Fallon's Capture

by Ravenna Tate

  “That explains your strength and stamina.” She moaned softly at the look of lust in their eyes.

  Cord winked. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

  Arlo climbed off her and helped her stand, and then he positioned her over the edge of the bed like he had before, with the pillows pushed under her hips. “Based on our earlier conversation,” he said, “I think we’re ready to try some bondage, after all. What do you think?”

  “Yes. I trust you both.” She did. That realization surprised her, but she also knew it wasn’t bullshit. These men hadn’t lied to her, but Walton had. That alone told her she could place her body in their hands and they’d respect her limits. “What should I say if I’m afraid of something, or have had enough, or … I don’t know. Need a limb moved?”

  “The woman from Velone taught me the concept of safewords.”

  “The BDSM community on Earth uses them, too.”

  “We need a simple word,” said Cord. “One that won’t attract attention in front of the crowds.”

  “How about ‘red’?” she asked. “Simple, to the point, and if I say it softly enough they might not notice.”

  “All right,” said Arlo. “Let’s use that.”

  Fallon closed her eyes as they fitted leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. They were soft, and buckled in place. They threaded chains through loops in the ankle ones, and then attached them to what she assumed were the legs on the bed. They moved her arms overhead and clipped together the cuffs on her wrists.

  “How does that feel?” asked Arlo, brushing his hands along her ass and thighs once more.

  “Fantastic.”

  “Are you okay with the blindfold, too?”

  She took a deep breath. She had her safeword. They wouldn’t hurt her. “Yes.”

  One of them tied it around her head again, and she relaxed against the bed and pillows. Hand caressed her ass cheeks, lower back, and thighs, and then the same flogger they’d used on her before struck her ass and the backs of her legs. Fallon moaned as the excitement grew with each strike. It hurt, but at the same time she felt giddy, as if every happy thought she’d ever had came rushing at her simultaneously. She could hardly contain the emotion racing around her mind.

  When they switched to a wooden paddle, she yelped and tried to get away, but of course she couldn’t. That realization was almost as exciting as the pain mixed with pleasure coursing through her. She was completely at their mercy.

  Her hair was pulled, forcing her head off the bed. “Are you enjoying this, bad girl?” asked Arlo. His voice was deep and dominant, and she almost came from the sound of it.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “When we do this for the crowd,” said Cord, “you need to pretend you’re not.” He sounded apologetic. “That’s in the instructions.”

  She knew that, but it would take Broadway-worthy acting skills on her part to pretend because she’d never been so damn turned-on in her life. “Then you’d better ramp up the pain. I’m serious here, guys. This is so fucking sexy, and I’m enjoying it. Not sure I can act like I’m not and be this aroused at the same time.”

  She could almost feel them staring at each other, and as she pictured the looks of disbelief on their faces, another giggling fit rose up.

  “Um, we don’t want to actually hurt you,” said Arlo. “How will we know when we’ve crossed the line?”

  “I’ll use my safeword.”

  “All right. But please promise us you will use it, sooner rather than later.”

  “I will. I promise.”

  They lifted her off the bed, and she gasped as they carried her under her arms across the room. She was carried down the hallway, and she only knew that because she could smell the kitchen. Then she smelled leather, and when they placed her on solid ground again, she lost all sense of direction as they unclipped the wrist cuffs and pulled her arms overhead.

  They spread them a bit wider than shoulder-width, and then she heard chains again and felt tugging. She tested the bonds, but her arms were held taut. They did the same thing with her ankles, and the result was a spread-eagle position, but she was still standing. Air moved around her entire body, and she wondered what they had her attached to.

  Cord snorted. “You know, when I first saw this, I thought it was pretty weird. But now I see the beauty of it.”

  “I knew what it was,” said Arlo, “but thought it odd they’d placed it here. Do you know where you are, Fallon?”

  She shook her head.

  “Remember the archway in the common room?”

