Loner

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Loner

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Darkhaven3

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Harley: Yeah, the darkness continues in Chapter Two. And to Shadow fan, we have one thing to say to you.

Darkhaven: Ew.

Harley: Yeah, that’s about it. Sums up what I thought perfectly. Shadow raping Rouge? Maybe some day. But Rouge doesn’t strike me as the type to stand around and let herself get molested. Now, read on!

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Chapter Two: Rapist

Amy opened her eyes slowly. Her head hurt a lot. Her back and hips hurt even more. And she couldn't remember how she'd gotten home... She shifted onto her side in the bed - and looked straight into Knuckles' peacefully slumbering face. The recent events hit her like a half-brick in a sock, and she started screaming.

Knuckles snapped awake and covered her mouth with one bare palm, the other instinctively was brought around her back and he pulled her close to him, "Be quiet, will you?" he ordered.

Amy couldn't help herself. She continued screaming for almost a minute before she ran out of breath and was forced to stop. She looked down at herself. She was completely naked, and this wasn't her bedroom. Knuckles removed his hand slowly, "Where am I?" she asked him. Right now her mind had to adjust, before she could ask a more sensible question.

“In my bedroom. Having fun?” Knuckles asked her, looking smug.

"But... but..." Amy pulled away from him, shocked, "No! No, this... this can't be happening..." She fell out of the bed, and grabbed the sheet, pulling it around her. She ran to the window and looked out, instantly recognising the Altar with the Master Emerald on it only a few hundred yards away, "What did you do?!" she asked, pulling the sheet tightly around herself.

"That chunk of metal hit you hard or what?" Knuckles said, looking at her kind of uncomfortably, and his hand moving quickly over his cock; it wasn't hard to tell what he was planning to do once he reached full size, "I oughta refresh your memory."

"NO!" Amy shrieked, backing up against the wall, remembering everything with horrible clarity, "No! You've had your fun, Knuckles - you don't need to do this!"

"You don't know me very well... When's the last time you spent such a long time as me sitting on this island, with nothing to do... or no-one, in that case?" he said with an almost-uninterested tone in his voice; he was fully erect now, and he looked at Amy with that strange, maddened gleam in his eyes.

"You can't just-" Amy stopped. He could, and he would. She could never beat Knuckles, he was much stronger than she was, and crazy to boot, so think, think, "Knuckles, please, can't we... talk about this?" she asked, hopefully.

Knuckles took his eyes off of Amy's waist and looked back up to her face, and said quite unexpectedly, "OK, why not? Spit it out, girl." He was sort of being genuine with it; he wanted to hear what she had to say, despite the fact that he was probably going to rape her again anyway.

Amy honestly hadn't been expecting a chance to talk. Better make the most of it, "I know you're lonely, Knuckles," she said, her voice shaking, "But... but... I could stay up here, and we could be friends, right?" she saw the look in his face, "And then, and then," she gabbled, "It might become something more and then you won't have to force me if you'll just... oh god, please can't we just be friends again?"

Knuckles' eyes widened so slightly it was nearly unnoticeable at first; he hadn't even considered a truly passionate relationship with the innocent girl he'd basically been torturing, and it would undoubtedly be more pleasurable than forcing it on her, when she struggled madly...

"Please, Knuckles... it's easier this way," Amy begged.

Knuckles appeared to be considering his options once more; he sat up in the bed, looking down at his hard-on, then to his hand, and finally to Amy. What have I been doing to myself... And her...? he thought silently, allowing his penis to go limp, "M-Maybe..." Knuckles said much lower than usual.

All this time, Amy was desperately thinking of escape - not that she could think of how, "F-friends?" she asked him.

"I-I never even considered it..." Knuckles said in the same low tone, finally making eye-contact with Amy once more, "Friends..." he said to himself this time, as though picking through the possibilities.

Amy relaxed a little. Knuckles was still capable of coherent thought - that was a good thing, "Where are my clothes?" she asked him.

Knuckles thought for a moment before Amy snapped him out of it, and he looked a little to the side of the wooden door, where her dress, panties and boots were in a small bundle, "Over by the door..."

Amy looked at her clothes. They were dirty, torn and stained, "Um... have you got any other clothes I can wear?" she asked him.

He looked back to another wooden door, which housed a decent-sized bathroom; he then looked back to Amy once more and replied, "Yeah, in the bathroom... Cabinet at the bottom-right."

