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Sonic the Gimphog

I can't remember how long I was in darkness. All I know is that after that last chilidog I had, the world started spinning around me. Next thing I knew, I was tied to a chair, unable to see or talk.

My arms were tied behind my back, and around the back of the chair; my legs were cuffed to the chair legs. I also had some leather hood over my face. It had a hole for my nose to fit through, but pressed tightly around the rest of my head. I also felt some kind of harness overtop the hood, to firmly clamp my jaw shut. I couldn't speak, I couldn't see, and I could barely hear anything around me.

That left me with a stronger sense of smell and touch. And from the smell, I detected...chili powder. Was my captor making chili? But why? Was he trying to torture me with the smell of my favorite food? Did he mean to treat me well as his prisoner? Or was it meant to be my last meal? At that last thought, I started furiously squirming against my bonds.

As muffled as it was, I started to hear his footsteps, and I froze. They were pretty light, though; it was probably not Eggman, but someone more my size. Rouge? Shadow? Or maybe some deranged fan? I wouldn't get my answer right away, since he was speaking with some strange synthesizer. For all I knew, "he" could've been a "she".

"So, the legendary Sonic," taunted my captor. "You don't look so cool now. You look like a cute little plaything. That's good, because that's all you are. Just like a little girls' doll, I'm gonna play with you all I want, and you just have to take it!"

Damn. I knew it wasn't about money. No, this psycho got me in his grasp, and he'd never let me go! The thought of this caused me to start struggling again, frantically shaking my head in denial.

With a mocking laugh, my captor sneered, "You're just too cute! Look how horny you've become!"

He began stroking the underside of my penis with his finger, which is when I realized that I was actually already hard! What was I getting turned on for? Was it the thought of being used for a sex toy? Was I getting a rush out of the danger? Was I...turned on by my own bondage!?

"You want me to suck your dick, don't you?"

I felt my captor's tongue lick the tip of my penis, and I shrieked in pleasure, almost lifting myself off the seat. I knew what a dangerous position I was in, but I just couldn't help wanting it. He licked my penis all over, before sucking my balls and stroking the tip of my dick. I felt myself about to explode. Then he did the cruelest thing so far. Just when I was building up steam, he stopped! He just suddenly took a step back, causing me to scream in anguish. I swear, my balls probably turned bluer than the rest of me!

"Sorry, babe, but you gotta earn the right to cum. Remember, you're my doll. That means I get full say in everything you do. You do what I want, I'll give you what you want. Got it?" I reluctantly nodded. "Good. Now, keep still."

He knelt down and grabbed my right ankle. A second later, I heard a metallic click. Did he just detach the cuff from the chair? Part of me entertained the notion of kicking him in the face, but I was afraid that either I'd miss, or that his grip was too strong. Besides, even if I succeeded in knocking him out, I was still partially attached to the chair, and blind in an unfamiliar place. And if I made too much effort to escape now, I might ruin the chance of him making a fatal mistake that'd let me take him down.

He immediately reattached the cuff to my other ankle, binding my feet together. He then repeated the procedure for the other cuff. Now I had two sets of cuffs holding my feet together; there was no way I was gonna try and escape now. The stranger then lifted me off the chair, supporting me by the arms.

"Ok, this next part requires a little walking," he said. "Don't worry, I won't let you fall. I'll just hold you from behind, and guide you. Take your time, babe."

Slowly, I made my way forward, making such frustratingly tiny steps; every now and again, he gently turned my body. It was strange, but I had a strange sense of safety around this guy. I felt deep down, he really cared for my well-being. I began to feel myself trusting him, in spite of myself.

He soon stopped me, and stepped forward, taking my hard penis in his hand, causing me to gasp in surprise. "Just keep behaving, and I'll help you out," he said. "Now, this next part's gonna give you a sudden chill, so bear with me."

I heard something open, and I felt a cool breeze. It felt refreshing, until I realized the truth: he was going to drag me outside! I couldn't help but imagine dozens of bystanders seeing me and laughing. The humiliating thoughts caused me to try and step back, but his grip remained firm.

"Relax," he growled. "We're the only ones out here. You can scream all you want, and nobody will hear you. Now, march."

I cautiously began to follow him outside, him guiding me with gentle tugs to my penis. After a moment, I took a deep breath, as I came to realize we really were alone together. My trust in him continued to grow.

He guided me to a chair and sat me down. "Good boy, Sonic. Now, let me give you what you want."

