Three Times Moor Pleasure

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Set in beautiful Dartmoor in the south-west of England, 'Three Times Moor Pleasure' is the first reverse harem I've written. I hope you enjoy it.
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'You're being a complete dick!' Alice's sister exclaimed accusingly. 'You can't leave now! Just look outside!'
With a roll of her sparkling green eyes, Alice did as she'd been advised. Her sister, Jess, had a fair point. The snow was falling thickly now, being swirled through the air by a cutting northerly wind that seemed to be increasing in strength with every passing minute. On the other hand, she'd done her due diligence and checked the online travel reports. The motorways remained open; speed limits might be in force, but traffic was still moving, making her feel confident that she'd be able to make it home. Besides, Britain was renowned for grinding to a halt at the first sight of snow. News reporters always over exaggerated the scale of the issue, didn't they?
'I'll be fine,' Alice argued, shrugging on a thick winter coat and pulling on her boots, determinedly trying to avoid eye contact with her worried-looking parents, who were hovering nervously in the kitchen doorway.
For the past two nights, Alice had stayed with them, at the Devonshire family home in which she'd grown up. Normally, spending so much time with her beloved mum and dad, as well as her effervescent sister, would have been a source of much joy. Unfortunately, Alice had only recently left her fiancé, so had found the visit somewhat challenging. It was her first Christmas on her own for the best part of a decade, and it hurt more than she thought it would.
Both girls had been scheduled to stay over until the new year, but Alice literally couldn't stand it any longer. She didn't want to answer any more questions about the breakup of her relationship. What went wrong. Who said what. Why they didn't try harder to work things through. Whether counselling had been considered. And ultimately how there were plenty more fish in the sea. Christ, she detested that saying. She knew her family's concerns were coming from a very loving place but, right now, it simply wasn't what she needed to hear.
'If I leave now, I'll be home in four hours,' explained Alice. She drew her long, brown hair, peppered with the occasional highlight, into a bun on the back of her head, to prepare for the long drive ahead. 'I'll give you a ring when I get there, so you don't worry.'
'You're too kind,' drawled Jess, her tone laced with heavy sarcasm.
Ignoring her sister, Alice walked over to her parents and gave each of them a big hug, trying her very best to hold back the threatening tears.
'Thank you so much for having me.'
'Please take care, Darling,' murmured her mother, the fear apparent in her eyes. 'The weather is really setting in.'
'I'll be fine,' soothed Alice, taking one final look at her parents. Did they have any idea what an unattainably high benchmark they had set for their children, she wondered. Married for nearly forty years and barely a cross word spoken between them in all that time, at least going by her observations. Alice wasn't sure she'd ever commit to another long term relationship. She'd always done her best to try and conform; being with her ex was one such example. But in the end, she'd struggled to imagine herself happy with him for a whole weekend, yet alone for the rest of her life. At which point, there didn't seem to be very much point in continuing on together.
Consequently, after much soul-searching, they had decided to release each other from their engagement, leaving Alice free to go out and discover what she really did want from life. In her darker moments, she wondered whether she'd ever be truly happy with a partner. How could one man possibly fulfil all of her hopes, needs and desires, providing support throughout the highs and gentle understanding through the lows? And then, in bed, to provide her full range of needs, from sensual love through to dominant and occasionally, just downright dirty sex. It felt like the impossible ask. Clearly, her high tally of demands meant she was destined to be alone.
'Please be careful,' murmured Jess as she squeezed her sister tightly.
'Always,' smiled Alice, hugging her back equally hard, before grabbing her bag and pulling open the front door.
Straight away, a frigid blast of air filled the hallway, momentarily causing Alice to wonder whether this really was one of her better ideas. Stubborn to a fault and determined to plough on regardless now, she stepped forwards. Sinking marginally into the deep snow, her actions caused a crunching noise beneath her boots which was surprisingly satisfying.
Hurrying across to her car and starting the engine, she scraped away the mounds of gathering snow from the windows, giving them a blast from the can of de-icer for good measure. Already incredibly cold, even though she'd only been exposed to the elements for a matter of minutes, Alice dropped gratefully into her car and set the heater to maximum. It was a relief when the chilled air in her aching lungs began to be replaced by a warmer alternative. Carefully, she reversed out of the driveway, her family waving apprehensively from the front window. Alice raised her hand and smiled as she drove away, determined not to look back.
