Chapter 9
9
It was like watching a porno. One that made her writhe with jealousy as well as arousal. Jordan had strapped Bella down to a chair that wasn't really a chair, because the seat was split down the center; once her thighs were restrained, he'd pushed the sides open, forcing her legs apart. The chair had been placed directly in front of the vid screen, and she was finding it impossible to look away from the orgy, even as jealous hate for the petite redhead curdled in her stomach.
"Come on, little girl," Jordan said, pushing a naked Trish onto her hands and knees. He patted her bottom, urging her forward between Bella's legs. "Make Pet feel better."
Trish didn't hesitate or protest this time, and Bella wondered if she'd given up on fighting Jordan. The little blonde was positioned on all fours, ass in the air, as she began to kiss the sensitive insides of Bella's thighs, right near Bella's pussy.
Despite her jealousy, Bella was wet. She knew it wasn't Alex's fault, and that he'd been injected with an aphrodisiac, but she hated watching it all the same. She could see the redhead moaning, enjoying Alex's forceful handling, enjoying the orgiastic pleasure that was happening all around the room. The blond man was the same, on his knees before the Wolf, sucking eagerly on the older man's cock while his eyes darted back and forth, taking in as much of the scene as he could. The Wolf was focused on Alex, his buttocks clenching as he thrust into the blond's mouth. Bella could see the entire room.
The Wolf's soldiers were all piled up on each other, naked writhing bodies, in groups of two, three and more. One woman crawled across the bed to the redhead, spreading her legs and forcing the redhead's face into her pussy; not that the redhead needed much encouragement to begin eagerly licking the soldier's wet slit.
Bella whimpered as Trish's tongue slid between her own pussy lips, dragging her attention away from the screen for just a moment. Jordan was kneeling behind the blonde, avidly watching. As usual, he wasn't at all interested in the other erotic scenes happening, his entire focus was on what Trish was doing. One hand was teasing Trish's pussy, the other gently pressed against the small of her back, keeping her from being able to buck against his hand, controlling her movements.
Liquid heat built in Bella's pussy as Trish licked her, exploring Bella's folds with long, slow swipes of her tongue. Too slow. If Bella's wrists hadn't been restrained to the chair, she would have them on Trish's head. As it was, her hips were trying to move, but all she could do was squirm slightly in the chair, trying to press more of her pussy against Trish's mouth.
Whimpering in frustration, she looked back up at the screen, hoping it would provide some distraction. Alex was throwing his head back as he came, his muscles tensed, looking incredibly sexy in his ecstasy. The long line of his jaw was clenched, his pulse throbbing in his neck. His fingers were digging into the redhead's hips, and it was far too easy for Bella to remember how good he'd felt inside of her.
Memories clashed, like old film superimposed over another reel, as if she could see two different versions of Alex, fucking her at two different times. Yesterday and... when?
Pleasure swirled as Trish sucked on her clit, breaking up her concentration. On the screen, the Wolf beckoned to Alex. He pulled out of the redhead, who was still moaning into the soldier woman's pussy. Cum began to drip down her legs as soon as he pulled out, but his cock was still fully erect; covered in glossy pussy juices, it stood out from his body, still red and potent-looking.
As he moved away from the redhead, another of the Wolf's soldiers was already stepping up to take his place, shoving his cock into her ready pussy.
* * *
"Come here, Toy," the Wolf repeated, his green eyes gleaming like a panther's. The erotic sounds of sex were all around them, the wet slaps of skin on skin, of cocks thrusting into various orifices, and hot moans and grunts filled Alex's ears. His vision felt hazy, tinged around the edges with a lustful red, his body moving as if he was in a dream.
Some small voice in the back of his head screamed at him to run, but his body moved at the Wolf's command, eagerly hoping for more pleasure. Sating himself in Maureen's tight pussy had barely had an effect on the demanding need that was clawing at his insides. Already he wanted to sink his cock into someone again. If the Wolf hadn't called to him, he would probably still be pumping away at Maureen's grasping cunt.
"I think Zander would like an ass-fucking." The Wolf gripped the man's head tightly, fingers woven through the blond hair, as the man moaned throatily around the Wolf's cock. His hips tilted, pushing his ass into the air invitingly.