  “Oh…” Now it made sense. Fallon listened to their bare feet moving across the wooden floor, circling her. She took a deep breath, inhaling leather and their scents. It was intoxicating. She was completely at their mercy, and they could reach every place on her body.

  When the stiff flogger landed across her pussy, she yelped. The next sensation was something thin and stinging on her nipples, and she cried out as the pain raced through her body. A wooden paddle came down across her ass, and Fallon moaned loudly.

  She couldn’t keep up with the sensations. They alternated the paddle, the thin leather toy, and the thick, stiff flogger on her ass cheeks, the backs of her thighs, her nipples, and her pussy, until her entire body trembled and burned. The pain and pleasure were all mixed up, and her pussy was so wet she was certain they’d need to mop up the floor underneath her.

  When they began to tease her with their fingers in between the strikes, rolling her nipples with them and pushing them inside her wet pussy, she panted as another climax drew closer. Tongues teased her now, licking her entire body, circling one nipple then the other before moving to lap up her pussy juices. One of them even spread her ass cheeks and licked her asshole.

  Her moans turned to cries of pleasure, and then she began begging them to fuck her. “Please … please! I need your dicks inside me. Take me. Please. Take me now!”

  “Oh, don’t worry,” said Arlo, his voice filled with lust and humor. “We will.” She cried out as her hair was tugged and teeth raked across her throat. “In every hole, baby.” She shivered at the tone in Arlo’s voice as images danced through her head. “As much as you can take. And we won’t stop until you beg us to.”

  She heard furniture dragged across the room, and then her arms were unchained. She was slowly bent over what felt like the back of a sofa, and then her arms were eased behind her back and the wrist cuffs clipped together. Her lower abdomen rested against the sofa, and Cord asked her if anything was too uncomfortable.

  “No. I’m fine.” Just fuck me!

  She assumed it was Cord who rubbed her tender ass cheeks. “You’re puffy and pink. How does it feel? Did you like that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did it hurt too much?” asked Arlo, stroking her hair.

  “It hurt, but I loved it. Please … please. I can’t take anymore. Please fuck me.”

  Cord slid two fingers into her pussy from behind, and Fallon moaned loudly. “I’d say she was right. She loved it. Look how wet she is.”

  Arlo slipped his fingers into her next to Cord’s, and she moaned loudly as they finger-fucked her, so slowly she was sure she’d go out of her mind with need. Hot lust raced through her body. When they both withdrew, she heard a soft liquid sound. She turned her head, which immediately made her feel silly because her blindfold was still on.

  “I’ll go slowly,” said Cord. “If you don’t like this, let me know.”

  He pushed a wet finger into her asshole, gently stretching the walls. At first she tensed, but then once she grew used to it, a peaceful sensation slipped over her and she shook her head back and forth as her arousal built.

  “What do you think?” asked Cord.

  “I love it.”

  Arlo tugged on her hair again, and then his breath was hot against her ear. “Good. Because we’re going to take turns fucking your sweet, tight ass. And then we’re going to fuck your pussy. And finally, we’re going to fuck your mouth. You’r
e going to swallow our dicks and our cum.”

  “Oh God…” Fallon could hardly breathe as decadent images raced through her mind. She’d never been this aroused in her life, and she didn’t want this night to end.

  Cord’s finger was gone, and she heard the sound of a condom being put on. She forced herself to relax as he slowly slipped his dick into her asshole. It was uncomfortable at first, but when Arlo gently fondled her breasts and whispered encouragement, she was able to completely let go and allow Cord inside all the way.

  “Oh, praise be to the gods,” whispered Cord. “I’ve never felt anything so fucking tight in my life.” He fucked her tentatively at first, and then when he slipped a hand underneath and flicked her clit with two fingers, she moaned loudly and his thrusts became more urgent.

  She was going to come again, and Fallon realized she had no clue how many orgasms she’d already had tonight. Was it still nighttime? Who gives a shit?

