The enigmatic abductor. Chapter 7.

       The next day was passed as usual, that is to say, with the same morning rites, with learning, with tea and the long conversations near the campfire. At night both were sleeping without interrupting. However on Friday Inga was flogged severely as never before. As two days before that, the girl being possessed by passion for her severe mentor, she provoked intentionally such a hard ordeal for her.
       It happened this way. During the morning ritual whipping with wire, after five strokes she, unlinking her hands intentionally, rushed with the hugging and the declaration of love to her executioner. He embraced with her a little but didn't agree on her pretensions. Already thirty strokes of threatened her instead the fifteen, but it seemed this is not enough for her. When he demanded stop to play and to take the necessary position, in the first time she didn't obey him, but ran away through the forest, laughing. He had to run fairly before he succeeded in catching her. Being caught, suddenly she dealt him a slap in the face, roaring with laughter, started to run away again. Then he twisted her arm, put her hand behind head so high that she gave a squeak from pain. This has sobered her to some extent.
      -What a beastly wench, I'm going to make you to chew the ground now! - her mentor said strictly, but with a smile. From the pain in the hand, she was made all red without laughing more. So he led her, making to bend down her to the extent that her head was lower than the bare bottoms decorated with the recent welts. Leading her to a fallen tree near the tent, he pulled her hair and ears painful, but not with full force, fearing damage.
       -It was the flowers and berries are going to be now!
        Inga was standing in front of him, being all reddened, the tears rolled down along the both cheeks.
       -All the same, I love you. I'm ready to pass the ordeals you've prepared for me. Flog me without sparing.
      -You are saying this now. And what will you sing, when I will flog you?
      -Don't turn your attention to what is said under torture. You've better to listen what I'm saying now and will say after. When in the first time I caught it from you very hot, I appealed to your pity, to your compassion, I was ready to do anything for you, provided to avoid the pain. But now don't spare me. I want your fierce love. I'm going to scream, ask for mercy, but you don't spare, be my executioner, take pleasure in my screams and moans, in my tears. I'll yell, but flog me nevertheless, let it hurt, till it bleeds. I will love you more.
       The girl fell to her knees and started to kiss his hairy legs.
      -Stand up, Inga, - the first time he addressed her by name. She noticed, he is moved and his eyes became moist a little. - But indeed you are my dream. Your love is wonderful! And you became wonderful. You aren't a dead any more! You have awoken! You have awoken out of lifeless sleep, the same sleep, which all your familiars in Moscow are sleeping. My lovely friend, beautiful girlfriend of the forest, even as pretty as all the nature, pretty as the same life, as the love! Are you ready for the ordeal? I'm going to satisfy your request, o my dear sister in spirit. Bring the ropes, I'm going to tie you to the tree. - he pointed to a tree lying on the ground. - I'll take you through the hellish profundities to the paradisaic heights! - her executioner becoming desirable now, so enthusiastically he just completed his tirade.
       Inga has brought the ropes and reached out them to him.
      -Lie down you, my reckless girl.
       Inga lay down, as if she just rushed in a precipice. The fear was confused with delight in her soul. Smiling, looking naughty, she has said as well as sung:
      -Oh, what is waiting for me I'll get now!
      -Wait for a little. Such a kaif is going for you now!
       Long and diligently he tied her. The wire started whistling sharply and without mercy. The girl moaned a little and complained already.
      -Here is fifteen. It should be the end, but just we are beginning now.
       During the fiftieth stroke of the whip, already she screamed out lamentations as well as at that time, in childhood, under the mother's jump rope. The screams swelled all the way. Then she felt her bottom, just this spot was flogged, it seemed, became stiff, and now the pain is not so strong. Already on the grass sparkled a few little drops of blood. Screaming out "ouch" and weeping lamentably, Inga felt a pleasant warm wave spreading inside herself. It was the most suitable a short word for this feeling, that is "kaif". She came. Then again it hurt unbearably. The screams swelled again and the kaif took place once more. She came at the second time. Then it was a few whizzes and slaps tormenting her body.
