Title: The Flower Game 5
Author: RUListenen
Keywords: M/g, M/F, ped, rape, tort, v, incest, ws, scat, hum, snuff

PROLOGUE PART V

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 V

Monday.

I almost killed Bronya last night. It started with a sex dream.

In it I was raping and strangling my sister Tasha, a fantasy

since puberty. It was wonderfully real. She struggled and cried.

It lasted a long time. I had an enormous orgasm finally, and

woke up.

Bronya lay under me not breathing. I rolled off her and blew

some air into her mouth. Her chest filled like a balloon. Her

body jerked and she started breathing, but remained unconscious.

I lay on my side surveying her. She was covered with my wet

dream ejaculation. Both of us were slimed from pelvis to chin.

There were scratches on my wrists. The little vixen must have

tried to resist me. I sucked a little on each of her apricot

tits, pulled the covers up and fell asleep recalling the

exciting dream.

She was very wary of me this morning. She was lying there

shaking when I woke up. She of course can't leave the bed

without my permission. I pulled the covers back to study her,

"Good morning, Bronya". She looked at me wide-eyed, tears

running down quietly. Streaky dried cum covered her. Her neck

had dark finger shaped bruises. I was hard again.

I held up my wrist to show her the scratches. "You shouldn't

have resisted me last night, even if you were choking to death.

You will let me do anything I want, even kill you."

She stammered "Y...Ye...Yes, Uncle." I rolled on top of her and

took her mouth with mine. She was delicious, still sobbing

around my tongue. I licked her tears and took a good look at the

bruises. She flinched and almost panicked as I clutched her neck

with both hands to match the bruises. Her neck probably hurt and

the memory of last night was visible in her eyes. She was

petrified. I was hard.

I moved down, kissing her little chest bumps, navel and pussy. I

lifted her legs up and wide, and inspected her secret entrances.

They still look virginal even though I have used them a lot. I

decided on the pussy. She was still shaking and sobbing. I took

a few sloppy licks, savoring her flavor and lubricating the

slit. She smelled and tasted of piss. The bed was wet under her.

Bronya must have lost control of her bladder as I strangled her

in the night. I wiped my face into the damp sheet savoring her

urine. Then, kneeling up, and spreading her lips I entered my

cock into her tiny tunnel. She groaned as she does every time I

force in there. She is so tight. I started thrusting into her,

clutched her neck, and with eyes closed, relived the

exhilarating dream of raping Tasha.

Tuesday.

The prison warden called early today and asked that I consult

about a problem. I went over there and we had a vodka in his

office as we discussed overcrowding in the cells. I advised him

to cut one ball off each of the petty criminals and set them

free with a warning about the second ball should they be caught

again for any reason. He laughed when I told him he could borrow

Georgi for a few days to help with that. I doubt that we'll have

many repeat offenders.

I gave him permission to increase shipments of political

prisoners to the Gulags, after interrogation of course.

Then he informed me that he had about 25 female prisoners, some

with major crimes, (including one new young woman who murdered

her husband, a party official). Did I have any ideas? I said I'd

think about it and asked to see the murderess.

With four guards we entered the cell block where he kept the

women prisoners. The three cells closest to the gate contained

young women who were naked but clean and obviously well fed.

Each cell had an army cot, tin wash basin and chamber pot. As we

passed the first cell one of the guards leered into it and said

"Hi, Vani, see you when my shift's up". She didn't smile back.

The warden explained that these cells were more or less how he

kept the guards morale up. They get paid very little. My cock

was hard envisioning the guards' rest breaks. I commented to the

warden that obviously he had no need to reduce the population of

these cells. He agreed. I told him that in Japan they are called

comfort women for the Emperor's troops.

We got to the murderess. She was light haired, about twenty,

thin, but with ample chest. And beautiful. She was wearing a

green loose fitting prison blouse and trousers. She looked

through the bars at our entourage with curiosity and no fear...

yet. "You killed a party official?" I asked.

