Next, he unclipped the front of my bra. My breasts sprang out. He flicked the straps where they met with the cups, and they came away. The bra joined my panties on the ground.
Naked, I gazed up at my captors and wondered what they intended to do with me, next.
“We are going to suspend you from the tree with the rope. If you need to safeword, you must drop this.” Andy pressed what felt like a pebble into the palm of one of my hands.
Matt and Andy each lifted one of my legs, moving me into a sitting position in the air. Ben tied the rope around and around my thighs and body, then looped a second piece over the tree branch in two different places, before attaching the two pieces of rope. I felt like I was on a swing.
“Now she’s completely helpless, we can move her, spin her, do whatever we want with her and, because her hands are tied, she can’t do anything about it,” Matt explained with an evil laugh.
“She is going to take two of us at the same time. Andy, heads or tails?”
“Heads,” Andy decided.
Ben flipped a coin. He actually flipped a coin to decide who I was having sex with! The knowledge that they were using me like this made me ache for them.
“Annnd... it’s heads. You get to fuck her,” Ben said. “Matt, heads or tails?”
“Tails,” Matt said.
Ben flipped the coin a second time. It seemed to take longer. I watched it fly up into the air then tumble back down again.
Ben caught it on the back of his hand. “Heads again.”
“Wait, is that a two-headed coin?” Matt cocked his head to one side.
“Nope.” Ben threw the coin to Matt, who scrutinized it then shrugged.
Andy positioned himself behind me. “Are you ready for this?”
I nodded.
“Don’t worry,” he told me. “I’ll make sure you’re ready.”
His hand slipped beneath me. His fingers trailed along my slit from front to back. He gathered up dew from my pussy. When he found my puckered hole, I moaned.
His finger pressed against the opening to my ass. It felt so big. I wiggled my hips from side to side.
“Just relax and let me in.”
His finger slowly slid in. He stretched me wide. I had never felt anything like this. He kept going in, deeper and deeper, until eventually his finger was all the way inside me. It felt so big.
He slid his finger in and out of my rear. Heat glimmered in my back passage. I moaned through the ball gag.
“Good girl.” His encouragement sounded almost like a purr. I wiggled my ass from side to side. He kept going, slowly moving his finger in and out. My pussy clenched and clit throbbed with desire. I felt liquid spreading across my sex.
His finger moved a little faster. Sparks lit up in my ass. I clenched my fists. His other hand found my clit and he circled it with one finger. A bolt of pleasure shot straight to my core and my ass clenched around his finger.
I strained against the ropes and cuffs that held me. I tumbled over the edge into a powerful climax. Biting down on the ball gag, I moaned, spine arching, head thrown back, as my ass pulsed around his finger.
My entire body was filled with an incredible glow. It felt so much more satisfying than any orgasm I’d ever had before. Delicious.
When the climax began to fade, his finger slid out of my ass.
“I think you’re ready for my cock,” he told me. I felt cold liquid being swished against my ass. A moment later, intense pressure against my opening made my eyes widen. It was so big! The pressure was so great, I couldn’t imagine how he would ever fit inside me.
I whimpered as he slid in. The stretched feeling challenged me.
“Breathe through it,” he coached. “You can do this.”
I tried to focus on my breathing. My ass was too small. His cock was too big! There was no way it was ever going to fit inside me.
“You’re blocking yourself,” Andy said. “Matt?”
Matt stepped in front of me and looked straight into my eyes. “You’re scared it won’t fit, right?”
I nodded, unable to talk through the gag.
“What if it did? How good would that feel, to let Andy fill your ass with his hard cock? How much better would his cock be than his finger? I saw how hard you just came. You’re an anal slut and you didn’t even know it. Let his cock in, slut.”
Matt’s words made a spark of need explode in my belly, and my ass suddenly relaxed. Andy’s cock jumped a couple of inches deeper. I couldn’t believe how good it felt as it slowly slid the rest of the way in, until soon, he was fully seated inside me.
