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.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2012/12/the-enigmatic-abductor-chapter-4.html
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.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2012/12/the-enigmatic-abductor-chapter-4.html
