“Snowpiercer’s Past, Part 1: The Female Captives”

Yuan Yuan is indeed an interesting place, thanks to the love of Ali’s friends, so that my “Sex Slave Life” can be exposed, or to get a laugh from my fellow friends. And thanks to all of you for your enthusiastic responses.

The funniest response is from my friend “Male Evil”, who says, “You can’t write this without a certain amount of knowledge about life”! I feel like someone who hasn’t cut three or five breasts with his own hands can’t write this! I’m just kidding, I’m just laughing.

I am only a powerless scholar, modest and courteous, just a little more widely traveled, a little some hearsay. Since the return of Yunnan, one day suddenly received an old friend e-mail, said that some overseas Chinese recently returned to China to visit, asked me to do the landlord’s hospitality. When I met him, he was a handsome man with high cheekbones and black face, not like the people in China. I invited him to join me in the riverside tea house, and after two rounds of tea, I realized that he was the descendant of a certain tribe from the west who had migrated overseas. My elder brother also has some affinity with the western region, and each other to confirm the historical facts at that time, the feelings of the system.

After drinking tea, I said goodbye. Half a month later, I received a heavy envelope, which was sent by a tea friend on the river. A stack of old yellow manuscript paper was opened, which was also left by his predecessor, and was added, deleted and perfumed into a piece. There is no longer a real name on the ground, please do not take the right place.

For all those who are indignant at my portrayal of tyranny, we must realize that tyranny is not in my heart, but in everyone’s actions. In the 5,000 years of human history of blood and tears, when has there ever been a break in the raping and killing of people with their heads hanging in front of their horses and women behind their horses? The operators have all become bigwigs, generals, presidents and emperors. How can I, a storyteller, be held responsible? For those who are kind-hearted, the following is bloody and unusual, so retreat quickly here!

Past Events in the Snowy Region (I)

When it began to warm up on the plateau in May, we brought back five Flatlander women from the bottom of Mount Megabury.

In the 1950s, we had been searching for and exterminating alien flatlanders in the nearby mountains, encouraged to do so by the monks of Zadan Monastery, who provided us with weapons and money and foreign rupees common in the southern part of the plateau. But this was the first time we had found so many women at once.

They were mostly young, singing and dancing girls brought by the Flatlander army stationed in Syracuse, probably to take advantage of the present warm season to send them back to the interior. The caravan in which they were riding was held up in the canyon by melting snow and after four or five days of being stuck there due to altitude sickness, not only the girls, but also the Flatlander soldiers escorting the caravan became lethargic.

We helped them into the village of Cinca at one end of the canyon, and the twenty or so of us would not have been capable of attacking such a caravan.

At Danzeng’s family’s small estate we housed these cute little girl dolls who had been scared white. Danzeng, the coward, had fled to the Y a year before, and I asked his women ransomers who had stayed behind to feed these little girl soldiers hot beef soup. The girls got a rest and gradually smiled gratefully.

But my deputies, Brynn, and the others don’t have much of a sense of humor, so when they stormed into this side room together after a bout of drinking, things got straightened out.

The crying little girls were dragged around the room by the burly Highlanders, and in a few minutes their grass-green coats and white undergarments were thrown everywhere. The way they struggled and the little snow-white breasts and delicate thighs of the exposed Flatlander girls trembled on the dark-colored carpet of our people was unspeakably beautiful, and everyone who witnessed such a scene tended to turn out to be a dreadful woman-killer later in his life.

Let’s say that in the late sixties I had returned to an important armed command role in an insurgent camp abroad. Young women are locked up to this day in holes in the ground dug under my residence. Whether I was particularly joyful or very unhappy, I would take a bottle of wine down there and spend the whole night cutting off the white flesh of a young woman. If I was unhappy that day, I’d cut off her labia and put them in English bread for her to eat herself; if I was having a good time, I’d cut strips of her hamstrings and fry them in front of her until they were three-quarters cooked, and eat them myself.

Doing these things makes me feel like I’m not too much of a failure as a Highlander who’s been kicked out of his home.

As commander, I ordered them to leave me the pettiest girl, who was only about sixteen years old. She had only just been stripped of her outer fleece coat, and was wearing only a short, moon colored jacket and a pair of shorts, her bare feet covering her face as she wept.

I lifted her off the ground without much effort by her hair and then egged her toward the door and she rolled down the hallway like a leather ball.

I followed her leisurely, kicking her ass appropriately, and she dutifully rolled and tumbled into the room that used to be occupied by Dan’s great-daughter, just as I had hoped.

She curled up on the side of the leopard-skinned bed and howled hysterically and dryly, and I stopped paying attention to her, stripped myself first, and walked over to her and made her swallow her cries with only a slap.

As small a critter as she was, it was an easy matter to rip off the few pieces of cloth wrapped around her, as long as it wasn’t too noisy to be distracting. She lay naked on her back sobbing, already too frightened to move. On her small breasts both breasts jiggled as weakly as newborn rabbit pups, and her little bulbous pussy under the sparse hair looked like a half-naked green fruit on the edge of a leaf.

This young girl wasn’t the first female I’d raped and killed, but after five days of dipping her in hot sauce and swallowing one of her small breasts while I ate up her big, soft, greasy labia in response to her screams, I’d leeched on my hobby of tasting women. But I never enjoyed a woman’s genitals again, and while that sounds somewhat exciting, it’s actually all fat and greasy fat with large pores that don’t taste very good, so I’ll let them try it on their own from now on.

She screamed in pain as I thrust myself in as hard as I could, her delicate ten fingers clawing at my back. It only took me two or three thrusts before I noticed that blood was already seeping onto the leopard skin. She was overly agitated, and as a result she didn’t experience the pleasure of serving a man until I came out in a passionate gush, without showing a bit of that expression.

In addition to those stars and dots of reddish color on the mattress, frankly speaking, the folds of her hole and the tender flesh in the hole, although still fine and smooth, is far less mature and thick and greasy than a big woman with a changing flavor. Just like a half-raw fruit, except for a pool of fresh water tantalizing, only sour aftertaste.

A Gurukh dwarf, who often sent us Indian rice, once showed us how he slowly “developed” a little Nepalese slave girl by licking her here and there like a dog around the little body, and then touching her there, exhausting himself to the point of panting. At last the silly girl threw her arms around his neck and probably called him “uncle” twice. This kind of trick stunned my warriors: did he really mean that we should serve the flatland women we captured like him? Maybe he just wanted to demonstrate how to escape by sexual bribery if we were caught by the Flatlander army!

The next time it was the dwarf’s turn to bring in supplies, Brynn tied up a female Flatlander workman we had been toying with for months, sliced off her breasts in small pieces, sawed off her arms and legs, and stopped the bleeding by using a branding iron on the wounds. We gave Shorty a good dose of deerwhip and then pushed him into a room to “train” the tree trunk of a woman’s body. We laughed about it for almost a year.

I had no desire to fuck this little girl who was limp on the bed crying like a tearful child, the way we Highlanders would have been raised. She had not recovered from the shock of losing her virginity and without a struggle allowed me to bind her to the carved wooden post in the corner of the bed with a cowhair rope spreading her feet apart. I picked up the leather robe that had been thrown on the floor and drew the hunting knife that hung from it while I parted the still sticky labia of her large pussy under her body. My nails were quite long and I pinched the soft labia underneath and lifted them up, causing her to scream in pain from above. I stuck the sharp edge of the hunting knife in to slice her open, the first one didn’t cut in the right place, and I made two or three cuts in a row before I pulled a thin strip of pink fleshy petal out of her small, underdeveloped slit.

She squawked as pathetically as a hen laying her first egg, the white flesh of her thighs drawing together in hard bonds, her whole body shivering uncontrollably.

Good things must come in pairs, and I peeled back her spasmed up genitals with all my might before cutting off that little strip on the other side of her.

I pushed open the door and called Brynn: “Rangers of Shanan, bring some men over here!”

The sight of my hunks taking turns fucking a little sixteen year old woman who had just eaten a knife was well worth seeing. At least the way she was making rabid barking noises and flailing her little arms and legs about was starting to make so much sense that she could now be called a bitch.

In the evening, when we were almost done, I said, “Little bitch, it hurts, doesn’t it?”

The little girl had fainted and woken up several times, and when Hunter Tonju squeezed her skinny neck and pulled her upright on the floor, she stood frozen and straight on the carpet, her legs dry and knotted with black and red blood.

“Let’s go, move forward!” She didn’t understand what that meant and stared at us like she was in a dream. It took a swing of the hunting knife and a cut with the back of the blade on her shoulder blade to wake her up a little, and he took her all the way out of the gate.

