Rough and Hardcore Erotica

by Natalie Breaks

  Kaitlyn heard the thud of her mother’s heels as she stormed back down the hallway and out the back door.

  “Fine! Leave me! Leave me like everyone else in my life has.”

  She had heard this a million times. She removed her hair pieces and once again tightened it back until she was completely satisfied. She altered her netted leggings around until she was happy with everything about herself.

  Right on cue, the doorbell rang. She jumped with nerves, even though she was expecting it. She took a deep breath in and exhaled smoothly before stooping to snatch both handles of her bag in her right hand and walking confidently down the hall. She opened the door with a smile to begin the next chapter of her life.

  ***

  “Hello there. My name is Private Jackson. You must be Kaitlyn? I’m here to accompany you to base.”

  Private Jackson held out a strong hand, warmly and respectfully embracing Kaitlyn’s light grip. The Private was tall with short dark hair and warm brown eyes. He wore the traditional khaki pants and a tight white tee shirt, barely holding his ripped body. Kaitlyn allowed her eyes to wander up and down the handsome man’s body, taking him in from head to toe. His teeth glistened as he continued his gentle introduction.

  “My car is parked just outside here. Once we get to the airport and board, it shouldn’t be more than about an hour or so of a flight until we get there. The guys will be waiting to bring us the rest of the way then. Private Williams has told us a lot about you.”

  Kaitlyn had yet to speak as they made their way down the cracked pavement which connected the sidewalk with Kaitlyn’s porch. Private Jackson wasted no time in reaching for her bag, his bicep bulging as he hooked it under one arm and strode powerfully towards his car. He had popped the trunk and loaded everything, still having time to open the door of the passenger side of the vehicle, granting Kaitlyn access.

  She smiled and gently managed to utter her first words since she had opened the door for Private Jackson.

  “Thank you.” She whispered as she carefully placed a delicate hand on the back of her black dress before assuming her position, sinking into the soft leather interior of the almost brand new vehicle.

  ***

  Gradually, Kaitlyn began to come out of her shell as she started to feel comfortable in the presence of a man for the first time in her life. Private Jackson just had that way about him. She had never known a man to treat anyone with such dignity and respect before.

  “I’ll have a packet of peanuts please and whatever the lady is having too.”

  The flight was just as Jackson described it. Almost an hour in duration and not much fuss about it. Kaitlyn felt herself blushing almost the entire way over as Jackson continued to heap praise on her. He complimented her appearance and how kind and easy to talk to she was. She wondered was he being sincere as she had hardly uttered a word since they had met that afternoon. He also talked in great detail about the man that Kaitlyn would soon meet for the first time, Private Roger Williams.

  Jackson could not speak highly enough about him. Although Kaitlyn began to think that this man did not have a bad word to say about anyone or anything. She presumed that if she slapped him straight across the face he would say it was the greatest slap he had ever received. She began to take everything that the Private said with a pinch of salt, praying in her subconscious that it would all be true.

  Williams was described as one of the most mature young Privates that Jackson had ever met. He was thorough in his actions and would not rest until he had achieved what he had set out to accomplish.

  “You are a very lucky woman Ma’am. But that is not to say that he is not a lucky man. I mean, sure, I don’t know you very well yet but you sure do seem awful nice. I just hope everything works out fine for you two and that you’ll be able to live happy lives with each other for many years to come.”

  Kaitlyn blushed again as Jackson’s enthusiasm wafted around the aircraft.

  “Can I have your attention please? We are beginning our descent. We are due to land in approximately ten minutes, could I ask all passengers to please return to your seats, fasten your belts and return your seats to the upright position. Thank you very much.”

  The captain’s voice cut off as Jackson and Kaitlyn carried out these instructions before sitting back and remaining silent for the last few minutes of their journey. It was the first period of prolonged silence that they had shared. They sat, comfortable in each other’s company, as the tyres of the plane screeched against the smooth surface of the runway before finally slowing to a complete stop as the seatbelt light flashed off above their heads.

  ***

  “Ah Kaitlyn. Nice to meet you. You’re very welcome. My name is Sergeant Smith and this here is my colleague, Sergeant Jones.”

  The young woman reached out a tentative hand and lightly shook the firm grips of both Sergeants. Her anxiety levels rose as she stared at the multitude of badges that adorned the chests of both men. Smith and Jones stood as tall as they could, chests out and shoulders back as they revelled in their own importance. Like Jackson, they both had short dark hair but they differed greatly in their physiques. While Jackson was toned and well built, both Sergeants were far heavier, carrying some weight that suggested they had advanced from the ranks of heavily trained Privates to Sergeants, more accustomed to administration work behind desks. Although they were heavier, their physiques still suggested that they had been in tremendous shape at some point in their lives. Their bodies were strong and intimidating. They both turned, stony faced to Jackson who stood straight and tall before them saluting both men.

  “Jackson. I trust everything was in order and you had no problems. I hope the young lady had a most comfortable and enjoyable trip.”

