“Matt, go slow,” she moaned, “please be gentle.”
“It’s okay honey, I’m here. I won’t let you get hurt. Trust me.”
She felt him quickly pull his finger from her rectum and lift her hips, putting something hard under her. The spreader bar was being placed between her legs. She could feel the cold metallic bars touching her skin, keeping her open, and giving him unrestricted access to her sex. A chill went through her body as the excitement in her rose higher and higher. The adrenaline rush she experienced helped her to take her mind off the pain and discomfort she felt from the landing accident and some of what she faced now.
Then she heard a second man’s voice. A voice she didn’t recognize. Oh god! Did Matt choose a third for our ‘sandwich’ experience and not tell me who it would be? Did he think this was a good idea for my first time? Oh God! Those aren’t Matt’s hands. What is he going to do? She was trying to concentrate on what Matt was doing, but her mind kept drifting.
Her legs shook uncontrollably as her thoughts raced and her body reacted to all of the new experiences she was having. Excitement, arousal, pain, and ecstasy flooded her mind and body with feelings and sensations she never thought she would have all at once. The most recent of which was the awareness of a stranger’s hands between her legs. She wasn’t quite sure what he was doing. He kept pushing up and down on the top of her pussy and then pressing on her hips. It hurt, but at the same time, she still felt this feeling of euphoria. She couldn’t explain it. It was like none of her senses were communicating with each other. Her body was excited and at times she felt pain. She was trying to concentrate on the sex, but the euphoria she felt was shattering her thought process. At times, it was like she was having an out of body experience or maybe this was the subspace she read about so often.
She heard the stranger’s composed controlling voice break through her thoughts. His voice was calm, quite pleasant and reassuring. He sounded nice. She opened her eyes and tried to lift her head, but couldn’t. She could see him standing next to her leg, his hands were on her, feeling her pubic area and pushing her legs further and further apart until he pushed down hard on her pubic bone and she scream out in pain. The metal bar was resting between her legs and he was securing it in place as he continued to talk to her.
“It’s okay Aubree. I’m Noah. That was the worst of it. Relax honey, try to stay still. Once I place this between your legs, I’ll make you feel a lot better, promise.”
She realized she didn’t know the man placing the spreader bar but she liked the sound of his voice and his handsome smile. The touch of his hands were welcomed too, as long as, he didn’t push so hard on her again. Matt must trust him or he won’t let him touch her.
“Stay still honey, let him do it.” She heard Matt’s voice.
The next thing she knew, she heard Diana say, “If you put it in her throat, will it hurt her?”
Christ, Diana’s here too. What is Matt thinking? I don’t want Diana here to see this. That’s it, stop.
“Red!” Bree cried out. “Red!” she started to scream, “Matt, I said, Red!” She started to pull on her restraints. She was trying to kick her legs free and kept yelling, “I said Red!”
“She’s going to hurt herself if she keeps this up.” It was the voice of the man placing the spreader bar. “I don’t want her to get hurt here or to kick one of us. Talk to her.”
“Calm down Bree. It’s ok darlin’. I’m right here. Relax honey.”
She felt his hands on her neck and he was tilting her head back and rubbing her throat. Then she felt warm again, like someone heated up her blood as it flowed through her body. The sexual euphoria that Matt spoke to her about the other night seemed to flow through her. Again she wondered if this is what he described as subspace. If it was subspace, she loved it. It was the feeling of being separated from your body, yet experiencing everything in a more intense manner.
“It’s ok Aubree. Relax and open your mouth,” he said. Calm, quiet, and reassuring, the voice whispered into her ear.
She did and she felt him enter her mouth. He was long and hard and he slid to the back of her throat. All she could do was allow him. She couldn’t stop him and in her mind, she wasn’t sure she wanted to. This was what she wanted. This was what she asked for from him. She wanted to experience it all and he was giving her what she wanted. Having his cock in her mouth and sliding into the back of her throat was something she thought about since they talked about her fantasies. Face fucking had been a fantasy of hers since she read her erotica novels as a young woman.