      -Now you are flogged as a nanny goat really. Are you content?
      -Yeah, - Inga tried to smile but she all was trembling. - How many strokes have you thrashed me?
      -One hundred and fifty, but still it isn't the end.
      -But I'll not be able to move!
      -Was it said I was going to spank you else?
      -Then what are you going to do? Is it to cauterize me?
      -No, naughty wench, to salt you. - He smiled.
       Suddenly she has got a sense of his words. She was frightened and for good reason. Her executioner drew a handful of the salt, wet it with water from the flask, then he started to spread it on the flogged points, without efforts but studiously.
      -Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. what are you doing?! S-s-s, - she exerted herself to stand, reddening, finally broke down and began to sob. He began to liberate her from the ropes.
      -May I go to the river? - Asked the girl through tears.
      -You may.
       Inga came to the bank, came down to the water long, went into the water. It was hurt to touch the buttocks. Then she stood in the water near for five minutes. Already the flow should wash off the salt. She began to hobble back, forgetting along the way, sat down on a stump and at once jumped up with a yelp. Her executioner applied an ointment to the welts gingerly, getting it from the first-aid kit. This time Inga was whipped according to all the classic rules: it hurts to touch,  to blood and including the processing with salt. It was scary to look at her bum. It swelled up, solid purple-bluish spots bled in some areas.
      -Put on your training trousers, not the swimsuit, it may pierce.
        Inga asked, smiling:
      -Today am I flogged like that nanny goat, am not I?
      -Really, my dear naughty goat.
      -Is this the last test?
      -There's still one. But you have to rest a few days, let it heal. When it will heal, you will be more beautiful. The already your bum is attractive, prominent. If in childhood you were flogged more often, you generally would be a beauty queen. But don't worry,  all the same I love you.
      -To thrash me in the next time, will you onto the same point again?
      -No. Lots and evenly thorough the body, except the face and breasts.
      -You've right, one must test all. And what if I misbehave before it will heal?
       In answer he spanked her sonorously with palm one time on the point is sore now.
      -Ou-uch! - loudly and slowly the girl uttered a scream, throwing her head back. - M-m-m, oh how it hurts! S-s-s.
      -Well, do you want to misbehave?
      -No, no.
       He spanked her with palm at the second time also sonorously. The girl yelled, bent over, crouched down, blushing.
      -And now would you like, I'll whip you with wire?
      -Do not! I'm afraid!
      -Will you be as meek, wench?
      -Yes, I will be as meek.
      -Tomorrow you got me on the bum really don't spank, please.
      -If you behave well, I'll spank you on other points.
       Inga realized that she must do without any mischief, at least a few days.
      -Now you may take a rest. For today we cut the study.
        This day, he still had several times during the conversation, joking, slapped her, what provoked every time her protester and suffering screams. She at all couldn't sit. However this and next day every reminder, how strong she is flogged, brought her a feeling of a bliss. She agreed internally that she is able to be happy really only together with this mysterious stranger who combined in himself, it seemed, incompatible characters: a rude guy, dressed almost in a bast, a refined inquisitor, a philosopher and a poet.
       The next week Inga had asked for the "torments for the love" once more, after this all her body was thrashed evenly, even the arms. It was no the orgasm, because only different fresh untouched places got it, so nothing lignified, nothing lost the perceptibility. The pain was stabbing, it was enough of screams, tears and lamentations. As he promised, only the face and breasts remained untouched. It was one hundred and fifty strokes too, however nothing hurt after this.
       As soon as she was untied, her passion, being inflamed by the cruel game "jump-screech" as he said, reached its apogee. Her partner in this game was excited not fewer. Inga was sure that he will keep his word; she wasn't mistaken.
