Cross Effects 3.0 - The Third Time's the Charm? The Velvet Room (NSFW version)

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Once more, Sakura's captor gave no response to her question, instead choosing to begin sensually carressing her prisoner's thigh. To Sakura's surprise, the woman's gentle carresses sent shivers of pleasure up her spine, causing Sakura to bite back a moan and begin to blush once more, humiliated by her body's sudden reaction to this simple sensual act. At the same time, the discomfort she felt from the heat was becoming greater and greater, causing her to sweat ever-more heavily as she felt like she was burning up, desperately wanting some escape from the oppressive heat, her face screwing up in a clear indication of her suffering.

Her captor, though, had no intention of showing her any mercy. Instead, she allowed her hand to drift slowly towards Sakura's still-covered crotch, the hint of pleasure on Sakura's face growing ever greater as the medicine began to take effect, overlapping with the obvious discomfort, her panties becoming more and more damp. Despite her distressed state, Sakura could tell that her captor was enjoying the display, this thought only adding to Sakura's humiliation. Her captor took several deep breaths before, finally, addressing the prisoner's earlier question with a cryptic reply.

"You will know soon enough, just wait and watch... no, rather, feel", she said, mockingly, continuing to rub the captive's thigh in an erotic manner, now gripping more firmly than before, bringing the over-sensitive prisoner a hint of pain to go with the pleasure.

Sakura, though, was in no state to press further, not that it would have helped if she had. She was now in extreme discomfort from the heat, and her face was screwed up with both pleasure and pain. Her body was reacting to the girl's caresses far more strongly than she would have expected, her panties now almost soaked with lust. Finally, the pleasure became too much for her to hold in, and she began to moan erotically, her excitement now clear despite her best efforts.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

It was a delightful sound to Sascha, as Sakura bellowed out a hearty moan, vigorous and unrestrained from her usual defiance. It was made all the more evident that her body grew to enjoy this sort of attention, as the Ghoul noticed, and could smell rather clearly, the musk of lust welling up into a damp spot on the Matou's panties. Her efforts worked, and whatever it was Sakura tried to muster, it was all flung aside in place of drugs currently intoxicating her system with arousal, and a heightened sense of sensitivity.

"So, what was that you said about not enjoying being tortured and abused by me?" Sascha brought out with bemusement tainting her tone, as if to emphasize her point, she shifted her grip from Sakura's thigh, all the way to outright digging those fingers of hers into the abused prisoner's crotch. Digging those digits at the fabric, dipping them inside partway into the puffy, budding folds, forcefully pressing those fingers against the lust addled panties covered groin. Letting those fingertips mingle against the entrance, playing around with those vaginal lips, savouring whatever consternation she can get out of the Matou. "Because it sounds to me as if you're being hypocritical to your original point, mein Fraulein~"

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Sakura's captor soon picked up on her obvious arousal and, obviously pleased that her actions were having an effect, began to mock her captive's earlier statement. Sakura blushed slightly from the comments, feeling annoyed and humiliated that her body was reacting in this way, but there was little she could do to prevent the woman from doing as she wished. And, her degredation soon worsened, her captor moving her hand up Sakura's leg and towards her panty-covered crotch, beginning to play with her sensitive folds through the soaking wet fabric.

The captive girl began to moan louder, the direct stimulation bringing her even more involuntary pleasure than her tormentor's previous actions. Her captor continued to mock her, calling her a hypocrite, quite obviously drawing much enjoyment from the humiliation she was inflicting on her helpless prisoner. Sakura found that she was unbelievably sensitive, each touch sending bursts of pleasure up her spine and, despite the extremely uncomfortable and humiliating situation, she could not deny that she was becoming immensely turned-on by the girl's erotic touches.

Sakura's moans became ever-louder as the girl continued to pleasure her. Sweat began to drip off her, the overbearing heat causing her extreme discomfort, and her panties became almost transparent from the moisture. Sakura felt like she could almost orgasm from the girl's touches alone. For a moment, she wondered what had happened to make her body so responsive, but she soon realised.

The drugs! She gave me an aphrodisiac! she realised.

Now understanding her body's over-reaction to the unwanted stimulus, Sakura tried to convince herself that the reaction was entirely natural given the circumstances. Nevertheless, despite knowing that, she still felt deeply humiliated by her lewd moaning and obvious arousal. She tried to prevent herself reacting, but her body responded automatically. Still, despite her obvious arousal, Sakura was definitely not enjoying the experience. She was unbearably hot and, despite the constant pleasure coursing through her body, her over-riding emotion was one of shame and fear of what future torments the woman would inflict upon her. As such, she was determined to refute her captor's words.

