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BUTTERFLY AND FALCON (Part 3)

   By KATZMAREK

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   Author's note.

   This is a work of fiction based on fact.  Opinions and interpretations
of events expressed are my own and as such are entirely contestable.

   This remains my property and may not be used for gain without my express
permission in writing.

   -------------------------------------------------



   If the Madrid leadership of the CNT were facilating, it was the same for
the Popular Front Government.  As the second day of the revolt dragged on
it began to dawn on them the extent of the revolt in Barcelona.  The
Communists called for decisive action, but Largo Cabalero seemed
overwhelmed into inaction.  He refused to order Army units away from the
front.  Instead, he reluctantly authorised the despatch of more Assault
Guards.  Meanwhile, the Communists took the initiative, sending their two
brigades backed by Russian NKVD troops.  These came down from the Ebro to
dig in before Terrassa in support of the PSUC militia.

   The Jose Martys and the 5th Regiment had about a dozen Russian KV1
tanks, but these would take at least a day to reach Terrassa.  In the
event, the situation on the Ebro delayed their departure for several days
and they never did see action against the rebels.

   Instead they acquired the services of a Catalan artillery battery,
equipped with the ubiquitous and ancient French Model 11 75mm gun.  By
nightfall on the 4th, the Catalans began a desultory artillery dual with
the CNT/POUM's guns.

   The experienced Communist troops, though, weren't about to storm
Terrassa across open ground against well-protected positions.  Instead they
began a slow strangulation of the city, taking over all major routes into
Barcelona.  The agricultural collectives of the CNT felt the full weight of
the PCE's fury as, one after another, the Communists raided the villages,
extracting a terrible revenge.  Certainly the accounts were later
exaggerated, but, by even the standards of the Civil War, there was a great
deal of brutality.  Andres Nin was powerless to prevent it.  For the
CNT/POUM to sorte would be just what the Communists wanted.

   Instead, he called Luis Companys to find out the Government's demands.
These were quick to arrive, and no doubt direct from the Russians via the
PCE.  To whit, the CNT and POUM were to be disarmed and to accept
conscription to the regular Republican Army.  All industrial and
agricultural collectives were to be broken up and either returned to their
Capitalist owners or to the care of the Government.  Companys intimated
that warrants were being prepared for the arrest of the POUM leadership. 
No mention was made of the CNT's committees.  Presumably they were
considered mere dupes of the 'treacherous' POUM.  Obviously the demands
would not be acceptable.

   By dawn of the 5th of May some 11,000 Communists and 4000 Assault guards
were dug in around Terrassa.  And digging nearer the CNT/POUM's lines. 
Arriving from Valencia, Ferrer de la Garcia and Federica Montseny of the
CNT's Valencia leadership called a meeting of the Supreme Joint Response
Committee to try and persuade them to lay down their arms.  The Committee's
bottom line, however, was a demand that the Government not interfere in the
Catalonian 'revolution.' The sides were wide apart and even Andres Nin
couldn't move the committee nearer the Government's wishes.  It was plain
the Communists were calling the Government's shots and only the complete
capitulation of the CNT/POUM was acceptable.  Frantically, Nin called
Companys to intercede witb Largo Cabalero but the Prime Minister was
incommunicado.  He must have known, then, that their revolution was doomed.

   -------------------------------------------

   Benin was on her knees beside John on the bed.  She had her beautiful
arse facing him as she slowly worked her mouth up and down on his stiff
cock.  Although her trousers were loose fitting, in the fashion of the
time, nevertheless they stretched tight over her rump as she bobbed.

   Impulsively, John slapped it.  Benin jerked, her mouth coming off him.
Looking behind her, she exclaimed, "hey!" But there was excitment in her
eyes and a smile on her face.  He slapped her again, a little harder. 
"Y'want me to bite you?" she asked, laughing.  Her hand was still wrapped
around his penis.

   "No!" he replied, apprehensively.

   It had been quite awhile since she'd been slapped on the bottom.  Her
Mother used to punish her that way when she was a child.  But at 18 she'd
had a relationship with an older man who'd liked doing that to her.  It was
the only aspect of that liason, she recalled, that she enjoyed.  That, and
the presents of money and jewelry he'd occasionally give her.

   People who'd pass judgement on her, must remember what it was like to be
destitute, she thought.  'Morality' was fine for those that could afford
it, and doubly difficult for women with almost no other opportunity to earn
an independent income.

   Signor Garcia was in his forties, married, and the Father of one of her
friends.  He used to flirt with her and the other girls but took particular
interest in Benin.  'My wild Begonia,' he used to call her.  She was
flattered.  He was a nice man, albeit lonely.