Amy hurried into the bathroom, locking the door and leaning on it. She rummaged in the cabinet, and produced clothes made for a guy who was several sizes bigger than her. She wiped the worst of the blood and cum off her body, dressed quickly, and climbed out the window. There had to be some way off this wretched island...

Knuckles decided to wait a few seconds before he could've sworn he heard the window latch open and someone jump out into the grass; he fumbled with the door handle and when he realized it was locked, he turned to the front door. He pushed it open, and looked around. He could see Amy running away from the house, towards some trees.

Amy ran. She didn't look back, even when she heard Knuckles' enraged yell. She was faster than he was, but he knew this island like the back of his hand. She couldn't afford to lose any time.

Knuckles looked towards where she was going; he immediately noticed where her route would lead, and jumped through a mass of trees and miscellaneous foliage that had formed on the east side of his house, and forced himself to push through it until he popped out unexpectedly on the other side. Amy was still running at full speed, and ran straight into Knuckles' enraged grasp. He held her tightly around the torso, the anger clearly growing as he tightened over her as she squirmed.

"NO! LET ME GO!" Amy screamed, twisting frantically.

Knuckles continued to tighten his grip over her until he was sure he'd snap her in two if he squeezed any tighter; he was trying his best to keep her quiet... Without really thinking, he forced her head down onto his shoulder to muffle her screams.

Amy began to sob. Why did Knuckles care about her screams when they were on an island in the sky? "Mmmph," she said resignedly.

He loosened his grip, but still kept a grasp over her head and waist, looking down at his hand; it felt stuck to her almost, and as he pulled it off, there was a thin red mark straight across her small waist, "Why are you running? I thought we were going to be friends..." he said.

"You scare me, Knuckles," Amy confessed. She'd expected him to knock her down and start raping her for this, but she wasn't going to correct him, "Please let me go back home..." she pleaded.

Knuckles began considering letting her go, hoping that if he did this, she wouldn't tell anyone... It'd take a while to gain back her trust, but at the same time, why didn't he just force her to her knees right here and start face-fucking her now? It would be so much easier, and almost as enjoyable. If he let her go, there was the very real possibility of her calling the cops, and then he’d be a fugitive forever...

Instead of allowing her out of his grasp, Knuckles shoved her down to her knees and held his cock in one hand, her head in the other; he was idly stroking it into an erection, a wild gleam in his eyes.

Amy started to wail again, half-wishing she hadn't run. She began to twist in his grip, "No, Knuckles, please!" she begged him, "I... I didn't mean to run, I... oh god, please don't!"

Knuckles paid little attention to her and instead began to force his tensed erection between her delicate lips, until finally he entered her and felt her tongue running under it. "Suck it down, and you don't get yourself killed..."

Amy began to suck weakly, tears running down her face. The urge to bite down was massive, but she fought it back, knowing Knuckles would probably snap her neck if she tried something as stupid as that.

“Harder,” Knuckles moaned. She complied unhappily.

About half-a-minute later, Knuckles exploded in her mouth, feeling her gag as he unloaded, and finally he pulled out, allowing a thin strand to leak out of her mouth, "Want some more?" he said in a slightly maniacal voice, looking down at her and smiling.

Amy choked slightly on it, "No... no..." she begged again.

"Then don't fucking run away again... And at least you won't get any down your throat..." he said, lifting her head up by the chin with his left hand, staring down her with malice clear in his violet eyes. "Run away, you might just accidentally get your neck broken, if you get my drift."

"My friends... will notice I'm missing," Amy whispered.

"I know full and well... Let 'em come," Knuckles said a little triumphantly, "Let Sonic come, let him try to take you back. The only thing he'll get is death for interfering..."

Amy stared up at Knuckles - right now he wasn't letting her look anywhere else, "You're crazy," she managed.

"Crazy about getting my own way?" Knuckles scoffed, "Surely you've gotten your own way before, you’re just angry because I'm getting mine?" he finally let go of her chin and continued staring down at her, before finally continuing, "Now, bend over, bitch."

"Oh, no..." Amy pleaded, "No, no, no..."

"Yes!" Knuckles said, repeating; "I said, bend over!"

Amy resisted as Knuckles forced her into position, dragging down the trousers she'd borrowed from him. Her rear still had dried blood and his cum on it, "Please don't do this!" she wailed, "Oh, please... think, Knuckles!"

Knuckles decided to show her a little ‘mercy’, and stuck it in her vagina instead of her ass. Once he was all the way in, he began pumping slowly.

