Y/N's Pov

My head throbbed as I blinked back to consciousness. The cold, damp air brushed against my skin, and the faint scent of saltwater stung my nose. When I tried to move, I felt the coarse bite of rope around my wrists, pinning me to a chair. Panic flared in my chest as I looked down, realizing the chair was floating-no, hovering-on the surface of shallow water.

Where the hell am I?

I struggled against the bindings, my wrists burning with every pull, but it was useless. Looking around, I could barely make out the room-a dim, eerie space where the water reflected the faint glimmer of light. It was unnervingly quiet, save for the soft ripples below me.

Then I heard it. The sharp, deliberate click of heels against a hard surface. My breath caught as Pearl stepped into view, her silhouette cutting through the darkness like a blade.

She looked... different. Wrong. Her outfit wasn't her usual elegant attire-it was something else entirely. A tight blouse, almost bursting at the seams, and a skirt that felt too short, too calculated. She looked like some twisted parody of a teacher, the kind you'd see in a bad movie, except there was nothing funny about this.

"Good, you're awake," she said, her voice calm, almost pleasant, as she perched on the edge of a table in front of me. Her gem caught the faint light, glinting like an ominous warning.

I swallowed hard. "W-Where are we?" My voice cracked as the words tumbled out.

Her lips curved into a faint smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "My room," she said simply, as if that explained everything. "Where no one will ever find us. Where no one can interrupt."

Pearl stood and began to pace, her heels clicking with every measured step. She stopped abruptly, turning to face me, her arms crossed. Her expression was unreadable, but the tension in her stance made my skin crawl.

"Y/N," she started, her tone unnervingly gentle, "why are you so close with Amethyst?"

"What?" I blinked at her, confused. "What are you even talking about? She's just-"

Before I could finish, she pulled something out, and my blood ran cold. A whip. A sleek, black leather whip that coiled in her hand like a serpent.

She cracked it against her palm, the sharp sound making me flinch. Pearl winced at the sting but, to my horror, let out a soft gasp. Her cheeks flushed, and her lips curved slightly, as if she liked the pain.

"Does this jog your memory?" she asked, her tone light, almost playful.

I froze, the sight of the whip dredging up something deep and dark. My head pounded, and suddenly, memories I didn't even know I had came flooding back. Images of Amethyst's twisted smile, her wild, manic laughter, and the sharp pain she inflicted. My own screams echoed in my ears.

"No!" I yelled, thrashing against the ropes, but they didn't budge. "Stop it! Please!" The words spilled out before I could stop them.

Pearl crouched down to my eye level, her gaze softening, though it only made her more terrifying. "Oh, Y/N," she murmured, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "This is exactly what happens when I'm not there to protect you."

Protect me? I stared at her, the rage bubbling to the surface. "Protect me?" I spat. "You're the one who-who hurt Sabine! You did this!" My voice cracked as the image of Sabine collapsing onto the sand flashed in my mind. "What are you planning to do to me?"

Pearl stood up, her expression shifting. Her calm, composed façade cracked ever so slightly as she looked down at me. "To you?" she echoed, tilting her head as if the question was absurd. "Whatever is necessary to keep you safe."

Her hand tightened around the whip, and a chilling smile crept across her lips. "Even if it means breaking you first."

My heart dropped as the words sank in. There was no reasoning with her. Not anymore.

My mind raced, desperation clawing at me as I tried to think of a way out. The ropes binding me to the chair were too tight, cutting into my wrists every time I moved. Pearl stood there, whip in hand, her expression unnervingly serene. I needed to stall her. To buy time.

"Pearl," I started, my voice trembling. "You-you're right. You were right about Amethyst."

Her head tilted slightly, a flicker of curiosity flashing in her eyes.

"She's dangerous," I continued, grasping at straws. "She hurt me before. She-she violated me, Pearl. And who's to say she won't do it again?"

For a moment, I thought I saw her expression waver. Maybe I could convince her. Maybe-

But then Pearl giggled. A light, almost musical sound that sent chills racing down my spine.

"Oh, Y/N," she said softly, her voice carrying a terrifying sweetness. "If that's the case, then it'll be easy to deal with her. Amethyst has always been reckless, undisciplined. She won't be a problem."

My stomach sank. She doesn't care.

"The real issue," Pearl continued, stepping closer, "is you."

"Me?" I asked, my voice cracking. "What did I do?"

Her gaze sharpened, and the whip in her hand coiled like a predator ready to strike. "You've become... difficult. Stubborn. I've tried everything to protect you, Y/N, but you're just like-" She stopped herself, her jaw tightening. "It doesn't matter. What matters is fixing this. Fixing you."