The same disgust he'd felt with Maureen washed through Alex. He knew that a lot of the citizens on the Moon were hedonistic; many of them came to Earth seeking adventure and pleasures that weren't available on the Moon's surface. The reactions of Zander and Maureen confirmed them as thrill-seekers. They were probably of the social group who thrived on reports of the Wolf, speculating, wishing they might be taken. Not like Bella or himself, who had taken steps to ensure they wouldn't be abducted when they'd come to Earth. Steps which had been thrown away in one night of fury, but he would have never acted like this if he'd been taken for the day.
Unlike him, Zander and Maureen weren't being compelled by drugs or threats, only by their own desires for excitement, illicit pleasures and the fifteen minutes of fame that would follow once they returned home and told the media about their experience with the Wolf.
It made him extremely ungentle as he knelt behind Zander and shoved into the other man's ass. Fortunately, because it would salve his conscious later, Zander was obviously no stranger to anal sex. Alex's cock slid in easily to the tight haven, as Zander groaned in pained pleasure, bumping the curve of his bottom against Alex's groin as the tight ring of his entrance tightened around the base of Alex's cock.
Dragging his hips back, Alex gripped Zander’s and happened to look up, his gaze clashing with the Wolf's. The criminal overlord was watching Alex, rapt with attention, as if the man sucking his cock was no more than an afterthought. Just somewhere to put his dick, a hole to bring him pleasure, while he focused on what truly interested him. Alex.
His lips pulling back in a snarl, Alex glared up at the man, keeping his eye contact with the Wolf as they pummeled and thrust into Zander between them. Pleasure washed over Alex as the man writhed, his ass clenching around Alex's pistoning cock; Alex's body was caught somewhere between erotic ecstasy and pure fury.
In the back of his mind, Alex was relieved that at least Bella wasn't part of this right now.
* * *
As Jordan fucked Trish from behind, her licking and sucking on Bella's pussy had become more intense, her own pleasure feeding Bella's. The vibrations of her moans hummed against Bella's pussy lips and clit, her tongue questing through Bella's folds, occasionally pulling Bella's clit into her mouth and sucking hard. Jordan watched, his gaze electric with pleasure, as Trish moved her face up and down along Bella's slit.
On the screen before her, Bella could see the Wolf and Alex fucking the man between them, although it looked more like they were locked in combat than in pleasure. The man was an afterthought, a prop. It was almost frightening, how much Alex looked exactly like the Wolf in that moment.
Not that the man cared. The expression of ecstasy on his face, as he was bounced between them, was eager and excited. He was getting off on being used by the two men, his hard cock bouncing as they thrust into him from either end, slapping up against his belly and leaking dripping spurts of pre-cum. Gasping, Bella tried to arch her hips as Trish sucked particularly hard, making her spasm as the pleasure jolted through her clit.
"Oh fuck... please..." Bella writhed as Trish sucked harder, her mouth pulling on Bella's clit. She could see Alex's look of enraged rapture as he approached his own orgasm, the Wolf watching him avidly. Her pussy was alive with pleasure, swelling, warming, as hot tingles swept through the swollen lips. The restraints chaining her to the chair didn't allow for any movement away from Trish's tormenting mouth as her orgasm crested and burst, the suction of her clit becoming painfully pleasurable in its intensity.
She cried out, trying to arch her hips, trying to slow the stabbing ecstasy as it pierced her core, spreading throughout her body in hot waves. The steady pulls on her clit made her arms and legs jerk against their bonds, needing to push Trish away. But the younger woman was already crying out into Bella's pussy, pushing her farther, as Jordan's thrusts became harder, faster, shoving her mouth against Bella's splayed parts.
The two women were coming together, Bella’s juices soaking Trish's lips, Trish’s vibrating moans extending the spasming shudders of Bella's climax. Jordan groaned, his fingers digging into Trish's hips as he slammed into her, rubbing his groin over the curves of her backside as he filled her with cum.
On the screen above Jordan’s head, Alex was sagging over the blond man, pulling his cock from the day captive's asshole. Like before, Alex's cock was still fully erect, looking even redder from heavy use. A woman stepped up with a cloth, rubbing it over the swollen shaft and making him jerk a shudder while she cleaned him, obviously sensitive to the slightest touch after two orgasms and yet no real relief. The Wolf was extricating himself from the blond's throat, leaving the man on all fours as a woman and another man stepped up to him, eager to try out the new meat.
