Fewer people are complaining now…
ZHANG brother, I like the information very much, thank you very much. I’ve been collecting these (of course, since I’m so perverted), and they did pretty much the same thing later on in the snowy realm ∶ “He used a sharp knife to make a slash under the woman’s collarbone, splitting smoothly from her left shoulder along the base of her neck to her right shoulder. The cut was shallow, the flesh snow-white, like a plow blade slicing through the earth, blood bursting out one after the other.
Brynn’s left hand held the cotton tightly pressed up and stopped still: ‘A few moments of pressure will stop your bleeding, Flatland girl, don’t be afraid, you don’t have any large blood vessels under your epidermis.’ He moved his left hand to look at the tool in his right hand and inserted it through the center of the crack, the thin blade of the knife stood upright and cut straight down, evenly dividing the woman’s breasts that protruded in the shape of bones. The woman looked down at her split chest and belly, her lips turning blue and white in the firelight, her nostrils ‘hmmmmm’ with the effort being the only sound Dromae made.
The tip of the knife stopped at the woman’s rounded pubic area, where Chroma was left with only one or two sparse tufts of hair. He stopped her bleeding: ‘Your skin is only about a point or two thick, I’ll cut three or four points deep, I don’t want to cut open your cavity to expose your insides just yet.’
He grasped his hand into the wound and pulled it toward the side, and the woman in pain screamed. ‘Look at the section, the thin dark layer on top is your skin, the yellow and white underneath, which is oozing, is your fat, and the light red, with a network of blood vessels showing on the surface, is lean.’
He pressed the tip of the knife into the wound and cut down and back, it seemed almost light and discreet, but Chroma’s naked body bounced violently into the air like a fly that had landed on a spider’s web, ‘I know this is going to hurt.’ Brynn commented, ‘The slightest touch in the wound is unbearable.’
The woman threw her head back towards the night sky and hissed. …”
Scary enough? I skinned her in about such and such 5,000 words and only got half of the front off.
A lot more happened before we reached this day. In all fairness, it is myself who is scared now, and I think I probably did do something that Haven’t ever done before in the history of Haven’s book.
Yesterday I posted a discussion that was deleted, the moderators may have thought it was taking up space, or I was being a bit posturing, really I did hesitate a bit. I moved it to the speech of the owner of the full of flowers, now I wonder if it is still there? Here’s a snippet.
“He has a good friend of the number of flowers full of masters, also good to kill but kill beautiful, love beautiful life, such as ZDNZDN brother, you can try a flower full of masters of the past chapters, yin and yang reconciliation chapter although there is a blood, but love a section of the still can be considered pure and fresh. The master of the House of Flowers love people, he understands the ferocity of human nature, understand that women sometimes have to die, but he does love them sincerely.
The owner of the House of Flowers readily agreed to post an old work here for ZDNZDN’s enjoyment and critique. And not a word of cool sadistic detail description and still have shock, to spend full floor, or YYY?”
That’s why I reposted Anada’s story, I did want to compare the different opinions you all have on Hanamono and YYY, and I’m already planning to end YYY, which has become a bit of an epileptic game, after I finish Snowpiercer.
Past Events in the Snowy Region (VIII)
On the first floor of Tenzin Manor, the large room inhabited by my army of hunters, shepherds, and thieves, dirty leather mattresses and hunting robes were thrown about in bits and pieces, permeating the body odor emanating from the men who lived in the group. Two completely naked women stood side by side with their backs against the wall, one of them tiredly letting her head hang low on her chest, the other girl tilting her head back against the whitewashed wall behind her, her eyes gazing up at the roof.
Their hands were cuffed behind their backs, their ankles were similarly shackled, and an iron ring was drilled through the skin and threaded under the collarbone of each of their right shoulders. Above their heads, thin chains hung down from the wooden wedges nailed into the wall, connecting the rings to hold the girls’ bodies.
The female captives of the Flatland army had stood thus for many a day and night, and it was only when serving the Highland warriors that they could possibly lie beside, or under, the men for a while; otherwise it was rare for them to be relieved from the wall.
As they stood there on sore legs and feet, they probably prayed very sincerely that the next time the men’s interest would last a little longer. It was here that most of the Flatlander girls who fell into our hands during those years spent the last few months of the rest of their lives.
The bare-chested Tonjou carried a wide cowhide away to them, and they remained impassive in their original positions, both from weakness and because they had long been accustomed to what was about to happen.
Tonjou tugged up the face of the girl on his left and kissed her on the lips, puckering his tongue into the girl’s mouth, and the girl didn’t avoid it in the slightest, she just closed her eyes.
Dondo continued to laugh as his foot found the girl’s bare foot underneath, stomping on the latter’s toes with his heel, his boot turning around and around with force, crushing downward as hard as he could. The girl flinched back, a “whimper” escaped her throat, and two tears trickled from her closed eyes.
Tonjou raised his knee and heaved it against the base of the girl’s thigh, followed by a second stroke. Instinctively, the girl clenched her legs, but immediately afterward they stiffened and spread out to the sides from the spasms caused by the sharp pain. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened and closed, but she failed to make any sound as her legs bent up and she let her body slide down to hang from the iron ring on her right shoulder, twisting her body from side to side in agony.
“Forget it, Tonju.” The other two Highlanders stepped forward to remove the chain from the wall, and they dragged the girl to the center of the room.
The three men alternated entering her flesh, kicking her forcing her to climb on top of one, the second man then pressed down on top of these two stacked mounds of flesh and stabbed his own thick tool through the woman’s ass.
Tonju crouched down on the side of their heads and tugged the girl up, he had removed the robe that was tied around his lower back and he pushed his lumbering swaying organ forward, “Lick it, lick it!” He said anxiously, and the girl obediently stuck out her tongue, but she simply couldn’t keep her balance amidst the crush of two raging men, she couldn’t do what she wanted to do.
“Bastard!” Tonjou slapped the girl and stood up : “You, crawl over here!” Tonjou turned to another corner of the house.
Li Chun, the female officer who had nearly given birth, knelt naked at that end, with a copper basin full of water resting squarely on top of her head; her arms were held flat forward, her chained hands handcuffed tightly, and she was holding up a bundle of burning Buddhist incense in her hand. This was the punishment that Dondo and the others had come up with, presumably the woman who had served less frequently during the previous day would be ordered to kneel in this position for half a day. On her shoulder blades, similarly, she wore a small iron ring.
