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story_codes: M/g (7), first, cons

story_intro: Nikolai makes his first trip to Japan to formalize a business agreement with a Yakuza boss. There, he makes the intimate acquaintance with a tattooed little girl of remarkable talent.

story_language: English




The Commissar, part 3: Little Dragon

Written by madvlad


	The hand on Nikolai's shoulder was firm as he was shaken awake. The old man grunted and mumbled something to let his housekeeper know she had done her job. Years ago, they had both learned that calling his name took too long to penetrate his robust snoring and that a few good shoves did the trick better.

	"Is Alexei here, yet?" he asked in the dark. Only a dim shaft of light from the partially open door provided any illumination.

	"No, Commissar," the woman said, addressing him by the honorary title within the syndicate. "But he phoned to say he was on his way to take you to the airport."

	Nikolai switched on a bedside lamp, blinking in the sudden light as he sat upright. The housekeeper told him she would make a small breakfast and he replied with a nod. She glanced at the small form lying next to her boss.

	"It looks like Tatiana will be having a later breakfast," she mused with a grin. "You should take her with you, Commissar." 

	"It's two in the morning, Henka," Nikolai replied. "It's much too early to have a grumpy, sleep-deprived child on my hands."

	"Or elsewhere," she retorted, a light glint in her eyes showing some humor. 

	Many people thought Russians were a humorless lot, Nikolai reflected. But there was plenty of it enough in his people, even if they didn't show it in constantly braying laughter as many in the West were wont to do.

	And Henka never minded at all that her employer had a five year-old girl as his bedmate. She had been around for a while too and had seen men - and women - do far worse things. And far from being mistreated, little Tatiana was rarely less than happy since she came to live with her "uncle" Nikolai in his dacha a month earlier. And when they were in bed, she was always happy, especially when they played any variation of her favorite game, "Mama and Papa".

	In his advancing years, Nikolai had been somewhat perturbed to find that when his erections were completely stiff, his penis lacked the girth it had once had. The paid women he occasionally used wisely never made mention of it. But, as he had recently discovered, it allowed him relatively easy access into the miniature orifices of little girls. Although he had enjoyed some older preteens in the past, he was now able to go younger, like with the five year-old Swiss tyke he had recently lap-fucked in front of her father, a banker who had thought he could skim from the syndicate's profits. This had occurred shortly before he met Tatiana.

	
Tatiana was the only child of Sergey Malenkov and his wife, Oksana. Sergey was a now deceased but unlamented strongman in the syndicate whose years of violence and mayhem ended with a neatly performed execution by Nikolai's protg, Alexei, in front of Nikolai's desk. The mother, Oksana, had the maternal instincts of a shark and preferred to run off to the Mediterranean to spend Malenkov's remaining assets. This left poor young Tatiana abandoned in the hall outside of Nikolai's office after her mother left. 

	The old spy-turned mob intelligence boss had taken the waif home with him. By midnight, the tot had learned about the mysterious things that mothers and fathers do and had cum twice thanks to Uncle Nikolai's skillful fondling and had been relieved of her virginity with the old man's cock skewering her tiny pussy. Tatiana instantly took a precocious liking to his game, squealing and wriggling as she felt the hot bursts of her first insemination deep inside her little body.

	Nikolai drew down the bed covers, revealing Tatiana as she slept on her belly. Since that first night, the little girl had taken to sleeping in the nude, whether she and her uncle played their special games or not. The old man enjoyed the warmth and smoothness of the child's small form when she inevitably snuggled next to him. Knowing she'd be upset if he didn't say goodbye, he reached down, cupped a bubbly little buttock and squeezed.

	Tatiana snuffled as she awoke, cracking open one blue eye to stare balefully at the person who had disturbed her slumber. Seeing it was Uncle Nikolai, she yawned and sat upright, brushing a lock of blonde hair from her eyes. She was unmindful of how her legs were spread, putting the bald perfection of her tiny quim on display. But Nikolai noticed well. However, it took him longer than it used to be to get hard enough for sex, especially if penetrating the smallness of a five year-old and he had places to be.

