Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: The Flower Game II
Author: RUListenen
Keywords: M/FF, MM/M, F/F, M/g, ped, rape, tort, v, incest, ws, hum,
snuff

   Copyright 2008

   PROLOGUE PART II

   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:

   PART II

   Tuesday.

   When I got to Security Headquarters today my secretary said the police
had dropped off a prisoner who was sitting in my office.  This was unusual.
I opened my door to find very well dressed woman of 34 sitting in the chair
in front of my desk.  My sister Tasha.  She was beautiful.

   I hadn't seen her for years.  I could have rounded her up any time of
course but I knew she would show up on her own eventually.  I wanted it
this way.  Her needing me, begging for my help.  Not me needing to get
revenge on her, although I did.

   "Hello Tasha, so nice to see you.  What brings you here, Hmmm?"

   "Lev, you've got to help me.  They've arrested me for black marketing".
She was agitated, wringing her hands, tears forming.  "They brought me here
when they found out that you are my brother."

   "More like you demanded that they bring you or you would have me kill
them?  Not so?" Tasha was always a user, dominant, self serving.  I hated
her.  "It looks like you might be guilty; you didn't get those clothes at
the GUM.  Have you got French silk panties under that skirt?" She
squirmed."We executed three black marketeers last week, you know.  They are
a threat to the Communist system."

   "Lev, I'll do anything".  I had a flashback to one of the many times my
father beat me, with her watching.  I had said the same thing to her
numerous times before she told him of some minor, often made-up
transgression.  She would break a cup, and tell him I did it.  She would
spill flour, and tell him I did it.  He always believed her, and beat me
with a strap.  She would stand just out of his sight, but not mine.  She
would smile excitedly watching when she was younger.  When she got older
she would actually drool and would frig herself as she watched my agony.

   "Yes, you will do anything, just like you would do anything to see me
suffer as a child" Her jaw dropped and she looked quite frightened.  I've
waited a long time for this moment, Tasha."

   "Lev, I'm sorry.  I never meant...."

   "Yes you meant every moment of pain you caused me.  You meant to tease
me every time you let me glimpse your teenage titties.  And now you will do
anything for me, won't you?" Her head sank.  I was amazed at how fast this
hard, vicious self-serving woman was broken.  And I was enjoying it.  My
father died in the war, so I couldn't get back at him directly.  But now I
could turn every bitter painful memory on her.  This was going to be very
satisfying.

   Tasha left home early as a teenager, but stayed nearby, living with a
chain of punk boyfriends, thugs and thieves.  I had kept track of her.  I
knew she was in the black market, but hadn't bothered to do anything about
it.  Finally some policemen who didn't know of her connection to me had
arrested her.  And here she was, for my enjoyment.

   "Stand up!" I said.  She did, shaking.  "Put your hands behind your
head."

   "Lev, don't..." I slapped her hard.  She let out a little scream.  My
cock was hardening as I began to think of how I would use her.  It wasn't a
sexual lust for my sister, although she was quite attractive.  It was the
lust of hurting her, humiliating her.  The lust of rape.

   She slowly put her hands behind her head, watching to see if I was going
to hit her again.  She cringed like a puppy about to be hit with a
newspaper.  I was practically panting with desire.

   There was a knock on the door.  "Come in, Olga." My secretary hearing
the noise, was checking to see if I needed guards' help.  Olga came in and
stopped by the door.  "Meet my sister Tasha.  Would you like to play with
her sometime?" Olga was a dyke lesbian.  Tasha was very sexy and definitely
not lesbian.  Olga sometimes came to the interrogations to pleasure herself
with my captives.  I liked watching that.  She eyed Tasha greedily.  "Tasha
has been a bad girl, playing in the black market."

   I decided to play with my cock, as Tasha had frigged herself while
enjoying my pain years before.  I wanted to watch as she got her first
repayment on my suffering.  I sat in the chair with my cock out.  "Tasha,
put your elbows back so your tits push out.  Good.  Olga, unbutton her
blouse.  Let's see if you find the contents amusing." Tasha looked at Olga
wide eyed.  She was used to dominating men.  She despised women and would
not like to be used by one.  I wanted her to learn.

   Olga unbuttoned the blouse a button at a time, leaning forward to kiss
Tasha on the mouth.  Tasha drew back and I advised her to be cooperative.
She let Olga tongue her, tears falling on her cheeks.  Olga licked them as
she drew the blouse open.  No brassier.

