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Nicoletta
Nicoletta, as she was known to the comrades, was
a tenured professoressa and could not be silenced,
even though her brand of Stalinist communism was
not taken seriously anymore. She strode the
teacher's platform, gesturing like Hitler,
proclaiming the evils of capitalism and the moral
superiority of communism. "Stalin was the greatest
leader of the 20th Century."
"Taurine effluvium!" shouted a student. "He killed
more Russians than Hitler did. His gulag of slave
labor camps was a crime against humanity."
"The camps were necessary to re-educate the bourgeois
scum and teach them the dignity of socialist labor. If
some died, it was necessary, like killing germs, to keep
society healthy. Stalin saved Russia from fascism and
set the example for world socialism. Here, in the
twenty-first century," she proclaimed, "it is
intolerable that every man, woman, and child is not
fed by the state." A young male student jumped to
his feet and said, "The only animals who wish to be
fed by others are pets, livestock, and slaves. Which
would you have us be?" Nicoletta responded with
an ad hominem attack upon the student and his
canine mother and his unmarried father. One of
the female students picked up her cell phone and
said, "It is time." "To force me to work to support
others is to practice slavery," proclaimed a student.
"Democracy demands the dictatorship of the
proletariat, the majority of citizens who are
working class, to take from the rich and give to the
poor," she countered. "You concede, Professoressa,
that the majority should rule?" "Yes!" "Well, then,
you Communist bitch, the majority of your students
now rules!"
At that point, nine men in black uniforms, and
wearing masks, entered the room and seized the
professoressa. "Sign," said the captain, placing a
paper on her desk. When she refused, men held her
arms while another applied a "Taser", a non-lethal
weapon which delivers a high voltage electrical
shock, to her buttock. As she screamed in pain, the
muscles of her leg contracted violently, so her heel
slapped against her buttock and her shoe flew off.
"Sign!" "No!" They applied the shock to her
abdomen, which made her curl into a fetal position,
held aloft by her arms. Her other shoe went flying
across the room, and a wet stain on her red dress
showed that she had lost control of her bladder. A
female student stepped up and said, "Hold her."
Then she slapped Nicoletta's face and demanded
she sign. "No," replied the exhausted Communist.
The student ripped the bodice of the teacher's dress,
revealing ample breasts in a black, lacy bra. Taking
a box cutter from her purse, she cut away the rest of
the dress, leaving Nicoletta exposed in her black
bra, black panties, and pantyhose. "Give me the
electrical device. There are things a man should
not do, but a woman can." As the men held
their captive by the arms, as if crucified, the
student pressed the Taser against the wet fabric in the
crotch of the panties. Her victim screamed and
thrashed her legs. Then she consented to sign.
The first document was a confession of treason and
complicity in terrorism, stating that she had
instructed others to commit terrorist acts in an
effort to bring down the government. The second
signature was her resignation from her teaching
position at the university. The third voluntarily
committed her to a state-run mental hospital for
treatment and re-education. The fourth was a
suicide note. Then they handcuffed her behind her
back, and the captain of the police said, "We had
better remove her from the university and the city,
before the word gets out and there is a riot." "But
we want to see her get what she deserves," said a
student. "Then follow us," said the policeman.
They led her through the halls of the university,
followed by noisy students. The policemen put the
helpless Communist in the back of a van. A crowd
of students followed, on Vespas and motorcycles and in a
variety of old automobiles. Later, the prisoner's older
sister would appeal to the Chief of Police, but
that official would say he knew nothing, and, if the
Nicoletta really had been arrested, it must have
been by the special anti-terrorist police. At any
rate, she could not be found.
"Do you remember what the Communist partisans did
to women who consorted with Germans?" They cut off
all her hair.
Many kilometers from the city, in a small farming
village, the police stopped and removed Nicoletta
from the van. As a crowd of students and
villagers surrounded her, jeering and cursing her,
Nicoletta, having recovered some of her strength,
stood in the square, ridiculous in her black
underthings, and yelled, "You will never get away
with this. The Communist Party will call a general
strike and paralyze the nation if I am not released
immediately!"
