Bloody Domination (Revised)

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Bloody Domination

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Terminus Est

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Harley: Cool song, Anon! Thanks for the effort. But don’t try any more impromptu poetry - unless it’s fanfiction and you’re posting it - because it won’t get you mentioned again.

Terminus: I must admit that we’re both a little surprised at the reviews. Not a single “You’re sick!” message among them. Which goes to show that you can underestimate even reviewers sometimes.

Harley: Anyway, on with the sadism! If you’ve read Chapter Two, you probably already know it’s gonna be nasty.

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Chapter Three: A Wilted Rose

Sonic looked down at Tails, who was curled up crying in his lap. The young fox had been inconsolable ever since he found out about the death of his little friend Cream. There was no murder weapon - although it was pretty obvious what had been used - and none of the fingerprints or body fluids matched anyone on file.

The body had been dumped in the dead of night on Amy Rose's doorstep, stuffed in a sack, with thirteen stab wounds and, they found later, evidence of rape. A few hours later, the body of Cheese had been found in a garbage bin in the Mall, confirming that Cream had been kidnapped in broad daylight, when Amy and Sonic were there. All the same, there were no solid witnesses who might have seen Cream’s kidnapper. The thought made Sonic’s blood boil.

It was a week later now, the day after the funeral. Amy, Tails and Charmee had cried non-stop, while Sonic had watched silently with Knuckles and the other members of Team Chaotix. Now Sonic sat on his couch, holding his best friend in his arms and trying to comfort him, but nothing seemed to soothe the kitsune.

What could he say to Tails? Seeing other people in anguish made him uncomfortable. He wasn't good at dispensing words of pity. He just sat with Tails and stroked the boy's head. He figured even being there would be good for the kid.

The phone rang, and expecting it to be a friend calling to sympathise, Sonic picked it up without a second thought. He almost dropped it again when an eerily familiar, smooth voice spoke, "Evening, Sonic," the voice almost purred.

"Good grief, what the hell do you want now?" said Sonic. "My friend is crying his heart out because of what happened to some girl he knew down the street. I don't have any time for your bullshit. Go away!"

"Funny, that... I'd have thought you'd be more interested in me now... since I killed her..." the voice sniggered nastily, "Her and that horrible Chao she owned..."

Sonic's blood turned to ice in his veins and his skin turned ghostly pale, "Oh, God. Oh, God," he muttered under his breath, before putting the receiver back against his head. "You bastard. You bastard!"

"You think what I did to her was bad?" the voice asked, "She was just a warning. Poor Amy... Poor Tails... both quite distraught, weren't they? And that upsets you, doesn't it?"

"Listen to me, if you so much as lay a finger on them, I'll rip you limb from limb. No one hurts my friends and gets away with it. I'll kill you. I'll kill you!" Sonic was almost hyperventilating, wishing he could reach out and crush whoever was calling him. "I'll kill you! Do you hear me?" he screamed.

Tails looked up at Sonic, frightened by his older friend's fury. He had never see Sonic this angry before.

"Oh, dying's not so bad, Sonic," the voice said calmly, "Trust me on that one. I just got a little overexcited with Cream. But hey..." another evil snicker, "Practice makes perfect."

"You're a monster," said Sonic. "A despicable, soulless monster."

"Do you know where I am right now, Sonic?" the voice asked, "I want you to guess. I'm pressing the doorbell right now..." In the background, the chorus of ‘Follow Me’ rang out, slightly tinny.

Sonic gasped. He threw the phone down and dashed out the door, heading to Amy's house as fast as his legs could carry him. Scenery blurred by as he ran towards Amy's house to stop this mystery killer from hurting any more of his friends. His mind was filled with deadly resolve. He would kill this monster if he had to.

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Amy opened the door to her apartment to see the black and red hedgehog standing in the doorway, a look of pure malice in his crimson eyes, "Oh my God! Shadow!" Amy cried out, "You're dead! You're dead!" She backed away in shock as the supposedly dead hedgehog pushed his way into her house

"Wrong," Shadow said icily, "Why so scared, Amy? Do you really think I'm going to hurt you after all you did for me?" His voice sounded cool and calm, but his eyes looked all wrong, betraying if not his intent, his current state of mind.

"I can see the look in your eyes. You're up to no good, I know it. Get out of my house." She reached into a pocket of her blouse.

