The Kremlin was bustling with activity, but Stalin's office was a sanctuary of quiet contemplation. He sat at his desk, pouring over papers when he noticed a movement in the corner of his eye. A young girl, no more than fifteen, was sitting in the corner, her hands folded in her lap. She was blind, he realized, but that was not what had caught his attention. No, it was the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, the large breasts that even her shapeless dress could not hide.
Stalin called over one of his guards. "Who is she?" he asked, jerking his chin towards the girl.
The guard looked uncomfortable. "She is a mute, comrade. She has been waiting to speak to someone in power for a few days now."
Stalin felt a flicker of curiosity. "Bring her to me," he said.
The girl approached him cautiously, her hands outstretched. Stalin took her hands in his and brought them to his chest, letting her feel the hard planes of his body. She pulled away, surprised, but Stalin chuckled and told her not to be afraid.
"I want to help you," he said, his voice gentle. "I have something that will help you."
He instructed her to open her mouth, and she did so obediently. Stalin took out a small, white pill and placed it on her tongue. "Suck on it," he said. "Don't stop until a sticky liquid comes out."
The girl, confused, began to suck on the pill. Stalin watched her, his eyes darkening with desire. Suddenly, he grabbed her head and forced his member into her mouth. The girl gasped in shock, but Stalin told her to keep sucking.
She did not know what to do, but Stalin's grip on her head was firm. He told her to keep going, and she did, her mind whirling with confusion and disgust. She had never done anything like this before, and she did not understand why this man was making her do it.
But Stalin was beyond understanding. He was lost in the pleasure of her mouth, the way she sucked and licked and teased. He told her to swallow the sticky liquid that came out, and she did, gagging slightly.
When it was over, Stalin looked down at the girl, his breathing heavy. "You did well," he said, his voice thick.
The girl, feeling violated and used, tried to get up and leave, but Stalin stopped her. "You can't leave yet," he said. "You need to rest."
He took her to a back room and told her to lie down. The girl, feeling scared and alone, did as she was told. Stalin watched her, a smirk on his face. He knew that he had power over her now, and he planned to use it to his advantage.
But the girl, Katya, was not as helpless as Stalin thought. She was strong and controlling, and she would not let this man break her. She would bide her time, and when the moment was right, she would take back the power that he had stolen from her. For now, she would rest and gather her strength, waiting for the right moment to strike.
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