Cap Captured A heavy steel cover slides aside, revealing a narrow ventilation shaft. From the dark shadows within, a pale red-haired head pops out and looks around, intent eyes looking about. "This is it," she whispers, then slides out. Black Widow rolls up into a crouch, pistol and knife held ready, while Captain America pulls himself out behind her, with grace and agility only a supersoldier could perform. The two Avengers are in a dark corner of a large underground hangar: the far side is lit by bright lights; Black Widow points that way. "There she is," Black Widow says. "Yvonne Stryker." Cap follows her pointing finger to a tall thinly-built woman with a pale thick-jawed face set with narrow blue eyes beneath thin eyebrows framed by thick, straight hair the color of rope lemons, hanging down almost to her waist in a loose ponytail. She wears a tight tank top and jungle fatigues, baring her belly, and displaying the thick muscles on her torso and arms. She moves about the hangar with absolute certainty, every step and motion tightly controlled, like some unstoppable machine. She snaps orders to women in military gear who hurry about, hustling large crates across the hangar floor. Yvonne gestures to two women hauling a crate and snaps an order. They stop and hurry over to her. She snaps another order, and they bend over the crate, the Hydra symbol clear on their uniforms. The top of the crate comes off, and a muffled cry rises. Yvonne waves her soldiers away; they back off, then she grasps the edge of the crate and leans over, looking down into it with a wicked, gloating smile. She reaches down into the crate, and grasps something. She draws back, raising her hand wrapped around a handful of black hair. The hair is attached to a pretty round face, eyes strained and red with tears. A big red ballgag fills her mouth, and she looks up at Yvonne with a desperate pleading look. Yvonne laughs, and says something; even from across the hangar, the two Avengers can make out she is saying good-bye. Then she shoves the woman back down into the crate, and slams the top down. The two Hydra woman take the crate back, and Yvonne turns away. Black Widow reaches out and puts a hand on Cap's arm as he stirs. "We go after her," she says softly. "Take her out, and the whole organization goes down." Then Yvonne has walked out of the hangar, walking deeper into the underground base, and they start after her. Passing through a few doors, they stop, looking both ways. "Where did she go?" Cap whispers. "Split up," Black Widow says decisively. "We can cover more room that way." "Right." Cap turns one way as she goes the other. He hurries quietly through the darkened base, sneaking a quick look through every door as he goes. Then he catches a glimpse of long trailing blonde hair passing down a hall. "Widow," he says into his wrist com, running after her. "I've found her! Eastern Quadrant, heading down the Southwest corridor!" "On my way!" she calls back. Cap hurries around a corner and sees Yvonne turning away further down the corridor. He runs after her, skidding around the corner just in time to see a door slamming shut behind her. Raising her shield, he presses it to his shoulder and slams into the door, bursting it open. "Hello, Captain," Yvonne says, then raises a can and sprays it into his face. Cap gasps and coughs. He stumbles backward, wiping his face. He catches his footing, and shakes his head to clear it. He draws a breath, staring at Yvonne. She grins at him, seeming to ripple and bend. He shakes his head, but the corners of his vision are still unsteady. Yvonne leaps at him; Cap raises his shield, but it feels too heavy, it rises too slow; Yvonne slams into him with force, knocking him backward; Cap tries to dig in his heels, but his legs are too weak, and he falls onto his back, Yvonne landing atop of him and straddling his chest. She looks into his face with a smile, then raises a cloth and slaps it across his face. "Mhmph!" Cap grunts, smelling the chloroform soaked into the rag. He tries to hold his breath, but he'd already taken a breath of the potent drug. Desperately, Cap braces his body against the floor and thrusts out with his legs, trying to roll Yvonne off of him. Even with his limbs rubbery and weak, his superhuman body responds with great power: He shoves Yvonne over onto her back, rolling on top of her, but she keeps the cloth pressed to his face through the whole thing, keeping one arm hooked around his neck to prevent him from pulling away. As he rolls on top of her, Yvonne wraps her legs around his waist, then suddenly kicks out, forcing him over, and she rolls back on top of him. She grins down at him, thrusting hard with her hands on the cloth to hold it there, spreading her legs wide to keep him pinned beneath her and prevent any more rolling. His face turning red from lack of oxygen, Cap tries to raise his shield, but it is caught beneath Yvonne's knee, and he can barely shift it. He raises his right hand, his arm shaking. He grabs at Yvonne's wrist, his fingers digging into her muscle with desperate strength. But though