With her eyes closed, Zoey did not see the way Quentin eyed up her body. To her it was just terribly silent and as the time wore on she felt more and more nervous. She knew that there would be pain, but the waiting actually made her want it. She wanted it to be over and just as her lips parted to ask what was going on his mouth latch hard to the throbbing bud at the tip of her breast. The air rushed from her lungs in a ragged gasp that she could not seem to regain as his mouth worked the tender flesh for a moment before he left her hanging again with no sensation at all. Her ears strained to hear him but she could not and beads of perspiration already slid over her skin as her nervousness built.<br/><br/>A quivering cry of pain tore itself out of her throat as his strong fingers crushed her delicate nipple between them and tugged it up only to let go. For a split second she thought that it was not as bad as she had anticipated. It the next second though the paddle slammed against her breast with force enough to send ripples through her firm titflesh. She whined and whimpered and her body twitched in pain. Her body was struggling to breathe and her chest heaved, only accentuating her pain. She remembered his orders and softly whimpered<span style="color: indigo">"Please Master, it hurts. It even hurts to breathe. Please mercy." </span>when he finally tired of abusing her now reddened breasts.<br/><br/>Another cry bubbled forth when his hand toyed with her clit. It was still sore from his hard session this morning and she moaned helplessly as her teased it. Her eyes clenched more tightly shut and Zoey's mouth opened in a silent cry as the clamp bit down on such an aching spot. Her lean body jerked and bucked as she tried to cope with the harsh pain. She felt the rings looped around her toes and her body froze. The purpose was immediately apparent and she held as still as she could. She knew that he had no intention of making it that easy for her though but was completely unprepared for the searing wax splashing her thighs.<br/><br/>Her legs jerked and with that she crossed the point where words failed her. She could only howl in pain and again, more loudly when still more wax searing the reddened tissues of her mound. Again her legs jerked instinctively, sending jagged pain through her. Another howl was ripped from her, and another and another as Quentin made her dance to his tune. Sweat and tears ran over her skin already and she tried to beg but the only sounds she was capable of were screams and cries of agony.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>