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

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

Sascha wanted to goad and mock Sakura for being low enough to actually lick the sole of her boots, in fact, she found the whole thing hilarious. Another giggle leaked out of the torturer's lips, before she wiped the smear of Sakura's saliva against the purple haired girl's cheek. Dragging the sole along the former Tohsaka's face, leaving behind a trail of murky and grayish water to dirty her face. Afterwards, Sascha sets that boot in front of Sakura.

"Untie my laces with your teeth, worm." Again, Bohn did not make it seem like Sakura had an option with that nonchalant tone of her voice.

Loudly, there were several clicks that followed. It was the sound of a dial being rotated, adding another ten thousand voltage, and then another ten thousand, and another, until she added about fifty thousand additional volts to the original count. Sascha glances down to Sakura, as if to savour that expression for that brief instant the Matou has over her agony, before pressing the button once more.

It about several more seconds longer than before. Sascha released the button, giving Sakura some breathing room... but in truth, it was only to let the former Tohsaka ruminate on a sharp contrast between pain and relief. That pause didn't last long, the cruel Ghoul resumes her electrocution, and sends sharp jolts once more into the captive's nethers. The session of torture lasted twice as long in seconds before it stopped.

"Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock." The torturer chuckled, before looking on over to her wrist, glancing at her watch as if to see how long she'll pause now...

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Sakura's captor giggled once more as she watched her prisoner degrade and humiliate herself, clearly enjoying the sense of domination over her desperate captive. Then, in another demonstration of her power and her captive's low status, she wiped her boot on Sakura's cheek, before dragging it along her face, leaving a trail of dirty water where the boot touched the captive's skin. Sakura felt utterly degraded, a sense of humiliation and helplessness washing over her. Her sole concern now was whether her captive would be merciful enough to end the torture. No matter what sort of degrading act she demanded from Sakura in return, the captive girl would do it if it gave her even a small possibility of stopping the torture.

For a moment, it seemed like her pleas were being answered this time. Whilst the woman did not remove the prod, she did instead set her boot in front of Sakura's face, demanding that she untie the laces with her teeth. Sakura bristled slightly at the use of the insult she found most humiliating and offensive of all, but she was now far too desperate for the pain to stop to object. Instead, she moved to do as she had been asked. However, to her horror, even as she was moving to obey, her captor began to rotate the dial once more, no doubt intending to increase the pain even further. A look of horror and desperation came across Sakura's face as she realised what was about to happen, and she began to beg once more, her captor looking down at her as if to savour the look of terror and desperation on her face.

"No, please don't! I..I'll do what you want, p..please don't t..torture me! Plea..AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH", she said, her pleas once more interrupted by the girl activating the cattle prod, causing her to scream and writhe in agony once more, the pain now even worse than before thanks to the increased voltage.

Sakura screamed and writhed over and over, the pain seeming to last even longer this time, a few seconds seeming like an eternity thanks to the unbearable agony she was suffering. She was openly crying, her eyes filled with water and her face screwed up in agony as she waited desperately for the pain to end, her suffering far too great for her to even make an effort to do as she had been asked. Finally, it did, her torturer turning off the sadistic device after what seemed like forever and allowing the captive girl a momentary respite, to catch her breath and recover from the screams.

But, of course, her captor had no intention of allowing her to rest. Giggling once more, she made a mock ticking noise, before glancing pointedly at her watch. Taking the obvious hint, Sakura moved towards the lace once more. Ignoring the rising sense of humiliation she felt once more in her desperation to avoid further torture, she took one end of the lace into her mouth and pulled, hoping her captor would allow her the time to finish the job.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

Sascha stared, as Sakura began to untangle the knots of her combat boots in a haphazard and clumsy fashion. It came untangled rather slowly, to which Sascha merely motions the electric prod to poke Sakura's cervix briefly. The Ghoul was just teasing Sakura, but she didn't have to know that. It's all a part of the East German's malicious ploy to see the Matou untangle the knot of her boots faster... to scare her with the idea that she may in fact press the button.

If anything, Sascha hovered her finger around the button rather obviously, carelessly, as if tempted to pressure it, chortling as she does so...

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Sakura winced as her captor prodded her cervix with the torture device, redoubling her clumsy efforts to undo the knots in a desperate effort to avoid further torture. At this point, Sakura's thoughts were only of how she could most quickly obey her captor's instructions and, as such, reduce the chance of further agonising pain.

