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Velvet Room (NSFW, NSFBdoom)

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Cherry Lover:
Captive Sakura

Sakura slowly began to open her eyes as she gradually adjusted to the light, only to be confronted by the sight of her captor approaching, whip in hand. Sakura knew what was likely to come but, nevertheless, she made no effort to resist as the sadistic woman pushed her down onto her back before kicking her legs wide apart, knowing that any resistance would only serve to increase her suffering.

Sakura mostly ignored her captor's comment, knowing by now that her supposed failure was just an excuse to inflict more pain, instead bracing herself for the attack she knew was to come. Nevertheless, as the end of the whip hit its target, she let out an agonised howl of pain, her most sensitive organ burning as the whip cut into it.

The strike was followed by two more, each eliciting a similar agonised scream from the captive, before the sadistic woman spoke again, castigating her prisoner once more. Despite the obvious nonsense of her demands, Sakura nevertheless knew that her only option was to apologise. So, her face screwed-up from the pain still coursing through her, she addressed the sadistic woman.

"S..sorry, Mistress", she said, the fear evident in her voice. "I..I've been a bad slave, p..please punish me."

Sakura, of course, didn't believe a word of what she was saying. She had done nothing wrong and she certainly did not want yet more pain. But, she knew that, to minimise her suffering and maximise the chance of escaping, she had to give the sadistic woman what she wanted, and what she wanted was submission and subservience.

Amos-Die:
The Butcheress

Naturally the Butcheress regarded Sakura with a stony expression, before snorting derisively. She didn't exactly care much for such words right now, instead, she brought up her heel and pressed it into Sakura's snatch. The heel pressed into those folds, slipping inside briefly before pulling out. She pressed her heeled foot next on the breast, before letting the high heel flick against the purple haired one's left nipple. The sensation should be heightened, unbearably so, with all those motions, though slight, would have been magnified immensely because of the aphrodisiac.

"Then... I want you to lick this." Bathory drawled in her thick German accent. "Lick the underside of my boot with your tongue. Clean it, and leave not a spot untouched. Do it."

Cherry Lover:
Captive Sakura

Sakura moaned with pain as her captor's foot pressed down on her sensitive folds, the heel of her boot entering the girl and stretching her painfully open. Then, the torment continued, the boot pushing down on her sensitive breasts, crushing them with the sadistic woman's weight and causing her to screw her face up and moan once more, before she flicked her heel across the girl's sensitive nipple, eliciting another moan, this one with a tinge of pleasure to go with the pain.

Then, having showed her dominance, the Nazi made her usual demand, ordering Sakura to clean her boot. By now, the captive girl was used to this demand, and she immediately got to work, doing her best to ignore the disgusting taste as she licked the underside of the boot clean, her face screwing up from the unpleasant taste as she did so.

Amos-Die:
The Butcheress

Sakura would find the taste of the boots filled with a cocktail of unsavoury flavours, ranging from her own feminine juices, the taste of grime that came from stepping on the floor, and for some odd reason, the state of sterilized fluids that would no doubt make her dizzy, as if intoxicated on booze, but it was mild by comparison. This would go on without the Butcheress acting, but the woman turned more and more incensed as she watched her prisoner indulge her tastebud with the flavour of her soles. She did not let a smile appear on her face, this was not something she wanted to reward, this was something she expected to be done without question instead.

"Gut." Came her interjected German, it would be understandable to those well versed in English anyways. "Now... bite hard and try to take off my boot with your teeth. Do it in..." She pulled back the sleeve of her uniform top, revealing a watch on her forearm. It was a necessity given she wore long gloves. "One minute. I'll be timing you." She never took off her eyes from the watch as she ordered this.

Cherry Lover:
Captive Sakura

Sakura continued to perform her disgusting task as instructed, cleaning off the boot thoroughly even as she felt herself becoming a little light-headed. The taste of the grime and of her own juices covered her tongue, causing her to wince with disgust, but nevertheless she continued, frightened of what the punishment would be for disobedience, until her captor finally acknowledged her efforts with a simple "gut", indicating to her that she should stop.

Unfortunately, though, there was no respite for her. Instead, she was given another order. Sakura shuddered momentarily as she heard the sadistic woman's demand, knowing that it was all-but-impossible, but that she would nevertheless be harshly punished for her failure. Even so, she moved to obey, knowing that to refuse outright would draw an even worse punishment, clamping her teeth around the top of the boot.

At first, she made a genuine effort, tugging down on the boot and inching it slowly downwards but, as her teeth began to hurt and she realised the futility of it, she began to lose motivation. Still, she knew she needed to at least appear to be trying, so she tugged down on the boot, trying not to cause herself too much unnecessary pain or damage, waiting with apprehension for the confirmation of her failure.

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