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When Bella woke the next morning, she and Alex were alone in the room, and he was still asleep. She’d spent a troubled night trying to fall asleep with the Wolf’s big body around her. Being held in Alex’s arms made her feel secure and comfortable, but having the Wolf wrapped around her was like being held by… well by a wolf. One that had decided not to eat her yet, but she wasn’t sure when she might be its next meal.

Which only reminded her of how he had eaten her last night.

Bella shuddered and forced her mind away from that. The restraints had been removed from Alex’s wrists and ankles, just like hers had, but when? Had the Wolf done it, or had others been in here? It disturbed her to think she’d slept through the Wolf’s exit from the room, no matter how exhausted she’d been.

“Alex,” she whispered, reaching out to touch his arm. “Alex, wake up.”

He came to with a jerk, and she snatched her hand back, just in case. Brown eyes looked around the room warily before they came to rest on her and softened. He blinked a couple times before he realized he was free. Alex reached out to touch her, but then his hand stalled, unsure of its reception.

“Are you okay?” he asked, worriedly.

Her heart went out to him. Poor Alex. There was something of an ancient knight in his soul—a protector—and he was unable to protect her right now. The few times he had been able had been when the Wolf had wanted to play some twisted game. Every time, it had been an assault on Alex’s pride. Yet his first thought had always been for her, not for himself.

“I’m fine,” she said, which was mostly true. Her pussy ached a little, but a night of rest had helped. She’d been more than a bit worried about what the Wolf might want with her in the morning; it was a relief he wasn’t here, but also rather worrisome. The man’s unpredictability was anxiety-inducing. “Are you okay?”

Alex’s face hardened for a moment and then softened again. “I’m fine sweetheart, you don’t need to worry about me.” He reached out and pulled her into his arms. She snuggled in immediately, the sheets still between them. Flaking dried bits of his cum still clung to his chest, but Bella didn’t care. Just having him hold her felt nice. Reassuring, which she needed even if it was false reassurance.

They were only like that for a few minutes when the door opened. Bella’s entire body tensed, and she looked up to see Jordan entering the room, holding Trish’s hand and pulling the petite young woman along. Today, she was in a white dress that made her look especially innocent, and her long, white-blonde hair hung loose down her back and over her shoulders. She looked at Bella and Alex with wide eyes but didn’t seem unduly frightened or anxious, which helped Bella relax just a little bit.

“Up.” Jordan was the same as he’d been yesterday: curt, mercenary, and intimidating.

To Bella’s surprise, Alex got up quickly, but, as he positioned himself between Bella and Jordan, she realized he hadn’t been doing it out of obedience. Unlike Bella, he hadn’t relaxed at all. His back muscles were tense, and his hands were fisted at his sides. Bella couldn’t see his face, but she was sure his expression was anything but cooperative. She slid off the bed behind him, nervous about the rising tension in the air.

Jordan just laughed. “Go ahead and try something, boy,” he drawled, deliberately insulting. “I don’t need that collar to keep you in line.”

Bella touched the back of Alex’s shoulder. He flinched, but the soft touch seemed to help him remember himself. He glanced over his shoulder and down at her, his face hard and set. Bella looked back at him and tried to put her desire for him to not make any trouble into her eyes.

“She’s smarter than you, you know,” Jordan said, amused by the interchange.

Alex’s head swung back around, and Bella reached out to grab his hand. He hadn’t made a move toward Jordan, but just in case.

“Come on. Shower, then breakfast, and then you’ll get a chance to be outside for a bit if you behave.”

That didn’t sound too awful, as long as there were no surprises. Bella squeezed Alex’s hand, and he squeezed it back. She was able to fully relax then. Jordan turned and walked out of the room, not waiting to see if they followed, pulling Trish behind him. She shot a fleeting look over her shoulder at Bella and Alex, too quick for either of them to read her expression.

But they followed.

* * *

The entire morning, Alex spent learning. Maybe he couldn’t fight back right now, and Bella was right—they weren’t ready to escape—but he could at least learn. Plan.

And they’d seen more of the compound this morning than they had yesterday—and it was definitely a compound. Huge. The entire building looped in a circle around a gigantic outdoor space.

There was an area where soldiers played with a ball and hoops, an old form of sport that was pretty much only played on Earth, now. Sports on the moon tended to be newer variations on old games, played in either low or null gravity. Another area had a large pool. And then there were the gardens.

