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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Thursday, May 16, 2019

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: theguar9.txt
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story_codes: Men/little girl, MM/g (5), M/g, rape, cons

story_intro: When one of Ivan's ex-mistresses makes too many demands, he shows her hw unimportant she is by raping their little girl in front of her with the help of one of his henchmen. Poor Polina gets her tiny body stuffed in the mouth and rear before being left on the floor. When one of two prospective buyers for his artifact arrives and demands the tyke as part of a trade, Ivan calmly agrees and Polina has no idea what she's in for next. 


story_language: English





The Guardian, part 9

Written by madvlad


	"I've had enough of you fucking around!" Karina spat at Ivan. "You and your wonderful school - it's so you and your friends can fuck little girls whenever you want, right?"

	Nearby, Kas heard every word although he pretended not to as he spoke to his men on the phone. He rather enjoyed fucking his "little tighties" like Gavrila last night. At the moment, she was being loaded into a van to be shipped to a low-class brothel in Grozny, Chechnya since gymnastics was not her forte. Catching a subtle hand signal from his boss, Kas told the men to wait.

	"It's business," Ivan replied in an even tone. "I can fuck them or I can fuck you if I-"

	"Oh, no. Not me. You haven't fucked me since I had your brat. And that's fine with me but I want more. I want to be free of you and live well. I've earned it."

	"Have you now?" 

	Kas now dropped any pretense of ignoring this confrontation. He could tell when Ivan's voice was this controlled that something was going to uncoil quickly. Perhaps Ivan might just shoot Karina on the spot or cut her throat. He certainly hadn't become reluctant about getting his hands dirty after he got to the top and Kas respected that.

	"I'm the fucking mother of your fucking kid!" Karina screamed. "That counts more than any of your other whores."

	Ivan turned to Kas and asked him to have Polina brought up to his office.

	Two minutes later, a tiny blonde figure entered the room. As usual, Polina was dressed her in shape-hugging silver and red leotard. A shiny camel toe bulge was displayed between her legs while her saucy little bubble-ass playfully flexed as she walked. Gymnastics, even before she had come here, had made her five year-old body firm and her softer female places stood out more because of it.

	She had come to the gymnastics academy just a month earlier with her mother and had been excited to meet her father. Today was especially exciting because he had singled her out. Polina knew her father was a very important man but she hoped he would spend time with her because her mother was always so angry.

	"Hello, Papa!" she gushed, her blue eyes twinkling before she saw Karina bound and gagged in a chair. The woman looked even more furious than usual and Polina side-stepped away from her and put one small arm around her father's leg. "Why is Mama like that?"

	"She's been bad," explained Ivan. "So bad that you have to be punished for it."

	Kas reached down and pulled the leotard down by the neck. The spandex stretched and a stunned Polina watched as it was pulled down to her ankles. Her body was milky and smooth all over, making her look like a delicate doll. With a tear trickling from one eye, she looked beseechingly at Ivan.

	"Please, Papa. I try to be good."

	Ivan said nothing as Kas, with his pants open, was slathering a gel all over his rampant erection. Then Kas picked Polina up and brought her petite rump down to his hard-on. When the greased member slid between her plaint cheeks, the little girl squeaked worriedly. But she had no idea that this was only a prelude.

	An expert at breaking open reluctant assholes, Kas pivoted the girl down hard, driving her belly against Ivan's desk. It drove the air out of the girl and in the seconds that she was stunned, he powered his cock through her miniature sphincter. Polina had been trying to get her breath back when she was roughly entered and now her little hands slapped the desk as she flailed and frantically tried to draw some air into her lungs.

	The man's repeated hammering into her virgin bottom fought against her efforts but finally the little girl managed to get in enough air to scream. Kas had about two inches inside the child and began to bugger her. This gradually opened her rectal chute even further which meant more of the writhing kindergartner's ass was clutching around his dick.

	His rape allowed the gel to lubricate Polina's rear so he could fuck her harder. The furiously snug ring of her tiny anus also became easier to cram his meat through as a few little tears there added to the slickness. Kas laughed when he saw the small red streaks on his shaft, telling his wailing young victim that he had taken her ass cherry.

	"Papa, it hurts!" sobbed Polina. "He's hurting me bad. Please stop it!"

	In response, Ivan unzipped his fly and approached the desk.  Reading his boss's intent, Kas lifted the girl and turned her head toward Ivan. He stopped fucking her, holding her steady while Ivan grabbed a lock of the white-blonde hair to get Polina's attention.

	"Don't touch me with your teeth or you will hurt much, much worse," he warned.

	Polina's choking sobs were cut off by her father's prick plugging her face. He forced the head in and out; feeling her tongue trying to block him but the small muscle's wet struggles against him only enhanced the effect of his little girl's first blowjob. Glancing over at Karina, he saw her still angry but only at him for tying her up like that and humiliating her.

