The Dark Captain

Chapter 5

Arianna was subjected to the Captain's sexual training daily. For the longest time, he would just use his hands to find every point on her body that sent her temperature soaring. Then, it was his tongue. And damn, if that tongue didn't have her writhing. Currently, he was rubbing his massive cock on her erogenous zones, testing her limits. But not once had the degrading language stopped, and it always had her dripping for him.

She had to admit, she wasn't always obedient. She had to know her own limits. What would get her slapped and what would get her spanked. She learned quickly that being a brat was fun with the Captain, but some risks were not worth it. Especially when it would lead to the chair.

During the first week, the Captain had been in the middle of her training when some HYDRA agents entered their room. She didn't like that. She fought to get out of his hold to cover herself. His grip on her had been so strong that he broke her arm on accident. When it happened, Steve came forward and he had been hurt all over again. Because of her.

"They will come in no matter what we are doing," he said when he returned from his mission. "Get used to it."

Arianna burst into tears as she said, "Please, don't do this in front of them."

"You think I can tell them to wait until we finish? Princess, they are in charge." He groaned as he removed his suit. "We'd be lucky if they don't try to join in."

She wanted to throw up but then she saw his back. "Oh my God! You're still bleeding!" She went to the bathroom and got a towel, a warm rag, and a first aid kit. "Why didn't they clean these?"

"I'm a super soldier."

"Doesn't mean, 'immune to infection!' Sit still!"

She cleaned his wounds and disinfected them. Her hands were gentle. She took out a needle and began stitching one nasty wound. Having an Avenger for a cousin meant you learned how to field-dress a wound. He turned back to her. Despite being cold and hard-faced, his eyes were soft. She sat, waiting. He wanted to kiss her. She wanted to kiss him. Neither moved until the door opened. He turned toward it and she resumed cleaning his wounds. It was the first time Captain Hydra knew what it meant to love.

After that, he had her train to overcome the humiliation of being watched. He wanted to spare her that if he could, but she had to get used to the agents appearing at all times. It was the hardest part of the training, and it took the longest, but her body would react at all times for the Captian. She still hated it, but she would deal with it if it kept him from going to the chair.

On this day, Arianna lay in bed. She had clothes on since she was alone. Some guards had called her Captain away. She marveled at her thoughts. When had he become hers?

But worse, what mission had Valentina de la Fontaine, a.k.a. Madam Hydra, sent him on? How bad would he be hurt? She couldn't lose him. He was her only companion, the only person she saw unless he was summoned on a mission.

In the middle of her thoughts, the door opened. She sat up, expecting her Captain, but two guards walked in. She sat up straighter.

"What's going on?" she asked.

One man said, "We just wanted to see the Captain's new toy."

Arianna knew he was trying to make her feel insecure, but she wasn't taking the bait. "I'm not a toy. Please leave."

"Not what we heard," said a second man. "Tell you what, we'll make it fun."

They parted a path to the door and the first man said, "Run."

She hesitated until they lunged at her. She took off. There were so many halls, she didn't know where she was running. Two more men joined them, blocking her path and forcing her to a dead end. They made obscene noises as they stalked closer. She was holding back tears.

When they grabbed her, she fought back, saying, "Don't touch me!"

One pulled out a knife and another pinned her face first to the wall. No matter her screams, no one seemed to be coming to help. The one pinning her began to run his hand over her body, making her feel ill.

Then, every man was ripped away from her. She turned around and covered her mouth. Her captain was back and he was pissed. He was beating the life out of every man, snapping their neck. The first man who spoke earlier tried to gain control over her Captain, but he threw his shield, cutting the man in half up his body. He stood shocked until each half crumbled like red, squishy paper.

"No one touches her!" Captain Hydra decreed, letting all of the facility hear it as he caught the shield.

She was his. Only he was allowed to play with her body as he saw fit. Any others would pay.

"Captain!" Arianna yelled, running into his arms.

He was shocked for a moment. If he held her, what would it mean? But she needed him. He was her captor but she needed him to survive this place. With hesitant movements, he wrapped his arms carefully around her trembling body, sobs escaping. When she was fully locked to him, a sense of safety filled her.

"I'm here now," he whispered. "I've got you."

"I was so scared," she said through the tears.

He looked her over. "They didn't hurt you, did they?"

She shook her head. They stared at each other, as they had many times since she first cleaned his wounds. With the emotions running through her, she didn't hold back. She pulled him in, kissing him hard. His hand tunneled into her hair, his grip tight and his tongue, the oh-so-wicked tongue, dove into her mouth. He was taking over, and she was letting him as a moan escaped her throat.

He pulled back, saying, "Not yet, princess."

She looked up through her lashes. She wanted him bad and knowing he would kill for her meant everything.