"You've become rather responsive lately. I've barely touched your breasts and yet they're already hard," cooed the jackal in the blue hedgehog's ear as he fondled his claws roughly over the tender nipples that were still slightly bruised from their last encounter with his canine teeth. He got just as much delight in teasing as he did tormenting his prisoner, whom after months of harsh treatment, had learned not to fight back.

Still, Sonic couldn't help but shudder as he struggled in mentally coming to terms with what's become the new norm; however, he remained docile with barely a whimper while he allowed his warden to caress him as he was forced to sit on his lap. He kept his focus on the ground, staring at a single point as he concentrated on blocking out what was being done to him. 

"Hmmm? Nothing to say?" Infinite mused as he clenched the pecks tightly in his firm grasp while resting his chin on his prisoner's shoulder, looking out of the corner of his eye at the emerald set that appeared so full of shame. 
"Is this case of shyness because you're afraid to speak...or maybe...you're embarrassed to admit you like it?"

Sonic couldn't ignore him. While rhetoric was always in his playbook, things were much different now, he was different. He had learned to be more careful with what he said and how he said it, so in a voice barely above a whisper, he replied "....I....I just want you to be satisfied."
It took a huge blow to his pride to say such a thing, but at this point, there was barely anything left of his pride to matter. If making his warden happy eased his own suffering, it was a bitter pill he'd willingly swallow.

The black and white war monger chuckled as he planted small kisses on his hedgehog's neck.
"How thoughtful of you," he hummed while massaging his pet's abdomen, "so by being my obedient toy and satisfying me, what do you hope to gain?"
His hot breath sent chills down Sonic's spine that was easily noticeable and only added to Infinite's entertainment. 

The hero remained silent once more. Survival with the least amount of pain was his only goal. As the jackal looped his arms around the peach-colored torso and pulled him close, Sonic felt like he was being smothered--the weight of his helplessness weighing down on him while he was engulfed in the nonconsentual embrace.

"Speak up. What made you decide to be more cooperative?" 
The jackal spoke firmly with a hint of seduction in his threatening tone as he nuzzled against his captive's cheek, their fur brushing against one another giving each a pleasant tickle...well, pleasant for one at least. He wasn't going to allow his plaything to brush him off, because as much as he wanted him to feel vulnerable, he wanted to know the catalyst that led to this transformation so he could exploit it further.

"I figured things would be better this way, that's all."
Sonic claimed finally as he immediately looked the opposite way of his warden. His heartbeat was becoming erratic with each move the jackal made to coddle him, especially when that long, soft tail looped around over his legs. Infinite was like a python, surrounding his entire body as if he were prepared to devour him. Uneasy didn't begin to describe how the captive hero felt. He never experienced anything like this to compare it to and was at a loss for words of how to describe it other than the single word he never thought would become such a big part of him...fear.

"HAHAHA" 
The mocking laughter of the mercenary startled the hedgehog, whom tensed up even more as Infinite's hand worked it's way sensually up his collarbone until he reached the neck, where the jackal began playfully wrapping his fingers around Sonic's throat and proceeded to gently squeeze it. "So you 'figured' that good behavior yields certain benefits, is that it? Kinder foreplay and maybe softer intimacy?" 

Sonic took shallow breaths and squirmed in between the rythmnic chokeholds.
He hated Infinite with a degree of loathing he didn't think he; himself, was capable of feeling. Every time he saw him, heard him, smelled him, or felt him, he felt like things inside his emotional constitution were breaking apart and exploding at the same time. He had to adapt, and if he had no other choice but to be subjected to this psycho's twisted acts of seeking pleasure, it was only natural that he wanted it all to be over and done with as quickly as possible. However, he knew not to direct such comments to the jackal, who would definitely take offense by such honesty. He gulped hard behind the threatening claws around his throat, and though his voice was meek, he said what he thought was necessary. An incontrovertible truth they both were keenly aware of. 

"You're going to do what you want anyway, so why should I bother fighting back?"

There was a moment of pause. 

No movement. 

No words. 

The echoes of silence were deafening.

Sonic became more anxious with every passing second. 

He could feel the jackal's muscular arms tighten around him. 

Did what he say come out wrong? 

What was Infinite thinking in that moment? 

How did he perceive that comment? 

And more importantly, how was he going to react to it? 
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After what felt like an eternity, the jackal finally uttered, "How droll" before aggressively pushing his hedgehog off his lap onto the floor and laying on top of him. 
The quills were of no consequence as they had been routinely shavened and smoothed, making this position comfortable for the alpha to assert himself from behind. He pressed elbow into the side of Sonic's head as he put his full weight on him, the slim physique being quite heavy thanks to the muscle mass. The grunts and short breaths were amusing, but not what Infinite desired. 

"Such passiveness is too mundane for my liking," he declared, "if you're not going to beg for me to stop, then I want to hear you scream for more."