   My sister's tits were lovely.  I'd had glimpses of them when she was a
teen.  I'd been waiting for this.  From the time I reached puberty I had
visions of brutally raping her.  Now I would.

   "Step back Olga" I walked over to Tasha, holding my cock.  I groped her
tits, looking her in the eye.  She was shaking, tired of holding her arms
up and frightened of both Olga and I.  "Open your mouth, Tasha." She let
her mouth go slack with a questioning look.  I spit in her mouth.  She
flinched and began choking.  I ordered her to swallow.  She did so, gagging
and bringing her hands to her face.  Pushing her arms down, I slid her
blouse down them and let it drop to the floor.

   "Put your arms back up Tasha.  Drop her skirt, Olga" Olga worked on
buttons at Tasha's waist.  Her skirt fell.  She was wearing black silk
panties as I suspected.  "Spread your legs" I kicked her ankles aside til
she spread about 3/4 of a meter.  I groped her vee, again looking in her
eyes.  "Keep your mouth open." I spit in her mouth again.  More shaking and
tears.  I slid the panties aside and slipped my finger in the slit.  Olga
watched excitedly as I fingered my sister.

   I sat back down jerking and admiring my posed prize.  "You can play with
her now, Olga." Olga faced Tasha.

   Without warning Olga slapped Tasha's breasts, left then right, forehand
and back, before Tasha could get her hands down to protect herself.  I
jerked myself enjoying the show.  Tasha had screamed and was now bent over
holding her tits protectively.  Olga had her hand up her own skirt,
exciting herself.

   "Lie on the floor Tasha, on your back, with your legs apart.  Arms out
so you make an X.  Keep your mouth open.  Good." She got down on her back
on the carpet.  I was excited to have her and watched as she performed for
me.  She looked great.  Her tits were red from Olga's attack.  Her nipples
stood taut.  Her black pantied crotch looked wet.  I assumed she pissed a
bit when Olga hit her.  I hoped she wasn't enjoying this any.

   "Olga, take your clothes off and see if Tasha can pleasure you." As Olga
started to strip I walked over and bent down to feel the black panties. 
She watched me.  "Lev...?" She begged.

   I sniffed, then licked my finger.  Piss, and a little woman scent.  Not
rut.  "Shut up.  I don't think you like this Tasha.  But just as you
enjoyed my pain, slut, I am enjoying yours." I wanted to kick her cunt and
then stomp her to death right there, getting her blood all over my office,
but I controlled myself.  It would be more enjoyable to stretch out her
suffering, maybe for years.  I would just play with her for now.

   I sat down in the chair again.  "Tasha?  You ever eat pussy, Hmmm?"

   Olga, now naked, knealt over Tasha's face and lowered her cunt to get
Tasha's attentions.  "Start licking, Tasha, and you better make Olga enjoy
it.  She would rather get her pleasure hurting you, you see." Tasha
tentatively put her tongue in the offered slit, and Olga began a grind on
it.  She was drooling, her face in a lust crazed grimace.  I'd seen that
before when she visited the interrogations.

   "Lick her ass too, Tasha." Olga slid forward mashing her anus down on
Tash's mouth.  Tasha gagged.

   I got up and knealt between Tasha's still spread legs.  I pushed her
knees out.  Then I pulled the panties aside and licked a little pussy,
savoring the taste and the abuse of my sister.  She was beginning to smell
like she was enjoying this, if a bit involuntarily.  I didn't want that.  I
bit her clitoris sharply.  She screamed into Olga's ass.  I lifted her
knees and jammed my cock into her brutally.  She was no virgin, but she
wasn't ready, and it hurt her.  She screamed, now into Olgas twat.  This
caused Olga to go off with a moan, grinding into Tasha'face as she came.  I
pumped into Tasha's cunt and collapsed on her as I unloaded my sperm into
my sister.

   Tasha was crying uncontrollably as I rolled off of her.  Olga started to
get dressed mater-of-factly.  "Olga, when you get to your desk, set up
security contacts for Tasha.  She has work to do for us."

   "Yes, Comrade Beria", she said, and left.

