𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 [sᴄᴀʀʟᴇᴛᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀ] | 18+

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

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....