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Our jobs mainly consisted out of breaking and entering place perceived as a threat or a place of interest.\nWe usually stole data, retrieved emeralds or missing agents, sometimes visited and wrote reports about facilities like prisons, labs, institutes and sometimes we were send to uncover illegal activities and organisations.\nWith Ivo already making things difficult for us with his slipping grip on dictatorship, no one wanted some new nut try to seize control.\nThese organisations usually dealt in weapons, drugs, trafficking, but nothing was more despicable than the blackmarket, located in the more uncontrollable part of Mobius, grown in the king's absence and Ivo's reign.\nThe blackmarket had everything you could think of. Untested medicine, infant children at barely a week old, organs, slavery, ...\nWhen it came to the latter, I was often send out alone. With Rouge's curvaceous body, unwanted accidents might occur and I did not want her to get hurt. So she was left out of these sort of missions. As she did not like being left out, she often tried to bring up my gender as a point to make her case about how she would be just fine, but I always refused to listen.\nI looked mostly male, no one would suspect me of the gender I might have between my legs. Not to mention that I lived on a world brimming with Chaos energy. With all that power at my finger tips, I believed myself undefeatable by these low criminals, who's best defense were guns.\nThe blackmarket was elusive, large and knew how to hide from view. It was already difficult to try and track the one on Mobius down, so we didn't spend all that much time checking the one on Moebius.\nThe only time the blackmarket in that zone caught our attention was when a retrieved agent had told us of her time with the blackmarket after a seven month dissapearance. Seven whole months of being passed around like an object.\nJust horrifying.\nAs if it wasn't already horrific enough what they were doing to their own people, they had begun to drag citizens from Mobius down aswell.\nSoon after I was send to Moebius, a list of missing person cases was shoved in my hand. I was supposed to try and find out exactly how many of these people were victim of this new tactic, not knowing that I would soon fall victim myself.\nI had found a lead to a missing young man, a human actually, and I had followed it to some abandoned warehouse. Apparently, according to my sources, this was one of the places where slaves were being held before getting auctioned off.\nThere was an actual process to this, believe it or not.\nFirst, after capture, a person would be subjected to training in order to break and prepare them for use. Secondly, they would be tested for either an hour, a couple of hours or a whole day, depending on what use they would supposedly have. And thirdly, after a doctor's visit, they'd be branded and brought to places like this, repurposed to be an auction house, waiting for a possible owner to come as they believed their fate to have been sealed.\nI had already returned thirteen people to their loves ones, this young man depicted on the file hidden in my shoulder bag would be next.\n\"Well, if it ain't Stripes.\" An arm enclosed around my throat, nearly cutting off my supply.\n\"Scourge.\" I growled and grabbed for his arm. He's the only one to call me by that ridiculous nickname.\n\"Fancy seeing you here. I thought those zone cops were keeping a closer eye on zonehoppers such as yourself.\" He stated, his face uncomfortably close to mine as his warm breath hit my cheek.\nIt creeped me out. I never was a fan of physical touch and insisted on keeping my personal space. Scourge obviously thought differently.\n\"What are you doing here, Scourge? Are you involved with the blackmarket?\" I asked, rather going straight to business than to dwell on the fact he managed to sneak up on me. Truth be told, just like Sonic, Scourge could be sneaky if he really wanted to, despites his loud attitude.\nThe hedgehog smirked.\n\"The blackmarket, huh? So the rumors are true?\" He asked, his free hand settling on my hip. I didn't pay the limb much attention. For now.\n\"What rumors?\" I asked, standing a bit on my toes as Scourge was tall compared to me as he, through the years I've known him, grew up while I did not and that arm wrapped around my throat did not allow me to breath without tiptoeing.\n\"The rumors about Mobius' Ultimate Lifeform seeking out the blackmarket. The slave market to be more precise. I'd ask why, but I think I may have an idea.\" The hand on my hip moved downwards until it reached my crotch and groped me through my jeans, shocking me to the core.\n\"You damn pervert!\" I elbowed him in the guy to get him away from me, a Chaos Spear ready in each hand as I jumped back.\n\"Tell your filthy fantasies goodbye, Scourge. I'm here for a mission and I will not let you stand in my way. So make this easier on both of us and just tell me if you're involved or not!\" I growled, but the hedgehog simply gave me a smug smile.\nIt was then that I felt a sting in my lower back. One of my Chaos Spears dissipated so I could pull the source out and look at it.\nA dart?\nI looked around to try and find where it came from and saw something glinting in a different building through the broken window of the warehouse as something moved away. Was it a sniper? Did someone dart me like an animal?\nSoon enough whatever had been in the dart took effect and a haze grew in my mind.\n\"Did you drug me?\" I asked, quickly struggling to keep my balance.\nScourge began to smirk as he noticed the drug affecting me.\n\"We figured you'd show up here someday. What else can I say? I like to be prepared.\" The hedgehog answered, hands nonchalantly in his pockets as he watched with joy as I fell to my knees, unable to carry my own weight. His response made me glare furiously at him.\n\"Damn you, Scourge!\" I growled and tried to get back up on my feet to punch that hedgehog in the face, but even my Chaos Spear had vanished into nothing already.\n\"Don't try to fight it. It's a concoction of sedatives mixed together just for you. You're going to be out like a light in seconds.\" He told me and his words were backed up when I fell forward flat on my front, my body growing heavier by the second.\nI tried to keep my eyes open, but it was no use.\nFootsteps told me Scourge walked closer.\n\"And, Stripes, to answer your question. Yeah, I am involved. I'm one of the kingpins actually. But don't worry, I'll pay special attention to you.\" He spoke to me one last time before I blacked out.\n\nWhen I woke up, it was with a pounding headache.\nMy body felt heavy and my senses returned slowly, but I knew that I was cold and on a hard surface. And judging from the chilly air brushing against my body, I could only conclude that I was naked.\nMy eyes snapped open the moment I made this realisation and I wanted to look around, only to find that to be impossible with the position I was in.\nI'm bound to the floor on my knees. Hands bound with cuffs to the wall, muzzle muzzled, torso held down with a chain and a collar around my neck to cuff it to the floor, butt kept in the air with a bar positioned underneath my pelvis, knees spread with a spreader bar.\nI can barely even move and that made it impossible to look around. All I could see was that I was in a dungeon of some kind. Stoney walls and floors were all around me.\nEverything about this setting was freaking me out and the knowledge of Scourge being an admitted slavetrader made it all the more worse.\nDespite the discomfort and immobility, I attempted to struggle. I pulled on the chains, though the stiffness in my arms didn't allow me to move them and the same story went for my knees and pelvis, which were secure to the contraption that kept my butt up in the air. It feels like I've been in this position for hours already.\nHow frustrating.\n\"You're awake, I knew I could hear your chains rattling in despair.\" The voice that sounded disturbingly close to Sonic's spoke up, breaking the silence that was previously interrupted by the rattling chains as I struggled.\nI couldn't see him from my position, but I knew he was in the room.\n\"How do you like the pose we put you in? Great for easy access.\" The hedgehog continued as he walked closer, just barely successful in keeping himself from tearing his own pants off to drive himself inside.\n\"Let me go, you bastard! You know you can't win. I won't let you do this!\" I growled at him. He's making a big mistake by abducting me.\nI have to report in to Rouge every twenty-four hours, my way of still involving her. My guess is, I've missed my deadline of my next report and that'll worry her. Even if I'm not in a position that favours an escape attempt, I can still count on her to send help.\nNot that Scourge needs to know, of course.\n\"Stripes, I have you tied up in that delicious position and nothing to keep me from destroying that teenaged pussy of yours. I think I've won.\" As if to prove to prove his point, a hand settled on my behind and he sunk to his knees, further emphasising my current immobility.\nHis touch send chills down my spine.\n\"Don't get so cocky, Scourge. People like you eventually get what's coming to them. People like me make sure of that.\" I growled and a simple chuckle left his lips.\n\"I'm not gonna argue that, but have you asked yourself exactly when that's gonna happen?\" He suggested and I grew silent.\n\"Tomorrow? Next week? In a month? In a year?\" His hand traced a path downwards ever so slowly, reaching something that only I and a very few others like me possessed. My growl continued to resonate louder from my vocals the closer he got.\n\"Either way, nothing will be left of you.\" As the sentence ended, a yelp filled the air as he pushed two fingers inside, already creating an uncomfortable stretch, causing my eyes to widen.\n\"Ah man, teen pussy is already amazing, but a virgin one? I'm gonna enjoy breaking you in.\" Scourge was delighted to find his assumption proven right as he pulled his fingers out to quickly push them back in again, invading my body without consent, feeling every crevice and testing it out as he did so.\n\"Get out, Scourge! Get out or I swear to Chaos, I will Chaos Blast you to smithereens!\" I shouted, my temper flaring at this shameful intrusion into my body.\n\"You can try, but there's a reason why I put you in this room.\" As smug as ever, Scourge simply continued his molestation by thrusting his fingers in and out of my opening, scissoring it and bending his fingers. Damn, did it feel uncomfortable.\nBut he was right, though. This small room wasn't chosen randomly. The chilly air all around in the middle of Summer told me that we were underground. If I were to Chaos Blast now I'd destroy the very foundations of this building, most probably causing it to collapse right on top of me. My Chaos Spear was out of the question aswell with my arms unable to throw one and I could not even know if my Chaos Control was available to me.\n\"You're such a dissapointment, Stripes.\" Scourge sighed as he kept it up, soaking his fingers in my body.\n\"Then get out already!\" I snapped at him, cutting him off, which he ignored.\n\"I've been kind enough to give you a little taste of what you'll get for aslong as you're still useful, but you're barely getting wet.\" He seemed genuinely dissapointed as he would've liked to have an easy time doing this, but he supposed no lubrication is just as fun too.\nBut my mind was on other things.\n\"What do mean for aslong as I'm useful? You're seriously keeping me here?\" A part of me hoped this was just a one time thing to punish me for meddling in their affairs.\nThe green hedgehog's smirk was the only answer I needed.\n\"I hate to ruin fresh goods, but...