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

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

Despite Sakura's success, she was still too slow in the task as she pulled off the East German's leggings with some proficiency. Exposing the Ghoul's slender legs to the Matou, and particularly the drab, if not tasteless white panties that she wore on her legs, hiding nethers from the former Tohsaka's view. It was notably moist with some dampness around her crotch, framing around the lips of her budding femininity, as its form was outlined through the pair of panties.

Sascha figured to merely punish Sakura once more with a quick kick to her face, particularly her jaw, before sighing, shaking her head as if disappointed with the Matou's efforts as a whole. The kick would have throttled Sakura's head a bit, and cause her to lose motor functions if only briefly, but nothing of a permanent nature.

"Too slow, tsk tsk tsk, just too damn slow." The East German chides, shaking her head. She rests her cheeks on her knuckles, and stared at Sakura, scrutinizing every aspect of her with a judging gaze, and what Sascha found was wanting. Despite her judgement, the mercenary woman smiles, there was no warmth behind it as always. "Now what to do... what to do with you. I am growing bored, Schlampe, and I was thinking perhaps I should just chop you up into pieces." She suggested, truthfully Sascha didn't want to go that far, at least not particularly seeing she still wanted to pull off some other tortures on the poor Matou. Yet, the cruel torturer gave some hook to her sinker. "BUT, just this once, I am open to suggestions. Tell me, how will you entertain me, Fraulein? Fail to satisfy me, and perhaps I'll find entertainment out of you, one wound at a time."

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

As Sakura pulled back from removing her captor's trousers, she couldn't help but notice the damp spot on the crotch. The sight made her shudder, well aware that the dampness was an indication of how much the sadistic woman had enjoyed watching her suffer and, as such, was an indication that she was sure to suffer similar torments in the future. Before she could really dwell on this, however, the cruel woman aimed a sudden kick at her captive's face, knocking her backwards and disorienting her.

"Too slow, tsk tsk tsk, just too damn slow", her captor said, shaking her head before looking the girl over.

Sakura knelt in front of her, awaiting her judgement with aprehension. She was sure she would be punished somehow, she just hoped it would not be too severe. Yet, her captor clearly had other ideas.

"Now what to do... what to do with you. I am growing bored, Schlampe, and I was thinking perhaps I should just chop you up into pieces", she said, cruelly.

Sakura knew that it was surely an idle threat. After all, the woman had stated before that she needed Sakura alive. At the same time, Sakura knew that "alive" did not mean "unharmed". Even with her healing abilities, there were things her captor could do to her which may never be reversible, and certainly things that she could not reverse in her current state. As such, the woman's threats were genuinely worrying, even if she knew they were over-exaggerated. If her captor truly was bored, there was no end to the torments she could inflict upon her captive.

"BUT, just this once, I am open to suggestions. Tell me, how will you entertain me, Fraulein? Fail to satisfy me, and perhaps I'll find entertainment out of you, one wound at a time", she continued, clearly intending to break her prisoner's will further.

Sakura shuddered, wondering what she should do. But, as her eyes settled on the wet patch on the woman's crotch, she soon knew what the best option would be. As humiliating as it was, eating her captor out was far less bad than what had come before, and far better than anything her captor would suggest if given the opportunity.

"I..I can pleasure you", she said, nervously. "I can see you're aroused, let me remove your panties and bring you to orgasm."

With that, the captive girl crawled towards her tormentor, head bowed, trying to act as seductive as possible given her bound state. She just hoped that the offer would be sufficient to prevent further torture, at least for the time being.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

Sakura's offer was met with an appraising gaze from Sascha, as she considered her stance on the matter. Well, on one hand, she's rather aroused, but on the other hand... the East German didn't want to expose her vulnerable side when she inevitably climaxes. Her lips twitch, and a look of slight apprehension comes over the mercenary woman, before she exhales deeply, letting that uncertainty out with her breath.

