Zoey practically fell to her knees as she realized that was what he wanted. She  sniffled and shook, staring up at him and awaiting what was to come. His question made her sob softly, not so much for the truth of it as for the fact that she knew what punishment was coming. His next request seemed strange and she started to comply only to squeal as his hand took a crushing grip of her perfect breast. She whined and squirmed, tears running down her cheeks. Again she tried, sobbing hard only to have her tender flesh slapped hard enough to force her breath to catch in her throat. She tried again and again and failed, receiving more abuse. When she finally managed to blurt most of it out, she was finally rewarded if one could call it such a thing. Then she was instructed to open his pants which she did with little finesse but an admirable haste.<br/><br/>He was in no way gentle with the use of her pretty little mouth and throat. His hand coiled around her head and he simply rode her face without a care for her suffering. It would be somewhat of a theme over the next few hours amongst those who would use her. Any sign of her slowing in the pleasure of the men was countered with some horrible savagery. She was slapped all over her body until not an inch of flesh was not welted, she was choked, her hair was pulled, she was even whipped with belts. After the third hour had passed she did not even cry out. She simply did the best she was able and when that inevitably fell short of their expectations she took their punishment in silence all the while still trying her best to please them. Zoey hit bottom, lost in the agony and degradation of this hell she found herself in. Nothing seemed to remain of the haughty arrogant and defiant noble that had come to this place this morning. When the cook had his turn he did break through to her mind to draw anguished cries and fresh tears from her. By the time he was done with her, the former pale and pristine flesh of her backside was a discolored and deeply bruised purple.<br/><br/>Even with all the abuse, the being spit on and the rest of the punishment that was still not the worst. The worst was having her mouth so cruelly and lewdly used for the men's pleasure. Over and over she was forced to taste those horrible things as she slammed deeply into her throat. Some made her gag so bad that it was through luck alone that she was able to stop herself from getting sick. By the midpoint of her ordeal she was starting to feel discomfort from the amount she had been forced to swallow. They all clearly hated her, but none even came close to how she hated herself. Finally she was left alone, every inch of her in agony and her stomach groaning in protest as she knelt on the floor. Her abusers had left her facing a mirror and she took in her appearance, sobbing softly at what she saw. Her lips were slightly swollen and bruised from her abuse, and almost every inch of skin was reddened by the steady abuses she'd suffered. Her hair was dishevelled and her eyes seemd dull and joyless. At her count, twenty-one signatures adorned her body. She looked at the broken creature staring back from the mirror and did not even have the strength left to feel shame.<br/><br/>She heard someone enter the room and she cringed at the idea of having yet another to service but instead he told her that she was to report back. With great pain she rose to her feet and walked awkeardly and slowly back to her Lord's room. She knocked on the door, knowing better than to presume anything even the right to enter. She waited, licking her lips nervously and tugging at the stray strands of hair that hung beside her face.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>