It was just like in the Anne Rice novel, Beauty’s Punishment. Beauty wanted to experience it all and she did. Now, it was her turn. She would have to relax and trust Matt. She was calm now. She was warm from the light and Matt’s touch. Her body was on fire and different feelings of pleasure and pain were all over her body.
Matt was in her mouth and that wasn’t what she expected but it was different from this morning. She wasn’t gagging on him anymore. She still felt Noah’s hands all over her and feeling inside of her. His hands were surprisingly gentle as he massaged all over her, along her hips, over her pubic area and between her legs.
Nothing seemed to happen the way she thought it would, but it was an amazing experience and Matt did it for her. He wanted to fulfill her ‘wish list’ and he was doing just that. He was taking care of numbers seven, eight, and nine like he said he would do. She loved everything he did to her, even the parts that hurt. She adored his hands on her, his cock in her mouth, the warm sensation that rushed through her body, she loved it all. Noah’s hands were now gentler as he played with her. She was relaxed and decided to enjoy the experience. She had to let go and relax.
“Open your eyes.” It was the first thing she heard as she tried to wake, but she was so tired.
“I’m trying,” she whispered, feeling exhausted from everything they did the night before.
“Come on honey, you can do it for me. Open your eyes. Please.”
“I’m trying, I’m so tired. I can’t Matt.” Her voice was barely heard and she was speaking really slowly.
“Please Bree, for me. Diana, get a warm cloth.”
“What? Di’s still here?”
“Yeah. She’s been here all the while. She didn’t leave you once.”
“She saw everything?”
“Bree, Diana and I have been with you for the past three days.”
“Diana saw us? The things we did. She saw all of that? Oh god! She saw us use the spreader bar? Matt, get it off! Take it off Matt!”
Bree was getting louder as she reached between her legs and felt the metal bar holding her legs apart. She couldn’t believe Matt let Diana see them and everything they had done. She couldn’t open her eyes, she was so tired, and even her eyelids felt too heavy to lift. Then she realized every inch of her hurt.
All she thought of was how much everything they did felt so good at the time, but now, her whole body hurt. Her mind was foggy at best. She had flashes of memory. She remembered going to the tattoo gallery, picking out the eagle and the dove tattoo that she wanted. She remembered how much it hurt her when the needle kept going into her arm. She didn’t think it would hurt so badly.
Then she remembered Matt taking her to his house and one of the rooms. She thought a play room would be darker, warmer, but it was bright and cold.
Why can’t I remember more clearly? We weren’t drinking. Matt wouldn’t drug me, especially not with Diana with me. He cut my clothes off. Why did he cut my clothes off? Kinky, that’s why, he’s kinky. Think Bree, think then what did he do to you. No, not to you, with you. You wanted it too. Oh God, I let him tie me down in front of Diana. I remember hearing her voice in the background. She kept telling me, “It’s ok Bree, stay still, let him do it.” Oh my god! Diana saw everything!
I was tied and he was in my mouth. I remember choking and he was down my throat. Think clearly, was Diana here when he did that? Then I felt him put his fingers in me. I felt
pressure and hands all over me. What the hell happened? Why can’t I remember?
Why does everything hurt so much? I’ll ask Matt, he’ll tell me why it hurts so much. He’s the expert. He’ll explain it to me and tell me why he allowed Diana to be here. Oh god! What did we do that made me so sore, so tired, I can’t move. Even my throat hurts.
“Bree, let me wipe your eyes with the wash cloth. Diana, get a nurse or a doctor.”
A nurse or a doctor, what is he talking about? What the fuck? Please let me open my eyes, please let me be able to move, please don’t let it hurt so much.