	Tatiana looked at him before shyly biting her bottom lip as she usually did when she was about to ask for something she thought was really huge. It was always something inconsequential like a second helping of dessert, but Nikolai enjoyed pretending to think it over first and keep the girl in suspense.

	"Uncle Nikolai, could you get me a present in Japan?"

	When Nikolai arched one bushy eyebrow, Tatiana hurriedly added "please" to her request. Nikolai was a stickler for manners. The old man thought about what treasures the Land of the Rising Sun had to offer before replying.

	"And what would you like? Pearls? Silks? High-end electronics?"

	Tatiana chewed her lip a little more.

	"A doll. I'd like a doll from Japan. Like a Japanese girl."

	"A doll," Nikolai mused, rubbing his chin. "I make no promises for such a lofty request, but I shall try."

	Tatiana responded with a kiss on his cheek before burrowing under the blankets. By the time Nikolai was dressed, she was already sound asleep.

	He went toward the dining room as he heard Alexei's voice and Henka's answering laugh. The young man had good looks and a charming manner to match. Nikolai had no doubt that Alexei could bed any nearly any female he wanted and the man had shown an interest in those of ages varying from the fifties to as young as eleven in the case of the Swiss banker's older daughter from a month earlier. 

	Alexei and Tatiana got along famously and Nikolai suspected the girl had a crush - or whatever passed for a crush with one so young - on him. Should anything happen to him, Nikolai knew she'd be in good hands (in every sense) with Alexei. Not that Nikolai brooded over death - he had grown up with it as a young boy in the Battle of Stalingrad and had often been in contact with it (or even instigated it) during his KGB and syndicate years. But as he was closer to eighty then seventy now, his last day was a practical matter he had made arrangements for.

	He entered the dining room, pleased to find that Alexei did not have Henka bent over the table. Drinking some tea, he listened while the younger man briefed him on some of the other syndicate activities. After they were done and riding in the car, Alexei went over the details once again concerning Hiro, a chieftain in the Yakuza, or Japanese mafia. There was nothing new to report, but Nikolai always insisted on a final briefing to keep the information fresh in his mind. Too many of the younger generation relied on their smart phones but Nikolai knew well that a meeting between two powerful men was no place to be hurriedly tapping for information on little hand-held gadgets. 

	"With the Japanese, it's all about honor. The details of our deal with Hiro's organization have already been negotiated, but they put huge stock in having a man of your reputation traveling to Japan to cement the thing."

	"I didn't know the Japanese were such big fans of the KGB," Nikolai noted wryly, earning a humorous snort from his protg.

	
Nikolai's visit to Tokyo went exactly as planned, which mildly disappointed the spymaster as he preferred to have a few things go awry as a form of staying sharp while dealing with the unexpected. Although twenty years his junior, Hiro had impressed Nikolai with his combination of wisdom and open-mindedness and of strength and restraint. The partnership, in Nikolai's carefully construed opinion, would be a fruitful one for both parties.

	After two days of busy meetings and banquets, Nikolai and Hiro retired in the afternoon to Hiro's house, where Nikolai was staying. They were in his enclosed garden in the back when a very young girl entered carrying a tray with a sake bottle and two cups. She was an exquisite little thing with glossy ebony hair and unusually fair skin. She kept her head bowed as she set the tray down and carefully filled the cups.

	It wasn't until she offered Nikolai a porcelain cup balanced in her tiny hands that he noticed that her eyes were a startlingly bright blue. He remained silent as the girl then gave Hiro his cup before she knelt at the low table, arranging her white, embroidered silk kimono neatly and keeping her head bowed.

	"Akira," Hiro said to the girl in Russian. "I believe our guest finds your eyes entrancing, please raise you head."

	Akira did as she was told, calming looking at Nikolai. Her delicate face had a touch of pink in the cheeks, but the rest of her skin was the color of new milk. Along with their color, her eyes were largely round from whatever Caucasian genes she had inherited, but they retained just enough of a fold in the corners to speak of her Asian heritage.

