Zoey howled in utter defeat as the uncaring shaft pumped methodically at her clenched and quivering nethers and her Master's more erratic but no less insistent thrusts drove into her from behind. Her body still pushed back to meet each jarring push of both but she was operating wholly on instinct. Even so far gone she strove not to disappoint Quentin. Her cries of mind-shattering pleasure were growing increasingly hoarse until they were nothing but a thin thread of sound lost beneath the wet squelch of the toy pounding mercilessly into her aching body. When it sped up, Zoey frantically shook her head, sobbing softly but uncontrollably as the pleasure welled up again and again so rapidly that she could not catch her breath. Quentin's seemed to try and match it, jerking his hips back and forth with no apparent concern for anything other than his own impending eruption.<br/><br/>The sensation of his thick seed splashing around deep inside of her had the poor battered woman gasping for air and groaning as he seemed to force more into her than usual. She felt it sloshing so deep inside and felt her body stretch and strain to accommodate the impressive volume. She groaned at the odd sensation of fullness and again as the toy still kept the same pace, mechanically driving into her over and over, filling and stretching her. She nodded slowly to his question. She had no voice left to plead for his mercy. She whined, a pitiful little noise, when he stopped it, the toy coming to rest at the apex of its thrust, fully impaling her wet folds. Now the only sound in the room was her harsh, rattling gasps for air and Quentin's words.<br/><br/>She could barely understand what he was saying but nodded along. She had been left completely exhausted and even when she tried to move it seemed impossible. Her legs felt atrophied and numb, barely able to move and her hands had been gripping the edge so long that she could not seem to will them to relax. In a supreme act of willpower she forced her hands to let go and shimmied forward. Each movement drew a sharp, pained hiss from her as the toy eased back as did Quentin's still throbbing cock. She had to stop before either was free. She was so tender that it was agony to even get that far.<span style="color: indigo">"P-please Master. I beg you, a moment to rest... I-I will attend to you right after. Please" </span>She did not know if he was still in a good mood and would allow it or whether she was earning punishment but it did not matter, she was physically incapable of doing anything at the moment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>