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Steve rubbed a hand through his beard as he remained crouched on the rooftop, watching the top-floor apartment windows.
How dangerous you lived, so trusting and innocent. Leaving all your lights on, curtains opened, and running around in those cute pale green panties and sleeper tank without care. Like you were actually safe all the way up there. Didn’t you know how people worked? Staying in the shadows looking for their victim. So naive, so perfect. Steve could vision him and Bucky taking you so sweetly apart till you were crying for a release. “What do you think Buck?” Steve asked softly, but he knew the answer.
“She’s perfect, a Real Doll.” his companion lowered the binoculars he was using to get a better view of you. You were just digging in the freezer, and the cold air had filtered through your tank to harden your nipples, that so deliciously grazed in peaks through your tank that the soldier couldn’t help but drag his teeth over his bottom lip. “And easy fucking access to. Go right down the fire escape onto her landing. The Doll even left her window cracked for us.”
“Mmhm, she’s a sweetheart, innocent and all ours. We will keep her safe, and she will be the perfect housewife for us. I can already see her with the kids now.” Steve pushed to a stand, checking the time. “We still got an hour to kill, let’s go grab some food and we will collect her later tonight.” Both men made their way down, each thrumming with excitement at their new prize.
It was so hot in your apartment, all the fans going, you had to prop open the windows for air, even though you knew it was dangerous. But it would be stifling otherwise. After watching some late-night tv, your fingers petting your feline stretched out next to you on the couch, also enjoying the late-night breeze from the window. “Shall we try for some sleep?” you sighed, and walking to your bedroom, you peeled off your sticky tank top and flopped down on the bed with a dissatisfied sigh.
Who knows, maybe it will cool down. You think as you roll to your back and stare up at the ceiling. Soon though your eyes got heavy and rolled up to fall asleep. Safe, sound, and somewhat relaxed in your home. Supposedly. You were none the wiser when your window in the living room slid open and first one burly man slipped through, then another. Each taking in your apartment. You lived in a small place, cozy and you kept it fairly clean cause of its size. Each man approved of this and slid into the small hallway that ended in your room.
The door was wide open, so each of them took in the sight of you sprawled out, enjoying the breeze of the fan. A slight perspire of sweat rolled down between your breasts and Bucky moaned softly, wanting to run his tongue down to follow it. Steve’s blue eyes turned darker with lust, and each man went to each side of the bed, blocking your escape.
When your eyes opened, all you could see were shadows of men looming over you, and hint of blonde hair from one, and a streak of silver at the others side. You screamed and thrashed out, kicking out your legs and trying to roll away from both of them but cold metal grasped your throat and lifted you to crush your back against his chest, the other moving to kneel on the bed and his hand lifted to smack your face, shock the fuck out of you while Bucky covered your mouth after the act.
“Shut up and listen closely. Don’t fight, and you won’t get hurt, we don’t want to hurt you. My name is Steve Rogers and his name is Bucky Barnes.” Your brows come together in recognition of the names, Captain America and The Winter Soldier. “If he moves his hand, you gonna be a good girl for us?”
You give a fearful nod, and when Bucky moves his hands from your lips, you scream again, giving it your best to wriggle from his hold. Catching Steve’s chin out in a kick, he cussed out, backing away and Bucky sighed, moving to sit on the bed, locking your arms behind you and his legs locked over yours. “Looks like our Doll needs a lesson, Steve.”
“Mmhhh looks like she does.” Steve bit out with a sound of disappointment while he rubbed his chin, rather upset that you weren’t a more willing woman for them. But that would come soon enough. Bucky’s hand was back over your mouth and it was useless to bite at him, being his vibranium hand. With your legs spread wide open, Steve started stroking your inner thighs, looking down in your wide fearful eyes.
“So listen close Sweetheart, 'cause we’re only laying the rules down once. The first time you break them will be a warning, second a punishment. I don’t like the rules broken.” Bucky kissed your temple, and you wriggled against his hold once more, but it really was useless. “You’re going to be our woman. We’re going to fill you with our babies, and you’re going to be good to us, cause we’re going to keep you safe, content, and happy. Do you understand me?” Steve's blue eyes, shadowed slightly roamed down your body, to your panty-covered core, and he hooked a finger in the band. “Now, let’s see if this Pussy is as sweet as I think it is.”