	With no empathy, Karina watched as the two men spit-roasted her daughter. The squirming kindergartner could do nothing as her father fed her his cock while the other man bludgeoned her compact little ass with his meat. 

	Polina gibbered and slobbered around Ivan's sliding dick. Her tears were running and snot blew from her nose as she repeatedly choked on it. The man holding her with fingers digging into her hips drove into her as if trying to punch into her tummy. Dizzy with fear and agony, the five year-old was doubly sodomized, uncomprehending of how enticing her drooling little mouth and the greasy vice of her violated anal tubing were to cruel men. 

	Finally, they told her how hot she was on their cocks -  not in words but in the amount of jism they pumped into her. Ivan held her head, keeping his spewing glans in the back of Polina's mouth so she had to swallow his ejaculate. The slime went down into her belly the same time that Kas was spewing deeply into the child's guts. When they finished, they let the girl drop to the floor where she curled into a ball and trembled uncontrollably.

	Ivan turned to Karina as he straightened his pants. A brief smile flickered across his mouth as he thought how the little girl was now digesting some potential siblings as his sperm swam in he tummy.

	"You see how much I value the whelp?" he sneered as he pointed to the shivering figure leaking semen onto his rug. "So where does that leave you? Almost worthless. Not completely, but almost.

	Kas, call your men up here. Gavrila is going to have some company. I've spent more than enough money on this bitch and now she can earn it back for me one filthy dick at a time."

	For the first time, Karina looked truly afraid. Her gagged entreaties were useless as Kas' helpers untied her from the chair before retying her wrists and ankles. Handling her like a side of beef, they removed her from the office and brought her to the van.

	Kas wondered if Polina would join them but didn't dare suggest it. Instead he merely pointed at her.

	"What do you want me to do with her?"

	Ivan glanced at the clock and saw it was getting close to ten o'clock. 

	"Send your men on their way. She stays." Ivan looked at the pathetic figure of the tiny daughter he had just helped to rape. "In fact, keep her right where she is. Let's see if that can draw a reaction from Nechestivy."

	A curator at Moscow's finest museum, Leonid fussily examined the jeweled egg under the pale yellow gaze of its owner. As Nechestivy had claimed, it was indeed a close relative to the famed Faberg. The tiny mark on one of the clawed feet that held the egg on display did indeed signify the creator as master Faberg craftsman Henrik Wigstrm.

	"I can't place an exact value on it, you understand," Leonid explained to the men in the room outside Ivan's office where the inspection was taking place. "While it's not Faberg, the ties to it are obvious. In fact, it's even rarer as there are very few Wigstrm pieces that weren't part of the Faberg production."

	"That is fine," Ivan told the man as he handed him an envelope. "We are doing an exchange of pieces - the other item being out of your area of expertise. But you've been an immense help."

	Leonid bowed graciously, politely tucking the envelope into his jacket pocket as it would be rude to count the money in front of his benefactor. Kas then escorted him back out to the waiting car before re-joining his boss and their guest in Ivan's office.

	If Nechestivy was appalled by the presence of a foully abused little girl in the office, he gave no indication. Instead he carefully examined the artifact that Ivan's workers had found near Arkhangelsk. Satisfied, he agreed to the trade. 

	"And the little trifle you wanted?" Ivan asked as he swept a hand before the window looking down on the practicing youngsters.

	Nechestivy looked down at the tot, noting the semen crusting over the red, plump lips of her mouth and the stains on her otherwise flawless buttocks. It seemed as if he was taking something from the girl with his gaze before he turned his pale eyes to Ivan.

	"That one."

	Ivan shrugged easily and agreed. 

	"She's still intact vaginally if that isn't a problem for-"

	"She's your daughter, yes?" Nechestivy asked passionlessly.

	"Yes."

	The man nodded.

	"That is good. A man willing to seal a bargain with his own flesh and blood is one I can do business with again, perhaps."

	At Nechestivy's direction, Kas cleaned Polina so that she wasn't dripping anymore. One of the gym's large duffel bags was plenty large enough to hold the girl who, utterly cowed from her awful ordeal, did not resist as she was placed inside. Nechestivy picked up her discarded leotard and placed it in the bag with her before he zipped it closed. 

	Shaking hands with Ivan, Nechestivy announced he would be leaving Russia for now. Ivan bade him farewell, curious and frustrated because his inquiries into the man's background had come up empty. Yet the man had known that Polina was his - and he hadn't been anywhere near the office during the amusing little spat with Karina. It was galling to have an avserary - business partner or not - have the upper hand in intelligence.

	But it was a limo from one of his companies that Nechestivy was using and that was the lead that Ivan needed. After their visitor left with his bag and the stone, Ivan tilted his head in the direction of the door while looking at Kas.

