The muscles of her legs burned as he shoved her knees down to the soft sheets, forcing her to do the splits as he rutted brutally into her. There was not a shred of remorse on his features, only pure animal satisfaction at how thoroughly he was dominating her small body. She tried to close her aching legs but her pinned her easily. The thick length of him simply pushed to the limit, colliding with the back of her small tunnel with a shocking pain that almost made Zoey ill. Tears streamed down her cheeks and mewling pitiful noises escaped her throat almost constantly. Any time she opened her eyes his leering, smirking face stared back, watching her modest breasts wobble slightly under the impact of his hips against her thighs. He seemed even more interested in her tear-streaked face and he seemed to savour every grimace of pain. Every thrust broke her a little more, took more of her hope and he seemed to take more pleasure from that than being inside of her.<br/><br/>His pace was terrible in the agony it caused Zoey. Her trapped legs shook feebly as he moved faster and faster, not slowing until she howled in agony. then he would slow enough that she could calm her ragged breathing and settle herself under him, resigned to her fate as his sex toy for the evening. The second she was able to resume breathing somewhat normally, he would speed up even more than before. It was like he was punishing her for attempting to adjust to this treatment. After what felt like days of him hurting her this way, he was practically throwing his hips forward, pounding her hard enough that she was screaming at the top of her lungs constantly. She could hold nothing of her agony back. He was artful in his savagery, a surgeon with her body. He brought her new and deeper pain and suffering with every minute and she was powerless to stop even a second.<br/><br/>Those big beautiful green eyes of hers, perhaps the most stunning feature of a remarkable figure were glassy and stared vacantly up at him. Her tears had dried up and her cries so hoarse in her throat that they were barely audible over the wet squelch of him impaling her, the slaps of their skin together and the occasional grunt of pleasure he uttered. Her skin was slick with sweat and she could barely breathe. He had almost succeeded in breaking her completely and she could tell by the evil grin on his face that he both knew and cherished the thought.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>