       Being untied, just she struck a pose of a thirsting female, in which she desired to give herself to him. This time she had not to entreat him. He has entered into her smoothly and deeply. Inga bawled from pleasure in time with his pushes. It seemed to her that all the earth and the forest stagger with them together. Everything has changed around. Any detail in the milieu surrounding them, signifying nothing, now it got a great meaning, the meaning of the triumph of the Life and the Love. Any trifle: either let it is a drooping leaf of maple, catching the eye by chance, or some forest sound or even a smell, in the distant future, being drawn from stock of memory, suddenly this "trifle" will begin to shine a bright light, illuminating and decorating the gray humdrum daily routine, and then each of both will be able without any proof, but being sure, without any doubt to answer the question to any skeptic or pessimist who asking about the meaning of life, that the meaning of life is the Love.
       And for this moment every such a trifle was like a note which was blending harmoniously into the great symphony of the festival of the life and the love. Both, being deafened by the  final chords of this symphony, a few minutes they weren't able to recover themselves, standing still in the position which they came.
       After all Inga jumped up, turned face to him. They kissed, crushing lips each other and for a long time could not separate out. In a transport of joy they pinched each other to bruises on their back without feeling this.
      -Let's we rest a little, then continue this, - it was the girl who took the lead, offering.
       He has agreed, and both went into the tent. Being easily dressed, they lay about an hour.
      -Well, pretty girl, what else to do with you together? - He was the first to break the silence.
      -And you are well done! Quickly you have regained the strength as in eighteen. Do you know? I'm so depraved. I'm such a bitch! I have such a shameful desire!
      -Didn't I tell you before, that the sexual desires are sacred things, if they aren't dangerous? I would have whipped you now for you forget the lessons, but just I'm too lazy to do it.
      -I want you would violate my second virginity, - the wench said in a whisper like a conspirator, passionately sparkling with her mischievous eyes. He has well understood, but asked just in case:
      -How to understand it?
      -What are you slow on the uptake! Where do you poke your finger me every morning? So you awakened in me this desire. I know, it hurts, however I don't need get accustomed to this, - she passed to a whisper, and her eyes still glowed passionately. - I want to be planted on the stake. You lie down on back and I will hop on it, being in the horsewoman's pose.
      -Well, today your day has come, my beauty. After going through the suffering you have right to choose. Frankly speaking, I want the same. He took an ointment from the first-aid kit and went out the tent. - Let's do it here, on the grass.
      -Let us, - the girl said in a passionate whisper.
       He applied an ointment to the required object, which was increased to its limit again, and lay down on his back. Inga, trembling, overstepped the lying partner so, that now her feet were on either side of him, and she turned her face to him, took the implement of his passion in her hand and started to stick herself onto it.
      -Ouch! - Biting her lip either from pain or from passion, she started to move hither and thither, initially slowly and carefully, but hastening little by little, and moaned in time, doing this. Before he finished, she had time several times to come, and the last time they finished together, her repeated moans changed into the shouting and exclamations: "So me! do me like this! I'm a bad wench, tear me!.." Hearing from afar but without seeing what is going on, one could think that she is flogged again. On the peak of the voluptuousness she bellowed and growled like a wild beast. Soon both went to the river to wash themselves.
      -Are you seeing now that a three weeks ago you lived in an absolutely different world, that is, in a dead one. And during a few days you have done a grand jump from the grey dead world into the alive and colourful one?
      -And you are asking?
      -So. Do not forget today and never come back there.It is a hell there, a darkness. It is a death there, a cancer, alcoholism.
      -Do you want me to stay together with you in the forest forever?
      -Unfortunately it is not possible and it is not about that. Simply: being physically in their world, stay in your own one. Pretending to be as they are, stay yourself. Don't forget who are you, even for a minute. In respect of them you are like an enemy agent who mustn't discover himself and especially, in no case he mustn't go over to their side. Otherwise you would betray yourself, then it would the worst for you, not for me. Although regarding me you are a slave, a forest wench which I spank and will spank every day, but in respect of them you are a princess and they are plebeians, nonentities who had disregarded the Gifts which were given them from heaven. Never forget either those knowledge or this happiness what you have found here.
      And the sun passed beyond the ravine and was setting, shadowing the long shadows. They talked, kissed and sang songs near the campfire. The night approached, and soon she gave herself to him again.

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The enigmatic abductor. Chapter 6.

