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As Bella began to cry out in ecstasy, Trish sucked hard on her clit, her own pussy convulsing as though it were connected to Bella’s, and her own orgasm began to spiral. She screamed into Bella’s drenched folds as Jordan groaned, his fingers digging into Trish’s hips. He slammed into her from behind, rubbing his groin over the curves of her backside as her orgasm rocked her with waves of rapture. Inside her, the warm heat of his cum pulsed and filled her with hot liquid.

Instead of holding himself inside her, Jordan pulled away before he went soft, and Trish let her head drop down between Bella’s thighs. The taste of the other woman filled Trish’s mouth, and she tried to drum up some disgust for what she had done… but was unsuccessful. Maybe it was because she’d saved herself and Bella from everything that was happening in the Wolf’s main room?

Jordan turned Trish around on her knees and pulled her up so his glistening cock was in front of her face, and she caught a glimpse of the orgy happening in the main room. Rather than the show Trish had expected, it looked like everyone was just fucking each other. Memories of the stories previous day-captives had told flitted through Trish’s mind.

Maybe they hadn’t been exaggerating as much as she’d always assumed.

No wonder people on the Moon had this idea of the Wolf as a sexually deviant overlord, too obsessed with his own pleasures to be anything really dangerous. They were wrong to think that, Trish now knew, but it was clear how he’d carefully cultivated that image of himself.

“Clean me off, little girl,” Jordan murmured, drawing her attention back to him.

Cum leaked out of her and slid down her inner thigh as Trish leaned forward to take his soft cock in her mouth, placing her hands on his thighs to help balance herself. Jordan’s fingers slid through her hair as she pulled away, sliding her lips over his flesh, and began licking up the shiny juices covering him. The taste of sex filled her mouth, and Trish wasn’t surprised when he jerked a little as she slid her lips back over his shaft.

The way he stroked her hair was tender, a soothing reward for being a good girl and doing as he’d told her.

Would Trish have tried to resist if he hadn’t warned her about behaving beforehand? She didn’t know. Part of her wanted to think she would have, but another part of her knew it would have been stupid. And, no matter how messed up her head became, Trish did try not to be blatantly stupid. Doing something she knew would end in nothing but pain for her was blatantly stupid, since it wasn’t as though she had a chance of escape.

Jordan’s hand tightened in her hair and pulled her mouth away, and Trish obediently sat back, waiting to see what he would do. It was only as he pulled her back that she realized she was suckling his cock and feeling it grow in her mouth. It was as though she’d been on autopilot, only waking up when he’d taken control of her again.

A small thread of disappointment wound through her when he moved away and walked across the room to a desk to open drawers. Trish turned her gaze away from Jordan and the uncomfortable emotions he was stirring in her and looked up at the vid screen.

Alex was bound to a large wooden frame, his arms above his head and his legs chained to the floor about shoulder-width apart. Behind him, a lustful expression on his face, the Wolfwhipped Alex’s shoulders and ass with a long, many-stranded, leather whip. A woman knelt before Alex, her head bobbing up and down as she eagerly sucked his cock. It wasn’t the Moonie woman—she was in the background, sandwiched between two of the Wolf’s soldiers as she watched the erotic tableau of pain and pleasure the trio in the center presented. The woman on her knees was probably Ember, one of the soldiers Trish often saw around the compound, who watched Alex swim in the mornings.

Movement behind Trish had her twisting around to see Jordan approaching Bella with a large, long rubber toy in his hand. It had three huge prongs and one smaller, like a row of cocks. There was a big gap between the two larger prongs, although the smaller sat closely to the larger one next to it.

“Wha-what are you doing?” Bella stammered, her voice full of apprehension and fear as Jordan approached her. Jordan didn’t answer, and Trish watched with fascination as he crouched down before Bella’s splayed pussy and began to push one of the large prongs inside, the smaller headed straight for her crinkled anus.

The sight of Jordan pushing the toy into Bella did something strange to Trish. He was so focused on his task, so focused onBella… something unpleasant curled in Trish’s stomach. A fluttering, tightening sensation, almost like nausea, pushing its way up the back of her throat.

Bella made a whining noise as the second prong began to push into her ass, filling both her holes, and Jordan reached up to pinch her nipple.

“Quiet,” he ordered, using the same, dominant tone he often did with Trish when she moved out of the position he’d put her in.

It felt like her stomach was curdling, and Trish had the insane urge to do something—anything—that would draw Jordan’s attention back to her.

An impulse she pushed back because… well… it wasinsane.

Jordan did something that attached the toy to the chair, and then stood up. Two of the prongs were buried deep inside Bella, who panted slightly, her brown eyes glassy, and the third prong jutted up between her legs like an obscene parody of a cock.

He turned around and held his hand out to Trish, and her insides quivered as his eyes refocused on her, desire already dancing in them.

Desire for Trish? Or for Bella?

Trish walked over slowly, with a nervous look for Bella, although she had a guess as to what Jordan wanted. She just wasn’t sure she wanted to do anything more with Bella.

Because she didn’t like Jordan’s attention being on Bella.

Now that Trish had admitted the problem existed, she hoped she could work past it and get over it. Get rid of it.

“Climb on Pet’s lap, little girl. I want to see you riding that cock.”

Shivering, Trish moved forward, avoiding Bella’s gaze. She spread her legs wide, straddled Bella’s lap, and began to lower herself.

The cock was large and thick, but Trish’s pussy was still wet from being fucked by Jordan and she had no problems sliding it into her, even as her muscles burned from being stretched. Bella moaned as Trish slid down the length of the cock, working up and down on it to fully impale herself, which made the toy jiggle and move inside Bella, as well. Trish could feel Jordan’s eyes on her as she moved, and that sick sense of jealousy curled around her growing arousal and pleasure.

“Keep bouncing, little girl, and kiss Pet.”

As if to prove to herself she truly didn’t care about where Jordan’s focus was, Trish leaned forward and kissed Bella full on the lips. She pressed her tongue into Bella’s mouth, her pussy squeezing around the cock as Bella’s fuller breasts rubbedagainst Trish’s stiff nipples. It felt good. It felt wrong. More jealousy wound its way through Trish as Bella’s curves pressed against her. Was Jordan admiring Bella’s body?