I opened my mouth to protest, but she cut me off, her voice dropping to a disturbingly calm tone. "You need discipline. Without me, Y/N, you're nothing."

"Nothing?" I spat, anger flaring in my chest. "You don't own me, Pearl! I don't-"

She raised the whip, and I flinched, but instead of striking me, she brought it down hard against the back of the chair, the sound cracking like thunder in my ears. The force was so close that I felt the air shift near my face.

"You don't understand," she said, her voice growing softer, more... contemplative. "I've been curious about other ways to... guide you. Modest approaches. Gentle methods."

She shook her head, almost as if she were disappointed. "But they won't work. Not with you."

The whip uncoiled, the leather glinting in the dim light as she paced slowly around the chair. "I started thinking about old philosophies," she continued, almost as if talking to herself. "How a man is supposed to be the dominant one in a relationship with his wife. How he leads, and she follows. But I realized..."

She stopped in front of me, leaning down so our faces were only inches apart. Her lips curled into a chilling smile. "I'm the dominant one in our relationship."

Her words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears, my entire body trembling as she pulled back and raised the whip again.

"And you," she said, her tone almost playful now, "will learn to accept that."

She brought the whip down, not on me, but right next to my face again, so close that the tip grazed my cheek. I flinched hard, the chair wobbling precariously on the water below me.

Pearl giggled again, straightening up. "You're so jumpy," she teased, the whip coiling back into her hand. "But don't worry. We'll work on that too.

She turns to the mirror, her hand reaching up to unbutton the coat of her dress. As she speaks, her gem begins to glow, and I feel a sense of unease wash over me.

When she opens her eyes again, her flat chest has swollen into a pair of large, round breasts, and her slim figure has rounded out into a curvy hourglass shape. I stare in shock, my mind reeling at the transformation.

She's... she's become even more beautiful, I think to myself, feeling a twinge of fear mixed with a strange sense of awe.

What the hell is she planning? How did she...? That's when she grinned as if Pearl just read my mind before she said

"Oh this? I... learned to experiment what gets someone really excited during my time with Sabine...and now that she's dead well I figured...It's time to experiment with you"

Her hands reach for the buttons of her blouse, and I swallow hard, my nerves on edge. "And to start, I'm going to make you worship my body." She steps closer to the chair, her eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity.

"Isn't that right, Y/N? Aren't you just dying to worship me?" Her words send a shiver down my spine as I realize just how serious she is about breaking me.

Pearl straddles my lap, her hands gently cupping my face as she leans in for a kiss. Her lips are soft and warm against mine, her tongue slipping past my lips to dance with my own.

But despite the tender gesture, I can feel the subtle tug of her powers attempting to influence my mind. I'm not like Amethyst, she murmurs against my lips, her voice sweet and gentle.

"I care about you, Y/N. I really do. But sometimes your disobedience just gets under my skin."

She sighs, her hands tightening in my hair as she pulls me back for another kiss, this one deeper and more insistent.

"I just want what's best for you, and that's following me and obeying me. Can't you just understand that?"

She nuzzles my cheek, her breath warm against my skin. "I'll take care of you, provide for you, protect you... all you have to do is be mine."

Her words are laced with a sincerity that makes my heart ache, but I know better than to trust her.

I try to pull my head away, to break the kiss and regain some semblance of control, but her powers make it difficult. She's too strong, and I find myself struggling to resist her embrace.

"Stop it", I manage to mutter, my voice muffled against her lips.

" I don't want this. I won't be your pawn."

My protests only seem to annoy her, and she tightens her grip on my head, her kiss growing more forceful.

"Y/N, please... just relax and let me love you... "Her voice is threaded with frustration and a hint of something darker.

I manage to muster up the strength to headbutt Pearl, catching her off guard and causing her to stumble back. She recovers quickly, a smirk on her face as she pulls out her spear.

"A weak little hit like that couldn't even hurt me," she laughs, her golden eyes glinting with amusement.

"You really are pathetic, Y/N. "She walks over to me, precisely cutting the ropes binding me to the chair with the point of her spear.

"Now, get down and show some respect," she demands her voice cold and commanding while her eyes were burning with an irritated glare.

"If you don't want a hole through your hand, you better start worshipping my wet hole right now."

I hesitate, my mind racing as I look up at her. Her blonde hair is mussed, and her clothes are half-off, revealing her glistening light blue folds.

Before I can react, she grabs my hair, her nails digging into my scalp as she starts counting down like an angry mother.

