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Peach's Bad Day	By : agroofus Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 22705 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Peach awoke, every part of her body aching. Her head in particular was throbbing with pain, and she clutched it feebly and groaned. She rolled over on her side. The surface she was lying on was hard and rough and she chanced opening one of her eyes despite the pain in her head.

It could’ve been worse. She looked around – the entire room was made of a dark stone, the only light cast by a flickering torch. She yelped when she realized all at once where she was. With a burst of adrenaline, she staggered to her feet, but was immediately struck by an overwhelming dizziness. She tottered, bent over and vomited on the floor.

As she stood bent, hands on her knees, struggling to stay conscious, there was a noisy clank as the huge lock on the prison cell’s door was unlocked. Remaining bent over, Peach lifted her head and saw, through the strands of golden hair adhering to hear sweaty forehead, a huge figure silhouetted by the candlelight in the corridor. “It seems our charge is awake,” said a reedy voice from somewhere behind it.

“Yes,” responded the huge figure in a guttural voice. Peach glowered at it with fierce hatred as it crouched to fit through the doorway. It was followed by a much slighter figure.

“Bowser,” Peach muttered, struggling to maintain her dignity despite the situation. The Koopa King inclined his head at the mention of his name.

“Princess,” he rumbled, his crude voice clashing against his perfect diction. “I can understand your discomfort. You must be dehydrated.” He waved at the smaller figure, who bowed and hurried forward, offering a waterskin to the princess. At close quarters, she recognized the narrow-chested figure of Kamek the Magikoopa.

She eyed the waterskin balefully. After a moment of silence, Bowser said, “It’s no object to me either way. You can continue vomiting if you wish.”

There was a pause where Peach could almost smell the infuriating smugness radiating out from Bowser, before she grudgingly snatched the waterskin from Kamek and drank deeply. She wasn’t afraid of poison – she’d learned long ago that she was worth more to Bowser alive than dead.

“Small gulps, princess, or you’ll just throw up again,” Kamek said nervously, retreating back to stand at his master’s side.

After a few minutes, with Bowser and his majordomo watching impassively, she began to feel better. Her head still throbbed but she wasn’t dizzy anymore. She stood straight, imperiously holding the waterskin out, and Kamek scurried forward and accepted it. Peach didn’t spare him a second glance, instead staring contemptuously at King Bowser. “So,” she said. “Another bout of waiting before Mario and Luigi come and beat you silly?”

Bowser ignored her. “And you’re certain the spell will hold?” He was addressing Kamek, who bowed deeply, his every gesture communicating servility.

“Yes, my lord. There is no question,” the Magikoopa responded.

The Koopa King leered. “Great,” he growled. “Leave us.” With a bow, the Magikoopa scurried out of the cell. Not taking his eyes off Peach, Bowser swung the door shut.

“Spell?” Peach asked nervously and watched the dragon’s grin widen.

“Spell,” he breathed in response, steam issuing from his nostrils. “I could explain, but I think I’d have a better time showing you.” And with that, he covered the distance between them with a singe huge step, towering over her and raising his clawed hand. With expert precision he had torn Peach’s dress open before she had time to react. She yelped and tried to cover herself up, but he easily grasped both her hands in one of his, using the other to liberate her of the few remaining shreds of her dress. She struggled against him, dressed only in high heels, long stockings, panties, a corset and a bra.

Bowser hissed as he paused a moment to take her body in. She was tantalisingly curvaceous, an hourglass figure, with wide hips and a plump, perfectly smooth ass. But the feature that captivated him the most was her tits. They were huge and firm, mostly hidden by her conservative dress and even now straining against the fabric of her constraining bra. With an almost gentle swipe of his claw, the bra fell in tatters and Peach’s breasts hung free. Perfect twin globes, pale and smooth, each ending in a beautiful pink nipple.

“Unhand me!” Peach was screaming, mortified, kicking ineffectually against the tree-trunk legs of the Koopa King. He ignored her. “Let me show you what the spell does. Guards!” he boomed, and two Koopa guards, carrying spears and leering, came into the cell.

Bowser swung Peach around so that he was behind her, holding her arms in an iron grip behind her back. She was facing the Koopa guards, crying hot tears of shame at being exposed like this. “Give our little whore princess here a little taste of your spears,” Bowser growled.

Peach screamed in terror and redoubled her struggles, but there was nothing she could do. Bowser dropped down on his knees and placed one beefy arm around her legs, immobilizing her entirely. One of the guards, with a cruel smile, took his spear and drove it into the soft flesh on the underside of Peach’s right tit.

She screamed in agony, writhing and trying in vain to get away from the sharp point of the spear. It was no use – she was trapped. Leering, the other guard assaulted her remaining tit with his spear, and the pain doubled. Peach howled, her entire body spasming with pain, and the guards laughed as they terrorized her poor titflesh.

