(OOC: more torture stuff)
Rider and Sakura
Rider continued to sit on top of Sakura, panting heavily as she came down from her orgasm, a sadistic smile on her face from the knowledge that Sakura's failure would earn her yet more torment. Sakura, meanwhile, continued to moan from the pain she was in and from the pleasure of the dildo still vibrating inside her.
After a few moments, Emily pulled back from Rider, grinning at the defeated captive, exciting Rider further.
"That'll be enough, Rider", she said. "Next up will be something a bit more old-fashioned. Prepare a rack."
A bright smile came across Rider's face on hearing those words. She knew that the rack was an exceptionally nasty torture device and, whilst they likely wouldn't go all-out on Sakura due to the damage that doing so would cause, nevertheless she expected the prisoner to suffer agonising pain. For Sakura, meanwhile, the same realisation caused her to put on a look of pure terror. The now-very-enthusiastic Rider climbed off the captive and headed for the rack, finally releasing her legs and allowing her weary body to rest for a moment before the next torture, looking back and enjoying the horrified look on the prisoner's face as she did so.
Whilst Rider was preparing the device for use on Sakura, the captive girl felt her arms and legs grabbed by the vines once more, pulling on them until she was restrained once more, spread-eagled on the bed. Then, her captor went around removing all of the various items that had been used in her prior torment. She began, frustratingly, by pulling out the vibrator that was still pleasuring Sakura, denying her even the slight pleasure of being allowed to orgasm in return for all of the pleasure her captors were gaining from her torment. Then, to Sakura's greater relief, she deflated and removed the extremely-uncomfortable device that had been plugging up Sakura's ass, before finally removing the nipple clamps that had been attached for so long. Sakura hissed with pain as blood rushed back into her tortured nipples, before she lay back on the bed, now mentally and physically exhausted.
Emily, however, had other ideas. Crawling on top of Sakura, she addressed the captive girl once more.
"You know", she said, "You're probably a bit tired by now. Understandable, honestly. If not for a rather useful ability, I'm fairly sure I'd be exhausted myself. However, if you're tired, it tends to dull the pain a bit."
With that, the girl bent down, her face inches from Sakura's. Her prisoner trembled slightly as she pondered what might happen next. However, to her surprise, Emily made no direct effort to torment her further. Instead, she simply pointed out that she did not wish for Sakura's tiredness to dull her pain, before bending in and kissing the captive directly on the lips.
As soon as Emily kissed her, Sakura suddenly felt rejuvinated. She was still highly sexually frustrated and in some amount of pain from her prior torture, but the aching in her arms was gone, as was the aching in her legs. And, further, she felt totally alert, as if she'd just had a long, restful sleep to wash away all of the tiredness her long session on the horse had caused. However, despite feeling much better, Sakura could only think of what Emily had said. This had not been an act of mercy, after all, her captor had simply wanted to ensure she suffered the maximum possible amount during her time on the rack. And, indeed, with that, Emily turned to address Rider.
"She's ready, Rider", Emily said, climbing up off the captive. "Put her on the rack."
Rider, who had been busy preparing the device, walked back over to the bed with a smile on her face. Sakura, meanwhile, put some of her new-found energy to work in a desperate effort to convince her servant not to put her through yet more horrific torture.
"No, Rider, please!" she said as the servant grabbed hold of her, the vines releasing their grip just as soon as she did so.
Rider simply smiled sadistically, and ignored her pleas, carrying her over to the torture device. It had a wooden frame, with only occasional cross-beams which provided some level of support to the prisoner's back whilst leaving plenty of access to Sakura's underside. Laying the struggling girl down face up, Rider quickly bound Sakura's hands and legs to the chains at the top and bottom of the device, before turning the crank until there was no further slack, leaving Sakura bound, her legs pulled slightly apart by the design of the device. Then, her work finished, Rider stepped back to admire the view, enjoying watching the captive's beautiful body begin to sweat as she contemplated the agony that was to come.
"Rider... please...", Sakura said, but Rider simply smirked at her sadistically.
"She is ready, master", Rider said, turning to address Emily.
