Bloody Domination (Revised)

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Bloody Domination

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Terminus Est

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Harley: If you think we’re making a big deal of Shadow raping Amy by having two chapters, don’t get too annoyed - it’s just that Cream was easing you in. Two chapters per victim will be the norm soon.

Terminus: Yes. Now remember, since this is all happening directly post Sonic Advance 2, Amy is 12! Isn’t that AWFUL!

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Chapter Four: Me Shadow, You Victim

Amy didn't know how much time had passed in the cellar. No natural light got in, that was for sure. But Shadow had been acting... weird. More so than before. First he had very carefully bound up her fractured arm in a makeshift splint. Then he had come down again with a pizza to share. He'd told her she could eat or starve, it was all one to him. So she'd eaten, and it hadn't been poisoned. And apart from the frequent lustful glance, he hadn't tried it on. She knew though, that it was only a matter of time. Even now, the door to the cellar was unlocking, and shoes were treading down the stairs.

Her ears perked up as the footsteps became louder. Was Shadow going to torture her again? Was he really sincere with that show of tenderness he had put on earlier? She didn't know what to think.

Shadow turned on the dim light. Once again he was smiling that calm, reassuring smirk, but that meant nothing now. He looked at her in a way that said 'you're mine', and walked over to her, sitting next to her on the dirty mattress.

"What do you want this time?" Amy said. "Going to play Mr. Nice Guy again? I can see right through you. You just want me to live longer so you can use me!"

"Oh, Amy," Shadow put on a look that suggested her words had hurt his feelings, "You talk as if you don't enjoy it." He ran his fingers over her uninjured arm.

"Of course I don't enjoy it. No one enjoys being raped,” Amy replied, flinching away from him, “You're a sick bastard."

"I'm just taking my revenge," Shadow smirked, "Is that so wrong?" he didn't wait for an answer, "That stupid blue fake and his friends are going frantic up there," he gestured with a hand to the ceiling, "They can't find you. And they won't find you."

"You’re taking revenge for something he never did to you!” Amy said, “Are you insane?"

"He let me drop," Shadow growled, becoming angry again, "He let me die. I didn't want to die. Not really. Not truly. Nobody does. And yet... there are many worse things than death."

Amy ‘humphed’ and stared right into his eyes with a burning gaze, "Sonic tried to save you. I watched him try to save you. Don't say that he just let you die because I saw him trying to save you with my own eyes!"

Shadow narrowed his eyes, "HE LET ME DROP!" he screamed, and slapped Amy sharply. She had been right. Somewhere in that fall, Shadow had lost his grip on reality.

Amy glowered at him. "And what is this fate worse than death you speak of?"

"Life," Shadow hissed. With a shudder of suppressed rage, he regained some semblance of calm again, "Life is pain," he gestured to the scars on his body, "Remembering is pain. It is all suffering and loss." He stroked her face gently, "I want to forget, and this is the only way." Once again he had moved dangerously close to her.

"You're mad. Stark raving mad!” Amy told him, “Why don't you get help? You can let someone make your pain go away instead of spreading it to other people."

"You will make my pain go away," Shadow replied, "You and the others." With one arm looped around her shoulders, Shadow had pulled himself close to Amy again, and his other hand was moving over her already naked body slowly, "Bring hope to humanity indeed. There's no such thing as humanity."

"You don't know what you're talking about," Amy stammered, her blood running cold in her veins. "Go and see a doctor. Please! They can help you. Just stop doing this to people!"

"Go to a doctor..." Shadow growled, his hand suddenly tightening on a handful of Amy's flesh, "Doctors made me what I am!"

Amy yelped in pain as Shadow's fingers closed around her. "Gerald Robotnik was a madman! If you hate the person who made you what you are, why do you carry out his insane plans?"

"I carry out my own plans now," Shadow hissed. He loosened his grip and cupped her face in his hand, gently but unyielding, "No wonder Sonic wont screw you. You talk too much, and he doesn't have the guts to shut you up. He doesn't know what he's missing..." Shadow leered horribly.

"Sonic's not a murderer or a rapist," spat Amy. "You will never be half the man Sonic is."

Shadow's face twisted up in sudden rage, "I AM TEN TIMES THE MAN SONIC IS!" he screamed, and hit Amy again, pushing her onto her back and looking down at her, shaking with fury and lust.