Yvonne's face goes pale, her eyes narrowed with pain, she doesn't relinquish her hold on him. Choking, shuddering, his lungs burning, Cap takes a deep breath of drugged air and his vision immediately goes darker, narrowing to a tunnel filled by Yvonne's grinning face. His hand goes limp and falls, and then the tunnel closes. Yvonne keeps the cloth pressed over Cap's mouth and nose for a minute longer, to be sure he wasn't faking it, then she heaves a sigh of relief, and pushes herself to her feet. Standing, she looks down at him, then activates her comm. "This is Stryker. I've captured Captain America; get a team here at once, and search the base - there must be more Avengers around here somewhere!" She looks down at Cap's body lying prone beneath her. "Not such a tough guy now, are you, are you?" she asks teasingly. "Getting beat by a girl?" She laughs mockingly, and smiles, looking forward to the immediate future. Cap wakes with a start, his body jerking, thick muscles working uselessly. Yvonne jumps back in surprise; she knew that Cap's superhuman body would recover quickly from the drugs, but still, she was caught by surprise by the timing of his recovery. Unfortunately for Cap, he woke too late: he lies spread-eagled on a long table, arms and legs pulled wide apart and bound to the table legs. Muscles jump as he hauls on the ropes binding him, but they hold firm. His top torn away,thick muscles on his chest bunch as he strains, then he drops to lie still. A thick ballgag fills his mouth, the straps digging into the corners of his mouth; he glares up at Yvonne as she straightens up, regaining her composure, and walks back to the table with a gloating smile. "Well, Captain Amerika," she says, tracing a hand over his chest, her fingertips ghosting over his tanned skin. "I did not think it would be so easy to capture you!" she laughs mockingly. "But I thank you," she goes on. "With you in my hands, I will send you to my superior in Hydra - with this success I will be promoted high in the ranks, and my operation will expand across the country. Before that, of course," she adds, leaning over Cap, her full breasts pressed close to his face. "I will ask you about your friends, these Avengers." Reaching into a pocket of her fatigues and draws out a syringe. "A powerful truth serum - powerful enough even your superman body will be unable to resist it!" she says with a laugh. "But before that. . ." she lets her words trail off, setting the syringe down. she sets both her hands on Cap's chest, pressing into his muscled torso, she runs her hands over his every curve, tracing every line of muscle, despite Cap blushing a deep red of humiliation: he grunts angrily into his gag, shaking his head, jerking helplessly in his bonds. Yvonne laughs at his useless struggles. She pinches his nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, squeezing them hard. "Mhmmm!" Cap cries out through his gag, arching his back as far as he can, swinging his body desperately from side to side. Yvonne's smile grows. "Say, do these go all the way up to ten?" she asks mockingly, then twists. "MHMMMMMPHG!" Cap screams, struggling wildly, pain flaring in his body like he'd never felt before - perhaps he'd felt worse pain before, but never in this way. Yvonne twists his nipples the other way, watching, amused, as he screams and gasps. Finally, laying off his nipples, she runs a hand down his body, pressing into his taut belly, then slipping into his pants. Cap stares at her, wide-eyed as her questing fingers brush over his manhood. "Oooh, impressive!" she says, giving him an admiring smile. "It looks like all of you was improved!" She laughs at her own joke, stroking his cock with her fingers,against his will,his cock stirs under her attentions, shifting as blood flows hotter. "Too bad the rest of you didn't get the same kind of improvement!" Yvonne says, shooting Cap a mocking look as she pulls his manhood out; Cap closes his eyes with a despairing moan as Yvonne wraps her fingers around his thickening shaft, running her fingers up and down his impressive manhood. Moving, Yvonne walks to the narrow edge of the table, standing between Cap's feet. She leans down, lowering herself to the tabletop, her firm breasts pressing hard into the hardwood; she lowers her face to Cap's crotch, and stops, her soft red lips only a few inches from the tip of his cock. Glancing up his long body, she meets Cap's horrified gaze with another of her mocking smiles. Her soft lips part, and she blows a hot breath of air over the head of his cock; it twitches, responding to the strange treatment, then she lowers herself the last few inches, her lips parting wide, then closing gently around it. Sucking gently at the tip of his cock, Yvonne slips her right hand underneath her, pressing her hand to her right breast, she fondles herself, her strong fingers kneading and digging into her soft flesh while Cap's cock hardens in her mouth, pressing out as it grows. Her left hand, Yvonne slips down into her own pants, her firm fingers stroking across her slit while she lowers her lips over Cap's