The other three naked girls had also been thrown askew into the yard. I didn’t realize, because I had left first, that the fourth woman turned out to be a bit unusual.

The first item, she wasn’t a young little girl, and it was only after stripping her naked that we realized she was a large, mature woman. It was only then that we went looking for the military uniforms that had been thrown aside, one set of uniforms was adorned with the epaulettes of a Major, which was a pretty high rank for a flatlander we had caught.

The second one, was that she was slightly pregnant, she was a big bitch who was already pregnant with her pups.

Past Events in the Snowy Region (II)

One of the strangest acts of foolishness of the year was the preaching of Jesus in the erotic literature section as follows: If you see something bad or evil and tell it, the person who said it is not necessarily bad.

Eyes don’t see bad people and bad things, and bad people and bad things don’t go away on their own.

It is precisely because they are bad people that they do bad things to good people.

Life is complicated and sometimes bad people have the opportunity to do bad, bad, bad things to good people.

Movies are fake and sometimes good people die.

Thanks BOB.

Amen. Do not enter if you are a devotee of the original religion!

I had to be special with this pregnant bitch, and tied her straight up to a small tree. Pulled the doll that I had busted over to me and asked, “Say, who is this woman?”

She looked at no one and shook her head with pursed lips, but only had time to shake her head two times before a small tip of my hunting knife poked upward into her little asshole. She twisted her face in pain and didn’t dare shake her head.

“This thing will go in there if it’s not happy! Who is this woman?”

“No, I don’t know her.” She gibbered as she squeezed her voice through her teeth.

Hell, I couldn’t bring myself to kill her just yet! I pulled the knife out of her meaty hole, gripped her hair tightly in my other hand, and gave a low gulp, “Who is she?” Then I stabbed the knife back in, but this time it was one side of her ass.

It’s that simple, ask and stab, sometimes to the right, sometimes to the left.

She was so stupefied by pain and shock that for some reason she nodded her head straight one way or the other, and I could see that she just couldn’t possibly make up a decent sentence if she really wanted to say anything. But our big-bellied major although has been stripped to nothing left, and by a dozen strong men to do half a day, the body is full of bruises and scratches, between the thighs of the dripping filth, but by this time but still a little bit of pride remains. She leaned against the tree trunk and shouted: “Don’t you move her again! My name is Li Chun, I’m an officer of the liaison department, you guys come on me!”

Ha, a big shot from the Liaison Department. My next stab went into the little girl’s thigh, but it was the major who asked, “Who knocked you up?”

When she hesitated, my knife cut into my flesh: “Who is it?”

“xxxxx is my husband.”

I knew this year was going to be a good one, and getting my hands on this big bitch is worth celebrating for a while for the warriors of the Highlands. The liaison department of the Flatlander army is an important organization that works hard against us, seducing the wavering upper echelons of the Highlanders, sending people into our free armies, all of these devious acts are the work of the liaison department. Furthermore, when the name xxxxx is mentioned, there is not a single flatlander in all of the Highlanders, plus all of their mortal enemies, who doesn’t know it.

I looked over at Brynn and Tonjoo, who wore the ferocious and stupid expressions of wolves, but unfortunately were just blue in the face. They had done this three or four times in a row, so I figured they were both due for a little rest.

“Drink, drink!” During those years, the only thing my warriors and I did was just fight and drink. As you can imagine we didn’t fight very often, so more time was spent drinking, and we had a lively time until after midnight at night.

The naked female captives were dragged up and tied to the trunks of the trees, and one was assigned to a tree. I ordered that no one was to touch the women again, and that I was to save them for tomorrow to enjoy Li Chun.

But it wasn’t until the next morning that everyone sobered up from their hangovers. Outside the house the sun shone warmly and charmingly, and the naked female Major Li Chun was untied and thrown on the floor, where she lay on her back, gazing at us with wide-open eyes, and not struggling against us.

Well, men, let’s have a good look at a major’s .

Breen stripped himself naked and walked over to the female captive, carrying his German 1934 pistol in his right hand, which was a very large weapon. He knelt down, put the barrel against the female captive’s left breast and pulled the trigger, which, of course, was empty. He smiled broadly and parted both legs of the large woman to either side.

Li Chun didn’t have much strength left, but as soon as Brynn’s hand was released, she wiggled around to bring her legs together, repeating this back and forth a few times, and Brynn laughed for a while before she suddenly swung her hand and slapped the woman across the face. Li Chun’s head flung to the side and her eyes closed.

“Spread your legs, Major.” She didn’t move a muscle, “Spread your legs!” With her eyes closed, Li Chun just bit her lip.

He struck again, mechanically, one after the other, and Bryn being a very vigorous Highlander, the head of the female captive swung around like a bell in the wind, and we watched her cheeks swell up little by little, and blood was pouring out of her mouth and nose. The other thing was that Brynn’s thing was bucking higher and higher.

“Does it hurt, girl, does it hurt?” Brynn asked with a sneer as he stopped, pressing the muzzle of his gun against the woman’s navel: “Want me to stab the belly? Or spread your legs?”

Already tears were flowing from Li Chun’s eyes as she slowly bent one of the legs she was pressing on and moved away. Brynn’s thick palm pressed up and Li Chun’s whole body shivered.

Brynn of course will not just touch her even if, his fingers buried into the woman’s pussy lips under, up and down to test, rubbing up the woman’s what place, his force is very strong, driving the woman’s whole body in the ground shaking up. Li Chun didn’t know whether it was the pain, the shame, or the touch, but she no longer clenched her teeth, and her gasps became ragged, and she opened her mouth slightly and let out a little moan: “Oh… oh…” but then she suddenly raised one leg and stomped on the side of Brynn’s body, and Brynn fell backward onto the ground.

Standing on the sidelines to watch the fun, Dunzhu hastily kicked up, kicking the female captive rolled on the ground, she scrunched up her body in agony, “grunt” in her throat, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood.

“Slow, slow.” Brynn climbed to his feet and calmly said, “Hang her up.”

My warriors yanked the woman up by her hair and dragged her up and then dropped her forward and out again, and again, and again, and she was already lying across the row of pine trees that bound the woman, where two wooden stakes leaking black blood stood erect, perhaps two meters high. The female captive, whose breasts and buttocks were scratched with blood from the rocks in the ground, did not resist, allowing Brynn and the others to tightly rope her hands and feet, and then suspended her in the air in the middle of the two stakes, with her left hand and left foot tethered to one side, and her right hand and right foot tethered to the other side. The naked female Major Li Chun hung there like a letter X, facing her soldiers.

Two wooden crates were placed underneath her, and Brynn stood up on them just enough to wrap his arms around the woman’s waist, squeezing his face into her neck and rubbing against it, his legs twisting underneath him, of course, as he shoved that tool of his inside the woman’s body. Then he slid his head down close to Li Chun’s shoulder and breast and took Li Chun’s left nipple into his mouth.

Majoress Empty body undulating up and down with Brynn’s movements, she lowered her head to look at the top of the man’s head, a look of unspeakable misery spreading across her face. She couldn’t help but let out another moan, frowning bitterly.

Then she twisted suddenly from side to side in the air and let out a long, mournful scream.

Brynn looked up from the woman’s breasts, which were covered in blood around the woman’s nipples and blossomed above and below in two deep rows of teeth marks as Brynn bit her hard. The man parted his own firm, hairy legs and stood firmly, unperturbed as he attacked the female Major’s parted genitals, grinning all the while as he went to stroke the older woman’s chin.

“Female officer, let’s have another one, huh?”

Her lips trembled for a moment before she finally spoke out in a low voice: “You beast.”

I said to Tonju, who was beside me, “Brother, go and help our warriors of Shannan.”

Hunter Tonju grinned out as he walked up and took the German pistol he had been carrying in Brynn’s hand and turned behind Li Chun as he began to fondle the female captive’s bare ass.

“Ouch… Ouch… Ouch… Ouch… Ouch… Ouch… Ouch… Ouch… Ouch… Ouch… Ouch… Ouch… Ouch…” she said. Brynn bit down on her other nipple, tearing it outward like a dog, and the unfortunate captive pulled herself upward on her two dangling arms, as if trying to escape from the animal-like back-and-forth attacks of these two guys in this way. Her body was bent in the air, her big white ass arching up towards the back like a swimming shrimp.

Brynn grabbed her by the waist and yanked her down while rising on her tiptoes to meet her ferociously, and Tonjou, who was waiting underneath, let the barrel poke her in the head without any trouble at all.

