Roped In (Blakes 7/Dayna/Avon / Explicit het sex)
Title:Roped In
Author:entropy_house
Rating:Explicit het sex
Word count:1301 words
Summary: Dayna ties Avon up in knots.
The prompt was: Blake's 7, Avon/Dayna: light bondage - how Dayna talks him into it/how he lets her
"So, the great huntress has her feminine side," Avon remarked idly on seeing Dayna sitting in the recreation room with a fistful of multi-colored ribbons and a very large, crudely made, doll.
"I don't know what you mean," Dayna said, looking up at him with some puzzlement.
"Playing with dolls."
Dayna looked at the doll, and laughed. "Oh, that's not a doll, it's a quarter-size test model. I can visualize what I'm trying to do, but it's much easier with a three-dimensional model." She sighed. "But I'm absolutely awful at making test models."
Intrigued, Avon moved closer. "Why, what's wrong with it?"
"For one thing, it's got no bones, so it won't bend like a real person." Dayna grabbed the arms on the doll and shoved them in back, up high, and tied the ribbon around them. "Now, if that had been a Federation trooper, he'd be screaming in agony." She scowled, but then turned to Avon and smiled. "You could help me."
Avon raised his eyebrows. "Even if I were qualified to make the sort of detailed android you require, I haven't the materials."
Dayna let out an exasperated sigh. "No, don't be silly. I just meant that you could let me tie you up and see what's most effective."
Avon blinked. "I don't actually fancy screaming in agony, Dayna."
"Yes, but you're experienced! I saw how you held up when they were trying to get you to talk on Sardos. There isn't anyone else here who'd be any use to me at all." She looked at Avon, her eyes wide in appeal. "I mean, Tarrant would be all brave, but he wouldn't have anything to compare it to, Vila would faint, and I bet Soolin would go all ice-face on me. Please, Avon? I promise to stop the moment you say so."
"I can't see the utility of the exercise. We shoot troopers, not tie them up and torture them."
Dayna gave Avon a feral grin. "Servalan. If I ever get a chance, I want to make her death last. Not just for my father, but for Cally, and her people."
"Well, that's a worthwhile cause, I admit."
"Please, Avon!" Dayna sniffled. "I won't ever ask you for anything else again."
"Oh, all right." Avon took off his jacket. "I can spare an hour."
"Fine!" Dayna bounced up and went over to the door, locking it. "So we won't be distracted."
"Where do you want me?"
"Oh, on the exercise mat, I think. That way if you wriggle around, nothing will be broken."
"I do not wriggle." Avon took off his vest and shirt and went over to the exercise mat.
"Good, now just sit there a moment." Dayna came up behind Avon and knotted the ribbon elaborately around his arms, trussing up his elbows, and throwing a loop over his neck. "How's that?"
"Uncomfortable." Avon tested the bonds and grunted. "Unbreakable. What are those ribbons?"
"Nothing special. I borrowed them from Soolin. It's not so much the material, it's the fact that you can't get leverage." She tied his wrists together next, leaving a long ribbon dangling. "The rest of your clothes are in the way," she said, firmly, and pushed Avon onto his back.
"Dayna!"
"What, are you hurting too much already?"
Avon subsided. "No, get on with it."
Dayna unlatched the tabs on Avon's boots and pulled them off. "Oh! No wonder you run like a crippled gallinox! These boots weigh a ton!"
"Let's keep the personal remarks to a minimum and get on with the torture."
"Well, if you won't take a sensible suggestion..." Dayna unzipped Avon's trousers. "Lift up a bit, can't you?"
Avon leaned back on his bound arms and winced. "This is actually quite painful," he remarked as she pulled off his trousers.
"Well, no wonder, wearing leather without underthings. They are sexy trousers, though." Dayna inspected them. "I wonder if I could fit into them?"
"DAYNA!" Avon glared at her.
She looked sad. "Lauren and I used to share our clothes all the time."
Avon shut his mouth and his glare softened. "Let's just get on with your experiment."
Dayna nodded. "Spread your legs. I want to see how vulnerable that makes you feel."
"It's not the same for a man as a woman," Avon remarked as he obeyed and she tied his feet to the corners of the exercise mat.
"True." Dayna reached out and caressed Avon's cock.
"DAYNA!" Avon's shout was pure outrage.
"Oh, come on, I saw you when they were twisting your arm. You got off on it! The way you were moaning was so obvious, I was surprised they didn't bend you over the table and take you."
"Dayna, this isn't about Servalan, is it?"
"No." Dayna stroked Avon's cock and looked at him hopefully. "But I thought that maybe you'd like bondage, once you tried it."
"Dayna... you don't know the first thing about it."
