Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous chapters of Becca XXX The Eden Project. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.
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Father Tobias had driven me to the Eden project, before the police came looking for me. I'd hidden in the back of his car and he'd driven past the clinic to get me out of the village.
"The police are there," he'd said, as we'd passed my former place of work. "Don't worry you'll be safe at Eden."
I hoped he was right. Lexa had told me that if the police got involved, I was on my own. I didn't fancy explaining why I'd encouraged a brother and sister to fuck each other, to a judge if it went to trial. I didn't really know how serious the situation was and I certainly didn't want to find out. Hiding out at the old Medena barracks would give me a safe haven and allow me to find out what was really going on there.
Father Tobias had fallen for my plan and I believed that he now had one hundred percent trust in me. How long that trust lasted, only time would tell.
As he showed me to a room in the old barracks buildings, I acted the part of being in shock at what I'd done. I held my head low and had a face full of worry. I wanted him to see my weaker side so that he'd leave me to rest for the remainder of the day. I was genuinely exhausted. Undercover work is hard on the mind and I always had to stay one step ahead of him. I had to control the way I moved, the way I looked, my facial expressions, my body language and of course what I said to him. All of this took an incredible amount of energy and strength of mind and today it had taken its toll on me.
My room wasn't with the rest of the general community. It appeared to be in a separate block which Father Tobias told me was the staff quarters. My amenities were slightly better as I was classed as an instructor rather than just another runaway. The room was basic, with a double bed, a chair and a chest of drawers. There was no television or radio, just a bible sitting on the chest of drawers.
On the bed were some clothes. The same dark green trousers that everyone else wore, were laid out for me along with seven pairs of panties and seven black vest tops. There was a black crop top and a pair of black shorts, along with socks and a pair of trainers and a pair of hiking boots. Beside them were a set of toiletries which consisted of a bar of soap, shampoo, toothbrush and toothpaste and a set of towels.
"You look exhausted my child," said the vicar. "You should have everything you need. Please get some rest and I'll see you in the morning."
I gave him a thankful look as though he'd saved my life.
"Thank you for everything Father," I said in a tired voice. "I'll see you in the morning."
He shut the door behind him and left me to it.
The first thing I did was get my phone out of my bag and send a text to Lexa to let her know what had happened. I told her that I'd been fired and that the plan had worked and that I was now staying at the Eden project.
She texted back:
"Good work Becca. Keep me posted."
I put my phone on silent and put it back in my bag. I then checked that the field kit was still in the hidden compartment in my bag. If my phone got confiscated, I would still have a backup. No one had mentioned taking it away from me and I hadn't been searched on the away in, so I assumed they weren't that bothered about people having contact with the outside world.
My next priority was to secure the escape routes in case this really wasn't what it seemed. I had a window looking to the east of the facility with a tree line about five hundred metres away. If I had to make a run for it, I'd try and get to the tree line and then lose any pursuers in the woods, before trying to make it to the chain link fence and escaping. Hopefully I wouldn't be covered in DNA and full of anaesthetic, but there was no way of knowing where any of this was going.
I didn't feel threatened, if anything I felt peaceful and as though I belonged here. I still had a very stressful job to do, but at least I could have some fun if the opportunity arose.
My head hit the pillow and I was asleep in seconds.
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I awoke to the sound of a crowing cockerel. I'd been woken up by cocks many times, but never like this. Autumn had begun and the morning felt chilly despite the sun beginning to rise. I peeled back the curtains and looked out into the dawn.
The grass was dewy and people were starting to stir, probably ready for the morning run. Father Tobias had told me that they ran five miles every morning followed by calisthenics and yoga before breakfast. That sounded like a perfect way to clear my head and get some exercise and meet a few people.
There were no luxuries in the accommodation block, such as an ensuite bathroom, so I had to go to the ablutions block for a pee, wash and to clean my teeth.
I threw on my shorts, crop top and trainers and went to find them.
There were a couple of people in the toilet block doing the same things as me. I had a pee, wiped my pussy and pulled yesterday's panties up. There hadn't seemed much point in putting on a fresh pair if I was about to get hot and sweaty on a run. After a quick spruce up in the sink and freshening my breath with a good clean I was ready to face the day.
