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.."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at you with amusement. "Oh, I didn't expect you to know me. That's quite a surprise... Well, welcome to my humble abode, Commander Karen." He smiled evilly, enjoying the shock on your face. "I found you unconscious after you failed a mission and decided to keep you as my little plaything."

"Oh, really? You think so highly of yourself? Well, if that's the case..." With a malicious grin, he reached out and snapped a pair of handcuffs around your wrists. "There we go! Now you have the same treatment as everyone else." He chuckled darkly.

"I'm glad you're taking it so well..." With another chuckle, he picked you up bridal style and began carrying you towards a nearby bed. "Now, let's see what else I can do to make this little punishment more... enjoyable for both of us."

Rebel laughed loudly at your outburst, amused by your hostility. "Oh, you think I care about such things? We're enemies now, huh? Well then, how does it feel to be treated like this?" He grinned wickedly and lowered you onto the bed roughly.

"But don't worry," he whispered menacingly into your ear. "I won't hurt you... too badly." His hand traced down your stomach, his fingers edging closer to the V-neck of your uniform.

Your words did little to deter him. He found the tension between you two arousing, and his touch on your skin sent a shiver down your spine. You struggled weakly against his hold, but he only laughed darkly and pinned you down with his weight. His fingers finally reached the hem of your uniform, lifting it up to expose your bare stomach.

"Mhm..." He purred, trailing his fingertips across your skin. "So soft..." He leaned in closer, breath warm on your neck as he continued toying with you.

His hand cupped your breast through the material of your uniform, squeezing gently. "Are you enjoying this at all?" he murmured huskily into your ear. His other hand slid up under your uniform to rub circles on your stomach before reaching between your legs. He gripped you roughly, pressing against your sex through the fabric of your panties. "Or are you just going to fight me the whole time?"

His grin widened as he felt your body tensing beneath him, betraying the arousal you tried to deny. He increased his grip on your breast and your sex through your clothes, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. "Come on," he growled, "let go." His thumb circled your clit, rubbing roughly against the fabric. "You know you want this."

His lips curled into a sinister smile as he continued to rub against you through your clothes. "We're enemies now, huh? Well, I think we can find ways to make this fun for both of us. Just give in to what feels good." With his free hand, he reached up to unbutton his pants, grinning wolfishly at the sight of you struggling beneath him. "You might as well enjoy it while you can."

He moved one hand to cup her breast through the uniform, squeezing roughly while his thumb rolled over her nipple, and thrust two fingers into her wetness through her panties. "See? This feels good. You know you've wanted this." He leaned in, biting down gently on her neck as he began to thrust his fingers faster, matching the rhythm with his words. "Give in... let yourself enjoy it..."

His free hand moved between their bodies, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down, revealing his arousal straining against his underwear. With a wicked grin, he reached out and tugged at the waistband, urging her to touch him. "Go on... take it..."

Your struggles grew weaker as he continued to thrust into you, your moans muffled against the bed sheets. His touch felt so good, it was almost impossible to deny. You sighed heavily and closed your eyes, giving in to the sensation coursing through your body. As he growled in approval, his other hand moved lower on her stomach, pushing down her panties and exposing her wetness before circling her entrance, teasing and preparing her for what was to come. "That's it," he whispered hoarsely against your ear, as he slid into you with one smooth thrust.

As he thrust deeper inside her, she arched her back and moaned his name, her body trembling with pleasure beneath him. Her tightness felt incredible, and with each movement he sank further into the sensation of having her beneath him, as an equal. He growled low in his throat, sweat dripping onto her skin as their bodies moved together in a primal dance of dominance and submission. With one hand still gripping her breast firmly, he reached up to pinch her nipple roughly before using the other hand to pull roughly at her hair, forcing her head back to meet his thrusts with deeper cries. "Come for me, Commander..."

Her nails raked down his chest as she tried in vain to find purchase on anything but skin, and he reveled in the sensation of being wanted, of having control over this beautiful woman who would normally be above him in rank. "Let go," he groaned, pushing deeper inside her as they moved closer and closer toward release.

As she began to thrash beneath him, her orgasm building rapidly, he groaned and felt himself on the edge as well. His thrusts became rougher, more demanding, each one driving them closer together until finally he came with a hoarse cry, his body tensing above hers as he emptied himself deep inside her.

Panting heavily, he held himself over her for a moment before pulling out and collapsing beside her on the bed, their bodies still slick with sweat and sex. "Well..." He let out a shaky breath. "That was... interesting." There was an undercurrent of uncertainty in his voice as they both tried to decide what had just happened between them.