It was almost enough to make him forget where he was… but not quite. As if he could ever entirely forget with the collar around his neck. Or the one around his dick.

Jordan had taken them to a locker-room-type setup where they all showered together. He’d kept an eye on everyone, although most of his attention had been taken up with washing Trish. Neither Bella nor Alex had been able to get near their fellow captive so far because Jordan had yet to let her more than a foot away from him. Most of the time, he held her hand or had his arm around her. If it wasn’t for the slightly panicked and dazed expression on Trish’s face, they would have looked like a normal couple.

Jordan didn’t seem to have harmed or abused her beyond his sexual attention. In some ways, it appeared as though Jordan was taking good care of her. She just had to put up with his focused, and sexual, attention.

They’d been given food—sandwiches—which they’d taken outside. That was when Alex learned that it was still early in the morning. The sun shone high in the sky but not directly above them, and his internal clock said it was morning, not afternoon. Either the Wolf had left Alex and Bella sometime in the middle of the night, or he awoke infernally early.

After the showers, the food, and now being out in the sunshine, Alex felt deceptively normal. Had Jordan allowed all the activity on purpose, to put them off-kilter? Or perhaps it was a different kind of message: behave, please the Wolf, and this was the kind of treatment they could expect.

Jordan led them to the pool where he grabbed two pairs of goggles from a bin. “Get in. You need to exercise.”

Alex shrugged at the man’s direction and willingly jumped into the pool. Only once he was fully immersed did he realize he’d tensed in case the water affected his collar—it didn’t.

“Come on.” He smiled at Bella. She looked at the pool and then back at Jordan, who was helping Trish disrobe. “The water feels good.”

They would both need to keep in shape if they were going to escape eventually. Exercise would be essential, plus it would release endorphins that would help keep them from getting depressed. If the Wolf planned on keeping them for a long period of time to continue playing his sick games, perhaps he wanted to ensure his captives were healthy and sane. But that played into what Alex wanted, too, so, for right now, there was no point in fighting.

* * *

After swimming, Bella and Alex were left to their own devices in the outdoor area until lunch. Bella still wasn’t able to get close to Trish. Jordan accompanied all three of them everywhere—even the bathroom—and he barely let go of Trish in all that time. He constantly played with her hair, which was such a similar shade to his own. The possessive hunger in his eyes every time he looked at her was frightening.

When Jordan first herded them back into the compound, Bella didn’t know where they were going until he brought them to the same hall the Wolf had been in yesterday. She tensed, though the atmosphere was slightly less fraught than it had been the night before. There were a fair number of people in the room, although not as many as yesterday, and the bed had been raised in the center of the room again.

Alex reached out and put his arm around her and tightened it protectively, but this time it wasn’t all that reassuring. She knew far too well he couldn’t do anything to protect her.

“Keep moving,” Jordan said from behind them, and Bella felt Alex stumble slightly. He muttered a curse and glared over his shoulder; Jordan must have pushed him. Bella moved forward, hoping to distract Alex. His temper would be short now that they were being confronted by yet another one of the Wolf’s games. Just the bed ready and waiting for occupants set both Alex and Bella on edge.

“Ah… Pet, Toy, and Jordan’s little girl,” the Wolf said from the dais, standing. His eyes glinted with appreciation and swept over their naked bodies as they came in. This time, Trish hadn’t been allowed to dress, and his gaze took her in, as well. “Looking all shiny and new. I do hope you’re hungry.”

They were. It had been hours since Jordan had given them the sandwiches—which hadn’t been all that big a meal to start with—and then they’d been swimming and moving around out in the sun. Bella’s stomach tightened in anticipation. Whatever everyone was eating, it smelled amazing and made her even hungrier.

“Up on the dais,” Jordan ordered, giving Alex a push. Bella started to follow him, but Jordan grabbed her arm. “You’re going to the bed, Pet.”

Bella started to tremble again. Alex turned around, and Jordan shoved him hard enough to send him stumbling forward several steps before he fell to his knees in front of the dais. Several of the soldiers standing there flanked him before he could stand to ensure he wouldn’t be able to interfere. Jordan pushed Bella, more gently, toward the bed, and pulled Trish with him.

“Who wants to see the girls eat?” the Wolf asked loudly. His words were met with a rowdy cheer. He reminded Bella of an ancient Roman emperor, entertaining the masses. Except she wasn’t a gladiator, and he didn’t want them to fight. The Wolf looked down at the two young women as Jordan led them onto the bed. “All you have to do for lunch, girls, is eat each other first.”