\" His voice trailed off as he withdrew his fingers and unzipped his jeans, pulling it down to his knees.\nOh no. Oh no, no, no!\n\"Scourge, stop! Seriously! You can't do this to me!\" Despair rose up in my chest as I knew what that sound combined with my position meant.\nBarely a second later, I could feel the warm skin of something hard brushing against my vagina.\nOh Chaos no. No, I don't want this. He can't do this to me! I haven't even done this with anyone yet. I don't want to lose my virginity like this!\n\"Shit, I've been dying to wreck your pussy ever since I first met you.\" Scourge shamelessly stated and took place behind me, spreading my lower lips with his thumbs to take a good look at what he was about to defile.\n\"No, you can't! I won't allow it!\" I disagreed with his intent and attempted to struggle, but it was useless.\nScourge could only laugh at my attempts to get free, urging me on as he took his shaft to rub its head against my clitoris. He was mocking me, daring me to try and break free knowing well that I could not escape.\n\"I'll enjoy this. After all the times your arrogant bratty self stuck your nose in my affairs and beat on me and my crew in the name of G.U.N, I can finally give you the punishment you deserve.\" He growled dominantly, his tip pressing up my entrance, threatening to push it in.\nMy heart was beating in my chest so fast. It almost felt like I could go into cardiac arrest at any given moment.\nScourge grew tired of waiting. He pressed his tip harder against my opening and pushed inside without another word.\n\"So tight! Just as expected!\" Scourge groaned as he had actual difficulty thrusting in, refusing to stop until every inch was forced inside.\nI felt like crying out as I felt his thick girth tearing me apart down there. The deeper he got, the worse and more painful the stretch became. It was like torture on my internal walls. I felt no relief even as he managed to drive every inch inside, tip pressing on my cervix and crotch pressing against my lower lips.\n\"... G... Get... Get... Out... Get out...\" I could barely breath as the pain was much too overwhelming, as was the shame that came with the realisation that I was being raped by a moebian.\nIt hurt. It hurt so much.\n\"Can't handle it?\" Scourge teased me, moving his hips to pull and push an inch or two in and out of me with his hands holding my hips in a harsh grip.\nI tried not to respond and give him the satisfaction of seeing me in pain, I really did try.\n\"Stop moving! Just stop! Stop already!\" I cried out, the pain unbearable. It felt like a knife driven inside, except less bloody and less permanent.\n\"You're not all that stretchy, are ya? How will you handle something bigger passing through there if you can't stretch for shit?\" The hedgehog kept on bullying me, moving his hips despites my protests.\n\"That's not going to happen! I'll escape. I refuse to suffer through this a second time!\" I growled at him, trembling from head to toe.\n\"You're gonna escape, huh? Better make it worth your time then!\" With these words Scourge pulled out, ensuring that I felt every inch of his erection withdrawing from my folds, and left only the tip inside before he moved it back in.\nIt only got worse from there.\nFor now he kept up a, literal, painfully slow pace. He dragged his shaft out of my barely moist pussy and pushed it back in, trying to draw tears out of me.\nAll the while I demanded he pull out and let me go already and each time Scourge ignored me, solely paying attention to the warm and tight hold massaging his manhood aswell as the sight of his stiff member dissapearing into my body.\nAnd as he began to slide easier coupled with a burning sensation, I knew he had drawn blood. It was hard to breath.\n\"Scourge, you sick fuck, just leave me alone!\" I gasped and yelped as Scourge took a faster pace now that he had begun to move easier. My body shook and rocked, which was quite painful with my kind of restraints, and thin streaks of blood ran down my thighs.\n\"Why? So you can try your infamous vanishing act and run home crying?\" With our physical age difference, Scourge treated me like a brat. Didn't matter if his dick was buried in my body or not.\n\"No, I can't...\" I panted. I could not go home, I still needed to complete my mission.\n\"Of course, you're not, you still have all those people to find! Like what's his name? Eh, whatever. What matters is I have this fun little video of him. Recorded just for you! Just hours upon hours of screaming.\" My eyes widened again as I realised what he was talking about.\n\"He even started crying for his mother at some point! Well, gurgling too, but that was near the end.\" Scourge watched in amusement as a look of horror appeared on my face.\nOh Chaos... My target, that young man of barely twenty-one, was tortured to death because of me.\nWhat if they get their hands on the people in the other files?\n\"You're monsters! All of you!\" I growled, tears blurring my vision as the pain hadn't subsided even once and now my heart felt like it had gotten ripped out of my chest aswell.\n\"That's not how you beg, Stripes. Don't you want all those other missing cases under our wing dead too, do you?\" Scourge threatened me and I could only keep on growling.\n\"Screw you, Scourge.\" I simply retorted.\nScourge knew he had rendered me speechless.\nAll of a sudden he started speeding up, his hips snapping against my behind and creating these lewd noises.\n\"Stop... Stop... Stop...\" I could only keep on repeating those words in a muttering tone, fearing the safety of those that had already suffered so much.\nAnd then he came.\nWith gritted teeth and a vice-like hold on my hips he drove himself into my bloodied pussy one last time before cumming, earning a startled cry out of me as his salty seed made my internal injuries burn. It felt so shameful and disgusting to feel his thick load of semen fill my womb up, adding another layer of horror to my already traumatised mind.\nEven as his tense body relaxed, he did not pull out with every intention to get every drop inside.\nHis gaze settled on my face again, as it had previously been glued to my gender, and he noticed the tears I couldn't keep from appearing.\n\"How did ya like your first taste of semen? As amazing as getting your cherry popped?\" He asked and I could not bring myself to respond.\nScourge frowned at my silence and snapped his hips harshly against my gender in anger to hear me yelp in pain before he pulled out.\nThough more blood and a bit of cum came dribbling out of my torn pussy, I breathed a careful sigh of relief, my eyes closing.\n\"Hey, I'm not done yet!\" The green hedgehog growled in anger and gave a swift kicked to my face, causing my head to jerk backwards and tug harshly on the cuff chaining my neck to the floor. I had to gasp for air.\nApparently Scourge had gotten up and walked to my front when he saw my eyes closing, mistaking it for me falling asleep.\nI'd nurse my wounds, but I was still not in any state to move.\nScourge wanted to continue my torment and went to his knees again, his limp dick still out in the open. It was coated in fluid and blood.\n\"Now I'm gonna use that pretty mouth of yours to clean myself up and don't ya dare take a bite. If I feel as much as your teeth grazing my cock, I won't hesitate to share you with the guard dogs.\" He threatened as he grabbed a handful of quills to pull my head back and stare at my expression, my left cheek already starting to swell up because of that kick.\nThat disgusting sick freak. Share me with the guard dogs? Why do I feel like he's not talking about the anthropomorphic ones?\nI clenched my jaws tightly onto eachother, but as Scourge managed to wriggle a claw between my teeth, it didn't take much longer to open my mouth and push his filthy organ inside, forcing me to experience a wide range of tastes I never wanted to experience.\nI hummed in complaint, but there was nothing I could do to stop him. I was exhausted and I didn't want to be turned into a literal bitch.\nIt was disgusting to feel the skin of his shaft on the roof of my mouth and between my lips and it felt even worse to have the tip of his half-hard member reach my throat. And as he sqeezed my nostrils closed, I couldn't breath either.\n\"Geez, it's a good thing this hole won't be your main attraction. You barely even got my hard again.\" Scourge nagged me in dissapointment when he finally let me breath the moment I attempted to claw at him. He let go of my nose and pulled his 'clean' masculine organ out of my mouth.\nI sucked in large amounts of air to provide my near burning lungs with the oxygen they had been denied and coughed.\n\"Damn... Disgusting!\" I panted and pulled a grimace on my face as the taste still lingered on my taste buds.\n\"I wonder how long it'll take you to get addicted to it. The others didn't resist for long.\" The hedgehog chuckled as he stood up to straighten out his clothes.\n\"I won't... get addicted.\" I retorted in between deep breaths, but he didn't take my determination seriously as he simply huffed in amusement.\n\"With how bland the food you'll get will taste, I'm willing to bet it won't take long.\" Scourge claimed as he walked out of sight, though not out of the room.\nThe sound of a shutter startled me shortly after and I had to try lift my head to look at the green hedgehog. I noticed the glint of a phone in his hand with its lens pointed at my ruined pussy.\nWas he taking pictures of my gender?! As if my shame couldn't grow any worse.\n\"And there's the 'after' picture. Man, people are gonna wanna pay to see these pictures of your wrecked cunt. Tons of old geezers are gonna be jerking off to the sight of your teen pussy tonight.\" Scourge stated in utter victory. The 'before' picture must've been taken while I was still out cold.\n\"You... You get more... disgusting... by the minute.\" I panted once more growling in anger once I snapped out of my shock.\n\"I'm done with you for today.\" The object of my hatred spoke as he stood up and produced a syringe from a pocket of his jacket.\nHe was going to knock me out again.\n\"I'll come by tomorrow to continue your training. For now, just sleep.\" In an instant I felt the sting of the syringe piercing my skin and felt the same haze from yesterday well up in my mind.\nChaos, was he really going to put me through this all over again tomorrow?\nI wanted to break free and escape, but my exhaustion helped the sedative work even faster. My body grew heavy again and before I knew it I had passed out again.\n\nThe next day I woke up alone in the room again. And though I did not manage to break free, the guards outside did get me some more information.\nFirst of all, Scourge had regained his throne in Moebius and, unlike before, he had actual followers this time around as his castle had been empty last time I was here. Now he had guards, connections, anything to establish his rule. As was tradition with these Moebians, the most loathsome person was in charge.\nNow that I knew that green hedgehog was back in charge, I figured that I must be kept in the castle dungeon right now. I wondered who else was kept here. I know Scourge stated he'd pay special attention to me, but was I really the only one here?\nAnd if there was anyone else, did they go through the same as me?\nA feeling of distress had run through me as I thought back to what had been done to me.\nI didn't get to ponder that horrific crime for long as Scourge entered the room with his smug smirk already present.\nJust like yesterday he was just as despicable and unkind in his gestures as the day before, though there was no penetration today. Apparently it was so I could heal up for next time.\nDidn't stop Scourge from finding something else to play with.\n\"Come on. Moan for me like a good little slave.\" The hedgehog growled in a dominating manner as he kneeled behind me, working his fingers on my vagina.