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The cuffs snapped shut around his wrists and ankles, holding him spread-eagle and standing upright in the center of a large, wooden frame. The chains that connected the cuffs to the frame had barely any give and forced his body into a large x -shape, with no room to maneuver.

The combined groups of soldiers settled back for the show as Cora paced slowly around him. Under other circumstances, he might have found her an attractive-enough woman. Right now, he battled his own anger and frustration at his situation, and his worry over Bella, who’d been left up on the dais with the Wolf and Cora’s right-hand man.

“Aren’t you a pretty one?” Cora murmured, stepping closer to draw one of her nails down the center of Alex’s chest, hard enough to leave a red mark but not so hard as to break skin. Alex kept his face impassive and stared down at her. She smiled up at him, tracing her nail over to his nipple and lightly circling it with her finger. “And so fierce. Trace wanted to play with the pretty Pet, you know. She seemed so sweet… so submissive… but I wanted something a little more entertaining today.”

Her other hand gripped his balls and squeezed, hard enough that he gasped as sweat broke out on his forehead. The pressure was painful and unexpected, and, if he hadn’t been cuffed to the frame, his knees might have buckled. Cora stared up at him, watching his expression, and held on for a few moments before releasing him. When she did, he dragged in a much-needed deep breath of air, his lungs loosening along with her hold, and Alex sagged against the cuffs.

Fuck .

“Poor Moon Boy…” she murmured, rubbing her hand over his chest in a soothing manner as he caught his breath. His balls were still cupped in her hand, cradled now. “No one ever teaches you how to deal with anything, much less pain.”

Her fingers closed again, like a vise, and this time Alex couldn’t help his half-strangled cry as his head fell back, his body trying to arch toward her and pull away at the same time, confused as to which would relieve the painful pressure on his sack. The crushing grip made him nauseous with how much it hurt.

This time, when she released, he opened his eyes to find her studying his expression, which he did his best to keep blank. She would still see the remnants of pain in the tightness of his jaw and the wrinkles on his brow he couldn’t quite ease. Cora peered up at him with interest, her lips slightly parted, and leaning in toward him so her breasts brushed his chest. Her fingers cradled his balls again, gently massaging as if to make up for the pain she’d just put him through.

“If I let you go, would you fight me?” she asked, her voice husky with arousal.

“Yes,” Alex grated out, fists clenching uselessly.

She laughed, sounding a bit breathless. “You’d lose, little boy.”

The woman walked around behind him and dragged her nails along his torso, making him shiver and wince. It wasn’t a tickling sensation and it wasn’t painful, but an uncomfortable combination of both. He couldn’t stop himself from writhing a bit, and he hated the involuntary reaction, but that was what she’d aimed for.

Her nails raked down his back, and he arched away, the cuffs holding him in place as the painful scratches burned. The people sitting around the tables in front of him laughed; his movement had looked like he was thrusting forward. Something brushed against his back, lightly, and Alex tensed before he realized what she was doing.

Hot, open-mouthed, wet kisses trailed down the scratch marks, mimicking the way a mother might ‘kiss’ a scratch better. Except she’d made the wounds. Her nails trailed up and down his sides in a seductively teasing manner that made him want to squirm away, but she came at him from both sides, and her mouth was on his back, and there was nowhere for him to go. As her tongue licked over the upper swell of his ass, Alex’s cock twitched, and he fought against the sensation.

Cora had moved from torturing to tormenting him. Even though his balls ached and the scratches down his chest and back burned, her gentler touch made his skin tingle with pleasure. Blood surged in his cock, and he could feel the traitorous organ begin to swell. The cock ring did its job, accelerating the engorgement of his penis as her teeth grazed gently over his buttocks and her fingers came down to tease the sensitive crease where his ass met his legs.

Alex gritted his teeth and ignored the laughter and murmurs around him as his cock came to a full, upright stand. Cora’s nails trailed down the backs of his thighs and knees, making him jerk as the ticklish sensation caused spasms in his muscles.

When the sensations disappeared, he braced himself for whatever would come next. And waited.

And waited.

He looked over his shoulder and saw Cora rifling through one of the chests of drawers that was available, looking for who knew what.

Straining his head over his shoulder like that hurt, so he turned back around and looked in the opposite direction: the dais where Bella was. The last time he’d looked up there, she’d been on the Wolf’s lap; now she was over it, face down, her hands pressed against the floor to help balance. His fingers moved in and out of her body while his other hand held her in place. From the angle of his hand, Alex could only assume the Wolf was fingering her ass. Trace was beside them, avidly watching what the Wolf did to Bella rather than what Cora was doing to Alex.

