Lady Wanda
At about midday we rode back. We decided to go home the other way, through the forest. The fresh cold air and the fast ride excited lady Wanda, her cheeks were pink. The golden locks, oozing from under her fur hat, made her beautiful face seem even more prettier. She never stopped laughing and talking of silly things. I was being burned by desire. The image of this beautiful, young lady, who was so close to me, was driving me insane. See for yourself: twenty years old, golden locks, beautiful features and blue eyes, just like two sapphires. Her lips were done is a bright red, she wore a golden hunter suit, riding her snow-white horse. She had a large estate nearby, and she was a widow.
She was a guest in my castle. We spent days and days together, entertaining and visiting, dancing and hunting, or simply going out for a ride just like today. She seemed to enjoy these many activities, and she never said anything about leaving my castle soon. Sometimes I felt she was going to change her attitude do me, but alas! Each night she would leave me and go to her rooms, and when I tried to come inside, Wanda's maid Zosia would tell me that the lady was already sleeping. And in the morning, Wanda would play with me again, tempting, full of energy. And even now, tortured by this endless game, I couldn't but stare at her slender body and her perfect complexion. I fantasized about our future intercourse, while we rode along the snowy road. Suddenly we heard a noise, somewhere ahead of us. As we rode forward, we realized it came from a crowd of people.
"I wonder what it is there," said lady Wanda, "Let's see, sir Andzey?"
We rode to the crossroad. The left road lead to my castle, the right one, to the castle of Tadeus Belocinsky, the local governor. The noise was coming from the right, so we headed there. The road took us to the edge of the forest, near which stood the shabby houses of Grudno, a small village surrounding the governor's castle. On the edge of the village, was a small cemetery, where a dense crowd was collected.
"A funeral?" Wanda asked in dissolution.
We approached the crowd. Seeing us, the peasants took off their hats bowed to us.
"What is going on here?" I asked a local boy.
"Don't you know, sir? They're about to hang Eviska."
"Who is she?"
"She was a maid at the governor's."
"And what has she done?"
"She slept with the governor's horseman Yatzek, they stole some stuff from the governor and ran away, but we caught them right then. They were shooting, and killed one man, and the rest killed Yatsek, and Eviska is going to be hanged right now! Nude!"
The boy looked at me, trying to guess the impact of his story.
"Everybody's come to see. Even the old hag Beata!"
I looked at Wanda doubtfully. Her pretty face revealed the inner struggle of her senses. Curiosity and fear were fighting, and as it is often the case with women, curiosity won.
"Let's see?" she asked timidly, with a slight blush on her cheeks. How could I contradict? I saw the gallows, standing near the cemetery fence. The gallows was old, the wooden stand and bar were black with weather and age. Under the gallows, were four steps leading to it. A tall person dressed in a fur cape, was sweeping the snow away from under the gallows. On the edge of the cemetery, two peasants were digging a grave for Eviska.
The crowd began talking again: "Look! Here they are! Look! Look! Slut! There she is! Bitch! Serves you right! Whore!" Women shouted louder than men. I saw a carriage coming from the castle to the cemetery. Several guards were walking ahead of it, and inside was a priest dressed in black and a young woman - I couldn't see her dace, for it was covered with her hair. Her cuffed hands were holding a lit candle. The executioner walked behind the carriage, he was dresses like the rest of the guards. They stopped at the gallows. I recognized one of the horsemen - it was Komeda. I greeted him.
"Oh, sir Andzey! Good morning!" he said. "My regards to lady Wanda! You've come to see?"
"No, we were just passing by. The boy told us the story."
"Yes, quite a story... Sir governor loved this bitch so much, kept her away from hard work... And she? What extraordinary base ingratitude!"
"How old is she, sir Komeda?" asked Wanda.
"Fifteen. Excuse me - I have to get back to my duties."
"Still a child..." Wanda whispered.
Komeda asked the priest, "Have you finished, father?" The latter nodded. "Begin!"
The executioner took off the girl's coat, revealing her white long robe. Then he undid her chains and took off her fur boots and thick stockings. Her feet were white and smooth, just like a child's. I couldn't but stare at these pretty feet, but then, afraid that Wanda would guess my awkward interest, I looked at her quietly. But she didn't notice anything but the show. The executioner put the girl down on the ground, and the feeling of chilling snow seemed to wake her up. She raised her chin and looked around, as though trying to find compassion in the crowd. I now had the chance to have a good look at her face. I wouldn't call her a beauty: she had large lips and prominent cheek-bones, it was a face of a girl, not a woman, but there was something so cruelly exciting about it, that it looked fascinating to any man. When I saw her, I felt an urge to possess her. I immediately understood why the old governor took her to into his house. I also understood why he wasn't present at the execution.