"You're not a man," said Amy. "You're a monster."

"Shut... up," Shadow snarled, producing his knife again and brushing it against Amy's face, "Just shut up, or I will cut you." To make good his threat, he pushed the knife deep into Amy's arm, "Again," he added.

Amy screamed as the knife pierced her flesh. It felt like a flaming arrow as it ripped through skin and muscle, drawing blood. Shadow's eyes gleamed with rage, lust, and pure madness in the dim light of the cellar. There was no sanity left in him. He had become as psychotic as his maker had once been.

Shadow grinned at the sound of Amy's cry of pain. He was ready to cut her again anyway, just to hear it again, but if he did it again he knew he'd end up killing her, and he didn't want her dead... yet. He could smell her blood and feel her fear, and it was intensely arousing. So he leant forward and pressed his lips to hers in a bruising, lustful, uninvited kiss.

Amy could do nothing as Shadow performed his little violation. It was as if Shadow had thrown off all rationality and become an animal, a flesh-ravening beast running on instinct and malice. She could only lay helpless as the feral hedgehog had his way with her.

Shadow moaned softly as his tongue invaded Amy's mouth and his fingers pressed against her body. Amy could already feel his cock stiffening against her belly. Finally he broke the kiss, trailing his fingers down her body, "Now," he said, his voice full of malice, "Who is in charge?"

Amy didn't say anything. She couldn't debase herself like this, not even with a madman like Shadow on top of her. She just looked away and remained silent.

Shadow slapped her again with a soft growl, and pulled off his gloves. His bare hands once again moved over her body, rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples, "I will make you come for me," he snarled, "So you can't deny who you really belong to."

"I belong to Sonic," said Amy, "But Sonic would never do this to me."

"Sonic wouldn't dare," Shadow replied. One hand began to rub between Amy's legs, against her slit. The other continued to squeeze her breasts.

Amy couldn't imagine how anyone could feel pleasure from such molestation. Her heart was black with hatred for Shadow. If she could, she would kill him. How could a person be so completely devoid of conscience?

"I'll give you a choice, Amy," Shadow told her, still rubbing her body, rubbing his almost fully erect cock up through the fur on her belly, "You can have it in your mouth, or up your cunt." His eyes were shining with insanity, and Amy knew she had to give him some kind of answer. When she hesitated, he produced the knife again and stabbed her quickly in the thigh, "CHOOSE!" he shouted.

She cried out in pain again, and hesitated for a moment longer, almost too disgusted to say a word. Almost. "Mouth," she finally managed to whisper, humiliation evident in her voice. Whatever hurts less, she thought.

"Good girl," Shadow said, hiding the knife again, "But I promise you," he said, his voice dangerous, "If you bite down, I'll start cutting you where it doesn't grow back." He moved forward so that he was sitting on her chest, and she could see his cock, shiny with natural lubricants.

She tried not to look at the organ, which was pink and engorged with blood. It was disgusting to behold, especially considering how he was about to use it.

"Now," Shadow hissed, clearly enjoying himself, "Open wide, Amy dear." Amy opened her mouth reluctantly, and he pushed in quickly, moaning with pleasure as he began to push the organ in and out of her mouth.

The taste of the natural oils that were secreted to lubricate it in its sheath were revolting, a disgusting, slimy stuff that clung to her tongue. She had trouble breathing as it thrust in and out, and she struggled for breath each time he pulled back. It was the most degrading thing she had ever experienced.

But for Shadow, the feeling of power was euphoric. With a grunt, he pulled out of her almost fully, "Use... your tongue," he moaned with another thrust. As Amy hesitated again, he put his hands behind her head and pulled her up until her muzzle was buried in his crotch, "Do... it..." he ordered her, his voice shaking.

Horrified, she tentatively lapped at the slimy appendage that was violating her mouth, unable to believe she was doing so. She had to fight off the temptation to bite down, fearing the consequences.

Shadow grunted again, his cock seemingly swelling further in her mouth, wet with saliva and pre-cum, as he continued to push in and out, "You're... not bad, Amy," he panted, "I'd... tell you to scream my name, but..." he laughed madly as he continued to use her.

Madness was the word. There was nothing sane about Shadow now, no rationality left behind his red eyes. He laughed maniacally, his deranged mirth assaulting her ears as his penis assaulted her mouth.

