CHAPTER 2 Scourge waited a few hours deliberately, to give Sonic time to stew. The worse of a mood Blue was in meant the better the chance Scourge would break through that tough exterior. Besides, he'd read about how kingdoms worked in the jail library, knowing things were different in Sonic's world. He needed to keep a heavy hand on royal matters until the people became resigned to his rule. After gathering a few things, he entered his bedroom (formerly King Acorn's) and looked at the form spread out on his bed and chuckled. He had to admit, Sonic had a nice ass. He couldn't wait to make it quiver in pain or fear, whichever came first. Sonic kept on bringing up Scourge's time in lockup, something that had been living hell for him. So he was going to share a bit of what happened to him there, to 'ease' that curiosity. And those beautiful, long and sharp blue spines would only get in the way if they stayed the length they were. Scourge's real plan started as the loud razor he held buzzed to life, and he approached the bed with glee. He was going to trim Sonic's spines manageably shorter, a humiliating process for any hedgehog. Sonic was trying to play it tough but when Scourge saw that short blue tail duck downwards, that little detail betrayed him. Sonic heard the buzzing, he wiggled every way he could against the bed to see if he could somehow escape the chains that bound his wrists, but like the hundredth time he’s tried already, he made no progress. "My Coup d'état won, learned all about how it's done in th' Zone jail library. That means I'm this land's new king. And I find ya guilty of high treason, which means-" Scourge approached Sonic from behind, climbing over him to sit on his legs and pin him to the bed. "-By old-fashioned law, I can do whatever I want to ya.” Scourge grinned, grabbed one of the pointed ears in front of him, and began swiping the razor over the tops of Sonic's spines. Each time the sharp blades passed by, they removed portions of the six large clumps that grew from the back of his head. And each time Sonic tried to move, Scourge enjoyed a vicious, satisfying yank of the ear in his grip. The spines were made of dead material, but ears weren’t! Needless to say, a few good yelps were driven out of the blue hero who was frantic about having his quills cut off. “Stop!” He’d bark orders only to fall on deaf ears, and to have his own yanked so much that he had no choice but to settle down, grit his teeth and bear it. When Scourge finished, he'd cut the spikes back as short as his had been, making Sonic's head look rather juvenile, each only about a hand's length long. Scourge released the ear in his hand and moved off Sonic, laughing at him as he gathered the sharp points off the bed and into the trash. Sonic’s spines were struggling to erect but did nothing to protect him at all. It was pretty pathetic. They were blunted and stubby and left him feeling embarrassed and vulnerable. He absolutely hated it and was shaking with fury. Scourge removed Sonic's footwear next, the last thing that he felt identified Sonic as the blue blur, leaving the hedgehog barefoot. He was having too much fun with him, and had decided a while ago to be coldly unresponsive to any protests until he'd finished preparing him. Reaching from the floor, Scourge retrieved two other items he'd brought, laying them at the foot of the bed; a long metal bar and a thin, flexible cane. He was going to start breaking in his new slave with a nice punishment session. Scourge grabbed a blue ankle and wrapped a strap at the end of the metal bar around it. Of course he knew it'd be hard to catch the other one once Sonic realized he was being restrained. But the beauty of the inhibitor collar meant the other ankle was much easier to catch. Soon his legs were spread wide by the metal spreader between them. And Scourge retrieved the thin cane. "Welcome to yer sentence, babe! You're my new personal slave." “I’m not your personal anything!” Sonic snarled, his spirit definitely alive and fighting, even if his body couldn’t. Despite the stubborn words and defiant tone, Scourge chuckled. ”Really babe? Cuz' ya look the part!" A soft whistle was all the warning Sonic got before the long cane was whipped down across his thighs, leaving a swelling welt. A shocked gasp was elicited out of his new slave, Sonic’s muscles tensing throughout his tight frame. The bitter burn was enough to make Sonic hiss between his teeth but he did what he could to quench any cry Scourge might have found satisfying. He knew what was coming now. A humiliating whipping and he could only tense in anticipation as if that could lesson the impact. Scourge laid down the cane hard across Sonic's thighs, calves and rear, over and over, the rattan whistling through the air, leaving the flesh swollen and tender. Between each stroke, Scourge decided to start adding a few comments to sink the punishment in deeper. "Shame ya never accepted Rose's love!" Whhipp! "She still had faith in ya when you fled an' I locked her up!" Whhipp! "What did she say? Oh yeah!" Whhipp! "She told me how she knew you were gonna stop me!” Scourge laughed at that last remark, and brought down the cane across the soft arches of Sonic's feet, over and over, fast. He didn't stop until the bottoms of his feet were swollen and red. "Some save! Look at ya! Weak. You can't save anyone! Ya can't even save yerself." He ended that last sentence