	"Have you ever seen 'Memoirs of a Geisha'?" Hiro asked.

	Nikolai vaguely remembered hearing about the film. Ah yes, the poster had a picture of a Japanese woman with eyes as blue as Akira's. He had found the photo alluring, but his interest in geishas was not in their life stories. As usual, his mind weighed the possibilities and limits of deceit. While he was reluctant to admit any ignorance, even for something so trivial, being caught in a small lie would be more damaging, particularly with someone as insightful as Hiro. 

	Despite his pleasant stay with the man, Nikolai knew Hiro would be careful to note any weakness, including vanity, which could be used for leverage. Yes, there were times when honesty was truly the best policy. What would his comrades in the old KGB have thought? 

	"No, I haven't," Nikolai confessed. "But I know of it."

	"Akira was quite a find for me. What others might have dismissed as a low-caste half-breed, I found to be a perfect blend of cultures, don't you agree?"

	"Certainly."

	"She has been quite a treasure," Hiro continued. "And today is her seventh birthday - an important time in such a young life. One other thing - I also call Akira 'Little Dragon'. Perhaps you could tell her why this might be so."

	Nikolai had no idea, but he enjoyed gently teasing little girls, often delighting as Tatiana would turn red while laughing or trying to feign indignity.

	"Perhaps it is because she loves to fly and breathe fire down upon the unsuspecting towns below her," Nikolai said.

	Akira's hand flew to her mouth as she giggled, a light, tinkling sound like little bells. Her eyes flashed merrily at Hiro, who gave her a smile.

	"Perhaps you should show our honored guest how you got your name."

	Akira stood and untied the sash around her kimono. The silk was embroidered with color flowers, reminding Nikolai that he still had to get a doll for Tatiana. With a gentle sweep of her hands, the girl slid her kimono from her shoulders. The material rustled softly as it glided down her body, leaving her nude before a breathlessly gazing Nikolai.

	The girl turned slowly in a circle to give Nikolai a tantalizing view of her childish body. Where her skin was as white as her face, she was also adorned with a tattoo of a red, serpentine dragon with green and gold trim on each of its hundreds, maybe thousands, of scales. The tail ended just below one knee and wound around and up her little leg and over one tight buttock. Then the body curved back and forth up her back before climbing up her shoulder and down her front. It crossed over one undeveloped breast, the child's tiny nipple inked in red. The head was on her lower belly with a long tongue flicking out across her hairless pubis and stopping just above the slit in her puffy mound.

	"It took three months for Akira to receive her tattoo," Hiro proudly explained. "Each day, she was graced with more artwork. The scales were drawn so that more detail can be added between them as she grows and her skin expands."

	"Am I pleasurable to watch?" Akira asked Nikolai.

	When the old man managed a nod, she stepped closer.

	"Then I shall provide even more pleasure.

	Kneeling before Nikolai, Akira unzipped his fly and withdrew his cock. It had already hardened after Nikolai had seen her nakedness and the girl gently caressed it with her hands. After a few minutes, she added her tongue, dabbing at it with only the tip before turning the licks into long strokes. Then she pursed her lips around the head and lowered her head, taking him completely in her mouth.

	Nikolai was amazed that such a little mouth could take all of him. He certainly wasn't large in that area, but she was so small. Yet he could feel his glans brushing the back of her throat and she continued to swallow him. The girl sucked with all of her seven year-old might, her lips pulsing along his shaft as she slowly bobbed up and down. Although Nikolai couldn't see it, the  child's tongue was a wonder, flicking and lapping at him furiously, not unlike that dragon tattooed on her might do in flight.

	When he came in her young mouth, Akira swallowed in huge gulps, taking all of the Russian's sperm into her tummy. After he was finished, she delicately ensured he was clean, using her tongue to wash his member. Then Akira went to her master and performed the same ritual.

	"As I said, Akira is quite a treasure," Hiro summarized. "And well trained. Akira, show Nikolai your pinkness."