cock, slowly taking his whole length into her mouth. She moans softly, tracing her tongue over the length of his manhood while she runes her lips up and down his shaft, her voice growing softer as his cock swells, filling her mouth. She takes him into the back of her throat, the tip of his manhood pressing into her; moaning softly, Yvonne's fingers press into her clit even as she carefully takes him into her throat, with long practice ignoring her gag reflex, easily taking his entire length until her lips are wrapped around the base of his shaft. She squeezes her own breast, listening with wicked delight to Cap's gagged moans. She can feel her own pleasure rising as she pulls herself back, running her lips back up his cock until she once again holds the tip of his cock between her lips, tracing the tip of her tongue over it. Once more she takes him in her mouth, sliding her lips and tongue down his long shaft, taking him into her throat; Yvonne doesn't stop there, but strokes back up, then down again, bobbing her head up and down while Cap's moans rise, helpless and lost in a tide of forced pleasure. Yvonne strokes and pinches herself, her own pleasure rising as she feels him buck and jerk beneath her, his cock twitching, then exploding in her mouth, hot salty cum pouring over her tongue. She trembles and shudders as she cums hard, swallowing just as hard, sucking hard at the tip of his cock to draw out every last drop of his cum; she laps at his cock with her tongue, licking up every drop. Yvonne straightens up. Wiping her mouth, she smiles down at him. "I hope you enjoyed that!" she says. "It'll be the last pleasure you'll get for a while!" Yvonne reaches across Cap and grabs up the syringe once again; she sets it in her hand, then presses the tip to the inside of Cap's arm. She looks up to meet his wide eyes, and gives him a wide smile. Someone hammers on the door loudly. "Madame Stryker!" a soman calls from outside. "Ve haf captured ze ozer Avenger!" Yvonne freezes for an instant. "Come in!" she shouts, straightening up, laying the syringe back down on the table. "It looks like I'll get an even better promotion than I thought!' she says, shooting Cap a grin as the door opens. Four of Yvonne';s henchwomen march in, Black Widow in their midst, her hands resting on her head. They stop, and her eyes widen in surprise, raking in Cap's situation. Her yees flash to Yvonne as the blonde Hydra commander walks toward her, still grinning widely. "So," she says, reaching out and grabbing Black Widow's breasts, pinching them through the tight material of Black Widow's bodysuit. "Two Avengers stupid enough to get caught? Thank you both so much for coming to my base!" Black Widow draws a sharp breath at Yvonne's touch, but otherwise says nothing. Reaching up, Yvonne grabs the Black Widow's zipper, and slides it down between her breasts and down to her belly. Grinning widely, Yvonne grabs the two halves of Black Widow's suit and spreads them wide. "So, how did you capture Black Widow?" she asks. The guard smiles. "She just valked up to us and surrendered!" Yvonne stares at her guard in shock, then turns to stare wide-eyed at Black Widow, who looks back with a smile. She slams her head forward into Yvonne's; the Hydra commander stumbles backward; before she can even shout, Black Widow darts a hand into her suit and pulls out a small bomb; she throws it to the floor at her feet, and a cloud of thick smoke fills the room; Cap watches her turn, arms and legs lashing out at the guards, then the smoke thickens, hiding everything from sight. he pulls hopelessly at his bondage, but he knows it's usless; he stares blindly into the swirling smoke, hearing grunts and cries and blows, then silence. A tall shadow looms out of the smoke, gradually resolving into Black Widow; she drags Yvonne behind her by the hair. Walking up to the table, she drops Yvonne ungently to the floor. "Well," she says, looking down at Cap, her hands on her hips. "All ready for me?" Cap glarees up at her and gurgles through his gag. Chuckling deep in her throat, Black Widow starts cutting the ropes binding him. A long time later, Captain America walks through Avengers HQ, in casual clothes. He walks up to a particular door. He raises his hand to knock, but hesitates. Steeling himself, he raps his knuckles on the door. A moment later, the door opens, Blakc Widow, Natasha Romanoff, standing inside, a towel wrapped around her. "Yes?" "Oh, am I interrupting?" Cap says. Natasha shrugs. "I was just about to take a shower. What's up?" "I just-" Cap hesitates briefly, then goes on. "I just wanted to say thank you for saving me. I should have said it before," he allows. "But I was embarrassed, and focused on the mission." Natasha looks up at him, and slowly, she smiles. "It is no problem," she says. "I have been in that situation before." Cap nods, and starts to turn away, but Natasha reaches out and grabs his arm. "I have a btter way for you to thank me," she says huskily, pulling him against her, her breasts pressing into his broad chest. She reaches up and presses her lips to his. Cap stiffens in