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Masochism Unlimited ( Ash Durn & Sanoci)

ashdurn

ashdurn

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Pueblo Colorado
The Girl left high-school with a smile on her face. She had said goodbye to all her friends, and had said bye to her mom the morning before. She even had called and talked to her dad. Everyone knew that she was a volunteer over at the Dolcett program at the university. A lot of girls were. She knew that it was her large tits that had gotten the sixteen year old chosen for the program, as well as 11 other girls from the local highschools. It would not be the last round of snuff sluts from there. Though they all knew that even going to this.. they had a high chance of survivial. These were not hardcore dominate hardened men. Instead these were boys, who were being tested to see if they would be able to continue with the program.

The program was designed to take Sadists, and turn them into Culling Officers for the state. Guys who were licenced to turn woman into objects of art. Using there skin, bones, and even meat. Of course the girls would not survive this... but.. like most worlds, the subs outnumbered the doms. This was no different.. what was differnt was that this was the center of Dolcett culture.. not a single major snuff artist had not come from the prestigious program. Of course there were other schools where one could get a licence.. but this was the penultimate.. something the locals took with a great deal of pride.

Of course she was a little bit surprised when she arrived at the school, and got her assigned Artist. Chinese.. well that would be interesting. Though.. as she thought about it.. She thought it very likely that this guy would do anything to stay in the country alone, set aside if he had the true soul of a Sadist.. so she almost skipped across the campus to the Dolcett dorms. A large, stone building. The dorms all singles, with stone walls and floors, easy to clean, lots of room for a studio.. even a shower and a drain.. and knocked on the door hard, smiling. Other girls going to there assigned rooms with equal vigor and pride. She put her hands behind her back, lifting her chest up substantially. Waiting for the door to be answered.
 
Communist China once deemed the equivalent of a Superpower submitted to the whims of the Feminist agenda. Hung found contempt for his nation of origin, adamant on applying his intelligence towards art not necessarily the cultural norm throughout his time on mainland China. English was a secondary language and to the disgust of the Yang clan one of their brilliant young minds was dedicated for an obscene art form the Western world refused to impede. Animals were expendables within his country, hell Hung was pragmatic enough to seize the opportunity on cats and dogs. Nefarious intentions aside, cooking your prey was acceptable as long as the victim wasn't sentient.

America was the land of reinventing oneself, appreciative they sundered the words of others who possibly would shun a tradition acceptable by overpopulation. After all the majority of the women were willing, though this level of awkwardness left him inexperienced in his sexuality. Most ironic was a knock was uttered, something that rose panic as he laid there naked indulging on the internet and its horrific to others but enticing figures. Slipping on clothes in haste, Hung dressed himself in cargo pants though ignorant of the impending encounter going without briefs as his cock remained half hardened. Bulky pants hopefully would camouflage his stiffness. Opening the door he was surmised to the appearance of a gorgeous woman with chest prodded forward. A light blush emitted from his facial features, searching for the proper words.

" Hiiiiiiiii, did not expect a guest. Sorry English not too natural yet." Eyes continued to wandered on her ample breasts aimlessly. Possessing an impressive physique any woman would be flattered.
 
The Girl smiled a little bit. Cute. Strong looking. Not exactly what she was expecting. Half expecting an uber nerd when the door opened. The girl bit her lip looking him over a little bit. A chill going down her spine as she put out her hand. "Hi.. Im Marcy.. your homework assignment" She said with a little bit of a giggle. Obviously letting him get a good look at her breast meat. She looked into the room, noting that the large fireplace was not lit. She wondered a little bit what she might be up for. There of course were traditional Chinese forms of Dolcett, though all the practitioners of it were killed in the cultural revolution. Only reports of shows, and people trying to reverse engineer the arts allowed for simulations of it. As well as an elaborate cook book designed for the ultimate meal, that took seven years of prepping the girl and the final preparations took twenty four hours a day for a week. The girl was dressed in a micro shirt, tank top showing her midriff , and tennis shoes. She moved her chest a little bit around, trying to entice him a little bit more. "So.. where do you want me?"
 
