CHAPTER 3






It was awful, just awful! Sonic wanted to scream but found himself falling silent. He struggled to regain some composure but all he felt was sore and icky. He curled up the best he could in that relentless steel cage, hoping Scourge wouldn’t come again for him for a long time. Maybe by then he could reignite the defiant flame again and show him that despite what happened, he wasn’t broken. He would never let Scourge break him! 

But for now, he could also wallow in some self pity. Talk about a rough day...

Scourge’s day was going quite well, however. The new King went about his evening pleased and unusually happy.  Taking care of a kingdom could be rather dull, and having a pet slave would make things more interesting.  And as soon as Sonic was properly broken, he'd parade him in front of the kingdom to show how useless it was to fight back.

   He'd gone back to the old way of using regional lords to keep an eye on his subjects.  Despite past arguments, he'd won over his Supression Squad by giving each of them a 'province' to govern under his rule, and the destructix were happy to become his generals, controlling various parts of his army.  Flying frog had even asked to be his personal assassin.  He'd bought their loyalties well.  And Fiona?  She'd gotten to be his queen and was out with flying on a tour, helping pass on Scourge's doctrines to the people.  They'd agreed she had better 'people skills' than he did.

   Before going to bed he ordered a pet dish of scraps from the kitchen, and filled a second with water.  He left them just within reach of the square slot, and went to bed content. Sonic didn’t react much to this delivery. He was miserable and didn’t have much of an appetite as a result, but at the same time, had ate very little, so he ended up nibbling a little by the time he fell asleep.

It was just a big adjustment for everyone. Especially the blue hero who was still in denial that any of this would continue much longer. Before this, Mobius, for a little while, had come to a time of peace, with the Acorn family in rule and Robotnic in hiding… Then all of a sudden, Scourge shows up and turns everything upside down. Scourge did have leadership qualities however; just… not a whole lot of people wanted to see things his way. Especially not Sonic. However, now that Scourge had just disbanded the biggest and more crucial threat to his reign out there, it was very unlikely that Scourge was going to get dethroned anytime soon. 

It felt like forever for Sonic being in that closet but it was still better than facing reality again. Namely, Scourge again. Normally he healed up pretty quickly thanks to the exposure of so much Chaos energy, but it seemed the suppressor collar wasn’t allowing him to make a quick and easy comeback. His body was still sore and achy by the time morning came.

And once morning came, a servant in a leather collar entered the closet, taking the (mostly) uneaten bowl of scraps and replacing it with a bowl of some kind of porridge mush and another bowl of water.  Just as silently, he removed the waste bucket and swapped it with another.  Then the servant/slave left, leaving Sonic in the dark again, and following his orders not to talk to the prisoner.  It was better to follow orders than to disobey, he'd discovered.

   A few hours passed before Scourge appeared again.  He opened the door and turned on the lights, a chain leash in his hand.  He opened the cage and gave a sharp, cold order; "Out.  We got things t'do."

Sonic was so mentally and physically exhausted, he slept pretty well that night, but he was in for a rough morning it seemed. The bright light hurt his eyes as he woke up, considering he had been left in the dark for … who knows how long. He couldn’t really keep time in the closet very well.

Sitting upright, still sore but not nearly as bad, he was at least able to get to his feet. He did not step out of the cage though. He glared at him, feeling that defiance revive as he stared at the chain leash in Scourge’s hand. There was only one message he wanted Scourge to absolutely understand. To know that despite what happened, he still would not accept it. “I’m not your pet. I’d rather stay in this cage than go somewhere with you.”

The King found that amusing as hell, however, and laughed for a moment, before catching his breath. "Nah, I figured ya would!" He flicked a switch on the wall, watching Sonic's stubborn pose with an evil anticipation.

   As soon as the switch was flipped, a short burst of electricity flowed through the cage, shocking Sonic.  Then another surge hit him; as the power was set to shock the inhabitant painfully in five-second intervals. "Your choice, pet!" He said and laughed again. Sonic of course didn’t realize his cage was also a torture chamber! He jumped, looking comically startled from the first shock. Sonic even yelped in surprise. Looking confused, the blue hedgehog felt it again, causing him to stumble. Yikes! It certainly hurt, and it got him to bolt alright. Just because Scourge got him to leave his cage, didn’t mean he was going to act nice, however. 