surprise, but she wraps her arms around him, holding him still, and he returns the kiss. She darts backward, pulling him with her into her apartment; reaching around him with one foot, she kicks the door shut behind him. She breaks it off, then turns away. She walks into her bathroom, with a decided sway of her hips. Inside, one hand on the shower, she glances over her shoulder at him, and her towel falls away, revealing every inch of her perfect pale skin. She smiles, waggling a finger invitingly. Cap grins, and pulls his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside as he follows her. Kicking off his pants, at the door, he walks in, stripping away his underpants, baring his taut muscular body. Natasha steps into the shower and turns it on: hot water and steam pour out, droplets pouring down her naked skin as she turns to face him, her hungry eyes drinking in his hard muscular form. Cap steps into the shower with her, and their naked skin brushes against each other as they are downs in the hot steamy water. Cap reaches for Natasha, and she presses close; the hold each other, kissing once more. It is Cap's turn to break it off. Still holding Natasha, he crouches down before her, his face level with her pussy, and kisses her there. Natasha moans softly as he slides his tongue into her, lapping at her pussy, sucking hard on her clit while the hot water cascades over her naked skin. Natasha reaches down, her breath coming fast, and she grasps Cap by the shoulders. "Now, me!" she gasps, her breasts heaving. Pulling him to his feet, she crouches down before him; his manhood, erect and hardening before her. She smiles, then parts her soft red lips and leans toward him, wrapping her lips around his cock. Cap moans as she licks his head, then slides her lips farther up his shaft, taking him deeper into her mouth. He reaches out and grabs the wall for support as Natasha sucks hard on him, lips and tongue tracing every vein of his manhood. She stops, while he is hard and swollen, and Cap grabs her, pulling her up to her feet. Roughly, savage with desire, he shoves her hard against the wall and presses into her from behind; Natasha gasps as he enters her, his thick cock sliding through the soft folds of her pussy; he grabs her by the shoulders, shoving her into the wall as he slides hismelf in deeper. He pulls himself back, then thrusts into her; they both grunt as she takes him deep, pumping in and out. Suddenly, Cpa sweeps natasha up in his arms; she screams with laughter aas he bears her out of the shower, still impaled, his cock still buried deep in her. They stumble out of her bathroom and across into her bedroom; Natasha turns about, wrapping her legs around Cap, still together, and she tosses him down onto the bed. Cap falls backward onto the bed, Natasha atop of him. "Oof!" he grunts as they land, then he looks up at her with a grin. She grins back, her hands on his shoulders, her hair hanging down over her face. Slowly at first, she starts to move, rising and dropping onto his upright shaft, driving herself down, impaling herself on his manhood before raising herself off of him, then driving herself down again. They both moan and gasp, shuddering as pleasure rushes through them, rising, filling them to their flushed cheeks, then they both shout as they climax, cumming together. Natasha throws her head back, her lips parted in a aloud cry of pleasure while Cap shudders beneath her, his body jerking as he cums, pouring his hot seed into her. Spent, they pull close together, warm satisfied bodies pressed close together for warmth and comfort, locked together in a tiny bubble of contentment. Yvonne Stryker sits behind bars in a tiny cell. Outside, Agent Maria Hill turns away. Once her back is turned, Yvonne raises her head, glancing sidelong after Maria with an evil grin. Walking through the darkened parking lot, Maria pulls her phone out and dials a number. "'Widow?" she says. "Hill. Are we still on for tonight?. . . Good, I've got some files on Hydra I'd like to go through with you." Across the parking lot, a van lies still, but from within it, hostile eyes follow Maria as she walks across the lot. ". . .Okay, bye," Maria says, then hangs up as she reaches her car. Slipping her phone into her pocket, she opens the door and slips into the driver's seat. "Hello, Maria." Maria freezes, then looks into the rearview mirror to see a black-clad woman in the back seat. She grabs into her jacket for her gun, but the woman reaches around Maria's chair to slap a hand across her mouth. "Mhmph!" Maria cries out, wide-eyed as the woman brings a tazer down on her. Maria shudders, screaming through her handgag, then falls limply in her attacker's grip. Outside, the van roars to life, then screeches to a halt by Maria's car: several black-clad women leap out: they grab Maria and hustle her into the van; laying her unconscious body on the floor of the van, they get to work: one of the Hydra agents slips her mask off, then pulls her black shirt off, revealing her plain brown bra. While she does that, her compatriots have torn away Maria's uniform