"Tch, fine." Sascha practically grumbled at this point, ultimately going along with the whole charade, as she found herself in dire need of something to relieve her, not that she can't do it on her own, but Sakura's insistence on the matter made it all the more bemusing despite Sascha's apprehension. "But I want a show at this point. Finger yourself the whole time, and then lick my feet. Afterwards, work your way up my leg. Mess up... and well, you know the song and dance, Schwanzlutscher."

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Sakura couldn't help but be somewhat worried by the woman's unenthusiastic response, sure that it implied further torture would soon be forthcoming. Nevertheless, and despite the humiliating additions the woman had made to Sakura's suggestion, the helpless prisoner knew she had no option but to do her best to obey the cruel woman's whims. So, as demanded, she crawled closer, leaning down to lick her captor's feet whilst moving her other hand towards her crotch.

Slipping her finger inside, her already-pained face screwed up even more as she touched her still-burning folds, and she let out a small gasp of pain. Yet, despite this, and despite the very unpleasant taste on her tongue, she did not waver from her task. A feeling of abject humiliation came over her as she continued to lick the feet whilst unenthusiastically pleasuring herself and, figuring she would rather get this over with quickly, she soon began to work her way up slowly her captor's leg, licking the flesh as she had been ordered, trying to make it feel as erotic as possible for her captor.

Surprisingly, despite her total lack of enthusiasm and her extreme distaste for what she was being forced to do, Sakura found herself getting gradually wet once more. Aside from the drugs she had been fed and the fact that she was now pleasuring herself, albeit unenthusiastically, part of Sakura actually enjoyed being humiliated and tortured in this way. Of course, she would far, far prefer it were Shirou giving the orders, rather than some sadistic stranger who was seemingly determined to make her suffer as much as she possibly could.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

Sascha resisted the urge to shudder and coo in delight lest Sakura gets the impression she actually enjoys this... which Sascha does. But as the captor, she had to set a standard, in this case, have an overly thick skin. As Sakura worked her way up her leg, the East German grasped the purple haired girl from the back of her hair, tightly, very tightly. Her other hand balls up into a fist, and soon enough, she slams her knuckles into Sakura's belly.

The Ghoul wanted to see Sakura gasp and open her mouth wide, and enjoy the simmering pain that would inevitably follow, especially with the drugs coursing through the former Tohsaka's body. Once her fist collided against Sakura's belly, Sascha pulled Sakura in close forcefully, and planted her mouth against hers briefly, mulching and tasting the oral cavities of the Matou. This went on a while, as saliva went soppy wet, and moist, intermingling with the Matou's mouth as much as Bohn took in some of Sakura's saliva.

The hot sauce made her feel like her mouth was on fire, but this only drove her all the more desperate to taste Sakura more, so, the mercenary woman bites down on the Matou's lips hard with her teeth, enough to draw blood, yet not enough to tear into them too much to a point it may be life threatening. Sascha's kiss only continued, as she began to taste some of Sakura's fresh, copper-tasting blood with a delightful coo of enjoyment.

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Sakura worked her way up the girl's leg as ordered, licking it sensually as she gradually moved up, hoping her ministrations would be to the girl's liking. However, as she reached around her captor's knee, she felt a hand grip her hair tightly and pull backwards, causing her to let out a yelp of pain that was followed by another, louder one as her tormentor's fist smashed into her stomach, knowking the wind out of her.

As Sakura was gasping for breath, a look of pain fixed on her face from the burning in her crotch and from the punch, her captor pulled her in close, forcing her tongue into her prisoner's mouth, violating it roughly. Unable and unwilling to resist, Sakura simply accepted the violation as another humiliation in a long list of humiliations that had been forced upon her. However, as was now usual, Sakura's captor was not satisfied by simply violating her prisoner, instead choosing to torment the helpless victim further by biting down hard on her lip, drawing blood from the prisoner.

