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The Butcheress

The wafting of flesh upon flesh intersecting into a lustful tryst between the two women went on for a time, but the Mengele found her appetites were far vaster than a mere act of grinding could satisfy. The German's feet pressed further against Sakura's face, mid-bucking motion, as it began to pressure her in a far more discomforting way, the sort that would be painful. Bathory didn't make it easy for the Matou to enjoy the act neither, as her grasp over the purple haired girl's legs squeezed, digging into her flesh, and some of her fingers shoving their way hard enough to cause Sakura's skin to split but at a superficial level.

Despite that, the Frau Doktor continued to squeeze further from her fingers against Sakura's legs, clefting it open further and further with a splitting wound forming a nice impression of the German's fingers.

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The Butcheress

Despite Sakura's attempts to defend herself, the Mengele thrust the cattle prod at the unfortunate Matou, and delivered another round of stunning electrocution to her arms. It was enough to deliver motion-stopping voltage into the miserable Sakura, and stun her into a brief few seconds of limp and motionless weakness.

The Butcheress dropped the cattle prod to her side, before grasping Sakura from both her legs, hoisting the purple haired girl over to mesh her crotch against her own, as the Frau Doktor's clothed panty-clad femininity mushed against Sakura's. Despite the awkward angle, this gave a perfect leverage for the cruel German to apply her foot on Sakura's face, as she began to bob the girl's legs around, grating the Matou's wet crotch with the Frau Doktor's own in turn, letting off a few rasps and hisses of delight to the pleasure Bathory felt out of the experience. It was an abuse to Sakura's already sensitive folds that the Frau Doktor took joy in inflicting, and the rubbing itself was smooth and easy, if especially because of the former Tohsaka's lubricated genital.

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The Butcheress

"Fuck me, eh?" The Butcheress quipped back with a grin, before wrenching off both her boots and gloves with a pull, and dropping her trousers past her knees. All those discarded articles of clothes were kicked aside and into a corner, as the Frau Doktor was left in only her pristine white panties, shirt, and an officer's cap as well as black socks. Those same socks were soon removed with a pinch and a pull, before one was tossed aside, and another was thrown at Sakura's face. Those socks smelled heavily of sweat from all that time it accumulated within those jackboots the Butcheress wore.

"If that's your request, then who am I to refuse?" It was pretty clear the Butcheress was mocking Sakura at that point, not even taking her defiance with any seriousness whatsoever.

What little clothing Sakura had on her, it served as some form of modesty even if it didn't cover anything much on the Matou at all. The Mengele approached, and gave Sakura yet another kick to her chin with her bare foot, and then inclined to grasp for Sakura's shirt's collar, before pulling the seams off with a tight pull. The result was the sound of ripping, and the shirt itself ripped into tatters and scattered to the grounds around.

That was the only pause Sakura got before a cattle prod was applied to her chest, electrocuting her for a full few seconds if only to stun her, to which the Frau Doktor would use this opportunity to continue kicking the Matou all over her body. Her feet kicked particularly at Sakura's breast, and snatch, with some of those toe fingers of hers dipping into the purple haired girl's vulva an occasionally few times.

It would be a while before the Butcheress were to stop, she was more eager if anything to listen to Sakura beg for mercy.

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The Butcheress

Sakura's defense came feebly before the Butcheress's ruthless assault, as whatever the Matou tried to block, Bathory brutally beaten through what blocks she could bring up. Whether Sakura used her forearm to shield herself, or her shoulder, or even hands, all of those came bruised and discolored before the savage strikes the Mengele gave out with her fist.

"You WILL kneel, whether you want to or not. Your body is my toy, and I can do whatever I want with it." The German harshly grated out, before she sighed. It was a brief pause, enough for Sakura to try to turn around and crawl away, perhaps gain momentum so she may run, but she was never given such a chance, the Mengele prodded her with the cattle prod, electrocuting her and causing her muscles to go numb. Whatever Sakura kept tight within her bowels, were loosened at that moment between her leg.

The Mengele didn't care for that, giving another kick to Sakura, and yet ANOTHER electrocution. Again and again, she electrocuted Sakura, causing her to convulse with pain just as much as her legs gave out without any more motions into them, making it numb to whatever movements she wants those naked legs to perform.

Huffing and panting, the Mengele snickered at the pathetic sight of Sakura's beaten down form, and chose not to show kindness, but her usual brand of cruelty. She showed her cruelty by clutching against the Matou's hair while she was stunned, before dragging her back to the room. It wouldn't be long before the Frau Doktor flung Sakura back into the room, before she slid on the ground, going into a painful sideway roll, stopping belly up facing the ceiling.

"That was quite the chase... little girl. It was so very nice to get my legs stretched. All it has done was whet my appetite for... more of you." The German remarked with a raspy chortle, a harsh one without any of her usual clinical professionalism. Bathory closed the door behind herself, before giving Sakura's abdomen a kick, and her crotch an electrocuting prodding from the cattle prod. It should give the Mengele enough time to perform her next deed, as she stepped on over to her duffel bag.

