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.."

"Well, well, it seems you remember me..." Rebel stopped for a moment, surprised. "And no, this isn't your base... This is my secret hideout." His smile turned into a dark grin as he continued. "Now, since we have some time to spare before the others join us, I thought I could entertain myself with you."

He leaned closer to her and hissed, "You'll wish you never saw the inside of this place... And you'll thank me for it later..."

"Ah, but isn't it better if I am? Don't worry, Karen... I'll make sure you feel every bit of pleasure and pain that comes with being my plaything." He chuckled darkly before leaning closer still, his breath warm on her cheek. "Now, why don't we start by playing a little game? If you answer my question correctly, I might untie your hands for a bit..."

He paused for effect, waiting for her response.

"Oh really?" She snorted in disbelief "Let's see how fun that is with my hands tied like this."

His grin grew wider. "Oh, I think we can find a way to make it work." He held up her bound hands, inspecting them carefully before looking back into her eyes. "Now, let's play... Who is your favorite enemy commander?"

His grin turned to a sneer as he leaned back against the wall once again. "Very funny," he said sarcastically. With a shake of his head, he reached into one of the pockets of his uniform and withdrew a small knife. "Alright then... I guess you'll just have to feel this." Before she could react, he slashed at her bound wrists several times, cutting through the rope easily. Her hands fell limp to her side as blood dripped onto the cold floor.

"There," he growled darkly, "feeling better now?" He held out a hand to help her up, though there was nothing genuine about his gesture.

Rebel's grin returned as he watched her struggle to keep her wounded hands steady. "Ah, now that you're feeling more cooperative... I think it's time we continue our game." He walked over to a crate in the corner of the room and pulled out what appeared to be a black leather cat-o'-nine-tails. His grin grew wider as he tossed it playfully onto her lap. "Now, I want you to use this on yourself... If you can answer my question correctly."

"Well, well," he chuckled darkly, amused by her response. "So defiant even now... I like that." He knelt down beside her and placed a hand on the back of her neck, his fingers digging into her skin possessively. "Now, tell me what I want to hear and we'll continue with this game of yours..."

His grip on her neck tightened slightly at the sound of her fake mewl. His free hand traveled downwards, roughly cupping one breast through her uniform before squeezing hard enough to make her cry out in pain. "Is that what you call 'meow'?" he growled huskily. "Or are you just trying to piss me off?" His other hand twisted her hair, forcing her head back against his chest as he continued to play roughly with her breast and nipple.

His grin was cold as ice as he heard her mewl. "Good girl," he purred, still not letting up on the painful squeeze of her breast and nipple. His free hand slid down further, roughly teasing at the sensitive skin behind her knee before spreading her legs wide apart with a cruel laugh.

"Now, tell me who your favorite enemy commander is," he growled into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "And maybe I'll let you keep some of these treats..." His fingers continued to torment her as he waited impatiently for her answer.

Slowly and painfully, she forced out the words between gritted teeth: "You are... my favorite enemy commander." Her breath came ragged as he continued to play with her. It hurt so much, but there was a strange pleasure in the pain too. She wondered if this was what he had meant by her thanking him later.

As if sensing that she had capitulated, Rebel's grip eased somewhat, allowing her to catch her breath and regain some control over her body. His fingers continued their taunting movements, but they no longer felt like weapons of torture. Instead, there was a strange twist of desire mixed in with the pain.

"Good girl," he purred again before letting go of her entirely, standing up to pace around the room restlessly. "You've earned yourself a reward." With that, he turned to face her once more and walked slowly back towards where she lay on the floor, his grin growing wider with every step he took.

Rebel knelt down next to her again, his face mere inches from hers as he stared deep into her eyes. "Now then," he whispered huskily, running a finger lightly down the side of her throat. "Since you were such a good girl... Why don't we see just how much of a prize I can make this for you..." And with that, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. His tongue snaked out to explore her mouth, and Karen found herself unable to resist as the taste of him overwhelmed her senses.

The kiss was possessive and demanding, his hand moving up under her shirt to palm one of her breasts roughly through her bra, squeezing and teasing. She could feel the heat of him against her, and despite everything that had happened so far, she couldn't help but arch into him, wanting more...

His other hand slid under her uniform as well, teasing at the hairs on her mound through her underwear before slowly pressing against her. She gasped into his mouth as he began to move against her, rubbing in small circles that made her breath come ragged and stole what little was left of her resolve.

Their kisses became deeper, more demanding, as they both lost themselves in the heat of the moment. His fingers found their way inside her underwear, seeking out her core and pressing against her sensitive bundle of nerves with unyielding pressure. She cried out into his mouth, arching even further into him as waves of pleasure washed over her, leaving her weak and wanting more...

