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The Peoples Deputy (M/f n/c Hist.)
by Eade Roeker (WadeRoe@webtv.net)
Date: 2/6/99
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Hello Group,
I have been lurking here for a little while and finally decided
to contribute. I decided to make my first submission a multi-part
fictional dramatization of historically accurate events. In this case
the story of Lavrenty Beria. Beria headed the Soviet secret police for
15 years and personally organized the relocation, imprisonment and
murder of millions of people.
He was also after his death proven to have been a long term sexual
predator with noone to stand in the way of his desires. The men in the
story, Beria, Peoples Deputy Pavel Sudoplatov, and Ivan Khrustal are all
actual people and have been named as participants in the events I will
fictionalize.
This is a first draft of the first part. I've decided to post it in the
hope of garnering some feedback on how it might be improved before
editing and beginning on part 2. I would welcome recommendations of any
kind, from style, to subject, to content , to grammar. Also if anyone is
interested I could provide a brief list of some incidents I mean to
represent in case anyone has any ideas about what to describe in part
two.
This is my first attempt at erotic fiction so I am sure that I will need
some help in getting it right. Again, I REALLY would appreciate your
comments. I hope you enjoy it.
The Peoples Deputy
(MM/f n/c Hist.)
Lavrenty Pavlovich Beria, head of the Soviet Ministry for State Security
(NKVD) (the infinitely more brutal predecessor of the KGB) and newly
appointed member of the Politburo enters the darkened surveillance room
and takes in the scene before him. Looking through the giant pane of
tinted glass which runs the entire 8' foot length of the room and
halfway up its' height he sees that in the brightly lit cell upon which
the window faces that the interrogtion has already begun.
His Deputy Pavel Sudoplatov, 39 years old, dark featured (a Georgian)
and barrel chested is seated on one side of a long thin wooden table
painted the same bright white as the rest of the room. Across from him
is the prisoner Natasha Zubov. She is a young girl, she appears to be
about 15 years old but that may be deceiving since she is obviously a
very petite girl. The table runs lengthwise away from the glass
providing a side view of the duo. Beria flips a switch and the voices on
the other side of the wall become audible. Pavel is speaking calmly as
he asks the girl "What do you mean you are unaware of anyone holding
treasonous beliefs against the state?" "Don't you know that Comrade
Stalin has stated that there are plots against him and our glorious
revolution in every segment of society? That he has called upon all of
its' citizens to be vigilant in identifying these traitors?"
Before him, the girl who sits with her blond head down and her hands
clasped tightly in her lap, lifts her head slightly to meet Pavels' eyes
and almost whispers a soft "No Comrade, I'm not aware of any treason".
There is obvious fear in the quiver of her tiny voice and the
uncertainty of her eyes as she tries to remain calm here in a basement
interrogation cell of the dreaded Lubyanka Prison, the headquarters of
the Ministry for State Security. The girl looks back down at her hands
pressed tightly against her thighs and resting on the skirt of her
school uniform, which because she is seated has risen to just past the
top of her knees.
Pavel leans back in his chair and his face suddenly turns as cold as
stone. Beria, watching from the next room licks his lips as he senses
that the action is about to truly begin. Suddenly angry, Pavel screams
at the girl "LIAR"! Reaching across the table he grabs the girls'
collared white blouse in both hands and pulls her to her feet. Standing,
the girl is only about 5' tall, a foot shorter than the tall and
powerfully built Deputy Commisioner.
Her eyes are level with the rows of battle ribbons and medals across the
breasts of his deep green NKVD uniform.
Everyone in the Soviet Union recognizes the medal signifying The Order
of Lenin. He has been awarded two. They are pinned together directly
over his heart. There are also the epaulettes across his shoulders
signifying his rank as a Peoples Deputy. With that rank comes as one of
its' privileges a seat in the Supreme Soviet and in his case also a seat
on the Central Committee.
By contrast her simple white blouse and black skirt which ends just
below her knees are without adornment, being the austere uniform of a
Party supported Academy for the arts. The girl however needs no
adornment as her beauty is apparent to anyone. She has long beautiful
golden hair, an impossibly thin waist and frame, a chest which seems
improbably large, and legs which even on a tiny girl somehow manage to
appear incredibly long. Her hair hangs over one of her eyes in the style
of Veronica Lake, the American movie star whom she greatly resembles.
Her movies are popular in Moscow theaters today. Though 5 years old now
they are just reaching the public. Platov, Beria, and the rest of the
Party elite had seen them when new and Miss Lake had been a favorite of
Stalin himself.
With both of his hands still clutching the front of her blouse she is
dwarfed by his massive frame as he begins to shake her back and forth.