Once she'd driven far enough away that she was out of sight, Alice cautiously tried her brakes. The car slid a small distance, before coming to an abrupt halt, filling Alice with an inflated level of confidence. Listening carefully to the travel news, she concluded that the situation wasn't half as bad as everyone was making out. She had two choices, regarding her route back. The first was a long-winded one, doubling back on herself all the way down to Plymouth, before picking up a key arterial road which would ultimately deliver her back home. The second option was always her preferred one; direct and consequently much shorter, it took her straight across Dartmoor.
Having grown up in the area, Alice knew Dartmoor like the back of her hand. At the best of times, it was a beautiful, if wild and craggy landscape, defined by forests, rivers, wetlands and rock formations, known locally as Tors. A vast moorland, it encompassed large swathes of the South West of England, which had inspired writers, artists and musicians alike. Brimming with history, it boasted abandoned medieval farmhouses, bronze age stone circles and more livestock roaming wild than anybody dared to imagine.
At the worst of times, it was a menacing, desolate environment, filled with danger and despair. It was no coincidence that the Hound of the Baskervilles had been set there. She knew it was a risk and that her parents would be insane with worry if they knew her plans, but she took the decision all the same. Determinedly, she opted for a narrow, winding route up a steep slope, which would lead her straight across the middle of Dartmoor, and knock a good thirty miles off her journey home.
For the first few miles, Alice stood by her decision. Although the roads were largely untreated and a little slippery, they remained passable. She was confident that the weather forecasters had simply been hamming up the severity of the snow storm heading their way. Every year, it was always the same. A more significant concern, when driving through this area, was being on the lookout for Dartmoor ponies and other farm animals; they ran wild across the moorland, didn't always have the best road sense and Alice would so hate to hit one. In all honesty, they had zero road sense. Practically kamikaze in their nature, it was generally accepted that traffic must actively avoid them, rather than the other way around.
Gradually, however, as the miles increased, so did Alice's feeling of unease. Unfortunately, now that she was up on the moor, she was committed. There were two options; either carry on forwards, or retrace the route which had already been travelled. There were very few alternatives.
The high, exposed, isolated landscape was a total whiteout. All the forests, rivers, wetlands and tors that she normally used as marker points, were already becoming hidden under a thick blanket of snow. And the further she progressed, the worse things became. Dropping her speed even further, Alice eased into second gear, in order to traverse a particularly tricky section, just as a distant view of the notorious prison at Princetown came into view.
Alice couldn't help it; the sight always made her think of fear, death and misery. The prison itself had been built over two hundred years ago, following war with Napoleonic France. Prior to that, thousands of Prisoners of War had been held on derelict ships in poor conditions, close to the Royal Navy dockyard at Plymouth. To remove this perceived threat to the Crown, a new, isolated penitentiary had been built here, before thousands of prisoners were marched across the inhospitable and unforgiving landscape. Knowing that many died in prison, consequently being buried in the surrounding moorland, only made the place feel more eerie.
'Oh fuuuuuuucccckkk!' Alice shrieked unexpectedly. With her thoughts focussed entirely on the past horrors the landscape had witnessed, she'd failed to notice a huge cow standing in the centre of the carriageway. Swerving recklessly, her last, grateful thought was at least she'd managed to avoid hitting the animal. And then, there was darkness.
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'I don't think they're coming, mate,' said Jay, running a lazy hand through his dishevelled blond locks. He silently cursed himself for not managing to get a haircut before setting out on their guys weekend away, but work had been so crazy recently.
'I just want to be certain,' muttered Tim, continuing to squint out of the window against the whiteout surrounding them, his eyes pressed hard against a pair of binoculars. 'It's looking really treacherous out there now.'
'I guess we should be grateful we arrived safely ourselves,' shrugged Jay, making his way towards the kitchen area. Silently, he acknowledged he'd much rather be snowbound in a luxury hotel, as opposed to what amounted to little more than an old wooden cabin, but some shelter was better than nothing. And one thing was for sure; their car wasn't going anywhere, until the snow started to melt again. 'Cup of tea?'