( Apologies been multitasking and there wasn't much to write via writer block)

" Wwant wit you. Remind me the assignment?" Hung lacked the social graces of an intimate encounter, truthfully expecting his assignment in a cadaver form versus one breathing for the start of embracing the Dolcett lifestyle. Oblivious to his surrounding with eyes lingering over her form. Decorated on his walls were an assemble of tools, including piercings of varying degrees of artistic form and pain, blades, even a branding iron with a ornate Chinese symbols on it. Cogs began to spin, boner barely contained in the confines of his cargo pants. She was a lovely woman, alone in his dorm. Enthusiasm sparked in her body language, a tangent of images shuffling as lewd images slipped a noticeable grin. Whether or not she saw it in perversion, nervousness, or excitement was a cue for her to follow suit on.
 
"Well your supposed to decorate me, have fun with me, and make an art project with my body after your done... taking pictures as you go.... Dad wants you to make him something from my leather.. he dosn't want you to risk giving too much away.. sure he wants a girl skin wallet.. but.. its all up to you, if you even send him anything" She said grinning as she started to get undressed. Her sex shaved bare, her tits still firm despite there size. They were youthful. She bit her tongue a little bit looking at him, and at the implements on the wall. She looked at the branding iron. "What does this say?" picking it up and looking at it, then over at the fire place.
 
" Fancy embroidering of Property. "

Hung anxiousness was displayed plainly through his reddening facial features, unfamiliar with sex in close proximity not barrier by the glamor of technology by the form of a computer. Pussy was bare and shaven, breasts still perky despite the fact knowing sag was inevitable later in life. Marcy was art in the present and his aesthetic talents could immortalize her throughout the ages. Timidness froze advancing briefly, an inquiry only sensible considering the scenario and assignment in hand. Hesitance existed for most of his sadist tendencies were limited to animals, yet a true Dolcett would not allow insecurities hinder him.

" Did you want a branding for your first piece? Umm....assuming that what you want. Maybe....we design you with some tattooed scaring, a piercing here and there. Maybe something with .......your tongue?" Obviously she was a gorgeous specimen, he needed to ensure himself this needed consent prior to what barbaric acts Hung Yang inflicted as he swelled further down below where no underwear would not sheath it.
 
She Posed a little bit for him, turning around, showing her firm ass. "Well.. it's all up to you really.. Im your first project right.. your first kill... well.. Its supposed to be your ideas that you display to your teachers.. Of course I want your best work, and thats going to be what comes from your imagination.. and is whats going to tell your teachers the most about where you need work on, practice, and more information... so I shouldn't try and influence you too much about what you want to do to my body..." Blushing a little bit herself. She bit her lip a little bit. "Anything you want me to do, want to inspect on me.. or just need to think about what you want to do with my body before we really begin?"
 
" Americans are very into these...I think called Tramp Stamps. I thought maybe a branding shows parallel into the culture as well....embody the Dolcett lifestyle as I progressed. I like you to like it too, but an issue. I am........a virgin so .....yeah"

Those words echoed, lingered akin to hearing one's heart beat slam against the chest rapidly. Honestly seem appropriate for the sacrifices she was instilling for maintaining a dying lifestyle based on the media. Reserved towards what any hot blooded male yearned to do to her body, perhaps it was self loathing or self esteem as others have gawked over his naked form. Rumor was women in the Western world loved a big cock, but uncertainty plagued him. Reaching for the branding iron from her hands, Hung Yang began the process of heating it. Sadist thoughts composed him slightly, though the sensation of sex still a mystery. Maybe bestowing both at the same time could have him cope easier.
 
Marcy helped build the fire. Biting her lip a little bit. "Virgin how.. never killed a girl before, or never done anything with a girl before..." thinking that it was od. Here in the states it had become custom for a 15 year old boy to pick a girl over the age of 15, who would be honored to serve as his sex slave for a week. No matter what girl. Though most boys did pick some one local, it wasn't unheard of for some boys to go after stars, who usually accepted the offer, unless they were already taken for the week, or otherwise too damn busy to do the deed justice. She of course knew that China was differnt. And that many guys stayed virgins for life, just donating there seed to the peoples people committee. "You do know that you can do anything you want with me.. I am yours.. so if you wanted to loose your virginity to me.. I would be honnored.. or if you want to just play with me.. and save that for some one special.. well I understand that too.." Blowing a little kiss.
 
