"mmmnhmmh---" Sonic muffled from behind his gag as he squirmed in the fetal position, the ropes tightly binding his arms and legs until they rubbed his skin raw. The dirt from the ground stuck to the side of his face, which was now covered with dried blood, sweat, and saliva. The dim light was barely enough to let him see three feet in front of him, and all he could see beyond that was blackness. He had no idea where he was, but he knew what was happening to him. There was no mistaking the callous handywork of who was behind his current predictament.
 
Infinite seldomly used such toys in the past as he preferred utilizing his own equipment to inflict harm and self-satisfaciton on his body, but this time, it was like every device imagineable was strapped on the blue hedgehog in some shape or form. 
Wires and controls were looped around the ropes, seemingly running at the highest speed, nonstop. His tail quivered to the metallic cylinder and cables portruding out of his anus, while the incessent oscillations shaking his insides relentlessly clanged against the smaller vibrators that were inserted deeper. 
Meanwhile, the ring around his swollen member emitted equal amounts of sensations the likes of which had already made him outpour multiple times. His bruised nipples were clamped by mini vicegrips, each equipped with stimulators as well, and every once in a while, he would feel the stinging shock of electricity hit one of his volatile areas, making him convulse and heightening his sensitivity.

*How long has he been like this? H-how long was it going to continue?* he wondered, physically exhausted to the point he was barely able to remain conscious, much less think straight. With all his might, he tried to clear his head, trying to remember how he got here in the first place when he was just beginning to naively believe such abuse was over. 

He recalled laying in the hospital bed next to Shadow, lulling to sleep in his warm arms, and yet shamefully feeling distant to his partner. His pride was broken, and thus, most of his stubbornness had receded, making him accept that things had changed, or at least, he had changed. Still, he hated not reciprocating the love they once shared with all his heart and couldn't understand what prevented him from doing so. This stockpiled the guilt and put him at odds with who he used to be and what the last 6 months had turned him into.

As he continued to concentrate, he remembered his back feeling cold and waking up alone, but instead of a hospital room, he was in an open field full of lush green grass, blooming wildflowers, and a sunkissed landscape begging to be traversed. His bandages had disappeared. There wasn't a single mark on his body. He had feeling in his right arm again, no twinging ache in his legs, and a blissful feeling of contentment filling his chest. He recalled acting on instinct and dashing into the bright world with open arms, laughing in the wind as he truly thought everything he had been through was nothing more than a nightmare.

That was the last thing he remembered and how he wished he had never woken up. 

"I knew that sliver still existed," his captor mused as he pressed his thumb against the vibrator in the blue hedgehog's anus, pushing it in deeper until he winced. 
The masked mercenary chuckled as he wiggled the device around into a position more to his liking, which only increased the intensity Sonic was feeling below his waist. 

"Now that the cards have been dealt, we can move forward with our little game" his voiced echoed before revealing another dildo in his hand, it's long shaft bubbled with small orbs that blurred once he turned it on. 

"---However, we have plenty of time to kill before the next stage, what say we not waste it?"

Sonic's eyes shrank as the jackal violently grabbed his tail in his iron grip and yanked it upwards, sending shrills of horror through his battered frame. 
He already had two bullets and a large vibrator pulsing inside of him, the most he's ever had before, but Infinite intended to break his limit. 
The broken hero moaned and cried loudly, tears speaking in volumes that which his mouth could not, but his pleas were swatted away by the cruelty of his captor, who joyfully forced the device inside of him, stretching his flesh to the point it felt like it was going to rip apart. 
Though he had grown accustomed to such harsh treatment, the pain was something he seldomly got used to, especially when it was something new that the one he adored wished to experiment. Still, he was open to the possibilities, as longed as it pleased HIM. 

*This AGAIN?! Why?! Did you really need a reminder of what HE's capable of?* Sonic's conscience shouted through the far reaches of his subconscious.

"---not you---" the broken hero groaned, hating to face the voice of reason at such a vulnerable time.

*There's no way you can justify this! Come on! You can't let him win, not when you were so close--*

"--go away--"

*SONIC! PLEASE! FIGHT BACK!!! DON'T LET IT HAPPEN! NOT AGAIN!!!"

"--LEAVE ME ALONE!--"

The voice immediately fell silent, drowned out by the floods of anguish and other voices much more prominent, one of which, screeched across his mind like nails on a chalkboard.

*WHY IS HE DOING THIS TO YOU?!*  

It was one last note his conscience threw at him before being supressed, and Sonic couldn't ignore it. Their intimate times together were always violent in nature, which he had grown to somewhat enjoy, but this, this reminded him of the earlier days on the Death Egg, when he was foolish enough to be disobedient. 
He thought, he believed, they had grown closer since then...
As the device pressed harder against his insides, he couldn't help but reactively pull away, which gave his captor just cause to jam the pleasure machines further in more aggressively. 

Confusion joined agony in his fractured mind as he couldn't comprehend why Infinite abandoned him before nor why he was punishing him now. 

Was this all part of his agenda from the start or was there something else? Something he did wrong that deserved such reprocussions? 

To accompany the arguing mess of voices in his head, the words "I'm sorry" played on repeat over and over as he begged his captor, his warden, his master, to forgive him for whatever he did. He hoped the message would come across as he became completely submissive, forcing his body to accept what was being done to it.
Infinite felt him tentatively relax, and knew he had surrendered control to him once again. He then released his tail, letting the blue hedgehog flop to the ground with a thud as the devices danced around within him in a chorus of whirring motors combined with the clinking of metal and plastic.

"There now. Let's see what else we can do," he chortled as he loomed over his victim's head.

Sonic hyperventilated as the sensations overwhelmed him. All the stimulations, the pain and pleasure of his body mingled with the jumbled screams and images in his mind, it was all too much for him to take! His eyes steadily rolled back in his head as their curtains fell, the world around him fading from view while he was swept away from this plain of reality. 

His last thoughts were focused on the rough touch of claws tracing across his body, the lingering scent of the jackal's fur brushing against his face, and the familiar hot breath steaming down the side of his neck towards his sore breasts. 

He was home.