Tears trickled down Zoey's cheeks already for she knew now that there would be no victory in this game. The way Master Quentin skilfully used the thick toy on her snug, tender cunt assured that she would be either crying out or orgasming soon. Her hands curled into tight fists and she bit down even harder on her already split lip in a desperate effort to remain still. She hoped that if she held out as long as she could that it would at least mitigate the amount of punishment. It was clear to her that, from the start, she had been expected to fail. Her eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out the sensations and her body squirmed slightly now, unable to hold still as it tried to cope with the intense jolts of pleasure. Not for the first time, Zoey was struck by how much her life had changed in such a short time.<br/><br/>She was actually thankful for the light tapping of the paddle against her tight round backside. It served as a much needed distraction and the reminder of the pain that awaited her was an exceptional motivator for her to keep silent. Quentin's hope was proving true also; the soft touch of the paddle did have the desired effect of causing another pang of pleasure even if she could not admit such to herself. Not that it really mattered, the way he tortured her with the toy would be what broke her long before the comparably pleasant sensation of the paddle's touch. She moved up onto her tip-toes to try and escape the thrust of the toy deep into her dripping nethers. It proved to do little good, for he simply adjusted the toy, pinning her like that and leaving her only way to get back on solid footing to impale herself fully onto the toy's length.<br/><br/>Within a moment of this position she began to tremble, her legs aching. She was shaking her head slightly now, trying to deny the inevitable. The wet noise of the toy moving inside her seemed to fill the silence and Zoey found herself mentally praying the he would relent. She was doing her very best to please him and she just hoped that he would give her a reprieve. She knew though, that if he was intent on punishing her, this would not end until she was the one that gave him the cause he was looking for. She was holding on by a thread now, but she managed to keep the desperate cries down as well as the humiliating pleasure that she felt welling up from between her legs.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>