The redheaded woman was still on the bed, although the two men sandwiching her body had been replaced. A third was stepping up to shove his dick in her mouth. Even though she looked tired, she was moving between them all, obviously still enjoying herself. The man in her ass was slapping her cheeks, turning them a bright pink and making her body bounce up and down with each slap.
Trish's mouth dropped away from Bella's pussy, and she moaned in relief. Her overstimulated folds felt like they were swollen to twice their size. Gripping Trish's white-blonde locks, Jordan turned her around on her knees.
"Clean me off, little girl," he murmured, his expression softening as Trish began to lap at his groin, cleaning him of their combined juices. Bella could see white trails of cum dripping down Trish's thighs, sliding down to the floor. She shivered, trying not to draw attention to herself, although she didn't think she needed to worry too much. As usual, Jordan was wrapped up in Trish; he barely noticed Bella unless she did something to draw his attention.
Still, she couldn't help but reflect over the change in Trish's responses. She hadn't hesitated once. Not when Jordan had shoved her face into Bella's pussy, or now when he had her cleaning his dick of their sex. Had he brainwashed her?
Looking back up at the screen, Bella jerked against her restraints as she saw Alex now trussed up to the large wooden frame. His arms were above his head, his legs chained to the floor about shoulder-width apart, and the Wolf was whipping him with long strands of leather. It didn't look like the Wolf was hitting very hard, but the skin on Alex’s back, ass and thighs was already turning pink. A woman was on her knees in front of him, her hands braced on his thighs, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked on his cock. With a twist of jealousy in her stomach, Bella recognized one of the female soldiers that was often in the gardens at the same time as them.
Bella was so engrossed in watching the Wolf flog Alex, and the woman sucking on Alex's cock as he strained and arched his back in response to the warring sensations of pleasure and pain, that she almost forgot she wasn't alone in the room. Right up until Jordan was suddenly standing in front of her, blocking out the screen as he looked down at her with a glint in his eye. He was half-hard, probably from Trish's tongue-bath, and he was holding a strange rubber toy in his hand. It looked like a cactus, with two very large prongs and one smaller one, which sat snuggled close to one of the larger ones, while the longest prong had a larger space between it and the two others. The smaller one was glistening, as though it had been covered in lube, and dread immediately curdled in Bella's stomach as Jordan knelt down.
"Wha-what are you doing?" she stammered out, her pussy and ass clenching as he tilted his head to be able to see better. There was no way for her to close her legs or protect her most private parts as he began to push the two against her holds. Her pussy was so wet that the larger prong had no problem sliding in, and her ass was no match from the slick pressure of the smaller one. She made a whining noise as they pushed in, making her asshole burn as it was forced open.
"Quiet," Jordan ordered, reaching up to pinch her nipple, hard.
Bella whimpered, but she got the message. The toys pushing into her weren't entirely comfortable, but at least they didn't hurt. That pinch to her nipple hadn't been at all friendly. Besides, it had been a stupid question; it was pretty obvious what he was doing.
Behind him, Trish was watching with what looked like a combination of sick fascination, and reluctant jealousy, as if only now realizing that she didn't like seeing Jordan touch Bella.
Which made no sense to Bella; it would be like her feeling the same jealous possessiveness over the Wolf as she did over Alex. She didn't have too much time to dwell on it as her pussy and ass were filled up by the toy, its nubby surface rubbing pleasurably over her insides, stretching them with the thick girth of the prods. Jordan did something down there, which must have attached the toy to the chair, because he moved away and the toy stayed right where it was, firmly lodged inside of her.
The third prong jutted up between her thighs, like a perverted parody of a cock. Jordan turned to Trish, holding out his hand to bring her over. She walked slowly, looking at Bella nervously.
