Stucky, Howling Commandos era. 100 words exactly. This drabble meets the requirements for @societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox Scribbles (Town Without Pity by Gene Pitney--"tiger in a cage"); and @stuckygeekevents' Stucky June Pride 2026 (Tracks 4 and 6--Back Then and Two Pints & a Protest).
Summary:
The scenery and setting might change, but one thing's still the same: Stevie's always going to find a way to fight. (And Bucky's always going to be there afterwards.)
"Just like back home, eh?" shouts Falsworth over the shelling.
"What the hell's that mean?" Bucky yells back.
Falsworth balances two grenades in his hand and grins at them, teeth muddy. "Two pints and a protest, down at the pub!"
He goes over the top, a tiger released from his cage. Two explosions follow, in short order.
Steve laughs softly. He sits so close, the laughter vibrates in Bucky's bones. "Don't get any ideas, punk," Bucky warns him.
"What about after the protest?" shouts Steve, a familiar, sultry glint in his eye.
And then he follows Falsworth into the fray.
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𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || dark!Howling Commandos x reader
summary: it’s been said that revenge is a dish best served cold, but when you’re the one being served, it doesn’t really matter.
word count: 7.6k
warnings: smut (noncon), kidnapping, group sex/gangbang, forced orgasms, spitroasting, DP/anal, throatfucking, humiliation, degradation, squirting, overstimulation/multiple orgasms (in fact an absurd amount of orgasms), pussy spanking, slapping, hatesex/hatefucking/revenge sex, choking, spitting, hair pulling... basically everything because this thing is a fucking doozy y’all
HOWLING COMMANDOS: seven-man unit, American Army special operations.
Known members: Steven “Steve” Rogers (alias CAPTAIN AMERICA), James “Bucky” Barnes, Timothy Dugan, James “Jim” Morita, Jacques Dernier, Gabriel “Gabe” Jones, James Falsworth. All but Rogers are previous HYDRA captives.
CAUTION: highly trained and equipped for long-range and melee combat. Do not approach. Shoot to kill.
You scoffed as you skimmed over the file, tossing it aside. You’d already been briefed on the Howling Commandos after their embarrassing siege of another HYDRA facility a few kilometres north of yours. Now that you’d lost on your home turf, it felt personal; it felt like if they were allowed to continue reeking havoc, it would represent a massive oversight even if they never touched another HYDRA base.
But, of course, they would. It was a matter of time. And despite the preparations personnel had made, they still breached the perimeter in the early hours of a Monday morning, during a rainstorm that was just strong enough to obscure some visual feeds in the command center.
That was the excuse they were giving, at least, as they ordered everyone to evacuate. By the time that news got to you in the thermal fusion labs, it was a bit too late; a shrapnel grenade had already rolled in the doorway, and though you managed to successfully avoid direct damage, the stampede of scientists out of the room had nearly trampled you, and as you looked down to your ankle, you were confident it was either severely sprained or broken.
And when you looked up to the doorway, you saw two men staring back down at you. They were wielding stolen weapons, HYDRA weapons with technology Allies could never even dream of.
Your weapons. And here they were, pointing them at you.
But they didn't shoot. In fact, they both lowered their guns and gave each other a quick glance before the man in front approached you.
“Well, well, well,” the man— red-headed, tall and burly with ridiculously facial hair like a true egotistical American— grinned widely as he knelt down to get a closer look at you. “Guess it makes sense they would keep girls here, it’d get boring otherwise.”
“I’m a scientist,” you defended with a grimace.
“Yeah? Well maybe you can teach me sum’n,” he purred as he started to run his hand, dirtied with grease and soot, up your exposed leg; you tried to kick him away but you yelped in pain when it agitated your ankle, and he chuckled at you. "Looks like you're gonna need some help with that… hey, Barnes," he called to the younger man standing nearby, "why don't you carry her so she doesn't have to put any weight on that ankle?"
Barnes stepped closer and gave you a stern warning as he knelt down: "don't try to fight me."
Truthfully, you were too weak to push him away even as the younger man— why did he look oddly familiar?— scooped you up and carried you out of the destroyed laboratory.
You looked up at his face for a moment and realized with a quiet gasp where you knew him from.
"You remember me, huh?" he smirked. "I remember you. You were there during those experiments they did on me… you were there when they tortured me for information."
You swallowed dryly, the vengeful fire in his eyes threatening to burn you up. It was the same look he gave you just a few weeks ago in your own lab as he spitefully informed you his name was Bucky.
"You and I will have a long conversation about that later."
And yet, you didn’t expect you’d get many chances to talk during that ‘conversation.’