\nI was biting down on my lower lip as pleasurable jolts were forced through me as he fingered my entrance with one hand while the other played with my clit. He was trying to get me to orgasm, trying to see how easy it was to moisten me up this time. The easier it is, the more popular I'll become. And if the slickness of his fingers were any indication, my youthful body wasn't so hard to persuade this time around.\n\"Screw you, Scourge! You may have taken my innocence, but I won't give in!\" I snarled, trying my best to keep my body under control.\n\"You say that and yet you've soaked my hands with how wet you are. And don't get me started on how much your trembling.\" His fingers, three of them to get me accustomed to being stretched, kept on moving in and out of me, claws brushing dangerously against injuries that had nearly finished healing.\n\"It's a normal bodily reaction to being penetrated. It's out of my control.\" It was becoming difficult to speak as the rubbing on my sensitive nub grew harder and faster, causing my toes to curl and my fists to clench.\nI had to stay in control. I had to.\nWith my body still in the same position as yesterday, believing I could handle the strain, my butt was jutted out backwards, giving my trainer more than enough space and mobility to work with. And he used it to its full advantage.\nApparently each slave-in-training was put in a position that would be reminiscent of their future purpose. Mine was chosen because it reminded Scourge of 'a bitch in heat'.\n\"Ah!?\" A startled moan managed to leave as I was driven closer and closer, causing Scourge to smirk in victory .\n\"Aw yeah, you're getting there! I wonder how loud I can make you scream when you finally cum. It'll be your first, right? I think I'll make you a screamer. Or a weeper! That's even more pathetic! And I know some people who'd pay tons to have a slave that cries with each orgasm. Makes them feel real powerful!\" Scourge was making decisions like I wasn't capable of listening, something that he's done before when I woke up as he mused weither he should keep me in this pose or change it up a little. I have a feeling he'll be doing that a lot.\n\"I'm not going to be anyone's slave!\" I shouted, determined to follow it through. Of course, Scourge only saw hilarity in my will.\n\"Well, sure, you're not gonna be a regular slave. That ultimate bod's gonna be used for something real special.\" Scourge replied, twisting my words around, as his fingers kept on rubbing my clitoris fiercely, forcing me to enjoy it and actually made my body buck.\nIt was giving in.\n\"What... What do you mean?\" I had to focus on his statement and not be swayed by the pleasure coursing through me.\nIt wasn't real. I knew I was better than this.\n\"That's a surprise.\" He simply replied with a smirk and continued his onslaught on my body.\n\"Damnit, no!\" I shouted in anger when my orgasm broke through, rippling throughout my body and giving Scourge another victory.\n\"Yeah, that's it! Cum for your master!\" My trainer encouraged me as he still continued to pleasure me against my will, enjoying the way my body convulsed and clamped down on his fingers while more of my juices escaped.\nHe only stopped when he noticed that my orgasm had faded away and the afterglow set in.\nI panted as I stared at the floor.\nLosing my virginity had felt horrible, having my rapist cum in me was shameful, but this time my own body had betrayed me. I knew that it was purely a bodily reaction, but I still couldn't help but feel betrayed.\nA gasp left me when Scourge pulled his fingers out to place kisses on my back, crotch soon grinding on my soaking wet one.\n\"No, don't! You've done more then enough already. Leave me be.\" I didn't want to be taken again. Right now all I wanted was to be left alone.\n\"Leave you be? Stripes, you better get used to company. When I'm done with you, you won't be left alone for a long, long time to come.\" I gasped once more as the grinding continued for a little while longer before the sound of a zipper unzipping reached my ears, causing them to fold back.\nScourge had promised no penetration today. Didn't take long for him to break that promise.\nAnd I could not fight back.\n\nI'm blindfolded as my body is suspended in the air, my wrists cuffed up above with a chain to the ceiling aswell as my knees, the two latter limbs close to my chest. My legs were spread, my pusy fully exposed to be used and abused.\nI wasn't alone in here, but I'm certain I'm not with Scourge either. Now, three months after relentless training with Scourge, I was shared with complete strangers.\nI've been suspended here for hours now and I've already received several men inside, my pussy sensitive, sore, soaked in cum... And still they kept on coming.\n\"Shit, we've been fucking you for hours now... How the crap can you still be so tight?\" The man violating me this time spoke up as he pounded my well-used pussy, rough hands squeezing my butt.\n\"Because... Because I'm the Ultimate Lifeform... Asshole...\" I retorted, trying to growl and not let my exhaustion, my shame, the remnants of my heart and soul breaking be too evident.\n\"I'd love to use your little pucker, but sadly that's of limits.\" My 'lover' responded, twisting my words around, as he reached for the vibrator pushed inside my other orifice to move it a little, earning a grimace out of me.\nI had heard Scourge only one time today. That was when I woke up in this position and felt the thing stuffed up in there with the sole purpose of making it clear that that place was not up for use. My vagina, and my vagina only, was supposed to be abused today. That was the body part that would earn my future owner the most money after all.\nWith a long dragged out groan the man came, pulling out to ejaculate all over my crotch, fifth or sixth to do so today.\nI swallowed down the lump in my throat as my fur felt warm and sticky again, earlier shots of cum still in the process of drying and forming crusts in my fur.\nI tried not to show it, I tried so hard to stay strong, to keep that iron-clad will I'm supposed to have, but my blindfold, though black in colour, became visibly soaked through.\nI don't understand what's happening to me. Am I giving up? Am I breaking?\nI have barely even noticed the next guy walking in until a pair of slender hands settled on my lower back and a new erection was shoved inside.\n\"Ah!\" A yelp left me as the tip harshly hit my cervix. As if my body despised me aswell, the rough penetration caused me to orgasm, something that I've done more than once today, though I disdained every second that ticked by. It caused me to choke up.\nChaos, I really am breaking.\n\"Ah, fuck yeah! How generous king Scourge is to let us test you before you're brought to the auction.\" Surprisingly, it's a woman's voice that spoke up.\nWhat is she? Is she an hermaphrodite? Is she something like me, but a female version?\n\"They won't get me... I'll...\"\n\"You'll escape?\" The woman finished my sentence before cruel laughter broke out in the room.\n\"I wonder how many men and women spoke those very words before you were recruited. I bet they are all moaning and groaning in empty pleasure now that they've succumbed. No one in this building, not me, not the men who've already taken you, nor the men who are waiting their turn outside, has doubts about you giving in aswell.\" The woman continued to speak as she continued her assault on my pussy, speeding up as she saw me grimacing and figured that the constant usage was unbearable.\nAnd yet, there were still more to come.\nAnd I don't have the energy to fight.\n\nAt the end of that day, around 1 am when this was supposed to end at precisely midnight, my restraints were undone and I fell unceremoniously to the filthy floor, completely immobile.\nThe blindfold was removed and I noticed it was the selfproclaimed king himself who stood there staring down at me, the smuggest smirk he could muster visible on his face.\nI want to rip it off. Really, literally, rip it off.\nAnd yet, without resistance I let a hired doctor turn me over and check me out, take some samples, see if the goods were still worthy of selling.\nAs my Black Arms fused DNA had accelerated my healing, I had always recovered and therefore I had stayed desireable, no matter how filled with seed I was.\nI had passed the 'test' set up specifically for me.\nThat was when Scourge officially deemed me broken and I was quickly sold to some auction on Moebius, where the word [i]'Breeder'[/i] was burned into the flesh of my right outer thigh with seering hot iron before I was put in this small cage that barely provided enough room to even stand up in.\nI wasn't the only one here. There were many other women, men, hermaphrodites and the like put in a cage similar to mine. Different word branded into their skin.\n[i]'Bitch'[/i],[i] 'Fucktoy'[/i], [i]'Uke Slut'[/i],[i] 'Cumpdump'[/i] all sorts of vulgar words were branded onto their very bodies, never to be erased.\nBut my cage had something only few of them had. A plastic plaque. I crawled forward to it and reached for it in order to take a closer look.\nWhat did it read?\n[center][i]'Special Edition:\nPregnant Ultimate Lifeform'[/i][/center]\nMy heart skipped a beat upon reading those words, a hand coming to rest on my abdomen.\n[i]\"Oh no, you're not just gonna be a regular slave. That Ultimate bod's gonna be used for something real special.\"[/i]\nSo that's what Scourge had meant. That was what my brand meant. My body, bioengineerd to be perfect, was going to be used for breeding.\nI could only look down at my belly and caress the life that was quite likely growing inside. I could only wonder exactly what kind of life it would lead and exactly how long it would take until we were seperated.\n\nI never got an anwer to that question.\nThrough the months I was taken out of that small cage to be presented at auctions.\nOf course, I tried to resist and escape as soon as I was taken out of that cage, but it had ended with a punch to my abdomen that send a harrowing feeling surging through me. The thought of them willing to hurt an unborn child was enough to make me stop, though I was the only one who knew that my baby was protected by the very essence that gave me life, Chaos energy.\nEach time I was taken to a sorry looking stage with a pricetag hung from a collar with a second price written with marker on my growing belly. A secondary price, a price for my child.\nA pregnant belly meant one thing to potential buyers; I had been screwed far too many times and that was a real turn off for a lot of people.\nNobody wanted a slave that quite possibly had the pussy as wide as a mine shaft, ignorant of my exceptional healing, so they always opted to bid on the unborn settled cozily in my womb.\nIt scared me just how many people here on Moebius wanted my baby, an innocent life that hadn't even taken its first breath, and the thoughts of what might happen to it frightened me to death.\nDespites the way it was conceived, despites there being no possible way of knowing who the father of my baby was as I had never been allowed to see their faces the day of conception, I had grown attached to it. The longer it nestled in my womb, the more it grew, the more it developed and started moving, I grew to care for it and I did not want us to seperate.\nBut the question I asked myself about the quality of its life and if I would even have the chance to hold it after I had pushed it out of my body, never received an answer.\nI was in my sixth month and every day the day of my baby's birth drew nearer and that frightened me. The highest bidder had a say in when mother and child would be seperated and usually the most popular choices were after nursing or right after birth. It doesn't matter when, it scares me and I hope my powers return once I've given birth.