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Captor Sascha

In truth, Sascha was merely screwing around with Sakura as much as she can, deriving enjoyment out of paradoxes, and to see just how far she has to push her before she wells up some sort of defiance once more. It would just let Sascha beat her down all the more brutally as an excuse, not that she needed one in the first place. The kiss lingered on longer than it should have been, before Sascha pulled her mouth away, breaking the kiss, and shoved Sakura to the ground...

She had some malicious intention in mind, and it was pretty clear it involved the bottle.

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Captor Sascha

And once more, like before, Sascha clutches Sakura from the back of her head, and stands up soon afterwards, as if the whole command didn't matter in the first place. She dragged the Matou from her purple hair, bringing her along on her rump towards the torture table, before grasping for a bottle herself with a free hand. Sascha bit against the cork on the bottle, popping it open, before spitting the cork aside, then she drinks a portion of the content without swallowing it down her gullet. Placing the bottle of Schnapps back on the surgical table, she looks down back on over to Sakura, and lifts her up from her hair still, until the two were at eye level from one another. Then, with a sadistic smile, Sascha leans in and kisses Sakura on her lips, pressing her soft lips against Sakura's own bruised and wounded lips, red with blood.

Soon enough, Sakura could feel booze flowing into her mouth, and the accompanying burn that would seep into her wounds. Sascha didn't care, she only continued to kiss harder in light of that, running her tongue along the confines of the former Tohsaka's oral cavities.

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Captor Sascha

Whilst Sakura continued to be agonized by the pain of Sascha's bite, as her teeth sunk into Sakura's lips, the East German continues to bite down harder. The Ghoul's teeth began to tear into Sakura's bottom lips, yet it relaxed soon after, leaving a clefted gash, not too large, yet certainly nowhere small, to ooze out blood. Blood that the mercenary woman sucked on, sipping out of Sakura's mouth saliva as well as the crimson vitae of blood, as the Ghoulish woman moaned in delight to the taste, not only of blood, but of the Matou's flesh. Some parts of Sakura's lip skin in between Sascha's teeth, which was promptly swallowed by the predatory torturer.

"Mmm... for a filthy tart, you sure taste delicious." The mercenary woman remarks, before shoving Sakura's face away from hers with a quick push of her palm against the Matou's temple. "Now then... that being settled, lick my feet, and work your way up once again, Schlampe."

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Captor Sascha

Sascha resisted the urge to shudder and coo in delight lest Sakura gets the impression she actually enjoys this... which Sascha does. But as the captor, she had to set a standard, in this case, have an overly thick skin. As Sakura worked her way up her leg, the East German grasped the purple haired girl from the back of her hair, tightly, very tightly. Her other hand balls up into a fist, and soon enough, she slams her knuckles into Sakura's belly.

The Ghoul wanted to see Sakura gasp and open her mouth wide, and enjoy the simmering pain that would inevitably follow, especially with the drugs coursing through the former Tohsaka's body. Once her fist collided against Sakura's belly, Sascha pulled Sakura in close forcefully, and planted her mouth against hers briefly, mulching and tasting the oral cavities of the Matou. This went on a while, as saliva went soppy wet, and moist, intermingling with the Matou's mouth as much as Bohn took in some of Sakura's saliva.

The hot sauce made her feel like her mouth was on fire, but this only drove her all the more desperate to taste Sakura more, so, the mercenary woman bites down on the Matou's lips hard with her teeth, enough to draw blood, yet not enough to tear into them too much to a point it may be life threatening. Sascha's kiss only continued, as she began to taste some of Sakura's fresh, copper-tasting blood with a delightful coo of enjoyment.

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Captor Sascha

Sakura's offer was met with an appraising gaze from Sascha, as she considered her stance on the matter. Well, on one hand, she's rather aroused, but on the other hand... the East German didn't want to expose her vulnerable side when she inevitably climaxes. Her lips twitch, and a look of slight apprehension comes over the mercenary woman, before she exhales deeply, letting that uncertainty out with her breath.

"Tch, fine." Sascha practically grumbled at this point, ultimately going along with the whole charade, as she found herself in dire need of something to relieve her, not that she can't do it on her own, but Sakura's insistence on the matter made it all the more bemusing despite Sascha's apprehension. "But I want a show at this point. Finger yourself the whole time, and then lick my feet. Afterwards, work your way up my leg. Mess up... and well, you know the song and dance, Schwanzlutscher."

