Silver Amy

Amy tried to scream, but her body was frozen in place. Her jaw refusing to move, even her tongue stuck. Her eyes burning as she was forced, unblinking to stare ahead, at Silver.

"It's no use," he said, and waved his hand.

Amy toppled, her body falling even as she was held by his power. He continued, "Don't resist. Don't fight back. Just remember, remember for Sonic. To tell him everything."

Still paralysed, she was forced to watch as he tore at her dress, ripping the fabric hiding her body. Tears welled in her eyes, the only thing she could still control was her crying. She wanted to beg him to stop, to plead for forgiveness.

"It wouldn't matter," he shook his head, "I'm not doing this for fun, I'm doing this for the future. You're just..." he balled up his fist, "just collateral damage."

The blow to her gut drove the air out of her, her stomach spasming in pain, but still she couldn't resist, couldn't ball up to try and protect herself. She just lay there as he drove another punch to her, and then moved to her face.

His fist came back up, his fist damp with her tears and... and her blood. "Just remember, this isn't for you."

And then he tore more at her dress, exposing her to him, the parts of her she'd never shown anyone, not even Sonic.

Silver's gaze drifted over her pink flesh, her flat stomach, already turning purple with bruises, up to her small, delicate breasts; and then down, between her legs.

She followed his gaze, and coughed, phlegm driven up her throat. He'd left her that freedom, "After all, it wouldn't work if you died." He smiled, tapping his forehead. "I know exactly what you're thinking. So don't worry, you're not going to pass out or die."

And then, she felt him, his cock, pressing at her slit. She breathed deeply, tried to scream despite herself. But it was silenced. She couldn't even whimper, just watch and feel, as he forced his way in, stealing her virginity.

He leaned over her prone body, one hand reaching above her, grabbing her hair-like spines for stability as he forced himself deeper. She tried to look away, force her eyes to look elsewhere... but even then it didn't help. He felt him pumping harder, more roughly than she'd thought possible.

And throughout it all was pain. She'd thought her first time would feel good, she'd hoped Sonic would take it, something nice, and ki-

Another punch to the gut drove her back to reality. "No hiding, no imagining "what if". Focus on this, remember this pain, remember it all. This isn't going to work if you try to block it out."

There was no more attempts to escape, anything more would be met with more violence. She could only lay there, staring at him. Wondering when it would end.