       Finally Inga is untied completely. In that particular spot she feels hot. She passes her palm along over the whipped points. There it has become very uneven. She had looked at her palm. There it has left traces of blood a little.
      -Don't you know? You've spanked me till to blood.
      -Nothing awful in this. The body is able to stand a lot. It is rather a nervous load than a physical one. Your heart is healthy, so no danger. If the desire to obey and to submit has not appeared, one may repeat this.
      -No. It is real! Do not.
      -By the way you make progress, my beauty. I remember as you screamed at that time! And after this what you became hysterical! And how nicely you've stood it now! It's a pity I haven't a camera. You've begun to scream only at the end.
      -May I go to the tent, to take a rest?
      -Rest for two hours, then we will prepare the dinner and start our lessons. We have little time, but I would like to teach you many things.
       Lying in the tent, Inga stroked, probed the traces of her today's "adventure." The touches answered by a little pain, but this pain gladdened her.
      "One has punished me. I was a naughty girl, and now I'm so flogged, that it hurts to sit". Inga was happy from these thoughts. And she felt herself happy once more, because a new world opens up before her, the world unknown in former times, but in fact it coexisted with her together all the way.
      -Master. Is it means I'm abnormal, a masochist?
      -What's the matter? Have you forgotten the lesson? You become the best only if you are as you are in fact.
      -I remember it. Just it's difficult to believe.
      -You'll get accustomed.
      "Let so, let so, - Inga thought to herself. - Skin me alive, one day I'll rape you anyway". - With these thoughts she fell asleep for a short while.
       A short sleep restored her forces quickly. Inga felt happy. She has remembered she woke up yesterday morning, how a disappointment with and how vexation with then she felt sorry about awaking. But now she looked at the world very differently, as it was found in fact, this world is larger and more beautiful. Limiting her moving in the space, the mysterious stranger, even his name wasn't known her till present, but he opens before her an immeasurable more liberty, it seems, an enormous happy country, and now she is going to learn it, enjoying, to stroll about its beautiful paradisaical alleys, without a sorry to pay sometimes the pain, the screaming and the tears for this. The game is worth the candle.
       When they built a fire and cooked the dinner, her enigmatic and now desired already abductor spoke to Inga:
      -I have to warn you in advance. When you will return to the city, if you make progress enough on the way to perfection, you will not recognize it. Returning into the world where you were always before, you will understand that it is a prison and you will come to hate it and its inhabitant. Then you will have an inclination for certain eccentric tricks and you will, if one may say so, violate the safety regulations of the war on the society. Then the society will crush you and make you come back into their herd. In my early youth so I lost a few friends. Being inspired by my rebellious spirit, they did different foolish things and ran into troubles: certain of them were sent in mental clinic by their parents, certain others were jailed. Recovering from these not quite little troubles, they said me that now they have "matured", "grown wiser" and would not "play childhood". They started to hate me, thinking that I was a reason of these misfortunes befalling them. They never return to the Way, at least, in this life. Now they are pining, either from the alcohol or from ailments, it is because it came home to some part of their subconsciousness, just WHAT they had lost. I don't want you would have a misfortune like this.
       For this reason, I would like make you ready. All the lessons we conduct, this is not my whim. You'll have to return to the society which you no longer belong to. You will be there, like an intelligence agent in the enemy's rear. You'll have to be an actor, that is to play a part, which is alien to you. It's not difficult, but it's more difficult to remember that it's only a role. Your mask must not become your face. So, firstly you've better to avoid finding yourself in the society for a long time, even among your friends. Either they will catch sight of something, or you'll begin to slide to the former level. There is no turning back. You've got the knowledge, it's with you, it is impossible to return your former ignorance, but there it is possible a stop on the way and such a stop renders a human unhappy, what leads to illnesses and to the fatal chances.
       You have to learn to read people's thoughts who is around you. This is not so difficult as it seems at the first sight. Some people with a large life experience can profit by this. In addition, the mystical ability to read thoughts, it may be developed by the meditation
       You've better to become crymophylactic. You live in the cold country and in the event you go underground; it is preferable to hide yourself in the open country, even in winter. Every person has great capacity for cold resistance, but it's rarely if somebody develops them.
