Wanda trembled as the Captain placed his hands on her hips. He squeezed gently, a small indication of the strength he had...the strength that he was going to use on her. What kind of pain was he going to inflict? Did he get off on pain? Wanda prayed that he didn't.

Removing his hands from her and with a flick of his wrist, the Captain brandished a knife. Wanda tried to keep her breathing steady as she felt the tip of the blade touch her chest. For a split second, she was sure he was going to drive the blade into her heart and end this nightmare. But she wasn't so lucky. Instead, goosebumps danced along Wanda's skin when the flimsy dress was suddenly cut away.

"You won't be needing that any longer. You have nothing to hide from me," the Captain muttered as the dress fell to pieces on the ground, leaving her in her bra and underwear. Wanda wasn't sure if she shook from the cold air hitting her skin or what was going to happen to her. It was likely both. "Speechless already, doll?"

Wanda wanted so badly to snap back at him, but nothing came out. Where was the fight in her? The gun brushed along the front of her again as if to answer her question. Wanda couldn't win this fight. Not yet.

"I'm going to cut it off," the Captain stated. "Stay still. I don't want to mark you up just yet."

Wanda didn't hesitate to keep still as the same knife that cut her dress away began to cut away her bra. She knew the knife would pierce her skin or worse if she struggled. Humiliation flared within her as her breasts spilled free, not even registering that he tucked the knife away. With her arms chained, Wanda couldn't even try to hide herself. And she certainly couldn't hide from his heated gaze.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," the Captain groaned, making her shut her eyes.

"You're blushing," he whispered in awe before he growled. "Look at me. I told you not to look away from me."

A gasp came out as he clutched her waist and pulled her against him. The Captain hardly removed the gun from between her legs before replacing it with his knee. His left hand slid up to her breast and Wanda couldn't pull away as his thumb brushed her nipple.

"No, no. Please," Wanda begged as his thumb brushed her nipple again. Maybe using his title would help. "Captain, please..."

"Beg for me, doll," he growled as he bent his head and captured her lips in a bruising kiss. His hand kneaded her breast as he deepened the kiss. Wanda couldn't turn her head away when his tongue probed her lips, demanding entrance. She could hardly breathe as he took over her mouth. And she couldn't stop his knee from rolling against her clothed pussy.

He reached between their bodies and ripped her underwear away. He wasted no time slipping a finger between her folds. Wanda tried to close her legs. Anything to keep him from pushing his finger inside of her.

It suddenly dawned on her just how real this was when she felt another finger move into her entrance. This was really happening. He was really going to take her against her will. But Wanda couldn't let her body betray her kind. She wasn't going to get wet for him. She was not going to enjoy what he does to her. She couldn't....

Wanda took a deep breath when he finally pulled his mouth away, a shudder moving through her body as his fingers curled. She wasn't sure how many seconds passed before he pulled his fingers out. He made sure her eyes were locked his with his as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked the wetness away. Shame filled Wanda when she saw him lick the shine away. She couldn't be wet for him out of enjoyment. It was just her body reacting out of fear and survival.

"Your body tells me the truth," he said as if he read her mind, a ghost of a smirk appearing as he pulled his vest and shirt off. He was built like a God. A terrifying God who was going to demand her worship.

"Please, don't do this," Wanda whimpered when she heard him unbuckle his belt and pants. She hated how small her voice sounded. Why couldn't she be stronger? Was it because she couldn't stop the inevitable?

The Captain's hands moved back to her body briefly, feeling them slide around to squeeze her ass. He stared down at Wanda as he tried to get some sort of reaction from her, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She was proud that she didn't even flinch when he brought a hand back to release himself.

Wanda's eyes widened as he brought his hands to her thighs, easily lifting her body into the air. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but his grip was firm. Those ice blue eyes bore into her soul as he rubbed his cock along her folds. The feel made her heart stop.

