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Every footstep echoes off the metal gangway as you try to creep along. Each tink-tink-tink of your feet on steel makes your ears hurt and your skin crawl. The path seems empty for now, but your luck can only run you so far before you get spotted and the mission goes loud.
You’re scouting out an Eggman base that suddenly lit up after years of being abandoned. That’s not too odd, since even wasteful old Robotnik knows it’s cheaper to reuse and recycle than to build entirely from the ground up every time his bases and factories get destroyed (now if only he could figure out the reduce part). The weird part here was that hardly any signals were going out, and barely any robots manned the place. Usually Eggman would have at least a few hundred Eggpawns scurrying about doing repairs or on lookout for sneaks like you. This time only a scant two dozen have been spotted.
The local Restoration branch reached out to you to go figure out what’s up. You’ve done this before, sneaking in and out of places to gather intel or snatch some device or other and run. Your partner’s voice crackles in your earpiece every couple of turns to direct you deeper in towards the most likely places to have any information. They’re also a Restoration hire, and the man-in-chair you’ve worked with the most often. You think you make a good team.
Usually.
They’ve just led you into the third storage closet this mission, and you’re starting to get frustrated. It’s full of scrap metal and loose wires, just like the last two, and you’re sorely tempted to knock over the nearest pile of garbage in your poor mood. It doesn’t help that the base is so eerily empty that you’ve been on edge since you slipped in. It’s creepy! There should be at least something in your way, but you’ve been able to just waltz in through all the main hallways. The lights are on but there’s nothing to hide from, the cameras are going but they’re not sending signals, and you haven’t seen a single working robot!
Now that you think about it, you haven’t seen any busted ones, either…
You radio back to mission control to report your findings and tell them you’re somewhere you can wait out if they need to study that map of theirs again. In the meantime, you settle in to pick through that trash pile- and NOT knock it over- for anything worthwhile. Who knows? Maybe you could nab yourself some rare transistor… or copper wire. That’s always valuable, right?
Your radio comes back to life with a sheepish apology and your partner directs you to the next door down. After taking a moment to smack your forehead because seriously?, you copy and leave the closet. The hall is still completely empty.
The right door looks a lot more promising. This one is big, with a keypad and caution striping along the edges. You ignore the keypad at first, checking for any vents that could reasonably take you directly inside, but when you don’t find any you’d fit through you take a little gadget out of your hip pocket. They never explained it in a way you could understand, but your partner made it to figure out codes and passwords and it hasn’t let you down yet. Just slip this funny little wire under the buttons and jimmy it around until it makes contact with something carrying electricity, and… there! And with yet another correct passcode cracked, you’re willing to forgive your partner for leading you into multiple dead ends.
You hide yourself off to the side of the door and listen closely for movement, and when you hear nothing you creep into the room on the other side. The lights are off in here, but you’re surrounded by flashing LEDs and screens showing data you’re sure your partner will get much better use out of than you ever could. Finally you’ve found something worthwhile!
It’s the work of seconds to locate a drive port and introduce the fancy systems to your sweet little friend, another of your partner’s devices that’ll send home all sorts of information (something about self-replicating worms? You’d tuned them out at that point, ew). All you need to do now is stay out of sight for- you check in with your partner- seven minutes and you can dip out of this skeevy place! Simple, there’s nothing here anyway.
Except four minutes in and the only warning you get is your partner’s panicked voice in your ear before you’re slammed through the wall back into that damn storage closet by what could only be the full force of a runaway train. Scrap tumbles over you, obscuring your blurry view, until it gets blasted away by oh shit that’s Neo Metal Sonic you’re so dead!
You try to scramble to your feet but you’re probably concussed by the way the room is spinning and the last thing you know before you pass out is sharp metal claws wrapping around your arm and your partner screaming your name in your ear.
…
When you come to, you’re cold and dizzy and horrifically sore all over. That’s better than dead, though, which is what you were expecting. You’re not in that closet anymore, instead you’re lying on the floor of some tiny prison cell. Were you captured and taken to Eggman? That blows! But, it was Neo Metal Sonic that took you out, wasn’t it? And Neo Metal Sonic isn’t known to work with Eggman, or even like the doctor. Did Neo Metal Sonic take you captive? What would he want to do that for?
