The man's eyes flickered down, and though she didn't know what he was getting at at first a repeat performance made sure she caught the message and dropped a little sorely to her knees. He grinned down at her lecherously; less of the cold pleasure in his eyes that Quentin exhibited, but a certain... Lewd glee replaced it. He didn't get to play with the Lord's playthings often, and he thrilled at every chance; the man had good tastes. He knew his role, though... Help the man out, and he really could enjoy her mouth.<br/><br/>"Now now, you're here for letting your Master down, are you not?" He didn't have to wait for an answer. "Then you'll do -this- much better. For starters, don't stumble over your words when you ask. Go on..." He waited for her to start talking, a whimpered "E-Ex.." that was cut off sharply by him grabbing her tit and squeezing at it heavily. His punishments weren't as cruel as the masters, and were more self-serving, but he was certainly not going to be gentle with her. "Again!" He barked, and again she choked up on the words, earning her chest a hard slap. Twice more she failed, and twice more he hit her, or rubbed at her pantie-covered crotch with the top of his foot.<br/><br/>Finally the words spilled out in a hurried but clear sentence; "Excuse me sir, Might my whore mouth be of use t-to you..." He let the small error slip; she was after all crying heavily, and besides which his cock was -aching- and her lips looked inviting. "Aye... Aye, it might. Gimme your finest blowjob." He leaned back, and left the rest to her; from her fingers unclasping his buckle, to freeing the weight of his prick from the fabric containing it, to naturally squeezing at it with her lips.<br/><br/>And so the next few hours went; her pleading, being teased or beaten a little, and then receiving a heavy prick for her efforts. They all came into her mouth, and she certainly found that aspect of it just a little easier by the end; though it was hard to dismiss the self-loathing accompanying each extra signature scrawled on her tits and latterly her stomach. It was rare that they just wanted her mouth, too... Many spat on her, or beat her, usually claiming it was for letting their lord down. The head chef had been particularly hard, stringing her hands up and spanking her ten minutes straight before making her mouth blow him twice. He even kicked her on the way out, screaming 'Let the lord down again and I'll have some -real- fun with yeh!'<br/><br/>The thoughts wouldn't leave her head; everyone hated her. Unless she were fucking them, perhaps... They seemed a little nicer in that situation. But everyone, even his other slaves, were quick to slap, hit or spit on her for disappointing her new owner. It was these thoughts that filled her head when a young boy came to tell her that the Lord wanted her back in the drawing room. His voice was timid, awed by the screen of signatures running over her body. Zoey's mouth and throat was sore, but at least an end was finally in sight.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>