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   Copyright 2007

   From The London Daily Telegraph 12/23/2003 on Lavrenty Beria, "Stalin's
depraved and blood-thirsty executioner"
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beria):
"...He was also deeply depraved and a notorious sexual predator.  At
night he would cruise the streets of Moscow seeking out teenage girls. 
When he saw one who took his fancy he would have his guards deliver her to

his house.

   Sometimes he would have his henchmen bring five, six or seven girls to
him.  He would make them strip, except for their shoes, and then force them
into a circle on their hands and knees with their heads together.  He would
walk around in his dressing gown inspecting them.  Then he would pull one
out by her leg and haul her off to rape her.  He called it The Flower Game.

   The ...  house where Beria lived - home to the Tunisian embassy since
1958 - is much as he left it.  The sofa ....is where he used to come and
drink a glass of cognac after he had finished with a girl.  In the room
where he raped countless young women, the huge bed ...  other furniture
remains.  An iron door with two huge flat metal bolts, marks the entrance
to one of Beria's torture chambers.  Down in the sprawling cellars, the
bones of his victims are still hidden behind false walls or cemented into
the masonry."

   From http://www.skygaze.com/content/mysteries/JosephStalin.shtml:

   "Beria...The Moscow grapevine soon hummed with the previously
unspeakable: tales of the dead henchman's rapes of children, orgies with
kidnapped young women, drunken debauches at his sylvan estate in the
country."
From the diaries of Lavrenty Beria, recently discovered and translated

by the author:

   Monday.  Stalin asked me to personally attend to the Ivanov matter
today. The daughter who helped him escape is in custody.  I'll question her
tomorrow at headquarters.  I wonder why the traitor left her behind?

   Tuesday.  What a nice surprise.  Tanya Ivanov turned out to be a 13 year
old and quite attractive.  Of course she had denied any knowledge of her
father's whereabouts.  Georgi had tethered her to a pole in the chamber. 
Her hands were tied behind her and a short rope ran from her hands to a
ring above her head on the pole.  She was hobbled and could walk by inches
in a space around the pole, but not sit nor reach her bindings.  I
complimented Georgi and prepared to begin my interrogation.  He sat at the
desk to take notes.

   I got hard as I inspected her from where I stood.  Straight black hair,
about only a hundred pounds and pretty, with a small fresh bruise on her
cheek.  Georgi had obviously frisked her for weapons.  Her panties were at
her knees and her blouse was torn.  "I only inspected her for contraband"
he replied when I asked if she'd been used.

   I approached her as a spider with a new morsel in its web.  She backed
away wide eyed.  I kept approaching as she backed up twisting the rope
around and around the pole until she was pinned to it.  I pulled up on the
rope lifting her hands away from her back.  When she shrieked I held her
there, bent over.  I pulled her school uniform skirt hem up and tucked it
at her waist.  I admired her bottom hole and crevice as I asked questions.
She flinched as my hand touched her there, and then screamed as the flinch
tore at her distended arms.

   Name?  Age?  Residence?  Father's name?  She answered freely until I
asked his whereabouts.  I gave the rope a tug again to get her attention.
She screamed again in her awkward position.  There was a puddle of tears on
the cement below her face.  She didn't answer.  I noticed Georgi pleasuring
himself watching her distress.  He has assisted me during many
interrogations.  Sometimes I watch as he does the work.  His predilection
is more for the young men.  I interrogate most of the women and girls
personally.

   I remembered that I too was hard and reflected on the fact.  Why was
this so pleasurable?  Rape made perfect sense.  Natural instinct forced
males to dominate and impregnate women to continue the species.  And I
would rape her, enjoying her every wiggle and scream.  But right then it
was very arousing just to hurt the slut.  It is arousing now and I stroke
myself as I recall the ecstasy for this diary.  Regardless of the reason
for the pleasure I fortunately have the power to have all the women and
girls I want as a benefit of my position.  I can use them, hurt them and
kill them while helping the state as Deputy for Security.

   I held on to the rope near her hands, holding her in the awkward
position as I freed the tether from the pole.  I pulled her up straight by
the hair and pushed her back to the pole, with her arms still tied behind.
I ran the rope from her hands around her and the pole at her waist.  Once
it was fixed she was helpless there, but could struggle nicely when I hurt
her.  I stepped back to enjoy the sight, rubbing myself.