"He was a pig. You are too" she spat. The warden and guards were

dead silent. They couldn't believe what they just heard.

I told the warden to open the cell and have the guards hold her.

She fought but one guard punched her in the solar plexus. She

collapsed on the floor in a ball, holding her abdomen. I told

the four to place her on the cot and sit next to it with one

holding each arm or leg. She was writhing on her back, still

trying to take labored breaths, spread-eagled.

As she recovered she spit at one of the guards. I stuffed a wash

rag in her mouth to stop that. I dropped my trousers and stepped

between the guards to straddle the cot. I unbuttoned her blouse.

The guards and warden watched with riveted eyes. I sat down on

her belly and mauled her pretty tits with my dick straight out

between them. She was looking daggers at me. I grabbed her hair

to steady her face and slapped her hard, forehand and back,

about half a dozen times. With blood running from her nose and

the rag reddening, she was no longer defiant, but shaking in

fear. I like women docile and fearful like that. She was mine to

enjoy now. I was throbbing. I pinched and twisted a nipple as

hard as I could. A scream came out of the rag. I did the other

one, relishing my power to hurt her as I jerked my cock a

little. Tears poured from her eyes.

I got up and stood at the foot of the cot. I wanted to see her

cunt and told the guards to get her trousers off. She resisted

little as the two leg holders wrestled her clothes off her legs.

They returned to holding her ankles and spread her wide for my

viewing. Light hair above a surprisingly young looking pussy:

like early teen, only lightly used. The lips were spreading a

little. I bent over and reached for the prize. I entered both

holes with thumb and forefinger with all my strength. She

screamed in the gag and flinched so hard that the guards almost

lost hold of her. I tightened my grip and lifted her hips off

the cot. I spit in her face and advised her that she was the

pig, to be skewered for my enjoyment. She was still screaming in

the rag as I let go and dropped her butt back on the cot.

I noticed that blood was seeping from both holes as I entered

her pussy. The blood lubed her. I spit in her face again and

pulled her nipples some more as I rutted. When I finished I

stood and got my trousers back on. The drooling guards were each

now holding her with one hand as they played in their crotches

with the other. I watched, jerking for a while, as they took

turns raping her. The third guard had no interest in the sloppy

bloody cunt. He had the others fold her in half and rammed into

her ass. I don't think she had been used there before. She

screamed through the gag the whole time he worked. The warden

never touched her, but jerked a huge load of cum on her face as

the guards fucked the bitch. She lay in a ball on the cot when

they were done. She didn't move as I pissed in her face and

hair.

As I left with the warden, I advised them to move her to one of

the front comfort-girl cells. There was no rush to execute her.

The guard's eyes all lit up at this.

As we passed the comfort cells I called Vani to me. She came

over to the bars, shaking. I reached through and enjoyed feeling

her crotch and tits. I stepped back and punched her in the face

without warning. Her scream was cut short as she fell unconscious to the floor with blood flowing out of her broken nose. I came

in my trousers as my fist hit her. I told the warden "When she

wakes up tell her she should have smiled when one of our Soviet

guards offered to visit with her.

Before I left the prison I advised the warden that I could help

with the crowding in the women's cells, and invited him to bring

some of them and enjoy my next Flower Game.

I love this work.

Friday.

I've been traveling with Stalin to visit leaders of the various

Soviet Socialist Republics. Ostensibly a good will tour, but

really a chance to make sure everyone is in line. A security

nightmare, but we had no incidents of any kind. Stalin took

notice of my efficiency. He has invited me to a party at his

Dacha, and noted that Svetlana has asked after her Uncle Lev!

Word of my needs has apparently spread. My subordinate security

chiefs in each state made special accommodations for my comfort.

I suspect that Georgi advised them how to stay on my good side.

Two of them actually set up the Flower Game! And I was invited

to do interrogations at some stops to "train" the local security

chiefs:

Belorussia.

