Blackmailed part 1

Blackmailed, part 1.

Contains: M/f, violence, moderate swearing, flatulence, crushing, rape and heavy, hardcore sex. You have been warned.

Azura Towers, 12th of July 2014, 21:00

Rouge the Bat walked up the steps leading to the entrance to Azura Towers, a five-star hotel and also the most luxurious in the city. She was to meet an associate there. Though she was dressed for the occassion and had put on lots of make-up and pink lipstick, she wasn't happy. The guy she was to meet was Hextor the Hippo. As his last name implies, Hextor is a hippo, and therefore he isn't small. In fact, even for a hippo he is heavily overweight. Standing at 6'11 and weighing 900 pounds, Hextor is abnormally large, both in height as in width. Rouge entered the lobby. The floor was covered in velvet, and the rails were bright gold. On the walls hang many jewels, representing just how exclusive this hotel was. Rouge walked over to the desk. "I'm here to meet with Hextor." she calmy said. The lady behind the desk stared at the young bat for a while. "Ah, you must be Rouge then. Hextor is room 305...I think you should hurry though, he doesn't like to wait around." She said. Rouge nodded and walked towards the elevators, but the desk lady halted her. "Wait I forgot, Hextor left you this. He wanted you to put this on and visit the steam room first." the lady took out a folded, thin, white bathrobe and put it on the desk. Rouge reluctantly took it, nodded again and walked to the elevator. Following the signs, she entered a small locker room. Undressing, she looked at the robes. They were short-cut and so thin that you would barely be able to snort your nose in it. She put them on in a way that much of her upper cleavage was revealed. A young fox, who was also present in the room, noticed this. "Wow, you're really putting out there! Whoever it is your meeting up in that sauna, he is in for a treat!" she smiled. "Yeah...I guess he is." Rouge replied with a sad face.

So how the hell did Rouge end up in this situation?

'It happened a few months ago. Rouge had recently started a relationship with Knuckles. At first it went off well, but after a while they became annoyed with each other. Rouge was a bubbly outgoing type and always wanted to go into town and have fun, while Knuckles was serious, anti-social and wanted to stay close on his island. Rouge managed to accept the fact that Knuckles had a duty there, but she couldn't help but feel trapped being on the island so often. At one point, their different personalities clashed to a breaking point. Rouge got sick with the choice of either staying on Angel Island or go to the clubs by herself. She and Knuckles got into a big argument, and eventually Rouge decided to temporarly break with Knuckles. One evening she was sitting at the bar of her favorite nightclub when she noticed someone entering. It was the blue hedgehog named Sonic. Recognizing the friendly face, Rouge waved him over and they started talking. After a few hours they went to the dance floor and had a good time. Over the next few days she and Sonic started hanging out more often and they became increasingly intimate as they discovered they had much in common. They started meeting up a local coffee shop and then they would go the bathroom and make out. Hextor was an employee there at the time, and he knew there was something going on between them. He also happened to be a close friend of Knuckles and was engraged to see his girlfriend cheating on him with some blue guy. He decided to take photos of Rouge and Sonic and blackmailed her with it. He would keep her secret safe for Knuckles if she would do him a favor. Apparently Hextor gained a certain lust for Rouge himself and wanted her to meet up every now and then to have sex. He would call her whenever he liked. Then he named a location and a time and hung up, expecting Rouge to meet him there. If she didn't, he would inform of Knuckles of her affair AND make sure Sonic will be suffering a long and painful death.'

Rouge checked the mirror to make sure her make-up was applied properly and entered the steam room. There were three people present. One of them was a short squirrel with only one eye, he had dark green fur and had a crazy expression on his face, with his tongue continuously hanging out. He sat on the left side of the entrance. The guy on the right, a yellow wolf, was a bit taller than the squirrel and lanky. He had a long face along with long hippie hair and a beard to match. He kind off resembled a Furry Jesus. The one in the middle was Hextor. The Hippo's pale grey skin was sweaty and wet from the steam and his giant flabs hung casually around his waist. He opened his large mouth and grinned when he saw the young bat entering. "Look at her good, boys. This is the foxy little minx I've enjoyed some hardcore sex with over the past few months." his voice boomed. The creepy squirrel also grinned. "So this is the slut that's been fooling around with boys behind our Knuckles' back huh? I like to have some of her though..." Rouge didn't pay attention to the squirrel. "Listen, pastrami-eating-tub-of-lard. First off, I'm a bat. And second, the deal was between you and me. Not your weird little friends. She pointed at the squirrel and the wolf, who just blanky stared forward with his sunglasses on, not responding. Hextor said nothing, and instead he stood his 900 pound mass up and walked towards Rouge. He grabbed her by a shoulder, lifted her up and walked to the jacuzzi. He held her head in the warm water, and she quickly lost her breath and flailed her arms around. He then pulled her out and threw her against the wall. "You shouldn't badmouth my buddies like that, bitch. Besides they're not joining, this will be a private party. Just you me and a nice soft bed." Hextor calmy said. He then stomped on her a few times with his enormous feet and walked away. "Now go clean yourself up and meet me at room 305." He said, and he left the sauna along with his two companions. Rouge sniffed, got up and looked at her bare back in the mirror. She noticed her whole back was covered in blood, and realized that Hextor's action would leave her with a large scar. After cleaning the wound, Rouge walked to room 305 and opened the door.