“Yes, Master Tonjou.” She said. She carefully lowered herself to put the incense on the ground and then said, “Master Tonjou, the slave is handcuffed and there is no way to remove the water basin.”
Tonjou laughed, “Did I tell you to take down the water basin?”
“Yes… yes, Master Tonjoo.” She sank down again smoothly on top of her water basin to sit on her own footplate, both hands groping the ground for the bundle of incense, her face frozen in concentration, just glancing downward and upward with her eyes desperately trying to find it. Finally she reached the incense with her fingers, reared it up, and shuffled over to us on her knees, the copper basin swaying slightly… but she miraculously carried it on her knees to our feet.
“Give the incense to His Lordship.” Dondo said, “Is it still burning? Very good.” He lowered the incense, which was lit with red sparks, and poked it into the woman’s breasts. “Oh… oh…” Li Chun suppressed her cries of pain, but her naked body was already stirring under the fire. Dhondup pressed the incense tighter against her breasts and turned her wrist… Li Chun’s body slumped, and the copper basin slid down one of her shoulders and rolled all the way to the wall with a tinkling sound, spilling water all over the place.
Dunzhu removed the incense from Li Chun’s breasts: “Female officer, did the master tell you to put down the water basin?”
“No… no, Khun Luang.”
Dunzhu grabbed the woman’s loose hair, holding that full bunch of incense touched her lips, Li Chun in the “ZiZi”
The loud frying sound instinctively twisted her head from side to side.
“Ah, how dare the slave hide? Open your mouth and stick out your tongue!”
Li Chun’s upper and lower lips were already covered with bunches of crystallized prairie blisters, and she opened them wide before spitting out her tongue in an effort to lengthen it. Ton-ju looked at the naked woman at her feet with her open mouth and spit out her tongue and stony expression, and blew on the Buddhist incense in her own hand so that those sparks flashed enthusiastically, and then pressed them together on the woman’s tongue that drooped like a dog in summer, and slid a handful of them, full of incense, down the ruddy, trembling bridge into the woman’s oral cavity. Tonju shoved them down there to the bottom, firmly, and when she pulled them out again, the fire had gone out in her mouth.
“Don’t you dare tip the water bowl over next time.”
“Don’t, don’t… don’t look, lamp, lamp-joo Lao… Master.” Li Chun said vaguely, her eyes glazing over, not daring to wipe the beads of sweat from her face.
Tonjou spread his legs a little further apart and held his ever-present erection in his hand: “Come on, Majoress.”
“Yes, Master Lamplighter, yes.” She leaned forward and buried her face under there.
In the crevices of the female officer’s tousled, dirty hair we could sometimes see the flickering pink, prairie-bubbled tongue, which she stretched out long enough to do the job, whimpering slightly from the pain. Her head shrugged more and more vigorously at Tonjou’s crotch, and then her whole naked body on its knees was driven up.
I waited until they were done and kicked Li Chun’s puckered bare ass, “Okay, get up and follow me.”
She staggered to her feet, wiping her cuffed hand over her swollen, shiny lips that were sticky with dirt, her sweat-soaked hair cascading down in a wet mess, the ends still dripping down.
Li Chun had originally had a well-defined face, her long, dark eyes forming two semi-circular arcs curving upward, a pointed chin, and if she hadn’t been a damned flat-earth officer, I would have guessed that she was an intelligent and amiable young woman. But three months had passed, and the female officer now had a rough, tanned skin that was even and uniform from her face, all the way down to the folds of flesh at the base of her thighs, like one of those female savages in the canyons along the Y border who’d been bare-assed all their lives.
In addition to holding up Buddhist incense over a water basin, making naked female captives kneel in the yard to bask in the sun was one of Tonju’s favorite forms of discipline during this summer. The woman’s dry, thin body resembled a dead poplar tree, and her whole body was lined with rough, bumpy scars like the scars on the trunk of a tree, and her lower lip had a deep crease as if it had been tied in a knot, which had prevented her mouth from being completely closed, and which was now, of course, even more enlarged several times over with fluid, making her a little bit like a crab that was spitting up bubbles, and leaving on her cheeks for ever a smooth, deep crater.
Unlike three months ago, Li Chun can certainly no longer be considered a good looking woman now, and I wonder if her amazing husband xxxxx would recognize his wife now?
Her two equally scar-strewn breasts hung loosely over her stomach, the only part of the lean body that seemed to have suffered no ill effects, the woman’s belly not only jutting out massively forward, but also spreading out alarmingly to either side of her waist, a bit like a fragile ant dragging a large pea along with it.
Li Chun gazed at my face expressionlessly, then with her free hand to hold up her rounded belly, she strained past me with a straight back and figure-eight steps, the way pregnant women always walk.
The chains of her shackles clanked on her feet, and I followed her out of the room, shouting upstairs, “Brynn, call that Flatlander wife of yours down here!”
The tall girl, Cui Xiaoye, was not chained to the place where the soldiers spent the night with Li Chun and the others, and Brynn asked me to keep that beautiful girl from the flatlands: “She’s an obedient girl, isn’t she?” I agreed with him.
For three months, Cui Xiaoyou, her hands and feet tied in chains and her face full of perpetual submissiveness, walked around the large house of the Tenzin family, busy doing the chores that female loincloths (maids) are supposed to do, wiping clean the painted lacquer cabinets and silverware, and, of course, always exposing her beautiful body naked. At night Brynn took her upstairs to her own little room and shut the door, and now she actually hid upstairs even in broad daylight; the hansom who had been roaming the whole of the Highlands for the first half of his life was a real slut.
Until the afternoon of that day, my not-so-soft genitals were still inserted in Li Chun’s cunt, which was lazily sliding back and forth. This was the second time today, and as you can guess, the previous time was too hasty, what she needed now was to wait slowly, feeling the shame she felt from her body to her mind rising up layer by layer like ocean waves, collapsing down in the endless humiliation of her enemy.
After all that furious gang-rape and torture at the very beginning, Li Chun never put up much of a fight, but today it was still her hands and feet that were chained with an iron ring, her arms spread wide and secured to the head of the bed, and her legs dangling off the side of the bed, chained to the foot of the bed. It’s not that I’m afraid she’ll do something to me, in her current shitty state I could kick her against the wall with one kick, I need this to make this Flatlander woman realize at all times that she’s in her own misery, and shouldn’t miss the slightest opportunity to destroy the bitch spirit.