"Very well, Amy," Shadow's arm shot out and he grabbed her by the neck. He wasn't squeezing, but his grip was like iron, "But you're coming with me."

Amy screamed and thrashed, trying to break his grip. She pulled out a spray can of mace and sprayed it directly into Shadow's face, "Help!" she screamed. "Sonic! Police! Anybody! Help!"

"GAH! SHIT!" Shadow dropped Amy with a series of curses, and rubbed his eyes, "YOU LITTLE BITCH!" he roared, suddenly enraged.

Amy took the opportunity to dodge past him out of her front door, down the stairs and out the front, not daring to look back. Had Shadow lost his mind? Why was he doing this? She ran faster and faster, running down alleyways to try to lose her pursuer.

Shadow growled, turned, and chased after Amy. Within a few seconds he had caught up with her. He swung his fist at her, and it connected. Even as a hasty, glancing blow, it sent her flying across the alley and into a dumpster. He advanced on her rapidly and produced a sharp knife. He hesitated for a second, and then leapt onto her, wrapping one arm around her neck, holding the knife against it. A blue blur rushed by the alleyway, and Amy opened her mouth to cry out, but the knife stroked against her neck, and Shadow pressed one finger to her lips with a little smile.

"Shhhh..." he whispered.

She trembled, staring into Shadow's eyes. Sonic had whizzed right by them. He was probably several blocks away by now. There was no one to help her. She had to do something. Anything. She discreetly bent her leg and then kicked Shadow right in the groin.

Shadow's eyes crossed and he cursed, but a guy who was barely slowed down by full-strength Mace wasn't really going to be put off by a kick in the groin. The knife barely trembled. Shadow looked straight into Amy's eyes, "Try that again," he said, "And I will cut your kneecaps off."

Amy trembled and stared at him in horror, "Why?" she whispered.

"Because I don't like being kicked in the balls!" Shadow dealt Amy a quick punch to the face, "Now... you're coming with me." He stood up and pulled Amy up with him, one hand holding her arm tightly, the other brushing a knife against her throat, "You don't have to die," he warned her, "Not if you're good."

"Good?" What did Shadow mean? Did he intend to make her work for him? Her mind was filled with revulsion at the idea of abetting whatever monstrous plan he was up to. But she knew she had no choice.

"Walk with me," Shadow's grip on Amy was unshakable as they walked into the darker, more unpleasant parts of Central City, "You know something, Amy? You've been on my mind a lot," he told her, "Ever since I died, in fact. You just will not stop reminding me of Maria."

"Maybe you should remember Maria's last wish to you,” Amy suggested shakily, “To bring happiness to the world? You're bringing no one happiness."

Shadow's eyes flashed, angry, "I brought the world hope and happiness! And what happened to me? I died! So don't you DARE twist Maria's words against me!"

"Many people would be proud to die for a good cause!” Amy replied, “You're the one twisting her words. It’s like I don't know you anymore!"

Shadow shook his head, "I fell through the atmosphere, and I hit the ground and I was picked up by Eggman." Shadow gestured to some of his scars, "Your blue fake wouldn't let me die with dignity... so he's going to suffer... the same way I did..."

"You did die with dignity,” Amy insisted, “You died with honour! You saved the world! I've seen Sonic looking at your power ring that he keeps in his room, reminiscing about you. He never wanted to harm you."

"Shut up!" Shadow's eyes flashed - this time with tears, "Nobody misses me! Nobody really cares!" They had taken so many rapid turns now that Amy was quite lost. Shadow had stopped outside a battered door. There was a horrible smell from inside. He opened it with a key and pushed Amy in. She tripped on the stairs and fell in, while he followed her and turned on the light that swung overhead.

"You don't have to do this! Sonic was your friend! You brought his anger upon yourself!" Amy said as she got up and dusted off her dress. "And what is this place, anyway?"

She looked around a cellar of dark grey stone, with a wooden ceiling. The air was musty and thick with unnameable, disgusting smells. Stagnant water pooled in the corners, shining iridescent grey. Water dripped from the rafters above. She cringed and brushed her hand through her spines as a drop fell onto her head. There was a filthy mattress in one corner, a dark stain in the middle of the floor, and a large knife in the corner.

