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Sakura found herself tossed into the backseat of the car, the door slamming shut behind her with a sickening thud. She tried to scream, but a rough hand clamped over her mouth, a piece of duct tape quickly adhered across her lips to muffle any further protests. Panic surged through her petite frame as she struggled against the ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the seats. But they were expertly tied, leaving her helplessly immobilized.
Through tear-filled eyes, Sakura spotted a large, menacing figure looming over her - infamous gangster, Mr. Yaguruma. His beady eyes gleamed with perverse excitement as he rummaged through her skirt, pulling aside her underwear with a lecherous grin.
"Look what we got here," he growled, brandishing a massive, vibrating sex toy that could easily fit up Sakura's petite rear. "This'll teach you to spy on us, little girl."
Before she could react, Yaguruma roughly yanked down Sakura's panties, the cool air hitting her bare, trembling sex. He pressed the pulsing device against her tender folds, turning it up to its maximum setting.
"Nghhmmm!! Nhphmmm!!!" Sakura shrieked, her muffled cries drowned out by the incessant buzzing filling the confined space. Her body convulsed violently, hips bucking against the relentless stimulation as her clit was ruthlessly targeted.
"Mnphhmm!!!!" Sakura moaned in her gagged mouth. "Mphmmmm!!!!"
"Moan as you like, little spy. My boss doesn't like girls trying to sneak into his mansion. Consider yourself lucky. He just dediced to give you this punishment instead of selling you overseas", Yagumurma grinned, stepped on the gas, and the car accelerated through the streets, weaving recklessly between traffic. The jostling movement made the vibrator plunge deeper inside Sakura, its frenzied vibrations sending electric shocks through every inch of her being.
"Hey, little tomboy!" he taunted, his gravelly voice laced with sadistic glee as he leaned back to enjoy the show. "You wanted to play hero? Beat this!"
Each pothole and bump of the road caused the massive dildo to slap and grind mercilessly against Sakura's sensitive cervix, drawing sharp whimpers from the tormented cardcaptor. Tears streamed down her flushed face as waves of pleasure and pain crashed over her. She never had a chance to reveal that she wasn't a spy, she was just after the clow card that was somewhere in mobster's mansion. But they caught her and took her for a spy. And now she was paying for her carelessness. Vibrator worked magic on her pussy, driving helpless Sakura crazy.
Sakura's body began to shudder and quake uncontrollably, the intense stimulation reaching a fever pitch within her. Her bound legs kicked wildly, toes curling as an orgasm ripped through her small frame. A muffled scream tore from behind the tape, her hips jerking erratically against the unrelenting vibrator. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, the sheer force making her vision blur and darken at the edges. For a brief moment, she lost consciousness, her body limp and twitching from the aftermath of her intense climax.
When she came to, Sakura realized the car had slowed, and Yaguruma was staring at her with a twisted sense of satisfaction. "That was just the warm-up, my cute spy," he sneered. "We're just getting started." With that, he pressed the vibrator's button again, and the buzzing resumed, sending Sakura plummeting back into agony and arousal once more.
Yaguruma continued his sadistic journey, relentlessly torturing Sakura with the vibrator. Her body was pushed beyond its limits, wracked by one mind-shattering climax after another. The car careened through the night, a blur of neon signs and dark alleyways as Yaguruma reveled in his depravity, listening to the symphony of her muffled moans as vibrator made her cum.
Four more times, Sakura's slender form convulsed and spasmed, her voice muffled behind the tape as she screamed her way through a series of earth-shattering orgasms. Her juices soaked the toy, and her once-pristineuniform was now stained with a telltale evidence of her torment. Finally, Yaguruma stopped the card. With a vicious kick, he sent Sakura tumbling out of the car onto the damp grass of an abandoned city park. The impact knocked the breath from her lungs, and for a moment, she lay there, dazed and disoriented.
"Consider this as a parting gift, spy" he said and rode off. As she struggled to catch her breath and process the shocking events, Sakura became aware of the vibrator still lodged deep within her, the constant buzzing driving her to the brink of insanity. Panic surged through her veins as she realized she was utterly alone, helpless, and exposed in the heart of the darkness. She was bound, gagged and another climax was on its way...