And, this time, it appeared to be working, even if her captor's cruel laughter sent shivers down her spine. Sakura gradually undid the knot, pulling it apart with her teeth to the best of her ability, hampered as it was by the way her body ached from the pain and her tear-filled eyes. Yet, even as she did so, she could not help but notice her captor's finger hovering impatiently over the button on the prod, as if she was considering whether to inflict further pain on her defenceless captive or show her a little mercy in return for her compliance. Sakura, as helpless as she was, could do nothing but move as fast as possible and hope that her cruel tormentor was in a merciful mood.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

Despite Sakura's success at untangling her knots, Sascha found herself ever so casually pressing on the rod's button. That sent another several voltage of shock into the Matou once more, DESPITE her success, and found the purple haired girl punished with the scalding jolt of electricity coursing through her love tunnels.

"Oops." Sascha chuckled, keeping her finger lingering on the button for a bit longer, before releasing it. This gave the former Tohsaka a much needed breathing room.

Sascha presented her other boot to the downed captive, and nudged her with the tip of her shoes a few times on her lips. She did not say anything, but it was obvious she wanted Sakura to guess what she needed to do, before she'd shock her again.

As if to enunciate her point, the mercenary woman loudly turned up the dial up by ten thousand more volts...

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Almost as soon as she had finished untangling the girl's shoes, Sakura was "rewarded" for her efforts with another shock, the electricity flowing through Sakura's sensitive body as she screamed and writhed once more, her already-low spirits taking another knock as she came to realise that agonising pain would be a regular part of her captivity, regardless of her obedience.

"Oops", her sadistic captor said as she continued to depress the button, the cruel laughter accompanying her "apology" only making the lack of sincerity even more obvious than it already was.

After a few more moments of pure agony, the pain stopped once more, leaving Sakura panting and sobbing again, her spirit utterly crushed. She just wanted the torture to stop, no matter what she had to do. Before she could even begin to beg, though, her captor presented the other boot to her, nudging her face a few times before loudly turning the dial on the cattle prod once more. Whilst she made no explicit demands, what she wanted was obvious, as was the implicit threat of further pain if she did not comply. As such, Sakura moved to undo the shoelaces on the other boot, just as she had on the first one, clumsily but as fast as she could manage given the repeated torture that had been inflicted upon her. All she could hope was that her captor would take her acts of submission as a reason to at least tone down the torture, if not stop it entirely.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

Sascha reached for the table with her other hand while Sakura began to dismantle the knots of her combat boots. She grasped for something long, slender, and similar to a thick reed, yet firmer. It was a wooden cane that the Ghoul took up with her free hand. She didn't make it obvious to Sakura that she took up the cane, instead, waiting for her to untangle the knot of her boots, before giving the purple haired girl a taste of a lashing. One that whipped with a harsh smack against the former Tohsaka's rump, caning her back and discoloring it red with an impression of the cane's dimension.

This wasn't the last lash, as she continued to give another, and another in a criss-cross fashion, leaving Sakura's rump to have raw red discoloration on her skin in the shape of an X with a line underneath it. The purple haired one was not exactly untying Sascha's laces at a speed she would have liked, but then again, this was just an excuse to punish and enjoy the Matou's suffering, sadism in every sense of the word.

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Sakura moved to undo the laces as quickly as she was able, desperate not to give her captor any reason to punish her any further than her sadistic desires made inevitable. The complexity of the task and the exhaustion she was feeling from the constant torture ensured that her motions were not as quick or precise as she or, most probably, her captor would have liked but, nevertheless, they seemed to be sufficient, since her captor chose not to torture her any further as she was finishing her humiliating task.

Soon enough, Sakura had finished her task and, unable to do anything useful, she simply lay there feeling utterly humiliated, awaiting her captor's next move or order with fear. However, her contemplation was soon interrupted when, out of nowhere, she felt a sudden, painful strike to her rear, causing her to let out a loud scream of pain as a red welt appeared on her rear.

"Ple..ase, no!" she begged, almost in tears, the pain less severe than it was before, but still significant.

Once more, though, her captor paid no attention to her pleas, instead simply striking her once more, causing her to let out another scream of agony, a sense of desperation and resignation coming over her as she once again realised that the woman was torturing her for fun as much as to ensure compliance.

"Ple..ase, I..I d..id wh.. AAAAAAAAHHHH", she said, her begging interrupted by another agonising strike, leaving another welt on her soft rear.

The pain was, once again, unbearable, the drugs she had been given increasing her sensitivity to the point that a normally-bearable sensation became pure agony. Again, she tried to plead for mercy.

"Ple..ase, I'll.. do.. any..thing..", she said, weakly, practically sobbing.

Once again, though, her captor ignored the pleas, striking her once more, a little lower this time. Again, the captive let out a scream of pure agony, breaking down into tears once more at the hopelessness of her situation.

