Cross Effects 3.0 - The Third Time's the Charm? The Velvet Room (NSFW version)

[Cherry Lover]

Shirouless Sakura

As soon as the man had released her leg, he began to rant, angrily berating her about her incompetence as he lifted her up onto his shoulder and carried her out of the room. Sakura, of course, provided no resistance, having agreed beforehand to allow him to do as he wished if she lost, instead beginning to tense up from the fear of what was likely to come.

Her fears were confirmed when he carried her into the next room, which seemed to be filled with devices for torture and restraint. He placed her down and, lifting her hands up, locked them into the manacles hanging nearby, leaving her hanging from the ceiling with only her toes able to make contact with the floor. Then, he grabbed hold of her pink gym shorts and ripped them off effortlessly, leaving only her black lace panties to protect her modesty.

"Some kind of punishment is definitely in order", he said, walking over to the wall to retrieve some sort of torture device, Sakura shivering from fear of what he would do.

Then, suddenly, she felt the impact of the cane on her backside and let out a loud scream of pain.

"You would do well to be more truthful about your abilities next time", Michael said, continuing to cane Sakura brutally.

"I.. AAAAHHHH.. I was", she stammered in between her pained screams. "H.. AAAAHHHH.. how could.. AAAHHHH.. I know.. AAAAHHHH.. you weren't.. AAAHHHHH.. human?"

[Panda]

Michael

While Sakura's pained screams did nothing to cool the immortal's anger, the girl's attempts to blame her failure on him only served to irritate him further.

"Wrong again," Michael said, striking her back this time, "Barring my immortality, I'm just as human as any regular guy, aside from some ability in self-enhancement magic."

With that, Michael started to switch between her ass and back seemingly at random, keeping up a steady pace with the cane.

"For your information," the immortal continued, "Right up until the last exchange, I was holding back. I wanted to see what you could do, considering how big you were talking. And you were found wanting."

[Cherry Lover]

Shirouless Sakura

Sakura let out another, slightly quieter scream as the man decided to take aim at her back this time, her shirt slightly cushioning the nevertheless-painful blow. Meanwhile, he continued to berate her, responding to her previous response by pointing out that he was, in fact, human. Ultimately, though, that did not change anything. She had been expecting a normal human, without any magical ability. After all, she only had a few months training, she was unlikely to beat many people through sheer skill alone.

Meanwhile, the man continued to cane her ass and back, each strike eliciting another scream from the captive girl. Her eyes began to water a little from the pain being inflicted upon her. Before Sakura could get up the energy to reply to his last comment, he spoke again.

"For your information", he continued, "right up until the last exchange, I was holding back. I wanted to see what you could do, considering how big you were talking. And you were found wanting."

Sakura frowned, before screaming again as the cane struck her ass, her torture continuing. She realised, now, that she had made a mistake in being so confident, and talking herself up so much. And, now, she was going to pay for that arrogance with her body. Still, he had given no indication of being anything more than a normal human, and nor had she, so her logic had not been entirely flawed.

"I.. AAHHH.. I didn't.. AAAHHH.. expect you... AAAHHHH.. to be a... AAAAHHH a magic... AAAAHHH... user", she stammered through gritted teeth in between the screams of pain, now in significant pain from the torture being inflicted upon her.

[Panda]

Michael

Michael allowed an annoyed sigh at the girl's words, hiding some minor surprise at the fact that her screams seemed to be turning him on a bit, hints of lust seeping into the dull rage throbbing in his head.

Realizing that the shirt was softening the blows by however minor a degree, the immortal paused in the caning he was heaping on her, tucking the cane under his arm.

"Actually," Michael said, gripping her shirt collar tightly before ripping her shirt open down the back, "I didn't use any magic until you tried to use the shadows. This contest should have been decided by physical combat alone, though your use of physical enhancement magic was perfectly acceptable."

Pulling at the shirt a bit before realizing that her sleeves were still intact, Michael quickly tore the sleeves open as well, leaving Sakura with only her undergarments to protect what was left of her modesty. After a moment's consideration, the immortal set the torn shirt aside, deciding that he could make use of it later. With that accomplished, Michael moved around to her front, his grey eyes boring her purple ones.

"In any case," Michael continued, resting the cane under one ample breast, "I'm definitely going to enjoy this. Can't say the same for you, unfortunately."

With that, Michael moved the cane up, pushing the soft swell up, before swiftly slamming the cane back down on it.

