Captain, My Captain

by Maddie Taylor

  Tony looked at Rick with deadly, steely eyes.

  Rick said, “Let’s go get your woman back.”

  “Hell yeah, and no mercy for the stupid motherfucker that dared to touch what is mine.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Megan sat uncomfortably in a metal chair, her arms tied behind her back with a zip tie that was way too tight. She tried to wiggle her numb fingers to restore some circulation, but whimpered as the tie cut deeper into her wrists. She had spent the first hour or so struggling, futilely attempting to free her hands. Now she regretted it, as she felt the tight swollen skin and the tiny tickling sensation of warm liquid trickling down the backs of her hands and fingers. She let out a little sob as she looked around the room where she was being held captive.

  Creepy Guy had tied her ankles to the front legs of the chair because she had tried to kick him when he entered the room the last time. That was hours ago and if they didn’t come back soon and let her up, she was going to pee her pants. She could tell that it was getting close to morning because she could see it getting lighter outside as the sun shone in little glimmers peeking through the cracks in the blacked out windows. She was obviously in a basement; it was cold and damp and smelled musty, which made her nose itch. Dressed in summer weight Capri pants and a light tank, she shivered from the coolness in the room. What? They couldn’t have given her a sweater or at least a blanket? Instead, they had left her tied up and alone for hours. It was fine with her at first. The less time in their presence the better. Now she was getting worried that no one would come back.

  They had slapped her around to get her to cooperate. At first, she was afraid of what they would do if they found out that she no longer had possession of the flash drive. Would they rape her? Kill her? Drop her in a ravine or leave her for dead in the middle of the desert? Unfortunately, she knew Tony had already turned the drive over to the FBI agents. Hopefully, they still held it locally. She had fought against them at first. But, the beating they had given her had weakened her defenses considerably. She decided to cooperate later when she overheard creepy guy’s plan to ransom her for the flash drive. She had then readily given up Tony’s contact information.

  That was the last she had seen of them. Tears ran down her face as she sat alone in misery. “Please, Captain. Come get me soon,” she whispered into the stillness of the room.

  Her cheekbone throbbed painfully where creepy guy had backhanded her. His burly accomplice had roughed her up too and she had a split lip, swollen jaw and multiple bruises to show for it. When Creepy Guy left her alone with him, he leered at her and she feared he would rape her. He had groped her breasts painfully and her breasts were now tender and swollen. He had grabbed them, twisting and pulling on her nipples until she felt he would tear them right off. She had screamed, cursed and cried rape until Creepy Guy came running. Fortunately, Greepy Guy had kept BA (Burly Accomplice) from touching her again. She was half of Creepy Guy’s size but the burly one outweighed her by at least 150 pounds.

  “Please Captain! Hurry!” Her mind wandered and she imagined Tony rescuing her and then kicking the bad guys’ asses into the next county. Better yet, across the Mexican border would be even better. Let them commune with their drug cartel friends. Megan allowed herself a small smile at her revenge fantasy but winced as even a small smile pulled against her bruised and bloody lips, breaking open the scab that had begun to form.

  She struggled to hold back her tears. She had to pee and was so thirsty. The assholes had given her nothing to eat or drink since they had left her there after getting what they wanted. She knew they hadn’t left, because she occasionally heard noises upstairs and worse, running water. That was pure torture. If she didn’t get to go soon, she would have no choice but to wet her pants. Sobbing in pain, hunger and humiliation, she dropped her head and closed her eyes in misery.

  Breaking glass and gunshots startled her. Her eyes flew to the door and she anxiously waited for something to happen. Footsteps came pounding down the stairs and the door flew back upon its hinges. Damn. Creepy Guy! He had a gun in his hand and moved behind Megan. He pressed the barrel against her temple and waited. Megan sat frozen in fear. Her breathing stopped, fear paralyzed her and the air was trapped in her lungs. She started to feel lightheaded and gasped for air. She was afraid she was going to hyperventilate and pass out on top of everything else. Soon, more loud footsteps pounded down the stairs and seconds later Tony entered, followed closely by Rick, Lil T and Dex.

  “Don’t come any closer or she’s dead,” Creepy Guy screamed.

