Princess Punishment

Artist Unknown

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

Sally's world was blurred. Whatever had gone wrong had a destructive effect on her. Her only goal was to sneak into the organization, take some photos of some super serum, and escape. She tried a stealthy approach, but she was unaware of cameras being placed in the ventilation system.

She was also unaware that all vents were rigged to be electrified if enough weight were applied to them. No one booby trapped their ventilation system, right? Who would think to do so?

Sally felt herself being dragged through a building, muffled voices speaking as her senses struggled to return to normal. Every now and then a fist would greet her ribs, likely to ensure she was awake. Her skintight black catsuit had protective padding to reduce the pain of direct strikes, but the voltage she experienced had dramatically weakened her endurance.

The princess was eventually thrown to the floor, causing her to instinctively try to push herself up. However, what little blurry vision she had was quickly taken from her as a blindfold was wrapped over her eyes. She was pulled back up to her feet by two people, only for her lower stomach to be riddled with more punches.

Groaning weakly, Sally soon found her wrists strapped to the top corners of some rectangular surface, her ankles strapped to the bottom corners. Her hearing began to clear as her body was ravaged further, her attackers giving her no chance to rest. The front zipper on her suit was pulled down before the suit was forced open, exposing her breasts and belly for all to see.

"So, you wanted to try being a photographer," a mocking voice called out as Sally felt some small plastic circles being pressed to her bare body, held in place by strips of tape, "I don't think such a profession is good for such a pretty girl. It can be bad for your health, you see."

"Shut up..." Sally managed between coughs and pants, her body being in poor shape from the harsh treatment.

"How feisty. I'll cut to the chase then. Who sent you?"

Sally remained silent, though the sound of a crank soon followed. Sally's body suddenly tensed as electricity surged from the plastic circles taped to her breasts and stomach. The squirrel managed to keep her screams down by biting her lip, as the sound of a crank once more caused the pain to cease.

"Let's try it again. Who sent you?"

More silence. The electricity soon returned, only with increased voltage. Sally could no longer hold in her voice, groans of pain pouring forth as her back arched from the flat surface she was tied to.

"Gghh... Aaaaagh..."

"Looks kinda painful. Shut it off for a moment."

Freed from her torment, Sally hung limply in her bindings. Her consciousness was fading rapidly, and soon she would be within the safe haven of her dreams. Just then, Sally felt two hands grab and tilt her head, exposing her neck.

"Aaah!"

Sally couldn't help herself as a needle jabbed into her neck, injecting something cold into her body. The needle was removed, and the sound of snapped fingers caused the electricity to return in even greater force.

"Aaagh... AAAAAAAHHH!"

Sally's body jerked about, breasts bouncing wildly as her back arched once more. The blistering pain was nothing short of absurd, and whatever she was injected with, she could only assume it was intended to keep her awake through it all.

"KYAAAAAHH! SSTOOOOP-AAAAAAAHHH!"

The voltage continued, Sally could almost feel her body sizzling as she involuntarily thrust her body in every direction possible with no way to escape. At long last, the voltage stopped. Sally had nothing left in her. Her legs and arms were freed one by one, her limbs having the grace and skill of wet noodles as she was dragged from one torture to the next.

Held upright by two people, two more grabbed her legs to spread them. At this point, the squirrel had little knowledge of what was happening to her, despite her forced wakefulness.

"We don't wanna kill such a sweet little thing, so we're gonna try a different approach. How about you tell us who you work for before we have to partake in it?"

"Fff... You..." Was all Sally could manage, as her lips could barely work, her body still twitching somewhat from the electricity she had just endured.

"Fuck me? Is that it? How about fuck you. Swing away."

At the person's behest, a baseball bat was swung right up between Sally's legs, bouncing her body in the grip of the four people holding her. As Sally screamed in pain, another swing bashed her crotch once more.

Wham!

"KYAAAAAAAGH!

Wham!

"OOOOOAAAGH!"

Tears now poured from Sally's eyes, the whimpering mobian only receiving more hits for her trouble. Her pussy felt as though it was on fire, and every shot only made the pain worse. For some reason, she wouldn't go numb, and she only had that curious injection from before to blame.

"Who sent you?"

"AAAAAAAAAGH!"

"We can do this all night. Who was it?"

"AAAAAARGH!"

"Talk, girl! Swing at her belly a couple times, spread the love."

"OOOUFF! OOOOUGH!"

"Who do you work for? Give it up!"

Sally's body was ravaged for hours, shifting from bat swings to more electrical torment. Sally's only way out of this horrible torture was to give her attackers information... But could she bring herself to betray her own code of honor?

The sounds of screams echoed through the room as eventually Sally's bloodied body was thrown to the ground. Grabbing her hair to lift her head and slapping her to waken her, the question was asked again.

"Who. Sent. You?"

...

"Time for another round, then."