   Getting her to betray her father was fun.  I eyed her nubby little teen
tits.  They were inch-high bumps two inches wide on her chest sticking out
from the torn blouse.  There was almost as much nipple as tittie.  I asked
Georgi for some thumbtacks from the desk as I began enjoying the feel of
the nubile little thing.  She squirmed as I pinched and sucked her titties
and fingered her virgin little cunt.  I warned her that she would regret a
bite and began to kiss her.  I held her head still, looking in her eyes as
I violated her mouth with my tongue.  I ground my hips to hers.  I licked
her tears.

   Georgi came over and I took two thumbtacks from him.  I asked her again
about her father and pushed a tack into her right nipple, mashing the tit
flat with the force of my thumb before she could answer.  Her scream hurt
my ears and I slapped her hard.  When her sobs subsided she answered my
question.  I ordered Georgi to have guards locate Ivanov and then pressed a
second tack into her left nipple.  She screamed, writhed and pissed the
floor as she absorbed the pain in her tits.  I watched and released my cock
to stroke it.

   When Georgi left I stripped, placing my uniform on the desk.  I knelt in
front of the sobbing thing and began licking her little slit, tasting her
girl juice, fear and pee.  Standing, I tore off the remains of her skirt
and blouse.  I left the panties, now down near her ankles.  I reached
around her and the pole, hugging her to me, enjoying the feel of her young
flesh against mine from head to toe.  I pressed my chest hard against her
thumbtack pasties and ground a little, increasing her pain.  My rod was
instinctively trying to find her slit.

   I squatted a little to match her height and pulled her elastic band
tight labia apart with thumbs and forefingers.  She screeched and wriggled
as I stretched her lips and placed my rod in the slot.  She was slippery
enough from my licking that it started in all right and I just pushed
steadily.  I relished her squirming like a stuck pig as I impaled her.  Her
hymen broke and I kept pushing, enjoying her scream.  She was panting like
an overheated puppy and I could feel her heart racing.

   Now that I was in her I stood fully up and my rod lifted the little
thing to her toes.  I held her head and looking into her eyes, again ground
my chest against her little tack headed tits.  I put my mouth over hers to
eat her screams as I thrust a couple of times.  She fainted as I filled her
with cum.  What a pleasure.

   Wednesday.  Stalin has asked me to his dacha this Sunday.  He wants to
discuss the Ivanov affair and plans for some other disloyal Party members.
I wonder if Svetlana will be there?  I crave her.

   I met Svetlana at a picnic when she was three.  Her mother was showing
her off to the guests on the lawn.  They soon lost interest and Stalin had
shown none.  I was interested.  Something drew me to her.  When she came
near me I enticed her with attention and she finally sat in my lap.  Stalin
observed this, apparently uncaring.  I tickled her and asked about her
dolls.  When the guests moved toward the house for lunch I lingered until
they were out of sight.  I couldn's control my actions.  I moved my hand
under her sundress and fingered her to her hymen.  I quickly taught her how
to kiss and tongued her.  She was surprised but enjoyed my attentions.  My
first little girl had spent all her time with nannies and she liked the
attention I gave her.

   Each time I visited the dacha she would find me to sit in my lap and
patter.  She called me Uncle Lev.  When she was six an interesting event
occurred.  I stayed overnight at the dacha after some afternoon meetings on
the lawn.  I was cultivating Stalin and he really liked my plans for an
upcoming purge.  As usual Svetlana discovered my presence and got in my
lap.

   That night wearing only a robe, I sat in a stuffed chair in my guest
room.  I was sipping cognac, reading some papers, when there was a soft
knock at the door.  Svetlana entered wearing a pale yellow silken nightie,
buttoned down the front.

   I asked the little one why she wasn't in bed.  She said her Papa sent
her and that I could do what I wanted with her, that I could play with her!
She could tell that I was surprised and volunteered, "Papa said he likes
your work." He must have been really happy with my work, and also noticed
more about Uncle Lev and Svetlana than I realized.  He sent her as the only
reward that would really please me.  He couldn't promote me further and I
already had power and money.  Joseph really knew how to use people, even
his daughter, to get what he wanted and promote loyalty.  I was leery of a
trap but she was now in my room.  If it was a trap I was already dead.