  Tony’s eyes scanned Megan from head to toe. His face hardened as his eyes froze on her tear-stained, bruised and swollen face. His gaze didn’t leave her abused face but he felt his men move into position behind him. Each had a weapon aimed at Creepy Guy’s head.

  “Drop the weapon, fucker,” Tony demanded in a deadly calm voice. The rage was palpable and rolled off him in waves that could be felt by everyone in the room. Chilling and utterly terrifying. Megan hardly recognized him and thanked God that anger wasn’t directed at her. She almost pitied her captor. Well, maybe not.

  “No way,” Creepy Guy whined. “Give me the drive and let me go or she’s dead.”

  “She dies and you’re dead.” Tony took a step closer to Megan, his eyes never leaving her face. “Either way, you’re a dead man. Either me, my men or the cartel will take you out. I don’t really give a fuck. Cooperate, and maybe you can buy protective custody and protection from the feds. That’s your only hope.” Tony’s eyes turned colder as they looked at the fucker holding a gun to his Angel’s head.

  “Frankly, my preference is to rip you to shreds. These men behind me are here to protect you from me, asshole.”

  Creepy Guy looked as if he was going to piss himself. Scared and uncertain, his eyes moved from the huge, scary threatening man to the slightly less bulky but still huge, scary guys surrounding him.

  “It’s your only chance, Asshole,” Rick warned.

  “If I make the deal, I want to make it to the feds directly.”

  “I don’t think you’re in any position to be bargaining, Asshole.” Rick fell in behind Tony as he took another step closer to Megan.

  Lil T chimed in. “Now, let me tell you, there is nothing I’d like better than to beat you into a bloody pulp or watch Cap do it. I owe you for tasering me, Fuckhead. But, I gotta warn you. Cap here is about to lose his shit so you need to drop your gun and step away from his woman.”

  Creepy Guy’s hand started to tremble as he looked back at Tony. He visibly shook at the barely controlled rage emanating from the mountain of a man. Hopeless and without any viable option for escape, he dropped the weapon on the floor and stepped back. As soon as it hit the floor, Rick, Dex and Lil T swarmed him and took him down. They cuffed him, pulled him to his feet and Dex shoved him out the door and up the stairs.

  Tony rushed to Megan. “Angel baby.”

  “Captain,” she sobbed, regaining the use of her lungs as she gulped in big breaths of air. Finally, she sighed heavily as she regained control of her breathing. Tears of relief ran down her cheeks.

  Tony’s blade appeared in his hand. He cut the ties, releasing her. Her arms fell weakly to her sides, numb and useless. She fell forward and face planted into Tony’s chest as his arms came around her.

  “Baby,” he breathed in a pain-filled voice.

  “Captain, I gotta pee.” She cried as her bladder spasmed. “Now, please, Captain.”

  Instantly he scooped her up in his strong arms and carried her up the stairs to a bathroom near the top of the basement stairs. He stood her by the toilet but her legs gave way from lack of use having been tied to the chair for at least fourteen hours.

  “Motherfuckers. I’m gonna kill ‘em.” He roared his outrage over what they had done to his woman.

  “Captain, I can’t move my arms, please, help me.” Mortified, she blushed as Tony had to lower her pants and panties then help her sit on the toilet. Unbelievably, he
r shy bladder did not want to release.

  She sobbed a panic. “I can’t go.”

  Tony turned on the faucet and then crouched in front of her, supporting her upper body and stroking her back and arms gently.

  “Relax, Angel. I’ve got you know.”

  She sobbed harder as she sat in misery unable to pee although she knew her bladder was just shy of bursting.

  “Megan. Breathe, baby.” His big hand slid to her stomach and he gently rubbed her distended belly. Fuck! Quickly losing control, Megan was spiraling closer to hysteria. Tony took control.

  In a firm voice he ordered, “Eyes on me, Megan.”

  She automatically responded to his firm command. Her tear-filled eyes raised to meet his.

  “Breathe with me, Megan.”

  He rested his open mouth against hers and guided her breathing. She focused solely on him. Then he began his firm commands and she responded.