   I stood up, buttoning my trousers.  "Tasha,bring your knees back up to
your tits.  Now use both hands to spread your pussy, Slut." I watched as
she did this, admiring her gaping slit.  "Scoop up the scum dripping out
and eat it.  Don't let it get on the carpet, Pig." She was still sobbing
and sniffling as she scooped up my goo and put it in her mouth.  She gagged
a little.  I was glad I hadn't killed her yet.  This was going to be fun.

   As Tasha got dressed I told her she was to stay in the black market. 
She was to report every person, location, goods, etc., to the contact that
Olga would give her.  Tasha was going to be very useful.  "Don't try to run
or hide.  My security staff will find you in hours.  And you will be very
sorry."

   "They'll kill me if they find out!" she said.

   "I know", I chuckled.  "Don't get caught." I told her she could go now.
She headed for the door.  "Oh, by the way, come down to my Dacha on
Saturday evening.  We're having a dinner party.  I'll introduce you to some
colleagues.  Wear the sexiest of those nice dresses you've acquired.  And
bring your daughter."

   She gave me a horrified look,turning pale at the last comment, and left
quietly.  Tasha probably hadn't realized that I knew of her child.  I had
my agents keep me up to date on her over the years.  Her daughter Bronya is
ten I think, raven haired and as beautiful as her mother.  I'll try to make
her last longer than my last one.

   Wednesday.

   When I got to the interrogation building, I found Georgi fucking a
prisoner in one room.  The man was tied to a wooden table.  His legs were
tied to two of the legs of the table.  He was bent over face down and his
hands were tied around the end of the table top to the other legs.  He may
have been dead, but Georgi was having quite a ride.

   "Is he dead?" I asked.  Georgi said he didn't know.  "He was screaming a
few minutes ago.You see?" He stepped back, pulling his huge dick out of the
prisoner's ass.  The mans balls and dick hung down in front of the edge of
the table.  Georgi's stilleto was stuck through one ball into the table. 
Georgi had been straddling it in his pleasure with the man's ass.

   "You might cut yourself, Georgi" I observed.

   I felt for a pulse at the man's neck.  He was alive.  It was Vasily, who
we had entertained last week at my apartments.  "He talked?"

   "Yes, Comrad Beria.  He sung like a choir boy!" He was laughing at his
own joke, pointing at the knifed ball.

   "Let's see if we can give you a reward." I hated Vasily.  He had been an
arrogant but mediocre deputy, and then turned out to be a traitor.  I got
hard as I remembered fucking his toddler to death for his entertainment.

   There was a garrote on the table.  The man's neck had many raw red lines
on it.  I pictured Georgi stangling his victim over and over.  "Fuck him
some more, Georgi." Georgi rammed the gaping ass again.  I twisted the
garotte around Vasily's neck and held it.  My dick was really hard now. 
Vasily flinched and gurgled, awaking from his feint.  He struggled, his
eyes popping.  Then he went into a very violent death struggle.  I had to
hold the garrote with both hands.  Georgi cried out aloud "Aaaaagh!" and
came violently into the shuddering victim.  I came in my pants, not even
touching myself.  Thank you, Vasily.

   Thursday.

   Stalin told me today that Party chiefs from three of the republics were
visiting for talks this week.  The Chief from Belaruss had heard about my
parties and asked Stalin if he could get an invite this weekend!  I wonder
what his tastes are?  How much does Stalin know about my parties?

   Friday.

   I told Georgi today to make special arrangements for the party on
Saturday at the dacha.  He said he still had the women from last week in
custody and that they had all recovered nicely.  He said Maria's tits were
still a little swollen and bruised, but he knew I found that attractive.  I
gather he had been inspecting them closely.  I asked him to have the women
cleaned up and dressed and bring them Saturday, and to get a couple 10 to
12 year-olds from the orphanage.  A boy and a girl.  His eyes lit up when I
mentioned the boy.  I didn't know what the visiting party chief might be
interested in, so I thought it would be good to have a boy available.  And
of course there would be Tasha, and Bronya for me.

   I told him to put Tanya Ivanov in my room at the dacha for tonight.

   Saturday.

   Tanya was handcuffed by one hand to the bedpost at the foot of my brass
bed when I went to my bedroom last night.  I had discussed plans for
tonight's dinner party with the staff when I got here, then went to my
rooms.  I got into my robe, poured a cognac, lit a cigar and and sat in a
large lounge chair near her to admire my entertainment.

