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.

[Cornered] Dethroned With Dignity

Image by Archie Comics

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?

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?"

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.

Royal Effort (Part One)

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"Thanks for coming on such short notice, Vanilla."

"Its my pleasure, Sally Sweetie."

Sally had been preparing for an upcoming wrestling debut, intending to join the pro circuit. However, she intended to be as prepared as possible. Knowing she lacked pure power and only had slightly above average speed, Sally's forte would no doubt be her flexibility.

In short, her advantage would lie in submission holds. The more she knew, the better her odds of victory.

Sally had called in an old friend, Vanilla the Rabbit, to assist her in practicing her moves. Vanilla would endure a dozen different holds, including the finishing move Sally had been working on. Vanilla would be compensated for this, of course.

"Are you ready?" Sally asked, trying not to stare at Vanilla's toned and curvy body tightly gripped by her orange leotard.

"Whenever you are." was the rabbit's reply, who seemed to have no issue openly gazing over Sally's slender form contained within a form-fitting blue leotard with short black bike shorts underneath.

Sally took a breath to relax herself before promptly darting around Vanilla, wrenching her left arm behind her back. With a twist, Sally forced Vanilla's hand up between her shoulder blades. The pain shooting through her arm caused Vanilla to cry out in surprise and stand on her toes with her chest pushing outwards.

A hammerlock, a simple enough submission that can be applied from most positions, standing or otherwise. Sally tightened the hold, seeing Vanilla grasp her pained shoulder with her free hand. Kicking the rabbit's legs caused her to fall to her knees, a released grip giving Vanilla a momentary reprieve. However, Sally immediately moved her arm around the front of Vanilla's neck, pulling her head back under her tightening arm in a specific hold.

This was the dragon sleeper, which was very effective as it worked pretty well against downed targets. Tightening the hold, Sally pressed her knee into Vanilla's back, bending her victim across her leg for additional pain. As Sally held the suffering rabbit in this hold, she took a moment to notice the view presented to her. Vanilla's boobs jiggled within the tight confines of her leotard as she struggled to free herself, the view seeming to mesmerize Sally.

Sally's reverie was broken when she noticed Vanilla's struggles begin to tire out. The princess quickly released her friend, not realizing how long she had locked her in the hold. Vanilla flopped to the mat, panting heavily as groans rolled from her throat. Intending to continue the pressure, Sally sat on Vanilla's lower back, hooking the fallen bunny's arms up over Sally's legs as she gripped her chin, pulling up on her head.

The camel clutch was a pretty popular move due to how easy it was to use and how wildly effective it was. As Sally leaned back, Vanilla moaned loudly in agony. Her lower back was being tortured by this move, not to mention how sore her neck was getting and how her position wasn't helping her pained shoulder any.

Sally looked down at her friend, seeing her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth hanging open as groans of pain continued to flow out. Sally quite enjoyed this position, and looking past Vanilla's suffering expression caused Sally to see right down Vanilla's suit. Pulling on the bunny girl's head a bit caused her boobs to bob and sway with the motion, the princess finding herself entranced once more.

She needed to practice her other holds, however. Sally released Vanilla and switched gears, scooping Vanilla's legs under her arms as she sat on Vanilla's lower back, pulling on the rabbit's legs in a painful boston crab. There was no way to escape this move, Sally was certain. Vanilla cried out in pain, her body continuing to be ravaged by Sally's onslaught. Leaning back, Sally continued to apply pressure to her rabbit friend.

However, she couldn't resist trying another move. With Vanilla in such pain, maybe she wouldn't notice Sally's ulterior motive. Sally released the hold and spun around to once again be facing Vanilla's upper body. However, she then stretched out, laying on top of the rabbit as her arms wrapped around her neck for a sleeper hold.

Vanilla offered little resistance to Sally's move, seemingly too tired and sore to even bother. Seeing her chance, Sally began to move her hips slightly. With Vanilla barely conscious or aware, Sally was taking this chance to rub her crotch against the bunny's rear, causing a blush to form across the princess' face. A certain high came about when dominating a woman in the ring, Sally found. It was just the rush she was looking for. And with her lineup of submissions, no one could resist her.

Sally continued to drag Vanilla through submission after submission until all twelve were used, breaking down the rabbit's body over the next hour and a half. The busty mobian laid flat on her back, panting heavily as sweat dripped from every part of her body. Sally straddled Vanilla's stomach and pressed Vanilla's wrists against the mat over her head, looking into the eyes of the hurting woman.

"Thanks for this, Vanilla. I needed the practice."

"No... Problem... Sally Sweetie..." Vanilla's response began to carry a sultry tone with it, "But I believe... It is time for... My payment..."

"You're right, you're right."

