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To Alex and Bella’s surprise, after they ate, they were both escorted back out of the room—this time by new soldiers, who must be the night guard. One of them caught Alex eyeing them and smirked, giving a meaningful look at Alex’s collar. He understood the message: they had the same control over its effects as the Wolf had. It was something to keep in mind.

Bella didn’t agree with him about trying to escape, but there had to be a way. If only they’d been able to talk to Trish at some point… But she’d been kept firmly planted on Jordan’s lap throughout the entire dinner, and when Alex and Bella had left, she’d still been there. Alex wasn’t sure how to deal with that little wrinkle—neither he nor Bella would feel right about escaping and leaving someone behind.

When it came down to it, if he had to make the decision, he would. Hell, if he had to knock Bella out when the time came, he would. That might not be a bad idea anyway; he wasn’t sure how deep Dr. Margolis and Nurse Roche had planted the trackers, but it wouldn’t be as easy to get them out as it had been to put them in.

As these thoughts whirred through his head, he tried to pay attention to the hallways they went through. They seemed to be returning to the bedroom, following the same route they’d taken to get to the large hall. His supposition was confirmed when they were shown back into the room.

So, he knew where the bedroom was in relation to the main hall. At least that was something.

* * *

Bella lay curled up on her side, wrapped in her sheet, and watched Alex pace the room. He tugged at the collar around his neck a couple times, irritably. Neither action was anything new: he’d been doing both for a while now. When they’d first gotten back to the room, she’d tried to take the collar off at his request, a useless exercise that had resulted in both receiving a sharp, electrical shock. Nothing debilitating—it was like a very strong, static build-up that stung her fingers—but it wasn’t something either of them wanted to repeat immediately.

After that, Alex sat on the bed with her for a bit, and held her, but Bella could almost hear him thinking, and then, eventually, he’d gotten up to pace. And mutter. And pace some more. She knew he was still thinking of escape.

Part of her wished he would come up with a viable plan, although she couldn’t help thinking of everything that could go wrong, too. And the repercussions that would come with it.

“Maybe we could cut it off,” she said, watching him tug at the collar again.

“What?”

She gestured to her neck. “Maybe we could try to cut it off.”

Alex shook his head. “I don’t think we’ll be allowed anything sharp enough. And I think the Wolf, and maybe even some of his men, have a remote that controls the current in it. If we can just get our hands on one of the remotes, we can turn it off and it should be easy to take off.”

“How do you know that?”

“The Wolf ah… used it on me earlier this evening.” Alex didn’t look at her. Bella felt chilled. Had Alex tried to do something before the Wolf had given him the option of taking her place? And been punished for it?

She would never have known if he hadn’t told her.

His pacing reminded her of the animals that they’d seen at the zoo when they’d first arrived on Earth. Majestic beasts that had been caged and yearned to run free, that paced the walls of their cage just like he was doing now. Eventually, they’d be freed, and she held to that thought. She would do whatever it took to survive to that day.

Would Alex? He seemed so intent on escape, on being the author of his own freedom. But what if they couldn’t escape? He was so strong. She knew he thought her fear of trying to escape made her weak, but what if she was better equipped for this situation than he was? Bella could bend, she could adapt… but if Alex couldn’t escape, would his strength mean he’d break before he bent?

* * *

There wasn’t much to do in the room. Alex paced. Bella watched him. Eventually she brought up Ken and Lisa and their families, wondering if anyone realized they were missing yet. It hit Alex in the gut that they had probably been missing for about twenty-four hours, now—and in such a short span of time, his world had turned on its head.

He’d broken up with his long-term girlfriend, been kidnapped, ravaged by a warlord of Earth, been forced to have sex with one of his friends—and now that he’d seen her as a sexual object, he was having a hard time unseeing her. Bella was beautiful. Even with her pink-rimmed eyes, slightly swollen from all the crying she’d done, wrapped up in a sheet, and exhausted, she was gorgeous. And he had to wonder what was wrong with him to notice, given the situation.

At least the ring around his cock and balls wasn’t too tight. When he started to stiffen, he could still go down again by thinking about something else.

