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In article <CKB5h.3416$Sw1.1355@newssvr13.news.prodigy.com>,
"cmsix" <cmsix@storiesonline.org> wrote:
Ya think this guy can breath without a reminder?
> An even bigger problem is you don't know which groups to post stories
> in. Your ignorance of usenet is showing.
>
> cmsix
>
> "jmart411" <yahmart1@juno.com> wrote in message
> news:1163318301.154848.284960@f16g2000cwb.googlegroups.com...
> > You have a serious problem in that, you don't understand what type
> > of
> > wickedness you are planting in the minds of men throughout the
> > world.
> > Your ways will not continue though. Mark my word, you will regret
> > that
> > you posted this one day and you will regret it with great
> > bitterness.
> > If you do not, you will not be allowed to live when judgement day
> > comes.
> >
> >
> >
> > bigguy2005@mail.ru wrote:
> >> STORY: Ksenia - Other Things (Mg, pedo, non-cons)
> >> by Baldwin
> >>
> >> This is a work of fiction (based, however on a true story). Read
> >> stories, don't hurt kids.
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >> There is a land far to the north, a land near the dawn and far from
> >> the
> >> throbbing pulsation of modern life. There the winters are fierce
> >> and
> >> long, the summers short and merciless in heat and the over
> >> abundance of
> >> insect life. The settlements and villages flung far across the face
> >> of
> >> distant Siberia know few comforts, their inhabitants live off of
> >> what
> >> they can grow and what little they are able to earn supporting
> >> opulent
> >> business owners who exploit their labor and rape the virgin forests
> >> of
> >> that great land. So much like those forests are the men who destroy
> >> them, old and broken down, who turn their faces from truth and
> >> goodness
> >> for the sake of the moment.
> >>
> >> Ksenia was about nine years old, small for her age and thin, her
> >> drunken father sparing little from his drinking to nurture his
> >> daughter. She had dirty blonde hair which was usually drawn back in
> >> a
> >> careless pigtail and soft blue eyes that had a sad adult look to
> >> them.
> >> If you were to meet her in the street you would find the mature,
> >> sad
> >> look of those eyes set within her young face a paradox not easily
> >> explained and very much impressive, leaving the observer feeling
> >> almost
> >> as though little Ksenia had lived too long and seen too much for
> >> her
> >> tender age of nine.
> >>
> >> This afternoon she was playing with her friend Natasha, setting
> >> little
> >> bits of wood they had fashioned into play boats afloat in puddles
> >> left
> >> by the recent rain. Ksenia was wearing a pair of tight yellow
> >> shorts,
> >> already too small for her and a pale blue tea shirt that had been
> >> too
> >> small for her last summer but which she managed to stretch onto her
> >> thin frame. She squatted next to the murky water, moving her toy
> >> boat
> >> about the puddle with a long stick. Natasha glanced up and then
> >> hissed
> >> at Ksenia.
> >>
> >> "Ksenia, it's your papa." The little girl warned her friend,
> >> looking
> >> worriedly towards the rough looking man coming down the street.
> >> "Natasha, I'll probably need to go home." Ksenia said, standing up
> >> and throwing down her stick. Maybe we can play down by the river
> >> this
> >> evening?"
> >> "All right," Natasha said, looking worriedly as the large man
> >> careened down the street towards them. "I had better be going
> >> home,
> >> though."
> >>
> >> Ksenia nodded her agreement. She had grown used to the fact that
> >> whenever her father showed up everyone else seemed to want to
> >> leave.
> >> She turned towards the drunken figure and prepared herself for what
> >> she
> >> intuitively knew was coming. The man drug himself forward,
> >> stumbling
> >> over himself and nearly falling several times. With great effort
> >> and
> >> mounting rage he closed in on the little girl. Ksenia wondered if
> >> she
> >> should run away, but then she would just get in more trouble when
> >> he
> >> found her later. She bit her lower lip and shifted her weight from
> >> foot
> >> to foot.
> >>
> >> "You little bitch!" bellowed the man. "I've been lookin' for you
> >> all over!" He grabbed her by her arm and shook her violently.
