At The End Of The Tunnel
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Category:
+S through Z › Sonic
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
28
Views:
4,181
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Sonic The Hedgehog game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Visions In The Dark
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At The End Of The Tunnel
Co-Written By Harley Quinn hyenaholic
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Harley: ALL RIGHT! FINALLY MY FUCKED UP ADULTFAN ACCOUNT WORKS AGAIN!
Froggy: What the hell was wrong with it anyway?
Harley: If I knew, it wouldn’t have taken so damn long. I’m sorry people. I wasn’t being lazy. I have lots of Chapters ready.
Froggy: And now you have to bump old stories because disclaimers need to be edited in. Ain’t that a bitch? As for the Master Emerald coming in… doubt it.
Harley: Just keep reviewing, and know that we love you all. Yes we do!!!
~~~
Chapter Sixteen: Visions In The Dark
Breech gasped and clutched her head. The last thing she heard before she passed out was James calling to her, “Breech! What’s the matter?”
Then she opened her eyes again and looked up into the face of a blond fox.
“Cur!” she gasped.
“Did you fall asleep, Breechy?” Cur asked her, grinning.
Breech tried to sit up, but found that her wrists and ankles were restrained to the corners of the bed she was lying on. And she was wearing a thin, white nightgown. She started to scream, but Cur landed a hard slap on her face.
“Quiet, whore,” he growled, “You make a noise when I say so.”
“Where am I?” Breech asked him, “Where’s James?”
Cur slapped her again, so hard it was almost a punch, “You make a noise when I say so, bitch!” he shouted at her, “Do you understand?”
Breech nodded silently, and began to cry as Cur ripped the thin slip away from her body, “Yes, you understand,” he sneered, moving his hands over her possessively. He owned her; she would never fight back, he’d broken her so well. But still… to have a weaker person entirely at his mercy… it gave him a thrill he didn’t dare describe.
Breech began to wail in pain as his groping fingers investigated her body all over. He bent down and started moving his lips against hers brutally. It was a kiss, but there was no love in it. At least, not what other people would call love.
A long time ago, it had been theft; a theft of innocence. But innocence was gone now, and it was just a lie, a physical lie that hurt more than anything, no matter how many times it happened.
“James will never make you free, Breechy,” Cur panted as he pushed his fingers into her vagina, “He’s years too late… even when Lard-face dies you’ll still be mine… forever!”
“NO!” Breech howled.
Cur didn’t even try to stop her cries any more. He just laughed at her weak attempts to push him away.
“Please… please stop… I don’t want this… I can’t do this…” she begged him.
“Oh, you will,” Cur chuckled, “Now… let’s hear those words again…”
Breech felt vomit rise up in her throat, “I love you…” she sobbed, and threw up.
Cur’s fist landed on her cheek, “Bitch!” he snarled, and drove down into her. Why make love when you could take it? Take it, and you get to keep it. Consensual sex lasted a few hours. Rape would last for a lifetime. Besides, he enjoyed hearing the hysterical feline scream in agony, as he pushed down into her body again… and again… and again…
~~~
“I love you…”
James stared down at the sobbing, terrified Breech. She had curled up into a ball, and was flinching away from him, her claws digging into the ground.
“Breech… Breech!” he knelt down and tried to make her look up, but she wasn’t looking at him; she was looking through him.
“No! Please… please stop…” she begged, and tried to pull away from him. “Please…” She screamed in agony suddenly, and her entire body started to spasm.
“Breech, look at me,” James held her close, and suddenly he got a flash of what she was seeing… a naked, furry body, grasping hands, and pain… more pain than anybody should have to endure.
“She can’t hear you,” a low voice behind the fox spoke. James whipped around to look at the black-and-red hedgehog.
“What the hell are you talking about?” James cradled the sobbing Breech in his arms and thought for a moment, “Who are you anyway?”
“I told both of you there were worse things here than dusty old technology,” the hedgehog smiled dryly, “My name is Shadow.”
James looked at Breech’s expression, remembering the flashes, the tiny, split-second instants of raw fear. Suddenly she was looking through Shadow too. She started screaming all over again.