  “Oh, I did, um Sergeant. I sure did. Everything was really nice and Private Jackson here could not have been more friendly and courteous.”

  Smith and Jones smiled back at the nervous young woman.

  “I’m glad to hear that”, Jones finally replied, lowering the tone of his voice as he sensed Kaitlyn’s emanating nerves.

  “Shall we make our way to the car? I’m sure you’re looking forward to getting some rest and meeting Private Williams. He has told us a lot about you and it will be a pleasure for us to have you with us for the next few days. Always remember that if you need anything we will always be around the base, just give us a call and we will do whatever we can. Now, we’re just parked around the corner here. Not far to go now.”

  Jones forced a smile in an attempt to settle the young woman. Kaitlyn sensed that he was not at his most comfortable, but hey, he was making an effort. Right now she just wanted to arrive at this “base” that they kept talking about and meet her future husband. The man that she had no doubt that she would fall in love with. The man of her dreams.

  ***

  The car sped over the pebbled drive way as it meandered its way to the sea of log cabins sprawled out ahead. Kaitlyn stared out each window of the vehicle intently. The car had entered through large metal gates which were painted black. Sergeant Smith had opened them using an electronic remote as they approached, the gates opening slowly and systematically, just wide enough for the car to pass through, before they snapped shut again. The driveway split in two. Smith pointed the nose of the vehicle to the left as the grey pebbles were crushed beneath the rubber of the tyres. Between the v shaped driveway lay acres of perfectly manicured grass, upon which a number of Privates were being taken through their paces.

  The driveway seemed never ending until the small log cabins appeared more clearly in focus.

  “Home sweet home you guys.” Sergeant Smith smiled back at Jackson and Kaitlyn as the car finally ground to a halt outside the largest of the cabins. While Kaitlyn was still unbuckling her seat belt, her door was opened by a tall young woman, dressed in a similar fashion to Private Jackson, khaki pants and a white tee shirt. She stepped out of the car and squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light, having been shielded by the semi tinted
windows of the vehicle. She thanked the woman that had just helped her out.

  “You’re very welcome. Follow me inside and we will get you set up with everything you need.”

  The woman smiled politely. Everyone had been so polite to her that day. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Together, they all walked in to the first cabin, the largest of the lot. Although old and rough on the outside, on the inner the establishment was clean, bright and modern. The woman walked in behind a counter and tapped a couple of keys on the keyboard of her computer.

  “Now Ma’am, you’ll be staying in cabin fourteen. We put together a few bits for you here to make your stay more comfortable. If you need anything else or if there is anything else I can help you with, just come and see me at any time. I’ll either be here or in cabin ten, which isn’t far from your own. My name is Lucy by the way.”

  Lucy smiled as she handed Kaitlyn a beautifully wrapped basket. It was covered at the top by a fluffy, white towel. Kaitlyn took it and smiled as she started to become more at ease with her surroundings.

  “Shall we get going then?” Smith asked, smiling warmly at Kaitlyn.

  “I’m sure you’re anxious to meet your husband to be.”

  The four of them walked across the pebble dashed courtyard, traversing in and out between the antique-like log cabins. Kaitlyn’s heart began to thump faster inside her black dress as she felt her body begin to heat up. She started to wonder whether or not her mother had been right. Was this really a good idea? Sure, Roger had been charming when he was messaging her each week but she had never met him in the flesh before agreeing to marry him.

  ***

  Kaitlyn finally snapped back to reality as Smith’s booming voice echoed around the courtyard.

  “Open the door Jackson, let the woman in. Have we taught you nothing here? Manners and respect are a prerequisite!”

  Both Jackson and Kaitlyn snapped back to reality as Smith half turned from scowling at Jackson before reverting to his forced gentle smile for the base’s visitor. The door of the cabin creaked open as Jackson walked through first, still carrying Kaitlyn’s heavy luggage and the basket that she was offered upon her arrival.

  Smith and Jones followed next. Smith quickly popped his head through the door of the cabin, his eyes darting throughout the room, inspecting it for anything that would be inappropriate for the young woman who was about to enter. Finally, Kaitlyn dragged her weary feet up the creaking wooden steps and followed the three men into the room.

  It was nothing like she was expecting. After visiting the first cabin and its hotel-like features, Kaitlyn was expecting to walk into the type of log cabin one would be accustomed to on a romantic weekend break away to a nice, scenic location. What she stepped into was far from that. The door opened to one large room, lined on either side with single beds. Each bed was maintained with black, iron posts and tiresome grey sheets with thin blankets and pillows. There were twelve of these beds in total, six on either side, meticulously spaced.

  Apart from these twelve beds, the room was completely bare. Nothing was painted. The shelter, for want of a better word, was exactly the same on the outside as it was on the inside. Cold, withered and wooden.

  Smith advanced forwards, pacing to the very top of the room before stopping and turning on his heel.