“Awww… ohhhh…” Being held tightly by two men, Lee Chun was left with only one way to desperately twist from side to side.

“Good… good…” cried a frenzied Brynn, baring his teeth, and we laughed out loud as he suddenly stopped and pressed himself tightly against the woman’s body, seeing only a slight twitch in his bare ass.

He left her, Tonju still playing with the gun in her gut, the woman’s whole body shaking and bleeding from both breasts. The next Qui Gow’s Highlander stepped up onto the box, his large hand reaching between Li Chun’s legs and grabbing the woman’s entire bottom in one full hand, holding her up in the air and rocking her, then grabbing his own thing with his other hand and trying it toward the top, grunting impatiently.

I called on one of the hans to walk down the row of trees opposite them, and we started with the first little girl tied there, all of them with their eyes closed and their heads as low as they could go.

“Open your eyes and look at your officers!” The whips tore at their bare chests like a storm until they raised their heads and gazed intently at their big sister being gang-raped over and over. I told the Highlander to stay there and let anyone who blinked an eye eat the whip.

After being fucked more than ten times, Li Chun began to beg for mercy, mainly because her arms and legs, which had borne all the weight and impact, were in so much pain that her face was streaked with tears: “Put it down… put it down… on the ground… it hurts… aigoo… it hurts…”

The warriors of the highlands ignored her, but after a few more rounds she lost consciousness and we had to unhook her from it and pour water over her face. When she woke up she dragged the majoress over to her equally naked comrades and kicked her legs to spread them wide, she now had no strength to fight back even if she wanted to, she just remained motionless and at the mercy of my men.

The naked little female soldiers looked in silence at Li Chun lying at their feet, thick cum was flowing out of the female officer’s blood-drained cunt in stream after stream, looking like a lime spring at the bottom of our highland valley. Her breasts, shoulders and arms were turned up in small patches of flesh that had been bitten open by the men. We poured two buckets of water over her body as well.

The men got on top of her again, puckering their asses against the Major’s body and working hard. Since the initial shock of humiliation had passed, the woman was already numb to the men’s frenzied thrusts, and under the endless pressure and squeezing of the burly men, Li Chun swayed softly like a lifeless piece of gelatin, intermittently spitting out muffled grunts from her half-open mouth.

The vengeful gang rape ended as abruptly as it had begun. The naked Highland warriors looked at each other for a while and finally realized that everyone’s cocks were all hanging down listlessly, maybe a few of the stronger ones had already fucked a second time, but now no one had any desire left. It was only noon!

Brynn’s loud voice came from the big room where the horses were kept: “Have you seen your female comrades? They’re all naked! Ha ha ha ha!” He led a few men to bring the eight Flatland soldiers who were guarding the caravan.

Snowy Past (III)

The second most bizarre act of foolishness of the year, a portrait of the feelings of erotic literature writers is as follows: All of you righteous people who patrol the market for eroticism: the female characters in my text are all positive, and they are my favorites. I have long been obsessed with the tragic fate of the woman who falls on hard times, trying to find out once and for all how she can maintain as much composure and dignity as possible if she meets an unfortunate fate, and how she interacts with her adversary, who is destined to break down and die, but will try to do so to the very end.

Lin Qingqing had this to say: “┅After this, it doesn’t matter what happens to her little mother.”

When it was dark, I put down my pen wearily and said to Philip, “The time has come; tell them to come again.”

At the time, it was the most poignant response to violence that I could envision, and how many people in the world could have achieved that level of courage?

Little brother another series of “full of flowers” of the master of the three confessions said: “and up to midnight, a moment to dream back, check the mood, the memory of the thought of the idea of the pain, but the chivalrous bones of the powder, the thorn hairpin tenderness. Quiet like Bicui, as powerful as Ju sister, charming as no name, are better than the eyebrows far away. It is a fake chapter of sexuality, hidden can cry and sing of virtue, repudiate the shame of vulgarity and tyranny. The same way all friends, can not fail to notice a certain painstakingly! The article slightly earlier posted in the altar, or can be quoted as a note.

I am sorry if I still cannot apologize for what I have said.

Thanks Brother Ali and thanks BOB.

The text involves extreme violence, the two sides of the Taiwan Strait and all over the erotic version of the search for innocent love, quickly back! The erotic version of the sudden masturbation and political imagination, do not enter!

Why is the tyranny and cruelty of mankind so unfathomable, and why do people’s hatred for each other flow like the Yajiang River? Today I am a seventy-year-old man, but I still refuse to forgive my opponents, and I think my opponents have by no means forgotten me as a brutal enemy. If a man kills my brother, I will dishonor his wife and daughter. Buddha’s retribution is distant and hidden, on the other side of heaven, and there is no way that human life can wait for justice that long. We are beasts in the mangy forests of the highlands; our revenge is direct and wild; if we do not do so, it is not we who survive.

Where is my home far away? And who cares how I can see my homeland again? No, I will never repent what I have done. It was Li Chun’s destiny to fall into my hands. If it had been me who had met with bad luck during those crazy years, I would have died as bravely as Li Chun, and I would never have complained.

The male captives who had been tied up in the stables for the day and night were also naked on their asses, having torn off their uniforms since the beginning of yesterday. My warriors would get bored after fucking the women and turn over there, picking up a random wood stick and whipping it down without a head. Men beating men isn’t going to be a fine job, so they all look like they’re in pretty rough shape now, with blood running all over their heads and faces.

“On your knees, on your knees!” Brynn swung the club round and smashed it against their shoulders, and the tall northerner with sideburns stumbled and turned his face to stare at Brynn, but Brynn smashed him in the face again, and the man cried out, “Bastard! …” and fell to the ground with a thud.

Brynn grunted through his nose, raised his big stick and pointed it at the second one and said, “You!” This second one looked at him and fell to his knees.

The tied men knelt in a row under the two stakes, in front of the naked female prisoners, and in the middle of the ground lay Li Chun on his back, his breath dying. Two highlanders lifted up a flatland soldier and set him up next to Li Chun: “Flatlander, have you ever married a daughter-in-law?”

He struggled, trying to shake them off, saying something like “Fuck, fuck!” He said something like “fuck, fuck!” and Bryn rushed over and stabbed him in the stomach with a wooden stick, and he bent over, unable to make a sound in pain.

They let go of him, leaving him soft between Li Chun’s legs.

“Flatlanders, try a woman of your own!” Brynn went for his chin with his toe: “Fuck her once and I’ll let you go.”

The man below slowly raised his face to look at him, and seemed to nod, before suddenly lurching forward and taking a bite out of Brynn’s calf. All Brynn was wearing was a pair of leather boots.

Brynn jumped back and away with a yell and I said, “Cut him off.”

The captive was tightly held down by several big men, Dunzhu holding a dagger in his crotch rubbing back and forth: “Do you want to do it? Do you want to do it? If you don’t do it, you’ll never do it again!”

“Dream on!”

He cut him until he bled and pissed all over the place. The endless screams made me shiver.

Li Chun barely managed to pull herself up from the ground and said, “You…” as Brynn lifted his boot and stomped on her big, soft, bloodied breasts, stomping her back down to the ground.

“Next.” I said.

Dragging out another one, he froze and knelt beside the larger woman without much too much struggle. Brynn patted him on the shoulder: “Let me help you, friend.” Brynn pressed the large wooden stick he was holding against the female captive’s pussy, rotating it from side to side and pressing it down inside.

The stick was too thick to poke in, it just twisted the woman’s labia majora and turned it up, the wood filling and blocking her entire external genitalia. The stick twisted, and so did the woman beneath it, Li Chun’s two hands gripped the stick, but her hands had long since gone limp, and she was in pain as she lifted her legs into the air and bent them up to clamp down on the wood, every toe on her bare feet shivering.

Brynn smiled a false smile as he lifted the stick upwards quickly and pounded it back down, hitting the flesh with a muffled “plop”. Li Chun let out a long howl and bounced like a fish thrown on the beach, the force of which caused her to break free of the large wooden torture device, and she rolled from side to side, clutching at her own skin.

We waited until she drifted into a very unnatural position, tilting her head awkwardly. A face full of tears and drool clung to strands of her short hair.

My warriors took hold of her feet and dragged her back to her feet, ripping both her legs apart. The slits of her two fleshy lips were full of blood that turned into a small trickle down her ass at her perineum.

