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

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Sakura awaited her captor's response with trepidation, fully expecting yet more suffering to be inflicted upon her. To her surprise, however, her captor simply shrugged, before pulling the scapel away from Sakura's calf. Instead, she moved it up towards her captive's breasts. Without any attempt to threaten or scare her captive, the woman slid the scapel carefully underneath the central strap of Sakura's bra and cut it open, the fabric parting and leaving the prisoner's generous mounds exposed to the gaze of her captor.

Once more, Sakura braced herself, expecting her captor to begin slicing into the soft mounds. But, once again, her captor surprised her. Instead of resuming the torture of her victim, the woman instead removed the gloves and began to tenderly squeeze her captive's breasts. Then, as the woman pleasured her, she spoke, casually and without any sign of her earlier annoyance.

"If you can heal smaller cuts, you can heal bigger ones, but that is chancing it too much", she said as she continued her gentle ministrations.  "Now that being said, it is good you are finally telling me some truths. Truths... that will find you rewarded, there will be no substantial pain, but instead, respite and relief."

Whilst this was far preferable to the prior torture, Sakura wasn't overly impressed with the girl's idea of a "reward". For one, she was, ironically, being far too gentle in her ministrations. But, more importantly, she wasn't Shirou, or even Rider. The idea of sexual activity with anyone but her beloved husband did not excite her one bit, and certainly not the idea of sexual activity with some woman who had captured her and intended to torture her. In fact, the woman's ministrations simply made her feel degraded, as if she was just a toy for the woman's pleasure.

Nevertheless, despite her dislike of the situation, it was at least not particularly unpleasant. In fact, she found herself becoming a little aroused, in spite of herself. Certainly, given the alternative, she had no desire to make the woman stop. At the same time, though, Sakura was well aware of the danger of allowing positive feelings towards her captor to grow. After all, she had once sympathised with Shinji, even as he treated her as little more than a slave.

As welcome a respite from the pain as this was, she could not lose sight of the true nature of the woman's actions. She had been kidnapped, tied to a table, stripped, tortured and, now, she was being sexually abused. As much as it was preferable to the torture, she knew that her captor's intentions towards her had not changed one bit. She still wanted to extract every piece of information from Sakura that she could. It just so happened that, right now, the best way to extract more information was to make Sakura feel that co-operation would be rewarded with good treatment.

In reality, though, Sakura knew that, the moment the woman had all the information she needed, there was no further need to encourage co-operation and, therefore, no need to follow through on the promise. Her captor obviously had no regard for others, so there was no reason to believe she would not simply do whatever she wished with her now-worthless prisoner. If Sakura was lucky, maybe by co-operating she could avoid angering her captor and, thus, earn herself a slightly more painless death or a slightly more comfortable existence in captivity, but it certainly would not earn her freedom, and nor would it prevent the woman from acting on her obvious sadistic desires. This woman reminded Sakura of Rider, only without the compassion, morality and devotion to her master that prevented her doing anything truly henious, and the thought of being the slave of someone like that terrified her almost as much as death.

So, unsure how to react, Sakura simply lay there, letting out the occasional moan, her crotch dampening slightly. She had no particular enjoyment of her situation, in fact she found it degrading and humiliating, but it certainly was better than torture, and it allowed her to recover a little, mentally and physically.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

Sascha groped the nubile woman briefly, putting up a front, a caring one, all the while occasionally glancing at the Matou with hawkish eyes. Though her expression seemed gentle, the Ghoul was anything but that. She was cruel, and she thought maliciously on ways to garner Sakura's trust. She knew that it wouldn't be that easy, despite the growing dampness from the purple haired crotch, salivating with a thin gush of lust dribbling out of the Matou. Sascha figured it best that her captive should BEG for this, want this to a point she could not live without it... and that, that would take time.

Her brief grope as pleasant as it were, was used to foster the idea that carnal interaction was not off the table to her prisoner, that more would come if Sakura could not abide another moment of torture. It will take time, but Sascha is willing to be patient and wait.

