Sakura
Sakura felt Wynn's lips press against hers for a few moments more before the woman pulled away, looking over her naked body thoughtfully. Then, suddenly, Sakura felt yet more shadows wrap around her bare legs, before lifting them up off the ground and spreading them wide, leaving her hanging in the air, exposed to the world. A look of humiliation and resignation came over her face as she hung there, exposed and ready for whatever abuses Wynn decided to inflict on her.
Sakura could see the woman leering at her, obviously enjoying the sight of her captive exposed in such a manner. She peered down at Sakura's exposed slit for a moment, before addressing Sakura's other captor, presumably instructing her how to proceed. Sakura shivered as she heard the word "torture" amongst the mostly-incomprehensible English, although there was also a mention of "enjoy", most likely Wynn saying that she would enjoy tormenting her. Seemingly, they were going to make her suffer, and there was nothing she could do about it.
With that, Wynn turned to deal with Rider, making what seemed like another reference to their imminent torture. Sakura watched with guilt as her servant was bound and spread, whilst Emily walked behind her. Sakura's focus on her servant's abuse was broken when she felt Emily rest her head on her shoulder, before running her hands slowly down Sakura's body, causing her to shudder once more from the unwanted attention.
As the red-head's hand reached her breast, Sakura winced, expecting her to begin the torture that Wynn had presumably intstructed her to inflict. To her surprise, though, the woman instead began to softly knead her breast.
"You know, this is an awful lot of trouble we're going to simply because you won't let yourself go", she said as her kneeding began to gradually get rougher, although still not really unpleasantly so.
Sakura frowned at her words, and began zoning out, trying to ignore the pleasure. She would not give this woman, or Wynn, the satisfaction of making her enjoy the abuse being inflicted on her. She was resigned to being raped, there was nothing she could do about it, but she would certainly not let them force her to participate and she would not make it easy for them. She let her mind wander, focussing on memories of happy times with her sister.
"No matter", Emily continued, Sakura feeling her folds stretched apart as the girl's other hand reached its target. "I suppose there might be a little punishment in order for that, but that's up to her."
Sakura shuddered once more at the comment, before yetting out a small moan of pleasure as the girl began to rub at her folds, her concentration momentarily broken by the girl's words. A slight blush came over the humiliated girl's face as she focussed back on memories of her elder sister. She felt Emily begin to rub her clitoris vigorously, slipping a finger inside her as she did.
"Fuck you!" Sakura said, breathing deeply in an attempt to avoid becoming aroused. "You kidnap me and my servant, attempt to rape us and threaten us with torture, and yet you blame me for the situation?"
Sakura continued to focus her thoughts elsewhere after her outburst, trying desperately to avoid acknowledging the pleasure Emily's touches were bringing. Unfortunately for Sakura, whilst she was exceptionally good at zoning out, she was also an extremely highly-sexed person. It was extremely easy to bring her to arousal. She had not had sex for several days which, whilst not unusual for most people, was a long time for Sakura to go without replease. And, worse, her choice of focus was extremely unfortunate. Thinking of Rin naturally led to thinking of her family, thinking of her family naturally led to Shirou. And, thinking of Shirou naturally led to....
"Ahh", Sakura moaned, softly, as her mind wandered to her beloved, handsome husband.
For a moment, she began to imagine that the woman pleasuring her was Shirou, that he had bound her like this to do with as he wished. She began to moan over and over as her mental defences temporarily broke down, her sensitive nub hardening in response to Emily's touch, and her folds beginning to moisten.
No! Sakura thought, catching herself. She would not give them the satisfaction of showing enjoyment.
Cutting off the fantasies about her lover, she began to focus on absolutely anything she could think of that was not sexy.
"Ahh", she said, letting out a low moan of pleasure as Emily managed to hit an unusually-sensitive spot, producing a sensation that Sakura could not block out.