We ate hearty meals at each stop, but not too fancy. Vodka

flowed of course, but the chiefs of state hesitated to have

Stalin see them as decadent, even though many had become so. We

did eat in an old Czarist palace here, but the service was

plain. At each stop somehow there always seemed to be a little

of my favorite cognac.

As dinner broke up and I had seen Stalin safely to his rooms,

Sergei, the security chief took me aside and asked me to advise

him on a "problem". His men had detained a notorious local

dissident who certainly was headed for the gulags. Unfortunately

they had also detained his nine year old daughter who was with

the man at the time. The chief suggested that maybe I could show

him how best to interrogate the man in this delicate situation.

I advised that Georgi, traveling as my body guard, and I would

be glad to help.

We were taken to a basement where there were sprawling rooms for

domestic services in the palace. Kitchens, store rooms and

quarters for servants made up the bulk of it.

The chief unlocked a door to a maid's room. Sitting handcuffed

arm and leg to a heavy chair was a naked man. Georgi smiled at

the sight. I smiled at the sleeping child on the small bed. I

was hard already.

Speaking in a low voice, advising the man that we shouldn't wake

the child, I began asking him questions. He hesitated when I got

to asking details about his comrades. Georgi advised that he was

going to cut off the man's left nipple, and stuck his knife

point about 2 centimeters into the guy's tit, next to the

nipple. Georgi smiled and actually drooled as the man screamed.

The little girl woke with a shriek and started to get up. Sergei

grabbed her by the hair to restrain her. She froze in fear,

shaking, and taking in the situation with darting eyes. Sergei

said. "You see the problem?"

"Yes, she'll have to help us with the interrogation". My cock

throbbed as I eyed the scared rabbit. This was going to be fun.

She seemed to have on a school uniform blouse and skirt, showing

no signs of tit development. Pretty with dark hair. "Find out if

she has tits, Sergei". He started to grope her chest with his

free hand. Her daddy began to protest loudly at her treatment.

Sergei stopped his groping, and I turned to the captive. "Let's

go back to my last question, shall we?"

The captive began to tell me all the names and locations that he

could think of. Georgi wrote the information in a note pad and

that was over quickly. I was glad because I wanted to play with

the girl as soon as we got what we wanted from the man. Georgi

wanted to play with the man. Sergei seemed to like the girl. He

kept feeling her throughout the questioning, out of the man's

sight.

Georgi gagged the man and began playing with his cock and balls.

I went over to the girl and advised her that she would be

very cooperative or we would kill her daddy. The daddy started

making noises under his gag and shaking his head furiously.

Georgi squeezed his balls, and the noise stopped with a groan. I

found out that the child's name was Inga.

"Did you feel any tits Sergei?"

"No, even though I tried."

I asked Sergei if he ever had a nine year old. He said not. I

told him that this virgin was mine, but he could get a blow job

if he wished. He wished vociferously! He got his cock out and I

ordered her to take it in her mouth and suck like candy. I told

Sergie to take his time and watch while I looked for those tits.

I pulled her blouse open and slid it off her shoulders. As

Sergei watched and pumped her mouth, I rubbed her little nubbin

titties on her flat chest, then slid her skirt and unders down.

Her bare little slit came into view. Sergei grabbed her head and

exploded in her mouth even before I had a chance to finger her.

She gagged and choked on his load. Some came out of her nose.

Georgi started laughing. So did Sergei and I.

The girl was sobbing and still coughing. I licked up her tears,

holding her head still. I forced her mouth and made her accept

my tongue. The nine year old mouth tasted of sperm from her

mouth rape.

Sergei was used up pretty quickly. My cock was bouncing, but I

had raped little girls before. My come would be at my control,

and at her expense.

"Get on the bed" I ordered. She moved pretty fast, anxious to be

out of my grasp, and not knowing what was coming. I made her lie

on her back and lift her legs apart for my viewing. I took my

cock out, jerking a little as I raped her with my eyes. Tears

streaked her face. She was squirming at the exposure and tried

to cover her little pussy with her hands. I ordered her to put

them behind her head. My cock was throbbing and I fought the

urge to come. I had only come once that day, taking the

chambermaid as I was shown to my room in the morning. She didn't

like it. I did. Sergei sat in a chair, playing with his cock.