"3... 2... 1... "

I can't take it anymore, and I hesitantly lower my head to her dripping hole, my tongue extending to lick at her slit.

" That's it, start worshipping me like the goddess I am," she hisses, her grip on my hair tightening as she forces my face into her wetness.

"Lick faster, you insolent boy, or I'll make you regret it." I start to lick frantically, my mind reeling as I try to process the situation.

As I continue to lick Pearl's wet folds, trying to think of a way out of this mess, she suddenly pushes my head further, my nose pressing against her sensitive clit.

I feel her thighs tremble as she comes hard, her moans echoing through the room.

"Ah! Yes, just like that! I'm always the quickest to cum, aren't I?" she pants heavily, her grip on my hair relaxing slightly.

"But don't think that means I can't handle more. I'll make up for it by making you beg for it. "

She stands up, changing into a set of red lace lingerie that hugs her curves perfectly. She props herself up on the table, her legs spread wide.

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She demands I undress, and I reluctantly remove my clothes, my hard member springing free. Pearl's eyes light up at the sight, her lips parting as she licks them. Oh, you're so hard for me already, she purrs, her gaze raking over my body.

"Come closer, Y/N."

I step forward, and just as I do, she clasps a leash and collar around my neck and slips a cock ring over my shaft.

"If you beg enough, I might let you cum" she explains, a sinister grin spreading across her face.

I'm suddenly yanked forward by the leash, my member sliding into Pearl's wet warmth as she locks her legs around my waist.

The spear rests firmly against the back of my neck, a constant reminder of what's to come if I dare to stop or do anything other than what she commands.

"Thrust, Y/N" she orders, her voice cold and commanding.

"Fuck me with that hard length of yours. Remember, if you stop or disobey, the spear goes through your neck."

Her legs tighten around me, trapping me in place as I'm forced to start thrusting, my hips jerking forward and backward as I fuck her.

I can't believe this is happening, I think to myself, panic rising in my chest. This is insane, she's actually forcing me to rape herself with my length... What the fuck am I going to do?

I try to focus on the sensation of her tight walls wrapped around me, hoping it might distract me enough to think of an escape plan, but all I can think about is the spear pressing into my neck.

"That's it, just like that", she purrs, her hands running over my back and arms.

"Now, let's see how long you can last before you break and start begging me to let you cum." Her words send a shiver of fear down my spine, knowing I'm at her mercy.

I grit my teeth, trying to endure as I continue to fuck her, my mind racing with possibilities. I need to think, I need to come up with a plan... Maybe if I can make her cum a few times, she'll let her guard down...

Or maybe I can find a way to disarm her with my free hand... Shit, I don't know, I just need to keep going and hope something works. I thrust harder, my body moving on autopilot as I try to buy myself time.

As I continue to thrust into Pearl, she starts squirting and cumming repeatedly, her tight womanhood spasming around my member.

I realize she's incredibly vulnerable and weak to pleasure right now, but every time I try to seize the opportunity to grab the spear behind me, she tightens the leash, forcing me to stop my thrusts.

"Bad boy, trying to ruin our special time," she clicks her tongue disapprovingly.

"You're not allowed to think about escaping right now, only about pleasing me." She presses the spear against the back of my neck, and I feel a trickle of blood run down my skin as she applies pressure.

I struggle to breathe, my lungs burning from the sudden halt in movement.

"Please... just pull the spear away... "I gasp out, but she just repeats her demand, her voice stern and unforgiving.

"Thrust again, Y/N. Keep fucking me until I say stop."

Reluctantly, I start moving again, my thrusts slow and labored as I try to ignore the pain in my chest.

"Ugh, fuck... the cock ring is killing me... I can't... I can't hold back much longer...

I grunt and groan with each thrust, my body aching as Pearl continues to squirt and laugh, clearly enjoying the whole scenario.

"You're not done yet, Y/N. Keep going. I haven't had my fill of you yet." Her words send a shiver of dread down my spine as I realize she's far from finished with me.

As I continue to be forced to thrust into Pearl, I eventually reach my breaking point and start begging her to let me cum. "Please, Pearl, I need to cum! I can't take it anymore!" I plead, my voice shaking with desperation.

"Just let me finish, I swear I'll do anything!"

But Pearl just laughs, continuing to tease and punish me. "No, not yet, Y/N. You're not done begging yet." She reaches another orgasm, her walls clenching around my member even tighter.