After a minute that seemed like an eternity, the spears disappeared from her breasts and she hung limp in the Koopa King’s grasp, her head lolling. “And that is how the spell works,” Bowser spoke behind her, though it took a few seconds for her to register what he’d said. When she did, she raised her head, confused. Bowser released her hands, placed them on her tits, and she touched them, at first gingerly, then with increasing wonder. She was unharmed. There were still two points of throbbing pain on the undersides of her boobs, but there were no wounds, no blood.

“Power star essence,” Bowser explained. “It was a bitch to get hold of, but definitely worth it. You see, princess, while you were out, I had Kamek rub your tits with the stuff. They’re impervious to harm… though not to pain.”

Suddenly, she felt his hands on her arms and she gasped as he pulled them behind her, trapping them in one of his huge fists again. He waved at the guards, and they saluted smartly and exited, coming back after a minute carrying two pairs of heavy iron manacles. One pair went around Peach’s wrists, locking her arms behind her back. The other went around her ankles, rendering her unable to run or kick, or even to walk properly. She was entirely at Bowser’s mercy.

Bowser grabbed her around the neck roughly and forced her out into the corridor. She was more terrified than she had ever been. Bowser was going to torture her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

When they were out in the corridor, Bowser hoisted her bodily up on his shoulder. Peach’s tender tits thumped brutally down on Bowser’s spiked shell – two of the shard spikes pressed into their tender flesh, and Peach shrieked with blinding pain. Bowser set off at a brisk pace, causing the spikes to jam into Peach’s breasts again and again and making her gibber with pain. Disjointed images of black walls flashed in the princess’s pain-addled mind, until finally she was lifted off the hateful spikes and placed on her feet.

There was a huge roar. Her legs wouldn’t hold her – she fell down on her knees and looked around groggily, at first unable to make sense of what she was seeing. She realized after a while what she was looking at: ranks upon ranks of Bowser’s soldiers, amassed in his throne room, cheering at the sight of her defeated form.

Suddenly, they quieted, and Peach didn’t understand why until she saw that Bowser had stepped out in the middle of the room. They were staring at him expectantly, the air buzzing with excitement. “Loyal servants of the Koopa Kingdom,” boomed Bowser, “we’ve got company.” There were some jeers at this. “The royal bitch” – the jeers grew louder – “has graced us with her presence. Bring her to the rack.” With this, Bowser walked over to his throne and sat down. A squad of four beefy Koopas jogged over, lifting Peach up over their heads and carrying her to the middle of the chamber, where a wooden construction stood.

It was a stocks. Peach looked at the two big round holes in the wooden rack and knew exactly, horribly, what they were for. She struggled weakly, but chained as she was, she had no chance of escaping. The Koopas put her down and made her kneel, lifting the heavy upper half of the stocks and – just as she had feared – placing her heavy tits in the depressions of the lower half.

“Please!” she screamed, panicked. “Please don’t do this!” Her frantic plea was met with gales of crude, derisive laughter. One of the Koopas closest to her spat in her face. “Please!” she continued hopelessly. “I’ll do anything, anything, please!” It was hopeless. Nobody heard her over the mocking laughter, and Bowser sat on his throne, impassive, a cruel grin on his reptilian face. He waved languorously to the Koopa squad, and one of them nodded and closed the stocks.

He didn’t lower the heavy wooden slat gently – he gave it a push and let it fall. Peach’s tits were slightly too big for the holes and had spilled out over the sides, and the excess flesh was now brutally crushed. She howled in agony, her entire body going taut, her mouth gibbering nonsense at the incredible pain. The assembled troops only laughed derisively, jeering and mocking her. One of the four Koopas who had carried her to the stocks now locked it with a heavy padlock, trapping her pinched tits in their painful position.

“Please, please,” Peach gabbled, tears running down her face. “Please, no.” As the laughter quieted, her piteous moaning was the only sound in the cavernous room. Then came Bowser’s voice. “Begin.”

At the signal, the troops surged towards her hungrily. They leered. They were all Koopas, guards carrying spears, and they used them to great effect. At first, there was only a chaotic throng when everybody in the room tried to get to her at the same time – spears came at her from every direction, stabbing and poking her poor tits, and she screamed bloody murder. The sharp tips tortured her tender titflesh like a million beestings. At every terrible little prick, she struggled against the rack, which sent stinging jolts of pain from her pinched flesh coursing through her body.

After a moment, though, some order asserted itself – an informal line formed, and every one of her tormentors got a moment alone with her. Most used their sharp spears to poke her yielding boobs, while still others used the shafts to smack them harshly. Peach was in hell, shrieking herself hoarse with every terrible offense against her poor breasts, the pinched flesh trapped by the heavy stocks always making itself known with every move she made. Images of leering Koopas flashed by, cruel smiles and spears glinting in the firelight. The pain made everything disjointed – the only thing real was the torture her poor tits were being subjected to.

The Koopas who took too long with her were shouted at by the impatient crowd. After a while, she understood, with a flash of terrible realization, that the Koopas which had just smacked or speared her tortured tits must be going to the back of the line. There was no relief when everybody had had their turn – it just began anew.