  “In, hold it, and out. Again.” He controlled her breathing. Slowing it down and controlling it. His voice gave her firm orders. Her body submitted and her respirations were his to command. “In, hold it, and out. Again. Hold it. Relax and let it out slowly. Their eyes locked, they shared breath. Tony breathing into her, controlling her, mastering her.

  Finally, her bladder released. His lips curved against hers. “Good girl,” he praised and kissed her tenderly.

  When she finished, she had to ask for his help again. “I can’t move my arms, Captain.”

  Tony took charge, wiping her. Once done, he stood her up and pulled up her Capri’s and panties. Closing the lid, he sat her back down on the toilet. Propping her upper body on his hip, he quickly washed his hands and moistened a clean cloth he found on a shelf by the sink. He pressed the cool cloth against her bruised and swollen check.

  “Oh, Angel. I’m sorry I didn’t protect you better.” He gently cleaned the blood from her face. He grabbed another clean cloth and pressed it cool and damp against her cheekbone. He moved her hand and pressed it against the cloth. “Can you hold it here, baby?” Her arm fell limply to her side and she sobbed in frustration.

  “It’s okay. Let’s get you out of this hellhole and get you some medical attention.”

  “Don’t leave me, Captain. Please,” Megan begged him, feeling he was her lifeline to sanity.

  “Never, Angel.” Tony scooped her up and carried her outside, placing her gently in the waiting ambulance that one of the men had summoned. He followed her in, growling at the paramedics, daring them to stop him from riding along.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Three days later, Tony sat impatiently with Megan in her hospital room as they waited for one of the nurses to bring a wheelchair around to escort her out upon her discharge. Her things were packed and she was once again dressed in the street clothes he had brought for her. His emotions roiled again as he remembered helping her get dressed a few minutes earlier. When he removed the hospital gown, he had found the bruises on her breasts. Large fingerprint shaped bruises covered both breasts where one or more of the assholes had molested her. The nipples were bruised and swollen even after three days. Who better than a Dom could understand the force that must be employed to bruise her nipples to the extent that three days later they were still swollen and discolored? Only the much dreaded clover clamps with weights exerted that kind of force. Angry for allowing Regan to help her bathe and dress for the past few days, he damned himself for not thoroughly inspecting her for injuries himself. He knew the medical staff had completed a full exam, but damn.

  Tears filled Megan’s eyes as she saw the rage on Tony’s face.

  “Which one, Megan?” He demanded and she knew what he was asking.

  “The burly one.”

  “They didn’t rape you?”

  “No, Tony. I promise, honey.” Megan had to reassure him of this fact several times over the past few days. He had even requested the doctor perform a pelvic exam when he expressed his concerns that she had such a hard time peeing when he found her. The doctor explained it was merely from the over extension of the bladder causing swelling of the urethra. Tony had agonized that she had been raped and had some physical trauma that caused the swelling. He was also afraid she was holding back not wanting him to know the extent of the physical abuse she had suffered.

  Tony’s eyes swept her face, and then nodded at her negative response. He then bent to tenderly place a kiss on each abused nipple. He resumed dressing her. Her hands were still numb and swollen and she had a hard time with buttons, zippers and ties. She was being followed by a nerve and vascular specialist who would be monitoring her progress over the next few weeks and months. Tony quickly omitted her bra, telling her firmly that all the lacy bras she had would irritate her tender nipples. He slipped a T-shirt over her head. Her breasts were swollen so the tee was a little too tight. She looked down in dismay and frowned.

  Attuned to her responses, he allayed her concerns. “I’ve got a sweater, too, babe. It’s turned cooler outside and it will cover you just fine.”

  Megan smiled through her tears. “Thank you for taking such good care of me, Captain.”

  “Fuck that shit, Megan. If I was taking good care of you, this would have never happened.”

  Tony’s mind was brought back to the present when a knock came at the door and interrupted his self-recriminations.

  “Just a minute,” Tony called. “Let’s finish getting you dressed and get you home.”

  Tony drew her panties up her legs and a pair of loose fitting sweats followed. Since her hands were still sore and swollen, he took care of slipping on a pair of socks and tied her sneakers. He assisted her into the cardigan, pulling the soft material up her arms and adjusting it over her shoulders before buttoning it.