Fury, some of which was toward his own inability to hold himself up and out of Bella’s asshole when he’d been given the opportunity, swept through him… but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. Cora was already back in front of him, tiny silver clamps held open between the fingers of each hand.

“Ever tried nipple clamps before, Toy?”

Alex refused to answer and stared above her head. Fuck this. He didn’t play this game with the Wolf, and he wouldn’t play it with her, either.

Unlike the Wolf, Cora didn’t seem to care about forcing an answer from Alex. She placed the clamps around the little pebbles of his nipples and let them close. Just as the pressure became painful, she opened them again. Alex’s jaw tightened. And she did it again.

She played with him, letting him feel the pinch, making his nipples harden from the cool rubber grips and the stimulation, but drew out the anticipation. She let him get just a hint of how much it would hurt before drawing back from fully closing the clamps.

Alex wanted to growl at her to just do it, but he had a feeling she was waiting to see his reaction. He just his focus above her head, above the heads of the people behind her. Eventually, he might not be able to control his reaction, but, while he could, he would hold onto impassivity for as long as possible.

Apparently giving up, or possibly bored with his lack of response, Cora let the clamps fully close on his nipples to crush the tiny buds. Alex hissed in a breath through his teeth as he felt the full impact of the clamps. The pain blossomed in his chest, throbbing with his heartbeat as his blood was stymied, unable to push past the grip of the clamps. A throb answered in his cock as the cock ring seemed even tighter. His jaw ached as he clamped down against his verbal reaction.

Cora dragged her nails down his front, and he sucked in his stomach to try to relieve the painful scratches. His cock jerked as she neared it.

“You have a very nice cock, Toy,” she said approvingly, encircling it with her fingers and squeezing. Reluctant pleasure washed over him as she began to pump the engorged shaft, rubbing her thumb over the head whenever her fingers came close enough. She watched him with slightly hooded eyes, a small smile curving her lips as she stroked him. “I’m going to enjoy riding it.”

A shudder went through his body. Part pleasure, part revulsion, and part self-disgust because he knew, physically, he enjoyed the pleasure that she was giving him, even as parts of him burned and stung. The pressure building up in his balls needed release and relief, but he didn’t want it like this and he sure as hell didn’t want it from her.

Not that he got a choice.

She gave his cock a few more pumps, which made the cock ring feel even more restrictive around the base of the angry, red organ, before releasing him with a smirk. Alex breathed deeply as his dick throbbed. The painful pressure on his nipples had finally subsided and only flared when his upper body moved and accidentally made the clamps bounce.

Cora gave Alex a sultry look before she walked around behind him again and passed out of sight. It had been almost flirtatious. A mockery of the kind of look she might have given a man she was actually interested in.

A swishing noise reached Alex’s ears just before thick strands of something thudded against his upper back. He jerked in reaction and groaned as the clamps bounced painfully on his chest, tightening around his poor nipples as they were jostled about. The actual blow to his shoulders wasn’t overly painful, just a thudding impact and then a slight sting.

It came again, less of a surprise this time, and he was able to brace against it. The stinging increased. The next blow struck across his ass and made him jerk in surprise again before the strands hit back against his shoulders. They began to alternate—shoulders, upper back, his ass, and his thighs, following no discernible pattern that might help him anticipate where the next one would land.

She wasn’t hitting him very hard—just hard enough for him to feel the snap of the strands against his skin—but the more blows that fell, the more sensitive his skin became until every slap of the strands was like hundreds of little bees stinging him all at once. The surface of his back, ass, and thighs felt like it was burning, prickling, and there was no way for him to twist away from it. His fists clenched and unclenched as he occasionally gasped and groaned when the strands would hit a sensitive spot. The underside of his ass became particularly painful.

It wasn’t long before he couldn’t contain his vocal reaction, and it came out through his clenched jaw as pain-grunts. The impact increased, and he tried to relax his muscles—tensing only increased the pain.

When she stopped and walked back around in front of him, Alex couldn’t help sagging with relief. Now he could see the whip; it looked like it was made out of leather, with lots of long strands. In her other hand, she held a shorter, smaller version, but it had to have been the bigger one she’d been beating him with. His mind felt fuzzy as he wondered what the smaller version was for.

