Captured By The Warriors

by Daniella Wright

When they take off their boxers, I crane my head, wanting to see what slumbers underneath. Sure enough, two manhoods jut upright – not quite as monstrous in my fantasies, but certainly enough to inflict some serious pleasure, should either find their way inside me. Alex kisses me on my neck, sending shivers down my spine, and he cradles me from behind, taking over my breasts, as Jason gently spreads my legs and eases himself between, allowing his tongue to touch me in my most intimate place, making me gasp and shudder, and fight to keep the scream of pleasure locked within. He’s so masterful with his tongue. I hardly know what he’s doing about half the time. Sucking? Swirling? Something? Definitely something, because it’s working, and it’s working well.

  My brain can barely comprehend it, and it doesn’t help that Alex is still playing me from behind like a fiddle, caressing my globes and making me greedy for his touch. I want them both to take me hard and fast, but they seem content to make this long and drawn out.

  They want me to experience maximum pleasure, and Alex whispers this into my ear, before his teeth gently nibble at the tender flesh there. I gasp from the sensation, and hairs prickle all the way along my skin. I’m so ridiculously turned on, squirming and writhing from all the pleasure. Jason clamps down on my legs hard, preventing me from moving too much, so he can keep administering his expert flicks onto my bundle of nerves.

  It’s getting a lot harder to keep my voice silent, so I bite my lip hard, fighting to keep it discreet. They want to test my boundaries, however, and seem quite content to do everything in their power to make me scream. Alex is breathing hot air onto my neck, and it is spine shivering, electrifying and crippling all at once. I can’t resist these men.

  I sink into the waves of pleasure they deliver upon me.

  When Jason finally lifts his head from me and replaces his tongue with his incredible hardness, I take him in, and gasp as he thrusts within me, his solid body pushing into mine. The bed shakes from the movement, and my hands clutch the sides, and I brace myself, even as I feel Alex’s hardness jutting against my back.

  Alex continues to kiss all along my neck, nibble my ear, squeeze my breasts and suck on the flesh there.

  He’s clearly enjoying everything he’s doing to me. I can feel the smile of his lips upon my neck, and his teasing in the way he softly glides his fingertips over my skin, igniting the hairs there and making them rise.

  I don’t want him to be left out, and I whisper that I want to taste him in my mouth, and after a short pause, he takes me up on the offer. He carefully adjusts himself as Jason continues pumping inside me, and his erection slowly enters my mouth. I lick along his shaft, marvelling at how clean it tastes, glad secretly that he’s kept himself as tidy as possible down there, which helps to elevate the experience and make it feel much more special.

  He doesn’t push into me hard, he just gently sways his hips, allowing me to do the lion’s share of work upon him. I still feel Jason inside me, and I’m hyper aware and sensitive that I have this man’s most vulnerable body part between my lips. I’m as careful as I can be, licking, sucking, but not blowing, despite the initial name of the actual act in question.

  Which, FYI, I’ve always found a little weird.

  When Jason finishes in me, my thighs are already twitching slightly when they shift positions, so that Jason supports my back, and Alex kneels between my thighs, using his fingers at first to torment my bundle of nerves further. Jason’s already done a lot down there, stopping before the tension started coiling through my body, possibly just to keep me longing and waiting. He stops short of when he suspects the orgasm might roll out, and places his erection in me, and I’m full, happy and ecstatic to have these two men worshipping my body.

  I’m a little frustrated as well. I felt the promise of climax from his finger strokes, but he took himself away before I had the chance to shudder it out. However, since I already am so close, it means it won’t take much any more to tumble me over the edge.

  He thrusts within me hard and fast, and it’s within moments that he comes as well. I’m not quite there yet, but he doesn’t stop once he’s finished. When he pulls out of me, his fingers once more seek out my bundle of nerves, which is soaked by now from my arousal. My muscles immediately tense up. The first promise of what’s to come builds up from his quick, vigorous strokes, until my body can no longer take it. The bundle of nerves down there is ready, and tolerates harder pressure. I topple into a roaring orgasm at last. gasping and shuddering.