"I'm going to..." Shadow told her between gasps as his thrusting sped up, "You'd better... swallow... when I do..."

Amy braced herself as he felt Shadow's penis start to convulse. She felt him bucking as if struck by lightning. His laughing became louder and even more crazed as he approached his climax.

Finally, with one more grunt and another thrust, he came inside her mouth, filling it with his translucent seed.

The liquid was thick, gooey, and vaguely salty, a disgusting warm fluid that she wished desperately to spit out. To avoid being beaten again, she swallowed it, cringing as it slid down her throat.


After what felt like forever, the horrible stuff stopped flowing, and Shadow's penis went limp in her mouth, decreasing in size. He pulled out and back, looking down at her tear and cum-streaked face with a wicked, slightly exhausted grin, "That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked her, smirking.

Amy could not help but disagree. It was the worst thing that she had ever experienced. "I hate you," she said. "I hope you die."

“Oh, Amy,” Shadow smirked, wiping himself off, and then licking his fingers, “You’re so naïve. I’m not going to die. I am the Ultimate Life Form. I am immortal.” He smirked for a bit, “Now, what shall I do with you? Because now you’ve seen my face, letting you walk around outside telling people you’ve seen me just wouldn’t do.”

Amy looked at him, horrified at the implications. Shadow was going to kill her. She saw the bloodlust in his eyes. Shadow's knife glinted in the cold, dim light of the cellar. She was too terrified to speak.

"Aw, poor little girl," Shadow stroked her face with the knife, "But there's more important things than killing you. Like, where am I going to dump you? I dumped Cream's body outside your house for a reason..." he sniggered.

"You might get away with this once, Shadow," Amy finally managed. "But you're pushing your luck now. Sonic will find you and you'll find out how immortal you really are."

"I know, I know!" Shadow grinned, apparently ignoring her, "Rouge's place. She won't put up a fight. She'll enjoy getting herself fucked, the slag that she is. I am so going to enjoy fucking her after she used me..." he sniggered and trailed his hand down Amy's arm, the one he had stabbed.

"I know Rouge,” Amy said, “She's not who she appears to be. Since you let me on a few of your secrets, I tell you one of mine: she's a government agent who came to study you and kill you when the study is over. So she's already ready for you."

Shadow just laughed, "Can she run at the speed of sound? Or teleport? She'll have to, to keep away from me. And eventually, she'll tire and I'll take her. That is going to piss those government bastards off real big, having one of their top agents raped to death..." he sniggered again.

"I don't think she needs to keep away from you. I think she'll kill you," Amy snarled. "Government killers aren't paid to run away from people."

"Aw, Amy, I never thought you'd be so concerned over what happens to that arrogant bitch," Shadow wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "That is so sweet."

"Shut up," Amy spat as she pulled his arm off her. "I wouldn't care if the devil himself killed you as long as you were dead."

Shadow shrugged, "Out of curiosity, Amy, have you started your menstrual cycle yet?" he asked with a smirk.

"I'm not going to tell you," she said as she glared at him. "You disgusting pervert."

"Oh well, doesn't really make any difference," Shadow said amicably. He ran his hands through her quills, "Sonic really doesn't know what he's missing," he said again, "Maybe I should tell him at some point."

"Sonic doesn't rape people," Amy snarled. "He would never do this to anyone."

"But you want him to, don't you?" Shadow said, "Well, not to rape you, perhaps..." he laughed, "You want him to be your very first."

"Maybe,” Amy admitted, “But he would never use someone as a thrill ride."

"HA!" Shadow laughed again, "Now that's a good one. I have GOT to remember that one. Sonic would never use anyone for a thrill ride," the dark hedgehog looked at the knife again, "You really do think the sun shines out of his ass, don't you?" he said with a sneer, "Well, that bad excuse for a fake is not going to be your first. Partly because he wouldn't touch you with a long stick, because he's an idiot," Shadow smirked, moving the knife close to Amy's throat, "And partly because I am going to finish what I started."

“You want to kill me?” Amy shouted, “Go ahead! Kill me! I'll see you in hell!"

"No, Amy," Shadow said softly, "I'm not going to kill you. It's bloody hard to fuck a dead girl, you know? Rigor Mortis sets in pretty damn fast, and you go all stiff and gooey... No, I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to fuck you one more time."

