Medical Advances Transform the Cannibal/Dolcett Lifestyle
Dateline: The near future – Stem cell therapy combined with DNA splicing has now advanced to the point where damaged or even missing body tissue can be regenerated relatively quickly. It is now possible to replace missing muscle, fat, skin, nerves and (most importantly) erectile tissue, and the reattachment of limbs and knitting of bones is much faster than before. This is having profound effects on alternative lifestyles such as BDSM, Body Modifications and Cannibalism. One of the most interesting aspects is that with the DNA manipulation comes the ability to enhance certain body parts during the regeneration process, and also to switch gender almost at will. Although illegal in most countries, there are places where people can go to experience erotic adventures that previously existed only in the imagination.
After having dark fantasies for all of my adult life I had to try this for myself. To maintain the privacy and security of those practicing and providing these still forbidden fantasies, I won’t go into details of travel and descriptions of the facility and those I encountered there. Suffice it to say that I am in a tropical climate where clothing is optional (usually nonexistent) and a sterile environment is maintained in the experiential areas and medical clinic. It’s not cheap, but sponsorships are available for particularly creative and daring participants who add to the experience of all.
As a newcomer, I am receiving an orientation from one of the staff, one of the brave and lucky people who participated in the first experiments perfecting the technique. As a survivor of those sometimes disfiguring experiments, they earned the right to live here permanently and actually be PAID to have their bodies used as teaching tools. My teacher – I’ll call her Jane – is nude except for a pair of high heeled sandals, and looks to be in her early 40s. But aside from a few scars from some less successful procedures, has a remarkably young-looking body. She was assigned to me based on the fantasies I listed when I applied. These include cannibalism, nipple torture and debreasting, and also imagining these from a female Point-Of-View.
Jane has brought me to a clean, comfortable room similar to a residential suite in a fine hotel, with a couch, easy chair, TV and a bed. However, what would normally be the kitchenette is a much larger room. In addition to a small refrigerator, stove, sink and small appliances, there is a long table with rings around the sides. In one corner there hang a variety of chains, ropes, hardware and attachment points along the two walls, floor and ceiling. A wheeled cart with drawers contains various surgical tools and there are other cutting devices – they range from scalpels to hedge trimmers! “This is your room for the duration of your stay” she says, “plus there are a variety of both indoor and outdoor venues where you can play, watch others or participate in group activities.”
I drop my bags just inside the door, and strip off the shorts, shirt and sandals I had worn during my trip. Jane watches approvingly, saying “I guess you are anxious to get started! Most guests are – at least the men, that is.” I walk over to the cart and begin to examine some of the sharp tools on top. There will be time to look in the drawers later. Jane continues, “As you know, there are few limits here, other than the two rules: No killing or potentially fatal acts such as beheading or removing major organs. And major limbs – arms, legs, feet and hands – must be able to be reattached because they grow back to full size too slowly. Fingers and toes, however, are fair game.” She says, waving her left hand at me showing a very small pinky finger.
Jane walks over to the corner and slips off her shoes. Turning to face me she leans back against the wall, raising and spreading her arms to grasp a rail just over her head. Her firm C-cup breasts thrust forward, the large areolas and nipples stiffening as she says, “I now offer you one of my nipples, to get you started. I’ll coach you or let you know if you do anything wrong, but that is hardly possible. You may take the larger one – the other is still growing back from a previous guest’s orientation.”
My erection is almost instantaneous. I had not noticed that one of her nipples is slightly smaller than the other, but they both look deliciously pink. I stare at them for a long moment, my mind racing. “Did she just say what I think she said? She wants me to cut off her nipple – something I’ve fantasized about almost since puberty?”
Jane shifts her weight from one foot to the other, angling her hips seductively and making her tits jiggle ever so slightly. Her eyes are string straight into mine. “Please! Right now! I love the pain and want you to hurt my nipple. I’m already wet just thinking about it. Cut it, slice it off. Eat it if you like.”
My cock is throbbing and my heart is pounding. I fumble in the tray of surgical tools, selecting a rather large scalpel, and move toward Jane, whose eyes are now on the scalpel in my hand.