   I was going to have to give Georgi another reward.  Her hair was clean
and shiny.  I could smell her fresh early teen body when I walked in.  She
was wearing a little black brassier that showed her teeny nipples obscenely
through holes in the center of each cup.  Her black panties matched with a
slit sewn to show her smooth little pussy lips.  The nipples looked
untouched, showing no sign of the thumbtack incident.  Where'd Georgi get
the langerie, I wondered.

   She was curled up in a ball by the bedpost on the floor trying to hide
her shame from me, her eyes closed.  I was hard instantly.  I let my robe
fall open to handle my cock while I was planning my pleasure.  I wouldn't
do too much damage to her, as she was to be part of the Saturday evening
party.

   "Stand up, Tanya." She didn't move from her position.  Balled up as she
was on her side, I could see her little cunt lips between her ass cheeks. I
leaned over and touched them lightly with the tip of my cigar.  What a
reaction!  She screamed, straightened out her legs and writhed holding her
cunt with her free hand.  She started crying uncontrollably and frantically
struggled to get free of the handcuff on the bed post.  I sat and watched
the hysterics, playing with my cock.

   I told her I enjoyed the show when she settled down.  I advised her that
she should do whatever I asked.  "Don't you agree?" I said.  Sniffling, she
agreed and slowly stood up, her loose hand holding her cunt.  The handcuff
slid up the bed post.  Another nice touch from Georgi.  He knew I liked to
see girls struggle and move when I played with them.  I told her she would
not bite kick or scratch me as I played with her.  "See the letter opener
on the desk?  I will gouge your eye out with it if you make a mistake." I
didn't tell her I might do that anyway.

   "Face me.  Put your hands behind your back" She stepped sideways in
front of the bed post so the cuffed hand was behind her.  She slowly took
her other hand off her crotch and put it behind also.  She was shaking. 
"Spread your legs, about half meter".  There was a bright red spot on her
pussy lips where they were sticking out of the panty slit.  Not a real
burn, but it would probably hurt as I used her there.  I thought I'd lick
it to ease her pain.

   "You can call me Uncle Lev.  Say "Fuck me Uncle Lev"."

   "F...F...Fuck me Uncle Lev." I told her I was going to.  She was
watching as I played with my cock.  I moved the ottoman in front of her and
sat close to admire her nipples.  I fingered them and they stood up.  I
grabbed the brassier betwen the titties and yanked.  It tore off easily. 
She screamed at the sudden assault.  Her hand came up to protect her tits.

   "Put your hand behind you.  Say "Look at my little titties,Uncle Lev""
She did.  I leaned forward and sucked ler left bump.  I licked the right
one.  I made her open her mouth and assaulted her with my tongue.  I
insisted she return the kiss and she learned the technique slowly.  She
didn't like it.  I did.

   Kneeling down I licked the sore lips at her crotch.  She flinched, but
kept her hand behind her.  Smart girl.  The panties were lightly perfumed.
Nice, but her little girl scent was ambrosia.  I held her smooth ass cheeks
and tongued deeply where I had taken her virgin prize last week.  The
combination little girl and piss flavor was breathtaking.  Sliding the
panties aside in the rear, I began to finger her virgin ass as I licked her
tiny pussy lips.  She squirmed as I invaded her both ways.

   I pulled my tongue out of her cunny.  "Say "Fuck my ass Uncle Lev"". 
She did.  I assured her I would and shoved my finger hard into her.  She
screeched, but had nowhere to go as I held her.  Her loose hand tried to
push my invasion away from her anus.  "Remember the letter opener" I said.
She froze.  I probed her ass freely as she cried.

   I stood up pulling my finger out of her butt.  "Suck the shit off." I
put my finger in her mouth and she sucked, wrinkling up her face.  I
embraced her, pulling her warm young body against me, iside my open robe.
My bouncing cock was flattened up against her belly.  I tongued her mouth
again.  I tasted a little girl shit flavor there.

   Then I stepped back admiring her titties and her slit peeking out of the
open panties.  I slapped her right tit bump.  She cupped it with her loose
hand, yelping.  I punched her belly, knocking the wind out of her.  She
collapsed on the floor gasping as I wanked myself.  I lifted her up, laying
her back on the bed, with her legs over the edge.  She was still gasping
and struggling as I spread her legs apart and jammed my cock into her slit.
I was standing up by the bed.  She was just as tight a tunnel as she had
been the first time.  With my left hand on her little tittie chest, I held
her down.  I rutted her hard, slapping her face with my right hand as I
enjoyed my pleasure.  Her free hand was trying to block my blows.  I
squeezed her right tit bump fiercely as I came into her.