But it becomes too unbearable, and I start begging even more desperately. "PLEASE, PEARL! JUST LET ME CUM! I'LL DO ANYTHING, JUST PLEASE!" Just as she's about to reach her peak again, she pushes me back and removes the cock ring.

"Fine, you worthless boy" , she says, a cruel smile on her face.

"But don't think this means you're free. You'll still be punished for your disobedience." Before I can react, my hips move on their own, thrusting back into her without warning.

"Ah! Y/N, you're so eager!" She cries out as I start moving faster and faster.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum again!"

I can't help it, my body taking over as I groan loudly and finally empty a large load inside of her. "YES, FILL ME UP, YOU PATHETIC BOY!" She screams, her own orgasm hitting her as I fill her with my seed.

Pearl holds onto the leash, keeping me trapped inside her as she explains what just happened. "You just remembered what Amethyst did to you, didn't you?" she asks, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Memory alteration, a little trick the Homeworld gems use on insubordinate soldiers. It's a temporary measure, but effective."

She looks down at me, her expression turning thoughtful. "As much as I want you to always remember who's in charge, we can't go back to the way things were. Not after everything that's happened."

That's when i felt something hit the back of my head, and just like that I collapsed forward against her breasts. Her soft voice the last thing I was able to hear before passing out.

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Wait...wasn't I with pearl at Little Homeworld? Why the heck did I wake up on the beach? I groaned as I walked back into the beach house, my steps feeling heavier than usual.

But when I pushed the door open and saw the familiar, cozy interior, a strange calm washed over me. Pearl was sitting on the couch, her back straight and proper as always, shuffling a deck of Uno cards with precise, deliberate movements.

"Welcome back," she said, her voice carrying that gentle warmth I'd come to know.

"Hey, Y/N!" Amethyst's voice boomed behind me as the door slammed open, making me flinch. Before I could even turn around, she practically launched herself toward me, arms wide.

But Pearl's hand shot up faster than I could process. "Amethyst, we're in the middle of a game," she said, her tone light yet firm.

Amethyst stopped mid-leap, landing awkwardly on her feet and grumbling. "What gives?"

I shuffled past her, easing onto the couch across from Pearl, who handed me my stack of cards. I avoided Amethyst's gaze, my focus falling on the colorful mess in my hands. Pearl had already explained the rules earlier-again-but I couldn't focus on them.

My wrist still ached, a faint red bruise on them...wait when did I get bruised? and by who?

Amethyst plopped onto the couch beside me, leaning close. "So, what's with Pearl hanging around? Shouldn't she be off with Sabine or whatever?"

The question hung in the air. I glanced at Pearl, watching as her smile faltered-just slightly. It was almost imperceptible, but for some reason, it sent a chill down my spine.

Pearl's gaze drifted to the window; her expression unreadable. "Oh, Sabine and I..." she started, her voice unusually soft. She paused, as if picking her words carefully. "Things didn't work out."

Her smile returned; this time sharper. "Besides, this is more important." She turned her full attention back to me, her gaze locking onto mine like a spotlight.

I managed a small nod, my throat suddenly dry.

Pearl handed me another card, her fingers brushing against mine briefly. "Your turn," she said, her voice as sweet as honey.

I looked down at my cards, trying to focus on the game. It was easier this way-pretending everything was normal. And honestly, it felt... perfect.

Pearl's laughter filled the room as she leaned back, watching the game unfold. "Uno!" she suddenly shouted; her eyes bright with excitement. Her smile was radiant, practically beaming at me.

For a moment, I smiled back.

But then, that nagging feeling returned.

A tiny fragment of my mind whispered that something wasn't right. The way Pearl's smile lingered too long. The way her voice had shifted when she mentioned Sabine. The way she looked at me, like I was something she couldn't afford to let slip through her fingers.

I shook the thought away. No. Everything was fine.

Pearl giggled again, her gaze never leaving me as she placed her final card down. "Looks like I win again!"

Amethyst let out a loud groan, flopping onto the couch dramatically. "Ugh, figures. You always get so intense with this stuff."

Pearl just chuckled softly, her focus still on me. Her eyes seemed to twinkle, but the weight of her gaze made me want to shrink away.

"Rematch?" she asked sweetly, shuffling the deck with practiced ease.

I swallowed hard, nodding. "Sure."

But no matter how perfect this moment seemed, that voice in the back of my head wouldn't stop.

Something wasn't right.

To be continued...

(Who's next boys? And an unpopular opinion but the plot is going to be even juicer. Stevonnie's in the harem. Yeah, yeah hate me but at the end of the day, those who deny will be the ones looking forward to their sex chapter. Am I right? ;)