Bucky carried you through the firefight, leaving you to helplessly watch as your coworkers and allies went down to the Commandos. Apparently they weren’t interested in taking prisoners, aside from you.
The siege was winding down, more and more sectors of the base falling to the American terror, and Barnes continued to march you away from it all until you were somewhere in the woods, where the Commandos started to gather after a successful mission.
Bucky set you down in the middle of their camp, binding your hands behind your back as the men circled you and stared at your shivering form.
“Found this HYDRA lab tech cowering under her desk,” the red-haired man explained, and you didn’t care to correct him. “Figured she was worth more alive.”
There was a pause as the men shamelessly undressed you with their eyes.
"Well, what are we gonna do with her?" someone finally asked.
"Pff, what kinda question is that?" another scoffed. "We're gonna show her a good time."
“Like hell you are,” you sneered. “Let me go or have me imprisoned. Anything else is against your sensitive American principles.”
“That’s rich coming from you,” Barnes hissed. “Do you think they don’t know what you did to me, Doc? Human experimentation, believe it or not, goes against those ‘sensitive American principles’ we’ve got.”
“And I think the term you’re looking for is ‘war crimes,’” another man reminded you.
"Well, I think you're gonna get to know all of us pretty well,” the red-headed man interjected, “but I figure I should introduce you to the Howling Commandos, eh? You've already met Barnes here, seems you two have a bit of a history, huh? I'm Timothy Dugan… the boys here call me 'Dum Dum', but you can call me 'sir' or keep your fuckin' mouth shut."
You kept your jaw tight as he continued his way down the line.
"That's Morita, and Jones—"
"Dum Dum, I think we're all gonna be on a first name basis," the one he called Morita interrupted.
"Fair enough," Dugan chuckled. "That's Jim, then, and next to him are Gabe and James. And over there, that's Jacques. And last but not least—"
He motioned to the man in the extravagant uniform, carrying that ridiculous shield, and you grimaced. "I know who that is," you explained. "Captain America," you spoke with every ounce of disdain your body could channel at once.
"You know, now that I think about it, it's sorta funny," Dugan chuckled, "more than any other HYDRA agent we've dealt with before, you are about to get literally fucked by America."
They all laughed while you tried your best not to show your fear.
“I thought that was a war crime, too,” you remembered with a frown, sounding so much more meek than you meant to.
“Yeah, well, nobody’s here to stop us, now are they?” Gabe snickered.
"American scum," you snarled. Bucky’s boot collided with your face and you collapsed onto your side, the wind knocked out of you for a moment.
"You could save yourself a lot of hurt if you just show a little respect," Dugan assured. “Don’t give us any excuses to hurt you worse, alright?”
But someone was already grabbing you and dragging you into the position he wanted— it was Bucky, holding your arms behind your back as his feet roughly kicked your legs open. Damn this uniform for having such a small skirt.
The circle of men closed in on you as they knelt on the ground to get a closer look.
“Get away from me!” you yelped, uselessly trying to squirm.
“Should we gag her?” James suggested right away, and it made you swallow down your protests.
“No way, we’re gonna miss all the good stuff if we can’t hear anything,” Jim explained. “Besides, it’s kinda funny when she screams like that.”
An assortment of hands held your limbs down as the others tore at your clothes, groping everywhere they could reach, turning your uniform to shreds in an instant. You felt tears burn behind your eyes but you refused to cry, biting hard on your lip as rough hands palms your tits, pinched your nipples, and slid up into your panties.
“She’s already wet,” one of them noted, and you felt one of Bucky’s hands release from your arm to slither down between your legs as well.
“Shit, she’s soaked,” Bucky agreed, rubbing your clit in fast circles. “I guess we’re not the only ones having a bit of fun today, hm?”
His touch was cruel enough, but his words were what made your heart sink into your gut. And they must have noticed, because they seemed determined to exploit it.
“Look how bad she wants it,” Gabe announced. “She’s trying so hard not to moan already. Don’t be shy, honey, we wanna hear you.”
“P-please stop,” you barely managed to whisper, knowing that you’d cry if you spoke any louder, and they laughed again.
“Now what’n the hell would we do that for?” Dugan chuckled lowly.
“Keep begging, though, maybe if you ask really nice, we’ll leave you alone after all,” Jim taunted. It was obviously a lie— not just a lie but a joke— but you weren’t sure you had any other choice.
“Please, please, please,” you chanted from between your teeth, looking away as Steve knelt down to stare right at your exposed cunt and slip a thick finger inside it.
“Begging for more already,” Bucky smirked.
You writhed and did your best to ignore Steve’s finger inside you, but he made that nearly impossible when he began to slowly move it in and out. “She’s tight,” he informed the group.