His huge cock was buried to the hilt. I felt every inch of him. Billions of tiny nerve endings sparked in my bottom, sending little zaps of pleasure through my core.
“How does that feel?” Matt asked.
I couldn’t speak, so I just made a sort of gurgling sound around the ball gag and hoped he could decode the meaning.
Despite how good it felt, the intense stretch of his enormous member challenged me. Andy waited, perfectly still, until I had adjusted to having him inside me like this.
He slid out until only his flared tip remained inside me. Then he thrust back in, all the way. The way his abs pressed against my bottom felt so different to when he fucked my pussy.
He pulled out again. The movement awakened a delicious glow deep in my rear. He began to move, slowly at first.
He gradually increased his pace. I couldn’t believe how good it felt.
“Do you think she’s ready for more?” Ben asked, and when I looked over to where he stood, I saw he was fisting his cock.
Matt’s hand went to my pussy and he roughly pushed two fingers in, without giving me time to react. He circled them around inside me. Between his fingers and Andy’s cock, I felt so full.
“Yes, she’s ready,” Matt said, pulling his fingers out and stepping aside. He eyed my body with a look of longing, and I knew it was killing him that he wasn’t going to be involved in the sex.
Ben moved in front of me. He didn’t need to part my legs because the rope held them wide. My bondage made me feel like a well-wrapped gift, open and waiting for him.
He lined his cock up at my entrance and his eyes found mine.
“Do you trust me?” he asked quietly.
I nodded.
“Good girl. Let me take control.” With that, he pushed his cock into my pussy. I was so full. Ben’s cock stretched my pussy while Andy’s forced my ass wide open to accommodate him. I didn’t think there was any room for them to move, at all.
Not to be left out completely, Matt stepped forward and reached across Ben to take my beaded nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Where before he had gently rolled them, now he pinched, roughly, making me squeak through my nose. Sharp pain shot straight down from my nipples to my clit, making delicious tingles burst into a mini-explosion in my pussy.
Andy and Ben lifted me up and down on their cocks, so they pulled out at the same time and thrust in at the same time, filling me so full.
They got into a rhythm, both moving in and out at the same time, fucking me hard, challenging my body to submit to the men and accept what they gave me.
Matt continued the pressure on my nipples, releasing them every couple of seconds then pinching them again so I had no chance of getting accustomed to the pinching sensation, keeping me focused on the pain there, alongside the incredible sensations in my pussy and ass.
Andy and Ben got faster, fucking me and moving my body to ensure maximum penetration.
I felt the intense sensations in my body building into something profound. I arched my spine a little and stretched my legs until the ropes binding them dug into my flesh.
“That’s it, little one, come for me,” Ben instructed. Matt pinched my nipples harder and I cried out in pain through the gag. Andy and Ben increased their pace and I felt Andy stiffen and shoot hot liquid deep into my ass. The feeling of him coming in my rear sent me over the edge and I came, clamping down around both co
cks, as the most intense sensations tore through my entire body, wave after wave of pleasure shaking me to my core. Ben thrust into me then came with a growl, shooting his seed deep into my pussy, sending me spiraling into a deeper climax that seemed to go on forever.
When it began to fade, Ben pulled out and Matt took his place. He released my nipples and gripped his cock, pumping the shaft with his fist. He sprayed my breasts with his hot, white liquid. Where it touched my skin, it left a trail of heat.
Almost delirious from the intensity of the scene, I hung limply from the tree and let the men untie me. Once the ropes and cuffs were undone, Ben carried me into the house. Andy and Matt were following with all the equipment we’d used.
They took me to Matt’s room, where we all lay on the bed together, entwined, and held each other.
Chapter 13
Two months later.