=A0 "Liar! And by lying to me, a Deputy Commisoner of the NKVD, the
Peoples' ministry entrusted to protect our Revolution from those who
would like to see it destroyed, who alongside the Red Army fought the
Germans who would have made us slaves. The fighting may have ended a
year ago but the war to protect the State from its' enemies continues.
And by lying to me you become a traitor and one of its' enemies every
bit as much as the Germans were!!" Pavel shouts, and while
simultaneously tearing open the front of her blouse and flinging her
back into her chair coldly says "With the same hope of mercy"
The girl appears stunned. Her blouse hangs open, its buttons torn off
and her white bra is revealed, her skirt has flown up to rest high up
her impossibly slender thighs. Her cascading blond hair hides her face
but she is shaking from head to foot. It seems she is so stunned by the
dual horrors of his violent anger and the sudden exposure of her chest
that she is paralyzed by the result.
Beria rises from the chair he had taken for a better look. The girls'
beautiful blond hair and long slender legs which had initially attracted
him to her were as he remembered, what he had decided he simply had to
find out was, "Were there breasts underneath that blouse to match the
perfection that was available to public view?" And since he was who he
was, namely the second most powerful and not coincidentiallly, the
second most feared man in a country ruled by individual power and fear
for 1000 years, he simply decided to find out.
Pavel picks up a green folder off of the table and rounds the table to
approach the shaking girl. Speaking calmly now he says "Since you will
not freely confess it seems I must either convince you to cooperate by
showing you the facts which clearly demonstrate your guilt.. or result
to other...more forcible means." Now standing behind her he opens the
file and slams a photograph down on the table. He grabs the girls hair
in one hand gathering it at the back of her neck and controlling her
head forces it over the table until it is inches from the photo. Again
yelling he asks "Who is this man"?
Shocked out of her stupor and her face again in the rooms' bright light
she begins to sob loudly as she sees the face in the photo. Between sobs
she manages "my father"
"And what is his name"?
"Arkady Zubov".
"And where is this man you call your father"?
Sensing an opprounity to plead her case the girl lifts her head and
looks up at Platov who stands at her right shoulder with his left hand
still holding her hair tightly at the back of her head. Glancing down,
Platov notices that by turning that way in the chair the young girls
breasts though still partially covered by her bra are now straining at
the fabric and promise to be a treat when he's finished with this little
charade.
In the next room Beria too has noticed the girls surprisingly full
breasts, and due to his vantage point he also now has a clear view up
the disarrayed skirt of the young teen. White panties. Beria settles
back into his chair and reaching down unbuttons his pants and puts his
hand inside his underwear massaging his stiff prick.
Not sensing what Platov is truly thinking about the girl says " My
father is dead. He was a Colonel in the Tank Corps under Field Marshal
Zukov. He died on the Eastern Front defending the Motherland. It was
through his sacrifice that I was admitted to the Peoples Academy for the
Arts where you arrested me this morning. You know that only a loyal
citizen wold be admitted to such a prestigious school. We were very
thouroughly checked" she pleads, then dropping her head dissolves back
into sobs.
"Then you must pay for deceiving them also" Pavel mutters. His hand
still in her hair he again forces her attention to the table and drops
the opened file in front of her. "These," he says "are recently decoded
messages, found during our current ocupation of Germany in an
examination of the files of German Army Intelligence. They prove
conclusively that your father betrayed the Motherland and was paid
handsomely in the process. Recruited as a spy by a Volga German whore
inserted into his staff!" reaching into the documents on the table he
pulls out another picture and shows it to her. "This is her picture"
Dropping the photo back to the table his right hand grabs her chin and
again forces her head down to it. "Your fathers German whore".
"And we are also aware that your mothers' family are descended from
noblity for a dozen generations. Living off of the work of the people.
No doubt responsible for your fine features" he says leeringly. Now that
the game is at an end, for the first time he allows his face to register
the lust he has been feeling for this gorgeous little bitch. The girl
can see it in his eyes and her jaw drops a little and the fear returns
to her own eyes. Now looking down it is as if she notices her exposed
breasts for the first time. Instinctively her hands come up to cover her
bra.
"Your family has been living off of the People like parasites for long
enough. Today, that ends." With that his right hand whips up and slaps
the stunned girl across the face. Then spinning her around and onto the
tabletop his hand now reaches for the bra and with a violent tear rips
it from her body leaving ugly red marks under her arms where the
material chafes the skin. The young girls' breasts more than fulfill
their previous promise. The pale white globes actualy look huge lying
firm and pert above her tiny frame and now heaving ribcage. Pavel slides
across the girls prostrate figure, now careful to afford the surely
watching Beria an unobstructed view. Leaving his right leg still splayed
across the girls lower body and the left now on the floor, his left hand
rises to wrap around the frightened girls' throat while the right begins
to explore her heaving breasts.