"Climb on Pet's lap, little girl, I want to see you riding that cock,"
Jordan's deep voice made Trish shiver. She didn't look Bella in the eyes, but she obeyed, straddling the brunette's lap and placing herself over the third prong. Bella couldn't help but moan as Trish began to lower herself, making the toy move and jiggle inside of Bella. Her holes clenched down on it, making her sphincter burn as it squeezed the hard prod. Trish had to work herself up and down to fully impale herself on it, despite the lubrication from Jordan's cum in her pussy, and it bounced and moved inside Bella as well, stirring her insides with the two prongs. Standing so that he could see both of their faces, Jordan loomed over them, watching, his cock slowly hardening at the show.
"Keep bouncing, little girl, and kiss Pet."
Trish's lips were soft and they tasted like sex; musky, salty, and sweet, with just a hint of bitterness. Bella knew that she was tasting Jordan's cum on Trish's tongue, and the combined juices of two pussies, but at least this wasn't painful. And Trish was a good kisser. Their tongues danced as Trish moved up and down, her smaller breasts brushing against Bella's larger ones, their nipples rubbing against each other. The small movements that the rods made inside Bella were turning her own, even though she couldn't move. Maybe especially because she couldn't move. She could feel Jordan moving around them, securing Trish's hands to the back of Bella's chair.
A hard hand hefted her own breast, massaging it and pinching the nipple. She squirmed in the chair, as her pussy gushed, feeling answering movement in Trish.
Suddenly pain flared in the tiny bud, and Bella shrieked into Trish's mouth, who immediately pulled away. A shiny clamp was now decorating Bella's nipple, a short chain hanging from it, and Jordan was already pinching Trish's nipple, pulling her closer to Bella.
"No, please don't, Sir," Trish begged, looking up at Jordan.
"Be a good little girl and hold still," he said firmly, giving her bottom a hefty whack that had her jumping on the fake cock inside of her. Bella groaned, her holes clenching as the rods quivered inside of her. "You can take it."
The clamp closed down around Trish's nipple, connecting her to Bella's by the short chain, which was only a few inches long.
"Ow, ow, ow," Trish chanted under her breath as she squirmed, her head arching back. Her nipples were longer than Bella's and the clamp made the jutting rosebud look even more obscene, especially when it was connecting her to Bella's body. Since she was already aroused, Bella felt the clamp as a heady mix of pleasure and pain, besides which, she'd gotten used to such a dichotomy during sex. Going by Trish's reaction and the eager lust on Jordan's face, she guessed that the younger woman wasn't.
Walking around to the other side, Jordan did the same thing, connecting the two women nipple to nipple. Every time either of them moved, they both felt it as pain in the nipples and pleasure in their pussies.
Which meant they both cried out when Jordan smacked Trish's ass. Tears sparked in her big blue eyes as she jerked, her back arching, making the chain between the clamps jiggle, and both of them writhe on the fake cocks. Bella bit her lip to keep quiet as Jordan smacked Trish's ass again, pleasure and pain sizzling through her.
The prods suddenly came to life, vibrating, and both Bella and Trish moaned. Trish couldn't stop herself from writhing, going up and down slightly on the humming cock, pulling at both of their nipples.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jordan spanked Trish's ass, hard, watching as the two women writhed in response, their bodies becoming overwhelmed by all the sensations richoting through them. Every time Trish's body would lift, in response to the hard slaps, Bella's nipples were tugged upward, but because of the restraints on the chair, her body couldn't follow. The resultant downward pull on Trish's nipples made the blonde whimper and squirm as she settled back down, relieving the pressure on both their nipples, only to be met with another hard slap to her ass. The elaborate dildos hummed inside of them, Trish's body fucking the longest shaft as Bella was only able to squirm on top of hers.
When Jordan finally stopped spanking her, Trish sagged on top of Bella for a moment, but she couldn't stop squirming. Her pussy was creaming, juices dripping down onto Bella's thighs, and both of them were beginning to throb with the need to cum. Bella moaned, trying to move on her own, needing more, and after a moment, Trish began to lift and lower again, her clamped nipples rubbing against Bella's, causing painful sparks to flare against their pleasure.
Kneeling behind her, Jordan did something to make Trish stiffen and squeal. "Please Sir, it's too big... it's too much..."
"Shhhh, it'll fit. Pet's stuffed in both holes, just ask her." The lascivious wickedness in Jordan's voice, his eyes shining over Trish's shoulder, made Bella shudder. She tilted her head back as Jordan began to thrust into Trish, feeling his movements by the way Trish reacted, tugging on both of their nipples as she tried to relieve the pressure on her holes by moving away from Jordan's dick. It only made both girls whimper as their nipples were pulled taut by the clamps, and there was nowhere else for Trish to go.