   One afternoon he'd been drinking.  Benin had called to see if her friend
wanted to go to the park, but she'd gone to Villafranca with her Mother to
visit an old Aunt.  Signor Garcia asked Benin to sit with him as he was
lonely and depressed.  She'd obliged him, listening to him ramble on about
his life.  She didn't mind, she felt 'grown up,' even though she didn't
really understand most of what he was on about.

   "My wife Juana," he went on, "doesn't understand...  a man has needs and
desires...  is old fashioned, very Catholic, you understand."

   Benin wasn't so innocent that she didn't catch that drift of
conversation.  She felt a little embarrassed, true, but curious at the same
time.  "Your such a sweet girl," he continued, "beautiful and passionate.
Are you passionate, Benin?  I can tell that answer already.  I see...  in
your eyes..." He continued in much the same way until he suggested she
share some wine with him.

   After she began to feel a little woozy from the alcohol, Signor Garcia
then asked her if she had a boyfriend, was she a virgin and whether she'd
let boys 'touch' her.  He began to snort, not unlike 'the Father' when the
priest had molested her 4 years ago.  But this time Benin didn't feel
revulsion.  She felt sorry for the depressed man and wanted to cheer him
up. It was then he'd offered her 5 pesetas as a 'gift' if she'd do
something for him.  By then, of course, she understood what that something
was.

   "Just a little playing," he'd insisted, "I don't want to 'ruin' you." By
that he meant he didn't want to have full sex with her.  Benin was
relieved, she wasn't sure she wanted to go that far.

   He'd kissed and cuddled her for a bit, rather kindly and gently.  Unlike
'the Father,' he didn't grope and probe her.  Later, he took her into the
bedroom, took off his pants, and got her to kneel between his legs as he
sat on the bed.  Benin knew what he wanted her to do.  She done it before
with a boyfriend.  Unlike her boyfriend, however, Signor Garcia had washed
himself with a flannel beforehand.  She was touched by that little
consideration.

   The man hand grunted and snorted as she sucked his cock.  He played with
her hair and held her head gently with the palm of his hand.  After a while
he lifted her off him and, grinning, told her she was 'naughty' and needed
to be punished.  Benin was calmed by his playful expression.

   He laid her across his knee after hitching up her skirt and pulling down
her knickers.  At his insistance, she reached under and held his cock in
her fist while he tapped her lightly on the bare bottom.  As he grew more
excited, his slapping increased in tempo and harshness until Benin felt his
warm sticky fluid splattering over her tummy and on her fingers.  The
Signor was panting like a locomotive and beads of sweat ran down from his
brow.

   Benin's arse felt warm after the beating, but not altogether
unpleasantly.  She'd wished the man had kept going, maybe rubbing his
fingers between her legs after each stroke, but the Signor was done. 
Almost appologetically, he'd kissed her on the cheek before retrieving his
pants.  He'd then sworn her to secrecy.  Benin agreed readily.

   ----------------------------------

   That evening, the PCE opened a furious bombardment of the CNT/POUM's
positions in Terrassa.  Under this cover, waves of infantry debouched from
their trenches and charged at the town.  After two hours, the
revolutionaries were fighting hand to hand, street by street, with the PCE
attackers until, as the sky darkened, they were forced into a retreat
towards Barcelona.

   By nightfall the fighting had died down with the PCE militia only a
street away from the town square.  The Somua tank of the POUM held the
Communists at bay.  But Andres Nin was already sending reinforcements in
the shape of Hispano-Suiza armoured cars and more men of the Lenin
Division. The orders were, that the Communists must be driven out of
Terrassa at all costs.  Some say he arrived personally with his Irish Aide
de Camp, John Connolly.

   Meanwhile, in Barcelona's Southern suburbs, the Government's Assault
Guards began to arrive by train from Valencia and Tarragona.  These took up
positions outside the army Citadel of Llobregat, which was occupied by the
Lenin Division on May the 3rd.  They had no armour or artillery and they
were too few to take the fortress by storm.  In any case, their orders were
merely to wait.

   In Madrid, Prime Minister Largo Cabalero was locked in a raging argument
with the PCE Ministers of the Popular Front and their Russian advisors. 
The Communists pressured him to send regular Army units into Barcelona
backed by tanks and aircraft.  Cabalero flatly refused, reminding them
that, but for the CNT's militias, Barcelona would've been lost to Franco's
Falangists back in the July Days of '36.  He told them he thought Companys
could cobble together a peace deal with Andres Nin.  He feared that the
revolt could engulf the whole of Catalonia.  Already, shots had been
exchanged between the Civil Guard and Anarchists in Girona and Lerida.

   The Communist bloc were furious at Cabalero's inaction and were adamant
the Anarchist and the POUM militias should be disarmed and broken up.  All
military forces must be under centralised Republican control, they
insisted, and that control was increasingly exerted by Russian advisors. 
Cabalero, meanwhile, made sure that only limited Government forces were
committed to the 'May Days' revolt.

