I know that I shouldn't but this has been rattling around in my head and driving me crazy.

It's a Captain America/OC fic and it starts out kind of dark, but will get better with time I hope because hero's like the Cap- they deserve happy endings.

So you've been warned. No flames are allowed.

R&R and have fun. Okay.

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Have you ever had moments in you're life where you've gotten to the supposed cross roads just a tad bit too early and wondered what the hell was going on? Well, if so then you must know what I'm currently thinking waking up in the middle of a windowless, large padded room on a big four post ornate carved oak bed with white and red satin sheets. Again, wondering, what the hell happened to land me here?

I didn't recall any kidnapping, mugging or anything else of the sort since I had been home. Or at least I was sure that I had been home. My head was a little achy and my limbs stiff from lying still for far too long.

My clothing (which earlier, if I recalled correctly, had been a simple pair of baggy jeans and an emerald green belly shirt that I liked to wear around my home) but since then had mysteriously changed into a filmy white wedding dress with a deep V in both the front and back and a loose flowing skirt which I take a moment to lift up and realize that... It comes complete with silk stockings, garter belt and NO panties whatsoever.

I can barely contain my bloodlust, I just feel so goddamn pretty and special right now that I just want to remove someone's head from their shoulders and scream bloody murder at it.

My normally easy styled mid back length dark hair had been cut a bit, teased, fluffed and- I sigh and cringe as I try to run my fingers through the mess and nearly rip some of it out- was that...hairspray? As in actual honest to god hairspray?

Now I may not be a girly-girl, nor totally a tom boy- but hair spraying me was just wrong. So wrong in fact that it crossed the line. I didn't know who had put me in this room or why but- I begin to move towards the edge of the bed, feeling a world class bitch fit brewing in me when I was finally alerted to it. Another person's presence.

The faint clinking of chains dragging across the floor of the room.

Pausing, my heart in my throat I try to find the source. But the second I start to turn my head the lights flicker and die and then a strange smell permeates the air.

Musky, yet almost sweet- And doing what I do for a living, I can almost taste it on my tongue. The musk was male sex hormones and the other...the other was sweet like woman sex pheromones.

Shit. I thought as she looked around almost in a panic as the gas continued to filter into the room. Whoever was in the room with me was some unknown guy and he and I were both being dosed!

Not good. This was so not good.

In a matter of minutes we would both be so out of it that we could easily rip off every layer of our skin we had on our bodies and still find...uh, whatever we were supposed to do- pleasurable even while we slowly bled to death.

The chains sounded again. The heavy tinkling of metal on metal pricking at her nerves as I tried to track the sound and movement in the darkness. It didn't work so well though. Cause one moment I was on my knees with my head tipped slightly to the side listening and the next something large and heavy tackled me onto my stomach on the bed forcing a startled scream from my throat as a heavy hand wrapped it's fingers around my slender neck causing me to shiver.

In fear or anticipation of what came next, I couldn't begin to tell.

But I knew the exact moment when the drugs seemed to finally seep into my brain. I could feel it in my lower body. The way my abdomen muscles clenched and unclenched- dying for something, anything- thick and hard to fill me. The drug must have finally, fully penetrated his mind as well. Because I can feel him wrap his thick, steely arms around me and drag me back against him so that he can rub and grind against my bottom.

His most basic of instinct taking over. Clouding his senses as I feel him breathe against the side of my neck. The warm moistness of his breath against my bare skin is almost enough to make me cry.

I've become so sensitive that just the slightest touch, skim, tug or pull is somewhat painful to me.

I can only imagine what it must be like for him as he slides his hands inside the top of my dress and begin to cup and with my nipples. Carefully (weird that he seems almost awkward at this) and somewhat gently rub my breasts until they feel like the skin has been peeled off of my sore and aching tits.

It's at this point that my companion slips a hand underneath me and flips me with such force that I land with a shriek in the middle of the bed and suddenly find myself pinned again before I can even so much as settle. My companion's heavy weight pressing me down into the mattress as I vaguely hear the rending of fabric and feel cool air against my bared lower body.

A hungry mouth descends on my own, stealing my breath while a foreign tongue duels with my own for dominance. He adds a little more force to my lips and almost irritably pinch's one of my sore nipples until I submit to him. And once he had my submission-

That's when the real fun begins.

I can feel him everywhere almost at once. Hands, mouth, cock- Oh. Oh! My confused mind practically screams as I feel him surging within me. Just when had that happened? I wondered as he grips my hips and lifts me partially off of the bed so that my spine was bowed back, my now naked breasts thrust out like an offering as I tried to figure out just what to hold on to.

The tangled bed sheets underneath us or the heavily muscled shoulders of the man ravishing me. Apparently I decide the latter since one hand grips his bicep- and holy shit this man whoever he is, is built! His damn bicep is almost the same size around as my head- And the other hand tightly grips the bed sheets.

It can't be helped, I suppose.

I'm about to cum, and as if sensing this, my companion speeds up to the point where he is pounding into me hard enough to do permanent damage to my womb. And as much as it hurts, the pleasure is still there and though I know it's wrong- I'm being violated by some guy I don't even know for fuck's sake- I'm still getting off on it (this means that there's probably something wrong with me and I'll need therapy for a good long while) even as I'm crying out in ecstasy.

Completely missing the fact that my companion's cock has swollen to almost twice the size that it was when we started and he's pouring his cum into my unprotected womb like there's no tomorrow. And even when he's finished, he doesn't withdraw from me.

I imagine he wouldn't for a while since we still had plenty of drugs in our systems to sweat out.

No- he merely pulls me tightly against his body and heaves a sigh as he lays us both down on the bed for a short rest. His sweat covered skin feeling unnaturally sticky and gross to me while he occasionally nuzzles my nape and kisses my shoulder in an oddly tender fashion that was totally at odds with how he had just finished pounding himself into me mere moments before.

Whatever lover boy, I think as he raises up a tad on his elbow and presses an achingly sweet kiss to my cheek. The second I'm out of this place and away from lover boy here- I'm going straight to the police.

He lays back down and breathes deeply and then exhales, his every breath against my skin is still painful though. I think as I try to quell the urge to scratch at my skin as my eyes slowly drift closed in the hopes of some rest before the next sex session begins.