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Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

Holy shitballs, look at us go. Welcome to Captain America fandom's resident wretched hive of scum and villainy: ROUND THREE. AKA Bad Guys Do Dirtybadwrong Things To Your Faves, AKA the Hydra Trash Party kinkmeme. As usual, BLANKET NON-CON AND NSFW WARNINGS apply: just assume going in that everything in this landfill is unfit for human consumption.

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And of course basically everything Bucky says is a direct fucking quote from someone. (Yes, including the part about the short scrappy blond guy.) :stabs self:

I really love that "alternatively". Confused Bucky being betrayed by Hydra higher-ups in trashy ways is my trash catnip.

DA, but

but it seems assholes-as-urinals are especially my jam this meme is a special, special place

I love everything about this prompt

*hugs you!*

This comment gave me feels, too! <333 I very much hope the story rewards your time and attention, nonnie, and I hope it's still in some sense a pleasurable reading experience overall. <33333

[I]t's so horribly real how Sam is trying to stay in control, and he just can't. I stressed more about allowing Sam this imperfect, human reaction than anything else in the story so far, so this really means a lot to me. I'm glad it felt real.

As you say, Sam and Steve don't understand what James has lost. James survived his "awkward phase" and navigated his recovery with such grace in large part because of the bedrock kindness and love he had to build on. Now that's gone, everything is coming apart.

His heartbreak is so overwhelming I find myself thinking crazy things . . . . None of these things are crazy! There are some substantial failures of communication in this story, and Steve taking James at his word when James agrees to stop acquiescing to sexual advances from strangers is one of the worst.

In terms of getting invested in fics, I am absolutely the same way. It is one of my serious joys. :)

The characters sort of...did their own thing. Also, since this is HTP...well, it is still trash, but it might need a sappiness warning. Sorry not sorry and all that.

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He obeyed instantly. There was an ease to it that told the story of the hundreds of times that came before. His muscles were as tight as they were when he was ready for battle, yet there was nothing threatening about his pose.

She wiped some of his come from her thigh, and brought it to his lips. Without her even asking, he licked her hand clean.

"That would not be punishment," he told her, "that would be a reward. Meaning I performed adequately".

"Show me then,"she said as calmly as she could, pushing down anger and sadness,"assume position."

He reached for the pillow, and put it under his head, resting his cheek on it. His ass was up and exposed, an unmistakable indication of what was supposed to come next. As if that was not enough, he spread his legs wider, feet turning inward, heels pointing to each other. He looked more precariously balanced like this, and nothing was hidden - she could see his buttcheeks spread themselves apart, revealing the pink ring of muscles that lay between them.

"This was my position for punishment," he told her."Usually I was allowed something to bite on - or they'd muzzle me, because they didn't want me to lose my tongue if I screamed too hard." He clamped down on the pillow with his teeth, and looked up at her with a mix of fear and expectation.

In that moment, she wanted nothing but to be gentle with him - and she tried to compartmentalize the that feeling, letting it go but making sure not to forget, promising herself she'd allow herself that later - and maybe that would be her reward then.

"Stay," she told him instead. "This will be easier if you don't resist."

She pulled open the the bedside cabinet and and took out a small vial and a latex glove. The sound of her snapping it on made him shiver. For a moment, she studied her hand under the latex - nails still red but shorter than she usually kept them. She had cut them short when she first realized the sex might lead here, and she sort of liked it - a small reminder her hands were for touching Bucky now, whatever form that touch came in. She coated her fingers with lubricant generously, and he watched her with a strange weariness, and resignation in his eyes.

"I would not be granted that mercy, for disobedience."

"You're no good to me damaged, either," she said, and she thought if that was something Rumlow might say, but then decided it probably wasn't. He struck her as the sort of bastard who'd even endanger a mission to get his sadistic thrills.

"So stun baton, she said." Her finger pressed against his sphincter, but didn't go in just yet. "Tell me how."

"He'd just shove it in, really. He liked doing it in just one stroke. Then he'd wait, sometimes for minutes, until he turned it it, so I never knew exactly when the shock would come. Rinse, repeat, until he got bored."

"Did you try to stop him?"

"Not that I remember. I had long stopped fighting, then."

