Sakura and Rider
Rider saw the fear in Sakura's eyes as her captor glared coldly at her. Rider knew that Sakura knew that her words had almost certainly condemned her to suffer torture and humiliation of the highest possible degree, and the thought of how frightened she must be of what was to come turned Rider on immensely.
Sakura, meanwhile, continued to writhe around, gasping and moaning with painful pleasure as Rider continued to torment her with the vibrator, keeping her constantly on the edge of orgasm. She was in agony, her body was burning up with arousal and, yet, she knew that worse was likely to come. After a few more moments, though, the woman spoke again.
"Stop", she said, slipping off the bed. "That's enough pleasure for now."
Immediately, Rider stopped the torture, leaving Sakura aching with pleasure and highly aroused. Rider stopping should have been a relief and, yet, all Sakura could think of was what was to come next. As far as this woman was concerned, Sakura was a vile person who tortured and humiliated others for her own benefit, and the woman's actions and words made it clear that she intended to repay that in kind.
"Rider", the woman said as she headed towards the wall, "Blindfold her."
For a moment, Rider considered materialising her Breaker Gorgon, but she quickly dismissed the thought. It just might make the woman question Sakura's guilt a little and, thus, lighten the punishment, and Rider was very much looking forward to them making the captive girl suffer as much as possible. Instead, she walked over to the wall and picked up a nice blindfold with an elastic strap, one that she was sure would completely remove Sakura's sight. She knew that blindfolding the already-petrified girl would make her fear infinitely worse, and she became more and more aroused at the thought.
As she walked back over to the bed, she noticed Sakura staring at her, pleadingly. However, she simply gave a sadistic smirk in return, before placing the blindfold over the prisoner's eyes, blinding her to what was to come. Meanwhile, the other girl came over towards her, holding a breast clamp and a Cat-O'Nine-Tails whip. Rider smirked at the sight, knowing that these implements would cause the captive to suffer greatly.
Meanwhile, the now-blindfolded Sakura was becoming more and more frightened of what was to come. She could not see what the woman and Rider were up to, but she doubted it would be pleasant. After a few moments, though, she heard the woman speak.
"First apply this", the woman said, holding out the breast clamp. "Nice and tight."
Sakura's lust and pain-addled brain wondered what she was talking about. Some kind of clamp, presumably, but where? The possibilities raced through her mind, only succeeding in making her more frightened of the coming punishment as Rider gleefully looked at the torture devices she was being offered.
"Then use this", the woman continued, "and make sure she suffers."
Sakura shuddered. She had no idea what had been handed to her servant-turned-torturer, but whatever it was, she knew Rider would use it to maximum effect, just as she had been instructed.
"I want you to focus your attentions there", the woman said, instructing Rider to torment Sakura's sensitive and much-abused pussy, "and there", she continued, pointing to Sakura's breasts, "but make sure that you don't neglect any of the other areas."
Sakura whimpered into the gag, her fear growing by the second. She couldn't be sure what the woman's instructions had been, but she could take a good guess, and it was not pleasant.
Whilst the woman crawled back onto the bed, sitting next to Sakura's head, Rider picked up the breast clamp. Looking it over more closely, she saw that it was made up of two sturdy wooden plates, with large studs on the inside, designed to dig in to Sakura's breasts and cause additional pain without piercing. Smirking sadistically, she sat down on the bed opposite Emily, and began to open the device widely enough to place it over Sakura's ample mounds without difficulty.
Sakura felt the extra weight on the bed as the two sat down, and knew that something would soon happen to her. Soon after, she felt a hand take hold of her hair. She let out a pained yelp into her gag as her captor pulled her hair down, forcing her to arch her back and push her breasts up towards the waiting Rider, before pulling her head upwards off the bed. Then, she felt a woman's breath next to her ear, before hearing her speak.
"It just so happens", she said, as Sakura felt something moderately heavy being placed on her chest, "that I've had to escape from a situation very similar to the one you've put your slave through, and I've met all too many who've had to do the same. I don't think it needs to be said that you shouldn't count on being able to beg for mercy. Though, you're welcome to try."
Sakura shuddered and attempted to protest her innocence, but the gag simply muffled anything she could say. She knew that her situation was bad, very bad. This woman had a personal hatred for people who did what she had supposedly done, and Rider was egging her on every step of the way. As the woman said, there was no possibility of mercy, she would suffer as much pain and abuse as Rider and the other woman desired to inflict and, then, who knew what would happen to her.
However, Sakura's muffled protests did not last long, as she felt a sudden pressure on her breasts. Rider had pushed down the bar on the breast clamp as far as she easily could, before bringing the screws into place. Sakura moaned in pain as she felt the pressure become gradually greater and greater as Rider tightened the clamp more and more. She continued to turn the screws, smiling sadistically, until the clamps were as tight as they could go without causing permanent damage, the large studs pressing sadistically into Sakura's tormented, still-sensitive mounds.
Sakura writhed around from the agony. Her breasts felt like they were on fire. Rider, though, simply smirked.
"Does it hurt?" she said, her arousal abundantly clear. "Well, this next bit will hurt more".
With that, Rider got up from the bed and picked up the whip. Smiling an aroused smile, she took aim at the nervously-waiting Sakura's left breast and brought the whip down, hard.
Twhack
Sakura screamed in agony as the knots on the whip unexpectedly thudded into her bulging, compressed, hyper-sensitive breast and the surrounding skin, the breast press reducing the amount of flexibility and, consequentially, increasing the pain yet further. Tears began to form in the captive's eyes and roll down her cheek as Rider brought the whip down several times more before, eventually, hitting her target.
"Bullseye!" she said as one of the knots thudded directly into Sakura's left nipple, causing an even more agonised muffled scream.
Sakura, meanwhile, was terrified and in agony. She was bound, blindfolded and gagged, she could do absolutely nothing but lie there and wait for the next strike of the whip, wherever it might come. Then, suddenly, she felt an agonising, burning pain running through her erect, highly-sensitive clitoris as one of the knots smacked into it. Sakura let out an almighty scream, which was muffled by the gag, and began to tear up even more.
Rider, meanwhile, just smiled, watching the beautiful, naked, tortured girl writhe around and scream with great satisfaction, continuing to whip her as instructed, watching the welts appear on her crushed breasts and sore pussy. If Emily was watching closely, she would notice that Sakura's welts were actually beginning to heal, albeit somewhat slowly due to her lack of focus.
