Fallon's Capture

by Ravenna Tate

  A buzzer sounded, making her jump again, and Arlo and Cord took places near the door as the lights dimmed and the screen rolled up. The window behind it reflected the room back to her, and she realized it must be a two-way mirror. She couldn’t hear anything on the other side, and glanced away as Cord and Arlo moved toward her, their faces full of determination.

  Fallon pictured herself at the Gershwin Theater, her favorite one, in a bizarre Broadway play. She drew her legs up and hugged her knees. “Who are? What do you want?” Her voice was full of fear, but it wasn’t fake. She wasn’t afraid of Arlo or Cord, but rather the people she couldn’t see or hear, watching and listening.

  “What do you think we want?” asked Arlo, in a very convincing voice. If she hadn’t spent the last forty-eight hours with him, she’d be fearful of him for real right now. Fallon started to get up, but they were faster. The men grabbed her, and she yelled as Arlo pinned her arms together and Cord took hold of her ankles.

  They carried her to the chaise and dumped her on top of it. She yelled again as she tried to scramble away, but that wasn’t happening. At least she didn’t have to act much. The guys were so much stronger than she was that there was no contest.

  “You aren’t going anywhere, little lady,” said Cord. He lay on top of her, and Fallon moaned, hoping the crowd was fooled. It sounded more like lust than fear, and he whispered close to her ear. “Look a bit more afraid, okay?”

  She tried to put fear on her face as he ripped her top open. The sheer dominance and strength of it made her pussy wet, and she cried out again. Her breasts were exposed, and as he grasped them in his hands and squeezed them hard, she remembered she was supposed to be fighting him.

  “Stop that! Get off me!”

  Both he and Arlo gave her a look that said “much better”. At least, that’s how she interpreted it. Once again, she tried to channel her favorite Broadway stars as she yelled louder and tried to push away Cord’s strong hands.

  “She’s a fighter,” he said.

  “We can take care of that.” Arlo strode toward a table, and Fallon followed his gaze, then cried out in protest as he carried over a coil of rope. Cord moved her arms overhead and she struggled, but he was much too strong, even if she hadn’t been pretending.

  Arlo tied her wrists together, and she’d expected the rope to be coarse, but it was soft and didn’t hurt her skin. Her pussy was soaked now. There was no way the crowd would miss that once the guys took off her skirt, but she couldn’t help it. “Don’t do that! Please. I’ll be good.”

  Cord cupped her face. “Yes, you will. You’ll be very good.” He grasped her breasts again and raked his tongue over her nipples, forcing loud moans from her. She struggled to make them sound fearful instead of lust-filled, but it was difficult. Fallon was very surprised she could respond like this right now, but she was grateful for it.

  When he let go of them, he gave her an intense gaze, and then he ripped the shirt to shreds. The sound of the fabric tearing was so loud, and all she could do was whimper as she watched the veins on his arms stand out with the effort.

  He crawled off her and then slipped a blindfold around her head. She cried out in genuine surprise as he tied it behind her head. “It will help,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re doing great.” She wished she could kiss him right now.

  One of them reached for her skirt. She kicked at him, connecting with what felt like his jaw. She flinched. She didn’t want to hurt them. But the only reaction from them was to grab her ankles and move her legs together.

  “No! Please leave me alone! Don’t do this.”

  They laughed, and it sounded forced to her ears. She hoped the crowd bought it.

  “It’s too late,” said Arlo. “You shouldn’t have come here. We warned you to stay away from us.” Her skirt was pulled off, and then they spread her legs wide and tied rope around each ankle. She felt tugging as though they were attaching the other ends of the rope to furniture legs.

  Her arms were still overhead and she brought them down across her chest, only to have them yanked back up, and more tugging as she assumed they tied the rope around her wrists to something else, too.

  “Please…” she begged, trying to put desperation and fear into her voice. “Leave me alone.”

  “Not a chance, little lady,” said Cord.