   Then "do what I wanted" sank in.

   Excited, I sat her on my lap facing me, astraddle of my legs.  Her gown
slid up and I could see her tiny cooze as I talked with her.  I was already
hard under the robe and if it slid open I would pop up right there at her
crevice.  I began unbuttoning her gown and asked if she liked it when I
kissed her.  Oh yes.  Did she like it when I tickled her down here
(fingering her slit)?  Oh yes.  I told her that I was going to kiss and
tickle all of her.  Would she kiss and tickle me?  Oh yes.

   I started with a long leisurely tongue kiss, not like the furtive ones
at picnics.  She said the cognac tasted funny.  I let her taste a sip.  She
wrinkled her nose and I tongued her again.  Sliding her gown open I kissed
and sucked her little nipples.  Opening my robe I had her kiss mine.  Her
kitty tongue lapped and sucked a little.  I was breathless.

   I kissed her neck and pushed my tongue in her ear.  She flinched and
giggled.  I held her by the cheeks and stuck the tip of my tongue in her
nostril.  She giggled again and itched at her nose with a knuckle.

   I told her I wanted to show her something and slid my robe open at the
lap.  Her eyes widened at the first sight of a cock but she was curious.  I
began to tell her about sex and that girls had to submit to whatever men
wanted so they could have babies.  Putting her hands on my rod I showed her
how to stroke it as I played with her little nipples and slit.

   I carried her to the bed.  She had her arms around my neck and legs
around my waist, sitting with her spread pussy on my stiff cock.  I put her
down, laying her back with her legs open.  The silk gown spread wide.  She
was a vision.  I wanted to rape her, but wasn't sure how far "do what I
wanted" extended.  I licked her little slit pushing my tongue as far in as
possible.  Ambrosia.  I pushed her legs up and probed her acrid little shit
hole.  My cock was jumping with each throb, ready to burst.  Each forbidden
act increased my desire.  She looked a little frightened as I grew more
agitated and that incited me too.  I kneeled over her and made her suck me.
I warned her that I would squirt something and she must try to swallow it.
She flinched as I shot my first spasm in her mouth.  I pulled out and
covered her face and chest with the rest as she choked and swallowed with a
surprised look.

   I sat back with my haunches pinning her hips, breathing hard.  I held
her arms so that she couldn't wipe her face and admired the mess in her
hair, on her nose and over her nipples.  Her tongue flicked at a small drip
by the corner of her lips.  I wiped only her eyes with the edge of her
gown. I cuddled her to me admiring the cum in her hair, until she fell
asleep.  I jerked off and came a second time on her little cunt while she
slept.  I left the scum there and curled up around her to sleep.  She was
gone when I woke in the morning.

   Stalin never mentioned the event nor did I, but a photograph the next
day in the garden shows me as I was feeling her little titties right in
front of Stalin.  My left hand was on her cunt.  Her hair still smelled
like cum!  (Author's Note: This remarkable photograph appears in many
biographies of Beria and Stalin!  e.g.  http://en.wikipedia. 
org/wiki/Beria)

   I did finally rape her at age seven.  She cried then but still came back
to my room, and calls me Uncle Lev to this day.

   She's a teenager now and always wants the sex.  She submits to the most
degrading acts and has orgasms as her Uncle Lev abuses her painfully.  I
hope she's there this weekend.  She will be used hard this time as I tell
her about Miss Ivanov's interrogation.

   Thursday.  Four Cabinet Deputies are meeting for dinner at my Moscow
home tomorrow night.  The purpose is to deal with a coup attempt.  The
deputies always like to meet at my place.  My staff has made the place
quite comfortable and I always provide unique entertainment.  One deputy is
an object of our current purge.  He has been working on a coup.  The others
know and we have plans for him per Stalin's instructions.  It should be an
interesting evening.  Georgi has detailed orders for preparation.

   Saturday.  I have a hangover and my balls ache from overuse but I have
to describe last night's dinner.  State cars dropped off Mikhail, Vasily,
Dimitry and Ivan at seven.  Each has a powerful directorate (Propaganda,
Military, Agriculture, etc) but Stalin owns these men and I (Security)
control them for him.  They fear me.