  Cord withdrew, and then Arlo repeated the same gentle pattern of first sliding his cock in slowly, and then playing with her clit as he increased the speed and strength of his fucking. Cord stroked her hair and told her she was beautiful, and that she was doing a wonderful job. “You look so damn sexy like this, Fallon. Tied up and taking it in the ass.”

  “Feels pretty fucking good from my end, too,” said Arlo, his voice deep and sexy. It was obviously he was barely hanging on. When he withdrew and Cord took his place again, Arlo turned her head to the side and kissed her, tongue and all. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For everything.”

  Fallon couldn’t even answer him. She was lost in a sea of delicious sensations, and her climax poised, right on the edge once more. When Cord pulled out and Arlo took another turn, all he had to do was touch her clit and she came. Fallon simply tried to keep breathing as the contractions washed over her.

  Arlo withdrew, and then she heard them take off their condoms. She had no idea which man sank his dick into her swollen pussy, but it hardly mattered. She was overcome with delicious sensations once again as he fucked her silly. All she could do was moan continuously as he slammed into her.

  They took turns, and she lost track of how many times each man was inside her. The orgasm seemed to go on and on now, never quite cresting. She was theirs completely. There was no choice but to lie there and give in, and she didn’t want to do anything else. She’d never been fucked like this, and she loved it. She absolutely adored it.

  When they finally uncuffed her wrists and then unchained her ankles, they still didn’t take off her blindfold. They moved a chair underneath her, and then once they helped her take a seat into it, they pulled her arms behind the back of it and clipped the wrists cuffs together again. They moved her legs together and did the same to her ankles, and then each man kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth.

  It was so damn sexy being tied up like this, blindfolded, and kissing each of them. When a bare cock teased her lips, she had no idea whose it was, but she opened her mouth and relaxed her throat muscles so he could go to town.

  They took turns fucking her mouth roughly, and Fallon couldn’t stop trembling with desire as they did so. When they each finally came, they splashed their cum both inside her mouth and on her face. She tried to swallow it, but most of it dribbled onto her chin.

  When they took off the blindfold and uncuffed her, Arlo picked her up as if she weighed nothing and carried her into her own room. At least she thought it was her room. Truthfully, she had no fucking clue where she was, and it didn’t even matter.

  One of them cleaned her off with a warm, wet washcloth, but Fallon didn’t even open her eyes during it. She did mumble once or twice, but words confused her. She knew she’d thanked them for cleaning her, but she also said something about Facebook, which made no sense at all.

  She tried to stay awake, but it was impossible. She was completely sated and so tired. She fell asleep to the soft sounds of their voices, talking about someone in Cord’s family named Cortez . Or at least she thought that’s what he said. It didn’t matter. She only wanted to be near them.

  Chapter Eight

  Arlo frowned and asked Cord to repeat what he’d just said.

  “My cousin works in the Ministry on Sera. We haven’t spoken in years, but he knows where I was sent.”

  “How do you know he knows if you haven’t spoken in years?”

  “While I was in prison awaiting my sentencing, my attorney gave me a note from a friend. The note was given to this friend by my cousin. It’s a long shot, but if I could get in touch with him … my cousin, I mean, maybe we’d have a way out of this?”

  “Why didn’t you say anything before now?”

  “I haven’t exactly been thinking clearly, but something Fallon said before she fell asleep reminded me of the note.”

  Arlo wondered if the sex had fried Cord’s brain cells. “What did she say that reminded you of your cousin and the note?”

  “That thing about wishing she could Facebook this. An image of her typing at a keyboard popped into my mind, and then I remembered the note.”

  “Facebook? What does that mean?”

  “It’s a social media platform on their Internet.” Cord cut his gaze toward Fallon, who was out like a light. “I doubt she’ll even remember what she said.”

  Arlo grinned. “Well, we did wear her out pretty well.” He yawned and stretched, then lay back on the bed next to her. “And I’m tired, too.”

  “All right. We’ll sleep. But hear me out, first.”

  Arlo frowned, and then he stood. “Let’s go into your room to talk. She needs to rest.”