  One of them was between her legs, licking her pussy, and it was all she could do not to moan. When he pushed two fingers inside, she came, but she bit her lip to try to hide it. The other man straddled her chest and shoved his dick into her mouth, and she honestly had no idea whose it was. But it didn’t matter. She was so aroused, and as he roughly fucked her mouth, she almost forgot about the crowd.

  The man between her legs plunged his cock into her pussy, and Fallon relaxed against the chaise and enjoyed the ride. He hadn’t used any lube, but he didn’t need to. She was soaking wet. They weren’t going to let her get hurt, and she nearly cried from the realization that these two gorgeous, strong, sexy men had kept every promise they’d made to her so far.

  They switched places, and the fucking was hard and deep. It also seemed to go on for a long time, but that might have been because she was concentrating on trying to look as though she wasn’t enjoying it.

  She was getting sore, but she knew they had to make this look good. As another climax drew closer, she let her mind go blank and concentrated on nothing but the sensations. There was no crowd and no guards. They were in Cord’s or Arlo’s bed, not this silly room. If she could simply pretend that, she’d be all right.

  When they both withdrew this time, she heard shuffling in the room, and then the stiff flogger falls were passed over her pussy. She tensed, waiting, and then when the first strike landed she cried out, again trying to sound more fearful than aroused. They alternated that with one of the thin floggers they’d used on her last night, swatting her pussy more than her nipples, but they landed a fair share of the strikes on her breasts. Enough that it really hurt, and soon her moans turned to whimpers.

  Sweat broke out along her hairline, and her arms and legs ached from being in one position so long. Her pussy and mouth felt raw, but at the same time she drifted into a peaceful state where pain and pleasure became one. She had the sensation of floating above the scene, watching it. She only hoped they were enjoying this as much as she was.

  When they finally stopped, one of them straddled her chest and cupped her face. She knew from his touch it was Cord. “Had enough, bad girl?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Please. No more. I’ll be good.”

  “I don’t think she’s had nearly enough,” said Arlo.

  Cord shoved his dick into her mouth, and then Arlo sank his cock deep into her pussy and fucked her hard. Cord grasped her head and went to town in her mouth, and when Fallon came again, she could only moan softly in the back of her throat as wave after wave of contractions washed over her.

  Everything was sore now, but she simply kept breathing because she knew she could do this. She had her safeword if she really needed it, and she knew the guys would be as careful as possible. She trusted them.

  When they withdrew again, she heard a buzzer. The sound of the screen rolling down confused her until they untied her quickly, and her blindfold was removed.

  “Ten minutes,” said Arlo. “Come on.” He took her hand and led her out of the room, into his room, and then into his bathroom. “I’ll leave you for a moment.”

  She took care of business, and then joined him and Cord in the bedroom. They took turns holding her close.

  “Are you okay?” asked Arlo, handing her a bottle of water.

  “We’re so sorry we had to fuck you so roughly,” said Cord.

  “I’m okay.” She drained the bottle, and then he handed her another one.

  They both examined her body as if they were checking a small child for bruises after she’d fallen off her bike.

  She finished the second bottle of water. “Was that one hour?” She’d lost all track
of time.

  “Yes. You didn’t know? You slipped away there toward the end.” Cord’s voice was full of concern.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” asked Arlo.

  She snuggled against his warm body, and then realized they were also both naked. “When did you take off your pants?”

  “Not sure. After we took off your skirt, I think.”

  “Where are those guards?” she asked in a low voice.

  “The common room,” said Arlo. “And Walton is here now, too.”

  Hot fear sliced through her. “Why?”

  “We don’t know,” said Cord, rising. “It’s time to get back inside.”

  Fallon clung to their hands as she followed them into the room. Once they were inside, one of the guards came toward them from the common room, leered at her naked body, and then slammed the door shut and locked it.