The tugging on her nipples made Bella arch her back as she found herself focusing on the vidscreen again. Alex was coming, thrusting his hips rhythmically forward into the mouth of the woman kneeling at his feet, his ass and back bright red as the Wolf continued to rain down blows with the long strands of the leather flogger.
"Pleeeeeeeeeease," Trish begged, her voice a long squeal, going higher and higher as she arched and pulled, making Bella shriek as her distended nipples were tugged on painfully. Then Trish let out a noise like a strangled sob, her body descending, and Bella knew that she was now stuffed in both holes; the long toy in her front and Jordan's cock buried in her ass. His fingers dug into the soft flesh above her hips, pulling her down, and Bella could only feel relief as the stress on her throbbing nipples was ameliorated.
The constant stimulation was making her feel high, but she wasn't receiving enough of it to climax.
Jordan began to move, fucking Trish's ass, forcing her to fuck the cock that connected her to Bella, making both girls moan as the toy massaged their insides and their distended nipples pulled as Trish was pushed up and down. Just like before, Bella couldn't do anything but sit and take what was given to her, unable to stop the sensation or help to increase them so that she could come.
Blinking, she stared up at the screen behind Jordan, Trish's breathy moans filling her ears as she watched the Wolf laying Alex back on the bed.
* * *
His cock felt like it had been rubbed raw, just like his back did, from his shoulders down to his knees. The flogger had made his skin feel itchy, sensitive, and the scrape of soft fabric against it was like sandpaper. Just like the Wolf's hand as it brushed over the length of his dick. Even that didn't turn Alex on, he was just burning inside and out, front and back, and it was like he was losing his mind in his need to keep coming even after he'd already orgasmed. The need didn't go away; it was a hot itch that tingled up his spine and made his balls tighten, even though they were already emptied. He'd come twice in Zander's ass, and the second time he'd barely leaked a few drops.
If he hadn't been pulled away, he probably would have kept fucking the other man, but the Wolf had wanted to whip him, putting on a show while Zander and Maureen watched. They were still involved in the orgy, but they were also voyeurs, excited by witnessing the hedonistic depravity of the Wolf's court. Having been around the Wolf for so long, Alex knew it for the show that it was. Yes, the Wolf was enjoying himself, but he didn't personally care what experience Maureen and Zander had, as long as they took word of it back to the Moon. The whole thing was carefully choreographed to enhance the Wolf's reputation, to give them something to talk about.
Everyone on the Moon was so obsessed with the Wolf and his sexual excess, with the dangers of visiting Earth, with the captives that were taken... they missed everything else about him. This really was a show, a distraction, some sleight of hand. This was not the worst side of the Wolf, but it was the most visible because he made it so.
And right now, Alex was a part of it.
He couldn't even fight back as the Wolf pressed him down onto the bed. His body was throbbing with the need to come again. The woman giving him a blow job while the Wolf whipped him had made him climax, but he hadn't had any juice left to give her. And he still felt like he was about to crawl of his skin with the need that was eating him from the inside out.
The Wolf hooked his arms under Alex's legs, bending him nearly in half as he dragged Alex's ass to the edge of the bed. His cock was slick with lube, having hardened again while he'd been whipping Alex. Pressing it against Alex's ass, the Wolf grunted as he thrust forward.
Alex's body bowed under the assault, his sphincter burning as it was forced open and the Wolf's cock pushed deep in one thrust. The same way that Alex had shoved into Zander. He groaned, writhing, his hands digging into the bed rather than hitting out at the Wolf, because he needed it. The line between pain and pleasure had already blurred, and his cock pulsed as the head of the Wolf's dick rubbed over Alex's prostate.
As the Wolf began fucking him, hard and deep, Alex thought his balls might explode from the glorious pressure; he could feel them squeezing down on their own, as if they were trying to produce more sperm for him to come. Groaning, he felt himself melting into the sensations, a kind of delicious freedom roiling through him as he gave up the fight and just let the Wolf fuck his ass. The aphrodisiac made it not only easy, but necessary.