"N-no, I-I'm n-not en-enjoy..ing t-this", she said, making herself sound as defiant as a woman moaning from unwanted pleasure could. "I..t's j-just that s-stu..pid drug m-making m-my bo..dy r-react."

Yet, despite her defiance, Sakura was highly aroused and deeply humiliated. If her captor wished to, she could easily bring the prisoner to orgasm. And, whilst Sakura was aware that none of this was any reflection on her nature, she nevertheless felt a deep sense of shame from her body's reactions.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

It was obvious to Sascha that Sakura's body enjoyed her teasing, in spite of the ministration she went through with the welling up pleasures. That she may let loose with a climax of her own, but that would mean the Matou would in fact probably attribute this to not wanting the sensation of an orgasm to cloud her mind. Something that left the Ghoul inspired for a particularly sadistic idea, one that would become clear in that single motion.

The mercenary pulled her hand away from Sakura, and then gripped both ends of her panties, sliding them off the girl's legs down to her knees, letting the soaked undergarment linger there, stinking of lust and wet with juices from the Matou's pleasant 'agony.'

It would seem the Ghoul would indulge the Matou further, and put her out of her pleasured misery by finishing her off, yet Sascha did nothing of the sort. She merely came bent down on her knee, and faced the Matou's exposed snatch directly with a toothy smile, exhaling on it. Washing the puffy folds with her hot breath, as if to tempt the Matou with further lust, tease her with a finish she may not get, drive her mad possibly (as Sascha intends) with desperation.

"Are you REALLY not enjoying this, Fraulein? Because it seems..." The East German prods her finger at the Matou's moist pearl, her clitoris if only briefly. "It seems to me as if you're enjoying this a little too much." As if to emphasize her point, the Ghoul's breath grew heavy and bated, exhaling an airful of it at the purple haired girl's snatch, if only to add more to her pleasured discomfort, and see her express her consternation far more obviously.

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Once again, Sakura's captor gave no immediate verbal response to her defiant comment. Instead, she pulled her hand away, leaving the highly-aroused girl frustrated and feeling even more uncomfortable than before. Desiring to torment and humiliate her prisoner even further, Sakura's captor took hold of her panties and pulled them down to her knees, exposing her glistening folds to her tormentor's gaze whilst leaving the soaking-wet garment wrapped humiliatingly around the captive's knees.

Sakura fully expected her captor to finish her off, to bring her to a humiliating orgasm but, that was not what happened. Instead, she knelt down in front of the prisoner once more and, then, began to blow erotically on her sensitive folds and nub, a cruel smile on her face. Sakura began to moan once more from the erotic sensation but, with the limited amount of stimulation, she was unable to come to any kind of climax. Instead, she was left frustrated, the discomfort from the heat magnified by her aroused, unsatisfied state.

Sakura was now desperate for release, her desire to defy the sadistic captor draining away even as she was still determined not to submit. Her captor, though, had no intention of showing her any kind of mercy, instead mocking her once more.

"Are you REALLY not enjoying this, Fraulein? Because it seems...", she began, lightly prodding the girl's rock-solid clitoris, eliciting another, loud moan from the highly-aroused prisoner. "It seems to me as if you're enjoying this a little too much."

Then, she began to once again breathe heavily on the captive's crotch, each breath sending pulses of arousal down the girl's spine. She wanted release desperately, but she was determined not to let the monster win, and she was sure that doing so would only cause her more suffering in the long term. Instead, she decided to issue another defiant plea.

"N-no! S-stop!" she shouted in between her moans. "I do not w-want this!"

Still, despite her pleas, she was now highly aroused, thoroughly miserable and desperate for release. She was not even sure that she truly did want the captor to stop any more. She just wanted to be free, for the torment to end, and it showed on her face.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

Apparently Sascha took Sakura's insistence to halt her actions completely from arousing the poor prisoner further. Stopping all her actions if only to watch Sakura fester with frustration, and to await until her suffering would cause her to break. The consternation and miserable state Sakura was in inadvertently a product of the Matou's own desperation to stop her suffering. Something Sascha obliged with, oddly enough, and did just that -- ceased all of her actions in teasing the poor purple haired girl.

