Triple Duty

by Douglas, Katie

  “Do you want to make a famous last stand?” Ben asked. “We could go all Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid on them.”

  “What does that mean?” Was that a band? Did I know any of their songs? I didn’t think so.

  “You haven’t seen Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid? It’s only one of the best bloody films ever made. Okay so at the end, they’re cornered in a little building, completely surrounded by, like, hundreds of soldiers with guns. There’s no possible chance they can survive. They can sit in the building as long as they like because they’re covering the entrance. No one can get in unless they run out of bullets. But they can’t get out, either.”

  “So what do they do?”

  “They run outside shooting.”

  “Why? That’s ridiculous.”

  “Because it’s better than dying like cowards hiding in a building they can’t get out of. Their number’s up. There’s no way out. So they make a famous last stand and go down fighting.”

  “And you want to do that? Go out in the rain and shoot at them?”

  “It’s something to do.”

  “I can think of something better.” I glanced down at his camouflage trousers. He caught my eye and grinned.

  “I like your thinking. But let’s do that after, when that lot can’t turn up and heckle us.”

  It was a good point.

  “Fine. What do we need to make a last stand?”

  “Now you’re talking my language. We both run out at the same time and shoot at them. The objective is to take down as many of them as we can before we get hit. We might only have a couple of seconds. Make ‘em count.”

  “I will.” We stood up by the open doorway. Even though Ben had just been out of it on his minor skirmish while I’d covered him, it still seemed like a huge undertaking to just go out into the open like this. As soon as we both stepped out, it was going to be game over in under a minute.

  “Keep your chin up,” he whispered. “When you’re outnumbered like this, you’re almost guaranteed to hit one of them, because you’ve got a lot more targets than they have.”

  He was right, but it was such a back-to-front way of looking at this situation that I couldn’t help snorting with laughter.

  “Go, go, go,” Ben said quietly. We ran out and shot at them. They shot back at us. I was hit by about a dozen paintballs at the same time. I tripped over a rock and hit the ground. More paintballs thumped into me and I knew I would have some serious bruises tomorrow. But when I glanced up, I saw that I’d hit someone, too. Nice. It was one of those big, ripped soldier-types. A big splatter of paint had landed right in the middle of his abdomen. I tried not to laugh, but it amused me that I’d taken him out of the game.

  The shooting stopped. Ben and I both got up and walked out of the area, leaving the rest of them to continue their game. The guy I’d shot was ahead of us.

  “Good shot. I told you that when you’re outnumbered, you’re more likely to hit someone, didn’t I?” Ben murmured, trying to keep our conversation private.

  “I can’t believe I hit him.”

  “He’s built like a brick shithouse, that’s for certain. Paintball is about skill, not muscle.”

  I nodded fervently. “I think I’ve gathered that.”

  We were supposed to return to the picnic table, where this had all started. Before we reached it, Ben grabbed my hand and pulled me into the forest.

  “Let’s go down here. It’s off the route today, no one will be around.”

  He led me to an area where the terrain got hilly, and the trees were thick with age. Shrubs dotted the forest floor, providing cover.

  Playfully, I pointed my gun at him. “What makes you think you can do this?” I demanded.

  In a swift movement, he pulled the gun out of my hands and threw it on the floor. He flipped me around and pressed me up against a tree. My cheek scraped against the bark. He pulled one of my arms high up my back, so I was unable to wriggle free.

  “As of right now, love, you’re my captive, and I’ll do whatever it takes to tame you.”

  My heart raced. Pussy clenched. Nipples hardened. It was a secret fantasy of mine, that I may have mentioned at some point, to be captured and forced to do his bidding like this.

  “From now on, you’ll call me “sir”. And I’ll call you my little slut. Because that’s what you are. Isn’t it? You’ve been seducing the men in my company and pretending you care about them, leading them on, fucking them. And all the while you were gathering information for the other side, weren’t you?”