> >> Ksenia
> >> felt like her head was going to snap off but knew from experience
> >> that
> >> it wouldn't. "Look at me you little hussy," he shouted into her
> >> face, continuing to shake her. "I won't have you running away not
> >> having your chores done. I feed and clothe you and the least you
> >> could
> >> do is a few chores. Shit!"
> >> "I'm sorry papa; I was just playing with..."
> >> "Shut up, bitch!" He shouted at her. "Get your little butt home,
> >> now!"
> >> "Yes, papa." She said, a tear forming in the corner of her eye.
> >>
> >> Sergey Pushkarov shoved his daughter ahead of him and slowly
> >> staggered
> >> behind her towards their little cabin on the edge of town. Life was
> >> not
> >> what it used to be. It seemed that after every binge his body ached
> >> more and more. He needed to get some more alcohol or he was sure he
> >> would die from his upcoming hangover. The trouble was that he had
> >> no
> >> money and no merchant or boot leg dealer would advance him any more
> >> credit.
> >>
> >> When Sergey lagged a bit behind her, Ksenia took off running
> >> arriving
> >> several minutes before him and began to clean. Sergey stumbled in
> >> the
> >> door and smiled.
> >> "That's my good little girl, gets right to her chores!" He grinned
> >> a
> >> toothy, yellow smile and pushed her to the side as he made his way
> >> across their little kitchen, through the rag curtain into the
> >> single
> >> bedroom. Ksenia heard him throw himself down on the metal spring
> >> bed
> >> and took a deep sigh of relief as she heard him begin to snore. She
> >> would have several hours to get things in order before he was awake
> >> again.
> >>
> >>
> >> The sun had turned an orange color as evening began to creep up on
> >> the
> >> little village. Night, at this time of year would only by an
> >> intermittent twilight between dusk and dawn, but the heat was
> >> subsiding
> >> and the bugs were out humming in fathomless hordes. Ksenia had
> >> spent
> >> the better part of four hours cleaning the kitchen space, and the
> >> living room. She had tirelessly collected vodka bottles and beer
> >> cans
> >> and spirits jugs. They had almost no furniture, and no rugs or
> >> carpets,
> >> the single table in the kitchen, a broken TV stand in the living
> >> room,
> >> the single bed in the bedroom (and that without a proper mattress)
> >> and
> >> a mismatched assortment of half broken chairs was all that the
> >> demon of
> >> alcoholism had not devoured. After collecting the garbage left from
> >> a
> >> weeks binge she swept and mopped, cleaning away vomit and dried
> >> human
> >> refuse. Why did papa have to drink so much, she thought. Why
> >> couldn't
> >> he be like other fathers and work and repair his house and buy good
> >> food and a pretty little dress for her. She felt tired, weary of
> >> life
> >> at the tender age of nine.
> >>
> >> Ksenia could remember better times, though only vaguely. She
> >> remembered
> >> a nice woman she had called mother. She remembered a clean house
> >> and a
> >> nice couch and a thick rug. The house she thought was different,
> >> with
> >> bright wallpaper and colored floors, not at all like the dingy
> >> faded
> >> and torn paper that barely adorned their walls or the chafed and
> >> checked up wooden floors of their current dwelling. She remembered
> >> candy and oranges and a life without care, clean sheets and her own
> >> bed, a real bed, not the pile of rags she slept on in the living
> >> room.
> >> But of all the memories the best was of the woman she called
> >> mother,
> >> how she would sit on her lap and the woman would hold her close and
> >> softly stroke her hair and tell her nice stories and call her
> >> precious
> >> names, which Ksenia had all but forgotten. The girl wiped a rag
> >> across
> >> the kitchen table, her other hand dashing away a tear. She could
> >> still
> >> cry. A few more years and gentle little Ksenia would forget even
> >> that.
> >>
> >> Sergey moaned and snorted from behind the rag partition. Ksenia
> >> scanned
> >> the kitchen, hoping beyond hope that he would like what he saw. She
> >> stood by the table, looking attentively to the curtain, waiting for
> >> her
> >> father to emerge from his room. She heard him slide his feet off
> >> the
> >> bed, groaning all the while. She heard the floor boards' creek as
> >> he
> >> stood up. She heard him shuffle forward. His hand brushed the rag
> >> curtain aside.
