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

Saya's Week - Monday: Roasting Jeff

... a bit smaller than the last, and no window was in it. Floor, walls and ceiling were made of white tiles, a bathtub and a similar sized metal-basin on the opposing side, some lockers to the right, another door was to the left. The doors closed themselves and were quite massive, nad Jeff suspected they might be soundproof. The room was perfectly clean. Claire led her charge to the metal-basin, and Jeff saw it was sloped toward a drain at one end. Rings were welded on the inside. "Step in" demanded the slave, and Jeff know better than to oppose her. With the same precise movements she showed when attaing his wound, she snapped the metal-cuffs on his arms and legs into some of the metal rings, effectively restraining him. "We need to gut you, this is gonna hurt." she said while she took some leather-stripes out of one locker and started securing his chest, the upper legs and his head to the rings. His eyes widened in fear for this surely was going to be like hell, since this was the first time he was ever warned about something might be painfull at all, this must be the topping of all he lived through until now. "The pain will increase the production of adrenaline in your body, which does alter the taste to some degree. Saya wished this for today." Claire went on explaining her actions to him, with the same uninterested voice she used all the time for him. Jeff had no idea why exactly the slave was explaing all this to him, since it didn't made any difference to him, but he ...

... listened on. "When we're done, I'll get some spices in you. Then you'll get a short break before we move you over there," she gestured toward the bathtub, "to marinate you with some seasoning." While she talked to him, she pulled a rolling table which was standing between the lockers and checked her instruments. Then she took a showerhead of the wall and started rinsing his body with cold water, followed by antiseptic. "The antiseptic we use here is made of a special mixture, a molecule not unlike ethanol, but it doesn't react with the body like alkohol one bit, so it doesn't makes you drunk or something like that. I'm now gonna open your belly, so you might wanna take a deep breath and prepare." Jeff's heart felt like a stone in his chest, there was nothing he could do except bear with what was to come, so he took a deep breath and prepared himself for the most intensive pain he could imagine. The scalpell Claire took was odd-looking, for there was some kind of battery attached, and she explained that indeed it was a selfcauterizing tool. This didn't ease Jeff's mind one bit. In the beginning, it wasn't painful at all, he felt only something cold, but with his head restrained he couldn't watch. Then, suddenly, the pain kicked in, with all the brutal power of a sledgehammer. He actually could exactly follow her cutting, and then he could feel her flipping the skin right under his chest, now only attached to his body just below his ribcage, he could feel her flibbing it open like ...