	"Follow him," he ordered.

	They found the cross on the far side of the runway several hours later. It was red with a mix of other organic colors.

	Laid out in a field by the tarmac, it was quite sizeable; ten meters tall by six meters wide. At the bottom of the cross was a pair of shoes. At each end of the horizontal portion was a hand, obviously torn from the wrist instead of simply cut, clutching a pistol. At the top - and by this time no surprise to Ivan - was the blankly staring head of Kas.

	When Kas had not reported in, Ivan called the limo company to learn where Nechestivy had been taken after leaving the gym. There was a private airstrip whose personnel refused to give any information about the aircraft until Anatoly, another of Ivan's men, creatively persuaded them to share their knowledge.

	A terrified mechanic described the Gulfstream G650 private jet and the air controller gave the number on the tail. Unfortunately, the number was that of a different aircraft that was only for the private use of Vladimir Putin and was currently more than fifteen hundred kilometers to the south in a resort area on the Black Sea.

	It was unsettling for all but Anatoly, who was promoted to Kas' former position. Recalling Nechestivy's remark about doing further business with him, Ivan felt a mix of eagerness and dread. He knew that trying to find Nechestivy would be fruitless - the man would only be found when he wanted to be. 

	Polina blinked in the light after Nechestivy unzipped the bag. With the immediate shock of her rape gone, she was acutely aware of her nakedness before the man's intense study of her. Finding her leotard, she tried to put it on but the man grabbed her wrist. She flinched in anticipation of the pain but his grip was merely solid and not hurtful. But she read the strength there and made no effort to get dressed.

	Wordlessly, Nechestivy lifted her from the bag and placed her in one of the spacious cabin's very comfortable seats. They were alone aside from the pilot and co-pilot behind the cockpit's closed door. Having never been on an airplane before, Polina's curiosity took the lead and she stared out the window at the miniature detail of some European city below while Nechestivy busied himself in the back of the cabin. When he returned, he handed the girl a bowl of something that looked like vanilla ice cream.

	"What is it?" she asked.

	"Vanilla ice cream."

	"Can I eat it?"

	"I would recommend that, yes."

	It was very good; so good that Polina was halfway through it before she remembered her nudity. She carefully lowered the bowl to her crotch in order to cover her sex. The man didn't seem to mind and she scooped the ice dream from there until there was a spoonful of it left. 

	Nechestivy took the bowl from her and gathered the remaining bit of ice cream from it into the spoon. The seat was a double one and he gently pulled Polina around and had her lay back. Then he placed the dollop of ice cream in the middle of the girl's chest and made her yip from the cold contact. Unconcerned by her brief outburst, Nechestivy dabbed a finger into the ice cream and moved it over the girl's body. 

	The cold treat left the tyke's nipples curiously hard and left a white trail of melted substance as it lazily zig zagged from her chest and equally flat tummy. More than half of it was liquefied by the time the remaining piece was slid over child's plump little mound. Polina squeaked as the man worked the last bit into her hairless slit and jolted when the coldness engulfed the miniscule nubbin of her untried clit.

	Now Nechestivy lowered his mouth to clean his mess. Polina murmured worriedly at first. But his lips and tongue around and over her right nipple made her feel warm there - and more than just from cleaning the cold cream. After treating the girl's other tiny nipple as if it was a woman's breast, the man sucked the white trail all the way down between Polina's legs. Capturing the bald little quim, Nechestivy pulled on it with his lips while molesting the dainty slit with his tongue.

	Polina groaned and instinctively pushed her hips up. When she did so, the man's large hands slipped beneath her; the strong fingers clutching the plush yet firm globes of her rump to keep her still while he ate her innocent twat. The kindergartner's whines became more insistent as the stranger worked his mouth over her tiny genitals.

	Dizzily, Polina wondered about the heat generating in her kitty while the man suckled the chubby mound and dug into her cleft with his tongue. It felt like she was melting like ice cream there and could feel the liquid slowly oozing inside. More aroused than fearful, she locked her legs around the man's head; panting as something in her immature snatch threatened to boil over. Nechestivy's beard brushed against the exquisitely smooth insides of the little girl's thighs and orally brought her to her first orgasm.

	The five year-old's cunt pumped tiny bursts of nectar which her molester greedily sucked away. His tongue swabbed over her baldness, leaving it shining and clean when he finally released her.

	With amazement in her dark blue eyes, the girl whispered, "You did magic in my kitty."

	Nechestivy nodded and asked her a question.

	"Would you like to see more magic?"

	"Yes."

	Nechestivy said something that Polina could barely hear and even then the words meant nothing. Both the dark hair on top and the beard seemed to pull back into the skin. The skin itself was changing, losing its pasty hue and darkening to a deep tan. The shape of the man's head altered and Polina found herself staring at a completely different man.

