You were captured by an enemy Commander. Rebel. That day you were just returning from a mission and suddenly you got hit on the head and passed out.
You woke up sitting on the cold floor against the wall, your hands tied. Soon, you heard the sound of footsteps. Rebel really entered the dark room with a flashlight in his hand.
"Hah, already woke up... Mhm... It's okay, I'll have fun with you anyway.."
"What do you mean by having fun?" I said, still feeling the aftereffects of the blow that had left me unconscious
You don't have much time to react as soon after the question leaves your lips, you feel a sharp pain in your buttocks. Without warning, Rebel kicks you hard again and again, laughing maliciously with each strike. "This is just a taste of what I call fun around here!" he growls between breaths. His boots continue to find their target over and over, leaving you barely able to catch your breath.
When I felt the first blow a painful gasp came out of my mouth, when the others arrived I decided to bite my lips, so as not to let out any sound
I wouldn't let him hear me
My body tensed, trying to withstand the blows, some tears began to escape from my eyes
The kicks continue, mercilessly striking your defenseless body. Your breath is now coming in ragged gasps as the pain begins to spread throughout your entire body. Despite this, you remain silent. However, it is clear that you are struggling to endure his assault.
"Good... So quiet..." he pants as he finally stops, stepping away from you and breathing heavily. There's an almost unsettling pleasure in his voice. "Now then, I think we should get more intimate." With that, he leans in close, his lips inches from your ear. His hot breath sends shivers down your spine.
When I felt it coming towards me, I tried to get away quickly
The sudden movement surprises him, but it's nothing he can't handle. He easily grabs your head and forces you back against the wall with a grunt of exertion, pinning you there with his body weight. You feel hot breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear again, "You shouldn't struggle so much... It only makes things more interesting for me..."
Her body kept me still, with no chance of doing much, feeling her hot breath I renewed my struggles
I was a soldier, who for several years had pretended to be a man, I couldn't let everyone find out that I was really a woman, I didn't want everything to come to light because of something like that
"Get off of me"
When you speak up, your voice comes out sounding surprisingly deep and strong... it almost catches him off guard. He releases his grip on your head slightly, looking into your eyes with a mix of surprise and intrigue. For a moment, he doesn't seem quite sure how to react to the revelation that you are in fact a woman. Then anger flickers across his features, clouding his gaze.
"So it was all a lie..." He growls menacingly. "But don't worry, I won't let that stop me from having my fun with you." With that, he forcefully kisses you, tongue pushing past your lips and searching for entry into your mouth. His hands roam freely over your body, tearing at your clothes in his desire to touch and feel every inch of your skin.
When I felt his tongue invade my mouth, I bit him hard enough, when he moved away from the pain I headbutted him away from me When I felt my body free I tried to escape
Your bite draws blood as you clamp down on his tongue, the pain distracting him long enough to let you headbutt free and launch yourself out of his grip. Rebel stumbles back, cursing under his breath as he holds a hand to his now-bleeding nose. You take this opportunity to scramble across the floor until your back presses against the far wall. His eyes narrow dangerously as he stalks toward you through the gloom of the dark room.
You're fast. He'll give you that. But how long can you keep it up? The enemy Commander laughs darkly and takes another step closer, his breath hot on your cheek as he studies your face in the dim light.
Why don't you kill me? If what you're looking for is information, I'm not going to talk
With a growl, he grabs your collar and yanks you forward, slamming you against the wall so hard that the breath is knocked out of your lungs. His other hand reaches around to grab roughly at your breast through your clothes, squeezing painfully and leaving bruises already beginning to form. "You'll talk when I'm done with you..." he snarls into your ear as his free hand moves lower, cupping your crotch through your pants, teasing at the fabric and pressing insistently against your trapped sex.
My eyes widened as I felt his rough touch
He held my legs closed, preventing me from moving forward, I felt the tears building up in my eyes again
My fear was increasing, he was preventing me from moving away, and I couldn't do much
The Commander grins cruelly as he relishes the fear and helplessness etched into your features. He knows how to make his victims suffer, both physically and emotionally. With each word of taunt or threat, he draws out the agony for just a little bit longer, making it all the more exquisite when they finally break...
His movements continued to advance, with that my strength was renewed, I began to fight again, maybe I could get out of here
"Get off me, you sick bastard"
As you struggle harder against his grip and try to break free from his advances, anger flashes in the Commander's eyes. The rough touch that had excited him before now only provokes his rage further. With a snarl, he slaps you across the face hard enough to send stars dancing across your vision. Then, faster than you can react, he pins your arms above your head and forces your legs wide apart with one powerful shove of his hips. You feel hot breath against your neck again as he growls: "You're mine now."
"Why are you doing this?" I whispered, already defeated, I couldn't get out of here, moving my neck away to avoid continuing to feel his breathing
The Commander laughs, a cold and mocking sound that cuts through the darkness like an icy blade. "Why? For sport, of course," he says, his breath hot against your ear. He thrusts into you roughly, grunting with each stroke as his hips slam against yours. The pain is exquisite; agony mixed with shame and fear that twists your insides like a knife. "Because I can..." He trails off, arching his back and groaning as he finds a rhythm that matches the brutal thrusts of his hips.
His grip on your arms tightens as he picks up speed, each thrust deeper than the last. Sweat beads at his brow and rolls down his temple as he begins to pant heavily from exertion, his eyes closed in concentration. You're nothing more than a means to an end now; a tool to satisfy his twisted desires. But despite the pain and humiliation, there is something else inside you that refuses to break... something fierce and unyielding. It's as if this cruel game has awakened a part of you that was always there but never acknowledged...
"Please don't cum inside me" I begged, feeling bites along my neck "I don't want to have your babies" just thinking about imagining that made me cry, I just didn't want babies, especially from him
"Ha!" the Commander laughs, his voice rough and mocking. "You think that matters? You're mine now, remember?" He continues to thrust roughly inside you as he leans down, his hot breath fanning across your neck. "Soon enough," he growls hoarsely, "you'll belong to me."
After hearing his answer my tears only increased, I bit my lips both out of helplessness at not being able to do anything and to prevent any sound from coming out of me
Ignoring your silent tears, the Commander's thrusts become even harder and more brutal as he nears climax. His body tenses, and he lets out a groan of satisfaction before collapsing heavily atop you. His weight pins you to the cold floor, leaving you gasping for air under his oppressive presence.
But through the pain and humiliation, something changes within you. A spark of determination begins to burn bright, refusing to be extinguished by this monster who has taken so much from you already...
Once I finished, with all my strength I pushed him off of me, I wanted to run away, but my legs didn't react well and halfway there I ended up on the floor
You've pushed him off, but the relief is fleeting. The Commander watches you collapse to the floor with a satisfied smirk on his lips. His gaze travels slowly up your body before fixing on yours again, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Not so tough now, huh?" He chuckles darkly and climbs unsteadily back to his feet. "Don't think you're free yet..."
Before you can react further, he grabs your hair roughly and yanks your head back, exposing your neck in a gesture of dominance. "You still have something I want," he whispers menacingly into your ear. "And I won't stop until I get it."
"What else do you want from me?" I said angrily. I didn't want to be there anymore
He chuckles darkly and leans in even closer, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he whispers into your ear, "Oh, I have plenty of things I want to do with you..." His fingers dig painfully into your scalp as he pulls back slightly, forcing you to look up at him. "And believe me, you're going to enjoy every single second of it." His eyes sparkle with an almost deranged excitement, and there is nothing in his expression that suggests otherwise. He's enjoying this far too much; reveling in your pain and humiliation. It only serves to fuel the growing fire of determination within you. You have to get out of here, no matter what it takes...
