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

Saya's Week - Monday: Roasting Jeff

... she knelt beside him, her legs to the left and right of his left arm, so that her hairless pussy was resting on his forearm. Jeff could feel the damp warmth it radiated. "I suppose you are a fresh meatboy, and by glancing at your branding I assume you aren't used to woman too much. You did never lick out a pussy, haven't you?" Jeff just shook his head, since he felt speaking with his mutilated tongue might prove complicated, but how should he satisfy a woman in that state? "Well," continued the slave with her determined, albeit not unfriendly voice, "we don't have much time. I've got about half an hour before we need to continue processing you, and I'll show you what to do. You're only missing the tip of your tongue, so you will be able to do it, and I frankly don't care if you like it or not." In this moment Jeff realized one thing: Saya was about to torture, rape and eat him, she would enjoy every bit of his pain, but Claire was simply not interested in his feelings at all. Being some kind off person she tortured meant a lot of to the pleasures of his owner, but to Claire he was merely an object to be worked with, processed or used in any way her owner ordered or allowed her to do. "So do your best. If I don't orgasm in your face in 20 minutes, you will learn that I have the skills to inflict some pain even worse to whatever Mistress will do to you, and in a way not conceivable to the human eye at all, nor would this degrade your meat quality in any way. Understood?" He ...

... nodded again. "Good." She lifted herself up and brought her body over him so he had her triangle directly in his face, her beautiful legs on each side of his head, then she used her fingers to spread her labia. "You need to lick here" said Claire, pointing to her swollen clit. "Try to be gentle, and don't stop in case it might retreat a bit, don't dare to stop until I tell you otherwise." He nodded, not realizing that she couldn't see it anyway, then started to tangle her clitoris with his tongue. It felt weird, since he felt a strange sensation where the tip of it once was, but after some seconds he could coordinate his movements better. But every time he touched her the cauterized wound sent him painfull reminders of his loss, but despite his pain he kept on going. Claire was soon moaning in an continuing, humming sound of pure pleasure, the deformed tongue felt unusual but gave her quite new sensations she fully enjoed. She backed away a bit and pushed nearer to him in order to stretch the pleasure even further, and whe she finally came a lout groan of pure lust echoed through the room. Jeff draw a deep breath, but a small snap at the needle-wound on his dick reminded him of his job, and he continued to keep her up for some ten minutes longer. After her last orgasm, the slave stood up, brushing all pleasure out of her face, and released his legs. "It's time, we need to preprocess you." Without another word she waived him to follow her and left the room. The new room was quite ...