shirt, baring her own breasts held by her simple bra. Tugging her boots away, efficient hands open up her pants and pull them down, carefully placing her taken clothes where they won't get dirty: Maria lies full-length in the van's dim light, her pale skin shining as she lies still. The apparent leader of the Hydra agents grabs Maria's shirt and passes it up to the agent who has now stripped down to her own bra and panties: like Maria, she has pale skin that shines dully in the dim light, and her sharp features are like Maria's, but she is shaved completely bald. The leader looks at Maria's breasts, held in her own bra, and then whispers something to the half-stripped agent. She nods, then grabs a pair of falsies and slips them into her own bra before taking Maria's shirt and slipping it on. She quickly buttons it up, and straightens up, throwing her shoulders back, giving a fair approximation of Agent Hill from the neck to the waist. She takes Maria's pants next and pulls them on, adjusting the belt to fit, then pulls Maria's stolen boots on. She stamps her feet to find a proper fit, then reaches into a plastic bag and draws out a short dark wig; another Hydra agent quickly applies an adhesive to her smooth skin, and carefully arranges the wig on her head. "Good luck, Agent Hill!" the leader says with a smirk. 'Agent Hill' gives her superior a salute, then jumps out of the van; the door slams shut, and the van rolls away into the darkness, vanishing as if it was never there. 'Agent Hill' clambers into the real Maria's car, slipping in behind the wheel, and drives it away to 'her' meeting with Black Widow. As the van winds its way quickly out of the parking lot, the Hydra agents turn their attention back to Maria. They turn her over onto her belly, squishing her breasts beneath her, then grab her arms and pull them together behind her. Maria moans softly in her sleep as they wrap a thick ziptie around her wrists and pull it tight. She moans a little louder as a second ziptie goes around her elbows, forcing them together, jerking her shoulders back. More zipties go around her legs at ankles and knees and thighs, pulled tight until they dig into her soft skin; Maria is stirring as the Hydra agents roll her over onto her back and her bound arms; her breasts are forced out by the painful tie her arms are in, almost popping out of her modest bra. The leader crouches over Maria, a large red ballgag in hand. She smiles wickedly as she forces it into Maria's mouth, her jaw creaking with strain until the huge ball pops behind her teeth; even so, her face is visibly strained; the Hydra agent pulls the straps behind her head and buckles them tightly together as Maria stirs and opens her eyes. "MHMPH!" she screams in alarm. The Hydra leader chuckles. "Nighty-night, Maria!" Another Hydra agent passes her a cloth, and she presses it over Maria's nose and gagged mouth. "Mhmm!" Maria moans faintly, struggling helplessly in her tight bonds, but even the Hydra leader presses down on the cloth, holding it immovably against her face; Maria tries to turn her face away, struggling not to breathe, but she can still smell the sickly-sweet smell of chloroform soaked in the cloth. She bucks and squirms, her near-naked body wriggling helplessly under her captor's weight, fighting with all her desperate strength for even a moment's reprieve, but already her struggles are slowing, her muffled moans growing softer. Her eyes flutter as she struggles to keep them open, then her vision goes dark, and she collapses limply to the floor of the van. Maria wakes with a start and a scream of pain: her arms ache, her shoulders are on fire, but her breasts are raging pain! She raises her head: she lies on her back, her arms beneath her. She sees heavy nipple clamps attached to her breasts, a light chain stretching up from them to the ceiling far overhead. Looking desperately around, Maria's eyes widen in terror, seeing a clock close by, wires stretching from its case to gray blocks of C4. "Mhmm!" Maria screams, but her bonds are unforgiving, and the clamps hold her immovably in place. She watches, wide-eyed with fear as the clock ticks down. . . The bar is dim and smoky, one of those places caught in another time with ancient solid wood furnishings so weathered they could take a cannon blast. Black Widow, Natasha, dressed in a dark pantsuit sits in a darkened booth in the back, waiting. A man comes to her table, a glass held on a tray balanced on his hand. "Here you go, ma'am," he says, setting it down before her. "A gift from your friend." Looking past him, she see Maria Hill seated at the bar, giving her an over-the-shoulder glance. Grinning, Black Widow takes the glass and raises it in a salute. Maria returns it, and Black Widow tips the glass back, taking a deep drink. The second the drink touches her lips, she knows something is wrong, but it is too late. Muscles quiver as the superfast-acting drug takes effect: Natasha drops the cup down to the table and slumps in her seat, her lips moving soundlessly as she struggles to say something, arms and legs quivering as she