[Just a fair warning, if your not really into bdsm the following sex scene is pretty intense, I'll still include gifs but..damn even I was squeamish as I made this. Enjoy I guess?]

Y/N's Pov

I groaned, my wrists screaming as the coarse rope sawed into my flesh. The stench of mildew and sweat clung to the filthy mattress beneath me, the springs digging into my back like jagged teeth. Every ragged breath came harder than the last, the whip’s leather coil biting into my throat until black spots danced in my vision. How the fuck did I end up here?

Amethyst’s weight crushed my hips, her thighs clamping around me like a vice. Her eyes—God, her eyes—weren’t the warm violet I remembered. They were black pits, dilated with something feral, her pupils swallowing the light whole. This wasn’t the girl who’d shared shitty fast food with me at 3 AM. This wasn’t even a person. Just hunger. Just ownership.

The welt on my ankle throbbed, the skin split where her whip had lashed me earlier. Nausea twisted my stomach, but worse was the knowing. The way her fingers had lingered too long when she’d “accidentally” brushed against me before. The jokes about us being “meant to be” that I’d laughed off. Fuck. Fuck, I should’ve seen this coming.

Her calloused palm scraped against my cheek, the touch mocking in its gentleness. “You should’ve noticed me sooner, Y/N.” Her voice was syrup and razors, sticky-sweet. “Should’ve realized I loved you more than anyone else.” When she leaned down, her breath reeked of mint and something sour—adrenaline, desperation. I jerked my face away, but the whip yanked my head back, the leather creaking as it choked my gasp into a whimper.

Her lips smashed against mine, teeth clipping my bottom lip until copper flooded my mouth. She moaned into it, her tongue shoving past my clenched teeth like she was digging for secrets. One hand fisted in my hair, the other groping down my chest, nails carving half-moons into my ribs. This isn’t happening. But the pain was real. The wet heat between her thighs grinding against mine was real.

She broke the kiss with a string of saliva connecting us, her grin curling like a predator with its jaws already locked. “Now you’re mine,” she panted, her fingers already tugging at the waistband of my pants. “All. Mine.”

She pulled back, chest heaving, her breath coming in ragged gasps as if she’d just run a mile. The second whip uncoiled from behind her like a serpent, the crack of leather splitting the air before it even struck. I flinched, my body tensing—but there was nowhere to run.

The first lash came down with a sickening snap, splitting skin like overripe fruit. Fire erupted across my chest, my scream tearing free before I could choke it back. Tears blurred my vision, but I saw her—lips parted, pupils blown, watching me writhe like it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. "You’re going to learn to love me, Y/N," she hissed. The whip rose again. "You’re going to worship me." Another strike. Another scream. Over and over, until my voice cracked and my torso was a canvas of raw, weeping stripes.

When she finally stopped, the silence was worse. Blood welled along the welts, droplets rolling down my ribs. Amethyst licked her lips, then dragged her tongue along the deepest wound. The groan that left her was obscene. "Mmm… you taste so good." Her hips jerked against mine, the damp fabric of her shorts clinging to her cunt as she ground down, leaving a slick smear on my hip. My stomach turned. She’s wet. From this.

Her fingers dug into my thighs as she rutted against me, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts. "Since I’m a gem… I’ve never really understood human pleasure," she admitted, voice trembling. A laugh bubbled up—hysterical, giddy. "But fuck, the way you scream? The way your blood tastes?" She rocked harder, her clit rubbing against my thigh through the soaked fabric. "I need to know what it’s like inside you. Need to feel you."

Her teeth sank into my neck, sharp enough to bruise, as her hand shoved between us. I felt her fingers—God, they were soaked—pressing against my stomach before sliding lower. "These parts never mattered before," she panted, "but with you? I can’t stop thinking about them." Her lips traced my ear, sticky with my blood. "And I think I’m going to love ruining you."

"You smell so good, Y/N. Like blood and fear. It's intoxicating." Her words send a chill down my spine as she starts to kiss and nibble at my neck, her arousal evident in the way she's rocking against me.

While she continues to grind against me, I realize she's referring to her womanhood, but... it doesn't make sense.

Gems are genderless, they don't have anatomy like humans do. They just look the part. Has she become so accustomed to human customs that she's developed her own... functions?

The thought both terrifies and intrigues me, my mind racing with the implications. "Amethyst, are you... are you actually...?" I trail off, too afraid to finish the question.

Despite my fear, I can't deny the growing bulge in my pants. The rough treatment, the bondage, the pain - it's all somehow arousing me. I'm shocked at myself, disgusted, but also curious. Amethyst notices the tent in my jeans and lets out a satisfied sigh.

