Shirouless Sakura
The agonising pain soon returned as the torture device attached to her folds activated once more, drawing new screams of agony from the captive girl as she writhed around on the rope. Meanwhile, her sadistic captor continued to repeatedly press the cattle prod into her well-tortured mounds, each time bringing another jolt of agonising pain and adding to the agony in her screams. The torture continued for what seemed like an eternity as she became gradually weaker and weaker, barely able to keep herself standing. Her agonised screaming was punctuated by short respites of heavy panting as she tried to regain her breath in-between shocks.
Then, suddenly, the pain stopped for the last time. Sakura momentarily breathed a sigh of relief, but her relief was short-lived as her tormentor began to speak once more, her panting for breath loud and clear.
"Oh, you think that's bad?" he said, tauntingly. "Don't worry, it gets better. Or worse, really."
A horrified look came over Sakura's face at his words, dreading what might follow. She let out a slight yelp as he pulled off the tape attaching the leads to her sensitive folds, the look of horror on her face deepening when she felt him attach a wire directly to her still-sensitive clit, before attaching the other to her ass. Sakura braced herself for the pain but, to her surprise, it never came. Instead, she felt him unlock the manacles around her feet and untie her hands, leaving her unbound for the first time since her initial "capture". For a moment, she considered attempting an escape, but she knew it would be futile. She couldn't beat him when at full strength, and right now she was physically and mentally exhausted. Attempting to fight back or escape would only work to anger him which would, in turn, increase her suffering and delay her eventual release.
Instead, she simply allowed him to drag her away from the rope she had been straddling, desperately hoping he would soon tire of the constant torture and sexual abuse he was inflicting upon her. At the same time, though, her arousal began to grow once more, the feeling of powerlessness and helplessness acting as an aphrodisiac for her, and the thought of being tortured once more also, oddly enough, a turn-on despite the agonising pain she had suffered and her desperation to avoid more suffering.
After a short while, he stopped dragging her, instead forcing her to her knees. Then, he removed her blindfold, revealing that she was kneeling before him, his erect member sticking out towards her, the controls to the shock device firmly in his grasp. Her arousal grew yet further as she realised that he intended to force her to pleasure him. The only question remaining was how, but that was soon answered when he reached down and slapped her still-bruised breasts, causing her to let out a small yelp of pain and, then, spoke.
"Come on", he said, "you've got these things, now use them."
Sakura moved to begin, knowing that to refuse would surely result in further shock torture. Unfortunately for her, though, her captor had absolutely no intention whatsoever of showing her any kind of mercy. Paying no attention to her movements, he continued to proclaim his demands.
"Of course, if you'd rather not", he said, activating the torture device, "we can always continue with this. In fact, let's make it more interesting. The longer it takes you, the more the next jolt hurts."
Sakura let out a scream of pure agony as the current flowed into her sensitive nub and through her body, her face screwing up in agony. She had thought the previous pain was bad, but it was nothing compared to what she felt now. Her most sensitive areas felt like they were on fire. And, it would only get worse the longer she took. Barely able to think, Sakura clumsily moved towards her captor's erect length. Then, when the first, temporary respite in her torture came, the tormented girl pressed her ample mounds around his length and began to move up and down, trying to pleasure him as quickly as she could in order to minimise her own suffering, hissing from the pain of rubbing her bruised mounds up and down his thobbing length.
Soon, the next shock came, even more painful than the first, causing her to let out another scream of agony. However, not wanting to waste any time, she continued to move, albeit shakily. Her face screwed up in pain once more as the torture continued, her eyes beginning to water.