> >> "Oh," he moaned, rubbing his blood shot eyes and running a hand
> >> across his face. "My head hurts." He stumbled across the room and
> >> dropped onto a stool next to the table. Ksenia made sure to stay
> >> just
> >> out of his reach, just in case.
> >> "Been keeping yourself busy, ah?" Sergey mumbled, looking sideways
> >> at his daughter. Where's dinner?" He looked at her, waiting for an
> >> answer.
> >> "Papa, there wasn't anything in the cupboards..." her voice trailed
> >> off as she realized her excuses wouldn't do anything but anger him.
> >> "What," Sergey squinted at her disdainfully. "You didn't make
> >> anything at all! I don't know what I keep you around for. You good
> >> for
> >> nothing little hussy. I should just ..." his voice trailed off as
> >> the
> >> insanity of his demands began to sink into his alcohol soaked
> >> brain. Or
> >> maybe he just lost track of his thoughts. At any rate he left her
> >> alone, laying his throbbing head on the table.
> >>
> >> Ksenia was just waiting for him to leave. She hoped to meet up with
> >> Natasha down at the river. It was already getting late and
> >> Natasha's
> >> parents wouldn't let her stay out too long. If only he would go
> >> back to
> >> bed. Or go out. Or fall asleep at the table. She really did not
> >> care;
> >> she just hoped she could get to see her friend again.
> >>
> >> A step sounded on the path outside, the rickety gate, hanging by
> >> one
> >> hinge, leading into their yard cracked open and scraped closed.
> >> Ksenia
> >> hoped it might be one of her father's drinking friends, then she
> >> could
> >> slip away without Sergey noticing. A light, confident step came up
> >> to
> >> the front door.
> >>
> >> Even before he was at the door, Ksenia knew who it was. It had to
> >> be
> >> Dimitri Rukasuev. She could tell by his stride, and the fact that
> >> he
> >> went to the trouble to close the gate. Dimitri was a nice man,
> >> about
> >> twenty-five. As tall as her father but much leaner, all his muscles
> >> toned. He was clean and always smelled like cologne. His black hair
> >> was
> >> always slicked back, his dark eyes flashing in his well-tanned
> >> face. He
> >> always wore a nice exercise suite and a light t-shirt. Ksenia
> >> didn't
> >> mind Dimitri, he was always nice to her and she never remembered
> >> him
> >> being drunk. He loaned her father money and sometimes gave him
> >> vodka in
> >> exchange for house hold items. He always gave her some candy.
> >> Recently
> >> she had noticed him watching her. It made her feel awkward.
> >>
> >> A quick rap sounded on the doorpost and then a young man stepped
> >> in,
> >> not waiting to be admitted. Sergey turned to see who the intruder
> >> was.
> >> "Ah, Dimitri, what did you come over for?" Sergey grinned up at the
> >> young man painfully, eying a large plastic sack that Dimitri
> >> carried.
> >> Could he make out the contour of a bottle in the bag? Maybe two!
> >> "Hello, old man, off your binge yet?" queried Dimitri, offering his
> >> hand. Sergey leaned over and shook the young man's hand, while
> >> waving
> >> him in, offering him the seat across from him.
> >> "Nah, not really a binge you know, just a bit of fun. But I could
> >> use a drink to help my head ache." Sergey rubbed his eyes, his
> >> hands
> >> shaking as he did, betraying the fact that his "little fun" had
> >> lasted far too long.
> >> "You know Sergey, I'm not a philanthropist." Dimitri smiled,
> >> setting
> >> the plastic bag on the table and pulling it down a bit, revealing
> >> its
> >> contents. The bag contained a stick of sausage, a generous slice of
> >> cheese, a small jar of pickles, a loaf of white bread, a plastic
> >> jug of
> >> Baltic 5 beer and two nice looking bottles of elite vodka. Once
> >> Sergey
> >> had a chance to register all the contents of the bag, Dimitri
> >> closed it
> >> up again and removed it from the table.