“I want a taste of that cunt,” Jacques hissed.
“Then you’d better get it soon before we all ruin it, dontcha think?” James replied.
Taking the instruction, Jacques got down on the ground between your legs, lifting your hips to meet his face as you tried to writhe away. He gave you one last sickening grin before he dove in, the other men watching your face as you tried not to show any signs of pleasure or fear. It was difficult, though, when his tongue lapping at your clit felt objectively good, and when this situation was objectively terrifying.
He ate you voraciously, pushing his tongue inside you and breathing heavily against your sensitive skin as you tried uselessly to buck away. Rogers looked like he was almost blushing as he watched you struggle against Bucky and Jacques’ grip on you, reaching down to palm one of your breasts and then the other; his touch made your whole body erupt into goosebumps and Bucky chuckled into the crook of your neck.
“It’s okay to like it, honey, no need to pretend you don’t,” Steve encouraged softly.
“Anybody ever eaten ya out that good before?” Dugan asked in a taunt.
Just as soon as the pleasure began to build in your gut, threatening to push past the point of no return, Jacques pulled back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand; you’d never been so relieved and so disappointed all at once before.
“Sweet little cunt,” he grunted his praise, giving you a slap on the inside of your thigh.
Apparently curious about Jacques’ claims, Bucky slid his hand down between your legs and roughly pinched your clit until you yelped, then slipping two fingers inside you before you could even process it. He pulled them out again right away and brought the fingers to his mouth, sucking on your taste.
“Damn, really is sweet,” he mumbled, reaching back down already with the spit-slicked fingers and rubbing your swelling clit just a bit too hard, just a bit too fast. You fought to keep your back from arching but it was impossible, and the men laughed as you gasped in a shuddering breath.
"Play with her pussy, Barnes, show us how you treat those Brooklyn girls,” Dugan encouraged.
"Oh, I treat 'em a lot better than this," he chuckled. "I don't think a HYDRA bitch deserves it slow and sweet."
He emphasized his point by giving your clit a hard spank, and another when your body jolted.
His technique was brutally effective, finding all your most delicate places and targeting them ruthlessly as your legs kicked and quivered and your body writhed.
"Oh shit, looks like she might actually come," Gabe noticed as they all laughed at you. You wanted more than anything not to, but you couldn't help it as Bucky rubbed your clit fast and rough, the stimulation almost too much to handle.
Just when you thought you might be able to hold it down, Jim shoved two fingers into your pulsing channel and curled them right into your most tender spot.
Much to your dismay, you screamed through your gag as a gush of wetness squirted from you suddenly. Gasps and laughter sounded out around you and tears burned your eyes as you tried to imagine this was anyone else, anything else, anywhere else.
But Bucky's voice in your ear pulled you right back into reality. "Open your eyes," he whispered, not nearly as aggressive as you would've expected. "I want you to see this. You're still coming."
Yep, you still were, because Jim was still ruthlessly twisting his fingers inside you, milking your cunt until you physically couldn't come anymore and your entire body was spasming uncontrollably.
Only when you couldn't recognize your own muffled screams did Jim and Bucky stop, the whole group admiring the mess you'd made.
“Damn,” James mumbled, everyone seeming to be in various states of shock from what they’d just witnessed. You were already exhausted just from this, falling totally limp into Bucky’s arms, but you knew they’d only just started.
A few of them were already touching themselves as they watched you, and the sight of their cocks made sick sting at the back of your throat. Worse than the visual was the feeling as Dugan stepped closer and forced your hand to rub up against his throbbing length.
“C’mon honey, you got two hands, put ‘em to good use,” Jim smirked as he guided you to grasp his shaft as well.
“You might need both for this one,” Gabe taunted proudly as he pushed his underwear down, letting his hard cock bounce up against his stomach. You tried not to react to any of it, thinking maybe your best bet was to pleasure them as efficiently as you could manage so it would be over and done with.
But with seven men, military men who had been away from home and women for months now, could they ever really be satisfied? And even so, they seemed pretty invested in drawing this out as long as possible, not for their own benefit but for your detriment.
They continued to pass your hands around for a while, rubbing themselves on whatever part of you they saw fit, and you wanted to just check out and pretend it was all a sick, awful dream, but they kept you an active participant by making you move your hands or look up at them occasionally.
They all stepped back at once, making you confused and less relieved than you expected, as you waited to continue discovering your fate.
"Cap, since you're our fearless leader and all, we figured you oughta have the first go," Gabe offered with a friendly pat on Steve's shoulder, as if this was a normal favor among pals.
"Oh, it should be Bucky, he has business to settle with her," Steve dismissed.
"No, I'll go last," Bucky decided with a nod.