After a few more minutes, that delight Sakura felt coping a feel on her... came to a stop. Sascha removed her hands from the purple haired one, and took to glancing at the tools again, and then back to the Matou herself.

"That, mein Fraulein, only earned you a few minutes of relief. You can earn a few minutes more provided you speak nothing but the truth." The Ghoul makes a roundabout gesture to accompany her drawl, "So, tell me, if this ritual of yours is not yet around, then why is it that you have this..." Sascha paused, as she tried to recall the word pertaining to her question. It didn't take her long enough to remember. "...Servant of yours, Rider as you'd call her? How is it that she is alive without a Grail to sustain her?"

[LFR Tsar]

(OOC: Same thing as the previous disclaimer. Except this is a retake to skip a few steps along the way.)

Captor Sascha

It seemed that whatever it was Sakura took to doing today, was interrupted with an unfortunate case of unconsciousness. An odd one where there was no trauma involved to the back of her head, but a far more classical case of chloroform muffling her breathing orifices. The attacker came quick, quiet, and whoever it was, the attacker came efficiently. There was scant time to call for help, much less even twitch to the attack. This in turn heralded Sakura's extraction elsewhere.

Were Sakura to stir awake again, she would find herself rousing in a room that was oppressing with its heat. A haze that easily coaxed perspiration out of a person, sweating in this case. There was little motion she could do, as she was strapped to a wooden chair. Her ankles strapped to the chair forelegs, and her wrists strapped to the arm rests.

The erstwhile Matou would find herself clad in only her barest garments, her panties and bra, and nothing more than that. Her clothes were nowhere in sight, and whatever her kidnapper had in mind, it was nothing benign in mind. Before her, there was a wheeled table. It had several tools on it that were in no way appropriate for any setting. Ranging from what is provocative, all the way to what is undoubtedly harmful in its functions.

Yet, the person who was to perform whatever troubling acts such as making use of those tools, was not in front of Sakura. She in fact stood to the Matou's far left, stoking the furnace, chucking in logs from a pile of them by her feet. It only encouraged the flames to roar out louder in the dim lit room, flickering with light with only one bulb above, with the only other source of lighting being the furnace itself. The better definition of her figure was not clearly definable, besides the vague fact she wore a set of military BDU's, and a red beret.

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

What is going on? Sakura thought as she gradually began to awaken, feeling unusually warm, to the point that she was actually sweating despite her half-naked state.

Last she had known, she had been walking along the street when she felt someone grab her from behind and shove a rag over her mouth. Before she could even react, she had collapsed on the ground and fallen asleep. However, as her mind cleared, it became obvious to her that she was no longer on the street. A dim artificial light was illuminating her and, as she tried to move her body, she found her arms and legs were bound to the chair she was sitting in. Further, and somewhat distressingly, she was now half-naked, dressed in nothing more than her bra and panties.

It was obvious to her that someone had gone out of their way to capture her and bring her here. And, the fact that they had chosen to strip her and bind her to a chair did not give Sakura good feelings about the treatment she would receive at their hands. Her apprehension was only increased when she noticed the table in front of her. On it were assorted devices, some designed to inflict pleasure and some to inflict pain. The combination, though, made her captor's intentions perfectly clear. They intended to torture her, both with physical pain and sexual humiliation. Whether it was for pleasure or for some other purpose she did not know but, either way, it was very worrying indeed.

Sakura knew she had to escape as soon as possible. Intending to take advantage of the dark room, she attempted to create a small shadow familiar that her captor would be unlikely to detect. To her annoyance, however, she simply could not focus her mana. The supply was still there, she could feel it flowing through her, but she couldn't use it.

Sakura sighed. She was trapped, at least for now, and the level of organisation and knowledge that her captor obviously possessed did not bode well for her at all. She was sure that, given time, she could find a way around whatever was inhibiting her magic, but she was also sure that her captor would not give her that time. Indeed, looking around, she could already see the shadowy figure of a woman dressed in some kind of military uniform standing in the darkness, feeding fuel into the furnace that was heating the room to almost-uncomfortable levels. Turning to address her, Sakura spoke, trying her hardest to keep her composure despite the terrible position she was in.

