His look of total victory only made her situation seem more terrible. He still had her pinned to the bed, splayed wide for his enjoyment. The muscles of her thighs burned more than if she had ran for hours. Her joints ached, her very bones ached. All she could do was tightly grip the sheets to either side of her lush little ass and endure as he sped up. The look in his eye and the sneer on her lips said that this time he would not stop. He did not seem to care for her at all as he rammed in with each brutal thrust, driving himself to the limits of her tunnel. Each thrust made a little hiccupping sob escape her lips. It was the only sound that she made anymore, the only movement that was not simply him moving her around like a rag doll. She cringed with every wet noise that came from the joining of their hips as he seemed intent on ruining her. The worst of it was that despite the cruelty she was unable to completely ignore the small tingled of pleasure that managed to fight through the agony to make her acknowledge them. Knowing that on some small level her body was enjoying this was almost as crushing as the act itself.<br/><br/>Thankfully he could not last forever. She was beginning to think he might. When he hilted himself deeply inside of her she could feel him pulsing and throbbing powerfully inside. The feel of his hot sticky seed rushing into her battered sex made her feel ill. It stung her savaged insides and added a final degradation as she felt it flood her and begin to drip out around his shaft. When he pulled back to enjoy the sight of his handiwork the smile on his face made her feel as low as she ever had. That look was the memory she would carry with her of her first time. A memory of this horrible man who had ravaged her, who had deliberated hurt her as much as he was able. Then he simply rolled off of her, laying beside her on the bed.<br/><br/>The moment he was out of her she rolled into the fetal position. A cry of pain escaped her throat as her leg muscles protested the movement after being held immobile for so long. Her hands cupped her sex as if to shield it from further abuse as she curled into the smallest ball possible. She had her back to him and she did not care what he did, she knew that he would take whatever he chose and she would have no choice but to accept it. Zoey just could not bear to look at him right now. She made no noise as he reached around to molest her breast. When his question broke the silence, she sniffled. Somehow his voice made it all the more real and she hated herself for the answer she gave. It was a simple, pitiful<span style="color: indigo"> "yes Master."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>