"My hidey-hole," Shadow said. He picked up the other knife, still covered in blood, "I killed Cream, right where you're standing." He grinned, "She didn't put up much of a fight. Then again, she thought I might let her go."

Amy gasped in shock and fell to her knees, staring at the stain at the floor. "How dare you! How dare you! You monster!" She collapsed onto the floor, crying and pounding the stone floor with her fists.

"SHUT UP!" Shadow bellowed, and struck Amy so hard that she slammed into the wall.

Her vision almost went black as her head struck the wall and a fiery pain shot through her head. A trickle of blood ran down her face from a cut in her forehead. She looked at Shadow in shock, horror, anger, and fear. Was he going to kill her too?

Shadow dropped the knife and walked towards Amy. His expression had changed again. He brushed a tear away from her cheek with a finger, "You're very strange, Amy," he said quietly, "Why do you worship that stupid blue fake? He's arrogant, reckless, domineering, rude and selfish - I can give you all of that!"

"Because Sonic cares about me, even if he's afraid to admit it to me or himself,” Amy insisted, “You don't care about anyone. All you seem to care about now is getting revenge and hurting those who you think have wronged you. How dare you even compare himself to Sonic? You're the fake!"

Shadow shuddered in sudden anger, "He doesn't love you, Amy... but he does care. He's a caring sort of person. That's your problem. You confuse him caring for you, for love."

"He's afraid to love,” Amy said, “When he grows up a bit, I know he'll understand. But you love no one. I don't even think you love Maria anymore. I don't want anything to do with you!"

"I'm not exactly giving you a choice, Amy," Shadow rested his hands on her shoulders, then ran them down her sides, "Has Sonic ever told you that... you're actually..." his lips rested very close to her ear, "Quite beautiful?"

"Don't touch me!" Amy shrieked, lurching away from him. "Sonic would never touch me without my permission! That wasn't love, that was just, just, predatory, like an animal looking for meat!"

"Now you're getting it..." Shadow laughed suddenly, and gripped her wrists. He buried his muzzle in her neck and breathed in, "You're a virgin, aren't you, Amy?"

"I'm not saying anything to you, you creature! Let me go!" Amy strained at Shadow's grip, but he was much stronger than she, making it futile.

"Of course you're a virgin, you're 12 years old," Shadow grinned, "Then again, Cream was only six..."

"You... you raped her!" Amy shrieked, "How could you?" She shook in terror, realizing that he intended to do the same to her. The door out of the cellar was thick wood, and would stop any sounds emanating from the cellar. No one would hear her cry out for help.

"Yes, I raped her," Shadow nodded, "And then I stabbed her to death. I don't know why I did that... once you're dead, all your problems should be over. But..." he shuddered, "That's a lie. Your problems aren't over when you die." With that, he lunged forward and forced Amy into a frightening, bruising kiss.

Amy thrashed helplessly, trying to break Shadow's gasp. She couldn't believe her ears. Shadow was not just bloodthirsty, he was stark raving mad. His grip was like iron, painful and inescapable.

Shadow continued to kiss Amy, not letting up, his hands now moving over her body slowly, squeezing gently, but in intimate, private places. By now his tongue had forced her lips apart and was investigating her mouth. He had pushed her almost flat on her back, and she could see that he had closed his eyes. Eventually he broke the kiss, looking down into her wide, frightened eyes, "Nice..." he whispered.

"I hate you," Amy spat. She crossed her arms over her chest, staring at him defiantly. The mask had come off, and Shadow had been revealed as a savage creature motivated by carnal desires. His eyes were full of vicious lust.

Shadow looked angry again, "I don't think you understand," he said, "In here, I am in charge." With a horrible grin, he reached up Amy's dress and rummaged around in her knickers to make his point.

Amy shrieked as she felt Shadow touch her slit. She snarled and slapped him across the face, but the black hedgehog didn't even seem to care, "You filthy beast!" she shouted.

Shadow pulled his hand back again, "Amy," he said, "You could really enjoy this, if you stopped fighting it. You mistook me for faker once. Perhaps you'd like to try it again?"

"I don't enjoy being preyed upon. I want someone who respects me, not an… an animal! You only want to use me!" She spat in his face.

Shadow wiped his face, growled suddenly, and struck Amy's face again, "Of course I want to use you," he snarled, "What good are you otherwise?"

"I'm a person, just like Sonic and Tails and Cream!” Amy cried out, “Sonic understands this. You're the one who is no good!"