> >> "A philanthi-what?" questioned Sergey, eying the bag as it settled
> >> next to Dimitri on the floor. Dimitri could only partially mask the
> >> disgust he felt for Sergey. With a patronizing smirk, Dimitri
> >> turned to
> >> where little Ksenia sat, squatting in the corner near the brick
> >> stove,
> >> obviously trying to make herself scarce. Reaching into his pocket
> >> and
> >> pulling out several small caramel flavored sugar candies, Dimitri
> >> reached a hand towards the girl.
> >> "Here you go, Ksenia, have some candy." Ksenia stood up and took
> >> the
> >> candy from the man's hand.
> >> "Thank you." She mumbled, looking at the floor. As she took the
> >> candy she could almost feel his eyes moving over her. She did not
> >> like
> >> the way he looked at her, how his eyes wondered from her face. She
> >> could feel the heat rising in her cheeks and a tingling of fear and
> >> excitement ran through her. Sergey was annoyed at the obvious
> >> distraction his daughter had become. He needed the drink that lay
> >> so
> >> close and yet so far away. He needed to get Dimitri back on track.
> >> "Get into the bedroom and clean up, you beggar!" he growled out at
> >> the girl. Ksenia scurried into the bedroom, glad to be out of reach
> >> of
> >> her father. She was also glad to be secluded from the eyes of
> >> Dimitri,
> >> if only by a thin rag curtain. She began to straighten up as the
> >> men
> >> continued to talk.
> >> "No need to be so harsh to the child, Sergey." Dimitri said, a
> >> smile
> >> in his voice, mockery in his tone.
> >> "I need a drink, Dimitri." Sergey whined, rubbing his hands
> >> together, looking imploringly at the young man.
> >> "I said, I am no saint, I don't give something for nothing."
> >> Dimitri
> >> said casually, looking Sergey in the eye, tracing designs with his
> >> finger on the table. How desperate was the old man. He needed to
> >> discover that, to draw him out.
> >> "You know I don't have anything. You bought a lot of my stuff. I
> >> don't have anything left. Come on, have mercy, for Christ's sake!"
> >> Sergey's tone of whining had declined to a whimper, making him
> >> sound
> >> altogether ridiculous. What a man won't do for a good drink,
> >> Dimitri
> >> thought, hating Sergey more with every word he said in his debasing
> >> tone.
> >> "I wouldn't say you don't have anything," Dimitri smirked again,
> >> glancing about the hovel. You may have something of great value,
> >> something I really want."
> >> "Well...I don't know...how about a hundred grams worth of vodka
> >> while we discuss it?" Sergey bargained, rubbing his hands and
> >> running
> >> his fingers through his disheveled, greasy hair. Dimitri waved his
> >> hand, brushing aside the suggestion.
> >> "Yes, you have something of value, something worth the bottles and
> >> the beer and snacks in this bag," Dimitri tugged on the plastic
> >> sack,
> >> giving emphasis to his meaning. Sergey's eyes moved franticly now
> >> between Dimitri's grin and the bulging plastic bag. The contents
> >> were
> >> far more valuable than a lot of money. There wasn't a single
> >> merchant
> >> in town who he could go to with money and get drink. He had large
> >> debts
> >> everywhere. He could really have a nice time with a few bottles and
> >> a
> >> bit of food to wash it all down with. He felt his headache getting
> >> worse, his hands were shaking, he felt sick. He needed to drink.
> >> He'd
> >> die if he didn't get some more alcohol!
> >> "Stop playing with me, Dimitri!" Sergey said, his voice betraying
> >> his desperation and panic. "I need some drink. None of the stores
> >> will advance me any more credit. I need to have a bottle. Come on,
> >> have
> >> pity!"
> >> "How much are you willing to give me for this," Dimitri questioned,
> >> toying with his prey, holding the bag up.
> >> "Anything I have. Anything!"
> >> "Anything in this house?" Dimitri glanced about, as though
> >> inspecting the offered goods.
> >> "Yes, God damn it! Yes, anything!" Dimitri lifted the bag to the
> >> table, and leaned forward as though he wanted to tell Sergey a
> >> secret.