   I sat in the chair again, finishing my cognac and cigar.  I made her
stay there on the edge of the bed with her legs apart.  She was sobbing
with her loose hand over her face, as I watched cum drip out of her onto
the black panties and bed spread.

   I got up and pushed her off the bed.  She curled into a ball by the bed
post.  I used her again this morning.  I'm hard again as I write.  I'm
looking forward to the party tonight.

   Sunday.

   The guests who stayed overnight have left now.  The staff is cleaning
the rooms that were used.  Georgi has returned all the Flower Game
participants to Moscow, except my little Bronya.  The party last evening
was most enjoyable.  Who would ever have thought that all the greatness of
our USSR has been created so that I could have the most pleasure of anyone
who ever lived!  Comrade Beria!

   The guests started arriving at seven: a dozen deputies, a few diplomats
and party chiefs, and their wives or escorts.  The Comrade from Belaruss
was a loud boorish peasant, wearing his uniform.  I wondered how he'd enjoy
the Flower Game.  Tasha arrived with Bronya.  Both were elegantly dressed
and made up, better than all the women except one western diplomat's wife.
Her black market activities appeared to be quite successful.  Tasha looked
great.  She had on an elegant black dress and a simple string of pearls. 
She was eyed openly by many of the men.

   My first look at Bronya took my breath away.  She must have been almost
eleven, as she had the start of little tits bumping out of the green silk
dress she wore.  The dress had gold buttons down the front, from neck to
waist.  Frills on the dress made it clear that she was just a child.  Her
black hair in curls hung to her shoulders.  She was small, maybe only 1.5
meters, and less than 30 kilos.  And beautiful.  She had perfect features.
She interacted pleasantly with the guests as she was introduced.  But she
was apprehensive, probably picking up Tasha's well deserved fright.  And
she was the only child in the room.  Tasha caught me staring at Bronya all
evening.  I intended that.

   I had Bronya sit next to me at dinner, placing Tasha near the far end of
the table.  Next to Tasha was Olga, my secretary.  I thought They'd enjoy
that as they hit it off so well in my office!

   Tasha tried to talk to me more than once, when we were almost alone,
during cocktails.  She wispered "Lev...  I'm sorry.  I'll make it up to
you. Not Bronya." I always seemed to be greeting another guest.  I Just
couldn't get a word in with Tasha.  I teased her all night.  It would be a
treat to serve her to my special guests later.

   Speaking of serving, everyone complemented the veal roast at dinner.  My
seven-year-old Sonya hadn't lasted the night after the last Flower Game,
but her tender loins still provided enjoyment as this night's prime
ingredient.  I didn't tell the guests of course.  Only Georgi knew how the
kitchen was provisioned for the meal.  Both of us were hard as we butchered
her the next morning.

   I pattered with Bronya during the meal, turning on the charm.  She
talked about her schoolmates.  Several of the diplomats felt that they had
to make speeches during toasts.  I put Bronya's hand firmly in my lap on my
hard pole under the table.  She flinched, but kept her hand where I put it.
She understood instinctively that I was not to be denied.  I looked Tasha
in the eye, down the table.  She knew.  She started to get teary and got up
to go to the wash room.  She straightened her dress as she got up.  I
guessed that Olga' hands had been busy under the table too.

   I made Bronya's hand slide up and down my cock outside my trousers a
couple of times.  She got the idea.  I enjoyed a lovely massage during the
boring speeches.  I couldn't wait to have her.  I had teased myself by
having her here for the dinner, and tortured Tasha.

   As the dinner guests started to leave, Georgi, dressed as butler,
provided wraps.  Tasha moved fast with Bronya towards the door.  Georgi
politely told her that I wished to speak with her.  She wanted to go.  He
insisted.  She looked frantically around and I smiled at her when she
caught my eye.  She came over to me.  "I have to go, Lev."

   "Go in the Salon and wait for me there." I ordered quite firmly.