Putting the cattle prod aside, she pulled out what appeared to be a pair of manacle restraints, and clapped both rings around both of Sakura's ankles, locking it tight shut enough to bite into the Matou's skin painfully.

"You're a worm, accept that." Calmness returned to the Mengele's tone, and... morbid amusement.

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The Butcheress

Despite hearing Sakura's feet squealching against the ground, slapping against it with every footfall, the Butcheress didn't seem perturbed at all that the Matou was trying to depart. Casually, she plucked out what appeared to be a cattle prod, the sort to taser cows, yet adjusted to work on humans, and turned around with a jovial note in her gait. Her ears were too keen to miss out on Sakura's attempt to escape, and especially the sound of the door opening, despite Sakura's attempts to open it silently. Had it been anyone else, a normal human and the like, they would have missed it. Not the Mengele though, she hasn't missed a single sound.

"Tsk tsk tsk, and here I thought we were making some progress, little girl." The Mengele remarked in a mock-hurt voice, cattle prod still at hand, and turning around just in time to see Sakura stepping out of the door, or rather, her curvy rump specifically. "But I suppose I should beat the bonding between us into you a lot more... intimately." The Frau Doktor stepped out of the room, and began her chase at a steady stride.

When Sakura kept on running, at first, there were no signs of the German. It was quiet, too quiet. Yet, like lubed up lightning, one moment there was no Frau Doktor, and yet the next, a blur loomed behind Sakura. What pains and pleasures Sakura had felt subsided, yet it was replaced by the convulsing shock of a stunning amounts of electricity being applied to the Matou's ass cheek. The Butcheress had caught up behind Sakura, and like a huntress, she had went in for the 'kill.'

"You thought you could run away from me, WORM? That I would not have any countermeasures against you?" The Mengele remarked with a raspy chuckle, as if to delight herself at whatever anguish she could find from Sakura Matou. The German kicked Sakura from her waist, if only to punt her straight for the wall into a slam. "You're not getting away from me, not so easily, and not without my consent. So, worm, KNEEL, and KNEEL like the pig sow that you are."

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The Butcheress

It went for a while, before the Butcheress finally grew tired of her feet being lubricated with saliva, that she would pull her bare feet away after giving Sakura's chin yet ANOTHER kick. It didn't matter to her if the captive girl was enjoying this or not, ultimately, it was the Mengele's inner need to see the former Tohsaka squirm that mattered most. So, with her feet pulled away, the Mengele heads on over to a duffel bag, rifling through her effects at a distance from Sakura, leaving the purple haired girl alone for a moment.

"Now, you stay right over there... for such a good little pet, I may have just the right tool just for you." Bathory went on with a grim amusement in her tone, "A reward for your earnest and worm-like obedience of all things too."

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The Butcheress

The licking went on for a while, the taste of disgusting grime laced against the sole of the Frau Doktor's boots, caked in some blood, among other filth she may have stepped on, could be tasted wholly and fully by Sakura's tongue. It wasn't made easy by the fact that the Mengele persisted in pressing her boots down further on the Matou, until it became painful to her face, and it was once more obvious that she did not care for the Matou's feelings.

After a prolapsed bout of time of licking the filth off her boots, the Mengele delivers another kick to the Matou's belly to send her rolling over to her belly once more.

"Very good, very very good. You have proven yourself most compliant." Bathory surmised with a smile once more. Her tone was getting softer, but like before, it was nowhere near as pleasant as her current demeanor. "But now, I will have to ask you to take off both my boots. Afterwards, I will have to ask you to lick my feet. Perhaps I could indulge in rewarding my pleasure with your pain, it is quite ideal, don't you think?"

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The Butcheress

The Frau Doktor smothered Sakura's face further with the sole of her boot, weighing down on her agonized face as she pressed with further pressure.

"Lick my boots." She orders once more, "Lick it, and smile."

It never occurred to the Frau Doktor that the boot press she had on Sakura's face could hurt, but then again, she had never cared for that much. Pain after all was as stimulating to the Butcheress as pleasure.

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The Butcheress

As Sakura got on her knees, and began to lick the Mengele's shoes, the Frau Doktor pressed the underside of her boots against the Matou's face as she licked it. All the dirt, all the filth, whatever grimy thing the Mengele stepped on, Sakura was licking it, and licking it all from the underside of her boots.

That wasn't the end of it though, as the Frau Doktor retracted her feet away from Sakura's mouth, interrupting her licking. Without another word of warning or the like, the German sprung her lung up and kicked Sakura in the belly to roll her over facing up, and even then, Bathory pressed the sole of her boot against Sakura's face, grinding hard against it, giggling with glee all the while.