      -What for I would hide myself? I don't commit the robberies and the killings.
      -Maybe you think all those who was shot or rot in jails under Stalin, were robbers and murderers? There were a lot of the average men who blamed those persons who are persecuted by the power but a few months later found themselves in their place. If a thought occurred to somebody, without waiting their fatal day, go to the open country to save themselves, let their fate would be enough a difficult one, however still much better, than this one prisoners' of the gulag. Their lives were ruined because of their own idiocy peculiar to the main bulk of people. If today you get on with this state, but the political situation may be changed during a few weeks, though now it is still changing to the better side. While a totalitarian system is functioning at its full force, only your gait or only your facial expression, if these things weren't liked a drunken neighbor or by his drinking companion from KGB, only this may be the cause of your ruin.
      -Oh, that's it. You've abducted me to save from possible repressions of the totalitarianism? But what about, if you will find me an untalented pupil? If I will come down from the "way"consciously and start to live as all the sane people live?
      -It will be worse only for you. But for my part; I will have fond memories about you always. I would like to combine business with pleasure. Well, the business will fall away, but the pleasure will remain all the same. The Moor has done his work, and then God will decide.
      -Can it really you are a believer?
      -I don't believe. I know God exists. An accidental chemical reaction couldn't engender the life, build the genetic code. The life is created by the Higher Life which has not a cause.
     -Do you visit a church, confess about your sexual kinks?
     -Firstly: the rule to confess exists not in every church. Secondly: the church is visited by crowds, the same crowds who had crucified Christ. All the Gospel text is set against the society, however the society had turned over all the things on their head. First centuries the Christianity was persecuted. Then suddenly it began to suit to all the world. This is no accident. It took centuries to turn the true faith into its antipode. The inquisition is a primordial totalitarianism and there is only one opposite of the totalitarianism: this is the true Christianity.
      -Doesn't the Christianity forbids the sex, especially an unusual one?
      -We are still children, so we play childish games. Though I've more knowledge than you have, however I still haven't become a buddha, that is an enlightened one. When we reach it, these games will no longer interest us. A child can be interested playing tick-tack-toe, but not an adult. Here is the thing. Inside the sex, there is an enormous energy concentrated. In what a case it is more likely a dog would break loose? A stranger who has invaded into its area, he is yet in second place, but in the first place it is another dog. A man, renouncing his inclinations for some benefits in the future, and even all the more, because of the society would not blame him then, of course if his sexual orientation is not destructive one for himself or for others, he is not better, than a miserable and paltry coward who ran away when someone has assaulted his girlfriend. In the last case he has a moral right to kill the aggressors, provided that no other way to make them to refuse the aggression. The society, making a man miserable and paltry, it sets up barriers around the most energetic side of his life, that is the sexual one in the given case, then it can manipulate this man, using him in criminal wars or to suit its other own vicious ends.
      -Aren't you afraid to make mistakes and get into the hell?
      -The paradise and the hell are the states of your soul, not geographic areas. Even if I'm fated to make mistakes, it would better pay for my own sins, not for anyone's. If there are two inevitable evils on the way, one must try to choose one of them. I would rather commit a murder when we go around a city, and suddenly we will be attacked by a herd of idiots, instead to commit it in a doubtful war, which would be triggered off by some high-ranking criminals.
       However I'm repeating: you have to learn a lot of things. To pretend, but staying yourself, to read somebody's thought without uncovering yours own; to be able to hide yourself in the cold, be able to slip so, anyone would not notice and not hear, to know how to neutralize enemies who are strong in every sense, especially to find their weak points. Sometimes enough harmless things can turn out an awful weapon.
       What does the average man, if someone tries to trample on his interests? If he makes an attempt to resist, he acts awkwardly, loses and gives up ignominiously. Here is the main mistake: he tries to put together a counteracting group, to say otherwise, to create a society, but the society, it is a stupid awkward many-headed hydra. It can conquer only with a boss of genius, submitting to him implicitly. But at such cases there are a lot of the squealers and no arrangement. A lonely saboteur who is skilled well, he is able to perform more than a herd of hundred persons.