For a moment, Shadow looked as if he was going to kill Amy. Then he grabbed her neck, "I am ten thousand times better than that pathetic excuse for a piece of shit!" he hissed, "And you will know it by the time I have done with you!" With those words, Shadow kissed Amy again, violently moving his lips against her.

Amy punched him in the stomach, but Shadow just kept going, like a shark in a feeding frenzy. There was no humanity, no compassion in his eyes. It was an expression that filled her with terror.

After several seconds, Amy became aware that Shadow was shifting back and forth on top of her. His body weighed her down, and his hips were pushing against hers. His hands started to reach around her body, searching for the buttons to undo her dress.

Amy screamed and writhed as Shadow began to remove her clothes. She tried to throttle him, but he batted her arms away and kept at it. In desperation, she bit Shadow on the arm as hard as she could.

Shadow swore again and sat up, one arm trickling blood. He slapped Amy, and tore a strip from her dress and tied it around her mouth, "I'd rather leave your mouth free," he said, "But if you're not going to behave, I guess I'll have to find other places to stick my cock. Are you going to behave?" he asked, his voice a growl.

Amy thrashed around, making her defiance clear in any way she could. She swung punches at Shadow, which he easily deflected. She tried to yell at him, but muffled noises were all she could get through the gag.

"I'll take that as a no," Shadow growled. He pulled off Amy's training bra and began to grope her breasts, "Oh, Amy... I wish you could enjoy this as much as I do..."

Amy thrashed some more, but Shadow held her limbs down. Her eyes were like green fire, blazing with fury and hatred. If she could, she would have strangled him. His touch felt like the ultimate violation, something which went through her skin and flesh and into her very soul

Shadow could feel himself severely aroused by Amy's struggles and the hatred in her eyes. He pulled off his gloves and pushed his hand into her knickers once again, this time stroking her slit.

Amy let out a cry as he touched her most intimate of places and tried even harder to escape his grasp. As she felt a finger penetrate her, she brought her arms up so hard that one of them broke against the force of Shadow's arm, eliciting a strangled scream of agony.

Shadow suddenly flinched at this scream. He pulled his finger out of her and looked into her eyes, "Now do you understand?" he asked, "That wouldn't have happened if you had just been sensible and just lain still." He stroked her face gently, "Now you can hardly struggle at all."

Amy was in too much pain to fight anymore and just watched helplessly as Shadow indulged himself. She could see an engorged phallus begin to poke out from under his fur. She knew what ‘boy parts’ were like, but she never knew that they could swell up and become rigid like that. His penis looked frighteningly large to the inexperienced girl, far too large to fit inside her.

Shadow smiled, still touching her, "And now you can't fight back at all," he said again, sliding one finger inside her slowly and carefully. His other hand moved over her body, stroking her intimately, but his touch was uninvited.

Amy whimpered as she felt intense bursts of strange and unfamiliar feelings rush through her body. They were incredibly intense, and she imagined if they had come benevolently, she would have liked them. But here and now they were degrading, humiliating, and unbearable

"I really wanted you to enjoy this, Amy," Shadow said, kissing her on the forehead, "But you just had to be difficult... you had to fight me. You know something? I'm actually quite glad of that."

Amy's terror and anguish were now accompanied by even more confusion at Shadow's remarks. She had no idea what he meant. His words were an incoherent, obscene mockery of tenderness, like a cross turned upside down and transfigured into an emblem of evil. Every comment seemed to make less sense than the last

Shadow pulled off Amy's final undergarments, and sat on her belly, his cock almost fully erect, "There are just... so many things I want..." he moaned softly, and ripped off her gag, leaning forward, "For a start, I want to hear you scream my name..."

Amy said nothing, deciding to defy Shadow through inaction rather than action. His erection stretched out in front of him, slick and slimy from the natural oils used to lubricate it and let it slide smoothly in and out of its sheath. The feeling of it on her was revolting. She wanted to die, right here, right now, and end her misery. But she had a feeling death would take its time in reaching her.

Shadow narrowed his eyes, "You will scream my name," he told Amy, his expression hardening again, "Even if I have to break your other arm!" With that, he rolled her roughly onto her front, jolting her fractured arm, and wrapped his arms around her waist, "Or would you rather I pretended to be Sonic?" he asked her, his hands groping her breasts again.