“No! Please, no! Not them as well!”
Cur laughed down at her, “Yeah, a few friends of mine will pay good money to make a pretty girl like you scream for mercy.”
“No!”
“Yes.”
Cur moved aside and a red hedgehog stepped past him. He’d already stripped himself of his armour and clothes, but she knew he was a Royal Guard – only Royal Guards wore that self-righteous smirk.
He didn’t wait for formalities, but climbed on top of her and started to thrust inside her without ceremony or gentleness. His fingers were digging into her sides, and everything he did, he did it for his own gratification.
“I think she likes it, Dave,” Cur chuckled, “She likes it rough, huh?”
“No!” Breech panted, “No!”
“That means yes,” Cur started to laugh as the red hedgehog grunted out his obscene pleasures and his violent fantasies on her, “Get off her, it’s my turn again.”
Breech screamed in fear and disgust as the red hedgehog unloaded inside her, and pulled out. Curtis climbed onto her again and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her body up to meet him.
~~~
“You might prefer to gag her,” Shadow advised James, “She’s not gonna stop screaming while she’s in here.”
“Gag her?!” James stared, furious, “Don’t you think she’s scared enough?”
“Nothing you do is gonna make her less scared,” Shadow pointed out.
James just growled and turned back to Breech. She had stopped screaming, and was just staring, terrified, at nothing. He touched her hand; it was icy cold.
“Breech? Breech, can you hear me?” he called.
“No… no more… please no…” Breech pleaded, “I can’t… I can’t…”
Suddenly, James was aware of another voice – that voice.
I know all your fears…
He looked, and something, some shadowy form was holding a smaller shape, “Miles?!” James screamed in shock. No… this was impossible… Tails wasn’t here… he was miles away, safe in Knothole…
I know all your nightmares…
The shadow stepped forward. It was none other than Robotnik.
“It’s all thanks to you, ‘Stone’,” he sneered, “Without your help I could never have destroyed Knothole, killed King Maximillian and enslaved the world.”
“No, you haven’t won yet! And I… I…”
“And now I’m going to dispose of the last of the so-called Freedom Fighters,” Robotnik leered. Suddenly Breech stood up and without even hesitating, slit Tails’ throat. And it was the way she smiled all the time that was so terrifying.
James found that his voice wouldn’t work. He looked at Breech, who had sat down again, if indeed she had ever stood up, and she was crying.
“MURDERER!” he screamed, and dropped to his knees.
You both are slaves to your fear, while fear…is my ally.
~~~
Shadow smiled, sort of, looking at Breech, who was trying to fight off empty shadows, and James, who was sobbing on his knees. Pathetic. Suddenly, he clutched his head and dropped to his knees, “Maria…” he gasped.
He looked up at the wall.
“It’s your fault!” said the young girl in blue, “It’s all your fault I’m dead! You call yourself the ultimate lifeform… you couldn’t even stop those people from killing me!”
“It’s not my fault… it was the Overlanders… they killed you…” Shadow straightened up with difficulty, “And that’s my Chaos Emerald, bastard!” he shouted to the darkness.
He staggered forward. Don’t let the fear or the sorrow get in the way. Smother it all with anger.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re not Maria… and I don’t believe in ghosts. Now get out of my way!” Shadow knocked the girl out of his way and strode up to the altar.
“Shadow!” The voice was perfect; it tore at his heart. But he didn’t listen. He snatched at the green emerald.
You could have had it all, but you threw it away. Your betrayal will not go unpunished, Shadow. You are still merely the student…
Now he’s concentrating on three people, thought Shadow. He was about to use the Emerald for himself alone, when his eyes strayed to the trapped pair – the people who had freed him. He shook his head, and took the feline and the vulpine in his embrace.
“CHAOS CONTROL!!!!!”
~~~
End Of Chapter Sixteen
Harley: YAY! KICK ASS! Now that was the first reason this is an NC-17 fic, and just one of the reasons to hate that fucker Cur!
