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.

Toughest Pinkette

Loud cheers filled an arena, a crowd surrounding a fairly small circular mat. A sturdy cage was wrapped around the mat, two doors on opposing sides granting entry. Two young women made their way to the arena to fulfill a challenge.

Amy Rose prided herself in being a physically powerful female protagonist with green eyes and experience training under a strong fighter to make herself able to help her friends, with her pink hair and red clothes serving as a sort of trademark to her appearance.

What she didn't realize was she shared these traits with another. A human named Sakura Haruno. It was argued left and right which of the two was stronger, faster, and overall better. As a result, a match was booked. They were both stripped down and searched for weapons (something Rouge took great pleasure in conducting in earnest), then given a single pair of tight black spats to wear.

While they were given padded gloves to prevent damage to their knuckles from punching, they were both informed that all forms of attack were legal. The only way to win would be by knockout, and beyond eye gouging and bone breaking, there were also no rules.

The two entered the ring from opposite sides, approaching each other in the center to size each other up. Sakura was two feet taller, a common difference between humans and mobians. They shook hands after a moment of silence, only for Amy to pull the taller girl closer.

"Wanna make this interesting?" Amy whispered, causing Sakura's eyebrow to raise curiously, "I've been needing a maid for a while now. How about the loser becomes the winner's slave for a couple months?"

"Hmm..." Sakura looked over the hedgehog's nude upper body for a brief moment before grinning, "You said interesting, so we'll make it interesting. A year. One whole year."

"Deal." Amy agreed as she squeezed Sakura's hand, Sakura doing the same in return. The two backed away, fists raised, as the bell rang. Amy was prepared to earn herself a maid, and she wasted no time in moving in for a quick win.

Sakura moved her arms to block repeated jabs and swings from the hedgehog, finding herself being pushed back until her bare back pressed against the cold metal cage. Her body tensing and her focus shifting for only a moment, Sakura soon cried out as a fist came crashing against her crotch, Amy aiming low due to the height difference. The taller girl fell to her knees, only for her head to bob left and right as repeated punches to her face connected with ease.

Amy was using Sakura as a speed bag by this point, finally stopping to let her collapse to the mat. With one hand between Sakura's shoulder blades and the other gripping her lycra-garbed butt as the hedgehog drove a knee into the taller girl's side.

Sakura groaned as her body jerked slightly from the impact, doing so again as Amy repeated the strike. Amy pushed against Sakura, rolling her onto her back with her arms and legs splayed about. Standing over her, Amy firmly planted her foot against the waistline of Sakura's shorts and raised her fists in victory.

The fight was far from over, but Amy wanted to bask in her dominance and the crowd loved it. However, Sakura used this moment to grab Amy's leg and roll over, pulling the hedgehog down and causing her face to roughly hit the mat with a thud. Sakura sat on Amy's rump and kept her face down against the mat with one hand gripping the back of her head. With her free hand, Sakura dug her fingernails between the smaller girl's shoulder blades and raked ever so slowly downwards, feeling Amy desperately trying to buck her off while screaming into the mat.

Finally reaching the small of her back, Sakura lifted Amy's head by her hair before ramming her face back down to the mat. Knowing Amy had been dazed, Sakura repeated this action, feeling the smaller body jerking under her from the impact. A third hit was enough, causing Sakura to roll Amy over and look down into her glossy eyes.

She wasn't knocked out yet, so Sakura had to keep up the offense. Seizing Amy's wrists, Sakura stood up and brought the hedgehog up with her, walking her over to the cage wall and slamming her back against it. The crowd cheered as Sakura punched Amy in the gut, pressuring her against the cold metal. Amy folded, only for a forearm swing to turn her head and knock saliva from her lips.