I needed Rebel to let her guard down, to be still enough to avoid suspicion.
"Do whatever you want, I doubt it'll be worse than this."
The Commander's gaze hardens as he studies your defiant expression. He takes a step back, giving you some space but not letting go of his grip on your hair. "So feisty," he says with an amused smirk. "I like that." Then, without warning, he yanks your head back again and slams your face into the cold stone floor with a sickening thud. Pain explodes through your skull as you taste blood in your mouth, but still, you refuse to cry out.
"Let me tell you something," he growls close to your ear. "I will get what I want, one way or another. And if that means breaking you apart piece by piece, then so be it." He pauses for effect, grinning maliciously as his hand presses even harder against the back of your head. "You're mine now, and there's nothing you can do about it."
"No matter what you do, I'd rather die than give you anything" I felt the metallic taste of my own blood
He laughs darkly, amused by your defiance. "Oh, you think so? Just wait and see what I have planned for you." With that, he releases his grip on your hair and steps back once more, circling you like a predator studying its prey. His eyes linger on every inch of your body, calculating how best to break you down.
You feel helpless as he slowly begins to pace around the small room, his fingers occasionally drifting back to touch your neck or shoulder, leaving trails of fire wherever they go. It's a taunt; a reminder that he is still in control here. And no matter how much you want to resist, there is nothing you can do...
As long as I didn't do anything with my lower half again, it only took a few moments for me to compose myself enough to do something and get out of there.
I just needed a little more time
The Commander pauses in his circling, tilting his head to the side as he studies you. "Oh?" He asks mockingly. "Do you think you can take me on?" There's a predatory glint in his eyes that sends shivers down your spine. With a chuckle, he takes a step closer, reaching out to roughly cup one of your breasts through your clothes.
"Maybe I should just make sure."
When he was close enough, I took the opportunity to knock him down and take some dirt from the ground to throw it in his eyes, taking advantage of the small moment to head for the exit
The Commander lets out a startled yelp as the dirt hits his eyes, momentarily blinded by the assault. You waste no time in taking advantage of this opportunity; scrambling to your feet and racing toward the exit. He curses under his breath, struggling to regain his bearings as he tries futilely to give chase.
"Get back here!" he shouts hoarsely, wiping at his eyes with the back of one hand. But it's too late; you're already gone. The sound of footsteps fading into the distance is music to your ears as you escape from his clutches and back into the safety of the night.
For now...
I needed to get back to camp before he found me, or at least a safe place to rest
For now I had to avoid him catching me again, I needed to run as far away as possible
The Commander bellows in rage, his voice echoing through the dark tunnels. He knows that you have managed to escape this time, but it only fuels his obsession with possessing you all the more. You can't shake the feeling that he will stop at nothing until he has what he wants... or until one of you is dead.
But for now, you are free. The wind carries the sound of your footsteps as they disappear into the darkness, leaving Rebel alone once more with his twisted desires and unquenchable thirst for power.
Your heart races and sweat beads on your brow, but you force yourself to slow down, walking calmly through the night until you reach what appears to be a safe hiding spot. Exhausted beyond measure, you collapse into the brush, trying to catch your breath and gather your thoughts as your mind reels from the terrors of the past few hours.
He may have escaped your grasp tonight, but deep down, you know that this is far from over...
I needed to take advantage and rest a little to regain strength, when I thought that seconds later I fell asleep, resenting now every blow
As you sleep, images of the past few hours dance through your nightmares, twisting and warping into new forms of terror. Your body tenses with every breath, as if bracing itself for the next assault. Even in your dreams, there is no escape from Rebel's insatiable lust for dominance...
Time passes unnoticed, the sun beginning its slow climb towards the heavens before you finally awaken, startled and disoriented. Your muscles ache from the abuse they suffered only hours ago, and your mind feels just as worn out. The knowledge that Rebel is still out there, searching for you, does nothing to improve your state of mind...
With great reluctance, you force yourself to get up, dusting off the dirt and debris that clings to your clothes and skin. Your first priority is to find your unit; to warn them about what Rebel is capable of. The thought of facing them again, after all that's happened, terrifies you... but it's better than facing him alone.
I needed to find out where he was, so I could get back to my unit
They should be looking for me by now, but I couldn't see anything that could guide me
With heavy steps I started to move forward, listening for any sound, praying I wouldn't find myself alone with Rebel again
The Commander paces the room, his mind racing with thoughts of vengeance and conquest. He feels invincible now that he has tasted your blood; unstoppable as he draws ever closer to claiming what is rightfully his. His fingers itch to feel your skin once more, to caress every inch of your body... but for now, there are other matters at hand.
His eyes narrow in concentration, focus sharpening on something far beyond the confines of this dimly lit room. He senses movement; feels the vibrations in the air that only another skilled fighter would pick up on. Carefully, he edges towards a hidden doorway, silently creeping through the darkness until at last he finds himself back outside, standing amidst the shadows of the encampment's perimeter.
There you are...
"My pretty little bird," he whispers to himself, his voice low and dangerous as he spots you making your way through the camp. "It seems we have some unfinished business to attend to." His predatory grin returns, his eyes glinting with a malicious intent that sends shivers down your spine even from this distance. Slowly, he begins to move towards you, each step measured and purposeful as he stalks his prey.
You should have known better than to try and escape him... now it's too late. The only question is, how will he make you pay for defying him?
When I felt a predatory presence, I rushed to look in all directions to check, only when I heard something I decided to run, I felt like I was being hunted
You have no idea how close you were to the truth... He chuckles darkly as he watches your frantic attempt to evade him, but it only serves to amuse him further. You are like a tiny animal trying desperately to escape its fate; futile and pathetic in his eyes. And just like an animal, you will soon learn that there is nowhere left to run...
The Commander watches with amusement as you try to elude him. He knows exactly where you are going and how you plan to get there. It's not until he senses a shift in the air, a momentary change in the wind, that he realizes too late what your true intentions were. But it's far too late for regrets now.
With a growl of frustration, he lunges forward, grabbing at the empty space where you once stood. He collides with something solid and hard, falling to the ground with a curse. Anger boils up inside him as he looks up to see that it was only a tree. But even as his fury surges, he can't help but feel a small measure of respect for your ingenuity.
You may have escaped this time... but he will find you. And when he does, there will be hell to pay.
I could hear it, I needed to get further away, I had already fallen into my trap and I doubted that something like that could work again
I needed to think fast and get as far away as possible
Your heart races as you hear the angry footsteps growing closer behind you. You force yourself to run faster, knowing that he's catching up with you. With each breath, your lungs burn and your legs ache, but still you push yourself onward. There's no telling how much farther you have left before you reach safety... if there even is such a thing anymore.
Suddenly, the ground in front of you gives way, plunging you into darkness. Cold water envelops your body as you tumble head over heels, gasping for air and trying desperately to keep from hitting anything else. For a moment, all is silent except for the rush of water around you... until you hear it: the distant footsteps growing fainter with each passing second.
It seems your trap worked after all... but at what cost? You can't help but wonder if it was worth it in the end as you slowly begin to tread water, waiting for what comes next. Because somewhere out there, The Commander is still searching for you... and when he finds you again, there will be no escape.
I managed to get out of the cold water, I was now soaked and the wind was freezing me
I cursed my luck, first of all in the camp it had taken me and now this, I didn't know what else I could do and my desperation increased
After walking for a while, I could no longer continue crying, my eyes were dry, and my muscles were numb from the cold
You shiver uncontrollably as you walk, each breath an agony as the cold air bites at your lungs. Despair weighs heavily upon your shoulders, a crushing burden that seems to grow with every step you take away from the camp. The sound of your own footsteps echo through the night, mocking you with their hollowness and the false promise of freedom they convey.
