Quentin gave himself a moment to admire the girl. Her face was pretty, and all the better for the fear twisting her into a pitiful and vulnerable girl, left barren of her pride. Lower, with (or perhaps especially with?) the last few remnants of his seed clinging to them, Zoey's tits were proud and firm. Her body was slender, with nigh-perfect skin that was made all the more interesting by the welts and markings that covered parts of it, with more to follow. Even her sex was neat, though it stood a little more engorged than it used to. The carefully logical man decided that one day it might pay to let her heal fully, and see how admirable he could make her.<br/><br/>Still... That was not his taste today. Today he would make her hurt, and use her body as a canvas for the toys she'd bought to him. His mouth pressed fondly onto the nippled peak of one breast, sucking it heavily for just a moment before he was walking around the bed. Zoey had her eyes shut and Quentin's bare feet padded almost silently across the carpet, so when he started on her it was sudden and fierce.<br/><br/>His fingers caught one of her nipples, pinching and dragging it upward. He was rough, but the pain was immediately overwhelmed by the much greater one of the paddle landing against the front of her tit. He did it again, and again; plucked her nipple up, dragged it as clear of the rest of her breast as he could manage, then slapped the tip of it with the cold front of the paddle, letting go just in time to avoid knocking his own hand, too. He repeated it several times, then slapped the meat of her chest several times more before his mind moved to other things, leaving her chest sore and glowing red.<br/><br/>The next to receive attention was her clit. His fingers worked either side of it's hood til he could pinch it and ease it forward, dragging it to he could shut a clamp around it. Two chains running down from the tight, barely-padded device ended in small rings, and he placed each around one of Zoey's toes; the result was that if she remained entirely stationary it was only the dull ache of the clamp itself to deal with... But if she stirred, or tried to move her feet or legs, she only succeeded in pulling painfully at herself; the clamp would not give easily, either.<br/><br/>Quentin tested the device by lighting a candle and - in a reminder of the night before, only several times worse - flicked the burning wax toward her sex. Much hit her legs and seared badly enough; yet more found her cunt, and made yesterday seem like a pleasant dream. The man was grinning, watching her cunt's reaction to the sudden specks of hot wax and then the following twitch reaction by the rest of her body. Quentin was just getting started, but already his sadistic imagination was in full flow.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>