The Young Heroine
They came to rape her and Oksana could do nothing to stop them from taking her virginity. For them she was a partisan, a girl dangerous and responsible for death of several German soldiers. They cared nothing for her youth. They tortured her and tomorrow she knew she was going do die. She didn't know how, but at this moment she didn't care.
She glared at the soldier who began to unbutton her blouse, feeling the other soldiers stripping off her clothes. Oh God, she thought with fear. How bad can it be?
She felt the soldier squeeze her naked breast. She was now more embarrassed
than angry. Her eyes went wide, when she saw one of the soldiers unzip his pants and reveal enormous penis.
Oksana slosed her eyes, feeling them force her mouth open, the man's thing sliding in, filling her mouth.
Oksana wanted to throw up, but there was no way she could do that now. She felt her legs being parted, another thick penis pushing inside her, tearing through her hymen. "GHAAAGH!!!" - Oksana groaned in pain. "mmmmfghkkkghffkk...!!!"
They began to ravish her methodically, and all she could do was to breathe and moan. After about ten or fifteen minutes, one of the soldiers exploded inside her. The second soldier came a few minutes later, filing Oksana's mouth with sticky and foul tasting substance.
Bathed in sweat, Oksana was fucked by at least a dozen soldiers. Her belly was filled with their sperm and her throat felt raw from the sperm she was forced to swallow. When soldiers finished, they locked her in a barn and went outside to prepare gallows for young partisan girl. They chose a
suitable tree, on which already hung the dead body of a young female teacher executed three days ago. They photographed the corpse and cut it down.
The body fell on the ground and one of the soldiers removed rope from her neck as a souvenir.
Oksana sat inside the barn, feeling wetness between her legs, wondering why life was so cruel to her. Nothing made sense anymore and very soon she would be executed.
She spent the night wondering if she would get pregnant. Even if she did, she won't have give birth to a
bastard child, especially from one of her enemies.
Just before sunrise, she was given a piece of bread and a glass of water by one of the soldiers. Oksana ate slowly, enjoying the food for the last time in her life.
She waited until the soldiers came for her and tied her hands behind her back with a piece of hard rope.
That done, they escorted her outside, and walked her toward the tree, where a noose waited, swung over the
horizontal tall branch.
They were going to hang her.
Fear and revulsion gripped Oksana. Death by hanging was slow and painful, and she certainly didn't want to die like this. When soldiers pushed her forward, she began to resist. "Damn you," she said to them. "Just shoot me."
"Move it," one of the soldiers said dragging her under the noose. It took soldiers a long time to place the noose around Oksana's neck. Only by pulling her hair, forcing her head back, they managed to slip the rope and pull it tight. Oksana coughed but couldn't loosen the knot.
The soldiers took the other end of the rope and began to pull her body off the ground.
Coarse rope began to dig into Oksana's skin, as she gritted her teeth,
realizing she had only seconds to breathe. Before her feet separated from the ground, she took a deep breath and saw her bare feet kicking underneath her. The soldiers pulled her higher and quickly tied the end of rope to the smaller branch watching as Oksana tried to reach the ground with her bare feet to no avail.
Oksana felt her neck muscles protesting against the rope, the pain under her jaw intensifying to the point where she had to stick her tongue out in order to lessen it. She felt her head tilt to the side, the knot pushing under her ear, her heart beating faster and faster, as she began a violent dance of death.
The hanged girl writhed in agony, spinning on the rope, her legs kicking hard back and forth, her body trembling and spasming as her muscles went into a last violent fight for life.
Her face turned purple and saliva poured from her mouth in a long stream. Several brown droppings fell on the ground from beneath her skirt as her rectum relaxed.
Her bare legs became slick with urine, the yellow streams running from her crotch down her long legs and dripping onto the ground. The soldiers watched her, snapping occasional photos of her dying body, until Oksana finally went limp, her heck brutally stretched by the rope, her head tilted at forty five degree angle.
One of the soldiers came close to her corpse and reached into the girl's blouse, feeling warm, firm breast and squeezing it several times before he let go. The other soldiers posed beside hanged Oksana, some lifting her skirt up for camera to show her soiled underwear. Their deed done, the soldiers went back to the barracks, leaving Oksana's body hanging until the end of day. At sunset, some of the villages cut her down, washed her body and buried it.
Oksana's death was not in vain. Before she was hanged, she killed a dozen enemy soldiers and blew up a German fuel depot. For her courage, she was posthumously awarded the title Hero of the Soviet Union.
Original Author: Roman B. (2001).
Translation: Viking (2001).