Her cries of pleasure fueled him as he continued to thrust his fingers deeper inside her, feeling her body respond to his touch with unrestrained passion. He kissed her roughly, hungrily, tasting the salty tears on her lips and loving the way she arched into his hand with each stroke.

With a savage growl, he reached down between them once more and positioned himself at her entrance, pushing inside her slowly but inexorably. She cried out again as he breached her tightness, filling her completely with his hard length. With a triumphant grin, he began to move, thrusting roughly into her over and over again, each stroke bringing them closer together.

As their bodies moved in unison, Rebel's grin widened into a sinister smile. His hips snapped forward, driving deeper inside her with each thrust, feeling the walls of her body clench around him with every movement. Her cries and moans only spurred him on further, fueling his need to possess her completely.

With one final powerful thrust, Rebel's release exploded through him, filling Karen's core with hot, salty seed. She shuddered beneath him, her own orgasm building as he continued to pound into her. Finally, she cried out and convulsed around him, wracked with pleasure as her own climax washed over them both.

Panting heavily, Rebel rested his forehead against hers, their chests rising and falling in tandem as they struggled to catch their breath. With a wicked smile, he lifted one hand to cup her breast through her bra once more, squeezing gently before pulling away with a satisfied smirk. "I think we'll play this game again soon," he whispered huskily in her ear. "Although.. I'm not done with you."

His words send shivers down her spine and she shudders, biting her lip as he gently pinches her nipple through the bra. "You aren't?" She asks softly, eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of fear. His touch still feels so commanding and possessive, it's hard for her to imagine him ever letting go completely.

But even as she thinks that, she can't help but wonder what else he has in store for them... And if the next time they play this game will be just as intense as this one was. A thrill of anticipation runs through her and her breath comes faster, mirroring his own. "What do you mean?" She whispers, trying to sound casual despite the racing of her heart.

His grin grows wider at her obvious curiosity and fear. "Oh, I have plenty planned," he murmurs darkly into her ear before nipping lightly at her lobe. "But for now..." He trails off with a laugh, his hand moving down to stroke the inside of her thigh. "Maybe we should find some way to thank me." His fingers slowly inch higher, teasing and stroking along her folds until he finds what he's looking for.

With that, he presses two fingers inside her once more, working them in a pattern designed to drive her wild with pleasure. Her breath hitches as she feels the touch of his fingers against her most sensitive spot and arches into him desperately. "Oh yes," he growls roughly into her ear, feeling her body respond eagerly to his ministrations. "This'll have to do for now..." Soon he removed his fingers and tilted her head towards his length.

His fingers slid back up her body as he watched the movement of his cock with a predator's focus. The sight was almost enough to drive him over the edge, and he had no doubt that she could feel the tension in every muscle as he gritted his teeth and fought for control. As their hips aligned once more, her lips parted on an involuntary moan of anticipation. He pressed forward slowly at first, teasing her before increasing the pace, rocking back and forth as he buried himself inside her again and again, their bodies meeting in a primal dance of possession and release.

Her tightness felt almost too good, and with each thrust he could feel himself getting closer to that inevitable edge, the one where control slipped away completely and instinct took over. He groaned low in his throat as she wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper still, and their frantic movements built to a frenzy, their mutual need for completion becoming almost desperate in its intensity.

His hands moved to grip her hips tightly, pulling her body against his as he pumped harder and faster, losing himself completely in the heat of the moment. With a hoarse cry, he felt the last threads of restraint snap, and with one final, powerful thrust, he came deep inside her, his release blurring the line between them as they were both consumed by the fiery embrace of their bodies. 'you do understand, you'll have to lick me? I don't want to leave my length to leave a mess after us."

"Yes... Master..." Her voice was filled with desire and submission as she licked her lips and leaned in to encircle his length with her warm tongue, her hands running up his thighs in the process. She took him deeper into her mouth, exploring every inch of him while he still twitched from his orgasmic release. Her lips moved over him skillfully, teasing and pleasuring as she suckled gently at first before increasing the pressure, taking more of him inside with each passing moment until he was completely swallowed up by her mouth and the wet heat of her tongue. Her hands wrapped around his shaft, massaging firmly up and down its length as she continued to give him pleasure through this intimate act. It didn't take long for her ministrations to have their desired effect; Rebel let out a low groan of satisfaction as he felt himself begin to harden once more beneath her skilled touch. "That's it... That feels so good..." He muttered huskily, his hips beginning to thrust into her mouth in time with her rhythm on him. Her lips stretched to accommodate him easily and she moaned around his length as he pushed deeper, his erection throbbing with renewed need for release.