Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: The Flower Game 4 Author: RUListenen Keywords: M/g, Mg/F, M/F, F/gg, ped, rape, tort, v, incest, ws, scat, hum, snuff Copyright 2008 PROLOGUE PART IV 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 IV Monday. Georgi has given me several interrogation films he thought I would like. Last night I watched a very bloody one with Bronya on my lap. Just as with the party film of Maria and Ivan, she frigged herself to an amazing climax. This time she waited to cum until I let her. I also continue to ensure that she associates pain with sex. I love to see clothespins bouncing on her peach tit nipples, with her crying and fingering herself at the same time. Today I asked Georgi to place a female interrogation subject in my cellar for my entertainment after dinner. He said he had one who aided defectors but had little useful information. I'm going to see if Bronya really is the sadist I think she is. Tuesday Last night after dinner, Bronya came to my room dressed in a white robe. Under it she had on only a white garter belt and black stockings. I've started ordering custom black market items through Tasha, and of course she knows Bronya's sizes. I made her pose for me as I fondled her little breasts and vee. I was in a robe also. "I have a surprise for you, Bronya." I led her down to the cellar. She was hesitant, probably having heard stories from the staff about the interrogation cells down there. Georgi had set things up perfectly. He's something of an artist. In the living room area in the front of the cellar (Where I recently held the Flower Game with Sonya as my prize) Georgi had placed a wooden table from one of the interrogation rooms. It replaced the coffee table among the lounges and sofas. A woman was tied spread-eagled on her back. Her ankles and knees were tied to the table legs at one end. Georgi had leaned her back over the table with her arms tied tightly across the table to the other corners. Her gaping hairy cunt hung over the edge of the table perfectly for access. I wondered if Georgi had tried it out. There was an open tool box by the table, containing hammer, screwdrivers, razor knife, rope, pliers, etc. She was blindfolded and gagged with strips of cloth. The gag, between her teeth, looked like it was holding her panties in her mouth. She was quivering from the stress of the position. I think she had been placed here during dinner about half an hour previously. I guessed her to be about forty. She had large breasts with dark aureoles lolling to the sides of her chest. Bronya stared. She had a hand in her vee. I knew she was a natural sadist! I had an erection already myself. I needed relief right away and I knew this would be a multiple cum experience. I led Bronya to the table and, opening my robe, I jammed my rod into the woman's gash. She flinched and made a little yelp under the gag. I started pumping slowly. "Bronya get up on the table." I ordered her to stand and straddle the woman's hips facing me. While I pumped the woman, I opened Bronya's robe and pushed it off her shoulders, letting it fall on the woman's body below. After admiring Bronya's outfit I said "You can come if you want". Then I began licking the wonderful child cunt at my lips. I pulled her hips forward to my tongue, and she helped, holding my head and grinding into my face. I came right away into the slut on the table, and as my cum flowed I walloped Bronya's bare ass hard. She screamed nicely and then shuddered an orgasm onto my tongue holding my face to her vee. When she got off the table there were welts on her ass where my fingers had landed. I sat in a lounge chair to recuperate with a cognac and cigar. I made Bronya sip the cognac. She choked and caught her breath. She was still looking at the victim on the table. "Bronya you can finger your pussy as you play with her" I said nodding at the table. "I'm going to give you some directions first and then you can invent on your own." I was hard again as I started to instruct her. "Hold her tit up with both hands and suck hard on the nipple. Bronya went over to the side of the table. She squeezed the woman's floppy tit into a cone and sucked. There was a groan from the gag. Now bite the side of it hard enough to leave teeth marks." She did and wails started to come out of the gag. "Squat over her face and piss on the gag and blindfold". Bronya climbed on the table again. She squatted and I watched her pee emerge, wanking myself at the sight. The woman shook her head back and forth and choked a little as the piss seeped through the gag. Bronya kept moving her little butt around so the piss stream stayed on target as the woman moved her head. It was pretty funny. Now bring me a handful of pussy hair." Bronya got off the table, still fingering her wet vee with one hand. She walked around between the woman's legs. "Wait,lick up my cum leaking out of her. "She bent over and cleaned up the slime with a couple big licks. She will do anything I ask now, without hesitation. "Now the hair." She grabbed a handful and yanked. The woman screamed under the gag, and a patch of blood appeared on her partially denuded pussy mound. Bronya came to me and held her hand open for my inspection the way any child would show her mommy a prize. A ball of fur with little bits of skin attached lay in her hand."Did you like that, Bronya?" "Yes, Uncle" She had one hand rubbing her vee. "Does your pussy feel