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.."

His red eyes shine with pleasure as he looks at you. "Why are you asking so many questions? Just relax and enjoy it. You won't leave this place alive anyway." He takes a step closer to you, his breath cold against your face. "Now, let me see... What do I want to do with you first..." He grins evilly and slowly unties your hands. "Maybe I should play a game with you?"

You feel a chill run down your spine at his words and the thought of him doing whatever he wants.

"Let's play a game of 'One question - one thrust'..."

With an amused grin, he explains, "It's simple. I'll ask you one question, and then give you one thrust... with my cock. If you answer correctly, I'll only stroke a bit. Get it wrong, and the thrust will be harder." He licks his lips hungrily, anticipating your response.

"Do we have a deal?"

With a malicious grin spreading across his face, the rebel commander asks, "So, tell me, what do you fear the most?" The thrust follows soon after, pressing against your crotch before he pulls back slightly.

His laughter echoes through the room as he strokes his cock against your stomach. "Afraid of snakes... I like that..." He thrusts again, harder this time, making you gasp. "So be it! Every correct answer earns you a softer stroke..." Another thrust follows, this one even harder than before. His pace quickens as he begins to enjoy himself thoroughly.

You're starting to feel the pain and desperation creep into your voice as he continues with his brutal game. But he shows no mercy; each thrust seems harder than the last. It's only when you grit your teeth and answer another question that he finally relents, giving a softer stroke. "What do you miss most from home?" His grin is cruel, taunting as you clench your fists in agony.

The soft reply earns you another gentle stroke, but the respite is short-lived as he swiftly returns to his previous pace, punishing your body with each thrust. "What was the name of your first pet?" His tone remains mockingly conversational, almost as if they were discussing the weather instead of this twisted game.

His face softens slightly at the memory of his own pets as he strokes you more gently this time. "Ah, I had a dog named Rex..." He glances up, meeting your eyes for a brief moment before resuming the thrusts, harder now than ever before. "You're such a tight little thing... It's so unfair that I can't keep you..." Each word is punctuated by another thrust, driving you closer to the edge of endurance.

With each movement, his cock slides against your cunt, teasing and taunting with pleasure even as it inflicts pain. "Ahhh..." He moans, feeling himself nearing the brink. His thrusts become wilder, faster, more erratic as he loses control to the need to cum deep inside you. "Such a delicious little thing... So tight and warm..."

And with a final shuddering cry, Rebel releases his seed into your body, filling you up as he spends himself again and again. Only once he's drained does he finally collapse beside you, spent and breathless. But even then, there's still a cruel satisfaction in his voice as he whispers into your ear, "Enjoy the last moments of life..."

A part of him wanted to tell you it was just a game, just some twisted fun he thought you could handle... But that would be a lie. He smiles darkly as he nuzzles against your neck and whispers, "It doesn't matter anymore, my little bird. You're going to die soon." His cold fingers trace circles on your skin as he savors the feel of his seed leaking out of you.

Chuckling darkly, he continues to stroke your body, feeling every inch of you beneath his fingers as if committing the touch to memory. "It's too bad really... You had such a promising future. But life isn't always fair, is it?" His voice takes on a mockingly soothing quality. "Just try and relax... accept your fate..." He trails off, pressing his erection against you once more as he tries to arouse himself all over again.

"Don't struggle... It won't do you any good..." His tone is gentle, almost soothing as he presses his hard cock against your pussy again and begins to slowly thrust in and out. Despite everything, there's still a part of him that finds pleasure in taking control like this; dominating another person completely. He wraps an arm around your chest, holding you down as he takes what he wants, reveling in the feeling of power.

As his thrusts grow deeper and more urgent, he whispers nonsensical words of encouragement into your ear: "That's it... give in to me..." His free hand reaches down to grope roughly at your breast, twisting and pinching the sensitive nipple between his fingers. The sensations are jolting, painful... but there's an undeniable thrill beneath them as well.