With that, he wrapped his mouth around my penis and started sucking me off. No longer bound to a chair, I began involuntarily thrusting, and he in turn grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper. Then he shocked me further when he inserted a finger into my anus. This surprise attack hurt, but I somehow became even more aroused by it. I quickly exploded into his mouth, and my black world became white. Even after I blew, he continued to suck: I guess he really liked my taste, and wanted every last drop.

"You liked that, huh?" he asked. I nodded, and gave a moan of approval. "I'm so happy. Now, let's do what we came out here for." He pulled me off the chair, and guided me over to what I guess was a table. "I'm gonna bend you over, now." He gently laid me chest-first onto the table, and I heard him take a few steps away. I gave a cry of protest, but he called, "Don't worry, babe! I'm not going anywhere!"

I gave a sigh of relief and started trying to collect my thoughts. I couldn't believe I just let some stranger suck me off like that. And now I was panicking over the fact that he was leaving! What was wrong with me!? Suddenly, I was very scared that I was playing right into this guy's hands. With renewed energy, I frantically struggled against my bonds in a useless attempt to escape.

"Ready," he said as he returned. "You wanna know what you're about to get? An enema!" I started shrieking and bucking in horror, and I heard his laughter in response. "You're just so cute, wiggling that little butt of yours. You'll be even cuter as I clean you out. I suggest you relax, because it'll only hurt more if you don't."

I started sobbing as I felt him fill my ass with a hard rubber plug. He went in slow, and I tried my hardest to clench in a feeble attempt to keep him out. He didn't stop for a second, and my ass burned with pain. Reluctantly, I relaxed my muscles, and let him fill me all the way. I swear it touched my prostate when he finally stopped.

"This is an ass-plug," he explained. "It'll let me shoot water or any liquid into your ass, and keep it in for as long as I want. I'm gonna make your ass nice and clean, so I don't have to take you to the toilet. This is gonna be cold, so hang in there, baby."

I screamed in pain as freezing water shot right into my ass. I sounded like a fucking mooing cow as I protested against his enema. But there was nothing I could do, and I felt sick as the water almost seemed to flow right to my stomach. That's when he turned off the hose, and I swear I could hear it sloshing around my insides.

"Very good!" he sneered, grabbing my ass cheeks. "I knew you were tough enough to handle this. Now, let's give you a little obedience training." I didn't know what he was planning, until I felt something large sting my ass. "Like that? It's a riding crop. Let's see you grow hard from the pain."

I frantically shook my head and hopped up and down as he furiously whipped me. From the outside pain from his spanking, and the water freezing my insides, I was afraid he was gonna tear me apart. Soon I ran out of energy to scream, and I quietly shed tears that refused to pierce my blindfold, as he continued to spank me.

He eventually stopped, and he grabbed my dick, revealing that somehow through all the abuse, it became hard again. "You're a pretty resilient one. Here, have a nice hand job." He stood me up and gently started stroking. I hated this guy so much, but I hated myself even more for getting off on his raping me. I could do nothing but melt into him as my mind went blank from pleasure.

After I blew my load, he wiped my dick with his hand, before rubbing my hooded face. He probably intended to humiliate me by covering me in my own spunk, but I just didn't care anymore. I knew I was his, and that he was my entire world, now.

He then bent me over and said, "Let's finish cleaning you up." He yanked the plug out, and I felt my contents spray. In my overactive imagination, I imagined it coming out like a fire hose, though it was probably nothing of the sort. I felt such relief from the pressure being let out, that I ended up pissing. "There you go, baby. You feel better now, don't you?" I shamefully nodded, and he wiped me dry with a towel. "Come along, baby."

He guided me back inside, and gently sat me back down in the chair. This time, as he undid the cuffs around my feet and reattached them to the chair, the thought of escape didn't even register in my mind.

"I think the chili's almost done. Before I serve you, would you like to see who I am?" I gave a nervous nod, and he undid the harness around my head, before pulling off the hood.

The sudden brightness was blinding and I shut my eyes quickly, but I still had them open long enough to learn the identity of my master, who was wearing only panties. "Amy?" I muttered.

"That's right," she said, taking off the headset that distorted her voice. "You know why I'm doing this, don't you?" I shook my head. "You liar! You were practically begging me to do this!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Don't get it?" she hissed, opening one of my eyes, causing the light to burn me. "Pop quiz, Sonic. How many dates have you blown off!?"

"I don't know!"

"They weren't important enough for you to remember, huh!? Well, I remember: fifteen times! And the only time you ever bothered to make up an excuse, you gave me some bullshit about being King Arthur!"