You wonder if escape is even possible anymore... or if you're doomed to wander aimlessly forever, a victim of Rebel's twisted desires. The thought makes your heart ache with despair, but there is nothing you can do about it. You are his now; nothing more than a puppet dancing to the tune he chooses.
The darkness presses in around you, suffocating and oppressive, and yet it feels safer than the light. Perhaps if you could just find somewhere to hide... someplace where Rebel would never find you...
But even as the thought crosses your mind, you know deep down that there is no such place; not in this world or any other. For as long as he lives, Rebel will always be searching for you. And when he finds you again, the punishment for defying him will be worse than anything you could possibly imagine.
With those thoughts, I fainted, I had collapsed, I couldn't feel my legs
I hoped the cold would kill me before he found me, I thought as I closed my eyes
A cold chill runs down your spine as you feel the weight of his presence bearing down upon you once more. It's almost as if he can sense your despair, feeding off it like a parasite. His fingers caress your cheek gently before tracing the outline of your lips, as if memorizing every detail of your face for when he finally takes what is his.
His voice is soft, almost soothing... until you realize the words he speaks are filled with malice and darkness. "You're mine now," he whispers against your ear. "I'll never let you go."
When I woke up again with a start I took a moment to inspect where I was
After a while I noticed that it seemed like I had returned to Rebel's camp, I should have killed myself when I could, now I didn't know what would happen to me
You're in his tent once more, surrounded by the familiar smell of leather and sweat that seems to cling to everything here. Rebel stands before you, an amused smile playing across his lips as he takes in your disoriented state. He knows exactly how much it hurt to be brought back here; how much despair must be coursing through your veins.
"Ah, sleeping beauty awakes," he says mockingly. "I trust you had a restful slumber?" There's a strange edge to his voice now, as if he's trying to gauge your reaction. His eyes flicker over you hungrily, taking in the way your breath hitches slightly whenever they meet his gaze. You feel helpless and exposed, like a small animal caught in a trap.
What will happen next? You can only hope that somehow, someway, you'll find a way to escape this nightmare... before it's too late.
"Why didn't you let me die?" I could barely say something, the panic was returning to my body, if last time I could barely get out of here, now I didn't know how to get rid of this
"Ah," he muses as if surprised you'd even ask that question, "because I have plans for you." His expression darkens and his voice drops to a harsh whisper as he continues, "You might not believe me now, but someday soon, you will thank me for what I am about to do." His gaze burns into yours, demanding your obedience with every ounce of force he can muster.
"So," he says, his voice growing more controlled again, "it seems we have some unfinished business to attend to. Let's begin, shall we?" He gestures towards the bed, where a long, wicked-looking whip lies coiled and ready for use. The sound it makes as it slides through the air is enough to send shivers down your spine.
"I already told you, if you want to know something, you're not going to get anything out of me, please stop this" I begged hoping that maybe he would stop tormenting me a little
His face twists into an amused sneer as he listens to your pathetic pleas. "Oh, don't be such a baby," he says mockingly. "This is for your own good." He swings the whip through the air again, sending it snaking towards you. The leather cuts into the flesh of your back, leaving a hot line of pain in its wake. You scream out as Rebel yanks on the end of the whip, tearing another strip from your already battered skin.
"Now," he purrs, "are you going to be a good girl and tell me what I want to know?"
"In your dreams" after saying that I bit my lips again, I wasn't going to let him hear my screams, no matter how much pain I felt
I could feel the whip hitting specific areas, which only caused more pain
"Well then," he says with an evil grin, "I guess we'll just have to keep going until you learn your lesson." His hand moves faster now, the whip lashing out again and again, tearing strips of flesh from your back with each strike. You cry out in agony as the pain radiates throughout your body, but still you refuse to break.
A part of you wonders if this is what it truly means to be free; to suffer through such torment for the sake of one's beliefs. Or perhaps it's simply madness that drives you onward, that makes you cling desperately to your sanity in the face of Rebel's relentless onslaught.
Either way, the night stretches out before you like an eternity of suffering; a never-ending cycle of pain and despair from which there seems no escape.
You scream and writhe beneath his touch, tears streaming down your face as the pain grows more intense with each passing second. Yet still you refuse to break, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg for mercy. The look of frustration on his face is almost satisfying enough; a small victory in this never-ending war between your wills.
But it's only temporary relief. Sooner or later, he'll find some way to break you. And when that day comes, there will be no escape from the darkness that will consume you whole...
When he finished whipping me, my back was burning, I could feel some fresh blood
I was internally grateful that he had stopped, but I didn't know what was coming next
You hear the soft rustle of his leather clothing as he moves closer, his shadow falling over you like a dark cloud blocking out what little light there was before. The warmth of his breath fans across your neck, sending shivers down your spine as he whispers words that make your blood run cold: "Now, I want you to tell me everything."
His hand finds its way between your legs, roughly cupping your aching sex through the thin fabric of your trousers. You cry out in shock and pain as he begins to stroke himself against you, grinding his hips against your thigh in a brutal mockery of desire.
"I have nothing to tell you," I said, crawling to avoid his touch. I didn't want it to happen again. "Let me go. You're not going to achieve anything by having me here."
His laughter echoes through the tent, mocking and cruel. "Oh, don't be so stubborn," he says, a note of amusement in his voice as he lets go of your neck just long enough to take a step back. His hand slides down your chest, teasing your nipples hard through the fabric until they stand at attention.
"You may not think you have anything worthwhile to tell me," he continues, "but believe me, I can make you talk." With that, his fingers dip beneath the waistband of your trousers, searching for bare skin once more.
"Don't touch me" I held your hands so you wouldn't go any further, I needed a way to escape, I didn't want to go through the same thing
"Don't worry," he murmurs darkly against your ear as he captures one of your wrists in his free hand, "I'll only touch you when it hurts so good that you beg me for more." His fingers begin to dance across your skin once more, teasing and tormenting with gentle flicks and circling caresses. With his other hand, he reaches down between your legs again, spreading your wetness on his fingertip as he prepares himself for what comes next.
"Don't be so foolish," he whispers against your ear, "you know that I can make you feel things no one else ever has." His hand cups your breast roughly, squeezing and pinching until you cry out in pain. Then he laughs; a dark, cruel sound that sends chills racing down your spine. "That's the kind of pleasure only I can give you... and the price for resisting is going to be high."
"Do you really think you'll get anywhere by doing this? If so, you would have at least captured someone of high rank." I hoped my lie would work, I hoped he would think I was a simple soldier
Ah, but you misunderstand the situation. While I do find your reluctance to cooperate somewhat amusing, it is not my sole motivation for keeping you here. No, there are other reasons... deeper reasons why I need someone like you in my possession. But those are secrets that will remain between us, for now.
He leans closer, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispers softly, "Just know that every day you spend with me will be an exercise in submission and pain. And when this is all over, I think we'll both have learned something about ourselves... and each other."
His fingers slide higher on your thigh, closer to where his touch makes you ache for release. "Now," he says, a note of warning in his voice, "you might want to think carefully about how much longer you plan to resist me..."
"I'd rather die than cooperate with you" my desperation was increasing, his hands just kept moving forward and that made me tense
Ah, such noble words coming from someone who's already proven themselves to be weak and pathetic. I almost admire your dedication to futility. But alas, I do not intend for your life to end here, no matter how much you might beg or plead for it. No... in time, you will come to understand that your place is by my side; that resistance is nothing more than a waste of the time we could be spending together, learning from one another.