( Cooking dinner hence the delay )

" Never anything, China different from USA!" Customs of the states felt genuinely faultless compared to the regulations of his homeland. The sincerity in her eyes spoke to the peculiar foreigner in ways she probably could not comprehend his meaning. A beautiful woman in her prime subservient and by doctrine completely willing to satisfy his natural urges or unnatural deemed by his former land by the rate this conversation was heading. Aside from the massive arousal lurking, Hung was obligated if committed to the assignment to reveal everything. Withdrawing his cargo pants, the intensity of this situation rose abruptly. Practically swinging between his legs was a large appendage half erected. Veins bulging profusely with abnormal girth behind it, uncut fore skinned leather, standing at approximately eight inches currently. An observant practitioner of anatomy might predict this wasn't all this stranger had to offer, a few telltale signs especially if examined more thoroughly as he bore it all. This definitely was the college experience.

" Ummm I know I am not the asian stereotype. I hope it does not scare you."
 
"Im going to let you do whatever you want with knifes, basemeball bats, fire, razor blades, anything to my body that you want.... And you think that a .. little .. thing like that is going to scare me away?" She said with a giggle. It was anything but little, however she thought it would be funny givin the circumstance. She got up on her elbow, moving down on the floor to his cock and started to lick it, looking up at him, giving it little kisses . Some screams starting to be called out from other rooms, other girls who were getting into the hard and heavy stuff already. Marcy just licking the cock calmly, trying to stir it to its full furry.
 
( Things will speed up soon, don't fret as I feel it fits the narrative for his first )

Underestimating Marcy viewpoint, it became obvious this was narrowing down to problems of the past. Relations were not nonexistent, rather once things became apparent of his nature and the realization of his size that frighten the potential for companionship. Still her words were nurturing ironically, rational thoughts freezing as the busty teen casually cleaned his penis. Affectionate, something one could barely group with the Dolcett dorm area. Fellatio was portrayed in the context of pornographic videos, not on him so much. Screams in the background combined to her intensive oral slowly was rising. Before simply eight, Marcy would witness it spike two more inches. Regardless she soon get what she wanted, well initially for the branding iron needed more time first like his cock.
 
"Sounds like a few of the others are starting to have fun..." She giggled a little bit. wondering how many of the girls would survive. To her it sounded like two of the others were already screaming. But she had been around this stuff long enough to know that wile it was agony. it was wanted, desired agony. She felt a little jellous of the other girls. But that didnt mean that her guy wouldn't turn out to be amazing. She was wondering what was going on in his head as she continued to lick his cock. "Want me to finish with the head, or want another hole ?" grinning a little bit at him. "Or want to go see what your dormates are up too?" giving him a little bit of a wink.
 
" The the.. head works. The tongue .. is nice, maybe a forked tongue like a snake could be fun." Composure barely managed through the sensation of her tongue mixed in with the rising volume of the screams from other dorm mates How she just casually referred to her body was delightful, yet intimidating at the same time. A sinister part of him indulged the thought of smothering her by choking on his length, but that would bring distraught for ending the excitement too soon. She was the assignment and if death befell her she deserve every ounce of fun before death. Times like these tested his patience, but maybe an added level of cruelty was necessary. " Try fitting it all...I am not fully there yet. I promise I will let go, we have other work to do and lube will be needed for the next hole."
 
She nodded. Looking at the wall, seeing a pair of sheers. She bit her lip a little bit. "I will in just a secound.. but first....." She stood up going to the wall, then walked to the roaring fire, putting the sheers into the fire, till they were glowing red hot, and handed them to the boy. And stuck out her tounge wide, opening her mouth as far as she could. The red hot sheers would cauterise the wond instantly so she wouldn't bleed out during the blow job. She put her arms around her back, looking him in the eyes.
 
