Velvet Room (NSFW, NSFBdoom)

[Cherry Lover]

This thread is for posting RP scenes which do not fit within the Cross Effects universe.

[Cherry Lover]

Captive Sakura

Sakura groaned as she sat on the cold stone floor of the pitch-black basement, disoriented and frightened, her body still aching from the torments that had been inflicted upon her over the last few days and her mind addled by the sensitivity-increasing drugs in her food and water. She honestly wasn't sure what was worse, the isolation and drugging of her imprisonment or the cruel tortures her captor inflicted upon her seemingly on a whim.

Shivering, the girl could do nothing but wait for her sadistic captor to return once more, to inflict yet more pain and abuse upon her.

[Amos-Die]

The Butcheress

For the past few days, the deranged surgeon had taken to keeping her captive under her tight control, keeping her cooper up, and observing her side project. It was of a result she knew rather well, but all the same she had done it out of, suffice to say, boredom and innate sadism. For the time being, she had a decent breakfast, it was morning, but in the basement, time would have little meaning there, what with it practically being isolated from all semblances of time, the occupant within unable to tell if it were night or day, midday or dusk, and so on and so forth.

Garbed in her raiment, an officer's uniform in immaculate white, and a cleaned medical apron, large gloves, surgical mask and her cap, she fixed her clothes before taking with her a wheeled table into the room proper. She opened the door, before closing it behind herself. It was the only source of light that came into the room.

Soon, she reached over to flick the light switch, and overhead the lamp shined a blinding light in the once pitch black room, no doubt it would be somewhat painful to gaze at after hours at a time spent in complete and utter darkness.

"I see you have been adjusting rather well to my regimen, Fraulein." Came the thick, German accented English from Sakura's tormentor as she stood by the closed door, wheeled table by her side. "Which is good. I do not tolerate obstinacy nor stubbornness to what I prescribe. Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"

[Cherry Lover]

Captive Sakura

Sakura recoiled as the light suddenly shined into her eyes, painfully blinding her for a few moments before she was able to screw them tightly shut. Shivering from fear and from the cold, she heard her tormentor address her and knowing that resistance would only bring even greater suffering, she responded.

"W..what do you want from me, mistress?" she said, knowing all-too-well what the answer was likely to be.

[Amos-Die]

The Butcheress

The blonde surgeon of terror looked down on the purple haired Japanese woman, and found herself licking her lips from behind her surgical mask, appreciating the sight, the quivering mess she left behind, all those marks of torture she indulged... it was a thing of beauty. She pulled the table on and over, before picking up a horse whip. It should serve as an adequate tool for what may follow soon... personally, she thought that Sakura did well to defer to her as a superior, but then that wouldn't do if she let the Matou get too complacent.

So, without another question, she approaches Sakura, places the tip of her heeled boot against the Matou's shoulder, and shoves her back with a kick, soon, her foot then plants itself on either thighs, and kicks them aside in a wide spread.

"That is not how you should address me." Bathory Mengele brought out in her thick German accented English. Without preamble nor warning, she struck Sakura between her legs, whipping her across her snatch as the end of the horsewhip stung the purple haired one's clitoris. It was done thrice. "It should be you begging me for more of this. I will not have you ask me what I want, because it is obvious what I desire." She harshly ground out.

[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.

[Amos-Die]

The Butcheress

It was a Sisyphian task, what with Sakura having to tug off the boots with but her teeth when it was snugly fitted around Bathory's feet. The boot refused to budge much aside from a few inches, a futile task that Sakura's teeth could not manage besides that. In itself, it was admirable that she could budge the boots only a few inches, but it was not the way Bathory had seen this, not by any measure. Her face was the image of calmness, she did not show much of an emotion, and it helped she had her surgical mask on obscuring her emotions. She merely looked at Sakura in a flat manner, before reaching her fingers over to the edge of her boots, only to tug it back on...

And then with the sole of her boot, she shoved it at Sakura's face and shoved her back with a mighty push.

Soon, she walked on over to the table and pulled out a candle stick from its top, and from her pocket -- a lighter. There was a sinew sticking out of the candle stick, one where one would light it up, which she did just that with her lighter, before walking on over to Sakura with a lit candle. With neither prompt nor a word, she shoved Sakura to the ground with her feet again, almost kicking her, before planting said sole on her throat. The Butcheress had no inclinations of mercy for the Matou, not by any means.

She waited for the candle to start melting before tipping said candle on over to drip wax on Sakura's breasts. Red wax, they were, droplets of them fell onto the purple haired one's mounds, some had hit that, and others had landed on her nipples.

