Sakura
Sakura let out a yelp of pain as the whip struck her soft rear, leaving a red welt where it had struck. The pain was considerable, but so was her arousal. This is what she wanted, to be tormented and abused. Yet, at the same time, there was a strong sense of fear, wondering what he might do to her next.
"On your feet, Sakura. Stand up", her captor said, whipping her once more.
Sakura yelped again as she felt the cutting pain of the whip on her thigh, before acknowledging his order and attempting to struggle to her feet. With her hands bound behind her back as they were, it was not a trivial task but, nevertheless, she managed to drag herself to her feet. A look of apprehension came over her face as she wondered what he was going to do, her fear of the pain that was to come genuine. Yet, despite her fear, she was still extremely aroused. She absolutely did not want him to stop or slow down, and if she did she would use the safeword they had devised.