With the seed of the Shirou fantasy now planted in her mind, she could no longer resist fully. Her moans were still infrequent and small but, every now and again, her thoughts would return to that, and she would begin moaning considerably more loudly and frequently for a while. Sakura's mental resistance was admirable, and it would take Emily considerably longer than she might have expected unless she changed her methods a little but, even if she continued as she were, Sakura's sensitive nub would begin to harden and become more and more sensitive, making it more and more difficult for her to ignore the pleasure, and her folds would also become gradually wetter and more sensitive.
Rider
Rider looked on with disgust as Wynn studied Sakura's naked form for a few moments, before wrapping more shadows around her limbs and lifting her up off the floor, spreading her legs and leaving her exposed to the world. Rider felt sick, watching her master being treated as nothing more than the exotic black-haired woman's plaything, to be subjected to arbitrary amounts of pain and degredation according to the woman's whims.
She did, however, feel a little relief when she heard Wynn's order to Emily. Whilst Sakura would still suffer sexual abuse at their hands, it at very least seemed like Wynn had enough compassion to avoid making this a simple torture session, as Rider had expected, and would have done in her place. Sakura would still not enjoy this one bit, but at least the whole process would not be focussed on making her suffer.
With Sakura prepared and Emily approaching to pleasure her, Wynn turned to Rider. Rider tensed herself slightly, preparing to summon her nails and attack when the woman came into range, wanting to take her by surprise and end this right now. However, to Rider's surprise, the woman did not approach her just yet. Instead, she simply stood in front of Sakura, out of Rider's reach, and began to look Rider over, a smirk on her face as she spoke.
"This one here looks like she might enjoy a little pain", she said.
Rider frowned slightly but, truthfully, she knew it was not untrue. She did enjoy pain and, in any other circumstance, she would be more-than-happy for these two highly-attractive women to inflict plenty of it on her. Wynn continued to admire her body a little, Rider looking with sadness and horror as Emily made her way behind Sakura, obviously prepared to carry out Wynn's orders despite Sakura's obvious disapproval.
Her focus on her beloved master's treatment was cut short when she noticed Wynn raise her hand, and several shadows began to wrap around her. Rider cursed as she realised that her best opportunity to attack and free her master had gone, her hands now bound by the tendrils and raised above her head. She felt a slight twinge of pain as the shadows also pulled her legs apart, stretching them slightly beyond what was comfortable, but nothing she could not handle. Indeed, despite herself, Rider found the whole situation somewhat arousing, and was already beginning to moisten slightly.
Then, Wynn approached her, licking her fingers to moisten them a little before suddenly thrusting them inside Rider.
"Aaahhh!" Rider exclaimed, letting out a small yelp of pain at the sudden invasion of her tight pussy.
Her initial invasion complete, Wynn removed her fingers from inside the captive, moving them to rub her sensitive clitoris.
"Ahh, ahhh", Rider moaned, this time from pure pleasure as Wynn manipulated her body skilfully.
Unlike her master, Rider saw no reason to resist, and just allowed herself to enjoy the attentions, moaning freely and loudly, her nub rapidly engorging with blood and her folds becoming slick with moisture.
It wasn't that Rider wanted this, as such. She felt degraded and humiliated from the way they had forced her to strip and began to have their way with her. But, nor was she particularly bothered by her own treatment. After all, had Sakura not been here, she likely would have willingly and happily submitted to Wynn and Emily, and allowed them to treat her in much the same way as they were now. Further, resistance would only result in punishment and, if Wynn was as smart as she seemed, she would soon work out that by far the best way to punish Rider was to inflict as much suffering on Sakura as was possible. Which, given Emily's healing ability, was a lot.
Plus, focussing on her own pleasure allowed her to at least try to ignore the abuse being inflicted on her far-less-willing master. Which, given that she was helpless and could do nothing but watch the abuse, was probably not a bad thing at all. Of course, despite the pleasure she was outwardly showing, Rider had not forgotten her main purpose. If she got a chance, she would find a way to free herself and her master from this abusive treatment.