She just wanted to watch Sakura's suffering grow, tempting the tortured Matou with one more dangling bait, as the East German exhaled a hearty breath, vigorously bringing hot air to caress the sopping wet folds of the purple haired girl's femininity, before the mercenary herself stood up.

Now, Sascha waits, and waits for the toll of time itself, the heat in the room, the drugs itself working its way through the Matou's body to wear down whatever resistance she harbored. To let her fester in the agony of pent up frustration, and a climax that has yet to come. She didn't say anything to Sakura, instead opting to observe with an obvious, stark fascination.

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Sakura assumed that her captor would ignore her demands and, initially, it seemed to be the case, another shudder going up her spine when the woman blew on her sensitive folds once more, causing her to let out another moan of pleasure. But, then, to Sakura's surprise, she stopped, taking account of Sakura's demands and standing up, stopping her attempts to tease the captive.

What is she doing? Sakura wondered, aware that her captor was almost certainly not doing this out of kindness.

Soon enough, though, Sakura realised her intentions. Her body continued to heat up as it absorbed more of the drug, the discomfort becoming even more unbearable, causing the captive girl to sweat even more profusely. At the same time, she was now so sensitive that even the slightest stimulation sent shivers down her spine, ensuring that, despite the lack of direct stimulation, her arousal remained at a constant, high level, her frustration growing over time. As such, she began to writhe in the chair, even rubbing her legs together as best as she could to try to bring herself pleasure. Her face was screwed up with discomfort, the moans of pleasure she had been emitting now stopped. as she remained frustratedly aroused without any real pleasure to bring her to a climax.

Yet, despite her extreme discomfort, and the certainty that her captor was enjoying the show, Sakura had no intention of begging to be allowed to orgasm. As uncomfortable as the situation was, begging for an orgasm would only serve to amuse her captor, and prove her "right" in her claims that Sakura was enjoying this treatment. Even in the event that she decided to allow Sakura the orgasm she craved, it would only be a very temporary respite before whatever fiendish torture the woman would choose to inflict upon her next. After all, Sakura knew that the woman enjoyed making her suffer far too much for her to be given any real reprieve from the torment she was inflicting upon her. As long as she was this woman's captive, she knew she would suffer almost constant pain, humiliation and discomfort, and what she was going through right now was by no means the worst she could suffer.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

At first, Sascha was expecting the stubborn Sakura to give in at the first few minutes of ten -- the drugs were potent after all, and are noted to breakdown resistance through over-sensitization. Yet, as the time wanes on, five minutes to six, and six to seven, all the way up to nine, the East German found herself filled with a sort of impatience to this kind of wait. Here she was, expecting the Matou to buckle under the pressure and give out, but it seems she has more sexual mettle than she gave the purple haired girl credit for.

The Ghoul figured it was a time to change that as well. One resistance after another, she wanted to prove all of them were futile to the former Tohsaka.

It would be obvious that Sascha would go for the most readily threatening tool, yet... she did not. There was something else that was on the nearby wheeled table, a white feather with a black outline at the vane protruding away from the calamus. The edge of the quill still dabbed with dried ink. The East German used that earlier to write a few things, not because she was old fashioned, so much as for the fact it was just the closest thing she could use to write with.

Sascha Bohn smiled, thinking to herself that this would suit her purposes pretty well. In turn, she glanced over to Sakura with a less-than-altruistic toothy grin to her face, and reached for the ailing Matou's wilting soppy folds. She reached for it with the feather, letting the edge of the vane rub lightly. It would barely register on a person with normal sensation... but the Matou didn't have a normal sensation, and not especially thanks to the drug.

"Let's see if this will change your tune, Fraulein~" The mercenary woman cryptically remarked.

Sascha caressed the soppy folds lightly, if not barely with the edge of the soft feather, letting it linger along in an occasional drag, before pulling it away. The rhythm went on that whenever she pulled away from the inflamed puffy snatch of Sakura's, she would wait for half a minute at a time, before continuing the process of teasing the Matou's already sensitive femininity with the feathers once more, and only for a few seconds at a time. Sascha teased and teased, gleeful all the while, watching the Matou girl for any signs of discomfort, and impending orgasm. Something she took meticulous note to deny by pulling away, so not to let purple haired girl enjoy the brief respite out of a climax. That would be too easy after all.

