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

Saya's Week - Tuesday: Fraying Jenna

... ground again. She screamed, and at some point she had not even the energy left to do that, and just lay still, tears forming a puddle around her face, to weak to even shake or twitch when the next hit came in. She could hear Claire's voice like through a thick layer of cotton, somewhere on the other side of her consciousness, somewhere outside her small world of pain. "This lotion will decrease the swelling, and it even contains some spices which will get deep into your skin. Get into bed and sleep a bit, you need it." A flask was put beside her head, and Jenna felt a kiss on her lips, just as unreal as everything else, then she felt the other girl moving away, and heard a closing door. She was alone. Jenna couldn't say how long she was just lying on the cold marble before she got the power to move her arms. Ignoring the pain, she rubbed the lotion into her skin, hoping for some relief. It was pleasantly cool on her burning skin, and the pain decreased a bit. Somehow she managed to move into the bed, not caring that she left lotion on everything she touched, and slept away quite fast. She woke up as Claire gently shook her shoulders. "Rise and shine, piggy. We need to do the next step, then you'll get breakfast. Follow me." Jenna got up, and was glad that the swelling on her whole body was nearly grown back. The pain was merely a background noise now, constantly present, but bearable. She followed Claire out of the room and down a long floor to a small, tiled room. The ...

... thick doors looked soundproof, and the whole room looked like a crossing between an old medieval torture chamber and an operation room. As she hesitated to enter it she got a fierce snap to her still aching nipple. "Move on, and sit down on the table!" Claire pointed towards a metal table with sink, of the sort one might expect to find in a hospital. Jenna responded quickly. With fast, routinized movements she was leaned back, so that the pits of her knees rested on the edge of the table, then her upper body was bound to it by leather strips, as well as her spread legs. She was fully exposed, and felt embarassed by Claire openly scrutinizing looks to her pussy. Withoutany further words, the girl started eating her out. It was so surreal, but after a while Jenna started to relax and tried to enjoy it. Claire was definitly more skilled than her friend in school, with which she was testing her sexuality for the first time, to not repeat it again. But the expirienced redhead pushed her easily down the road toward climating, and Jenna felt ashamed and embarassed. The person was about to torture and kill her, but could singlehanded force her to orgasm against her will. She felt betrayed, by the world, by her body, and by herself. After all, she was only a peace of meat, stock, like a cow or a stout, to be used as wished if the right button is pushed, confined to her lowly, animalic instinkts. Not selfcontrolled nor disciplined like a civilized girl is expected to. Only some kind of ...