	Akira turned to Nikolai and used her fingers to pry her vulva open. Her insides were a light, coral pink and he could see the glistening frame of her tiny hymen. It seemed that taking two men's cocks in her mouth had excited the child enough to make her wet.

	Taking a gold pen from his shirt pocket, Hiro leaned over and inserted it into the girl, easing it through the small opening in her membrane until half of it was inside.

	"Try to take it out," Hiro said to Nikolai.

	Grasping the protruding end of the pen, Nikolai pulled and found it stubbornly stuck. He applied more force, finally using small jerks to wrench it free. Akira's face had been screwed into an expression of intense concentration and she grunted loudly as she finally lost her grip.

	Nikolai started to hand the pen back to Hiro but then stopped, unsure of the proper etiquette of returning someone's pen after extracting it from the cunt of a seven year-old girl. He opted instead to place it on the table between their chairs.

	"Although she is a virgin, she is well versed in using her muscles for when the time comes," Hiro proudly explained. "Akira, you may leave us now."

	The girl donned her kimono and carefully tied it into place. After gathering the sake cups, she politely bowed to each man who had shot his jism down her little throat and left the room with her tray.

	
Nikolai's flight was in the morning with the same private jet to take him back home. It was close to midnight and he was still awake in the dark in his very comfortable guest bed. Andrei Zulev, the head of his syndicate, would want a full report which Nikolai was arranging in his head. Never would such things be put to paper or any electronic media. Nikolai would be thorough, except for the part about 'Little Dragon'.

	There was a creak of his bedroom door and Nikolai looked to see Akira enter, this time dressed in a red kimono and carrying an old fashioned lantern. Without the word, the girl placed the lantern on the table next to his bed and then removed her robe. She carefully drew back the covers and got into bed with Nikolai, kneeling beside him. 

	Unlike at home, he was wearing pajamas. Akira's nimble fingers unbuttoned his top quickly and when she tugged on the bottoms. Nikolai shifted his body to help her remove them. He was quite pleased to see his penis erect once more. It was not so often done anymore although Tatiana had succeeded on several occasions.

	Nikolai reached for Akira's sex, his roughened fingers grasping at her hairless mons and burrowing into her tiny cleft. She was surprised at the combination of force and tenderness as he manipulated her childish genitals, registering her pleasure with the dew that leaked from her warming quim. Then she grabbed his wrist.

	"Please, sir. It is not proper for me to have a climax before you," she whispered urgently.

	"Ah, but I enjoy making a little girl cum," he replied.

	Akira was in no mood to press the argument and took her hands away so her molestation could continue. She occasionally pumped her cunny against him, urging him on. She didn't say anymore, only offering sharp exhalations as he brought her to a fever pitch. Her mouth formed a perfect 'O' as she came silently although the small gush of liquid from her overheated snatch betrayed her condition.

	After catching her breath, she locked her eyes on his.

	"My master as sent me to you. Will you now take my virgin silk?"

	For a moment, Nikolai didn't understand what she was saying. Then he realized she was referring to her cherry. He helped her climb on top of him, holding her by her gloriously smooth rump while he positioned her against his prick. Looking into his eyes, the girl gracefully lifted her arms away from her body; a gesture of submission in offering herself to him. Nikolai moved his hands to her small hips, feeling the delicate protrusions of her pelvis, and then pulled her down.

	Akira gave a short cry as her maidenhead was ruptured, feeling the heavy touch of a man's cock inside her for the first time. He was barely past the entrance, but already she was stunned at how big he felt there. One perfect tear escaped her right eye as the pain of her defloration faded. She shifted her weight to press down and Nikolai assisted with his hands, pulling her to him.

	Now it was Nikolai trying to keep his composure as he felt the tightness of the child's virgin pussy opening around his cock for the first time and sealing its nectar-coated walls to him. She was able to take more than half of his length by the time he reached her cervix. Fully penetrated, Akira pressed her hands against her pubis and lower abdomen, her eyes widening at the wonder of the hard member that was now inside of her.

