Boxed Bat

The scenario involves Fiona The Fox having caught Rouge The Bat. Rouge is currently tied up in a boxing ring in Fiona's basement and is getting boxed relentlessly by the sassy fox... Where is she being struck? What is she wearing? How is she tied up, what position? Use your imagination, and enjoy the sounds of pain.

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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."

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."