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Kinktober #20: Kiss
Scissors (SmnP7)
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Scissors (SmnP7)
      He’d done it.

      At times he’d thought he couldn’t, that he wouldn’t be able to last another day with his will intact.  It would have been so easy to just give up, and give in- but then again, he wouldn’t have been Sonic the Hedgehog, now would he?  No, he’d HAD to hold on, to not let her win, even if he’d felt like pretending to be broken would actually break him in the process.  A few times it almost had, but his determination to escape and be free again never left him.

      The servants didn’t keep a close eye on him anymore, his illusion had been so well done, and his mistress’s pleasure in his forced obedience made him want to vomit.  He’d had to sink to lows he could have never imagined, let others use him as if he were nothing.  At times he’d wanted to fight so badly that he’d nearly blown his cover; then the real suffering would have begun, and Sonic knew he’d only get one chance to act his way out of this.  If he messed up, made just one mistake, he knew she’d have made sure he never got the chance again.  Chaos knew he was already restrained enough as it was.

       But he could still spin dash, and they’d stopped using the leash on him days ago; but due to house rules they’d still chain his collar to the back of his cell at night.  No, he knew once he was in his cell his chance for escape would be over, and there was no better night than tonight.

      She’d had him service her as usual, him trying to pretend he was doing something else as he ate her out; but this time it was out in the garden while she sat on a bench.  She left for her bedroom, leaving the servant to bring him back inside after hosing the dirt off his hands.  That one moment when the servant turned away to turn off the water was all the hedgehog needed to hit him from behind, knocking the tall bear out before he could shout the word that activated the shock collar and shackles.  Then it was all down to bolting, spin dashing away as quickly as he could into the woods without leaving a trail of torn-up ground.  He had to put enough distance between himself and the grounds before it would be safe to stop, and where he’d be out of range of those debilitating shocks.

      Relief flooded him when he finally stopped, almost finding it hard to believe that he’d done it, that he’d escaped.  Sonic wanted to laugh, to cry, to shout in victory and rage, all at the same time.  It was over, it was all-  A sharp electric jolt from one of the chains as he pulled too hard on it snapped him back to reality.  There was still no way he could stand from his crawling position as long as his wrists were still so closely shackled to his ankles, and even if he was well out of range from his restraints being activated remotely he didn’t stand much of a chance of staying free until he could stand on his own two, bare feet again.

      It took a great deal of effort and most of the night to find the right shapes and sizes rocks he’d need, then to smash the electronics imbedded in his collar and cuffs so they could never hurt him again.  Feeling paranoid, Sonic paused to spindash further away before setting to hammer at his chains until they broke, finally letting him stretch his body to its full length at long last.  The blue hedgehog frowned as standing made him stumble, not having been able to walk in...how long?  No matter, he’d get rid of that stiffness soon.  But no matter how hard he tried he still couldn’t get the shackles or the collars off, and trying to smash the locks was far more likely to permanently jam them than finish the job in setting him free.  Still, he pulled desperately to no avail, all because in this world the metal bands marked him as a slave.  As long as he wore them, there would be nowhere on Moebius he’d be safe.

      Then a wave of horror washed over and through him.  There was only one thing that could get his shackles and collar off, and that were the keys.

      If he truly wanted to escape his slavery, he had to return to *her* compound.

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Type: Picture/Pinup
Published: 6 months, 3 weeks ago
Rating: General

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