	Now her training took over. The walls of her vagina, already stretched terrifically, undulated as she milked his cock with it still fully inside. The effect was mind-boggling to Nikolai and Akira was also affected, unprepared for what doing this with a penis there for the first time did for her arousal. Fresh fluids anointed his cock as the seven year-old churned her pussy on him, moving in small circles while her muscles continued to work on him.

	She tried to lift herself up with her legs, but found her limbs too weak as her climax approached. Clutching her by the hips again, Nikolai did the work, lifting her up until just his head was inside her entrance and then rammed her down again. That set Akira off, thrashing in orgasm while her tight little body remained impaled on his prick. The dragon on her milky skin moved wildly as if sharing the climax.

	Nikolai fought to control his release, succeeding so that Akira could hump on his cock, still using her taut cunny muscles as she rode his stiff rod. Her juices gleamed on his shaft, catching the glow of the flickering lantern. Again and again, the man's cock slid into the tiny depths of the child's smooth, stretched vagina. He finally came, making Akira groan as her childish womb took the seed it was not yet ready for.

	Gracefully, she slipped off of him, cleaning him completely with her tongue. Then kneeling upright, she dabbed at the mingled fluids in her cleft with a finger and painted them onto the dragon's questing tongue, allowing it to share in the virgin feast.

	
The electronic chiming of the clock told Nikolai it was time to get up. He didn't recall when he had actually fallen asleep; his last memory was of Akira exploring her newly opened pussy. The girl stirred as he got out of bed. 

	"You can stay there and sleep," he said to her as he headed toward the bathroom. "I have fly home today."

	To his surprise, Akira's eyes watered and she lowered her head. When he asked her what was wrong, she lifted her tear-streaked face.

	"I am sorry I have not pleased you sufficiently," she sobbed.

	"Oh, I can assure you, you were more than sufficient."

	"Then why must you cast me aside?"

	"You live here, don't you?"

	"Not anymore. I mean, if I pleased you, I was to go with you as a gift from Master Hiro."

	Nikolai chucked as he considered his good fortune.

	"Then I suggest you get dressed for travel. I anticipate the flight will be more interesting than the one I took to get here."

	
It was late at night when they arrived at the dacha. Nikolai had told Akira all about Tatiana and she was eager to meet her new "little sister". In the bedroom, Nikolai drew the blanket and sheet down, exposing Tatiana's naked, sleeping form. She lay on her back with her legs splayed and the precious little charm tucked between her thighs in full view. Akira gazed at the blonde-haired child in awe.

	"She is beautiful," she breathed. "May I love her?"

	"Of course," Nikolai said with a shrug.

	In his weariness from his travels, he hadn't caught the full meaning of Akira's query until she slipped out of her clothes and slid on top of Tatiana. The smaller girl's eyes fluttered open at the sudden weight on top of her, and she opened her mouth to speak, Before any words could come out, Akira's lips pressed against hers, her tongue finding the Russian child's and fondling it.

	"Mmph?" was all Tatiana could ask as her eyes sought Nikolai. 

	"Tatiana, this is Akira," was all he said.

	When Akira was done with her long, kiss, she slowly moved down Tatiana's body, licking her neck, sucking her babyish nipples to stiffness and covering her tummy with kisses. When she reached the plump, moistening little snatch, she stroked it with the tip of her tongue, prodding the pliant flesh while slowly covering it in saliva. It reminded Nikolai of what she had done with his cock shortly after they had met. 

	Tatiana was breathing heavily as she watched this strange new girl orally make love to her. When the seven year-old introduced her tongue inside the five year-old's bald and bubbling cuntlet, Tatiana squeezed her thighs against Akira's cheeks and pressed her hands into the fine, dark strands of her hair. Soon the little blonde was lifting her ass from the bed, humping her tiny pussy against her new lover's mouth, cumming while Akira's tongue plunged in and out of her delicious little sheath.

	With his own arousal growing, Nikolai watched as Tatiana enjoyed the doll he had brought her from Japan.


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