Enter Metal Amy

It wasn't enough. No matter how hard she tried, it was never enough.

In the brisk morning sunlight, a pink hedgehog spent her early hours with her gloved palms pressed to the ground, her smooth arms glistening with sweat as she lifted and lowered her body with strained, panting numbers rising in slow succession.

"Twelve... Thirteen... F-Fourteen..."

It wasn't long before her chest met flat with the forest floor, her red mini dress getting mildly dirty from the landing. Rolling onto her back, the girl sighed from the exertion, her arms resting over her eyes and her legs splayed out. As her heaving chest matched pace with her heavy breathing, she thought back to what caused her to begin training.

Not a single event, but multiple came about before her eyes. Her dear friend Sally, who fought off a pair of robots to rescue her, ended up getting her arms pinned and her belly beaten furiously. She could still remember Sally's agonizing grunts and weakly exhales as her ability to breathe was systematically pounded out of her lithe form.

While Sally was able to win that fight, this would only happen again when Blaze, another dear friend, ended up being captured. To keep the pink hedgehog safe, Blaze allowed herself to be made an example of. Her shirt torn off and her limbs stretched out, she was put on display to the resistance as she was whipped a dozen times every hour for a week.

This war against the robots would only get more and more brutal. She had to keep up, she had to get stronger to help protect her friends. Whatever training it would take, whatever endurance it would require, she would see it through.

"...Because I'm Amy Rose, I don't give up easily in the face of bad guys!" Amy declared, finishing her thought out loud to the forest. Only birds and squirrels heard her, it seemed. The hedgehog looked around at the sound of flapping wings and scampering paws, her voice apparently startling the peace surrounding her.

With a sigh, Amy sat up and dusted her dress off. However her interest shifted to a strange sound that began to draw closer to her. A whistling sound... From above? The pinkette looked up, only to quickly scramble aside as some kind of object fell right where she sat, the loud impact and ensuing dust cloud both deafening and blinding her for a brief moment.

"What was--" Amy struggled between coughs to speak, only for a metallic hand to seize her throat tightly, the arm attached to it easily moving upwards to lift the hedgehog off her feet. The dust began to clear away as Amy valiantly punched at the arm holding her and kicked her legs about wildly, though it accomplished little more than tiring herself out and spending precious oxygen on the exertion.

Finally, there was a window in the settling dust cloud that enabled Amy to see her attacker. Standing before her was her own self, but staring at her through black eyes and glowing green irises. Her arms were made of sleek metal with what appeared to be Piko Piko Hammers for bracers, and while her red dress was nearly identical to Amy's own, her silver legs and red plated boots only served to match her arms.

Needless to say, Amy had... Questions. Quite a few, in fact, about the design of this particular bot. The only conclusion she could come to was that this was another of the Metal series, in this case a Metal Amy. Amy reeled back her fist to swing again, only to find herself thrown over the robot's shoulder and to the ground, rolling frantically with her momentum until she stopped just short of the base of a tree.

"What... Do you want...?" Amy managed to choke out as she gripped her throat and stand up. In lieu of a verbal response, the pink hedgehog was instead forced to duck under a flying punch, which completely ripped the tree from the stump on impact. Watching the towering lumber hit the ground in horror, Amy scrambled to run away, only for one of her tail to be seized.

"Wha? Let go of me, you cree-aaaaagh!" she tried to object to being grabbed, only for her body to stiffen as an electric charge emptied from Metal Amy's hand into her body through her tail. Soon going limp, Amy was pulled back into Metal Amy and held in a reverse bear hug. Two thick forearms crossed over her stomach, pressing hard into her red dress and forcing Amy to cough up saliva.

Before the hedgehog could attempt any form of escape, she was released only long enough to be grabbed by her dress and thrown across the ground once more. Grunting and groaning as she traveled, Amy eventually came to a stop... Only for Metal Amy to once again pick her up and throw her about like a rag doll.

Amy flopped hard against the unforgiving dirt, soon sitting up on her knees and raising her palms passively to the approaching Metal Amy.

"W-Wait... Hang on... Can't we talk about this... Please?" panted out the weary girl, only for Metal Amy to interlock her hands with Amy's own... Easily tightening her grip and tilting her hands forward, forcing Amy's own hands back until a painful crack was heard in her wrists. Amy screamed in pain and shook her head, with her only mercy from the pain coming from her mechanical double lifting her up with ease.