"Hah!" said an old man, who wore the faded arm
band of the Benito Mussolini Brigade. "We know
how to deal with your kind." He and a student
pulled the teacher's head back by her hair and
pinched her nose shut, forcing her to open her
mouth to breathe. They pushed the spout of a
funnel between her jaws. Then the old man poured
a liter of castor oil into her mouth, compelling her
to swallow it or choke. When it appeared she might
vomit up the oil, her tormentors continued to fill
her mouth, forcing her to swallow, more oil, salts,
vinegar, even the contents of a chamber pot which
an old woman brought to the festival. It seemed
that the victim's belly visibly swelled, as the
torture, essentially unchanged since the days of The
Holy Inquisition, deprived the Communist of any
rest or dignity, subjecting her to pains which
wracked her insides. They were pouring liquid soap
into the funnel when she gave a great heave, and a
torrent of vile, brown fluid filled her panties and
slid down her legs, dripping through the mesh of
her hose. "Arraawwgh!" she cried, when they
removed the funnel, and she bent over as even more
smelly shit spewed from her ass and bubbles
emerged from her nose and mouth. The policemen
just stood back and watched.
A man in a white apron approached, carrying a
large zucchini. "We can't have her soiling the
public street. No one will want to buy food with
her shitting in public. Take her to the ponds. But,
before you do, let's put a stop to this." With a
gloved hand, he pulled down her panties and
pantihose, halfway to her knees, and then he forced
the cylindrical green squash through her anus,
stopping the flow as the anal muscles closed around
the stem. They pushed Nicoletta toward the edge of
town. She was staggering and unable to take full
steps because of the filthy panties caught at her
knees. The ponds were an experimental fish farm.
Members of the crowd pulled the rest of her
clothing from her, leaving Nicoletta wearing
nothing but filth and handcuffs. They pushed her
into a fish pond. "That'll clean her up. Those fish
will eat anything."
As she stood there in waist-deep water, unseen
catfish swirled around her legs, their whiskers
stroking her skin, penetrating the clefts of her body,
as they ate the filth from her skin. She staggered in
the mud of the bottom, bent over and vomited the
awful mixtures from her swollen stomach, and tried
to find a way out of the pond. As she tried to climb
the bank, her rump was exposed enough that the
crowd could see and cheer as, with a cry of anguish,
their victim shuddered and propelled the zucchini
from her anus with a gush of brown slop. At that,
she lost her footing and fell against the muddy
bank, coating her breasts with black, slimy mud.
As the crown laughed and jeered, she waded toward
the middle of the pond, where her body was
concealed by deeper water. Up to her neck in
water, she had to stand still and allow the fish to
explore her body, even to the point of nipping her
nipples, as if they were worms.
While most of the crowd watched and encouraged
her to come out and show off her big breasts and
black bush, others of the students and villagers were
preparing for her. Nicoletta stayed in the pond as
long as she could, emptying her bowels and
stomach for the hungry fish, but at last she realized
she had to get out. Her teeth were chattering, as the
cold water chilled her beyond enduring.
Reluctantly, she waded toward the bank and
allowed herself to be pulled out of the pond.
Dripping wet, naked, still handcuffed, she was
pushed and dragged away from the pond. Two of
her male students stood ready. Each had a rope
with a noose, a loop and slip knot, at one end. As
others held her, they slipped the loops over her
breasts and drew them tight. Her breasts assumed
the shape of bocci balls and turned pink, as the
venous blood return was impeded by the
constriction of the rope. She gritted her teeth and
tried not to scream, as she was hung by her breasts
from an overhanging tree branch. Her anus still
dribbled, so a woman took a rag, covered it with hot
chili pepper sauce, and pushed it in to stop the leak.
