The fat in her tits was heating up quite fast, and now, additional to the pain on her skin, she could feel her breasts boiling from the inside.
Dear god, why couldn’t she just loose consciousness, why couldn’t it be just over?
It was the pinnacle of pain, only to get topped soon as her exposed clit got into the oil.
Her eyes widened in pure terror and agony, her field of view became blurry, and she nearly blacked out.
And then she was lowered a handspan at once and could feel the boiling liquid pouring into her wide, open vagina, frying her pussy from the inside, and a new surge of pure hurt filled her body.
Jenna bit so hard she crushed the apple between her teeth, and a scream, transporting her world of pure agony, was filling the room for a splitsecond, then Claire managed to shove another apple into her mouth.
The heat in Jenna’s womb was building up, and the air inside her uterus heated up to the point of expansion, so it popped out by ripping through her cervix.
But worst of all, she could feel her labia getting cross and crispy too.
By now her whole front and part of her legs were submerged in the oil, and her head came to rest on the cushion.
The pain numbed after an agonizing eternity, an Jenna figured the nerve endings in the fryed meat must have died. The words around her were just a blur for she couldn’t focus on them, and she started to slowly drift away. Finally the torture ended, and she was pleased to be dying away, leaving this nightmare of pain and humilation.
Her blurred vision started to turn, and it seemed like the whole world was spinning. Then something touched her face, and her view cleared once more.
The world wasn’t spinning- she was, for they had lifted her out of the oil and turned her over. She could smell something familiar, and recognized it to be fryed meat.
And suddenly, her eyes focused again, and she saw Claires face, and some movement on it, and Jenna understood she was talking to her.
But she didn’t want to be talked to!
She just wanted to drift away again into this black ocean of painless numbiness, just slowly sleeping away.
A piercing sensation on her neck followed, and Jenna was fully awake again. She could hear Claire purring in her most lovely voice to her.
“Phew, that was close, we almost lost you sweetheart! I gave you some stimulants.”
Why? It was almost over, and they brought her back? Why would they be so cruel on her?
Tears of pure desperation rolled over Jenna’s reddened face. This was never going to end.
They would torture and revive her forever, she would be never allowed to pass away…
She tried to raise her head a bit, and could see her body. It wasn’t at all like the body she knew, for it had turned brown and crispy, and her breasts were steaming.
She was fryed!
A feel of pressure and movement came from her pussy, and Claire’s face entered her view again.
“Saya thought you might enjoy the first bite of cuntlip. Your’e smelling damn good!”
With this words, the redhead gently pushed Jennas mouth open and inserted a piece of meat. Sice Jenna wasn’t be able to do much chewing on her own, she moved her jaw a bit up and down.
It tasted quite good, but she couldn’t swallow it.
Not only had she lost control of her mutilated body, but it was, for all the taste, her own labia she was chewing on.
Claire gave her a smile and whispered “It’s almost over now, lil’ piggy. Goodbye.”
With this words Jenna felt herself lowered again, her crispy front pointing up, her unharmed back, arms and legs pointing down, towards the oil.
Saya was enjoying her meal. The meatgirl was back in the oil again, and Claire was cutting big parts of her fryed breasts, cunt, ribs and belly.
While crunching a piece of crispy cunt between her teeth, she enjoyed watching Jenna.
Her back was now frying, and the look on her face was priceless. One could almost feel her pain through her broken eyes, and somehow she even managed to twitch and tremble a bit.
It was quite inspiring, and she could feel lust boiling up in her, when Mac interrupted her thoughts.
“This was very enjoyable, and tasty too, thanks for the invitation.”
“Well Mac, thank you for bringing over both young ladys here.”
The indian girl, now wearing a red sari, looked up from her breast steak and smiled.
“Nandita has a crush on you, so I had no choice but to bring her over. I can’t hold her back anyway, and when she wishes to end on your dish, I can’t refuse.”
“Yeah, it’s always a bit strange to have free meatwoman around, one can never be sure who might enjoy them in the end…” Saya agreed.
A moaning reached them, and they looked over to Jenna. The oil must have found a way inside her, maybe frying her lungs or heart, so her face showed a new wave of pain. Claire took her time to look up from her piece of belly to check the fryer, but there wasn’t too much she could do now, the life of Jenna was ending.
A quiet sob was emerging from the corner of the room, where the bruised girl was watching Jenna’s death carefully while nibbling unmotivated on a peace of rib.
She would be on the menu soon too, and they would make sure to do her much more painfull than the poor girl in the deep fryer.
“And when will you do Claire, if I might ask you?” Mac inquired.
Saya had kept Claire for almost a year now, and knew well the danger of getting too attached to your slaves. Claire seemed to share Saya’s lust for torturing meatgirls, and did her assigned jobs quite well, and Saya liked her. Maybe too much.
She shrugged the thought of.
“It seems to be time, you are right. Soon.”
A quit glance over to Claire showed her that the slave was listening, and she smiled to Saya and Mac. No, she wouldn’t resist even a bit. Saya might as well order her to prepare herself in the most painfull way imaginable, and Claire would comply, for she was really submissive to her.
Maybe that was the reason she kept her for so long now.
A gurgling scream, more of a squeak, accompanied by some frantic twitching showed Jenna was finally dying.
Suddenly it stopped, and the room got quiet. Jenna’ eyes and mouth were wide open, her face a document of pure terror and agony.
Saya was more than aroused now, and she thought about getting a good hard fuck from Mac after dinner, and when he was gone, spending the night with Claire.
In this moment she decided to do Claire for real on the weekend.
Their eyes met, and Claire knew what was on Sayas mind, so with a grin she just nodded.
But Nandita was first, and the asian gave her a warm smile.
The room seemed filled with lust and promises, and then Claire got up and took a knive from the table.
“Fryed arm anyone?”