“Did you enjoy the flogger, Toy?” Her voice was a purr as she used the whip to rub his thighs and belly and let the strands knock gently against his cock, which bobbed angrily in front of him. Now that she’d stopped distracting him, Alex could feel the painful pressure of his dick again: achingly hard and without relief in sight. The tension radiated up his body from his groin and made it hard to breathe. Every brush of the leather strands against his cock was a tease he felt all the way to the back of his neck, where the little hairs stood straight up. “You certainly look as though you did.”

Arguing would be pointless. If she wanted to pretend his erection had anything to do with the stinging abuse of his backside, it wasn’t like Alex would be able to persuade her otherwise. The surface of his skin was still hot and sensitive; cool air trickled over him from somewhere—something he hadn’t noticed before and probably wouldn’t have if his skin hadn’t felt so hot by comparison.

A swish of her wrist, and the strands snapped against his balls. Not hard, in relation to his backside, but the stinging against his sensitive sack was far worse than any of the other blows she’d landed. Alex arched as he gasped with pain; it radiated in sharp spikes through his groin. He might have shrieked if the shock hadn’t paralyzed his vocal cords. Nothing he’d experienced before had ever felt anything quite like this, no matter how roughly his partners had played. Cora laughed and flicked her wrist again to snap the tiny flogger against his cock. It bounced backward, smacking his body as though it tried to flee the nasty whip.

Alex gasped with every snap of the whip against his cock and balls, unable to achieve a complete lack of reaction, and felt as though his head was beginning to splinter apart. Not just because of the pain, though it grew with every stinging snap of the leather against his most vulnerable parts, but because of his helplessness. A woman he didn’t know was whipping his manhood in front of an audience, and he couldn’t do anything to stop her. He wasn’t even sacrificing himself for Bella this time—when he turned his head, he could see her bent over a bench with the Wolf thrusting behind her and Trace pushing his thick cock into her mouth.

There was nothing to help Alex hold onto his definition of reality, his sense of rightness, or to explain the pain that built up. His balls and cock were swelled under the lash, the pressure becoming immensely painful as the cock-ring trapped the blood in his dick. The erect organ turned a dark, angry red—he couldn’t see his balls and he didn’t want to. The building spikes of pain stabbed into his lower back and up the base of his spine.

No matter how Alex twisted or pulled away, the nasty sting always found his groin, lashing his balls, his cock, and the sensitive skin around them. Tears stung his eyes and made his vision blurry, and he began to hope he might pass out if only to escape from the nightmare. Without the cock ring, his entire groin would be shriveled in and trying to hide; instead, his dick looked like a grotesque mockery of arousal.

The painful throbbing of his cock matched his heartbeat, which pounded in his ears to drown out every other noise.

When Cora finally dropped the whip and stepped forward to wrap her fingers around Alex’s shaft, he couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped past his lips. Even her deliberately gentle touch felt like it was chafing sandpaper against the sensitive skin of his cock.

“Take him down,” Cora said, her voice filled with eagerness.

For once, Alex didn’t consider fighting as the soldiers unshackled his wrists and ankles. He was too wrung out, too dazed, and too tender in too many places to risk it. Not to mention an escape attempt right now would be the height of stupidity.

They pulled him over to the bed and strapped him down, face up. Alex groaned as he realized why, but by that time it was too late to fight. His red, angry cock pointed straight up, and the cool breeze flowing across his skin did nothing to soothe it. The restraints were tight around his wrists and ankles, holding him in place. His back and ass stung and burned where his skin was touching the sheets, still sensitive from the lashing he’d received.

Cora crawled onto the bed, gloriously naked. She was a beautiful woman, there was no denying that. Her hazel eyes glinted with anticipation as she moved toward him, slight breasts jiggling beneath her body. Unlike the women on the Moon, her limbs were sleekly muscled, her body toned from the necessities of her position. She straddled him, light-brown nipples erect with her arousal.

She grasped his cock in her hand and smiled as he gasped and arched, unable to do anything to relieve the intense pressure and pain that came from being touched again.

“ Fuck !”

The woman laughed as she lowered herself down so her sopping-wet pussy touched the tip of his cock. The heat of her body felt like molten lava, trickling over the tender crown. “That’s exactly what we’re going to do, Toy.”

Alex choked off a scream as she pressed down and took his tortured cock into the tight sheath of her pussy. His cock felt like it would explode now, and not with orgasm. The heat was all around him, scalding him, her clenching muscles squeezing painfully as she settled herself on top of him. She moaned, arching her back and shuddering as her pussy lips pressed against his groin.