  She shivered, closing her eyes for a few seconds. What did Walton want? Was her performance not convincing enough? What if they took her out of here, after all? What if they decided Arlo and Cord weren’t doing a good enough job and took them away?

  As they helped Fallon back into the same position she’d been in when the buzzer had sounded signaling the beginning of the break, she steeled herself for the second hour, determined to do a better job. She had to stay here with Cord and Arlo now. They’d promised her to take her along if Cord’s cousin could help them, and she knew that was her only way out of this prison.

  Chapter Eleven

  This time, Fallon didn’t react to the sound of the screen rolling up. The guys untied her and she tried to scramble off the chaise, but they were faster. It was just as well that they caught her because they’d also put her blindfold back on and she didn’t want to fall. But now she decided to work extra hard to make this more convincing.

  “Leave me alone! Please! I’m so tired.”

  Arlo laughed, and now it sounded less forced. “We don’t care how tired you are. We’re not even warmed up.” One of them held her arms and the other held her legs as they carried her. When she was placed on her feet again, they pushed her over onto what felt like the chair she’d been sitting in. She tried to move away, but one of them smacked both ass cheeks, hard. She yelled, and this time it was only half fake because her ass was sore from all the impact play.

  “You’ll get more than you bargained for if you keep trying to fight us,” said Cord.

  “What are you going to do to me?”

  One of them placed a pillow under her head while the other one moved behind her and grabbed her arms. His dick rubbed up against her ass crack, and Fallon moaned. He pulled her arms behind her back, and the other man fit cuffs around her wrists and clipped them together. Then someone slid two fingers into her ass, and she was thankful they had lube on them.

  “Want to guess what’s going in there next?” asked Cord, his voice full of dark humor. She shivered at the tone in it.

  “No … please don’t fuck me in the ass. I’ll be good. I swear it.”

  “Too late. We’ve given you too many chances, and now we have to teach you a lesson.”

  She heard the sound of condoms, and then one of them slid his dick into her ass. She cried out, trying to make it sound more painful than pleasurable, and was grateful that he wasn’t slamming into her because that would have hurt for real. The other man played with her breasts, and when the one fucking her reached underneath to flick her clit, she couldn’t stop the moans.

  “See?” asked Arlo. “She likes this.” He smacked her hard on the ass. “Admit it. You love it when we fuck you hard like this.”

  “No. I hate it.”

  Cord pulled out, and when he moved away from her she tried to stand, but strong hands held her down. Arlo pushed his cock into her ass and fucked her a bit rougher than Cord had done, but it still sent desire racing through her. “You love this.” He rubbed her clit, and her orgasm poised there, ready to explode. “Say you love it.”

  “I won’t say it. I hate it!”

  He withdrew, and then they placed cuffs around her ankles with something in between to hold them shoulder-width apart. “She needs a bit more persuasion,” said Arlo.

  Fallon heard the whistle in the air before a paddle came down across both ass cheeks. She yelled loudly, and there was no need to fake this one. “Holy shit! What is that?”

  “This is what we do to bad girls who can’t admit how much they love being fucked,” said Cord.

  She had no idea who was swatting her, but he wasn’t holding back. She cried out and tried to squirm away, but there was no place to go. He gave her five very hard swats, and tears stained the inside of her blindfold.

  When one of them slipped his dick into her asshole again, he’d obviously put lube on the condom, and once again she was grateful for it. But her ass cheeks were seriously on fire. “I’m so sorry,” whispered Cord, close to her ear. “Five more swats from Arlo and that’s the last of the impact play. You’re doing great. Hang in there.”

  Her breath came in short gasps as the emotions raced through her. How could she do this every few days? And for how long? How many weeks, months, or years would they expect her to do this? She’d have permanent bruises on her ass. How long would it be before she no longer enjoyed sex at all, knowing this was how it would be with Cord and Arlo every time? She’d need the days in between performances just to recover, which meant they’d have no time at all to make love in private.

  When Arlo pulled out, she whimpered softly, knowing what was coming. “Please … please don’t paddle me again.”