Her nipples are as red as roses giving a beautiful contrast with her
milky white skin. His thumb and forefinger begin to roughly pinch the
little nubs. Rising of their own accord her nipples now poke out nearly
an inch from her chest. If he could get the rest of her body to respond
like that this could turn out to be one hell of a ride. The girls' face
again registers complete shock and her eyes are now glazed and staring
blankly at the stark white ceiling. It is impossible to tell if it
registeres in her shattered psyche but if she is aware she might notice
a small sign placed on the ceiling directly above her head. It reads, NO
ESCAPE.
Pavel now turns his attention to the lower body of the little girl now
writhing under his right leg. His left hand still pinning her slender
neck to the table, his right moves down her body, stopping finally at
the hem of her raised skirt. Lifting it all of the way up to her stomach
his hand now drops back down to stroke the insides of her muscular
thighs. The skin is incredibly soft, becoming even softer and more
enticing the closer to the top his hand slides. He pauses just before
his hand reaches her panties and the clearly identifiable pubic mound
within, then moves across and begins stroking the other leg. Satisfied,
he reaches for her panties. His hand enters their front from the side
and he bunches the material together inside his fist, tha back of his
hand at the same time rubbing against the young girls' slit, tickled by
fine hairs.
Her body held at the neck and by his leg still lying across hers, the
girl is held down as Pavel wrenches hard, shredding the flimsy material
of her panties and revealing her pussy to the brightly lit room. This
girl is an absolute beauty, even her pussy is beautiful.The fine golden
hairs covering it are sparse and very short, hugging tight to her mound.
His hand reaches down and touches it, his extended index finger running
up and down the length of her slightly moistened slit. The girl now
begins to fight, her legs scissoring to try to gain leverage. Quickly
his hand leaves the struggling girls' snatch, he slaps her again even
more viciously than before. "Stop fighting cunt, I'm about to stuff that
tight little box of yours full of good Peasant cock! I'm going to fuck
you hard, to make you pay for each and every Peasant forced to bow and
scrape before your mothers' ancestors and for every soldier who lost his
life as a result of your fathers' treachery".
Natasha stops fighting but begins shaking again as Pavel spits onto his
right hand and roughly cups her mound, squeezing it and grinding the
heel of his hand in small circles over the top, trapping her clitoris
between the the puffy and flushed lips of her firm little pussy. This
draws a moan from the girl.
Releasing his grip he slides two fingers into her moist sleeve and
twists them sideways. Her pussy pushes back as it tries to regain its'
normal tightly closed shape. The grip is strong, Pavel grins and begins
sawing them back and forth. He finally releases the grip on her neck
with his left hand and moves it down to her breasts and begins to cup
her breasts and pinch her nipples. He finger fucks her for about two
minutes with practiced effect, working and loosening the tight muscles
at the entrance of her vagina. Preparing it for the work to come. She
might not realize it now but he is being kind.
Having prepared her Pavel steps back and after one more appreciative
appraisal of the fine meat layed out before him he unbuttons his
trousers letting the flaps hang open, he wears no undergarments and he
releases his already straining cock. It is at least 8" long and is as
thick as a babies arm. Natasha squeals and shakes her head but she can'
t take her eyes off of it.
Pavel climbs back atop the table and between the young girls' legs,
grabbing her knees and pushing her to the edge of the table until her
head hangs over the side, now level with and only 3 feet away from the
mirrored glass on the far wall in which she sees her own horrified
upside down reflelection and that of Pavel Sudoplatov wielding his
menacing cock over her helpless body. Lifting the legs of the girl over
his shoulders and grabbing her slim hips he aims his hard cock at the
again tightly closed entrance to her pussy. Spreading the lips with his
right hand he slips the tip of his cock just past the opening of her
cunt.
Like on his finger before the young girls' tight pussy fought its'
invader. He kept it there neither pushing in any farther or pulling out,
letting her pussy tire itself out spasming against his prick as he
closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Next he began to toy with her
pussy, teasing it, by putting it in and out between her tightly gripping
lips. Finally, tired of games he releases his grip on her hips and
places them over Natashas' firm breasts grabbing her nipples between
each thumb and forefinger. Now he looks down into her eyes for the first
time since he began his assault on her body."You'll get 10 hard 20 long
and slow and then it's full speed ahead all the way to the finish line"
Seeing in her eyes that she has heard him, Pavel squeezes her tits
hard and pinches the nipples, followed seconds later by his hard cock
plunging all of the way in to the hilt.
Natasha screams and her once tired pussy has again come to life.