   Meanwhile, at first light on the 6th, the POUM attacked the PCE troops
in Terrassa and by mid-morning had practically expelled them from the town.
The Communists again pounded the town with artillery, destroying several
armoured cars and, again, driving the POUM back.  By the afternoon the
Communists were back in possession, had captured the Somua, and the rebels
were in flight along the road to Barcelona.

   The Western defences all but collapsed, as Nin had predicted, and the
CNT/POUM were steadily driven back towards the business district and the
Port.  Ammunition was running low.  The Communists used their artillery to
destroy any buildings occupied by the rebels.  Casualties were mounting on
both sides, but the medical facilities on the POUM/CNT side were being
overwhelmed.  By nightfall on the 6th, the Communists swept into the city
centre and were in occupation of the port, splitting Barcelona in two.  On
the morning of the 7th, Andres Nin called a truce.

   Assault Guards quietly occupied the Telephone Exchange, comprehensively
wrecked by the CNT.

   Nin was in a poor position to negotiate, but he did ensure that the bulk
of the rebels were allowed to go free, albeit minus their guns.  Many
fighters elected to go North to the French border rather then accept the
Government's dictates.  The 29th Lenin Division reverted to the control of
the Republican Army with Political Officers placed in every unit to oversee
their loyalty.  In the main, they were Russian NKVD Officers and, over the
coming months, had many POUM soldiers executed for 'desertion.'

   Those that chose to remain in Spain had to accept conscription and the
breaking up of the Worker's Collectives.  The CNT militia gradually
disappeared from Barcelona to be replaced by Government Paramilitaries, the
Assault Guard and the Civil Guard.  The CNT members of the Generalidad were
expelled over the protestations of Luis Companys.

   Some 1400 people were officially killed during the May Days revolt, but
that figure was on the low side.  In the aftermath many hundreds more were
killed in reprisals and retributions.

   Around Mid July the POUM's leadership, including John Connolly and
Andres Nin, disappeared.  The PCE initially denied any knowledge, then
later claimed they had been 'rescued' by Fascist agents, adhering to the
line that they'd been in the pay of Franco the whole time.

   The Nationalists, however, waded in through the international Press,
claiming the POUM leaders had been arrested by the Russians.  Franco's
Falangist intelligence network was impeccably accurate and his
propagandists had a field day.

   The POUM leaders *were* being held by the Russian GPU, at their compound
at Alcala de Benares near Madrid.  Rumours circulated that they were being
brutally tortured and Companys, in particular, began agitating for their
release or open trial by Military Tribunal.

   Clumsily, the Russians then claimed that, yes, they had detained them
but they'd subsequently escaped with the aid of Fascist Agents.  No
official explanation has been offered since.

   Later, in a French 4th International newspaper, the claim appeared that
Andres Nin had been flayed alive by NKVD torturers.  The claim gained a
great deal of currency during the bitter infighting between the former
defenders of the Popular Front.

   Stalinist political Parties in Europe repeated the claim of the POUM's
complicity in a Fascist plot to take over Barcelona.  However, this was
only part of the wider ideological struggle between the two main streams of
Communist theory.  Leon Trotsky, himself, was murdered in Mexico by one
Juan Mercater, a GPU agent.  The reins of the 4th International alternative
to Russian Communism was taken up by the American Socialist Workers Party
based, initially, in New York and later, Los Angeles.

   But, to get back to Andres Nin and John Connolly.  As recently as the
early 70s reliable evidence came to light about the fate of the POUM's
leadership.

   It was probable that Nin and the others were tortured to compel them to
admit complicity in a Fascist plot.  The 'flayed alive' story is completely
false, thankfully.  Companys, in particular, began to put pressure on the
Russians to give him up.  When that began to be taken up by the
international Press, the GPU executed them all by firing squad on, or
about, the 20th of July.  They then circulated the story that they'd
escaped.

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   John and Benin began to wrestle on the bed.  She'd bared her teeth and
began to lower her head towards his cock.  It was then that he'd grabbed
her, laughing.  She 'suffered' her pants to be dragged off her.  Eventually
she found herself held firmly across his legs.

   'Smack,' he slapped her across the bare bottom.

   "Ow!" she protested, "not so hard!"

   "Some soldier," he teased, "can't take a little pain." John was getting
into the game.  He wasn't sure who initiated it, but he was enjoying
himself.

   "Bastard!  I'll show you pain...  OW!" He slapped her harder.  Benin
half rose and tried to punch him, but he dodged the blow.  She twisted and
squirmed on his lap as he continued hitting her, raising a good red colour
to her bare arse.

   At last she rolled off and got on her hands and knees.  "Now, baby,
please!" she told him, "from behind...  do it hard!"

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   KATZMAREK(C)

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