“You can tie me to the wall or table if you wish, but it is not necessary.” Jane says, “I won’t struggle unless you want me to. But I’d rather just hold onto this rail while you cut into my flesh.”
I run the fingers of my left hand over her right nipple (the larger one) which is hard and deep pink on her silky white breast flesh. Jane shudders and thrusts her tit into my hand. “Oh yes,” she whispers hoarsely, “Cut it. Please.”
Pinching her thick nipple I pull it toward me, bringing the scalpel up under the stretched pink skin. I draw the blade across where her nipple meets the areola. Jane is silent – holding her breath. At first there is no blood. Is the scalpel dull? I press harder, now pushing the curved edge across under the nip. Jane exhales explosively as her blood begins to flow over the shiny steel, “Oh – that’s good – more!”
I begin to saw back and forth while pressing upward. Her deep red blood is dripping onto her thigh, running down to the floor. This is fun! Jane is grunting, gasping now with each stroke of the scalpel. I stop a little more than halfway through, pulling her softening nipple upward, opening the gap between her nipple and breast. Her blood is really flowing now. I let go of her nipple and bend forward to take the bloody meat into my mouth. “What? Why …” Jane starts to say before I suck her tit into my mouth and my teeth close down on her raw flesh. “Ooooh!” She moans.
Her salty blood is delcious as I begin to chew on her. I swallow the blood greedily while biting harder and harder into her rubbery nipple. It is surprisingly hard to bite through, even though tender. I use my incisor teeth, shifting them side to side while biting until they meet. Jane is now doing short closed-mouth screams. I pull back slowly, my lips sucking more blood from her breast, the delicious morsel on my tongue, stretching a slender bit of skin still attached. Finally I bite through and her bloody breast slips from between my lips. No matter, the prize is in my mouth and I chew the bit of tender meat slowly. Finally, my first taste of girl meat slides down my throat.
Jane is hanging from the bar, her breast bleeding, but not badly. Between panting for breath she says, “Oh… that was … intense … you’re good … my tit is throbbing – so good!”
She lets go of the bar, steps carefully over the pool of slippery blood and picks up a white hand towel, holding it to her breast. “That’s all for now – unfortunately” She says. You need to go to the ‘meet and greet’ soon, and I’ll go to the clinic to begin the regeneration treatment. But I’ll see you again when I’m whole again.” Adding with a mischievous, slantwise look, “Maybe sooner.”
Wetting the towel in the sink, and using it to wipe the blood from her leg and feet, I see that her breast has nearly stopped bleeding. A meaty red hole in the center of her pink areola drips a bit before she clamps the towel over it again. Jane picks up her shoes and pads to the door, opens it and pauses. “Don’t worry about cleaning the floor – I’ll send the maid to do it while you’re out. By the way, the housekeeping staff are off limits.”
Then the door closes behind her. And I stand here thinking, “What just happened? I just cut off a woman’s nipple and ate it! And it was great! And I’m just getting started. This is going to be amazing!”
Superb! But this was only the orientation, is Episode 2 on the way? Can’t wait 😀
Also, does the main character has a name? You haven’t mentioned it.
Odd, I don’t usually like to read long stories, and here I am, writing one. The second part didn’t seem too exciting, so I waited until I was inspired to write the third before posting.
Medical Advances 2
Meet and Greet
I decide to put on my shorts and sandals to go to the Meet and Greet. Entering the hall, I see about 25 or 30 people here, and amazingly there are more women than men! There is every type of woman, young and middle-aged, black, white, asian. Slender and full-figured. No one is morbidly obese though. Most of the older women are wearing clothes of some kind, mostly loose-fitting dresses. A couple are obviously Dominants, wearing leather, stockings and heels.
The younger ones are about evenly divided between obviously slutty – either completely nude except for heavy makeup, tattoos and spike-heeled shoes – or shy and meek, dressed in either bikinis or shorts and a t-top. They would be the Submissives, I think to myself. There are some I can’t label at first glance.
As for the men, most are middle-aged and older, like myself. There are a couple of young studs, and more than one who are obviously gay. One is even wearing women’s bra, panties, nylon thigh-highs and high heels!