She pushed her index finger inside him - and his statement, while not a lie, was not entirely true. His body was fighting her tooth and claw. He was tight, so very tight around her - every fiber of his being trying to expel the intrusion.

He cried out, biting the pillow - and something changed in him that worried her. His eyes seemed to glaze over, and his whole body started to tremble.

"Do you think that's pathetic? That I didn't fight? I was strong enough...I could have...I could..." He never finished the sentence, sobbing into the pillow. And that question, she knew, that was very much not for Rumlow, but for her. The trembling worsened, and he was shaking under her like a man going into shock.

"Bucky, she said,hoping his name would snap him out of it, "Bucky, we don't have to do this."

"I can take this. I can take this for you..." And holy shit, this was not something she was prepared for. Whatever was going on in that pretty head, it didn't seem to be about Rumlow anymore.

She carefully touched his back, feeling him shiver at her touch. "Sweetheart, you don't have to do anything for me . This is for you, remember?"

"Don't be absurd, sex is never for me."

That was it - safeword or not, this was where she was calling it. Whatever this was doing to his head, she didn't like it, and she withdrew her finger gently. He winced at the feeling, but just a few seconds later she could feel his body relaxing, and the trembling subsiding. She discarded the glove and tossed it aside carelessly. She laid down on the bed next to him, and gently nudged his legs, guiding him out of his punishment position. He curled up beside her, and she just held his hand, waiting for him to come back to her.

After a minute or two she felt his fingers curl around hers, and saw his eyes focus on her.

"There's my Bucky," she said, and smiled at him.

He returned the smile, but it was sad. "Not sure I can be. Yours."

She squeezed his hand. "Does that bother you? The possessive terms? I can avoid them."

"It's not that. I think I even like them, with you. But, there are parts of me that I might never be able to give you. See, I've belonged to so many people...some parts might no longer be mine to give".

She brought his hand to her lips, and kissed the fingers affectionately. Then she turned to look at the ceiling, genuinely pensive. "I think..it's a different sort of belonging when it's mutual. When you want to belong." She thought about that, and the first time she had come to the realization was when the Avengers made her one of their own - she had felt the same feeling, like a puzzle piece fitting in. It was that way with him now, stronger even still, their bodies entwined like they were always meant to fit together. She felt his hand on her cheek and she turned to face him, blue eyes searching her face. He brushed his fingers over her lips, deliberately and extensively, as if he were trying to memorize how it felt.

"My Natasha," he said, like it was some sort of magic incantation, and lord knows she never wanted to break the spell. But she did need an answer - an answer to a question that would not let her go.

"What happened, before? Did I hurt you?" she braced for the 'yes'she feared would inevitably come.

He shook his head. "No...I think it's some sort of trigger, or conditioning more likely. Makes me...really submissive to the person, well...inside me."

Dammit, that was even worse, wasn't it? Because with what he was saying, she could never be sure, could she? Everything could be fine until he snapped right back to that place where she no longer knew that whatever they did was still consensual.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Hey, silly," he pulled her in his arms and nuzzled her neck. "Neither did I. Well, I didn't know it was still in place. That's why we're trying things, right?"

She leaned in to kiss his forehead. "Right. Don't worry, I won't do it again".

"See, but that's the kicker. I want you to. When I said I wanted to take it for you - I don't know, maybe part of that was conditioning, but it felt...different? Let's say I never said that to any of them".

That slayed her. James Buchanan Barnes, trying to make her feel special among all those he had slept with, telling her all the things she so badly needed to hear. He took her hand, and guided it between his legs. She could feel that he was rock-hard again, and she wrapped her fingers around the shaft, stroking it gently until she was rewarded with a soft moan.

"See, I'm not lying," he managed to say as he writhed underneath her touch,"maybe it's all messed up...maybe I'm all messed up but I...I...please.

She kissed him hungrily and he returned his kisses with fervor, like it was their last day on earth, like their lives depended on it. She guided him inside her, and she tried not to think about how tricky all of this was - because how could any of this be wrong if it felt so right when they were together?

She wrapped her legs around him, and he slipped his hand under what was left of her shirt, cupping her breast and teasing the nipple. She grabbed hold of the bedpost and guided the movement of his hips in time with hers. The bed creaked under them unhappily and he fucked into her like a desperate man.

