Capturing Carmen

by K. A Knight

  Harlow, Shiloh, Tatiana, and even Daisy hustle through. I fall in place behind them with a smile on my lips. The metal fencing slaps shut behind me.

  Perfect.

  You’d never know I’d cut it if you weren’t looking closely.

  I raise my gaze above me. The full moon is out and bright stars litter the sky. I realise I never take the time to appreciate their beauty.

  I wonder if Oxious has stars like this.

  I mean, we’ve never actually seen pictures of the planet or the aliens that inhabit it. I think they are afraid we might try and hurt ourselves or take our own lives if we see the beasts we’ll be given to… Pushing those thoughts aside, I focus on my fellow Harvest Girls.

  Shiloh is wearing a little black number, her long, red hair hanging down her back. Tatiana looks striking in a white, glittery dress, making her tanned skin look even darker, her features more exotic as her hazel eyes dance with delight.

  I stifle a laugh as I glance at Daisy, who tugs at her pale pink dress, trying to cover all the parts I purposely wanted to expose. Harlow seems indifferent, her black hair braided and thrown over one pale shoulder, rocking a slinky red dress.

  Damn, we look hot.

  These human boys won’t know what to do with the Harvest Girls.

  I laugh and push through the girls, heading into the dense trees, following a slightly worn path. This isn’t the first time I’ve snuck out and headed into Lost Nation, the human city bordering the Harvest compound. I mean, what’s a girl supposed to do for fun around here? There is only so much trouble I can cause in one house, so why should I confine myself to such meagre means of fun?

  Twigs snap behind me as the girls stay hot on my heels. The rustle of leaves above me makes me feel at peace. I’ll miss the sound of the wind howling through them. Chirping crickets silence their music as we pass, making our journey quiet save for my raging thoughts.

  I’ve taken so many things on Earth for granted, and soon, it will be gone from my existence forever, only living on in my memories.

  I can’t get the image of Shiloh out of my mind, hard as I try. I sneak a glance over my shoulder and catch her blue gaze. Her cheeks redden and she bites her lip, averting her eyes from mine.

  Yeah. I feel you, girl.

  Not long after we started, the trees thin out, leaving us on the edge of a hill. Below us, Lost Nation comes into view, spreading across the valley. Tall buildings with blaring billboards advertising anything from the newest Broadway show to the closest brothel alight the city in a blaze of colours. But I pay their glowing screens no mind. Instead, I focus on a smaller building right at the edge of town.

  The locals call it a ‘frat house,’ a place where like-minded college boys live while they further their studies. Twirling my shoes in my hand, I head down the steep slope. The backyard of said frat house, Alpha Omega, comes into view. The in-ground pool is lit by some underwater lights, people—all human—splash in the blue liquid. Thumping bass from the blaring music hits my ears and a smile crosses my face.

  “Get ready, girls,” I warn, as we come up to the tall, wooden fence behind the house. We all put our shoes back on, pick rogue leaves off our clothes, and slather our lips with gloss.

  “Quit fucking around and get us in there,” Shiloh chides, rubbing her hands together.

  “Okay, boss lady. Right this way.” I walk around the side of the house and find the gate to the backyard open. With smiles on our faces—well, all but Daisy who looks terrified—we waltz in like we own the fucking place.

  “Care for a drink, ladies?” a cute guy asks, flashing an award-winning smile at us. He shakes his blond hair away from his eyes and heads over to the kegerator in the corner.

  “Hell yeah,” I respond, following him to the beer cooler. He takes a red Solo cup and pulls the handle, allowing the amber liquid to flow freely into the cup. He repeats the process four more times, until we’re all armed with beers. The girls disperse, making their way around the party, leaving me alone with this super cute guy.

  “Thanks,” I say, before bringing the cup to my lips. Our eyes lock and I give him a wink before I guzzle every last fucking drop. His brows arch in surprise, and a mischievous smile plays on his lips.

  “Ahh,” I exclaim, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Care to get me another?” I request, batting my eyes.

  His eyes darken as he takes my cup after looking me up and down. The muscles in his back ripple as he turns and pours me more. His swim trunks sit low on his hips, accentuating a trail of blond hair diving below the waistband. The wet suit clings to his skin, outlining his cock perfectly.

