Chapter 2
2
Warmth receded as his sheets were yanked back and Alex came slamming back into consciousness with a yell, lashing out and automatically trying to fight as hard hands grasped his wrists. Even though the sleep hadn't cleared from his eyes yet, he managed to land at least one good punch before pain shuddered through his body, fizzing along his nerves and he went crashing back down onto the bed.
At least it was a soft landing.
He groaned, a strangled sound, which was the only noise his vocal cords seemed capable of while the electricity moved through him.
It stopped as suddenly as it had started, leaving him shaking. Dazed, this time he didn't resist as he was dragged from the bed. His feet stumbled on the ground before he found footing, soldiers on either side of him gripping his arms to keep him from falling completely. Their rough grips hurt his sensitive skin that was still tingling from the electric shock. Not that he said anything.
"So who put money on him getting one of us?" one of the soldiers asked, making Alex look up, trying to get a handle on what was happening.
One of the other soldiers was rubbing his cheek, which was showing a distinct dark-red mark on it, but he grinned. "I did. Worth every penny."
The others groaned, their good-natured ribbing flowing around Alex, pricking at his temper. It gave him a rush of adrenaline that helped kick his brain back into gear. He craned his neck around.
"Where's Bella?"
The soldier that he'd hit smirked at him. "She's indisposed. And you're being moved for now."
Before he had a chance to ask any more questions, they'd stopped and one of the soldiers put his hand on a panel next to the door. Alex was shoved into the room, the door whisking shut behind him. It had a couch, a bookshelf that was filled with books, a table and two chairs, but was otherwise completely sterile. There was something different about it though, something that Alex couldn't quite put his finger on. And it wasn't just the bookshelf—although that was a welcome sight.
He looked around the room, trying to figure out what was niggling at the back of his mind, frowning as he examined every inch of the space.
It wasn't until he sat down on the couch and all the hairs on the back of his neck lifted as he stared at the wall in front of him that he figured it out. The walls were completely bare, without a single decoration... not even one sigil.
He surged to his feet, buoyed up by pure adrenaline and fear for Bella. What the hell had she done?
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Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Even though she'd just wanted to see what was inside and hadn't actually been planning on going anywhere, exploring had been monumentally stupid. Although at the time she'd felt secure and she'd done everything she could make sure she wasn't being watched. She still wasn't entirely sure if Jordan had already known she was in there or if he'd just happened to be in the tunnels at the same time.
They went through the passageway until he opened up a room that she'd never seen before, although she recognized quite a bit of the equipment in it. This was obviously the room below the Wolf's main hall, the one that came up through the floor. That or it was an exact replica, because it had the same bed and wooden structures that they'd seen up on the dais. But down here there were all sorts of things lining the walls, things that Bella didn't even want to look at.
Jordan had Bella's hands cuffed together in front of her before forcing her to kneel a few feet away from him and Trish. The other soldiers lounged in the doorway, watching, although obviously not expecting to be invited any further into the room. Bella doubted they seriously thought she was that much of an escape threat right now, even if it was obvious that Jordan's attention was almost completely focused on Trish.
The pretty blonde was trussed up, her wrist cuffs attached to a hook that stretched her out. Ankle cuffs kept her legs spread apart, just wide enough for her to balance but making all the soft, sensitive areas between her legs completely vulnerable. Her wide blue eyes were trained on Jordan as he moved around the room; she didn't once glance at Bella. The ball-gag didn't allow her to make much noise, but Bella was sure she could hear little whimpers anyway.
Coming back in front of Trish, Jordan cupped one of her breasts in his big hands. Her head tipped back as she looked up at him, wide-eyed and shaking, even though Bella could tell that his touch was actually quite gentle. The scene in front of her seemed almost intimate, and she wanted to look away, but she couldn't. There was something very different about the way Jordan treated Trish and the way the Wolf treated her and Alex, and this was her first chance to really see it up close. She was fascinated.
Trish's long blonde hair hung down her back, slightly tangled and mussed-looking, swaying gently as she shook her head while Jordan squeezed and kneaded her breasts. His hands were so big on her small frame that he was able to completely engulf the mounds with his palms. Even though she was obviously scared, Bella could tell that Trish was also becoming aroused. The way her back arched, despite the limited movement allowed by her position, pressed her breasts further into Jordan's hands.
And when he moved away, Trish shuddered and whimpered.