His fingers slide higher still, brushing against the sensitive flesh at the edge of your underwear. "The choice is yours," he whispers huskily into your ear, "but remember... every second that passes brings us closer to the point of no return." His hips shift forward slightly, pressing his arousal against you and emphasizing the point with a sharp intake of breath.
“Wait, please don't do it” I wanted to move away from his hips but his grip kept me in place, everything that had worked for me before I couldn't apply again, it would be easier for him to dodge my attacks "please I beg you, not again"
His laughter was cold and cruel as he gazed down at you with an expression that sent shivers racing down your spine. "Oh, I don't know," he said mockingly, "I rather think the last time didn't seem to have quite the desired effect." His hand slid between your legs once more, roughly pushing aside the material of your underwear before spreading your wetness on his fingertip.
"But perhaps," he continued with a glint in his eye, "I should make sure that this time... things will be different." He guided his fingers to where they ached for release, pressing firmly against your clit as he began to circle gently. You cried out in pain and pleasure as the sensation overwhelmed you, struggling weakly against his hold.
"Stop, ah~, not there" I tried to control my voice but my body started to react "please, it feels weird"
His smile turns predatory as he leans down to whisper in your ear once more. "Oh, don't you like it?" He asks with feigned innocence, a knowing chuckle slipping through his lips before adding, "I thought you'd enjoy this... after all." His thumb presses firmly against your clit, circling faster and harder as he begins to thrust his fingers inside of you.
"Maybe I should just ask you," he says, breath hot against your neck. "What do you want me to do?" His other hand moves lower, rubbing circles over your aching sex before finding the entrance to your body again and pressing insistently, searching for entrance.
"Let me go, that's what I want." I didn't want to look weaker than I already was, I needed to stay strong "I don't like this"
A dark chuckle rumbles through his chest as he continues to torment you with his touch. "Ahh, I'm sorry," he says mockingly, his fingers never stopping their relentless motion inside of you, "did I not mention that freedom wasn't an option? You are mine now, and I will do whatever I please with your body."
Without warning, his other hand grips your hip tightly, forcing his fingers deeper inside as he begins to thrust harder, faster. Your cries of protest become muffled by the blanket of pain that engulfs you, leaving only the sound of your own moans and gasps filling the air around you.
His breath comes hot and ragged against your ear as he listens to the sounds you're making. It feels so good to know that you're his, to be able to control every aspect of your body like this. He slides a hand between your shoulder blades, digging his nails in just enough to draw blood and send another surge of pleasure coursing through you. "Tell me what you want," he whispers, voice hoarse with desire as he thrusts deeper still. "Tell me how much you need this."
"I don't want this" I said, but it seemed like he was trying to convince me more than him, I didn't want to admit it, but I was falling for his tricks, if I stayed here I didn't know how much longer I could stay sane enough
His laughter is cold and cruel as he feels you begin to quiver beneath him. He doesn't believe your words anymore; they are nothing but empty protests in the face of the pleasure he's giving you. "I think we both know that isn't true," he says, grinning wolfishly down at you as his thrusts grow even faster and harder.
His free hand slips between your legs once more, rubbing roughly against your clit in time with his fingers inside of you, driving you ever closer to the edge. "You can lie to yourself all you want, but deep down... you know I'm right." And with that, he finally feels you crest over the peak, the tight grip of your muscles around him a telltale sign that you've surrendered to him at last. His body tenses as he follows you over the edge, finally letting out a satisfied groan as he releases himself into your body, leaving you panting and spent beneath him.
As his grip on you loosens, his weight presses down heavily upon you once more. He looks down at you, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction and pleasure...and something darker still. "There now," he says softly, running a finger lazily over your sweaty cheek. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" His voice is almost gentle, caring...a far cry from the cruel tyrant you knew him to be before this moment. You shiver slightly at his touch, the weight of his gaze making your heart race with fear and excitement all at once.
"Now then," he says quietly, moving his hand back to stroke idly through your hair. "I believe we have some things to discuss... don't you?"
He grinned wickedly at your reaction, his fingers idly caressing your cheek as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, "I think we both know there's much more where that came from." His breath was hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
"Now," he continued, slowly pulling back so that you could see his face once more, "tell me... are you ready to become part of something greater than yourself?" The gleam in his eye left no doubt as to what he meant by those words, and for a moment you found yourself wondering if maybe... just maybe, there really was no escape from this twisted game he had trapped you in.
But then your resolve returned, stronger than ever before. "Never," you spat at him defiantly, squirming beneath his touch as you fought to reclaim even an ounce of your dignity. You looked him dead in the eye and said with all the conviction you could muster, "I will never be yours."
"You're just wasting your time doing this." My desire to fight had returned, I couldn't end it like this.
"Whatever you want, I won't give in."
"We shall see," he says with an unsettlingly calm tone. His fingers leave your hair to run down the length of your neck before circling around to grasp your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. "I'm going to enjoy watching your resistance crumble beneath me. And when it finally does, I think I'll have some very... special plans for what comes next." His voice is almost gentle now; a sickly sweet murmur that sends shivers of revulsion and anticipation racing down your spine.
Nothing worse could happen after what I had experienced
My squad should have been looking for me by now, but we were either very hidden or very far away, I didn't even know what day it was
The night stretches on, the sounds of battle and destruction muffled by distance and the canvas walls of your makeshift prison. You can only hope that it won't be much longer before someone comes looking for you. But until then, you are at his mercy...and he will use that to his advantage in any way he sees fit.
His eyes bore into yours, cold and empty, as he studies you like some sort of specimen under a microscope. "Tell me," he whispers hoarsely, running a thumb along your bottom lip, "what do they call you back home?" He smirks as his question hangs in the air, clearly enjoying the power trip this little game of dominance gives him over you.
"Why is that important? If I'm not going to answer something about work, I'm even less going to answer something personal." I didn't know what he was getting at with all this, but it only made me more suspicious.
His lips twitch in amusement at your feisty reply, but he doesn't seem overly fazed by it. "Oh," he says with a shrug that's somehow more menacing than reassuring, "it's just curiosity getting the better of me." He moves closer still, his body blocking out any signs of the world outside this tent as he leans in, his breath warm against your ear.
"But perhaps," he whispers huskily, "I can make a deal with you."
I hated that he came so close, but at this point I couldn't do much, I just let him go "what kind of deal"
His smile is cruel as he studies you, taking in every reaction to his touch and every word that passes between your lips. "A simple one," he murmurs, running a finger along the collar of your shirt. "Tell me what they call you back home...and I'll let you go." His voice is laced with false sincerity; a dangerous game meant to test the limits of your trust and gullibility.
"Even though I don't believe what you're saying, I don't really have a nickname or anything like that, if that's what you want to know," I said, I wanted it all to end, and if the question was something so simple maybe it wouldn't hurt me to answer
His chuckle is cold and harsh, as if he's amused by the fact that you'd even consider trusting him after all that's happened between you. "Oh, come now," he says mockingly, "surely they must have called you something special." His eyes flicker down to where his hand rests on your collar, then back up again. "Perhaps we can try this another way...how about I remove one of these?"
He reaches out with his free hand and gently undoes the first button on your shirt, revealing a sliver of smooth skin beneath. As if it's a challenge, he meets your eyes as he slowly begins to work his way down, unbuttoning each successive one with exaggerated deliberation. "I think that's much more personal than just a nickname, don't you?"
