[Cornered] Dethroned With Dignity

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With both Rouge and Amy in your personal care, you had felt it was time to call it good, and not risk drawing any further attention for the moment. Your harem was fine as it was, a mixture of sexy and cute, of innuendos and innocence.

Apparently it just wasn't meant to be as the princess herself, Sally Acorn, had decided to try to sneak into your own home to rescue the girls. Naturally, you reacted to this in a calm, sensible manner. You tazed her from a safe distance before approaching her fallen form and stomping her until she blacked out. Stripping her naked and throwing her body over your shoulder, you gave her rump a good swat before carrying her into a more private room to make a pet out of her.

...

You watch as Amy and Rouge, both dressed in revealing harem attire, bind Sally between two poles, her arms and legs forcibly spread in an 'X' shape as a result. The two then bow and leave the room obediently, permitting you some privacy as you uncoil a whip. Sally's back is to you, so you approach her and grab her between the legs, watching as she began to stir. You then grip her fur and yank on it, not pulling it out, but definitely causing a rude awakening to Sally. You step back a few paces as Sally, panting and unnerved by her position, demands to be set free.

CRACK!

"AAAH!"

The whip effectively silences her with a single lash across her back. You inform her what happens to naughty girls in your home, but Sally will not hear of it. She demands you to free her and the others, ignoring your warnings entirely. It is time to break this girl.

CRACK!

"KYAAGH!"

CRACK!

"AAAAGH!"

CRACK!

"GAAAGH!"

Sally is panting now, her fur now soaking to her body from sweat. You walk around in front of her, seeing she has begun to cry. She notices you and quickly straightens her body and turns her head away from you, refusing you any kind of satisfaction. That is fine, her boobs are looking a little too proud for your tastes anyway.

CRACK!

"MMMMMGH!"

Sally bites her lip as she tries to restrain herself, refusing to cry out with you looking right at her. The lash was well-aimed, striking across both of her nipples. One more good hit would likely earn her voice in this torture.

CRACK!

"HAAAAAAAIIEE!"

There it is, and now Sally's head is hanging limply, her body sagging in her bindings as she is whimpering in pain. Approaching her and reaching behind to rub her butt as you speak, you whisper into her ear the many things you have done to Rouge and Amy. Sally tries to turn her head away, but you make her turn to face you by pushing the handle of the whip against her cheek.

Tears are drenching her face, saliva rolling from a corner of her mouth, but in her eyes is a fire you have yet to extinguish. Once more, she demands freedom for her and the girls. This Sally Acorn is starting to become annoying, and you can't help but slap her across the face a couple times before distancing yourself and taking aim at her smooth navel.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Screams echo loudly, probably audible even to Rouge and Amy despite wherever they might be. Sally jerks about wildly in her bindings as you refuse to let her rest whatsoever, intending to ensure whatever fight she has in her will be taken care of. You stop to catch your breath, seeing Sally is barely conscious.

She has one last chance. You toss the whip aside and grab her by the hair and throat, forcing her head back to look up into your eyes. She is meeting you with a glare. It is weak, she lacks a solid voice to speak with, but you can tell. It is still there. Her defiance. Her willpower. This was no doubt the resolve of the crown princess, Sally Acorn.

You knee her in the crotch and walk away, knowing it'll take a considerable amount of time to break this one. But you have other things you need to do. Ringing a bell, you watch as your loyal pets enter the room and shuffle over to Sally, freeing her from her bindings and blindfolding her before dragging her out of the room.

You might need some help with Sally... But who would be the right girl to enslave for this purpose?

[Cornered] A Plucked Rose

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A groan lazily poured from the mouth of a pink hedgehog as you pulled her large hammer from her grip. She had put up a fight, but was no match in the end. Grabbing the front of her red dress, you pulled Amy Rose up to her feet before releasing her, the groggy girl staggering about as she tried to regain her balance.

You watched as she lifted her hands, barely even making fists, still trying to fight despite her condition. Brushing her hands aside with ease, you fired a straight kick into her stomach, forcing her to fold with a harsh cough. Wrapping your arms around her waist, you lifted the mobian girl up, flipping her upright to have her sit on your shoulders while you maintained your grip on her dress.

Your eyes and nose were filled with the sight and scent of Amy’s pantied crotch as you held her, but the desire to inflict some more pain on the girl outweighed the enjoyment of her positioning. Pulling up on her dress, lifting her slightly in the process, you threw Amy down to the ground on her back, bouncing her body slightly before going limp.