t4ries to make them move. The false Maria counts out a few bills at the bar, thinks for a moment, then adds a few more. Rising to her feet, she leisurely walks across the bar room to Natasha's table. "Hello, Black Widow," she says with a smile. "Looks like you've had a little too much to drink; let's get you out of here!' Black Widow grunts unintelligibly as the Hydra agent grabs her by hand and pulls her up, wrapping the other arm around her, she turns and pulls Black Widow with her to the door; to anyone else, it must have looked like she was helping a drunk friend out and taking her home. But Natasha trembles as she desperately tries to make her legs move, to scream for help. But two tears gleam in the corners of her eyes as her head lolls on her shoulder as the Hydra Agent takes her out the front door. Maria's car is parked there: the false Maria slips Natasha into the passenger seat, then gets behind the wheel. "Before we go anywhere. . ." she says, drawing a syringe from a pocket. She jabs it into Natasha's arm. Natasha can feel her muscles seizing up as the drug courses through her system, immobilizing her even further. Th Hydra agent buckles her in, then starts the car up and pulls out. Parked in a dark quiet corner of nowhere, the imposter lays Natasha down on a tarpaulin spread out on the ground. Crouching beside her, the imposter pulls Natasha's jacket off, then tears open her blouse, sending buttons flying. Natasha's firm breasts stand out, barely held in by her plain white bra. The Hydra agent shakes her head chidingly. "Come on, 'Widow," she says, grabbing her captive's breasts and squeezing them. "Even you could do better!" Tears spill from Natasha's eyes as her captor molests her, kneading her breasts through the thin material. The Hydra agent laughs mockingly. "Aw, are you a crybaby?" she says. "I'll give you something to cry about!" she says savagely, and tears the bra away. Natasha's nipples harden in the cold air, and the imposter draws a long knife; the edge shines wickedly in the dim light as she lowers it to Natasha. She makes two lightning cuts, then sits back with a grin. Slowly, Natasha's pants fall away from her, leaving her lying on her back in nothing but her plain white panties, knee-high white socks, and dark shoes. The Hydra agent laughs at the look in her eyes. "Your night is just beginning!" she promises, grabbing Black Widow's right breast with one hands, slipping the other beneath beneath her panties. "What a slut!" she laughs, tearing the panties away, baring Natasha's shaved pussy to the cold air. She turns Natasha over onto her belly, squishing her breasts beneath her; taking Natasha's hands, the Hydra agent cuffs them together behind her back, chains clinking as Natasha breathes, her staring fearful eyes the only part of her she can move. The Hydra agent wraps another set of cuffs around her ankles. "We won't be here too long," she says rubbing her hand back and forth over Natasha's pert ass. "Just long enough to have some fun!" she adds with a wicked grin. Cap leans back in his chair with a sigh, remote in hand: finally, he'll get to find out who shot J.R. His finger is on the button when his phone rings. He is still for a moment, frozen with indecision while the phone rings again. He heaves a sigh, a different kind of sigh this time, and sets his remote aside. "Yeah, hello?" he says, picking it up; glancing at the screen, he can tell it's a video call from Black Widow. But the screen is dark. "Hello, Captain America," a woman says. Cap's brows furrow. "Who is this?" he demands. "How did you get that phone?" "You should see what else we've got!" the woman says mockingly; the screen clears, and Cap can see Black Widow: she is stripped naked, bound to a chair, her legs spread wide and tied to the chair legs with dozens of zipties, the thin plastic bands digging into her pale skin. More zipties bind her arms behind her to the chair back, still others are wrapped around her body, binding her immovably in place. A huge ballgag fills her mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around the red rubber ball. Her pale blue eyes are wide with fear: a masked woman all in black stands behind her, arms wrapped around in front of her. One hand is wrapped around Black Widow's right breast, the other holds a knife to her soft skin. "We'll make a trade," the woman says. "Stryker for your bitch. Call back when you have her; you have one hour." Cap opens the door of the car as it comes to a halt, brakes squealing. He turns and opens the rear door; reaching in, he grabs Yvonne by the arm and jerks her out. She shoots him a wicked grin as he adjusts his grip into a harsh come-on and leads her away; the car pulls away, a SHIELD agent at the wheel. "You realize you vill loze?" Yvonne says, shooting Cap a sharp-eyed glance, still grinning. Cap ignores her completely except for his grip on her arm. Her hands cuffed together behind her back, she has no choice but to follow as he drags her down the sidewalk to an empty burned-out lot: half-fallen walls remain standing, blackened with soot, surrounding piles of