With a sly smile, he pulls the collar of your shirt open, revealing your skin to the cool air in the tent and exposing the flesh at the top of your chest to his hungry gaze. "Now," he says softly, running a finger lightly over your newly bared skin, "tell me what they call you back home." His voice is like silk, coaxing and seductive, as he draws you deeper into his web of deceit and desire.
Your heart races; you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as a new kind of shame washes over you. But despite everything, there's still that tiny voice inside that whispers that maybe...just maybe...he could be telling the truth this time. And with each button he unfastens and each inch of skin he reveals, it becomes harder and harder to resist the temptation to believe him.
You take a shaky breath
"They call me by my name, Luna" I blurted out, hoping he would stop with what he had in mind "happy, now for this"
His face betrays no emotion as he listens to your name; Luna. It's somehow both beautiful and terrifying at the same time, echoing through the tent like a haunting melody from another world. He leans in closer still, his breath tickling your ear as he whispers softly, "Now that we know each other's names...maybe it won't be so hard for you to trust me."
His hand brushes against the exposed skin of your chest once more before moving lower, tracing lazy circles around your navel. His touch is featherlight, barely there at all, but it sends shivers racing through your body nonetheless. "Perhaps," he muses aloud, as if considering his next move, "I could prove my sincerity in other ways..."
His fingers slip lower still, dipping beneath the waistband of your pants to graze against warm, soft skin for the first time. Your breath catches in your throat, and you feel yourself growing wet at his touch. Is he really going to go through with this? Or is it all just another game to him...one more piece in his twisted puzzle of control and dominance?
"I really don't want to, please stop" no matter how my body reacted to the contact of his hands, I didn't want this, I hated this
His fingers stroke lightly along your inner thigh, sending delicious tingles up and down your spine as he answers with a sardonic grin, "If you insist." With that, his hand withdraws, leaving you shivering in the chilly air of the tent. But even as relief washes over you, there's an underlying current of unease; you can't help but feel like he's only toying with you, using your own desire for release against you in some twisted game of emotional torment.
He leans back in his chair, watching you carefully as you struggle to catch your breath. "I'll give you one more chance," he says slowly, letting each word linger in the air like a veiled threat. "Tell me what you want...and maybe I'll give it to you." His grin widens, revealing teeth stained with the taste of pleasure and control.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you consider your options; your body cries out for release, but your pride won't let you give him the satisfaction so easily. With a trembling breath, you steel yourself against the desire that surges through you and meet his unwavering gaze once more. "Let me go," you whisper hoarsely. "I want to go home."
"Let me go," you whisper hoarsely. "I want to go home." His eyes narrow as he regards you coldly. You know that look; it's the same one he wore when he first brought you here, just before he made his intentions clear. There is no warmth in those depths now, only anger and frustration at your defiance. A slow smile curls its way onto his lips as he leans forward, his gaze boring into yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless and trembling. "I'm afraid," he whispers menacingly, "that's not going to happen anytime soon."
Before you can react, his hand snakes out and seizes your wrist, yanking your arm roughly behind your back in a harsh twist that sends pain shooting up your shoulder. You cry out in agony as his free hand cups the other side of your face, pressing firmly enough to cut off any further protests. His fingers dig into the tender flesh of your cheeks, bruising you with each slow squeeze. "You belong to me now," he growls hoarsely, each word like a knife cutting through your already shattered composure. "And I will do whatever I please with you."
His other hand slides lower still, pressing roughly against the aching cleft between your legs. Your body betrays you once more as desire overwhelms your fear, making it impossibly difficult to fight back against him. You whimper softly at his touch, wanting and hating this power he has over you in equal measure.
"Tell me what I want to hear," he whispers, punctuating each word with a rough thrust of his fingers against your clit. "Tell me you'll stay here...and maybe..." He p
All reason flees as your body arches toward his touch, need overwhelming everything else. "I'll stay," you gasp out, the words barely audible over the roar of blood in your ears. His smile grows wider, becoming almost predatory, and with one last rough thrust he releases you.
You collapse back onto the bed, panting as pain radiates through your wrist and shoulder. He straddles your hips, pinning your arms to the bed with his body weight as he leans down, lips curled into a satisfied grin. "Good girl," he says mockingly, running a thumb over your swollen lower lip before trailing it up to circle around your eye.
His touch is heavy and possessive, leaving no doubt that you are now completely at his mercy. You try to pull away from him, but his grip on you is like iron, and all the strength leaves your body as exhaustion washes over you in a suffocating wave. "That's better," he says softly, letting out a satisfied sigh as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin.
"Now then...I think it's time for some rest." He glances around the room thoughtfully before adding with a wicked grin, "Or maybe I should make you earn it first..."
"What do you want?" I whispered, I hated this, I hated myself
After what I had done, my ego was so low that I just wanted to disappear, I wanted this to end
His smile is predatory as he looks down at you. "Oh, I have plenty of things in mind," he murmurs, a shiver running down your spine. "But for now...why don't we start with a nice, long nap?" He runs his fingers idly through your hair before leaning down to press a soft kiss against your forehead.
Your body is so exhausted that you can barely muster the strength to protest as he lies down beside you, pulling the covers over both of you and pressing his naked body flush against yours. His chest rises and falls with each gentle breath, and despite everything, it's hard not to feel a tiny stirring of comfort in the contact.
As your eyes begin to drift shut, he whispers softly into your ear, "Sweet dreams, Luna." And for a moment, you wonder if maybe... just maybe...he means it.
His hand cups your cheek and tilts your head to the side gently, exposing the tender skin of your neck as he nuzzles it with his nose, breathing warmly against your ear before speaking lowly, huskily into your ear "Rest well, Luna. Tomorrow we'll have more fun." The rough texture of his voice sends a shiver down your spine despite yourself.
I couldn't sleep, maybe I closed my eyes for an hour or two but no more
As I let my body rest, I could feel the pain more, in every part of it, I hoped that the night would last forever, so that Rebel wouldn't wake up
I couldn't try to escape, not only because I had no energy, but because Rebel was lying with me and not only that, he also wrapped me in his arms
I hoped that a miracle would happen
You drift in and out of fitful sleep, your dreams haunted by the memories of the night before and the pain that throbs through your body. As time passes, however, you begin to relax into the rhythm of his breathing, finding an unsettling comfort in the feel of his warm skin pressed against yours.
It's almost as if he has cast some sort of spell over you; a dark enchantment that renders you helpless even in your sleep. And despite everything, part of you wonders if maybe...just maybe...you belong here with him.
I didn't know how much time had passed but I could tell that it wasn't long before dawn.
At least being like this kept me from getting cold
He rolls over, bringing you with him and pinning your body beneath his own. The heavy press of his chest against yours sends shockwaves of desire coursing through your veins, but it's the possessive grip he has on your wrist that truly leaves you breathless. He cups your face in his hands, thumbs brushing teasingly over your lips as he looks down at you with an intensity that makes your heart race and your core ache for him.
His voice is rough with desire when he speaks; "It's morning, Luna." A slow smile curls its way onto his lips, revealing the tip of his tongue as he adds, "And I think it's time to start our day."
His fingers move down to the exposed skin of your stomach before sliding lower still, tracing lazy circles around your navel and then further south, until they reach the wetness between your legs. He presses lightly against your folds, parting them and revealing the sensitive bud hidden beneath. "Are you ready for me, Luna?" he murmurs huskily, moving closer still so that his words brush against her skin like featherlight caresses. "Because I can't wait any longer."