Stretched as never before the pussy and buttocks of the young girl
clench and spasm as she tries to escape from his invading member. He
holds her easily with her legs pressed tightly back against his forearms
which each have a firm grip on a nipple and a fine young piece of tit
flesh. Like before he simply waits until the clenching stops and then
repeats the procedure for a couple of minutes until he reaches the count
of ten, each of which he announces just prior to delivery. Natasha
suffers under these vicious blows, each drawing a pained grunt from the
helpless girl, though the grunts grew less breathless as she grew used
to the rythym and at the end seem to be coming from deeper in her
throat, almost like a weight lifter under strain. Groans of effort, like
one might make during defecation,if one were so vocal.
Reaching the count of ten he stops and reminds her "Now 20 long and
slow". Easing back the pressure from her legs which he now allows to
dangle loosely on his shoulders he also relaxes the grip on her breasts
and begins to fondle them softly, savoring their heft, judging their
mass. His fingers are active now, moving over the whole surface of her
breasts, brushing along their sides,dancing across her nipples. Resuming
his count he slowly sinks his cock slowly back into her gripping vagina.
This time able to savor the tightness and sweet velvet texture of this
gorgeous girl.
Natasha now has to strugge to hold up her head which hangs over the side
of the table. As Pavel begins to stroke slowly, back into her pussy, she
manages to catch his eyes. He is staring directly into hers. The look of
anger has faded and unconciously her body starts trying to meet his
downstroke as it comes. He reaches up with his right hand and delivers a
sharp slap to her face, not as hard as the first two slaps, but enough
to get her undivided attention, "Don't help, you fucking slut. You're an
enemy of the People and I am delivering retribution. Revenge for 1000
years of opression of my ancestors by your ancestors. The stiff peasant
cock you deserve". He doesn't want cooperation, the only thing he will
settle for is total surrender.
Pavel resumed the count. Natasha stops moving but can't fight the
reactions occuring in her young body. This being only the second time
she has been "with a man" and the first was really no more than a boy.
Staring up at this big strong man, a Hero of the Republic, a man she
would have been attracted to if she had seen him on the street. And now
this man was having his way with her tiny body and looking into her eyes
with what she could only describe as understanding. It is just too much.
Pavel watches as Natashas' head falls back over the edge of the table
and her shoulders slump. Always the practiced technician he senses what
is coming and brings his right hand down to her cunt and with the nail
on the back ofhis thumb begins to manipulate her clit. Natasha's head
shoots up and her body begins to twitch uncontrollably, wracked by a
massive orgasm, the first she has ever achieved. Her cunt grips on his
cock which he keeps buried in her until the clenching stops then he
resumes his count, again pausing at the beginning and end of each
stroke. Natasha's head now hangs limply over the edge of the table. Once
again, whether she knows it or not he is being kind, preparing her for
the work to come.
Finally reaching the count of 20 after almost 5 mnutes he pulls out of
her competely and crawls backward to the edge of the table, then
grabbing her by the knees agian and pulling her tight little ass up to
him until it hangs over the end. Looping her legs back over his
shoulders he looks into her eyes and says"Now... full speed ahead until
we reach the finish line". He grabs her tiny hands in his and holding
them behind her back under her little ass for leverage his dick slides
back into her tight cunt. He begins pounding into her hard and fast.
As he fucks her he stares deep into her eyes, she returns his stare
without shame. This time as she tries to meet his thrusts he lets her.
They develop a rythym which carries them both to climax. She reaches
first, a long rolling orgasm that merges into a second and then a third.
As she stares into his eyes in awe and wonder, Pavel, as hard a man
with women as exists, suddenly feels sorry for her and decides to try to
save her life. He feels his own climax approaching and as it nears, he
leans over, feeling her breasts against his still uniformed chest. This
also brings his mouth close to her right ear into which he softly
whispers "offer to fuck him...and then thank him when he's done".
Leaning back he again stares into her bewildered eyes, willing her into
silence, she says nothing. He draws his cock out of her and pulling with
his left hand milks himself into his right. Holding the puddled cum in
his hand he walks around the edge of the table and slaps her hard,
spattering cum across the left side of her face and pooling in her
tightly closed eye.
"Traitorous slut" he sneers as he wipes his hand in the tattered remains
of her best blouse. Then rebuttoning his trousers he spits in her face
and walks out, leaving by the door which connects to the surveillance
room. His eyes momentarily shocked by the dark lighting, it takes a
second to make out the figure of Beria, grinning maniacally. "A
beautiful slut isn't she? asked Beria followed by an evil chuckle.
"Absolutely" says Pavel "as always sir you have a great eye for talent".
The two men talk shop for a few minutes while feet away in the next room
Natasha hasn't moved an inch. Her legs still dangle lifelessly over the
edge of the table, her hands still pinned together beneath her ass. The
pale white skin of her breasts still demonstrate the effects of their
rough treatment.
The end of part 1A
Part 1B will consist of Beria conning and then fucking Natasha,and her
recruitment by Pavel into the secret (sexual) service. Again, any
recommendations for how to improve this and following parts will be
appreciated.