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

Saya's Week - Monday: Roasting Jeff

... from time to time a painful groan, but he didn't scream. After that procedure they basted him with goo from the last meatboy and shoved a metal-plate under his head, then they begun rolling the baking sheet table toward the oven. "Well, this is it, I'm gonna put you in the oven now, my little roaster. We will stay here with you to watch, so you won't be alone, and, if you are lucky, you might be still conscious when we take you out." explained Saya with a broad smile. He was quite sure that he wouldn't describe this possibility with the word 'lucky'. This was the most interesting and most painfull day of his life, and his last. He just wished the pain to pass. Saya gave him a kiss on the forehead and opened the door of the oven. The baking sheet clicked into the rails of the oven, and one second later the door closed again, with him on the other side. It wasn't too hot, but neither was it comfortable. He saw Saya standing in front of the oven, watching him interested, and in the background Claire was rolling a canapé into the kitchen. Saya lay down on it and started eating some grapes while he started roasting. The heat was now sharp and painfull to him, he could feel his sweat and the basting vaporize on his skin. Claire was on her knees, eyes to the ground, but he didn't watch them anymore, his mind started to circle around on simple though: "Let it be over, please let it be over! Why can't I just die..." He heard a strange noise and identified it as his own frantic ...

... screams. "Let it be over, please let it be over! Why can't I just die..." As always in such a moment, Saya was craving with burning, hot lust, and she let Claire eat out her pussy, slowly, gentle, she wanted to enjoy the cookout to the last. Jeff's screams were like a siren, rising and falling in intensity and pain, and the asian guided Claire to adapt the work of her tongue to it. When it stopped the rose and put Jeff out of the oven. As they checked him his eyes moved ever so slightly. "The cooling plate we put under his head did its job, Claire, his brain hasn't cooked now, he is still alive" Just barely, but alive. Wow." said Saya. Jeff registered somehow that he left the oven. The world around him was a blurr, and he didn't even manage to scream in his weakened state. Saya and the slave were talking to each other, but he didn't understandd them. He felt a sharp pain as Claire stuck a fork into his Chest and started to carve some meat off, but he was to weak to move in any way. Why couldn't he just die? He endured the mutilation and preperation of him being served for dinner, and his only wish was for the pain to end. Saya's face started to fill out his whole vision, she said something he didn't understand either, and then she kissed him. Even that was painful as he felt the skin on his lips cracking, and then she took a big bite out of his right cheek. He felt her eating the rest of it, and a tear managed to appear in the corner of his eyes, then Saya left. A fork was ...