"If you'd just fought with all you had," the immortal continued, repeating the process on her other breast, "Without using your magic to fight for you, this could have been enjoyable for you. I could have shown you a good time."

"But that's not what happened," Michael continued, continuing to cane her breasts for a while before moving down to her stomach, "So this is all on you."

After some time spent switching between caning her stomach, breasts, and legs seemingly at random, Michael paused for a moment, bringing the cane up against her panty-covered slit. Remaining silent, he rubbed the cane back and forth against her slit, letting the pleasure distract her until he swiftly drew back the cane and slammed it against her pussy, holding back only enough to ensure the blow didn't break the skin. Allowing a sadistic smirk to surface, Michael continued to rub the cane back and forth against her covered folds.

[Panda]

Tentacles!Emily

Emily continued her ministrations in silence, pouting slightly at the apparent lack of reaction from Wynn, though this was understandable considering that she had something to say.

"Wynn is guessing that your husband is the self-sacrificing type who cares nothing for the danger he puts himself in when he wants to help other people," Emily said in Japanese, "Would she be correct?"

With that, she found Wynn's ear and started to tease it with little nibbles and kisses, wondering if she could elicit a reaction from the curiously shaped ear.

[Cherry Lover]

Shirouless Sakura

Sakura stood on her tip-toes, trembling, as the brutal caning finally stopped, wondering what punishment he would inflict on her next, frightened of what might come. It was obvious to her now that he was very angry and, further, that her comments were only angering him even more. It was also obvious that he intended to make her suffer and, with her foolishness in setting such lax conditions combined with her self-healing abilities, there was very little to prevent him inflicting extreme pain on her helpless body.

After a few moments, she felt him grab hold of the collar of her shirt, and begin to rip it open.

"Actually", he said as he effortlessly tore the shirt apart,  "I didn't use any magic until you tried to use the shadows. This contest should have been decided by physical combat alone, though your use of physical enhancement magic was perfectly acceptable."

Sakura frowned at his words as he attempted to tug off the shirt, pulling on her arms as he did so. If he hadn't used magic, then how had he been so fast? That was simply impossible.

After a few more failed efforts at pulling off the shirt, Michael realised that the intact sleeves were holding it in place and tore those apart as well, pulling off the shirt and leaving Sakura standing in nothing but her skimpy underwear. Then, he walked around to her front, his grey eyes glaring at hers as he placed the cane underneath Sakura's breast and began to speak again.

"In any case", he said, "I'm definitely going to enjoy this. Can't say the same for you, unfortunately."

Sakura shuddered at his words, guessing what was likely to come. And, indeed, soon enough, she felt the cane push up on her breast before lifting up in the air and, then, coming back down hard.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Sakura screamed as the cane impacted her breast, the lacy bra providing only minimal protection against the force of the blow.

Then, he moved on to the other breast and repeated the same process, continuing his rant as Sakura screamed once more from the force of the impact.

"If you'd just fought with all you had", he said, "without using your magic to fight for you, this could have been enjoyable for you. I could have shown you a good time."

Sakura cursed herself on hearing his statement. After all, she too had desired a straight fight, one without magic. That was why she had held off using it except as an absolute last resort. But, in her desire to avoid suffering the punishment for defeat she had, in fact, only succeeded in increasing the severity of that punishment.

Sakura screamed again and again as he continued to strike her defenceless breasts without mercy, continuing his rant as he did. As he moved the cane down to her bare stomach and began to strike that, Sakura's pain-addled mind considered responding to his rant but, ultimately, she decided it was better to simply remain silent and take the punishment she had agreed to accept. All she hoped was that he would eventually calm down enough that he would let her go without needing to let her servant know of the predicament she was in, and possibly even give her some of the pleasure he had said he would have given her had she not resorted to magic in her desperation.

The blows from the cane continued to come thick and fast, her breasts, legs and stomach all tempting targets for the furious immortal, each strike causing Sakura to let out another yelp of pain, and her eyes to begin to tear up a little bit as she suffered from Michael's sadistic beating. There was, however, one place which he had not yet touched until, to Sakura's distress, he moved the cane down in between her legs and began to rub.