"You want to...tell me more?" she asked, barely managing to piece the words together. He gently bit her bottom lip and she whined into the kiss that followed.

"You're crazy, you know that?" His hands were on her hips now, sliding under her buttocks from there, lifting her up slightly as he fucked her. "Please never stop."

She squeezed him between her thighs, finding leverage on the bed, and flipped them both over, landing on top of him again. He was still inside her, and made no move to stop her when she grabbed his wrists, both metal and flesh, lifted them above his head and pushed them into the mattress.

"Hmm, so you're going to take it for me, sweetheart?" she asked.

"Yes," he said as he looked up at her. "Anything you want."

It made her feel powerful and weak at the same time. She knew right now she really could do anything...not because of triggers or conditioning, but because he trusted her, because of how he felt for her. He was still meeting her gaze, no longer avoiding her eyes as he had done before, and it was almost too much for her to bear. All of this was so damn fragile.

"Pierce liked to fuck me on my back," he said. "Because he liked seeing my face when it hurt." She saw him look away for just a second, blinking back tears. His fingers curled in on themselves, fists balled but powerless against those who had hurt him. Then he looked back up at her, defiant. "He liked making me come, because it made him feel powerful." There was anger in those words, too, and it was strange because this type of anger looked good on him, burning bright in his eyes, but harmless towards her.

He pulled his wrists free from her grip, and it almost made her topple, but he steadied her instantly, grabbing her by the hips, and he grinded his own and fucked into her from beneath her. "You know what, Natasha? Screw Alexander Pierce. May he rot in hell. Come for me...for me. He left his metal hand on her hip, finding het clit with the warm fingers of the other, and she gasped as he teased it gently. She almost came right then and there, but she wanted to draw it out a little more, having a few more moments of him inside her. She rode him and he fucked into her steadily, his face flushed, skin glistening with sweat from the effort.

"My Natasha," he whispered, and with that she came, more loudly than she expected. He must have been holding off himself, because she felt him coming inside her while she was still riding the waves of her orgasm.

He pulled her to his chest, wrapping his arms around her, waiting until their breathing grew steady again. She could hear his heart beating in her chest, strained by the effort.

"I love you, you know." she finally said.

"I know. Still can't quite believe it, but I know. Not as much as I love you, though.

"Can't tell if you're being sappy or trying to show off," she grinned.

"Maybe a bit of both," he said. Then, more seriously: "Thank you for this. Thanks for putting up with all of this mess because most people would already have ran far, far away".

She shrugged. "Hey, I got an orgasm out of it, I'm not complaining."

"Natasha...I'm serious."

"Did it help...at least?"

It was his turn to shrug."Lord knows. This isn't exactly approved therapy. But...I think I might be able to talk to you about it now. You know, even without the sex. If you're still willing to hear."

"Always," she said and she kissed him. "Whenever you're ready."

She already knew that was going to hurt like hell, but she wouldn't tell him, because that might make him doubt. She was strangely okay with the idea now. When she imagined it in her mind's eye, it no longer scared her as much as it did when she first found out. She knew he wasn't going to break, and neither was she. Yeah, there might be tears, but that was okay, too. She'd make them tea, and they'd sit on the couch, huddled in a blanket together. She'd hold his hand, or rest her head on his shoulder, or he'd rest his head on hers, and he'd tell her the stories and she'd listen. It would almost be normal, or as close as it came to that for them. In a strange way, she was even looking forward to it now.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"The future," she said.

He smiled and he kissed her. "You know, I always did like thinking about the future. Though I'm really disappointed we still don't have flying cars." She grabbed a pillow and she smacked him with it playfully. "Oh my God, you're such a nerd."

He tickled her and she actually squealed. "I know. You have terrible taste in men, Romanoff." He looked so happy now, just lying here in bed with her, and she loved him more now than ever before.

"I think my taste in men in just fine, Barnes" she said - and perhaps, she thought, those were some of the truest words she had ever spoken.

"C'mere," he said, and he kissed her again, and she never wanted him to stop.

AMAZING. I love this.

A small reminder her hands were for touching Bucky now. This is so brilliantly, heart-stoppingly tender. Even as she's thinking about trimming her nails so she can safely penetrate Bucky, which he'll probably hate! I think I have discovered a whole new genre of loving trash here, and it is apparently everything I need.