      -Then why such all-powerful lonely persons aren't used in a war?
       -But where to find them? What will it cost to train them? And the main: what it would happen, if he, after have trained, will turn against those who trained him?
      -And what, if being trained, I will turn against you?
      -Firstly, you've experienced the taste of the real freedom, so, to turn against me, it is the same thing, as you would turn against yourself. Though in our country it is acceptable to play dirty tricks against all, including against self. Even there is a proverb: "Let my cow die, provided this neighbour's one will not calve". However all of this is silly. I'm repeating again: I'll console myself by these nice experiences and impressions that I've got from you. Only useful things will fall away. Then, as in a song it is sung: "I will never forget you, I will never see you once more". Secondly, about that to harm me, before, try to find me. Do you think that I have an intention to stay with you here for ten years?
      -But what if the police will find?
      -Their chances to find me are not much more than yours. If you become a good pupil, their chances will be lower than yours. I'm not disputing. They will find the place of my so-called registration, but there will no answer to the main question: WHERE IS MYSELF? That's so, my pretty! - And playfully, but firmly and loudly he slapped her with his hand on that spot where the whip walked recently. Inga grimaced in pain. - By the way, today I don't advise you to be naughty again, because in that case I will punish you on the bottoms again. It will more hurt, but not harmful and not dangerous, just you will not able to sit during two days. Inga, imagining with horror such a perspective, decided seriously not to tease the strict mentor again.
       This day they studied much, he trained her to move without noise through the woods, indicating her mistakes.
      -You are starting only, - her abductor said, - and for a while, during a few days I will only indicate where you make mistakes, however later on I will punish. Remember that in the real life such a mistake may be like the death.
       Yet he whipped her on the thighs a few times, when she didn't divine his intentions, that was a training to read thoughts. The same day he started to let her into the most applicable in the life part of the mathematics, that is the probability theory. Before the sunset she said frankly to him:
      -I can't help it nothing, I want you. But you've forbidden it me, you say that some continence for a while would be better for us both.
      -It's so in fact. If you don't believe, you may don't believe in it, but you must obey me, and you have better don't oppose me, you will not stand it, all the same.
      -But I will not be able to sleep.
      -Rub yourself with the cream against mosquitoes, as for a night, and sit on the heels, that is into position Vajrasana. Try to be without thinking during three minutes.
       At first Inga knelt, then she moved apart her heels and sat down on them. A few times the abductor whistled with the whip in the air as a warning, talking:
      -I've said, don't think!
       Three minutes passed.
      -Change the position into Virasana.
        Inga moved apart her feet, without moving apart the knees, she sat down on the ground. Already she could do it. Else three minutes passed.
      -And now lie down on your back, the other day you nearly have succeeded to do it. Excellent! At last! And now forget about everything, concentrate on the solar plexus, that is the chakra Manipura.
       Initially it was unpleasant sensations in the legs, but in two minutes they were over. Apart from will, she had to remember that today she is flogged in a big way. He divined three times again, that she forget about concentration, and whistled with the wire in the air menacingly
      -Now stand up and try to sit in the Siddhasana.
       She succeeded. Today it was obviously a successful day, without taking into account the difficult ordeal, which was provoked by the same mischievous girl. Sitting, it hurt a little. In five minutes she had changed her feet in the pose at his command.
      -Now do the deed, put your clothes on, and lie down in the pose of dead to sleep.
       Inga just has done so: lay down, relaxed, imagining as she enters, naked, into a pure lake, which is surrounded by picturesque environs, and all the parts of her body, these are found under the water, weakened and vanish dissolving. Very soon she fell asleep. She dreamed a terrifying height which one could fall from. Standing on this height, she had to throw down enough big stones, but before this obligatory she had to swing them in her hands. It amused her very much. The merriment mixed up with horror because of the possibility to fall from such a narrow brink. Because of these turbulent emotions the further sleeping was impossible, so Inga has awoken.