"Please, st..op", she said, desperate for the pain to end.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

Sascha sighed, letting Sakura rest for a moment, but not out of mercy, but out of another idea. She was starting to get bored of leaving her prone like this, so, it occurred to the Ghoul to do something else about it. Particularly, she wanted to leave the Matou capable but in a different manner. So, Sascha departed from Sakura, if only for a brief moment, taking the cane and the prod with her, before placing the two on the wheeled table. The mercenary woman squats down over to her knee, and begins rifling through the compartment underneath the table, before finally pulling out what appeared to be some sort of leather restraint. To the uneducated eyes, they look similar to a black, leathery corset of sorts, with several laces running along its frame. It suited its purpose of restraint anyways. She also took along a collar with a leash on it in the other hand.

The Ghoul stands up, and then approaches the former Tohsaka once more, before giving a quick kick with the tip of her boot against the purple haired girl's jaw. A quick one, equivalent to a jab, to rattle her motor functions and slacken her motions. That being done, Sascha began to unbind the Matou's arms from the chair, tossing that piece of furniture away with a quick shove of her hand, before fastening the leather restraint around Sakura's calves. Sascha tightened the restraints, to a point it would dig into the Matou's skin, but not constrict the flow of blood in her legs. Afterwards, she locked the collar around Sakura's neck, and tightened it as well, just enough to remind Sakura always that she was being in some ways, owned.

With that being done, the East German picked up the chair she threw away moments earlier, setting it upright, before seating herself on it, letting her legs extended it loosely forward, long leash at hand, and a smile on her lips. Sascha tugs said leash.

"Get up, you filthy wastrel." The woman chides, harshly. "Get up, and pull off my shoes. Both of them."

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

To Sakura's relief, this time her captor appeared more inclined towards showing mercy, removing the prod that had caused her such agony from deep inside her prisoner and returning to the table, leaving her captive lying exhausted on the floor, anticipating her captor's next move with fear. As the residual pain and exhaustion she was feeling subsised, however, the sexual frustration from earlier returned with a vengeance, the combination of the drugs and Sakura's somewhat masochistic nature ensuring that the long, painful session of torture she had been subjected to had done nothing to reduce her levels of arousal from the extreme heights they had reached earlier. Her folds were still dripping wet, and her nipples and clitoris were hardened and erect from the frustrating and humiliating arousal she was feeling.

Whilst her captive lay on the floor contemplating her fate, feeling utterly degraded from the treatment she had received and still sobbing from the pain, Sakura's torturer began to rifle through a compartment under the table, eventually pulling out some sore of weird corset-like restraint, along with a collar and leash. Then, her captor returned towards her, a quick kick to the jaw disorienting the unfortunate prisoner and causing her to let out another pained moan. Taking advantage of her disorientation and generally-weakened state, the woman then unstrapped her hands from the chair and pushed it away, before fastening the leather bindings tightly around the prisoner's calves, leaving her utterly incapable of escaping or fighting back against whatever cruel torments and humiliations were to be forced upon her. Then, she locked the collar around Sakura's neck, leashing her as if she was some kind of pet.

After binding her captive suitably, Sakura's tormentor moved over to the chair she had thrown away shortly before, leash in hand. As Sakura lay there, feeling utterly humiliated, she set the seat upright and sat down in it, extending her feet forward before tugging on the leash and addressing her captive.

"Get up, you filthy wastrel", she said, harshly. "Get up, and pull off my shoes. Both of them."

Sakura felt a sense of deep humiliation wash over her as the sadistic woman issued her degrading order. Yet, at the same time, a small part of her was almost aroused by being dominated in this fashion, and her crotch became ever-so-slightly wetter at the thought, only deepening the sense of abject humiliation and inferiority that the unfortunate victim felt. She was utterly beaten and helpless, her only focus on obeying her captor's wishes in a desperate attempt to avoid yet more torture.

As such, she quickly rolled over and got up onto her hands and knees, before half-crawling, half-hopping over to where her captor was seated, moving as fast as she could given the limits on her motion provided by the leg bindings. As she did so, her large, painfully-sensitive breasts bounced and rocked and her legs rubbed slightly against her hyper-sensitive clitoris, adding to her arousal and, humiliatingly, causing her to let out a tiny moan of pleasure.

Wasting no time once she was in range of her captor's legs, Sakura quickly reached out and grabbed hold of the boots, easily removing them one after another, feeling slightly less awful than she had previously. The task was humiliating, but nothing like as bad as what she had already done, and at least there was no threat of imminent pain this time.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

Sascha was pleased to see her newest little pet so eager to fulfill her orders. That eagerness reflected clearly in the Matou's haste to approach, and take off her shoes. Each shoes came off easily enough, sliding off the Ghoul's ankle, before being put aside to reveal her white socks matted in some of her sweat. It wouldn't be too long before Sakura's mouth would feel a bulge shoving its way in between its lips, as the mercenary woman wedged her sock-worn feet into the purple haired girl's mouth, as forceful almost as much as a kick. It tasted just as any socks would, when coated in sweat, in some strange grimy feeling of clamminess, if Sakura were to actually taste the foot fabric.