"Who are you?" she asked, firmly. "What do you want?"

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

No response was forthcoming out of the woman, as she continued to throw a few more logs into the furnace without regard for the Matou's line of inquiry. It went on a while, which only made it all the more obvious that she was raising the temperature in the room to discomforting levels. The East German woman was feeling hot from this as much as Sakura did, but she hid her displeasure better.

Wiping a film of sweat from her forehead with a sweep of her sleeves, Sascha turns around, and approaches the chair-bound girl with a smile. Her features became all the more clearer, as Sakura could see the woman for how she appeared. It was a woman, certainly made apparent by her feminine features, especially from the curves that outlined her form, and the softness that was present in her face. But there was nothing pleasant about her smile, Sascha lacked the warmth that comes out of it, and it spoke lengths of her intention for the Matou.

Coming up to Sakura's front, Sascha straddled her gloved palm on the purple haired girl's thigh, and began to caress it. It was not affectionate motion, but rather came mockingly to match Sascha's jeering leer.

"Who I am should not matter, Fraulein." Sascha bantered back, her grip over the thigh grew firmer, uncomfortably so. "But what I want should matter, because it concerns you. Well... not like you have a say in this, but I am to keep you here. As it so happens... I have to keep you here for quite a while, and that, mein Fraulein, would leave me bored. You, however, will alleviate me of my boredom." With her free hand, the East German clapped Sakura's cheek twice. "And I am plenty bored as it is."

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Sakura felt the room getting warmer and warmer as her captor threw more and more logs into the furnace, obviously intending to make her prisoner uncomfortably hot. Despite her state of undress, she soon found herself sweating profusely, her body glistening with moisture under the dim light.

Bound helplessly to the chair as she was, Sakura could do nothing but wait for her captor's attention, hoping desperately that her intentions were not as her prior actions indicated. Then, finally, her captor turned around, wiping her brow as she approached, a clear indication that the heat of the room was affecting her also. As she came closer, Sakura could see that she was a woman, and a rather attractive one at that. The smile on her face, though, was definitely not a warm one. Rather, it only solidified Sakura's impression of her intentions. The woman quite obviously had no regard for Sakura's well-being and, given the situation she was in, that was a very worrying thought.

Moving closer, the woman placed her gloved hand on Sakura's bare thigh, beginning to caress it. Her intentions were now quite clear to the helpless captive, who felt uncomfortable and humiliated at her captor's degrading touch. Sakura knew now that she was surely going to be raped and, judging from the equipment on the table, it seemed like the woman intended to torture her too. Finally, with Sakura now feeling thoroughly uncomfortable and rather scared of what was to come, the woman addressed her earlier question.

"Who I am should not matter, Fraulein", she responded, squeezing Sakura's thigh painfully as she spoke. "But what I want should matter, because it concerns you. Well... not like you have a say in this, but I am to keep you here. As it so happens... I have to keep you here for quite a while, and that, mein Fraulein, would leave me bored. You, however, will alleviate me of my boredom."

Sakura shuddered as the woman lightly slapped her face twice before finishing her speech, her plight now clear. It appeared that the woman had been ordered to keep her prisoner, which meant that her life would be spared, at least for the time being, but it was also pretty obvious that the woman had no intentions of making her imprisonment comfortable. She was going to use Sakura's body to alieviate her boredom and, from the equipment present, Sakura assumed that her idea of "fun" was far too close to Rider's for Sakura to feel even slightly comfortable with being the target of it. 

Uncertain how to respond to the woman's forwardness and obvious ill-intent, Sakura sat there for a few moments, considering her response. There seemed to be nothing much she could do to prevent whatever the woman wanted to do, but asking more questions would surely be worthwhile.