  Not too big, not too small.

  Maybe he’s a grower and not a shower.

  I bite my lip and smile when he catches me staring at his junk, but my cheeks don’t redden with embarrassment like poor Daisy’s would have. I want him to know my intentions. There’s no point in beating around the bush on quite possibly my last night of freedom. There are cocks to be ridden and men to destroy.

  “Are you tired, beautiful?” he inquires, handing back the refilled cup. “Because you’ve been running through my mind all day.”

  Okay, he just took a step down the hotness ladder, but instead of verbalizing my gag, I simply smile and run a finger down his chest. A cock’s a cock even if it’s attached to a douche.

  “I’m Carmen,” I tell him, ignoring his horrible pickup line. “And you are…”

  “Dallas. And this here,” he grabs another strapping young man with dark hair and eyes, “is Ryan.”

  “Hey, Ryan,” I coo, sweeping my hair over my shoulder. I push out my chest and cock my hip to the side as I raise the cup to my lips once more. Their eyes take in my body, and I see Dallas’s cock thicken in his pants.

  Definitely a grower.

  “Won’t your boyfriend be upset that we’re talking to you?” Ryan asks with a smug grin. I know he’s just fishing to see if I’m available.

  Point for Ryan. We like Ryan already.

  “I don’t think so. Last I saw, he was fucking your girlfriend,” I counter with a wink, and take a sip of my beer. Ryan’s smile grows larger and he runs his fingers through his hair.

  “Looks like we should pay them back, you know, for cheating on us.” He tugs on my dark locks before running his finger over the swell of my breast. I shudder, heat pooling between my legs, the ache there still driving me wild.

  “It’s what they deserve,” I agree. Something crashes to the ground behind me. I spin, turning my back to Ryan and Dallas, to see another guy who’s dropped his phone.

  “Let me get that for you,” I offer, splaying my fingers on his chest before he can grab it himself.

  A smile pulls at my lips.

  These boys are about to get a fucking show.

  I bend slowly from my waist, knees slightly apart, feeling the air brush over my bare ass as my dress hikes up.

  “Oh fuck,” I hear Dallas groan, and my grin grows wider, knowing my pussy is perfectly on display.

  I linger for a moment longer than I should, before picking up the fallen phone. “Here you go,” I chirp, offering the guy his phone back.

  “Thanks,” he replies, tugging at his collar. I’m sure he got quite the view too. My tits are practically falling out of this dress.

  “Welcome.” Ignoring his stare, I turn back to the guys I’ve deemed mine for the night.

  Dallas and Ryan.

  I tug at the golden material covering my tits. “Enjoy the show?” I question innocently. “I have two VIP passes to the viewing with your names on them.”

  Ryan steps up to me and rubs the back of his finger over my nipple, and it hardens under his touch, pressing obscenely at the fabric of my dress. He grips my ass and threads his fingers through my hair before pulling my head to the side, and running his nose up and down my neck.

  A moan escapes my lips as Dallas stalks up behind me, his hard cock rubbing between my ass cheeks.

  “Want to go somewhere more pri
vate?” he whispers into my ear, before licking its shell.

  “Fuck yes,” I rasp. I push Ryan off me and bring the cup to my lips once more, allowing the cool beer to rush down my throat. I toss the empty cup into a recycle bin and look up at them from under my lashes. “What do you want to do to me, boys?”

  Dallas groans. “I want to make you scream my name, Carmen.”

  I laugh. “It’s you who will be screaming my name. Now, didn’t you say you had somewhere private we could go?” I twirl a strand of dark hair around my finger. “We could always stay out here if you want. I don’t mind an audience.”

  Ryan’s eyes darken before he turns me around and swats my ass. Gripping my upper arm, he leads me through the party. I glance around and catch Shiloh with her tongue down the throat of a muscled guy. His hands cup her ass as hers trail up his back.

  Daisy and Harlow are watching from the sidelines, casually drinking their beers. I salute them as I pass and Daisy looks at me with wide eyes, her jaw dropping.

  I still don’t understand why she would presume anything less from me. Poor girl needs to lower her expectations. I blow her a kiss and look around for Tatiana, but I can’t find her.