Li Chun’s entire body floated high above the bed, and I, with the help of Cui Xiaodong, padded in many rags and miscellaneous scraps: rolled-up bear skins, wool felt, embroidered pillows, and so on, and finally lifted her buttocks to a height that was flush with my crotch. I stood under the bed between her parted legs, and because of her stomach I could not climb on top of her body.
Past Events in the Snowy Region (IX)
It was supposed to be a joke, and Ali’s friend knew where it started, and the internet is supposed to be a joke. But recently the snow has been nearly completed, a total of more than 70,000 words, and I know that made bad things, become too serious (later will be more serious), so there is this proposal.
After a morning of being slowly rubbed against my thing, her flesh hole was dripping like a clogged sewer. Sometimes, rarely, something deep in the flesh gallery twitched a few times, holding my thing tight inside, then going slack again. At that point, she’d slit her eyes up in front of her, spit out a little moan, and I’d ram her rounded dome two more times deep before withdrawing myself all the way out.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and smiled at her, and after a moment’s work she got herself under control and stared at me with her dark eyes wide open again. One of the many rules they had set up for the female captives they served that had to be followed was that they had to look at their rapist’s face while they were being raped and were not allowed to turn their heads or close their eyes.
“How about these two strokes, better than your husband?”
“Good, better than the slave’s husband.” Li Chun said softly.
“Has your husband fucked you that long?”
“No.” She replied briefly.
“Still want Master to fuck you?”
She had long since learned how to answer such a question: “I want to, slave want to ah.” She opened and closed her swollen lips, struggling a bit to say it, and her pronunciation wasn’t quite accurate anymore. But today was a special day, and she had to try harder.
Tenzin’s daughter’s boudoir was an interesting little room, with bear’s and leopard’s skins piled up all over the large lapis lazuli floor, and there was even an English fireplace built into one side of the brick wall, which would sometimes have been necessary to light a fire on a September night in the Highlands.
The slim, handsome girl, Choi Laughing Dove, knelt naked on a big plush bearskin, a robust girl with a round face and a high nose, once very active, I believe, but now her big eyes were tame as a heifer’s.
I snapped my fingers and her whole body shivered as she lifted her long eyelashes.
“Wine!”
In her flattened hand she carried a large hollowed silver tray, hand-engraved by the Indians with a floral pattern. Inside was the oil teapot, and the French wine bottle.
She came up on her knees, put the glass in front of my feet and poured the wine in. I put one hand up the roots of the two thighs that sloped across my side and stroked Li Chun’s labia majora from the inside out. They were already two stiff flaps of sinewy, knotted flesh, no longer as regular and complete as they had been, like old book pages torn and pasted together again. Anyway, they had grown back together.
I felt a dimpled scar on her surface and squeezed her hard: “Move, move suck , show me what you look like when you get slutty.”
She closed her eyes and sucked in a breath, but managed not to scream. There was probably no way a woman could get her pussy up without using her hands, but she didn’t dare disobey me, she didn’t dare say she couldn’t do it, and she’d had enough of that in the last four months to last her a lifetime.
She only seemed to contract her muscles inward as if she were holding her pee, her vaginal opening, rough and uneven due to the burns, stretched slightly, and she shrunk her stomach downward a little, and then later pushed her ass upward as if she were catering to a man, grunting as she did so. None of this was of much use, but even Li Chun was afraid that I would beat her up, and she had to work hard to do such stupid things if I wanted her to do them.
“No, Major, no, not even close!” I took a shallow sip of my wine: “Go on, don’t stop, and scream a little louder.” I sat down on the back of the wide circle chair and leaned down the whole body, touched my own a little up again, said to Cui Xiaodong: “mouth!”
That’s enough. She promised, “Yes! Master.” Kneeling down between my legs. Her tongue wrapped hotly around me, then softly swallowed me in, out and back in, which was better than using my own hands.
She sucked for a while, then stopped to timidly check my reaction before continuing. But my eyes were only on Li Chun, who was doing her best to give me a show, “Ouch…” she said, wiggling her belly, “Oh… oh…”
“Please, I love to hear it.”
She furrowed her brow like a big girl being fucked by a man and tossed her head from side to side as if she wanted it. But I knew she was faking it, women do that, and it’s really rare to beat up a female major in the Flat Earth Army to the point of pretending to be a slut for you.
“O lion of the highlands, please, give me your rod… ah… give it to me, my slutty slave!” She had memorized these clichés so much that she had no difficulty at all in repeating them.
“The lion of the highlands, ohohh… my husband is a pig, a dog… A… ohh…” Here she had more or less a little bit of shame left, so she pretended to be impulsive, and wailed and propped up her buttocks on the ground with her bare feet that were locked in the iron rings to lift them higher, and softly dropped them back to their furs, and then lifted them up again, sliding a few drops down the corners of her eyes as she did so. Tears. She hoped this would fool me into thinking she was crying over overflowing desire and could do so without having to repeat what she had said about her husband . The mention of her husband still caused her to stifle her heartache.
But my dick popped up under Cui Xiaodong’s tongue, followed by another bit, I like to talk about her husband. Stupid bitch Cui Xiaodong thought she got a chance to pander and hurriedly cooed her up and down , trying hard to use her strength.
“Bastard!” I lifted my foot upwards, the back of my bare foot hitting her squarely between her legs, the whole of her big pussy was soft and quite warm, her pubic hair was numb and feeling like a sheep, it was so nice to kick it up that you couldn’t help but want to do it again.
Her whole body jumped upwards and her thick lips slipped away from my foreskin. The naked girl grunted “Ummm… Ummm…” and puckered her buttocks in mid-air, holding back her movements with a reddened face.
I put my big toes up and hooked them around the fat flaps on either side of her, paddling them back and forth a few times, and she looked at me with those big, tear-filled eyes in trepidation, carefully moving her ass back and forth, fawning her fleshy hole toward my toes. I plunged in and flicked it around a few times, pulled out and straightened my instep for another upward stroke, this time with 80% of my strength.
