You twisted and turned your wrists in the thick metal shackles wrapped around your slender wrists, cold metal stinging you. Both of your hands were chained above your head, a meter apart to a bar hanging from the ceiling. Your knees were turning numb from being knelt for so long. You weren't sure how long you were even kneeling for. This was how you woke up. Your ankles were chained to the floor, the cold concrete also burning your skin with iciness.
You groaned softly as you wiggled about in your restraints, the position uncomfortable and straining your arms. Your body shivered in the cold room as you were stripped of your clothes, having no idea where they were. The only thing you were wearing was a black mask across your face, covering from your nose to your jaw. It was hot underneath it and kept your voice to a minimum.
The room was dark with only the light flooding in through a window at the top. You couldn't turn around to see what was behind you but in front was a table with some items on top that you couldn't make out.
Your day had been going normal, having just finished your shift at the hospital and then making your way home through the streets of D.C. but then as you had turned the corner to head down the street leading to your apartment, someone grabbed you from behind, pushed you against the wall and injected you with some drug that passed you out. And now you were here, chained like an animal, naked and scared.
The chains rattled in the otherwise silent room, and you huffed as your arms were starting to ache now. But then, the door behind you slammed open, a bright light beaming inside and projecting on the wall in front. There was a shadow of a tall man, broad shoulders, and long arms as he stood behind. You stared wide eyed at the shadow and as they moved in, shutting the door behind them, your heart started to beat with fear as they stood behind you. You could feel the presence and it made you shiver. A light flickered on, and you squinted as it was so bright compared to the looming darkness you had been sat in for so long.
Your hands ceased their struggle with the chains, and you kept your head forward, eyes locked onto one spot on the floor, waiting for the assailant to show himself. His boots scuffed on the floor, walking past you and you whimpered like a little puppy under the mask, eyes drawn to the tall man now standing in front of you. His pack was towards you so you couldn't see his face however it didn't stop you from taking in his features.
Dressed in tactical gear, tight black trousers, big chunky boots, and a leather jacket. His hair was long, dark, and wavy. But what really spoke to you was his arm. Full on metal from shoulder to fingers, the shiny arm glinting in the light. It was muscular and strong and nothing you had ever seen before.
The man fiddled with some items on the table before he slowly turned around, his face now visible to you. His jawline was sharp and snatched, with a short muzzle of hair. His eyes were bright blue and locked straight onto yours, the look of intimidation dripping onto you. You wiggled in the chains, gulping down a hard lump in the back of your throat. It was him… the winter soldier. Formally known as Sargent James 'Bucky' Barnes, he used to work with your dad, Steve Rogers until he supposedly died fighting for his country. But then it was found that he was taken by Hydra, brainwashed, and manipulated into a soldier to fight for them, to kill anyone who was a threat. But you wondered why you were here, naked and tied up.
Surely you weren't a threat to Hydra. Yes, your father was trying to take them down and had down all those years ago but by kidnap you and keep you alive, this wasn't his style.
Bucky stepped forward, standing closer to you now and he slowly crouched down, arms resting on his knees. his eyes wandered across your body, taking in the sight of you and you swallowed again. You felt vulnerable and exposed, your naked body on display for him and there was no way to cover yourself up.
His metal arm twitched, and his fingers clenched together, the metal clacking which made your stomach turn over itself, a sick feeling in the pit. Bucky took a deep breath, his eyes coming back to yours. His metal hand reached out, grabbing your throat, and squeezed slowly, cutting off the air. You whimpered under the mask, eyes wide and fearful as Bucky leaned forward, pressing his nose into your hair, and breathing deeply, taking in your sweet scent. His nose ran down the side of your face, lips close to your check, teasing the skin and sending shivers down your spine.
He moaned softly, taking pleasure in taking your scent in. You closed your eyes, trying to ignore it all, trying to think of something to distract you from the fact your dad's former best friend has you currently tied and at his disposal.
His lips lingered over your temple and suddenly his tongue darted out, licking the side of your face. You groaned, whimpering, and trying to move your head away but his grip was too tight. His lips grew into a devilish smirk.
"Does this scare you?" he asked softly, his voice just above a whisper and you nodded. Not only scared but intimidated you. His control he had was total and you had nothing.
"Scared about what I'm going to do with you" he whispered, and you nodded again. What was he going to do with you?
He chuckled softly and he let go of your throat. You gasped for as much air as you could get through the mask, heaving and coughing.
Bucky reached behind your head and unclipped the mask, pulling it away and throwing it to the side, hearing it clatter on the concrete. You gasped, heavy shuddery breaths as the cold air hit your face, almost like a sting from a bee.
"Please, you don't have to do this" you pleaded, and Bucky smirked, standing up and walking to the table.
"Please, please just let me go, I won't tell anyone about this" you begged, and Bucky shook his head.
"I can't do that" he said simply.
"Why" you whispered, and he turned back around, staring down at you with those dominant eyes.