Amy screamed. It wasn't quite as bad as before, but it was still frightening, extremely painful, and above all, degrading and humiliating, "Please... oh god Knuckles... please stop..." she panted.

To be honest, Knuckles was taking it a lot easier this time around, allowing Amy to adjust to his movements and going much slower at first before building up speed steadily; it was much more pleasurable even for himself to do it this way, and he was really getting off on her squeals as he bottomed out of her.

Amy continued to cry even so, clawing at the ground in a useless attempt to get away. One word screamed itself over and over in her mind, Why? She thought, desperately, Why me?

Knuckles pulled out at the last second, a low moan escaping him as he sent his load out onto her rear, a few droplets landing on her small tail. He continued his low moan as he milked the last of it from his swollen cock himself.

Amy collapsed, "So I'm your personal fucktoy now..." she said bitterly.

"Yep," Knuckles said in a cool, but slightly breathless tone, looking down at her with an expressionless stare, "Did you expect to get away so soon?"

"Can't blame a girl for trying," Amy said quietly. Knuckles lay down beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist and stroking her belly. There was some silence, before she said, "I don't suppose there's anywhere on your island that I can scrub you off me?"

“Try the spring down there..." Knuckles said, pointing to a rather large and slightly bubbling hot spring, surrounded by thin trees and miscellaneous foliage.

Amy stood up shakily and walked away from him, wanting to lie down and scream to the heavens, that this wasn't fair, what had she done to deserve this? And the heavens would open and say, "Oh, it's not fair? Sorry, we got the wrong Amy, here, have your life back."

Yeah, right. She looked at the spring. Knuckles was watching her intently, and he wasn't going to leave any time soon. She peeled off the clothes she'd only just put on, and stepped into the spring, trying to cover as much of her body as possible.

Knuckles was idly stroking himself as he watched her in the spring, not caring if she saw or not. He took in the sight of her bathing in the spring completely, watching her every move and beginning to rub much quicker, until he gave in all over his hand; he wiped it on the ground and kept watching, making sure to keep an eye on her, lest she try to escape.

Amy shuddered, wiping herself down as blood, sweat and cum loosened and dissolved in the water. She wanted to run, but knew it would be insane to try. Even when her body was clean, she still felt dirty. The spring was helping her relax a little, but fear still gnawed at her insides like a rabid dog.

Knuckles continued to watch from a distance, even more aroused than previously due to the sheer beauty of her naked, wet body; it was all too pleasurable, despite the fact that he'd already raped her every way he could think of, something just forced him to keep looking... He could tell he wouldn't get bored of her easily.

Once Amy had washed herself off, she looked down at the water. She wondered if Knuckles would allow her to drown herself in it, and decided that she might as well try; for the moment at least it looked like death was the only way out. She plunged her head under the water and started breathing in water.

Knuckles quickly jumped from his spot on the ground behind the trees and made a mad jump in after her, and pulled her out by the shoulders, "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" he bellowed.

"Trying... to escape..." Amy coughed up some water. She'd wanted to die, but her body hadn't been eager to accept it. She didn't struggle, or even cry, but sat there, her head hanging.

"You fucking sick bitch," Knuckles said in almost a whisper, giving her a sharp slap in the face, "Try it again, I don't think you'll take a liking to what happens to your ass afterwards."

"You're calling me sick?" Amy rubbed her cheek, "You only want me alive so you can fuck me."

"How about we trade places..." Knuckles began, "You sit there, guarding that fucking emerald 24/7, not being able to do anything else. How desperate would you be then?" he finished, anger rising in his voice, his hand clenched in a tight fist.

Amy cowered slightly, but she still had fight left in her, "No, I got a better idea - we trade places, and you get a piece of meat forced up your ass whenever I get bored?"

Knuckles yelled in rage and punched her across the jaw; "I'm sorry, you'll have to speak a little louder, you little bitch."

Amy gave a sob of pain. She could taste blood in her mouth, "Yes, I'd be pretty miserable too, trapped up here guarding an overrated piece of jewellery."

"Exactly." Knuckles finished, putting down his hand, and setting Amy down very gently on her feet in the water, looking very hard at her breasts.

Amy stood up, trying to cover herself, "You shouldn't do this, Knuckles," she said unhappily, "Not to me, not to anybody."

"I swear to God I felt like I would die if I went any longer alone," Knuckles said, looking down at his own hands, "I would've gone insane..."

