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?"

Pretty Kitty's Pounded Pussy

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Blaze huffed as she ran a feather duster across a book shelf, a small puff of filth following every swing of the soft cleaning utensil. She was an honorable warrior, a powerful woman with the mission to protect the Sol Emeralds! Not some, some... Maid!

"How are you doing, pretty kitty?" came a sultry voice from behind Blaze, making the purple cat twitch in annoyance.

"Just fine, mistress." was the simple reply through gritted teeth.

As Blaze knew little of the area around her, she needed information on where to find the Sol Emeralds. Her best bet was Rouge The Bat's information network, but... Being an attractive woman, Blaze had to submit to unusual demands. Namely, she had to be Rouge's servant until the information was found.

"Why don't you bend over and take care of that lower shelf, pretty kitty?" Rouge half-asked, half-ordered as she sat down in a sofa chair, running her hand across her smooth belly as she leered at her new maid.

With a sigh, Blaze mustered what dignity she had left and did as she was told. Naturally, her short skirt lifted from the movement, her red panties almost completely revealed for Rouge's viewing pleasure. As the cat mobian continued her 'job', her sensitive hearing picked up on heavier breaths.

A careful glance over her shoulder confirmed that Rouge's hand had moved between her legs, her eyes filled with lust as she rubbed herself to the scene before her. Blaze blushed fiercely, having had enough of this.

Straightening up and pulling her skirt down a bit, the purple cat began marching towards the door, but Rouge simply shook her head, frustrated that she was interrupted.

"Where are you going, pretty kitty?"

"I've had enough of this... Whatever this is. I'll find some other means of locating the Sol Emeralds. Good day."

Blaze grasped the door knob, but felt two hands resting upon her shoulders. The cat girl blinked in response, a sudden piercing pain surging through her to prevent any further reaction.

"A-aaaahh!" Blaze cried out as her hands moved between her legs. Rouge had kneed her in the crotch! Before she could say anything, Rouge grabbed her by the tail and walked back towards the center of the room, Blaze stumbling backwards while still gripping herself tenderly, hoping to somehow ease her suffering.

The cat girl found herself tugged backwards, her tail starting to hurt from the rough treatment. As Blaze staggered to regain her balance, Rouge wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her before forcing a deep kiss against her lips. Blaze soon turned her head away from Rouge, spitting to the floor in disgust. This earned her crotch a harsh punch before she was dropped to the floor on her back.

"No one denies me, pretty kitty," the sinister bat growled as she stomped her foot against the fallen girl's chest, "and I mean no one."

Rouge reached down and pulled Blaze's arms over her head before sitting on the purple cat's chest and facing towards her legs, Rouge grinding herself against Blaze's breasts for some added pain. Pinning Blaze's arms under the seductive bat's legs, Rouge pulled the cat maid's skirt up before gripping her red panties and tugging harshly on them, giving Blaze a painful front wedgie.

"Apologize to your mistress!" the bat shouted over Blaze's loud whines of agony, giving her pussy the occasional open-palm swat for added suffering.

"You... Are not... My mistress!" the cat replied defiantly, trying not to give her aggressor any further satisfaction. This only caused Rouge to grin and yank harder on the cat's panties, lifting her waist from the floor and causing her cries of pain to resume in full force.

Blaze clawed at Rouge's back, but her gloves prevented her claws from doing any damage. The sadistic bat finally released Blaze, even standing up and stepping aside to watch her curl into a ball, trying to dig out the material from her sore pussy.

Finally relieving herself, Blaze took a moment to catch her breath and relax, deciding she will be paying Rouge back tenfold when--

A tugging at Blaze's ankles caused her to look down, seeing Rouge had strapped one to a spreader bar and was in the process of binding the second. Fear set in as Blaze pulled her leg from Rouge's grip, the cat now scrambling backwards from Rouge's hungry gaze. The bat lounged forward, landing on top of Blaze's body and pinning her to the floor.

Despite the pleads for Rouge to stop, the seductive woman merely pinned Blaze's arms under her legs as she whipped Blaze's face left and right with a single hand. The room's walls echoed with the sound of Rouge's gloved hand as she relentlessly punished Blaze's face, showing no signs of stopping or even slowing.

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!

"Ah! Oh! Hah! Ugh. Uhn... Nnn.. ... ..."

Finally stopping for a moment to catch her breath, Rouge noticed that blood from the corner of Blaze's mouth had made it to her hand. Blaze had been knocked unconscious at some point, her limp body no longer offering sound or resistance. Rouge stood up and stepped on Blaze's stomach as she walked over and used a rag to wipe her hand clean.

Returning to the fallen cat, Rouge forced the rag into Blaze's mouth as deep as she could before returning to her legs, shackling the free ankle to the spreader bar. Rouge continued to take advantage of Blaze's sleeping form, stripping and binding her just as she desired.

The purple cat eventually stirred and awoke, groaning from the intense pain her body was in. Her world was covered in darkness, causing her to initially ponder if she was blind. A surge of pain erupted between her legs, but something in her mouth prevented her from voicing her discomfort. Gradually, her situation became clear to her.

Blindfolded, gagged, ankles strapped to a spreader bar, clothes all gone save for her red panties, wrists bound to a collar around her neck, and with Rouge keeping one foot on the spreader bar, Blaze couldn't move her legs at all. With her other foot, Rouge stomped away at Blaze's pussy, her heel forcing more of the fabric into a unique kind of wedgie.