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Captor Sascha

Despite Sakura's success, she was still too slow in the task as she pulled off the East German's leggings with some proficiency. Exposing the Ghoul's slender legs to the Matou, and particularly the drab, if not tasteless white panties that she wore on her legs, hiding nethers from the former Tohsaka's view. It was notably moist with some dampness around her crotch, framing around the lips of her budding femininity, as its form was outlined through the pair of panties.

Sascha figured to merely punish Sakura once more with a quick kick to her face, particularly her jaw, before sighing, shaking her head as if disappointed with the Matou's efforts as a whole. The kick would have throttled Sakura's head a bit, and cause her to lose motor functions if only briefly, but nothing of a permanent nature.

"Too slow, tsk tsk tsk, just too damn slow." The East German chides, shaking her head. She rests her cheeks on her knuckles, and stared at Sakura, scrutinizing every aspect of her with a judging gaze, and what Sascha found was wanting. Despite her judgement, the mercenary woman smiles, there was no warmth behind it as always. "Now what to do... what to do with you. I am growing bored, Schlampe, and I was thinking perhaps I should just chop you up into pieces." She suggested, truthfully Sascha didn't want to go that far, at least not particularly seeing she still wanted to pull off some other tortures on the poor Matou. Yet, the cruel torturer gave some hook to her sinker. "BUT, just this once, I am open to suggestions. Tell me, how will you entertain me, Fraulein? Fail to satisfy me, and perhaps I'll find entertainment out of you, one wound at a time."

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Autumn-chan:

"Soviets?" Autumn incredulously asked, "That fell apart five hundred years before I was even built!

"Besides," she began upon seeing her squadron re-approaching them, "Longswords are Misriah Corporation. They are as much Martian as I am."

Sascha

Another blank stare was given to Autumn, incredulous in as much ways as the very heavy girl, all the while the mercenary woman continued her stride towards... wherever it was the 'shipgirl' led her. The Ghoul didn't think there would be much headway made in making the 'ship'girl see how... hopelessly fictional her accounts are. All of which belongs to the realms of sci-fi, after all.

"Would be a nice thing if the Soviets fell, 'five hundred years' ago, but news flash, they're still around, waging some war in Afghanistan last I heard." Sascha retorted back with another shrug, slurring in her usual German accented English. "And huh... corporate, eh? I didn't figure they had the money to construct... those miniature unmanned aerial vehicles of sorts. Still a bit doubtful on the Martian part though, Fraulein. That... is too fantastic for me to swallow and believe."

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Captor Sascha

Despite Sakura's haste, Sascha mocked a look of impatience on her expression, and stared at Sakura's progression of pants unlatching. It was arduous if anything, but rather poignant, if especially because of her determination and fear of punishment. The East German figured she can't have that (particularly if Sakura doesn't make mistakes) anyways, so she glared rather obviously at the purple haired girl to drive a wedge of terror into her.

"Fraulein, are you trying to test my patience?" The sadistic Ghoul asked in a polite tone. "Because this is a good way to test my patience. I was thinking perhaps... I'll have to offer some incentives to speed up." Sascha cracked her knuckles a few times, letting the audible popping sound resound loudly for Sakura to hear.

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Captor Sascha

Sascha giggled, Sakura's reaction and agony was clear to her, and she found the expression a delicious thing on the Matou's face. She leaned in, and kissed Sakura on her nose tip, before clapping her cheek twice with her palm.

"Tell me, do you want me to do worse to you?" The Ghoul remarked easily enough, as if she would do such a thing without a second thought. The thing is... she really would. It didn't really matter to her, at this point, this was just a rhetorical question. It was a given the mercenary woman would do horrid things to Sakura. "If not, then I want you to remove my trousers with your teeth. Bite through my skin, and you'll lose your teeth, and maybe your jaw."

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Captor Sascha

Sascha shoved the dildo further down Sakura's throat, going past her gag reflexes, and leaving the inappropriately flaccid sexual object in the purple haired girl's gullet. The East German keeps it there a while, if only to obstruct the Matou's breathing passages, before yanking the piece out finally, if only to observe Sakura's desperate reaction for air with some naked amusement, and mild boredom.

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Captor Sascha

Yanking out the now smeared dildo in both, hot sauce lubricant and sexual release juices, Sascha grappled Sakura's jaw, squeezing it wide open from her bottom lip, before shoving the dildo, which should at least still have some hot sauce still smeared on it, into her mouth. There was no respite nor any break given to the purple haired girl.