Amy could no longer put together any coherent speech. She just lay on the floor of the cellar, cursing Shadow's name. Truth be told, she wanted to die more than anything at the moment, to let all the misery end. It seemed like hope faded at every turn.

Shadow switched the hand that he held the knife in, still smiling thinly, "Giving up, Amy dear?" he asked, "I can't believe it took you so long to catch on. You really are stupid." He trailed a hand down her cheek, and then began to rub between his legs slowly, brushing the knife blade against her breasts.

"I hate you," she said as tears ran down your face. She just thought about dying, as if wishing she would die would make it so. She had once imagined a long, happy life with Sonic at her side. Now all that was gone.

"Aw, Amy," Shadow climbed on top of her, weighing her down, "I love you too," he smiled, and began to kiss her heavily.

Amy drew away from him, curling into a tight ball. She didn't understand how anyone could be so callous. Did Shadow even have a soul now?

Shadow took a handful of her quills in one hand and held her head in place, tasting himself on her lips. As she struggled weakly, he murmured in pleasure, his free hand once again roaming over her body.

Wasn't once enough for Shadow? Why did he want to do this again and again? She didn't understand him. He didn't even seem to recognize her as a person. Nobody was a person to Shadow, she thought. To that vicious black hedgehog there were only prey and rivals.

Shadow smiled into the kiss as he slowly became more aroused by Amy's soft body. His cock stiffened and became erect again. He shifted slightly, and his shaft rested between her legs.

"I don't understand you," said Amy. "How can you do this? How can you look at yourself after doing this?"

"Save your breath, bitch," Shadow told her, his voice a hiss, "You'll need it for screaming." Then he began to push into her. But it wasn't a single clean thrust; his shaft strained painfully against her barrier, and pulled back again, deliberately dragging out the actual tearing of the hymen.

Amy screamed as Shadow pushed into her. She could feel the blood coming out as he violated her. "I hate you!" she screamed, kicking Shadow in the face, but he just kept on going. Again and again he thrust in, delivering more pain. She sunk her nails into his flesh, out of anger rather than lust, moving her fingers to leave deep scratches.

Shadow yelped in pain, but didn't stop his assault on her. He thrust forward again, drawing more blood, but still not fully opening her. He still hadn't pushed all the way in.

Amy screamed again as he made another, more violent push. Shadow kept going deeper and deeper, as if he wanted to go right through her and out the other side. It was absolutely excruciating. She would not let this happen. She would make him stop, even if it would mean her death. With a scream of rage, she bit his arm as hard as possible, rending the flesh with her teeth

Shadow shouted out again, but he had gone too far to be stopped now. He'd fallen through the atmosphere, and he was not going to let a few bites stop him. He stabbed Amy again in the arm with the knife, and as she cried out in pain, finished pushing into her, tearing her open and pushing their hips together.

Amy lashed out in a fury, grabbing for the arm with a knife. As she struggled with Shadow, the knife briefly cut across Shadow's shoulder, staining the fur of his arm dark red with blood. She punched him wildly and then reached out to grab his throat.

Shadow tossed the knife across the room and wrapped his hands around Amy's neck, squeezing as he continued to thrust forward into her.

Amy could see her vision darken as Shadow's hands constricted her windpipe. Her breath stopped coming and she began to panic, her attacks becoming even more spastic. Even in her adrenaline-charged rage, she was no match for him.

Shadow stopped squeezing just before she passed out, but pinned down her shoulders, his eyes shining madly again, as they had before. He thrust into her, harder and faster, grunting in lust as he forced his way in and out of her, watching the blood flow slowly from her vagina, a natural lubricant.

Amy shrieked and flailed around as Shadow held her down. She tried to headbutt him but he wasn't close enough, and he was at such an angle that she couldn't kick him. She screamed even louder than she had before as her shoulder dislocated as she tried to get it free.

"Stop... struggling... bitch..." Shadow grunted with each thrust, his nails digging into her shoulders. Blood trickled down his arm and dripped slowly onto Amy, and each time he pulled away from her, his shaft was coated in blood.

"Never," Amy rasped as she continued thrashing. She was no longer so much trying to hurt Shadow as to goad him into killing her.

Shadow slapped her sharply, determined to subdue her. Blood and bruises covered her face, and each time he pushed into her, her hips slammed against the stone floor painfully.