Eventually, he lay down on the bed on his back, and Bella scooted up to lay near him. He offered out his arm, and she snuggled into the crook of it, her body pressed against his. The sheet over her did nothing to reduce the effect of the warmth of her body or her soft curves, and he gritted his teeth as he willed his dick to stay down. Bella didn’t need to deal with that kind of shit from him, considering everything else they were going through. He didn’t want her to have to worry about him, just because he didn’t have his physical responses under control.

She didn’t seem to notice or, if she did, she trusted him. She stayed snugged up against him and sighed. The tension seeped out of her body.

He didn’t feel tired lying there, but he must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knew, something was being wrapped around his wrists and ankles, and Bella was being pulled away. Alex cursed and, in a surge of movement, tried to grab at Bella and lash out at whoever was touching them.

Laughter surrounded them from every side as they were pulled apart on the huge bed, Alex’s wrists and ankles attached to the head and footboards, despite his struggles. He was too swamped by sleepy confusion to effectively fight back. Secured to the bed, he turned to see Bella struggling against the Wolf and a woman in uniform. They attached her wrists and ankles to the bed. as well, with one key difference—her legs were spread.

“Leave her alone,” he snarled as Bella slumped in her bonds and looked up at the Wolf with wide, fearful eyes.

“Gag him,” the Wolf said, not looking up from his scrutiny of Bella’s lush curves. Alex snarled again, but was forced to open his mouth when one of the soldiers held his nose and cut off his air to get the gag in. Jerking his head around did nothing but get his hair pulled. Once the gag was in his mouth, his head was released, and he was able to look back to see the Wolf fondling Bella’s breasts.

But those bright green eyes were looking straight back at Alex. Waiting for his reaction.

And that was the only reason Alex managed to hold still instead of straining uselessly against his restraints again. Instead, he glared back, knowing he didn’t look at all threatening when he was tied up and gagged, but putting all his fury and frustration into his gaze anyway.

Just give me five minutes, loose and able to fight.

It was as if the Wolf knew what he was thinking, and the older man grinned as he squeezed Bella’s breasts a little harder. She whimpered, and Alex growled into his gag, tugging once again at the restraints… just to check.

“Leave us,” the Wolf said, and Alex became aware of the others in the room again. They all looked disappointed at the order but they left.

The dynamic in the room became more intense and more dangerous. Which made no sense at all—shouldn’t the presence of multiple people have been more intimidating? But this was the first time they’d been completely alone with the Wolf—a man known for his unpredictability—with no audience. Would it turn out the audience spurred him or helped restrict him?

His presence dominated the room as he loomed over them, kneeling on the bed, his hands on Bella’s breasts, pinching at her tight, pink nipples. Alex couldn’t watch, so he looked away.

“Bad Toy,” the Wolf said, his voice silkily threatening. “You have to watch… or I’ll hurt her.”

Alex’s head whipped back around just in time to see the Wolf’s hand come down hard between Bella’s legs. She let out a loud cry and her hips jerked. There was no way she could have protected herself, with her legs cuffed and spread, and even though Alex didn’t want to play more of the Wolf’s games tonight, he knew he wouldn’t look away again. Because the Wolf might be unpredictable, but he would follow through on his threats.

* * *

The throbbing sting of her pussy awakened the unhappy nerves. The salve Alex had spread on her before dinner had done a remarkable job of soothing the soreness, both inside and out, but that entire area remained very sensitive.

The strangest part was the Wolf didn’t seem to be paying much attention to her, even as he fondled her breast and pulled at her nipples—awakening more unwelcome sensations in her groin. He was staring straight at Alex. And from the corner of her eye, she could see Alex glaring back. Watching because, if he didn’t, the Wolf would hurt her again.

Bella quivered with fear. It was all too easy to imagine how she could quickly become a tool, rather than a ‘pet,’ used to prod Alex. The Wolf seemed to enjoy the dynamic between then two of them; perhaps especially because they weren’t a romantic couple. She got the impression that the Wolf was as aroused by messing with their heads as he was messing with their bodies.

Focusing his attention on her sensitive nipples, he lowered his head and took one into his mouth. Bella fought back a moan, biting her lip and hating that it still felt good even though she didn’t want it. The entire time, the Wolf kept staring at Alex.