"Look at that, Y/N. Even bound and bleeding, you're... getting hard for me. You're so responsive to my touch." She reaches down and gropes my erection through my pants, her hand warm and demanding.

"I think you're starting to understand, aren't you? You're starting to see me as something more than just your friend." Her words send a shiver down my spine as she squeezes my member, making it throb against her palm.

"And I'm going to enjoy breaking you, piece by piece, until you're nothing but mine." She leans back, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she looks at my struggling form.

Amethyst's grin grows wider as she continues to explain, her voice taking on a haunted, obsessive tone.

"After you left Beach City, I was consumed by loneliness. I tried to distract myself with food, movies, games, but nothing fucking worked! ... That's when I started to discover... other things. Pleasure, intimacy, the rush of power that comes with control."

She pauses, her eyes gleaming with a manic light. "BONDAGE, in particular, fascinated me. The idea of binding someone, keeping them trapped and helpless, it felt like the ultimate form of affection. A declaration that they belong to you, completely and utterly."

She's always been quirky, but this level of obsession is terrifying. She reaches down and starts to pull down my jeans and boxers, my fully erect manhood springing free.

I watch in a daze as she stares at my manhood, her eyes wide with wonder and arousal, and I swear her pupils formed into little hearts

"O-Oh my fucking stars...a real one looks so big compared to the videos I've watched or books I've read..~" she moaned, her breathing labored as her cheeks flushed a dark purple.

"It's so hot and hard and perfect...I love it..I love it so much!" She wraps her hand around my shaft, stroking it slowly as she takes in the sight.

Her touch is cold, but it sends sparks of pleasure through me despite the fear and confusion. I'm afraid of what she might do next, but a part of me is curious, even eager to see where this goes.

"I've dreamed of this moment, of having you all to myself, bound and helpless, and now it's finally happening," she whispers, her lips pressing a kiss to the tip of my manhood before looking up at me with a possessive glare.

"From now on, this is mine. Every inch of you belongs to me." Her words send a shiver down my spine as she starts to move her hand up and down, her grip firm..and painful.

Amethyst's hand moves from my chest to my groin, her grip on my manhood brutal as she starts to jerk me off with painful, ruthless strokes. She squeezes my balls in her other hand, twisting them harshly as she speeds up her pace.

"Let's see how you like this, Y/N," she growls, her voice filled with sadistic glee.

She focuses on my sensitive head, rubbing it vigorously against her thumb before pulling my shaft hard enough to make me gasp.

"You're going to cum for me, whether you want to or not. You're going to soak my hand with your stupid human sperm, and then I'm going to do whatever I want with it."

She leans down, her hot breath washing over my length as she speaks. "And if you don't cum soon, I'll make it hurt even worse." She doubles her efforts, her hand moving at a frenzied pace as she tries to force my orgasm.

Amethyst keeps going, all the while holding onto the handles of the leash around my neck, tightening it to continue the rough treatment until finally she manages to make me cum to her rough, tough jerking off.

I arch my back, screaming in a mix of pain and pleasure as my balls drain dry. "AH! FUCK! AMETHYST!" I howl, my seed erupting from my manhood in thick, white ropes. She lets out a triumphant laugh, holding my length in place as she catches my cum on her hand.

"YES, YES, YES! LOOK AT THAT, Y/N! YOU CAME FOR ME! YOU'RE MINE NOW!"She brings her hand to her mouth, closing her eyes in ecstasy as she slowly licks my cum off her palm, savoring the taste.

Her eyes light up with an insane joy as she watches the last drops fall from my spent member. "Mmmm, delicious. Now, let's make sure you're completely clean."

Before I can even catch my breath, she dives down and starts sucking my length clean, her gem glowing brightly as she slurps up every last drop. I'm left trembling and weak, my mind reeling from the intense orgasm and the realization of just how far Amethyst has fallen.

I finally get a moment of respite, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Tears streak down my face, leaving drying trails on my cheeks as I gaze down at my battered body.

My clothes are torn to shreds, my chest a mosaic of welts from Amethyst's whips, with dried blood staining my skin where she licked my wounds. A trail of hickeys marks my collarbone, leading up to the leash around my neck.

I look up to Amethyst standing before me, her clothes disappearing in a flash of light. She's standing naked now, her nipples stiff and erect, her womanhood glistening with arousal.

My gaze is drawn to her soaked hole the sight making my stomach churn with a mix of fear and revulsion. She's completely lost it, and I have no idea what she'll do next.