She tilted on her back and rolled to the side, in pain and no longer have the strength to dress up the face of a docile cow. She put her two hands over the top, then shrunk up a pair of plump thighs and clamped her arms in the middle, like a winter melon rolled to this side a few ouch, and then rolled to that side a few ouch.
I got up and bent down next to Li Chun and pinched her nipple: “Is the slave girl slutty enough? If you can’t get in, you’ll have to kick me!”
I stood with my legs crossed and rested my big thing, which was in the midst of a stiffening, on her big belly, and then I looked at Li Chun’s face. Reduced to the point where even a Major would have to wriggle her locked body to cooperate to get to my plaything, she knew what it would be like to get a kick from me on that holey eye of hers.
Li Chun mobilized her hips back and forth, lifting herself up on her tiptoes to lower herself down… It took a while to welcome me back into her warm body. I rubbed back and forth a few times, but it wasn’t good enough, so I got down on her mountainous belly and set up my shoulders, grinning smugly at the face below me: “Go on, your pig dog husband. ” I wasn’t going to let her slide by.
“Oh…” she said, “I’m the sluttiest slave, I’m so slutty, oh…” while trying to push her back against my hips – not daring to close her eyes!
I pulled my thing out underneath and played with her whole watery pink outfit, arching this way and that.
“My husband doesn’t know how to fuck women, oh, my husband is a castrated dog, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh… I’m willing to be your slave, Master of the Highlanders, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, yoo, yoo, yoo, yoo, yoo, yoo, yoo, yoo.”
“I like to give you heavy pressure, ouch… I like to let you penetrate my hole…” she said as if memorizing a book.
I got a little bored and plunged my cock back in, pushing hard into her innermost parts, withdrawing and ramming back in.
“Ouch, ouch!” She screamed, contorting her face, mostly because of the pain in her stomach from me hitting her.
“Bitch, bitch, bitch, oh…” I said, “That’s it? Fucking hell! It’s so empty.”
Trey Laughing Dove had picked her plate back and was kneeling earnestly where she belonged. The eighteen year old girl was staring daggers at her new master, and her former officer, her expression numb and stagnant, like she was looking at two goats doing their job. Considering how shy she’d been in the past, our training had certainly paid off, and I turned just a glance toward her before she crawled over and burrowed into my crotch, licking carefully to get my dripping stuff clean.
I continued to drink my glass of wine: “Okay, Flat Earth Puppy?”
With a pair of my balls buried in her thick lips, she had to respond vaguely, “Sr… Sr., uhh… hoo… oh…” and then raised her eyes to look at me and nodded.
“Go! Go and get the key from the colored cabinet and untie your officer’s hands and feet.”
I sat back in my chair and took turns looking at the two once-glowing female officers, intending to talk to Li Chun about her problems.
Cui Xiaogou lowered his eyes to open the iron rings that bound her limbs, both of them avoiding each other’s eyes as much as possible. Simply just unlocking these four rings attached to the bed, the shackles and bracelets would of course have to be carried forever. Li Chun turned on her side with difficulty, slowly letting herself slide down the edge of the bed to the floor, grunting a few times as she frowned.
She didn’t bother to stand up, and with a clatter of chains on her arms and legs, she climbed down the flagstones straight to my feet and knelt upright.
“Li Chun, are you hungry?”
It was a question she hadn’t thought of, and she hesitated for a moment: “Sr., Sr., yes… yes.”
“Go on, pigeon girl, pour your lady officer a bowl of oil tea!”
“Thank you, Master!” The kneeling Li Chun said with his forehead touching the ground.
“Have a drink, have a drink.”
She hadn’t had anything in her mouth since she was pinned to the big bed for me to play with in bursts early in the morning. I waited as she slandered down a small bowl of oily tea.
“Hit the mouth!”
Without even daring to catch her breath she swiped at her own cheek with her free left hand, followed closely by her right hand throwing the bowl and adding in a hard smack to the right side of her face.
“Pop!” , “Pop!” “Pop!” , “Pop!” The strands of hair flew out to the sides, not daring to be lazy at all.
“Stop, stop.”
“Yes, yes, Sr… Master.” Exhaling outward from his mouth in agreement, blood from his nose pooled on his upper lip.
“Major Li, the seventy-two army is full of veterans who fought, how easy it is for a twenty-eight year old girl to be awarded the rank of major! It won’t have anything to do with marrying xxxxx, right?”
“Slowly, slowly!” I stopped her from replying: “I know that you finished your third year of college, and at that time you followed some organization to do intelligence, you are a veteran in this business.” I laughed: “Why else would I take such good care of you?”
Li Chun reluctantly followed me with a bit of a bitter smile.
“Never thought it would come to this, did you?”
“The slave didn’t.”
“It’s hard not to miss your husband a little, isn’t it? Lying naked inside a big quilt with him nuzzling your ass is going to be better than this, isn’t it?”
“Lao… Master…” said Li Chun, no longer able to speak.
Past Events in the Snowy Region (X)
“I’ve been a guest at the military compound in Syracuse, a neat little brick house… You couples still have orderlies, right?… Get out of the way!” I let out a low gulp and stomped my foot on Choi Siu Pigeon’s faceplate; I thought she was kneeling a little too close. Then I put my left foot up on my right leg and said to Li Chun, “See the dirt up there? You do it.”
“Yes, Master.” She leaned up and stuck her tongue out to clean my heels, toweling down to the clumps of dirt that stuck to the soles of my feet that she couldn’t lick off, and she carefully nibbled them off bit by bit with her teeth.
I knew very well that Brynn’s pigeon girl had long since been cleaned up by us and would never have an ounce of courage left in her. I’d played with her mouth not once or twice, but I’d never let Li Chun lick my balls, and it wasn’t absolutely impossible for the woman to resolve to take a bite out of me and then die heroically. She was a bit older than the others, and Li Chun had barely maintained her will until now, toughing out all the insults I’d inflicted on her, and I liked that in an opponent. Of course, my warriors had been fucking her all over the place, and she’d never messed up, so maybe she was just waiting for me!
“Hmph!” I moved my toe and she rushed it into her mouth, her scalding tongue grazing over my toe joints as one soft blister after another slid past. My feet are full of big, hard bones, and taking a bite from her wouldn’t be a big deal.
I put my feet back on the ground and she followed like a dog and licked the back of her feet.
“Girl, raise your head and look at the Master.”