Sonic tried pushing right passed him so he could run for the door, as if it would make a bit of difference. He just didn’t want to go tamely!

Scourge took the time to switch the cage off before using his speed to tackle Sonic and slam his face into the carpet.  There were two metallic clicks as his hands were handcuffed behind his back, and a third as the leash was clipped into his collar. Scourge hauled him to his feet and pressed an object with two points, a taser, between his shoulders.  He leaned forward to speak in his pet's ear. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way.  Though I'm hoping you'll keep fighting me, really." He gave Sonic a bit of a shock to show what he meant, then moved in front to lead him with a dark grin to await his response.

Sonic felt like he got hit by a truck. He groaned after eating the carpet but the taser was the worst. Shuddering, Sonic peeked his eyes open and tried climbing back up to his feet, feeling a bit shaken after all of that. His body wasn’t in the best shape right now but he was still able to keep himself standing. He stepped back so that the leash was taut and he was as far as he could be from Scourge. “…Where are we going?” He asked warily, his ears pinning back with hostility, but it was evident he couldn’t keep fighting him like this. Not right now.

‘That was more like it,’ Scourge thought, and gave Sonic a bored look. "The lesser courtyard. I have to finish paying my men who brought you in." Scourge didn't wait for a response, but gave the snug collar a tug and started walking, not caring if Sonic kept up with his quick pace or not. Sonic didn’t know what he meant by that but he was an optimistic guy who tried not to jump to conclusions here. He followed reluctantly, just barely keeping up. He had a bit of a limp from their first time together still, but he was doing a lot better. Maybe a little less so after being shocked so many times, but he’s looked worse before.

   The sun shone down on Sonic for the first time since he'd been captured, and the stone pathway was warm under his bare feet.  Surprisingly, Scourge hadn't trashed the garden, only had the topiaries trimmed to look like him.  It was a beautiful day- until they reached their destination.

   The group of mercenaries Scourge had hired to catch Sonic and his team sneered, leered and laughed as they saw who their King had in tow.  They stood to the side, saluting Scourge, and revealed a pair of metal stocks, with a horizontal plate for a pair of ankles below it.  And that was where he intended to put his pet; he'd promised them some fun in return for catching the elusive blue fugitive.

Seeing how the men were looking at him, and those metal stocks, Sonic started to panic. He tried to pull away from Scourge in hopes the leash would slip from his hand but he couldn’t do much with his own hands bound behind him! This was not good! “No!”

Scourge continued to drag him forward, however, then hit him in the gut with another taser shock, doubling him over.  It gave the mercs time to stick his head and limbs into one of the two sets of stocks, leaving the poor, recovering hedgehog to stand bent over at the waist and immobilized by the wrists, ankles and neck.

   Moments later a strong hand gripped his nose and jaw, forcing his mouth open only to wedge a large metal ring between his teeth.  Leather straps were buckled behind his head, making it impossible to spit it out or close his mouth.  It became obvious what sort of payment the men were going to get- from Sonic himself.

Had to give Sonic credit for at least trying to fight. He did his very best, put his all into it! In the end… he may have delayed it a tad, but he still wound up in those stocks. Sonic’s heart was once again pounding away in his chest, threatening to jump out if something didn’t happen quick to get him out of this! This… this is not what a hero goes through. He’s always gotten out of bad situations, why had his luck suddenly changed?!

“Get away from me!” Was the last thing he was able to say before the ring was forced in his mouth. He fought to keep his mouth closed when he noticed it but it didn’t matter. He simply wasn’t strong enough.

Sonic’s tail found its way between his legs again as he watched, wide-eyed, looking up at his tormentors with a glint of fear he wasn’t able to hide despite how brave he was. And Sonic was pretty brave! He couldn’t even beg for mercy at this point though, not that he really expected it from anyone. 


Still, Sonic fought to break free, writhing pitifully and straining with all his might! The mercs laughed as they watched the blue hedgehog struggle in desperation.  They were the lowest of the low; which was why King Scourge had hired them on a permanent basis.  Their King settled back in a seat with refreshments, he was going to enjoy the show.