Sally stretched out on top of Vanilla, interlocking her fingers with the rabbit's as she planted a kiss on her lips. The two enjoyed a different kind of workout, unique submissions that neither would ever want to tap out from.

[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.

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."

Soundless Whispers

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Clouds so thick the sun's rays barely reached the ground...

Nature stripped clean with only dirt remaining...

A colossal metal city in one direction, a gradually declining forest in the other...

Such was the war faced by the Freedom Fighters. Mobians living peacefully in the forest, forced to stand together to rebel against a tyrannical dictator bent on destroying all nature, replacing it with an endless city of smog and steel.

As swatbots, grunts of the robotic army and primary invasion force of Robotnik's empire swarmed the field, four mobians faced them alone. A brown squirrel armed with explosives, a yellow fox wielding his own array of gadgets, a pink hedgehog carrying a large mallet, and lastly a blue blur darting about between the enemies without a scratch.

Sally, Tails, Amy, and Sonic were the front line warriors of the Freedom Fighters, and they would not go down without a fight. To the amazement of many, the four held up quite well. Swatbots exploded left and right, the combined might of brains and brawn proving too much for the robotic forces to handle. Tiring hours passed, but the four came out victorious. Another win for the Freedom Fighters.

"Good work team," Sally called out to her scattered allies as they observed the battlefield, "let's head back home."

"Whew, that sounds wonderful." groaned Tails as he approached Sally.

"I could keep going, but those bolt brains need a rest. Maybe next time they'll be able to do something worthwhile." joked Sonic as he followed Tails, running his hand through his blue spines with a casual smirk.

"Wait, what?!"

The three turned to their newest recruit, Amy Rose. She was a fresh soldier in the war against Robotnik, inexperienced but strong. Her simply red dress clung tightly to her upper body, flowing more loosely as it neared her knees. She was somewhat short, with big red boots and a large red and yellow hammer as a weapon. She blinked her green eyes as a look of frustration crossed her face.

She harbored a crush on the team hero, Sonic, and was gunning for a chance to show off her skills to him, hopefully earning his love in the process. Several battles without a chance to do so left her more than a little annoyed.

"We have the advantage! Why not just go in and stomp Robotnik right now?"

"Amy, there are only four of us." Sally tried to reason with Amy, but her words didn't appear to get through.

"We can take him! Let's march right on in there and finish this war once and for all!" declared Amy as she turned and marched towards Robotnik's city. Sonic prepared to stop Amy, but a machine activated from under the very ground he stood on. Soon, three glass tubes burst out from the ground, trapping all three mobians.

Amy turned back to her team, seeing them encased within their new prison. With a gasp, Amy ran back to the team, pounding her fist against Sonic's tube. After struggling for a bit, she saw Sonic's lips move without any voice coming from him. These tubes were soundproof. Amy turned to Sally, seeing her point towards the forest.

"I'm not leaving you guys here!" Amy took a step back and raised her hammer, making Sonic a little nervous as Amy prepared to take one huge swing at the tube to break it open, not considering what might happen to the encased hedgehog when the glass would inevitably shatter.

Before the scenario could play out however, a blaster fired at Amy, knocking the hammer from her hands and off into the distance. Amy spun around to face her adversary, only to be faced with a much larger robot. Unlike the gray swatbots from before, this black robot was far more heavily armored. Large shoulder pads, massive boots, and a generally more intimidating appearance with the glowing red visor made for a daunting foe. Robotnik's voice roared with laughter over a loudspeaker installed on the robot.

"Behold, pitiful animals! A whole new model of robot! The shadowbot! It is sleeker, stronger, faster, and smarter than anything you've fought before!" the shadowbot flexed and posed as Robotnik gloated, though Amy appeared less than impressed.

"It's just a bigger swatbot. I'll break it just like all your other toys, Egghead."

"Eh? Is that the pink one? Where's Sonic?!"

"YOU put him in a bubble!"

"Bubble? The isolation tubes caught HIM?! And YOU were left in the open?!"

"Why do you sound so surprised? You built three of them, so how were you going to catch all four of us?"

"Because I wanted you all to watch my new shadowbot destroy Sonic! Well, I guess I can just make him a robot. But before that, he's gonna get to watch YOU get beaten to a pulp! This is great! Don't kill her, shadowbot! I have some planning to do!"

Robotnik's cackling voice finally cut out as the shadowbot raised its fists, ready to take on the smaller mobian. Unable to hear Sonic and company yelling for her to run, Amy suddenly rushed to the side. The shadowbot watched as she neared her hammer, but before Amy could reach her signature weapon, it was blasted out of her reach once more.

Amy glared at the shadowbot, but was surprised to see it already closing in. Fast. Amy raised her arms to protect herself as a single strong swing of the shadowbot's fist put Amy against the ground. Amy coughed and started to recover, but a metallic boot to the belly sent her sliding back towards the glass tubes.