  One thing I know for sure—Tatiana can take care of her fucking self.

  Ryan slides his hand down my arm and threads his fingers with mine, before stepping in front of me. He snakes us through the party, and we pass through mazes of hallways housing dozens of rooms, each one holding more people than the last. It’s a wonder the structure hasn’t collapsed from all the weight.

  The bass sounds louder the deeper we go, and I bob to the beat as we walk. Dallas lands a slap on my ass from behind. I turn back and offer him a pout, but he just bites his lip and shakes his hair from his eyes.

  Ryan tugs me along until we reach a narrow set of stairs. He drops my hand as people pass us on the left, brushing up against my shoulder as they go. About halfway up, we stop, and I make a show of wiggling my ass at Dallas, knowing he has a perfect view.

  “Fuck,” he groans, as I raise my leg up one step farther, flashing my pussy. A second later, a finger trails through my wetness. I groan when Ryan reaches back and tugs me up the stairs.

  At the top we round a corner, and head down a hallway with doors lining both sides. I peer inside a few of them and find various people doing a variety of things. Some are playing drinking games—I spot a round of beer pong in one room and cups in another. One room has strobe lights flashing and techno music thumping as people, who are clearly drugged out of their minds, sway to the music with sweat dripping down their bodies. I narrow my eyes and notice Tatiana, her white dress almost transparent from perspiration as she moves to the newest song. She takes a sip of her drink and grinds her ass on the guy behind her.

  That’s my girl.

  Ryan pulls me along, all the way to the end, and stops in front of a closed door. He produces a key from his pocket and inserts it into the knob. A moment later, he twists the handle and pushes at the door. He holds it open for me as Dallas guides me inside with his hands on my hips.

  The room beyond is typical for a frat house, just like the others I’ve snuck inside, scattered across the town of Lost Nation. Posters depicting scantily clad women draped over muscle cars while drinking beer decorate the cinder block walls. A pair of futons, with surprisingly minimal staining, face each other, and a wooden coffee table complete with a custom beer cap top sits between them.

  Beyond the futons are a variety of workout benches, including a pair of still rings a gymnast would use. A giant TV hangs off the right wall and large speakers are tucked into every corner. A rainbow of beer cans sit on top of them, probably from the previous day’s festivities, but I don’t mind. None of that will get in the way of what I came in here for.

  The door shuts behind me, and I turn in time to see Dallas engaging the deadbolt.

  Seems they don’t want to be interrupted either.

  Good.

  I spin and plant my ass on the farthest futon. Dallas and Ryan stalk towards me, their muscled shoulders touching, blocking out the walls behind them.

  “How about we play a game of truth or dare?” I suggest, pushing my tits together with my arms.

  Dallas plops on the adjacent futon and Ryan sits beside me.

  “Okay, Carmen,” Dallas agrees, rubbing his hands together. “Truth or dare.”

  “Truth,” I answer. His face falters for just a moment.

  “Where are you from? I don’t recognise you from campus…”

  “That’s because I’m not from campus.” I lean back and uncross my legs, giving Dallas one hell of a view. “I’m a Harvest Girl.”

  “Holy shit!” Ryan exclaims beside me. “You’re one of those girls from the compound? The ones destined for the aliens?”

  “Yep, and tonight could very well be my last night on Earth.” I clasp my tits over my dress and give them a squeeze. “So I escaped.” I tweak my nipples and watch Dallas’s cock jump in his pants. “All I want is a good time, a final taste of freedom before I’m handed over to the Totiv.” I drag my hands down my body and cup my pussy. “Is that something you boys can help me with?”

  “A Harvest Girl…” Ryan trails off.

  “Yeah, we can help you,” Dallas rasps.

  I smile. “Good, because I’ve got this ache I can’t soothe and it’s right here.” I slide my finger up and down my slit. “Can one of you kiss it better?”

  “Oh fuck,” Dallas groans for like the fifth time.

  Got ‘em.

  I stand up and sway a little bit. I’m not used to drinking, and chugging those beers so quickly has gone to my head faster than I anticipated. I scratch at my arms. “This dress, it’s so itchy. Can you help me take it off?”