The hedgehog wearily looked back at Sakura, only for a backhanded glove to slap her head in the opposite direction. She began to slump against the cage wall as her shoulders were held and a knee dug deep into the waistline of her shorts, daring Amy to throw up as her vision became blurry. Sakura used her height to her advantage as she grabbed Amy's wrists and pinned them over her head with one hand, her other hand tugging up on the hedgehog's shorts in a frontal wedgie.

"I think I know just what I'll do to you." Sakura whispered to Amy before letting go of her shorts and jabbing at her midriff. She struck Amy again and again, watching the helpless pink mobian bounce in place, her boobs smacking against each other as her upper body jerked from the repeated blows.

Sakura leaned in close to Amy as she pressed her upper leg between Amy's own legs, making the hedgehog moan weakly. Gentle whispers entered Amy's ear, the soft voice and rubbing sensation between her legs making her blush wildly. However her eyes widened and face paled as she heard of Sakura's cruel intentions for her upon defeating her in this match.

Before Amy could respond, a knee found her crotch. She howled in pain as Sakura turned and pulled her away from the cage, pushing her to the center of the ring and watching her collapse while tenderly rubbing her most private area. She began to slowly rise to her feet, but a swinging foot caught her across the face, snapping her head to the side. She turned back to Sakura, her head bobbing and her eyes rolling back.

Sakura grinned as Amy face planted against the mat, her butt sticking into the air in a humiliating pose. The crowd cheered wildly as Sakura cracked her knuckles. Seizing a handful of hair, she pulled Amy back up to her feet, shaking her head about to waken her. The hedgehog's lip had started to bleed, and her eyes were barely open. Her bare navel showed signs of bruising, and her wobbly legs barely supported her.

With relative ease, Sakura gripped Amy's shorts while wrapping an arm around her head, lifting the beaten girl up and falling backwards to slam her back against the mat. Amy flopped lifelessly, putting up no resistance as Sakura's legs began to wrap around her neck. Sakura had sat down on Amy's collarbone, her thighs now scissoring tightly around Amy's neck with her ankles crossed.

The hedgehog's choking screams were muffled by the spandex crotch pressed against her face, with Sakura steadying herself with one arm while the other reached back, her fingers pinching and playing with Amy's nipple. At this point, Sakura simply waited as the screams died down, the struggles ended, and even twisting the nipple resulted in no activity.

Sakura stood up, looking down at the sleeping hedgehog before stepping on her breasts and raising her arms in victory. The crowd cheered, and the bet was sealed. Amy was now Sakura's, and would be at her mercy for an entire year. Her mind was ablaze with ideas and scenarios of what she would put the poor girl through...

And she knew it'd make for the best year ever.

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."

Royal Effort (Part Two)

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With one foot on a bench in a locker room, Sally tightened the laces on her knee-high wrestling boots. She felt ready. She had been preparing for so long, readying her mind and body for the real thing, for professional wrestling. Her debut match was very important, as it would no doubt be a highly publicized event. She IS the princess of the kingdom, after all.

"Well what do we have here." a sly female voice caused Sally to turn towards the locker room door, seeing a red fox mobian standing with her arms folded, a tight black latex leotard hugging her body and a sly grin smeared across her lips.

"Fiona." Sally spoke lowly, being aware of the woman's criminal history. So this was where Fiona went for rehab? A full-contact sport meant to inflict pain on other people? The acorn princess should have guessed.

"Looks like you and I have a match coming up. And look at you, all dolled up for the beating of your life."

"Listen, I don't want anything disgraceful to happen during my debut, understand?" Sally replied as she extended her hand to her opponent, "So let's just have a fair match. We may even grow to enjoy the sport together."

Fiona looked at the princess' hand with a curious expression before approaching her. With a smirk, she slapped her palm against Sally's and gave her hand a firm grip. Sally finally returned Fiona's smile, seeing some good in the woman after all. Perhaps this rehab was just what she needed, a chance to vent her anger and make an honest job out of her desire to fight.