good?" "Yes Uncle." "You can go do whatever you want to her and cum when you feel like it." Her eyes widened, she smiled (The first I've seen) and gave me a kiss! She didn't linger though. She went to the tool box. I couldn't believe it. She grabbed the pliers and used them on the woman's still standing left nipple. You could hear the gristle crunch as the woman screamed in the gag. Bronya was grinning at the mess she made of the nipple and stood there fingering herself. Then she picked up the hammer, and looked closely at the woman's mouth where the gag held it open. She turned the head of the hammer sideways and smashed the woman's mouth with the broadside. There was a clinking sound like a breaking teacup before the scream. Probably all of the front teeth broke. The blindfolded the woman was franticly screaming and writhing as the pain kept coming from different sources with no warning. Bronya fell back into the chair behind her, frigging like crazy to a climax as she watched the writhing piece of meat on the table. I watched wanking as Bronya fingered her abused pussy. I was hard again watching the show. I walked over and jammed into the open cunt once more. She flinched and started struggling again, shaking her head around and groaning. She was going mad. I watched her as her motions caressed my cock. Her wrists were bloody and there was blood staining her gag. More blood running down her tit from the mangled nipple. The tit was bruised under Bonya's teeth marks. Her mouth was a bloody mess. When she slowed down I grabbed her tits. She flinched again. My cock loved it. "That was good Bronya!" I managed to say as I mauled the breasts under my hands. I was approaching the trance-like state of ecstasy that sometimes overtakes my sex activities. As if she was waiting for a cue, Bronya got up and picked up the hammer. She swung it with both hands onto the woman's distended elbow joint against the table. You could hear the bone crunch with each blow. There was a scream and every muscle in the woman's body tensed over and over again. Piss shot out of her in a geyser, soaking my chest and belly, running hot down around my balls. It was quite a sensation as her love tunnel rhythmically squeezed me. I stuck my tongue out into the acrid piss stream at it height. Then she started to heave differently. A new sensation for my cock. She was puking into her gag. Choking followed. She began drowning in her own vomit! Bronya came around next to me watching my cock plunge the dying woman. She smashed The woman's kneecap as she stood there. After about 30 seconds of violent struggling and gagging the woman shuddered into stillness as I shot sperm into her endlessly. I wondered if Georgi had cameras on the room as I took Bronya up to bed. On the way upstairs I stopped by the guard at the front door. I told him he should arrange for the staff to clean up the cellar. He eyed the naked Bronya in her garters and stockings as I spoke with him. She was trying to cover herself. He said, "You have good taste in playthings, Comrade Beria". "She is a nice little tart, isn't she." I could see a bulge in his trousers. "Pose, Bronya!" Her hands flew off her titties and crotch. She posed as I taught her, with hands behind her head, and feet half a meter apart. She was shaking. I noticed spots of blood on titties and thighs. "Goodnight." I said. I took her hand and led her up to my rooms. The poor guard probably was wanking before we were on the stairs. It occurred to me that I might sometime arrange to let a group of guards gang rape her, or maybe throw her in a cell with some prisoners. My cock got stiff thinking on that. Back upstairs I cuddled and caressed my Bronya, making love to her spoonlike from behind as she fell asleep. Wednesday My first cum today (and almost a daily ritual) was into Olga's ass. She was bent over the desk trying to take dictation as she was taking dick. As a lesbian she hates it when I fuck her or make her eat my cum. But she's deathly afraid and she loves it when she can share an interrogation victim with me. She'd lose that if she tried to kill me, otherwise I'm sure she would try sometime. Last night I watched the film of Olga in the bedroom at my dacha. She had led the 15 and 17 year old girls there. She had the guard stand by the door to prevent any revolt by her captives. He had his gun out and would shoot the girls if they resisted. He had a bulge in his pants too. She had apparenyly decided to take the older one as a lover and amuse herself with the younger girl. Olga embraced and kissed her lover passionately. The girl knew better than to resist, or she really liked it. It was quite erotic to watch as they kissed and fondled each other. Then she made the older girl hold the younger one's arms from behind. She started slapping the victim back and forth on her face, then her tits. There were welts and bruises developing quickly on the crying girl. Olga frigged herself, smiling. They turned the child around and bent her over. She has a beautiful butt as I've noted in a previous entry. Olga wailed on the girl's ass and pussy a few times while frigging herself to a cum. They let go of the girl and she fell in a ball crying on the floor. Olga got into bed with her lover and they started enjoying each other passionately. The guard put his gun away and pulled the terrified girl up by one hand. He was rubbing his crotch as he led her out of the room. I wonder if Georgi filmed