\nThen, if they don't sedate me again, I'll finally be able to escape.\nBut for now, sleep. I had to conserve my strength, or what little remained of it, for both of us.\nIt was in the middle of the night. By now I had dozed off after another day of being beaten for being 'disobedient', which in their eyes was simply looking up to them. But I suppose it was a nice change from 'inviting' dick after dick in my pussy.\nI was filthy from the lack of hygiene, they really only bothered to really wash me whenever another auction was soon to come, I was hurt, I was starving, but all I really appreciated right now was sleep.\nI vaguely remember being roused from my slumber, though my depression combined with my pregnancy and the poor living conditions didn't allow me to have much energy, by someone. That someone had a comforting aura, something that I've missed so dearly.\nI heard the door to my cage open before she held me against her chest, which had quite a large bust and tipped me off on her gender, my head resting on her shoulder. I could feel her hand rubbing my now six month old belly in a comforting manner showing me that she meant no harm towards me or my child, whispering reassuring words into my ears, though they barely even registered in my tired, broken mind.\n\"Come on, Rouge, we gotta le-\" A man's voice whispered as he felt his anxiety rising, wanting to be out of here already.\nHe cut his own sentence off when he laid his eyes on me.\n\"I... I've heard the rumors circulating the city, but... Faker's really pregnant?\" Ah Chaos, only one person calls me by that ridiculous nickname. It sounds like music to my ears.\n\"Rouge? Sonic?\" I had to wheeze their names as the strain of the rope that had been tied around my throat for at least half an hour, just shy of completely cutting my air off and killing my fetus, as punishment had taken its toll.\n\"Yes, hun, it's us. I'm so sorry it took us so long to find you.\" Rouge had never been an emotional person before, but I could still see the tears growing in her eyes when mine opened to meet her teal ones.\nThey didn't stay open for long as I grew limp in her embrace again, too tired to stay awake. They were here. My friends were here. I was safe now.\n\"He looks terrible, what have they been doing to him?\" Sonic wondered out loud, not wanting to imagine all of the atrocities done to me.\n\"Doesn't matter, we have to leave.\" Rouge, as a G.U.N spy, had seen this before, though not quite at this scale. Sonic, however, had never seen something this disgusting before.\nHe wholeheartedly agreed. Though he wanted to help these people aswell, his first priority right now was me.\nAnd that's when I was finally free.\n\nI don't know what must've happened right after I had been found, but I woke up in a hospital. I must've immediatly been brought here as soon as we returned to Mobius.\nI was hooked up to an IV, heart monitor, anything you could think of really. The doctor had come by after I had woke up and informed me that I was suffering from serious dehydration, malnourishment and pretty much any other ailment you could get when you spend six months in near complete darkness except for that hour or two spend standing on that stage and listen to people bidding on my child like a peace of meat.\nBut those ailments would be taken care off while I stayed in the hospital for a little while longer. The doctors made sure to check up on my child aswell and gave me my very first ultra sound, though I refused to know the gender just yet.\nAnd while I was stuck there, my friends came to check up on me once a while, though I liked to have my peace and quiet. I liked, and prefered, to spend my time with my unborn.\nIt wasn't that I didn't trust them. After all, I was no longer on Moebius. But I felt like the atrocious crimes done to me were written all over my body. It felt embarrassing to show my face to anyone.\nFortunatly, they noticed my want for space and left me alone for most of the time. Except for Sonic and Rouge. Those two were too stubborn to leave me by myself, determined to make sure I felt safe again.\nI suppose it was weird to lie in that bed, clothed, fed, kindness all around and people who cared about me and my child, though it was without a doubt a Moebian's. I hadn't noticed just how kind these people could be.\nIf anything, it reassured my child's future and reminded me exactly why I protected them.\nIt was a nice re-introduction to Mobius.\nAnd then I returned home.\nAs Rouge was busy with work, though Commander Tower was lenient towards her now that I was home, I was left alone a lot.\nI believed I could handle it. I was back on Mobius, in the comfort of my own home, food and warmth and the assurance of protection for both me and my child. I believed things were going my way again, I was even making plans to turn the guest bedroom into a baby room.\nSo why was it still so hard to get out of bed in the morning? Why did I feel like I had to look over my shoulder all the time? Why could I not sleep without the fear of waking up in that cage again?\nWas it because Scourge's voice echoed so clearly in my mind? Was it because the touches of those faceless people felt like they were burned onto my skin? Was it because my brand reminded me of the nightmare I had lived through, and nearly lived through, whenever I went as much as to the bathroom?\nI wanted to be happy, but it seemed impossible.\nScourge, those people, they took everything away from me.\nMy virginity, my dignity, my self-esteem, everything all the way to the pleasant dreams I was finally getting.\nAnd I had been unable to stop any of it.\nThis much power and I couldn't even protect myself.\nAs month seven and month eight passed, it only became clearer to me just how much I depended on others.\nWhen I tried to work on the baby room, Knuckles and Tails were the ones to put the crib together. Amy and Cream sought out the toys and Sonic carried furniture up the stairs along with Knuckles again aswell. All I did was pick colours and curtains and what would be placed where and I didn't even do that alone as Rouge made all sort of suggestions. Even the Chaotix and miss Vanilla had a part aswell. The latter reassured me that she was open to teach me all she knew about childcare while the three Stooges of the detective world promised me safety.\nI felt worthless, dependent, ravaged. I loathed myself.\nAfter the baby room was finished, I gave them my thanks and locked myself up in my room. Not the most healthy decision, but, somehow, I could not help myself. I couldn't face them knowing what I had become, I could barely even face myself in the mirror.\nIt worried Rouge greatly, but she decided, reluctantly, to give me my space, believing that I would feel better with time.\nThe rest of my pregnancy should've been happy, but instead it was filled with nightmares, isolation and guilt for being so dependent on them.\nAnd then my water broke.\nAt the time I was curled up in bed, this time because of the pain that had been running through my system all day already, listening to Sonic enthousiasticly rambling about this new invention Tails had come up with right outside of my door. My startled gasp at wetting my own bed had urged him to enter my room. I felt ashamed at first, believing that I might've degraded myself even further, but at least he figured that I was going into labour.\nI hated to ask more of him already, but Sonic insisted that I let him carry me. With my contractions plaguing me, I didn't argue with him.\nAs we arrived, I was quickly taken under a doctor's wing and given a room. Sonic decided to stay by my side for support while we waited for Rouge to come aswell, trying to keep the mood light as he noticed that I wasn't happy to finally have my baby.\nIt wasn't just because of my fear of losing it, but also because I felt guilty, like I needed to apologise as soon as it was born.\nA mother was supposed to be a symbol of purity and love, a nurturing figure. The body that nurtured my baby was filthy and used. It felt like I had been insulting it since its conception.\nTo make matters worse, complications arose when the baby refused to move into the right position. I had the urge to push, I was fully dilated, but still it would not move.\nSonic joked, stating that the baby didn't want to leave just yet, but the doctor wasn't in the mood for jokes and laughs.\nAccording to him, I was in need of a c-section, insisting that I go under full sedation.\nThat terrified me. I didn't want to sleep as I feared I'd wake up without it, like one of those bidders, or maybe even Scourge himself, would be here on Mobius to take it away from me.\nBut as I was brought to the OR and got that oxygen mask put over my face to put me to sleep, that blue hedgehog had entered the room aswell, dressed in the same clothes as the doctors. Somehow, he had been able to convince them to let him in.\nHe promised me that, while I was out, he'd be there to guard over my infant and make sure it was still there while I slept.\nMy fears were soothed and so I drifted off.\nWhen I woke up a few hours later and heard a baby crying, my heart immediatly fluttered.\nIt was an odd, light feeling in my heavy chest, but it gave me the strength to sit up and look for it.\nBut burning pain ran through me when I sat up a bit too quick and it wasn't just because of the stitches on my lower abdomen. It came from my right thigh.\nAs I lifted the covers and my hospital gown, I noticed a bandage covering my thigh, right where my brand was supposed to be. As I peeled back the medical tape, I noticed a long row of stitches.\nI can hardly believe it. I don't know weither it was on Sonic's request or if the surgeon took the initiative, but my brand had been removed. That's why I had to undergo a full sedation. So the ugly scar from that hot iron could be removed and still let it be a surprise when I had recovered.\nThe scar of the stitches might stay, but I didn't care. So long as I didn't have to stare at the word [i]'Breeder'[/i] for the rest of my life, I was content.\n\"You're awake.\" I diverted my attention to the other presence in the room for the first time. It was Rouge and she was holding something wrapped warmly in a blanket.\n\"When Sonic called me I came as soon as I could. You were already in surgery when I arrived, but I'm happy I was still one of the first people to see this little cutie. Big Blue himself is out getting himself some lunch in the cafeteria now that you were back in your room and I was here.\" Rouge wore a genuinely happy expression as she whispered, but I could hardly pay attention as my gaze was glued to the bundle she held.\nWhen she noticed, Rouge could hardly keep herself from laughing a bit uneasily.\n\"I'm so sorry, hun. I keep blabbering on when you are dying to hold your baby.\" She apologised and approached the bed to hand the whimpering bundle over to me.\n\"I think our little cutie is hungry.\" She stated as she took a seat on the edge of the bed, but I was no longer listening.\nIt was a little boy. He was healthy, he was perfect and he was mine.\nI could hardly believe I had given birth to him. My defiled, used body had grown and nurtured something as beautiful as this. If I was capable of this, it couldn't be all that filthy, right?\nIt didn't matter who his father was, he looked exactly like me. Black fur, quills upwards, tan muzzle, dark ocean blue eyes.\nHe was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on.\nSomehow, holding him made me feel like I could handle anything.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Dungeon


Shadow's POV

As the Ultimate Lifeform, I was supposed to be perfect, undefeatable. I was supposed to know better than to have myself caught like that, but I suppose even I had the luck of falling every now and then.
