With this words her hand found its way between her legs, and, still tongue to tongue, Jenna repaid the favour.
She was led to the tiled room where her pussy got cut, and bound to a sink-like metal table. Claire gave her something to “dull the pain, but only a bit”, as she put it, and started gutting her.
It was painful enough to get her crying, and she screamed to Claire, begged for her to stop it, but she could feel having her incestines, her bladder, the kidneys and her liver removed. The redhead ignored her completely, and Jenna got more and more desperate and angry at the same time.
Then Claire bend over her and gave her a silencing Kiss.
“It’s of no use to scream my lil’ piggy, the gutting’s done. Lets stuff you up and be done with it, ok?”
When her body was filled with the stuffing it was closed and sealed with the help of some protein-glue, almost seamless.
Claire pierced her breasts multiple times with a sharp skewer, “to make sure they don’t pop”, and released her from the table.
Jenna raised her upper body, looking around her, and realized she sat in a puddle of her own blood.
The punctuations in her brests hurt, and she touched her belly in disbelief.
Her incestines were gone, and it felt a bit strange to her touch, but it hurt less than her tits.
With a gentle pull Claire dragged her legs over the table, so the girl came to sit on the edge, and started to examine her again.
It was like a surreal blur, and then Jenna realized her body was mutilated to the point of no return.
Her feet and her inner stuff were just gone, she couldn’t walk, and without her guts she couldn’t even eat… she was as good as dead.
Claire lifted the girl over to a serving table, and laid her on her belly.
“This is gonna hurt.” she announced while folding Jennas arms behind her back.
In one fast movement, Claire pushed both folded arms up, dislocating them in the process, and shoved some skewers through them to keep them together.
Tears ran down Jennas face, but she made no sound, she only wanted it to be over.
Why did they have to torture her like this?
Wasn’t it enough to kill and eat her?
Her thoughts were interrupted when Claire dislocated her legs the same way, and her selfcontrol didn’t prevent her from screaming when her lower legs were skewered too.
But this proved to be nothing compared to the pain inflicted when Claire pulled out her inner labia and pinned it to the sides of her pussy, leaving her wide open.
Then she felt an approving slap on her butt, and as the serving table, her on top, was rolled out of the room, she heard Claires saying:
“You’ll taste wonderful, lil’ piggy!”
The ride to the dining room was horrible, every little bump of the serving table translated into painful sensations on her dislocatd limbs, and the ride seemed to take half an eternity.
Of course, only death would await her in the dining room, and 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 immediately. They were going to deep fry her alive!
She shook her head in terror, please, please, you can’t do this, this is way too cruel even for the likes of you, I don’t wanna die, why me?
But no word bypassed the apple gagging her mouth, and Saya continued:
“Well, don’t worry, you’ll taste just fine. And the oil is quite hot, so you won’t last too long, but of course your’e gonna miss most of the fun.”
In her panic Jenna didn’t realize that Sayas idea of being nice and mercyfull to her victim was to heat the oil up more than usual to shortend her pain, but Saya didn’t griefe for that, since she understood that Jenna was a bit preoccupied.
After all, her job was not to understand anything anymore, but just to suffer a bit and turn delicious.
Her belly touched the boiling oil first, despite her frenetic tries to avoid it. Even with her dislocated limbs and all the pain they were causing she managed to struggle a bit, but not too much.
It felt like she was lowered into pure fire, the heat was unbearable, and she could feel her skin roasting and frying, producing a thin crust wich oainfully crackled only moments later.
All that while more and more of her body got exposed to the oil. Only seconds after her belly she could feel her nipples touching the hot oil, but she didn’t had the energy to struggle anymore. Her breasts started their way into the oil, and she could feel her soft nipples turning hard and crispy, and a sharp spike of even more pain as her right nipple split in two parts.