With what he was saying, she could never be sure, could she? Everything could be fine until he snapped right back to that place where she no longer knew that whatever they did was still consensual. OH LOOK it's my favorite thing. :) Beautiful consent issues.

"Oh my God, you're such a nerd." YESSSS. Bucky regretting the absence of flying cars is PERFECT. (Also he's not wrong, we should totally have flying cars by now.)

Gorgeous work!

Hydra top dog of your choice (Pierce, OC, whatevah) has two very impressive little pet projects. The Winter Soldier, whose obedience is just about total and who is learning to really crave being good for his owner, and the Captain, a new acquisition, whose will they're still in the process of breaking.

They'll get there, though. Maybe the Winter Solider can help!

In the end, they'll make him totally submissive, though. They always do.

So what I really want is Bucky finally gets captured by SHIELD (can go based on trailers or not, don't really care) and they know that, willingly or not, he's still really dangerous, but otherwise they don't have a lot of info. They don't know if he has HYDRA trackers or drugs or even a bomb in the arm. They don't know what kind of drugs HYDRA might have had him on, or what other enhancements he might have. They don't know if what he has is actually the serum or something else. They don't know if he's injured or malnourished or has any kind of condition that might threaten his own health. Basically, they don't have any of the info that they need to safely restrain him. So the first thing they do is send him in for an exam to find out all these things and, yeah, it might be pretty invasive, but they don't want to hurt him, they just want to make sure neither he nor anyone else is in danger.

They aren't expecting Bucky to calmly and reasonably refuse.

No, he doesn't want them to touch him. No, he doesn't want them to open up his arm or run medical tests on him. No, a strip-search is right out of the question.

He's not violent or anything, just refuses to cooperate and keeps telling them that no, he doesn't want it, he doesn't consent.

Basically? Generally good people put in a situation where they have to choose whether or not they can afford to respect his boundaries.

BONUS:
+when they offer alternatives, he keeps rephrasing them in badwrong sounding ways ("so basically you want to drug me unconscious to that i won't fight you when you take off my clothes? pass.")
++although he seems really put together and like he's coping, as the exam goes on, it gets more and more clear just how messed up and triggered he really is
+++when they try and reason with him over different procedures, he gives specific and graphic trash reasons why no, he's still not going to do it

Wahaha. I love how this is quite fuffy here and there, so the beautiful surprise trash in between hits all the harder.

What can I say, I've been enlightened.

I don't know how you feel about that OP, but I think it'd be interesting if this took on a pre!serum Steve/Bucky dynamic. You know, the Winter Soldier looking out for Steve in a trashy way. "Oh Steve, did you have to fight them again? Damn, you're bleeding. I'll make it better - here, let me stretch you open real wide, shh, don't struggle. See, next time it's not gonna hurt so bad."

OP: Hnnnngggg I like how yOUR brain works

Now we all know Zola had Natasha's birthdate wrong, of course, and back in the day, the Red Room used to bring in Zimniy Soldat to train the Black Widows.

So that's how Bucky and Nat meet, sometime in the 60s or 70s. And they start sleeping together in secret, which they aren't technically supposed to do but some things get winked at to keep the Winter Soldier happy.

Right up until it becomes clear that this isn't the Soldier getting some stress relief and a Widow helping him out; this is two people in love. And the Red Room (which is maybe a subsidiary of Hydra, or maybe just infiltrated by it) can't have that.

So Natasha gets to watch Bucky be punished, and then he's wiped. And the next time she sees him is in Odessa...

+ "He's a ghost, I know, I've tried." What she was leaving out was why she tried.
+ This is the first use of the actual chair; his previous memory problems were caused by more conventional brainwashing.
+ Any post-WS fallout with Natasha having a tough time dealing.
+ Bucky's not the only one with memory problems, though Nat's weren't caused by the chair (because only supersoldiers can survive it?)

Bucky did get violently raped as torture or punishment, and every so often a random person would decide to take advantage, but the majority of his rapes were committed by one guy (who could be Pierce, Rumlow, or Zemo if he's allowed here!). And that guy was extremely skilled at sex. He could be sexually cruel and punitive if Bucky's behavior displeased him, but otherwise Bucky had an absolutely fantastic time in bed with him.