She had no sense of how much time had passed when Bowser stood up and said, “enough.” The frenzied crowd muttered, disgruntled, but their discipline was undeniable, and the Koopa currently sticking his spear into the side of Peach’s tit, twisting it cruelly, stepped back immediately. Peach hung limply, crying weakly, tears and snot running down her face. Her throat was raw from screaming. Her tits were throbbing, every beat of her heart sending a tremendous dull pain coursing through her twin globes. She hardly registered the sounds of Bowser slowly lumbering down the steps in front of his throne.

“We can’t risk wearing our guest out, after all,” Bowser rumbled in the silence, and a ripple of laughter went through the assorted troops. “Unlock the stocks.” One of the Koopas hurried forward at his king’s command, unlocking the heavy padlock and removing it. Peach gasped with relief when her pinched flesh was finally released by the heavy wood. She wished she could just curl into a ball and cradle her tits for a week, but as soon as she made the slightest move, a Koopa approached her from behind and held her in place with a rough grip around her neck.

Bowser sauntered slowly over to her, relishing the sight of her hurt tits. There would be no permanent damage, no skin would break and no scars would mar those perfect globes, Kamek had assured him, but the rough treatment had nonetheless caused her tits to turn a bruised red shade. He smiled at the princess, who looked up at him groggily, the pain she felt apparent in her red-rimmed eyes. As he reached her, he reached out with a hand and tenderly stroked that golden-haired head from which the crown had long since fallen.

“Please,” Peach whispered, her voice thick, as he reached down to gently cradle her tits. Even the slight touch caused the princess to yelp with pain as his scales scratched roughly against her bruised mammaries. “Please stop hurting me.” Her voice broke, and she broke out in fresh sobs, tears running down her face as Bowser gently lifted her tits.

“Oh, don’t worry, princess,” Bowser spoke quietly. Peach moaned as he pulled her tits gently sideways, coaxing her, and she inched on her bruised knees, just a bit to her left. She shuddered with pain as he gently put her tits down, her left tit now resting against the flat wood beside the holes, her right lying uncomfortably on the small nub of wood which protruded between them. “I won’t hurt you any more.” And with that, he grabbed the upper slat of the stocks and slammed it down with all his might.

The heavy wood crushed Peach’s breasts. She screamed with animal pain, thrashing against her bonds, but a Koopa had grabbed her roughly, holding her in place and pulling her head back by the hair so she wouldn’t be struck on the head by the stocks. She had nowhere to go. Her left tit was squeezed almost flat by the immense force of Bowser’s blow, which was painful enough to blot out her vision and fill her mind with screaming, red pain; her right tit was almost worse, brutally pinched as it was by two cruel fingers of wood until the stocks almost closed completely.

The crowd cheered at their king’s impressive show of strength and at Peach’s mindless agony, as her entire body shuddered and spasmed and an ululating cry issued from her raw throat. Bowser lifted the heavy wooden board again, watching Peach closely, letting her regain her senses and go back from wordless screaming to pitiful crying. “Oh no,” she sobbed. “Oh no, no, please, no…”

His eyes flashing, the Koopa King hissed, “oh, yes,” and slammed the stocks closed again. And again.

Peach’s mind shattered, turning into red-hot screaming shards of pain. She was hardly aware of the crowd’s jeers, Bowser’s low, cruel laughter, the Koopa holding her… She was only aware of her cruelly tormented breasts. The heavy upper wooden board pressed down remorselessly on her beaten mammaries, squashing them almost flat at the base. She’d never known that sort of pain before.

And then, that terrible hellish pressure disappeared. Her body, which had been taut and shaking, now slumped in the Koopa’s grip. She was sweating all over, and her breasts were a cacophony of terrible pain. She gave a little yelp and drew a few terrified breaths before erupting in a frantic scream. “PLEASE DON’T HURT ME ANY MORE!” Her body tensed and she awaited that brutal, crushing pain again, that terrible murderous pressure. But it didn’t come. After a minute she chanced opening her eyes. Bowser was standing over her, a cruel grin on his face, but his hand wasn’t on the upper slat of the stocks, at least.

“Oh, I think I won’t hurt you for a while now.” He turned to his assembled troops and roared, “go on, clear out, all of you!” The troops made some sounds of disappointment, but their obedience was immediate and unquestionable. The Koopa holding Peach in place let go of her and left with his comrades, and she slumped, unable to support herself. For an agonizing second, her battered tits were the only thing supporting her, and she gave a wounded shriek before falling to the floor. Bound as she was, she couldn’t catch herself, and she keeled over, her right breast smacking into the rough stone floor. She curled up as best she could, wishing she was anywhere else, tears of pain and fear running down her face as she sobbed piteously.

The throne room was empty now, except for them both, the king and the princess. Bowser watched her impassively. “I think I won’t hurt you for a while now,” he repeated quietly, “but I know some people who would love to.”

Peach wailed in abject terror. Nobody was there to rescue her from the torture…
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