   The guests gradually left, except for a few who had been invited to
spend the night.  They would stay for the Flower Game.  We drifted into the
salon for cognac.  Georgi and two other of my guards were dressed as
servers, passing out drinks.  My three friends, Mikhail, Dimitry and Ivan
were chatting by the sidebar.  They had sent their wives home in the limos.
They liked my parties so much that I'm sure they would have provided wives
or children for them if I asked.  I heard a chuckle as from a dirty joke.
Tasha and Bronya were sitting opposite each other on the two sofas before
the fireplace, trying to look inconspicuous.  Tasha was drinking from a
large tumbler trying to get drunk now.  Olga, carrying a drink, was
wandering around looking at the objects on mantels and tables.

   I entered with the comrade from Belaruss, Sergei.  He was drunk, asking
about the parties and nightlife in Moscow.  He hinted broadly that he had
been advised that mine were the most interesting to him.  I assured him
that he would find the evening's entertainment interesting.  We liked to
reward the Party faithful.  He looked around and noticed Olga, Tasha and
Bronya disinterestedly.  I was sure I had guessed right about the boy.

   I signalled to Georgi and he left with two of the other "servants".  I
walked over to the fireplace and invited Bronya to join me.  She looked at
her mother and then stood up.  I put my arm around her.  "Good girl". 
Tasha must have warned her to obey me.  "Comrades, come meet my sister,
Tasha." The four men walked over, carrying their drinks.  Olga followed.

   I made formal introductions then said, "Tasha has been busy betraying
the Soviet with blackmarket activities.  She has volunteered to atone in
any way she can to repay the State for her sins.  She has agreed that
entertaining loyal Party members like yourselves would provide some of that
repayment."

   Dimitri asked "Does she fuck?" He had figured immediately where this was
going.

   "Oh, yes, and more." I replied.  Tasha was staring at the floor.  I
reached over and handled her left breast.  "Don't you, Tasha?" She shook
her head yes.

   Sergei, warming up to the sinful Moscow idea of entertainment, asked
"Can I have her ass?" again confirming that the orphanage boy would be an
asset so to speak.  I replied in the affirmative and he walked behind her,
lifting up her dress to inspect that item.  She was wearing black panties,
a garter belt and silk stockings.  Sergei started handling Tasha's ass.

   "This Party member needs a sucking" said Ivan rubbing his crotch. 
Everyone laughed.  I assured him that Tasha would comply.  She looked
revolted.  The men all were rubbing their crotches.  Mikhail inquired if
she drank piss.  I was sure she was thirsty.  Bronya was shaking as she
observed her mother take this humiliation.  I slid my hand down her back
and cupped her little butt.  She flinched with a little yelp.  The men
chuckled.  I noticed that Olga's attention was on Bronya.  I shook my head
no at Olga and moved Bronya's hand to my crotch.  She knew what to do from
dinner and started pleasuring me inexpertly through my pants.

   I might let Olga use the little girls, but they were mine first.  Georgi
came in with an entourage including his guards and more entertainment.  He
had Maria, Tanya Ivanov, the two other girls from last week, a young boy of
about eleven and a girl of maybe eight.  So many choices for four men, a
homo and a dyke.

   "Comrades let's play the Flower Game" I announced.  I was curious as to
how each of my guests would treat their party favors.  I hoped Ivan would
mistreat Maria again.  I was excited and very hard remembering her tit
punching.  I explained the rules to Sergei and Olga.

   The guards organized our new arrivals by a sideboard.  I invited my
guests to sit on the sofas.  Georgi removed the coffee table, and I invited
Tasha to stand in the center before the fire.  Georgi set a poker with its
tip in the flames.  I had a pleasant flashback of jabbing Tanya's pussy
with my cigar.

   "Tasha, let's get a look at that sexy langerie you have on." She
hesitated, looking at me pleadingly.  Georgi took the poker out of the
fire, smiling.  At that, Tasha started removing her dress very efficiently.
The poker went back to the fire.  She stood there shaking.  She had on a
lacy black brassier.  I went over to her, grabbed the center of the garment
and yanked.  It was flimsy and came free easily.  She put her hands up
covering her nudity.  I invited her to take the panties off herself.  As
she bent over Ivan reached out to finger her pussy.  He was practically
drooling.  Maybe he'd pick Tasha to beat this time.  I left her garter,
stockings and flat black shoes on her.  Her tits were magnificent.  When
she stood up I ran the back of my fingers over the nipples.  They responded
nicely.