The body of the man who had been kneeling there shifted a little, and his thing lifted thick and strong in an upward direction in the face of the naked and wounded woman’s body. Brynn grabbed him by the back of the neck and pushed him forward hard enough to make him flop down onto their Major’s body. It wasn’t enough, Brynn bent down and continued to grab him by the neck and press him downward, causing his torso to slide around the woman’s naked body. The male captive seemed to be struggling to get up, and like he was trying to find the woman’s place with what he had, he couldn’t get up with his hands behind his back.

The female officer underneath him bit her lip to avoid the face of her male comrade. Bryn said, “Dozens of times, and cut it off before it’s dry! One, two…”

Surprisingly, it was Li Chun who slightly raised her own buttocks by the strength of her waist, her bony, plump, even hips swaying back and forth in the air two or three times to meet the man. Exhaling “Oh…”, she dropped back to the floor, and the man on top of her grunted twice.

Brynn stood up and hit the man’s ass with a stick: “Move it, fucking move it!”

The male captive rocked his ass from side to side, the arms behind him could not hold his upper body up, “No, hold it up, hold it up!” Brynn’s stick pumped down further and the male captive let out a ragged moan, not sure if it was from the beating or the lovemaking.

He arched his head over Li Chun’s bare chest, using that as support to lift himself up, then dropped back down heavily as soon as his neck was loose, and arched up again. Funny, very funny, we were all laughing. The man, whose ass was already red and swollen, slumped to the ground after five or six laborious thrusts, “Oh, oh…” Lee Chun exhaled again.

A couple of men went up and cut the ropes that had been used to tie him back up and threw him back on top of his female captor. Gasping for breath, he braced his arms on either side of the woman’s body, slowly at first, “Ouch… ouch… ouch…” Li Chun cried out softly in pain, and then he gradually picked up speed until he was finally limply clutching the naked body of the female officer. My warriors dragged him away and another one came up.

The fourth struggled desperately and was hit in the crotch by Brynn’s club, which turned his area into a mashed up mass of meatloaf, but the others all ended up in the bodies of their female officers. The warriors of the Highlands gathered around to watch it all, and very promptly got excited once more, but this time they didn’t bother to get down on the ground.

Li Chun’s limp body was picked up by them and rested on the two stacked wooden crates, tying her feet apart on the corners underneath them. Her full pregnant waist bent at right angles as if broken, her upper body hanging upside down on the other side of the crates, her breasts hanging grotesquely over her shoulders, my warriors could now simply stand on the edge of the crates and poke their implements forward into their female captive.

As they yanked on the woman’s limbs and shook them with desperate effort, Bryn walked to the other side and lowered her head to look at Li Chun, the woman’s eyes closed tightly as if she had lost consciousness. Brynn spread her legs and held her own genitals against Li Chun’s upside down body and began to defecate, the urine turned into an arc pouring down, first on her chest and then on her face.

Unconsciously, the dim sun of the plateau sank behind the distant icy peaks glistening with snow, and the wind picked up, blowing the tousled hair of the naked women.

Past Events in the Snowy Region (IV)

Brother Star, I remember responding to Sister Ju’s article. Because it takes a lot of effort to get to this place, and the agents used are not regular, I did not pay my respects at that time, so I would like to thank you. I would like to thank you for your kind words.

Brother Ali is being overly complimentary. In the three stories of “The House of Flowers”, Beatrice and Siu Hung were just jokes, but in the last two paragraphs, they became serious literature, almost inciting class struggle, but the point of the work was not really cannibalism… Sinful… Sinful… Sinful… Sinful… Sinful… Sinful… Sinful… Sinful… Sinful… Sinful… Sinful… Sinful… Sinful… Sinful… Sinful.

Inspiration of fire and lightning like a flash, that perverted, depraved, debauchery, brutality of the magic city in its beautiful women after the incense has gone with the wind, forever down to the sink, the owner of the building, I’m afraid that there is no longer a chance to see people, right. Oh!

For those who are new to this place, there are warnings in the previous article, so you can view it from the beginning.

Tenzin’s stable was a large room made of rough logs. The hunter, Tonju, unlocked the brass lock on the door and yanked out the large chain that was threaded through the door’s ring with a “clank”.

He pulled the heavy wooden door outward and the Flatland girls, naked for two days, huddled together and sat in a row under the opposite wooden wall. Last night one by one they had been handcuffed behind their bodies, we have no shortage of things to tie people up with, the CIA can be a lot more generous when it comes to sending us murder weapons than money. On the other side under the wall sat five male captives, and three more were lying down, and even if they weren’t dead now, I’m afraid they weren’t too far off.

“Li Chun, stand up.”

Her head had been hanging off her chest and now she tilted her face up to gaze at me before she stood up with her back against the wall.

A wooden platform had originally been placed to one side of the stable, and my men were dragging the bulky thing over with great force until it was in sight of everyone. A man brought in a cast-brass fire pit for warmth, and as he fiddled with the charcoal inside, the fire slowly rose.

When we heard that I had gotten a liaison ministry, our far-flung funders in Y were as excited as a bunch of monkeys who had picked a banana. Last night the radio station located on the second floor of Dan Zeng’s house was blaring like crazy all night long. At first, those white CIA people wanted to ask us to organize a team of horses to send Li Chun to them, but my callback told them straight what I thought: they were crazy. So they sent me a long list of need-to-know questions, which I also wanted to know.

“Come here, Li Chun, come here,” I stared at my prey’s naked, slightly bloated nude body with a vicious grin like a wildcat’s: “I’m interested in what you’ve done, and we’re going to have to talk about it.”

I pinched her left nipple, soft, wet, and I rubbed it gently, even a brave warrior would have beautiful breasts. Li Chun lowered her head to look at my hand, and her own breast, the Brynn’s bite wound flipping open a patch of skin to reveal bright red tender flesh.

“Li Chun, you will not be unaware of the Highlanders’ reputation for cruelty; we are savages. I will ask you things I want to know today, and while I do so I will burn your flesh with a red-hot iron bar; I love to hear the screams of the enemy’s girls, and I love to see them bleed. Your men and women of war are going to stay here and watch you, they will see with their own eyes what a shirtless major officer ends up being. And guess what you’ll be by the end of the day? You’ll be crawling at my feet crying and begging. I’ve tried that many times and in the end all women are the same.”

With a sudden push, I felt Li Chun’s nipples turn into two thin, slippery layers of skin between my fingers. Unprepared, she let out an “ah” and violently twisted her body to shake off my hand.

I felt my lower body tense up as I said to Li Chun, “The hunt is on!”

The hanyou grabbed the female officer’s arm and dragged her naked body to the wooden countertop. Li Chun struggled for a moment and quickly gave up. There they choked her neck and waist and pulled her arms and legs apart and tied them tightly to the four corners with ox-hair ropes. One of the new Highlanders who had come in put down a heavy iron box on the side; it was the hand-cranked generator for our radio station.

Now there was no way for her to hide from whatever I was doing. I smiled and put my hand on her neck and stroked it, the woman’s entire bare naked body looking a little loose in the light coming in from outside the room, wiggling incomprehensibly like a translucent gel. I pinched her neck, pinched the muscles in her arms, and her body was amazingly soft. This spurred me to screw up her flesh more roughly, piece by piece, and I snapped heavily downward on her stomach, her belly spread out flat on the stage like it was trying to slosh out of its container of water when she struggled hard.

“Say something, girl, say something.”

The Highlanders and the Flatlanders have created a special kind of confrontation in the midst of the Snowlands. We have accepted the reality of the presence of Flatland armies in Snowdonia, and the Flatlanders have promised not to interfere with our way of ruling. For a long time the plateau has maintained a traditional relationship between master and servant, and the nobles do owe a heavy duty of protection to their servants, and that is the destiny that God has placed on the shoulders of our proud class. You can’t imagine a lifelong cattle rancher coming in and sitting across from me and telling me that he intends to talk to me about taxes on my estate. But the outsider flatlanders have their ideas, and it’s absurd that they agitate against the ranchers and farmers that we are vile exploiters. We can only hope they go away forever, peacefully, or be forced to.

It is for the eternal future of the Highlanders that we bleed now.

The Flatland Army ostensibly abides by the agreement we signed between us, and they are only stationed in some particularly important territories. But Li Chun and the women have been engaged in covert activities, making empty promises to some of the Highlander clans, cajoling them into supporting some sort of change in the snowy region. The bigger problem is that the Flatlanders have covertly created their intelligence network across the vast highlands, with eyes watching people like us: who we are, what we have, what we have done.

“Li Chun, I know you’ve had secret dealings with a lot of the families in Daylight City, and I want you to tell me who they are.”

