Zoey's soft sniffle accompanied fresh tears as she heard the steps slow. She could picture the person staring at her pitiful, trembling and almost naked body. She could not believe that she had been reduced to this, to something so horrible and lewd. She could picture the person eyeing her bare body, smirking at the sight of its beauty brought low by her perverse owner. Tears flowed faster the longer the person lingered and her lips trembled in  fight to not close. She wanted to hide her shame and the load of semen cooling on her tongue but she knew that if he saw her that the pain would come again. Her almost broken resolve whispered to her that at least the pain was more dignified then her current situation. Then she heard the person depart and she sagged momentarily in relief but it was short-lived as she heard voices. Their comment only made her feel worse and she squeezed her eyes shut as hard as she could even as her body shook more and her sobbing got worse. The thought of being shared and the realization that it was a very real possibility made the young beauty break out into another round of loud woeful sobbing.<br/><br/>Again the voices receded and she was alone with her thoughts. Those thoughts bickered back and forth as to whether or not she should give in. The argument centred on her current predicament. One side of her mind argued that if she had resisted she would not being enduring this humiliation while the other side argued that this humiliation due to the fact she HAD resisted. Sure letting him use her mouth as roughly as he had was not pleasant but she had earned this punishment by trying to push him away and deny him his pleasure. the debate was getting more heated as to what she should do next when a rough, calloused hand took a brief but firm hold of her firm white breast. She had been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she had not heard his approach and she gasped, choking as she sputtered on the thick load in her mouth.<br/><br/>She was still fighting to regain composure when he spoke and, still sobbing, she crawled into the room. It was more of and awkward and undignified scramble but she could not take the thought of another person seeing her this way. She did not miss that he said please, which seemed strange to her. She stared up at him, sniffling as he gave her permission. She did so reluctantly, gagging with every gulp and then fighting to keep it from coming back up. The feel of it sliding down her throat made her gag even harder until she finally managed to fight it down. Once that was done she still felt ill and used. Her aches came to the fore with her not having something to focus on. Her throat hurt from his use, her torso burned where her skin felt the whip's kiss and her backside throbbed painfully as her heels dug into it. the new pain of ten small crescent shaped wounds on her thighs, five on each, only added to her suffering. Even though the self-examination took no more than half of a minute she still let out a fearful squeak as she though of what she had forgotten.<span style="color: indigo"> "Th-Thank you... for your...s-seed."</span>She said, each word further degrading the formerly haughty noble. She hung her head, burying her face in her hands. She could not hold her tenuous grip on her composure any more and simply wept openly as she knelt at his feet.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>