Bella and Trish looked at each other. Although Bella had experimented a bit with other women, especially her close friends the look on Trish’s face said she didn’t have any experience with other women.

“It’s okay,” Bella whispered to her, ignoring the catcalls coming from all sides. She reached out to take Trish’s hand to the sound of even more cheering, which she ignored. Bella squeezed the young woman’s hand and attempted to smile. “We can do this.”

Trish nodded a little stiffly, her eyes going toward Jordan as if she expected him to step in and intervene, but he had already stepped back and was watching them with a hot look in his eyes. He was just as eager as anyone else to see Trish and Bella perform.

Trish turned back to Bella. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispered, looking a bit stricken. “I don’t know how to do this. Oh my god… everyone’s watching!”

“Just follow my lead.” Bella leaned forward and kissed Trish on the mouth.

It made her feel strange because Trish was reluctant to kiss her back. She kept her lips tightly clamped against Bella’s. Carefully, gently, Bella brought her hands up to cradle Trish’s face, hoping to make the kiss look more passionate than it was. If Bella’s guess was correct, the Wolf wanted a show more than anything.

* * *

“Well Toy, don’t you want to know how you’re going to earn your meal?” The Wolf came alongside Alex. Still on his knees, Alex had to look up at the man, and did his best to ignore the obvious bulge at the front of the Wolf’s pants. “It’s easy, Toy. All you have to do is willingly suck my cock. And swallow my cum.”

The taunting tone in his voice made it obvious he knew it wouldn’t be easy for Alex. He almost immediately said no but then shot a worried look at Bella, who was still kissing Trish. The younger woman was reluctant and not really responding, although Bella was doing her best. Bella already had her work cut out for her; what would happen if Alex didn’t suck the Wolf’s cock?

As if reading his mind, the Wolf chuckled and reached out to grab Alex’s hair and tilted his head back to force him to look up. “Don’t worry, Toy. Whatever you choose won’t affect Pet. But you’re not going to eat until my cum is in your belly.”

“Fuck off,” Alex said, sneering. He didn’t know whether the Wolf told the truth, but it fit right into his sick, twisted games. Alex was hungry but he wasn’t that hungry. If what he said wouldn’t affect Bella—and he did trust the Wolf on that, for some reason—then he wasn’t going to be shy about letting his true feelings be known.

The Wolf laughed. “You might change your mind after a couple of missed meals.” Alex shuddered, and the Wolf laughed again.

Sick bastard.

If the Wolf withheld meals until Alex swallowed his cum, he knew he’d give in eventually but he wouldn’t cave right away.

The Wolf turned his attention back to the bed, and Alex looked, too. The women still kissed, but it wasn’t a very entertaining show. The watching crowd was bored with it, too, and shouted derisive advice.

“Jordan,” the Wolf said, “this is boring. See if you can’t liven them up a bit. Give Pet a couple stripes with your belt for encouragement.”

Bella shrieked and pulled away from Trish to beg for mercy as the blonde looked on, horrified.

“Stop!” Alex shouted, and the soldiers next to him grabbed his shoulders and pressed down to keep him on his knees. “You said my choice wouldn’t affect her!”

“Yours doesn’t,” the Wolf said with a shrug. “But they’re taking too long.”

The snap of leather against flesh had Alex’s head whipping around as Bella shrieked. Trish had curled up on the bed in a ball, her arms around her knees and back against the headboard to watch with wide eyes as Jordan raised his arm again. He had one hand on Bella’s back to hold her, bent down, over the bed, and one long, red line already showed across her creamy buttocks.

Crack !

Bella screamed again, and Alex lunged, only to be drawn back by the soldiers on either side of him. There was nothing he could do as Jordan lifted his arm again.

Crack !

A third stripe, diagonal to the other two, landed across her ass, and Bella’s body jerked as she sobbed out another scream.

“Enough.” The Wolf rested his hand on Alex’s head. The word stopped Jordan, who lowered the belt and looked back up at the dais. “Let them try again.”

* * *

The burning flames of her bottom made Bella feel like howling, but it wouldn’t help. At least it had stopped. At least the Wolf hadn’t continued the torture. Bella had been more than willing to make a better effort at putting on a show, even before the Wolf had ordered Jordan to strap her. Now, with her entire bottom on fire, she didn’t have any hesitation.