The room was nice, very large yet comfortable and cozy. The kingsize bed was very large, and figured it had to be if it wanted to hold Hextor's weight. Hextor entered from the small bathroom inside the room. "Strip. Everything. I want you to be butt-naked while where doing it." He commanded. Rouge knew Hextor dominated her and slowly undressed. She was then ordered to lay on the bed and spread her limbs. For a moment, Rouge was very comfortable. The bed was really soft and she had the feeling she almost sunk into the matress, so soft it was. This feeling would become reality, for she quickly gazed upon the tremendous Hextor, who had rushed to the bed and was now airborne, ready to land it's 900 pounds straight into the bed. Throughout the hotel, everybody suddenly heard a small bump, but in the room it sounded like a small earthquake. The bed shook but the resistent matress springs didn't allow it to break. What did broke though, was the small bat that was flattened underneath the gigantic hippo. Al that was left to see of her were her feet, which stuck out from underneath the grey mass. The sleek toes with bright pink nails on her orange tanned feet aggresivly wiggled, and small moans could be heard from underneath. Hextor enjoyed every moment, and quickly stuck his large manhood inside Rouge, trying to figure out where Rouge exactly was underneath him. He then started having intercourse for around 2 hours in this position, with Rouge being almost completly squashed and invisible. The only proof of her even being alive where the movement of her toes. Each time Hextor thrusted his penis inside her, her foot soles would cramp and when he pulled it out her soles would stretch and her toes would spread, indicating the tension that lay on her bones. Hextor put more pressure on the body of Rouge, and he could feel Rouge's abs and soft, firm breasts sinking in his massive jiggly belly. He loved the feeling of his body floating deeper in the soft cushy bed, while feeling the puny bat underneath, desperatly trying to support the huge weight. Hextor was very relaxed in this position and didn't want to stop.

Rouge, on the other hand, was not relaxed at all. Every fiber in her torso, arms, head and upper legs felt flattened to the point where they couldn't be fixed. She felt like she was inside a thick small cave, which was getting hotter every minute. Before he decided to squash Rouge, Hextor had smeared his body in with oil, and the combination of the oily substance and rising heat made Rouge's skin shine, drip and slippery. She then had an idea. She tried using her wet body to squirm underneath Hextor and make a run for the door. What she forgot though was that Hextor's penis was still inside her, and Hextor was not pleased at all when he found out Rouge was trying to slip away. He deeply thrusted his member forward, penetrating through her body and probably wrecking half of her vagina. He then went out of her and got up. Hextor looked at the smothered bat. Rouge was completly engraved in the matress. All that stuck out from her were her lower legs and feet. Her icy white quills were wildered and her teal eyes were wide with tiny pupils. She cried through the whole process and her dark mascara was spread all over her face. Her tanned limbs were mangled over the bed and her chest went up and down. For two hours she tried to catch every breath and she was violently gasping for air. Hextor smiled, turned around and crouched. He then raised his behind, so that Rouge had a clear view of the butt towering over her. Her mouth opened and she let out a high-pitched, horrified scream before the two cheeks of pure fat slammed down on top of the tiny bat. The scream was instantly silenced. Now only her tiny hands and feet with her lanky fingers and toes, and her big ears were visible. Her fingernails, with the same bubblegum pink color as her toenails, etched themselves deeply into the buttocks, in hopes of hurting Hextor enough so that he would get off Rouge. But his majestic ass was so thick that even her sharp nails, so sharp they had the cutting effect of a stiletto, couldn't penetrate the heaps and heaps of lard. Hextor saw that Rouge now tried to scratch him off of her and he boomingly laughed. He started to rub his asscheeks from left to right, grinding them into Rouge's mangled body. Once again Rouge's toes described every movement as they slid along with the pattern of the rubbing cheeks. He then bounced up and down, with each butt slam sending Rouge deeper and deeper into the matress. Finally, using all the strength in his body, Hextor bounced up a little higher in the air while leaning backwards and landed his butt right on top of Rouge's head. Another muffled scream was heard, even a little louder than the previous one. Hextor was so relaxed right now he decided to let out a loud, smelly fart he's been holding up all day. The fart lasted for a good 10 seconds and there was even a small green gas cloud visible coming from his bottom. The rest of Rouge's body, which wasn't squashed underneath Hextor right now, moved like a maniac. Her torso shook violently, while her arms quickly flailed around. Her legs were kicking in each direction and her toes were sparteling like crazy. Hextor then got up and again looked at Rouge. She was even more flattened and penetrated inside the matress, and now she was heavily coughing from the stink of the fart. Her naked body, feminene yet athletic, was dripping with sweat and oil, and her mascara covered almost her whole face, indicating she has cried even more. Hextor simply said goodbye, and told her the hotel room was all hers for the rest of the night, and that she should recover for another round in a few days. She didn't respond, and covered her face in a pillow, horrified by the experience. This was definetly the most painful and humiliating out of all her sessions with Hextor...