"Because you are my mission" he grabbed something from the table and started to walk back over to you. You tried to push yourself back but didn't go very far as the chains stopped you and you started to panic.
"What's that?" in his hand was some sort of collar with a box on the front. Bucky crouched down before you and unbuckled it.
"Something to keep you in line" he grabbed your hair and yanked your head forwards causing you to yelp and he forced the collar around your neck, locking it tightly at the back. The box on the front had two metal prongs sticking into your neck and it was tight and restricting. Tears started to well behind your eyes and then your head was pulled back, exposing your neck to Bucky. He checked the collar, rattling it to make sure it was secure.
"Wh-what are you going to do with me" you whimpered, and Bucky grabbed your jaw in his human hand, tightening it around your chin so you were staring right at each other.
"Whatever I want, you are my mission, and I was given orders that I'm able to do whatever I like with you, so long as your father plays along".
"My father will kill you; he'll find you and-ahhh" Bucky gripped your face tighter and stared at you with those deadly blue eyes.
"Your father is a dead man, and when he finds out where his daughter his, he will play into our hands. Now you can make this easy on yourself and do as your told… are you going to be a good girl?" he asked, and you nodded your head slowly. His lips curled into a smile, and he lent forward, kissing you hard, his tongue prying your lips open and swirling inside your mouth.
His kiss was hot and despite it, you felt a tingle run down your body to between your legs, the hotness of the kiss turning you on. You groaned into his lips, unable to move as his hand had a hold of you still. His teeth grazed your bottom lip and tugged hard, pulling it away and snapping it back like a rubber band.
"That's right, you're going to be a good little girl for me" he whispered.
"Bucky please" you begged.
"My name isn't Bucky… it's Sir" he said into your ear, his hot breath sending sensations down your spine.
His hand let go of your face and slowly started to run down your body, touching every inch of your chest, grabbing one of your tits and squeezing. You gasped and looked down, watching as his hand started to go lower.
Oh no please
His hand reached the top of your crotch, fingers now walking across the skin to the clit. They dived deeper, gently stroking over your flaps and down to your hole, curling up inside and you jumped in fright from both pleasure and unexpectancy. His fingers rubbed small circles across your clit, sensations clouding your mind and you couldn't help the moan escape you.
"Does that feel good, you like my fingers touching your little clit" he whispered in your ear, and you shuddered, not wanting to give the truth… it did feel good.
"Mmm" was all you answered with.
"Speak up, that's an order" he commanded dominantly, and you swallowed.
"Yes" you squeaked, and the hand came back to your throat, squeezing tightly.
"Yes what?".
"Yes Sir" you croaked and Bucky grinned, dropping his hand and returning to your pussy. His long fingers delved deeper inside you, curling and stroking, sending tingles up your body and a sweat started to break. The pleasure was real, and you were trying hard to not enjoy this. His strokes began to turn faster and deeper, sending a spiral of pulses through you as your orgasm began its journey. You didn't want him to stop but at the same time you knew you shouldn't be enjoying this. They are only doing this to get back at your father.
"Ohhh" you moaned under your breath.
"What's that, does this little slut want to come?" Bucky teased and you whimpered, nodding, eyes squeaked tightly to avoid those dark blue eyes of his, the humiliation beating down on you.
His fingers moved quicker, rubbing harsh circles on your clit and it pulsed and twitched as your climax was near the finish line. He pumped his fingers in and out of your hole, slapping your pussy as he did and making your body shake with pleasure.
"Oh god" you cried, and you were ready to release.
"If you want to come, you're going to beg me" he gritted in your ear, and you whimpered. You wanted this torture over and done with.
"Please, please Sir let me come" you blushed as you spoke the words. A few more pumps and your pussy was ready to explode. You sucked in a deep breath, ready for the climax but suddenly the pleasure drifted away as Bucky pulled his hand away, cold air hitting your warm spot and you shook with withdrawal. You looked over to him with wide eyes, mouth dropped open in shock. He was so in control he took away your pleasure just like that. His mouth was turned into a smirk, and he titled his head to the side.
"What, you got something to say?" he teased, and you breathed heavily, chest huffing up and down. Bucky stood up, shuffling over to the table. You glared at him, gripping the chains tightly in your hands. You were furious.
"Did you think I was going to let you come that easily" he said.
"Fuck you" you spat back, and Bucky turned around, eyebrow raised.
"That's not very nice now" he sounded hurt, but you knew he was only putting it on for show.
"Good" you answered, and Bucky sighed, walking back to you.
"You keep that up and I'll have to punish you" he threatened.
"So, do you worst-ahhh" a sharp slap hit your face as it whipped to the side, a sting burning you on the left cheek. The metal from his hand really cut into your skin and the paleness turned a bright red. His hand grabbed your face, turning it back to look him in the eye as he leaned down, towering over you.
"I thought you said you were going to be a good girl" he murmured, and you swallowed.
"Do I have to punish you harder" he asked, and you shook your head.