She crawled up on the bed toward Trish, and the pretty blonde was still curled in on herself, big eyes wide. A flash of anger went through Bella. After all, it was Trish who had been hesitating, and yet Trish had gone unpunished.

“Come here,” Bella whispered angrily. She wouldn’t offer up her ass for Jordan’s belt again just because Trish was reluctant.

“I can’t…” Trish whimpered, her eyes big, as she looked around at the room. “Everyone’s watching… I just… Oh god…”

Shit.

It was up to Bella. Her stomach growled, reminding her she wasn’t just doing this for the Wolf’s entertainment or to avoid punishment, but for food. While Bella didn’t have any particular attraction to Trish, she’d definitely rather put on an erotic show than any of the other options she’d been presented with so far.

She reached out and grabbed Trish’s ankle, and dragged the smaller woman into the center of the bed to pull her out of her curled-up position. Cheers erupted around them.

“What are you doing?” Trish stared up at her in shock.

“Saving us.”

Pushing herself on top of Trish, in between the other woman’s thighs, Bella kissed her hard. She didn’t care if Trish opened her mouth now; the fall of her hair would mask what the kiss truly looked like. The important thing was the show.

Beneath her, Trish wriggled and squealed and tried to push Bella off, but Bella was bigger and heavier. Guilt trickled through her for a moment, but what other choice did she have?

“Hold still,” she whispered furiously, pulling away from Trish’s lips for a moment. “Just do what I do.”

To Bella’s relief, Trish stopped struggling, though she didn’t help, either. She just lay there, limply. That was better than struggling, though. Bella brushed her hair out of the way so the people on the dais—most importantly, the Wolf—would be able to see clearly what she was doing.

Tears rolled down Trish’s cheeks as Bella began to move her mouth down the woman’s slender neck and collarbone with little kisses and licks of her tongue designed to look more interesting than they probably felt. Bella hadn’t done anything quite like this before, but she’d seen plenty of videos and she tried to imitate what she’d seen in those.

When she reached Trish’s breasts, the other woman shivered and moaned as Bella squeezed the pert mounds and sucked one nipple into her mouth. Trish’s breasts were smaller than Bella’s, but her nipples were longer and very sensitive. Trish was obviously humiliated and reluctant about the situation, but her back arched as Bella sucked hard on the little bud.

So far, in captivity, Trish probably hadn’t had to do anything but be available for Jordan’s passions, but that put her and Bella at a disadvantage right now.

Then the gist of some of the catcalls reached her ears—they liked that Trish was reluctant. As long as Bella put on a good show, it wouldn’t matter what Trish did.

Perverts.

But a wave of relief went through her, even as her stomach gurgled hungrily.

Bella attacked Trish’s tits with gusto, making her movements as big and obvious as possible while she straddled the younger woman’s hips. She sat up and rubbed her pussy lips over Trish’s bare mound and continued to play with Trish’s breasts.

“Oh noooo… please stop!” Trish moaned as Bella’s fingers pinched her nipples and tugged, elongating them and turning them dark pink. She gripped Bella’s wrists, trying to pull them away, but Bella hung on and twisted the tender nibs. Beneath her, Trish bucked, her face reflecting her conflicting emotions.

The rough treatment of her nipples was arousing her, but she didn’t want to be aroused, and it looked like it hurt a bit, too. Bella was surprised to find her own pussy becoming wet from rubbing against Trish’s bare mound. She felt a bit bad for becoming turned on at all, but the squirming of Trish’s body against her sensitive parts felt good.

Instead of responding, Bella leaned over and pulled Trish’s nipple into her mouth again, suckling hard and making the young woman’s back bow as she thrust her breast up into Bella’s mouth. She grabbed the back of Bella’s head, but couldn’t seem to decide whether to pull Bella closer or push her away. The crowd around them became louder with encouragement.

Inching her lower body down, Bella removed the stimulation of Trish’s mound against her pussy and squirmed into a more comfortable position. She moved down Trish’s stomach, kissing and licking the soft skin. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Jordan moving to get a better view as she lowered herself between Trish’s legs. His eyes were hot with lust and excitement.

“Oh god…” Trish covered her eyes so she couldn’t see everyone.

For the first time, Bella wondered if Trish’s protected position as Jordan’s doll was actually a handicap for their situation. Although Jordan had put parts of her body on display and had fondled and fucked her with others in the room, Trish had so far not been the center of attention. She wasn’t handling it well.