The kick itself was harsh, and it came with a sharp audible smack against naked flesh, it was nowhere near as kindly as the tone the Butcheress gave out.

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The Butcheress

It was not clear if the Mengele actually brought Sakura's statement or not, which in truth, the Frau Doktor was skeptical of the Matou's intentions if only ever so briefly, only to finally work on releasing those bonds. She wasn't really worried about what the purple haired girl could do, the German could dominate her after all, whether it was physically, or otherwise, which was why she didn't feel in any way threatened by the prospect the Matou could escape. She has a trump card over her after all.

"It is so good to see a subject cooperative for a change. Most times they are quite panicky and distrustful of my intentions." The Mengele remarked sweetly enough despite being all sour in her methods, before pulling out her finger from the Matou, and disentangling the straps from each of her limb extremities. Soon enough, the Matou would be free to step out of her bonds. "Be a good girl and kiss my boot, would you now? The sole to be more precise."

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The Butcheress

The caressing, painful as much as pleasurable as it were, continued for a while. The Mengele continued to ravish the Matou's body with her fingers, continued to invade the oral confines of the former Tohsaka's mouth with her tongue and teeth, and continued to mulch kissing her mouth, enjoying every taste of the captive girl. Yet, for all good things that must go on for her, some things MAY have to come to an end. Not in the Frau Doktor's case though, as she only saw this as the start of something more. Pulling away, the Mengele scraped the Matou's tongue with her teeth, licking some of the blood smear off her unmasked face, smiling. She never stopped fingering Sakura painfully, pressing on her soppy and miserably pleasured folds with her gloved fingers.

"Tell me, if I were to release you, will you prove cooperative to me?" The Frau Doktor asked in a pleasant tone despite her actions proving the contrary. She continues. "Because as I see it, you are a very delicious girl, so very delicious, that I would want more of you, but if you were to prove uncooperative... then, I might have to remind you as to the consequences of such. So, give me an answer, little girl. Will you, or will you not?"

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The Butcheress

As the kissing continued on, the Mengele's fingers left that poor abused clitoris after its agony, and slipped those fingers straight into the former Tohsaka's wilting and wanting soppy folds, hooking against it as she caressed those insides briefly. Afterwards, the Frau Doktor hooked her fingers upwards, and began to tug against the edge of the Matou's femininity close to the clitoris, pulling against it, and pulling hard, pressing with pressure against the walling of the nude prisoner's carnal caverns. The kiss continued despite that, and the Mengele's teeth clenched tighter, piercing more of the captive purple haired girl's tongue skin layer with a relish for more of her blood's taste.

Bathory Mengele wanted Sakura to feel helpless, to feel as if her body was not hers to control, but in fact the Doktor's to manipulate. To take away whatever agency she had, and to give her pleasure where unwanted. The Frau Doktor wanted to see Sakura broken, and she wanted her compliant for her probing. Teasing and having fun along the way to the Mengele was just a bonus in fact, and she enjoyed it, thoroughly.

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The Butcheress

The twisting continued to pervade Sakura constantly, whether it was clockwise or counter clockwise, just to give the Matou further misery. The Frau Doktor took the opportunity to do something rather painful when she twisted the clitoris just hard enough to be downright agonizing. In this case, that something was clamping down her teeth on Sakura's tongue as she extended that out, screaming. Her bite was digging into the Matou's tongue, pinching it sharp and hard enough to leak blood. The Mengele caressed her tongue against Sakura's, licking it, and tasting every part of it as much as the blood that gave it a new kind of zest...

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The Butcheress

It was a brief break that the Butcheress allowed Sakura, before she would indulge in imposing the same arduous trials of agony on the miserable purple haired girl once more. The German twists the clitoris once again in the same manner, but in a different direction, contorting it hard and as cruelly as she did before. The whole affair made her legs shift, and her pants soiled with a dab of dampness, the Mengele was feeling wet, and she enjoyed the Matou's ministration.

All the while twisting her clitoris, she leans in, and plants her lips against Sakura's in a kiss, eager to hear her screams muffle into her own mouth that kissed Sakura's.

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The Butcheress

Still tugging against the clitoris, overly stimulated with lust and arousal, as it seemed the Matou was getting off of a cruel stranger's sexual teasing, the Mengele reaches for the blindfold she placed on Sakura's eyes, and pulled it off her. The Frau Doktor wanted the girl to see the exact extent of what will happen to her, and let her sight fill the blanks for her imagination on what the Frau Doktor would do. It was pretty clear that the German had no longer worn her surgical mask, her face was exposed, and it was if anything, unblemished aside from a few spatters of blood along her pink lips.

"Would you kindly scream for me, pig?" Despite such a polite request, the cruel Mengele contorted the pearl of the Matou's genital, her clitoris, into a very painful twist, practically forcing it along into a certain contortion and holding it within that twist for a while, before releasing it. She watched Sakura with the anticipation her pain will give out very obviously, in just as much as her arousal.

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