I spot a darkly-tanned brunette, about 30-something, in a flowing red dress sipping champagne. Not obviously any particular type, which attracts me. An element of mystery but not inexperienced. As a friend one said, “I would climb over a pile of naked 18 year-olds to get to a 40 year old woman with experience.” I grab a glass of champagne and approach her.
“I see we share a taste for the finer things” gesturing with my glass. “I’m Jack.”
“Hello Jack, I’m Sheila” she answered smoothly. “And you are correct, I like fine wine, fine food, and slow sex, but not necessarily in that order.” Her dark eyes scan me from head to foot and back, while I do the same to her. She is as tall as I am, but wearing heels, and the nipples of her ample breasts are poking the thin red fabric of her dress enticingly.
“Well, one thing will lead to another when like-minded people get together” says I. Jeez I hope that didn’t sound corny or smarmy – I’m not good at small talk. “Have you had an orientation yet?”
“This is my second visit, so I don’t need another orientation” she says, “I take it you have?”
“Yes, it was pretty intense!” I answer. “And I am looking forward to a longer – and slower – next encounter” I say, looking straight into her eyes.
“Have you been sampled yet?” She asks. This refers to the extraction of tissue samples from various parts of the body, to obtain unique cells, stem cells and DNA for regeneration and gene manipulation.
“Yes – and I still have some sore spots here and there. It’s actually somewhat stimulating, since that’s what I’m here for.”
“I hope that’s not all you’re here for” she says backing up a step. You aren’t one of those simpering ‘punish me, eat my unworthy body and turn me into shit’ twerps, are you?”
“No Ma’am! I like to give as good as I get – usually better. I have always been a Switch, although I usually Top.”
“Well then” says Sheila, “I think we’ll be seeing more of each other! But please excuse me, I just spotted one of my friends from last time and I must say hello.”
“Certainly” I reply, “it’s been a pleasure meeting you.”
I watch her saunter across the room, her hips making the long skirt of her dress sway sexily. I feel a tap on the shoulder and turn around.
“Hi – I’m Tiffany, and this is my friend ‘Becca!” gushes a perky, slightly pudgy blonde, topless with a short white cheerleader skirt. Standing alongside her is a slender girl with straight brown hair. Becca is wearing khaki shorts and a green halter top, with deck shoes. She looks at me with grey-green eyes, smiling nervously. Tiffany, on the other hand, is gesturing, which causes her round tits to wobble while she talks.
“So I’m helping Becca get acquainted,’cause she’s kind-of shy and all, and so we’re looking for a guy to have a threesome with so I can keep her company – and well, Becca is you-know nervous about those young dudes and well, you’re not too young and we saw you talking with that lady and she thought maybe you-know, you’d be like nice and stuff – and so would you like to fuck us now? I’m so horny I can’t stand still” she says finally taking a breath. “And Becca’s kinda hot too, even though she may not look like it, but she likes to fuck, don’t you Becca” says Tiffany, her tits bouncing as she shifts from one foot to the other. Becca looks away, then back at me, nodding her head slightly and blushing.
Well, there’s a time for experience and there’s a time when you’d be a damn fool to turn down a pair of bouncing boobies right in front of you, with two more into the bargain. “Sure, girls!” I say. “Your room or mine?”
Medical Advances 3
Tiffany and Becca
I lead Tiffany and Becca back to my room. Tiffany never stops talking but doesn’t really say anything. Seems to like the idea of S and M, but I get the impression she hasn’t had much experience, if any. Becca is quiet.
I open the door and gesture the girls inside. Tiffany says, “Oh, it’s kind-of like ours, but bigger. And we don’t have so many tools!” As she slows and gazes at the tray of torture and surgical devices. She turns away and strips off her little skirt, kicking off her flip-flops at the same time. Then she goes over to the wall. She has a very nice round bottom, short but shapely legs with thick thighs. In a few years she’ll have a real bubble butt, I think, but for now the baby fat suits her well.
“Will you tie me to this rack?” She asks, turning to face me again.