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

Sakura awaited her captor's next move with apprehension, expecting her to soon do something to make the tormented captive feel even more miserable. However, to her surprise, the woman simply stood there, watching her captive struggle with fascination. Sakura's discomfort continued to rise as the girl watched, her squriming becoming more evident as her arousal remained unabated, her body still overheating, causing her to sweat profusely, to the point that dehydration was also beginning to affect her. Realising that she could not bring herself to orgasm, Sakura soon stopped rubbing her legs together, instead simply remaining seated, hoping that some miracle would save her from this torment.

But, unfortunately for her, no salvation was imminent. So, she suffered in the chair, sitting there and sqirming uncomfortably for what felt like eternity, the effect of the drugs only growing with time, making her even more horny at the same time as increasing the uncomfortably-hot feeling she had. Yet, despite her obvious discomfort, she saw no reason to beg for mercy. That would only encourage her captor, and bring her further torment as the sadistic woman looked for ways to make the prisoner's suffering even more enjoyable to watch. All the time, she watched her captor, who was clearly enjoying the show but, also, gradually showing signs of impatience at Sakura's resolve.

Finally, after what seemed far longer than the 10 minutes or so that it actually was, Sakura's captor had had enough. Moving over to the table once more, she picked up what looked like a quill pen, still encrusted with dried ink. A sense of dread came over Sakura as she realised what the girl likely intended to do with the improvised torture device, now feeling almost grateful for the relatively comfortable time she had endured previously.

Sure enough, the girl gave her helpless captive another sadistic grin before leaning in with the feather, brushing it lightly against the captive's sensitive folds. Sakura let out an uncomfortable moan of pleasure as the feather brushed against her, the light touch amplified massively by the effect of the drugs she had been forcibly given. Stopping for a short moment, Sakura's captor mocked her once more.

"Let's see if this will change your tune, Fraulein~", she said, her words indicating that some kind of unbearable suffering was to come.

With that, her captor returned the feather to Sakura's engorged, wet folds, stroking them teasingly, each brush sending a shiver down the captive's spine. Her moans grew louder with each stroke but, all too quickly, her torturer retreated from her helpless captive and returned to simply watching her squirm, the extra stimulation the feather had brought adding to the prisoner's discomfort, her arousal unable to go down significantly due to the constant, minor stimulation her hyper-sensitivity ensured would come from even the slightest breeze or movement.

Just as Sakura felt herself beginning to recover, returning to her previous, more comfortable state, however, the sadistic woman moved in once more. Once again, Sakura began to moan as the woman remorselessly teased her sensitive body, her captor's sadistic nature quite obvious from the amount of pleasure she was gaining from watching the poor girl suffer. Again, though, before Sakura could approach orgasm, the woman pulled back, leaving her even more frustrated than before.

Sakura sat in the chair breathing deeply, her face showing the extreme discomfort she felt. She had been through orgasm denial before in her sex games with Shirou, but this was different. Whilt Shirou was capable of being very cruel when he was playing a role that demanded it, he ultimately cared deeply for her, and would never do anything to her unless he felt the enjoyment she would gain outweighed the suffering she felt. And, besides, her magic always provided a mechanism for her to escape almost instantly from any bonds if the situation warrented it. Here, she was helpless at the hands of this sadistic woman, who obviously found great pleasure in making her suffer, both mentally and physically. She could not escape, and she would certainly not be allowed to enjoy herself.

Soon enough, the woman leaned in again, stroking the captive once more. This time, she lingered a little longer, and Sakura was able to approach orgasm, her moans growing noticably louder as she did so and the pleasure obvious on her face. However, to her great distress, as soon as her captor recognised the hints of her impending orgasm, she pulled away once more, leaving Sakura yet more unfulfilled, frustrated and uncomfortable than she had previously been. Just as Sakura had expected, her tormentor had absolutely no intention of allowing Sakura any kind of real enjoyment, however fleeting it may be. She intended for Sakura to suffer and suffer for her amusement.

Once more, the cruel woman stood back for half a minute or so, watching the now-extremely-uncomfortable Sakura writhe from her near-orgasmic levels of arousal and sweat profusely from the unbearable heat. Then, once again, she moved in, repeating the process of teasing the captive until she approached orgasm. Sakura tried to hide her arousal in the hope that her captor would misjudge, but it was to no avail, the woman was simply too observant not to pick up on the signs. As such, she withdrew just as soon as Sakura began to reach her climax, leaving the captive highly frustrated once more.

