Shirouless Sakura
Sakura's screams continued as he continued to violate her mercilessly, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper as he began to groan louder, her ass reddening as he continued to hit her with as much force as he could manage. Her arousal was gradually growing, but his was growing far faster and, soon, he was on the verge of orgasm. With one final groan, he forced himself into her for the last time, his length pulsing as he released his seed into her. After a few seconds, he relaxed, remaining inside her for a few more moments before pulling out and getting up off the bed.
Sakura, now free of his grasp, turned onto her side and lay there, his sticky fluids leaking out of her abused asshole. She felt humiliated, degraded and frustrated from her lack of release, fearful of what sort of humiliation or torture he might have in mind for her next. She could hear him preparing something, but with her hands bound and eyes blindfolded she had no way of determining what he was up to, so she simply lay there and awaited her fate. Soon enough, she heard him returning from whatever he had been doing. Grabbing hold of her hair and dragging her to her feet in his usual manner, he addressed her.
"Come on, up you get", he muttered, dragging her over towards a wall and attaching a set of manacles around her ankles. "Just walk across the room to me".
Eh, what? Sakura thought, confused by the supposedly-simple task he was demanding of her.
Guessing that there had to be something more sinister behind his motives, Sakura hesitated for a few moments until, suddenly, she felt a rough-feeling rope pulled up between her legs, wedging itself between her folds. It felt moderately uncomfortable as it was, but the friction from walking over it would feel significantly worse.
Sakura felt somewhat conflicted. She had no desire to be a willing participant in her own torture but, at the same time, she knew her punishment for refusing would likely be severe. Then again, finishing quickly was likely not in her interests either, since some other torment would surely follow. So, she decided to stay put and compose herself for a little while, handling the discomfort from the rope pushing into her with little difficulty.
However, after a few moments, her captor, clearly somewhat displeased with her refusal to immediately obey, gave the rope a sharp tug upwards, causing it to dig into Sakura's sensitive folds. She let out a moan of pain and, realising her situation was hopeless, she began to move slowly forwards as soon as the rope was lowered once more. A grimace of pain formed on her face as the rope began to chafe on her sensitive areas, the friction only slightly diminshed by the wetness that remained from her previous ordeal.
Aware that moving faster would bring her more pain and would only result in her reaching the next torture sooner, Sakura took it slow and steady, making regular stops to allow herself to recover. Nevertheless, the pain was still significant, and she began to moan as she moved along the rope, uncertain how far she had left to move.