You sit up and groan in pain. Your ears are ringing and every movement makes the aches worse. There’s only enough time to make sure nothing’s broken (except your comms, damn it!) before there’s heavy metallic footsteps approaching and fear takes up your attention.
“The organic weakling is awake,” says Neo Metal Sonic, and his voice rattles you to the bone. “You will follow me or face consequences.”
You shake your head no, because you’ve already been moved to a secondary location and you have no interest in a third, but apparently that was the wrong answer because the cell bars disappear and you’re pinned by your neck to the back wall before you even have the chance to blink.
“Your master is not joking, weakling. I will have obedience. You will obey.” His synthetic snarl bounces around inside your skull and you can’t even reply before he lets go of you and you crumple back to the floor. When he reaches for you again you try to get up, but your body is just too damaged to cooperate and you end up getting half dragged, half carried away by the arm.
Just when you think your limbs will give out completely, he pulls you into a sterile white room with little more than a single cabinet and a drain in the middle. He drops you on the floor and you crawl away while he takes something shiny and wet out of the cabinet. It takes Neo Metal no effort at all to snatch you back up and he jabs the thing sharply into your chest and you scream, it burns, fuck it burns! You writhe in agony and he just watches you suffer in silence and it feels like forever until the fire in your blood runs its course, leaving you a whimpering mess, hollowed out from the inside.
He stands over you and you hurt, but… but you can move again, too, and when you try you’re able to stand on your own two feet. You’re still shaking but you’re also standing and that’s a massive improvement to how you were when you were brought to this awful room, and now that you think about it your ears have stopped ringing and you’re a lot less dizzy too.
When you look up at Neo Metal Sonic to ask what he did, his red optics burn back at you, inscrutable. Then he slashes your arm open in a single powerful swipe of his claws and you stumble back, hurting again, why does he keep hurting you, but then right before your eyes and his your torn skin flashes silver and you think you’re going to be sick as it stitches itself back together like sheet metal melting in reverse.
Is that what that nasty hell-liquid was? When you demand answers, Neo Metal slaps you clean across the face, nearly sending you back to the ground, and growls, “I am your master! Do not speak to me that way.” The red lines his claws leave in your cheek and across your nose close themselves up as well.
“If you want answers, then you will serve me. You have no other options, and you will submit.” With that, he turns and walks back out into the hallway, clearly expecting you to follow.
And you do follow… for a bit. Then you pass a dark, narrow hallway, and of course you’re gonna take a detour. If you can just slip away, hide out somewhere Neo Metal Sonic can’t reach, maybe you can make contact with your partner, or even escape on your own! You follow him one, two, three paces past your target, then quietly double back to melt into your comfort zone- shadowy back passages and service tunnels.
You even manage to get decently far before you can hear rending pipes and rapidly approaching engines behind you. You don’t even bother to look back, that would just waste time, and instead you throw yourself to the side and let Neo Metal Sonic overshoot you, then book it down another passageway as fast as you can. His outraged shouting echoes between the narrow walls as he chases you down.
The hall ends in a locked door and you brace to bash it open, but then Neo Metal comes barrelling down the tunnel, engines screaming, and the two of you crash through the door and across the metal floor in the back of a huge room. The impact and the shrapnel shred you up bad, but your injuries close themselves up and you struggle against Neo Metal’s grip. Despite your best efforts though, he has you pinned to the ground, and he’s not letting go.
“I had assumed pain would be enough to keep you in line,” he says. “It seems I was wrong. Or maybe I just haven’t applied enough of it?” His hold tightens, and you wince as his claws dig into your skin. “I gave you the gift of healing so you wouldn’t break, and you use it to defy me. You must be punished!”
He smacks you around a couple times before yanking you up to your feet. Soon you’re flinching at every little movement, eyes darting around for any path to escape. His optic lights burn into you, his grasp on your wrist crushingly tight. His other hand grabs your face, turning it back and forth while he observes your skin mending itself. “At least you took the serum well. It is too expensive to waste.” Neo Metal Sonic pulls you to the middle of the chamber he’d slammed you into. “I suppose I can be lenient this time. After all, you ran right to where I wanted you.”