This process repeated a few more times, Sakura's resolve and patience steadily wearing down from the unbearable heat and the repeated orgasm denial. However, she was not yet so gone that she was going to beg for mercy, not when she knew her captor had no intentions of showing her even the slightest hint of it. Still, her frustration continued to mount with every phase of the torture, each step increasing her discomfort as she was brought close to orgasm over and over. Finally, when the woman withdrew once more after bringing her helpless prisoner to the brink of an orgasm, she snapped.

"S-stop it, you bitch!" she shouted, her frustration at the repeated orgasm denial clear. "I'll never submit to you, so just leave me alone!"

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

Sakura's misery was enjoyed ever so thoroughly by Sascha, that she could not help but giggle at the loathesome sight. The East German enjoyed it, that squirming look of some expression on the Matou's face as she was denied what her body craved for most, and that was an orgasm. It went on for a while, and Sascha Bohn found herself only adding more frustration on Sakura's part, wearing down what resistance she had with what the cruel, cruel East German figured was her merely passing time. Torture, that is, but of a different kind.

It was finally when Matou snapped loudly at Sascha, that she pulled away the feather. Placing the love juice-moistened feather on the wheeled table, before pulling off her red beret, and placing it as well on the table. The purple haired girl's frustrations didn't really matter much to her, besides tell Sascha the obvious, and that was the fact this sort of torture really wore her down.

Sascha then went over to Sakura, and placed both hands over her knees, pushing them together so they do not remain spread apart. Afterwards, she seated herself on the Matou's thighs, whilst facing the purple haired girl. She made sure to spread apart her own thighs, so she could accommodate for a comfortable seating on Sakura's lap. Sascha leans in closer until they're inches apart, and grins, giving a poke to the Matou's abdomen.

"You won't submit to me, but you'll submit to your desire for a release." The mercenary woman retorted in her usual heavily accented speech, before tapping a finger on her lips. "And if you want a release, you're going to kiss me on the lips. No biting... or I'll tear off that tongue of yours with my teeth~ Now, don't keep me waiting, because I can't imagine your frustrations feel... pleasant, whatsoever."

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

To Sakura's surprise, her captor actually took notice of her plea, withdrawing the feather she had been using to gleefully torment her captive and placing it down on the table full of torture implements along, bizarrely, with the red beret that she had been wearing. Sakura wondered what she was up to, apprehensive about what her sadistic captor's next move would be. Soon enough, though, she made her intentions clear, pushing her half-naked captive's thighs together and, then, taking a seat on the prisoner's lap, her weight pressing down and bringing further discomfort to the abused prisoner.

Then, the woman leaned in close, only a few inches from Sakura's face. The captive could feel the somewhat-attractive woman's hot breath on her face, the combination of the close contact and the effect of the drugs causing her arousal to remain at an even higher level despite her obvious distaste for the situation. Grinning a sadistic grin, the woman began to poke Sakura in the abdomen, causing the captive to let out a slight moan of discomfort, before speaking once more.

"You won't submit to me, but you'll submit to your desire for a release", she said, before tapping her finger on her lips. "And if you want a release, you're going to kiss me on the lips. No biting... or I'll tear off that
tongue of yours with my teeth~ Now, don't keep me waiting, because I can't imagine your frustrations feel... pleasant, whatsoever."

Sakura frowned. She did indeed feel frustrated and deeply uncomfortable, but there was no way she was going to allow the woman to humiliate her so easily. She knew she could endure far worse than this before breaking, and she was determined not to let the woman win without a fight. Besides, if she did submit, she knew the woman would only find new and even more horrible ways to torture and break her. She had, after all, already made her intentions quite clear.

"No!" she said, her frustration still clear. "I will not submit to you like this!"

With that, Sakura prepared herself for the woman's next move, knowing she would surely be made to suffer horribly for her defiance. Eventually, she knew she would have to submit, but she would certainly not make it easy.

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

Sascha's response to that answer Sakura gave her, the one filled with defiance, was a simpler one. Considering Sakura was feeling the full burning effects of the aphrosidiac welling up inside her, burning her up with lust and heightened sensitivity... it was obvious to the Ghoul what she intended to do, if she could not outright give her a release.