“If you like” I reply. “You’d look very good trussed up there, with your wrists and ankles bound in rope. What do you think, Becca?” I ask. Not hearing a reply, I find Becca looking over the surgical tools, picking up some and turning them over in her hands.
“Oooh, I like rope.” says Tiffany, speaking slower now.
“Becca,” I say, “will you please bring me some of that white clothesline rope?”
Becca drops a scalpel into the tray and quietly says, “Uh, okay. This rope?” She grabs a coil of clothesline and walks toward me and Tiffany.
“Thanks.” I say. “How about getting another coil of rope and helping me tie up Tiffany?”
“Yeah – sure, I’ll tie her up.” says Becca slowly. As she goes for another piece of rope, I push Tiffany back against the wall. With my hand on her chest, I use my feet, one at a time, to spread her legs apart. She’s breathing a little heavily already. “My boyfriend used to tie me to the bed, and I really liked it.” says Tiffany. “But I’ve never been tied to a wall before.”
“Hey, Becca” I call, “grab me a big piece of that surgical gauze as well.”
Tiffany goes on, “The first time he tied me too tight and like my hands went all pins and needles…” Becca returns and I take the gauze from her first. “…so I made him loosen them before -mmmff” I shove the cloth into her mouth. “Shut the fuck up!”
“You tie her ankles to the nearest eyebolts. Wrap the rope around her legs at least 4 or four times before you tie them off.” I tell Becca. “Give me your wrists, cunt.” I order Tiffany.
Obediently, she puts her wrists together, arms outstretched in front of her. Quickly, I bind them together, then tie the rope to the overhead bar, so Tiffany’s arms are stretched up above her. While Becca finishes tying Tiffany’s ankles I strip off my clothes. My dick is about half erect. I step back and look Tiffany over. Pleasingly plump, her round breasts have large, pale pink areolas and small nipples. There is a slight bulge to her tummy, with its deep navel. She is shaved, and her inner labia are hidden within the slit of her cunt. She is not resisting Becca, standing perfectly still while her ankles are bound.
As Becca finishes, I tell her to strip too. She immediately bends over, loosens the laces of her deck shoes and kicks them off. Crossing her arms, she pulls her top off over her head and tosses it away. She has pert little tits with hard, dark pink nipples. Then she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, pushes them down and kicks them across the room. She stands, looking me over from foot to head, and remains gazing, expressionless, into my eyes. Becca is not shaved. She has fine hair on her forearms, and light brown hair under her arms and on her snatch. She’s slender but not skinny, her skin slightly darker than Tiffany’s pale whiteness. “Get another rope” I say.
Becca pads quickly to the wall of restraints and brings another coil of rope. I quickly make a loop on each end and hand one to Becca. “Let’s bind up those fat boobs as tight as we can. You take that one and I’ll do this one and we’ll meet in the middle.” Slipping the loop of rope over Tiffany’s left breast, I push it up against her chest while pulling it tight. Then I begin to wrap the remaining rope tightly around her tit, three, four, five times. Her tits are pretty firm, so there’s not much to squeeze, but the ent of her breast is now bulging nicely from the coils, and turning pink. Tiffany’s making little squealing noises, muffled by the gag in her mouth, and twisting her torso slightly as we work. I look over at her right tit. Becca has somehow bound it much more tightly that I did, about six times around. Tiffany’s boob is standing almost straight out from her chest about 7 inches, the bulging nipple already turning purplish. I take the rope from Becca and tie it to mine, with the extra length left to drop to the floor.
“Nice!” I say. “If this is how you treat your friends … well I guess I’d like to be your friend! What shall we do next?”
“Whip her.” says Becca flatly.
“Um – Okay! Choose your weapon!”
We both go to the rack of chains, ropes, and other devices. I choose a heavy flogger to start. Becca goes straight for a short, thick bullwhip. “Me first” I say, flicking the flogger at Becca’s cute butt.
Going back to Tiffany, she is squirming around, with a worried look in her eyes. As if she didn’t expect to be handled roughly at a place like this! More money than brains, I guess. I start right in on her tightly bound tits. I whack her purpling nipples hard, then harder. Three, four, five, six times… Tiffany is squealing and wriggling most evocatively. Her tits are turning deep red now, as I get to nine, ten lashes. “Your turn” I say to Becca, stepping back.