She tilted her face up to gaze at me in silence, the sticky, white juice on her lips no longer distinguishable from body fluids spilled from squeezed blisters or saliva from her mouth, the stuff already running all over her pointed chin, the dark color of her long, curved eyes unfathomably deep.
“Having to fuck those dirty, sweaty, smelly bandits ten times a day, and then being called names by us savage highlanders, it hasn’t been a good three months, has it?” My voice was full of sympathy.
She changed her face several times, but what she said was: “Nun… Nun… I’m used to it.”
“Tell your lordship what is in your heart?”
“A slave… is also just a woman… a woman can only resign herself to her fate when she reaches this point.”
“Li Chun, I’m a highlander, and you guys just fought your way in, and sooner or later, all my property will be robbed by you, right? I’m afraid my favorite life won’t last much longer, and I’ll have to go around looking for revenge like this like crazy. I know as well as you that I must be the one to lose in the end, so my anger is terrible.”
“Yes, slave knows, Master.”
“Li Chun, something is about to happen, the Flatlander army is about to march into Geshin City.” I paused for a moment and looked at the woman’s tired face. Even if a lot of thoughts had turned in her mind at this moment, she didn’t show them on her face.
“The Flatlanders have set up a preparatory committee in Snowland in cooperation with the Highlanders, and starting this year, this government is going to create Flatlander offices in every dzong (county) in Snowland. A preparatory group of the Flatlanders and some soldiers to protect them are going to live in the city of Geshang in our Quzong Dzong in ten days’ time.”
“I’m afraid that Para Dzongben (the magistrate) of Trisong Dzong has been frightened, and he begged me to live in Gesong as well.
Having some Highlanders with guns around will make him feel a little more at ease when he faces the Flatland Army.”
“In two days I’m going to set out for Geking City with my highland army, Li Chun, you’re a soldier, surely you know that with my Brynn and Dunzhu those men can’t really be taken seriously in a direct confrontation with the battle-hardened Flatland army, and Brynn Dunzhu is in the business of dealing with women who can’t fight back only.”
“So, I am going to welcome our noble guests from the snowy region with hatta and cycad wine in the city of Geshang together with Para Zongben. We, the nobles of the highlands, are the object of solidarity of the Flatlanders, and we may have been deceived by some foreigners in the past, and are a little resentful of the entry of the Flatlanders, but as long as we don’t do that again, the Flatlanders won’t go after us for our past wrongdoings. We’ll work together for a better tomorrow in Snowland. Li Chun, you’re familiar with this game, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes… Master.”
“I thought that after three months apart from your kindred in the Flatlands, you’d miss them a bit, and I’ve decided to bring you along to Geshin that day. But do you remember the ‘seventeen rules’ of the Highlanders and the Peacelanders?”
“Yes, slave knows.”
“The ‘Seventeen Articles’ guarantee that the Flatlanders will not interfere with us if we have the right to use the ransom (house slaves).” I stopped and looked at her for a long time, but she was silent.
“Li Chun, feel your own , tell the master, is it wet?”
She lowered her head and watched, sliding two fingers down the slit and back up again as she shook her head slightly at me, “Not wet enough, Master.”
She answered the wrong question. I stood up calmly and she tilted her face up towards me, not understanding for a moment what I was about to do. I slapped her hard across the face, my hands strong at the time. She just let out a “wow” and her whole upper body fell to the ground on the other side.
I sat back in my chair. Just this one blow smoked over her lips, and her teeth were all full of blood. You have to go up and kick a woman like Li Chun like you would a dog at any time, and you have to hit her so hard that her head can’t catch up with yours, and in the end she has to involuntarily give up her thoughts and turn into a pile of meat with nothing but fear left in it.
“Again, what’s not wet enough?”
She swallowed a mouthful of blood, blinked her already tear-streaked eyes and said, “Yes… it’s the slave’s stench that isn’t wet enough, Master.”
I wouldn’t let her go: “Go get the whip!”
She curled one leg to get up, but it trembled sharply and went limp and flaccid; she’d been on her knees too long. She had to drag her big belly over to the fireplace, where a bunch of whips, clubs, chains, handcuffs and such had been thrown, and crawl back.
I held the handle of the leather whip adorned with a fine silver pattern upside down in my hand, the tip facing back, and looked at Li Chun, and this time I could see the fear in her dark eyes.
The handle of the whip came down hard on one of her nipples, and she clutched at her breast with an “ouch,” scrunching up in pain.
“Say it again.”
“What… what… oh… my slave’s stench isn’t wet enough, Khun Luang, Khun Luang.”
“Take your hands off me and hold your tits up.”
“Yes… yes… Master.”
I aimed at the near nipple and stabbed it again.
“Aigoo! Aigoo… aigoo… aigoo… aigoo… aigoo… aigoo… aigoo… aigoo… aigoo!” She was almost on the floor.
I waited in boredom until her whole body, pumped into a ball of muscles, relaxed away.
“Say it again.”
I stabbed up hard when she finished once.
“Say it again.”
She says it again, I stab it again.
I don’t know how many times I told her to say that, so I don’t know how many times I stabbed into that big nipple of hers. When I finally stopped, Li Chun’s barely lifted face could really be called pale, and it was overflowing with beads of sweat, tears, and drool, like a soaked watercolor painting. She could no longer praise her nipples as red cherries; the puddles of purple and red that now swelled up at the top of her breasts were a bit like a pile of rotten prunes, and no one could tell where her nipples and areolas were.
“Nu, nu… not wet enough… not wet enough, Khun Luang… Khun Luang… wet… she’s wet…”
She murmured, her thin cheeks twitching nervously, her disoriented eyes empty.
It’s true that it’s not very nice for a woman to end up in this position, especially, if you’ve ever been a female officer, naked and at the mercy of your opponents. I could tell by the bruises and bruises everywhere on her naked body that such games she had to play with us every day, and I almost pitied her.
“Great Grandma is hurting too much inside, isn’t she? If your husband were with you, he’d probably stick his tongue out and lick your grandma, wouldn’t he?”
“No… no… Master.”
“All right, wet it.”
“Yes… Yes… Master.”
She leaned on her right hand for support to keep from slumping completely to the ground, and she crookedly used her left hand to twist her clit, wailing uncontrollably as she did so, occasionally lifting her left hand to wipe a tear from her eye.