"Take both socks off with your mouth, and do it fast." Sascha ordered, she didn't have to illustrate what sort of consequences would follow, if the Matou did not oblige. It should be quite clear to both of them just what the East German is willing to do if she was displeased.

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

As soon as Sakura had finished removing her captor's shoes, the woman's foot was forced roughly into her mouth, the taste of sweat and clamminess disgusting her. Yet, she had no desire to provoke her captor further and, so, as soon as the woman had made her demands, Sakura complied without protest, grabbing hold of the sock with her teeth and pulling on the fabric. Unfortunately for her, though, whilst she was able to pull the sock down slightly, the friction between the sock and the girl's leg, plus the elasticity of thr sock itself, made it difficult to get any purchase. Panicking somewhat as she contemplated her captor's sadistic nature and penchant for punishment, Sakura desperately took more of the sock into her mouth, ignoring the disgusting taste, and pulled, this time managing to make a better effort.

Sakura's progress continued as she took hold of more and more of the sock in her mouth, managing to slowly remove it even as the taste of the girl's feet filled her mouth. Finally, with a significant effort, she was able to get one sock off and, dropping it to the floor, she moved to the other sock, her fear of punishment growing at the unexpectedly-difficult nature of the task and her slow progress. As such, this time she made a special effort to tug extra hard, in an attempt to remove the sock with one pull. But, unfortunately, in her eagerness to pull the sock off, she tugged so hard that she ripped a small hole in the foot of the sock, her eyes widening as she realised what a terrible mistake she'd made.

"I'm sorry!" she said, immediately begining to apologise and beg for mercy. "Please, master, show your slave some mercy!"

Sakura was now desperate, any sense of self-worth evaporating as she begged her captor not to torture her or, at least, to torture her less painfully than she had previously. Then, not wanting to annoy her sadistic tormentor any further, she returned to the task, removing the sock more carefully this time, hoping that her inevitable punishment would at least be lessened by her genuine attempts at compliance.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

And so, Sascha waits, like the supposedly patient mistress that she is, watching Sakura's progress with a hawkish countenance about herself. Not letting one detail, even the most minute of them, escape her withering glare. It was after Sakura's brief blunder, and the entailing removal of both of Sascha's socks, does Sascha move into action. The East German stands up and approaches the table, past Sakura as the Matou finished her task, ignoring the earlier pleading for mercy, and instead, the Ghoul reached for a cane, and then turned around. She faces the purple haired girl once more, and makes a gesture.

"Present both of your palms, Schlampe, both of them wide open, and smile." Once more, Sascha did not make a request, but an order. It was clear, she will punish her, and she would brook no mercy for the poor former Tohsaka.

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Sakura continued to remove the socks from the woman's feet, her face screwing up with disgust, hoping that her pleas for mercy would this time be answered. But, her hopes were soon dashed when the woman got up out of her seat and picked up the cane once more. Sakura winced reflexively, expecting another strike but, instead, her captor faced her and spoke, giving her an order.

"Present both of your palms, Schlampe, both of them wide open, and smile", she said, the implication of worse punishment if she did not comply obvious.

Sakura had mixed feelings about the demand. On one hand, she had hoped to avoid further torture but, on the other hand, it did at least seem to be milder than before. Nevertheless, she knew she had no option but to obey her captor's demands to the letter. So, putting on her best fake smile, one that would barely be discernable from the real thing, she presented her palms to her tormentor as ordered, bracing herself for the pain she knew was to come.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

When Sakura presented her hands, expecting a lighter punishment than what Sascha had in mind... the East German could not help but smile to the girl's gullibility. The Ghoul did not buy for a moment that Sakura liked the punishment... her smile seemed too awkward, strained if anything, and her eyes do not betray joy found in a smile. Well, there is always a chance for her to break down the girl, and whatever will she had in resisting the pain with some more of it. So, Sascha steps up to Sakura, looming over her, before swatting harshly with her cane once...

She did not swat the Matou's hand. In fact, Sascha swatted for the girl's back with a quick, painful lash. The Ghoul plants her barefoot on the purple haired girl's head, and shoves her down to the ground with one quick push with her foot, before continuing to lash Sakura a couple of times all over her body. The cane whipped across the side of the Matou's breast, the side of her thigh and glutes, her abdomen, and one even found its way on her cheek.

"Du kleine Schlampe, just HOW do you exactly intend to fix my socks that you fucking TORE OFF?!" Sascha bellowed out harshly in her guttural voice, agitated yet in truth, it was merely an act on her part. She was enjoying every bit of the unrelenting assault of cane beating she gave to Sakura, and could not for the life of her, care about some measly socks. She's had to make do with worse conditions and wear in her mercenary days.