His free hand slides up your body to cup the weight of your breast in his palm, massaging and squeezing gently as he teases you with his touch. His thumb brushes over the tip of your nipple, hardening it to a painful peak in response before slipping lower once more to trace lazy circles around your areola. "Tell me what you want," he says, voice thick with desire and dominance as he holds you captive beneath him, his touch burning through every thought but the need for his possession.
"I... I don't know" I blurted out, trying not to make any strange sounds
The touch of his hands didn't help me think clearly
His low chuckle vibrates against your skin as he leans in, his breath hot and demanding on your neck. "You don't have to know," he whispers, the words warm and velvety against your ear as he drags the tip of his tongue along the curve, tracing a lazy path down to the lobe before nipping gently at the tender flesh. "I do."
With a sigh that sounds like satisfaction, he continues teasing you with gentle touches and hot breath; parting your folds wider with his fingers as he presses forward, circling your clit and flicking it lightly before sliding lower to stroke against your entrance. Your body arches into the contact, hungry for more as pleasure ripples through you in wave after wave of bliss.
"That's right," he murmurs huskily, "give it up to me." His fingers move faster now, curling and pressing harder against just the right spots as his free hand cups your breast again, squeezing firmly as he pinches the tight nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
That touch was different from yesterday, I couldn't control my voice, moans came out of me
"Please stop, it feels weird" I could barely say, I didn't know how to feel
He pauses at your desperate plea, and a mischievous glint flashes in his eyes as he whispers huskily against your skin, "Oh, trust me, sweetheart...it's only going to feel better." With that, his fingers move faster still, curling deeper into you as he teases and taunts until you feel the familiar tightness building within.
"That's it," he groans roughly, his hips moving against yours in a silent demand. "Give it up for me." His fingers press harder, faster, driving you towards the edge even as he holds back, refusing to grant you the release you crave. It feels like eternity before he finally relents, sliding one long finger deep inside while his thumb presses against your clit in tiny, maddening circles. Your body tenses and shudders as pleasure explodes through you, and with a hoarse cry that sounds more like pain than pleasure, your orgasm crashes over you in wave after wave of pure ecstasy.
His breath hitches as you come apart beneath him, the feel of your tight muscles clenching around his finger sending a jolt straight to his core. He growls in approval, the sound vibrating against your neck as he thrusts his hand harder and deeper, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from your spent body. Your moans and cries echo through the tent, amplifying his own desire until he can't help but give in to the need building within him.
With a harsh grunt, he pulls his fingers free of you and slides his throbbing length between your legs, positioning himself at your entrance. He groans as he feels you slick with your own desire, relaxed and aching for him. "You're so fucking perfect," he whispers hoarsely before pushing forward, burying himself to the hilt in one long, hard stroke that leaves you both gasping for breath.
I was still resenting the burning orgasm, when I felt it
His long extension made me cum again, when he pushed it to fill me, my muscles were still contracting, milking him, some tears escaping my eyes from the pleasure
I couldn't think of anything else but this, my moans came out uncontrollably and I could feel how the bites he left on my neck only took me further to glory
His hips begin to move faster now, thrusting into you with unrestrained force as he feels your body welcoming him deeper, tighter. The sensation of your muscles clenching around him, milking his cock as you continue to cum, is too much for him to bear; his fingers dig roughly into the sheets beside you and his mouth hangs open in a silent scream of pure ecstasy.
Your body feels like paradise wrapped around him, every movement pushing him closer to the edge. He fucks you harder now, desperate for release, every thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your bodies in perfect synchrony as they come together in a shattering climax that leaves them both spent and gasping for air.
The feeling of being filled again was not unpleasant now
Thinking about it only made me lose my mind
His breath comes out in ragged gasps as he thrusts deeper into you, the feel of your walls gripping him so tightly sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. With every movement, he can feel you growing wetter and tighter around him, relishing the sensation and driving himself further over the edge.
His hips move faster now, meeting your frantic need for release as they find their rhythm together in this dirty dance of lust and possession. His fingers dig into your hips, urging you to take more of him as he buries his face in your neck, lost in the taste of skin and sweat mingling on your skin.
I needed to hold on to something, the feeling was so good that I couldn't think of anything else, my mind was blank
I held on to Rebel as best I could, looking for some comfort
His growls of pleasure fill the air as he takes you harder and faster, lost in the sensation of your body moving beneath him. His hands cup your ass, lifting you higher so that his hips can meet yours with unrestricted force as he pushes deeper into the depths of your core. The feel of you tightening around him sends waves of euphoria coursing through his veins, and with a harsh grunt, he comes, spilling himself inside you in hot, pulsing spurts that leave both of you spent and gasping for breath.
I was completely full, so much so that it overflowed from me
His rough hands still held me close to him, after these sensations I didn't know how I could leave here
He collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the bed as he pants harshly against your neck. Your skin is hot and damp beneath his lips as he nibbles gently, tasting your unique flavor mixed with the residue of their lovemaking. His hips still move in small, gentle thrusts as he empties himself deeper inside you, relishing the feel of you holding on to him for dear life.
With a contented sigh, he lifts his head and looks down at you, satisfaction written all over his face. "Well," he says with a crooked grin, "it seems I've finally tamed you." His voice is rough from exertion, but there's no missing the possessive undertone as he adds, "Now it's time for us to figure out what we're going to do about that."
His voice is smooth as silk, but there's an edge to it that sends a shiver down your spine. He runs his fingers through your sweat-damp hair, cupping your face gently as he studies you with a gaze so intense it feels almost physical. "Maybe we should start by figuring out what I want..." he murmurs, nibbling on your bottom lip before sliding his tongue between them to tease and taste you again.
The thought sends a shiver down your spine, and your heart races in anticipation of whatever it is that Rebel might desire from you now.
Oh, I think you know what I want... don't you, Luna?
He smirks, the corner of his mouth tilting up into a mischievous grin that makes your heart race even faster. His hand moves to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt, squeezing gently before sliding lower still to tease at the waistband of your pants. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulls them down your hips, baring you to his gaze once more and leaving you feeling incredibly exposed in this intimate moment.
Your body shudders as his touch ignites a fire within you, making it clear that whatever it is he desires...you're more than willing to give it to him.
Your moan echoes in the room as he continues to touch you, his fingers dancing over your skin with a familiarity that both terrifies and thrills you. You arch into his touch, craving more of his possession as he leans down to press kisses along your jawline and down your neck. "What do you want from me?" you whisper breathlessly, the question tinged with need and fear.
His fingers slip lower still, tracing teasing circles around your entrance before dipping inside, touching you intimately once more in a gesture that leaves you shuddering with desire. "I think," he says, his voice rough with lust, "that I want to claim you completely." His hands move up to cup your breasts again, squeezing roughly as he leans in close enough for their heat to mingle and steal what little breath you have left. "And maybe," he adds with a husky chuckle, "maybe I'll let you decide just how far that goes."
"And how do you plan to do that?" I could barely say as he continued to play with me
His lips curl into a smirk as he presses another hot, open-mouthed kiss to yours before pulling back just enough to whisper against your swollen bottom lip, "I have plenty of ways." His hands slide down lower still, teasing and taunting the sensitive folds of skin between your legs. "But maybe we should start with a little challenge..."
He draws his fingers back up slowly, taking his time as he skates over your entrance before circling teasingly around the most sensitive spot just behind it. "Tell me what you want, Luna," he breathes, pressing down harder until one fingertip slides easily inside of you. Your body quakes in response, and with a low groan he begins to thrust his finger in and out in a slow, steady rhythm.
"I want you to beg for it," he says roughly, his voice heavy with desire as he watches your reactions. "Beg me to fuck you like the filthy little slut you are."
