Hi guys! Who's ready for the next Chapter of our tale? The only thing I can say for this Chapter is poor Tails... Let's get to it, shall we?

XXX

Chapter 9

Milo carried Tails to his easychair and sat down. He spread the kit over the armrest so that the white chest was puffed out and exposed.

"Now little one." he said with a mad gleam in his eyes and a dark giggle in his voice, "Uncle Milo will have his way with your golden body."

His victom yelped as the sharp nails of Milo's hand slammed into his chest.

"AHHH yes! DO squeel under Milo's...crushingggg...GRIP! Now to SLAM that white chest again, and WIGGGLEEEE my nails so that...heheheheeeee...FOXY WIMPERS! Oh sweet music! SLAM! WIGGLE! SQUUUUEEEEAL! And on and on it goes until I descide to stop!"

Smiling sadistically, the rusty fox cuddled Tails, stroking the kit and crooning lovingly as he pet the golden back.

"My sweet Goldie...Uncle is pleased with you. There will be lots of PAIN in our little sessions, but There will also be lots of fond moments where you will be...pampered...and...cuddled...ann nnd...pet. In a few days, the two will become one, and Milo will be your beloved...MASTER! AHaHahaaa!"

The kit struggled but Milo simply tisked at him and twisted his body until he stopped. Tails went limp, knowing the madfox was right.

In a few days, he wouldn't know the difference between hurt and 'love'.

He wondered...if he would remember his own name, where he came from...or who he was, at that point.

Or if he would even care...

The young fox heard the cries and yelps of Tales and the hounds playing with him not too far away in another den. Tails knew he had to be strong and get them both out of this hellhole they were trapped in.

Somehow..