“Ai… ai… ai… ai… ai… ai… ai… ai… ai… ai… she started yeahyeah.
“Li Chun, Li Chun, what did the master say? I can’t see! Put your stinky face up in the air, no need to hide it, are you afraid of people looking at your rotten mess?”
“Yes, yes, my slave let… let people see… Master, turn up my slave’s stinking…”
Shivering, she sat back down on the floor, shifting the two legs that were pressed underneath her to come forward and stretch out before she laid herself down again, the large belly that was pressed against her blocking her face.
I frowned: “Look at your two big pieces of meat, dry and wrinkled like two pieces of mud! What about the inside?
Yes, dig down there and see… Li Chun, a woman’s flesh inside should be shy and sticky, as if it would ripple when you wiped it, but your rotten flesh is piled up like the stinking puddle outside Tenzin’s house! Do you know how big your dog hole has been poked by us? A male rat could fit in it!”
“Ai… ai… ai… ai… ai… ai… ai… ai… ai… ai… ai… ai… ai…” She used the back fingers of both hands to lift up her labia majora, the first two fingers of her left hand to rub her clitoris carefully and responsibly, and the first two fingers of her left hand to rub her clitoris. She used the back fingers of both hands to lift up her labia majora, the first two fingers of her left hand to rub her clitoris carefully and responsibly, and her right hand to push into her vagina. She used the back fingers of both hands to lift up her labia majora, the first two fingers of her left hand to rub her clitoris carefully and responsibly, and her right hand to push into her vagina anxiously. The thick chains on her wrists coiled around her thighs and beyond like a mangled snake. The thick chains on her wrists coiled around her thighs and beyond like a mangled snake.
“Little bitch, you take this and help your officer.”
Trey Smiling Dove took the whip from my hand and knelt down between Li Chun’s widely spread legs as I got up and walked over to one side of them, crossing my arms and looking down at them, while seeing that my thing was kind of erect again, no longer wobbling and dangling down there.
Even though the one she was stabbing was her past officer, Cui Xiaodong would never dare to be lazy. With one hand pressed against Li Chun’s thigh and the other gripping the whipstick tightly, she plunged into the female major’s cunt one after the other, which was deep enough even to my eyes.
Li Chun’s own two hands were a bit overwhelmed, but then she put them on her inner thighs, which were twitching, and pinched the muscles there, as she tried to match the rhythm of Choe Siew Kieu’s movements: “Aigoo Master… Oh… Master… Nun… Aigoo Master… Aigoo Master… Aigoo Master… Aigoo Master… Aigoo Master… Aigoo Master… Aigoo Master… Aigoo Master… Aigoo Master… Aigoo Master…”
“Okay, little bitch, help your chief up. Yes, lay yourself down on that bed… with your ass resting on the edge.”
Cui Xiaoyou lay back on the big bed, still holding the wet whip in her hand. Li Chun stood arching her back and staring blankly at me, her hand cupping her rotting pussy in a puddle not knowing what to do, most of her legs already dripping with lewd water seeping out of her fingers.
“Li Chun, is it wet enough now?”
“Major Belly, get on top of your soldier!”
She dutifully plopped down.
“Hold on tight, hold on tight! Kiss each other!”
That still wasn’t good enough; Li Chun’s big belly was tucked in the middle, which made her practically stand on the ground supported by her two legs, her ass puckered up like a mortar facing the sky, and the two women’s genitals didn’t fit together as tightly as I’d hoped.
I kicked Li Chun’s thighs not so gently, as if I were jerking my horse before straddling the saddle: “Climb up, Major Big Belly, and get on the crotch of the little bitch!”
She shakily gathered her legs up onto the bed, pinning them to the side of Cui Xiaodong’s waist, bracing herself so that she was tilted up, her big ass pressed right on top of Cui Xiaodong’s pussy. Her bare feet lay flat on the side of the bed, their palms facing the sky, and they were flecked with thick, hard scars that were uneven and swollen with dirt from her pregnancy.
“Okay, that’s better. Press yours together! Now start, grinding up against each other!”
Li Chun in the upper like a big toad downward frustration, Cui Xiaoyue several delicate toes together with the ground with the strength to support, up straight tiptoe. I couldn’t help but take a look at them: after so many days of work in the manor, this big girl has been walking around us naked, but I have never realized that the tall and strong girl Cui Xiaoyue has such a pair of attractive white feet. Barefoot stepped on the stone road for a few months, her ten toes are still and tight, with the force to the back of the feet on both sides of the small nest of flesh a flash, with the object that grows on her face is a parent sister. That’s a pair worth working on, to remember that next time I’ll have to roast those feet before I kill her, I thought.
Past Events in the Snowy Region (XI)
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Below them were Cui Xiaodong’s genitals, full, bulging and elastic, and I felt their intertwined pubic hairs, Li Chun’s sparse and sheer on top, and Cui Xiaodong’s firm, thick and hard on the bottom. By this time my thing was so strong that I stood on the edge of the bed and plunged it into the four large fleshy lips of the two women. I flopped between the women’s clasped pair of vaginal vestibules, enjoying the resistance of both of their tightly squeezed pussy ports in front of me and then penetrating forward with a few strokes that were rare and powerful.
I was facing upwards slightly, and I slipped into a warm bathtub with a “gurgle”, and I felt the pores of my entire body stretching out. This was Li Chun’s body.
I wiggled around and played with the water in Li Chun’s big hole, the lowly woman was indeed wet enough after the whipping rod, maybe too wet and loose like a crumbling lamasery. After pushing back and forth for about ten strokes and not seeing any reaction from her, I used my hand to lift my thing upward and pushed it hard against the edge of her mouth, sliding it back and forth to try to increase the friction a little bit, and then I dropped it in, pulled it out, and then dropped it in again. After pulling it out again I pressed it downward, and this time it was Trey’s flesh and blood that surrounded me.
Inserted eighteen-year-old girl feeling is certainly tighter than Li Chun, her solid magnetic lips clamped my things, astringent a bit of weight. Once I pulled out, I bounced upwards, along the way towards the front is Li Chun, “puh puh” with sticky juice out, press down a little bit, this time into the Cui Xiaoyu, “ZiZi” sound quite strong.