Becca advances to the left of Tiffany. She coils the whip, releases it, draws back her arm and with all her strength, lays the thick black whip right across Tiffany’s belly. Tiffany screams through the gag, a red welt already appearing on her tummy. Becca draws back and commences a merciless beating of Tiffany’s belly, thighs, tits and chest. Crack! Crack! Whack – whack – whack! Faster and faster. Tiffany is screaming constantly, writhing as she hangs from her arms, legs no longer able to support her. The angry red welts across her body are beginning to bleed now.
“Whoa, now” I say, stepping up and grabbing Becca’s arm on the backswing. “Leave a little skin for me.”
Becca stops and faces me, panting. She turns the whip handle toward me, saying “Take it. Whip me now. Whip me.”
“Okay….” I say, slowly grasping the whip handle. I take a step back, and Becca raises her arms above her head and turns her back to me, standing stiffly with her feet together, arms upraised. Tiffany is just sobbing quietly, but watching. My dick is standing stiffly too. I look at Becca’s slender arms and back, her tight little ass and slender legs. I measure the distance by eye, drawing back the whip, I lay it and across her lower back.
Becca responds with a sharp intake of breath, but no other sound. I begin a methodical beating, slowly at first and then faster and faster. I lash Becca from her shoulders to her knees, paying particular attention to her ass, which now sports a half dozen red welts, some bleeding slightly. Still silent, Becca slowly turns toward me as I continue to lash her now leaving welts across her belly and breasts, hips and thighs. She has still not made a sound, except to gasp when I land a particularly hard blow, and her arms are still upstretched, making no effort to protect herself.
I pause and say “Turn around again.” While she does so, swaying slightly to maintain her balance, I fetch a longer, more slender whip. I practice cracking it to get the right distance. When a whip cracks, it is the sound of the tip actually breaking the sound barrier. At that point, it will do far more damage than simply laying the leather flat on the skin, no matter how hard.
Stepping toward her, I take aim at Becca’s back. I crack the whip diagonally, and to my satisfaction the tip rips a strip of skin right off her back. Now Becca screams, not shrilly, but hoarsely – animal-like. Blood flows from the diagonal tear across her shoulder blade, but she doesn’t lower her arms. I take another swing, this time aimed at her butt. Another perfectly judged crack, and a chunk of flesh is torn from her right butt cheek. Some of the blood even spatters me! Becca screams again and staggers a bit, dropping her arms. She turns toward me, then straightens up and spreads hear arms and legs wide, throwing back her head. I take aim at her belly and land another lashing blow just below her navel, drawing more blood. She grunts, then stands silently. I lash her once more, aiming at her left nipple, which I just miss as the whip tears another gash across her little titty. Screaming hoarsely again, Becca drops her arms to her sides, steps toward me, drops to her knees and takes my dick into her mouth. Grabbing my butt, she shoves her face right up against my groin, deep throating me and proceeding to chew lightly at the base of my cock. I push harder into her face, but she backs off, and proceeds to bite me just behind the head of my dick. I drop the whip and let her do what she will. She alternately bites and sucks for a while, until I grab her head and pull her up to her feet. She’s leering at me with a big grin.
“We forgot about poor Tiffany.” I say, glancing toward the woman hanging on the wall. Becca looks her way too.
Tiffany’s eyes get wide and she shakes her head “no.” We take a few steps across the blood-slippery floor. I begin flicking the tip of Tiffany’s dark purple nipple with my finger. “Do you think she’s had enough?” I ask.
Becca growls “Cut her.”
“Mmmmff! Mmmmfff!” Says Tiffany shaking her head.
“Well, OK” I say as I go to the tray of sharp implements. “But I wonder what she was thinking when she came here if she doesn’t like pain.”
I select the classic X-Acto knife, with the small, slender, pointed blade, and walk slowly back. Both girls are looking at the blade in my hand. It’s only a very short blade, maybe 3/4 of an inch long, but extremely sharp. I hold it up in front of Tiffany’s face, twirling it between my fingers. Becca comes up beside me and brushes her hand up under my arm holding the knife, resting her hand on my wrist. Tiffany’s eyes are wide, fixed on the knife and she’s breathing heavily but she has stopped shaking her head.