Marcy stood out as experienced, relishing the freedom in nourishing herself sexually in an unrestricted manner. Hung Yang's heart skipped a beat, jittery knowing a willing subject allowed this honored foreigner the chance to truly make art unabridged. Though violence seemingly was bringing him to full erection, taking free glances at her succulent exterior strengthen resolve within him. Holding the sheers, he held her tongue in place fully acknowledging the preservation instincts of the human body.

Opening the sheers, before time could murder any hesitation a precise cut was administered from the tip of the tongue to the halfway point. Blood gushed for just a moment, flesh cooking which left an intriguing aroma. Cannibalizing might be work for a minor, but that was experimentation for another woman. Marcy held his attention, relinquishing the sheers and her tongue or what was left. Perhaps his sadism triggered it but her moment of screaming would be muffled as the cock like a cork pressed into her mouth. He was eager and violence shredded some timidness away. " Swallow, please!"

(( First image to the left is where its started ;D ))
 
She Did manage to keep her mouth open, and did of course let out a loud scream as the tongue was cut in half. Blood running down her chin, and unto the floor. Her eyes going red and tearing up a little bit. As the cock pushed to her lips, she tried to move her tongue a little bit. finding it weird, and hard to manage like she wanted to. The bifurcation going on each side of the cock as she looked up into his eyes. Crying in pain, but still looking so happy, Wiggling her ass a little bit behind her. The blood lubing her mouth and throat a little bit as she took the cock into her throat, her tiny throat bulging as it pushed in.
 
A swirl of saliva and blood coated his mighty appendage, receiving treatment that mostly went unanswered during his early teen years. Women either left once his size was confirmed or the ruination of their precious throat as a blowjob got deadly. Her seductive eyes chilled him in a restless way of thinking as screams roared throughout the halls, accompanying a rhythm of sorts. Impotent regarding how she felt, this experience left him surprised as his cock smelled up as her throat tightened as famed by how other holes acted when something bulbous invaded. The groans of satisfaction including the throbbing of his cock was telling her he was enjoying it as well. He watched, wide-eyed as she took him into her throat willingly. Blood trailing from her chin, soon mixing with saliva with Hung truly getting hung as his bizarre name sake. A footlong of cock with abnormal girth made him a mouthful.

"....... 我很抱歉 !!!!!!! "

Reverting to his home tongue, strong arms leaned downward. Clinging firmly onto her luscious brown locks, he tugged amidst her deepthroat growing in intensity. His engorged cock wrapped around her pretty lips. The harder the tightness got forming a bulge around her throat, the rougher he yanked her hair. This was a first, breathing heavily before emitting a moan. Slowly he thrusted, feeding her the meat she had curiosity over. Matching the screams he kept things steady, excited at the prospect of invading more holes before the night was finished.
 
She wasn't exactly screaming at this point. The toung was writhing more then a little bit on the cock, her throat was stuffed . She wiggled her ass a little bit more as her throat was stuffed with the mans meat. She of course was choking, trying to swallow all the saliva and mucus that was being produced by her throat being savaged. The eyes looking up, more then a little bloodshot at this point. Her body spasaming a little bit on the thick long hard cock. There was the sound of a door slamming. And loud fuck from a guy. Marcy couldnt but help think that the first of the guys had fallen... and what would happen to the other snuff slut.
 
Prying the voluminous Marcy would provide level of self-control, his virgin cock captivated by her moist mouth he suspected might mimic her delicious pussy and asshole before long. Naive to a fault, Hung refused to finish the culling before she experienced her best fucking. It was an arduous task, though if anyone was going to offer themselves for his pleasure they would be granted plenty of moments. Her spasms left a bizarrely comforting vibration, blitzing her throat with a foot of meat masturbating like a sock puppet. Milking him dry did not seem improbable, curious if she practiced or not. The harder he pulled her hair, the rougher his assault on her delicate throat got. How the chinese man gawked at her expression, her luscious curves, even the gagging sounds of homage to his dick.

"Oooooooooooo...you...you know how to handle cock!"