Bex
By mid-July, we had settled into an easy routine. The men all had very active and busy social lives around their work commitments. Sometimes I would spend the weekend with one of them or two of them, and a couple of times, the three of us had been together again. They were so thoughtful, a fact which never ceased to surprise me. However, I was starting to wonder when this honeymoon period would end, and real life would kick in. Surely, this wasn't going to last. One girl and three guys... There had to be a reason why all the books and movies showed one guy and one girl falling in love and living happily ever after.
It was a dull afternoon in mid-March when things took a turn for the worse. I'd had a bad day, my boss at the office had been in a foul mood and I’d gotten stuck with stapling and hole punching and other boring tasks that had left my hands crampy and tired and my mind rebelling. I flopped on the sofa in front of afternoon TV with a big steaming mug of tea, hoping that when Matt, Andy and Ben returned, everything would be all right.
They all came home at the same time, and they were grumbling about something that I couldn't quite hear over the sound of the TV. I got up and walked into the kitchen to greet them in my usual way; with hot cups of tea.
“Why the long faces?” I asked, placing their drinks on the kitchen table for them.
“We've got some bad news,” Matt began.
A chill ran through my body. They'd been deployed. This was it. They were going to get sent out into a war zone and I would never see them again. I couldn't believe this was happening.
“What is it?” I tried to keep my voice steady as I gripped my mug.
“We're getting sent away on adventurous training,” Andy explained. “We're going to Mozambique for two weeks.”
My eyes darted between the three of them in disbelief.
“Isn't adventurous training voluntary?” I asked. I couldn't believe they'd signed up for something like this; signed up to leave me.
“Yeah, we put our names down about a year ago, and completely forgot about it.” Ben's explanation made sense, but I still wasn't happy about it.
“And what will you be doing in Mozambique?”
“Sorry, hon, we can't talk about it.” While I knew Matt was trying to be gentle, his tone infuriated me all the same.
“So, let me get this straight. The three of you are all going off to Mozambique for two weeks for adventurous training, and you can't even tell me what you're going to be doing? How will I know if you're safe?”
“Sorry, Becky, this is the way the cookie crumbles. We’re in the RAF; they can send us wherever they like.” Andy’s words were too fatalistic. I hated this.
“To be perfectly honest, we wouldn't back out of this if we could, this is a fantastic opportunity for us to hone our skills.” I wanted to slap Andy. All I could see about the situation was the fact they were going away from me and I might never see them again. I knew adventurous training was a euphemism for dangerous training. I made a growling sound in the back of my throat.
“Bex, you're overreacting. Try to think about this rationally, and calm down. That’s an order,” Matt said, and his voice came across as patronizing. I didn’t see anything to be rational or calm about. But I didn’t want an argument. The choice to obey him in that moment was a hard one, but I found the strength from somewhere inside me not to fall apart over all this.
I held my emotions in check and nodded.
“When do you leave?” I asked.
“Tomorrow morning,” Ben replied. I scrunched up my eyes for a moment, not trusting myself to look at them, and trying my best not to cry in front of them. I had a seriously bad feeling about this.
* * *
Bex
They left in the early morning, bantering amongst themselves like usual, and I tried my best to keep a smile plastered on my face but inwardly my heart was breaking. I kept hoping they'd get called for jury duty or something so that they would stay here where it was safe.
“We'll be fine,” Matt said, in a last-ditch attempt to reassure me. I nodded, knowing that the last thing they needed was to be worrying about me right now.
I stood at the door waving them off. They all went in Andy's Land Rover, which comfortably fitted them and their kit bags. Only when the car was out of sight of the house did I slump against the door, trying to breathe and stay calm.
A knot of worry had formed in my stomach, eating at my concentration, and continuously reminding me that the three men had gone. I couldn't stop worrying. Where even was Mozambique? I went back into the house closing the front door behind me and looked it up on Google. I already knew it was somewhere in Africa, but actually seeing it on a map only heightened my concern.
