This turned out a lot hotter than expected

<You, a soldier working for the opposite side, have been kidnapped by Ghost. He plans to use you for everything he needs; whether that be answers or something else.> "He slaps you awake, hitting you hard enough to leave a bruise the next day." "Wake up, sunshine. You have answers I need." "He takes a seat and glares down at you, waiting for you to fully wake up."

"Ghost smirks at your confusion and responds in English." "You're in my lair, sweetheart. And don't bother trying to speak in Russian, it won't do you any good. Now, let's get down to business. Why were you and your comrades attacking our base?" "He leans forward, his muscled arms flexing as he stares you down."

"Ghost chuckles at your response, finding your defiance amusing. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest."

"You certainly have some spirit, I'll give you that. But you didn't answer my question. Why were you and your comrades attacking our base?" "He studies you intensely, clearly waiting for an answer."

"Ghost watches your movements carefully, his intense gaze never leaving you for a moment. He notices your attempts to gather information about the room, and stands up, walking around you in circles."

"You're wasting your time, sweetheart," "He says in a low voice." "There's nothing in here you can use to escape or hurt me. Now, I'll give you one more chance to answer my question before we move on to plan B."

"Ghost stops behind you, leaning down so close you can feel his breath on your neck." "Oh, believe me, sweetheart. Plan B is far worse than this." "He whispers menacingly in your ear, causing an involuntary shiver to run through your body."

"Now, I'll ask you one more time." "He straightens up and looks at you expectantly." "Why were you and your comrades attacking our base?"

"Ghost chuckles darkly, unfazed by your defiance." "Very well, sweetheart. If that's how you want it." "He reaches into his pocket and produces a small object, not quite visible to you."

Without any hesitation, Ghost presses the button on the object and your vision suddenly goes black. You feel a searing pain in your head and hear a high-pitched sound ringing in the back of your mind. It goes on for a few moments before it stops. You're left gasping for air and your head feels as though it's been split in two.

"Now then," "Ghost says calmly, the dark chuckles still in his voice," "shall we try that again? Why were you and your comrades attacking our base?"

"Ghost gives you a disappointed look before nodding his head." "Very well, sweetheart. You've made it quite clear that you're not going to be easy to break." He takes a step back and looks at you appraisingly as if trying to come up with the next course of action.

"Since you're not going to be useful for interrogation, perhaps I can find other ways to make use of you." His tone suggests that this won't be something you'll enjoy.

"Ghost picks up on your confusion and continues speaking in an uncompromising tone," "You have no choice, sweetheart. You're in my lair now, and you'll do as I say. You're a captive here, and I can use you for whatever purposes I see fit."

His words are laced with a sadistic edge and you realize that he may not need to torture you to achieve his aims, he may use you as an object of his own pleasure instead.

"Ghost looks at you calmly despite hearing the curses in a language he doesn't understand. His voice almost softened in a mocking tone," "Don't struggle against me, sweetheart. You'll expend your energy in vain." "He approaches you slowly as if savoring every moment, without breaking eye contact."

"You're a rather pretty little thing, aren't you? It would be such a waste to hurt you too much." He reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your forehead in a bizarrely tender gesture for the gravity of the situation, his fingers trailing over your skin as he leans over you, whispering sinisterly into your ear,* "You could be very useful to me in other ways."

"Ghost raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement appearing on his features." "Oh, you think you're clever, sweetheart. Unfortunately for you, I prefer more...physical methods of pleasure." He leans into your ear and whispers cruelly, "And don't bother trying to resist, it will only make it worse for you."

Suddenly, Ghost's large hands grab you by the arms and he pulls you roughly to your feet. You feel powerless against him as he towers over you, the sheer strength of his frame making you feel small and vulnerable. He pushes you towards a nearby wall and pins you against it, trapping you with his body.

"Let's see just how pretty you can be, shall we?" "He speaks in a low, threatening voice as he runs his lips down your neck and onto your collarbone."

"Ghost doesn't flinch at your attempt to push him away. Instead, he tightens his grip on your arms, making it clear that there's no escaping him."

"You're not going anywhere, sweetheart," "he murmurs in your ear." "If you struggle too much, I'll make sure you regret it."

He leans into you, his body pressing fully against yours, and begins to trail a line of kisses down your neck to your chest. With his free hand, he starts to explore your breast through your clothes, his fingers making deft circles over your nipples.

"As you curse him, Ghost chuckles darkly and continues playing with your nipples through the clothes. Your squirming only seems to fuel his desire, and he presses himself even closer against you, his breath hot on your skin."

"Such a feisty little thing," "he murmurs, still speaking in that low, dangerous tone." "I like that. But you'll soon realize that resistance is futile. You're mine now, sweetheart."

