Not well

It has been a couple of hours since Valk left the room and Maud is drenched in sweat, thirsty, hungry, tired and in massive amounts of pain.

Maud's stoic expression has long been broken, replaced with a pained expression as her hip muscles try in vain to wiggle her cock out of the accursed machine attached to it, Maud curses it in vain as it forces her into a dry orgasm, she lost count of how many it forced out of her, all she knows is that the overstimulation pain gets worse every time it does.

Valk returns to see the ragged looking Maud and turns off both of the machines, removing them prompts Maud to give a groan as her cock is finally able to retract into her, she barely registers that she has been untied and served food and water, that is until the smell reached her nose.

Her stomach growled loudly, but Maud still couldn't get up on her own, her limbs felt as firm as overcooked noodles.