Even though she didn't want to be, Bella was becoming aroused herself from watching them. It was a strange symphony of reluctance on Trish's part, obsessive desire on Jordan's, and the amalgamation of punishment and gentle tenderness that stirred something within Bella. She'd already learned that she could be sexually excited by things that she didn't think she should be, but she hadn't realized that it would extend to this kind of voyeurism. Pressing her thighs together, Bella shivered as she watched Jordan pinch and tug on Trish's nipples. His head was lowered; it looked like he was whispering in her ear. Bella desperately wished she could hear what he was saying.
Once Trish's nipples were fully extended, hard and pointy, Jordan straightened and reached into his pocket, pulling out what Bella immediately recognized as a set of nipple clamps. She whimpered in sympathy as Jordan closed a clamp over one of Trish's nipples. Trish's entire body shuddered, but she didn't pull away... she just closed her eyes and held as still as possible, her chest moving as she breathed in deeply through the pain, and Bella realized that this was definitely not Trish's first time with the clamps. Jordan clamped her other nipple, leaving the chain connecting the two hanging between her breasts, and then he stroked her sides, watching her reaction, his fingers moving up and down the curve of her body, almost as if he was soothing her, even though he was the one who had caused her pain.
There was a strange fluttering in her stomach, and Bella was shocked when she realized that she was actually envious. After all, no one had soothed or helped her when she'd been clamped or punished; she'd had no kind of encouragement at all. Not even Alex had been allowed to comfort her. But Jordan was doing so with Trish.
Once Trish seemed to have adjusted to the clamps, Jordan walked around behind her to pick up a long, flat leather paddle. He glanced over to where the soldiers were still in the doorway, silently standing at attention and watching. Bella bit her lower lip, even though they weren't watching her. When Jordan walked around behind the trussed-up blonde, drawing his arm back and landing the first blow across her ass, Bella realized that Trish had been positioned so that her breasts would thrust out at the soldiers as her body arched in reaction to the blow. As if Jordan was almost deliberately taunting them with what he had and they didn't... or maybe just showing her off. Similar to the way the Wolf seemed to enjoy showing off Alex and Bella.
Was everyone here either an exhibitionist or a voyeur?
THWACK!
A second blow across Trish’s bottom had the young blonde shrieking into her gag and Bella wincing in sympathy. She had the urge to speak up, to beg Jordan to stop because Trish couldn't, but a craven voice in her head whispered to be silent lest his attention turn to her. Right now she was almost forgotten... but she doubted she would remain that way for long if she tried to interfere.
THWACK! THWACK!
The sound of leather slapping against tender skin made Bella jerk with every blow, just as Trish did. Bella's hands clenched into fists, almost as if she was physically restraining herself from crying out along with the other woman, her body trembling in reaction to what she was watching.
After five hefty smacks against Trish's ass, which had to be bright red by now, Jordan stopped. Holding the paddle at his side, he stepped up closer behind Trish again, winding his hand in her hair, looping it around his fingers under his hand was just at the nape of her neck and then he used it to bend her head back. Bella could hear the soft murmur of his voice as he whispered in Trish's ear although she still couldn't hear what he was saying. The other woman whimpered.
And then Jordan stepped back again.
THWACK!
THWACK!
The distressed sounds Trish was making behind her gag made Bella want to cover her ears, but the space between the cuffs on her wrists was too small for her to be able to cover both. Closing her eyes didn't help at all. It was like the scene was burned into her brain: Trish's agonized, muffled sounds, the jingling of the chain between her nipples as her body jerked and bounced, and the slap of the paddle.
THWACK!
"Stop! Please..." Bella shouted out the first word, the second came as more of a whimper, trickling off as she opened her eyes to see Jordan's icy gaze sweeping over to her. He raised his eyebrow.
"Feeling guilty, Pet?" he asked, his lips curving upward. "Would you like to help her?"
Bella's voice felt like it was caught in her throat, behind an invisible barrier. What had she done? But she did want to help Trish, so she nodded her head.
Jordan smirked.
Stroking his hand down Trish's side, he turned his arm to curve his hand over her mound and dip his fingers into her pussy. They came away wet. Lifting his hand, he showed his glistening fingers to Bella, simultaneously showing the other soldiers, who murmured their appreciation. "When she comes, her punishment ends."
Trish made a noise behind the gag, but there was no way to tell what she was trying to say or express. Stepping closer to Bella, Jordan dragged his fingers over her lips, leaving her with no doubt as to how he thought Trish would achieve orgasm.