She turned her head away from Alex, not wanting him to see if even the smallest flash of pleasure crossed her face. Not wanting him to see her humiliation at being fondled and played with just to get to him. Was the Wolf even sexually interested in her? Or was he only interested in how she related to Alex?

Feeling Alex’s eyes on her made her skin tingle. She felt ashamed that he was watching, and yet slightly comforted by his presence—even though he couldn’t do anything. Maybe it was because she wasn’t going through this alone.

The Wolf’s hands left her, and she looked up, frightened of what might happen next.

He began stripping without looking at either of them, as if they weren’t in the room at all; as if he hadn’t just been touching Bella. And Bella couldn’t help looking at him as he took off each piece of clothing and kicked it into the corner. He was older but still impressively muscled, with scars on his chest and back—one large one on his thigh, and what looked like an old burn on the back of his hip. This was not a man who sat back while his men did all the dirty work; it was obvious he’d seen action.

Bella couldn’t help but stare, fascinated by the markings all over his body. It was unusual for anyone on the Moon to have any kind of scars. Very few people were ever hurt, and when they were injured, they always had the scars removed. Imperfections were looked down on; no one would casually wear them the way the Wolf did. And yet, somehow, it added to that charismatic appeal he exuded; the utter confidence with which he shucked off his clothes and showed them his body.

Once he was naked, his erection jutting out from the thatch of hair at his groin, he turned back to the bed, his green eyes glittering malevolently. All his attention on Bella. And she immediately wished it wasn’t. He did glance at Alex, as if to make sure he was watching, and then the Wolf climbed onto the bed between her legs.

She shuddered and automatically tried to curl in on herself but couldn’t.

“Pretty Pet,” the Wolf murmured, stroking the insides of her thighs, squeezing the flesh slightly in between the caresses of his fingers. “Pretty Pet has such a pretty pussy now. Look at all this pretty pink flesh… and this big, fat plug underneath.”

As he twisted the plug in her bottom, awakening nerves she’d almost forgotten about, Bella squirmed uncomfortably. With the Wolf playing with the toy, it felt like she had to go to the bathroom.

“Is this the biggest thing you’ve ever had in your asshole, Pet?” He stared her down with those predatory green eyes. Bella felt her own eyes spark with tears. Alex growled with unhappiness behind his gag.

There was no point in not answering the Wolf’s question. All he wanted was information. Even if it was embarrassing information—that was better than a multitude of other things.

“Yes,” she whispered. And then cried out as the Wolf pulled, and the fattest part of the plug forced its way past her tight sphincter before it tapered off. The sensation of being completely empty was a relief. But now, she had to worry whether the Wolf would force his cock into her virgin asshole in place of it.

To her shock, he didn’t show any immediate interest in the hole he’d just stretched and emptied. He tossed the plug to the side and he knelt over her, leaning down to suck at her nipples while he played with her breasts. Bella shivered as his hands kneaded her soft flesh, and hated her sensitive nipples as they were pinched, tugged, sucked, and nibbled. The Wolf took his time, seeming to enjoy just playing with the sensitive mounds. Occasionally, he would pause to look at Alex, and every time, Alex must have been watching because the Wolf would go right back to enjoying her breasts rather than hurting her.

Wetness began to grow between her thighs, even as she tried to ignore the pleasurable sensations. The breaks between the Wolf’s toying with her breasts, as well as his increased attentions now, took their toll on her control over her body’s responses. It felt good. Demoralizing, how the Wolf could do this to her, over and over again, apparently, but even that didn’t stop her pussy from getting wet.

As if he could read her thoughts, one of his hands slipped down between her legs and began to stroke the soft folds of her pussy. Bella didn’t realize she’d moaned until she heard the sound echoing in her ears. The Wolf chuckled, pleased, and she closed her eyes as her face flushed bright red.

“Such a nice, wet pussy,” the Wolf murmured, loudly enough that Alex couldn’t miss the words or the implication.

Bella gasped as the Wolf’s finger thrust inside her, his thumb sweeping over her clit at the same time. Her hips jerked upwards in response as the Wolf pulled away and moved himself down her body. Then he lowered his mouth to her spread core and slid his finger back out of her pussy to press it into her anus. His tongue licked up the center of her folds.

