1. Saya's Week - Tuesday: Fraying Jenna


    Date: 3/10/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Cannibalism, Cruelty, Female Domination, Slavery, Snuff, Torture, Author: Neil McCain, Rating: 61.5, Source: sexstories.com

    her mind was spinning around in desperation. She was in fear, in fear of the pain and agony. And she didn't want to die. As her ride entered the room, she could see Saya standing besides some kind of table wearing a red dress, and talking to a middle aged man in a suit. He was enjoying a slow and cozy blowjob by a girl of light brown skin and black hair while chatting with the asian, smoking a short, filterless cigerette. Claire produced a snap hook from the table and fastened the skewers in her arms and legs together, and Jenna felt like her back, now strained, might break every moment from the stress. Her legs were sperated even further, too, overstretching her pinned labia, wich caused even more pain than her gutting, and she screamed like never before in her life. This secured her the attention of Saya and her guest, who blew his load over the face of thr darker skinned girl and smiled. "Well, Saya, I must admit I didn't really believed you, but she is extraordinary! And this meat is absolutely nonconsensual you say?" "Absolutely Mac, she screamed and begged to us over the course of the last days to let her go, and I'm quite sorry to have been occupied this much, I would have liked to use her much more." "I see." Saya went over to her and gave Claire a nod. "Turn her over." The meatslave did as she was told. Sice Jenna was clinched she came to rest on her skewered limbs, neither her back nor butt touched the table. Tears ran down Jennas face when her whole weight was ...
    placed on her dislocated arms and legs, directing much more strain to her joint and back, and her screams would have risen to new heights, but Claire used the first moment her mouth opened to fill it with an apple, so she was down to a sobbing mumble. With scrutinizing looks Saya and her guest inspected Jenna's body, touching it here and there. Then the meatgirl was turned over again, and she enoyed the reduced strain on her body, but only seconds later it returned, as the snap hook holding her limbs was fastened to a chain wich lifted her up. She couldn't shake or tremble in pain, as her body was restrained too much, and the apple gagged her quite well, so her screams remained unheard, but her eyes got red from her tears as her full weight was pulling in her joints again. From her new position on the height of Sayas head she had a better look on the room, and saw a girl chained in the corner she hadn't seen before, naked, with bruises all over her body, her face a mask of fear and desperation. "Like my own" she thought. The table was dominated by a black sink, wich had a foam cushion on one end. As Jenna was lowered down she heard Saya whispering into her ear. "Well, Jenna, I promised not to boil you alive when you behave, and you did behave yourself thereafter. But I wasn't entirely truthfull either, you know, for I'm gonna fry you." Jenna could feel some drops of the simmering oil splashing up and burning her belly. The sink was a deep fryer! She should have thought of it ...
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