"You don't want to do this," Wanda whispered, staring back at him. If she could plead a bit more. If she could reach some part of him-

"Yes, I do," he breathed against her lips before he impaled her. Wanda's mouth fell open in a silent scream as she felt every inch of him inside of her. Her body wasn't prepared for his girth, yet her walls clenched around him in anticipation.

"Fuck, doll," he sighed as he rolled his hips up. Pure terror flowed through Wanda as he moved her legs around his waist. She couldn't remember the last time she had sex. It had been so long and the guy definitely wasn't as large as the Captain.

"Oh, doll. You should see yourself. You look like a vision taking my cock. You're gonna be so good for me. My own little cockslut," the Captain cooed.

She wanted to block out his words. She wanted to block out his deep thrusts. If Wanda thought hard enough, she could imagine that she was at home curled up with a book. That she wasn't trapped in this room, her thighs quaking as she was forced to just take him. That he wasn't making her bounce on his cock like a toy. That she couldn't feel his heavy breaths against her lips, like he was trying to share one breath with her.

"No!" he snapped, making Wanda cry out when he angled his hips with a harsh thrust. "You don't get to disappear on me. You don't get to stay in your head. You feel me? THIS? That's me fucking you."

Wanda bit her lip as tears filled her eyes. He forced her body to move in time with his. The sound of hips meeting hers over and over echoed in the room. Wanda wanted to drown it out.

"No," she whined when his pelvis rubbed against her clit, her sound making him growl. "No!"

"Don't fight me, doll. Everyone fights me. Not you, too. You're mine," he said gruffly as he sank into her. Wanda's body was beginning to glisten from the heat of his movements. She bit back a moan as he kept rubbing her clit. Wanda didn't want to feel the euphoria he was building within her.

"Mine, doll," he panted as his mouth descended on hers. He swallowed her moans down as he forced her tongue to move with his. He held her with one hand like she weighed nothing as his other hand gripped her chin. Wanda's whole body began to shake as she tried to fight the fire fueling her core.

"Please," Wanda whined, sorrow mixing with her growing ecstasy. She didn't want this. How could her body betray her like this? "Please..." she begged, praying he would have mercy on her and end this.

"Show me you're mine, doll. Cum for me."

Wanda couldn't prevent the storm from erupting inside of her, crying out as she came. The tears that had threatened to spill over before fell as he rode out her orgasm. Through the fog, she felt the Captain pound harder into her. A whine was torn from her throat as his thrusts turned almost frantic.

"Please. Don't," Wanda barely whispered as his mouth moved to her neck. He grunted and growled against her pulse, his teeth scraping her skin. She could have sworn he growled her name when she felt his hips still, his seed spilling into her.

The Captain kept his mouth against her neck as he panted through his own climax. The sound of it mixed with her soft sobs. Oh, shit. He came inside of her. He didn't use any protection and she wasn't on anything. Wanda was distracted momentarily once he caught his breath, his hand came up to wipe some tears. His lips followed them as she squeezed her eyes shut.

"So good for me, doll," he praised as he kissed over to her lips. The kiss was so tender. It made Wanda want to scream. He finally pulled out of her, making her hiss, before he lowered her shaky legs back to the ground. Wanda felt bile rise to her throat as his release slid from her throbbing cunt.

"You were very good. My perfect little whore."

Wanda wished she could feel numb, but right now she felt everything. She felt the ache in her core from his violation. The shame she felt was even stronger that he got her off. And she felt her whole body shiver when the Captain spoke again.

"Unfortunately, we will have to wait to continue our fun until tomorrow. I have some neccesary buisness to take care of."

He then quickly got dressed back in his tactical gear and walked over to the bed to retreive a blanket. He walked back over to her and wrapped her effortlessly in the blanket, Wanda not even bothering to fight back. An almost proud smile found it's way creeping across the Captain's face.

"You're already getting better at obeying me, doll."

And with that he left as Wanda collapsed helplessly on the cold concrete floor, her only relief being the warmth from the rather large blanket.