He pushes you to kneel at the foot of a massive steel throne. The instant his hands are off of you, you try to get back up again, but he has no patience for you and your defiance and he shoves you down more roughly. Then he takes a length of chain from a table next to the throne and loops it around your throat, and he pulls it so tight that you choke.
“If I can’t trust you not to run off,” he says, “then you will just have to learn how to stay. Servant, this is where I had planned to debrief you on your new purpose, but since you want to misbehave, that will have to wait. Bad organics don’t get to know things.” Neo Metal Sonic runs the tip of a claw over the crown of your head and you duck to get away, but he snaps the chain so it hits you in the face until you sit back up.
“If pain won’t fix your behavior, then what will? Shall I track your communicator’s signal back to your compatriot? Perhaps if I take their life you will have nothing else to exist for.” The threat hurts, despite your rough patches you never want anything bad to happen to your partner, but they’re surrounded by Restoration veterans who surely know by now that Neo Metal Sonic is active and the place must already be swarming with the big fighters, maybe even Sonic himself and his friends. You spit venomous words back at Neo Metal, and his internal fans whirr.
“I see. That detestable fake… Very well, that will wait also. I must repay them eventually for that pitiful virus, anyway.” Shit, the hacking device must’ve been compromised too. “If pain will not do it, nor threats, then maybe I’m going about this the wrong way. You stubborn organics make everything so much more complicated than it needs to be.”
He reaches for you and you brace for another blow, but instead his hands wrap around your waist and he lifts you up. Sitting on his throne, Neo Metal settles you in his lap, straddling his legs, and immediately you’re trying to squirm away from him. Is he mocking you? Patronizing, smug bastard! But his hold on the chain leash is too firm and every time you make any progress he just rearranges you back into place.
“Sit still, servant. Obey.” He yanks your face close to his by the chain until you have nowhere to look but those smoldering red optics. “... Life form data successfully copied.” What the fuck does that mean? You open your mouth to ask, hands up to push him away, but all that comes out is a startled yelp when you feel his claws shred right through your clothes. Your shirt falls away in tatters, your pants become little more than rags. Without the layer of fabric between you, Neo Metal Sonic is cold. In moments your traitorous nipples are stiff against your bra, and soon even that is torn away from you.
He paws at your chest, and the way his head tilts would almost be cute if he wasn’t molesting you. You squirm and struggle and move about, growing more and more desperate to get away from him, but then he pinches a nipple just right and for the first time since your capture you freeze up. Then he does it again and you whimper and you can practically hear him scanning you, memorizing your humiliating reactions. And he tries the same pinch on the other nipple but it doesn’t get the same reaction from you, but then he tweaks it and you squeak like a mouse.
“Ah. Perhaps positive reinforcement is the way to make you behave then, hm?” You try to argue, but he gets both nipples at the same time and you have to shut your mouth to keep your embarrassing noises inside. “No, do not restrain yourself. I will still use negative reinforcement if I must, servant.” He digs a claw into your titflesh for emphasis and you wince.
His legs nudge your knees apart, and you shake your head, already knowing he’s going to humiliate you further. His claws trail down your belly, just deep enough into your skin to draw blood, and you grasp at his smooth chassis for support. When you look down, the scratches are already closed. You ask what you did to deserve that, voice shaky.
“You still resist. When you resist…” Neo Metal Sonic stabs you in the thigh with his awful horrible murderhands. “... you will receive pain. So stop resisting.” You tremble while you heal, but you aren’t trying to escape and you don’t snap at him, so he rubs you through your panties with that same hand he just wounded you with and you let out a soft whine. “But when you’re good, and you do as you’re told… I shall reward you.”
It’s not long before your underwear is damp with more than just blood. He shreds that last bit of fabric away along with your dignity as you’re left wet and exposed before your robot captor. His rapt attention on your body makes you shudder from tip to tail and you just can’t keep eye contact anymore, your gaze dropping to the side. The chain is pulled to reprimand you, but apparently he isn’t too bothered by you looking away because he doesn’t hurt you again. Instead, he teases your pussy lips with his deadly fingertips, exploring the different noises and expressions he can elicit from you.