"Why are you holding me?" she asked, hoping for more information.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

Silence came in response to Sakura's question. Sascha did not reply, at least not verbally. She took to removing her hand from the Matou's thigh, and reached for the conveniently close table, grasping a tool. It was long, rubbery, and entirely inappropriate. A black, smooth length that is curved to some degree, one that emulates a male's reproductive organ particularly. Sascha, being mischievous as she was, smacked that rubbery length against Sakura's breasts from the side. It left a painful mark that was imprinted with a brief shape of the tool itself on the Matou's generously endowed mounds, causing them to wobble in place. But the East German was not satisfied with smacking her once, instead, opting to smack her with the length three more times before gauging the prisoner's face for a reaction. A pained grimace the Ghoul could enjoy watching out of the purple haired girl.

Then, she decided to go along and speak finally. "Oh, you know, I am being paid a lot of greens to keep you here." Bohn admits rather nonchalantly, casually in fact. "It's pretty much as simple as that."

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Once more, Sakura's captor did not respond directly to her question. Instead, she simply reached for the table, picking up a long, black, rubber dildo, confirming what Sakura had feared about her captor's intentions towards her. The helpless girl mentally prepared herself for the violation she was sure she was about to receive, trying to shut herself off from the degredation as best as she could.

Instead, though, the woman swung the dildo, smacking it hard against her captive's ample breasts. Sakura let out a shocked yelp as the phallic tool smacked into her, causing her breasts to wobble and sending a spike of pain through the sensitive mounds, droplets of sweat flying away from the damp breasts as they did.  Obviously not satisfied with the single strike, Sakura's captor swung the dildo three more times, each strike causing her face to screw up with pain as the site of impact began to redden and throb, each strike worse than the last due to the increasing sensitivity caused by the slight bruising. At the same time, she made every effort not to , not wanting to give her captor the satisfaction of hearing her moan or scream.

After the fourth strike, Sakura's captor turned to look at her, a look of excitement in her eyes. Sakura tried to look unaffected by the torment, but there was still a hint of her pain on her face, as well as a strong hint of the humiliation and fear she felt at the position she was in and the sadistic treatment she knew she was likely to receive at the hands of her captor. Then, finally, her captor spoke once more.

"Oh, you know, I am being paid a lot of greens to keep you here", she said, casually. "It's pretty much as simple as that."

Sakura frowned. She'd expected something more complicated from her captor than that but, apparently, she was simply in it for the money. Still, that didn't change her obviously-bad intentions. Sakura knew that, as long as she was in this woman's hands, she would suffer all kinds of pain and humiliation. Recognising her plight and not wanting to give the woman any more satisfaction than was strictly necessary, Sakura made no attempt to respond. All she could do was wait and hope that her captor would eventually release her. After all, if her captor's employers had demanded her kept imprisoned and not simply killed outright, there must have been some reason for it, and that implied that she would eventually either be freed or handed over to whoever had ordered her capture.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

For the briefest of moments, Sascha expected some sort of response from the saccharine girl. A show of defiance on part of Sakura, SOMETHING that would only stoke the East German's desires to break whatever futile resistance the Matou could muster. Instead, the Ghoul was met with nothing from the purple haired girl. That in itself was a defiance from Sakura, and Sascha did not like that one bit. It showed on the brunette's face with a subtle frown to that.

Sighing, Sascha looked to the tool again, and then to Sakura, before smacking those breasts once more sideways, inflicting the kissing sting of the pain the Matou should now be familiar with, but with greater intensity, and unto the same spot. The casual torturer wanted the spot numb, she wanted to see the captive's face twist into a grimace, tear up in heartwrenching agony. To see Sakura brought low with whatever defiance she had, and in its place comes a certain comprehension for what punishments Bohn had in mind.

The East German persisted smacking the long, flaccid length against the poor girl's breast, maintaining the rhythm until the point she would hear the much desired mewl of pain from the Matou. Again and again, the Mercenary struck, and with greater intensity and ferocity in her harsh, unrelenting motions.