   As soon as we sat down and wine was served, Georgi walked in from the
service door behind Vasily and put a pistol to his head.  Vasily froze and
said nothing as Georgi handcuffed him to the heavy chair arms and legs.  I
then explained to him and the others the evidence I had.  He began to
protest and I had Georgi gag him.  I told him that Georgi would be glad to
listen later as he betrayed the others in his cabal.

   Vasily was making pathetic noises under the gag and I told Georgi to
quiet him for dinner.  While dinner was served we watched as Georgi teased
our Vasily.  Leaning over from behind the chair he kissed Vasily on the
neck and fondled his nipples through his silk shirt.  Then reaching to the
crotch he handled the more private parts.  He grabbed the balls and
squeezed.  Georgi is very strong...  and he's a sadist.  An extended shriek
came from under the gag and Vasily passed out.  As Georgi stepped back from
the table I could see a bulge in his pants.

   After dessert Vasily had awakened, groaning.  I asked Georgi to continue
the entertainment as cognac was served.  Two guards entered pushing a
lovely young woman and a seven-year old girl into the room.  The woman was
carrying a four or five year old girl.  Georgi had arranged to have the
guards pick up Vasily's wife and daughters while we ate dinner.  Vasily's
eyes widened.  The wife was restrained by the guard as she tried to rush to
her husband.  This would be fun.

   I questioned her.  Her name was Maria.  The seven year old was Sonya. 
The toddler was Irina.  The three were blond and Maria had a German accent.
She cried as I took the toddler in my arms.  Maria's eyes widened as I took
the child.  I told her what a cute thing she was and kissed her on the
lips. Maria screamed as the guards held her to watch.I stood Irina on the
table.  I talked softly to her as made her raise her arms and lifted her
dress over her head.  She looked confused in her sandals and panties.  As
Vasily and Maria watched I began to play.  Vasily struggled at his bonds as
I began to suck her little nipples.  I ordered Georgi to show the others to
the cellar rooms.  Georgi and the guards escorted my guests carrying their
drinks downstairs, along with Maria and Sonya.

   I cupped Irina's bottom and cuntlet with my hands and tongued her mouth.
She began to whimper but did not resist.  In his agitation Vasily knocked
the chair over backward and went unconscious again as his head hit the
floor.  He was having a bad night.

   Irina was crying now and started to wet herself.  I left her standing
there peeing on the table as I adjusted a chair so the front legs were even
with Vasily's ears on the floor.  I doused him with a glass of water from
the table.  When he woke he watched as I pulled Irina's panties down and
began to lick between her legs.

   The debauchery of abusing the child and tasting her piss had made my
cock hard as my guard's nightstick.  I let it loose through my fly, sat
down on the edge of the chair and put my feet by Vasily's ears.  I lifted
the child over from the table to straddle me.  I pulled her mouth to mine
and covered her cries.  I reached to the table and stuck my finger in a
cruet of oil.  Irina screamed into my mouth as I jammed the finger in her
slit right through her virginity.  Vasily had no choice but to look up at
his daughter's violation as some blood dripped on his face.  I controlled
her struggles holding her tightly to me with one arm as I wiggled my finger
around in her cuntlet to loosen her up.  She was bawling.  When I thought
the blood, oil and my finger wiggling had made a slick opening I jammed her
down on my cock.  The progress stopped about two inches in.  I reached up
behind her, put my hands up on her shoulders and pulled her steadily down
onto my shaft.  She started a series of screams and gasps as I damaged her
insides with each pull on her shoulders.  I felt something tear.

   I stood up straddling Vasily's head, holding the impaled toddler over
his face.  He was looking up at the his daughter's stuffed cunt.  I
masturbated her up and down and came excitedly in her bloody hole as she
fell limp.  I lifted her off of my softening cock and bloody cum gushed out
falling onto his face.  I lifted her overhead with both hands and slammed
her down on him.  Her head thwacked wickedly off the wooden chair arm as
she crashed.  He grunted as thirty pounds of dead child hit him.  She
didn't move,lying in a limp pile over his chest and head.I sat again
panting and sipped some cognac to settle down.  The dead girl was splayed
wide and I admired her ruined cunt as I sipped.  I couldn't tell if Vasily
was groaning or crying under her.

