Zoey struggled to keep herself from gagging and ultimately failed as more foul precum soaked her soft pink tongue. She sniffled and gagged as she pushed on, working her mouth over his disgusting shaft. The steady stream of precum was like a horrible nightmare and she cringed as it began to leak out around his cock. She could not bring herself to swallow, fearing that she might be sick. Even though she was giving an exceptional blowjob compared to her first only hours before the lord was seemingly not pleased as he cruelly tugged her hair. He seemed to enjoy the soft muffled whine and the way her lips tightened because he started doing it more and more until he shifted and began to pull her pretty little mouth onto his cock.<br/><br/>It was savage and vile in a way that none of the horrors she had been subjected to thus far could match. She gagged and choked, her body tensing as she tried and barely managed to keep from getting sick. Her loud, harsh gags sounded positively retched and on several occasions could be heard over Stayan's piggish grunting. The bastard had no concern for her, holding her deep enough to cut off her air even as he rammed in hard enough to bang her head on the table. When her lips would start to slacken around his engorged prick he would simply slap her pretty face to bring her back to a more acceptable state. As Zoey felt his gooey precum leaking down her chin and neck to collect in the impressive valley of cleavage created by the too tight bra, she began to worry that she might actually die choking on his repulsive cock.<br/><br/>Zoey was very aware that even if this was not intended to be direct punishment, it would certainly serve as such. She would do anything to not have to endure this again. Tears streamed down her bruised and reddened cheeks and the fetid mess of his precum and her saliva soaked her face, neck and breasts. Nothing could be worse or so she thought. With a titanic grunt and a thrust deeper than before he ground her face against his fat stomach and groin as he began to empty himself into her. She thrashed and gurgled but the man was simply too strong. She was forced to swallow some or drown as he pumped his hips, stabbing his pulsing tool down her throat. When he finally let go, her head flew back and slammed into the table with enough force to almost knock her unconscious. Soft gagging was heard from under the table as Zoey fought the very pressing urge to be ill.<br/><br/>She crawled back a little, unable to stop herself from letting the repugnant gunk fall from her lips. She could not bring herself to swallow, not even if her Master truly meant to flay the flesh from her body. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she winced when she reached back to feel her scalp. When she examined her hand she was shocked that there was no blood on it. her head throbbed and she felt dizzy as she gulped in air, cringing at the taste of lord Stayan's residue. After a moment she pushed herself up to kneel under the table and await whatever happened next. Over and over she silently prayed that Stayan was not capable of a repeat performance.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>