+ in a way pretty typical of abuse and trauma bonding, the pleasure of the sex, as Bucky's only reprieve from the cruelty of the rest of his life, got Bucky extremely attached to this guy

+ the sex may have felt good but it was still rape, and in particular the rapist subjected Bucky to a shit-ton of horrible emotional and psychological abuse, even as he was focused on pleasuring Bucky physically, so

++ FALLOUT, where Bucky is wrestling with the psychological consequences of rape and emotional abuse, which are complicated by his memories of enjoying himself and loving his rapist, and

+++ fallout is FURTHER complicated by the fact that this rapist was both the hottest, most intense fuck of Bucky's life and his longest sexual relationship. So it's had a big influence on Bucky's sexuality, and I would love to see him bringing that into bed with his current partner (Sam or Steve). His partner isn't as good at pleasing him as his rapist was, he tries to teach his partner to do things his rapist did, he wants to talk about it a lot or roleplay it or watch the videos with his partner, or whatever other uncomfortable and difficult ways this could manifest

I. Love. This.

Thank you for reading and commenting, and glad you liked it!

Even as she's thinking about trimming her nails so she can safely penetrate Bucky, which he'll probably hate!

I'm happy you enjoyed that, because I loved writing that. I figured they had THE TALK, and she was sort of pragmatic about it, "oh right, might have to cut my nails". But then after she's done that, she might just absent-mindedly glance at her hands, and be hit by the realization of what that means for him - and her, now.
As for Bucky, it's complex, because saying he hates it is too simple (which sort of got filtered out by not writing his POV) - part of him does hate it, but part of him craves it, but he can't be sure if it's him or the conditioning, and things get confused by trauma, and guilt, and his 1950's perception of how men should be,and how he feels about Nat, and it's a mess.

I think I have discovered a whole new genre of loving trash here

It's a beautiful, beautiful part of the trash heap.

Beautiful consent issues.

See, a lot of stories/prompts here go for a Bucky who has issues understanding consent (and they're awesome), but I have a special thing for Bucky actually really understanding consent, being hyper-aware of it, even - but actually knowing it might *never* be clear-cut for him, so he sort of has to decide for himself he's going to be okay with dubcon scenario's, and can't hold it against the person he loves - because that would be cruel,and would just mean not having a sexual relationship. So he's in situation where he can get triggered AND needs to buffer it for Nat at the same time.

you're such a nerd.

Nerd Bucky is my jam. Sorry I'm way, way too invested!

I hope the fluffy still worked in light of the trash and vice versa. Thank you for commenting!

*sets up camp under this prompt*

Hand wave away, rewrite history as you must: Steve is just as much Hydra's as the Winter Soldier, but they decide to plant him within SHIELD, since what could be better than having a loyal, obedient Hydra soldier trusted within SHIELD?

So--discovering Steve in the ocean? A clever ruse. Pierce can keep an eye on him and Steve can go longer without "maintenance" than Bucky can so it's perfect.

Trash ensues--It's a big joke for Rumlow, Rollins, and other Hydra folks bumming around, because Steve thinks he's a real person. He's even starting to question his memories (presumably before planting him Hydra wiped him and gave him a script about his Cap-y Youth). He's making FRIENDS with Natasha. It's like he thinks he's people! They periodically remind him he's not.

+Steve missing WS!Bucky, with whom he had some kind of kinship, and having no "script" for that and not being able to figure out what's wrong.

++For Steve being obedient to a fault with people he knows are Hydra. On a mission Nat says "Steve, get down!" and Steve barely moves; Rumlow says it and Steve's on his knees in a second.

+++++++Steve's "programming" fritzing out in the field and Rumlow and Rollins trying to quickly correct the problem///use of trigger words in general is A+++ in my trash book

+++++++++Weird confusing Nat/Steve vibes where she can't figure out what's going on and he thinks she's a pretty good handler even if Pierce says she's bad

The memories return, a slow trickle at first. Bucky is already starting to think that he simply can't handle this. A part of him wants to go back to being the Winter Soldier; unfeeling, unknowing. They start to come through faster, a mellow brook, then a fast flowing stream, followed by a waterfall. He sees it all, fifty years of blood and tears and horror. He sees both the pain that the Winter Soldier inflicted on others, with cold efficiency, intertwined with the anguish inflicted on the Winter Soldier, himself, countless hours of unfathomable brutality and degradation.

