Karolina frowns, before slipping on one of the dresses that weren't high enough quality to steal, and sneaking her way back down. Trying to understand what went on, she heads back to the salon she shares with her beloved, keeping a keen ear out as she does for gossip on the street that might relate to what happened.
"Aww, is your tie too tight?~ Then you should have taken it off when I ordered you to, bitch!" The belt lands true again, snapping against the officer's skin. "I don't hear you counting!" Reka barks. "Or do you like being whipped? I can still see how hard your nipples are from here, painslut. If that's the case, I'm more than happy to do this until you break." She punctuates the sentence with another strike, aiming for one of the erect, presumably sensitive teats.
It took Karolina some time, but finally, she heard a rumours about new executions. A beautiful woman was to be executed... As she made her way to the plaza, she found it was already filled with crowds. On the execution platform stood Helen - still naked, bound. The crowds were cheering excitedly - eager to see blood of beautiful noblewoman. As she looked closer, she noticed someone talking to Helen quietly - it was Nobunaga!
Crack! "Uhm!" The belt landed on woman's stomach making her accidently lean forward and tighten the tie around her neck. Crack! "Ah!" She arched as the belt landed with resounding sound on her tit. Crack! "Ohh!" She started shaking her head, as red mark was left on her skin. Crack! "Ahhh!" A throat moan escaped her as her tits jiggled. "One!" She managed as Reka raised her belt again.
"Oooh~ You do know how to count~" Reka stretches her shoulder for a few seconds, giving the cop a short break as a small reward. "Let's see if you can actually count as high as forty, slave. If you're lucky, you won't be bleeding at the end." Of course, I would bandage any cuts after her punishment, but she doesn't need to know that yet. "Remember where you left off, painslut?" Reka lifts the leather and proceeds with the officer's punishment proper now that the captive's beginning to learn her place. [Up to you if you want to skip ahead or go through the lashing, assuming the cop stays cooperative for it.]
Crack! "Ah! Two!" The woman continued, clearly loosing resistance. Crack! "Oh! Three!" As another belt landed on her tit, Reka could see her body was covered with sweat. Crack! .... Crack! "Ah! Eighteen!" Reka could see wetness on woman's thighs. Crack! "Uhm~ Twenty!" Her breasts were getting a nice deep red colour...
"Ha!" Reka laughs. "You forgot a number there, slave! You're lucky I'm a kind master. Instead of restarting from nothing, I'll give you another chance to say the right number." Did I really sleep in this breast binding? Fuck, it's starting to feel annoying. I should probably give her a break anyway. It looks like she's enjoying this a little too much to follow directions right now. "Here, have a little time to remember where you were." She drops the belt and unwinds the fabric constricting her chest, eventually freeing her own tits from their suffocating prison. "Try to concentrate on your counting instead of on these, whore..." Reka makes sure the officer gets a good look at her cleavage as she bends down to retrieve the belt from the floor. "...unless you really are just a mindless glutton for pain." She readies herself and sends the leather tip flying at her victim yet again.
Karolina looks at the scene in horror. Her instinct is to jump in and rescue her friend, but she stops herself - if she tries to fight the entire crowd, she'll die, immortal or not. She presses through the crowd, trying to get close enough to hear Nobunaga's words - wondering why her beloved isn't stopping this insanity.
Crack! "Ugh~" As another strike lands on her breast. Her eyes concentrated on Reka's breasts... but soon the policewoman losses her consciousness. As Reka checked her it seemed that the beating she gave her and lack of oxygen was the reason the blond passed out.
The clouds started gathering. A thunder resounded somewhere. Nobunaga started speaking. "As by the decision of..." A thunder struck. Helen was put on the guillotine, her neck locked in stocks. "-is sentenced to death!" The crown cheered loudly making it difficult to hear. Nobunaga walked to Helen, his hand reached between her legs- Crack! The thunder cracked... he was saying something... Helen seemed to be struggling... or was it coiling, as his finger probed her. Then he pulled the rope - the blade fell, Helen arched, as the blade cut her neck, head fell into basket. Thunder and crowd were sounding, filling the air with noise. Nobunaga raised the head by hair, making the crowd cheer even louder- Year 2000 Karolia blinked, as So Naka screamed loudly, orgasmically, as she collapsed on the ground... Edward stood above her with a sword still at a ready.
"Oh, dear." Edward turned to Karolina with a smile. "You came just in time- I was about to drive our guest away." He pointed at motorboat. "I was thinking sailing away into open waters - maybe traveling through some rivers, before giving the lass a pirate goodbye - drop her to the sea with anchor around her neck. It would take her some time to make it to the shore, walking on the waterfloor~" He paused. "Want to sail with us - it's a chance to enjoy her, before making her walk the plank?"
"Can't take it, huh? No wonder I beat you so easily." Maybe I made the tie tighter than I thought. Reka walks to the bound woman and removes the red tie. She inspects the officer's angry, reddened tits for any open wounds which need to be treated. Failing to find any, the immortal gingerly massages the huge sacks of flesh, soothing some of the pain away and providing a degree of pleasantness to the woman's suffering for when she reawakens.
The woman hung limply from the bondage, she was covered with sweat, her body so hot, that in cool air there was actually a steam floating from her body. A small moans escaped her, as her breasts were being stimulated, but it did not look like she would recover soon... unless prompted to.
Reka finally notices the heat now that she's so close to the officer. That's strange... Is she ill? Sofia better be back with some water before too long. I can fix wounds, but not fevers. She releases the woman's tits, letting the prisoner rest as the immortal looks her over for anything odd.
As she checked the woman, she did not notice anything that would be out of ordinary. Her body was covered with sweat, her breasts were covered with whipmarks... her crotch and thighs were covered with sex juices.
You do still owe me twenty more lashes, but I don't want them to kill you. Not seeing anything unusual, Reka turns her attention to the officer chained to the other side of the pillar. "Recovered from your orgasm yet, slave? I have some questions for you." She asks as she steps in front of the white-haired cop once more.
"You two got to the jewelry store pretty quickly. How did you manage to respond so much faster than any of your fellow officers?" Probably just luck, but it's worth asking anyway. "Have you heard of anyone in or around the city being attacked or threatened by someone with a sword, axe, spear, or something similar?" Maybe I'll finally learn where to look for a real fight. Reka leans in close to the woman, aiming to unsettle her composure. "Did you know your partner was such a painslut?"
Spoiler: Social 71+20 It seemed that something in Reka's tone, made the woman answer. "We were in the area, when the central informed us of the break in." She responded. The second question seemed to startle - scare the policewoman. "W-what?" She choked - then whimpered in fear, flinching away from Reka - as much as her bondage allowed her to. She seemed to be so absorbed by the second question... she missed the third.