   After a few minutes, I went to my rooms to remove my soiled evening
clothes.  I put on a dressing robe and went to join my guests for some
entertainment in the cellar.  I have arranged the cellars so that there is
one "entertainment" room and two chambers for interrogation or confinement.
The entertainment room has various lounges, beds and shackle points to
enjoy the violation of visiting victims.

   Arriving in the cellar I found that Georgi was amusing the guests in the
entertainment area.  The guests were in lounge chairs around in a circle.
Maria was standing in the center with her hands posed behind her head. 
Seven-year old Sonya was handcuffed, hands overhead, hooked to a ring on
the wall.  I presumed the guards were waiting in the interrogation rooms
with the additional girls I had asked for.

   Georgi was in the process of making Maria strip.  He'd make her take off
a garment and then go through some poses.  She was down to some rather
lovely silk panties, showing off her admirable tits, tears running down her
face.  Blood trickled from a cut on the underside of one tit and the center
of one buttock.  A few drops had landed on one of her expensive patent
leather shoes.  Georgi must have had to persuade her to perform using his
pig sticker knife.  The guests pleasured themselves as they watched,
commented rudely about Maria and sipped cognac.  My cock started to stiffen
at the sight despite my recent violation of the toddler.

   I told Georgi to have the mess cleaned up in the dining room and to move
Vasily to an interrogation room.  His eyes lit up at the thought of
torturing and buggering Vasily and he went upstairs.

   I went over to Maria and cupped her vee, pressing the silk panties into
her slit.  I will interrogate her this week as she probably knows something
of Vasily's contacts.  She was shaking.  A few blond hairs from her bush
were hanging out the side of the panties.  I pinched them and yanked.  She
yelped but held her pose.  The other guests laughed.  I ran the back of my
hand over her very fine tits and then down the fine hair under her left
arm. I pulled a few of those for amusement too.  I made her take off the
panties and inspected her bush.  I made her kneel and warning her that her
daughters would perish if she bit me, I opened my robe for her to suck.  I
didn't want to come yet, just humiliate her.  I grabbed her head and
masturbated with her a bit.  Then I then put her on all fours like a dog
and fingered her cunt and ass from behind.  Inviting the guests to inspect
her, I told them we were about to play The Flower Game.

   Georgi came back in smiling and I asked him to get the rest of the
entertainment.  He returned with three guards each leading a girl by the
arm.

   The first was Tanya Ivanov, naked.  I guess she never had a chance to
dress after our lovemaking.  Her little titties looked swollen and sore
from my tack attack.  Her cunt looked sore too.  Probably the guards had
been inspecting it.

   The second was a brown haired eighteen-year old.  She had a large chest
and was wearing a sweater and skirt.  She looked scared and apprehensive.
They probably had just picked her up on the street.

   The third was a fifteen-year old with black hair, a heavy shirt and work
pants.  She was a little homely but her innocence inspired violation.  She
had a voluptuous ass that showed right through her loose pants.

   I had the guards strip the two older girls.  There was some struggling
but a view of Georgi's knife put a stop to that.  They were made to
understand that their participation in the game would be entirely passive.
The three were placed on all fours with their heads touching Maria's.  The
guards stood back against the walls watching interestedly and rubbing
themselves.  My guests were literally drooling.  Each sat forward in his
chair to feel and probe the posterior facing him.  Each had one hand on a
captive and helpless victim, while the other worked his cock.  I was
stroking too through my robe opening.

   Then I brought seven-year old Sonya over from her shackle on the wall.
The mother started to protest but a slap from Georgi shut her up.  Sonya
stood handcuffed in front of me as I started to undo the buttons down her
dress.  I opened the front and slid the shoulders down to reveal her tiny
tits.  I pinched them a little to make some nipple appear.  She squirmed
but stood there shaking.  I had Georgi cut the dress from her as she was
still handcuffed.  Now in her panties and sandals I made her go on all
fours in the circle.  The cuffs made it a little awkward, but I liked that.

   I told my guests that we would inspect our now assembled flower and I
would pick the first petal.  They could agree to their choices or draw
lots. The guards would assist in subduing or binding their picks.  I
already planned to pick Sonya but wanted to play with the others a little.
First I walked behind Sonya and slid her panties down to her knees. 
Admiring the view I fingered her smooth virgin slit.  I smelled her
flower's scent on my finger.  I reached around under Tanya and squeezed one
of her sore tits while she screamed.  The others laughed as I described her
tacky tit episode.  I handled the jugs of the eighteen-year old and
fingered Maria's pussy.  I poked the homely one in her attractive bottom
and made Maria lick my finger clean.