Bucky is barely aware of where he is now, his mind too overcome by the dark visions that are plaguing him.

I can't... I can't...

He is in some warehouse of some kind, leaning against a stack of crates, vomit on the floor before him, his own. He is still dry-retching, physically attempting to purge himself of his all-consuming past.

Help me... someone please...

Bucky collapses to the ground, unable to control his violent tremors. There are other, more pleasant memories intermixed with the more horrific ones; his life before the Winter Soldier. Little sparks here and there; his mother, hugging him, calling him her beautiful boy, his father and him on a boat together, fishing lines out, sun warm on his face.

Steve's smiling face.

No, Bucky doesn't want to think of him, can't bare to bring his goodness, his purity into his own desecrated world. He's aware that Steve is looking for him but refuses to leave a trail, for him to find.

Refuses to allow Steve to look into his face, now, to see his shame.

They had tortured him, they had brainwashed him. They had-

He cries out, wrapping his flesh arm tight around his legs, curling up into a little ball.

Bucky had thought he had experienced the worst of it, when he was initially captured by Hydra, before Captain America rescued him. When he didn't respond to the torture, the Red Scull had pulled down his pants...

No no he doesn't want to remember, doesn't want to feel the hands on his body, cold... too cold...

Only the memory continues to force its way into the forefront of his mind.

As he was forcibly breeched, Bucky had squeezed his eyes shut, telling himself that it was only his body. He would not respond, would not give in. At the time, feeling the Nazi groan on top of him, the sharp pain, like a knife, stabbing repeatedly into him, he told himself that this would be the worst experience of any in his life.

He was proven wrong, over and over again.

The second time he was captured, he fought their attempt at programming. In response, he was held down and once again raped repeatedly, this time by four more of Hydra's members. He was then told that if he continued to fight, then they would continue to punish him in such a way.

He didn't fight them again, after that.

It soon became clear that it didn't matter. In between bouts of being reprogrammed, and sent on a mission, if any Hydra member wanted him, the Hydra member had him.

Bucky feels tears course down his face, as he recalls lying, with his legs outstretched, unmoving, the last time he was taken, this time by Alexander Pierce, in his own house. When it was over, and he lay with another's cum leaking down his thighs, Pierce had slapped him across the face, called him a cum-slut, ordered him to tell him how many had fucked him last. Winter, as always, responded to the question, just as he had responded in the affirmative when six of Hydra's men, the night before, ordered him to undress and get down on his hands and knees. Winter didn’t want to, Winter always found the acts to be disgusting and degrading. Winter always found them extremely painful. However, he could not go against his training, so he had serviced the men like a whore, taking them repeatedly from both sides...like the cum-slut that Pierce had labelled him as.

No, he could never go back to Steve Rogers. How could he ever explain, to such a man, what he was now? What they had made him?

He is so lost in his anguish that he doesn't hear them, at first. As Winter, his senses were enhanced. He could hear a whisper from five miles away. But as Bucky, he is distracted, too tired and upset to focus properly. The sounds become louder. Footsteps. At least twenty men, coming from both the north and south of his current position. Bucky feels adrenaline rush through his body. He stands up, taking out his pistol and holding it loosely in his hands, cursing not having a better weapon.

No, no... he will not kill, he tells himself that he will never kill again.

The first man he takes out with a bullet to his hip, the second with one to his leg. Both fall but the men keep coming, from both sides. Bucky continues to fire, hitting the men in non-lethal spots. When they care close enough, he starts physically fighting them, mindful of pulling his punches and kicks, so as not to be deadly. The men are well trained, but he is better. He manages to take out a dozen but they continue to pour into the warehouse. It is clear that Hydra is going for numbers over skill. Then ten of them seem to be on him at once. He feels his hair being torn, hands scratching at his chest and stomach, his legs being forced wide apart, his arms being drawn back and up, in an excruciating position.

Bucky feels that something is not quite right. Why aren't they taking him out? They could easily shoot him, beat him?

One of the men steps in front of him.