“Turn around,” orders Neo Metal, and you hesitate, but when he raises his claws to strike again you quickly decide you prefer when he doesn’t stab you and you obey, kneeling on his lap with your back and bare ass facing him and your hands on his knees. “Good servant… You’re learning.” The chain around your neck digs in worse in this position, and you’re very careful about how you tell him it hurts (not complaining! Just… informing!). It slackens just a little and you glance back to tentatively thank him. Somehow, without any change to his expression, he seems incredibly smug about it.
“Very good! That is how you speak to your master!” One clawed hand harrasses your breasts and your nipples, and the other prods at your entrance. You’re terrified to have his knife hands inside you- you already know very well what kind of damage they can do, and it hurts less sensitive flesh. Even aroused and eager, they’ll tear you up, and you’re only one of those things!
He seems to pick up on your fear, because he pauses and stares again like he’s figuring out a puzzle. Then there’s a weird, goopy noise behind you and he scoots you back into him and Neo Metal Sonic has a dick now. It’s smooth and untextured where it presses against your thigh, but undeniably big. It’ll be a stretch, but… it’s not knives. Despite yourself, you soon relax, because a weirdly smooth penis is VERY preferable to getting filleted.
You quietly ask him to be gentle with you, but your chain leash snaps at your back like a whip, making you jump. “You will take what I have to give you and nothing else, organic weakling!” he growls. Rubbing against your labia, he gets himself wet with your slick. Neo Metal lines you up with his new cock and you brace yourself… but nothing happens.
“Servant… Who am I?” You look back at him with a confused frown and answer, he’s Neo Metal Sonic. He rewards you with a clit flick and your breath hitches, but he shakes his head. “That is my name, but that is not who I am to you. Again, who am I?” Your eyes widen as you realize what he wants and damn it, you don’t want to say it, but what will he do if you don’t? You mumble the word, mortified, and he flicks your clit again, but still doesn’t let up. “Louder, servant.” Again, you say it, choking on the remains of your pride. This time he pinches your clit hard until you squeal. “Louder!”
With your cries of Master! Master! echoing off the metal walls of his throne room, Neo Metal Sonic thrusts deep and hard into your pussy and sets a punishing pace from the start. With one hand wrapped around your waist and the other squeezing a tit in a death grip, there’s nowhere for you to escape to and no way to alleviate the absolute pounding you’re getting victimized with. Your own hands scrabble at his arms, but you settle for just holding on for dear life when he snarls at you.
It hurts, it hurts, you can feel yourself bruising and healing over and over as he spears you with a vigor only a robot could maintain, and yet heat coils in your gut as your body betrays you and shit, you’re moaning! You’re moaning and sobbing for your master all the way to your peak, and when you cum on his cock he bullies you with pinches and twists to your nipples just the perfect way you reacted well to before and he isn’t letting up at all.
He fucks you brutally through another orgasm, then another, until your words slur together incoherently and every touch feels like a livewire directly on your nerves. By the time he slows down, the only things holding you up are his hands, his cock, and the chain around your neck. Even your arms have gone slack in his cruel embrace.
“Good servant… My weak, pathetic organic pet… You did very well…” He thrusts up into you to reinforce every sentence as though trying to brand them into your soul. When he finally slides out of your poor abused cunt you groan, empty and sore. Then he practically dumps you on the floor at the foot of his throne into a shaking pile of naked limbs and aching muscles. You’ve taken such a beating that even with your new healing factor you’ll take a long time to recover.
Your master Neo Metal Sonic snaps at the space next to the throne and it takes you way too long to figure out what he wants through your headspinning cocktail of afterglow and pain, but you crawl meekly into place once you do, too fucked out and exhausted to be embarrassed anymore.
“I’m very satisfied with your performance just now. Keep that up.” His red eyes glare through you. One of his hands cards through your hair, petting you. “I have a place for you in my Empire, servant, or I wouldn’t have picked you up from that old dump. Rest. Maybe I’ll get a cushion for you to sit on if you keep being good.”
You close your eyes and hope you wake up in the hospital instead.