Matt washed her face and cleaned the lubrication from her eyes that the nurses had been using to keep her eyes moist while they kept her sedated. The doctor described it as a ‘medical chemical coma.’ Basically, they had her on enough drugs to keep her in a deep sleep so she wouldn’t fight them and so her head injury wouldn’t cause brain swelling. Every time they tried to let her wake up, she would start to get hyper and pull at everything. They would have to give her more morphine or propofol to sedate her again. They took the breathing tube out early this morning and were letting her wake up.
“Bree try to open your eyes now honey. I cleaned them off and they’re not sticky anymore. Open your eyes.” Matt’s voice was quiet and calm.
“What happened? Where am I?” She looked around the room and then back at Matt, “A hospital?”
Diana came back into the room with Bree’s orthopedic surgeon. As they entered Bree was still talking to Matt and started to tell the story of everything she remembered.
“What do you remember honey?” He knew she was confused, but he wasn’t sure if she remembered anything that happened or all of the things he explained to her over the past two days. She was in and out of it so much and she had so many pain medications shot into her, he didn’t know what to expect.
“I remember little snap-shots. It doesn’t seem to fit together smoothly, but I can tell you what I remember happening, seeing and hearing. I remember everything we did.” She looked at Matt slightly confused. “I remember you took me to the tattoo gallery. We looked around for a while and I decided on what I wanted. I got the tattoo and you were right, it really hurt. It was exactly like a thousand needles being stuck in me, but it hurt all over.”
She picked up her arm to show them her tattoo. “Hey, what’s this thing and where’s my tattoo?”
Dr. Noah spoke first. “That’s called an external fixator. You broke your wrist in three places. You have two radial fractures and a complete break of your ulnar bone. I had to put that on to stabilize the breaks until they heal. You were somewhat awake at one point and I explained to you that you would heal fine. The most you will have is a few small scars.”
Bree looked at her arm again. “I remember someone saying about scars, but I thought it was Matt. So, I didn’t get a tattoo?”
Matt looked at the disappointed and confused look on her face. He held her hand and gently stroked along her cheek. “No honey, no tattoo. No eagle and dove. Sorry.”
“How did you know it was an eagle and dove?” She looked from Matt to Diana, who took her other hand and held it.
“Bree, all you kept talking about for hours after they took out that tube was your tattoo. Matt sat there and had full conversations with you about it. He kept telling you it was your choice and every time you would go to grab your fixator, he had to stop you. We were afraid you would pull it or get an infection from touching it all the time.”
“I remember that. I remember Matt saying, ‘Don’t touch it, you’ll get an infection’.” She blinked her eyes to clear her vision as she looked at Dr. Noah.
“What else do you remember Aubree?” He was being very kind; he could only imagine how confused she was. A parachuting accident, a head injury with a severe concussion, being sedated, having vivid dreams and hallucinations; he wanted to help in any way he could.
“I remember going to Matt’s house.” She looked from the doctor to Matt. “You took me home and we went into this room. I thought it was your playroom, but it was really bright and cold. I remember thinking that it would be darker and warm, but it wasn’t. You cut my clothes off and then you tied me down. It was fun at first, but then I felt a bunch of hands on me and I couldn’t open my eyes.”
She was anxious and her voice was hoarse. A few tears formed in her eyes as she went on. “When you were tying me down, I kept hearing Di say, ‘let him do it, you’ll be okay, just relax’.” But I couldn’t relax, my body trembled and I couldn’t stop it. I remember thinking this is not what I expected. It was overwhelming. Then I felt you in my mouth and I was choking. You were in my throat and I couldn’t swallow or breathe.”
She looked at Matt and the tears started to flow. Matt stood up, put the side rail on the bed down and kissed her. He held her upper body in his arms as he sat on the bed and tried to sooth her.
“No honey. I would never do that to you. I would never hurt you in any way. Our being together would never be like that.” Matt was visibly disturbed by what Bree was saying and what she experienced.