  It continues to resonate through me, even as the men gently finish up their jobs, stop teasing my body and wipe themselves down.

  I calm down then, and they both settle themselves at my side. All of us are fully naked. We’re all smiling like idiots.

  I feel happier and content than I’ve been in a while.

  And I’m cradled in their big, strong arms, warm and safe.

  I wonder if we should engage in post-coital talk, but I’m also sleepy. The pressures of the day are crashing down on me now, even through the fluctuation of endorphins in my blood, sending me to a happy place in my heart.

  I see the both of them are weary as well. I settle with giving each wonderful man a kiss upon their foreheads, before closing my eyes, and enjoying their arms wrapping around me, far more effective than any blanket this place can muster.

  I only hope that we’ll have the time to sleep.

  Chapter Five

  I do drift off into sleep, but it’s not for long. A massive boom shakes the walls.

  Adrenaline triggers us all awake. Oh no. We’re not sleeping now. I bolt out from between the men as they scramble to put their clothes on, and I’m slamming mine on as fast as I can as well. Civilians in the most danger will likely be flocking here, along with any fighters wounded in battle.

  Once we’re dressed, we leave the shelter, confirming our fear. The attack has started. RPG blasts have already wrecked some of the walling in the area, despite the reinforced defenses. Another grenade hurtles through the air, bouncing off a building and exploding in an empty spot, spitting up dust. Shouts and the sounds of marching boots can be heard.

  “Time to go,” Alex says. He gives me a quick, fiery kiss upon the lips, and Jason does so as well, clutching me tight, leaving me breathless, with a frantically pulsating heart.

  “Until we meet again.”

  Don’t leave me! But of course, they have to. They must fight. They hurry off with the scattered segments of troops around the town, and the few armed locals wanting to defend their home. I have to stick to the shadows, follow other medics or troops who are not directly in the line of gunfire, and scoop up any wounded that I can find.

  The place resembles a town of horrors, with the darkness constantly being lit up by flashes and explosions, and the air rife with screams. I gasp, ducking as bullets whoosh nearby, zinging off metal or burying into crumbling walls. A woman is hit in her home, and I lunge for her, but she has a fatal injury, not one I can staunch with my hands or bandages. She dies in front of me and her old grandmother, who starts wailing, before picking up her daughter’s pistol and creaking outside to shoot discriminately.

  I keep blurring through the town, helping carry people into the bunker, or tending to some on the spot. I will not cause death. I refuse to carry a gun.

  I approach the familiar sound of Barnes yelling for more of his men to cover the side walls – and I see three people scoot out of a house to line themselves again a wall where there seems to be a lot of firing – and there’s two soldiers already spitting their rounds back.

  Barnes whirls around, spots me, and beckons me over. “You. Over here! Medic!”

  Through explosions, I crouch by him and he tells me there are men injured outside of the wall – the uninjured soldiers are providing covering fire and will try to bring them in if they can get to them.

  “Make sure you stay, I think some of them got hit bad. Do your part.”

  “Of course.”

  The casualties start lining up. We drag them into th
e house, the bunker is too far away at this point. Some of the men are dead – there’s three soldiers gone, and two are injured badly. I keep praying, though it’s horrible of me to do this, that I won’t see Baker or White amongst the wounded who are being pulled in from where all the action is hitting hardest.

  I push the fear out of my mind as best as I can, and tend to the poor souls in front of me, doing everything possible to keep them alive and keep them calm.

  It’s not so long though, before it’s obvious that the battle is going south. We’re severely outnumbered, and my current charge, a young woman caught in the crossfire whilst trying to bring water to the soldiers and her husband, is lying there gasping from her lung injury.

  “You have to leave her!” Barnes roars at me. “If you stay, you’ll die!”