  “This is where you will be staying Ma’am. We have cleared out all of the young men who once occupied this space and moved them away for the duration of your stay. I know it’s not much but I hope it will be enough to get you by for your short stay. There is a bathroom just next door, which we have instructed all of our soldiers to stay well away from so you can be guaranteed your privacy.”

  With that, Smith stopped and looked curiously around the room.

  “Jackson, where is Williams?”

  Jackson looked back at Smith, an equally curious expression spreading across his face. As the three men glanced confused looks at each other, Kaitlyn heard the door slowly creak open behind her. A young man turned his head around the door, glancing nervously inside.

  “Ah, Williams! We were wondering where you had taken off to! We thought you had gotten cold feet or something!”

  Kaitlyn’s heart skipped a beat as she inspected the young specimen of a man from the top down. He took a step inside, yet to make eye contact with anybody in the room.

  “Sorry Sir. No, um, no of course I didn’t. I was just, um, I was”

  “That’s not important now, the main thing is that you’re back and you’re here now.” Jones bellowed, physically shaking the room with his dominant tone.

  ***

  Kaitlyn kept her eyes fixed on the specimen of a man that had just entered the room and her world. Roger Williams kept his head down as he walked into the room, his shy and submissive nature evident for all to see. Straight away Kaitlyn noticed his rugged appearance and powerfully built body. From his messaging she had always known him to be a quiet, bashful sort and therefore she never pictured him to be as physically appealing as he was.

  His khaki pants, just like Jackson’s were baggy and gave little away, but his upper torso bulged through his white tee shirt. His abs were clearly visible through the hugging fabric. Each ab was defined and outlined by a hollow pith which separated each block of rock hard muscle. His skin looked like it was being sucked in to his insides as he carried no visible traces of fat. His chest barrelled out in front of him, curving down to his perfectly flat stomach. But what Kaitlyn noticed more than anything were his bulging, rippling biceps. The pristine, white tee shirt strained to contain them. Her mouth opened slightly as she gasped in amazement at the throbbing veins running down the length of his arms.

  Just like all of the men she had seen so far, Roger’s hair was cut short, but his was fairer than the others. When he finally summoned the courage to raise his head and take in the scene in the room, Kaitlyn noticed that his eyes were a light shade of blue. They glanced at her. He looked slightly embarrassed with all of his colleagues still standing in the room and he quickly shot his eyes back to the floor again, maintaining eye contact with her for little more than five seconds.

  ***

  Smith sat on the bed at the far end of the room and patted the mattress to the right hand side of the bed.

  “Why don’t you try out your new home Kate?” he smiled innocently as Jackson walked over and laid her belongings down to one side of the head of the bed. Kaitlyn smiled courteously as she walked across the room, her heels tapping lightly against the wooden floor. She sat down on the narrow bed beside Sergeant Smith, who shuffled in to sit right next to her, hip to hip. Kaitlyn shivered slightly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, but yet in absolute awe just by being in the same room as the four hunks of men that surrounded her.

  “I’m sure that you’re really going to love it here Kate. And as I’ve said, if there’s anything that we can do that could possibly make your stay any sweeter you know what to do.”

  Smith moved his left hand slowly across the bed sheet and slid it onto Kaitlyn’s hip, allowing it to flow across her silky black dress down towards her knee. He barely noticed the chance in texture as his rough hand glided from the black silk across the lavishly tanned skin of her upper thigh. She shuddered with surprise as the powerful Sergeant began to caress slow sensuous circles with his fingertips on her bare skin, all the while staring at the shy Roger who merely bowed his head in defeat.

  Kaitlyn bit her tongue as she revelled in this new found attention. The attention which she never found at home nor which she ever sought at school. Now, as she finally became a woman after nineteen long years, she longed to be held captive to the four studs before her.

  “Jackson and Williams here, are going through a very particular type of training at the moment. I’m sure your wonderful fiancée has told you all about it. So far they have completed all the physical demands and tasks that we have placed in front of them. But we run a very special type of academy here. The type of academy that prepares our men for everything t
hat could possibly happen out there in the real world. Do you know where I’m coming from?”

  Kaitlyn bit her lip as she nodded, hoping that the blatantly obvious hints that Smith was dropping were in fact what she believed them to be. She glanced over at Sergeant Jones who was standing to one side of the bed. He winked at her and she instinctively winked back. Jackson and Roger stood side by side, both still staring down at their tan boots, unsure of where to look or what to do.

  Without warning, Smith leaned in and planted a seductive kiss on her cheek. It was as though Kaitlyn’s brain completely switched off as she sharply turned her head, ripping Smith’s lips from her cheek as she replaced it with her own lusciously soft lips. Smith’s eyebrows bolted towards the top of his head as a result of this unexpected move. He reached his right hand behind the back of her head and pulled her in close to him as he increased the intensity of Kaitlyn’s first ever kiss. She opened her mouth slowly as Smith slid his tongue inside and gently rolled it around hers, exploring her mouth as Kaitlyn felt shivers run down the length of her body.