"Last?" Jacques questioned.
"Anything else wouldn’t be fair to the rest of you… she'll be ruined when I'm done with her," Bucky explained coldly, glaring right at you as the other men snickered.
"Fair enough," Jim shrugged, "go ahead and break her in for us Rogers."
"I gotta be honest, a super soldier cock is a pretty rough start," Steve chuckled, "but I guess that's what you get when you cross the Howling Commandos, right?"
His tone didn’t meet the confidence of his words, and you saw him take a quick breath in and out as he stepped closer, towering above where Bucky had you held down on the ground.
“Why don’t you use that pretty mouth to get my cock wet first, huh? No teeth or Buck’ll hurt ya,” he warned, unbuttoning his fly rapidly.
You choked just at the sight of it, making all of them laugh again. Steve didn’t seem aroused by your fear, necessarily, compared to the others… but he certainly didn’t miss the inherent compliment in it.
“Don’t give me those doe eyes, honey, just get that mouth open,” he encouraged, and when you didn’t obey right away, Bucky's rough hand grabbed your jaw tight and forced it open, two fingers pulling your lips open wider as they hooked into your cheek.
Steve nodded his silent appreciation to Bucky before pushing his cock over your tongue and into the back of your mouth, sighing a little at the feeling of your throat unwillingly opening to him. “Oh, f-fuck,” he moaned, grabbing your hair to slide even deeper.
“Don’t think I’ve ever heard Cap swear before,” Jim chuckled. “Must be good.”
“So good,” Steve nodded, brushing his thumb over your cheek as he began to thrust slowly. “Such a sweet little mouth.”
You couldn’t fight your tears anymore, not when gagging on his cock made your eyes burn even more, and you let them fall as you fluttered your eyes shut, the heat on your cheeks reminding you how cold your skin had become from the brisk autumn air.
“Keep your eyes open,” Steve whispered, slapping you lightly on the cheek until you did as he said. You looked up at him and hated to imagine how fearful, how pleading you must have looked in that moment. “There’s a good girl,” he cooed, pushing even deeper into your throat as you felt a headache coming on from the loss of air. He grabbed your hair with one hand and stroked your neck with the other, feeling the bulge of his cock pushing your throat out from the inside. “I think I like you better when you’ve got a cock in your mouth to shut you up.”
A few snickers from the crowd made shame twist even harder inside your gut, and just when you thought you might pass out (and almost hoped you would), Steve stepped back and let you breathe again.
But it wasn’t freedom, that much was clear as he knelt down between your legs, roughly grabbing your hips to pull you a little closer before he started to push his trousers lower on his muscular thighs.
You turned your face away to press against Bucky’s shoulder but he turned you back to look down at where Steve was rubbing his cock over your pussy, already soaked and so overly-sensitive from what they’d done to you. “Stop,” you whispered instinctively, making Steve look up at you. “Stop,” you repeated, louder, trying to sound more confident than the first time.
“We’ve heard enough of that, don’t you think, Buck?” Steve prompted, and the man behind you roughly stuffed a scrap of your clothes into your mouth, a gag to keep you quiet as tears welled in your eyes again. “That’s better.”
He hissed as he pushed into you, and you bit down on your gag to keep from crying out as his cock stretched you open. There wasn’t much physical pain, you were pretty well-prepared after what Jim had done to you, but to know you were being debased in this way by the symbol of America himself was.... overwhelming, to say the least.
Steve began to thrust right away, moaning loudly as he filled you. The other men just watched almost proudly… except you couldn’t see Bucky’s expression, and that was probably for the best.
Steve’s face was turning a bit pink— was he actually blushing? That wasn’t exactly what you had expected, not that you could say for sure what you had been expecting.
“I— fuck,” Steve shuddered, his head falling back for a moment as he held your hips tighter and began to thrust faster, harder, until the only thing you could hear was the sound of skin hitting skin.
Well, that and your own moans, muffled by the gag but not very well suppressed. “Fuck her good, Cap, sounds like she’s goin’ crazy for it,” a voice you couldn’t quite place encouraged from the men surrounding you.
“Knew she was really just a little whore,” someone else chuckled. You recognized it as Dugan when he leaned in closer to speak by your ear. “This what you needed, honey? To get fucked like the nasty whore you are?”
You just whimpered under the gag, your tears especially hot on your face in the chilly air of the morning.
“Don’t think I’ll last long,” Steve admitted, “feels too good— oh, god...”
Glancing around at the horde of men standing above you, they were all but drooling as they waited for their chance to try what had Captain America losing his cool so quickly; you swallowed around the lump in your throat and simply hoped it would be over with quickly.
It was, in fact, not over with quickly.