Sakura let out a moan of pain, but there was nothing she could do to resist, and the pain was nothing compared to what she had felt before. Nevertheless, it was clear from the sounds that the sadistic woman made that she was enjoying the taste of her prisoner's blood, and the torments she was inflicting upon her. As such, Sakura could do little but wait and worry, anticipating what may come next with dread.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

Whilst Sakura continued to be agonized by the pain of Sascha's bite, as her teeth sunk into Sakura's lips, the East German continues to bite down harder. The Ghoul's teeth began to tear into Sakura's bottom lips, yet it relaxed soon after, leaving a clefted gash, not too large, yet certainly nowhere small, to ooze out blood. Blood that the mercenary woman sucked on, sipping out of Sakura's mouth saliva as well as the crimson vitae of blood, as the Ghoulish woman moaned in delight to the taste, not only of blood, but of the Matou's flesh. Some parts of Sakura's lip skin in between Sascha's teeth, which was promptly swallowed by the predatory torturer.

"Mmm... for a filthy tart, you sure taste delicious." The mercenary woman remarks, before shoving Sakura's face away from hers with a quick push of her palm against the Matou's temple. "Now then... that being settled, lick my feet, and work your way up once again, Schlampe."

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Sakura moaned once more as her captor continued to bite down, gouging out a gash in her prisoner's lip and lapping up the blood that poured out, as well as tasting some of her victim's flesh. Clearly enjoying the sense of domination over her prisoner, the sadistic woman spoke up once more, mocking her captive.

"Mmm... for a filthy tart, you sure taste delicious", she said, pushing the captive away roughly.

 "Now then... that being settled, lick my feet, and work your way up once again, Schlampe", she continued, demanding that her victim begin the process over again.

Sighing momentarily, Sakura moved to obey the commands, the pain and discomfort she was feeling still great. She began to lick the foot once more, leaving small trails of blood until her lip began to heal, far quicker than would usually be expected. Then, she worked her way up, licking sensuously, hoping that, this time, her captor would show her at least some mercy. Not that she really expected it, of course.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

And once more, like before, Sascha clutches Sakura from the back of her head, and stands up soon afterwards, as if the whole command didn't matter in the first place. She dragged the Matou from her purple hair, bringing her along on her rump towards the torture table, before grasping for a bottle herself with a free hand. Sascha bit against the cork on the bottle, popping it open, before spitting the cork aside, then she drinks a portion of the content without swallowing it down her gullet. Placing the bottle of Schnapps back on the surgical table, she looks down back on over to Sakura, and lifts her up from her hair still, until the two were at eye level from one another. Then, with a sadistic smile, Sascha leans in and kisses Sakura on her lips, pressing her soft lips against Sakura's own bruised and wounded lips, red with blood.

Soon enough, Sakura could feel booze flowing into her mouth, and the accompanying burn that would seep into her wounds. Sascha didn't care, she only continued to kiss harder in light of that, running her tongue along the confines of the former Tohsaka's oral cavities.

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

This time, Sakura's captor allowed her to reach a little higher before interrupting her once more, grabbing hold of her hair and dragging her over towards the table full of torture devices. There, she took a swig out of a bottle of alcohol, before roughly pulling her captive up by the hair and forcing her into a kiss, the alcohol still in her mouth.

Sakura moaned slightly, the alcohol burning at the cut her captor had given her. Yet, Sakura was used to this by now, the burning pain from the chilli in her ass and pussy still feeling far worse. As such, she simply took the abuse without much complaint, her face merely screwing up a little more due to the pain she was in. She was, however, somewhat confused by the woman's actions, unsure why she kept pulling her captive away from pleasuring her as she had demanded.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

In truth, Sascha was merely screwing around with Sakura as much as she can, deriving enjoyment out of paradoxes, and to see just how far she has to push her before she wells up some sort of defiance once more. It would just let Sascha beat her down all the more brutally as an excuse, not that she needed one in the first place. The kiss lingered on longer than it should have been, before Sascha pulled her mouth away, breaking the kiss, and shoved Sakura to the ground...