   Having finished my inspection I sat in one of the lounge chairs sipping
cognac and stroking myself, as the others enjoyed my flower.  They poked
and groped, fingered and spanked.  Tanya screeched a couple more times.  I
noticed that Ivan was especially hard on Maria's tits.  She groaned as he
squeezed them.

   Finally I reached out and grabbed Sonia's ankle.  I yanked and she fell
prone off her cuffed hands, her face hitting the rug.  As I pulled her in
like a fish she began to struggle.  I called Georgi over.  I had him grab
her and stand her in front of me.  He handled her like a rag doll and she
stopped struggling.  I cupped her little cunt and told her that she would
stop struggling or Georgi would kill her mother with his knife.

   I invited her to sit in my lap, which she did very slowly.  I pulled her
back to my chest and spread her legs to the sides of mine.  My loose robe
opened and my cock slid up between her legs right at her vee.  I placed her
still handcuffed hands around my rod and told her to keep them there.  As I
began to fondle her I told the others to pick their petals from the flower.
The seven-year old smelled wonderful.  I turned her head to tongue her
deeply.  I fingered her little nips as I then watched the deflowering.

   It turned out that Ivan had propositioned Vasily's wife at some time and
had been nastily rebuffed.  He wanted her and made it clear to the others.
They turned out to want the younger ones anyway.  He grabbed Maria's foot
and dragged her toward the wall.  With Georgi's help he hitched her up
where Sonya had been.  Georgi cuffed her hands to the overhead ring and
tethered her feet wide to rings on the floor.  Ivan immediately punched her
in the stomach.  While she was gasping to breathe he started using her
breasts as punching bags.  He punched her face and kneed her cunt.  She was
half unconscious as he fucked her standing up.  After he finished he closed
his pants, thanked me for the wonderful dinner and excused himself with a
good night.

   Sonya was highly agitated by the treatment of her mother and I had to
bear hug her to keep her still.  I heard a rib crack and she stopped her
struggling.  I wrapped her hands back on my cock and made her slowly wank
me as I enjoyed Ivan's show.  She was gasping and crying.

   Mikhail chose Tanya.  She was the youngest left.  He had the guards take
her to one of the beds at the far end of the chamber and cuff her
spread-eagled to the posts.  He kissed her sore nipples, tongued her and
jammed his cock into her.  He took his time.  After about ten minutes he
unloaded into her.  He too took his leave.

   Dimitry chose the homely fifteen-year old.  He played with her a bit. 
She was scared but let him have his way.  He put her on one of the beds
face down.  Like me he had noticed her ass.  He spread her cheeks, spit on
her puckered hole for a lube and jammed in.  She screamed but didn't fight.
After a while he turned her over and put his filthy dick into her cunt. 
She screamed again as he took her cherry.  When he left I told the guards
to enjoy themselves and lock up our guests when they were done.  The
guards' eyes all turned to the unused eighteen-year old.  She was still in
the flower position with her big tits hanging down.

   I grabbed Sonya by the handcuffs and started leading her to the stairs
up to my rooms.  As we passed Maria I grabbed her bruised left breast and
yanked.  This caused a scream.  I punched her in the stomach which stopped
the scream with a gasp.  My cock was hard as a rock sticking out of my
robe. I made Sonya kneel and suck me for Maria's viewing pleasure.  I
violated the little one slowly and told Maria that Vasily had done this to
her.  I stood the girl up inviting her to my bed.  When I reached the
stairs two of the guards already had the big-titted girl over by the beds,
mauling her.  One guard was already on top of Tanya on the bed.  The
fifteen year old was sitting in adaze on the floor.  She knew her night was
not over.

   As I ascended the stairs dragging Sonya by the cuffs,I heard Vasily
scream as Georgi began his interrogation.

   In my room I hooked Sonya's cuffed hands to the head rail of the brass
bed.  I spread her feet to the foot posts.  I wanked, sipped some cognac
and began to play with my toy.  I forced her mouth open and tongued her. 
Then I spit on her face and in her mouth.  I rubbed my cock around on her
face and pinched her little nips.  She was sort of traumatized and didn't
react much.  I straddled her backward and lowered my asshole to her face. I
made her probe me with her cute little tongue.  Aaahh.  Leaning down I
tasted, smelled, probed and lubed her vee with my tongue.  I was very
agitated, getting more excited with each perverse violation.