  “No!” I screech. This woman could be saved. She needs some care, certainly, and not to be violently removed, but I can save her.

  “You stay, you die. Your choice.”

  I gnash my teeth as he abandons me on the spot, and I see the other soldiers fleeing. I know it’s pointless to have me die here when I can save others, but it hurts to know that I am leaving this young woman to die, after everything she’s done for us.

  It hurts, but I leave, because I know that I can’t stay.

  My heart shrivels as I leave the unconscious woman behind. Moments later, a grenade flies threw the house, shattering it, and more RPGs fire onto the streets where I’m running. The enemy is everywhere. We’ve been holding out for as long as we can, but it’s still not dawn, and everyone is now squished towards the back of the city, staking the walls and alleyways for their final stand. We’re in danger, for sure.

  Desperation steers everyone to greater heights. The fortified position looks like it might be able to hold out, even with grenade fire, but it’s dubious as to how long. I shoulder through the crowd, searching, and I find Alex Baker as he’s reloading his gun. He spots me, a smile flashes over his ruggedly handsome face, and he seizes me in a brief hug.

  “Is Jason with you?”

  Alex shakes his head sadly. “Unfortunately he isn’t. We got separated when they overrun our last position.”

  The information fills me with a sense of foreboding. It’s already horrible that I had to leave that woman to die. I don’t want to lose Alex or Jason as well, not when I’m getting to know them, to like them.

  The enemy begins their inexorable advance on our final position, our last stand, and the fire is relentless both sides. It’s just ten soldiers our side with a few civilians, against what looks like dozens of insurgents, far more than we can handle. We have a death grip in the alleyways though, bitterly trading for every inch of ground we lose. I help to drag people who are caught or grazed, barely avoiding the teeth of hell myself, and I admire Alex’s skills. He’s quick, professional, even with the immense pressure of everything around him – just like Barnes.

  It’s not enough, though. One bullet sinks into Baker’s leg, not skimming it this time, and he collapses onto the ground as the bullets erupt overhead. Heart in mouth, I dash to him from the man I’m tending, ducking the shots. I reach him and I start tying a bandage around his leg to stop the bleeding after analysing the damage.

  Pain sears my side.

  I gasp, clapping a hand over the pain, and it comes away soaked in blood. I’m hit. I tighten the bandage around Alex’s leg, then slump against him as I try, feebly, feeling the blood drain out of me, to staunch the worst of it. I see people falling around me. I hear their screams above the booms and the shooting.

  It must be over. We can’t possibly survive this. They’re breaching our defenses.

  I close my eyes, preparing for the worst, when a new, bone shattering explosion rips the air.

  I hold my breath in terror as the insurgents start yelling. More explosions. Engines whining. Boots crunching the dust. English voices barking orders.

  The cavalry has arrived.

  I stare at towards the rising sun, and sigh. We made it. We held out long enough.

  We survived.

  Chapter Six

  I spend the night being patched up with a bunch of other people. It looks like with the backup, we also have another field hospital team set with them, and the wounded are quickly sorted through, with the worst being given rides to our main hospitals.

  My injury isn’t great, but I force myself out of bed as soon as I feel able to walk, to help the medics with their assessment of the injuries. More are being brought to the bunker by the minute, and we need all the hands on deck.

  The nurse who helped tend to me is less than approving, but she also sees the stubborn glint in my eyes. I’m not exactly willing to sit back and take it easy when others might be dying before me.

  I can’t leave them behind, like I did with that woman. The pain throbs through me, but I do my best to disguise it, knowing if it’s too obvious, the nurse will be chaining me to the bed without parole.

  The amount of injuries is staggering. It feels like virtually the whole town got hit, and out of the remaining original platoon, only eight made it until the end, and a few are in critical condition.

  Alex hobbles after me at one point, bored restless, and he stops in alarm when he sees me standing over Jason White, who has just been brought in, and there’s two children with him, who are near hysterical.

