Home Invasion

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[Seeing as the spy interrogation poll tied between Blaze and Sally, both will get their own short stories.]

Two figures lockpicked their way into a mobian's house in the middle of the night, covered from head to toe in black gear, faces hidden behind masks worn within helmets. There was no way of knowing their identity in any conceivable fashion, and their sights were set on a purple feline who was typing away at her computer, dressed in only a white tanktop and black panties.

"We found the target," one masked person quietly reported into a radio, "the information will be wiped as soon as we take care of her."

Pocketing the radio, one figure nodded to the other and they immediately moved in. Before the mobian could even react to their presence, one of the attackers held her in a headlock, wrapping their arm tightly around her throat to prevent even a shout of pain. The other quickly sprayed something in her face, causing her body to go limp within moments. The unconscious girl was lifted from her chair and carried away as one of the invaders began to work on her computer.

Blaze awoke to water splashing across her face, finding herself tied to a chair. If only she had a moment to put some more decent clothes on-

"Oof! Ugh! Urk! Oouh!"

The chair shook as the feline's body got pulverized by repeated punches to the stomach. Blaze received no rest or mercy as her body was worked, sometimes a resounding slap occurring to break the agonizing monotony.

"Uof! Ugh! Agh! Oogh! Oof!"

At long last, the beating stopped. Blaze slumped in her chair, coughing roughly. Turning her head to spit and clear her mouth, the violet mobian noticed the second person entering the room.

"Looks like we have one mighty curious cat on our hands. We have orders to find out who you were trying to contact, so if you talk, this night will end that much faster."

"... ... ...UGH!"

One of the two intruders pulled a baton from deep in Blaze's gut, having struck her to punish her silence. Soon, the other rammed a fist into her stomach, only adding to her pain.

"We will make you talk. Even if it means..." the intruder trailed off, running a gloved hand over Blaze's breasts, "...doing things you might regret."

Blaze tried to pull away, but was unable to due to her bindings. Probing fingers found their way to her nipples, pinching and twisting them through the thin fabric of her shirt. Blaze squirmed and whimpered, forcing back tears as she tried in vain to twist her body away from the intruders. A sudden blow to the back of her head dazed her, the hands pulling away to untie her from the chair.

Binding the mobian's arms behind her back, the feline was grabbed by her tanktop and walked over to a fairly sizable aquarium in her living room. Without any warning, Blaze's head was dunked into the aquarium, bubbles and frantic struggles soon overtaking her as she tried to free herself. As a cat, Blaze did adore fish, but also as a cat, she always feared water any deeper than her ankles.

As Blaze desperately tried to lift her head from the threat of drowning, she felt her panties being yanked upwards, followed by repeated slaps across her butt. Every few moments, Blaze would be forcefully pulled from the water long enough for a shot to the gut and another dunk, giving her no time to truly breathe. Her pain was matched only by her humiliation as many strikes jiggled her butt to no end. The purple mobian was losing her strength and willpower quickly as she was once more pulled free, only to be punched in her belly and pushed downwards again.

Time passed, and she was finally shoved into a chair, her tanktop soaked clear through to make even her nipples visible, her panties wedged up tightly both front and back, and bruises beginning to be visible around her belly button despite her fur. Pulling the cat's hair to make her tilt her head back and look into the masked face of one of the two intruders, Blaze could only offer a pathetic moan of pain.

A fist to Blaze's stomach forced some water from her lungs, the liquid splashing against the mask before her and down her neck to her soaked torso, though the water was tinged slightly from being mixed with blood.

"Ready to talk? Or are we going to continue punishing the little kitty cat?"