Of course Jessica paid no head to Eva's cries, and continued on with her ruthless violation. Usually Eva would have known that the slaver captain wouldn't listen, but in her current state, her only thought was how much she wanted it to stop. The pain was only growing worse as her dry cunt was rubbed raw, and Jessica drove deeper.<br/><br/>She continued trying to squirm out from under her captor for a while, but her desperate exertions quickly took their toll, and she was soon to exhausted to offer any thing but the most token of resistance. Her breathing started to come in ragged gasps, her muscles ached. Soon she had no strength to do anything but lie there and take the abuse, staring up at the ceiling and trying to mentally stave off the pain, desperate for it to come to an end. She hardly registered the unwanted kisses, though the squeezing of her sensitive breasts added another layer to her suffering.<br/><br/>In pain, and humiliated, Eva wasn't exactly eager to climax, but it quickly became apparent that Jessica wouldn't stop until she had gotten a result. As a result, the abuse went on. And on. And on. Eva fought it every step of the way as the captains hand, no doubt practices on countless slaves, gradually worked her up, building her stimulation at a snails pace until finally, finally, she was pushed over the top into a miserable, sobbing orgasm.<br/><br/>The slumped limply after that, hoping that there would be no more.