Komsomol - active assistant and reserve

Communist Party of the Soviet Union,

being guiding and guiding

the power of Soviet society ...

The main task of the Komsomol consists of:

... to develop and strengthen the younger generation

class approach to all phenomena of social life ...

of the charter, VLKSM.

Dedication

I still hate all these party "sixes" and "sevens"! From themselves they do not represent a damn, but endowed, albeit small, but with power, and lured around the commanding trough, imitate something about themselves! Then it cost them nothing to break the life of anyone ... To pervert and spit in the soul ... I know ... Itself from those who fell into the meat grinder of fate ...

I was twenty, I was an active member of the Komsomol, and it is not surprising that at the next meeting I was elected to the committee of the Komsomol Institute. She straightened her shoulders, coped with her work, and that's how the most conscious, me and two others of the same “empty-headed” Komsomol, delegated to the district party conference to help. Guests to meet, the paper to lead, and yes you never know what ...

There were about forty girls like us, probably. All the work was found. Well and, of course, everything is all right, and dressed as if for a holiday ... We worked there and as “encouragement”, those who liked “bosses and bonzes” were invited to the final part. I did not know then that this was the place where they were called on the occasion of taking office. They planted us, five fools in the luxurious Volga, and drove us to a special charge, about forty kilometers from the city. We are proud, all of ourselves! Here we have identified, appreciated our work ... Fools, in short, very young fools! And on arrival we were immediately sent to the kitchen, and there the head of the dacha and the commandant gave us a whole lecture: “The Komsomol is an active assistant and reserve of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union.” They fooled their heads, and then distributed them to the designated places. And even to our notice, it was brought that the territory is guarded, and it is strictly forbidden to leave the premises set aside for work, and you can leave this place only by special pass.

It turned out they brought us not to rest, but as a proven work force. Two were sent to the bathhouse, bed sheets and towels were handed out, well, bring it in and serve it. And the rest as waitresses at the dining room left. Immediately they dressed us in a uniform: nylon stockings, a short checkered skirt, with a small snow-white apron, and, well, an almost transparent blouse. On the head, something like a kokoshnik, starched, was given out. After we changed our clothes, we were taken to a makeup artist, and he brought us a marafet ... And when the guests started arriving, we met them and escorted them to the designated places. Someone came alone, someone with ladies. In total, about twenty people gathered. It all started decently. Toasts, eulogy of the party, its wisdom ... But gradually, when the amount of empty containers from intoxicating drinks grew, the conversations became more frivolous, and occasionally they began to slap on the priests covered with short skirts, stroking the legs, despite our sharp reaction ...

The people began to leave the tables, who with the ladies hurried upstairs to retire in the “rest rooms”. Some people wanted to steam in the bathhouse, and a few people just drank "on black." I was just amazed at this nativity scene. And then they called me into the kitchen, and, having thrust a tray with drinks and snacks, they sent me upstairs to the third floor, to the small hall where the special meeting was held ... And not just one, but accompanied by a “healthy nuker”. He took me in an elevator and led me to a high, beautifully decorated door. I opened the door and I entered. I immediately noticed the thickness of the door, it seems that even if people shout here, they will hardly be heard in the corridor. Especially since I entered the vestibule, and there was another door ahead. I knocked, and without waiting for an answer, I opened the second door.

The small hall was, so to speak, not a meeting room at all ...a large bright room with a low coffee table with banquettes and soft poufs instead of chairs. On the table was a bottle of brandy, and a couple of glasses. As I looked around, the door closed behind me, and I heard the lock click, cutting off my way back. I looked up and saw in front a wide double door, wide open. Behind her was another room with a large, straightened bed; now they are called sexfroms. In the first room and within sight in the second room there was no one. Only somewhere was the sound of flowing water. I froze. I didn't like it at all. Putting the tray on the table, I tried to get out, but, alas, the door I entered was locked. Not knowing what to do, I walked over to the table and, standing nearby, began to look around helplessly.

Then the sound of flowing water stopped, footsteps sounded and a man came out of the bedroom, wiping his damp head. He was barefoot and dressed in a white bathrobe. He carefully looked at me, and said: “Oh, it's you - Zina! What are you standing, sit down. I'll be right there, ”and, turning, went out. I looked after him in dismay, trying to remember who he was? And suddenly I understood, the newly elected first secretary of the district party committee! I was knocked down, dressing robe! Before that, I saw him in a white shirt, with a tie and an ironed jacket. Well, of course, in pants! It was not necessary to be a visionary to understand why I am here! I squeezed my chest, but instead of my heart I pounded tam-toms. I was just scared of what was about to happen. In impotent fear, I rushed to the door, knocking on it and begging to open the door. Tears flowed down my cheeks, I sobbed. My beats and voice resounded only around the room, and I doubt that someone heard them outside.

And then I heard his voice: “And where are you, Zina, rushing? Do you think if you leave here now, you will not get into another bed? I, magnitude, and they are there, my "vassals." Better to be with me. I can give you a lot more than they! ” I turned sharply, he was already approaching me and stretching out his hand. I looked around in agony and rushed to the window. "It is armored," came after me. I changed direction and rushed into the bedroom, he, without haste, moved behind me. “What are you rushing about like a fool! Well, I won't eat you! From fuck and everything. Not a single woman has left me dissatisfied! ”He said. I jumped into the bedroom, quickly looked around. No there were no doors outside. A glass door led to a shower, and probably a toilet close by. And they opened out! Having decided to hide there, I rushed there, but I was late. He grabbed my hand as I tried to close the door. Later, I realized that even if I managed to cover her up, it would not change anything! The door was flimsy and did not have a lock, and the inner handle was just a toy.

He yanked at me, and I flew out of the closet like a cork and, slipping on the floor, fell on the bed. He immediately sat down on top of me and unscrewed his hands. I can’t move my body, I could only uselessly jerk my legs and roar. Sobbing already in full voice, I asked not to touch me and let go. He silently tried to undress me. You did not try to undress a woman lying on her stomach, with her arms wrapped back sitting on her? Given that she is also trying to resist! Theoretically, this is almost impossible to achieve! But this question can be solved more simply. He just grabbed me by the collar of his blouse and pulled him down. The fabric cracked, buttons fell down. In the same way he pulled off his skirt. Frightened and demoralized, I no longer resisted when he took off my bra and belt with panties. I understood, nobody will save me, and I am here only because he “laid eyes on me”! For some of his features, he determined that I was "caked." "It would be so long ago," he said. And then he added: “My name is Sergey. But this is if we are alone, and so Sergei Petrovich. Now get up and go to the shower wash. I'm waiting for you!". Sergey let go of my hands and stood up. He watched with interest as I pulled off the rags, and, smearing tears in my face, I dragged myself into the shower, like a fool, covering my shameful places.

The shower itself was good, at another time, I ...