Sakura
Sakura let out a moan of pain as her captor reached up and gave her erect nipples a harsh twist, one again proclaiming her disbelief of Sakura's claims of innocence. Not getting a satisfactory response, the girl continued to torment Sakura's nipples with one hand, each twist bringing another moan of pain, whilst her other hand slid slowly down Sakura's stomach towards her sensitive folds. Sakura continued to moan from the torture being applied to her chest as she felt her legs suddenly pulled apart by more rope, before the girl reached between her legs and began to rub at her folds.
Sakura's pained moans started to become more pleasurable as the girl worked her over, the pleasure increasing as the girl moved from her folds to her hardened, sensitive nub. Her juices began to flow as the girl pleasured and tormented her, and Sakura's face started to turn red from the embarrassment she was feeling. Continuing to pleasure and torment her captive all the while, the girl leaned in and whispered in Sakura's ear.
"This would be a lot easier if you'd just tell the truth", she said. "I just want to know why you did this."
Continuing to painfully twist Sakura's hardened nipples and to play with her rock-hard nub, Sakura's captor also began to nibble gently at her ear, causing more moans of pleasure, more wetness and more sensitivity in the helpless girl. Then, she began to whisper once more.
"Of course", she said, biting down on Sakura's earlobe and drawing another yelp of pain from her, "if you don't want to, I can keep going for as long as it takes."
Is that really all she wants? Sakura thought, hopefully.
Sakura was in pain, she felt degraded, frightened and humiliated. Her breasts hurt from the rope constricting them, her nipples hurt from the girl's consistent twisting and her body was awash with desire from the girl's molestation. And she knew that far worse was to come. If getting out of this meant making up some false story about how she was a thief, then she would gladly do so. As long as she did not condemn her family or friends to this treatment, she would say anything to get herself free.
No, it doesn't make any sense, Sakura realised, deflatingly.
She could, of course, make up some reason for the robbery, even come up with a story. But, whilst she didn't know the girl's true motives, it made no sense for her only to be interested in finding out a motive. Sakura knew that, if she broke this easily, the girl would only press for more, for information Sakura wouldn't or couldn't give. She'd want names of accomplices, people who she knew would be condemned to torture over a crime they did not commit, and she'd want the location of the rest of the stolen goods, which was information Sakura simply dod not have. Giving in and answering the question would do nothing but convince the girl of her guilt beyond all doubt, and put her family in danger from the inevitable questions that would follow.
Realising that she had no option but to endure the torture for as long as possible, in the hope that the girl would eventually believe her, Sakura gritted her teeth and responded, tears beginning to fill her eyes as she realised the utter hopelessness of her situation and the fact that far worse was surely to come.
"I.. I al..ready t..told you", she stammered between the moans of pain. "I.. I did..didn't s..ste..al any..thing. I.. I'm in..no..cent. P..please, l..let me go!"