"Gurgh... Little... Tougher than I thought..." Amy spit to clear her mouth as she stood up, using the tube for support. Inside was Sally, who was yelling something at Amy.

"Relax, Sal... This is all under--" Amy suddenly fell to the ground mid-sentence, having seen the shadowbot's reflection in the tube, "--control!"

The shadowbot's fist slammed into the tube, Sally dropping to her knees and covering her head. Amy smirked, silently congratulating herself. She had freed Sally, and the odds were now in their favor!

THUNK!

...Thunk? No crash? Amy paled as the shadowbot looked down at her, the fist having not even cracked the tube. The shadowbot grabbed Amy's head with ease as it lifted her into the air, the pink hedgehog kicking at the air as she tried to free herself. The young Freedom Fighter felt the back of her body touch the tube, only compounding her fear of what was coming.

The shadowbot reeled back, and slammed Amy's entire stomach with a single powerful punch. Sally's eyes widened, her prison vibrating from the force of the blow. Saliva flew onto the robotic arm as it pressured Amy's body against the glass, her mouth hanging open as pain overloaded her brain. The fist retracted with the limp body no longer offering resistance.

Throwing Amy to the ground, the shadowbot went to work. Punch after punch, the shadowbot pounded Amy's body despite her inability to defend herself.

"Urgh! Ough! Aagh! Oof!" Amy's cries fell on deaf ears, as only metalwork could hear her. Sonic, having seen more than enough, pounded on the glass with all his might with no success. He had no room to build momentum, and had little hope of breaking glass even a shadowbot couldn't crack.

Grabbing Amy's dress, the shadowbot lifted Amy into the air before slamming her face-down to the dirt. The heartless machine lifted her by her legs, holding her upside-down with her dress falling down, exposing her dirty white panties. Grabbing the hedgehog's arms, the shadowbot began to pull on Amy's limbs.

"AAAAAAGH!"

Amy's screams subsided as the shadowbot ceased stretching her, instead opting to lift her up into the air... Only to throw the mobian girl down across an outstretched leg, folding her over the metal limb before causing her to lifelessly slide off and to the ground.

The shadowbot grabbed Amy's head and hoisted her into the air, seeing her dress was now torn up. A bio scan showed that there was still life in the beaten body, causing the shadowbot to continue its mission. To waken Amy, the shadowbot released its grip on her to let her fall to the ground... However, it drove its fist into her face as she fell, sending her flying towards the glass tubes.

To Sonic's horror, Amy's body slammed against the tube containing him, all of the pink hedgehog's injuries plain as day for Sonic to witness. Her dress was in tatters, her face bore several blood trails, her nose was likely broken, and bruises were dark enough to be visible all over her body despite her pink fur masking them.

"S...Sonic..." Amy mustered as tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the blood as it moved down the tube she laid against, "I...I'm...sor...ry..."

Sonic pressed his hands against the tube, whispering to Amy... Though she could only imagine what he was saying. Words of encouragement? It'll be okay? She'll make it out of this? The pink hedgehog held tight to Sonic's silent whisper, as it was all she had left with the sound of metallic stomping drawing near her. The shadowbot approached Amy, now carrying her favorite hammer.

Sonic's eyes grew wide as saucers as Amy's spine was struck by her own hammer with enough force to shake the very cell he stood in. Blood flew from Amy's mouth, trailing the tube as she slid lifelessly to the ground. Another bio scan from the shadowbot confirmed Amy's survival, but her body could take no more.

The mission being complete, Amy's body was dragged towards the city as swatbots approached the team, sleeping gas beginning to fill the tubes containing the Freedom Fighters. Tails passed out, followed by Sally. The swatbots stared with expressionless gazes as Sonic, his rage having peaked, slowly crumbled to the sleeping gas.

Hold on Amy, he thought to himself. Just hold on...

The Binding Of Sally Acorn

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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...

Bunny Beating

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"Did you remember everything?" a kind mother asked her daughter.

"Yep! I can't wait to visit Amy!" the daughter replied with a smile. The two were rabbit mobians, the mother being an endowed woman named Vanilla and the daughter being a young girl named Cream. Cream was preparing for a sleepover at Amy's, which was a perfect opportunity for Vanilla to go to her job.

"Mommy, are you going to work tonight?" Cream suddenly asked.

"Why yes, in fact I must head out in an hour."

"Will you be able to play tomorrow when I get home?"

"Of course I will. And I'll be coming home with some freshly-bought groceries. How does carrot cake sound?"

"It sounds great! I can't wait!" Cream giggled as she hugged her mother. However, a look of unease crossed Vanilla now that her face was out of eye shot. She had a very specific job, and tonight was supposed to be her worst night yet. However, she would do whatever it took to ensure her little Cream would live happily.