"Good, because I will if I have to" he threw your head down and you sighed. Your arms were now completely numb from being held up for so long, hands turning a deep purple from the loss of blood. You looked up as you heard a belt buckle unbuckling and saw Bucky began to remove his gear, throwing the hardness with his guns on the table, slapping his knife on top and then moving to his trousers, unzipping the zip on the front.
"And now it's time for me to take what's mine" he smirked and stalked around the back of you, His hands gripped your waist and tugged you, so you were leaning forward slightly, ass in the air. He knelt behind you, rubbing his hand along your pussy once again, fingers collecting your slick and rubbing it to lube you up.
"You ready to get fucked" he said closely, and you moaned as the tip of his cock rubbed against you hole. You knew you shouldn't enjoy this, but it was turning you on, the solider having complete and utter control despite your defiance.
"Yes" you whispered, and his metal hand gripped around your throat, tugging you back gently.
"Yes what… how many times do I have to remind you" he said.
"Yes Sir" you corrected and moaned softly as his teeth took your ear, biting softly and licking the side of your face, tasting you.
"That's right, who's your master" he sunk deep into you, thrusting slowly as he teased you.
"You are" you groaned, vision now becoming distorted from the air supply being cut off.
"That's right, who do you belong to".
"You Sir, I belong to you" your voice was just above a whisper and Bucky grinned, kissing you softly.
"Good girl" he began to fuck you, thrusting back and forth, balls slapping against your pussy. His metal hand stayed put on your throat, both holding you in place physically and mentally. His cock was so big, and you felt full up. His body slammed against yours as he began to pick up the pace. Pleasure swarmed your body. It was like nothing you had felt before. perhaps it was the super soldier in him that was making you feel this way.
Your pussy was on fire now, your juices dripping down your thighs, the hotness making you sweat. You were moaning at the top of your lungs, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your back arched as he pulled back on your throat, tongue darting out to lick your naked back, licking the sweat pooling in the crook.
"God, you taste delicious" he moaned.
His teeth grazed the skin, leaving red marks down your flesh. It was all so intense, the biting, the hand gripping your throat, metal to skin, the pleasure sinking deep to your core. Your orgasm was coming back and this time you were hoping to release. There was nothing worse than being denied the pleasure you wanted.
His other hand gripped your waist, digging into your skin and leaving finger marks. You gasped in shock as suddenly a sharp slap hit your ass, the sting radiating across. You dug yourself deeper into the floor, your mind spinning out of control and reality.
Bucky grabbed your hair, pulling your head back and his lips attacked your neck, biting the skin and leaving marks across, deep and purple. You were his and he was going to make sure you remembered.
"Oh my god" you moaned as your orgasm was getting closer and legs starting to shake.
"Fuck I can feel you clenching around me, you want to come so badly don't you" he teased, and you nodded.
"Oh, please Sir" you begged. It was what he wanted to hear and if it got you what you wanted then so be it.
"Please what" he teased again.
"Please let me come" you moaned, closing your eyes and falling into a dark place of submission and pleasure.
"What will you do if I let you come" he asked, fucking you hard and deep. His cock was slamming into you now and you were losing the control to hold back.
"Whatever you want me to do Sir" you gave into his control, his possession. You'd do anything to receive the pleasure.
"Anything I want right, because you belong to me don't you" he said in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine in a good way.
"Yes Sir, I belong to you, please let me come" you whispered, squeezing tightly so you didn't come without his permission. You didn't want to be punished, you wanted this over.
Bucky pounded you hard and fast and you could feel your pussy twitching just waiting to release. You moaned loudly, almost screaming as it was becoming too much.
"Come for me" as the words left his lips, you gave in, releasing your orgasm and climaxing around his cock. You fell forwards, the only thing holding you up being the restraints and let yourself come. Your pussy was hot and slightly sore from the intense fucking Bucky had given you. But he didn't stop there. His cum covered cock continued as he started to reach his own climax.
Bucky groaned, gritting his teeth onto his lip and when he felt his cock begin to twitch inside you, he yanked himself out, quickly moving in front of you, holding your head in place as he came in your mouth, squirting his juice inside. You were exhausted and thoroughly fucked. You didn't resist, you didn't defy. You did as he wanted… to be a good girl.
His come covered your mouth and you looked up with tried hooded eyes as he calmed down, taking steady breaths. He rubbed his thumb across your lips, feeding more of his come inside you and you sucked on his thumb, tasting his juice.
"That's it, take all of my come" he breathed. His forehead was lined with sweat, long hair messy and crouched down, taking your face in his hand before kissing you roughly. He pulled away with a smack of your lips and smirked.
"I'll be back, you be a good girl while I'm gone" he whispered and you nodded, staring into those deep blue eyes, the ones so captivating.
"Yes… Sir" you murmured and when he let go, your head dropped, breathing deeply. His footsteps disappeared as he left the room, the last thing you hearing was the door slamming shut and you were left alone.
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