Zoey did not feel hope as she neared the door. Deep down she knew that there was no escape but she was frightened of more pain and suffering and her panicked mind just wanted to avoid the pain for a moment. Every frantic movement sent pain arcing across her welted flesh but she did not dare stop. She felt his steps approaching and the whoosh of the paddle's swing a split second before pain exploded across her pale perfect round  ass. She let out a choked sound as she shot forward, her arms trying and failing to compensate. She landed on her face and breasts on the carpet with her shapely ass still pointing up at him.<br/><br/>She didn't even struggle as he gripped the chain and started to drag her although she did shine as the carpet chafed her nipples and aggrevated the welts on her front. Once he let the chain fall she crawled to her knees, mewling as her throbbing reddened ass settled against her heels. Other than that she did not move, just staring at the floor as she wept openly. She did not even seem aware that being drug across the carpet had torn the dress further to expose one firm, pale breast and the hard, reddened nub that topped it. She just let out choked, ragged sobs. There was no escape, no salvation and not point in resisting. He would just beat her again and again until he got his way and then he would have what he wanted anways. If the end result was going to be the same, what was the point of compounding her suffering. So far her pride had earned her a night's sleep in a cage and the humiliating punishment of being bond and punished by his servants. She could not take anymore, she knew the next punishment would just be worse.<br/><br/>Sobbing more loudly as tears poured down her pretty face, she finally relented. She had no pride left, just a world of pain and suffering. She was reminded of this when she struggled to remove the tattered remains of the dress. Every movement made the welts across her torso and ass throb. She let the dress drop to the floor beide her and covering her breasts with her hands. She was still embarrassed. She looked up at him, the expression of hatred replaced with one of a strange hopefulness. She was clearly hoping that her obedience would earn her his mercy. Her bare body looked amazing, lean and soft, plae with lush curves in all the right places. The vibrant crimson welts only seemed to accent the lovely smothness and paleness of her flesh.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>