“Aubree, from what you’re saying, I think you’re remembering coming into the Emergency Room and the Trauma Bay.” Dr. Noah spoke calmly as he explained, “They cut your clothes off to examine you after the accident. You were fighting everything and could have hurt yourself or someone else, so they tried to restrain you. Because of your injuries we couldn’t safely do that. We had to put a breathing tube down your throat and sedate you with medication. We had to protect your airway and keep you safe.”
He looked at her and took her hand as Diana moved away from the bed with tears in her eyes. “Do you understand?”
“I think so.” She looked from the doctor to Matt again. His face was white and his eyes looked so sad. She hurt him with what she said. “I’m sorry Matt. I know you would never hurt me. It’s just how it all played in my head. I know you would never do anything to hurt me.”
“It’s alright Bree, everything will be alright,” he said quietly, “I love you. I would never hurt you.”
She smiled through her tears. “You know I’m not sedated right? You know I’ll remember you told me you love me just now, right?”
“Yeah. I was wondering if you picked up on that.” He leaned his head down and kissed her again. “I’ve never been so freaked out and worried as I was these last three days. I promised myself I’d tell you as soon as you woke up.”
Bree kissed him and squeezed his hand. “I love you too.” Looking at the metal triangular bar between her legs, she winked at Matt and looked at Dr. Noah.
“So, I’m guessing this isn’t Matt’s spreader bar? Which means my pubic bone doesn’t hurt for a good reason, but probably a medical reason.”
“No, sorry.” The doctor actually laughed at her sense of humor. “It hurts because you fractured you pubic rami and that metal contraption is my hip abductor. I have your fracture stabilized and I can’t have you closing your legs or moving around.”
“Now, you sound just like Matt did in my drug-induced sleep. I swear I heard both of you say that to me when I was out. That’s why I thought Matt chose you to be our ‘other slice of bread’ for number eight.” She said it so innocently. Matt was shocked when he heard her, the drugs had definitely not cleared her system.
“Bree. Honey, what are you talking about? What’s a number eight?” Diana was totally confused. She thought at first that Bree was hungry and asking for a number eight, but that didn’t appear to be the case by the look on Matt’s face.
“Diana, please…” Before Matt could stop Diana from asking or Bree from answering, it was too late.
“I wanted to be made into a Bree sandwich.” Her eyes were sleepy as she spoke and her words were a little slurred, just not slurred enough for Matt’s liking. “Matt said he would have to think about who could be our other slice of bread,” she yawned, “I thought it was Noah.” She was starting to close her eyes again in between sentences.
Dr. Noah was in awe
of this young woman and her story. “Oh, sorry, but I’m sure that’s against hospital policy Bree, but thank you very much for the offer.”
Matt gave the doctor a look that said, ‘Not funny doc.’
“Sorry, that was unprofessional. I apologize. I’m just so amazed at how her memories and hallucinations match to the things that were happening in reality. I’ve never heard such a detailed story match actual events.”
Matt and Diana were staring at each other, not knowing what to do for her. Diana spoke first. “So, what should we do? What do we do when she wakes up again and if she starts with this crazy dream theme again?”
“All you have to do is listen to her. Let her talk and say what she needs to say. Answer her questions and comfort her if she seems scared or confused. Keep reinforcing reality for her and clear up any fantasy confusion she has. Once the medications clear her system and her concussion resolves, she’ll realize what happened. She’ll see she has fantasy and reality mixed up. Right now, just let her sleep,” he said, before he left the room.
Two weeks later, Bree was released from the hospital and Matt took her home with him. She couldn’t return to her apartment because the stairs were too much for her to deal with still. She would be fine during the day, but at night she often had nightmares. Matt was always supportive and caring when she did. He still felt responsible for everything even though she told him a hundred times it wasn’t his fault.
They also had a dozen discussions over the past two weeks about her dream, her memories and that he would never have done anything like that in real life. She tried to explain she knew he wouldn’t, that it was the head injury and the medications she was given, but she knew it was hard for him.
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