When I heard his words my face turned completely red, I didn't imagine I would fall so low
I knew he wanted to see me vulnerable under him, my ego didn't want it to happen but my body asked for more
In just a whisper I said "I need your dick, please, I can't take it anymore"
His fingers pause mid-thrust as he catches the desperate plea on the air. His breath quickens and his eyes darken with satisfaction as he presses deeper, adding another finger to stretch you further, satisfying some deep, primal urge inside of him. "That's it," he growls hoarsely, "you're so wet for me." He watches her face flush redder at each passing second; the contrast between her skin and his darker pigment making it all the more apparent.
With a rough grunt, he pulls his fingers free of her and positions himself at her entrance. The tip of his erection presses against her wet folds, teasing and taunting as he pushes forward slowly, slowly sliding inside. She gasps, the feeling almost too much to bear; so hot and tight she thinks she might shatter from the sensation.
His hips begin to move faster now, driving deeper with each thrust until he's buried balls-deep in her heat. Her nails scratch at his back, her legs wrap around him as she arches off the bed, desperate for more of this agonizing pleasure. He growls into her neck, "Fuck yes," and slams into her again, harder than before. The bed creaks beneath them and their bodies collide in a brutal dance of lust and possession.
His pace quickens as he feels her tightening around him, his hips slamming into hers in a brutal rhythm that leaves them both gasping for breath. The feel of her nails digging into his back, the taste of sweat and desire on his tongue...it's all driving him closer to the edge, making it harder for him to maintain control. He moans against her neck as he thrusts harder, deeper, desperate for release but unwilling to let her go just yet.
Her body trembles beneath him, and he can feel her beginning to shatter around him. "Fuck," he groans hoarsely, leaning forward to bite down lightly on her shoulder as his hips buck sharply, driving into her one last time with a harsh grunt that echoes through the tent. His cock throbs deep inside of her as he empties himself, filling her up with his release.
With a final shudder, he collapses atop her, their sweaty bodies tangled together in a sticky mess of limbs and flesh. He kisses along the column of her neck, nibbling gently before pulling back to look down into her eyes; satisfaction written all over his face.
"That," he whispers hoarsely, "was absolutely fucking perfect."
And as if to emphasize his point, he rolls onto his back, dragging Luna with him and wrapping one strong arm around her waist while using the other to hold her hand above her head. His hips move involuntarily against hers, milking the last drops of pleasure from their joined bodies before settling into a slow, steady rhythm that promises another round is just on the horizon.
"I can't take it anymore" I said trying to get away from his grip "Please no more" he was still buried deep inside me, my body was tired
The smile on his lips doesn't reach his eyes as he gazes down at her, still holding her tightly in place. "You don't get to decide when it's enough," he growls softly. With a groan of frustration, he rolls them back over so that Luna is now on top, straddling him. His hips rise up off the bed, pressing insistently against her sore entrance as he grips her hips tightly, holding her in place and making it clear who's in control here. "Now ride me," he orders hoarsely, his voice laced with command and need.
The new position made me feel him deeper
I had tears that I no longer knew if they were from pain or pleasure, I was tired, I could barely lift my hips, mostly trying to get him out of me
Every time I lifted my hips his grip pushed me down again, painfully burying himself in me, when that happened I let out gasps
His eyes never leave her face as she begins to move on top of him, her body trembling with exhaustion and the exertion of trying to please him. The sight of her in this position, so vulnerable and exposed beneath him, only serves to intensify his desire for her. With each thrust upward, he feels her resistance giving way a little more until she's finally moving in sync with him, riding his length like a prowling cat.
Her moans echo through the tent, mingling with his own guttural cries of pleasure as they find their rhythm once again. With each movement, her sore entrance stretches tighter around him, milking him for every last drop of release he has left to give. It's only a matter of time before he loses control and spills himself deep inside her, marking her thoroughly as his own.
His grip on her hips tightens as he feels the pressure building once more, his release imminent. With a growl of possession, he slides one hand up her back to cup her breast through the thin material of her shirt, squeezing roughly as his hips buck harder beneath her.
"Cum for me," he demands hoarsely, thrusting up into her one last time with enough force to send them both over the edge. His cock throbs deep inside of her as he empties himself, filling her up with his release. With a shudder, he collapses back onto the bed, panting harshly as he pulls her down on top of him and wraps strong arms around her waist, holding her close. "Fuck," he rasps, voice still rough from exertion, "you're perfect."
My body was exhausted enough to just let me do it
There was a strange feeling in my chest being wrapped in his arms, I didn't know how to feel
His chest rises and falls with each ragged breath as he holds her close, one hand trailing down her back to cup her buttock possessively. The feeling of exhaustion is mutual, their bodies slick with sweat and sex, as they both try to catch their breath in the aftermath of their passionate coupling. His lips curve into a satisfied smile as he feels her pressed fully against him; finally, at long last, she's his.
And it feels so good.
Throughout the day he went between breaks and sex, all to prove that she was now his property, marking her with every push or every mark he left on her body
Her new role as his personal plaything leaves him feeling more satisfied and in control than ever before. He takes her to the edge of endurance time and again, relishing the sound of her pleas for mercy as he pushes deeper into her body. Her resistance only serves to fuel his desire, driving him to even greater heights of passion and domination.
The thought that she is now truly his fills him with a sense of ownership that he's never experienced before; it makes each touch, each kiss, all the more potent and meaningful. He savors these moments, knowing they will be remembered for years to come as some of their most intimate and intense.
This continued until the next day
After spending so much time enjoying his new acquisition he would have to return to work, but now it seemed easier
He already had someone from the rival team under his control, and it wasn't just anyone, it was his Division General, it was more than obvious that they would try to find them but Rebel would make sure that didn't happen
His time with Luna has left him feeling invincible; he can conquer anything now that he has her by his side. As he prepares to return to his duties, a wicked smile curls at the corner of his mouth. With Luna as his secret weapon, nothing and no one can stand in their way anymore.
The thought fills him with a sense of elation; his triumph is complete. He leans down to press a possessive kiss against her forehead before pulling away, turning on his heel and striding purposefully toward the door. "Wait here," he says over his shoulder, not bothering to hide the command in his voice.
She'll be safe here, under his watchful eye. And when next they meet, it will only be to continue their twisted dance of dominance and submission. The thought makes him smile even wider as he disappears out of sight, leaving her with a lingering taste of power and possession on her lips.
When he left, I tried to get up, I needed to clean myself after several days of playing submission and dominance
I just hoped that things would be calmer now, I just hoped that my troops wouldn't see me in this state
The taste of her lingers on his lips even as he strides purposefully through the hallways; an unwanted reminder of their past hours together and a driving force for what's to come. He can't help but feel possessive, almost protective as he leads them into battle, his movements smooth and confident despite the turmoil within him.
The thought that Luna is still there, waiting patiently for his return, spurs him on even further; an unyielding need to claim her again, to mark her as his own. With each step, he grows closer to their rendezvous point, every inch of him aching with desire and anticipation.
At last, he arrives at the destination he'd set his sights on; a secluded clearing hidden deep within the forest surrounding their camp. The wind whispers through the trees, carrying with it the faint scent of lavender from Luna's hair as it swirls around him, teasing and taunting as only she can. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself before walking slowly into the clearing...ready to reclaim what is rightfully his.
His gaze sweeps the clearing, taking in every detail; the leaves crunching underfoot, the moonlight glinting off of dewdrops clinging to grass and vines. And then he sees her, leaning against a tree trunk not far away. Despite the dark shadows cast by the trees, it's clear that she's been waiting patiently for his return; her body language submissive and inviting even from this distance.