'Yeah, sure,' his friend agreed, only half concentrating. A small, red car had just come into view on the far side of the valley. Through the naked eye, it showed up as little more than a speck, being several miles away on the main road. But thanks to Tim's fairly high-powered binoculars, he could just make out a single driver. Despite being wrapped up well against the cold, the driver was obviously a young woman.
At that moment, a shrill ringtone echoed around the room. Jay snatched up his phone and switched the device onto speaker, as Tim carefully placed his binoculars down, hoping for news that their friends were safe.
'Ben? Is that you?' Tim demanded, trying his best to ignore the badly crackling line. The reception was horrendous.
'Yeah! Great weather, huh?'
'Superb,' agreed Jay sarcastically. 'Where are you?'
'We've found a pub, just on the outskirts of Dartmoor. What's it called?' asked Ben to the other men who were clearly in the car with him.
'Something to do with compasses,' shouted one of them from the back seat.
'Mmmmm, helpful, thanks,' chuckled Ben. 'Suffice to say, we're still a good twenty miles from the cabin. I'm sorry, but we simply aren't going to make it.'
'Understood,' replied Jay. 'At least you're okay. Tim and I arrived, just before the weather really turned. It's evil up here,' he added, watching great flurries of snowflakes being buffeted around by the cruel wind outside. 'Let's all just batten down the hatches and sit this one out. We'll get together another time.'
'Is David with you?' queried Tim.
'No, he was travelling separately,' crackled Ben's voice. 'He hasn't reached you yet?'
'No,' confirmed Jay thoughtfully. 'But out of all of us, he's the one I'd be least worried about. He's probably digging himself an underground shelter as we speak!' All the men laughed. David was currently on leave from the British Army and was the toughest guy any of them had ever met. Built like the proverbial brick shithouse, he wouldn't let a poxy bit of weather stop him.
Once they'd ended the call and enjoyed a steaming mug of tea, Tim returned to his lookout post and picked up the binoculars once more. Incredibly, over the past quarter of an hour or so, the weather had deteriorated still further. He knew they were located in one of the most desolate parts of Dartmoor, just a couple of miles from the famous Princetown prison, but still, the outlook was incredibly bleak. There wasn't another building in sight, just white snow drifting threateningly, swirling black clouds dominating the sky and…still, that small, red car?
Tim peered forwards, surprised to note that the car had hardly travelled any further since the last time he'd seen it. Feeling his heart pound more vigorously, reflecting his anxiety, he squinted hard.
'Er, Jay?' he murmured, his eyes still fixed out of the window. 'I think we might have a problem.'
'Another one?' he grinned, looking up from a magazine he was reading. 'What now?'
'I think there's a woman stranded in a car.'
'Seriously?' he asked, jumping up from the sofa and striding across the room. 'Jesus, Tim! That's fucking miles away!'
'Two miles, maybe? But she could be hurt…' said Tim pleadingly, as Jay squinted through the binoculars to check out the situation for himself. 'We should go and help.'
Jay exhaled a long sigh, knowing his long-term friend was right. There were so few dwellings in the area that, despite the distance, they could well be the closest help at hand. Glancing around the room, Jay made a quick mental list of what they needed to do, if they were going out in such atrocious weather, to rescue a damsel in distress.
'Fine,' he agreed at last. 'You stoke up the fire, so this place is still warm when we get back. I'll get a rucksack together.'
'I'll need my medical bag,' added Tim, as he strode towards the log basket. There was only a limited amount a doctor could do, in the absence of proper equipment, but he had to be prepared to at least try and help.
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The men had been hiking through the freezing snowstorm for the best part of an hour. Thanks to wearing almost every item of outdoor kit they owned, they remained relatively warm, although Tim had to admit that he'd lost the feeling in his nose and feet some while previously. Unfortunately, their progress was continually being hampered by the incredible depth of snow which lay around them. The driving wind didn't help much either, and nor did an unspoken fear that they couldn't be one hundred percent sure on what surface they might be stepping. The last thing they needed was to fall through an icy lake, thinking they were happily walking along a solid road.
At last, the little red car came into view.