Amethyst smiles at me, her eyes wild and possessive as she approaches, her hands reaching for me. "Now that you're clean, it's time for the main event," she says, her voice low and menacing.

"Get ready, Y/N. I'm going to claim you completely." She grabs my hips, lifting me up and spreading my legs apart

"A-Amethyst- Ngh! S-Stop please. Stop this just..stop" Pain wracked my body once more as she grabbed my hips her nails digging into my skin.

I tried to call out for her but she wouldn't listen, She was just having her way with me..I never thought my first evening here would end like this.

Amethyst positions her soaked womanhood over my length, her entrance engulfing my throbbing member in one swift motion. She lets out a loud moan as she sinks down, her tight heat squeezing me in a vice-like grip.

"OH FUCK, Y/N, IT'S SO BIG INSIDE ME! SO TIGHT AND HARD!" She cries out, her hands still holding my legs up and apart as she starts to thrust up and down, her clit rubbing against my pelvis with each movement. She bounces on my length roughly, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the room.

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She's still holding the whip, periodically tugging on it to remind me of my bindings as she rides me. "YOU'RE STUFFING MY WOMANHOOD, MAKING ME FEEL SO FULL AND CLAIMED! YOU'RE MINE, ALL MINE!" She screams, her voice echoing off the walls as she loses herself in the rough fucking.

As she bounces up and down on my lap, Amethyst leans forward, bringing our faces closer together. She grabs onto the side of my head, forcing another rough, dominating kiss.

Her tongue invades my mouth, claiming me as thoroughly as her womanhood is claiming my length. She bites down on my bottom lip, drawing blood, the pain only adding to the intensity of the moment.

She breaks the kiss long enough to bite my lip again, harder this time, till it bleeds before returning to the kiss. As she pulls back, she reaches down and wraps her hands around my neck, squeezing tightly. She adds the pressure of her hands to the leash around my throat, choking me as she continues to ride me hard in the Amazon sex position.

"Mine," she growls against my mouth, her voice muffled by ours. "You're mine, Y/N. Mine to fuck, mine to kiss, mine to own." She resumes her brutal bouncing, the leash and her hands constricting my airflow as she chokes and ravages me simultaneously

I struggle to breathe, my face turning a deep shade of blue as Amethyst continues to choke and ride me with renewed vigor.

Her gem glows brighter and brighter as she approaches her climax, her moans reaching a fever pitch. "AAH! FUCK Y/N, I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING ALL OVER YOU! TAKE IT, YOU'RE MINE!" she screams, her voice echoing off the walls as she throws her head back arching off of me.

She finally releases my neck, the leash loosening to reveal a deep red bruise mark from her grip. She collapses onto my chest, still impaled on my member as she rides out her orgasm.

I cough and gasp for air, my vision blurry as I watch Amethyst's crazed expression. She's still glowing, her gem pulsing wildly as she cums all over my shaft, her womanhood clamping down on my length and splattering my length with her juices.

"MORE, Y/N, GIVE ME MORE OF YOUR SEED! I NEED IT, I NEED EVERY LAST DROP!" she begs, her eyes wild and unhinged as she looks up at me, her womanhood still spasming around my length as she paints it with her cum.

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I can't move. My body's so damn heavy, and the tears won't stop. Every breath is a struggle, the air catching in my throat like I'm still being choked. The tightness from the whip... even though it's loosened, I swear I can still feel it burning into my skin. My wrists-God, they're still bound so tight I'm sure they'll leave marks.

My whole body aches, and not just from the physical pain. The wound in my ankle stings with every beat of my heart, a reminder of how far she's gone. I never saw this coming, not like this.

I thought I knew her, thought that playful, laid-back Amethyst would never cross that line. But here we are. She's straddled me, trapping me, and there's no trace of that old Amethyst left in her eyes. Nothing but obsession, madness-things I never thought I'd see from her.

How the hell did it come to this? My heart's racing, my pulse is pounding in my ears, and I don't know if it's from fear or from everything else she's put me through. I look up, confused, exhausted, and there she is, sliding off me, that wild look softening, almost like she's sorry. But sorry for what? Sorry for the pain, or sorry for the fact that it's over?

She lifts my head, cradling it in her lap, and I don't even know what to feel anymore. I should hate her for this, should be screaming at her to let me go, but I can't find the words. My mind is too fogged up, too broken from everything that just happened.

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Amethyst's POV

I did it. Finally... after all these years, I let it all out. He's mine now. I showed him just how deep I've always felt, how much I've needed this, needed him. And for a second, it feels so damn good, like I've won. But now that it's over... now that I'm looking at him like this... why does it feel so wrong?

