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

Saya's Week - Tuesday: Fraying Jenna

... her feet were shaking in what would have been wild spasms, but they were restrained quite carefully. Saya could feel Jenna's body tremble in intense agony, and in the rate her trembling pain rose, the Asian got wetter, until a cry escaped the meatgirls throat, and Saya climaxed, hard. She got down and started to pet Jennas red face, but the girl was screaming, her eyes glossy from all the tears, and as Saya gently stroke her cheeks and kissed her, speaking gentle words to her as if to soothe her, she touched herself and came again and agin. Jenna couldn't see anything. Not only was her view blurry from her crying, and the pain in her feet distracting, but she couldn't move her head to much in the restraints. After they removed the boiling water, the plate on wich she was lying was lowered to the level of the table, her legs spread and bound again, this time with a metal band. The pain was still high, but it reached new peeks as some thick metal poles were driven through her flesh, so her feet were secured to the metal band in a way she couldn't move them even one millimeter. Then she could feel a cold object being pushed under her feet, and a thick liquid being poured ontop of it. Some stings followed and a sharp pain in her burned flesh. Jenna could get a blurry vision of Saya and Claire, and the letter was raising a fork into her mouth. There was meat on the fork. Her meat. Bit after bit they ate up her cooked feet, every time the sting of the fork, the cutting pain of the ...

... knife, and every time she prayed it to be over. And every time she was moaning or even crying, fresh tears in her eyes, as Saya praised Claire for her good idea on cooking the meat not whole, but to remain red inside, since it tasted better this way and the meat was just a bit more entertaining during lunch, for the nerves weren't completely killed off. After Claire had cauterized the stumps she was drugged and brought to bed, and Jenna slept deep and well. She awoke past noon. On all four she moved to the bathroom, carefully avoiding to get her stumps bumping against anything, and then got back into the bed again. What could she do now? Her fingertips felt the branding on her thigh, and Saya was right, every policeman would just return her. Not that that mattered, she couldn't even walk, much less escape from this horror! It was so strange. Saya and Claire were torturing and planning to kill her off like some animal, but then again they gave her sexual pleasure... In that moment Jenna finally realized that she was going to die within the next days. It was no distant event on the far end of her life, it was the very near future, the only perspective left to her. She would die and be consumed. And she would die in an agonizing way to entertain her perverse owners lust. Her thoughts were interupted by the opening door, and Claire entered the room. "Good morning piggy. Had a good nights sleep?" Jenna lokked up and gave the redhead a weak nod. "Thats good to hear." said Claire as ...