> >> His smirk vanished, the playfulness in his voice disappeared, his
> >> features became hard and serious.
> >> "There is only one thing you have that I want." Dimitri's voice
> >> was calm, almost sinister.
> >> "I SAID, ANYTHING. Name your price." Sergey panted. Dimitri nodded
> >> his head in the direction of the bedroom, looking Sergey closely in
> >> the
> >> eye, measuring up the drunk.
> >> "I want to spend an hour or so with the girl." His voice was barely
> >> above a whisper. Sergey sat back, his head ceased throbbing, if
> >> only
> >> for a minute. Had he heard Dimitri correctly? He wrinkled up his
> >> forehead.
> >> "Did you say you wanted to have..."
> >> "Yes, you heard me right. I want to screw the little girl." Dimitri
> >> leaned back a bit. "That is if you want what I brought."
> >> "You're a pervert Dimitri." Sergey couldn't believe it. This was
> >> incredible. Unbelievable not only that Dimitri would want to fuck
> >> his
> >> daughter but that he could even see that she was cute!
> >> "And you're a drunk, Sergey." Dimitri didn't raise his voice but
> >> his
> >> tone was hard. "Do we have a deal, or should I leave?"
> >> "You wouldn't really expect me to sell my only little daughter to
> >> you for..."
> >> "You threaten to kill the poor little thing every day. Why not make
> >> use of her? I want the girl. You want the bottles. It's as simple
> >> as
> >> that." Dimitri waited a minute; Sergey's hands were shaking again.
> >> "Or I can just go home."
> >> "No Dimitri, no...I'll...you can...I got to have a bottle."
> >> ` "Do we have a deal?"
> >> "She's just a little girl...I..."
> >> "Make up your mind, Sergey. I won't wait all night." Saying that
> >> Dimitri stood up, catching the plastic bag off the table.
> >> "You...you can have her." Sergey barely mumbled out the words.
> >> "I knew you would be reasonable." Dimitri set the bag on the table.
> >> "You gonna take her to your house?" Sergey mumbled, reaching for
> >> the bag.
> >> "No fool, I'll do her here. What do you think people would start to
> >> think if I took her to my house?"
> >> "Here...?" Sergey was working the metal cap off of a vodka bottle.
> >> "Yes, here. You have a bed, right?"
> >> "Yah, in the bedroom, behind you." Sergey threw back his head and
> >> took a deep swig of fiery drink.
> >> "Alright, I won't be long then." Dimitri turned toward the curtain.
> >> "Dimitri," Sergey said, his voice quiet, the drink just beginning
> >> to settle in. "Be careful. She is really pretty young."
> >> "Don't worry friend, I'll be real careful."
> >>
> >> Ksenia had cleaned up the little bedroom, spreading the coats and
> >> old
> >> blankets on the bed and sweeping the garbage into the corner. She
> >> didn't dare go out. She had not been interested in what the men
> >> were
> >> saying until she heard her father talking about his "only little
> >> daughter." Why were they talking about her? The fear began rising
> >> in
> >> her stomach. She wanted to run away. Something was not going right,
> >> a
> >> foreboding was settling over her like a thick morning fog. More of
> >> the
> >> conversation came to her. Why would she need to go to Dimitri's
> >> house?
> >> What does 'screw' mean? Be careful? What was Dimitri going to do?
> >>
> >> She could see his form on the other side of the curtain. He turned,
> >> his
> >> hand pulling away the curtain. For an instant he stood framed in
> >> the
> >> doorway. She sat on the bed. He looked her over intensely, as
> >> though he
> >> would eat her with his eyes. For an instant, Ksenia saw her father
> >> looking past Dimitri towards her. But just for an instant. He
> >> turned
> >> his head away and took another swig.
> >>
> >> The curtain fell into place behind Dimitri. He stepped forward and
> >> sat
> >> down on the bed beside her. Ksenia slipped off the bed, making as
> >> to go
> >> but Dimitri caught her by the arm and pulled her around to face
> >> him.
> >> Ksenia," he said, his voice overly soft. "You are going to have to
> >> play with me for a little bit." With his free hand he began to
> >> stroke
> >> her hair. "I bought you for an hour or so and I need to play with
> >> you."