After Steve pulled out and came on your stomach, Bucky let go of you to keep watch by the treeline instead, while Gabe took his turn with your mouth and Dugan slipped his cock inside you— the sight of his body on top of (and inside of) yours made your skin crawl.
"Look at me," Gabe instructed coldly as he slapped your cheek a few times. You winced and met his gaze, hating the prideful grin on his face. "Oh, you're giving me the angry eyes. You hate this so much, don't you? It's exactly what you deserve."
You felt each of your hands being guided around different cocks but you didn't even know whose they were. The voice of Jacques made at least one obvious; "When I let go, you will keep stroking, yes? Do not disobey me."
You attempted to nod as you suckled the head of Gabe's cock, your left hand no longer being wrapped by another as you kept giving the shaft in your palm slow strokes. Although it made you feel so disgusting, cooperating did make it easier for you. It was a lot easier to suck Gabe the best you could, for example, than to just get fucked in the throat. He groaned when you swirled your tongue around the tip, and that meant he would come faster, so it was just strategic, right?
“No wonder Cap didn’t last,” Dugan chuckled between grunts, “don’t think I will either.”
"You better not finish inside, most of us still haven't had a go," James interjected.
"Right, m'gonna finish on her face anyways," Dugan grunted. "Fuck, gonna be hard to pull out though, she's tight."
"Even after all that?"
“See for yourself, once I’m done.”
“No, no, I’m next,” Gabe asserted, “then you can have a go.”
Dugan made a low grunting noise as he pulled out of you and stood up, Gabe’s cock slipping out of your mouth as Dugan’s shoved in just a moment after, the taste of your own arousal potent on his cock. “Yeah that’s it, suck it ‘til I come,” Dugan instructed with a low voice, “fuck, here it comes—”
He pulled out from your mouth to stroke himself quickly as come started to shoot out and onto you. You winced and tried to turn away but Dugan was determined to coat your face, his hot seed painting your forehead and cheeks in stripes. He wasn’t even done yet when Gabe forced his way inside you; his cock reached a bit deeper than Dugan's had, and it made you wonder if there was any inch of you that wouldn't be tainted after this.
His movements were fast and erratic, focused only on his singular purpose to come as fast as possible. That said, he did start talking to you to keep your attention, little taunts mumbled at you as you struggled to process them while Jacques used your mouth.
“Yeah, you like that, huh?” Gabe grunted. “I can tell ‘cause you’re little pussy’s all wet, baby. Thought you wouldn’t like it, right?”
He slapped you on your cheek— not too hard, but enough to make you yelp around Jacques’ cock thrusting into your throat— when you didn’t respond.
“You like it, yeah?” he repeated, a little louder, and you managed an “mhmm” with your full mouth. “Yeah, you love this cock— m’gonna come all over this pussy.”
He kept that promise, leaning back slightly after he pulled out and stroking his cock until streams of come hit your abused and swollen cunt. Even when you looked away and closed your eyes you could still feel it, and it made you even more nauseous while you gagged on another cock in your mouth (with your eyes closed, you weren’t even sure whose it was anymore).
You were so disoriented that it took you a moment to notice when it all stopped, suddenly feeling empty and cold without them all over you and inside you. You blinked your eyes open and looked up at them looking back at you— not even for a second did you think they were done with you yet, and you were right.
“You’re already hard again, Rogers?” Jim noticed as Steve stroked his cock, staring down at you intently.
“Can’t help it,” he mumbled nervously.
“Why don’t you up the ante a little, eh? Put it in her ass.”
You and Steve looked like deer in the headlights at that suggestion, but everyone else was grinning ear to ear.
He stammered over a few words, but then stopped and just nodded, making the group of men awkwardly holler and clap as Steve got down and manhandled you onto your front, spitting on his hand and smearing it over your other entrance before using a finger to start stretching you out.
Inside your mind, you were putting up a massive fight, screaming and kicking and cursing them all out; but in reality you couldn’t do anything but try to swallow down your whimpers while he added a second finger, curling and twisting them inside you, getting you ready for his cock. You weren’t sure how you’d ever be able to take him there, but apparently he was going to try his best.
A third finger made you yelp and Steve seemed happy to get a reaction out of you. Of course, if he wanted a reaction, he certainly got one when he slipped his fingers out and pressed his cock to your hole instead.
“Please, please don’t,” you whispered, weak and quiet under your breath, but he didn’t seem to hear you as he punched his hips forward and his thick head popped inside with a groan from both of you. He paused for just a moment before sliding forward, spitting on your hole again to ease his way as you bit down on your lip so hard it would surely bruise.