   Sonic's struggling was cut short when a large wolf dick was slapped in his face a few times before being shoved in his mouth, giving him his first taste of cock.  About the same time, his rear was harshly spanked before a burly rat moved his tail and shoved his fat cock inside Sonic's ass. “Mphhh!” Sonic tried to object, feeling beyond low at this point.

   Both roughly fucked him from both ends, pleasuring themselves inside his body with little care of what they did to it. Sonic gagged, eyes clenched shut as his face was repeatedly smushed against the wolf’s crotch fur. His ass burned from the rat’s eager thrusts as well before the rat came first, pumping a large load into Sonic's rear as the wolf continued to deep-throat his mouth.  The wolf thrust forward moments later, cumming his spunk into the hedgehog's mouth and throat, forcing him to either swallow or choke on the salty, hot load.  Finally both pulled away, leaving him sticky and smelling like sex.

Needless to say, Sonic felt … awful.

With the crotch out of Sonic’s view, he was free to see what came next; there had been ten mercs in the group that had cornered him and his friends.  And that meant his torment was far from over.

   Once again Sonic's mouth and rear were stuffed, by another rat and a coyote with a cheesy scent to his groin.  The coyote unloaded into his mouth quickly like before, forcing Sonic to swallow, while the rat continued to pound away.  Seconds later a new dick was shoved into his mouth and thrust deep and slow as the second rat came, pulling out and spraying his spunk across Sonic's back before another mercs took his place.

Each cock had its own unique flavor and scent it seemed, and each dick in his ass seemed larger than the last. His body didn’t even feel his anymore. Just a toy to be used by these disgusting criminals. He lost track of time but it felt like forever until they were all done. The sounds of their heavy breaths, grunts.. the sounds of their dicks violating him and the pain of choking on them would certainly haunt him forever. His throat was sore by the end of it and the light in his eyes certainly seemed dramatically dimmer. 

   Scourge watched, feeling mild pity for his pet being broken in so roughly.  But a bed slave needed to learn his place.  He snacked heartily on chilidogs and soda as Sonic took merc after merc into his body, for over and hour before each had had his turn.  When each of them were sated Scourge declared the lunchtime over and a guard came out to hose the sperm-covered slave down.

Sonic was at least thankful to have the cold water wash over him, even if it too was uncomfortable. At least all the sperm was washed off his well-used form. His tail hole felt raw and swollen from being used so roughly. He couldn’t imagine walking again or even sitting now. He just felt and looked totally miserable!

Scourge examined his pet as his shaking and somewhat limp form was toweled off with rags and removed from the stocks.  The King eyed his bloated belly, and decided it was a good thing; it had ended Sonic's apparent hunger strike.  In disgust he discarded his pet's stained gloves, they'd never come clean now.

   Scourge had the rubbed-raw wrists and ankles wrapped to avoid infection, and had the same guard that had bathed the blue mess drag him back to his cage and toss him back inside.

   Scourge knew when Sonic had reached his limit, so he wasn't going to torture him any more that day.  But that didn't mean he was going to just let his pet rest comfortably all afternoon.  A chain was fed through the loop at the top of the cage, and the blue hedgehog's wrists shackled together above his head without slack between them.  He would be left hanging and resting upright on his knees, unable to sit even if he wanted to, until Scourge was done with his royal duties for the day.

Sonic was glad to be left alone in his cage at least. After going through something so traumatizing, he didn’t know how to behave at that point. He didn’t say anything to Scourge, too humiliated after being defiled so. He couldn’t even look him in the eye. 

He hung there in the cage, trying to focus more on the dull ache around his wrists than the intense sting shooting up his backside. But with every swallow, he could feel his throat ache as well. Every pain reminded him of what he had just gone through. It was impossible to block out! He was so frustrated and he couldn’t even vent it all. He was just left to deal with it. How was he supposed to help his friends and family, the WORLD… if he couldn’t even help himself now? He could slowly feel himself changing, changing from that of a hero into something … much more pathetic. 

No… he couldn’t give up. He couldn’t let Scourge win no matter what …