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"Where are we going?" asked Bella, as the soldiers escorting them took them past the door to the Wolf's main room. The throne room. Her voice was higher pitched than normal. As much as she hated the afternoons with the Wolf and his soldiers, it was something of a routine. They either went to the Wolf's main room or back to their room, and deviations from that routine were dangerous. Unpredictable. And usually heralded something very, very bad.

Glancing over at Alex, she could see that he was anxious too; but even though he was scowling, he looked like he was almost excited too. After all, they were being led to somewhere they hadn't been before. Most of the compound looked the same, but they knew the routes they usually took, they knew where the sigils on the walls were on those routes. These were new. She could almost see Alex filing all the information away into his head as he glanced around, taking in what directions other people were coming from, and the very little they could see when they happened to pass a window.

Her question went ignored, which didn't surprise her. She hadn't really been expecting a response, it had just been automatic to ask. Sometimes someone answered. Strangely, it was most often the Wolf.

"In here," one of the soldiers said, stepping aside and smirking at them as the door opened. Bella shot a look at the woman, who seemed almost sadistically happy. Whatever was beyond that doorway, it must not be good.

Stepping in ahead of Bella, Alex suddenly stopped. His shoulders were broad enough, and he was tall enough, that she couldn't see around him.

"What is it?" she whispered, peering around his arm, which had tensed. His entire body had tensed all over, in fact. As soon as she saw what he was looking at, her blood froze.

Four people looked up from where they were sitting around the room, sprawled on comfortable chaises and lounges. Two women, two men. To look at, they were just four completely normal people, relaxing and chatting in a room that was made for it. The problem was, they shouldn't have been there at all.

Prime Richard Dillon was comfortably seated on a small couch with Prime Commander Esther Marquis. Lounging on a chaise was Secondary Prime Lorena Paulson, and Minister of Earth Relations, and all too familiar to Bella, Kenneth Pratchett, Sr. Her boyfriend’s—former boyfriend's—father. The leader of the Moon's government, his right-hand woman, the commanding officer of the Moon's admittedly small military force, and the man who was supposed to be the government's liaison between the Moon and Earth. All of them looking entirely too comfortable in the Wolf's compound.

Four heads turned to watch Bella and Alex's entrance, their eyes widening as they looked over their naked bodies. Of course, the officials were all fully clothed.

"Is it that time already?" Lorena asked, pushing herself up from a lounging position to sitting. Her short brown hair swung about her face. In her late forties, Lorena looked more like a woman in her mid-twenties; she had obviously taken advantage of all of the youthening and beautifying treatments that could be had on the Moon.

A sudden hissing sound made all of them look up, including Bella and Alex. She clung to Alex's back as a barely visible mist filled the room. It smelled sickly sweet and made her skin tingle the second she took a breath, but it was filling the room so quickly that it was impossible not to breathe it in.

"What is that?" Alex asked, his voice strongly demanding. It reassured her to hear him not backing down for a moment. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Negotiations," Ken Sr. drawled, shuddering slightly as he drew in a deep breath. None of the officials looked concerned. The Prime Commander looked more resigned than anything else; out of all of them, she was the only one who seemed uncomfortable and gave Alex and Bella an apologetic look. Richard and Lorena both looked expectant and Ken Sr. looked downright eager. He was staring straight at Bella, with eyes so much like his son's that it was disturbing; especially with the intensity of his gaze.

The tingling feeling in her body intensified and she groaned as she suddenly recognized what she was feeling. Alex was beginning to tremble under her hands and she knew what was happening.

The officials were all standing and beginning to strip off their clothes. Alex sank to the ground in front of her, on all fours, as if he was controlling his urges by mere force of will, hanging onto his self-control by his fingernails. Bella could feel her own willpower rapidly dwindling as her nipples hardened and her pussy lips plumped. When she shifted she could feel the slick wetness that had gathered between her legs.

"Noooo." She breathed the word out on a moan, her hand coming down on Alex's shoulder and her fingers digging in. Pleadingly, she looked at Esther, a trim and fit woman who had allowed her black hair to go grey at her temples, eschewing the usual Moon obsession with youthfulness. She was the only one who looked like she might also be trying to resist the aphrodisiac that had filled the room. "Why? Why are you doing this?"

Esther bit her lip, looking ashamed, but it was Ken Sr. who answered.

"Because we have to," he said, pulling off his pants and underwear. His erection stood straight up, glistening at the tip. He didn't sound the slightest bit uncomfortable, and the way his eyes roved over her naked body made her want to throw up. Well, it made herwantto want to throw up. She was too horny right not to feel anything but the pulsing need in her core. "The Wolf tapes all of this, you know, to ensure our silence."

"But what the hell are you doing down here in the first place?" Alex asked, his voice raspy, husky with combined fury and arousal. His head tilted up and Bella was sure that he was glaring at them. "You weren't trying to free us."

It was an accusation, hurled right at them, and the moment he said it, Bella knew it was true. They hadn't been surprised by Alex and Bella's appearance, or disturbed by the gas that filled the room. There was every indication that the officials knew exactly what was going on. That they'd done this before.

"It's the Wolf," the Prime of the Moon growled. He had pulled Esther in closer to him and was caressing her unabashedly, not even trying to fight the effects of the aphrodisiac. In fact, he looked like he was enjoying himself. At least Esther looked like she didn't want to be enjoying herself, even though she was. "He holds certain things that we need ransom. Like oxygen and food. It's a trade, we can't do anything about it."

Bella gasped. "The Moon is self-sufficient!"

That's what they’d learned in school. The Moon had hydroponics, gardens that filled the domes with air, that fed the people. Everything they could possibly need was up on the Moon, they had stopped being reliant on the earth for the necessities of life over a century ago.

Both Lorena and Ken Sr. laughed, moving toward her and Alex.

"No, it's so much cheaper to get what we need from Earth. The demands of our people are too high for us to be able to keep up with them. The size of gardens we'd need, just for the housing facilities... but that's sweet, Bella," Ken Sr. said, coming closer.

The importance of his words wouldn't be fully realized till later, when she would think about it and understand. The people of the Moon were constantly expanding, beyond what they needed or could support. They were trading with the criminal warlords on Earth to keep up the fiction. The price was their children to the Wolf, and who knew what else. And the Wolf kept them on a short leash by involving them in the captures, involving them in the depravity, so that if they ever tried to turn on them, he could show their complicity. Was it everyone? Or only these four? Then again, with these four involved, would anyone else on the Moon even need to be? Bella swayed, wanting to run, frozen in place.

Ken Sr. wrapped his hand around his cock, his eyes never leaving her face as he pumped his fist around the fat rod. "I've always thought you were sweet. Sexy."

"Leave her alone," Alex growled, starting to stand, trying to shield her from the approaching older man.

Lorena moved fast; she darted forward, pushing Alex so that he stumbled back against the door. Just as quickly, she was on her knees, sucking his cock into her mouth. He groaned, protesting, but when his hands landed on her head he wound his fingers into her hair instead of pushing her off. Bella didn't blame him; she was shaking with the need for someone to touch her pussy, to rub her swollen clit.

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