For a moment, Amy made eye contact with her attacker. There were no emotions to be found in her gaze or face. Her pleading expression seemed to speak volumes, as for the first time, Metal Amy spoke as if to answer her question.

"Primary mission: test internal battery life in combat with Amy Rose. Parameters: prolong battle and detect signs of overheat or power drain."

The voice was soulless, but slightly feminine. There was no remorse to be found in her words, only that Metal Amy desired the pinkette to fight her for some length of time... But this wasn't a battle. As Amy's hands were released, she continued to remind herself over and over. It wasn't a battle. It was an example. A display of how far she still had to go before she could truly be of any help to her friends.

As Amy had begun to fall, a metal knee swung up into her crotch at high speed, the force enough to halt her downward momentum entirely for a moment. Before she could cry out, a palm thrust struck her in the stomach to lift her higher in the air, followed by a jumping uppercut to her chin to spin her about.

What was this? A fighting game? She was being juggling helplessly through the air, unable to defend herself or even be aware of what was happening. Amy almost fell face-first into the dirt, but two hands shot out and grabbed her ankles. Still woozy, Amy watched as her limp arms hung under her, her hands and wrists brushing against what was almost her landing zone.

A metal leg soon lashed out, a hard left kick to Amy's exposed navel, as her positioning caused her dress to fall down to her breasts, leaving most of her body plenty visible. A right kick soon followed, with Amy jerking from the recoil of the hard strike. Another left, followed by two rights. Metal Amy was practically dancing in place as she kicked any remaining fight out of the pink hedgehog.

Finally, she lifted Amy up and released her ankles, only to wrap her arms around her waist and clamp her knees around her head. Before she could even voice her pleas for mercy, Amy found herself driven head-first into the ground hard enough to completely knock her out. The robot released her, allowing Amy to crumple to the ground before her.

Seizing Amy's hair and forcing her up to a standing position, Metal Amy noted no overheat signs yet. She needed more testing, however. A few slaps across the mobian girl's face eventually woke her, but as she was still coming around, Metal Amy promptly trapped her in a bear hug.

"Hnnngh... N-No... No more..." Amy pleaded as she looked down at Metal Amy, who buried her face in Amy's chest before jumping high into the sky. Amy screamed in fear, only for her screams to be cut short when the two plummeted into a river. Metal Amy landed firmly on her feet at the bottom of the river, her arms still wrapped around a struggling Amy Rose.

Bubbles began to escape from Amy's lips as she shook her head wildly, still struggling valiantly to escape and get some much needed oxygen into her lungs. However it was not long before Metal Amy suddenly tightened her hold, causing Amy's face to turn different shades of blue and purple. Time was running out, and her lungs felt as if they were on fire.

She needed to breathe somehow, anyhow... But there was no escape. Seeing that Amy was still trying, however, Metal Amy decided to shift one of her arms upward to place one hand on the back of her head, seemingly embracing her in the process. Wasting no time, Metal Amy loosened her grip and drove her knee deep into the drowning mobian's belly, keeping it dug deep as the robot watching a thick trail of bubbles flow freely from Amy's gaping mouth.

Holding Amy by her shoulders, Metal Amy waited a few moments longer to ensure the helpless girl was indeed drowning before flying to the surface using thrusters under her feet. Once the two broke free of the river, Metal Amy promptly dumped the hedgehog to the ground unceremoniously as she continued to fly higher into the air. Eventually the sinister robot changed course and flew down at the drowned girl laying flat on her back with limbs splayed around her.

"HURGGGHGHHH!" gargled Amy as two feet stomped heavily into her stomach, seemingly to crack the very ground under her body. The impact was intense enough to cause the hedgehog to vomit all the water she had ingested while submerged in a violent upheaval, leaving her a twitching mess afterwards.

Seeing an opportunity, Metal Amy stepped off the defeated pinkette before reaching down with both hands to grab the torso of her dress. In a single motion, the two hands moved away from each other and ripped the wet fabric apart with no effort. Amy's dress was backless, and so she wasn't keen on wearing a bra... Leaving her breasts totally free and exposed to Metal Amy.