I worked with Rouge under the authority of the Commander of G.U.N, Abraham Tower. Our jobs mainly consisted out of breaking and entering place perceived as a threat or a place of interest.
We usually stole data, retrieved emeralds or missing agents, sometimes visited and wrote reports about facilities like prisons, labs, institutes and sometimes we were send to uncover illegal activities and organisations.
With Ivo already making things difficult for us with his slipping grip on dictatorship, no one wanted some new nut try to seize control.
These organisations usually dealt in weapons, drugs, trafficking, but nothing was more despicable than the blackmarket, located in the more uncontrollable part of Mobius, grown in the king's absence and Ivo's reign.
The blackmarket had everything you could think of. Untested medicine, infant children at barely a week old, organs, slavery, ...
When it came to the latter, I was often send out alone. With Rouge's curvaceous body, unwanted accidents might occur and I did not want her to get hurt. So she was left out of these sort of missions. As she did not like being left out, she often tried to bring up my gender as a point to make her case about how she would be just fine, but I always refused to listen.
I looked mostly male, no one would suspect me of the gender I might have between my legs. Not to mention that I lived on a world brimming with Chaos energy. With all that power at my finger tips, I believed myself undefeatable by these low criminals, who's best defense were guns.
The blackmarket was elusive, large and knew how to hide from view. It was already difficult to try and track the one on Mobius down, so we didn't spend all that much time checking the one on Moebius.
The only time the blackmarket in that zone caught our attention was when a retrieved agent had told us of her time with the blackmarket after a seven month dissapearance. Seven whole months of being passed around like an object.
Just horrifying.
As if it wasn't already horrific enough what they were doing to their own people, they had begun to drag citizens from Mobius down aswell.
Soon after I was send to Moebius, a list of missing person cases was shoved in my hand. I was supposed to try and find out exactly how many of these people were victim of this new tactic, not knowing that I would soon fall victim myself.
I had found a lead to a missing young man, a human actually, and I had followed it to some abandoned warehouse. Apparently, according to my sources, this was one of the places where slaves were being held before getting auctioned off.
There was an actual process to this, believe it or not.
First, after capture, a person would be subjected to training in order to break and prepare them for use. Secondly, they would be tested for either an hour, a couple of hours or a whole day, depending on what use they would supposedly have. And thirdly, after a doctor's visit, they'd be branded and brought to places like this, repurposed to be an auction house, waiting for a possible owner to come as they believed their fate to have been sealed.
I had already returned thirteen people to their loves ones, this young man depicted on the file hidden in my shoulder bag would be next.
"Well, if it ain't Stripes." An arm enclosed around my throat, nearly cutting off my supply.
"Scourge." I growled and grabbed for his arm. He's the only one to call me by that ridiculous nickname.
"Fancy seeing you here. I thought those zone cops were keeping a closer eye on zonehoppers such as yourself." He stated, his face uncomfortably close to mine as his warm breath hit my cheek.
It creeped me out. I never was a fan of physical touch and insisted on keeping my personal space. Scourge obviously thought differently.
"What are you doing here, Scourge? Are you involved with the blackmarket?" I asked, rather going straight to business than to dwell on the fact he managed to sneak up on me. Truth be told, just like Sonic, Scourge could be sneaky if he really wanted to, despites his loud attitude.
The hedgehog smirked.
"The blackmarket, huh? So the rumors are true?" He asked, his free hand settling on my hip. I didn't pay the limb much attention. For now.
"What rumors?" I asked, standing a bit on my toes as Scourge was tall compared to me as he, through the years I've known him, grew up while I did not and that arm wrapped around my throat did not allow me to breath without tiptoeing.
"The rumors about Mobius' Ultimate Lifeform seeking out the blackmarket. The slave market to be more precise. I'd ask why, but I think I may have an idea." The hand on my hip moved downwards until it reached my crotch and groped me through my jeans, shocking me to the core.
"You damn pervert!" I elbowed him in the guy to get him away from me, a Chaos Spear ready in each hand as I jumped back.
"Tell your filthy fantasies goodbye, Scourge. I'm here for a mission and I will not let you stand in my way. So make this easier on both of us and just tell me if you're involved or not!" I growled, but the hedgehog simply gave me a smug smile.
It was then that I felt a sting in my lower back. One of my Chaos Spears dissipated so I could pull the source out and look at it.
A dart?
I looked around to try and find where it came from and saw something glinting in a different building through the broken window of the warehouse as something moved away. Was it a sniper? Did someone dart me like an animal?
Soon enough whatever had been in the dart took effect and a haze grew in my mind.
"Did you drug me?" I asked, quickly struggling to keep my balance.
Scourge began to smirk as he noticed the drug affecting me.
"We figured you'd show up here someday. What else can I say? I like to be prepared." The hedgehog answered, hands nonchalantly in his pockets as he watched with joy as I fell to my knees, unable to carry my own weight. His response made me glare furiously at him.
"Damn you, Scourge!" I growled and tried to get back up on my feet to punch that hedgehog in the face, but even my Chaos Spear had vanished into nothing already.
"Don't try to fight it. It's a concoction of sedatives mixed together just for you. You're going to be out like a light in seconds." He told me and his words were backed up when I fell forward flat on my front, my body growing heavier by the second.
I tried to keep my eyes open, but it was no use.
Footsteps told me Scourge walked closer.
"And, Stripes, to answer your question. Yeah, I am involved. I'm one of the kingpins actually. But don't worry, I'll pay special attention to you." He spoke to me one last time before I blacked out.

When I woke up, it was with a pounding headache.
My body felt heavy and my senses returned slowly, but I knew that I was cold and on a hard surface. And judging from the chilly air brushing against my body, I could only conclude that I was naked.
My eyes snapped open the moment I made this realisation and I wanted to look around, only to find that to be impossible with the position I was in.
I'm bound to the floor on my knees. Hands bound with cuffs to the wall, muzzle muzzled, torso held down with a chain and a collar around my neck to cuff it to the floor, butt kept in the air with a bar positioned underneath my pelvis, knees spread with a spreader bar.
I can barely even move and that made it impossible to look around. All I could see was that I was in a dungeon of some kind. Stoney walls and floors were all around me.
Everything about this setting was freaking me out and the knowledge of Scourge being an admitted slavetrader made it all the more worse.
Despite the discomfort and immobility, I attempted to struggle. I pulled on the chains, though the stiffness in my arms didn't allow me to move them and the same story went for my knees and pelvis, which were secure to the contraption that kept my butt up in the air. It feels like I've been in this position for hours already.
How frustrating.
"You're awake, I knew I could hear your chains rattling in despair." The voice that sounded disturbingly close to Sonic's spoke up, breaking the silence that was previously interrupted by the rattling chains as I struggled.
I couldn't see him from my position, but I knew he was in the room.
"How do you like the pose we put you in? Great for easy access." The hedgehog continued as he walked closer, just barely successful in keeping himself from tearing his own pants off to drive himself inside.
"Let me go, you bastard! You know you can't win. I won't let you do this!" I growled at him. He's making a big mistake by abducting me.
I have to report in to Rouge every twenty-four hours, my way of still involving her. My guess is, I've missed my deadline of my next report and that'll worry her. Even if I'm not in a position that favours an escape attempt, I can still count on her to send help.
Not that Scourge needs to know, of course.
"Stripes, I have you tied up in that delicious position and nothing to keep me from destroying that teenaged pussy of yours. I think I've won." As if to prove to prove his point, a hand settled on my behind and he sunk to his knees, further emphasising my current immobility.
His touch send chills down my spine.
"Don't get so cocky, Scourge. People like you eventually get what's coming to them. People like me make sure of that." I growled and a simple chuckle left his lips.
"I'm not gonna argue that, but have you asked yourself exactly when that's gonna happen?" He suggested and I grew silent.
"Tomorrow? Next week? In a month? In a year?" His hand traced a path downwards ever so slowly, reaching something that only I and a very few others like me possessed. My growl continued to resonate louder from my vocals the closer he got.
"Either way, nothing will be left of you." As the sentence ended, a yelp filled the air as he pushed two fingers inside, already creating an uncomfortable stretch, causing my eyes to widen.
"Ah man, teen pussy is already amazing, but a virgin one? I'm gonna enjoy breaking you in." Scourge was delighted to find his assumption proven right as he pulled his fingers out to quickly push them back in again, invading my body without consent, feeling every crevice and testing it out as he did so.
"Get out, Scourge! Get out or I swear to Chaos, I will Chaos Blast you to smithereens!" I shouted, my temper flaring at this shameful intrusion into my body.
"You can try, but there's a reason why I put you in this room." As smug as ever, Scourge simply continued his molestation by thrusting his fingers in and out of my opening, scissoring it and bending his fingers. Damn, did it feel uncomfortable.
But he was right, though. This small room wasn't chosen randomly. The chilly air all around in the middle of Summer told me that we were underground. If I were to Chaos Blast now I'd  destroy the very foundations of this building, most probably causing it to collapse right on top of me. My Chaos Spear was out of the question aswell with my arms unable to throw one and I could not even know if my Chaos Control was available to me.