Sally's train of thought was immediately broken as Fiona pulled her close and rammed her knee between Sally's legs, the force lifting her feet from the floor for a moment. With a shriek, Sally fell to the floor and tightly held her crotch, looking up at Fiona with a betrayed expression.

"I don't play nice, and I don't play fair," Fiona stated as she grabbed a shoulder strap of Sally's leotard, pulling her up a bit as she bent down to look Sally in the eyes, "I'm a heel in this business, do you understand? I don't care if this is your debut, or if you're the princess of the kingdom. My job is to hurt any chick who dares to set foot on that mat. And I am damn good my job."

Pushing Sally back to the floor, Fiona turned and walked out of the locker room, calling out to Sally over her shoulder as she left with a careless wave.

"So give yourself a good rub, tighten your thong, and meet me in the ring so I can earn my paycheck and show your precious people just how much of a weak little bitch you really are."

Fiona slammed the door shut behind her as she left, leaving the princess to grit her teeth in frustration. She should have known not to trust a person like Fiona, but it was alright. Sally slowly made her way back to her feet, adjusting her outfit and ignoring the lingering pain between her legs.

Fiona would pay for it in the ring.

Upon her announcement, Sally made her way to the arena with tens of thousands of cheering mobians whistling and shouting their excitement, which immediately lifted Sally's spirits. The repeated phrase of 'break her' was a little much, but considering what Fiona had done earlier, Sally felt that she would have to do just that in order to exact her revenge.

Sally entered the ring between the middle and bottom ropes, standing in her corner and staring at Fiona. A few lingering chants remained before the sound of the bell quieted the audience and signaled the start of the match. Sally and Fiona approached each other, Sally taking far more care in her advance than Fiona. Seeing her chance, Sally darted forth.

Before the red fox could react, Sally was behind her back, twisting her arm into a hammerlock. The audience began to cheer at the princess' aggression, but Sally noticed something was missing. Fiona looked over her shoulder at Sally, seemingly unbothered by the situation she was in. Annoyed, Sally tried to twist Fiona's arm up further, but it wouldn't budge. It wasn't until now that Sally noticed Fiona's arm had been flexed this entire time, preventing Sally from inflicting any kind of damage with the hold. Sally was aware she wasn't the strongest woman out there, but Fiona was resisting both of her arms with one?

Fiona fired an elbow into Sally's head with her free arm, catching the princess entirely by surprise. As she loosened her grip, Fiona struck her once more to make her stagger backwards. Seeing a gap between the two, the red fox kicked backwards, landing her boot into her opponent's stomach and making her fold with a resounding 'oogh'.

"Come on, what else you got?" Fiona taunted as she rested her hands on her hips, smiling at Sally with thinly-veiled amusement. Sally still wasn't certain what had happened. She watched pro wrestling plenty while she was preparing. She never did see anyone use their other arm to break free. Was it just another rule that heel wrestlers could ignore?

Sally shook her head to clear it as she rushed at Fiona, pressing her shoulder into Fiona's stomach as she wrapped her arms around the woman's waist. Fiona staggered back in mild shock, but planted her feet firmly to the mat. Sally couldn't budge her, despite all of her effort. It wouldn't matter soon. All Sally had to do was get her on her back, then the foxy criminal would be helpless to her submissions!

Suddenly a leg kicked upwards, the searing pain from between Sally's legs causing her grip to weaken greatly. Another low blow, and now Fiona was on the offensive. Holding the princess in her bent-over position, Fiona made Sally's body bounce with knee after knee to her torso.

"Oof... Uugh... Uuf..."

Fiona scooped up her weakened prey, gripping Sally's sore crotch tightly as she slammed Sally onto the mat on her back, bouncing her body slightly off the mat. A stomp to the chest made Sally's limp form jerk slightly, only to be dragged to her feet by a tight grip on her leotard. Another scooping slam put Sally on her back once more, now arching her back while putting a hand on her lower spine.

