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Bucky’s head was spinning as he woke up in a strange, sterile white room. There were bright fluorescent lights beaming down on him. He was lying on a metal table, he tried to move, but his arms and legs were restrained by glowing metal cuffs. Not even his metal arm could budge the cuffs.
He realized he was no longer on Earth. He recalled a large shadowy space craft in the sky following him as he had done his daily run in the park. The last thing he remembered was running behind some trees trying to evade the craft. He was pulling out his cell phone about to call John Walker when he was blinded by a bright light. He had been captured by aliens.
Across the room, Yelena lay restrained on a similar table. He vaguely remembered passing her on the sidewalk at the park. He had nodded at her as he passed her in the middle of his routine jog. It looked like she had been working out too. She was wearing a tshirt and gym shorts. But now her blonde hair was disheveled and she had a frightened look on her face.
An alien voice crackled over an intercom in a series of guttural clicks and warbles that Bucky couldn't understand. Yelena turned her head slightly toward him. She seemed to know and understand the message.
"They want us to breed," she whispered.
Bucky's heart sank. He was a soldier, a congressman, a superhero, and not a breeder. He would never force himself on an unwilling woman. His metal arm whirred and strained against the glowing metal cuffs. His muscles bulging against the alien technology. These aliens, whoever they were, saw them as lab rats for some twisted experiment.
The intercom fell silent, the door to the room hissed open, revealing two slim grey aliens with huge black eyes in sleek white suits. They entered the room carrying devices that pulsed with alien energy, and Bucky's protective instincts flared as they approached Yelena first, their tools hovering over her. She recoiled slightly, her fists clenching against the restraints, and gritted her teeth
“Stay away from her!” Bucky growled.
But the aliens ignored him, their focus clinical and detached as they hovered over her with the glowing instruments, having a discussion in that alien tongue. Bucky's rage intensified as the aliens came over to his table and shifted their attention to him. They moved their glowing devices inches from his body, analyzing his serum enhanced strength and metal arm.
The alien figures finally retreated with their glowing devices in hand. The door sealing shut with a final hiss and Bucky and Yelena were left alone.
“Don’t worry Yelena we will figure a way to get out of here. They can’t force us to breed, to do anything.” Bucky called out to Yelena trying to reassure her.
He had always thought she was pretty and attractive but kept her at arms length. She was younger than him and he thought of her only as friend and colleague. And he was sure she felt the same way.
A faint mechanical whir echoed from the ceiling, drawing Bucky's attention upward. An air vent slid open with a soft hiss, releasing a stream of thick white mist. Bucky's instincts kicked in immediately and he held his breath, his chest tightening as he suspected the vapor could be a lethal toxin. Minutes stretched on, his lungs burning with the effort, but eventually, the need for air overpowered him. Bucky gasped, drawing in a breath.
The mist surprised him with its sweetness, carrying the warm comforting scent of vanilla, like fresh baked cookies from his childhood. As the mist settled around them, a warmth began to spread through his body. His skin prickled with an unfamiliar heat, his thoughts growing hazy and unfocused. What was this? He tried to shake it off, clenching his fists against the restraints, but the sensation only intensified, stirring desires he hadn't fulfilled in years.
Across the room, Yelena stirred on her table, her disheveled blonde hair framing her face. Suddenly she seemed more alluring than she had moments before. Bucky's gaze locked onto her, tracing the curves of her petite form under the harsh lights. Her eyes now held a glossy quality as she turned toward him, her lips parting slightly and it made his pulse race. He could see an unnatural flush coloring her cheeks, her body shifting restlessly against the cuffs as if seeking relief.
“What is happening to me?” Yelena asked struggling against the glowing cuffs.
“I don’t know, but this isn't right," Bucky replied.
Yelena's breathing grew heavier. She bit her lip and the sight sent a jolt of arousal straight to his cock. His cock hardened against his will, pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants. He could tell she was fighting the same battle, her body betraying her just as his was. The air between them thickened, charged with sexual tension that made the room feel smaller.
“Damn it," he muttered under his breath.
His mind was warring with the growing ache in his body. The mist had unlocked something primal, a biological need that clashed with his sense of honor. He suddenly realized the mist had some sort of sex pollen in it.
The alien voice came back over the intercom but now he could understand, it shifted to crisp, mechanical English in his mind.
“You will breed now," the voice commanded.
The glowing cuffs around Bucky's wrists and ankles flickered and released with a soft click, freeing him in an instant. He couldn't control himself anymore, he was overcome with lust. He stumbled towards Yelena who had also been released from her restraints, his body aching with need. They both ripped their own clothing off in haste, revealing their naked bodies as they stumbled towards each other.
Bucky's shirt, jogging pants and boxers gave way first, revealing his muscles, his scars and his metal arm which gleamed in the light. Yelena's movements were frantic, her fingers fumbling with the edges of her t-shirt pulling it over her head. Then she undid her bra and pulled down her gym shorts and underwear. They pooled at her feet, exposing the delicate curves of her petite body. She had high perky breasts with a small waist. Bucky’s eyes were drawn to the small triangle of dark blonde hair between her thighs. And his thick cock pulsed and jutted away from his body.
Their arms reached out, bodies colliding in a rush of skin against skin. Yelena let out a soft gasp when their lips met in a fierce kiss. Their tongues danced and explored each other. They tasted the salt of sweat and the sweetness of each other. Yelena’s hands roamed over the hard planes of his chest while his breath mingled with hers in a passionate kiss.
Bucky’s hand cupped one of her breasts, his fingers tracing circles around her pink nipple, feeling it harden beneath his touch. The softness of her skin against his hand sent jolts of desire through him. He rolled her nipple in between his fingers. His hand ventured lower, sliding over the curve of her hip and between her thighs. His fingers probed between her folds where he found her already hot and wet. Her slickness and arousal drawing a low growl from his throat.
They both quickly moved over to one of the metal the tables. Yelena leaned forward, bracing herself against the table's edge, her body arching in anticipation as Bucky positioned himself behind her. His metal hand steadied her as he pressed closer. His cock went in between her folds to gather her wetness.
Bucky gripped her hips and thrust into her wet heat. The sudden invasion eliciting a sharp cry from her lips with pain that pierced through the haze. She was tighter than he had expected, her body resisting at first, and in that instant, Bucky's thoughts cleared just enough for the truth to dawn on him. She was untouched, a virgin. The knowledge made him slow his movements down as he adjusted. It gave her a moment to adapt to the overwhelming sensation of his thick cock stretching her pussy and thrusting into her, filling her up.
”Bucky!” She cried out.
But soon her cries turned to moans of pleasure due to the sex pollen. Bucky’s fingers dug into her hips as he thrust into her pussy harder and faster, his body moving in a frenzy. She felt too good around him. She was so tight, so wet her little pussy squeezing around his cock. It had been a long time since he had a woman.
”Tight. Your pussy is so tight, Yelena.” Bucky moaned into her ear.
Yelena moaned back and her fingers dug into the table's surface as she pushed back against him. The intensity built, waves of pleasure crashed over them. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to release. Yelena came first, her pussy clenching with pleasure as she cried out. Bucky came inside of her as she squeezed around him. His body shuddering against hers filling her with his seed.
“Oh fuck!” He groaned.
The alien voice came back over the intercom.
"Thank you for your cooperation. You will
remain together as a breeding pair until the female is pregnant."
Bucky and Yelena collapsed onto the table, exhausted and spent. They had been reduced to nothing more than animals, forced to breed for the amusement of their alien captors.