  I didn’t answer him. We’d never done an all-out role play before and I needed to figure out how I was going to play this. Would I be seductive? Belligerent? Scared of the big bad soldier?

  “Answer me, slut,” he growled.

  “You can’t make me talk,” I retorted without thinking. Apparently, I’m going to resist, I thought.

  He twisted my arm a little more and his voice went quiet as he uttered a promise into my ear.

  “Actually, you’ll find I can.”

  His free hand snaked down my trousers, into my knickers, and his fingers found my clit. He swirled it, his touch gentle, and tiny sparks popped where he touched me. Before I could get too into what he was doing, however, he pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger, hard, and I shrieked with pain. Before much sound came out, his other hand released my arm. He clamped his palm over my mouth and silenced me.

  “You haven’t earned the privilege of making noises like that.”

  He released my clit. Blood flowed back into it and it swelled, aching and so aroused, now. I needed friction. Or something.

  “You’re a slut. You’ve fucked at least two of my men, haven’t you? Say it. Say “I’m a slut.””

  I shook my head, hoping he’d pinch my clit again, because I was pretty sure I’d come if he did that once more.

  Instead, he pulled my trousers and knickers down, unfastened his belt, and turned me to face him.

  “Get over that tree stump. If you refuse, your punishment doubles.”

  I shuffled over there, not quite sure how many he planned to give me, so not really wanting to rack up twice that amount. I bent over the stump.

  “Prisoners kneel,” he told me, forcing me down onto my knees. He grabbed my arms and bound my forearms together behind my back with his belt. The action confused me, because I’d thought he was going to use it to spank me.

  He walked away for a moment and I wondered if this was it, but then I watched him draw his knife from his pocket. He cut a long, thin stick and brought it back.

  “This is a hazel switch,” he told me. “Hazel is good for switches. It’s flexible and whippy, but it has more weight to it than a willow switch, so it’s more like a cane.”

  I couldn’t think anymore. A spark shot through my core at the idea of being punished out here, in the open. My bottom was exposed. My arms were bound so I couldn’t escape. I was his helpless captive, and I had no choice but to accept whatever he chose to dish out.

  “I want you to say thank you after every stroke, slut. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.” I was going to die of humiliation out here in the forest where no one would find me.

  “And to make sure you’re quiet...” He pulled out his knife again. I felt the cold blade slide against my leg. What was he doing? The scene suddenly became a lot more intense and my heart pounded in my chest. I heard something cutting, then the tight pull of my knickers disappeared. He was cutting them off me with a knife!

  He slid the blade against my other leg, and I moaned a little. He sliced again and my knickers came away. Before I knew what was happening, he had balled them up and stuffed them into my mouth.

  “Can’t have you screaming and summoning anyone, can I?”

  I was confused about how I was supposed to thank him if I had my mouth full of panties. Obviously, there was no way for me to ask him.

  The stick tapped against my ass. It felt so thick and solid, I wasn’t sur
e I could take it. I might have said something, but I couldn’t.

  The switch swished down. The sound filled me with dread. This was going to be bad.

  It landed straight across both my bottom cheeks. A red line of pain blossomed. It was so intense I cried out through the panties in my mouth.

  He pulled them out.

  “Say thank you,” he ordered.

  “Thank you, sir,” I whispered, and he stuffed the panties back in.

  I was still reeling from the first stroke when the second landed.

  “You’ve been such a bad, bad girl.” His words vibrated through the air between us, charging it until it crackled with so much static I could have sworn my hair must be standing on end.

  I was entirely under his control.

  It landed again, lancing deep into my soul with its indelible message. This time, I moaned instead of whimpering. I didn’t know what was happening, but the pain seemed to be fading away, and in its place there was something deeper. A deep, aching tingle, that brought with it a lightness of soul like nothing I’d ever experienced.

  The only thought running through my mind, as OTT as it was, was he’s claiming me.

