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Saya's Week - Monday: Roasting Jeff

Date: 10/6/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Cannibalism, Cruelty, Female Domination, Slavery, Snuff, Torture, Author: Neil McCain, Rating: 33.3, Source: sexstories.com

asked, and there was nothing compassionate in her voice. With surprise he felt the pain going away, as the cut was sealed and the nerve endings in his belly were cauterized too. "Better, thank you" he replied therefore, and Claire removed the restraining. "Sit up now." She rolled the pin all over his body, but he didn't scream. Sure, it hurt like hell, but the pain never lasted longer as a fraction of a second. Only his skin started to get sore. "Make yourself comfortable in the bathtub" CLaire demanded, and Jeff let himself down into what he believed to be another seasoning liquid, it burnt on his skin. She explained to him: "While deep-seasoning you your skin got uncountable microfractures, through which the marinade will pour some good taste into you, and will seal-off the microfractures. Stay here and enjoy yourself for a while, I'll be back later. After that last sentences she left the room. Jeff was led into the kitchen. It was quite big for a house of this size, but nothing unexpected when he took the food habbits of its owner into account. Some kind of metal table on wheels was near the kitchen plates, and Saya was sitting on its edge. "Finally! I'm hungry beyond measure!" she said, and Jeff felt a criumbling sensation where his guts used to be. This was it. Saya tapped her hand invitingly at the metal-table beside her and slipped down to the ground. "Lie down!" He hesitated. He was fully aware that he won't leave this table alive, for the rail on both of its sides ... made it crystal-clear: This was a baking sheet. Not the he could survive more than a few hours without his digestive system removed, but these hours suddenly became desirable in a way only somebody facing death could understand. Saya met his eyes, and he could read in them. She fully understood, and so this second passed, and he understood, too. This beautiful asian woman has paid twice the normal price to get some meat which would hesitate in this very moment, and it was this fear in his eyes she was rewarded with. Not that she was unkind to him, most meatslaves were just unceremoniesly butchered at the slaughterhouse, but he got something the others never got. He was not only a tool to her pleasure, he was part of her life for some hours, and he gave her something beyond mere sexual pleasure or a good meal. It was his suffering and fear that made him special. The moment passed, and Saya stepped forward. "Go on Jeff, I won't wait all day long. In fact, I toy with the idea of having sashimi..." He got the broad hint and went to the table. This was the 'nice' option. Better to go along. Claire fired the big oven up and brought her mistress some ceramic knives, while Saya restrained him on the table. "You're gonna becoma a nice roast with crackling, with a nice and crispy crust." The two woman started to cut a checkerboard pattern into his skin, all over his chest, belly and his legs. They worked carfully and slow to avoid cutting to deep. Jeff clenched his teeth and released ...