"And kidnapping me and forcing me to be your sex slave isn't?" Amy said before she could stop herself.

Knuckles was starting to get sick of this. "No... It's not. Because I have someone else here, no matter if they know my loneliness or not," he began, "Because someone's there at all..."

Amy tried to squeeze her hair dry. For a moment she felt sorry for Knuckles. She gave herself a mental slap. Feel sorry for him? He was raping her! She gathered up her clothes, holding them in front of her naked body, "I think you need to talk to someone, Knuckles," she said.

"I am talking to someone. Unless you're not a person?" Knuckles said sarcastically, looking down upon her, and allowing his eyes to roam over her body a little.

Amy glared at him, "Well if I am going to have to live up here for a while," she said, an icy tone to her voice as she turned away from him and dressed, "Being a person, I need to eat. What do you eat up here?"

"Whatever's on the trees or in the bushes," Knuckles said, looking over at one particular berry bush; he jumped out of the spring and walked towards it. After reaching it, he picked two or three particularly large berries from it and held them out so Amy could see them. "Au naturale, you could say."

"And they're not poisonous?" Amy asked.

"No," Knuckles said; he popped one in his mouth just to prove it, chewed it a bit, and swallowed it. "Want a few? They're pretty damn juicy."

"Okay," Amy took some from him, sat on the grass, and started to eat. There was silence for a while, and when she'd finished, she hugged her knees and looked across the landscape. There wasn't much to do on Floating Island. She guessed Knuckles had been fine most of his life, and then he'd found out about the people who had a normal life, and got... angry. She mentally slapped herself again. Stop feeling sorry for him! "You know, we never stopped you from coming and associating with us," she pointed out, not looking at him.

"That's… true..." Knuckles said slowly, looking back at Amy with a slightly softened expression on his face, "I honestly never considered it..."

"I don't suppose you'll let me go now," Amy half asked, half stated.

"Fat chance," Knuckles said automatically and without even thinking. "Maybe later... But for now, no fucking way."

Amy rubbed her head. Maybe later... she didn't feel like waiting until Knuckles got bored of her. It had taken him almost 15 years to get bored of living alone on the Floating Island, "You can't watch me all the time," she said absent-mindedly, "I'll find a way off. It'll give me something to do."

"Alright." Knuckles said in a rather bored tone, "You keep thinking you'll get off. Maybe you will get off before I allow it, but you won't be alive when you hit solid ground again."

"You seem to get off it on a regular basis," Amy pointed out, "And back on too. You can't glide up. There has to be a way off here."

"Like I said, you just won't be living when you get back into the city," Knuckles said plainly, "But also as I said, you may get off when I'm finished with you. Until then... Enjoy it or die."

"Enjoy it?!" Amy spat, "How in hell do you propose I do that?!"

"Stop trying to leave, first off," Knuckles began, "Then, let whatever I do happen. You know it won't hurt nearly as bad if you don't struggle," he finished; he then remembered that she didn't even attempt to resist the last couple of times he'd raped her, "In any case, you'll get off a lot easier, so to speak, if you just calm down."

Amy just sat there for a while, absorbing it. Everything Knuckles was saying was true. Insane, but true. She put her head in her hands and started to sob.

Knuckles simply sat and allowed her to sob. He then sat and began thinking how he might make this easier on the both of them... Every step she took, every breath she took, and every word she'd uttered has been one he gave her, but something felt wrong... Somehow he knew something terrible was going to happen, but what it was, he hadn't a clue.

He shrugged it off and looked back to Amy, moving closer, draping his arms around her shoulders and stroking her breasts, "What the hell's wrong with you?"

"If you have to ask, you couldn't possibly understand," Amy replied through her tears.

"Ah... Right." Knuckles said, figuring it was best not to make any more a fool of himself; it had been plainly obvious what had been the thorn in her side the whole time, yet he was ignorant enough to ignore it entirely, "Just calm down and this'll be way easier on your part."

Amy didn't answer him this time, but tried to calm herself. It wasn't easy at all, but after several gulping breaths, she managed to regain her composure, still staring at the horizon for a freedom she was certain she'd never now attain.

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Harley: Ew. Knuckles needs HELP.

Darkhaven: I’ll say. Continue, People. Traditionally, the person who leaves the most interesting review gets their name mentioned in the intro. Unless you’re all as boring as hell. Then you can go on to the next Chapter.