Sonic cried out as he was pressed into the metal harder. His old instincts would have been to fight back at all costs, but he new knew better now. He knew the consequences of defiance all too well. The warring instincts of the hero who would rebel versus the prisoner who would submit were wrestling in the mind of a soul that only longed for freedom. As he writhed in his warden's grip, he could feel the jackal's heat penetrating his back. *The sick bastard is getting horny,* he thought. CHAOS, HOW HE WISHED HE COULD ESCAPE! However, there was no where to go and no way to do so, so in desperation, he shouted...

"P-PLEASE! JUST DO IT AND GET IT OVER WITH!!!" 
The moment the last word left his lips, the jackal dropped down on his back, knocking the air out of him until the only sounds he could make were breathless whimpers.
        
"No, little one." 
Infinite spoke in a deep, affirming voice; the kind that resonated with total absolution, but each word that followed created a deepening sense of dread.
"I'm going to take things slow with you from now on and make sure you feel it all. I want every sensation to flow over you until you drown in pain and ecstasy...over and over and over. It's what you deserve, and deep down, what you long for."

The outrageous accusation ignited that last spark of defiance within the subjugated hero as rage took prescendence over common sense. 

"YOU SICK BASTARD!!!" he shouted from his burning lungs, "I'M NOT----"

The hedgehog was immediately flipped over on his back before he could even try to utter another word. His eyes shrank as a hand came slamming down on his face, clasping over his mouth at such a ferocity that blood began to trickle down his jawline within seconds. The jackal continued to straddle him dominantly, sitting on his stomach as stepped on his wrists, allowing the jagged edges of his boots to cut lightly into peach flesh while the piercing gaze of his gold and blue eyes glowed in the dim cell and burned into his prey. However, despite the aggressive physical treatment he was inflicting, Infinite remained hauntingly calm. Everything he did, everything he said felt like knives slowly carving into Sonic's spirit.

"You are what I say you are...I. Own. You. Your rebellious mind is mine to unravel. Your decatant body is mine to raze. Your pure soul is mine to corrupt. Every inch of your being is mine to ravage as I wish. If I chose to claw out your eyes, to rip off your ears, or remove your arms and legs, I would do so and that's how you would exist..."

"Mmmmm!!!!"
Even though his cries were muffled, the amount of terror backing them echoed off the walls as Sonic was genuinely crippled by fear. The thought of losing his limbs, of being rendered blind and deaf, of losing everything entirely was something he never thought could ever happen and the prospect of it all made him shrill in panic. If Infinite wanted to do this, THERE WAS NOTHING HE COULD DO TO STOP HIM! Just like everything else with the jackal, the hedgehog was woefully at his mercy, which was nonexistent.

The jackal observed the quivering emerald eyes with delight.
"Hehe....I see I got your attention...", he remarked before wiping away the tears that were pouring out of the his pet's eyes.

Studying his expression, he knew what he had done. He imprinted in his hedgehog mind a fate worse than death, a fate that exceeded his nightmares. Doing such irreversible damage to his body would undoubtedly quell his defiance, but it would also erase the spirit that Infinite so enjoyed torturing. Not to say it wouldn't eventually come to that, but for now, just seeing the shock on the pitiful hero's face as his imagination ran wild was too rich. Slowly, the jackal released his grip on Sonic's mouth, slid his hand behind his captive's head, and lifted him slightly until those quivering bloody lips met his own. A long dance of passion erupted as Infinite invaded the blue blur's mouth, their tongues playing a game of cat and mouse as the hedgehog still trembled, but did nothing to resist. The grunts and heat swirling in each other's mouth excited the canine even more, who finished the kiss surpisingly gently, savoring the taste as he pulled away from the still shocked former hero.

Fear was a beautiful thing to see on his prisoner, as the ruby on his chest resonated in equal gratification. With a grin across his face while he licked the blood off his fingers, the mercenary chimed, "--but why permanently mangle such a lovely form...when I could do so much more?"

Sonic laid still. He was treading on thin ice and couldn't risk angering his warden whom was now inarguably his master. Sensing the desire emenating from his master's crotch, the hedgehog tentativelyrelaxed his legs and parted his knees, allowing the jackal access to his own private area should he wish to proceed with unleashing his carnal urges into him. Infinite felt his movement, glanced behind him and almost burst into laughter. The grimace expression on Sonic's face was all that he needed to see the invitation for what it was and relish in it.

"Submissive again, I see. You learn quicky, but there is still so much for you to learn....and much more that I desire from you."

The jackal slid back, lifted the hedgehog's precious legs, and folded them into his captive's chest while he rested on top of them. The short, raspy breaths that escaped were so amusing to the alpha, whom once again pressed all his weight on the smaller frame beneath him as their waists grinded against one another. Sonic's body was no longer in his control as months of such erotic cruelty created automatic responses that made his master smile sinisterly. Within a few passes, the large canine cylinder was completely unsheathed and ready to claim him without restraint in the new ways he had planned.

"Since you're being such a willing student...." he said as he rubbed his thumb across Sonic's cheek, collecting the falling tear, "....let the lesson begin."