It was her fault Trish was in this position in the first place. Trish had been trying to do something good, something helpful for her and Alex, and Bella had gone and fucked it all up. And now Trish was paying the price.
So when Jordan turned away and stepped back toward Trish, tapping the leather paddle meaningfully against his leg, Bella followed as best she could on all fours with her wrists cuffed together. But when Jordan moved behind Trish, Bella went in front until she was kneeling almost between Trish's legs. Behind her she could hear the soldiers at the door laughing, probably settling some kind of bet. Assholes. Why the Wolf's men had such a fascination with her and Alex's behavior and reactions, she would never understand.
Despite the fact that Trish was in obvious pain from the leather paddle, from this close Bella could smell the musky scent of her arousal and see Trish's slick netherlips up close. Jordan really hadn't had to work hard to find the cream to coat his fingers. Strangely, what Bella mostly felt was a sense of relief to know that she wasn't the only one who had inexplicable reactions like this.
THWACK!
The blow jolted Trish's hips forward and the younger woman screamed behind her gag, her chest heaving as she struggled with the sensations.
And the best thing Bella could do for her, the only way she could help, was to tilt her head back and lean forward to bury her mouth in Trish's splayed pussy. She felt Trish shudder above her as Bella swiped her tongue up the center of Trish's lips. Musky sweetness, tinged with just the slightest hint of bitter, exploded in her mouth; the distinct taste of pussy that wasn't quite like anything else.
She felt the next blow to Trish's ass, pushing Trish's pussy even more firmly against her mouth. Bella was gentle, wary of her teeth bruising those soft lips while Trish's movements were so unpredictable. Especially once Trish started to press her pussy against Bella's questing tongue, trying to escape her punishment and replace it with pleasure.
They both sagged with relief when the steady paddling stopped again. Bella had winced every time the paddle had smacked against Trish's cheeks, not just because of Trish's jerking movement, but also because it felt dangerously close to her face even though she was protected by Trish's body.
Something brushed against her chin and, when she glanced, she saw Jordan's fingers pushing into Trish's ass. The other woman mewled piteously behind her gag, wriggling and obviously unhappy with this turn of events. Bella could sympathize. Especially as Jordan slid his fingers from Trish's ass and replaced them with his cock.
Bella shuddered as she felt Trish's reaction, the way her body surged forward, away from the punishing thrust. Her muffled cry of protest was overpowered by Jordan's groan of pleasure. Behind her she could hear the answering groans from the soldiers in the doorway, and she could only speculate how the entire tableau must look to them, with Bella kneeling before Trish, her face buried in Trish's muff, the slender blonde caught between her and Jordan as he reached up to cup and squeezed her breasts with their clamped nipples, powerfully thrusting into her from behind.
Even worse, Bella couldn't help but wonder if she would ever find herself in a similar position, probably with Alex in her place and the Wolf in Jordan's. Something inside of her quivered and she couldn't tell if it was fear or that dark, unwanted excitement that she'd discovered inside of herself.
The hard ass-fucking that Jordan was giving Trish was actually making Bella's job slightly easier, because he was rocking Trish in a steady rhythm that Bella could follow much more easily. If she looked up she could see Jordan squeezing and kneading at Trish's breasts as he fucked her. Her nipples had turned dark pink in the clamps and the chain was jerking them in every direction as her breasts were played with and bounced. Bella's own nipples throbbed in sympathy.
And yet, Trish was definitely coming closer to orgasm, the muffled noises from behind her gag becoming louder and less pained. Bella knew that Jordan wasn't going to stop fucking Trish until Bella made her come, and she did her best to seek out Trish's clit, latching on and sucking hard. Trish's head fell back as she shuddered between the two of them, her body trying to stay close to Bella and the pleasure, even as Jordan's withdrawal had her hips pulling backward.
When Trish came, it was obvious to all of them, her body arched even more dramatically than it had before and she shuddered between them, her jerky movements somehow graceful in her ecstasy. Jordan groaned, biting down on her shoulder as he thrust, hard, several times and then held still, filling her ass with his cum. Sucking as hard as she could, Bella ignored the ache in her jaw, not wanting to give Jordan any excuse to continue punishing Trish, wanting to make sure he couldn't pretend Trish hadn't come.