“See, Tiff” I say, “this place is about pain – giving and receiving more sensually extreme pain than can be experienced anywhere else and survive. You don’t know what such pain is yet, but once you experience it, you won’t forget, and will find you want to do it again, and again. It’s addictive. And inflicting such pain is to take control of another’s body. Doing what you will, so they either enjoy or endure whatever comes. Personally, I like to see blood. Violating the skin that protects and contains the vital fluid and what is beneath, to see it run out, feel its warmth, taste it. Let’s see what yours is like.”
I lower the blade to Tiffany’s left thigh. Pressing the point in just below her hip on the inside, I draw the sharp implement slowly down, pressing hard. The point just scratches at first, then suddenly goes deeper, and her smooth white skin parts and spreads with a deep red line behind my blade. Blood pours out and runs down her leg, dripping onto the floor. Kneeling, I switch to her right thigh, and repeat the procedure, with Becca’s hand on mine, following every move. Tiffany hasn’t moved and is actually silent (for a change). Then Becca lets go and starts licking the blood from Tiffany’s right thigh. I reach between Tiffany’s legs and slide my middle finger into the slit of her cunt. She’s wet! Beginning to massage her twat, I discover a rock hard little clit. She’s getting off on this! Well that didn’t take long.
I reach down and slide my hand under Becca’s arm, reaching across to cup her tit in my hand I draw her up to stand next to me as I pinch her hard nipple. Becca turns toward me, grinning with bloody lips. I drag the knife blade lightly down from her shoulder to her left nipple. Her body stiffens and she leans forward slightly, but I stop just short of her thick nip. “Not yet” I whisper. “Let’s see what Tiff’s nipples are made of.”
We turn toward Tiffany, who is breathing slowly now. I place the point of the knife on her left tit, just where the dark red flesh bulges out beneath the rope. I press down hard against the tight skin, and as soon as I begin to draw the blade downward, it sinks into her breast. I now slice onto her areola, and slowly through it toward the small erect nipple at it’s center. The blade momentarily bends the nipple down before slicing into it, and I continue to cut through the center of Tiffany’s nipple, and across the rest of her bruised areola. A deep red line of blood follows the knife as the stretched skin spreads apart, and the blood now runs ahead of the blade, onto the knife and my hand, and dripping onto the floor. In a few places, yellowish bits of fat appear in the streak of red. Tiffany is now making grunting sounds into her gag.
“Now you hold the knife,” I say to Becca, “and I will guide your first cut.” She takes the bloody knife, I place my hand atop hers and guide the point to Tiffany’s right nipple. This is the tit that Becca bound so tightly, and the bruised flesh is a dark purple. We put the point directly on the center of Tiffany’s nipple and I press in, slowly, then harder and the sharp blade plunges straight in. Blood surges and I pull out the knife, releasing a torrent of blood, compressed by the tight binding.
“Drink up!” I say to Becca, who needs no urging and has already clamped her lips over Tiffany’s nipple and is sucking greedily.
Tiffany’s head is rolling slightly between her upstretched arms, and her grunts have changes to moans. I decide to try removing her gag.
“Oh my God!” Tiffany whispers hoarsely. “Oh that hurt so bad – but so good now…” she says breathlessly. “Ow, oww – oh yes – I see what you mean, and Becca – you bad girl – why didn’t… OWW!” Yelped Tiffany as Becca apparently bit down hard on her nipple.
I pull Becca back. Tiffany continues, “So – omigod! I hurt so much – my poor boobies are throbbing – but I’m so wet and horny, please fuck me now I wanna come so bad I wanna come fuck me hard oh pleezeohpleezeohpleeze…” so I stuff the gag back in her mouth.
“Leave her be.” says Becca. She takes my hand and walks me to the table, hopping her butt up onto it. “Cut me now” she says as she lays back, stretching her arms above hear head.
2 new chapters, great 🙂 I’ll read tomorrow 😀
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