"But she's just a little girl! Poor thing!" said Wanda, taking my hand and then letting it, as though ashamed of this impulse. Eviska scanned the crowd, trying to find a sympathetic face. She was very cold, especially her feet. The crows roared again, but there was no compassion in its roar, just cruelty. The peasantry never forgives. Eviska's lips curved into a crying grimace. The executioner said, "Get her!" and two guys took the girl and led her to the gallows. The third man meanwhile climbed onto its top and put a gray rope with a noose on its end through a metal ring at the gallows' top bar. Eviska was forced to go up the stairs, followed by the executioner. He came up to the girl from behind and quickly took off her long white robe. This was probably part of the sentence. The crowd began shouting and hooting: everybody enjoyed the unique show. I looked at Wanda and saw tears in her eyes.
"Let's go?" I asked laconically.
"Let's stay," she answered in a harsh voice.
Eviska was struggling to cover her naked body, burned by shame. But the executioner tied her wrists behind her back, and then gathered her hair in a single braid. Then he made her turn around, demonstrating the naked body to the crowd. This was also part of the humiliating play invented by the jealous governor. Eviska's body, as well as her face, was a combination of childish health and woman's readiness, and aroused most wild desires. She looked like a young, strong animal. Meanwhile, the executioner took the noose and fastened it around Eviska's neck. She stopped crying at once, seized by panic.
The executioner pulled the loose end of the rope. Eviska made a few little step backward, and then her feet slowly rose into the air. She wheezed, trying to catch the flat surface with her feet. The executioner went on pulling the rope, Evisja rising higher and higher. Her mouth was wide-open. The finders, tied behind her back, wriggled, as though trying to catch the air. The executioner stopped pulling and fastened the rope n this position. Everybody was watching the dying girl. She was in agony. The rope was slowly strangling her, just like a snake does to her prey. The tongue tipped out of her mouth, saliva running down her chin. The cheeks and neck were wet with tears which were rolling down her red face. I noticed that when her face grew dark red, the feet began losing their color and soon turned snow-white. I watched this unique show and suddenly realized that it was giving me a strange feeling of desire, absolutely wild and cruel. I didn't dare to look at Wanda's face for she could read it in my eyes. But everything had its end, and pretty soon the short life of Eviska ended. Her face was now absolutely blue and senseless, the blue tongue dangling out of her mouth. A little golden stream ran down her legs. The girl's body twitched one last time.
"The body is staying here until tomorrow," said Komeda. Leaving, I looked at her again. I felt a horrible urge to kiss her.
"Poor thing, she is so pretty!" Wanda whispered in my ear.
We didn't say a word on the way back to castle, thinking of what we had seen. But later we had a nice evening, a good dinner and some music played by musicians.
At about midnight, when it was time to go to sleep, lady Wanda addressed me with an intriguing smile:
"Sir Andzey, would you like to speak to me a little before going to bed?"
"I'm all yours, lady Wanda," said I, trying my best to conceal my sinful delight.
"I'll send Zosia for you."
You can imagine my impatience! Finally Zosia knocked at the door and came in. She was a young, ruddy girl with long black hair and red lips. I always liked her.
"Dearest sir, lady Wanda asks you to visit her," Zosia smiled archly. A minute later I was at Wanda's room. There was fire in the fireplace, everything was warm and cozy. Wanda was lying in bed.
"You may go now. If we need anything, we'll call you," said Wanda to the girl. zosia left.
"Andzey!" she said softly.
"Wanda!" Losing control, I rushed to her and began kissing her wonderful body. She looked as though she had been waiting for this all her life. I seemed to be drowning in delight, but I was wrong. She suddenly stopped me and said:
"Do you remember that girl? We're here, we're warm, we're loving each other. And she is there, nude and cold, alone... Maybe the crows are eating her..." Wanda's sparkling eyes closed. She smiled sensually. "It's so wonderful..."
My excitement decupled. I began fucking Wanda with such strength, that she screamed, and I felt rhythmical waves inside her, embracing my shaft. I decided to five her some time to rest.
"How her feet curved!" Wanda said, rising her slender leg and repeating the movements of the hanged girl. I kissed her white little foot.
"And how she looked at us when we were leaving?" Wanda opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. That was already too much. I entered her again and didn't let her until we both came.
We were relaxing by the fire, sipping the wine Zosia had brought us. The poor girl had to run to the cold cellar barefooted.
"Andzey, and what if somebody stole my jewelry here, in your castle? For example, Zosia? What would you do?"
Original Author: Semenov (1999).