To Bella's shock, as Trish's body relaxed, coming down from its euphoric high, Jordan's arm wrapped around her slender waist, helping to hold her up so that all of her weight didn't end up on her wrists. Releasing the swollen pink nub from her lips, Bella panted for breath. For the first time, she could hear some of what Jordan was saying to Trish. He was crooning in her ear about what a good girl she was.
And that weird sense of envy rose inside her again.
Especially as Jordan continued to stroke Trish's legs as he undid the restraints on her ankles, rubbing them briskly for a moment, before standing and wrapping his arm around her waist again to catch her as she sagged when he released the wrist restraints. And Bella knelt there, totally forgotten as Jordan refocused completely on the little blonde.
There was something really wrong with her for feeling a bit depressed by that.
Still, as Jordan sat down and gathered Trish onto his lap, releasing the clamps, then lowering his head to each of her nipples in turn and soothing the sore buds while she whimpered, Bella couldn't help but wish that someone was that nice to her after each of her ordeals.
Alex did his best, but he was focused on other things too.
What would it be like to be so soothed and comforted, so totally the center of one man's attention like that? It wasn't something Bella had ever experienced. Although, if she was Trish, this was not the man or the situation she'd choose to experience it in. The little blonde curled into Jordan, seeking physical contact the same way Bella did with Alex, although Alex wasn't the one who did the things to her that she needed comforting for. Then again, it wasn't like Trish had anyone else. She was all alone with Jordan, all the time.
Jordan stroked her hair, combing it out with his fingers, watching the strands of it as they fell from his hand. Maybe that was one of his kinks, Bella thought. He certainly seemed obsessed with it.
She didn't know how long she knelt there, watching them. Long enough to get her breath back. Long enough to sense the soldiers behind her getting antsy. She didn't turn to look at them. All she could do was hope that Jordan wasn't about hand her over to them.
Suddenly, he straightened, although he kept his hold on Trish, reaching up to touch his hand to his ear.
"Yes... Yes, Sir." His gaze focused back on her, for the first time in what seemed like ages, and Bella shivered as he looked her up and down. Then he looked past her to the soldiers in the doorway. "The Wolf is back. Take her to him."
When the door finally opened again, Alex was practically bouncing on his feet with anxious energy. He'd tried to sit and read, and that had worked for a while, but it also let him figure out an approximation of how much time was passing. A lot of it. Not knowing what was going on, what Bella had done or what was happening to her.
Two soldiers entered and flanked the door as Nurse Roche walked in. The older woman smirked at him as he automatically tensed, flinching at her appearance. She'd been a lot less rough with him than either the Wolf or Cora had been, but he still didn't want her anywhere near him, to be perfectly truthful.
"Hello again, my little Toy," she said, winking at him.
Alex clenched his jaw against an automatic retort. He stared at her, almost daring her to come closer. This time he wasn't restrained and the soldiers were several feet away from her. On the Moon he would have never been comfortable using any kind of violence against a woman, no matter the provocation. Here... he was willing to make some exceptions. It wasn't like the women here couldn't defend themselves. Hell, he wasn't entirely sure that he'd be able to go one on one with Cora, but he knew that whatever Nurse Roche was here for, he wasn't going to give in without some kind of a fight.
The nurse laughed, reaching into her pocket and withdrawing a syringe. "Don't look so scared Toy, I'm just here to give you a shot. A little something special that the Wolf picked up, just today... it was supposed to go to the Moon but well... he figured we needed it more."
"I'm just fine without it," Alex said roughly, backing away as she pulled the plastic covering off of the syringe's needle. Whatever it was, he didn't want it in his body. No matter what she said, he wouldn't trust her.
He knew that he wasn't really going to have a choice, but maybe if he could knock it out of her hands or something he could get some extra time... figure something out. Find some way to bargain.
"Life would be so much easier for you if you didn't fight everything," Nurse Roche said, her smile turning more cruel just before pain lanced through him, traveling from his neck along the nerve pathways all through his body. Just enough electric shock to leave him gasping for air as his knees hit the ground again.
And before he could get control back over his muscles, Nurse Roche was already beside him, wiping a small area with a wet pad that smelled of alcohol and stabbing the needle into the big muscle of his left arm. Alex grunted at the slight pinch, more angry than pained by his swift defeat.
As she stood, he caught the hem of her dress. "Where's Bella?"
"Not your concern, Toy," she said, pulling her dress out of his fingers as she patted him condescendingly on the head. "For once, you've been the good one. Enjoy it while it lasts."
Dread and helpless fury engulfed him as she left without a backward glance, the soldiers following behind her.