the action in the guard room that night? When we have a man for Olga to play with, she always cuts off his balls, even if he's already dead. If it's a woman she mutilates the breasts after caressing them. It would be interesting to figure out what motivates her. I'll have to ask the psychiatrist about that. It's interesting that a person of her needs managed to find a job as my secretary. It's clear that I became a sadist at the hands of my father and sister. And I found my way to my position by applying every bit of it to Stalin's cause. What a pleasure my work is. Bronya is a sadist too. Maybe it just runs in the family. I probably shouldn't be so hard on Tasha. Thursday Stalin wants me to come to his dacha this weekend. We need to discuss the purge. Svetlana! I'll tell her all about Bronya while she pleasures me. Friday I went out with Georgi and his security team to round up a suspected traitor last evening. I wanted to observe the professionalism of the men. The subject was a low level bureaucrat in the defense ministry who has been found to be in contact with a British agent. We really wanted to know if the man is working for someone higher up. It was quite interesting to watch the men work and a surprisingly enjoyable side benefit developed. I'm hard again as I think of it. The Security team arrived at the apartment quietly, securing exits, and broke in the door without warning. A woman screamed as they entered. Three men fanned out in the apartment's rooms to find occupants. Soon our suspect, his quite lovely wife and beautiful eight year old daughter were standing shaking in the living room for our inspection. The two adults were naked. The girl was in a light blue cotton nightie. I was quite glad that I had decided to supervise this investigation. I congratulated the team, had them tie our quarry and his wife to dining chairs and posted the team outside to secure the area. Georgi and I would do an interrogation right there. I told Georgi to start questioning the man and started to investigate the apartment. I poured us glasses of decent vodka found in a kitchen cabinet. Georgi had done preliminaries, with the man's name, department, supervisor and the like and was starting on the interesting stuff. I checked the bedrooms. The adult's bedroom smelled of sex. There was a wet spot on the sheet where the covers were pulled off. I took a finger swipe of the goo and tasted it. I was hard thinking of the woman out in the front room. I was throbbing thinking of the girl. The woman's panties were on the floor. I sniffed them, licking the crotch. I came in my rubber shorts without touching myself. There would be more later. The little girl's room yielded her panties for my pleasure. I smelled them and her pillow for her child scent. I was hard again even though I had just cummed. Back out in the living room I found Georgi playing with the man's balls, looking him in the eye and telling him matter of factly that we needed the information he was witholding. I looked in the drawers of a desk and found some defense ministry papers that certainly shouldn't have been there. This man was a fool as well as a traitor. The man groaned as Georgi got his attention. The girl was in a ball on the sofa with her hands over her eyes, crying quietly. "Georgi, don't hurt the man just yet" I said. "What are their names?" I said pointing the mother and daughter. "Pavel, and his wife Raisa and daughter Yelena" he replied. "Well perhaps Reya and Lena can help us out with this." I smiled. I went over behind the woman and reached down to fondle her breasts. She seemed to be about twenty five. She was shaking. The tits were firm. I rubbed my hard membered crotch against her neck. "Pavel" I said to the man, "perhaps some damage to Reya's fine tits would help you answer Georgi's questions." I squeezed both tits at once and she shrieked, shaking her head wildly. My cock was throbbing against her. The man said nothing. "I was hoping you'd be slow. I'd much rather have Lena's help" I said as I moved over to the sofa. The woman screamed "Not Lena! Pavel tell them, tell them everything!" I pulled the little girl upright off the sofa by her hair with one hand. She shrieked, and I tore her flimsy nightgown off her with a yank. She struggled a bit but stopped after realizing she only hurt herself trying to get her hair out of my grasp. I made her sit on the sofa, lie back and spread her legs. She had socks on. I liked that. Nice view for me and Pavel. I fondled the child's hairless pussy."Such a beautiful little girl, Pavel. I think she can help you remember some facts for Georgi, yes?" Pavel started talking, and Georgi took notes for about an hour. I enjoyed his vodka and a cigar. I helped keep Pavel focused by fondling little Lena's slit, titties and asshole. A couple times I went back and played with Reya's tits. They had bruised very quickly after my assault. I fingered her too. At one point Pavel started to lie about something that I knew the answer to. I gagged Reya and stubbed my cigar out on her left tit. She screeched in agony through the gag, pissed the floor, and passed out. I almost came in my pants again, but suppressed it. The little girl jumped off the sofa and headed towards her mom yelling "Mommy, Mommy". As she approached I backhanded her and she flew across her father's knees to the floor, crying in the fetal position. "You shouldn't lie to us, Comrade." I had to cum this time. I took