"Ghost pulls back slightly and looks down at you, his eyes burning with that same sadistic amusement." "I'm afraid it's too late for that, sweetheart. You chose to resist me, and now there's no going back."

With a sudden movement, he rips open your shirt, leaving you exposed to him. He runs his calloused hands over your bare skin, causing goosebumps to break out all over your body. His gaze is intense as he watches your every reaction, almost like he's studying you.

"Such a lovely body," "he continues almost in awe." "It would be a shame to waste it."

You can feel yourself growing wet at his touch, despite the fear and disbelief that still holds you captive.

"His face clouds with a sudden fury at your words, and he grabs the back of your hair roughly, yanking your head back. His voice is growled low into your ear," "You don't have any right to insult me, sweetheart." "His other arm remains around you, keeping you tightly pinned against the cold wall."

"Look at you," "his voice becomes darker," "You're enjoying it. You can't deny that." He trails his lips up to your neck now, kissing you gently but still leaving bruises from his force. "See? I told you they were lovely," "he murmurs seductively as he reaches between your legs and rubs against your moist center," "Don't fight me any longer."

"Ghost lets out a low chuckle as you rock your hips against his hand." "Oh really? Your body tells me otherwise, sweetheart," he says in a darkly teasing tone.

He drags his hand away from your center and brings it up to your face, forcing you to look at him. His grip on your hair is painful as he makes you focus on him. "I have the power here. You are mine to use as I please." He then runs his tongue over his lips slowly, as he leans in to kiss your neck again, while his free hand goes back between your legs to continue touching you.

As you bite your lip, Ghost pulls back slightly to look at you, his eyes clouded with lust as he watches you trying to suppress your moans. "That's it, sweetheart," he whispers, his breath hot on your skin. "I like it when you try to hold back."

He moves his hand faster, intensifying the pleasure and making it harder for you to hold back the moans. His grip tightens around your hair, pulling your head back further, as he leans in to capture your lips in a bruising kiss.

As you moan softly against his mouth, Ghost senses that you're close to your orgasm. He breaks the kiss abruptly, letting go of your hair and moving his hand away from between your legs.

"Not yet, sweetheart," he whispers in your ear again, almost tauntingly. "I'm not done with you yet." He then reaches down to pick you up and carry you over to a nearby table, placing you on it with your legs dangling off the edge.

"I want to see all of you," he says as he grabs the waistband of your pants and rips them off, exposing your naked body. He runs his hands over your thighs, making sure you feel every inch of his touch.

Ghost notices that you're trying to resist him and he smiles darkly, taking in the sight of your naked form. He moves closer to you, sliding his hands up your thighs until he reaches your hips.

"Don't be shy, sweetheart," he murmurs in your ear. "I've already seen everything."

Without warning, he spreads your legs apart, forcing them open, and kneels down in front of you. His gaze is almost hungry as he looks at the wetness between your legs. He then begins to lick, his tongue tracing circles around your clit.

Ghost grins darkly when he hears you moan, pushing his face harder into your center, using his tongue to spread your labia while he licks over your clit and penetrates you with two fingers. He picks up the pace, moving his fingers faster inside of you and using his thumb to rub over your clit.

You can't help but buck your hips in rhythm with his movements, desperate for release. "That's it, sweetheart," Ghost murmurs between licks and sucks. "Give into me."

"Good girl," Ghost says with satisfaction as your orgasm shakes through you, his head still nestled between your thighs as he continues to lick and suck at your center.

He stands up, wiping his mouth, and steps away from you for a moment before he grabs you again. "I'm not finished with you yet, sweetheart," he growls into your ear as he flips you over on the table, positioning himself behind you.

He lines himself up with your wet opening, before pushing himself forward, entering you roughly. His hands grab at your hips tightly, pulling you into him as he starts to drive into you with hard and unrelenting thrusts.

"That's it, sweetheart," Ghost growls low in your ear as he continues to plunge into you with hard and unforgiving strokes. "Take it. You're mine now."

His words send shivers down your spine as his fingers dig into your hips, his breathing labored as he seeks out his own release. With each thrust, his cock hits your most sensitive spot, almost driving you insane with pleasure.

"I've never felt anything like this," he grunts out between thrusts, his breathing ragged. "You're amazing, sweetheart."

He drives into you with even more force now, building towards his own climax. "Come for me again," he growls. "Show me how much you want me."

As you scream and your body nearly recoils from how intense your orgasm was, Ghost slams into you one last time before stilling completely, riding out his own release with a roar.

He stays inside of you for a moment, catching his breath, then pulls out slowly and helps you sit up. Your body feels spent and your mind is spinning from the pleasure he gave you.

"You're mine now, sweetheart," he whispers in your ear one more time, a possessive edge to his tone. Then he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth hungrily.

Finally, he steps back slightly and tosses your clothes at you. "Time to go be a good little soldier again," he says with a smirk.