"I know that you're responding to it." Dayna smiled down at Avon's groin. "Look, if you really don't want to do it, just say so, and I'll let you go. But I think it would be fun for both of us. You wouldn't have to feel that you were taking advantage of me, or that maybe you'd get carried away and hurt me."
"What about you and Tarrant?"
"Tarrant's nice, but we don't own each other." Dayna stopped stroking Avon. "I hadn't thought... do you and Blake have an exclusive arrangement?"
"Blake?" Avon laughed. "No. Blake and I have no sort of arrangement. I am not a lover of men."
"Oh." Dayna looked puzzled. "But what about that time with Vila?"
"I was drunk."
"And Tarrant?"
"He was drunk."
"Oh. Well, do I have to get you drunk?" Dayna played with Avon's balls. "Or really hurt you?"
Avon drew a deep breath. "Dayna."
"Yes, Avon?"
"All right, you win. I admit it, bondage does excite me, and you excite me.
Dayna squealed happily and stripped off her jumpsuit. "You won't regret it, Avon!" She lay on top of him, pressing his bound arms against the mat, and kissed him. "Oh, yes," she said finally coming up for air. "Even better than I remembered." She nipped sharply at his mouth.
Avon moaned and arched up against her. She sighed and bit a line down his throat. "A little pain makes it better, doesn't it?" She found the long ribbon dangling from his wrists, and brought between his legs and up to tie around his cock and balls. Every time he moved his arms he either half-choked himself or pulled at his genitals. Avon's eyes went distant and his breath was fast and shallow.
"Oh, Dayna, that's good."
Dayna smiled and kissed him again. "I want you."
"You have me."
"So I do." Dayna held him still and gasped as she mounted him, and he filled her. Avon muttered something and tried to thrust. The way he was tied, he couldn't manage it. After a few moments he gave up and lay back and let her have her way with him.
They didn't exchange love-words, and their kisses were full of teeth on both sides. Dayna used her fingernails on him liberally, and he cursed and demanded more. Finally they were both done. She untied him and they lay side by side. Avon closed his eyes. After a few minutes, he began snoring.
Dayna grinned and got up. She stretched and got dressed, and then found a tablecloth. She shook it out and laid it softly over him. "Rest well, Avon." She dimmed the light and left the room.
Avon's eyes opened and he stared bleakly into the night. He picked up a ribbon and curled it around one wrist. He said softly, "Oh, no, Anna. You never let me go."
Author:entropy_house
Rating:Explicit het sex
Word count:1301 words
Summary: Dayna ties Avon up in knots.
The prompt was: Blake's 7, Avon/Dayna: light bondage - how Dayna talks him into it/how he lets her
"So, the great huntress has her feminine side," Avon remarked idly on seeing Dayna sitting in the recreation room with a fistful of multi-colored ribbons and a very large, crudely made, doll.
"I don't know what you mean," Dayna said, looking up at him with some puzzlement.
"Playing with dolls."
Dayna looked at the doll, and laughed. "Oh, that's not a doll, it's a quarter-size test model. I can visualize what I'm trying to do, but it's much easier with a three-dimensional model." She sighed. "But I'm absolutely awful at making test models."
Intrigued, Avon moved closer. "Why, what's wrong with it?"
"For one thing, it's got no bones, so it won't bend like a real person." Dayna grabbed the arms on the doll and shoved them in back, up high, and tied the ribbon around them. "Now, if that had been a Federation trooper, he'd be screaming in agony." She scowled, but then turned to Avon and smiled. "You could help me."
Avon raised his eyebrows. "Even if I were qualified to make the sort of detailed android you require, I haven't the materials."
Dayna let out an exasperated sigh. "No, don't be silly. I just meant that you could let me tie you up and see what's most effective."
Avon blinked. "I don't actually fancy screaming in agony, Dayna."
"Yes, but you're experienced! I saw how you held up when they were trying to get you to talk on Sardos. There isn't anyone else here who'd be any use to me at all." She looked at Avon, her eyes wide in appeal. "I mean, Tarrant would be all brave, but he wouldn't have anything to compare it to, Vila would faint, and I bet Soolin would go all ice-face on me. Please, Avon? I promise to stop the moment you say so."
"I can't see the utility of the exercise. We shoot troopers, not tie them up and torture them."
Dayna gave Avon a feral grin. "Servalan. If I ever get a chance, I want to make her death last. Not just for my father, but for Cally, and her people."
"Well, that's a worthwhile cause, I admit."
"Please, Avon!" Dayna sniffled. "I won't ever ask you for anything else again."
"Oh, all right." Avon took off his jacket. "I can spare an hour."
"Fine!" Dayna bounced up and went over to the door, locking it. "So we won't be distracted."
