"Please, please let me go, Dr." I pleaded genuinely as the metal tentacles around my forearms were cutting off circulation. "Please, let's just talk this over as adults, can't we?"
Dr. Eggman rubbed his fingers through his marvelous moustache, reshaping it just right, pondering to himself.
"Please, sir," I added. "My arms are really hurting here."
He didn't bother to glance at me. He waved his hand nonchalantly as the machines at last released my arms, dropping me painfully to the floor. I slumped into a pile, trying to pull my corset back up over my chest. That's when his eyes darted back at me and my actions stopped dead.
"Don't bother." he warned in a sinister tone. "I have something else for you to try on…" as he spoke, the robots I had sedated previously reanimated and pinched me by the arms. They escorted me out of the room behind Eggman.
The hall was shiny metallic with robots whizzing by here and there about their business. One approached Eggman with a tablet. "New designs for the prototype." it stated.
"Let me see…" Eggman took the tablet, scanning it over. "Should be fine, but watch out for any bugs in the system. Don't use the last operating system. Come up with a new one. Then wait for my approval before simulating them." he handed back the tablet, as we continued on.
Not even a minute later another android-like figure approached Eggman, wanting his approval on a project. Eggman looked it over again and offered notes.
"My my, you're a busy man."
"With my genius, you have to be." he grunted in return just before bumping into another robot that needed his attention.
At least we made it to the room we were headed to. I was shoved in forcefully behind Eggman as the automatic door slammed shut behind us.
I glanced around at the white display screen walls, all focused on, who else but, Eggman. The bed at the end of the room was a circle with points shaped like Eggman's logo with red bedding to match. The floor was so tacky, with his logo printed across the carpet. And worst of all, mirrors mounted on the ceiling above the bed. This room was hell.
I finally realized that Egghead himself was to the left digging through a deep unorganized closet mumbling to himself. I turned back to the door to see if there was a keypad to crack or a code that I could guess.
Nothing.
Shit.
"Ah ha!" Eggman returned to the room, holding out a pink cardboard box. He laid it on the bed, beckoning me to come see.
I hesitantly stepped towards the bed, somewhat distracted by the moving displays of the walls. The box was open with tissue paper lining and sitting daintily inside was a pink lacey number that I was supposing he wanted me to wear. He turned to me and stared, chuckling softly.
"A gift for you, my dear."
"I have a policy not to accept gifts from strange men." I replied, running my fingers through my hair. I tried to act confident, but I felt it wasn't working.
"I thought you might say something of the sort. Which is why I have a favorite invention of mine with me." he pulled out a spray bottle of toxic green liquid labeled, "TOXIC"
"This, my pet, is a toxic chemical that supposedly melts clothes off of the body but not flesh. However, it's trial runs have not been very success-"
"Ok- ok- I get it!" I interrupted. "I'll do it."
He grinned from ear to ear, laying himself on the bed.
I turned away from him, slowly peeling off my clothes.
"Oh, Rouge, my pet. It's not like it's anything I haven't seen." he teased.
I stopped and thought. "You've been buying pictures of me online to find my missions, haven't you?" I continued to undress, turning back towards him.
"Why would I bother having you undress just to put this little thing on if I haven't seen you naked before? Right?" he snickered to himself, finding his own logic amusing.
I covered my breasts out of habit, I suppose and picked up the pink teddy. "How do you know my size?" I bothered to ask.
"Rouge. I have an IQ of over 300. Like women's clothes are that hard to figure out."
"You bought this in every size, didn't you?" I challenged.
He huffed and turned his head. Luckily he had guessed accurately and it held my breasts up perfectly. It even came with matching panties that had a hole for the crotch big enough to fit my tail through. I almost wish I had a mirror to see how I looked because I knew that it fit so well.
Eggman gazed, and stared, and looked. The longer he looked, the longer I wanted to hide or run or do anything to get away. It was always so hard to tell his emotions. With his goggles and mustache covering half his face, determining his emotions was quite the battle.
"Er…" I finally muttered. "Do you like it?"
"Mmmmmmm." he moaned. "Do I like it?" He got up from the bed. I backed away a little towards the door.
He unzipped his jacket, wiggling it off his body, onto the floor. His gut hung over his black trousers. I backed away some steps again. This time he removed his blue lenses over his eyes revealing his black beady eyes. He set them gently on a dresser by the door, which I was now backed up into.
Those black beady eyes. That grin from ear to ear. My heart beat so fast as if it would pounce from my chest. My body like a leaf in the wind.
He stepped a few more paces until his gut was pinning me against the frigid steel door. I shivered dramatically. He chuckled and touched my cheek. "Rouge…" he breathed. "Don't be afraid."