> >> "I don't want to play..." She mumbled, looking at her toes,
> >> cringing
> >> at his touch and wanting nothing else but to fly away.
> >> "You have to. Your Papa told me I could and you have to do what
> >> papa
> >> says, right?" Dimitri placed a finger under Ksenia little chin and
> >> lifted her head up, catching her gaze with his eyes. "You got to do
> >> what I say, little one. No matter what." He almost whispered these
> >> words. Ksenia felt panic rising in her, she wanted to disappear.
> >> She
> >> had no idea what kind of 'playing' Dimitri had in mind but she
> >> knew
> >> she wanted none of it. She wanted to hide.
> >>
> >> Dimitri spread his legs and pulled Ksenia close. He held her firmly
> >> by
> >> the arm with one hand while the other continued to stroke her hair
> >> and
> >> face. He could tell the girl was afraid, that she was near panic.
> >> But
> >> he also could see she had no idea what he was going to do. Why try
> >> to
> >> explain. She would understand it all well enough in just a few more
> >> minutes.
> >>
> >> Dimitri had yearned for this moment for years. Now the time had
> >> come,
> >> finally! He stroked the her hair, running his fingers lightly
> >> through
> >> the loose blond strands that seemed so fine and delicate to him.
> >> His
> >> hand moved with the natural flow of her hair to her back where he
> >> marveled at the fine curve of her spine and the delicate fragility
> >> of
> >> her frame. Her ran is fingers lightly along the bare skin of the
> >> little
> >> girl's arm and once more stroked her back.
> >>
> >> Dimitri released his tight grip and quickly embraced the child
> >> completely, pressing her close to him, feeling the smallness of her
> >> frame against his. He ran both hands along her back and sides,
> >> slowly
> >> spreading his fingers, as though absorbing every inch of the little
> >> frame. Ksenia gasped and began to shake almost uncontrollably when
> >> one
> >> of those hands, grasped her butt. Dimitri massaged the tight little
> >> ass
> >> slowly with one hand, then brought the other down and massaged her.
> >> "Papa, papa!" the little girl suddenly cried in anguish.
> >> "Shut up bitch!" came Sergey's voice from behind the curtain,
> >> slurred with drink. "You're nothing but a whore any way." he
> >> mumbled. Ksenia's last hope for rescue stood up and turned his back
> >> on her helpless plight, turned his back and left the room,
> >> preferring
> >> to drink on the porch, further away from the conscience prodding
> >> sounds
> >> of his baby girl getting fucked.
> >>
> >> "Shhhh," cooed Dimitri, never letting go. "None of that now. You
> >> be quiet and we'll have fun. If you keep this noise up I'll have to
> >> hurt you, alright?" Dimirti used his sugar voice in saying this but
> >> there was something about his tone, his hard hands holding her that
> >> convinced the girl that Dimitri meant business.
> >>
> >> The ever intrusive hands began to moves again. Dimitri ran his
> >> hands
> >> around her and began to stroke her side and her chest. He pushed
> >> lightly on her breasts or where they would be in a few years.
> >> Dimitri
> >> pressed his thumbs into the little girl's chest feeling at the
> >> little
> >> buds that had formed.
> >> "Please...no." She whimpered.
> >> "Shhhh, Quiet now." Dimitri sighed back, his voice not much louder
> >> than the heavy breathing coming from his lips. He ran his hands
> >> down to
> >> her waist and he took hold of the edge of her tight shirt. He
> >> pulled it
> >> up. She didn't resist, every fiber in her being telling her that to
> >> resist meant pain. He pulled the shirt up and off of her and
> >> breathed
> >> heavily as he ran his hands over her now bare chest. The tiny
> >> nipples
> >> beginning to stand erect covered in goose bumps. He ran his hands
> >> along
> >> her sides and back, feeling the warmth of her body. He leaned
> >> forward
> >> and began to kiss her chest, suckling on her tiny nipples, rubbing
> >> her
> >> back and pressing her body into his face as he lapped on her. He
> >> licked
> >> his way up to her collar bone and neck and finally her face. He put
> >> a
> >> hand to the back of her head and began kissing her lips. She tried
> >> to
> >> jerk away but a strong hand grasping her hair compelled her to
> >> still
> >> herself.
