Zoey barely noticed the pain as the straps of the ballgag dug into the corners of her mouth while Quentin brutally tugged at the buckle. She barely noticed when the ball was eased from her mouth. Only when the trapped saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth and she heard her own cries of pleasure echo through the room did she realize what had happened. She worked her jaw, trying to ease the ache and was barely able to whimper a thank you to her Master before his command sent her over the edge.<br/><br/>As the first jolt of bliss burst through her so do did she feel Quentin's pleasure wash over him. Every hard, borderline cruel thrust into her clenched, spasming nethers was accompanied by the feeling of him forcing more of his seed deep into her. It felt strange but also very good as she rode her orgasm. More and more semen poured into her until her body could not hold it and it began to leak out around his hard, thrusting cock. The feel of their mingled fluids running down the cleft of her ass felt erotic and disturbing at the same time but she moaned like the whore he had crafted her into.<br/><br/>Eventually her tensed body relaxed and fell limp. Still more sticky fluid bubbled out around his shaft and she blushed in shame and pride that her master enjoyed her so thoroughly. Ragged gasps for breath hissed passed her lips as she stared up at him through lidded eyes. As her body relaxed she became acutely aware of the way that her muscles ached, especially those of her inner thighs and stomach. Spreading herself so opened for her Master and tensing her abdomen to stave off her orgasm until she was given permission had taken their toll on the poor girl but it had been worth it to please him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>