Rider and Sakura
Sakura listened to Rider's comment with a mixture of hope and trepidation. She was glad that her ordeal on the horse might finally be over, but also well aware that they almost certainly would make her pay dearly for it. Then, Emily responded.
"Well, she did say anything, after all. So why don't we give her the chance. Rider, untie her, get those clamps off, and get her down from there. Not on the bed though, she'll have to do that on her own", she said.
Sakura sighed in relief, knowing that this particular torment, at least, would finally be over. She knew from the way they were speaking that she would likely suffer extreme degredation and humiliation, and that any refusal to comply would likely result in her being placed back on the horse, but right now anything was better than continuing the torture she had been suffering on the horse.
Accepting Emily's words, Rider put the knout down on the table beside the horse and undid the clamp squashing Sakura's tortured breasts. The captive girl let out a hiss of pain as the blood suddenly rushed back into her sore, still-stretched mounds. However, Rider did not remove the clamps or weights from Sakura's nipples, at least not yet. She wanted to wait for a more appropriate time for that.
The breast clamp removed, Rider bent down and removed the weights from Sakura's knees. Then, she lifted her off the horse and dumped the prisoner unceremonially on the ground, dropping her the last few inches. Sakura hissed with pain again as her lacerated, highly-sore breasts slammed into the floor. The captive now laying on the floor, Rider bent down and began to unchain her hands and feet, whilst Emily spoke up.
"If you don't mind, I'd like her on all fours", she said.
Now mostly free of the torturous pain she had been in and with her hands and legs unbound, Sakura simply lay there motionless. Her arms ached, her pussy, clitoris and breasts were sore. She was physically and mentally exhasuted. Unfortunately for her, though, Rider had no intention of letting her rest. She stood staring at the exhaused captive for a moment, a sadistic smile on her face, before realising that Sakura simply did not have the emotional energy to move without "encouragement". Picking up the whip she had left on the table, Rider took aim at Sakura's ass and swung the whip, causing Sakura to let out another scream of pain as small cut formed on Sakura's previously-untouched rear.
"Did you not hear what your master ordered? On all fours, now", she barked, sadistically.
The exhausted Sakura, knowing she had to obey or suffer further punishment, gingerly moved her hands from behind her back to her side, and began to push herself up off the floor, the agony etched in her face as she attempted to use her arms, tired from supporting her legs and aching from all the times she had accidentially jolted during her torture. Her legs were almost as exhausted, too, and she found it difficult to push herself up.
Rider watched with amusement and arousal as the clearly-exhausted girl desperately tried to push herself up off the floor with aching arms and legs, enjoying the look of exhaustion and pain in her face. Just as Sakura was finally getting some traction and beginning to push herself up off the floor, Rider sadistically whipped the girl's ass once more.
"I said get up!" she shouted with an evil grin as the girl yelped in pain and collapsed back to the floor from the force of the blow.
Rider was enjoying this immensely. She knew that Sakura would do absolutely anything to avoid going back to her previous torture, and she fully intended to take advantage of her desperation in the most sadistic ways she could find. Sakura, frustrated at Rider's counter-productive actions, began to push herself up once more. Using what strength she could find in her arms and legs, she pushed herself up as quickly as possible, wanting to give Rider as little excuse as possible to hit her once more and send her sprawling back to the ground.
Rider looked on with an aroused smirk as Sakura's face contorted with pain as she desperately pushed herself up, glad to see that the girl was pushing her body through the pain barrier to obey her orders as quickly as possible. This time, somewhat impressed by Sakura's determination and not wanting to upset Emily, Rider allowed the girl to rise up into a crawling position, the weights on her breasts now dangling below her and scraping the floor.
"Keep your back up! I want those weights off the ground", warned Rider, holding the whip menacingly as Emily attached a collar and leash to the captive, tugging it a few times to ensure it would work as designed.
Sakura felt thoroughly humiliated already. She was on all fours and leashed like a dog, her arms and legs still aching and her pussy and clitoris sore, and she was willingly adding to her own torment by keeping the weights up in the air so that her breasts had to suffer the maximum possible amount of pain and stretching. And, she knew worse was to come. Emily was clearly intending to degrade her, and Rider would happily use the whip at any sign of disobedience.
With the collar attached, Emily spoke once more.
"Now then", she said, "as fun as it would be to simply make you crawl over there, I'd like to think we could make it a little more...challenging."
A concerned look came over Sakura's face as she heard the girl's words. What did she have in mind now? Rider, meanwhile, looked on approvingly as Emily bent down behind Sakura, an inflatable sex toy in her hand, her arousal once more dripping down her legs as she watched the next stage of Sakura's torment.
After a few moments of worried anticipation, Sakura yelped as she suddenly felt Emily push something inside her, past her tortured labia and into her pussy, the soreness making them extremely tender, and causing any sort of contact to be painful. Sakura felt herself being filled up by some sort of sex toy, seemingly made up of multiple balls. It was perhaps a little unpleasant, but far less bad than she had expected. Were it not for her extreme soreness and exhaustion, she would likely have found it downright pleasurable.
"Enjoying that?" Emily asked, mockingly. "Well, it gets better."
With that, Sakura felt a sudden pressure on her vaginal walls, as if the device inside her had suddenly grown in size. Her exhausted mind took a few moments to ponder what had happened, before she looked up at her captor, who was now standing in front of her, leash in hand. As expected, Sakura saw a pump, connected to a tube that seemed to run into her pussy.
"Now crawl", Emily said, cutting off Sakura's thoughts.
Knowing she had no choice but to comply, Sakura began to gingerly move her still-sore arms and legs, moving herself slowly along the floor. Rider looked on approvingly as she noticed Emily squeezing the pump each time Sakura crawled forward, stretching the poor girl's insides more and more. After a few proverbial steps, though. Rider became somewhat irritated at Sakura's slow rate of movement.
"Faster!" she yelled, striking Sakura's ass with the whip once more.
The captive yelped, and sped up her motion despite her aching, stiff arms and legs, the stretching sensation in her pussy becoming worse and worse as the toy was inflated further and further. Each movement caused the weights hanging from her breasts to rock, sending further jolts of pain through her body. Sakura felt awful, exhausted, utterly degraded and in pain. And, yet, she dare not disobey, for fear of being put back on the horse and left to suffer for however long her tormentors desired.
