[Cornered] Dethroned With Dignity

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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?

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."