Saya's Week - Monday: Roasting Jeff - Sex Stories

Saya's Week - Monday: Roasting Jeff

Day One: Monday Roasting Jeff For Jeff, walking toward that door was a quite strange feeling, in that he understood, at least on an intellectual level it's consequenses. This was the day of his fullfillment, the day he was raised and trained to since his birth, and he didn't hesitate the slightest bit. The shape of Jeffs body was no coincidence, his physical training and diet has been monitored with same same care as his psychological conditioning and his education, his genes were the result of carefull breeding and genetic engineering. He could hear the delivery truck drive away, and he stood there, alone, halfway over the plastered way which lead to the front door of the clients house, but not for a split-second came the idea of running away to his mind. Said conditioning prevented even the idea of running, so he took the last three steps instead and rang the door bell. A small speaker came to live. "Yes?" "I'm to deliver from Northern Ridge Quality Meat, M'am." "You're most welcome, step in! It's the first door to the left." With a slight buzz the door opened. Jeff stepped through the door and found himself in a quite large foyer with doors to both sides leading away. The first door at the left side wasn't entirely closed, and Jeff could see a small stripe of sun escape it. As he entered the room he saw that two sides of the room were made of huge windows leading to a closed garden, and he found the room dominated by a low table, a sofa and matching armchairs. One of the ...

... armchairs was occupied by an asian woman of stunning beauty, maybe one head smaller than him, wearing a plain cut, but perfectly fitting short red dress. For some reason he felt some creeping fear in the deep back of his head at her sight, but this sentiment was dwarfed by his attraction to her, none of wich he could explain to himself. Jeff recognized the voice from the doorbell as she spoke with an authority to him barely masked by her gentle phrasing. "Please undress and come closer, let's see what we have my dear." Most Meatboys were raised in a way they were acustomed to being used in sexual activity and enjoyed them, even being slaughtered or eaten alive was to them mostly a pleasure, but Jeff wasn't one of them. In fact he was still a virgin, and while he was fully educated on human sexuality, a strong hint of modesty was trained into him. Therefore he felt not entirely comfortable to drop his clothes in front of a total stranger, and hesitated for two or three blinks of an eye. "What are you waiting for boy?" asked the woman, and her gently, warm voice had an sharp edge to it. "You're mine now, so better do as I say." He dropped his delivery-uniform and stood there completely naked, quite uneasy as she scrutinized his body. His training kicked in and he stepped toward her until he barely touched her armchair. In this second the realization, until then only in the back of his head and on a purely intellectual level, was hitting him hard, the realization that he was not ...