Little boys and girls explored her vulva and plucked
at her curly pubic hairs. A peasant woman arrived with a
bundle of fresh stinging nettles. Using gloves or
cloths to protect their hands, the children of the
village whipped her with the nettles, which left
raised red stripes across her thighs and belly. A boy
rubbed some nettles up and down the crack of her ass,
while a teen-age girl applied the itch-inducing irritating
needles of the nettles to Nicoletta's nether lips.
Nicoletta screamed loudly as the burning, glassy
needles imbedded in her clitoris. Some boys
rubbed nettles across her already painful tits. When
the young folk had used up the supply of nettles,
leaving Nicoletta a tapestry of rashes and writhing
with the torment of thousands of venomous hairlike
needles embedded in her skin, the older men then
took turns lashing her suspended body, using belts,
branches, knotted ropes, whatever came to hand.
Now scarlet and purple bruises were added to the
reddened skin from the nettle treatment.
Her throat was burning from the vomit and the
screaming when they lowered an exhausted
Nicoletta and forced her to her knees before a low
wooden bench. The ropes which bound her bruised
breasts were tied beneath the bench, so she was
forced to kneel with her rump upraised and her face
almost in the dirt. The old man with the Fascist
arm band wrapped her nipples with copper wire and
then led the ends over her shoulders to the chain
between her handcuffs. She was forced to hold her
arms awkwardly bent behind her back, for if she
straightened them, she would pull off her nipples!
A farmer brought the next torturer to the scene, a
large boar pig. His wife was stroking its penis,
which protruded, bright red, corkscrew shaped as
pig penises are. The boar was led to mount the
kneeling victim, and the farmer's wife guided the
end of the glistening corkscrew toward the "cork"
of Nicoletta's cunt. "Yeeargh!" she screamed, as
the pig thrust his threatening penis into her vagina.
Grunting and heaving, he stuffed himself into her,
while the villagers and students laughed and
remarked how apt it was for her to get shafted by a
pig. Pigs, of course, are not used to lengthy love-
making. The boar snorted and shot his semen into
her belly, then calmly dropped off and sauntered
away.
By now, the sun was setting. "Enough of this," said
the police captain. "I'm supposed to deliver her to
the mental hospital." The police led her away and
removed the breast ropes and the wires and the handcuffs
while the pig cum dribbled down her legs. The crowd
of villagers and students stayed behind and celebrated
the events with local wine.
Nicoletta was transported to a mental hospital, four grey
multistory buildings in Stalinesque style, plus some
smaller outbuildings, all surrounded by farmland and
walls and double wire fences, topped with barbed wire.
It was late at night, but uniformed attendants washed her
off and removed the rag from her anus. They gave her an enema,
two liters of soapy water followed by several rinses, until
she was fit to put in a cell. Then she was placed in a small
windowless room with only a mat to lie on and a stainless
steel toilet bowl.
In the morning, the dressed her in a hospital gown, the kind that
wraps around and always gapes open in back. It did, however,
cover up most of the marks left by the villagers. She was brought
before three official looking men who sat like judges behind a
long desk.
"This woman has signed a voluntary commitment. Every resident is
entitled to free medical care, so we must admit her as a patient, at
least until we have a diagnosis and treatment plan."
A second man added, "We have an affidavit form a university psychiatrist
which says this woman has advocated the violent overthrow of the
government, had tried to justify mass murders, has tried to recruit terrorists.
The is a danger to others and probably to herself. The psychiatrist
recommends she be sequestered from other patients."
"Well, that's it, then," said the third man, a small man with rimless glasses.
"If you agree, I will supervise her case myself."