He’d never realized sex could be so painful.

Cora reached up to cup her breasts and pulled on the hard points of her nipples, and then began to ride him. His body jerked and shuddered beneath hers, trying to escape the overload of sensations. The painful rasp of her walls against his sensitized skin, the aching, throbbing of his balls and cock as they swelled and swelled inside of her—the pleasure that was so intense it felt like it might kill him.

And with every movement, the chafing of his back and ass against the sheets added more stinging sensation so he was awash in flickers of pain from every side. Atop him, Cora moaned and bounced, playing with her breasts as she used him like the sex toy the Wolf had named him. Every time she settled on him, she swiveled her hips and ground her clit against his groin, clenching him inside her and making him want to howl with the pain that was drowning him.

The worst part was he could still feel his orgasm building. The steady stimulation and her slow pace coiled a much-needed release in his balls. His body started to have trouble deciphering the pleasure from the pain; his mind whirled in a chaotic vortex of sensation that overwhelmed his reactions and thinking.

Moaning, gyrating, Cora began to ride him harder, making his body arch as he gasped with pained pleasure.

“ Fuck yes !” she cried out, grinding down on him, her fingers tightly pinched around his nipples. At that exact moment, the cock ring released, and Alex screamed as the most painful orgasm he’d ever experienced rocked him from his head to the tips of his toes.

With all the other sensations throughout his torture session, he hadn’t noticed, the cock ring slowly tightening to ensure he would stay swollen and erect. Now that it had been released, he realized what had happened, but there was nothing he could do about it. The pent-up cum seared the inside of his cock as it spurted, and Cora’s massaging cunt milked him in the most painful manner possible. His entire groin felt like it was on fire, and his lower body ached from his cock up the base of his spine and into his muscles.

And yet his orgasm flowed on, unabated.

* * *

Watching Alex being whipped by Cora had been harder than Bella could have ever imagined. She’d ended up closing her eyes while the Wolf played with her ass, inserting first one finger and then another, rather than watch Alex’s body uselessly twist in the air and try to escape the long whip Cora used on him. Bella couldn’t shut out the sounds of the leather slapping against his body or his low grunts of pain, but at least she didn’t have to watch.

At some point the Wolf had his men bring up a padded leather bench that he bent her over. The next thing she knew, Trace stood in front of her, thick, brown cock pressing against her lips, and the Wolf pushed his cock into her ass at the same time. Bella gasped as her anus opened for its second cock, ever, the sharp, stabbing pain of first entry not entirely ameliorated by the prep-work the Wolf had done with his fingers. And Trace used that moment to shove his dick between her lips, muffling the sound of her pain.

He was thicker than either the Wolf or Alex, and her jaw ached as she struggled to open wide enough for him. With one hand in her hair, he held her head in place for him to thrust easily into her mouth and shove his cock directly down her throat. The thick crown forced its way past where her gag reflex would have been if it hadn’t been for the gel. At the same time, the Wolf burrowed into her ass, stretching her with hard, fast strokes that went a little deeper each time—a sharp contrast to Trace’s immediate dominance over her mouth.

The big man groaned with pleasure as he pressed her nose against his groin and filled her nostrils with the smell of his musk. She whimpered as the burning in her anus went deeper, her sphincter clenching uselessly around the Wolf’s lubricated shaft as it tried to push him out. It made her stomach cramp as he forced his way into her tight hole, his fingers massaging her hips all the while.

The sounds of male pleasure filled her ears as they began to fuck her, one at each end, neither of them paying attention to the other’s rhythm. Bella whimpered and clutched the bench, writhing between them. Trace reached down to pluck at her nipples, to cup her hanging breasts and squeeze them hard in his big hand as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth. Behind her, the Wolf angled his cock in just the right way to rub over an incredibly pleasurable spot deep inside her ass.

Her body quivered between the two men, her pussy clenching around nothing as they plowed into her. They both used her for their pleasure, but Trace’s manipulation of her breasts and nipples, combined with the Wolf’s gentle massage of her hips and buttocks as he fucked her ass, was surprisingly pleasurable. The swollen little nub was almost getting just the right amount of pleasure as her mound pressed against the bench and sent flares of arousal through her lower body, despite the circumstances.