“Hello pretty... remember me?” The man's hand slides through his hair. He hears sniggers. For a moment, Bucky is so stunned that he doesn't move. No no, he can't be thinking...? “We're meant to take you back to Hydra. But I can't see why we can't have our fun, first. You were always such a great fuck!”

Bucky feels panic explode in his body and he screams, bucking and fighting wildly against the men holding him. He throws his head back and slams it into the nose of the man behind him, hearing a scream, as it explodes.

“You're going to fight us, hey? Gonna fight us, bitch?”

“This is better than when he'd just lie there, like some unhappy fuckdoll, much better!”

No, no no, Bucky won't let this happen again. He violently struggles, attempting to punch and kick at the men. He lands a few lucky ones with the metal arm, which hit the mark, driving the men back, but others simply come forward to hold him. He feels hardness rubbing against him, from more than one angle, as he is forced, face down, onto the dusty floor, can see the fury in the men's eyes, the clear signs, lower down, of what they wish to do to him. Four of the men heft a heavy cement block over and place it over the metal arm, pinning it to the ground. Bucky feels sweat drip down his face, as he attempts to lift it up. The block does not move.

“You think you can fight us, little bitch? Huh? Think you're something, you little uppity cunt?”

He hears the sound of cloth tearing, and starts waving his free arm violently about. He manages to slice the cheek of one man, who bends down his face too close to him, tearing the flesh wide open.

“Hold that arm,” another says, as the man falls back, screeching.

“That's it, fight us, pretty, fight us, makes the fuck so much better!”

Bucky continues to fight them, even in the knowledge that the metal arm, his most effective weapon, has been neutralised. Ten men are holding him down, now.

Then one is on his back, attempting to force entrance.

“Get off me!” Bucky screams, bucking up and down, in a futile attempt to dislodge the man.

The man grunts in clear frustration and finally manages to force his cock inside of him. Bucky screams as the familiar pain drives through him. Only this time is different, this time he is aware of everything that is happening to him. As the man starts to brutally thrust, he can't help but cry out, with every knife-like movement within him. His head is lifted and he sees two other cocks in front of his face, the men frantically jerking off.

“Take it take it you fucking bitch!”

Bucky cries out once more and starts to struggle again, so violently that he manages to throw three of the men back. This only seems to excite the man inside him even more, as he thrusts into him so violently that he is sure he has damaged something in there. One of the men jerking his cock in front of his face moans, and Bucky cringes, as he feels his cum hit his face, dripping down his left cheek.

“Suck it, bitch! And no teeth, or I'll kick them down your throat!” The other says.

Bucky opens his mouth. He knows what he's supposed to do. Winter spent countless times on his knees, relaxing his throat, to another man's cock. Only this time, he has a choice. As the cock is shoved in, he bites down, hard, feeling dim satisfaction, as blood fills his mouth. The man pulls away, screaming. A few of the men laugh around him.

“Fuck you bitch! You take it inside you you dumb cunt!” The one behind him is continuing in his frantic motion. “That’s it! Take it all the way in there!” The man screams and then collapses against him, only to be replaced, moments later by another man, another cock violently gaining entry. More profanity spat at him.

“Fucking dumb cunt, thinking you're actually more than just our sex doll? Huh?”

“He loves it!”

He feels tearing at his legs and realises that, in their frantic need to violate him, they haven't even bothered stripping all of his clothes off.

“Hurry up, man I want a turn!”

“And me!”

“You're going to take all of us! And you're going to love every second! Yeah! Oh oh OOH!”

The one inside him is so worked up that he is already cumming.

“On his side, on his side!” Another shouts, as soon as the rapist pulls out.

As Bucky is turned, he sees an opportunity. He turns his head and bites down hard into the arm of the one holding him on his left, then kicks back, hearing a crack as he breaks the leg of the one behind him. For a moment, he is almost free, he just needs to concentrate, to free the metal arm. But then the men move forward, almost as one, and he is once more immobilised.

“Fucking hold him! Hold him!”

He feels the cloth of his shirt being torn, as he is breeched once more, feels sharp teeth digging into his neck. The cloth is shoved into his mouth and tied around the back of his head. He hears a groan and feels another man's semen hit him on his chest, spraying up to his neck.