"I'm telling you-"

But she covered my mouth with her hand and snarled, "Sorry, baby, but I'm the only one who gets to talk right now. Trying to worm your way out of trouble with 'I'll make it up to you' only fooled me for so many times. Guess what? You are gonna make it up to me, and I'm collecting now."

I shook her hand off and screamed, "You can't just keep me here forever!"

"You think so? Do you have any idea how long you've been here?" A chill went down my spine at her question, and I nervously shook my head. "You've been unconscious for a full day! Sure, Tails came to ask if I saw you, but he already gave up searching here. And let's face it: you're such a flighty bastard, you can disappear for a week at a time. By the time anyone misses you, you'll be my willing slave forever and ever."

"No, no, no," I whimpered, frantically struggling against my bondage.

"Aw, shut up," she snapped, slapping me hard in the face. "Who said I wanted to keep you forever? I'm just making up for all those dates you jilted me on. Let's see...an average date will be about three hours long, and you skipped fifteen of those, so we're gonna spend forty-five hours of alone time together."

"T-that's all!?" I pleaded hopefully. "Then you'll let me go!?"

"What's the hurry?" Stroking my penis until it began to harden she said, "I'm not counting the time you spend asleep: we'll spend a three-hour period of time together every day for fifteen straight days, or maybe just an hour for forty-five days, or something in between. And just to make sure you don't skip out on me again, you'll be spending all your free time here."

"O-ok, ok!" I gasped, moving my hips.

"Good boy! I'll go get your chili dog." Giving the tip of my penis a little kiss she teased, "Don't go anywhere, now."

As much as I hated to give up, I realized I had no choice but to resign myself to my fate. She was literally the only one who could let me go, so I couldn't do anything but put all my trust in her. Hell, I already trusted her before I even knew who it was. Worse still, I was beginning to develop a taste for my own helplessness. Yeah, I was hungry, but I was just hoping she'd come back and let me cum.

She returned with a chili dog and sang, "Open wide!" I moaned in pleasure as she slowly fed me. Maybe she drugged it again, but somehow it tasted better when she was feeding me. As soon as I swallowed the last bite, she slipped her fingers in my mouth. "Oops, I got a little chili on my hand. Lick it clean."

With an unconscious moan, I sucked her fingers. With a smile, she stroked my penis with her free hand. The harder I sucked, the faster she stroked. I continued sucking her fingers, long after they were clean. I felt myself begin to explode, when she suddenly pulled both her hands away with a lewd grin. "Ah!"

"Say, 'please let me cum, mistress,'" she ordered.

"Please let me cum, mistress!" I screamed.

"Good boy." I hated when people talked down to me, but I just didn't care at that point. She wrapped her lips around my dick, and I howled in pleasure. Within seconds, I blew my load into her mouth, and collapsed in my chair. Licking her lips she asked, "You like how that feels?"

"Yeah," I groaned as my head spun.

"It's a shame you blew off so many dates. I would've gladly done this if you asked. Now, you have to beg me to relieve you. But you're happy to beg me, aren't you?"

"Yeah, yeah," I absently agreed.

"Good boy." She picked up a ball gag and shoved it in my mouth. I didn't even struggle as she locked it in place. "I think we'll stop for today. That's roughly an hour of date; forty-four more hours to go." Giving me a kiss on the forehead she whispered, "Goodnight, Sonic. I'll see you in the morning."

I knew there was no point in arguing, even if I could talk. She was in control now, and my resolve was weakening by the second. But while she was still looking at me, I put on a little mock-struggling. She started to walk away, but paused to look at me as continued to squirm helplessly.

After a moment, she shrugged and said, "Aw, what the hell." She grabbed a small blanket from the nearby couch and straddled my lap, placing herself just above my suddenly erect penis. "I don't normally do this on a first date," she teased, "but jut for you..." We both let out a gasp of pleasure, and I start thrusting into her. "Harder, harder!" she moans, and I'm all too happy to oblige. With a final thrust, I filled her up, and she practically melted into me.

With a strange giggle, she wrapped the blanket around us and rested her head on my shoulder. "Good night, dear," she sneered. "We're gonna have fun when you wake up."

As I nodded off, I wondered if I'd gone too far with my adventures. Did I stand her up one time too many? Would I really ever be allowed to leave? But at that moment, I decided I really didn't care. It only took me one dose of her "hospitality" to become addicted.

I can't wait for our next date.