There were a lot of people gathering on the old parade square, dressed in the same clothes as me except their vests were white and mine was black. I guessed staff had to be distinguishable from the rest of the community.
Every one of them seemed in great shape. Most of the guys were well toned and muscular and the women had bodies like fitness models. Tight bums looked shapely through their shorts and their perky boobs strained to be set free from their crop tops.
"Right guys. We thank the lord for this blessed day and the opportunity to better ourselves under his ever-watchful eye," said an older guy who I assumed was the instructor.
He wore black the same as me.
"Thank the lord," I was weirded out by their monotonous chanting tone as they all replied in unison.
"I believe we have been sent a new arrival today. Is she among us?" he asked.
All eyes were suddenly on me. I put my hand up with trepidation and stepped forward.
"We all welcome Doctor Reynolds to our humble community," he said, gesturing towards me. "I'm sure you'll all get to meet her at her initiation ceremony tonight, but for now we must exercise."
He started to jog off towards the woods while I stood there wondering what the hell this initiation ceremony was, that he had just washed over.
Heidi jogged past me and grabbed my arm to drag me along with the crowd.
"Morning Doctor Reynolds," she winked. "How are you?"
I jogged to keep pace with her.
"What's this initiation ceremony?" I asked.
"All new members have to be initiated at the chapel. It's part of the rules of Eden," she giggled.
"Yes, I get that, but what is it?" I asked again.
"You'll see later," she said and raced off ahead of me.
Her large boobs bounced in time with her steps and I felt mine doing the same. The crop top was tight but was a little lacking in support. It allowed all the girls boobs to sway just enough without being uncomfortable. As I glanced round, I saw every girl bouncing along the same as me. The guys had an amazing view of such a sexy sight.
The ladies weren't disappointed either. They had a perfect view of toned male ass and biceps not to mention the swinging packages between their legs. Their shorts were baggy and they weren't wearing anything underneath by the look of it. Heavy balls and swinging dicks were there for the taking if you looked carefully.
The instructor kept a steady pace at what I guessed was about a ten-minute mile. I was a runner myself and this was a lot slower than I usually ran.
"Well done. Keep moving," shouted the instructor, briefly turning and running backwards to make sure we were all still with him.
We soon had a sweat on and entered the woods following a winding path. I imagined they did this every day, but not necessarily the same route.
I tried to get my bearings and occasionally got a glimpse of the chain link fence before we turned again and wound in and out of the woods.
"You're doing great," said a guy next to me.
He was a little taller than me with short fair hair. He wasn't a hugely built guy but he was very toned. I doubted he had any body fat at all. His most distinguishing feature was a long scar that stretched from his right temple, down his cheek and ended at his jawline. He was mid-twenties at the most and his scar didn't make him look ugly at all. If anything, it made him look sexier and gave his face more character.
"So are you," I replied with a cheeky smile.
"Mack," he said, holding out a bouncy hand.
"Becca," I said.
We shook hands as we ran.
"It's a pleasure to meet you."
"You too. How far are we running?" I panted.
"Usually five," he said, barely out of breath.
"Phew. I can just about manage that," I giggled, underplaying my ability.
"You certainly look fit enough," he laughed.
He looked me up and down, his gaze settling briefly on my bouncing orbs before turning back to the front. I followed his lead and checked him out from head to toe.
I noticed a tattoo on his left bicep. It depicted a pair of wings with a parachute in the centre. Underneath it was the number two in Roman numerals and the Latin words 'Untrique Paratus,' written on a scroll. He'd been in some sort of army for sure. I guessed at the parachute regiment, but I didn't know what the motto in Latin meant.
In a way it made sense that he'd be here. I'd read in the news that many ex-servicemen ended up homeless and our government didn't seem to be doing anything about it. The soldiers would return home from a life of conflict and routine and were often unable to adapt to normal civilian life. As a result, some went into meltdown and ended up with nothing. I wondered if that was why Mack was here, but we'd only just met so it didn't seem right to ask.
