversations entre l'un et l'autre, nos héros sont de plus en plus de passer à l'anglais ou l'espagnol. La communauté ne brille pas par une richesse extraordinaire, mais toutes les apparences qu'ils ont assez pour vivre très bien. 
          Presque chaque année nos héros visitent la Russie. Les amis de la communauté les accompagnent. Ils prennent les sacs à dos et vont faire du camping. D'habitude, leur parcours commence à partir du village près de Rogatchevo et prend fin à la même place où l'âme, vouée à une existence misérable dans l'ennui et l'ignorance jusqu'à la fin, a acquis les connaissances, la liberté et la voie vers perfection. 
          Il est remarqué, quand nos héros avec ses frères et sœurs d'esprit séjournent à la Russie, dans le triangle Moscou-Taldom-Alexandrov il ne pleut pas toujours. Peut-être, c'est une coïncidence fortuite... 
F I N 

Au commencement de la nouvelle: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2012/04/lenleveur-enigmatique-chapitre-1_23.html

écrit en russe 5-30 août, 1999. 

Traduit en français dès avril 23 jusqu'à l'août 8, 2012.

Le texte complet en russe: https://www.proza.ru/2009/12/20/1217

Au commencement de la nouvelle en anglais: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2012/09/the-enigmatic-abductor-chapter-1.html

Au commencement de la nouvelle en espagnol: http://unasbagatelas.blogspot.ru/2013/05/el-sequestrador-enigmatico.html

Au commencement de la nouvelle en allemand: http://unasbagatelas.blogspot.ru/2014/07/der-ratselhaft-entfuhrer-kapitel-1.html

Au commencement de la nouvelle en finnois: https://imperiumistapahan.blogspot.ru/2016/10/luku-1-arvoituksellinen-naisen-ryostaja.html?zx=9e40873ef9735322