But then?
She needed to find some clothes and hide somewhere… no, cross that bridge when you face it.
After Jenna made sure nobody was in sight, she went to the frontdoor, only to find it locked.
“Damn!”
A quick search on the wardrobe and the surrounding furniture revealed no key, but she took a nice, grey trenchcoat and went down the hallway. Maybe she could escape through the backdoor.
A quick check of the trenchcoat brought up some cash, so she wasn’t down on nothing. Claire and her owner were nowhere to be seen, and Jenna reached the backdoor uninterrupted.
Quite reliefed she swung it open, only to face a garden, encircled by walls. No door anywhere, but the walls were topped by barbed wire.
“Most try it at least once. It’s only natural, after all you have some survival instinct in you.” said a friendly voice behind her.
Jenna turned around to face the speaker, a beautiful asian woman, and she assumed her to be Saya, her and Claire’s owner.
This was planned from the beginning, she realized. They gave her some hope, only to shatter it even harder. Anger boiled up in her.
“But then again, where would you run to? You have been graded, so every policeman you encounter would just catch you to bring you back.”
“Why? Why me? What have I done wrong in my life?” Jenna cried in pure hatred.
Saya pushed her to the ground and restrained the struggling girl.
“Nothing. It’s no punishment, it’s just how it works.”
Then she took a cane and started beating her, in slow, accentuated hits.
Claire released her legs and pushed her to her feet.
“Follow me.”
Jenna took one hesitating step and felt the pain of every single stroke on her skin. As they walked down to the dining room, Saya went right behind her, but in her state, beaten and bound as she was, was running away not even an afterthought.
A raised plate was arranged on top of the dining table, one half covered in cushioned leather, the other half bare metal.
The meatgirl was laid on it so that her head came to rest on the leather, her knees on the edge so that her feet were hanging free, than she was strapped onto the plate.
Saya put some kind of gag in her mouth, wich consisted only of a metalpiece formed like a horseshoe, it didn’t disturb her speech or breathing, but she couldn’t close her mouth nor bite this way.
Then the Asian climbed up to her and over her, so that her pussy filled Jennas full view, and she felt a soft kiss on her exposed clit.
“You will eat me out.” ordered Saya.
“It will get painfull, so I will give you a good time to, but how much pain you will feel, don’t stop, or I’ll just boil your whole body alive, and not only some parts. Do you understand?”
Instead of giving an answer, she raised her tongue to softly touch Saya’s rosy perl, and shortly after she felt the same on herself.
It was better than her last try on woman, and Jenna started enjoying herself a bit, so she was surprised when her feet suddenly were in touch with could water, but Sayas tongue let her no time to think to much about it.
Claire fastened some really thight leather straps around her lower legs, and after a while the water got warmer, and became quite pleasened.
She was now nearing climax, but the water kept getting warmer and warmer… and hot.
As if she had the abillity to read her mind, Claire said to her:
“Don’t be too surprised, we just want to make sure you wont try to run again.”
Jenna realized: They were going to cook her feet, while still attached to her!
A soft and not really painful bite on her clit followed as she stopped licking her owner.
“Don’t stop, piggy!”
She continued her job on Sayas pussy, but the pain in her feet increased as the water was boiling now, and her whole body was shaking, but she forced herself to work her tongue on the Asians clit.
Having her feet cooked was the most painful expirience she ever had, and she didn’t want to give Saya a reason to keep her promise and cook her whole!
Tears were running down her cheeks, and 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 she got onto the bed herself, and gave the other girl a soft kiss.
“Today it is, so I’d guess we wanna make out one last time.”