  I needed him to.

  Ben was always so separate to the other two, so busy with all his different hobbies and his cooking, and I always felt like I rated fairly low on his to-do list. But we’d started the day doing one of his hobbies and somehow I’d led him astray... or he’d led me astray... I wasn’t sure anymore which way around it was.

  The panties were dragged out of my mouth and I felt a weird sense of loss, like they’d been protecting me from something, but I had no idea what.

  “Say it,” he growled.

  Chapter 11

  Bex

  “Thank you, sir.” I still couldn’t say it louder than a whisper.

  My mouth was full again and I felt safe. How could a pair of panties roughly forced into my mouth over and over start to give me this security? Was it because I couldn’t speak?

  The switch landed again, and I distantly recognized that it ought to hurt but it didn’t. Instead, there was just pure sensation, devoid of any interpretation of pleasure or pain, just this intense, acute tingle that spread through my body like red ink in a glass of water after someone had dipped a paintbrush into it and swirled it around.

  My mouth was stripped naked once more. He held the panties in one hand and stood over me, the switch in his other hand. I might have fallen over from being too turned on if I hadn’t been kneeling over the tree stump.

  “Thank you, sir.” The words came out easier this time.

  He unzipped his trousers and took his cock out. I looked at it, in all its magnificence, and my mouth started watering like he’d brought his homemade chocolate donuts.

  He stretched my panties over his hard cock and fisted it. I was mesmerized. I couldn’t stop watching. There was something so perverse about seeing his cock straining through my panties, but at the same time, it was so hot. The flimsy fabric wasn’t made for such rough treatment.

  A darker patch began to spread from his tip, as he leaked precum over my panties.

  He put them back into my mouth and I could taste him on them, now, penetrating my mouth and reminding me who I belonged to.

  The switch slashed down again and I bit into the panties when the agonizing line burst across all my senses, blinding me with the sound of the nerve endings in my bottom all exploding at the same moment.

  When the pain became so diluted I couldn’t tell where it had started anymore, I realized he’d removed the panties at some point and was waiting for me to speak.

  “Thank you, sir,” I breathed. The tension in my body was so tight I couldn’t breathe properly anymore. I craved more sensation.

  As if he read my mind, he sliced my ass twice more with the switch, in quick succession. It was more than I could process. Lights flashed in front of my eyes. My skin felt too tight. Breathing was shallow. The slight breeze swirling around me was too much to bear.

  “Th-thank you, s-s-sir.” I stammered over my words and wobbled a bit on the forest floor.

  “Good girl. Now tell me who you fucked.”

  I wasn’t thinking very well, so it took me a few seconds to figure out what he was asking.

  “I fucked Andy and Matt, sir.”

  “Together?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck. The unexpected touch sent a bolt of need straight to my core. I ached for him. Needed him inside me.

  “What did you do with them?” His voice was a purr, but beneath the surface, I heard the threat.

  Was he being... possessive? The realization shook me. We were in Terra Nova. I didn’t know how to navigate this. Did he really want the details? Through the fog of arousal, it was very hard to read the situation properly.

  “We fucked.” I could barely get the words out.

  “How?”

  “Over the kitchen table, sir.”

  “Did they make you come?”

  Again, I wasn’t sure if the question was supposed to elicit a sexy story or a reassurance that I’d only ever orgasmed when he’d been there.

  “Yes, sir.”

  A new tension stretched my nerves into infinity. He moved behind me wordlessly and entered me. Pulling out of the memory of sex with Matt and Andy, and being present in this moment with Ben, was hard until his cock filled me, stretching me, finding the part of me that he hadn’t yet bent to his will.

  The part of me that begged in silence. Force me to yield. I couldn’t say it out loud, but I needed him to overpower my will. To make me give him more of myself in ways I couldn’t even explain. He didn’t go slow or gentle.

  I didn’t want him to.