"MMMPH! HHHRNMPH! RRRRRRRPH!"

Blaze screamed quietly despite her efforts, her body only able to feebly twitch as the stomping changed to soccer kicks and back to stomps. Blaze wanted to beg for mercy, she wanted to plead with her mistress to stop. Anything to end this pain. But for the next two hours, Rouge hammered away at Blaze's most sensitive area.

Eventually, the rag was pulled from Blaze's mouth, enabling her to let out loud whimpering pants while her tongue darted around her dry mouth and lips to prevent the cotton mouth that would soon follow. However, her pants became slightly more frantic as Rouge sat down on her chest and snagged her tongue, effectively holding it hostage.

"I am going to go to go sit in my chair, and we're going to pretend like this didn't happen and try this deal one more time. When I give the pretty kitty orders, the pretty kitty follows them with nothing but a smile and a 'yes mistress'. Am I understood?"

A weak but quick nod.

"Good kitty," Rouge's words were followed by something long and wooden being pushed into Blaze's mouth, causing the cat girl to grip it between her teeth and lips, "now get back to work, and if you do good, I might remove the blindfold."

Rouge returned to her seat, taking a moment to fan herself with a paper fan as Blaze struggled with her bindings, eventually rolling over and sitting up on her knees. Rouge watched Blaze moved across the floor on her knees, eventually bumping into the bookshelf from earlier and desperately dusting it with the utensil in her mouth.

"How are you doing, pretty kitty?" came a sultry voice from behind Blaze, making the purple cat twitch in a mixture of fear and pain.

"Hehhh... Hehhh... Husht hine, mishtresh..." was the struggled, panting reply through clenched wood.

"Good girl."

Starts With "L" Ends With "E"

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I look at myself in the mirror. A beautiful red kimono is wrapped around my body adorned with floral designs. It is breathtaking to behold... I am breathtaking. I lift my hand to touch the extravagant hairpin that matches the kimono, wondering why she would go to such lengths. Its unfair how well she treats me. Reaching to undo the kimono, I decide that I will only wear it for her--

The sound of a door closing catches my attention. This will be the first she has seen me wearing this, having left it for me as a present before leaving to run her usual errands. I turn to face her, holding back thankful tears and wearing the gentlest smile I could muster. She deserves nothing but praise.

A purple cat mobian enters the room, a red gem on her forehead above her topaz eyes, dressed far more casually than I with a purple sleeveless shirt that somewhat exposes black bra straps, white jeans, and red shoes. It is Blaze, the woman I live with... The woman I lov--

"Amy? Pffft, ha ha ha!"

Loathe. The woman I loathe.

"Shut up, you damn feline!"

...Okay, so I'm not exactly the most ladylike girl out there considering Blaze and I bicker all the time and I've only tried smashing her with my hammer once every other day, but only because she deserves it! This is the same woman who swats my butt every time I bend over, spars with me on a daily basis, and makes me share a bed with her despite how she sleeps nude and spoons in her sleep! And then she snores!

"But you? In a kimono? That's rich!"

My hammer appears in my hands as I clutch the handle. That's it, I'm smashing this pussy. I try to run at her, though the kimono is rather restrictive. I don't wear these kinds of clothes often, in fact the only dress I typically wear is short and flows openly... So I end up tripping over my own feet and falling forward. Damnit, I don't need her insulting me even more!

...Wait, I didn't hit the floor? I open my eyes, seeing that Blaze is holding me in her arms. I can feel her breath on my neck, and I can't stop my own blush. The grip on my hammer eases as Blaze hugs me tightly.

"You look good, Amy. No matter how much of a tomboy you become, never forget how pretty you are, okay? Inside and out."

Blaze's words flowed gently into my ear, seeming to caress my mind as they settled within me. She wasn't that bad, I suppose. She did have her charms to her at times, and sometimes she showed her more refined side. Despite her odd and sometimes perverted ways, she did treat me well at times. I guess deep down, I really do lov--

"Ah! Aaah!"

Loathe her.

I hear Blaze giggle as I squeak out in surprise. Both of her hands had reached my butt, pinching both cheeks before tightly squeezing them in her palms. She is choosing now to grope me? She chooses a heartwarming moment to indulge in this? This is why I can't stand her!

"Get off-a me, you... You...!"

"Aww, but I can't help it! I wasn't expecting you to dress up for me. How about a little geisha dance?"

"I didn't dress up for you! Besides, didn't you buy it for me?"

"What? Of course not! An old friend gave it to me, but I don't wear those things. I was gonna toss it in my closet and be done with it."

Blaze starts laughing as the realization settles in. My face glows a bright red as I pull myself from her arms and glare at her. I want to yell at her, I want to hit her. And I know she wants me to try. For as long as we've lived together, she has always been the stronger. But not for long. Soon I'm gonna beat her, and then I'll be the one dragging her unconscious body to bed and then she'll be the one waking up to me undressing her and--

Oh no. I'm starting to turn into her. As if she was reading my thought process, Blaze bursts into more laughter. She is practically in tears at this point. All I can do is storm into another room and lock the door. I lay out my red dress and proceed to remove the kimono... Slowly. It really is beautiful, and I don't want to harm such delicate and elegant clothes.

Back in my usual attire, and after taking the hairpin out, I march back out to face Blaze. Win or lose, I'm going to teach that feline a lesson in humility, or go down trying! I refuse to roll over and take her crap!

...And sometimes I wonder if she would have it no other way.