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?"

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.

[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.

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."