Then it was Cui Xiaodong who contracted with a twitch inside, I stopped and enjoyed it, little by little I retreated to the very outside, when she retracted again, I slammed into the top of her with a grunt; when she retracted again, I did it again.
She was underneath Li Chun, “A. Yoohh… Master ohh… A. Yoohh… A., Master A.!” I felt her legs and feet, which had been hanging down, gradually lift up, her smooth calves pressing against my buttocks, and her shackles clattering behind me. clattering behind me.
I pushed myself up into Li Chun’s fleshy hole, slamming into her and raising her ass slightly. I saw the little dove wriggling and jerking in the tiny triangle of black hair that had been left empty under her, “Ouch… ah… ah… bitch, little… puppy…” The older girl, lying on her back, was so lustful that she wriggled and twisted her whole body like a snake.
“Listen bitches, do it hard, and whoever Master cums in their holes gets to sleep tonight.
That other one, go take care of my whipping pole!” As I spoke, I had already decided that the one to be stabbed with the whipping pole should of course be Li Chun.
My left hand, still on Li Chun’s body, pressed her stomach down, while standing on my tiptoes to ferociously ram her, and then threw her away to single-mindedly deal with Cui Xiaoyue. After three or four strokes in Cui Xiaodong’s hole, when I couldn’t hold back any longer, I took refuge in Li Chun’s body. By this time, Cui Xiaodong’s knees were clamped on both sides of my ribs, and she was obediently rubbing up and down with the fat muscles of the side of her thighs… The only bit of self-respect left in the big girl’s body was the fact that she hadn’t begged me, “Go deeper…go deeper! “She pushed her waist upward and bounced Li Chun, who was lying on his buttocks, upward and upward with great force, and as soon as her waist went upward, her hips went downward, engulfing me deeply.
I barely moved enough to be strong, and the combined weight of the two of them crashing down made me growl. I really couldn’t leave her to stick it to the Major now, both of my arms wrapped around the lower edges of Li Chun’s pair of big tits, my frantically grasping fingers pinched into her sheer flesh, pressing her slippery backside against my chest and rubbing it. I groped haphazardly at her body, but my meat clamped down and raged inside Trey Smiling Dove’s flesh.
Her Even flesh and water gripped me so tightly that she didn’t let go for a while. Her mouth at that end screamed like it was pierced by a knife as miserable, how many syllables in this girl’s scream, how many turns her hole turned. Over the years I have played a lot of women in the highlands and flatlands, and I can do like Cui Xiaoyu today so cheap really not too many.
That tickling joy spread from the tip of my big thing to the whole body, I squeezed into the four labia together with the scrotum as if clenched by someone’s hand tense jumping, my crotch back and forth movement into the involuntary nerve reflexes. I cried out, “Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!” Each time my hips slammed hard against Trey’s resilient perineum. I feverishly imagined myself grabbing Li Chun by the hair and kicking her one by one, causing her to fall on her face and roll on the ground, her white legs twisted together in a lustful manner.
The heat in my body suddenly surged towards the exit, and I stood and swayed back and forth as if I had been hit by the recoil of a shot. The fourth… the fifth… “Ah! Aaah… Khun Luang… dog’s… dog’s… Khun Luang… Khun Luang, Khun Luang’s dog… oooh…” said Choi Siew Dove in confusion. Her hands, dragging with them the long chains, clenched her breasts, and her snow-white, still-white breasts spread out fleshy from the crevices of her long fingers.
Like every time, Cui Xiaodong silently burrowed underneath me, her round, taut, naked back arched like an arched bridge, dripping with crisscrossing sweat and glistening with oil. The unfortunate female major was then left to kneel back down and wait for my release. She shriveled up and fumed, her tanned face showing so many wrinkles all at once, like she had aged another ten years. It was a sad day for an eight-month pregnant woman, just as it had been for the ninety days and nights that she had been in my hands.
“Major, what should she do about the woman who didn’t take care of His Lordship, as we just agreed?”
“Go take care of His Lordship’s whip, Your Lordship.” She said woodenly as she knelt there.
I picked up the silver-plated whip from the side of the bed and paced over to it, and pinched Cui Xiaoyu’s bulging breasts in my hand, “Little Dove, the master won’t leave you out in the cold. That is the wall of the iron circle, we often hang people on it, go there and find a handcuffs out, handcuff yourself to the top, face out.” I straightened the tip of the whip while looking at the back of her wide hips and thin waist, it wasn’t too convenient dragging the shackles, she twisted her long legs and took a step, her long hair covered all the way up to her round ass, it was so nice.
The handcuffs were a gift from the white folks at the CIA, and they worked well, but the irons were very high. The big girl cuffed her left hand seriously, tiptoed against the wall on her pretty bare feet to put the handcuffs through and hang them, raised her right hand to find the open gap to snap her wrist into it, and the ” ” snapped automatically.
Turning back, I handed the whip to Li Chun: “Try a few strokes and I’ll see.”
She lowered her head and frowned as she fiddled with it, inserting the stem of the whip and moving it back and forth, tilting her face up when it was slick and smooth and waiting for my instructions.
“Major, look at that little on the wall , her hole is better than yours! Arch under her like a dog and lick your soldier clean!”
The female officer scuffed her knees on the floor and moved over, my re-cuffed hands pressed against the pole of the whip stuck in her body, the tip of the whip trailing down between her legs like a tail. She was on the verge of collapse, not from shame, I’m afraid, but from sheer exhaustion!
She re-spit the pink tip of her tongue, which looked as if it had become a little more swollen, brightly quivering like a piece of jellied meat. Slowly she parted Trey Laughing Dove’s dark pubic hairs, hanging over them Trey Laughing Dove favored her face and closed her eyes, unnoticeably spreading her legs a little farther to the sides, and then a little farther.
I looked at her for a while and kicked her ass: “No, Major, that’s not good enough. Put your face on the little girl’s, like washing your face!”
She pushed forward with an “ah” and shoved her whole face between the older girl’s white legs.
“Yes, that’s it, lick it clean and then lick her legs all the way down to the soles of her feet. You hear me?” He added a kick to her ribs: “Where’s the hand? Hands are lazy! Move your hands down there!”
“Yes, yes, uh… uh… Master.” Lee Chun smothered underneath Chui Siao Dove’s buttocks and agreed, and she quickly made her hand holding that whip move drastically, her buttocks having to be lifted up and down to match.