  “Please, please save the nice man,” one child whimpers, their English accented but clear. “He saved us.”

  The other child, slightly older, nods. His eyes flicker in emotion, and his voice quavers as he says: “He jumped in the way. He took the bullets. We owe him our lives.”

  The boy’s mother and father come in, and they jabber their thanks, bowing to the soldier, offering their prayers that he will make it.

  “No,” Alex whispers. He sees the bullet holes in his friend’s back.

  Swallowing my own anxiety, I check out the injury, and breathe a sigh of relief. No major arteries penetrated, lungs intact, but he can still go into shock, bleed out, or go with complications if the bullets aren’t removed properly.

  I do everything I can, reassuring the distraught Alex Baker that his friend will be okay. I’ll help him. He won’t die on our watch.

  He squeezes my hand briefly in thanks as I get on with it, working to make sure he doesn’t lose any more blood, taking out the two lodged bullets without damaging anything further, before disinfecting the wounds and stitching them up.

  It takes two hours, and I’m fighting my own pain the whole way, but with a quick blood transfusion from the small supply of blood we have, he’s stabilized.

  And I’m slightest woozy from blood loss.

  Jason remained unconscious through all my administrations. Alex sees me slipping as I finish up my work, and he grunts as he hobbles me to a bed and tells me in no uncertain terms to not kill myself working for other people.

  I barely utter a sentence before I’m out like a light.

  Chapter Seven

  Fast forward a couple of weeks, later, and we’re being discharged.

  The chaos of the battle is over, but we lost some good men, and a lot of innocent civilians died when they didn’t need to.

  All of us saw something that night that we would never want to see again. I still see that woman, lying injured, relying on someone like me to help her out. I still see that house being blown up, and it would have taken me with it. I hear the screams, the piteous wails of people, and I know there’s nothing glorious at all about war, nothing at all. It’s horrible and brutal and everyone thinks they’re fighting for the greater good.

  Jason and Alex saw one of their comrades have his brains splattered across the dust, they saw a kid who was kicked and beaten to death, and they saw people they had to leave behind, screaming for help, crying their feelings of betrayal.

  For Jason, saving those two children was the highlight of the entire night, to know that his body made an effective shield, that those bullets would have slammed into them, but instead, t
hey took him down. His Kevlar vest prevented the worst of the injuries, but some still got through, of course.

  We’ve all focused on recovering. We’re being sent back home, as well. All of us sustained injuries that put us out of action for a while. My injuries were worse than expected. I had ruptured intestines, and I needed some extensive surgery to not bleed out. Alex’s bone is shattered from the bullet that went through, and he’s still in splints now. Jason, of course, wasn’t allowed to move from his bed for at least two weeks, and he still needs time to fully recover.

  All of us will be getting purple hearts. It’s nice to be acknowledged that way, but it doesn’t take away the fact that we saw and experienced things that no other person should ever endure.

  I cannot get over the fact that I had to leave people behind. It doesn’t matter that it was the best decision to make, that I need to be alive to save other people.

  It still doesn’t take away the memory that’s burnt into my mind. It doesn’t matter in the end that I made the right call or not. It matters that the poor woman had to even be in that situation at all.

  We sit in the hangar of our plane now, waiting to be airlifted back home. During the recovery process, we’ve had plenty of time to think, to talk to one another, and to slowly peel away the onion layers of our time out here, to process what we could do once we get back home.

  “I already know what I’ll be doing,” I say, sighing as I rest my back against the cold metal wall, with Alex and Jason on either side of me. “I’ll be continuing my work as a nurse or paramedic. With my credentials, I imagine I have that sorted. But what about you two? What’s your thoughts for the future?”

  I reach out to hold both their hands, and I enjoy the warmth of their comforting presence. Truthfully, I imagine a future where somehow, all of us are living together in the same house. However, I know those kind of dreams are usually dashed to the ground. They are silly fancies that we can’t subject ourselves to, because then we lose sight of everything else.