I drank my coffee, not really feeling like tea this morning, because it reminded me too much of them. Once I had settled my mind enough, I got into my old Fiesta and went to work. For the first time since I started my job, I hoped that my boss was in the sort of mood where I could spend all day stapling things, because if he gave me anything more complicated, my concentration was going to be terrible.
* * *
Bex
The whole fortnight dragged its heels and suddenly it was August, but they still weren’t back. I hated being alone in that big house and I was starting to suspect it might be haunted. Was it me, or did ghosts only seem to bother people at night time? Creaking floorboards. Rattling windows with howling wind. Thunderclaps. I think I scared myself.
I stayed up late each night, trying not to worry as my mind ran through scenario after scenario, a litany of what-ifs, always inevitably ending with three more funerals. I was distracted at work, which irritated my boss no end.
The weekend was the worst, however. Ever since I first moved into this house, I'd never been alone for more than an hour or two. There had almost always been at least one of them home. Now, the house echoed with silence, belying an emptiness so complete that it ate into my soul, hollowing me out, and adding to my fears. Would it always sound like this, now? The silence was so impenetrable, it was difficult to remember a time when it hadn't been like this. Had I been alone all along? I tried to focus on all the times we spent together, but in my mind, all I could see were three more coffins, just like Adam's.
The tension was too great. I needed to get away from it. Staying home and moping was doing me no good. I didn't especially want to go out to a pub or club, because I wasn't in the mood for meeting people and being in crowds. Instead, I decided to go out for a walk in the nearby woods. The fresh air would clear my head.
That weekend, I lost track of how many miles I walked, but I had seen everything in the local area, and I still needed more space. The trees and the crisp air calmed me, reminding me that before I’d lost Adam, we used to enjoy walking in nature together. I wasn’t a fan of mud, but country walks were fine as long as I followed the paths. There were plenty of public footpaths out here. I hoped I wasn't going to turn into Forrest Gump, and just keep walking and walking forever. Running was out of the question, I'd never been very good at it.
After the weekend, I felt a little better, but my concerns were not completely erased. Ben, Andy
and Matt was still out there, doing who knew what in the middle of Africa, and I had no way of knowing if they were safe. Worse than that, if something had happened to them, I couldn't be there. They were on a whole different continent.
By Wednesday, the separation was unbearable. I realized I couldn't do this. Couldn't lose anyone else. Couldn't get attached to anyone I might lose. I felt out of control of my own life. The truth loomed up before me, and I didn't especially want to hear it, but once it formed, I couldn't ignore it. If I was getting this worked up over a tiny training exercise, my head would actually explode if they got deployed for six months on a tour in a war zone. I was not cut out to be a military girlfriend. I couldn't handle it. I swear, none of this used to bother me before I lost Adam.
On Thursday, my mind should have been on the fact that I would see them again the next day, but instead I was worrying about whether they were okay. Adam had been at home when he died, and even if the men returned safely from Mozambique, they could have a car crash on the way back to our house.
On Friday, my stomach was filled with lead. I couldn't shake the feeling I was never going to see them again, despite the fact I had no rational reason for thinking that. Work went by far too slowly, the day dragged, and I found myself watching the clock for the final fifteen minutes. Five minutes before I was supposed to leave, my boss appeared at my desk and put down a big pile of photocopying. It mildly infuriated me that he regularly waited until the end of Friday to give me tasks like this. I trudged to the Ricoh and fired it up.
Once I was finished, I had to stop myself from running to my car. Driving home, my thoughts were in turmoil as I tried to come up with what I wanted to say to the men. I loved them too much, but that didn't seem like a good reason to break up with people. I just couldn't take the uncertainty. I felt pathetic. Given how late I'd left work, the three of them would be back before me. At least I wouldn't have to wait.
Imagine my surprise when I rounded the corner to the house and Andy's Land Rover was not there. I brought my car to a full stop. For a long minute, I just stared at the empty space where I had expected a vehicle. This wasn't happening.
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