Zoey's throat ached from the continuous hard pumping of it along his length. The pain was muted by the terrible ache across her reddened ass and the knowledge that if she interrupted his pleasure she would only receive worse. So she endured, degraded and used, drooling hot saliva along the length of his cock as he punished her mouth and throat with it. She closed her eyes, and her face flushed, both for the repeated gagging and the shame of allowing herself to be used for such a thing. Clearly the combined feel of her silky flesh and the tortured gagging and squirming was arousing her Master greatly. She could already feel his motions becoming less coordinated and his shaft pulsed heavily as it slid against her tongue. She knew he was on the verge and braced for the inevitable.<br/><br/>She did not have to wait long. When his hands left her head and he leaned back, she assumed it was to watch her handle his orgasm. With that in mind she did not pull her head back, but simply tried to swallow his load as fast as she could. It must have looked rather comical, because she was fighting a losing battle. Her cheeks bulged slightly more with each pulse of him but she stubbornly refused to give up. She felt like we wanted to be ill but resisted, instead focusing on his pleasure in the hopes that he would relent and not punish her further. When she had finally managed to swallow his seed, her pink tongue kept licking at the head, making sure to do whatever she could think to heighten his pleasure to earn his mercy. Her watering eyes looked up at him and she watched, waiting for him critique.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>