Changing her grip to the two soft orbs, Metal Amy squeezed tightly before lifting Amy's upper body from the ground. The weight of her body tugging on her sensitive boobs, Amy groaned weakly with what little remained in her to react with... However, this was met with an electric surge.

Once more just as before, Amy's body was wracked with wave after wave of electric currents, forcing her body to twitch and jerk about entirely beyond her control. Noticing a warning in her systems, Metal Amy released the smoking body of her victim and ran an internal diagnostic... Finding she had indeed begun to overheat.

It was time to make her report. Stepping over Amy's body, making sure to step on the hedgehog's belly as she did so, Metal Amy marched off before taking flight to inform the Empire of her discovery. Eventually, the birds and squirrels returned, seeing Amy Rose lying motionless on the ground save for the whimpering, ragged breaths she managed to squeeze through her destroyed form.

She tried to get stronger with everything she had in her, but in the end...

It wasn't enough. No matter how hard she tried, it was never enough.

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."

The Binding Of Sally Acorn

Image By Chad The Cartoon Nut: Check Out His DeviantArt Account...

...His account got closed, but many of his works can still be found there.

The plan had gone awry. Not only was Sally seen, but her escape route was blocked. A particularly tenacious robot had been trying to capture her during her mission to retrieve some files regarding Eggman's latest weapon systems. A cannon capable of clearing forests appeared to be the biggest threat to Knothole, but none of the innocent citizens would ever be aware of their impending doom, much less be prepared to defend themselves against it.

Sally had no choice. She had to get through this robot and reach her people.

She was not one to brag, but Sally had been trained in the fires of war to handle most situations. Sally was the size of an average female mobian, with her body covered in brown fur aside from her belly, which was more tan in coloration. She dressed lightly, wearing only an open blue vest and matching knee high boots. With striking blue eyes and short, flowing red hair, Sally was a knockout by mobian standards with plenty of people longing to marry her.

The robot before her was only slightly taller than her, and while humanoid in shape, it lacked arms despite the somewhat long torso. Sally herself was out of tools, having used all of them just getting this far, but she recalled that this robot had not once opened fire with any form of hidden gun or blaster, meaning it must not have any distance weaponry either. She would have to face it head-on, and with physical combat.

The princess rushed her adversary, quickly going for the legs in an effort to simply trip it and run by. As Sally grew close, a coil suddenly fired from the front of the robot's body, slithering around her waist tightly. As she came to a halt, Sally tried to pull on the gradually tightening coil in an effort to release herself, but her attempts were halted as two more coils fired from the robot's torso.

"Ergh... Let me go!" cried out Sally as her wrists were wrapped by the coils, forcing her arms up over her head. Her demands fell on deaf ears as her middle was squeezed even more tightly, crushing any effort to speak. As the pain grew worse, another coil was launched at the bound girl, wrapping itself just under her boobs.

Sally squirmed in a desperate attempt to free herself from the crushing feeling that encompassed her waist and ribs, her short tail even wagging wildly about as she struggled, but she couldn't find the strength necessary. The squirrel girl was being crushed little by little as the coils didn't show any signs of stopping. However, her pain magnified even further as an electric charge surged through the coils.

"KYAAAAAAAGH!" Sally's body stiffened as the voltage poured into and throughout her body. Her stiffened figure began to jerk about, uncontrolled spasms taking over her despite her restricted movements. The torture finally subsided, enabling Sally's body to hang limply from her restraints. Steam poured from her body, evidence of her recent hardship.

The coils moved upwards, lifting the panting princess into the air as more coils fired at her. Wrapping around her neck and ankles, Sally's body was positioned spread eagle in the air. All of the coils all tightened further, causing her to choke and gasp for air. Squeezing wasn't her only problem as the coils all lowered aside from the one under her boobs, which instead raised higher. Sally was being bent backwards, only increasing the brutal pain rushing through her.

Mere moments of this torture passed before a popping sound came from Sally's spine, causing her to pass out from the pain. The robot began marching towards Eggman's fortress, still holding the unconscious girl in the air. Sally's eyes had rolled back, drool dripping from the corner of her open-hanging mouth.

Despite it all, one could only fathom the worse pain she would experience at the direct hands of the psychotic tyrant she was about to be presented to...