Taken by the Wolf Ch. 18

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 towards Trish, tapping the leather paddle meaningfully against his leg, Bella followed as best she could on all fours with her wrists cuffed together, which made crawling difficult. 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, this close Bella could smell the musky scent of her arousal and see Trish' juicy lips 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 it 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 nipples seemed to throb 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 cum, 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 backwards.

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 cum.

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 of her again.

Especially as Jordan continued to stroked 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, lowering his head to each of her nipples in turn, after releasing the clamps, 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. Or other soldiers.

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 though. 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 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 happening, 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, nearly 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 as long as he was capable.

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. DAMN. That hurt when he couldn't control his fall.

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 at 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.