It made her feel guilty when the sounds of Alex’s torment changed. She couldn’t see what had happened, but something was different. The higher pitch of his voice, the increased volume indicated Cora was doing something awful. As if in response, the Wolf’s thrusts got harder, faster, and his fingers dug into her hips as he used her ass. The nearly virgin orifice tightened in protest, which only increased the burning friction as he fucked her hard.

Bella’s gargled gasps and whimpers vibrated against Trace’s cock as her sore jaw and throat struggled against biting down. She didn’t want whatever punishment might follow such a transgression.

His fingers tightened in her hair as his thick rod began to grow even thicker and longer and it pressed against her tongue. Bella almost choked as his cum began to spurt; he was still thrusting rather than burying himself, and his jizz coated the inside of her mouth and throat, forcing her to actively swallow or risk inhaling the hot fluid. Her tongue and throat worked as he pumped, groaning above her head. The bitter taste of his sperm lingered, even after he stopped spurting it.

Trace kept his cock in her mouth as it began to soften but sighed with pleasure when he finally withdrew. Bella whimpered and braced herself more firmly on the bench. Without Trace’s hard body in front of her, the Wolf’s thrusts put her off balance, as if she might pitch forward at any moment.

She looked over at the platform and felt a shot of jealousy roll through her as she saw Cora riding Alex. Stupid jealousy, because it wasn’t like Alex had a choice. But seeing another woman straddling him, having sex with him… It made Bella want to tear Cora’s hair out.

Trace’s dark face blocked out her vision as he crouched down beside her, his lips quirked with amusement. “Don’t worry about the kid, pretty girl, Cora will leave him in one piece.”

He cupped her breasts with both hands and tweaked her nipples, and Bella gasped. Her eyes got big with surprise. This was the first time any of the men, other than Alex, had shown any interest in her after they’d gotten off. The taste Trace’s cum was still in her mouth, and he wasn’t aroused anymore, so why was he touching her?

He pinched her sensitive nipples, and she couldn’t stop herself from moaning. Her ass clenched around the Wolf’s cock in response, making her shudder as fire flared through her.

“I thought these seemed rather sensitive,” Trace said, his deep voice sounding smug as he began to pull on the little buds. Bella whimpered, hating the bolts of pleasure that shot through her now that someone was paying such focused attention to her nipples. There wasn’t as much to distract her now, either; she couldn’t see Alex and Cora, and she wasn’t struggling to breathe anymore.

The slick glide of the Wolf’s cock in and out of her ass had stopped being truly painful; her muscles had adjusted, and she began to feel more pleasure than pain, as a whole. Especially with Trace’s hands and fingers nimbly squeezing and tweaking her breasts and nipples. Bella arched slightly and tried to press her breasts more firmly into his hands as she reached for the pleasure that built up inside her.

Her mons pressed against the bench, and the Wolf’s hard thrusts put more pressure on her swollen clit as Trace tugged at her nipples. The big man leaned forward and took one into his mouth to suckle and tease it with his tongue. Bella moaned, arching again, and thrust her ass up and her breasts down.

The Wolf grunted, his fingers splaying across her hip bones and digging in deep as he began to plow her, hard. From the dais, she could hear Cora’s pleasure, Alex’s howl, as her own body began to reach its critical point. Trace’s manipulation of her sensitive nipples tipped her over; Bella cried out as she shuddered with pleasure, and her pussy spasmed emptily as her ass clamped down on the Wolf’s thrusting cock.

He plowed into her, harder and faster, and the burning friction of his cock against the sensitive walls of her ass made her ecstasy spin even higher as Trace’s teeth bit down gently on her nipple. It was exactly what she needed to fly high; her orgasm shuddered through her more forcefully than any other since they’d been taken by the Wolf. Pleasure engulfed her, rode her, and she was buoyed along the top of it as it crested and fell.

Heat spurted inside her, her nipples blossomed with pleasure, and the front of her mound pressed so hard against the bench it was almost painful.

As the pleasure slowly wound down, her body shuddered and clenched over and over, spasming in the aftermath of her intense orgasm. She didn’t realize she’d closed her eyes until they fluttered open again. Trace still gently tugged on her nipples—he’d been intently watching her while she came.

White teeth flashed as she blinked at him, dazed. “Beautiful girl.”

One last tug on her nipples and then he stood up and moved away from her. Bella groaned as the Wolf pulled himself free, and her sore anus quivered as it was emptied of his cock.

* * *

That night neither Bella nor Alex spoke. They curled around each other, lost in their own thoughts.

Besides, what could they say?