       Near was nobody. Inga divined that her mentor is sitting near the campfire outside. He was very sensitive to her awakening, yet according their "Code of prisoner", she must, to avoid a severe punishment, report on her awakening. She reported and asked a permission to come out of the tent. He allowed.
       Inimitable colours, inimitable feelings of the expiring night in June, all this was opened in front of her her. The pleasing coolness and the silence of the forest, which still was not woken up, intensified the impression. One would like something more.
      -I never heard as you are singing.
      -I would not succeed in it.
      -To learn to swim, - he was saying slowly and almost in a whisper, - one must enter into the water. To learn to swim, using only a theory, it's impossible. As to sing, it's the same. I'm going to help you. I begin, and you join gradually.
       Oh, not in vain Inga compared him to Vysotsky! "Когда вода всемирного потопа... (In Russian: "When the Deluge's water..."), - has started the mentor, imitating enough skillfully the genius of songs who had gone forever. This singing has brought closer finally Inga to a certain limit of the bliss, which surpassing one may burst into tears of happiness. When the refrain was reached, she, hardly holding back a tear of happiness, started to sing, putting her whole soul, it seems, into this song:
      -Я поля-а влюбленным постелю-у, пусть поют во сне и наяву-у... (In Russian: I'll spread fields for all who is in love, let they sing in their sleep and while awake...)
       She has sung the refrain to the end and didn't recognize her own voice. The pretty, high and at the same time strong girlish voice, which even drowned a little the voice of the partner in the duo which is created spontaneously, this voice has expressed all the feelings: those what were contained in the sense of words and those which can't be expressed by words, those which the genial author felt and those which from the fairy nocturnal landscape have burst into her open soul through a forbidden and formerly locked, but now wide-open door to spite the society, and the feelings have burst into it not as troublemakers, but as her desired friends, her splendid soul so yearned for them, this soul so long languished being locked up. Inga, putting whole her essence into the song, she just couldn't sing out of tune even one note, and with his prompting, because she didn't know all the text, she has sung this excellent song to end.
      -Are you happy? - He knew that the question is superfluous, all was seen without it. The tears of joy rolled down cheeks of the girl.
      -Yes, - Inga answered in a passionate whisper. -However notice. You and I just sang, without doing something else.
      -And now compare: a happiness from self renunciation, a happiness from the pain, a happiness from the voluptuousness, a happiness from an excellent song or from a verse. All this is like pictures: one picture is in one colour, another picture - in another one. And it is foolish to argue what colour is better, though the stupid crowd tries to distinguish the happiness between a clean one and an unclean one. This is not a new thought. This dividing between pure and impure was refuted using the Tantra already five thousand years ago. The New Testament refuted it too. If one wants to cry from the happiness, this is a state of the love. It is not so important, what by this state is provoked. In such minutes we are approaching to the Divinity, becoming happy in fact.
       To begin with to enter into the state of love, we need a certain door. A lot of things can be used as this door: it can be you, it can be a song, it can be this fairy night. We ascribe our happiness to different objects as if all depends for the external circumstance which deliver these objects to us, we prefer the human objects, let they would reciprocate our feelings. So this is our spiritual childhood. When we will become mature spiritually, we will start to feel, and I know this in theory now already, that we can be happy, be in the state of love, approximate to the Divinity as much as possible, and all this without any object, it is enough of self.
       You are happy when you are in the state of love, and it's not important, does reciprocate someone your feelings or doesn't. You are unhappy, when this state is gone, even if this moment you are standing on the stage and fanatic admirers are showering you with flowers. Alexander the Great and Napoleon conquered the world. People were afraid of them, welcomed them, applauded. But they felt themselves as failures. Note this: those who conquered the world, but they felt themselves as failures. However all this because they couldn't be loving. They could only make war.
      "So because if you didn't love, It means you didn't breathed and didn't live", - her mentor has sung the last line of the song expressively and proposed:
      -Let's sing else!
      -Let's! What are we going to sing?