Bathory merely regaled her sight with anticipation of the Matou's agony.

[Cherry Lover]

Captive Sakura

Sakura watched with fearful anticipation as the sadistic surgeon moved to undo her hard work, looking at her flatly, a look which Sakura knew meant that a harsh punishment was soon to be coming. And, sure enough, the boot was shoved in Sakura's face, causing her to fall back onto her rear, leaving her to watch as her captor pulled out a candle from the table and lit it, before walking back to her frightened but resigned captive.

Immediately after, Sakura felt the boot push against her once more, kicking her to the ground painfully before pressing down slightly on her throat, leaving her pinned helplessly, struggling to breathe. Then, without any hint of mercy, the sadistic woman tipped the candle, dripping the hot wax on the captive girl's sensitive breasts. Immediately, a burning pain shot through Sakura, causing the helpless girl to let out pained moans, her face screwed up in agony. Occasionally, a drop of wax fell on her nipples, causing the captive to elicit a louder scream of pain. Gradually, as the torture continued without mercy, tears began to come to Sakura's eyes, but she knew that begging was pointless, so she kept her mouth shut and tried to deal with the pain as best as she could.

[Amos-Die]

The Butcheress

Sakura would not be able to see this, unless she really peeled her eyes, but Bathory smiled. She felt an odd tingling at her crotch as her prisoner suffered miserably. Bathory Mengele licked her lips behind her mask once more as her prisoner seemed to find the experience intolerable, and she could see this, she could see this very clearly. The Butcheress loved this feeling, she loved watching it, and out of a desire to deny her prisoner any sight of her own arousal, she refused to touch herself at the sight, but it was obvious she enjoyed this for the way her eyes lit up in delight at the Matou's misery.

The blonde woman tilted the candle, and still, droplets went down, trickling on the sensitive if not ample breasts with heated fluids that scorched upon touch. It would not give the former Tohsaka any refuge for even a second. Afterwards, the Nazi woman sets aside the candle on a nearby surface, and leaves it standing on its base, torch wick still on fire.

The blonde slipped her surgical mask off below her chin, and revealed her face. It was by no means disfigured, nor in any way ugly, her lower face was fair looking, although it seemed her lips were thinner than most, giving her the appearance of being austere, but no less fair for it. It helped hide the monster that did not deserve to wear such a beautiful skin.

Going on her knee, the Butcheress grasped Sakura by her throat, and squeezed, and she squeezed hard with her right palm. The blonde brings the former Tohsaka close, and once she was, the Nazi Doctor licks at Sakura's face, licking off her tears whilst wearing a grin.

[Cherry Lover]

Captive Sakura

Sakura continued to moan helplessly as her sadistic captor dripped more and more wax onto her sensitive breasts, tears beginning to flow freely. Despite the pain she was in, she could clearly see that the cruel woman was enjoying her misery, not that she would have doubted it, given the woman's previous actions.

The torture continued for some time more until, finally, her captor had had enough and, to Sakura's relief, placed the candle down nearby. However, Sakura knew that her torment would not end here, and she steeled herself for more misery. She watched on helplessly as the admittedly-attractive Nazi slipped off the mask she wore, before getting down on her knee and grasping hold of her prisoner's throat. Despite her preparedness, Sakura still couldn't help but gasp for air as the sadist squeezed her throat harshly, pulling Sakura up towards her. Then, to Sakura's disgust, the woman began to lick at her tears, grinning cruelly as she did so.

[Amos-Die]

The Butcheress

The Torture-Surgeon was a rather strong woman. Well strong enough to lift Sakura up with a hand along her throat. She did so when she stood up, bringing her captive up with her. The Butcheress held her out, pressing her thumb along the Matou's throat, and she pressed down hard, constricting her airways. She parts her face away from her prisoner's face, licking her lips wet in relish.

"Try to breathe, Fraulein." She mocked.

Soon, she eased her thumb from Sakura's throat after pressing it down hard, and likewise she eased her grapple over her throat. It seemed a mercy, yet the Butcheress had other plans. She waited for Sakura to try to swallow as much air as possible, if she could, before balling up a fist from her free hand. With a powerful pound, her knuckles impacted against Matou's belly with force enough to take the air out of her and afterwards? The Nazi Doktor leaned in to seal Sakura's lips with a kiss. Her tongue invaded the purple haired girl's mouth, licking every recesses greedily... denying her the opportunity to breathe air that she sorely needed.

The blonde kept at this, watching the Matou with wide open eyes for her reaction as she violates her mouth with that forceful kiss.