Froggy: Unless it really was a dream and we're screwing with your heads. Harley likes to do that.
At The End Of The Tunnel
Co-Written By Harley Quinn hyenaholic
~~~
Harley: ALL RIGHT! FINALLY MY FUCKED UP ADULTFAN ACCOUNT WORKS AGAIN!
Froggy: What the hell was wrong with it anyway?
Harley: If I knew, it wouldn’t have taken so damn long. I’m sorry people. I wasn’t being lazy. I have lots of Chapters ready.
Froggy: And now you have to bump old stories because disclaimers need to be edited in. Ain’t that a bitch? As for the Master Emerald coming in… doubt it.
Harley: Just keep reviewing, and know that we love you all. Yes we do!!!
~~~
Chapter Sixteen: Visions In The Dark
Breech gasped and clutched her head. The last thing she heard before she passed out was James calling to her, “Breech! What’s the matter?”
Then she opened her eyes again and looked up into the face of a blond fox.
“Cur!” she gasped.
“Did you fall asleep, Breechy?” Cur asked her, grinning.
Breech tried to sit up, but found that her wrists and ankles were restrained to the corners of the bed she was lying on. And she was wearing a thin, white nightgown. She started to scream, but Cur landed a hard slap on her face.
“Quiet, whore,” he growled, “You make a noise when I say so.”
“Where am I?” Breech asked him, “Where’s James?”
Cur slapped her again, so hard it was almost a punch, “You make a noise when I say so, bitch!” he shouted at her, “Do you understand?”
Breech nodded silently, and began to cry as Cur ripped the thin slip away from her body, “Yes, you understand,” he sneered, moving his hands over her possessively. He owned her; she would never fight back, he’d broken her so well. But still… to have a weaker person entirely at his mercy… it gave him a thrill he didn’t dare describe.
Breech began to wail in pain as his groping fingers investigated her body all over. He bent down and started moving his lips against hers brutally. It was a kiss, but there was no love in it. At least, not what other people would call love.
A long time ago, it had been theft; a theft of innocence. But innocence was gone now, and it was just a lie, a physical lie that hurt more than anything, no matter how many times it happened.
“James will never make you free, Breechy,” Cur panted as he pushed his fingers into her vagina, “He’s years too late… even when Lard-face dies you’ll still be mine… forever!”
“NO!” Breech howled.
Cur didn’t even try to stop her cries any more. He just laughed at her weak attempts to push him away.
“Please… please stop… I don’t want this… I can’t do this…” she begged him.
“Oh, you will,” Cur chuckled, “Now… let’s hear those words again…”
Breech felt vomit rise up in her throat, “I love you…” she sobbed, and threw up.
Cur’s fist landed on her cheek, “Bitch!” he snarled, and drove down into her. Why make love when you could take it? Take it, and you get to keep it. Consensual sex lasted a few hours. Rape would last for a lifetime. Besides, he enjoyed hearing the hysterical feline scream in agony, as he pushed down into her body again… and again… and again…
~~~
“I love you…”
James stared down at the sobbing, terrified Breech. She had curled up into a ball, and was flinching away from him, her claws digging into the ground.
“Breech… Breech!” he knelt down and tried to make her look up, but she wasn’t looking at him; she was looking through him.
“No! Please… please stop…” she begged, and tried to pull away from him. “Please…” She screamed in agony suddenly, and her entire body started to spasm.
“Breech, look at me,” James held her close, and suddenly he got a flash of what she was seeing… a naked, furry body, grasping hands, and pain… more pain than anybody should have to endure.
“She can’t hear you,” a low voice behind the fox spoke. James whipped around to look at the black-and-red hedgehog.
“What the hell are you talking about?” James cradled the sobbing Breech in his arms and thought for a moment, “Who are you anyway?”
“I told both of you there were worse things here than dusty old technology,” the hedgehog smiled dryly, “My name is Shadow.”
James looked at Breech’s expression, remembering the flashes, the tiny, split-second instants of raw fear. Suddenly she was looking through Shadow too. She started screaming all over again.