	"That's better," Nick said. "I like having my own face back. Do you think it's an improvement?"

	Polina slowly nodded and Nick grinned as he quickly undressed. When she saw the man's hard member, the girl regained her senses and tried to scoot away. But Nick scooped her up, murmuring something in a soothing voice. Again, Polina didn't understand the words but grew calmer while the man sat down and held her against his chest, facing him.

	Looking into the child's blue eyes, Nick read her loneliness from the mother who would not even tolerate her and the horrible betrayal by her father. Polina stared back, feeling some part of her falling into the dark pools of the man's gaze. Warmth surrounded her and she found herself wanting to somehow give herself to him. Everything about her would be his; he would be her master and protector. 

	And, when he desired, her lover.

	With one large hand holding the kindergartner by her bottom and the other on one side of her torso, Nick brought Polina up atop his glans. The head pushed the bald labia apart and Polina mewled softly when she saw most of it buried into her widened slit. Remembering the stains and stickiness in Gavrila's same place, Polina felt a stab of fear that Nick's whispered words brushed away.

	"There is nothing to fear. I shall have you now, little one."

	Polina didn't resist and only stared placidly at the man she now belonged to. Nick slowly pulled her down, the tip of his cock stretching her stubborn little membrane until it snapped in several places and surrendered her sex to him. The five year-old gasped at that moment, feeling a bit of pain but greater release as her virginity was taken.

	His presence inside her body was immense; more than just physical. The penetration kept going with the man's incantations allowing the child's body to re-shape itself for him. Her snug tunnel widened and deepened, lubricating fiercely as the engorged member rubbed against it and filled her beyond natural limits. 

	Only when he stopped did Polina look down. Her milk-white legs were spread widely as were the hairless folds of her cunny. Curls of his pubic hair nestled against them as further proof that the massive prick was now completely inside the child. Polina could see her once flat tummy was swollen in the middle where the man had entered her. Nick could feel the pounding of her pulse through the taut walls surrounding him.

	He lifted her up until only his head was inside and saw the faint red streaks with which her defloration had marked him. Then he pulled her down again, beginning the deliberate rhythm of copulating with the tot. Polina leaned against his chest; her quim gurgling thickly as it was hugely plumbed. The kindergartner who only a day ago was learning to spell the names of simple animals now knew what it was like to have a man plunging inside of her tiny pussy.

	Nick worked the cuddling child up and down on his tool, arousing her again to the wondrous reaction she had known earlier. Her little fingers clutched at his chest before she gave a cry and trembled. The five year-old's twatlet was like wet satin as it tightly rippled around his cock and still Nick did not let up. She was limp against him in the aftermath, letting him use her until he came.

	She felt the eruptions as the massive prick embedded in her throbbed with the wads of hot semen. The hot, royal seed invaded the girl's immature womb. Sealed by the head pressing against the cervix, the tiny chamber swelled slightly as Nick pumped his semen into it and Polina grunted as she was temporarily inflated.

	Neither of them spoke and all was silent in the cabin save for the light hum of the engines outside. Then Polina emitted a light squeal as her master began the intimate act inside her gooey little snatch again.

	"I have it," Nick announced into the phone as the jet that formerly belonged to George Rivers soared above the Atlantic. "And, of course, Kuznetsov had no idea about what the Ishrak is capable of. I traded one of George Rivers' little baubles for it."

	"And I haven't heard of any Russian bosses being found with body parts removed," Mal replied. "Good for you."

	"Well, there was one underling I had to dispatch when Kuznetsov sent him to spy on me. But I think our good Ivan got the message and understands it was only business - him sending the man and me crucifying him in a way."

	"Crucifixion? How Roman of you."

	"Well, I'm now a man of the twenty-first century so I must be knowledgeable of other culture's customs."

	"Yes, but just so you know - Roman's don't crucify people anymore."

	"How disappointing. And I was thinking of visiting there."

	"Well, they do sell renditions of the pope done in soap and pinch women on the ass," Mal added.

	"That's something."

	"Just don't pinch the pope on the ass. It's bad form."

	"Right," laughed Nick as he reached to caress the little figure luxuriously wrapped in a silk sheet sleeping the seat next to him. "Oh, and I've acquired a trinket in the trade. Now I can say that I officially have a harem."

	"What's she like?"

	"Five years old, blonde hair and blue eyes and with some training in a martial art called gymnastics. Her name is Polina."

	"Mmm....yummy and flexible. I hope Marcy doesn't get jealous."

	"She shouldn't. There's plenty of me to share."

	"True," Mal acknowledged, well aware of her brother's endless libido. "But all the same, I think I'll stop by and teach the girls how to play nicely with each other. And how to play naughtily, too."


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