[Cherry Lover]

Sakura

A brief smile came over Sakura's face when she noticed the woman's subtle frown. It appeared that her lack of response had irritated her captor and, as far as she was concerned, that was good. Maybe if she did not react, her captor would tire of torturing her and simply find some other way to pass the time.

However, the smile was soon wiped from her face when her captor briefly glanced at the phallic tool she was holding before swinging it once more, smacking it into the side of Sakura's breast yet again, this time with greater force. Still determined to deny her captor any satisfaction, Sakura held back her moans of pain, the only sign of the pain she was undoubtedly in being the slight grimace that came over her face. Meanwhile, she continued to sweat profusely, her body now damp all over from the oppressive heat of the room.

Still unsatisfied, Sakura's captor swung the tool over and over, each strike hitting the same point on Sakura's breast with greater and greater force. The signs of the pain she was in became more and more evident on her face as the site of impact began to redden underneath the bra protecting it, becoming more and more sensitive to the pain as it did so. Sakura's breasts rocked from side to side with the force of the repeated impacts, sending droplets of sweat flying and adding to Sakura's discomfort. Her eyes began to tear up slightly as she desperately focussed on not verbalising the pain she was suffering, on preventing the woman from getting the satisfaction of making her scream.

Finally, after yet another hard strike on the equally-sensitive spot, the pain simply became too much for Sakura to contain, and she let out a small, pained moan, the tone making it clear she was in far more pain than the volume suggested. Her face was still screwed up, her eyes now watering. To Sakura's surprise, as soon as she made any kind of sound, the torture stopped, leaving the girl sitting there, uncomfortably hot and with her breasts still throbbing with pain.

Oh, I see, she just wanted a reaction from me, Sakura thought.

Now, she realised, her attempts at denying her captor pleasure were simply pointless. She could always ramp up the torture whenever she wished, and would continue to do so until the reactions of her prisoner were satisfactory. As such, this sort of defiance could never achieve anything other than additional pain.

Ultimately, it didn't matter what she did. The woman was stuck here with her for the forseeable future, and fully intended to use Sakura's body to alieviate the boredom of being trapped here with nothing to do. How Sakura reacted might change the exact nature of the woman's actions, but it wouldn't change the general intent. She intended to enjoy herself at the expense of her captive, and nothing Sakura could do or say would prevent her time in this woman's captivity from being full of pain, degredation and general suffering.

Sakura knew the woman's characteristics all-too-well. They were, ultimately, the same as those of her servant, in this regard at least. She took pleasure in making others suffer, in breaking them and degrading them. If Sakura defied her, she would take pleasure in breaking her, if Sakura submitted then she would enjoy making her suffer every indignity imaginable.

Ultimately, Sakura knew that, for her own sanity, she had to defy her captor as far as possible. If she simply submitted, the degredation she would have to willingly submit to would leave her broken. Conversely, if she acted defiant, then maybe she could come out of this intact. As such, she decided to demonstrate to her captor that breaking her would not be as easy as simply getting her to vocalise her pain.

"I see", she said, defiance and a hint of pain in her voice. "So, you're just a monster who enjoys watching people suffer? Who cares nothing for others, only what profit and pleasure you can gain from them?"

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

The white hot flashes that streaked across Sakura's face with what ministrations she had pleased Sascha. She was left to admire the handiwork of hers as the Matou's breast sagged with throbbing pain, neatly imprinted on the side of her breast from what little could be seen from her exposed flesh. It an angry, red mark in the shape of the phallic tool where the East German would strike Sakura, varied in their locations.

Now that the Ghoul ruminated about it, it seemed that Sakura was trying to play off her defiance angle as long as she could, for some pointless struggle of some sort. An exercise in futility really that Sascha intended to rectify in the future. Though irritating, she found the challenge thrilling in itself, to see the progress she made on the Matou. Hell, maybe for domesticating the little purple haired girl, she might even get paid some extra cash at hand. She did make her employer's job a lot easier after all.

