A Teacher
(The story takes place during the first years of Soviet regime in Russia)
Natasha, a young teacher from Petrograd was in the middle of a lesson, when a
band of oppositionists got into the village. A few shots were heard in the
street, and the class rushed to the windows.
Natasha’s first reaction was fear and panic; she almost lost her head and wanted
to sent children to their homes, but quickly braced herself and reasonably
decided that it would be safer to keep the class inside until danger is over.
Just a few moments later though, there came a noise and males’ voices at the
outer door and a moment later three armed bandits barged into the classroom.
They reeked of moonshine.
- Here she is, boys! – They spotted the frightened girl. One of them roughly
grabbed Natasha’s shoulder and with his other hand tore off her white blouse.
- Come show us your little tits, you Petrograd bitch! They obviously had already
heard about a young teacher from the big city.
The other thug fished her little firm breasts out of her bra. Paralyzed with
terror, Natasha did not dare to fight back. She could hardly say a word before
the rouges stripped off her carefully ironed black skirt and pulled off her
panties. The girl blushed and made a helpless try to cover herself with her free
hand; now she stood completely naked but for her silly bra with her breasts
sticking out of it. She felt utterly awkward because of her embarrassing look.
The frightened and lost children stared at their teacher and she felt their
glances at her neatly trimmed triangle of pubis.
- Look boys, she shaves her cunt, bitch! – One of the bandits grinned, - now get
her outside!
They dragged Natasha outside; the whole class like spellbound poured into the
street after their teacher. Natasha’s heart sunk: the three men were definitely
going to rape her. She had already heard about opposition’s atrocities towards
representatives of the Soviets, or even those who sympathized to the new regime,
and her only thought was to at least escape brutal beating.
The oppositionists roughly dragged her by her hand and her hair, meanwhile
managing to slip their coarse hands between her legs and squeeze her breasts.
- Now we gonna get some of the commie’s body, how do you like that, soviet cunt…
Suddenly they stopped – a big burley man was confidently walking towards them
with a Mauser hanging from the strap over his shoulder. The way her tormentors
abruptly stopped and how reluctant they were to meet that man prompted to
Natasha that he was a man of authority in the band. Natasha started hoping there
was a chance that the man in charge would stop the meaningless humiliation.
- My, you messin’ around again, don’t you know the reds will be here any minute;
what, you wanna wait when they turn off your stupid blocks? – He said, - Never
seen a bitch, have you, boys? – String her up at the next tree and that’s it!
That was a bolt from the blue for Natasha; she had cherished hope that if the
worse came to the worst, the bandits would rape and humiliate her but still let
her go, after all, she had never done any harm to anybody, on the contrary,
taught peasants’ children to read and write. However, the man looked damn
serious and his words were taken by the other three like an order.
As Natasha was coming into her senses, she was already put under a thick brunch
of an oak-tree, and the youngest of the three cutthroats, a guy of about twenty
years old, from the second try managed to throw a thick hemp string with a noose
over the brunch. The noose swung right before the girl’s face. It had not taken
them long to find a rope and did not give any trouble to habitually handle it,
which left no doubts it was not their first hanging. The noose was expertly
pulled over Natasha’s head; the knot was positioned beside her left ear and
tightened. The younger man grabbed the free end of the rope and drew it taking
away the slack; the rope stretched and tightened pulling Natasha’s chin up and
slightly to the left. Other bandit drew Natasha’s hands behind her back and tied
them up tight, giving Natasha a lot of pain.
Now she could no longer cover her lower belly. The younger thug held his end of
rope tight, while the other two and their superior stepped back to enjoy a
better view of the humiliated girl, awaiting to hang.
- Look how this maiden stretched herself, - they lustfully stared at her firm
young body and exchanged their observations in anticipation of her humiliating
death; they took obvious pleasure from her despair.
- Boy, she’s trembling all over, trembling like hell. - Indeed, Natasha was
shivering.
- Now we gonna watch the little cunt twitching on the rope with her tongue
sticking out! – The bandits enjoyed the effect their words produced upon the
young innocent girl.
Natasha still was unable to realize the reality, she could not believe it was
happening to her. From the corner of her eye she could see her boys and girls
standing with their mouths open, terrified, but, seemingly not without some
interest watching her execution. Vanya was telling something to a friend of his
Seoma and pointing his finger at Natasha. She was extremely embarrassed by her
nakedness exposed to the children. The young girl was feeling humiliated and
degraded standing like this, with a noose around her neck, having only a pair of
black shoes left on her and her lacy bra lowered a little with her breasts
sticking out, all stretched on her tiptoes in order to make painful pressure of
the rope on her neck a little bit less. It was hard to believe in the reality of
the events, hard to believe that she would be just simply hanged, like a cat,
for pleasure of these men, who could not wait to watch her hanging by the neck,
struggling for the last breath, for the last minutes of her life. But she is
human, not a cat! They could not wait to watch the last convulsions and twitches
of the muscles of her young body. She immediately pictured herself silly hanging
from the rope like some sort of sausage, with her tongue absurdly sticking out
and the children pointing their fingers at her exposed little slit and slightly
showing clitoris.
All of a sudden she felt her nipples hardened and blood rushed to her labia,
which quickly became wet. Involuntary she pressed her thighs against each other.
- Hey, look, this bitch is in heat! – One of the men noticed.
- String her up! – The man in charged ordered and the younger bandit drew the
rope.
The rope bit into the bark of the tree and into the girl’s neck, tightened and
pulled up the noose hoisting Natasha over the ground. Natasha stretched even
more trying to reach the ground with the tips of her shoes and regain support,
her chin riding further up and to the left and her beautiful long neck
stretching too and becoming even longer. The girl croaked, her pink tongue fell
out of her mouth and her eyes went wide open coming out of the eye-sockets. She
started kicking like a horse pulling her knees up to her chest first and then
frantically throwing them down, to the great pleasure of the four men. Her
little breasts jumped in time with her agonizing body.
In a few minutes her eyes became hazy and closed, her muscles relaxed and she
lifelessly swung three feet over the ground with her legs slightly apart.
Natasha could not see her executioners walking away and her children staring at
her dangling shamelessly naked body long after...
Copyright by Frol Nikitin (2002).