Saya's Week - Tuesday: Fraying Jenna - Sex Stories

Saya's Week - Tuesday: Fraying Jenna

... can never be sure who might enjoy them in the end..." Saya agreed. A moaning reached them, and they looked over to Jenna. The oil must have found a way inside her, maybe frying her lungs or heart, so her face showed a new wave of pain. Claire took her time to look up from her piece of belly to check the fryer, but there wasn't too much she could do now, the life of Jenna was ending. A quiet sob was emerging from the corner of the room, where the bruised girl was watching Jenna's death carefully while nibbling unmotivated on a peace of rib. She would be on the menu soon too, and they would make sure to do her much more painfull than the poor girl in the deep fryer. "And when will you do Claire, if I might ask you?" Mac inquired. Saya had kept Claire for almost a year now, and knew well the danger of getting too attached to your slaves. Claire seemed to share Saya's lust for torturing meatgirls, and did her assigned jobs quite well, and Saya liked her. Maybe too much. She shrugged the thought of. "It seems to be time, you are right. Soon." A quit ...

... glance over to Claire showed her that the slave was listening, and she smiled to Saya and Mac. No, she wouldn't resist even a bit. Saya might as well order her to prepare herself in the most painfull way imaginable, and Claire would comply, for she was really submissive to her. Maybe that was the reason she kept her for so long now. A gurgling scream, more of a squeak, accompanied by some frantic twitching showed Jenna was finally dying. Suddenly it stopped, and the room got quiet. Jenna' eyes and mouth were wide open, her face a document of pure terror and agony. Saya was more than aroused now, and she thought about getting a good hard fuck from Mac after dinner, and when he was gone, spending the night with Claire. In this moment she decided to do Claire for real on the weekend. Their eyes met, and Claire knew what was on Sayas mind, so with a grin she just nodded. But Nandita was first, and the asian gave her a warm smile. The room seemed filled with lust and promises, and then Claire got up and took a knive from the table. "Fryed arm anyone?"