Giving her a quick stomp to ensure she was awake, you grabbed her hair with both hands and dragged the beaten girl to her feet, sending a knee into her belly for her trouble. Amy had wanted to face you to prove her strength, but she was likely unaware of how thorough your victories were. Like Rouge before her, Amy would be your pet. You would make sure of it.

Your hand swung low, gripping her crotch tightly as your other hand squeezed Amy’s throat. Lifting the girl up over your head, you took a moment to let Amy see her distance from the ground, causing her to shake her head in terror. Lowering yourself to one knee, you released your pink prisoner, letting her freefall before you… Her belly landing directly across your leg.

Wind rushed from Amy’s lungs as she gasped for air, saliva dripping from her mouth as her body slackened over your knee. Pulling her dress up, you gripped Amy’s tail and began spanking her. Never ceasing, you asked Amy if she had had enough. Between gasps and whimpers, Amy finally surrendered herself, her plea for mercy finally being answered.

Firmly lifting her head by her hair while keeping your other hand resting on her rear, you told her to speak up, to clearly announce her submission to your demands. Tears ran down Amy’s soft cheeks as she listened to what was expected of her, and of the punishments that would follow were she disobedient in any way.

“I submit… I’m… I’m your pet…” Amy’s head turned slightly as she looked back at you with a pained expression, “Please don’t beat me anymore, master… I’ll be good…”

You release Amy, letting her collapse to the ground. She was a little tougher than Rouge was, surprisingly enough. But this was just the beginning. You took a moment to look over your new pet hedgehog. Watching Amy’s chest rise and fall with her struggling breaths, tears running down her flushed cheeks, seeing her body splayed out and helpless before you…

This is one plucked rose that you would keep for a very long time.

[Cornered] Finer Than Diamond

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Her breasts heaved as the sublime figure of Rouge scooted back, trying to escape from what was possibly her most regretted decision yet. She had attempted to steal valuable gems from you, and paid a price greater than their monetary worth by crossing you. Rouge rolled over to her hands and knees, attempting to shake off her exhaustion and crawl away, her round butt swaying about as she weakly forced herself forward. Her tail waved back and forth in an almost hypnotic manner as Rouge moved, somehow having an amazing allure even while in such a weakened state... Or rather, more so because of said weakened state.

Rouge's progress was short-lived as you easily approached her and grabbed the back of her tight black spandex just above her tail as well as a handful of her hair, forcing the young woman to up to her feet. You lowered yourself as you snaked one arm between her legs, tightly gripping her thigh. Your other hand gripped her jaw, and as you straightened your body, Rouge found herself stretched across your shoulders as you effortlessly carried her around the room.

Pitiful groans escaped Rouge as you pulled down on her, bending her spine further. You offered her an ultimatum. Be your slave for an indefinite amount of time, or continue to suffer. She may be strong, but you have clearly outmatched her. Rouge whimpered out a weak agreement to your terms, only to be dumped to the floor on her already weakened back.

The thieving bat slowly worked her way to her knees, but a tight grip on the pink heart that adorned her highly-endowed chest forced her to her feet. With a quick slap across the face to ensure she was awake, you pressed Rouge back against a wall and looked into her hazy eyes, still holding her up by the front of her uniform.

You made your intentions to her clear, telling her directly all that she would have to do for you as your new pet. If your stipulations were not met, she would be severely punished however you felt necessary. Rouge visibly paled as you spoke, becoming more nervous with every word. Resisting meant more pain, however. The jewel thief was left with little option.

You released her, causing her to slide down the wall to a seated position. You watched as Rouge panted, her wonderful breasts bobbing within the barely-effective spandex of her suit. Sweat dripped from her face to her chest, soon becoming lost as it trailed into her soft valley. With but a moment's hesitation, Rouge leaned forward, supporting herself on two shaky hands and two equally unstable knees. Her breasts hung low and swayed as she struggled to keep herself up, but she made no effort to meet your gaze.

"I submit myself to you," Rouge whimpered as she kept her head lowered, her hands tightening into fists as she silently cursed her own weakness, "please do whatever you wish to me... M... Master..."

Ideas soared through your mind as you knelt before Rouge and lifted her chin to look into her eyes. Fear and pain had broken her willpower, but it was obvious that this was momentary, and she would likely use her wiles to escape at some point. She would need training, discipline... And fortunately, you had nothing but time to give Rouge all that and more.

She belonged to you now, with eyes prettier than emeralds and a figure finer than diamond.