Saya's Week - Tuesday: Fraying Jenna - Sex Stories

Saya's Week - Tuesday: Fraying Jenna

... spoke to her more than necessary, nor did he show any sign of special attention to her quite beautiful body. She wrote it off as professional attitude, and it was. He checked her like she would check the frozen chicken in the supermarket. But she didn't believe it, her mind just couldn't accept this to be real. She had a live, was successful in school. Everything was fine. She would awake from this weird dream. Now. Now? Her mind still struggled to fully grasp the complete wreck of what she believed to be her reality as she was put in a cushioned crate and rolled out. Jenna awoke by a slap to her face. "Awake, piggy!" Her eyes opend and gave way to a blurred vison of a redhead who seemingly had just hit her. She opened her mouth to give her an aprobiate answer, and then the memory came back. She was awake, and could feel shackles on her arms and legs, attached to thin metal bars formed like a 'T'. It made moving impossible. As her vision cleared, she saw that the girl was nude, and realized she was nude, too. The redhead wore a branding on her hip, classifying her as a meatgirl, and suddenly Jenna felt a mild, pulsating sensation on her own hip. As she turned her head to the right, a similar marking entered her view, of course it was on her own body. This nightmare was no nightmare. It was the pitiful rest of her once glorious life. She started to laugh and sob at the same time, only to get another slap in her face, and the backhand a quarter second later. "Focus, piggy! ...

... Don't go hysterical on me, we need you to stay sharp! Concentrate! Look at me!" Jenna did as she was told, if only to avoid another hit to her face. The girl was quite a looker, her body features more than similar to hers, they could have been twins. She recognized the enticing hips and the meaty labia on the redheads body, and wondered if this was some inbred trademark of the meat farm, to realize in terror how fast she had grown to the idea of just being stock. Even their faces were reminiszent of each other, but not enought for twins. Of course, Jenna had ash blonde hair and green eyes, while the woman obvously was a blue eyed redhead. The girl smiled cryptically as she looked over her body. "My name is Claire, and you are Jenna, as far as I'm told. It will be a pleasure to make you ready for our Mistress." Jenna looked at the ground. "And then you will butcher me and eat my flesh?" It was more of a statement than a question. "Look at me, Jenna, you do as we tell you, when we tell you. Now look up to me, not at the ground! This way you might undergo the least unpleasent treatment. Not that pleasant is the right description for what lies ahead of you, but believe me, our owner Saya can be much more vicious. And no, she hasn't paid half a fortune to just butcher you, she wants a show, and that means preparing you alive." Jenna was petriefied. She was beginning to come to terms with being killed, but live preparing?" "So you want to torture me first?" Claire smiled, but her eyes ...