“No! Please, no! Not them as well!”
Cur laughed down at her, “Yeah, a few friends of mine will pay good money to make a pretty girl like you scream for mercy.”
“No!”
“Yes.”
Cur moved aside and a red hedgehog stepped past him. He’d already stripped himself of his armour and clothes, but she knew he was a Royal Guard – only Royal Guards wore that self-righteous smirk.
He didn’t wait for formalities, but climbed on top of her and started to thrust inside her without ceremony or gentleness. His fingers were digging into her sides, and everything he did, he did it for his own gratification.
“I think she likes it, Dave,” Cur chuckled, “She likes it rough, huh?”
“No!” Breech panted, “No!”
“That means yes,” Cur started to laugh as the red hedgehog grunted out his obscene pleasures and his violent fantasies on her, “Get off her, it’s my turn again.”
Breech screamed in fear and disgust as the red hedgehog unloaded inside her, and pulled out. Curtis climbed onto her again and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her body up to meet him.
~~~
“You might prefer to gag her,” Shadow advised James, “She’s not gonna stop screaming while she’s in here.”
“Gag her?!” James stared, furious, “Don’t you think she’s scared enough?”
“Nothing you do is gonna make her less scared,” Shadow pointed out.
James just growled and turned back to Breech. She had stopped screaming, and was just staring, terrified, at nothing. He touched her hand; it was icy cold.
“Breech? Breech, can you hear me?” he called.
“No… no more… please no…” Breech pleaded, “I can’t… I can’t…”
Suddenly, James was aware of another voice – that voice.
I know all your fears…
He looked, and something, some shadowy form was holding a smaller shape, “Miles?!” James screamed in shock. No… this was impossible… Tails wasn’t here… he was miles away, safe in Knothole…
I know all your nightmares…
The shadow stepped forward. It was none other than Robotnik.
“It’s all thanks to you, ‘Stone’,” he sneered, “Without your help I could never have destroyed Knothole, killed King Maximillian and enslaved the world.”
“No, you haven’t won yet! And I… I…”
“And now I’m going to dispose of the last of the so-called Freedom Fighters,” Robotnik leered. Suddenly Breech stood up and without even hesitating, slit Tails’ throat. And it was the way she smiled all the time that was so terrifying.
James found that his voice wouldn’t work. He looked at Breech, who had sat down again, if indeed she had ever stood up, and she was crying.
“MURDERER!” he screamed, and dropped to his knees.
You both are slaves to your fear, while fear…is my ally.
~~~
Shadow smiled, sort of, looking at Breech, who was trying to fight off empty shadows, and James, who was sobbing on his knees. Pathetic. Suddenly, he clutched his head and dropped to his knees, “Maria…” he gasped.
He looked up at the wall.
“It’s your fault!” said the young girl in blue, “It’s all your fault I’m dead! You call yourself the ultimate lifeform… you couldn’t even stop those people from killing me!”
“It’s not my fault… it was the Overlanders… they killed you…” Shadow straightened up with difficulty, “And that’s my Chaos Emerald, bastard!” he shouted to the darkness.
He staggered forward. Don’t let the fear or the sorrow get in the way. Smother it all with anger.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re not Maria… and I don’t believe in ghosts. Now get out of my way!” Shadow knocked the girl out of his way and strode up to the altar.
“Shadow!” The voice was perfect; it tore at his heart. But he didn’t listen. He snatched at the green emerald.
You could have had it all, but you threw it away. Your betrayal will not go unpunished, Shadow. You are still merely the student…
Now he’s concentrating on three people, thought Shadow. He was about to use the Emerald for himself alone, when his eyes strayed to the trapped pair – the people who had freed him. He shook his head, and took the feline and the vulpine in his embrace.
“CHAOS CONTROL!!!!!”
~~~
End Of Chapter Sixteen
Harley: YAY! KICK ASS! Now that was the first reason this is an NC-17 fic, and just one of the reasons to hate that fucker Cur!
Froggy: Unless it really was a dream and we're screwing with your heads. Harley likes to do that.