It she had been sore that morning, she was definitely not going to be able to sit down properly after this. Damita’s head remained down, her vision blurring out from tears, black fuzzing in around the edges; she was on that line where the pain was so intense, she could /almost/ pass out, though he wasn’t being rough enough that blissful darkness would overcome her.<br/><br/>Her dress pulled down, Damita simply turned her head as he fondled her breasts, taking whatever perverse pleasure he could find. Her mind had shut down, no process of thought able to twist through that mind; only two things mattered – When was it going to be over with and when would the pain stop.<br/>