Even with the wooden cock strapped into her mouth, she managed a horrified, protesting moan, and her eyes skittered down his body toward the inevitable juncture of his legs, before pressing closed. The motion squeezed a few more tears from her eyes, and then she turned her head away, not wanting to see him, trying to put him as best she could from her mind - until, at least, he reached the point of what he was threatening to do to her, and then she'd be able to ignore nothing.