“Oh, oh my god,” Steve shivered, watching your body struggle to accept his length. “So tight, fuck…”
You were trying to balance on your knees but you couldn’t anymore, and with one hard thrust from him you fell to the ground; not that that slowed him down at all, if anything he took it as permission to fuck you senseless. Too exhausted to do much else, you just laid there and took it with a broken moan at the end of every thrust inside you.
“She’s definitely been fucked up the ass before, look at her takin’ it so good,” Dugan chuckled.
You caught a glimpse of Bucky from between the legs of a man looming over you— off a ways, leaning against a tree and smoking, oddly aloof and nonchalant. But you knew it was the calm before the storm, that more likely than not he was going to ruin you even worse than the others had (and still were).
Looking at Bucky and dreading what was to come at least gave you something else to think about other than Steve’s weight on you as he fucked your ass, driving your hips into the cold ground with each movement of his own.
“I-I’m gonna come,” he gasped. “I’m gonna come inside.”
“Go ahead, you deserve it, pal,” James encouraged. “Fill up her ass.”
“Fuck,” Steve moaned lowly, leaning in a little closer to your ear to whisper just to you: “I’m gonna come, you want it, don’t you?”
You wanted him to stop, if that counts. Maybe if you responded you could speed him up. “Come,” you pleaded in a whisper, “come in my ass…”
He did only just a moment later, and you could feel the base of his cock pulsing and stretching you out just that little bit more. His teeth sunk into your shoulder and you hissed, but thankfully it didn’t last too long as he apparently finished filling you and pulled out with a little grunt, leaving you sore and panting; you could feel it leaking out of you and it made your face burn unbelievably hot.
“I don’t care that you already made a mess,” Jacques decided as Steve stood up and you just laid on the cold ground, “I want her ass.”
“Hey, go ahead,” Steve approved, voice still a little thin as he caught his breath.
Steve had stretched you out so much that Jacques slipped into your ass with hardly any trouble at all, though it certainly felt like trouble when Gabe knelt down under you between your legs and pushed into your cunt at the same time.
You couldn’t tell if your entire body was tense or if you’d gone limp, it felt a little bit like both somehow, and your moans were hoarse and broken and exhausted as they filled you more than you ever thought possible. Gabe was more measured at first but Jacques was ruthless, thrusting up into your shaking body and grunting into your ear with each meeting of his hips against yours.
“What a sweet little whore you are,” Jacques hissed, his heavy French accent sounding so much rougher from the exertion of fucking you so hard, “taking so many cocks in you.”
“You’re a natural,” Gabe agreed.
“Room for one more?” Jim grinned as he slapped his cock on your face, making you open your mouth instinctively which he filled instantly. “Mm, suck a little harder,” he demanded, “and I better not feel any teeth.”
You were so exhausted that you could barely suck him, using your hand to take the rest (though your other hand was preoccupied with stroking Bucky’s cock from the base to the tip). You had no shot at keeping track of everything filling you, but you had no way to ignore it, either. It all started to blend together, your body just a doll to be manipulated into whatever position they wanted, just a tool to be used, just a vessel to be filled. Giving into that wasn’t so difficult, disturbingly enough; what was more of a challenge was when they asked you to actually do something for them, instead of just lay back and take it.
Like, for example, when Gabe laid back on the ground and held you on top of him, after Jacques had already filled your ass with his spend alongside Steve’s. “Go on and ride it, girl,” Gabe instructed, everyone laughing when you were too weak to support yourself and collapsed onto his chest.
“Here, I’ll help you,” Dugan offered, but you knew it wasn’t just help; he knelt behind you and slipped his cock into your ass, holding your body close with his thick arms as you barely managed to bounce yourself atop Gabe. They both lifted and guided you, instructing you exactly how to rock your hips.
Soon you actually found a rhythm, gasping and almost moaning as you moved to ride both of them. “Dirty fucking slut,” Gabe hissed as he pinched and slapped your breasts until you whined. Dugan grabbed handfuls of your ass and spanked you a few times as well, thrusting to meet the movement of your hips and fill you as deep as he could. “You want some more come in that ass, huh? Fuck, you’re gonna get it.”
Dugan came inside you with a choked grunt, pulling out as Gabe pulled you off of his cock as well and guided you just to grind your dripping pussy against it, until he came on his stomach while whispering a string of filthy curses at you.
Jim laid you down on your back and balanced himself with a hand on your neck, choking you every once in a while, just long enough to make you choke and scream all at once when he let go.
“Look who’s back from keeping watch,” Gabe noticed, and you looked to the side to see Bucky suddenly kneeling down beside where Jim had you pinned to the ground. Silent and stoic as ever, Bucky tilted your head back and pulled his cock out, slipping it into your throat upside down which made it much easier for him to use your face like it was just another hole; his balls slapped the bridge of your nose on every thrust, just to add that last little dash of disgusting humiliation to it all. Jim let go of your throat and held your hips tight instead, tight enough to leave yet another set of marks on your body.