blackened rubble. "Team in place," an agent reports, his voice clear through the earpiece in Cap's ear. "Site surrounded." Cap stands with Yvonne, hesitating for a moment, then takes her through the forlorn doorway, into the crumpled site. They edge their way past fallen bricks, cracked by the heat of the long-ago fire, warped metal, still covered with a black patina, stepping lightly over fallen, blackened beams. "Do you recognize this place?' Yvonne asks. Cap says nothing. Yvonne grins, and goes on. "This was a Hydra site, one of our central bases in America; you attacked the base, but it was destroyed by the fire, wiping out anything you could have gained from it!" Cap grunts, stepping over another fallen beam. He drags Yvonne into a wide-open space in the center of the site. "Okay," Yvonne says. "Now let me go!" Cap takes his hand off of her. Yvonne sighs, her lips twisted with anger. She turns her back to Cap and presses her cuffed hands out toward him. Stone-faced, Cap reaches into a pocket and takes out a key; he unlocks the cuffs and tucks them, with the key, into the same pocket. "There," he says. "Now order Black Widow's release." She turns to face him, rubbing her wrists. "Now, now; I have no intention of releasing Black Widow. Any more than you ever intended to let me go," she says, looking up at him with that same grin. Cap stirs uncertainly, his hands curling into fists by his sides. Yvonne chuckles, seeing that. "The important thing about this being a Hydra facility," she says. "Is that we know how to get in it without being seen!" Something rattles behind him: Cap whirls about, but too late: aa Hydra agent pops up, a spray can in her hand pressed toward Cap's face: she squeezes it, there is an audible 'hiss!' and a small cloud of green gas bursts right in Cap's face; he gasps, realizes an instant too late that was the exact wrong thing to do, then his body starts to feel heavy and he can barely stand on his feet anymore. "I told you, you vill loze." Yvonne chuckled and then slammed a hard punch into Cap's stomach that made him gasp for air. The henchwoman stepped forward to help overpower Cap however Yvonne brushed her off with a gesture of her hand. "Just you and me love." Yvonne chuckled and then connected a slap across his face that made his head snap to the side. "Come on Captain Rogers at least make this fun for me. You are supposed to be America's symbol of hope." Yvonne mocked him. Weakened by the green gass Cap tried to focus and swung a punch at Yvonne's laughing face. However the punch was unbalanced and weak and Yvonne easily caught his arm and forced him to his knees. "Never thought that it would be so easy to manhandle you ... and so much fun. The great Captain America brought to his knees by a woman." Yvonne chuckled. She then slid her arm around Captain America's neck in a tight sleeperhold, his neck trapped in the crook of her elbow while her other arm pressed down to further increase the choke. Captain America gasped as she relentlessly squeezed down on his neck. He tried to pull her arm away but in his weakened state he was unable to escape her hold. "Just give in Captain America. You are mine now." Yvonne whispered excitedly as she kept squeezing tightly on his neck. Cap kept struggling but the lack of blood to his brain caused his vision to blur. Soon his vision turned black and he passed out. Cap wakes with a start. "Mhpfg!" he grunts, his voice muffled by the thick wad of cloth now filling his mouth. He tries to move, to raise his hands, but thick ropes encircle his wrists, binding his hands together behind him; more ropes are wrapped across his chest and around his elbows, binding them together and to his torso. Cap tries to kick out, but his legs are also bound together with loops of rope around his ankles and knees. He looks down at himself, and flushes a deep red: Cap is stripped completely naked, tight strands of rope sinking into his muscle-bound body. "Mhm-mhmph!" Cap turns his head to see Black Widow beside him: she is bound like him, with many strands of tight rope wrapped around her, sinking into her naked skin, more rope wrapped around her breasts in a tight harness, forcing her breasts lewdly out. They lie bound in a large black crate; looking up out of it, Cap can see the interior of a cargo plane, bare metal walls arching overhead. Footsteps sound, and then Yvonne leans over the top of the crate, looming over them, looking down at her captives with a wicked grin. "Hello, my darlingks!" she says with a laugh. "Once again, I haf come out the victor!" Reaching down, she caresses Cap's chin. "Mhm!" he grunts, jerking his head away. Chuckling, she turns to Black Widow, laying her hand on Black Widow's breasts,. she gives it a squeeze. "Mhmm"! Black Widow whimpers, shaking her head. Yvonne laughs again. "After a very long flight," she promises them. "In the very worst conditions I could make on short notice, you will be turned over to my superiors in Hydra, and I will be back where I belong! On the road to greatness!" Laughing, she slams the top of the crate down on them, reveling in their