When Quentin let her go and she spun back to face him. The motion jostled the wooden toy inside of her and drew a weak, hoarse cry from her dry lips. Her limp body barely responded to him pushing up against her. A tiny, scared thread if sound escaped her lips when the bonds gave and she felt gravity take hold again. His strong arm wrapping around her felt comforting even through the pain. She snuggled and shook as her lowered her. The tender wax burnt flesh of her thighs slid against his trousers and she shivered in pain. Once she had collapsed onto the bed she howled in pain as her raw bottom contacted it. Tears stung he eyes again as she weakly tried to roll onto her side but she could not. Her arms were still numb and limp from supporting her weight for so long.<br/><br/>she could only shudder and moan helplessly when her Master stroked along the stretched lips of her mound and her shaking legs parted slightly for him to have as much access as he required. When her rolled her to her side and took a firm grip of her ass she squealed in pain. Her body convulsed as the gripe aggravated the raw nerve endings and brought fresh tears to her eyes. It was almost too much for her to bear and even with him dropping behind her and pressing himself again her smooth back she knew that there was more to come.<br/><br/>She did not have to wait long to know what the next torture would be. The words hissed into her ears caused first relief and then terror. She had only this last thing to endure but it was such a terrible thing. Her head twisted around and she looked at him out if the corner of her eye. The smirk on his face told her that he was not joking and was confirmed by the feel of his hard cock prodding it's way between her heavily bruised ass cheeks. "please master, not there please I cannot..."<br/><br/>The sentence, the breathless pleading, cut off sharply as his cock surged into her, impaling the tiny ring of muscle around the girth of him. It was not a slow easing her into the experience but a savage taking of her last virginity. She tried to scream in pain but it came out as a harsh, strangled hiss. It was so dirty and humiliating to be taken like this and the feeling of him simply forcing her to accept him was painful in a way that she would never be able to describe. Her small body felt so full between him and the wide toy still fully imbedded in her at the front. She felt her sanity fraying, felt like she woul surely break before he finished with her.<br/><br/>Not matter how much she tried to relax she could not and when his hips clapped lightly against her savaged ass flesh she shrieked and her body clenched, tensing around both shafts. He reared back and shoved in again, seeming intent on destroying her. His pace was punishing and soon every hard stab into her was punctuated by a hard smack of his hips against her backside. Ziey was forced to twist and bury her face in the blanket to stifle her Hugh pitched squeals. She could not take it an her legs kicked weakly. She was begging desperately for him to cum, to finish with her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>