  Ryan jumps up swiftly, ready to help.

  “Wait!” I call out. “I forgot we were playing a game. Ryan...” I look at him pointedly. “Truth or dare.”

  “Dare, baby,” he rasps. “So much dare.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that. I dare you to take off my dress using only your teeth.”

  “Fuck.” It’s Ryan’s turn to swear this time.

  “In fact,” I begin, spotting some duct tape, “you have to let me bind your wrists first.”

  “Kinky,” he responds. My eyes trail up his muscled forearms and prominent veins. I pick up the tape and rip off a long piece with my teeth.

  “Hands out,” I coo. He offers me his wrists and I bind them securely. “Good boy. Now, where were we?”

  The crack of a beer can opening draws my attention. I turn back to see Dallas draped across the futon, watching the show with a glint in his eyes.

  I give him a smile and turn back to Ryan.

  “Face Dallas,” he orders. I spin around and bite my lip as Ryan skims his lips down my neck to the thin strap holding my dress up. Using his teeth, he grips the fabric and slips it down my arm with ease. The material catches on my nipple, keeping my breast hidden.

  He grunts and heads to the other side, clenching the strap between his teeth. This time, when he pulls it down, the material slides off my tits, revealing them to the boys.

  “Fucking perfect,” Dallas compliments from the couch. “Keep going, Ryan.”

  Sinking to his knees in front of me, Ryan bites the hem of my dress and tugs. The material is tight around my hips giving him trouble. I giggle when he has to walk on his knees around me so he can try from the back.

  “No hands, Ry,” I remind him, when I feel his fingers on the back of my leg. He quickly retracts them and continues to work on my dress with his teeth. I shimmy as he pulls and I feel the material lower, exposing the top of my ass. He heads back to my front and takes a mouthful of dress. With a grumble, the rest of the silken material slides down my body and pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but heels.

  “Holy fuck, you’re so hot,” Dallas murmurs, gripping his hard length through his swim trunks.

  “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”

  I
make a show of licking my lips slowly when Ryan chimes in, “Carmen, truth or dare.”

  “Dare,” I reply, plucking my nipples into hard peaks.

  “Thank fuck,” Ryan responds. “I dare you to cut this fucking tape off my wrists and let Dallas and me have our way with you.”

  “Deal.”

  Turns out Ryan didn’t need my help. He flexes his muscles and tears the tape in half, which only turns me on more. He stands over me, blocking my view of Dallas, and grips my hair in his hand. He tilts my head up and crashes his mouth into mine. I groan when our tongues tangle, each of us dueling for control. I reach down and grasp Ryan’s dick in my hand, giving him a firm squeeze.

  A warm body slides up behind me and a pair of hands run up and down my sides. I shudder under their touch and reach back, rubbing Dallas’s cock which is still trapped under his swim trunks.

  Dallas cups my breasts from behind and rolls my nipples between his fingers. I moan into Ryan’s mouth before breaking our kiss.

  “Dallas,” I rasp out, as I trace the head of his cock. “Truth or dare.”

  “Dare me, babe. Please, dare me.”

  I smile to myself. Let’s see how far I can push them.

  “I dare you to kiss… Ryan.”

  They both still and look at each other.

  “The fuck?” he chokes out.

  “What?” I shrug. “I think it’s hot. Come on. Make out for me, then I’ll do any dare you want.”

  “Anything?” Dallas questions behind me, his hand sliding up and down my slit.

  “Anything,” I answer breathlessly.

  It takes every ounce of will power I have to slide out from between them and take a step back.

  “Go on,” I encourage, as I sit down and recline on the futon. “Kiss each other.”

  Ryan looks at Dallas with uncertainty in his gaze. It’s clear they haven’t done this before, which only makes me hotter.

  “She said anything,” Ryan cajoles. “I mean, look at her.”

  “I won’t tell if you won’t,” Dallas says, fucking me with his eyes.

  Their profiles lean in towards each other, their lips a whisper away from touching. I hold my breath as they close the small gap, their lips brushing. Ryan pulls back for a moment and searches Dallas’s eyes. Dallas gives him a nod. Ryan licks his lips before taking Dallas’s mouth.