Zoey yelped as her pale ass was stopped in its motions by a gentle (compared to before) smack on the curve of her ass. Her teeth nipped her lower lip wondering if that had just been a warning that more punishment was on the way or an isolated act. After a moment she started to feel a little lightheaded and, realizing she had begun holding her breath when he had lightly smacked her ass, she took a shuddering breath. That breath cut off sharply as she felt his fingers move to position the hot tip of his cock against her wet and still reddened entrance.<br/><br/>The woman under him buried her face in the blankets to stifle a pained cry and her hands took a harder grip on the blankets as well. She could not believe it but he felt even larger than before and seemed to strike deeper into her tight tunnel. It took her breath away and all she could manage was a feeble squirming as her inner muscles clenched more and more tightly, trying to still his movements but more likely only driving him to use her harder. Tears already soaked into the blanket as sob wracked her little body. Even as wet as she was it hurt terribly. The sounds of his motions stirring that wetness inside of her only added the sting of shame to the other more physical aches that she felt.<br/><br/>Her world was awash in pain and it only worsened when his powerful hands gripped her shoulders pulling her into a hard arch. The blanket still hung from her tightly clenched teeth, muffling ever louder cries of sexual distress as the new position only made him drive harder and harder into her. Tears still trickled over her cheeks from the pain and even more from the sensations that had begun to slip through her. Almost imperceptible tingles of pleasure had begun to intermingle with the horrid pain and she tried to deny them but could not. When his hand gripped her throat, she let out a terrified cry, wondering if he was planning to rid himself of a witness to (and the instrument of) Stayan's murder. Thankfully he seemed to just showing his control, how easily he could take her very life. Some small part of her found the act strangely erotic but she stifled that line of thought the second it showed itself.<br/><br/>out of fear she spread her legs more and rocked back into his thrusts, trying to heighten his pleasure. It was only to avoid punishment and to end the torment faster, or at least that is what she tried to tell herself. By this time, the blanket had fallen from her mouth and she could not censor her cries anymore. Both of them could easily note the mingled sound of pleasure and pain in her voice and the tears came faster at her body's latest betrayal.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>