Nicoletta was housed in a horse barn, far from the main hospital. She was
given a coarse burlap sack to wear, with slits cut for her neck and arms. It
irritated her nipples. They riveted an iron collar around her neck, and
at night she would be chained in a stall, to sleep on dirty straw with,
sometimes, a horse blanket for warmth. At first she spewed curses and
threats at the attendants. They told her to be quiet, and when she wasn't,
she was fitted with a bit and bridle, which was removed when she was
allowed to eat, mostly dog food, which is, after all, scientifically
formulated to be a nutritious balanced diet. By day, she had work to do,
working in the fields or carrying rocks or doing some other labor which
exercised her body but not her mind. If she was alone, the bridle and bit
would be removed. She had learned to say nothing unless asked a question.
Once a week, there was a "therapy"session. She thought of it as Sunday,
but she had lost track of time. She would stand there naked. "Rimless Glasses"
would examine her, perhaps give her pills or injections. Then she would be
blindfolded and take somewhere for "socialist labor." They would band her
over a table, and perhaps twenty or more men would take her from behind,
either hole. Similarly, invisible men would put their penises
against her lips, and she would have to suck them off, swallowing their semen.
This, too, was a joyless task. She wasn't a virgin, of course. In her younger
days, she had yielded to many a young Communist in the name of party
solidarity. But she had never much enjoyed fucking, and even an extended
session with twenty or more men did not bring her to orgasm. One of the
"therapists", noting her complaints about irritated nipples, stuck needles
in her breasts and injected stuff. Her breasts became fuller, more
upright and attractive, but they also became numb. Men might pinch her
nipples or squeeze her breasts, but it didn't hurt. From time to time, the unseen
therapist would examine her vagina, but still sex was a bore. Then they did
something to her clitoris. Suddenly, the rapes became meaningful, and she
looked forward the each new man, hoping he would be the one to bring her
to an orgasm, that new and exciting experience she had only read about before.
Best of all, alone in her stall, she found she could cross her legs and tense her
thighs and slowly bring herself to orgasm. However, the attendants caught
her at it, moaning in her stall, and, each night, they would fit her with a sort
of chastity belt which kept her thighs apart and protected her clitoris from
fingers. Nicoletta had to wait for her weekly fuck sessions to enjoy herself.
However, the fuck sessions had their down side. After she had been used by
countless men, the attendants would replace the rubber bit and suspend her
from her wrists. They would apply those sticky electrodes used for electro-
cardiograms, one at each collar bone and more below her breasts, to monitor
her heat beat. They stuck one on each temple and several, front and back,
below her waist. She could feel them attaching wires. Then came the
shocks, below her waist. Each would cause massive muscle spasm, and her
knee would fly up, or her back would arch, or she would curl into a ball, or
even, sometimes, her vagina would clench like a fist, expelling residual semen,
but not prompting an orgasm. The men seemed amused, laughing as she
twitched like a marionette. Between such exercises, they would let her hang
and wait for her heart rate to subside. Then they would torture her some more.
The final even was the "electro-convulsive shock therapy", where they would
pass a current between her temples until she lost consciousness. When she
woke up in her stall her memories would be all scrambled and indistinct.
A life of honest, socialist toil, serving the state, she supposed, and being
housed and fed by the state, was, after all, what she had advocated for others.
One sunny day, she strained to haul a manure spreader across a field. She
was naked, but for her bridle and the harness around her hips. She was
tanned and lean and strong and not at all bothered by being naked. It provided an
opportunity to rub her naked thighs together as she leaned into her harness.
A man emerged from the woods nearby and ran to her side. She kept to her
work, as she knew she must. Half trotting beside her, he said, softly,
"Are you Nicoletta, the professoressa?" Without breaking her stride, she
tried to focus on that seemingly distant past. Yes, she had taught at the
university, hadn't she? She hadn't thought about that much, lately. "Are you
Nicoletta?" the man insisted. "We can rescue you and return you to your
family." She thought about that for a moment or two, tried to imagine what
that would involve. She stopped leaning into the harness and stood erect,
her shoulders back, thrusting out her bulging breasts. The man came close,
and he removed the bit from her mouth, so she could speak. She looked him
in the eye and carefully formed her words: "No, I am not
Nicoletta."
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