The East German went for the next best thing, and harshly smacked Sakura's breast from the side with her palm. The mercenary woman's strike came harshly, with as hard a strike that it would leave the imprint of her hands against the Matou's now sensitive breast. Again, she smacked Sakura's breast, and again Sascha watched the purple haired girl's mounds shake from the impact, and no doubt the pain that would follow perhaps register on the Matou's expression. The pain would only come worse with the heightened sensitivity the purple haired girl has.

"Wrong answer." Sascha softly retorted, before her smile turns into a sneer. "Let's try again. Do you submit? Or will I have to teach you the price of defiance again?"

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

This time, the retribution for Sakura's defiance came quickly and harshly. Obviously seeing that sexual torment alone was not working, her captor aimed a hard slap at her sensitive, bra-covered breasts. A burst of pain shot through Sakura as the sensitive mounds reddened from the impact, and the prisoner let out a loud moan of pain, her face screwing up once more. At the same time, the sensation of her breasts rocking from side to side and her hardened nipples rubbing against the fabric gave her a little arousal, although nowhere near enough to be noticable under the discomfort from the slap.

Apparently not satisfied with her captive's moans, the sadistic woman aimed another slap at her captive, eliciting another, slightly quieter moan. Nevertheless, the pain was evident in her face, far worse than before thanks to the effects of the drug she had been given. Then, having demonstrated the effects of defiance, Sakura's captor spoke once more.

"Wrong answer", she said, her smile turning into a sneer. "Let's try again. Do you submit? Or will I have to teach you the price of defiance again?"

Sakura considered her position. She knew that submitting would stop the pain for a bit, but she also knew that it would probably just encourage her captor to go even further in torturing and humiliating her. She had to demonstrate, to herself and her captor, that she would not break easily. Yes, she would break eventually, she knew that. Everyone did. But, it would not be quick or easy.

"No!" she shouted, defiantly. "Go fuck yourself!"

[LFR Tsar]

Captor Sascha

"I won't have to." Sascha grimaced, hooking her fingers into the strap of Sakura's bra. She wasn't pleased, not by any measure that the Matou was continually defying her, which is why she'll have to teach her the price of it far more intensely. The East German pulled against the bra strap, and pulled it apart, letting the Matou's mounds bounce out of their constraints, revealing those perky pink nipples of hers.

"Because sooner or later, you'll oblige me." Sascha retorted back with disdain clear in her voice.

With that being said, the East German pinches both of the Matou's nipples, and twists them to an uncomfortable angle, before pulling. Letting the Matou's breasts expand farther than what is comfortable, yet it was not enough to cause skin to break, nor tear it out. It was merely enough to aggrieve the purple haired girl with a worse sensation than what she felt out of the smacks.

[Cherry Lover]

Captured Sakura

The grimace on her captor's face as she retorted to the defiant comment showed Sakura that she was now obviously annoyed with prisoner's refusal to submit. However, as much as Sakura felt this was a small victory for her, she knew that the price would be high. Indeed, even as the woman was disdainfully insisting that Sakura would eventually submit to whatever sick and degrading acts she demanded of her, she was already preparing the next step of her captive's punishment, pulling apart Sakura's bra with ease and leaving her ample mounds exposed for whatever sadistic treatment the evil woman intended to inflict upon them.

Then, with her captive suitably exposed, the cruel woman took hold of both of Sakura's rock-hard nipples, pinching them painfully and causing the hyper-sensitive prisoner to let out a loud yelp. However, that was nothing to what came next. Obviously intending to make her captive suffer as much as possible, Sakura's tormentor twisted the nipples painfully, before giving them a harsh tug. Sakura let out a scream of agony as her sensitive nipples were twisted and stretched, the drug she had been given turning what would normally be a painful but bearable act into absolute agony for the helpless prisoner. Her face screwed up with pain once again and her eyes began to water. At the same time, the stimulation of her sensitive nipples also sent shivers of arousal down her spine despite the agonising pain, bringing her once more closer to orgasm and adding a slight hint of pleasure to the screams of agony.

In extreme pain, Sakura writhed around in her seat for a few moments as she screamed until, mercifully quickly, her captor released her grip and Sakura's screams died down. Yet, it was clear to her that, if she did not submit, more pain would be forthcoming. For that matter, even if she did submit, it likely would be, given the woman's sadistic nature. Still shaking slightly and taking deep breaths, Sakura took a few moments to prepare herself for the next round of torture, considering her next move as she did.