“No, no one.”

Tonjoo pulled the iron that had been roasting in the copper fire pit that we had used to roast the beef. The tip of the iron glowed incandescent, and Tonjoo stared at it, his hands shaking with excitement. Torturing women had been his only dream in life, and the fact that he had been able to actually realize it under my hands had kept Tonjoo’s fervent loyalty to me. He touched the tip of Li Chun’s left breast lightly with it, and the woman’s body jumped on the countertop, but she held back from making a sound. The superficial skin that had been scalded turned red and rapidly swelled away from the fleshy surface, a translucent blister bulging high in the air as the water from her body was seeping into it.

“There must be one of your people in the insurgent camps in Y. Tell us who it is, who is it?”

Li Chun shook her head, not saying anything, just shaking her head. The branding iron in Tonjoo’s hand was pressed across to her right nipple and pressed down heavily. The pain was unbearable, and the woman’s shrill cries were deafening as her naked body twisted miserably and sharply to the other side…

But she couldn’t free herself from the bonds on her wrists, and Tonju raised the angle of the iron, the sharp tip digging into the woman’s breast before he slashed it to one side.

The burnt black skin flipped open on both sides, and the woman’s nipple was split in half from the center by a furrow-like groove. The woman stared at his hand from below, “Ah… no… ah…” she said with her mouth agape as if stunned, and a glistening bead of sweat sprang out from under her chin in the twinkling of an eye.

“So let’s talk about our side of Shannan, the various fortunate cities, who are your contacts?”

She grimaced in pain and gritted her teeth together, but didn’t open her mouth to answer. The dark red tip landed on the areola of the woman’s left breast with a thud, leaving a purple-black blood bubble.

I stepped back and stopped talking. Tonju wasn’t interested in questions, either; the matter of scalded women was enough to satisfy him in itself. He frequently changed to a freshly baked sub, and the pregnant woman’s warm, motherly-looking areolas gradually became flooded with an ugly, reddish and yellowish liquid, starting with large blood blisters, and then “puffing” and cracking as they were branded, and the dirty blood trickled down the sides of both breasts.

Li Chun’s throat was jerking up and down violently, her whole body gushing sweat outward like a strangled sponge, and soon the spasms of muscle extended to her whole body, and when the iron once again cut into her skinless, crimson flesh, her bound hands clawed madly at the air, stomping desperately on her bound feet and screaming out.

“Beasts… animals… bandits…” she screamed in confusion, her face twisted in pain like a crushed persimmon with many tears. We knew that this was a sign that she was on the verge of a breakdown, and that she didn’t necessarily really want to curse, but just had to distract herself from the pain by shouting loudly.

I frowned at Tonju as the fiery iron reached straight up to her mouth, and she paused abruptly, staring at it with rounded eyes, and shutting her mouth tightly. But the iron passed between her lips without mercy, like penetrating a bar of soap. Li Chun’s mouth opened wide into a round hole, and a horrible scream issued from the depths of her throat, along with the smoke of burnt flesh.

She threw her head violently to the side, “Grab her hair.” I said. Tonju grabbed her and pressed the side of her head against the counter, I took two steps up and drew another iron , sticking it down the woman’s cheek. My hand felt the friction of the sinewy tissue around the iron as I rotated my reddened implement with all my might, holding my breath for a few seconds, and “poof!” I entered her mouth with a crisp clang against her teeth, her head pinned to the wooden surface.

There was an “ah” from one of the female captives who were watching. Li Chun did not move, and a little blood spilled from between his lips. I pulled out the iron and threw it back into the fire: “Tonju, come again.”

The Snowy Past (V)

Sister 38, there are more males here, it’s scary! The guy in the Philippines is a caveman.

Go check it out, you’ll love it there.

Ahem, BOB, life is not as good as it seems, so bear with me. Sister Ju wants to kill someone, it’s too dangerous to stay in your house, let’s just eat her.

This time he used his soldering iron to slowly destroy the woman’s armpits, exposed by the spreading of her arms, first scorching and curling up the sparse body hair of the woman’s armpits, then the area’s densely covered skin with tiny wrinkles, and finally he penetrated deep black hole after deep black hole in the bright red connective tissue that lay bare underneath.

Li Chun no longer had the strength to scream or curse now, and as the iron pressed on it all that could be heard was her lamenting in a hoarse voice in excruciating pain while blood poured from the ragged opening in her cheek. We waited for Tonju to slowly continue as he gradually widened the scope until the naked body was speckled with dark red welts from neck to ankles. The muscles that had been scalded off the skin were tender and engorged with blood, and the shiny mucus that seeped out of the injuries ran all over the woman’s body.

Her blue and purple cheeks were swollen like two hairy buns, and her lips were grotesquely turned outside. It was now impossible to tell what her original face looked like. Li Chun may have been a bit delirious, and when I asked questions she just moaned vaguely.

Brynn said, “Tonjou, turn her underneath.”

For a mature woman, Li Chun’s pair of large labia looked a little too plump, showing an abnormal purple color, obviously from having been beaten by Brynn at one time or another. He peeled them back to the sides and pressed them firmly against the roots of her own thighs with his hands. The woman’s entire vulva was revealed to us in full view, the mucous membranes brilliantly red and moist, the slit lined with blood clots left over from yesterday. The slit encased in a small fold of flesh was opening and closing weakly. My hunks stared intently at the roots of her thighs and for a moment showed some dumbfounded expressions.

But the hot iron in Brynn’s hand then fell mercilessly, and her plump thighs spasmed violently in front of our eyes, spreading out on either side, with a surge of muscle protruding from underneath the skin, writhing and dissipating. From the other side of the stage, Li Chun’s mouth was open and shaking, but she couldn’t utter a single decent word: “I… I… Ah… I… I… I… I… I… I… I… I… I… I… I… I… I… I… I…” she said.

The sub pressed down on the woman’s tender hole and heaved in a complete circle, raising the burnt protein stench of a burning rat. Li Chun’s cries choked completely deep in her throat, and she just threw her head back frantically, white foam bubbling out of the sides of her mouth.

“Ai…” Li Chun finally let out a long breath, the pain and shock focusing her attention. “No, no more… to… ouch…” Urine spurted out suddenly, soaking her darkened flesh and making a mess on Tonjou’s hands.

“The rebels… your… camps… Wang Ching… and, Sangchu, have… connections with us… and, the Tsering family…”

I gently patted her face: “It’s better, it’s better.” I asked one family at a time, “Who did you look for in the Toden family?”

Li Chun uttered a name weakly, “Tsomai’s family.” She said again.

“Intelligence points in various fortunate cities?”

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I asked Lama Tulku, who had been reading scriptures since he was five years old, “Did you write it down?” I took the papers from him and went back to the top: “In the camp of the Y insurgents, you bribed Wangyal and Dechen, is that right?”

She stays for a moment, stalling with a soft groan, then nods. Go back to the head and look around and you’ll see that she’s making it up as she goes along.

“Woman, this is not good.” I said calmly. I carefully placed the tip of the hot bar next to the inside of her turned-up labia majora, and moved it away quickly with a light touch. On the woman’s soft mucous membranes, the small spot had changed color, and I watched as a large light red blister swelled dramatically, and I touched it again against the lower edge of the blister…

The first round is always light, and one look at the woman’s crumpled face tells you she’s already tasted enough pain. This way after her entire delicate skin layer has all but floated away from her flesh saturated with bodily fluids, you still have the chance to poke through the layer with the tip of the iron and tear the skin off the inner side of her fleshy lips like a boiling tomato, a very thin and soft skin. You get to have fun twice in the same spot.

At that moment, her series of hissing cries were like a cat being skinned alive, and when she was finally able to speak, she said in a broken voice, “Don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t…”

“Yeah? Only if I happen to want to hear it, I just want to hear someone scream right now.”

“No… please, please…”

“Tonju, pull back some!”

The woman’s skinless naked flesh glistened with stars and water, and I could see tiny veins pulsing half-buried in the flesh. My fingers traced her surface, slippery as dissolving cheese.

“Aigoo… Oh…” moaned Li Chun, lifting herself up a little from the countertop to see what I was doing, or perhaps to see what had become of her!

“Hold your horses, good girl, don’t think about the end, it’s not even close!” I said, the tool in my hand poking into the fold where the woman’s upturned labia joined her vaginal opening, my wrist pulling outward across the room with such force that her bare flesh turned jagged and split apart, the gushing blood evaporating into smoke on the hot metal.

Unlike Tonju, I prefer to pierce a woman’s flesh, I like the thick toughness of that.