"Where do you want me?"
"Oh, on the exercise mat, I think. That way if you wriggle around, nothing will be broken."
"I do not wriggle." Avon took off his vest and shirt and went over to the exercise mat.
"Good, now just sit there a moment." Dayna came up behind Avon and knotted the ribbon elaborately around his arms, trussing up his elbows, and throwing a loop over his neck. "How's that?"
"Uncomfortable." Avon tested the bonds and grunted. "Unbreakable. What are those ribbons?"
"Nothing special. I borrowed them from Soolin. It's not so much the material, it's the fact that you can't get leverage." She tied his wrists together next, leaving a long ribbon dangling. "The rest of your clothes are in the way," she said, firmly, and pushed Avon onto his back.
"Dayna!"
"What, are you hurting too much already?"
Avon subsided. "No, get on with it."
Dayna unlatched the tabs on Avon's boots and pulled them off. "Oh! No wonder you run like a crippled gallinox! These boots weigh a ton!"
"Let's keep the personal remarks to a minimum and get on with the torture."
"Well, if you won't take a sensible suggestion..." Dayna unzipped Avon's trousers. "Lift up a bit, can't you?"
Avon leaned back on his bound arms and winced. "This is actually quite painful," he remarked as she pulled off his trousers.
"Well, no wonder, wearing leather without underthings. They are sexy trousers, though." Dayna inspected them. "I wonder if I could fit into them?"
"DAYNA!" Avon glared at her.
She looked sad. "Lauren and I used to share our clothes all the time."
Avon shut his mouth and his glare softened. "Let's just get on with your experiment."
Dayna nodded. "Spread your legs. I want to see how vulnerable that makes you feel."
"It's not the same for a man as a woman," Avon remarked as he obeyed and she tied his feet to the corners of the exercise mat.
"True." Dayna reached out and caressed Avon's cock.
"DAYNA!" Avon's shout was pure outrage.
"Oh, come on, I saw you when they were twisting your arm. You got off on it! The way you were moaning was so obvious, I was surprised they didn't bend you over the table and take you."
"Dayna, this isn't about Servalan, is it?"
"No." Dayna stroked Avon's cock and looked at him hopefully. "But I thought that maybe you'd like bondage, once you tried it."
"Dayna... you don't know the first thing about it."
"I know that you're responding to it." Dayna smiled down at Avon's groin. "Look, if you really don't want to do it, just say so, and I'll let you go. But I think it would be fun for both of us. You wouldn't have to feel that you were taking advantage of me, or that maybe you'd get carried away and hurt me."
"What about you and Tarrant?"
"Tarrant's nice, but we don't own each other." Dayna stopped stroking Avon. "I hadn't thought... do you and Blake have an exclusive arrangement?"
"Blake?" Avon laughed. "No. Blake and I have no sort of arrangement. I am not a lover of men."
"Oh." Dayna looked puzzled. "But what about that time with Vila?"
"I was drunk."
"And Tarrant?"
"He was drunk."
"Oh. Well, do I have to get you drunk?" Dayna played with Avon's balls. "Or really hurt you?"
Avon drew a deep breath. "Dayna."
"Yes, Avon?"
"All right, you win. I admit it, bondage does excite me, and you excite me.
Dayna squealed happily and stripped off her jumpsuit. "You won't regret it, Avon!" She lay on top of him, pressing his bound arms against the mat, and kissed him. "Oh, yes," she said finally coming up for air. "Even better than I remembered." She nipped sharply at his mouth.
Avon moaned and arched up against her. She sighed and bit a line down his throat. "A little pain makes it better, doesn't it?" She found the long ribbon dangling from his wrists, and brought between his legs and up to tie around his cock and balls. Every time he moved his arms he either half-choked himself or pulled at his genitals. Avon's eyes went distant and his breath was fast and shallow.
"Oh, Dayna, that's good."
Dayna smiled and kissed him again. "I want you."
"You have me."
"So I do." Dayna held him still and gasped as she mounted him, and he filled her. Avon muttered something and tried to thrust. The way he was tied, he couldn't manage it. After a few moments he gave up and lay back and let her have her way with him.
They didn't exchange love-words, and their kisses were full of teeth on both sides. Dayna used her fingernails on him liberally, and he cursed and demanded more. Finally they were both done. She untied him and they lay side by side. Avon closed his eyes. After a few minutes, he began snoring.
Dayna grinned and got up. She stretched and got dressed, and then found a tablecloth. She shook it out and laid it softly over him. "Rest well, Avon." She dimmed the light and left the room.
Avon's eyes opened and he stared bleakly into the night. He picked up a ribbon and curled it around one wrist. He said softly, "Oh, no, Anna. You never let me go."