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Captor Sascha

Sakura's ministration brought joy to Sascha, as the song and dance goes, which kept festering some sort of arousal in the Ghoul. Her legs shift, and her crotch grow moist and damp with lust, and all of that originated from watching the Matou's suffering grow all the more palpable with every pains she screamed out.

It was pretty clear to Sascha the more she stared, that Sakura was beginning to reach the cusp of her climax, her folds were growing all the more wet and soppy. So, Sascha approaches Sakura, snatches the dildo out of the desperate former Tohsaka's grasp, harshly. The purple haired girl's rectum was inflamed red and raw, yet it had a taste of the hot sauce. Sakura's wet entrance did not. To rectify that, Sascha shoved the dildo without preamble nor indication of her intent, as far as possible into Sakura's snatch. Shoving it deep up to her cervix, letting the spiked bumpy ends caress against Sakura's carnal caverns... only to pull that dildo back.

The mercenary woman giggled in delight, only to push the dildo piece deep inside again, only to pull, and then to push in that rhythm. Leaving no inch of Sakura's snatch cavern untouched with the horrendously hot lubricant currently smearing the sex-toy.

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Captor Sascha

Sascha didn't really bother to believe Sakura, earnest or not, if she meant her words in either cases. So, she approaches the table, picking up what appeared to be a bottle of some sort. A sauce bottle, more precisely. Sascha twists the lid around, unlidding the sauce bottle, before sniffing the noxious fumes of stinging crisp, she could smell the sheer scoville rating on the fluids... it caused her nostrils to tingle. She brings the bottle on over to what appeared to be a dildo on the table, it was long, purple, wholly inappropriate and beaded with some semi-spikes. Protruded enough in pointy bumps to be felt in entry, yet blunt enough not to cut skin.

"You'll do anything I say, eh?" Sascha repeated with a growing crescent of a grin. She pours some of the hot sauce all over the floppy dildo, letting it soak throughout the tip, before chucking the length over to Sakura. If Sakura grasped the lubed up end of the dildo smeared in hot sauce, she could feel her skin burn from making contact with the seasoning. Sascha places the bottle back on the table. "I am not that thoughtless, as you'd know. If you're really sincerely sorry, then I will forgive you if you were to say... stick that up your asshole. Play with it, and enjoy. You did say you were going to do anything I ask, after all." That saccharine sweet tone of Sascha's was as sincere as her mercy for Sakura. Practically non-existent.

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Captor Sascha

Sascha satisfied herself with another lash to Sakura's back, coming harder than the last few beatings the former Tohsaka had to endure. It left the pristine skin on Sakura's back raw and angry, forming an impression of the cane's shape, and with it, discoloration that came with bruising. Bohn kept on going a few more times, as she watched for Sakura's expression, and to gauge the sincerity of her apology, not that she cared for it to begin with.

"Just how sorry ARE you?" Sascha posed, pressing her foot on the back of Sakura's head, as the East German made her kiss the floor... oh the pleasure of seeing someone once defiant grovel, and admit to be something they hate most is quite exciting to the Ghoul to witness. She could not help but want more of this.

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Captor Sascha

When Sakura presented her hands, expecting a lighter punishment than what Sascha had in mind... the East German could not help but smile to the girl's gullibility. The Ghoul did not buy for a moment that Sakura liked the punishment... her smile seemed too awkward, strained if anything, and her eyes do not betray joy found in a smile. Well, there is always a chance for her to break down the girl, and whatever will she had in resisting the pain with some more of it. So, Sascha steps up to Sakura, looming over her, before swatting harshly with her cane once...

She did not swat the Matou's hand. In fact, Sascha swatted for the girl's back with a quick, painful lash. The Ghoul plants her barefoot on the purple haired girl's head, and shoves her down to the ground with one quick push with her foot, before continuing to lash Sakura a couple of times all over her body. The cane whipped across the side of the Matou's breast, the side of her thigh and glutes, her abdomen, and one even found its way on her cheek.

"Du kleine Schlampe, just HOW do you exactly intend to fix my socks that you fucking TORE OFF?!" Sascha bellowed out harshly in her guttural voice, agitated yet in truth, it was merely an act on her part. She was enjoying every bit of the unrelenting assault of cane beating she gave to Sakura, and could not for the life of her, care about some measly socks. She's had to make do with worse conditions and wear in her mercenary days.

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