   "Georgi, please place her as the first petal in our flower arrangement."
He led her by the hand to the center of the room.  The plush Afghan rug had
a 2 meter wide mandala woven in the center.  He placed her on her hands and
knees with her head at the center of the circle.  This would be beautiful.

   Sergei lost interest in Tasha's ass as soon as the young boy had
entered. He didn't understand the game or was just plain rude.  He had
wandered over to the sideboard and was cupping the boy's crotch with one
hand and rubbing his own with the other.

   "Patience Sergei" I said, "Bring him over here for all of us to enjoy."
Sergei led him to the sofas, kicking aside Tasha's clothes.  Ivan scooped
up the panties to sniff and lick the white droppings in the crotch.

   The eleven year old boy had bowl cut blond hair.  He looked a little
tough as might happen in an orphanage, but a pretty face.  Georgi had
picked him personally of course.  The little girl looked a bit hungry. 
This one did not.  I assumed that he stole food from the others.  "Let us
see him Sergei."

   I sat in a lounge chair pulling Bronya into my lap.  I slid the hem of
her silk dress back to reveal her legs and white cotton panties.  I spread
her legs for Ivan and Mikhail to view from the sofa opposite me.  There was
a little yellow stain over her slit.  I said in her ear that she was a
filthy girl.

   Sergei drunkenly started an exaggerated comic routine unbuttoning the
boy's blouse as a chef would prepare a meal.  He licked and tasted the
boy's nipples then licked his lips, savoring.  We were all laughing.  I was
starting to like the man.  The boy's face was a mix of fear and disgust. 
Faced with Sergei's uniform and a room full of adults, he just stood there.
Sergei unlaced the boy's peasant pants, dropped them to the floor and said
"Voila!" Everyone laughed.  There was a huge bulge in Sergei's trousers. 
The boy on the other hand had a little cigar stub penis and marble size
balls, shriveled up in fear.  He covered himself in shame.  Sergei,
drooling, moved the boy's hands to view the hairless boysex.

   "Sergei, I want to ask him a question.  Georgi, focus his attention for
me." Sergei turned the boy to me.  Bronya stared at the little dick. 
Georgi pulled the poker out of the fire.  The boys eyes widened.  I found
out that his name was Alik.

   "Alik, I want the truth now".  I nodded at the hot poker in Georgi's
hand.  "Do you steal food from your comrades at the orphanage?" Alex nodded
his head yes, looking down at the floor.  Georgi touched Alik's ass with
the poker!  Alik screamed, grabbed his butt and ran for one of the doors.
It was a sight.  Bronya screamed at the same time.  I was laughing so hard
I spilled my cognac on Bronya's bumpy little chest.

   The "servant" by the door punched the boy as he approached.  He went
down in a sprawl.  Georgi pulled the unconscious naked body to the mandala,
posing him next to Tasha with his knees under his belly.

   Everyone was pretty excited by this point and I invited the guests to
pick out and strip one petal each for the flower.  Olga picked out the cute
butt fifteen year old and glued their mouths together as she undid buttons.

   Mikhail picked the older girl, ripping her clothes off.  Dimitry chose
Tanya, inspecting her little titties and cunt as he made her undress
herself.  He tasted her cunny before placing her in the circle.

   I left Bronya posed on the lounge chair with her legs spread, her green
dress soaked with cognac,(It was a fire hazard actually and The
entertainment of lighting a match crossed my mind.  I had second thoughts
concerning catching the whole dacha on fire.  More on this later).  I went
to inspect the eight year old girl.  Her name was Alyona.  She was crying
as Ivan was groping her under her uniform skirt.  Cute, brown hair, skinny,
and no sexual development at all.  I eyed her smooth pubic area and tight
child slit as Ivan lifted her skirt for my view.  If I got her in my room
at that moment she wouldn't have lasted as long as my pot-roasted Sonya.  I
fingered her as Ivan held her arms.  She squealed as I punctured her virgin
credentials.  Ivan placed her in the circle.  The blood running down her
legs was commented on by all as we began to inspect our flower.  Olga
swiped up some blood with her finger and tasted it!

   I ripped Maria's blouse off.  She was wimpering as I inspected her
bruised breasts.  She clearly was expecting more violence.  When she was
naked I added her to the circle of goodies.