"You're such a dissapointment, Stripes." Scourge sighed as he kept it up, soaking his fingers in my body.
"Then get out already!" I snapped at him, cutting him off, which he ignored.
"I've been kind enough to give you a little taste of what you'll get for aslong as you're still useful, but you're barely getting wet." He seemed genuinely dissapointed as he would've liked to have an easy time doing this, but he supposed no lubrication is just as fun too.
But my mind was on other things.
"What do mean for aslong as I'm useful? You're seriously keeping me here?" A part of me hoped this was just a one time thing to punish me for meddling in their affairs.
The green hedgehog's smirk was the only answer I needed.
"I hate to ruin fresh goods, but..." His voice trailed off as he withdrew his fingers and unzipped his jeans, pulling it down to his knees.
Oh no. Oh no, no, no!
"Scourge, stop! Seriously! You can't do this to me!" Despair rose up in my chest as I knew what that sound combined with my position meant.
Barely a second later, I could feel the warm skin of something hard brushing against my vagina.
Oh Chaos no. No, I don't want this. He can't do this to me! I haven't even done this with anyone yet. I don't want to lose my virginity like this!
"Shit, I've been dying to wreck your pussy ever since I first met you." Scourge shamelessly stated and took place behind me, spreading my lower lips with his thumbs to take a good look at what he was about to defile.
"No, you can't! I won't allow it!" I disagreed with his intent and attempted to struggle, but it was useless.
Scourge could only laugh at my attempts to get free, urging me on as he took his shaft to rub its head against my clitoris. He was mocking me, daring me to try and break free knowing well that I could not escape.
"I'll enjoy this. After all the times your arrogant bratty self stuck your nose in my affairs and beat on me and my crew in the name of G.U.N, I can finally give you the punishment you deserve." He growled dominantly, his tip pressing up my entrance, threatening to push it in.
My heart was beating in my chest so fast. It almost felt like I could go into cardiac arrest at any given moment.
Scourge grew tired of waiting. He pressed his tip harder against my opening and pushed inside without another word.
"So tight! Just as expected!" Scourge groaned as he had actual difficulty thrusting in, refusing to stop until every inch was forced inside.
I felt like crying out as I felt his thick girth tearing me apart down there. The deeper he got, the worse and more painful the stretch became. It was like torture on my internal walls. I felt no relief even as he managed to drive every inch inside, tip pressing on my cervix and crotch pressing against my lower lips.
"... G... Get... Get... Out... Get out..." I could barely breath as the pain was much too overwhelming, as was the shame that came with the realisation that I was being raped by a moebian.
It hurt. It hurt so much.
"Can't handle it?" Scourge teased me, moving his hips to pull and push an inch or two in and out of me with his hands holding my hips in a harsh grip.
I tried not to respond and give him the satisfaction of seeing me in pain, I really did try.
"Stop moving! Just stop! Stop already!" I cried out, the pain unbearable. It felt like a knife driven inside, except less bloody and less permanent.
"You're not all that stretchy, are ya? How will you handle something bigger passing through there if you can't stretch for shit?" The hedgehog kept on bullying me, moving his hips despites my protests.
"That's not going to happen! I'll escape. I refuse to suffer through this a second time!" I growled at him, trembling from head to toe.
"You're gonna escape, huh? Better make it worth your time then!" With these words Scourge pulled out, ensuring that I felt every inch of his erection withdrawing from my folds, and left only the tip inside before he moved it back in.
It only got worse from there.
For now he kept up a, literal, painfully slow pace. He dragged his shaft out of my barely moist pussy and pushed it back in, trying to draw tears out of me.
All the while I demanded he pull out and let me go already and each time Scourge ignored me, solely paying attention to the warm and tight hold massaging his manhood aswell as the sight of his stiff member dissapearing into my body.
And as he began to slide easier coupled with a burning sensation, I knew he had drawn blood. It was hard to breath.
"Scourge, you sick fuck, just leave me alone!" I gasped and yelped as Scourge took a faster pace now that he had begun to move easier. My body shook and rocked, which was quite painful with my kind of restraints, and thin streaks of blood ran down my thighs.
"Why? So you can try your infamous vanishing act and run home crying?" With our physical age difference, Scourge treated me like a brat. Didn't matter if his dick was buried in my body or not.
"No, I can't..." I panted. I could not go home, I still needed to complete my mission.
"Of course, you're not, you still have all those people to find! Like what's his name? Eh, whatever. What matters is I have this fun little video of him. Recorded just for you! Just hours upon hours of screaming." My eyes widened again as I realised what he was talking about.
"He even started crying for his mother at some point! Well, gurgling too, but that was near the end." Scourge watched in amusement as a look of horror appeared on my face.
Oh Chaos... My target, that young man of barely twenty-one, was tortured to death because of me.
What if they get their hands on the people in the other files?
"You're monsters! All of you!" I growled, tears blurring my vision as the pain hadn't subsided even once and now my heart felt like it had gotten ripped out of my chest aswell.
"That's not how you beg, Stripes. Don't you want all those other missing cases under our wing dead too, do you?" Scourge threatened me and I could only keep on growling.
"Screw you, Scourge." I simply retorted.
Scourge knew he had rendered me speechless.
All of a sudden he started speeding up, his hips snapping against my behind and creating these lewd noises.
"Stop... Stop... Stop..." I could only keep on repeating those words in a muttering tone, fearing the safety of those that had already suffered so much.
And then he came.
With gritted teeth and a vice-like hold on my hips he drove himself into my bloodied pussy one last time before cumming, earning a startled cry out of me as his salty seed made my internal injuries burn. It felt so shameful and disgusting to feel his thick load of semen fill my womb up, adding another layer of horror to my already traumatised mind.
Even as his tense body relaxed, he did not pull out with every intention to get every drop inside.
His gaze settled on my face again, as it had previously been glued to my gender, and he noticed the tears I couldn't keep from appearing.
"How did ya like your first taste of semen? As amazing as getting your cherry popped?" He asked and I could not bring myself to respond.
Scourge frowned at my silence and snapped his hips harshly against my gender in anger to hear me yelp in pain before he pulled out.
Though more blood and a bit of cum came dribbling out of my torn pussy, I breathed a careful sigh of relief, my eyes closing.
"Hey, I'm not done yet!" The green hedgehog growled in anger and gave a swift kicked to my face, causing my head to jerk backwards and tug harshly on the cuff chaining my neck to the floor. I had to gasp for air.
Apparently Scourge had gotten up and walked to my front when he saw my eyes closing, mistaking it for me falling asleep.
I'd nurse my wounds, but I was still not in any state to move.
Scourge wanted to continue my torment and went to his knees again, his limp dick still out in the open. It was coated in fluid and blood.
"Now I'm gonna use that pretty mouth of yours to clean myself up and don't ya dare take a bite. If I feel as much as your teeth grazing my cock, I won't hesitate to share you with the guard dogs." He threatened as he grabbed a handful of quills to pull my head back and stare at my expression, my left cheek already starting to swell up because of that kick.
That disgusting sick freak. Share me with the guard dogs? Why do I feel like he's not talking about the anthropomorphic ones?
I clenched my jaws tightly onto eachother, but as Scourge managed to wriggle a claw between my teeth, it didn't take much longer to open my mouth and push his filthy organ inside, forcing me to experience a wide range of tastes I never wanted to experience.
I hummed in complaint, but there was nothing I could do to stop him. I was exhausted and I didn't want to be turned into a literal bitch.
It was disgusting to feel the skin of his shaft on the roof of my mouth and between my lips and it felt even worse to have the tip of his half-hard member reach my throat. And as he sqeezed my nostrils closed, I couldn't breath either.
"Geez, it's a good thing this hole won't be your main attraction. You barely even got my hard again." Scourge nagged me in dissapointment when he finally let me breath the moment I attempted to claw at him. He let go of my nose and pulled his 'clean' masculine organ out of my mouth.
I sucked in large amounts of air to provide my near burning lungs with the oxygen they had been denied and coughed.
"Damn... Disgusting!" I panted and pulled a grimace on my face as the taste still lingered on my taste buds.
"I wonder how long it'll take you to get addicted to it. The others didn't resist for long." The hedgehog chuckled as he stood up to straighten out his clothes.
"I won't... get addicted." I retorted in between deep breaths, but he didn't take my determination seriously as he simply huffed in amusement.
"With how bland the food you'll get will taste, I'm willing to bet it won't take long." Scourge claimed as he walked out of sight, though not out of the room.
The sound of a shutter startled me shortly after and I had to try lift my head to look at the green hedgehog. I noticed the glint of a phone in his hand with its lens pointed at my ruined pussy.
Was he taking pictures of my gender?! As if my shame couldn't grow any worse.
"And there's the 'after' picture. Man, people are gonna wanna pay to see these pictures of your wrecked cunt. Tons of old geezers are gonna be jerking off to the sight of your teen pussy tonight." Scourge stated in utter victory. The 'before' picture must've been taken while I was still out cold.
"You... You get more... disgusting... by the minute." I panted once more growling in anger once I snapped out of my shock.
"I'm done with you for today." The object of my hatred spoke as he stood up and produced a syringe from a pocket of his jacket.
He was going to knock me out again.
"I'll come by tomorrow to continue your training. For now, just sleep." In an instant I felt the sting of the syringe piercing my skin and felt the same haze from yesterday well up in my mind.
Chaos, was he really going to put me through this all over again tomorrow?
I wanted to break free and escape, but my exhaustion helped the sedative work even faster. My body grew heavy again and before I knew it I had passed out again.

The next day I woke up alone in the room again. And though I did not manage to break free, the guards outside did get me some more information.
