Sakura
Sakura continued to scream as the whip struck her over and over, each strike bringing her more agonisning pain which only drove her arousal higher. The pain was becoming almost unbearable, and part of her wanted to beg him to stop, maybe even use her safeword. But, another, larger part was telling her just how arousing this was, and anticipating what might come next with excitement.
Finally, after flogging her until her rear and back were dripping blood onto the floor, Sakura's captor stopped and began to approach her. The captive's arousal grew ever-higher as she anticipated what he might do next, wondering what sort of pain or humiliation he would choose to inflict on her next. Sakura let out a sudden hiss of pain as he pushed her down onto the table, his hand touching one of the many welts she was now covered with, her arousal growing all the time. Then, holding her firmly in place so that she couldn't escape, he began to rub her dripping-wet folds with his other hand.
Sakura let out a low moan of pleasure at the contact, enjoying the all-too-short sensation. Unfortunately, though, he soon pulled away, causing a slight feeling of disappointment but, also, curiousity and anticipation at what he might be up to. Sakura moaned again as he began to thrust into her, again only to be thwarted as he stopped and pulled out.
Eh, what's he doing? she thought, momentarily, before her eyes widened as he began to spread her welt-covered ass cheeks apart, another hiss of pain coming from the captive girl as he touched her still-raw skin.
Then, without further ceremony, he began to push inside her. Whilst he had dampened himself somewhat, it was still very tight, and the sensation was rather unpleasant, causing the captive girl to scream once more. Yet, despite the discomfort, Sakura was clearly aroused by the new and humiliating intrusion and, as he thrust into her deeper, a strong hint of pleasure appeared in her screams, each thrust bringing her additional pain as he slapped against her abused rear and pushed into her tight passage without mercy.
But, her captor was not finished yet. Deciding that he could not leave her other hole unattended, he took the whip he had beaten her so harshly with and pushed it inside. Once again, Sakura let out a moan of pleasure and pain as the thick, phallus-like object was thrust humiliatingly into her, causing her to blush even as her moans got louder and louder. She was now very uncomfortable and exceptionally aroused, and it was obivous in the look on her face and the combination of pleasure and pain in the sounds she was making.