That issued another panicked squeal and attempt to break loose, but no such luck. “Shaved I like that… but we’re you getting ready for someone? Not us as you didn’t know.” Steve demanded as a single finger slides along the folds, tracing but not pushing for more at the moment. You shake your head a bit, and Bucky drops his lips to your ear, biting the lobe a bit and you try to pull away at the bit of pain. “Don’t you lie to us Doll.” He hisses as his metal fingers pry past your lips, and into your mouth, pressing down your tongue till you almost gag on your whimpers. “Or else I’m gonna teach that wicked tongue of yours a lesson.”
Steve started to work a finger between the warmth of your pink folds, dipping into that entrance far enough to find that slick and drawing it out, spreading up towards your bundle of nerves, leaving your legs aching as they strained to break free from Bucky’s hold, clamp around Steve's hand to stop him.
This can’t be happening, not with the Avengers. They were supposed to be the ‘Good Guys’. Your mind raced with these thoughts, closing your eyes with hopes that this was a bad dream, a nightmare, it couldn’t be real. You weren’t being violated.
“We're taking you away from this shit hole.” Steve continued as you whimpered around Bucky’s fingers, tears welling up in your eyes to roll down your cheeks. “There’s no need to cry sweetheart, Just follow the rules,” Steve stated as he put more pressure on your clit, making you rock your hips involuntarily. “Ahhh there’s our girl.” Steve chuckled softly as he started to win your body over although your mind still fought them. His fingers started to fill you, pumping your channel, and your whimpers went from fear to lust-filled.
Bucky shifted, keeping your arms pinned to your back with his chest, and hooked his hands under your legs, lifting them back and your whole body up. Leaving you spread open for Steve as he fingered you, faster, making your pussy squelch.
“Please stop, I don’t want this,” you begged once Bucky had removed his hand from your mouth.
“Yea, seems like you do. I bet you taste as good as you feel too.” With Bucky holding you open, Steve let his head lower and drop his tongue to lap along your folds, and fuck if that didn’t feel better than his fingers, your head falling back to Bucky’s shoulder and still trying to fight it, not give in as he speared you, stroking deep and groaning at how good you were, how slick and dripping you were even though you were protesting the whole thing. When he pulled away, you were boneless, not quite coming, but Steve folded you into his arms, twisting you to his chest and leaving you still spread wide for Bucky.
“See Doll, you really don’t have much say in what we do to you when we’re going to do it to you. Now you are ours. She tastes good Bucky, like sweet spicy honey.” Steve enticed while he rubbed his beard clean against your shoulder and then you felt another mouth on your core, different but no less toe-curling. You struggled again as your eyes rolled back and your pussy rubbed against his face. Steve smirked against your cheek while giving you a kiss, losing your fucking mind when he started fingering you as well. “See how much you like it? Do I need to convince you anymore?”
Bucky, well fuck he wanted to see you fall apart, and his free hand reached in his pocket pulling out the syringe they had brought to knock their Doll out. while his tongue lapped quickly at your bundle of nerves, his metal fingers, still so sensitive curled inside you, come hither to the touch, he stroked that lovely soft spot inside of you till you were clenching around his fingers and howling out louder than before with “Please, I can’t take anymore.” Cumming all over his fingers. Now that you were in your release, Bucky plunged the syringe into your neck, and your eyes rolled back, falling back against Steve’s chest.
“Go to sleep Doll.” Bucky quietly said as he pulled fingers out of your clenching pussy, and cleaned them off with a quick suck of his mouth. “You will wake up feeling good,” he told your unconscious self, your head rolling forward on your chest.
“That she will.” Steve eased you to lie down and looked around the bedroom. “Let’s pack the personal shit to take with us, and move her to her new home.”
Within’ an hour Steve and Bucky loaded you into a small jet on the rooftop, your body lolling against Steve’s chest as he carried you and Bucky buckled you in, tossing a few bags nearby, and the door shut. Your apartment was now abandoned as you were being flown to your new home.
Captive to these two super soldiers.