She cringed but repeated herself.<span style="color: indigo"> "Forgive your wh..."</span>her voice choked up. Clearly she was not yet comfortable with her fate even if she was resigned to it.<span style="color: indigo">"your whore, but why did you pick her?" </span>Zoey shivered, sniffling. She found the word so horrible that she could not get used to it. It would have been better were she able to. As it was, she gave up a very obvious weakness. She listened to his reply and began to wish that she had never asked. The thought of her being a status symbol that he used to gain more power through her sexual use was revolting and for a moment she thought she would be ill. He was right though, she had farther to fall, and she had fallen so far already. She kept using her firm breasts and shapely ass to clean him.<br/><br/>What did it matter anymore. She was no longer a noble's daughter. She was a noble's slave. Her life was now a game of doing her best to avoid his wrath and the punishments that came with it. Her pretty face dipped and she began to lick along her shoulder, cleaning him where her breasts could not reach. Tears trickled onto his skin and he could feel her valiantly struggling to hold in the sobs. She was trying so hard to not make any noise, to avoid his punishment. She was trying to be what he wanted. She hoped that was worth something at least.<span style="color: indigo">"Your s-slut is happy that she entertains you." </span>She said in a strained weak voice.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>