Sakura let out pleasurable moans as the rubbing on her sensitive folds momentarily distracted her from the soreness on her ass, back, legs, breasts and stomach caused by the repeated cane strokes. Unfortunately for her, though, the pleasure was rudely interrupted when he pulled the cane away and slammed it back down again as hard as he could without breaking the skin.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Sakura let out an almightly scream as the cane hit her sensitive folds, the agony far worse than anything he'd previously inflicted. Then, with her eyes watering from the pain, he began to rub the cane against her pussy lips once more, causing more moans of pleasure from the petrified girl, the anticipation of the next blow almost worse than the blow itself would be.

[Panda]

Michael

The immortal allowed a moment to appreciate the purple-head's screams, continuing to rub the cane against her pussy as he let the anticipation build. The respite, however, allowed Michael to realize that he was currently throbbing with pent-up need. Despite the rage clouding the immortal's mind, or perhaps in some part because of it, Sakura's curvaceous body seemed all the more appealing to him than it had at the bar. However, he'd been cheated of a decent fight by her...she didn't deserve something pleasurable so soon after that...

Deciding to occupy himself while he pondered this, Michael walked back around behind Sakura, tracing the cane down her back as if trying to decide where to strike next before drawing closer, tracing out her curves with his other hand. Then his hand reached the waistband of her panties and he allowed a single chuckle before pulling the waistband up as hard as he could manage, the crude wedgie buying him more time to think...

An idea sparked in the immortal's mind as he grinned. Moving back around to Sakura's front, he quickly unchained her before burying a hand in her hair and grabbing a fistful. Pulling harshly, Michael led Sakura to the bed, uncaring if she came along under her own power or if he had to drag her by her hair. Grabbing the torn-up shirt along the way, Michael shoved her onto the bed before quickly turning her over and pinning her to the bed. Working quickly, he tore the the ruined shirt into long strips, which he then applied a fair bit of Enhancement to, ensuring that she wouldn't be able to tear the fabric with what he'd seen of her strength.

Pulling her arms back, Michael quickly took one of the strips and tied Sakura's wrists together before turning her back over.

"And now," Michael said, as he divested himself of his clothes, "A taste of what you might have gotten if you hadn't cheated, only without any of the pleasantries that would be needed to make this a pleasurable experience."

With that, Michael approached once more, spreading Sakura's legs wide open and casually tearing her panties from her hips before lining himself up with her folds and slamming himself in, gasping at the dry, burning, tightness that surrounded him.

[Cherry Lover]

Shirouless Sakura

Sakura continued to moan as the cane stroked her slit again and again, the fear and anticipation of the next strike almost unbearable. But, it never came. Sakura let out a sigh of relief as he pulled the cane away from her sensitive lips, walking around behind her, tracing the cane down her back as if he was about to launch into another vicious bout of caning, before moving in closer and running his hand over her exposed curves, causing Sakura to blush slightly from the humiliation of being exposed as she was.

Then, suddenly, Sakura felt him yank up on the waistband of her panties as hard as he could. She let out a slight yelp of pain as the lace garment pushed uncomfortably between her sensitive lips from the force of the tub, parting them, before he released his grip and the panties returned to a somewhat-less-painful position. She stood there, panting when, suddenly, he came around to her front once more and reached his hands up to her chains.  Before she could even realise what was happening, he had unchained her hands and taken a firm hold of her hair.

"Owwwwwww", she moaned as he tugged her hair harshly, dragging her over towards the bed in the corner.

Unable to resist, Sakura followed him as quickly as she could, his harsh grip on her hair bringing jolts of pain whenever she slowed even slightly. Soon, she found herself being thrown unceremonially onto the bed and, before she had any time to even try to react, he had turned her onto her back and was pinning her down once more. Fear ran through Sakura's mind as she wondered what he had in store, and how painful it would be. Soon, he had forced her hands behind her back, and bound them with a strip torn from her now-ruined gym top, before turning her back over onto her front.

She lay there, panting, fear in her eyes. Whilst she had no real intention of trying to escape her punishment, she still felt it was a good idea to give the bonds a bit of a test and, so, she reinforced herself slightly as he began to undress himself. Unfortunately, though, she quickly discovered that the bonds were reinforced. She couldn't break them even if she tried. She was trapped and completely at his mercy.

"And now", he said as he finished undressing, "a taste of what you might have gotten if you hadn't cheated, only without any of the pleasantries that would be needed to make this a pleasurable experience."