When your mouth got too dry for Bucky to fuck, he just spit into it and kept going.
When Jim was done with you, Bucky suddenly pulled out of your throat and yanked you up by your hair to meet his fiery gaze: “Look at me,” he demanded roughly, making you wince and blink up at those blue eyes with more hate in them than you thought possible.
Despite everything you'd already gone through, fear still tingled up your spine as Bucky stared down at you. After all, the others were just willing to hurt you, but Bucky was the only one that really wanted to.
The other men seemed to understand that their turn had ended and Bucky was going to take his whether any of you liked it or not, and so they quietly shuffled away to do god-knows-what and give Bucky some privacy while he…
Well, you weren’t sure what he was going to do. Presumably just whatever he wanted to do to you, and the look in his eyes as he spit on his hand to wet his cock further didn’t make you imagine it was going to be anything especially generous.
Your eyes drifted to his cock, though part of you wanted to avoid seeing it at all. He was probably the thickest of any of them, rivaled only by the enhanced size of Steve’s cock, and you remembered how much it had challenged you to fit him in your mouth. As he laid you on your back and found his place between your legs, you braced yourself for impact.
But first, he pushed your legs up into your chest— and then he slammed into you until you choked on a scream, the tip of his cock hitting right against your cervix which felt like getting punched in the stomach every time.
"You cryin', bitch?" Barnes taunted through his teeth; you were, and you hadn’t even noticed before. "Good. I want you to feel me inside you for weeks. I want you to never forget how it felt to have your cunt stretched out and claimed by a filthy American."
He leaned down to growl right in your ear as you did your best to turn away.
"I want you to never forget that you liked it."
It wouldn’t have hurt to hear if it wasn’t so painfully true. Still, you shook your head defiantly. He snarled and backhanded you, making you cry harder.
“Admit it. Say that you fucking love it.”
He hit you again, and again, until you finally gave in. “I love it!” you sobbed.
“Yeah, you love getting used, don’t you?”
You just nodded and cried louder, unfortunately realising that the other men could surely hear you even if they were standing off at quite a distance.
It went on like that for quite some time, obviously, with him not only ruining your body but demanding that you keep up his demeaning conversation all the way through— constantly forced to answer his sick questions or get spanked or slapped or choked or spit on. He pulled orgasm after orgasm from your spent body, watching enraptured every time you quivered and gasped, your inner muscles so exhausted that it hurt to come at this point.
Clearly, he liked that it hurt you. He laughed every time you cried, growled every time you whimpered, and never let a moment go by without letting you know how completely owned you were.
“There’s another one, have you lost count?” he whispered hoarsely. “I haven’t. Eleven. And that’s just from me. I bet I can make you come more than all of them did combined.”
When you were too spent to even stay wet, he spit on your pussy and pushed past your body’s resistance like it was nothing to him (which it was). When you were about to go numb inside, he pushed down on your stomach so you felt it stronger than ever; not to even mention when your clit started to lose sensation and he spanked it until it all came back.
“Is that thirteen?” he laughed as his thumb drew circles with your clit. “That dumb face you make is a dead giveaway. You’re starting to get used to it— being my personal fucktoy.”
He grabbed your jaw and forced you to look up at him.
“Look at my fucking face. I bet this is how you were looking at me when you had me strapped to that chair, thought you could do anything you wanted to me and it wouldn’t matter. I understand now why you liked it so much… but I think I’m having a lot more fun with this than you were. After all, that was just business, right? But this… this is personal.”
He moved his grip down to your neck and choked you out slowly, delighting in your struggle for air.
“You get to breathe when you come again,” he explained as his blue eyes got darker and darker with every thrust into you. “Stop trying to fight it and just accept that this is what you were meant for.”
Even with that threat, it shouldn’t have happened so quickly.
“Oh, fuck, there you go,” he laughed, “squeezin’ me good with that dirty fuckin’ hole a’yours…”
It must’ve been at least an hour, though your ability to keep track of time faded along with your ability to keep track of how many times you’d come against your will.
You almost passed out a couple times, but some slaps to your face and breasts and a quick, hard bite on your neck kept you awake and mostly-alert. “I want you to feel it when I come inside you,” he explained, fucking you fast and with less precision than before— because he didn’t want to make you come this time, he wanted to make himself come. After waiting this long, you thought you might want it more than he did.
When his cock started to pulse and flex within you, it was clear he was filling you just like he’d promised— and he buried himself as deep as possible with a groan through his teeth, looking down at where his cock split you open.