Fiona posed for the crowd, placing a foot on Sally's throat to hold her down as she did so. The audience cheered, once more chanting the phrase 'break her'. A thought occurred to Sally, making her now quite fearful. The cheering crowd wasn't telling Sally to defeat Fiona... They were cheering for Fiona to break her!

The fox soon went to work, laying her body on top of Sally's and digging her forearm into the princess' throat. Fiona held her face mere inches from her victim's, grinning with evil intent and an overall feeling of superiority.

"Hear that, babe? They want me to hurt you. They don't care what happens to their own royalty once she steps foot in this ring," Fiona dug her arm into Sally's throat, forcing choked gasps from her opponent, "so let's have some fun."

Sally was released from the hold, coughing harshly as she tenderly held her neck. However, the fox grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet before twisting it, causing Sally to grip her shoulder tightly. With an elbow strike to that same shoulder, Fiona forced Sally to her knees. Using this as a good chance, Fiona grabbed Sally's other wrist and pulled the princess' arms back, keeping her torso in place with a boot between her shoulder blades.

The cheering crowd almost completely drowned out Sally's cries of agony. It felt as though her arms were going to be ripped from her body, and Fiona only pressured her more as Sally gave voice to her suffering. Releasing her, Fiona pulled Sally to her feet and shoved her into a corner. Before the princess had a chance to even catch her breath, a knee slammed deep into her stomach, leaving her gasping and hanging limply by her arms draped over the top rope.

Sally's vision was blurring as she felt body blows rocking her battered form, fists and elbows and knees and feet working her over, gradually reducing her middle to paste as she had nothing left to muster for a defense. As her body was endlessly ravaged by Fiona, all Sally could hope for would be a swift end to her merciless torture.

Fiona grabbed a handful of hair, yanking Sally from the corner and throwing her to the mat face first. As the squirrel princess laid motionless on the mat, Fiona grabbed her arms and dragged her to the ropes. Fiona slid Sally's upper body between the top and middle ropes, letting her hang from the middle rope with her butt sticking into the air.

The red fox pulled her favorite ribbon from her hair, using it to tie Sally's wrists and ankles together to the bottom rope. Sally began to recover from her daze, but she was already trapped. Fiona left the ring, swiping an empty folding chair and closing it as she approached her victim. Sally shook her head weakly, expecting a crushing blow to her skull... But it never came. Fiona slid into the ring, brandishing her weapon for the audience to see.

A blush crossed Sally's cheeks as she realized her predicament. Cameramen swarmed her as the audience roared with excitement. Before the princess could beg her attacker for mercy, the metal chair slammed against her butt with full force. Tears now flowed freely from Sally's eyes as she screamed in pain and humiliation. The royal heiress of the entire kingdom was being paddled by a lowly criminal, televised for the entire kingdom to see.

WHAM! "KYAAAAGH!"

WHAM! "AAAAAHHHH!"

WHAM! "AAAAAAGGHH!"

Sally's quickly lost count of her punishing spanks, her mind trying to sort out how she could even react to this nightmare. Does she beg for mercy? Should she just curl into a ball and hope no one would notice her? No, she was of the noble Acorn family. Only one reaction would have been appropriate.

Fiona grabbed a microphone as she stepped onto the side of the ring, pulling Sally's head up by her hair.

"So, time to admit it, little girl. Beg for mercy, and admit defeat!"

Fiona pressed the microphone into Sally's face, intending to let the princess place the final nail in the coffin of her dignity.

"More."

Fiona blinked, the solitary word of defiance causing the crowd to also quiet somewhat. With a shrug, Fiona decided to grant her wish, entering the ring and resuming the spanking.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Sally screamed in pain from every strike as Fiona returned to her side, sweaty and panting.

"Done now, little girl?!"

"M-More..."

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

"M... Mor...ore!"

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

"..."