His tongue was hanging out and he was literally drooling like a

dog in rut as he viewed my victim.

I dropped my trousers and crouched on my knees on the bed to

lick her slightly spread lips. She flinched as I made contact.

It was delicious. A mixture of little girl juice, piss, and fear

assaulted my tongue. I pushed in far enough to press her hymen.

I pulled out and licked the pucker under her pussy. Girl sweat

and a little shit greeted my probe. Back to her slit.

Overcome with lust I bit her little clit and labia hard. She

screamed and started trying to push me away. I moved over her,

ignoring her efforts and jammed my cock into the spread little

slit. The air went out of her in a gust as I let my weight fall

into the thrust. She recovered her breath in time to scream as

my second push broke through her virginity and rammed against

her cervix. She quivered under me, every muscle tense as her

body tried to absorb being spitted.

Keeping her skewered, I lifted up a little and bending down, bit

her chest where the left tit was only a swell of promise. I

held the bite and tongued her little nipple as she fought to

push me away. I tasted blood where my teeth had punctured her

skin.

Finally I started rutting her in a frenzy, collapsing on her as

I shot over and over in the tight tunnel. She was unconscious,

and I nearly so, when I rolled off her. I thanked Sergei for the

nice evening, replaced my trousers and left for my rooms. I

walked up the hall to the sound of screams from both captives.

Sergei must have woken the girl up. Georgi must have thought of

additional questions for the prisoner.

Ukraine.

After the day's meetings and obligatory dinner and toasts, I

went to my rooms after seeing Stalin safely to his. My local

security chief had hinted at a surprise for me during dinner. I

had a suite in a huge old dacha they used for party functions

and Party functions! Georgi and a Ukrainian guard were posted at

my door.

As I entered I noticed the furniture had been rearranged in the

sitting room since morning. New furniture was in the center - a

perfect flower! Five naked females, heads together on hands and

knees, in a circle. They had shoes or sandals on just as I

liked. I was hard instantly. I never took my eyes off the sight

as I poured a cognac, lit a cigar and changed into a bathrobe.

Tits hanging, cunts exposed, two crying, and wonderful variety.

It was electrifying. I decided I would take all five before the

night was through. I hadn't come once that day, and I noticed

the five were all different. Apparently Georgi hadn't said

anything about my preferences so my host had chosen a full set.

I would be happy with at least one. Or, maybe he knew I like all

varieties.

The biggest and oldest was about forty, huge boobs hanging down.

Lots of extra weight. Long brown hair. She was one of the ones

crying. She was not ugly, just big. Her belly hung down below

her hairy cunt, which flapped open with giant used labia. Her

name was Marina, she said, and she had been volunteered out of

the house staff. I thought it might be nice to fall asleep on

that large ball of soft flesh or use the big bags for punching.

Probably both.

The second, a prostitute for sure, had dark hair, seen-it-all

eyes, and a well proportioned body. She looked thirty. I figured

her for a good blow job, as I fingered her pussy. I considered

that it would be fun to humiliate her with some piss and

ass-licking for amusement. I wouldn't waste a cum on her. She

said her name was Raisa.

The third was about eighteen, blond, solid body of an athlete,

and I discovered, the beautiful Nordic face of of a Finn. No

doubt a captive resistance member. I would watch her carefully.

She bristled as I felt her charms. She reluctantly said that she

answers to Anni. I decided to beat her and rape her first,

to get off my first cum and remove her as a threat. I'd invite

Georgi in to help. I thought he'd like to kill her as he used

her ass.