out my cock and wanked gobs of cum on the little girl's face and hair. As I pulled my trousers closed, Pavel got smart and started babbling everything he knew. Finally Georgi felt that we had all of the information we were going to get. I held his knife to Reya's throat as Georgi tied Pavel over the dining table. He could get some relief himself in Pavel's ass. Then I took Lena to her bedroom. I made her watch as I undressed. She stared at my cock. She looked dazed with my drying cum on her face. I scooped a handful of the gooey cum from my rubber pants and fingered it into the girl's slit for lubrication. She just stood there. My cock was covered too. I crushed on top of her on the bed and jammed into her without stopping, through the hymen into her cervix. She struggled and screamed as I rode her. Because I had already cum twice I was able to enjoy her for about ten minutes before I spouted into her and she passed out. I was listening to Pavel's screams from the other room during the whole fuck. We didn't even arrest Pavel. With no job, a raped, and damaged family he was a warning to others not to jeopardize the Soviet Union. I might have my guards bring Reya and Lena to my next Flower Game. I'm going to rape Bronya now. I'm so hard. Saturday Meetings with Stalin all day at the dacha. I'm getting tired of him. I'm in my guest room now reviewing notes. I hope Svetlana shows up. I need to fuck her. Sunday She's gone now. Svetlana stayed all night. I had her several times and my cock feels like it can never get stiff again. She came in wearing a white robe. The robe was open and there were filmy pink silk pajamas underneath. The pants were short ones. She came to me, got in my lap and we kissed passionately. She has beautiful peach tits now. I fondled the tits through her pajama. She slid to the floor between my legs and pushing my robe open, began to suck my cock. I didn't want to come yet. I wanted to play. "Stand up." I said. She stood up right away facing me between my knees. "Did you bring the mousetraps?" She reached into the robe pockets and came up with two traps in each hand. "Well, Sveta do you know how to set them then?" She nodded her head. "Yes Uncle Lev. The gardener showed me." "Good, put them on the table here and set them." She put three on the lampstand and set the fourth. As she put it down it went off. She jumped and I laughed. I made her continue. I sipped cognac as I watched, wanking. She was shaking after the accident and had trouble with the task. Two more accidents. My cock was throbbing with her trouble. She set the final one on the table. "Take your pajama pants off, Sveta." I watched her vee as the garment slid down. She has a silky thin patch of hair on her pussy now. I took the pajama pants and sniffed the crotch. She was wet already from our play. The pants smelled wonderful. "Open your mouth and stuff as much as you can in there." I handed her the pants and she got about half in. "Now set this trap off with your left ring finger" I said pointing. She looked at me wide-eyed, not moving. The pants hanging out of her mouth made me chuckle. I just stared at her. She splayed her fingers as far as they would go and shaking visibly slowly put her hand over the trap. I was actually drooling watching her. "Let it stay on your finger when it goes off." I wanked myself slowly as she set the trap off. She screamed into the panties and flinched her hand with the offending trap to her chest holding it with her right hand. "Suck me." She dropped to her knees pulling the pants out of her mouth. I exploded in her mouth just as she engulfed me. Her crying on my cock and gagging on my goo felt wonderful. "Show me your hand." Keeping her mouth on my softening cock, she put her left hand up on the soft arm of the chair. "We're married now, Sveta. You just took my ring and showed you obey me very well." I pried the trap off her gently and sucked on the sore digit softly while she still cried on my cock. "You can cum now." Her good hand went to her vee, rubbing rapidly there. I held her hand studying the mark and bruise forming on her finger. I hardened again in her mouth as she exploded with her cum. She sucked me gently as she recovered, her breath slowing. I love her. I stood her up in front of me again. "Take off your top, Sveta" I said. "Then your slippers." I leaned forward to caress and suck her tit bumps. Her juices were running down the insides of her legs. I fingered her and tasted her sex on my finger. "You're beautiful, and brave." I said. She was staring blankly at me as I enjoyed myself, wanking my hardness again. I reached over and picked up a set mousetrap from the table. I placed it on the floor between her feet. I picked up the pajama pants there. She was wide-eyed again. She opened her mouth without any instruction, but was shaking her head "no" as I pushed them in. I laughed again at the sight. "You look like a puppy playing with a toy, Sveta. A bitch puppy of course." "Put your hands behind your back, and keep them there" I looked down admiring her dainty feet and perfect toes. "Step on the trap and set it off on your toes. Now!" She moved her foot and stepped on the trap. She screamed into the gag as the bale made a dull thump down across her toes. Her foot jerked up, but her hands stayed behind her. I wanked slowly watching the tears pour down her face onto the peaches on her chest. She was shaking from head to foot. "Now this one" I said