First of all, Scourge had regained his throne in Moebius and, unlike before, he had actual followers this time around as his castle had been empty last time I was here. Now he had guards, connections, anything to establish his rule. As was tradition with these Moebians, the most loathsome person was in charge.
Now that I knew that green hedgehog was back in charge, I figured that I must be kept in the castle dungeon right now. I wondered who else was kept here. I know Scourge stated he'd pay special attention to me, but was I really the only one here?
And if there was anyone else, did they go through the same as me?
A feeling of distress had run through me as I thought back to what had been done to me.
I didn't get to ponder that horrific crime for long as Scourge entered the room with his smug smirk already present.
Just like yesterday he was just as despicable and unkind in his gestures as the day before, though there was no penetration today. Apparently it was so I could heal up for next time.
Didn't stop Scourge from finding something else to play with.
"Come on. Moan for me like a good little slave." The hedgehog growled in a dominating manner as he kneeled behind me, working his fingers on my vagina.
I was biting down on my lower lip as pleasurable jolts were forced through me as he fingered my entrance with one hand while the other played with my clit. He was trying to get me to orgasm, trying to see how easy it was to moisten me up this time. The easier it is, the more popular I'll become. And if the slickness of his fingers were any indication, my youthful body wasn't so hard to persuade this time around.
"Screw you, Scourge! You may have taken my innocence, but I won't give in!" I snarled, trying my best to keep my body under control.
"You say that and yet you've soaked my hands with how wet you are. And don't get me started on how much your trembling." His fingers, three of them to get me accustomed to being stretched, kept on moving in and out of me, claws brushing dangerously against injuries that had nearly finished healing.
"It's a normal bodily reaction to being penetrated. It's out of my control." It was becoming difficult to speak as the rubbing on my sensitive nub grew harder and faster, causing my toes to curl and my fists to clench.
I had to stay in control. I had to.
With my body still in the same position as yesterday, believing I could handle the strain, my butt was jutted out backwards, giving my trainer more than enough space and mobility to work with. And he used it to its full advantage.
Apparently each slave-in-training was put in a position that would be reminiscent of their future purpose. Mine was chosen because it reminded Scourge of 'a bitch in heat'.
"Ah!?" A startled moan managed to leave as I was driven closer and closer, causing Scourge to smirk in victory .
"Aw yeah, you're getting there! I wonder how loud I can make you scream when you finally cum. It'll be your first, right? I think I'll make you a screamer. Or a weeper! That's even more pathetic! And I know some people who'd pay tons to have a slave that cries with each orgasm. Makes them feel real powerful!" Scourge was making decisions like I wasn't capable of listening, something that he's done before when I woke up as he mused weither he should keep me in this pose or change it up a little. I have a feeling he'll be doing that a lot.
"I'm not going to be anyone's slave!" I shouted, determined to follow it through. Of course, Scourge only saw hilarity in my will.
"Well, sure, you're not gonna be a regular slave. That ultimate bod's gonna be used for something real special." Scourge replied, twisting my words around, as his fingers kept on rubbing my clitoris fiercely, forcing me to enjoy it and actually made my body buck.
It was giving in.
"What... What do you mean?" I had to focus on his statement and not be swayed by the pleasure coursing through me.
It wasn't real. I knew I was better than this.
"That's a surprise." He simply replied with a smirk and continued his onslaught on my body.
"Damnit, no!" I shouted in anger when my orgasm broke through, rippling throughout my body and giving Scourge another victory.
"Yeah, that's it! Cum for your master!" My trainer encouraged me as he still continued to pleasure me against my will, enjoying the way my body convulsed and clamped down on his fingers while more of my juices escaped.
He only stopped when he noticed that my orgasm had faded away and the afterglow set in.
I panted as I stared at the floor.
Losing my virginity had felt horrible, having my rapist cum in me was shameful, but this time my own body had betrayed me. I knew that it was purely a bodily reaction, but I still couldn't help but feel betrayed.
A gasp left me when Scourge pulled his fingers out to place kisses on my back, crotch soon grinding on my soaking wet one.
"No, don't! You've done more then enough already. Leave me be." I didn't want to be taken again. Right now all I wanted was to be left alone.
"Leave you be? Stripes, you better get used to company. When I'm done with you, you won't be left alone for a long, long time to come." I gasped once more as the grinding continued for a little while longer before the sound of a zipper unzipping reached my ears, causing them to fold back.
Scourge had promised no penetration today. Didn't take long for him to break that promise.
And I could not fight back.

I'm blindfolded as my body is suspended in the air, my wrists cuffed up above with a chain to the ceiling aswell as my knees, the two latter limbs close to my chest. My legs were spread, my pusy fully exposed to be used and abused.
I wasn't alone in here, but I'm certain I'm not with Scourge either. Now, three months after relentless training with Scourge, I was shared with complete strangers.
I've been suspended here for hours now and I've already received several men inside, my pussy sensitive, sore, soaked in cum... And still they kept on coming.
"Shit, we've been fucking you for hours now... How the crap can you still be so tight?" The man violating me this time spoke up as he pounded my well-used pussy, rough hands squeezing my butt.
"Because... Because I'm the Ultimate Lifeform... Asshole..." I retorted, trying to growl and not let my exhaustion, my shame, the remnants of my heart and soul breaking be too evident.
"I'd love to use your little pucker, but sadly that's of limits." My 'lover' responded, twisting my words around, as he reached for the vibrator pushed inside my other orifice to move it a little, earning a grimace out of me.
I had heard Scourge only one time today. That was when I woke up in this position and felt the thing stuffed up in there with the sole purpose of making it clear that that place was not up for use. My vagina, and my vagina only, was supposed to be abused today. That was the body part that would earn my future owner the most money after all.
With a long dragged out groan the man came, pulling out to ejaculate all over my crotch, fifth or sixth to do so today.
I swallowed down the lump in my throat as my fur felt warm and sticky again, earlier shots of cum still in the process of drying and forming crusts in my fur.
I tried not to show it, I tried so hard to stay strong, to keep that iron-clad will I'm supposed to have, but my blindfold, though black in colour, became visibly soaked through.
I don't understand what's happening to me. Am I giving up? Am I breaking?
I have barely even noticed the next guy walking in until a pair of slender hands settled on my lower back and a new erection was shoved inside.
"Ah!" A yelp left me as the tip harshly hit my cervix. As if my body despised me aswell, the rough penetration caused me to orgasm, something that I've done more than once today, though I disdained every second that ticked by. It caused me to choke up.
Chaos, I really am breaking.
"Ah, fuck yeah! How generous king Scourge is to let us test you before you're brought to the auction." Surprisingly, it's a woman's voice that spoke up.
What is she? Is she an hermaphrodite? Is she something like me, but a female version?
"They won't get me... I'll..."
"You'll escape?" The woman finished my sentence before cruel laughter broke out in the room.
"I wonder how many men and women spoke those very words before you were recruited. I bet they are all moaning and groaning in empty pleasure now that they've succumbed. No one in this building, not me, not the men who've already taken you, nor the men who are waiting their turn outside, has doubts about you giving in aswell." The woman continued to speak as she continued her assault on my pussy, speeding up as she saw me grimacing and figured that the constant usage was unbearable.
And yet, there were still more to come.
And I don't have the energy to fight.

At the end of that day, around 1 am when this was supposed to end at precisely midnight, my restraints were undone and I fell unceremoniously to the filthy floor, completely immobile.
The blindfold was removed and I noticed it was the selfproclaimed king himself who stood there staring down at me, the smuggest smirk he could muster visible on his face.
I want to rip it off. Really, literally, rip it off.
And yet, without resistance I let a hired doctor turn me over and check me out, take some samples, see if the goods were still worthy of selling.
As my Black Arms fused DNA had accelerated my healing, I had always recovered and therefore I had stayed desireable, no matter how filled with seed I was.
I had passed the 'test' set up specifically for me.
That was when Scourge officially deemed me broken and I was quickly sold to some auction on Moebius, where the word 'Breeder' was burned into the flesh of my right outer thigh with seering hot iron before I was put in this small cage that barely provided enough room to even stand up in.
I wasn't the only one here. There were many other women, men, hermaphrodites and the like put in a cage similar to mine. Different word branded into their skin.
'Bitch', 'Fucktoy', 'Uke Slut', 'Cumpdump' all sorts of vulgar words were branded onto their very bodies, never to be erased.
But my cage had something only few of them had. A plastic plaque. I crawled forward to it and reached for it in order to take a closer look.
What did it read?
'Special Edition:
Pregnant Ultimate Lifeform'

My heart skipped a beat upon reading those words, a hand coming to rest on my abdomen.
"Oh no, you're not just gonna be a regular slave. That Ultimate bod's gonna be used for something real special."
So that's what Scourge had meant. That was what my brand meant. My body, bioengineerd to be perfect, was going to be used for breeding.
I could only look down at my belly and caress the life that was quite likely growing inside. I could only wonder exactly what kind of life it would lead and exactly how long it would take until we were seperated.

I never got an anwer to that question.
Through the months I was taken out of that small cage to be presented at auctions.
Of course, I tried to resist and escape as soon as I was taken out of that cage, but it had ended with a punch to my abdomen that send a harrowing feeling surging through me. The thought of them willing to hurt an unborn child was enough to make me stop, though I was the only one who knew that my baby was protected by the very essence that gave me life, Chaos energy.
Each time I was taken to a sorry looking stage with a pricetag hung from a collar with a second price written with marker on my growing belly. A secondary price, a price for my child.
A pregnant belly meant one thing to potential buyers; I had been screwed far too many times and that was a real turn off for a lot of people.
Nobody wanted a slave that quite possibly had the pussy as wide as a mine shaft, ignorant of my exceptional healing, so they always opted to bid on the unborn settled cozily in my womb.
It scared me just how many people here on Moebius wanted my baby, an innocent life that hadn't even taken its first breath, and the thoughts of what might happen to it frightened me to death.