Amy would not give Shadow the satisfaction of submission. She continued to resist, her strength starting to fade as more blood flowed out of her. She felt lightheaded, as if she had taken some medication that caused drowsiness. Her skin turned pale as shock began to set in from the blood loss.

"Finally..." Shadow grunted, still pushing in and out of her, "Now... you know... the drill... bitch... Scream my name... and I'll let it end..."

Amy hesitated, debating the possible outcomes of screaming his name or not doing so. On the one hand, doing so would make it more likely that he would kill her in some less painful way. On the other hand, not doing so would make him more likely to kill her at all. And besides, Shadow seemed to have unbelievable endurance. She wondered if he could keep on doing this for hours. Finally, she made her choice. "Shadow!" she half-heartedly screamed, hoping it would be enough to pacify the vicious hedgehog.

"God… you’re tight… Amy…" Shadow panted, sweat trickling down his forehead, “Again!”

"Uh... uh… Shadow!" she screamed again, wondering how many times he wanted to make her do this. Would this ever end? Was it just some cruel trick to make sure he kept torturing her forever?

Shadow gasped, still pushing into her, his cock trembling inside, "Again," he moaned, "Scream my name... always my name..."

"Shadow!" she screamed again. She could feel Shadow bucking and as a spasm overtook him.

“If you ever…” Shadow grunted, “If you ever tell… anybody that I did this… I will come back… and I will fuck you… until you die…” He continued to thrust into her, “Scream my name again!” he shouted.

“Shadow…” Amy panted, tears rolling down her face, “Shadow, please… please stop…”

Finally, Shadow thrust deep into her, gripping her body tightly as he came into her vagina. After what felt like forever, his cock finally became limp, but he continued to rock his body against hers, slowly, "Again... and again... and again..." he panted, slowing to a halt. Then he grabbed her head, and slammed it against the stone floor, not hard enough to kill, but certainly hard enough to knock her out.

He relaxed slowly, looking down at Amy's unconcious form, covered in semen and blood. He grinned evilly, letting himself slip out of her, and considered killing her. But no, leaving her alive would be revenge so much sweeter. He wondered briefly if he had gotten her pregnant. Well, it would certainly be interesting if he had. He picked some thin washing line rope out of the corner, and tied her wrists and ankles tightly with it, making sure that it dug into her flesh. Then he gagged and blindfolded her with the remains of her own dress, and wrapped her in a roll of carpet.

With a soft laugh, he pulled on his trench-coat, and picked Amy up off the floor and slung her over his shoulder, then left the cellar. Now, to dump the stupid little cow at Club Rouge. Man, he'd love to see the Sonic Team’s collective faces when they saw her.

Shadow was almost out of Central City by the time he started to get the feeling he was being watched. He looked around and saw nobody, but that was no indication. Godsdammit but he wished he had his Chaos Emerald with him now. He could have found them in seconds…

Rouge stalked behind him, her covert operations training paying off. She knew how to be silent, and her state-of-the-art chameleon suit made her almost invisible when she was not moving. She moved in quick bursts, using her suit to her advantage. She soon recognized the trench coat clad figure as Shadow the Hedgehog. After he had commandeered the ARK, GUN had ordered her to track him down. He had been presumed dead by almost everyone, except GUN, who had him built.

She followed him silently, hoping to trace his routes. She would then come back later with a GUN squad to bring him down.

To her surprise, he was heading for Night Babylon. He hesitated for a moment and looked around. Damn! He knew he was being followed. Then he started off again, no less decisively, taking back routes. Finally, to her complete amazement, he had led her to Club Rouge. He headed to the back door - her private entrance - and glanced around briefly, before dumping the roll of carpet on the doorstep. It grunted softly, but didn't move. Shadow glanced around again, and then ran for it. He was moving far too fast for Rouge to even hope of catching up. Besides, her curiosity had been aroused by the carpet roll…

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Harley: Oh, god, we’re awful. Saving Amy’s virginity until last. Now, I'm trying to bully Term into getting Amy pregnant. Anyone want to help?

Terminus: Hey! Stop ganging up on me! Harley’s still playing Shadow. It’s all Harley’s fault. I mean, I suggested RPing it, but it’s Harley’s fault that Shadow is so horrible, at least this time it is.