Staring up at the ceiling, Alex jerked when he suddenly heard the familiar sound of Bella's moans. It only took him a second to realize that she was on the large screen, Trish sandwiched between her and Jordan. A scene of lust and sexual torment, very similar to what he was experiencing.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Maureen and Zander pointing excitedly, exclaiming over the sighting of the Wolf's other captive. The soldiers around them had all settled down to just heavy petting, rather than actually fucking, taking a break so that they could fully enjoy watching Alex and the Wolf, and now Trish, Jordan and Bella. Some of the Moon couple's words drifted through Alex's consciousness; later they would enrage him although right now he could barely understand their meaning.
"It's her! It's her!"
"Oh my god that's the other one... holy shit that's hot..."
"... do you think that feels like?... that's so cool..."
"... wish they were down here... why aren't they?"
"Can we join them?"
The Wolf pounded harder into Alex's body, leaning forward and bending Alex's legs even more. His lips parted in what was almost a snarl, his eyes boring into Alex's, even as his cock invaded Alex's insides.
"Do you hear them?" he whispered, his voice filled with the same disgust and contempt that Alex felt for the pair. "Do you begin to see?"
The words didn't make sense, not now, although they would later, and Alex could only shake his head as the Wolf forced his cock in deeper, harder. The ribbed muscles of the Wolf's belly rubbed over Alex's red, overly sensitive shaft, and he groaned, shifting and writhing as his ass clenched down and his own cock bounced between their bodies. It was pleasure and pain, fury and lust, soundless pleasure and screaming rage.
He yelled as he came, his cock jerking emptily, tiny dribbles of fluid gathering at the tip. Heat flooded his insides as the Wolf howled, throwing his head back and grinding himself against Alex's ass, his cock throbbing against the tight inner walls of Alex's body as he spewed cum into the dark hole. The sounds of orgasm filled the room, not just Alex's and the Wolf's, but the familiar breathy cry of Bella's as she came.
* * *
When Alex opened his eyes, for a moment he thought he'd gone blind, before he realized that it was just dark. His cock rubbed against the sheets as he moved, and he clenched his jaw against the whimpering groan that expanded inside of his chest. Every inch of his dick felt battered and stripped bare. After the Wolf had fucked his ass, everything had descended back into an orgy, surrounded by the sight of Bella on the screen, with Trish and Jordan. To Alex's relief, she'd never been brought down to join them.
Cold fury swept over him as he remembered the childlike excitement of Maureen and Zander. As if everything they'd witnessed was a movie or a game. They'd wanted Bella's presence, had been thrilled to see her on the screen, as if she was some kind of real celebrity and not a victim of the Wolf's cruelty.
More clearly than ever, Alex was beginning to understand how the Wolf worked. Staring up into the darkness, it was like his brain had sorted through the information when he was unconscious, and now he could see the implications, the ramifications of the Wolf's actions. Bring in the day captives, show them the debauchery, the sexual thrills that even the Moon couldn't provide, the taboo and danger the children of the Moon craved, and add in a dash of celebrity, and suddenly who cares about what else the Wolf does?
He could cover the other criminals on Earth, cover most of his own misdeeds, because what the media cared about, what the citizens of the Moon cared about, was hearing all the juicy, illicit details of the Wolf's decadent sex life. It was almost a cultural obsession at this point. Details about crimes he and his men committed only added a dash of salacious danger to the main meat of the stories that came out about him, which always revolved around the captives he took. The mystery, the fact that captives who were with him for any length of time never told their stories, only added to the intrigue and interest.
The Wolf was a smokescreen. For not only himself, but for the other crime lords on Earth also. Alex and Bella were nothing more than props, just like the captives before them.
Yet, Alex couldn't help remembering the disgust he'd felt at Maureen and Zander's flagrant interest. His contempt for their soft minds, their immature outlooks. Before being taken by the Wolf, Alex had never questioned the obsession most of the people of the Moon had with the Wolf, even if he hadn't shared it. Even then, he'd at least been intrigued by it, he'd always listened to the media stories about the Wolf. Now he felt as though those memories belonged do a different man altogether. A different man, with a different life.
The man he was now, the man he was becoming, was starting to disturb him.