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As Trish watched, she started to feel angry, which was strange for her. Normally, she wasn’t angry about the Moon and its focuses—she accepted that was just the way it was. Now she couldn’t help but think how stupid things were. How blind.
From the way the reporters talked, it was obvious they thought everyone was invested in the same topics as they were. Trish could understand the derision the Moon received from everyone in the Compound now: she was more up to date on how things were from having lived here, and she could become more so by watching the Earth news.
It was stupid of them all to think the Wolf was just interested in sex and orgies, but those were the only things any of the reports focused on. They speculated what Alex and Bella might be going through, whether or not the Wolf would give them back, and what his previous victims’ captivity and recovery had been like. Day-captives of the Wolf were interviewed constantly.
The man was dangerous, but all they cared about was the sex angle.
Something was going on here on Earth, and it might even affect citizens of the Moon, but Trish wasn’t sure she cared. She sure as heck didn’t feel the driving need to try to warn anybody.
Sure, she wanted to escape and live her own life, but, in a lot of ways, she wished she didn’t have to. If Trish could have a hot man who doted on her, provided for her, and cared for her the way Jordan didwithoutkidnapping her…. She would like to have a community of people looking out for her the way the Wolf’s people did. It was harder to feel like she didn’t fit in with them as she was starting to understand their disdain for the Moon.
The people in the Compound were just as capable as any Moon citizen she’d ever met, and just as intelligent. They were certainly more ambitious and motivated than the majority of the Moon citizens. And the Wolf was just as powerful, if not more so, than any Moon official. The Moon citizens’ attitudes were just arrogant stupidity, really.
Could an entire class of people all be narcissistic?
Trish scrolled through the channels, and her eyes popped as the screen lit up with an internal channel of a room she recognized all too well.
The Wolf’s main room had even more of an audience than she’d realized: anyone could turn on the internal channel of their vidscreen and tune in. The channel information told her it was contained to the Wolf’s Compound, with no outgoing signal, but still.
As Trish watched, there was a strange whirl in the room’s activity, as though there had been an unseen signal everyone understood that drew their attention to the Wolf’s dais. Bella and Alex sat there, while Jordan and several other soldiers stood near the Wolf, who watched his two captives. Trish shivered at the look in his eyes and drew her knees up to her chest. Wincing because of the plug in her bottom, she shifted her position to a more comfortable one.
“Ah, Pet and Toy…” The Wolf’s voice sounded smaller but no less threatening coming through the speakers of the vidscreen. “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you. In fact, I have plenty of time for you now.”
Part of her wanted to change the channel— whatever was coming probably wouldn’t be good—but Trish couldn’t look away. If she did change the channel, she’d just come right back to it in the overwhelming human curiosity that demanded to know what was happening.
The Wolf stepped forward, and the rest of his company on the dais melted back as the floor in the middle of the room opened and the erotic torture-chamber and bed came up through the opening. Soldiers stepped forward to take Alex and Bella, who scuffled with them to no avail.
Trish’s breath came short and fast as the Wolf laughed and the soldiers began wrestling Bella into position. They moved herover to a padded bench and bent her over it before cuffing her wrists to the base so her butt was high in the air and vulnerable.
Trish’s gaze flicked past the Wolf to Jordan. This way, she could see exactly where he was, know what he was doing, and know that he wasn’t coming for her yet.
When she looked back at Bella, the brunette’s legs had been pulled apart and her ankles cuffed to the bench, leaving her squirming.
“Our sweet little anal virgin,” the Wolf said, and Trish’s anus clenched around her plug involuntarily. “But not for much longer. Put Toy in place.”
Oh, my stars …
The Wolf was finally going to take Bella’s anal virginity! Trish stared at the screen in spellbound horror. She didn’t want to watch this. And yet she didn’t make a move to pick up the remote.
The noise in the room swelled as soldiers dragged Alex behind Bella and cuffed his ankles right beside hers. Trish put her hands over her mouth as one of the soldiers rubbed lube over Alex’s cock, making it shine in the bright light, and the Wolf stepped up behind both of his captives. The man whispered something in Alex’s ear, but she doubted anyone other than the soldier gripping Alex’s dick could hear them.
Alex struggled as his cock was pressed to Bella’s virgin anus and as the Wolf pressed up behind him. Trish gasped. The diabolical crime lord was going fuck Alex and force Alex to fuck Bella—again!
Only this time, Alex would be an extension of the Wolf’s body. If Alex could hold out, Bella would be unharmed, but if he couldn’t… And Trish didn’t imagine that he could. Bella cried out as the head of his cock was shoved into her body, and Trish found herself biting her nails as the Wolf positioned himself behind Alex.
The Wolf was obviously using his fingers in Alex’s ass, and Alex struggled to maintain his position. Bella squirmed and moaned with a forlorn and slightly pained expression on her face as Alex’s hips occasionally jerked or moved, pushing his cock into her virgin anus. Trish shuddered, and a tingle went through her body even though she didn’t want it to.
Somehow, watching this on a screen made it more erotic—less real,less terrible, like she was watching a movie. Trish knew it was real, of course, but she wanted to see what would happen next. Would Alex be able to hold out? Would Bella beg? Would she try to free herself? Or would the Wolf fuck them both, simultaneously, using Alex to fuck Bella?
The door to Trish’s right swished open, and she let out a strangled cry, fumbling for the vid remote. The feeling of being caught while doing something wrong suffused her entire body, and she turned bright red. Fear and adrenaline pumped through her heart as Jordan’s large frame filled the doorway, his eyes going from where Trish sat on the bed to the vidscreen where the Wolf was done prepping Alex’s ass with his fingers and getting ready to fuck him.
Jordan laughed. “Naughty, babygirl, watching without me.” His blue eyes glinted as the door swished shut behind him, and he advanced toward the bed; the heat lighting his gaze made her both tremble and clench. “Are you enjoying the show?”
Trish shook her head, her movements frantic.
Jordan pounced.
She squealed as he landed on the bed, and tried to move away from him, but he caught her by the waist and pulled her over his lap, his hand pulling up her skirt.