“Fuck I need him now!”

One of the men stretches out along his front. He feels him paw at his cock, moving it up, onto his stomach, before moving down further, cock poking at his entrance. Bucky realises what the man plans to do and starts to again violently struggle. He can feel bruises all down his arms and legs, where he is being forcibly held. The one behind him stills a moment.

No no he can't it won't... it won't...

More than a few Hydra members had tried this, at times, with him as the Winter Soldier. Always with plenty of lube. Even so, it was always exceedingly painful.

As the second cock is forced in, alongside the first, he actually blacks out, from the excruciating pain, for a few moments. When he comes to, he forgets to struggle, his body shutting down, frozen, in an attempt to save itself from any more injuries. He can't help the cries that escape his lips, with every thrust, as both men work him simultaneously. Finally, the one behind him hollers and he knows that he has completed. He is instantly replaced by yet another. Bucky attempts another struggle but is starting to weaken, from exhaustion and pain,as the two frantically move within him, grunting, snarling, spitting out curses. The sight seems to excite the men even more, as they shout and cheer, urging them to finish. He hears the slap of men jerking themselves and feels more cum released into his hair. Finally, Bucky feels them simultaneously release inside him. Both pull out, tuck themselves back into their uniform pants.

“Fuck that was... that was incredible!” One of them says.

Bucky feels tears start to fall down his face, as he is forced now onto his stomach. He lies still, gathering his energy, through two more rapes, before he strikes out, once more, with the third one, knocking the man off.

“Knew he still had some spirit in him!” One of the men laugh.

Bucky manages to get his non-metal arm free and starts beating the face of the man beside him, pulling the weight of his body to the side, in an attempt to free the metal arm. The men grab him once more, and slam him back down on the ground, pinning his arm down now so hard that the can feel the bones creak.

He continues jerk his body about, through the next three rapes, screaming, through his gag, as the men laugh, cheer and whistle. It seems the more that he struggles, the more violently he is thrusted into. He feels too loose up inside, as though his innards have been rearranged. He no longer wonders if he has been damaged. His concern now, is more how serious the damage is.

He deliberately stops fighting it, now, fearful of the consequences of exacerbating his injuries. As the next two men take it in turns, sliding their cocks into him, he lies still, simply hopes that it will be over quickly.

The men seem to lose interest, once he stops struggling. He is raped twice more, slapped and kicked, as he is thrust into, but his complete lack of reaction seems to be unnerving for the men.

He isn't sure why they then remove the cement block. Perhaps it's simply so he will start fighting them again, giving them an excuse to work up to round two.

Bucky will never let that happen. As soon as the metal arm is free, he gathers what little energy he has and knocks out two men on his right, followed by two on his left. Perhaps it is the fact that quite a few of the men have sated themselves sexually but he notices that they simply aren't fighting him with the relish that they had previously. Bucky continues to struggle and suddenly finds himself loose. He downs the remaining men around him in a flurry of kicks and punches, before sprinting out of the room.

Once he is a good few kilometres away, he allows himself to collapse, momentarily to the ground, to allow the shock and horror of what has just occurred to overcome him. He feels messy, snotty tears run down his cheeks.

Steve... Steve help me... I need you. I've been... hurt and I need you.

Then he realises where he is. Who he is. He knows he must keep running.

This is amazing.

I love how it just keeps coming and how he's powerful to stop it.

So, the serum helped Bucky heal, but sometimes he was just so torn up from brutal penetration that he needed medical attention, and be sewn back up down there. This was especially cruel, in a way, because after he was closed up and tightened again, the following rapes would be so much worse.

Fast forward him having a sexual relationship with Steve, but he just gets this feeling he's too loose to pleasure Steve now, and needs "fixing" (which is mostly in his head). So without Steve's knowledge, he seeks "medical help" tightening is asshole.

Obviously this will be:
- triggering as fuck
- painful
- will make his so tight Steve's generous cock will have trouble fitting now.

The sex after will inevitably be painful, but in his mind this is *good*, because part of his conditioning still wants to please regardless of how it feels to him.

Up to you if/how Steve finds out, how he reacts, and if it's even resolved.

*powerless, even

Thanks! I er... enjoyed writing it... Poor Bucky... I do like to see him suffer ;)

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