> >>
> >> Finding it little fun to kiss on unwilling mouth he moved back
> >> down. He
> >> held her by the hips and kissed her chest. Dimitri was breathing
> >> hard.
> >> He was shaking with passion. His manhood ached. He had meant for
> >> this
> >> time to last but he simply needed to finish it; to be inside of
> >> her; to
> >> feel her small body taking him in.
> >>
> >> He moved his hands once more over her naked top, once more
> >> marveling at
> >> the delicate beauty of the child. He took her by the shoulders and
> >> pulling her around, laid her on the bed. He quickly stood up and
> >> stripped off his sports jacket and t-shirt, revealing a muscular,
> >> taught body. Ksenia watched with a mixture of disbelief and terror
> >> as
> >> his slipped out of his slick running pants. He paused for a moment.
> >> His
> >> boxer shorts tented out over his erect manhood, looking down at the
> >> object of his lust.
> >> "I'm going to fuck you little girl," he said in a deep hoarse
> >> voice. "I'm going to fuck you for all your worth!"
> >>
> >> Dimitri quickly stripped off his underwear and approached the bed.
> >> He
> >> leaned over the shaking girl who had curled up in a fetal position,
> >> turning her face away from the approaching man. He gently but
> >> forcibly
> >> pushed her into a straight laying position. He ran his hands over
> >> her
> >> side and her chest, rubbing the little buds, like unopened roses,
> >> he
> >> thought. He slid his hands down the trembling frame and grasped her
> >> little shorts by the waist band. Extracting a little yelp of terror
> >> from the girl he pulled the shorts down, along with her panties, in
> >> one
> >> stroke, and discarded them on the floor.
> >>
> >> "Please no, please stop!" the naked girl almost screamed, trying to
> >> cover herself with her hands, curling up again. Dimitri quickly
> >> grabbed
> >> her arms and pushed them down, pinning her flat on her back on the
> >> bed.
> >> He then forced her legs apart with his body and lay out on top of
> >> her.
> >> She trembled and shook under him, her little convulsions driving
> >> him to
> >> deeper levels of passion. The time for words was over.
> >>
> >> He felt her little body under him. Her warm, small frame so
> >> helpless
> >> yet so fresh and perfectly toned. Her whole body shuddered as
> >> though
> >> she were containing some convulsive sobs. Dimitri frantically
> >> began
> >> kissing her face, her neck her chests, his hands running along her
> >> side. He moved lower, feeling her thighs and legs, back up to her
> >> sides
> >> and chest, those buds of breasts to be, a little flesh so perfectly
> >> silky!
> >>
> >> Dimitri had longed dreamed of this moment; he had dreamt of making
> >> his
> >> first time with a preteen girl last. He had imagined that she would
> >> suck him, and that he would eat her, then he would screw her brains
> >> out. But now, with the trembling nine year old naked beneath him,
> >> her
> >> legs spread by his lower body, her petite little arms held firmly
> >> by
> >> his hands, he found he had very little control.
> >>
> >> Dimitri quickly, panting heavily now his organ dripping pre cum,
> >> ran
> >> one hand down Ksenia's front, and slipped between her legs. He
> >> fondled her a bit, causing the girl to squirm and writhe under him.
> >> She
> >> was wet too, aroused at such a tender age. Suddenly he couldn't
> >> wait.
> >> He couldn't take it slow. He had to have her.
> >>
> >> He slid down a bit, sitting up slightly on his knees. He put his
> >> left
> >> hand firmly on the girl's chest, one of her little nipples between
> >> his thumb and forefinger, and took hold of his member with his
> >> right
> >> hand. He leaned forward, aiming at the tight little hairless bulge
> >> of
> >> flesh, pushing her legs apart with his knees, Dimitri pushed hard
> >> on
> >> Ksenia.
> >>
> >> The first attempt slid up her crotch, Ksenia was growing more
> >> frantic,
> >> almost thrashing about. Dimitri held himself for the next shove,
> >> this
> >> time bending low over the girl and sliding his whole body forward.
