For Zoey, the world had been reduced to the points where their bodies touched; everything else seemed to have fallen away. The feel of his strong hand slowly but constantly squeezing her slender throat more and more tightly combined with the feel of each hard, unrelenting stab into her left her dizzy and shaking as something new to her built. She knew already the signs that he was close and she sobbed in fear of the crescendo that she herself was about to reach.<br/><br/>When his hips slammed forward, she howled in pain and her body tensed. The feel of the sticky heat flooding her, soaking deep inside her battered tunnel pushed her over the edge. She tried to scream, tried to beg for mercy as the sensations rocked her body, but his hand had cut her air off completely. She thrashed against him, unable to fight what her body was aching for. It was both the best and worse sensation of her life. Pleasure unlike she had even thought possible was tainted by the man that had given it to her. She could already hear his taunts, his mocking comments that he had forced her to feel this and forced another degradation on her.<br/><br/>She could feel her sticky inner walls clenching as if trying to milk more of his load into her and it almost made her ill. When he was finally finished with her and his hand released her slender, bruised throat, she simply collapsed onto the bed. Her hair was matted with perspiration and her body shook. She could feel his hot fluids and hers leaking from her battered hole and still she knew what was expected of her.<span style="color: indigo">"Shall I go fetch my punishment now Master?"</span>She asked and her voice was an odd wavering combination of self-loathing, lust and fear.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>