mocking him with a final swipe of the cane across Sonic's toes. While Sonic did a good job staying quiet initially, he had him screaming by the end of it. He didn’t want Scourge to hear him scream but those burning welts just became more intense the more he hit him. Sonic had a pretty high tolerance for pain but there was only so much one could take! Sonic was trembling now, his lower half was aching from the blows, having lost count by the end of it. Scourge’s brutal words were like rubbing salt in the wounds, but he did his best to ignore them. One final cry fell from his lips though when he smacked his toes, making them curl in agony as he pulled helplessly against his restraints. “Enough!” Sonic’s voice cracked under the pressure, desperate to have him stop already. And there it was. A desperate plea. Sonic had begged him to stop. And Scourge felt a surge of success. He'd won the first step in breaking his hated twin. "Oh, I'm not done yet, Pet." Scourge said as he climbed behind Sonic and lifted his rear, putting him on his knees. "By the way, that's yer new slave name." He said proudly. He'd tell his men to spread the word on that, to further strip Sonic's identity. Scourge pulled off his clothes as he talked, crawling forward, between his new pet's legs, and lifted his blue tail to expose the tight puckered butthole beneath. He was pretty sure Sonic was a virgin. A pity for him, Scourge wasn't. All the while, Sonic was left mauling over the word ‘Pet’ and where this was leading up to. He hated the way that sounded coming out of Scourge’s mouth, but said nothing, as he was still trying to recuperate from the beating he just sustained. He felt his lower half being lifted and his face heated up in awkward tension as his backside was positioned in the air. Sonic’s tail had not moved from the position between his legs until Scourge grabbed it and forced it aside. Sonic jerked to try and lower his ass as he felt the air hit his exposed little hole which flexed in tension. This was so degrading! “L-Let me go!” Despite his whipping, he wasn’t above making demands still, panicked as they were. He’d rather suffer another beating than where this was going now. Surely Scourge wouldn’t go THAT far…! Scourge felt Sonic try to pull away and gave his swollen ass a squeeze. "You're a bed slave. Live with it." He said coldly in return as he traced the hole with his finger before pushing it inside the resisting hedgehog. The new King grinned as he flexed it inside him, rubbing around and feeling in search of Sonic's prostate as he pushed the finger in and out. Once he found it, the fun would begin. “Ugnn..” Sonic grunted, eyes clenching shut and his body twisting left and right. “S-Scourge!” His voice’s pitch went up, his sphincter tightening. Those ring of muscles flexed and squeezed as he fingered him, making him feel totally humiliated. He didn’t know what to say or think. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him! Scourge frowned. It wasn't as easy to find Sonic's prostrate as he thought, with him trying to squirm so. But the way he said his name in response, well, that was just too cute. And the king was getting quite horny since he started the torture of his enemy, already beginning to get hard. "Fuck this." Scourge said, removing the finger from Sonic's tight hole. Then grinned. Perhaps he simply wasn't going deep enough. Not that he cared if blue got any pleasure from what came next. Scourge gripped the tail in front of him, lined his dick up with it and against the pucker and chuckled. Sonic was very tight, so this would have to be a very quick, hard first thrust if he wanted inside. At this point, Sonic’s heart was racing; he was growing pale as he realized Scourge was going to rape him and there was nothing he could do about it. Scourge gathered his strength in his powerful hips, gave the tail a twisting yank as a distraction, then thrust his dick inside with everything he had. It was an indescribable feeling that shook Sonic to the core. Sonic’s shortened quills flexed in alarm at the sudden intrusion by Scourge’s fat cock. That little hole was forced to stretch wide as he felt stuffed by this thick shaft throbbing inside him, feeling even bigger than he probably looked. The very texture of it was enough to make him cry out, let alone the pain that followed being stretched in a way he had never felt before. Some tissue tore as a result and Sonic felt like there was a bit of a bulge pushing up against him from the inside, an outline of that intimidating dick staking its claim over his body as if he had every right to it. Sonic yelped in a way no one had ever heard before, sure to feel Scourge with a sense of pride. Sonic’s hands balled into fists as his warm passage constricted around the shaft inside him that was quick to keep moving. He could feel his balls against his ass and he whimpered pathetically at being taken in such a degrading fashion. His ears lowered down as he became a mere toy for Scourge’s cock to play with. "D-damn, babe...!" Scourge muttered as Sonic contracted around him. