Zoey felt her Master shift his leg and her eyes widened slightly as it caused the little clockwork device to shift as well. Her teeth clamped to her bottom lip so stifle the moan that desperately wanted out. He did it again and again, taking up a steady rhythm that left the painfully aroused girl shaking and perspiring. Little noise filled the silence and Zoey squirmed uncontrollably. Her eyes were still tightly shut and she tried to think of anything but the pulsing, pleasure buzzing away inside. It was hopeless though.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"Master I do worry that it may drain me before your supper is done." </span>Her voice was noticeably higher in pitch than normal and clearly strained. Her hands curled into tight fists because she had nothing to easily grab onto and the pleasure was building again. The part clamped onto her swollen and aching clit was the worst, driving pleasure that was beginning to border on pain through her small form. She was already flushed from the pleasure that rocked her but still the blush deepened when the chef spoke. She could practically feel his eyes drinking in her beauty. With ragged breaths she tried to calm herself and opened her eyes. Her expression was desperate and pleading.<span style="color: indigo"> "Please Master, please may I cum? It is unbearable!" </span>She whined. The complete and utter need in her voice seemed to make her cringe as if some last vestige of the noble girl recoiled at just how far she had fallen in such a short time.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>