  He caressed her tender ass cheeks. “But you deserve it, bad girl. Surely you know that.”

  “I don’t,” she whispered.

  The paddle came down across both cheeks, and she cried out, gritting her teeth. She knew she could safeword, but Cord had said this would be the end of it, so she was determined to take it. She didn’t want to do anything that would cause Walton to take her or the guys away.

  When he was finally done and Cord was taking his turn fucking her in the ass, Arlo whispered in her ear, “I am so proud of you right now. We will make this up to you. I promise.” He kissed her on the cheek and she hoped no one had noticed, and then the tears came again. But this time she cried because she was overwhelmed at the tenderness they’d shown her.

  They had to do this in order to survive, but at the same time, they were trying so hard to make sure she really was all right. It was more than she could have expected, but she also knew she couldn’t do this for the rest of her life.

  When Cord withdrew, the guys took the cuffs off her ankles, but left on the blindfold, and they left her arms cuffed behind her back. They turned her around and sat her in the chair, and it really hurt because her ass was so tender.

  “Just a bit longer,” he whispered Cord, close to her ear.

  “What are you going to do to me?” Her voice sounded desperate and plaintive, which she hoped pleased the crowd, but she hadn’t wanted this to be nothing more than a show. These men were so sexy and warm, and they’d treated her with respect and kindness. She wanted to be able to enjoy them, even under these circumstances. But how could any of them turn off the reality of what was on the other side of that window?

  Her blindfold was removed, and she gazed up into Arlo’s face. His eyes were full of tenderness and concern, and she hoped the crowd couldn’t see his expression clearly. He faced the window at an oblique angle, so it was likely they could only clearly see her face right now.

  He cupped her face. “You’re going to do one more thing for us, and you deserve this, you little slut.”

  She blinked back fresh tears. It was part of the act and she knew that, but she hadn’t expected to be called names like that. When he rubbed his dick over her lips, she tasted pre-cum, and wondered how they’d held out for so long.

  “Open your mouth.”

  She shook her head, giving one last-ditch effort at her subpar acting skills. It paid off. Arlo tugged her hair, good and hard, and Fallon�
��s cry of surprise was real.

  Cord moved next to her so that he faced the window, and grasped her hair as well. “You’re going to take both of us into your mouth. You’re going to suck our cocks, and then you’re going to swallow our cum.”

  She shook her head again, her clit throbbing with the excitement. This she could still handle. Her mouth was the one thing on her body not sore past the point of pleasure.

  Cord held her head still with both hands, and even if she hadn’t been acting, she wouldn’t have been able to break free of his grip. Her arms were still cuffed behind her back, but her legs were free. When she moved them as if she were about to kick Arlo, he stepped closer, pinning them together with his strong thighs.

  Arlo told her again to open her mouth, and then he brushed his dick all over her face, which only excited her even more. He let go of his cock and grasped her breasts, squeezing them hard. “Open your mouth or I’ll twist your nipples until you scream in pain.”

  She swallowed hard. Even as part of the act, she didn’t want him to do that, so she opened her mouth. He let go of her breasts and shoved his dick into her mouth. He fucked her deep and hard, but she was ready for it. Just for good measure, she moaned loudly and tried to move her head. Cord was too strong, and once again she’d suspected she wouldn’t be able to break free of his grip anyway. Fallon hoped the crowd was enjoying this because she didn’t want them to take her out of here.

  When Arlo came, she expected him to keep his cock inside until she swallowed all of his cum, but instead he pulled out and splashed it all over her face. Cord gripped her head even tighter, and consequently the crowd got a nice shot of Arlo painting her face with jizz.

  Cord let go of her head, and Arlo moved away. She started to get up, but Cord pushed her back down and surprised her by kneeling to take her breasts in his hands. He made a show out of gently biting her nipples and sucking them hard while Arlo pulled on her hair, forcing her head back.