Amy decided to put an ironic twist into complying with his demand. "Shadow, I hope you burn in hell!" she screamed. "Burn in hell!"

"Close enough," Shadow smirked, and lifted the remains of Amy's dress. Then he forced his cock, slick with natural lubricants, between her tight butt-cheeks and into her anus.

Amy shrieked, a blood-curdling, frighteningly loud scream of excruciating agony that was even louder than the screams Cream made. Her rectum tore and blood seeped around the opening, trickling down Shadow's shaft, lubricating it. She screamed again as he withdrew slightly and thrust into her once more.

As Shadow's hands squeezed her body and his hips thrust forward, Amy could hear his breathing becoming deep-seated grunts, like some animal in heat. She was aware of his cock buried deep inside of her, but also of his muzzle buried in her fur, taking in deep lungfulls of her scent.

Amy's own breathing became a strained rasp as pain overwhelmed her. It was as if Shadow's penis was burning her insides, tearing delicate membranes and nerve endings. It dragged on for what seemed like an eternity, the repetitive, rhythmic thrusting and the accompanying bursts of pain.

Shadow moaned again, and she could feel him trembling inside her as his irregular, brutal thrusts sped up. He was really enjoying this. It wasn't just some sort of crazed revenge trip; he was really enjoying this, enjoying fucking her, violating her body.

Amy felt like a lamb being eaten alive by a wolf as Shadow got his thrills from desecrating the temple of her body. Her pain was his pleasure. She wanted him to die slowly, painfully, feeling all the pain she felt multiplied a hundredfold. If anyone deserved death in her eyes, Shadow now did.

She became aware of Shadow now pulling her into a kneeling position. His arms still wrapped tightly around her waist, and as his hips thrust forward, he pulled her back against him, groping at her body viciously, lustfully, as he did so, "Scream my name," he panted in her ear, pulling her against him, "Scream my name and I'll end it..."

Feeling no other choice, she complied, "Shadow!" she screamed in one last degradation, a defilement of her spirit to match that of her body. And that bastard Shadow loved it. She hated his guts.

True to his word, Shadow thrust into her one more time, and blew his load inside her anus. Several seconds passed as a shudder of deep pleasure went through his body, and his cock wilted and left her body, "There... that wasn't so bad, was it?" he panted into her ear, slightly mockingly, his hands still moving over her, more gently now.

Amy shuddered at Shadow's touch, a twisted perversion of tenderness, the holy made unholy, a touch that turned people into meat. His words rang hollow, ramblings made to further debase her. Everything he was saying and doing was filled with falsity.

"Well?" Shadow's voice suddenly became dangerous again, "Nothing to say about your first time, Amy? Don't worry, you're still a virgin - sort of." he stroked her front slit with a soft chuckle.

"I hate you," said Amy as tears streamed down her face, "I hate you! I want you to die!" She slammed her fist against the stone floor and cried.

Shadow shook his head, and turned Amy around, "Be careful what you wish for, Amy," he said. Unexpectedly, he picked her up and carried her across the room, laying her down on a filthy, stinking mattress. It smelt of urine, and blood, and sweat, but most of all it smelt as if Shadow had been jacking off on it a lot. It was what he had been sleeping on for the last month or so. He was giving her what compromised as a bed in this hole. He smiled down at her, "You'd better get some rest, my beauty," he said softly, "Because even though this has been a most depressing, discouraging day... there's another one coming tomorrow."

Amy spit on the hard cold ground as Shadow left the room. She was not sure who she wanted to die more, Shadow or herself. She curled up and slowly fell into fitful, restless sleep.

Shadow stopped at the bottom of the steps to the cellar, wiping himself off slowly. He shook his head. He'd had a whole week to plan this. If he was going to keep Amy here until he'd fucked her every way he could think of, he'd have to feed her. But he hadn't planned for her breaking her arm. For some reason, even though the idea of raping her until she couldn't even look a man in the face seriously appealed, he didn't want her to end up crippled. He'd have to get a splint or something. And now she was using his bed - what the hell was he going to sleep on? He shrugged. It didn't matter. The absolute certainty that Sonic was probably going insane with worry more than made up for having to sleep on bare concrete.

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Harley: Whatever you say, don’t say we didn’t warn you.

Terminus: Geez, but this is soul-destroying to write.