The fourth was about twelve, with perfect small peach tits. She

was crying too. Pretty. She had bobbed brown hair, a few hairs

above her smooth slit. I asked her if she was a virgin when I

asked her name. Through her tears she said "yes, Valya". She

probably never had been naked in front of others before,

certainly not a lustful stranger. She kept crying as I probed

her crack to verify her claim. I cupped each of her peaches with

my other hand. I was going to take this one to bed and rape her

in the night. The fat one would only be a punching bag after

all.

Last was a toddler, about five or six. I wondered if she

belonged to any of the others who would watch the rape. Light

brown hair, a little chubby with baby fat. She sucked her thumb

when I stood her up to inspect her. I removed her thumb and said

suck this, as I probed with my tongue and fingered her little

slit. She didn't know what to do and let me use her quietly.

She sucked tentatively on my tongue. I loved it. She

mumbled Veronika when I asked her name. I put her back in the

flower and sat in the armchair with my cognac to consider a plan

of action,

I decided use up the Finn first, humiliate the whore and the

fat one, ravage the toddler, then take the teen to bed. My cock

was throbbing at the prospect.

I called Georgi and the Ukrainian into the room. Georgi was

smiling. I could tell by the look on his face that he knew

about my surprise. The Ukrainian's eyes lit up as he realized

what was going on. He stood just inside the door staring at my

flower.

I said to Georgi that we had a possible security danger I needed

help with, and pointed to the Finn. He grabbed her ankle and

yanked her off her hands. Her face hit the floor hard, but she

struggled, kicked her foot loose, and tried to get up. As she

went for him I kicked her in the belly. My slipper wasn't very

firm, but the kick was solid. Some of the women screamed but

none moved to help. They had certainly been warned to be

cooperative. I had Georgi and the guard hold her arms and I

forced between her legs before she recovered her breath. As I

jammed my cock into her she began to struggle. I punched her

face repeatedly and my first cum of the day emptied into her

shortly. I Lay on top of her catching my breath as my cock

softened.

She was half conscious as they dragged her out to the hall. I

told Georgi that he and the Ukrainian could use her in the next

room, a maid's room attached to the suite. Georgi would like

that ass. The guard would probably like any of it.

I sat in the armchair, sipped cognac, enjoyed my cigar and

looked over my options as I recovered. I announced to the

remaining guests that none of them would be as badly treated as

the Finn, an enemy of the state, if they cooperated. I expected

little resistance from the whore or the fat one, and I could

handle the children. I wanted to handle them as they struggled.

That's what makes me cum the hardest.

I called the fat one to crawl to me, and she did, sobbing. I

reached down and hefted those huge tits. I made her turn around

and forced four fingers in the gaping cunt. She grunted as my

hand fucked her. I leaned back, lifted my legs and ordered her

to turn back around and lick my asshole clean. She lifted her

head and looked at me with teary pleading eyes. I slapped her

and made it clear that she was my shit pig. She started licking

and immediately gagged. I'm sure my crack was ripe as I had been

passing gas all day from some greasy food we'd had for

breakfast. There had been a brown stain in my pants when I

undressed. I told her to keep going. I jerked slowly enjoying

the gentle tongue on my ass. After a while I made her kneel up

and put her hands behind her back. I warned her to stay that way

and began slapping those big tits. She shouldn't have gagged on

my ass I told her. I hit her hard enough to bruise and sting,

but not so hard she couldn't stand it. A perfect helpless pain

slut, she took the blows, crying profusely. I had recovered from

raping the Finn, and my cock was again hard as I inspected the

marks of my hands on her bags. There were finger shaped welts

turning rapidly to bruises.

I invited the whore over and ordered tit bags back to her place

in the flower. The whore crawled over with a sullen look, but

not defiant, after seeing how the Finn fared. I had her kneel up

and open her mouth, hands behind her. I stood, put my hard cock

in her mouth and ordered her not to lose a drop. I forced out a

little piss from my hard dick. She swallowed with a grimace, but

didn't gag. After a few short spurts my dick softened and I

began to fill her with a steady stream. She gulped over and over

as I was emptied. She looked a little sick but relieved as her

yellow adventure came to an end. I guessed that I wasn't the

first customer to use her that way.