desperate gagged cries. Somewhere in Germany. . . Yvonne strides confidently into her superior's office with a smile. Behind her, several Hydra grunts bear the large crate cointaining her capives between them. "Yvonne Stryker," the Hydra mistress says, rising to her feet from behind her desk with a smile. She and Yvonne exchange salutes. "I'm glad to see you free," she says solicitously. "Thank you, ma'am," Yvonne says. She waves to the crate that is being set down before the desk. Its contents are silent. "I've brought you a present!" Yvonne says. The Hydra mistress walks around the desk toward the crate; one of the grunts produces a prybar and places it in her mistress' reaching hand. The mistress turns her attentions to the crate, sliding the narrow end of the prybar between the crate's side and the top. Moving quickly and economically, she pries the top away, nails groaning as they are torn free; the top swings back, throwing light into the dark interior, and the mistress leans over the crate, looking down to inspect the contents. Captain America and Black Widow lie within, naked, still bound and gagged as they were when they began their long journey. They blink in the bright light, squinting, staring up at the form of hte mistress, outlined against the light. "Mhmmm. . ." Cap whimpers, staring up at her, realizing who she must be. "Mhm!" Natasha moans, tugging feebly at her bonds, her numb fingers wiggling uselessly. The hydra mistress smiles with satisfaction, then turns to Yvonne, who stands by proudly. "Good job!" the mistress congratulates her. "Very well done!" "Thank you, ma'am!" Yvonne says again. Mistress Hydra waves a negligent hand at Yvonne's hencjwomen. "Take them away," she says. "Prep thjem for interrogation." "Mhmm!" the captives moan as the Hydra henchwomen grab up the crate again, and bear them away. Yvonne's smile widens, watching them go, hearing them cry out in terror. She can practically taste the ifnal sweet bit of victory, the promotion that surely awaits her now. But the Mistress turns to her, and the Mistress' smile is gone; Yvonne quickly loses her as well. "Are you saatisfied, Mistress?" she asks. Behind her, the door opens again, and more Hydra henchwomen walk in. The Mistress stares at her subordinate flatly. "No," she says. "No, I am not. It was your responsibility to ensure that the operation went on without a hitch; instead, it was blown up by SHIELd, and you were taken prisoner!" She calms down with an effort, her eyes bopring into Uvonne's suddenly- anxious eyes. "As of now," she goes on. "We will be proceeding in a very different direction for thesex slave operation." As if some sigal were given, two Hydra agents grab Yvonne form behind. For an instant, she is too shocked to react. "What?!" she shrieks, kicking her legs, struggling, twisting about as the Hydra agents' hands close around her arms. "Hey! Let me go!" Calmly, unhurriedly, the Hydra mistress takes a small bottle from one of her henchwomen's hand, and a small foldedd cloth. Delicately, she opens the bottle, and chloroform fumes rise. Clamping the cloth over the open neck of the bottle, she upends it, soaking the cloth in chloroform."You'll now get to see how we handle things," she says, setting the bottle aside and approaching Yvonne, the cloth raised in her hand. "Since you will become a sex slave for Hydra!" "No!" Yvonne cries out ,struggling fruitlessly. "Pleas-Mhmph!" he cries end in a muffled grunt as the mistress slaps the cloth across her nose and mouth. "Mhm!" Yvonne moans, trying to shake her head, to throw the cloth off, but the mistress holds it poressed tightly against her face. Yvonne lashes out with her legs, kicking back at the agents holding her; one agent grunts with pain as Yvonne's kicks strikes home, but does not let up her grip on the disgraced Hydra leader's arm. Yvonne wriggles her body, tugging against the hands holding her, but to noavail; she can feel her limbs grow weaker, her vision dims, a black circle closing around the Hydrra mistress' smiling face. The mistress' free hand rises and grabs hold of Yvonne's breast; her eyes widen in shock over the cloth. "Mhmm. . ." she moans wuietly in protest, her voice weeakening as the fumes take hold. "Very nice," the mistress says, her smile widening as she kneads Yvonne's soft flesh; Yvonne's eyes tear up in despair as she helplessly endures the humiliating groping. The mistress lowers her hand down Yvonne's torso and rests it down between her legs, slipping her fingers down into Yvonne's pants, sliding her fingers over Yvonne's pussy. "You will make a wonderful sex slave!" she says, grinning, into Yvonne's face. Tears spill from Yvonne's eyes as the last of her strength leaves her ,and she falls limp in her captor's hands. Dimly, she can hear the snick! of a pair of scissors, and feel the cold metal slide over her skin; A shiver races across her naked skin as her clothes are pulled away, baring her breasts, her belly, then her pussy to the cool air and her former comrades' gaze. Their laughter echoes in her ears, then darkness closes over her eyes, and Yvonne is gone.