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

Saya's Week - Monday: Roasting Jeff

... the bottle into Jeffs mouth. In an instant he started to shake again in spasmic convulsions as the highly aggressive antiseptic fluid cleansed his mouth, leaving the sensation of burning fire, but Claire ignored him and started to flush out the blood. The she took the small device, about the size of a Zippo, and pushed a button ontop of it, producing a hot-white glow at the other end. The device used heavy voltage to produce a glowing metal tip, and the girl put just this tip on Jeff's mutilated, bleeding stump of his tongue, holdding his head with one hand, to prevent his panicly spasms from ruining her work, and cauterized the wound. Jeff felt the hot iron-tip in his mouth, felt the intense burning pain, which, quite contrary to his expectation, was an even more intense agony than the burning liquid before, and he tried to scream, tried to release all his pain in one roraing scream of agony, but only a gurgling sound escaped his throat. As Saya watched the whole scene she had already sunken her hand between her legs, and leaning back to enjoy the show she orgasmed again. Clair looked up to her Mistress. "I finished patching him up" she said while removing the gag, without looking down to Jeff. "Wonderfull. Thank you, Claire." Saya produced a warm smile while she got out of her armchair, then looked down at her body, which was stained with blood, sweat and saliva. "I'm gonna get a shower myself, be a nice girl and clean up. Have Jeff cleaned and ready in the kitchen in ...

... about, lets say, 4 hours." She squat down and gently brushed Claires face hith her hand. "You know you're gonna end up like him one day, do you?" Claire didn't flinch one bit, since this truth was known to her from the day she left her breeding-center, and her eyes blinked so slightly in a nodding manner, confirming her owners words. "You serve me quite well. Use him a bit, I can imagine his newly shaped tongue must feel quite interesting. Don't damage him, though, I wanna eat him afterall." With this words echhoing through the room Saya went to the shower. The slave-girl got some cleaning utensils and took care of the room, while Jeff lay on the floor. She used a rough sponge to clean him, rolling him ruthless over and back in order to do this, she removed the two needles from his dick and used the same antiseptic as in his mouth to cleanse it, too. After that she went on with the armchair and the floor. The aching pain in Jeffs genitalia was subsiding, and the sensation in his mouth was now only an uncomfortable pulsating feeling. He used the time CLaire needed to clean up in order to recreate himself, finding his balance again. The events seemed quite surreal to him now, but his pain was real. Little did he know of his conditioning, but it was exactly that condition which brought him over to not go insane, to accept what happened in a more abstract way so he remained usable to his owner. Claire had loosened his hands while she worked on him, and now as she was finished cleaning ...