“Fuck,” he sighed under his breath, like all this time of exerting so much force on you was finally catching up with him; he looked a bit exhausted, but nothing compared to how you felt.
You winced when he pulled out slowly, every movement igniting a stinging soreness within you. He smirked slightly and pushed his softening cock back in one more time just to hear you whimper, before finally pulling back and staring down at the gush of come that followed him out.
Your extremities were tingling with pins and needles, your eyes were heavy with dark purple spots dancing over your vision— you could’ve easily fallen asleep right there on the ground if he hadn’t scooped you up into his arms. You didn’t fight it… you didn’t even think to.
Bucky carried your limp body like it weighed nothing, eventually setting you down by a tree (and doing so much more gingerly than you would’ve expected) before using the last few scraps of your clothes to bind you to it.
“You… you’re gonna leave me, to die,” you realised, thinking aloud though your voice was weak and quiet.
“Your friends’ll come find ya,” he shrugged, but tears filled your eyes despite having thought before that you had none left to cry. If only he knew how little comfort his words were.
He had no final parting words for you, and you saw the rest of the Commandos appear at the treeline, some stepping closer while others waited at the edge. Dugan and Jacques even took the time to spit on you one last time, like they weren’t confident that they’d done enough already.
Steve seemed the most concerned, wearing a fearful look on his face as he kept looking back and forth between you and the group of men starting to walk away— but he awkwardly joined them just a few moments later.
You bit your quivering lip and watched them get a few steps ahead, wishing you could save one last piece of your dignity but knowing that you wouldn’t. "Please don't leave me here!" you sobbed, finally breaking. Most of them kept walking, but Bucky and Jim stopped, turning to look back at you.
"They'll kill me!" you explained. "If they find me, and know what you did to me… they'll kill me for treason."
"Even though you put up a fight?" Jim asked, getting a glare from Bucky. "What?" he shrugged.
"Yes, it doesn't matter," you answered his question. "I have your seed in me… I'm a traitor now."
Jim scoffed. "Some 'comrades' they are, huh?"
Bucky pondered for a moment, letting out a slow sigh. "And what do you want us to do about that?"
"Take me with you," you begged. "I— I won't put up a fight this time, I'll do whatever you ask. I can even tell you what I know about other bases, HYDRA technology… just please don't let them kill me and tarnish my name."
"I think being the personal toy of the Howling Commandos won't be so good for your name either, Doc," Jim scoffed, turning to leave again.
“N-no, wait, I’ll do anything—” you blurted out, watching Bucky stalk closer and having no idea if he was going to free you or just knock you out to shut you up.
He did neither, kneeling down to examine your ankle. “Do you think you can walk on it?”
“I… can try,” you offered hesitantly, knowing it was a long shot but not wanting to be a burden when you needed them to save you.
With a frown, he leaned in closer and pulled out his knife, carefully slicing off the bindings around your wrists. “I expect you to make good on your end of the deal. No resisting, no talking back, and everything you know about HYDRA.”
“O-of course,” you promised.
He smiled a little, and much less predatory than you’d seen before. “I didn’t expect you to turn on them so fast.”
“I don’t have much of a choice,” you explained quietly, blinking away tears. You hadn’t even had a choice to start working for them in the first place, actually. You couldn’t think of the last time you really had a choice.
Bucky sighed and cut the last of your ties, freeing you and hoisting up your weak body. He slung you over his shoulder as you yelped a little, silently wishing you could walk on your own— just when you thought you’d had every dignity lost, he managed to find and take another shred.
“I knew you were gonna keep her all for yourself, Barnes,” James laughed as he rejoined the group.
“I can share,” Bucky shrugged (you wished he wouldn’t do that while you were on his shoulder).
“Good, because I think hearing you make her scream like that for the past hour got us all a little worked up,” Dugan admitted. “I know Steve wants another go.”
“How do you know that?” Steve scoffed.
“It’s all over your face, loverboy,” Gabe chimed in. “As long as you don’t mind that she has a favorite.”
“Barnes? No way— he may have made her scream but I made her squirt. That has to count for something,” Jim defended.
“Squirting once is one thing, coming over a dozen times is another,” Bucky added coyly.
“A dozen? You have too much time on your hands, Barnes,” Jacques scoffed.
“I can do better than that if I have an hour to kill and drink some coffee first,” Dugan challenged. “You young boys have no idea what you’re doin’.”
“You wanna try to break my record, be my guest,” Barnes offered playfully, and though you couldn’t see any of them, you swore you could feel the heat of their stares all over you.
Maybe you should’ve just taken your chances with HYDRA...