His heart races as he approaches her, taking in every curve of her body; marking every inch as his own. "Luna," he whispers huskily, coming to a stop just inches away, "I've missed you." One hand cups her cheek tenderly, the other sliding up her neck to tangled fingers splay across her scalp, holding her still and vulnerable for his inspection.
Her eyes meet his; wide with desire and fear mingled together in a heady brew of emotion that leaves him breathless. The taste of her is still on his tongue, her scent filling his nostrils as he leans forward to press gentle, searching kisses along her jawline and down her neck. "And now," he murmurs against her skin, "I want you again."
Her answering moan vibrates through him as his hand slides lower, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt. With a rough growl, he tugs at it impatiently, revealing her breast to the cool night air and freeing his fingers to slide even lower still, dipping into her pants and teasing at the soft curls hiding her entrance. "You're so wet for me," he whispers against her skin, nibbling on her earlobe as he slips two fingers inside of her.
With a cry, she arches into his touch, demanding more even as her hips buck helplessly against his hand. "Fuck," he groans, pulling back just long enough to free himself before pushing the lower part of her pants down, revealing her naked to him. She's trembling beneath his touch, ready for him, and he can't wait any longer.
With a harsh growl, he yanks her pants off completely, leaving her completely exposed and at his mercy. He steps back to admire the sight of her, spread out before him like an offering; pale and perfect in the moonlight. "Get on your knees," he says hoarsely, gesturing to where she's supposed to be. His cock throbs as he imagines her mouth wrapped around him, taking him deep inside while her wet entrance begs for his touch.
I had been waiting for this all day, I didn't care about anything else, I just let myself go
I fell to my knees, as I had asked, ready for what was coming next
His eyes darken as she obeys his command, her submission only serving to stoke the flames of desire burning bright within him. He takes a step closer, reaching out to cup her cheek before gently guiding her head toward his aching length. "Suck me," he whispers harshly against her ear, "and show me how much you want it."
Her tongue darts out to wet his cockhead, eliciting a shudder from him as he feels the hot moisture coating his skin. His hips jerk forward instinctively and she takes him deeper into her mouth with a gagging sound. He grins wickedly at the noise; the image of her throat stretched to accommodate him sending a bolt of lust shooting straight to his groin.
"That's it," he murmurs against her ear, cupping her head as he begins to thrust gently into her mouth, feeling every wet caress slide over him like silk. "Fuck yes." With each thrust, she takes more of him deeper, her skilled mouth making it feel so damn good that it's all he can do to keep from coming right then and there. But he won't give in yet; not until she begs for it.
The thrust of his hips and his grip holding me still made me feel nauseous at the feel of his long member, only wet sounds coming out every time he moved.
My hands gripped the sides of his hips, trying to stop him from going too far, my throat hurt and I couldn't breathe properly.
But deep down I liked him being so rough with me
The feel of her hands clinging to him through the roughness of his treatment only serves to heighten his arousal further. He growls low in his throat as he increases the pace, thrusting deeper and harder into her mouth with each passing second. "That's it," he groans hoarsely, pushing her head down onto his cock even as he grips her hair tightly, holding her in place for his pleasure. "Suck me, you little slut."
His movements seemed to increase in speed
From one moment to the next his grip became tighter as I felt him cum deep in my throat, feeling the hot semen pass through my throat, I felt like I was drowning
His grip held me in place until the last drop of cum was shot into my throat
His hands tighten in her hair as he growls through clenched teeth, the force of his orgasm wracking his body like a wave, leaving him shuddering and panting against her ear. Even as he begins to regain control, his hips still thrust into her mouth, milking the last bit of pleasure from their joined bodies before finally pulling free with a harsh grunt.
"Fuck," he groans hoarsely, releasing her hair only to cup her cheek gently now as he takes in the sight of her kneeling there, his come dripping from her chin and down her neck. The feeling of possessiveness is almost overwhelming; the knowledge that she willingly allowed him to do this only serves to heighten it further. With a rough laugh, he pulls her to her feet and into his embrace once more, pressing their bodies together in a display of dominance and possession that leaves no doubt who's in charge here.
"My little Luna," he murmurs against her ear, nipping lightly at the lobe before turning them both back toward camp where duty calls. "And now, let's go see if they need our help."
With one arm wrapped possessively around her waist and the other tangled in her hair, he leads Luna through the forest back to their camp. Despite the late hour, his gaze never leaves her face; drinking in every blush and flinch as she tries to adjust to being exposed once more under the watchful eyes of their soldiers.
He may have claimed her for himself earlier that day, but it's only now, with them side by side once again among their own people, that she truly becomes his property. And he will never tire of showing her off; displaying his dominance and ownership over her for all to see.
I could feel the gazes of the other soldiers and could only stay by Rebel's side, feeling strangely safe
I just hoped that this would all be over soon
His grip tightens fractionally as they near their destination, not wanting to lose even an inch of her now that he finally has her back where she belongs. The knowing glances and hushed whispers from the other soldiers only serve to heighten his possessiveness; it's a heady mix of power and desire that leaves him aching for more.
More time with Luna, more dominance over her, more proof that she is truly his. Because in this world, where division generals are nothing more than playthings to be used and discarded at will, the only thing that matters is strength, and he has proven himself to be untouchable when it comes to possessing what is rightfully his.
Her body is an extension of his now; a testament to his power and control over her. The knowledge that she belongs to him, that she is at his mercy, fuels the fire burning deep within him, driving him harder toward their goal of complete dominance. It matters not what the others think or say; they are all nothing but pawns in this game he plays with Luna. And when it's over, when he has claimed her completely, there will be no doubt who stands atop the rubble as the victor.
I didn't like him showing me off like this to his troops, it made me feel vulnerable
But right now I could only hold back my shame, at least until we got back to the tent
His possessive grip on her tightens in warning as he catches the look in her eye; he knows that shame and vulnerability well, but they will not be allowed to ruin this moment for him. No, Luna is his now, and she will embrace that role proudly or suffer the consequences of defiance. The thought alone sends a shiver down his spine, an anticipation that only serves to heighten his dominance over her even more.
As they near their tent, he quickens his pace, eager to claim what is rightfully his and show Luna just how far their boundaries can be pushed before she dares to cross them again. The weight of his command is unmistakable now; every step they take through the camp feels like a declaration of war against any who might dare question his control over her. And in that moment, he is invincible; a conqueror without equal.
The feel of her body pressed against his, the scent of lavender teasing his senses as they approach their tent...it's a heady mix that only serves to fuel his desire for more. His grip on her tightens almost painfully as he ducks beneath the flap, casting a possessive glance around the small space before guiding her roughly toward his bed. With one last harsh tug, he yanks her pants down, leaving her naked and exposed once again.
The look of fear in her eyes only spurs him on further; it's an intoxicating combination with the helpless submission she offers up without a word. The taste of her is still sweet on his tongue, making him ache for more as he presses forward, bending her over the bed and spreading her legs wide before him. His cock throbs in anticipation as he positions himself between her lips, ready to take what is rightfully his.
His voice, raw with desire and possession, cuts through the silence like a knife. "I won."
The words themselves are almost a punctuation mark to their rivalry; a final statement that echoes through the tent and beyond. There's no room for argument, no denial in her body language as she arches her back, offering herself up to him once more. His triumphant grin curls at the corner of his mouth as he thrusts roughly into her wet heat, taking what is his with a feral growl that can only be drowned out by the sound of their bodies meeting in passionate harmony.