I never wanted to hurt him. But I did. I hurt him bad. The look in his eyes-confusion, fear-it cuts deeper than I thought it would. I finally had him, but it wasn't supposed to feel like this, was it? This... regret? No, I can't let this ruin what we had. I can't let him hate me, or worse, leave me. That's not an option. I won't let it happen.

But how do I fix this? He's not gonna look at me the same anymore, not after this. And the thought of him resenting me, pulling away... it makes me sick. I'd rather die than lose him like that. Hell, I'd rather kill him and be done with it if that's what it took to stay together forever.

No, no, no-there's got to be another way. Think, Amethyst. Think. I look down at him, his eyes distant, still trying to make sense of what happened. He doesn't deserve to remember it this way, to remember me like this. That's when it hit me. I can change this....

I look at my gem, glowing softly against my skin. I've never done this before-never even thought of it. My powers weren't made for this. But I can't let things end like this.

Not now. I can alter his memories, make him forget everything that just happened, or at least, the worst parts of it. I can leave him with only the good, only the parts that won't make him pull away. I can keep him... keep us.

My fingers tremble as I reach for him, cupping the sides of his head. What if I mess this up? What if I lose him for good? I take a deep breath, my gem starting to pulse, and so do my eyes, glowing in sync. I have to do this. I have to make him forget...

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Inside the beach house, Steven was the first to bound through the door, his excitement palpable as he rushed inside, his voice bright.

"Y/N! You ready? I've got something to show you!" Pearl trailed behind him, her laughter light but tired from a long day of babysitting. "Ah yes, the fusions. Oh I'm excited to show you Y/N" she said brushing a few strands of hair from her face.

As Steven's eager voice echoed, the familiar hum of the warp pad signaled Garnet's return.

She dusted off a few stray thorns and pebbles tangled in her cube-like hair from her recent mission. "That took longer than I expected, I'm home everyone"

But her relaxed demeanor shifted as her eyes scanned the room. The furniture was a mess-the couch in pieces, the floor smeared with blood. Her heart sank.

Steven's usual smile vanished, his shield materializing in a blink. "What happened?" he murmured, his voice tense, fear gripping him.

Pearl, eyes wide, instantly conjured her spear, her expression serious. "Y/N?" she called, fear rising in her chest.

Garnet clenched her fists, her gauntlets flaring to life. "We need to find him. Now."

The house fell into chaos as they split up. Garnet began clearing the debris from the destroyed couch, checking every corner of the house.

Pearl darted around the perimeter, scanning for anything unusual. Steven frantically checked the bathroom and every other room, calling out Y/N's name, worry laced in his voice. There was an uneasy silence. Something was wrong. They all felt it.

"Y/N?" Steven called, his voice catching. "Where are you?"

The tension in the air thickened until Amethyst's casual voice broke through the silence, carrying from the hallway. "Yo, what's up guys?"

They turned, startled, to see Amethyst upstairs, her usual grin plastered on her face. Y/N sat beside her, bandaged on his ankle, wrists, and neck, but seemingly at ease. They were both playing video games on Steven's bed, looking as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Steven's shield slowly lowered, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Y/N? What... what happened to you?" He glanced down at Y/N's injuries, fear still lingering in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, this?" Y/N raised an eyebrow, rubbing his neck with a wince. "Amethyst took me to her room to hang out, and well... we got caught in a trash avalanche. Pretty gnarly, but I'm fine now."

Garnet's eyes narrowed slightly, scanning both Y/N and Amethyst. Something felt off. The details, the blood-it didn't add up. Pearl stood silently, unsure whether to believe the story but relieved that Y/N was safe. They exchanged uncertain glances, skepticism hanging in the air, but the immediate concern eased.

"Well... as long as you're okay," Steven muttered, finally dispelling his shield, though a lingering doubt flickered in his eyes.

Meanwhile, behind her carefree demeanor, Amethyst was barely containing her euphoria. It worked. Y/N didn't remember anything-not the fear, not the pain, not what she had done. He only remembered what she wanted him to, just enough to keep their bond intact.

As they all settled down, Pearl put away her spear and Garnet deactivated her gauntlets, Amethyst's eyes gleamed. A sinister thrill coursed through her. She had control now. Y/N was hers to claim again and again. And as long as she could alter his memories, he would never know, never resist.

Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she glanced down at Y/N, still lost in their video game, completely unaware of what had just transpired.

Amethyst's voice echoed softly in her mind, twisted with possessiveness. "I can have him again and again... and he'll never remember a thing."

To be continued...