I peeled back my foreskin, and made her lick off the white

residue there, then required her best blow job. I sat down

again, and felt her breasts as she got to work, kneeling with

her head over my cock. She was good, but when my cum started to

rise I stopped her. I didn't want to waste it on a whore. I

wanted it to go to the rapes of the younger ones. I sent the

whore and the fat one to the maid's room to report to Georgi.

They both looked scared. I turned my attention to the remaining

flower petals as I sipped my cognac.

Tired of holding the required hands and knees position, both had

settled their cute asses on their ankles and had lowered heads

and elbows to the floor. The twelve year old had stopped crying.

I could see her tiny titties mashed against her knees. The

toddler was asleep on her knees with her head on her arms!

I leaned over and jammed my forefinger in the pre-teen's cunt

breaking her hymen. She screamed and jerked herself off the

invader. She turned looking at me in fear holding herself. I

told her to go in the bedroom and get in the bed with her

sandals off. I watched her as she fled, holding her crotch, with

blood running down her legs. Beautiful. It would be a nice

night.

Surprisingly the five year old still slept. It was very late and

the fear had probably exhausted her. I gently rolled her off her

knees and onto her back. I would wake her with a surprise. Her

legs were spread. Her arms were up by her shoulders. Her mouth

was slack. I stuck my tongue in there and she reflexively sucked

on it. I was getting very excited abusing her. I let a lot of

saliva drool down my tongue into her mouth. She swallowed it as

she sucked. I was throbbing as if I hadn't cum in days. I jerked

myself as I played with her. I knelt between her legs and licked

her little slit as sloppily as I could to lube it. She stirred a

little as I hit her hymen with only a little tongue in her, and

mumbled "Mommy".

I gently spread her slit and wedged the head of my cock between

the lips. I took her hands down by her hips and pinned them to

the floor with my weight as I pushed into her. That way she

couldn't slide away from my probe as I pushed into the tiny

hole. When her eyes flew open and she screamed, I thrust as hard

as possible and pulled her wrists so her crotch had to meet me.

Her labia were sucked in around my cock and I was lodged right

where I felt her virgin membrane give way. She was screaming and

wiggling to get away. It felt great, but I didn't want to come

until I had her full sheath on me. I pulled out a little to let

the blood flow around my shaft and spit on her there for better

lubrication. Then I jammed all the way to her cervix in one

thrust. My cock only fit about two thirds in, but it was enough

for a good ride. I put my mouth over hers to eat her screams and

grunts as I raped her hard and fast. This was my second cum and

I lasted for a few minutes on the screaming child. I didn't

think I'd ever stop cumming. After two shots inside her I pulled

out and a stream went from her little chest to her pussy. The

last two crossed her nose and in her open mouth. She gagged

through her screams.

I told her not to move as I got off the tiny thing. When I let

go of her wrists her hands went to her face and she bawled into

them, but she kept her legs apart as I ordered. I sat in the

chair sipping cognac and lit a new cigar. I watched as the blood

and cum drooled out of her open slit.

After a bit she slowed down to sobs.

"Pull your knees up and grab your ankles, little slut" I

ordered. It took a few seconds for her to figure out what I

wanted, but she complied. "Now spread your knees as wide as you

can". She slowly let her knees out and a huge gob of cum

slipped out of her and down over her little puckered heiney. It

was streaked pink with blood. It was a great view. She stared at

me with the corners of her mouth turned down in a horrified

grimace.

I was getting hard again thinking of raping her now lubricated

little asshole. It was sure to rip her sphincter. I don't

remember ass raping one this young. I reached down and jammed my

finger in there. She jerked away with a screech, and ran away

from me into the bedroom where the pre-teen was. I chuckled as I

sucked the shit, cum and blood combination off my finger.

I turned out the light in the sitting room and headed into the

bedroom with cognac and cigar. My throbbing cock led the way.