   This was my best arrangement ever.  The inclusion of a boy, the bloody
eight year old cunny and Tasha's langerie added something special.  My
guests and I began our inspection.  With his extra pounds and hairless
body, Alik looked like one of the girls until you looked under the bright
red welt on his butt to see his boyhood.  He was groaning, coming around as
Sergei played with his little balls and carressed the burned spot.  Ivan
started to maul Tasha beautiful tits.  He had his cock out knealt behind
her and jammed it into her right there.  Mikhail was doing the same to
young Tanya.  I licked the little eight-year old's asshole and cunny blood.
Olga was frigging herself as she alternately groped the two other teens.

   Finally I stood up grabbing the child's ankle and dragged her back over
to the lounge chair.  I threw her on top of Bronya.  The frightened pair
hugged each other.  The little one was sobbing.  I stood over them wanking.
Bronya eyed my cock warily.

   I called Georgi over and told him I was taking my prizes to my rooms.  I
instructed him to attend to the hidden cameras covering the guest rooms. 
Being security chief I had my people set the dacha up with all the newest
surveillance techniques.  From interior walkways I could watch bathrooms
and bedrooms through one-way mirrors.  The latest high speed cameras and
sound equipment recorded still and moving action.  I would enjoy reviewing
my guests proclivities many times.  I was pretty sure that Stalin had in
mind that I compromise Sergei, so as to ensure his loyalty.  In Belaruss I
expect there is little tolerance for homosexual pedophiles.

   Georgi was to have guards escort guests to their rooms with their chosen
bed toys, at their leisure.  The guards should stay on hand to help with
any difficulties during the night.  He was to advise the guests that Tasha
was to remain without serious injury, although any humiliation would be
delightful.  If Ivan felt like more serious entertainment he should choose
one of the teens, or Maria.

   I grabbed each of the little ones by the hand and pulled them up from
the chair.  They both started struggling.  I yanked on both, pulling them
together.  Their heads crashed together hard.  They screamed in unison and
started bawling.  They each held their forehead with both hands as they
cried.  I informed them that they would obey me.  The naked eight year old
Alyona and my 10 year old green-dressed niece Bronya followed meekly as we
went up to my rooms.

   I told the two sobbing things to lie on the bed with legs spread as I
changed to my robe, poured a cognac and lit a cigar.  I had the naked
Alyona pull her knees up and wide to view her bloody young cunt and pink
puckered ass.  I was rock hard and having a hard time deciding what to do
first with my toys.  I decided to tease myself and save Bronya to rape
another time, maybe in front of her mother.

   Bronya's dress was folded back and I eyed the yellow stained panties
during my preparations.  I hadn't seen her child slit yet or the inviting
titties bumping the front of the dress.  I would have that pleasure now.  I
pushed her legs together and slid the panties off her.  I sniffed them and
licked the stain while catching my breath at the sight of her vee.  A
treat. I spread her legs and licked all the little girl taste and smell out
of her pussy.  She squirmed as I enjoyed myself, but knew better than to
struggle.

   I knealt up between her spread legs, reached for her chest and ripped
the dress apart.  Buttons went flying.  She screamed in surprise and put
her hands over her bumps.  I moved her hands away insistently and viewed
the most precious little titties I had ever seen.  I leaned down to suck.
The soft lump smelled and tasted of cognac!  I pinched her other nipple as
I sucked on her.  She squirmed.

   I was more and more agitated and my throbbing cock needed relief.  I
switched over to between the eight year old's legs which she was still
obediently holding up in the air.  I licked her bloody cunny to lube it a
bit.  Before she even realized what I was up to, I jammed into the lips I
had spread.  All progress stopped about two inches in as she screamed.  She
tried to push me off.  I held her hands down on her shoulders, and got some
leverage to push on into her.

   I was surprised when Bronya got up and started pounding me with her
fists, screaming that I should stop.  I kicked her in the stomach.  She
went down on the floor gasping.  Georgi came in the door.  He was on guard
duty near the rooms in this wing.  He didn't say a word as he hand cuffed
the child to the radiator.  He left.

   Author's note: Excerpts from the Diaries of Lavrenty Beria will continue
to be published periodically as the translations are completed.





























































   I looked down at my skewered Alyona.  There was a lump visible in her
belly where my rod was lodged in her.  She was conscious, but had gone sort
of limp, maybe from shock.  I grabbed one of her hands, the left I think,
and broke her pinky.  She started fighting and screaming.  I put my mouth
over hers, eating her screams as I satisfied myself, rutting to an enormous
cum.