as I put the third trap on the carpet at her feet. She shook her head and looked pleadingly at me. I looked down at her feet and admired the snared toes on the left as I waited for her. She looked down and stepped on the trap. Another scream. She lifted her feet alternately hopping right then left. I was chuckling at her dance, still wanking. She kept her hands behind her. A trooper. I reached out and fingered her slit. She was even wetter than before. I reached for the fourth trap. "Don't dare remove this!" I commanded as I pushed the trigger up under her left tittie. I pushed it hard against her so the bale would catch the whole teat, and not just snip off her nipple. I still didn't know how far Stalin would tolerate my mistreatment of her. Svetlana has told me that Stalin asked her about my sessions with her. He's a pervert. The gag barely muffled her scream this time. Her hands flew to the tit. I warned her "No!" She cupped the tit without taking the trap off, bending over and bawling into the gag. I watched as she settled down. I stopped wanking as I was so close to cumming. "Stand up and put your hands down. You may finger yourself if you want." She stood up playing frantically with her cunt to avoid thinking about the pain in her tit and toes. I pulled the gag out of her mouth, watching the tears flow. She was groaning in pain. I admired the trap on her tit for a second. A whole inch of tit was under the wire like a little mouse head. Then I reached down and removed the toe traps. I pried them gently open. She squealed out an audible sigh of relief. Then started hopping again as the returning blood burned her toes anew. The trap on her tit bounced nicely. I reached for it. The trapped mouse head was turning blue. I gently pried it open saying "you can cum now." One hand cupped her sore tit and the other frigged like mad. As she started heaving I turned her around and pulled her into my lap, jamming my pole into her just in time to shoot into her quivering little cunt. We rutted together for quite a while as we used up our cums. I was exhausted and she was in a daze as I pulled back the covers on the bed. She crawled in and I cuddled her in a spoon, cupping her sore tittie. I took her like that again during the night, Her finger, toes and tit all showed black and blue marks before she left the room in the morning. I inspected them and kissed each gently. Before she left I said "See if the gardener has a rat trap for next time, okay Sveta?" Monday The film of Mikhail and Tonya was an ordinary rape by a virile 4o year old man on a 13 year old girl. Mikhail threw her on the bed, spread her legs and jammed into her without any lubrication. She screamed the whole time. He held her arms so she was helpless. He rutted her for quite a while, having used up some of his energies on Tasha earlier, I guessed. He appeared to have a huge cum, then called in the guard to take her away. Bronya ate my load of sperm as I watched the film. I didn't let her cum tonight. Tuesday The last films from the party showed the bedroom with Tasha and Dimitry. There were multiple reels of Bedroom 5. Dimitry walked in the room and went in the bathroom with her. He made her kneel by the toilet. Just as he said in the salon, he needed to piss. He made her drink piss for a bit and then switched to pissing on her face, hair and tits. He left her kneeling there while he took a shower. She retched piss into the toilet while he was in the bath. I loved it. Having her abused by strangers was more fun than doing it myself. When Dimitry got out of the shower he said. "Clean yourself up pig and come to bed. If you have a hint of piss or dog cum about you, you will eat my shit in the morning." He got in the bed and appeared to go to sleep. Tasha sat on the toilet crying for a while, then did as she was told. She showered, washed her hair, took a long bath (probably putting off getting in bed), and brushed her teeth several times. As she walked into the bedroom she was my beautiful big sister again. I always admired her tits. She got in bed carefully trying not to wake Dimitry. She failed. He immediately roused, rolled on top of her and fucked her hard. When he was done he rolled off her unceremoniously and went back to sleep! It was perfect. In the morning he got up with a piss hardon and made her go in the bathroom with him. He made her kneel on the mat by the tub and pissed her face and hair again. He then made her lie on the wet mat. "Close your eyes, I have a surprise for you" he said. He stood straddling her face. He squatted a little and began to shit standing up. He had diaharria! A huge jet of runny shit blasted onto her face. She screamed and before she turned her face she had eaten some of the filth. I was laughing out loud. Dimitry told her to stay there while he showered. She rolled on her side and retched on the floor over and over as he methodically dressed for breakfast. Another mess for my staff to clean up. They must hate my parties. I remember that when Dimitry came to breakfast that morning all he said was that he had had a pleasant evening and that he hoped he had followed my instructions about humiliating Tasha. He certainly did. When I see Tasha next I'll make her tell me all about her night at my party. And I'll tell her all about Bronya's training, too. Author's note: Exerpts from the Diaries of Lavrenty Beria will continue to be published periodically as the translations are completed.