Li Chun stood there with his neck frozen, his throat gurgling. For a moment, the woman’s eyes protruded from their frames, and underneath her sweat-soaked, oily skin, muscle after muscle clenched into a ball. She let her body writhe uncontrollably for several seconds… “Bang!”

The ground fell back to the countertop with a thud.

The Highlander man who had been waiting nearby doused her face with water to wake the woman up. Finally she opened her eyes and stared blankly at the roof. I waved the already red-hot branding iron in front of her eyes: “Woman, second stroke.” Li Chun opened her mouth and just a stream of bloodied saliva flowed outward. Then I made a similar cut on the inside of her labia on the other side. This time she spat out a mouthful of dirty water, and although she was already exhausted, Li Chun barely managed to scream out in agony.

Each time, one has to wait and wait for the iron bar to be reheated. The already scalded flesh could cause the woman to experience constant and extreme pain, and the horrible waiting tended to break her spirit even more. She already knew that each next time would be unbearable, and she also knew that each next time would come as expected, with no end in sight.

It took me a long time to turn the labia majora on either side of the female officer Li Chun into little scattered strips, and since I wasn’t using a sharp blade, there were still some wisps of meridian linked between these little pieces of flesh. The prolonged high heat charred the edges of the jagged sections, like slices of half-raw lamb on the grill, and the burn-dried plasma and bodily fluids bonded together into a sheet of black dirt.

“Water…” she murmured, “Water… ouch… I’m having a baby…” She shivered weakly again, and hunched her shoulders as if a cold wind had blown over her. A thick, clear pulp was slowly seeping out of the blackened slit of her vagina, and it was hard to tell what it was, as the entrance to her burned vagina had swollen considerably.

“Li Chun, this has been more fun than you thought it would be to live through, hasn’t it? This is just the beginning.” I leaned down towards her blank face: “We could spend just as much time ironing a woman’s foot, and you’ve got two feet, don’t you? And, you know what that rotten hole in your bottom is for, right? But a red-hot iron bar, maybe it wants to know too! I promise you, you’ll enjoy it for many days, you’ll get it all.”

Li Chun closed her eyes, but she opened her mouth and said softly, “Why… why? I’ll… I’ll… I’ll… I’ll tell you… Drink… Drink… Drink water… Aigoo… I… I… You… Tell… Tell…”

“I said reason, Major Girl.”

Li Chun finally told us all she knew, that no one can still look like a hero after a day of being branded with a hot iron bar, no one. I now realize that the old lama with the falcon’s nose and muffled voice all day at Zadan Temple is a traitor to the Highlanders, and I will be looking for him to settle the score. As we suspected, there are at least three people working for the Plainsmen in the training camps run by the CIA gang of idiots in the Y.

We certainly don’t trust a plains woman as cunning and stubborn as Li Chun so easily, and Tonju has now turned her attention to the woman’s feet. Li Chun was doubled over on the countertop, prostrate and bound downward.

Her ankles, in particular, were wrapped with thick cowhair ropes to ensure that her paws were spread skyward in one motion.

Lama Dupuy sat close to the side of Li Chun’s head and grabbed the woman’s short hair to twist her face in his direction as he read the list he had memorized for the third time.

“Zadanji, who is it?”

“Yes, yes, Lop Lama, it’s him, it’s… water, water…” said Li Chun weakly, and we certainly hadn’t given her any water.

“Right. Contacts in each of the fortunate cities.”

“Aigoo… it’s Dorje, the yak hair collector.”

“Hmph, that wasn’t the name you said last time.”

“No, don’t burn it, let me think… don’t… ah ah ah!”

Tonju was waiting for this, and without hesitation he plunged the blazing iron toward the woman’s feet, rocking them from side to side, the soles of the woman’s feet already ragged like a pile of mincemeat, her toes tensed and scrunched together at first, and then stiffened and splayed back, the woman’s lightweight paws flexing into an arch.

“Aigoo, aigoo ah… I… I… Mom!” The female major shouted hoarsely.

Tonjou pulled out the iron , his other large hand held the woman’s footplate lifting her a little higher and sideways at an angle, this time the reddish iron slowly passed through the cracks of her toes as the woman wriggled her foot desperately.

Tonjou threw away the blackened soldering iron and said, “One more.”

He added his other hand, as if he were choking a struggling snake, and the other aimed at the next toe-crack and carried the smoke through it.

That’s her punishment for trying to cajole us. You cannot remember a lie as if it were true by asking the same question over and over again, and giving immediate and prolonged torture for inconsistent answers. When the subject of the interrogation, in extreme pain, tells the same person four or five times in a row, you can be generally sure that she is telling the truth, so that you can be sure that you are not accusing an honest Highlander.That’s what the experts at the CIA have taught us.

So by the time it was after midnight on this particular day, the ten toes on this woman’s feet had been transformed into ten crimson strips of soft flesh, slippery and drenched in yellowish bodily fluids. Their epidermis had shrunk in the heat into little dark brown curls that lifted off at the roots and crevices of the toes. Likewise, both of her paws had been turned into two tubs of mashed salad-like rotting mess, the kind of food I’d seen before in Y, only much redder in Li Chun’s case.

Tonjou was certainly not a man with much mercy as he continued to cut cracks in her thick heels as the woman jerked from her full calves and progressed upward to halfway up her ass. Sweat from her body had pooled on the countertop and was dripping down to the floor.

I’m going to bed. I trust Tonjou, he will do things well: “Tonjou, you stay and ask her a few more times.”

He was busy trying out the hand-cranked generator, wrapping the copper wire from the electrodes around the woman’s big toe, “No problem, sir.” He said.

The Snowy Past (VI)

I once saw a friend who loves cannibalism named XY here claiming that either he dies or Yuan Yuan dies, or else he will surely eat people (women) clean. This statement is deep in my heart, but in my little brother here, there is still another possible misfortune is the death of the agent, if not one of these three, the female beast is sure to kill down.

If you haven’t seen me after 3 weeks, the agent may be dead, and anyone with a sense of chivalry can send an e-mail to [email protected] to come and rescue him. If it’s been more than 3 weeks and Yuan Yuan is still alive but YYY still hasn’t replied…

After all this business had been done, we began a new round of entertainment in the new morning. The men of the highlands took turns to stand at one end of the table, clamped both of the women’s thighs under their armpits, thrust themselves into the women, and jerked their backs forward ferociously.

“Mmm… mmm… ouch… ouch ah… …” The female captive’s body rocked back and forth, emitting muffled sounds from her nostrils, intermittently interspersed with moans of excruciating pain. They threw her down, letting her legs dangle heavily, and contentedly stepped aside.

After a day and a night, the woman’s entire lower body, which had been completely scalded, was swollen and glistening, and the surface of the exposed muscles was red and white, like a watery ball of flowers wedged between her thighs. In the center of the large ball of flesh, the bloodied and dripping pussy grinned widely like a giggling mouth, and around it spread the woman’s two cut labia majora, which had turned into large or small pieces of raw flesh, like the petals of a chrysanthemum that had been swollen in the water.

All the structures of the female genitalia that should have been covered underneath were turned out layer by layer as if they had been blown over: the tender clitoris, the pink labia minora, and the dark entrance to the vagina was open to a width of almost three fingers.

The entire mucous membrane layer of the injury, inside and out, was filled with thick, light yellow mucus like the flesh of a peeled grape.

Brynn made a grotesque face stroking up the female officer’s mangled genitals, he felt around in her swampy puddle like he was catching a fish, squeezing one of the mutilated pieces of flesh to pick it up and look at it, then he pushed his meaty pole up and crushed the craters in the woman’s whole swollen bare flesh with that straight thing, he even squeezed the slippery water out of the festering flesh, and he used this ridiculous tool to bring the Li Chun’s shattered labia fragments up in turn. Finally he stabbed in too, moving back and forth, raising his eyes in enjoyment.

Li Chun’s two bare legs slowly lifted upwards, her pair of bloodied and battered paws buckling as if to find some support in the air, and they ended up bumping into Brynn’s lower half. It was a horrible sight to see the four legs of the two of them twisted together, hairy and black and blood-scarred and white.

“Hot… let go… ouch… hot… mom…” the woman muttered some meaningless words, we didn’t tie her hands, she raised her right hand hesitantly to feel for her bottom, someone casually swung a bar of iron and hit her wrist on its bony knuckles, sending her right arm flinging outward.

“Oh…” said Li Chun with a long sigh, inclining his head to look for where her hand was.

“Okay, okay, stop.” I pushed Brynn away: “Get her up.”