Sakura's eyes widened as he approached, spreading her legs wide, tearing off her panties unceremonially and, then, forcing himself inside her still-dry passage. Sakura let out another pained scream as he pushed into her, paying no attention to her relative lack of arousal and, most likely, outright enjoying the suffering he was inflicting.

[Panda]

Michael

Michael ignored Sakura's pained screams, reaming her out mercilessly. Each thrust, each scream, the vice-grip she had on him, all of it blended together to drive that wonderful tension higher and higher. Even so, he was a fair ways off, so there was no reason to not have a bit of fun with her now.

With this in mind, Michael easily reached up, sliding her bra up her chest, leaving her breasts exposed. Leaning forward, Michael wraps his lips around one erect nipple, suckling on it for a few moments before biting down hard. Meanwhile, the immortal put his hands to work in spreading her legs further open, not entirely caring if she was flexible enough to allow this as he drove himself deeper and deeper with each thrust.

[Cherry Lover]

Shirouless Sakura

Sakura continued to scream as Michael thrust into her dry, tight passage again and again, the pain gradually subsiding as her juices began to flow as a result of the minimal level of arousal his thrusts brought her and her body began to get used to the large phallus filling it. Her screams gradually began to die down into pained moans, with a occasional hint of pleasure.

With her pain beginning to subside, she was almost starting to enjoy this treatment, even if she knew she would likely be left frustrated in the end. However, he was not done just yet. Continuing to thrust into her, he reached up with his hand and slid her bra upwards, exposing her breasts to the cold air. Her nipple began to harden but, before it could finish doing so, he wrapped his mouth around it, sucking on it. She let out a few louder moans of pleasure as he suckled her sensitive nipple, causing it to harden fully from the sensation.

Her pleasured moans were interrupted when, without warning, he clamped his teeth on the erect nub, as hard as he could. Sakura let out another almighty scream from the unexpected and painful sensation. Her suffering was worsened when he took hold of her legs and wrenched them further apart, stretching her beyond what she could naturally achieve. Then, he started to thrust more vigorously, pounding her like a jackhammer and causing her moans to become pain-filled once more despite her increased arousal.

[Panda]

Michael

The immortal groaned as he felt Sakura's inner walls starting to grow slick around him, tugging on the nipple he'd caught in his teeth a few times before releasing it, suckling on it once more. After a few moments, he switch to Sakura's other breast, suckling on the nipple and teasing the soft swell with little licks and nibbles, waiting for the anticipation to build. After a while, he suddenly stopped teasing the breast, caught the nub topping the generous swell in his teeth, and bit down hard, twisting the nipple to and fro and occasionally tugging on it.

Meanwhile, Michael's hands spread Sakura open further still, as if to test the limits of her flexibility, before he withdrew from her breasts, leaned back, and brought her legs back in, now crossing them over each other at the knee as he continued to thrust down into her. Allowing a few moments to appreciate how much tighter this position made her feel, Michael soon uncross her legs again and spread them wide open, pounding deeper into her as he forced her legs almost completely open.

[Cherry Lover]

Rider

Rider could hear the wistful tone of Wynn's voice as she asked the question of Sakura, and hoped that she would not take the confirmation that Sakura had found what she so desired out on her helpless captive.  However, Rider's attention was soon returned to her own situation as Wynn made the rigged phallus inside her move once more, expanding it even further as she did. At the same time, she began to tug yet harder on Rider's breasts, and to whip her with greater ferocity and regularity.

Rider screamed and screamed from the torments being inflicted on her, her breasts in agony, her pussy feeling like it was about to be split open and her back feeling like it had been torn apart. Yet, at the same time, she was undoubtedly enjoying the treatment. Her pained screams contained more and more hints of pleasure and she became wetter and wetter as the masochistic servant's body responded to the torture. At the same time, she began to watch the show being put on by Emily and Wynn, the sight of the attractive red-head pleasuring the exotic black-haired woman providing her with yet more excitement as the tentacles ravaged her body brutally.

Sakura

Sakura continued to writhe and moan with pleasure as Wynn's tendrils continued to do their job, bringing her gradually closer to another orgasm. Sakura tried to resist, telling herself that she didn't want to do this, but ultimately it was no good, she was simply enjoying it too much, and her desire to demonstrate her resistance was much lower now that she'd already "betrayed" her husband by allowing herself to orgasm.

After a few moments, she heard Wynn speak once more, a sad tinge to her voice. She presumed it was another question about Shirou, and her suspicions were confirmed when, shortly after, Emily piped up.

