“How may I call you?” she demanded. “Thats our Deep-seasoner. “You need to lick here” said Claire, pointing to her swollen clit. The device used heavy voltage to produce a glowing metal tip, and the girl put just this tip on Jeff’s mutilated, bleeding stump of his tongue, holdding his head with one hand, to prevent his panicly spasms from ruining her work, and cauterized the wound. You’re only missing the tip of your tongue, so you will be able to do it, and I frankly don’t care if you like it or not.”
In this moment Jeff realized one thing: Saya was about to torture, rape and eat him, she would enjoy every bit of his pain, but Claire was simply not interested in his feelings at all. In a fast and routinized way Saya bound his hands behind his back, then touched his dick with her lips. He screamed and screamed in agony, tears running again down his cheeks, and suddenly he could see Claire through his blurry eyes.