Whatever further thoughts Sascha may have on the matter, it came interrupted by Sakura's determined spiel filled to the brim with her defiance. A look that scrutinized the Ghoul and found her wanting, if anything, it seemed as if she understood her too well, as if the Mercenary was merely another person of such a nature and disposition that she could tell from the get go.

The mercenary did not like that, not one bit, being judged like that, especially when she's holding the cards, but she didn't let that show in her expression. Instead, she opted to go for a smile, it came naturally to her given what she had in mind.

"Monster, mercenary, killer, gun-for-hire, call me whatever you want, Fraulein, it won't change the situation you're in." Sascha remarked in a rather genial tone, it was matter-of-factly if anything. The Ghoul smacks the flaccid length against her palm, as if brandishing it, before coming down on her knee to face the Matou on the same eye-level. "But you're right, I don't care for you except the profit and pleasures you bring. They're very tempting after all, and you are the biggest prize." Without a cause for warning, in her usual love for suspense, Sascha commits another thwack from the dildo against the purple haired girl's crotch rather painfully. She paused briefly in her motions, as if to observe Sakura's reactions, enjoying whatever consternation she might have, before committing two more wobbly thwacks against the same spot budding with her feminine folds.

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Sakura's captor smiled at her defiant response, before responding to her words in a matter-of-fact way.

"Monster, mercenary, killer, gun-for-hire, call me whatever you want, Fraulein, it won't change the situation you're in", she said, the almost-genial tone of her words belied by the threatening manner in which she smacked the improvised torture device against her palm.

With that, she knelt in front of her captive, bringing her face down to the girl's level so she could look her in the eye more easily. Then, she spoke once more, confirming Sakura's suspicions and fears.

"But you're right, I don't care for you except the profit and pleasures you bring. They're very tempting after all, and you are the biggest prize", she said, her words making Sakura even more worried about the woman's intentions for her.

Before she could give her fate any real consideration, however, she was distracted by the girl suddenly swinging the dildo directly at her panty-covered crotch, aiming for her most sensitive region. Not having had a chance to prepare herself, this time Sakura let out a loud moan of pain and shock, her face screwing up once more from the pain. Her captor paused for a moment, studying Sakura's reaction, before swinging the dildo again, and again. Each strike elicited another, somewhat quieter moan from the captive, her face nevertheless screwing up more as the repeated impacts caused her sensitive folds to throb with pain, her eyes beginning to water already.

Sakura braced herself for another strike, but it did not come immediately. So, she sat there, a look of frightened anticipation on her face, the pain she was in still evident. She felt utterly hopeless, her body abused and overheating, and she knew worse was surely to come.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

Sascha relished from Sakura's current anguish. With deliberate slowness, the Ghoul traced the tip of the dildo against the poor Matou's crotch, as if ready to explode into frantic motion at a moment's notice and continue the impending torment with rampant glee. Yet it did not pan out to such obvious expectations, lingering for the duration against the budding cloth covered folds, teasing, probing with a slight slip at the inviting entrance.

She was trying to get more out of Sakura after all, another moan, one that was a prize to Sascha's ears when the purple haired girl mewls out in pain addled with unrestrained pleasure. The sort of emotion that would... be quite pleasant to hear some more.

Looking down to the Matou's groin, Sascha smiles and remarks, "So, die Schlampe seems to enjoy this sort of thing, ja? That won't do at all." It seems whatever acts of torture Sascha may do might actually be enjoyed by Sakura, so may as well surprise the Matou once more and elicit another reaction out of her. She already knows Sascha would opt for pain, which is true, but the East German had another ploy in mind that she could play. A card she could indulge in that still retains an element of surprise.

Something she's shown to Sakura this very moment.