"Wynn is guessing that your husband is the self-sacrificing type who cares nothing for the danger he puts himself in when he wants to help other people", she said. "Would she be correct?"

Yes, that sounds like Shirou..., thought Sakura, somewhat ambivalently. That's an odd thing to ask, though....

"Yes, that's him. He cares only about others, never himself, and he would do anything to protect them", she said, her voice tinged with sadness at her inability to convince him that his life mattered. Then, she perked up somewhat as she continued. "And, he chose me. He chooses to protect me over all others, and to love me and care for me for the rest of his life. I love him more than anything in the world, and I would never willingly do anything to hurt him."

With her speech done, Sakura, still moaning with pleasure, began to consider why Wynn had made such a specific statement. Quickly, the reasoning became obvious. The wistful tone in her voice seemed like something she herself had once had, back before the Grail War.

Oh, I see, she has someone like him. Someone she loves, but who is oblivious to that love, Sakura realised.

[Cherry Lover]

Shirouless Sakura

Sakura continued to emit moans of both pain and pleasure as her captor continued to violate her mercilessly, thrusting in and out of her still-tight but rapidly-wetting pussy, her legs still stretched uncomfortably. She let out more moans of pain as she felt his teeth tug on the captive nipple several more times, each tug sending a jolt of pain through the sensitive bud. Then, to her relief, he released the stretched nipple from in between his jaws, his mouth moving over to the other breast instead.

He began to tease her previously-untouched nipple, licking and nibbling on it gently, causing her to moan with pleasure once more. However, she could not fully enjoy the sensation, knowing what was likely to come, anticipating the pain her would inflict. He continued for some while, Sakura waiting with baited breath for the punishment she knew her nipple would soon suffer. And, then, almost unexpectedly, it came. A jolt of agony shot through her breast as he bit down hard on the nipple, causing her to let out another pained yelp. Then, he began to violently twist and pull the nipple with his teeth, almost as if he were trying to rip it off, eliciting more screams of agony from the captive girl.

At the same time, his hands took hold of her legs and pushed them yet wider, Sakura letting out another yelp of pain as she was stretched even further beyond her limits, his incessent thrusts continuing. The torture continued for a few more moments, eliciting more moans of pain from the abused girl, before he released his grip on her breasts and, then, pulled her legs back together, crossing them at the knee. Sakura's moans became quieter and considerably more pleasure-filled as he fucked her in this position, the only source of discomfort the extra pressure on her tight pussy being caused by her legs being pressed together.

All-too-soon, though, he got bored of that position and, taking hold of her legs once more, yanked them apart violently, stretching them as far as he could. Sakura let out an agonised scream from the sudden movement, and her moans took on a more pained sound once more. Not that the sex itself was painful, by now she was wet enough that the friction was no longer a problem, but her legs were being pulled far wider than she could comfortably handle, and the discomfort being caused by the stretching was almost unbearable as he pounded her over and over.

[Elf]

Wynn

Wynn felt her hand curve into a fist as Emily translated Sakura's words.  Then Emily found the point of her ear and she gasped, shivering just a bit as sparks danced long her spine.  Her control on what she was doing to Rider jerked and the flogging, pulling and thrusting became more intense. 

The shadow inside Rider pressed even harder, as if it was threatening to press into her womb.  A new tendril danced between the supple cleft of Rider's perfectly curved ass before teasing the puckered hole between the two cheeks.  It prodded the tight passage before running to collect some of the abundant wetness that Rider's stretched passage was leaking.  Then it went back to its task, prodding and slowly working it's way in.

She looked at Sakura and said in a low, emotionless voice, "It is good that you have that, because the person I covet does not feel the same way I feel about her."  She gritted her teeth and another tendril formed, about the same size and girth as the one moving in and out of Sakura and began to press into the girl's mouth as Wynn's eyes gleamed with an unread emotion.

[Panda]

Tentacle!Emily

To the Changeling's surprise, it was her attentions to Wynn's ear that brought a gasp from her. Curious and more than a little bit emboldened, Emily slid her hand up from Wynn's chest to other ear, gently working over the curiously-shaped ear, focusing on the point of the ear in particular. Leaving her other hand working over Wynn's folds, Emily took a moment to process Wynn's reply.

"Wynn says that it is good that you have that," Emily said for Sakura's benefit, "Because she has someone she feels the same way about, but who does not reciprocate her feelings."