       The mentor started singing an old song, which was executed by Mark Bernes long ago "When you will cease to love". Inga, endeavoring in the same way, sang along with him. After the song was over, he looked fixedly in her face, explaining:
      -These two songs we sang today, they contain answers, maybe not all, but very many questions. Of course, did you hear them before, didn't you?
      -Yes.
      -However did you noticed nothing, didn't you? I see. And Chatsky didn't notice one line in the Gospel and started to throw his pearls to pigs. That's right, my beauty, learn from mistakes. If I have not to punish you for the forgotten lessons of today, do you know, what it will mean? It will mean that the last day you have received the knowledge so much, as many people didn't succeed to receive during all their life. Now you know such things, the most of the people didn't learnt they lived till eighty years old.
      -Maybe, but now it is not up to it, because I want you, - saying this, she embraced her mentor, doing a deep-drawn kiss. He kissed her in return and embraced too.
      -I want you not fewer.
       Inga saw and felt through the clothes that he didn't lie.
     -Moreover, if such a thing takes place in a town, immediately I would profit by your accessibility, that our relations would not be interrupted, but I have a lot of time here.
      -Today you admired me that I took the torments for the love while you had flogged me so, it hurts to sit. I know, you need more of my pain, my torments.
      -I want your state of love would increase to the limit and you give me yourself only in such a state. The more of love is in your soul, the more of pain you can stand. Your readiness for the ordeals in the name of love, it will indicate the sincerity and the force of your feelings. Today, when you agreed without a murmur to receive seventy five strokes, I'd learned, the seeds of your love yielded a powerful and viable fruit. One must only let it ripens.
      -Why don't you show the strength of your love, going through pain too? Here let suffer together, like me.
      -Unfortunately, a thing you take like a torture, I take like a trifle. To receive the same impression as that flogging for your escaping, it should put me to painful death. The forces are unequal. Would you like to attempt? Recently it was a new moon. Before the eighth day of the moon it is useful to cauterize a point on the leg. I don't know, how one must do it according all the rules, sometimes I just cauterize this point with an usual cigarette.
       He took off his trousers and sat down on the trunk of a fallen tree on which they had dinner and talked together often. Then he took a pen, covered his knee with his palm, drew a horizontal line on the leg from the tip of the middle finger, then a vertical line along the prolongation of the little finger. After this he lighted a cigarette, using a thin stick from the campfire and, when the cigarette was starting to smoke, he brought it nearer gradually, then pressed it close to the point of intersection of the lines. Inga smelt scorched a little, but her strange interlocutor even did not move.
      -So what? Let's attempt. Let it will be a test of my love once more.
      -I can't be bothered to tie you now.
      -Let I lie down on the ground, on my back, my hands I put behind my back and couple them. I throw my legs over the log. You sit down on top, above the knees. One your hand keeps my shin, another one cauterizes me.
      -So what? That's a good idea! Put your palm on the knee, - he helped her to put her hand correctly; as well as on his own leg he has drawn on her leg a little cross, marking the necessary point.
      -Lie down, wench.
      -Oh, I'm so afraid! - Inga bewailed, lying down, - myself asked for it.
        She continued to repeat something in a whisper, while he sat down on her legs, lighting up the cigarette. Suddenly her loud squeal has interrupted this whisper. At a distance the shrubs began to crack. A big something moved away quickly, cracking, it seemed, breaking the wood.
       -A poor wild boar. How you startled him!
        Inga smiled in answer.
       -Yeah, I guess, he is the unhappiest among of the three of us, though no one cauterized him.
       -Well, and what are your impressions?
       -The pain from whip is an agonizing one, that is harassing. But from cigarette the pain is a stabbing one, explosive. But such a burn is better than a protracted flogging.
       -You may not do it often. Otherwise it will be a lot of scars on the body.
       -All the same, I love you, - saying this, the girl embraced him.
       -I love you too.
       -If I don't want to sleep, now I would start to pester you, after this being punishable with a hundred swats of lash.
        Only now he felt he wanted to sleep too. The dawn was approaching. In the tent he has bandaged her burn, after this he bandaged his own one. Soon they fell asleep.

Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2013/02/the-enigmatic-abductor-chapter-7.html

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

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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