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Fiona hurled the dented chair to the side, noticing Sally had finally passed out from the pain. Untying the princess, she let her fall to the mat like a rag doll. Stomping her foot down against Sally's crotch, Fiona stood triumphant over the princess. The bell sounded, and Fiona was declared the victor.

A splash of cold water awoke Sally, who opened her eyes drearily to see Fiona sitting over her, her ribbon now returned to her hair.

"You took it all, huh?"

"Wh...What...?"

"I just wanted to humiliate you, but you just kept on going. You're a wimp, but you've got spirit. I hope you decide to stick around." Fiona ended her critique of Sally's skill with a kiss on her lips, her hands exploring Sally's breasts briefly before she broke away and stood up, leaving the ring with Sally still laying in it with no strength to even stand up.

Despite her embarrassment, Sally decided to begin her training all over again. She wouldn't leave pro wrestling until Fiona had been ground under her heel.

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."

Bad, Bad Bat

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How long had this been going on?

"Uff!"

No way to tell.

"Ugh!"

She had lost count of how many hits her body had taken.

"Ooh! Ogh!"

A bag was over her head, her arms tied over her head and legs latched to a spreader bar.

"Oough..."

A fist burrowed into her lower gut and stayed there, twisting slightly as it forced the air from Rouge's lungs. The sound of leather and spandex grinding filled the room as the bat girl lacked any voice to groan with. Finally, Rouge was released from the attack, her body gently swaying back to its neutral position.

"Urgh!"

That felt like a knee strike. Rouge had always been in control, always taking care to never make a mistake. But here she was. Her toned belly no longer resisted the penetrating strikes, her earlier facade of superiority having faded long ago. There was the sound of slow footsteps, and a hand placed on her sore stomach.

Smack!

Rouge bit her lip as her butt jiggled in her spandex.

Smack! "Ah!"

A spanking? She had been reduced--

Smack! "Mmh!"

--to this? Why? What good would it do to give her a few swats? She was a master thief and a powerful fighter. To just be spanked was just--

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The hand left her belly, sliding tenderly around to the back of her body. The other hand soon joined as they rested on Rouge's hips. She felt the wet sensation of a tongue moving up her exposed back. It gave her the creeps, but nothing could be done about it. With such a sexy body, everyone wanted to harass her, molest her, and if given the chance they would probably--

"AAAH!"

A knee had been lifted into her crotch from behind. Hard. The hands holding her kept her still as kisses were trailed between her shoulder blades.

"GAAAAH!"

Another low blow. The hands caressed her body as they slid to her large breasts, gripping them tightly. The bag on Rouge's head grew and shrank rapidly as her breathing became heavier.

"OOOGH!"

Yet another, but the groping didn't stop. Rouge was finally released, her panting moans filling the room. The foot steps moved in front of her and began to get a little distance. However, only a moment passed before a boot dug into her body.

"Ooough..."

Rouge's head hung limp as the boot dug into her, raising up under her rib cage before retracting. A certain moistness began to take hold between Rouge's legs as the bag was finally removed.

"Was that good for you, babe?" inquired a brown squirrel mobian as Rouge's eyes adjusted to the light. It was Sally Acorn, who was now sliding two fingers between the captive bat's legs.

"Haa... Haa... So good..." came the hungry reply from Rouge, drool dripping from her mouth as she spoke between heavy pants.

"It must have been, you're all wet down here. But, time is up. You only paid for four hours." Sally spoke as she reached up to undo Rouge's bindings.

"Two thousand!" Rouge's sudden outburst caused Sally to pause.

"You want more?"

"I need more... Two thousand..."

Sally smirked at the thought. The price for Rouge to live out her favorite fantasy had just been doubled, and all Sally had to do was continue what she was doing. She tightened her leather gloves before slipping the bag back over Rouge's head. Sally pulled out a tazer and moved it towards Rouge's moistened crotch.

"Alright, you naughty bat. Warm up's over."