“After a woman has been fucked by a man something comes out after a while, what do you flatlanders call it?
Reflux? Eat whatever’s there anyway, you hear me!”
I sat down by the fireplace and dozed off in a daze, sometimes opening my eyes to see the naked play of a large and a small woman. By the time I came to my senses, it was getting dim outside.
Exhausted, Li Chun crouched at Choi Laughing Dove’s feet, both hands still clutching the handle of the leather whip that was peeking out of her cunt with a little head, her tongue still out.
“Major, Major!” I realized that she had quietly fallen asleep, “Ahem…” I got up from the chair with a long sigh and rubbed my temples to look for the key to the handcuffs, which I later finally found in the drawer of the painted cabinet. The little girl, Cui Xiaoyou, took advantage of my lack of attention to kick Li Chun, who was curled up under herself, to wake her up. I glared at her and scared her so much that her whole body shivered.
But Li Chun woke up, she knew she was going to be beaten again, and when she lifted her head from the floor and let her hazy vision find my face, she didn’t dare to move away from it, only her gaze was already messed up with fear.
I stretched out a hand towards her, she shivered and pulled out the whip from her body, and handed it up with both hands: “Master is not even asleep yet, why did the slave fall asleep first? Li Chun, the little girl’s things than your own much more slutty, right? Do you know why the master likes to see you use your tongue today?”
“No… no… slave, slave, I don’t know.”
“You’ll need a highlander’s name to follow His Lordship to Gekyong, otherwise those officers of the flatland army will wonder how a female ronin could be called something as strange as Li Chun. To make it simple, from tomorrow onwards you will be called Chokma…” Seeing that she was staring at my hand holding the whip, I unexpectedly raised my foot and kicked her in the stomach from below: “Do you hear me, and always memorize this highland name!”
She couldn’t stand it any longer and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue with her heart, and struggling to say, “Koo… Koo… Lao… Lao…” as she spat out the last of the filth on her breasts. Only then did I swing the thin whip and whip her face so hard that her head swung back and forth like a broken puppet. “Sr… Sr… ah… ah… ah, ah…” she moaned bitterly in the shadow of the whip that rained down on her, not realizing that I had stopped.
Later she opened her eyes and stoically licked her wet, rotting lips, intertwining high, bulging, greenish-purple bruises from her forehead to her cheeks.
“Chroma, we have one last little problem left, what do you think we should do in a place like Geking where there will soon be a lot of flatland prefects milling about, if a dirty, smelly female Ransom suddenly says something about flatlanders that will embarrass her lord?”
Chroma was frozen in open-mouthed disbelief, and the tears that she had perhaps been holding back for a long time finally rolled down in drops, and she raised her hand to keep wiping them away, the corners of her mouth deflating and twitching dramatically.
Back to the big wooden shed where the horses were kept, back to the heavy wooden platform. This time we did not use the fire; the brass fire-pan was not lighted up. It was already completely dark, and the pine-mine torches held high in the hands of the warriors of the highlands reflected the iron, the iron hooks, and the two sharp knives that shone with a cold light on the dais, and the naked bodies of the three female prisoners, who were kneeling with their arms clipped backwards, were reflected by the light of the fire in the same color as red copper.
“Chroma, come on!”
The female house slave, Chroma, was kneeling facing the dais, her hands similarly tied behind her back, with loop after loop of rope wrapped sturdily and tightly around her body so that she wouldn’t struggle too violently during the intense pain.
Some of the men pressed her tightly, and Brin ordered, “Open your mouth!” Chroma opened her mouth woodenly, not resisting in the slightest.
Two irons One left and one right went into the corner of the woman’s mouth, pushing upward to hold her mouth open as far as it would go. Brynn holds that iron hook and reaches in, he lowers his head to look and test it, the woman flinches a little. We see Brynn give a very sure look and start to push, the woman howls straight up, a starry spray of blood coming out. Brynn frowned and ducked as he pulled his hand back, pulling a long twisted red silk cloth-like object from Droma’s wide-open mouth, hooked through the iron hook. It wasn’t easy to think at first that it was a woman’s tongue because of how long the thing had been pulled and yanked.
The usual execution in the Highlands was simply to take that sharp knife and slice down at that point, and it was over quickly, in the blink of an eye, and one could even guess that it wouldn’t even be too painful. But it couldn’t be that simple with this one, she was a suffering dromedary in need of good discipline from her master.
People pushed her head toward the edge of the counter, resting her chin on the countertop, and Brynn held the iron hook in her hand so steadily that the woman now looked like a beggar who was greedily licking the tabletop.
Having prepared the hammer and nail beforehand, Tonjou pressed his lips together and nailed the base of her tongue to the countertop with a “thud”. Then came the blade, which he cut through the blisters one by one, shallowly slashing the surface, and finally, without fuss, slicing the tip of the woman’s tongue, which was on the other side of the nail, horizontally into small strips. As he sliced off a piece, the woman let out a sharp “uh” from her chest.
The woman shivered and sweated under the weight of four or five large hands, and finally his blade sawed back and forth against Chroma’s lips, cutting all the way into the wooden tabletop.
The female house-slave, Choma, who was foaming with blood, was pulled away from that place, and someone fed her a few white medicine seeds that the horse gang had brought into the snowy region from the Cloud Ridge, and then stuffed a large mass of Indian cotton cloth into her mouth; the blood would stop, and she would not die.
“See what I mean?” I looked back and forth at the three women watching the execution: “It will be your turn too, so wait slowly!”
I turned my face to look at Drolma, who had withered like a fallen leaf: “Slave girl Drolma, tonight will be very painful, but it would be better if a man touched her tits. Dunzhu, call the yak herding slaves in the manor, tell them that the master has rewarded them with this woman today!”
Those dirty, stupid house slaves of the Tenzin family were not given a full night’s enjoyment, and in the middle of the night Chroma began to let out a she-wolf-like howl. Due to the over-intense excitement of the day, it seemed to make her day a little earlier, and before the next morning came, Zhuo Ma gave birth to her and × × × ×’s little pups in the corner of that stable.
One morning further below, the warriors of the Highlands assembled majestically in the courtyard, and Brynn stayed behind to watch over Tenzin’s estate. The others, set out to enter Ghoshang.
(to be continued)