Turning away from the Matou, Sascha puts aside the dildo on the nearby wheeled table, and pulls off her gloves, putting them too on said table. Afterwards, she reaches for a pill bottle, to which she pops open with a flick of her thumb, and takes up a handful of pills in her hand, and then with an obviously less than benign intention made all the more obvious from that gleeful expression, Sascha turns her gaze to meet Sakura's with a toothy smile. She approaches, and claps her free palm against Sakura's chin, forcing it open with an unkind pull, only to shove the pills by the handful into the Matou's mouth.

If Sakura tried to resist swallowing the pills, Sascha would instead work her hands down to the purple haired girl's throat, and massage it firmly with her fingers. Perhaps forcing her inner human instincts to swallow as a result, and ingest those pills...

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Sakura braced herself as her captor traced the dildo slowly against her crotch, sending small shivers of involuntary pleasure up her spine, not enough to make her moan but sufficient to cause her crotch to dampen, if only slightly. To her surprise, the sadistic woman did not continue the physical abuse of her defenceless crotch, instead opting to rub the dildo teasingly against her cloth-covered folds, causing a small wet patch to appear on the already-damp-with-sweat panties.

Yet, despite the slight hint of pleasure she was feeling, Sakura refused to allow herself to show any indication of excitement. After all, it was surely what her captor wanted her to do. Instead, she kept a firmly neutral look on her face, only very slight hints of the pain and pleasure she was still feeling visible. Still, despite her efforts, her body was betraying her, releasing the fluids that demonstrated her arousal, and her captor soon took notice of that fact. 

"So, die Schlampe seems to enjoy this sort of thing, ja? That won't do at all", she said, staring down at Sakura's slightly-damp panties.

The girl frowned at her reaction, a slight blush of embarrassment coming over her face at the remark. She knew she didn't want this, not at all, but her body was reacting differently. And, as much as Sakura knew this was only a natural reaction, she still felt humiliated by the way her body responded to the woman's abuse. As the woman reached for the table, she spoke up, feeling obliged to deny her captor's words for her own benefit, if nothing else.

"No!" she said, firmly. "I'd never enjoy being tortured and abused by an evil bitch like you."

Her captor, however, simply ignored her words, at least for the time being, instead reaching for some kind of medical bottle on the table in front of Sakura. Popping open the top, she poured out a handful of light blue pills. Sakura clamped her mouth shut, uncertain what the pills were but pretty sure that eating them would not be in her interests, given the woman's general intentions. Unfortunately, though, Sakura's captor grabbed hold of her chin and pulled her mouth open roughly, causing her to let out a slight moan, before the pills were equally-roughly shoved into her mouth. Once more, Sakura tried to resist, refusing to swallow whatever-they-were, but once again her captor moved to force her, pushing her hands down the prisoner's throat and forcing her to gag and swallow the unwanted medicine.

Once the deed was done, Sakura sat back in the chair, worrying about what the purpose of the pills might be. Gradually, she began to feel like she was burning up, the heat in the room becoming more and more uncomfortable. At the same time, her breasts and pussy began to throb with the pain of the previous impacts, the slowly-healing damage bringing the girl pain once more.

"W..what have you done to me?" Sakura asked, fearfully.

Waiting for the reply, the feeling gradually became worse and worse. If her captor waited long enough, Sakura would begin moaning from the discomfort of the oppressive heat, desperate for some kind of cooling relief.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

The East German said nothing at first to Sakura's distraught line of questioning, opting instead to caress the purple haired girl's thigh with her palm, drifting her touch closer to the Matou's groin all the while. Letting the sensation build up with a rub, as Sascha watched the prisoner hawkishly, discerning for more reactions to stoke her glee, glee at the fact she had fed her what amounted to an aphrodisiac in function.

Sascha sighed out, and tried to cope with her own growing dampness clotting her crotch, moistening to the sight of such... delicious anguish. She took the moment in mid-caress to inhale, then exhale deeply, repeating the process for a few times to regain her calmness, before finally mustering what patience she has to address Sakura.

"You will know soon enough, just wait and watch... no, rather, feel." The Ghoul's rub grew all the more firmer after declaring such a vague statement.