Oh well. Too bad. Bella hardened her heart. Her own experiences, in a very short time, had already made her more ruthless. She was driven by two distinct motivations right now: the need for food and the desire to avoid punishment.

Bella pushed Trish’s legs wide, thankful the young blonde wasn’t fighting her, even if she wasn’t helping.

Trish’s pussy was wet, shiny with her cream, the pale, pink lips puffy as they split open to reveal her engorged clit. Bending over, sticking her ass up high in the air, and knowing anyone seated behind her would have a good look at her own privates, Bella slid her tongue up the center of Trish’s slit and back down again. Trish didn’t taste unpleasant—mostly sweet with just a hint of bitter, kind of like a melon, really, with just a hint of rind.

Bella tried to remember everything she could about eating pussy, and also about making it look good. She angled her head so Jordan and the Wolf and the others on the dais could see her tongue sliding up and down Trish’s wet lips, and kept her hair out of the way while she did her best to tease Trish’s clit as much as possible.

The young blonde moaned as her body responded, and her hips bucked slightly against Bella’s mouth. When her thighs tried to tighten around Bella’s head, Bella pushed them back apart and started sucking harder on Trish’s pussy lips, before she found the swollen bud of her clit and began to suckle hard on that.

Trish bucked and moaned, her small breasts wobbling as she writhed against Bella’s mouth. The woman was going to come, and the cheers around them became even louder at her public humiliation.

“Oh… oooh… oh noooo!” Trish screamed when she came, her sweet juices becoming excessive, coating Bella’s chin as she sucked hard on the young woman’s clit.

* * *

Alex was starting to hate his cock. It was rock-hard from watching Bella with Trish. He’d tried to look away, but every small sound had brought his attention right back to the erotic sight. They were gorgeous together, with Bella’s darker beauty contrasting Trish’s pale features, and watching Trish come on Bella’s lips was intensely appealing.

He knew he wasn’t the only one to think so, but he hated that Bella would come back to the dais and to see the clear evidence Alex had watched. And enjoyed watching. The cock ring was tight around his balls and dick; even if he tried to put his mind to something else, he would stay hard.

The entire room watched as Bella licked a moaning and quivering Trish, using her tongue to clean the younger woman of her orgasm. Bella crouched between Trish’s spread legs with her breasts hanging down and her ass high up in the air. She tried to placate the Wolf with her posturing, but this image would be burned in Alex’s brain forever.

“Well, Pet has certainly earned her meal.” The Wolf’s eyes gleamed as Bella sat up on her heels, looking relieved. She wiped the rest of Trish’s juices away from her mouth and only looked at the spent young woman for a moment before looking away. The expression on Bella’s face was a combination of guilt and shame. She probably felt a lot of the same emotions he had yesterday after he’d been forced to do the same to her. “Jordan, perhaps you can ensure that your babydoll earns hers. Come here, Pet. Crawl to me.”

Some people watched as Bella got off the bed and began to crawl up to the dais toward the Wolf, but most of them were watching Jordan lay down on the bed and put Trish on top of him. His cock looked huge next to her small frame, but he made her straddle his hips and sink down onto it. The subsequent gasping, feminine moans filled the room as he forced her to ride him.

By that time, Bella had joined Alex on the dais, and he pulled her into his arms and let her hide her face in his shoulder.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, feeling the wetness of her tears against his skin. “You did what you had to do. She knows that. It’s okay.”

Bella murmured something back, but he couldn’t understand what she said. He just held her tighter, whispering reassurances and trying to drown out the sounds of Jordan’s groans of pleasure and Trish’s gasps as she bounced up and down on his cock. The slap of her wet pussy against his body, the squishing of his dick into that sloppy channel, was mostly buried by the crowd’s rowdy catcalls, but some of that leaked through, too.

“Get Pet something to eat,” the Wolf said to one of his men.

Bella pushed away slightly and looked up. “What about you?” she whispered to Alex.

The Wolf heard her and laughed, and reached out to stroke her hair. “Toy isn’t eating lunch today, Pet.” He raised one dark eyebrow at Alex, daring him. “Unless you’ve changed your mind?”

“Fuck off,” Alex reiterated. And then pulled Bella in close to him again, as if he could protect her.

But the Wolf didn’t retaliate. He just laughed again and walked back around to the other side of the table.

When Bella’s food came, his men kept her and Alex apart so she couldn’t share. And his stomach tightened and growled.