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. He was feeling a bit stuck and beginning to regret his decision to avoid lube, when he saw a trickle of red begin forming around Sonic's entrance. That made things so much easier. "You got a beautiful voice now, babe. But it'll be easier if ya try relaxing things down here." He taunted "Now let's hear you sing some more!" Scourge grit his teeth a bit as he pulled back from his stubborn hole and slammed back in to emphasize how hard he was going to have to push if Sonic kept clenching up. Sonic’s body didn’t seem to want to cooperate though, at least not at first. The more Scourge thrusted, the more he began to loosen up, however. Considering this was his first time, it was no wonder he was so tight. But he’d have him broken in in no time. The feeling of Scourge’s cock using him like this disgusted him but to his own horror, part of him was getting stimulated. Perhaps the blue blur was a bit of a masochist because the adrenaline rush he was given during all of this was making his body feel tingly and warm. Particularly between his legs. He always was being used to serve the public in one way or another, now he had to serve the King, and his body adapted quickly. A guttural grunt was forced out of Sonic with every thrust. Sonic tried to regain his composure but couldn’t get over this high he was feeling. His ears lowered in submission, feeling lost as to what to do, and just hoping Scourge would make this quick! The blood smeared around his cock, lubricating things as he found his rhythm and truly began to enjoy himself. The silence in the room was broken by wet slaps as Scourge pounded his new slave mercilessly, and by each grunt that followed his abuse. Hot and throbbing, Sonic's hole gave him a thrill he'd never felt before, making him promise to himself he'd have to make this a regular habit. A few times he thought he'd hit the right spot inside his pet, and tried to aim most of his thrusts in that direction. Finally Scourge came, filling Sonic's insides with his hot, sticky fluids. "Aaaahh, yeah!!!" The sound and smell of sex was prominent in the air. The noises that came from Sonic were noises even he had never heard himself make. And it seemed Scourge did manage to find that special spot inside him from time to time. He’d tighten up again or cry out particularly loud as his only clues. Sonic’s own body felt like it was betraying him as he found himself getting a little stiff from the abuse, but far from a hard-on. He had never felt so helpless. Once a proud hero, now reduced to this… Sonic didn’t know how to react after he felt Scourge gushing inside him. He could have swore his tummy bloated a little to make room for his seed. He whimpered again as a result, his chest rising and falling heavily. His heart was pounding! He trembled on Scourge’s dick, feeling sore and full of Scourge in a way he never thought he’d experience. He hated it. Feeling frustrated inside, he couldn’t help but growl at him even now, even if he did sound a tad defeated. “I hate you.” Scourge pulled out, feeling very, very satisfied at his progress during his first session with his new pet. He'd certainly gotten everything he'd wanted out of it, he thought as he watched Sonic tremble from the after-effect of what could only be called rape. Scourge shrugged. "I can live with that." He leaned forward, unlocking one wrist and used his greater strength to twist it behind Sonic's back before unlocking the other. He dragged him towards the edge of the bed and onto the floor before releasing him onto his hand and knees. "On yer thrashed feet or on yer knees crawling, I don't care how you get there." Scourge said, knowing that between his ass and the state of his feet, walking would be quite painful for Sonic right now. And it wasn't as if he could get past the guards by his door. Scourge opened the walk-in closet, revealing a four by four foot steel-barred cage with a metal bottom. Scourge must have been feeling generous when he'd had it made, as there was room to move inside. He opened the door, gesturing for Sonic to crawl inside. Sonic tried to remain strong and at least act somewhat composed but he felt he was failing miserably. He seriously needed some alone time and at least that’s what he was about to get. Though getting there didn’t do much for his ego. Now on his hands and knees, he felt even more sore now. Standing was out of the question. His asshole ached and he could feel Scourge’s fluids oozing out down his thighs. He wanted nothing more than to take a nice long, cold shower! Unfortunately, it didn’t seem as though Scourge was going to be that generous. Crawling into the cage, his tail wedged once more between his legs as if to hide the evidence of his humiliation, he tried not to look at Scourge while coping with everything that just happened. Scourge couldn't stop grinning at how willingly Sonic entered his new bed, and what would be his home when Scourge didn't want him. He decided to reward that by tossing a tattered blanket in after him. Then he shut the door with a clang, and closed the heavy lock. The cage was just tall enough to stand in, if Sonic could at that time. A square hole in the side was big enough to pass small objects through, including food dishes and the lidded bucket sitting in the corner that obviously served as a toilet. A metal ring hung from a loop in the centre of the top, hinting at an intention to hang things from it. A small, short, round and sharp spike sat at each point where the metal bars crossed, to keep its inhabitant from pushing against the insides. Scourge considered it quite a work of art, and was proud of his design. Leaving Sonic to himself in near-darkness, he shut the closet door and went off to clean himself.