Cream left soon after, leaving Vanilla to her thoughts as she went to her bedroom. Looking at her reflection in a mirror, she began to strip. In only her panties, she took a moment to admire her figure. Her body had become quite toned as of late due to this job despite what was required of her. From her bottom dresser she pulled out an orange bunny girl outfit.

It was time.

A few miles outside the village was a public fighting arena, well known for pitting mobians and humans against one another for better or worse. Vanilla was scheduled to have a cage match with some foreign champion, and her contract still stood. Desperate for money at one point in her life, Vanilla signed a contract for five years requiring her to fight twice a week... And if she wanted paid, she had to show up in her sexy bunny outfit and lose. Badly.

The bunny woman went to the arena at the scheduled time and was escorted to the arena, ignoring the cat calls and whistles from the crowd. Vanilla knew she was nothing to these people, and the best response she could muster was denial of their presence. The cage door closed behind Vanilla as she walked across the mat to the other side, examining the metal coils that now contained her. She would likely be dragged out of this cage, but at least she would be providing for Cream.

Vanilla was snapped back to reality by the sound of the cage door closing once more. The rabbit woman turned to see her opponent, but was greeted by a left hook to her jaw that spun her back into the cage wall. Vanilla tried to recover but a booted foot swung up between her legs, smashing her crotch with a powerful soccer kick.

With a scream, Vanilla sunk to her knees. However her opponent grabbed her hair and pulled her up, pressing her back against the cage. Whoever her opponent was, she had incredibly long blonde hair tied into twin braids, her attire consisting entirely of red armored gloves and brown boots complete with a green high cut leotard.

The woman placed a hand on Vanilla's shoulder to steady her while she planted blow after blow into Vanilla's soft belly. Not only did it cause the rabbit's body to jump from each hit, it also resulted in her bouncing breasts threatening to pop out of her outfit with each strike. It would only be a matter of time before an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction would cripple her further.

"Ugh! Oogh! Uff! Ooh!" grunted Vanilla as the damage continued to build. However her opponent finally stopped long enough to lift her into the air. To Vanilla's horror, this was cut short when her body was slammed against the mat near the center of the arena. While downed, Vanilla took a few stomps to her chest for her troubles.

The blonde mounted Vanilla, pinning the rabbit woman's arms under her legs. After signalling to the cheering crowd, she began to unload brutal blows to Vanilla's breasts. Vanilla cried out in pain with every hit, unable to do anything to defend herself.  After another couple hits, the green-clad woman gripped Vanilla's head and slammed her against the mat a few times to disorient her.

Vanilla was rolled onto her stomach as her opponent lifted her limp arms while sitting on her lower back. The rabbit woman's arms were hooked over her knees, followed by two hands gripping her chin and pulling her upper body back in a painful camel clutch. Vanilla kicked her legs uselessly as she made her pain known to everyone in the arena. However, Vanilla's pained voice only caused the woman to tilt backwards, bending Vanilla's body further.

The woman released Vanilla, letting her upper body flop limply against the mat. Shifting her position to Vanilla's side, she began to ram her knee into the smaller woman's side. Vanilla groaned from the attacks, and after the fourth knee she was helped to her feet by her pulled hair. After a swift shot to the belly to make her bend over, Vanilla was soon placed in the vice grip of a headlock under her opponent's arm.

Vanilla stumbled about in her bent over position as her opponent walked around the mat, waving to the crowd as she basked in her dominance. Without warning the woman suddenly fell down to the mat, driving Vanilla's head into it with enough force to make her tumble forward, laying motionless on her back. With one hand on Vanilla's left breast and the other resting on her lower stomach, her body was firmly held down as the crowd counted.

"1... 2... 3... 4... 5!"

The bell sounded, heralding Vanilla's defeat. Lifting the beaten woman up into the air, the green-clad fighter merely chuckled. It was the easiest fight she had ever been in. However, Vanilla began to stir, signalling she was still conscious. Seeking to finish a fight she had already won, the victorious woman brought down Vanilla's weakened form across an outstretched knee, the sound of a crack followed by a pained scream filled the room.

The fighter looked down at Vanilla, who laid on her stomach with one hand on her lower back, tears beginning to flow from her eyes. Noticing some fans with cameras, the woman grabbed Vanilla by her long ears to lift her head and make her face the flashing mechanisms as countless photos were taken of her brutal demise.

Vanilla was dragged out of the arena and was tied to a stretcher, with the audience throwing popcorn and empty cups at her helpless form as she was carried out. Despite this, Vanilla could only smile, for she had ensured her daughter would be fed and happy tonight... And will willingly do so again in any matches to come.