They grabbed the woman by her big arms and pulled her up so that she stood against the wooden platform to the ground, where she went limp as soon as her feet touched the ground. Our cowhide boots kicked messily at her bare buttocks and thighs, telling her to crawl forward, and she lay on her back and wriggled around miserably, but it wasn’t until a sharp iron dug into the flesh of her buttocks that she let out a low yelp and moved two steps forward.

I grabbed the iron from the kid’s hand and swung it up and smashed it into the woman’s ribs, and Li Chun let out an “ow” and took two more steps. I pulled her head upward by her hair, and her eyes swelled into two slits.

“Open your eyes and look around, see this thing?”

The female officer found herself kneeling between the legs of a flat man as the remaining five male captives were pulled up and tightly backed against the wall.

“Open your mouth and take it in.”

She looked at me blankly, and my captive and I looked at each other for a while: “Why… why… why are you… why are you… why are you… why are you… why are you?”

“Why, why? Are you asking me? To do or not to do?”

“No… I don’t.”

I caught a glimpse of the copper wire still wrapped around her two big toes, and I wrestled her away from me to take a step back, “Tonjou, crank that machine.”

In an instant, the woman’s legs spasmed as sharply as the legs of a shotgunned ewe, her upper body falling back to the ground, her buttocks arching upward under the electric current, and an inexplicable “gurgle” rising in her throat.

Stop, I pulled her up and asked again: “Do not do?” Her face was rolling with shiny beads of sweat like lotus leaves in the summer rain, her eyes were straight, her mouth was open, and her hands were twisting her breasts in despair: “I… I’m angry… my heart… my heart… it’s… hard… it’s… hard…”

“To be or not to be?”

The captive gasped and shook her head, “No… oh…”

“Tonjou, try another place for her.”

Dondo squatted down next to her and looped the copper wire toward the woman’s nipples, where only two ruddy buds of flesh, slippery and full of goo, snapped on and came off.

“Idiot! Find something pointy.”

The idiot circled around the entire shed and he found nothing.

“Tie her hands behind her back first.”

Li Chun was at our mercy, she knew it was pointless to resist, and a couple of hans pressed her tightly into the ground on her back.

“Those seeds, iron!” The charcoal ashes in the copper fire-pit were glowing a dull red, and the iron stick resting diagonally in it was glowing the same dull red from end to end; we hadn’t played with it for a while, and the fire was dying down. I wet a long piece of cloth in a bucket of water and carefully wrapped the handle of the iron stick in a circle.

Adding another robust Highlander to the mix, he rode on Li Chun’s crotch with his legs apart, tensing his muscles to squeeze the woman’s waist. Iron clenched in my fist, I held it flat like a dagger and stretched it back, and I let it drive in with a punch aimed across the root on the outside of Li Chun’s breast.

The thick mass of flesh slid and hardened like a yak’s neck as I knelt beside Li Chun and bit my lip, my left hand gripping the woman’s breasts sinking spasmodically into her flesh. I worked hard on my right hand, twisting it, punching it, pressing it down like a crowbar – this would widen the wound and make my tool less obstructive as I moved it rapidly back and forth… When you do it, you learn that human flesh is not so easily penetrated, and the woman’s breasts were stretched and squeezed against the one on the other side of her body, turning it into a weird mass of American chewing gum For a long time, I couldn’t care less about Lee Chun-jung’s reaction.

“A new one!” I pulled the metal implement from her deformed breasts, and someone handed me a new one fresh from the fire, already wooded, now dazzlingly white-hot. In this gap I glanced at Li Chun’s face, which was being held down by Tonju’s death grip on her hair, covering her jaw… I have never forgotten the face of a woman with a crooked nose and eyes like that.

The depths of her breasts “squeaked” and I could feel the iron spikes traveling briskly through the woman’s body before stalling out again in the last quarter of the way.

I heard her unexpectedly clear voice: “Let me lick him, don’t tie it, don’t tie it anymore… I’ll lick him!”

I pulled the iron rod back a little from her bloody mouth, wiggled it to loosen it a little, and moved my stiff wrist a little more. With a final… two… a third “puff”, a blood-red tip emerged from the other side of the woman’s breast.

I let the iron Remaining in Li Chun’s breasts and standing up, I said to the hanyou who was fiddling with all that iron and fire, “Wait a little longer to do the other one, burn it hotter for easier penetration.”

Despite using a much hotter tool, it still took quite a bit of effort in penetrating her second breast. Li Chun shrank in pain, like a green worm playing dead, as the hanyou pressed back under the naked man. Her breasts swayed lazily from side to side, and across their roots hung two dark black irons, their weight falling downward on her skin and flesh, with wires wrapped around the thicker handles of the irons. After these two blows, her breasts, which had been quite firm and full in shape, fell down in the twinkling of an eye, like two leaky leather wine bags.

The woman’s eyes were closed, her mouth stagnantly open, and she let out a monotonous cry like an idiot, with no variation in tone nor color of emotion.

Dondo took hold of her head and shoved it into the man’s crotch, rubbing it back and forth: “Open your mouth, open your mouth!” But the woman was still screaming “ah, ah”, she was not stubbornly resisting, she was just confused by the pain.

Tonju wasn’t so understanding though, “Asshole!” He grabbed the woman by her soft neck and pushed her hard against the wall with a loud thud, and Tonjou’s right hand added to it, pressing her back tightly. He rubs Li Chun’s traumatized and pierced breasts back and forth against the rough wall like a ragged garment, pulling back, slamming, and slamming again, and we see the blood trickle down from her breasts to her stomach.

“Open your mouth!”

The woman gasped sharply, she wasn’t screaming like that anymore, and she had her mouth open.

“Contain him!” Tonjou pressed the woman’s head underneath and she contained him.

“Lady officer,” he whispered into Li Chun’s ear, “you’ve got to get him out of there, or I’ll cut this thing off of him and give it to you to eat.”

The female officer was shaking and sobbing, but she was also moving. Later, the two movements blended together, forming a watery rhythm. The man on the wall, his eyes closed, was eventually brought into the same atmosphere, and he opened his mouth and let out a sound with ambiguous meaning.

I made a gesture towards Tonjoo, who stepped aside, and the woman with her hands tied behind her back rocked her naked body back and forth in an effort to… Suddenly her whole body tensed into an arc like a drawn bow. These two people, man and woman, trembled in the same rhythm and cried out together in perfect harmony.

Then Li Chun bounced off the ground and fell to the side, rolling under the men’s legs, and as we jumped around to avoid her, it was Tonju who was cranking the generator’s handle. The wire wasn’t long enough and was wrapped around the woman’s body, its copper wires pulled and tugged off the iron head.

The disconnected woman stiffened and stilled, but her two large, tattered breasts were still blogging up and down for a long time, one after the other.

It was obvious that Li Chun had unconsciously tightened her jaws at the first moment of the electric shock , naturally her teeth bit down on that Flatlander thing, and a bite like that was presumably surprisingly heavy, and the guy was bleeding. Suffering such a setback while enjoying a woman’s lips and tongue wouldn’t make anyone envious.

We find it very tiresome that a woman moves around too much when she is electrocuted, and it stops being fun when she disconnects from her man. But it was really beyond the bounds of Li Chun’s own control, and beating her would not solve the problem. After half a day’s work to get it right, dragging the big wooden table to the wall, rewinding the wire to the iron rod across Li Chun’s breasts, and getting her down on her knees at the table and strapped to its legs, the game was now able to go on for real.

We sat on the dais and ordered the female officer to take her soldier into her mouth again, and if she refused to do so of course we gave electric shocks, which beat the woman down there until her hands and feet were convulsing. After three days and nights of such severe torture, we were satisfied that Li Chun’s resistance was so weak that only a few minutes of intermittent electrocution was needed for her to agree to obey orders.

Past Events in the Snowy Region (VII)

We were in a mood to enjoy Li Chun’s lewd blowjob performance, and waited until they seemed to be really getting into it, cranking up the generator violently as they entered the final stages of their arousal together. The female Major’s naked body, bound tightly to the edge of the table, shrugged up and scooted upwards as far as she could, naturally biting her makeshift lover tightly again at the same time. Importantly, now that she was immobilized in that spot, neither of them could duck out of the way, and Li Chun was just able to manage to slam the back of her head hard against the edge of the wooden table while pulling the contents of her mouth in and out of her mouth as the electric current spurred her on. Then she involuntarily opened her mouth and let out a grotesque howl, her red, bloodshot eyes wide as she fought desperately with her own muscles, trying to use this opportunity to push the contents of her mouth out…

She was never able to do so, however, the electricity taking over her body instead of her will. She shook her head, up and down, up and down, her mouth bulging with the object, and blood, probably from the penis, flowed from the cracks in her lips and from the gaping holes in her cheeks. From the depths of her throat came some sharp, glassy “squeaks”; and the man cried out in agony from above, both from the electric shocks and from the bites.