Despites the way it was conceived, despites there being no possible way of knowing who the father of my baby was as I had never been allowed to see their faces the day of conception, I had grown attached to it. The longer it nestled in my womb, the more it grew, the more it developed and started moving, I grew to care for it and I did not want us to seperate.
But the question I asked myself about the quality of its life and if I would even have the chance to hold it after I had pushed it out of my body, never received an answer.
I was in my sixth month and every day the day of my baby's birth drew nearer and that frightened me. The highest bidder had a say in when mother and child would be seperated and usually the most popular choices were after nursing or right after birth. It doesn't matter when, it scares me and I hope my powers return once I've given birth.
Then, if they don't sedate me again, I'll finally be able to escape.
But for now, sleep. I had to conserve my strength, or what little remained of it, for both of us.
It was in the middle of the night. By now I had dozed off after another day of being beaten for being 'disobedient', which in their eyes was simply looking up to them. But I suppose it was a nice change from 'inviting' dick after dick in my pussy.
I was filthy from the lack of hygiene, they really only bothered to really wash me whenever another auction was soon to come, I was hurt, I was starving, but all I really appreciated right now was sleep.
I vaguely remember being roused from my slumber, though my depression combined with my pregnancy and the poor living conditions didn't allow me to have much energy, by someone. That someone had a comforting aura, something that I've missed so dearly.
I heard the door to my cage open before she held me against her chest, which had quite a large bust and tipped me off on her gender, my head resting on her shoulder. I could feel her hand rubbing my now six month old belly in a comforting manner showing me that she meant no harm towards me or my child, whispering reassuring words into my ears, though they barely even registered in my tired, broken mind.
"Come on, Rouge, we gotta le-" A man's voice whispered as he felt his anxiety rising, wanting to be out of here already.
He cut his own sentence off when he laid his eyes on me.
"I... I've heard the rumors circulating the city, but... Faker's really pregnant?" Ah Chaos, only one person calls me by that ridiculous nickname. It sounds like music to my ears.
"Rouge? Sonic?" I had to wheeze their names as the strain of the rope that had been tied around my throat for at least half an hour, just shy of completely cutting my air off and killing my fetus, as punishment had taken its toll.
"Yes, hun, it's us. I'm so sorry it took us so long to find you." Rouge had never been an emotional person before, but I could still see the tears growing in her eyes when mine opened to meet her teal ones.
They didn't stay open for long as I grew limp in her embrace again, too tired to stay awake. They were here. My friends were here. I was safe now.
"He looks terrible, what have they been doing to him?" Sonic wondered out loud, not wanting to imagine all of the atrocities done to me.
"Doesn't matter, we have to leave." Rouge, as a G.U.N spy, had seen this before, though not quite at this scale. Sonic, however, had never seen something this disgusting before.
He wholeheartedly agreed. Though he wanted to help these people aswell, his first priority right now was me.
And that's when I was finally free.

I don't know what must've happened right after I had been found, but I woke up in a hospital. I must've immediatly been brought here as soon as we returned to Mobius.
I was hooked up to an IV, heart monitor, anything you could think of really. The doctor had come by after I had woke up and informed me that I was suffering from serious dehydration, malnourishment and pretty much any other ailment you could get when you spend six months in near complete darkness except for that hour or two spend standing on that stage and listen to people bidding on my child like a peace of meat.
But those ailments would be taken care off while I stayed in the hospital for a little while longer. The doctors made sure to check up on my child aswell and gave me my very first ultra sound, though I refused to know the gender just yet.
And while I was stuck there, my friends came to check up on me once a while, though I liked to have my peace and quiet. I liked, and prefered, to spend my time with my unborn.
It wasn't that I didn't trust them. After all, I was no longer on Moebius. But I felt like the atrocious crimes done to me were written all over my body. It felt embarrassing to show my face to anyone.
Fortunatly, they noticed my want for space and left me alone for most of the time. Except for Sonic and Rouge. Those two were too stubborn to leave me by myself, determined to make sure I felt safe again.
I suppose it was weird to lie in that bed, clothed, fed, kindness all around and people who cared about me and my child, though it was without a doubt a Moebian's. I hadn't noticed just how kind these people could be.
If anything, it reassured my child's future and reminded me exactly why I protected them.
It was a nice re-introduction to Mobius.
And then I returned home.
As Rouge was busy with work, though Commander Tower was lenient towards her now that I was home, I was left alone a lot.
I believed I could handle it. I was back on Mobius, in the comfort of my own home, food and warmth and the assurance of protection for both me and my child. I believed things were going my way again, I was even making plans to turn the guest bedroom into a baby room.
So why was it still so hard to get out of bed in the morning? Why did I feel like I had to look over my shoulder all the time? Why could I not sleep without the fear of waking up in that cage again?
Was it because Scourge's voice echoed so clearly in my mind? Was it because the touches of those faceless people felt like they were burned onto my skin? Was it because my brand reminded me of the nightmare I had lived through, and nearly lived through, whenever I went as much as to the bathroom?
I wanted to be happy, but it seemed impossible.
Scourge, those people, they took everything away from me.
My virginity, my dignity, my self-esteem, everything all the way to the pleasant dreams I was finally getting.
And I had been unable to stop any of it.
This much power and I couldn't even protect myself.
As month seven and month eight passed, it only became clearer to me just how much I depended on others.
When I tried to work on the baby room, Knuckles and Tails were the ones to put the crib together. Amy and Cream sought out the toys and Sonic carried furniture up the stairs along with Knuckles again aswell. All I did was pick colours and curtains and what would be placed where and I didn't even do that alone as Rouge made all sort of suggestions. Even the Chaotix and miss Vanilla had a part aswell. The latter reassured me that she was open to teach me all she knew about childcare while the three Stooges of the detective world promised me safety.
I felt worthless, dependent, ravaged. I loathed myself.
After the baby room was finished, I gave them my thanks and locked myself up in my room. Not the most healthy decision, but, somehow, I could not help myself. I couldn't face them knowing what I had become, I could barely even face myself in the mirror.
It worried Rouge greatly, but she decided, reluctantly, to give me my space, believing that I would feel better with time.
The rest of my pregnancy should've been happy, but instead it was filled with nightmares, isolation and guilt for being so dependent on them.
And then my water broke.
At the time I was curled up in bed, this time because of the pain that had been running through my system all day already, listening to Sonic enthousiasticly rambling about this new invention Tails had come up with right outside of my door. My startled gasp at wetting my own bed had urged him to enter my room. I felt ashamed at first, believing that I might've degraded myself even further, but at least he figured that I was going into labour.
I hated to ask more of him already, but Sonic insisted that I let him carry me. With my contractions plaguing me, I didn't argue with him.
As we arrived, I was quickly taken under a doctor's wing and given a room. Sonic decided to stay by my side for support while we waited for Rouge to come aswell, trying to keep the mood light as he noticed that I wasn't happy to finally have my baby.
It wasn't just because of my fear of losing it, but also because I felt guilty, like I needed to apologise as soon as it was born.
A mother was supposed to be a symbol of purity and love, a nurturing figure. The body that nurtured my baby was filthy and used. It felt like I had been insulting it since its conception.
To make matters worse, complications arose when the baby refused to move into the right position. I had the urge to push, I was fully dilated, but still it would not move.
Sonic joked, stating that the baby didn't want to leave just yet, but the doctor wasn't in the mood for jokes and laughs.
According to him, I was in need of a c-section, insisting that I go under full sedation.
That terrified me. I didn't want to sleep as I feared I'd wake up without it, like one of those bidders, or maybe even Scourge himself, would be here on Mobius to take it away from me.
But as I was brought to the OR and got that oxygen mask put over my face to put me to sleep, that blue hedgehog had entered the room aswell, dressed in the same clothes as the doctors. Somehow, he had been able to convince them to let him in.
He promised me that, while I was out, he'd be there to guard over my infant and make sure it was still there while I slept.
My fears were soothed and so I drifted off.
When I woke up a few hours later and heard a baby crying, my heart immediatly fluttered.
It was an odd, light feeling in my heavy chest, but it gave me the strength to sit up and look for it.
But burning pain ran through me when I sat up a bit too quick and it wasn't just because of the stitches on my lower abdomen. It came from my right thigh.
As I lifted the covers and my hospital gown, I noticed a bandage covering my thigh, right where my brand was supposed to be. As I peeled back the medical tape, I noticed a long row of stitches.
I can hardly believe it. I don't know weither it was on Sonic's request or if the surgeon took the initiative, but my brand had been removed. That's why I had to undergo a full sedation. So the ugly scar from that hot iron could be removed and still let it be a surprise when I had recovered.
The scar of the stitches might stay, but I didn't care. So long as I didn't have to stare at the word 'Breeder' for the rest of my life, I was content.
"You're awake." I diverted my attention to the other presence in the room for the first time. It was Rouge and she was holding something wrapped warmly in a blanket.
"When Sonic called me I came as soon as I could. You were already in surgery when I arrived, but I'm happy I was still one of the first people to see this little cutie. Big Blue himself is out getting himself some lunch in the cafeteria now that you were back in your room and I was here." Rouge wore a genuinely happy expression as she whispered, but I could hardly pay attention as my gaze was glued to the bundle she held.
When she noticed, Rouge could hardly keep herself from laughing a bit uneasily.
"I'm so sorry, hun. I keep blabbering on when you are dying to hold your baby." She apologised and approached the bed to hand the whimpering bundle over to me.
"I think our little cutie is hungry." She stated as she took a seat on the edge of the bed, but I was no longer listening.
It was a little boy. He was healthy, he was perfect and he was mine.
I could hardly believe I had given birth to him. My defiled, used body had grown and nurtured something as beautiful as this. If I was capable of this, it couldn't be all that filthy, right?
It didn't matter who his father was, he looked exactly like me. Black fur, quills upwards, tan muzzle, dark ocean blue eyes.
He was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on.
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