She had some malicious intention in mind, and it was pretty clear it involved the bottle.

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Sakura's captor's tongue violated her mouth once more, the wound from the previous bite now healing noticably despite the short time period. Sakura felt humiliated and degraded once more, not enjoying the constant abuse she was suffering one bit, although it was preferable to the agonising pain from the shocks, or the burning that she still felt in her ass, pussy and mouth from the torturous dildo that had been forced inside her.

After what seemed like forever, her captor finally pulled away, only to push her down to the ground. Unsure what was to come next, Sakura waited with apprehension, noticing that the woman was seemingly looking intently at the bottle of alcohol on the table.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

Sascha walked over to the table, grasping the bottle. It was already open, and it smelled strong of noxious fumes. Sascha went down on her knee, and parted Sakura's legs in a wide spread with her knee and hand. It should be enough to give the poor Matou an indication of exactly what Sascha intended to do, as the harsh German woman aligned the bottle's muzzle around, and began pushing it deep into Sakura's crotch. Pushing it further in as the purple haired woman's femininity began to widen to accommodate the glass bottle's ingress, burning her further as the fluids turned out to be some sort of fluids.

Incidentally, that fluid was filtered and purified capsacin, which for some odd reason, Sascha had, and she was currently shoving the intensely chili-like fluid into the Matou's snatch, letting it pour and sting her with a burning sensation throughout her cooch tunnels. It was all the more made worse by the aphrosidiac lingering about in the former Tohsaka's blood stream.

"Drink up, Fraulein... drink it all up!" Sascha chuckled nonchalantly.

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Grabbing hold of the bottle of what Sakura assumed was alcohol, her captor pushed her legs apart, exposing her sensitive pussy to the sadistic woman's whims. Knowing what was to come, Sakura braced herself as the woman forced the bottle into her but, even so, what came next was unbearable. As soon as the liquid entered into her, she immediately began to let out a gutteral scream, the burning pain far greater than it had been even when she had been forced to violate herself with the chilli-covered dildo earlier.

She quickly began to breathe deeply in and out as the agony spread throughout her insides, the capsacin causing minor chemical burns and unbearable agony for the helpless victim. Tears came to her eyes and her face screwed up in agony, the screams unending as the insides of her vagina and cervix began to feel like they were on fire.

"Drink up, Fraulein... drink it all up!" said, chuckling sadistically.

Sakura writhed around in agony, reflexively pushing at the bottle to try to dislodge it and spare herself from the pain. Her captor seemed to enjoy nothing more than inflicting the most horrible suffering on her. Whilst she was clearly aroused, she didn't even seem to want relief, she just wanted to move from one torture to another. And, with Sakura's healing, there were few limits on what tortures the sadistic woman could inflict upon her. She just wanted the pain to stop, she couldn't understand why the woman was being so unnecessarily cruel.

"W..why? Why.. a..re y-you do..ing this to.. to me?" she gasped, in between screams of agony and desperate sobs.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

Sascha giggled with girly delight at the sound of Sakura's screams, as her crotch grew all the more damp at the notion that she inflicted great agony on the Matou. It was like a pleasing melody which she just couldn't get enough of, yet there were other priorities that came to mind. One such priority was Sascha violating Sakura further, as she continued to pump the bottle in and out by the muzzle from Sakura's snatch tunnels, letting the glassy chamber widen her as much as it pulls out with its pleasurable yet painful penetration. Sascha kept the bottle inside Sakura, keeping it steady despite the purple haired girl's efforts to shake free from the source of her great pain.

"Because I can." Came Sascha's simple reply to Sakura's desperate question.

The East German lurched to Sakura's breast, and bit down hard on one of her nipples, rolling those nubs between her sharp teeth, as they began to tear ever so slightly against her sensitive pink skin, discoloring raw and red as if the skin was angered if not irritated to the growing pain that came with pleasure.