Sakura and Shirou
Before Sakura could reach for her bra, her captor raised his hand, signaling for her to stop. Relieved at the surely-only-temporary reprieve, she followed his instructions and stopped her movements, standing in front of him, clad only in her sexy underwear, her face red with embarrassment. Shirou, meanwhile was, despite his utter horror at the situation unfolding in front of him, gradually becoming more and more aroused, his penis hardening as he did so.
Worse, it appeared that Relius had noticed his obvious arousal, pointing at him mockingly as he mocked Sakura's slightly-lower-quality efforts and her obvious distress. Unable to help herself, Sakura looked in the direction of her captor's thumb and, sure enough, she noticed that Shirou was obviously aroused. Yet, she held nothing against him for that. Being aroused by your wife performing an erotic dance was nothing to be ashamed of, and she attempted to show him that with a reassuring glance even as he looked away for moment in embarrassment, before returning his gaze to her to avoid her suffering further punishment.
Meanwhile, Relius stood up from the chair where he had watched the erotic show and began to approach Sakura, announcing his intentions as he did so. Sakura reflexively flinched away from him but, knowing that Shirou would surely suffer if she resisted, she simply remained still and prepared to endure the man's unwanted touch. Sure enough, he began to once again "inspect" her, running his hand up her leg as she blushed with humiliation and distress, unable to do anything but endure his lecherous touches. Shirou, too, watched with horror, his anguish only increased by the fact that he was undeniably becoming more and more aroused at the sight.
As their captor felt Sakura's arms once more, she relaxed slightly, thinking that the worst of her ordeal was over. This time, though, he did not pull back as expected, instead moving his hands down to grope her ample mounds, causing her to emit a small yelp of shock. By now, her eyes were tearing up with humiliation, distress and fear, her feeling of degredation only worsening as her body began to automatically react to the erotic stimulation. Shirou, too, was beginning to tear up, utterly distraught at the sight of his beloved wife being groped by this strange man, with the promise of worse to surely come.
Once again, the man spoke only to mock them, acting like he was some sort of scientist using them for his cruel experiments, the mention of Sakura's "endurance" ominous. The feeling of dread they felt was only heightened when several chains suddenly fell from the roof, his intentions somewhat obvious even if the mechanism was unclear.
Looking towards Shirou for support as she awaited her fate, Sakura was suprised when a hand suddenly thrust from her captors chest and grabbed her by the neck, lifting her into the air. Panic began to come over her as she started to suffocate, kicking her legs frantically as she reflextively reacted to the situation. Shirou, meanwhile, watched on in horror, hoping he was not witnessing the end of his beloved wife but, also, worried that this might only be the prelude to something even worse. His frenzied consideration of what the cruel man might do to Sakura were halted when he noticed the man attach the chains around the still-choking Sakura's arms.
With Sakura now securely bound, the chains gradually began to retract, pulling her arms and legs taut and suspending her in the air. Then, with his prisoner suitably bound, Relius released his grip, leaving the frightened and upset captive gasping for air and wondering what cruelties would be inflicted upon her next. As Sakura waited, Relius turned to Shirou, mocking him once more.
"What do you think Shirou? Do you like it?" he asked, cruelly.
Shirou nodded furiously, his anger and distress obvious.
"N..no, I do not!" he said, angrily.
Yet, despite his furious denial and genuine distress, there was no doubt that his body was reacting to the erotic sight in front of him, his penis now rock-hard. Unfortunately for his already-fragile emotional state, he was, in fact, very turned-on by the sight of his beautiful wife bound helplessly.
Sakura looked down at him, not angry in any way at his arousal, but frightened and in need of reassurance. Hating to see the distraught look in her face and the tears in her eyes, Shirou too began to cry. Hoping against all hope that there might be some glimmer of mercy left in this man, he began to beg for mercy on her behalf.
"P..please", he said, obviously distraught. "Just let her go. You don't need to do this. Please, just stop...."
The pain and anguish Shirou felt was obvious and genuine, his own arousal only adding to the emotional distress he felt.