  He then sat her back down at the side of her bed and took a brush to her tangled hair, gently untangling it. Megan moaned as he brushed.

  “That feels so good, Captain.”

  She sighed as he continued to brush the long locks falling well below her shoulder blades. He watched her shiny hair curl naturally at the ends. Finally, he pulled it into a low ponytail with a band he had brought from home. Turning her precious face up to his, he gently began to apply a thin layer of her raspberry lip moisturizer over her dry and bruised lips. He paused before his big finger made contact with her sore lips.

  “This stuff won’t sting will it, Angel?” She shook her head and he finished his task then bent and placed a tender kiss upon her forehead.

  She smiled at her man. Who knew he could be so tender and nurturing? His touch so soft and gentle?

  “All set,” he murmured and then scooped her up and carried her to the big chair in the corner. Holding her protectively on his lap, he called out, “Enter.”

  Lil T quietly entered the room. “I’ve brought the car around, Cap. Hey, Meg. How you feeling, sweetheart?” He looked at her bruised and discolored face. The bruises were turning a rainbow of colors, deep purple, green and yellow. He gulped as he noticed the small amount of blood in the corner of her eye. Fucker had hit her so hard she had a broken blood vessel in her eye.

  “God, Megan! I am so sorry I didn’t protect you, sweetheart.” He looked miserable and pissed at the same time. She knew he was consumed by guilt.

  Megan tried to get off Tony’s lap to go to him.

  “Stay,” he commanded firmly in his very dominant tone.

  “Tony, I’m not your dog!” Megan complained. “You got the bad guys, Captain. I’m safe now, right?”

  Tony’s eyes met Lil T’s. She watched the interplay between the two big men. Something was wrong and they were keeping it from her.

  “What?”

  “Nothing you need to worry about, Angel. We will keep you safe.”

  “I swear it this time, Meg!” Lil T promised. The regret and pain in his voice broke her heart.

  “Oh, T. It’s not your fault. You were tasered, for godsakes.”

  “Don’t matter, Meg. It was on my watch. It’s on me. The hurt and pai
n you suffered is all on me.”

  “Enough, T,” Tony spoke firmly. “We all feel we let her down. Stop torturing yourself. We will be more vigilant from here on.”

  Confused, Megan watched T turn toward the window and stare out. What were they talking about? They had captured the bad guys, hadn’t they? She would have to get the full story from Regan or Rick. Tony was clammed up tight. And T, he looked awful. She watched as he stood at the window, his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets, his shoulders just a little slumped and dejected.

  Megan again tried to go to him. “Let me, Captain,” she implored softly, for his ears only. “Look at him.”

  “Fifteen hours.”

  “What?”

  “Fifteen fucking hours! Those assholes had you and kept you away from me for fifteen hours. Fifteen hours where I couldn’t touch you, hold you, keep you safe. Fifteen fucking hours where they starved you, denied you water, tied you up until your wrists bled and you lost circulation in your hands. And didn’t let you use a goddamned bathroom that was less than twenty feet away. For fifteen hours they had free reign with you. They could touch you, beat you and injure your gorgeous breasts and could have raped you and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. I will never forget that feeling of being out of control. Waiting to find you. Searching helplessly. For fifteen hours those goddamned motherfuckers had the woman I adore. So, if it takes me holding you - if it takes a day, a week or a month, baby, I will hold you until this feeling goes away. Yeah?”

  “Yes, Captain.” Tears rolling down her cheeks, Megan leaned against her big, strong man and pressed her face to his neck. His agony rivaled the torture she had endured. Hers was physically painful, his emotional and psychological. She sighed as his big arms wrapped around her and pulled her closer. She looked at Lil T, his body a rigid column of emotion. She knew he had heard Tony’s rant, the guilt he was suffering broke her heart, but her man was freaked. It was kind of scary. Her big, strong, controlled man was, as T had put so succinctly, about to lose his shit. Her man came first. She snuggled up against him; her lips pressed comforting kisses against his neck. She could still feel the rage and tension emanating through him. It would take some time for him to get past it, but they would, together. She would talk to T when her man was less freaked.