Another moan of gratitude escaped his virgin lips, forked tongue brushing against the veiny penis. Shuttering at the thought of penetrating her cunt brought shivers to his core, more the prospect of the next part of the assignment. Tackling every moment in a vanilla fashion would dishonor this institute and her. Occasional blood and saliva dripped to the floor, " Are you drooling over it?" This was was in no way holy or heavenly. It was sin, pure unadulterated sin, and he was loving every minute of inflicting his hedonist lifestyle for once. An intervention was coming, gripping her hair like handlebars, pulling back until a boisterous pop uttered from her lips as she was freed by his cock. She now had a moment to stare at the foot long cock before her. After all she did not choke on it, though he felt she would not mind such a fate.
 
She was smilling at him. And sucked on her lip a bit as she got her breath. Blood was dtying on her chin, but there was also a lot of fresh drool and mucucs there. She looked up at him as she was getting her breath back. coughing up a little bit of blood and mucus as she looked at him. "So.. why didnt you cum in my throat?" grinning at him. She reached over touching his hand. Feeling like she needed to comfort him, remind him that this was something she had signed up for. though he did have an entire weekend to kill her and do whatever he wanted with her body.. make some creation from it. There of course were other screams coming from other rooms from the other girls. But marchy was just there, drooling, smilling, waiting for what more was to come.
 
" Amateurs end the fun early, you're mind for the weekend and every hole to abuse. ...... Swallow me after if you want. First I need to document the first transformation. Let me grab the cam and as my willing slut do whatever with my cock that shows that tongue."

Without warning he walked in the direction passed her for the digital camera, swinging his club of a cock against her lovely face. Smearing some pre cum to mark her, including remnants of saliva and blood to mark her as Hung's for the moment. It was the afternoon, time could accommodate the experience and such concepts like time restored stamina. Nervousness aside, she deserved to drink his swallow his seed. Stumbling upon the accessory he seek out, the Asian stared at her with earnest eyes. It was difficult to discern his intentions, though a glimpse into his sadism hopefully reminded her there was reason for his appearance. " Thoughts on seeing my cock this close in its full form and any requests. I got the foreplay, feel you could use some too before we carve again." Smiling with devious thoughts as he stood rock hard.
 
Marcy Posed for him. And started to practice with her knew tongue. She was trying to think about how to respond to him. What she really wanted at the moment. She did want to get him off, and get him off plenty. Of course most of her poses were with her tongue out and spread. She was having trouble controlling it with any real dexterity, and tried to figure out what she could do with the forked tongue. Of course she knew that anything she said would be hard to understand. She did often stick her tongue out to the cock head, licking the tip as he took pictures of her. Looking over at the branding Iron in the fire. She reached over to the handle, pulling it out and handed it up to him. Before pushing her chest up a little bit more, She was his now, and they had started playing... He should put his mark on her. She could tell that this was going to be a slow, fun weekend.
 
" The Iron comes next somewhere else, though a challenge. If branding your desire, drain my seed with your precious mouth. I intend to savor marking you as we head to the second part." Hung grabbed onto the handle, observant enough to recognize her gluttony towards punishment. Exploration for her body would be astonishing, however patience was paramount in the experience. Demurring with her enthusiasm was not from anxiety or bizarre emotions of guilt. The asian gazed at her delectable breast meat, loins burning with soaked swollen members already played with her newly transformed tongue. Overarching with his freed hand, bestowing a firm grope on her chest which double for feeling her heartbeat. Dominance surged in his vocals, the fun slowly pressing that side sealed within him. " Milk me and you get more. If you can't the weekend will not happen!" Curiosity was mostly on her capabilities, giving urgency in a wicked way.
 
As soon as he suggested finishing in her mouth it was on the cock. Looking up. Her kneeling on the stone floor as she started to move her mouth on the cock. There was a loud Fuck from down the hall, a guy yelling, sounding upset with himself. Marcy was taking him into her throat and enjoying giving him head as she was felt up. Eyes looking up at him, her ass working a little bit behind her. She picked up speed when he suggested that the weekend would happen sooner if she did. her hand going to the shaft and pulling hard on the cock , humming a little bit, the tounge gudinging him into her throat as a ditch ti the center.
 
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