   I moved around to kneel between her spread legs.  My knee hit her ribs
as I changed position.  She yelped, and then gasped.  There was a bruise
where I had squeezed her previously and I could tell her rib was broken as
she was slightly misshapen there.  It was funny that she couldn't breathe
to scream.  I poked her again and got the same yelp and gasp result.

   I jammed my finger in her cooze to break her hymen.  She yelped and
gasped some more.  I was very excited at hurting her.  I stretched her and
spread the blood around with my finger to make her slick.  I jammed my cock
into her little hole.  Each time she tried to breathe and scream I pushed
further.  She squeezed my cock like a vise with each gasp.  Once inside I
poked her ribs a couple more times to enjoy the vise effect.  She gasped
and clamped me each time.  Then I rutted her like a mad man, breathing
hard. I came in her so powerfully that I passed out from hyperventilating.
I collapsed on top of her.

   I woke up a few minutes later, my soft cock still stuck in her little
cunt.  She was dead under me.  She couldn't breathe I guess.  I was
disappointed as I had planned to use her some more and had missed her death
struggle.  I unhooked her from the bed frame and shoved her with my foot.
She fell to the floor with a thump.  There was a warm piss puddle where she
had expired on the bed.  I pulled the covers over me, rolled into the
puddle and inhaled her sweet pee smell as I fell asleep.

   What a day!

   Monday.  Yesterday I attended meetings at Stalin's dacha all day.  All
the loyal deputies were there to discuss the recent purge and evaluate
replacement people.  I stayed overnight and as usual Svetlana came to my
room and stood by my lounge chair.  "I was naughty today Uncle Lev.  Are
you going to punish me."

   She told me a long story about fingering herself while spying on one of
the deputies who had been abusing her nanny.  I made her tell me all the
details.  She is only allowed to have pleasure when I say so.  "Yes, I'm
going to punish you, you little fuck pig.  Do you have the clothespins I
told you to bring?" She produced two clothespins from the pocket of her
silk robe.  I stood up, opened her robe and dropped it off her shoulders to
the floor.  I had her put her hands behind her head and admired her nicely
developing fifteen-year old tits.  I clamped her nipples with the
clothespins.  She flinched and groaned and tears began flowing down her
cheeks.  The pins hung downward obscenely from her nipples.  I told her to
bring mousetraps next time.

   I batted at the clothespins increasing her tears for sport and began
feeling between her legs.  She was soaked.  "You are a whore Svetlana.  My
whore.  Your Papa said I could do whatever I wanted to you, remember?" I
spit in her face and tongued her mouth.  She thanked me for punishing her.
I flicked the clothespins some more as she screeched.  I sat in the chair
again and told her to frig herself.  Her hands flew to her crotch and she
began moaning.  I told her not to cum yet.  I watched, stroking myself,
then made her kneel to suck me.  She kept one hand between her legs as she
pleasured me.  I leaned back lifting my knees and she moved her attentions
to my asshole.  I told her she was a filthy slut as she cleaned my ass with
her tongue.

   I made her kneel and bending her over the ottoman, I rutted her like a
dog, alternately in her ass and cunt.  She moaned as the clothespins rubbed
on the fabric.  She was still frigging herself.  I had her kneel again and
I stood, stuffing my slimy cock in her mouth.  I pumped slowly and she
still frigged herself.  I yanked the clothespin off her left nipple and she
screamed around my cock.  I exploded in her mouth and pulled out to shoot
ropes of cum on her face and hair.  She was looking up at me, begging me to
let her cum as she swallowed mine.  I told her to open her mouth.  I pissed
a little and she swallowed.  I did it again.  She was still fingering
herself, begging with her eyes.  Finally I said she could cum and yanked
the other clothespin off her right tit.  She screamed and fell into a ball
holding her tit with one hand and writhing in ecstasy on the floor as she
finished frigging with the other.  I completed my piss on her face as she
finished her final spasms of cum.  I told her to get her filthy self out of
my room, and poured myself another cognac.

   What a week!