'Shit,' murmured Jay. Naturally, they both sped up, running as effectively as the deep snow allowed, in order to reach the driver's side door. Working in the police force, Jay had the dubious honour of having witnessed many a road traffic accident in his time, and this was looking like another classic example. The woman had skidded off the road and crashed into a nearby dry stone wall. Now unconscious, she was slumped over the steering wheel, not moving.
Grateful to discover that the car door wasn't locked, Jay crouched down beside her in the snow, whilst Tim scurried around to the other door and sat in the passenger seat. There he performed a series of rapid health checks, whilst Jay looked concerned.
'She's breathing,' confirmed Tim. 'But we need to get her somewhere warm.'
Jay stood up and looked around him. There was nothing but white, for as far as the eye could see. The only location they knew existed was their little log cabin, barely visible from their current position. There was no other choice; they couldn't leave her here in the car, to freeze to death.
'What about her back? Her neck?' Jay demanded.
'As far as I can tell, nothing's damaged,' explained Tim, raising his mobile phone into the air and squinting at it with displeasure. 'Ideally we wouldn't move her until I was one hundred percent sure. But I'm not sure we have the luxury of choice. And even if we did have a phone signal, you probably aren't going to get the emergency services out here for many hours, at best.'
'Fine,' said Jay, taking control. He shrugged the rucksack from his back and balanced it against the rear car wheel, as Tim made his way back around to the driver's side. 'You carry our kit, I'll carry her.'
'I can help,' interjected Tim.
'No, you're the brains, I'm the brawn,' Jay chuckled. 'You need to be in a fit state to look after her, once we get back. We can't both be broken.'
Lifting her carefully from the seat, Jay cradled the limp body in his arms and they set off back to the cabin. With burning lungs, he powered his way through the deep snow, following the rough path made by Tim's footsteps ahead of him.
'You need a hand here?' asked Tim at one point, when they reached a steep incline, not far from their final destination.
'I'm okay,' shouted Jay over the strong winds, grateful that his travelling companion had a slight frame. 'You go ahead and set up a bed right in front of the fire. She's freezing. We have to get her warm.'
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Less than ten minutes later, an exhausted Jay fell through the front door, kicking it shut behind him. Laying the woman carefully on the double mattress which was now situated in front of a roaring fire, Jay momentarily slumped against the sofa, panting deeply. His painful lungs were silently screaming, from being forced to exert themselves for an extended length of time in the frigid air.
Working quickly and methodically, Tim removed her thick coat, before repeating a series of checks. When he was content, he peeled the wet clothes from her frigid skin, wrapping her tightly in an assortment of blankets.
'We'll just have to wait now,' said Tim, looking concerned. 'But you're a goddamn hero!' he directed towards Jay, shaking his head in astonishment at his friend. 'Cup of tea?'
Jay laughed, immediately wishing he hadn't when his laughter turned into a coughing fit. His lungs were going to take a while to recover.
'Something stronger wouldn't go amiss.'
'I reckon we've earned it,' agreed Tim. Standing up, he grabbed a couple of glasses from the kitchen and a large, unopened bottle of whisky. Pouring out two generous measures, he passed one across to his friend. Chinking their glasses together, to celebrate a job well done, they downed the strong, peaty liquid in one.
'Geez! That's powerful!' exclaimed Tim, coughing deeply like his friend, as the liquid burnt a trail down his throat. Without pausing, he grabbed the bottle and poured them both another.
'Just what the doctor ordered,' grinned Jay, closing his eyes with exhaustion.
For a short while, Jay slept, whilst Tim carefully continued to monitor his patient. She simply wasn't warming up adequately enough, her grey-tinged skin remaining ice-cold to the touch, despite the heat of the room.
'What's happening?' groaned Jay, groggily waking up from his snooze. He was horizontal on the sofa, observing his friend at work. Not only was their friendship a long and close one, but back at home, there were also housemates, so they knew each other well. Without needing to exchange words, it was obvious that Tim wasn't happy.
'She's far too cold. We have to get her warm.'
'Well I'm boiling,' complained Jay, stripping out of his jumper to reveal big, powerful arms beneath a short sleeved T-shirt which clung to his impressive form like a second skin. 'I don't see how she can't be!'

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