  His hands gripped my hips. He didn’t speak. Rain began falling again and the light now had that dull, cloudy quality of a typical English summer shower. Wet. It spoke of muggy nights that would be too hot to sleep through.

  Wordlessly, he fucked me, oblivious of the change in the weather. My breasts ground against the tree stump and every drop of liquid that landed on my back was like a dance of shooting stars across the night sky. I needed him, but it felt like he’d pulled away. Retreated inside himself. We were doing the most intimate thing two people could share. We should have had the strongest connection between us of any moment in time. Instead, I felt cheap. His whore. Putting it up for him to take his fill. He had no regard for my pleasure, and it seemed unfair that his cock kept hitting my G-spot. Grinding deep inside me. Pushing me closer to an edge I no longer wanted to tumble over.

  He fucked me like I wasn’t there. I just wanted to please him and instead I was invisible.

  And my body still responded. I tumbled over the edge and came hard. Every nerve in my body sparked at the same time. A sudden burst of sunlight, tone-deaf to the encroaching darkness.

  My spine arched. I moaned through the panties in my mouth. Arms strained at the belt that bound me. Toes curled. Whipped ass clenched. It was the most intense climax of my life, delicious, soul-warming, but I didn’t want it to be. Not when Ben’s jealousy lurked in the background.

  I was crying before my orgasm had faded. He lost himself in me. I remained in position while he finished. Empty. Feeling used. Hurtling back to Earth so hard I was burning up inside. Was this just the price I had to pay to reach the rose-gold clouds of Heaven for a moment?

  He pulled out. Untied me. No longer supported by his bondage, I crumpled. Spat out my knickers. Dragged my trousers on. His cum leaked down my leg, but I couldn’t stop. I stumbled down the hill. Words came out of his mouth but they bounced off the back of my head as I ran.

  I didn’t stop until I reached the picnic table, where several men I didn’t know were talking about their time in Afghanistan. I sat down, and all the places where Ben had hurt me now came into sharp focus. Sitting down burned, but I needed the stillness. It was easy to retreat into my shell. Ben appeared and sat opposite me. I didn’t look at him, but I f
elt his gaze trying to penetrate the dark fog that now shrouded me.

  He couldn’t say anything while we sat in earshot of all these people.

  I stared at the soggy wood grain on the surface of the picnic table. Around me, more and more people arrived and soon several different conversations were happening. I was involved in none of them. I just wanted to go home and lie down where I could be alone.

  An eternity passed. I’d become lost in my own thoughts. Ben had been absorbed into a conversation about the right way to make pancakes. I felt like the last person who remembered what had happened in the forest. It couldn’t have even been an hour ago but it felt so far into the deep past that it had been another planet, where everything had been different.

  A hand touched my back. I startled from my reverie. A voice murmured into my ear.

  “Whatever’s troubling you, it’s going to be all right.” Matt. I turned to face him, so much relief in my heart that he was here, and still wanted me, even if Ben didn’t. My eyes filled with tears and I didn’t have words to explain them away so I blinked until they receded, instead.

  “I—” I felt like I owed him an explanation.

  “When we get back.”

  He always knew exactly what I needed. Even when I didn’t know it myself.

  Once paintball was over, the other lads headed off to the pub. Matt, Andy, Ben and I made our excuses and we went home. On the drive, Matt and Andy were having a normal conversation. I stared out of the window at the raindrops, watching the way they distorted the view until it was impossible to know what I was looking at.

  * * *

  Matt

  Becky and Ben had been on the same team, and I’d been sure that was a bad plan, but didn’t want to interfere. Andy and I worked well together and we had a great time taking out the other side. Our lot won, so we didn’t get back to the meeting point until the end of the game.

  As soon as I saw her, lost in a little gloomy cloud, I knew something had happened between Becky and Ben. Immediately, my rage reared up and I wanted to punch him right there, in front of everyone, so he couldn’t hide from whatever he’d done.