Abruptly, she spat out the man’s cock and hung her head down to vomit. We stopped the generator, and Tonju plucked at the little strip of flesh that the flatland captive had shrunk in a bush of pubic hair with a crowbar, bloody with deep teeth marks.

“See?” He said to Li Chun: “A couple more times and you’ll bite him off. Again, take it in!”

The woman clenched her naked body and didn’t move, “Do you hear me!” Tonju’s iron struck her shoulder blades and Li Chun only let out a low “ouch”.

“Electrocute her.”

Shake the handle for a while and tell her, “Take it in!” If there is no response, shake it again until the woman whimpers and swallows the man in front of her face back into her mouth, then let her move.

We watched for a while, laughed and cursed for a while, and asked Li Chun: “Did you get him up? Enough big enough we have to electrify again!”

So the female officer stopped her head, but she was too tortured to have the guts to spit the man out, she just held the thing in her mouth and inclined her head a little to look at our grinning faces, tears and saliva melting together and running down her chin as she looked at us and shook her head reluctantly.

“This soldier is better than your husband, isn’t he?”

“Major, have you ever seduced one of your guardsmen?”

“I’ll let you taste us Highlanders later, will it be better than the Flatlanders? Ha!” A guy spat in her face.

The current certainly passed through her and him once again, and once again they both tensed their bodies and let out a mixture of male and female cries. It was conceivable that, under the circumstances, Li Chun had not made the flatland soldier cum in her mouth by the end of the day.

Everyone pushed the heavy platform and moved to the next man, such a big effort to deal with a woman was a first for us really, but she was a rare prey and she was worth the effort.

We did witness the female officer succeed in making some of these male soldiers achieve orgasm in her mouth, and as long as we don’t interrupt them with current, sooner or later, they will always be able to do it. Li Chun also swallowed the man’s semen under the threat of the iron rod held in Tonju’s hand. The man cocked his face god, shrugged his hips in warp texture, and growled out in a low voice, while Li Chun, who was kneeling beneath him in reverse restraints, obediently straightened her neck and swallowed with a tired and emaciated expression, her eyes wide open but blank.

Eventually, her head lolled to the side and she lost consciousness, and Tonjou tried to electrocute her two more times, and she twitched slightly, with a little grunt of reluctance, so she did seem a little tired.

In that time, the warriors of the Highlands had untied the other girls and pressed them to the ground, and the great room was littered with writhing, naked bodies, dark, robust males and the white, soft prey pressed beneath them.

“Wine!” I said, and indeed wine was fetched. I sat down on the dais that was sticky with Li Chun’s blood, tears and sweat, “Tonju,” I said, “get that tall girl here!”

He did drag the flatland girl with a face as round as a full moon, the prettiest of them all, with big eyes like hot springs filled with light mist and a straight nose. She stood in front of me, her lower body bleeding and shivering at the same time.

“Flatland girl, what’s your name, what’s your name?”

“Choi Laughing Dove.” She said softly, “It’s Cui Xiaoyue.”

“Flatland girl, did you see the appearance of your officer?” I held my hair and pulled up the unconscious Li Chun’s head underneath me: “Did you see what she just did?” I even saw her face a little red, really still a child!

“Have you done it before?” She shook her head, and I said in a soothing tone, “Woman, you have to learn it now… it’s very simple… do it!” I soon felt I couldn’t control myself. Wine really does hurt people. Inexplicably irritable, I raised my leg and kicked her in the stomach: “Take off the pants of the man in front of you, and take off the pants of the man called Dondruk! Lick him!”

“Where’s the sixteen year old girl?” I stood up and said, “Where’s the fire, add wood to start the fire, I want to roast the meat, I want to roast the flatland lamb!”

It wasn’t until the next day after I had sobered up that someone told me what I did next that night, and they could barely hold back their laughter as they told me that I ate her labia majora with hair. It was a really confusing night!

I looked drowsily at the Hiragana girl, who had been thrown to the ground with her arms tied behind her back like a lamb to be slaughtered, and all that was left of her small bare breasts were two large, bloody, round pits with a few pieces of uncut skin hanging from them. And her legs were spread out, and between them I could only see a hole that could fit into a human fist… a field of black blood. I couldn’t remember a thing about what I’d done or how I’d done it, and I thought she was probably useless to men.

Someone asked Cui Xiaogang to dance, “Yangge? I hate Yangge! Ever learned the Highlander’s dance?” Yes, she has.

Eighteen-year-old Choe Smiling Dove, a female civil servant, stood up straight and swung her long arms to one side while gracefully bending and flexing one leg – her calf was so moist that it looked like the tusks of a baby male elephant – and kicking out with her toes slightly arched… and then swinging her arms to the other side, she lifted the other leg, her polished knee flashing in turn.

The simple steps of the potshuang dance look better than our bloated highland women, and that’s because I’ve never seen a naked highland woman dance, even at a snowy festival. When a woman’s slippery waist is not bound with a skirt, it is naturally better to see her bare legs and feet lifted up, and I can see the subtle and interesting twists and turns of her gentle crotch.

But my head was aching, and I thought of the festive potpourri as a joyous and auspicious event, and so I think a smile began to spread across my face, and I was in a happy mood to realize that Trey Laughing Pigeon had grown a pair of the most robust breasts I’d ever seen, so high and still capable of shrugging, and that right now they were quivering and swaying in a very bewitching way, with light brown areolas that fluttered like two gerbera flowers in the wind.

Accompanying the woman’s naked dance steps were the mournful screams of the flatlanders, using no more men left behind. Some of them seemed to be cutting them open with sharp hunting knives, and finally disemboweling them, some of the heavy stomachs still hanging in their empty cavities, while much of the bellies and intestines and livers were swimming around in the ground like living animals, while the blood was running ahead of them, and quite suddenly it seemed to be flowing all over the place in a dark reddish gore.

Trey Laughing Dove watched numbly as the soles of her feet, raised sideways, leaked a reddish color and switched to the other one, which did the same. She danced naked in the deep red color until she slipped and fell to the underside of the wooden platform, where she fell to her knees and began to vomit.

Brynn knelt behind Trey Laughing Dove on his back, he let out a shrill giggle and slapped the girl lying on the other side of the room on the head, “Wake up, big daddy’s coming, haha, daddy!” He said, lifting a bloody object from the side and looking at his hand in disgust before crawling behind the girl, his hand covering the girl between her legs.

“Tucked in? Yes.” He muttered to himself, “Will it fall out? Bastard, it’s bound to fall out. I have to have a way…” he said stupidly.

By the time I saw the girl without breasts and labia again, she was standing naked between the two stakes in the clearing outside the house. She could only stand there motionless as her two flat outstretched hands had been nailed through the palms by the nails used to nail the horse’s palms to the posts on the left and right sides, and the blood had not stopped for the moment, but was still trickling down from in front of her legs and behind her legs, and pooling in a big red and fishy puddle at the foot of both of her feet.

They told me that it was also done on my orders, which again I can’t remember at all. I don’t know about the ones Brynn stuffed in either, I think it was genitals cut from flatland men to try and see if they really didn’t fall out.

She could still speak, and she said, “Please… kill me, kill, kill me! Please…”

“Come on, come on!” During the first two nights, we were sometimes awakened by a sudden, horrible cry: “Come and kill me, please…”

By then the wounds on her lower body had ceased to bleed and had been replaced with sticky, yellow and green pus, and some worms had even crawled out of her blackened and festering inner thighs. After three days of exposure to the highland sun, the white girl turned black and dry into a small piece of humanoid charcoal, her skin scorched to a paper-thin thing shriveled and curled up, exposing a map of pink flesh scattered one by one.

Amazingly, the little girl stopped begging for someone to kill her, and I think after the third day, she didn’t understand too much about whether she was dead or alive, she just felt her physical needs directly.

She bared her still white teeth and said hoarsely, “I’m hungry, I’m hungry… for water…” Brynn would say to Choi Smiling Pigeon, “Flatland Woman, bring a bowl of wheat porridge and feed your little comrade.”

If I remember correctly, the girl stood there for seven days before she gave out, it’s amazing how much life people have sometimes.

[End of Part 1]