  They retrieved their clothes which they’d left in Cord’s room and put them back on, and then Arlo took a seat in the chair. “Okay. Start from the beginning. Who is this cousin?”

  Cord sat cross-legged on the bed. “I’m surprised she didn’t ask me why I don’t work.”

  “Why don’t you work?”

  “My family is rich. Very rich. But I’m what the Earth people call the black sheep. The outcast. The one who chose to fight the Regum and what this faction of Tyranns have turned Voyeur Moon into, rather than take the easy way out and go to work in the Ministry like the rest of them have done.”

  “What does your cousin do there?”

  “Cortez is part of the team who oversees housing on all three planets. Well, not so much this one anymore, I suppose. They gave control of that over to the Tyranns some time ago, didn’t they?”

  Arlo didn’t miss the sarcasm in Cord’s voice. “Yes, they certainly did. Why did Cortez let you get arrested in the first place?”

  “I told you. We haven’t spoken in years. And I didn’t contact him when I was sitting in jail. I don’t know who did. One day my attorney came in with a note from Quentin, a childhood friend. I haven’t seen him lately, either, but based on what the note said, he still keeps in touch with my family.”

  “What did the note say?”

  Cord shrugged. “Nothing much. Just that Cortez was aware of what had happened, and he was trying to help me. I didn’t hear anything after that, and then I was sent here.”

  “Why didn’t you use his influence to get out?”

  “Because I’m not like that, okay? I haven’t bothered with them for years. Why should I take advantage of them now that I’m in hot water? It’s not right.”

  “So why bring it up, then?”

  Cord stood and paced the room. “Because I can’t do this. I mean, I can and I will, for her sake. But this isn’t right. I don’t mean sharing her. I have nothing against you, and I don’t give a damn how foolish I look in front of a crowd. But that girl … she shouldn’t have to do this. Do you understand what I mean? This isn’t her fight. It’s not right to do this to her, or to any of them.”

  Cord ran his hands through his hair and Arlo leaned back, smiling. “She got to you. One day with her and she got under your skin.”

  Cord shot him a dark look. “So? Are you really going to sit there with a smug grin on you
r face and tell me you’re completely unaffected by this?”

  “No, of course not. I agree with you that she doesn’t deserve this. None of the Earth women do. But neither do we. The charges against us both are bullshit. I think we finally agree on that, don’t we?”

  “Yes.”

  Arlo leaned forward. “But even if your cousin can help, how are we supposed to contact him?”

  “He might hear where I am.”

  “He might, but what can he actually do about it? He has no influence with the courts or you wouldn’t have been sent here at all. And if he tries to help you, it might jeopardize him and your family.”

  “I know that.”

  “So how do you want to handle this?”

  Cord shook his head. “I don’t know. Let me think about it.”

  “Fair enough.” Arlo stood. “But for now I suggest we both try to sleep.”

  After Cord left, Arlo lay awake in his room for a long time, letting the memories of what it felt like to hold Fallon wash over him. Fucking her was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Even the woman he’d visited here on this planet years ago hadn’t been as much fun or so passionate.

  But he wasn’t a fool. He knew she was intelligent enough to realize she was backed into a corner, and was doing this to save her own life. She might even be doing it to save them from further harm, but they weren’t the ones being threatened with a fate that included gang-rape without rules or restrictions. The Tyranns would simply place another Earth woman in here with him and Cord if Fallon was taken away.

  No. She was doing this mainly to save herself, and it was better for both him and Cord if neither man allowed any delusions about her feelings toward them to take root. She was obviously physically attracted to them, but they’d never have her heart. They were prisoners. All three of them. Prisoners who were now forced into a sexual relationship. That’s all this was.

  Arlo turned onto his side and punched the pillow into a shape that allowed him to nestle his head just right, but it still didn’t help. He could still taste her and smell her. His dick was rock hard again at the mere thought of that tight, hot pussy. Her asshole was so tight it had actually hurt to fuck it. And her silky smooth mouth could take the entire length of his cock.