> >> His
> >> thick man-meat struck the tight folds of the virgin child's
> >> entrance,
> >> and penetrated. Dimitri groaned, he felt as though he was shoving
> >> his
> >> cock into a tightly squeezed fist.
> >>
> >> Ksenia suddenly grew still. Her eyes bulged and her mouth gaped
> >> open.
> >> She breathed in a huge gulp of air, as though by expanding her
> >> lungs
> >> she could somehow make room for the intrusion below. She lifted her
> >> head off the make shift mattress, and tried to see where the
> >> intrusion
> >> into her tiny body had been made, But Dimitri covered her, his head
> >> almost on her shoulder.
> >>
> >> O my god, o my god, o my god, kept screaming through Dimitri's
> >> brain.
> >> He gritted his teeth and pushed forward, waves of spasms running
> >> through his body. The tiny vagina entrance held his cock so tight
> >> he
> >> felt like curling up around her, his arms and legs twisting
> >> involuntarily. He felt the virgin barrier to his progress. He
> >> quickly
> >> slid both hands under the child's shoulders, and holding her by the
> >> shoulders, his hands behind her, himself prone on top of her,
> >> Dimitri
> >> pulled her down and slid heavily forward and in.
> >>
> >> Ksenia screamed and began to cry. Dimitri rolled his head in
> >> ecstasy,
> >> groaning, gritting his teeth and gasping for air. The child was
> >> sobbing, she was pushing up on him but he hardly noticed. Dimitri
> >> pulled out as far as he dare and rammed in, grinding into her
> >> preteen
> >> womb, their pelvic bones meeting. With every thrust forward he
> >> pulled
> >> on the child; she raised her head, eyes spreading wide, mouth
> >> gasping
> >> for air every time Dimitri slid into her.
> >>
> >> The sensation of the lithe nine year old pinned beneath him,
> >> impaled on
> >> his cock, her tighter than explainable vagina clamping
> >> spasmodically on
> >> his cock, her smooth, flawless flesh pressed against his own hairy
> >> chest, her hands grasping him, her legs thrashing about him, her
> >> little
> >> body rising and falling in his arms with every stroke drove Dimitri
> >> to
> >> climax far too quickly. Slamming himself deep into her he suddenly
> >> groaned and gasped through puckered lips as his whole body tensed
> >> and
> >> relaxed, ejaculating stream after stream of semen into the tiny
> >> womb.
> >>
> >> Ksenia's vagina clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed around
> >> Dimitri's cock, milking it of his semen. He panted, licking her
> >> face
> >> and ears, running his hands through her hair and along her body.
> >> Ksenia
> >> panted and cried, her little body shaking under the weight of her
> >> first
> >> man.
> >>
> >> Sergey stood in the kitchen, looking at the two coupled obscenely
> >> on
> >> the bed, his senses befuddled by the alcohol. His daughter was a
> >> woman.
> >> He was hard and toyed with his pant zipper.
> >>
> >> Two men were passing the little house on the outskirts of town.
> >> They
> >> were dressed in fishing gear, with tall rubber boots and mosquito
> >> nets,
> >> fishing tackle and poles slung over their shoulders. The sounds of
> >> a
> >> young girl's sobs and cries of pain came muffled from the cabin.
> >> "Old drunk Sergey beaten' the kid again," said one, turning his
> >> head slightly towards the cabin.
> >> "Some one should report him." Said the other, glancing at the
> >> cabin, and then to his friend.
> >> "Maybe." Said the first. "I have enough problems of my own
> >> though, you know?" The topic changed to other unimportant things,
> >> other things, and other lives. The two walked down the steep bank
> >> and
> >> up the river. They passed a little girl who was playing with a toy
> >> boat. She said hello politely and they returned the favor. The two
> >> walked on down the river. Natasha swatted flies and played for a
> >> few
> >> more minutes. Ksenia hadn't come; Natasha couldn't wait for her
> >> friend any longer, she had a mother at home who would be waiting
> >> for
> >> her. She had to get home to other things.
> >>
> >>
> >> _____________________
> >>
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