The finger didn’t hurt, and, though her asshole was sore, it had been stretched enough by the plug for the Wolf’s thick finger and knuckles to feel only strange, not painful. It might have helped that he was very skillfully eating her pussy, creating a surge of pleasure in that receptive area.

Nooooooo!

Bella clenched her jaw against the word, knowing it wouldn’t change anything and not wanting to give the Wolf any extra satisfaction or distress Alex any further.

The sloppy wetness increased as the Wolf continued to lick and suck on her folds, teasing her clit so her muscles tensed and spasmed with need—a need she was determined to ignore. When she looked down at the Wolf to try to fight her body’s response by watching exactly who was creating the sensations, she was more than a little disturbed to see his attention had returned to Alex.

And she didn’t dare look at the man next to her. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized that the Wolf was just watching, almost daring Alex to look away so the Wolf could punish Bella for it. Even her fear didn’t stem her arousal as the Wolf’s tongue thrust inside her and then licked up to her clit before he slid back down to fuck her with it again.

When he pulled away, she almost whined. Her entire pussy tingled with the need for satisfaction, even as fear flashed through her again. Both nipples stood out on her chest, hard and tight, even though he hadn’t touched them since he’d lowered his mouth between her legs. Bella hated how visible her arousal was, from those tight pink nubbins to the glossiness of the Wolf’s lips and chin, which were coated with her juices.

The Wolf wiped his mouth with his hand and casually reached over to spread the juices over Alex’s upper lip and the gag. Bella looked away, not wanting to see Alex’s expression at her body’s betrayal.

“Doesn’t Pet smell good?” The Wolf grinned down at Alex. “She tastes good, too. Maybe I’ll let you try, sometime.”

The image of Alex between her thighs with his mouth on her made Bella shiver and clench. It was something Ken hadn’t done very often when they’d been together—which might be why she’d had such trouble resisting the sensations the Wolf had elicited.

The Wolf raised his eyebrow, watching her reaction, and her entire body flushed.

“Oh my, Toy,” the man purred, putting his thumb about a centimeter above her clit and rubbing in a slow circle. She didn’t know if he was doing that because he didn’t know exactly where her clitoris was located, or because he knew it would be maddeningly teasing. Not that she wanted him to touch her there. Not really… “I think Pet likes that idea. Or maybe she just wants to get back at that cheating boyfriend of hers, what do you think?”

There wasn’t any response to that, but Bella knew Alex had looked away when the Wolf’s hand came down hard on her pussy again. Her clit was so tormented by having been teased that it almost felt good to have direct contact, and she cursed inwardly even as she prayed Alex wouldn’t look away again. He made an incoherent noise beside her—the Wolf’s abuse of her tender flesh had angered him. Bella didn’t know whether that made her feel better or worse.

The Wolf stared at Alex, and Bella turned her head away as he lined up his cock with her pussy. Her entire body was trembling non-stop now. This was it—the Wolf was really going to fuck her. And he would force Alex to watch while he did it.

The hard, thick crown of his cock nudged into the entrance of her body, not quite roughly but not gently either. Bella couldn’t stifle the whimper that worked its way up out of her throat. Despite the salve that Alex had spread on her, she wasn’t prepared for this. It wasn’t like she’d had a lot of sexual partners, and her body had never been invaded, tortured, and used the way it had been today.

The slickness that had come while the Wolf had played with her wasn’t enough to make for an easy entry, and she whimpered and squirmed, tears sparking at her eyes as he began to rock his hips back and forth, thrusting a little deeper each time. The low, guttural groans of pleasure he made sickened her, though she knew they were as much for Alex’s benefit as anything else. The mattress beneath her moved as Alex pulled at his restraints.

There was nothing she could do but lie there as the Wolf shoved his cock in deep, and Bella whimpered as her body split apart from how large he was. Just as big as Alex, just as hard, and just as hot inside her. The weight of him rested against her lower body as he looked over at Alex, triumphant and fully buried inside her.

Then he began to move.

The friction felt horribly good, especially as he angled himself so his groin rasped against her swollen clit with every thrust. He took his time, with long smooth strokes in and out of her body that made her sensitive nerve-endings tingle. If he hadn’t eaten her out beforehand, hadn’t teased her, she would have been alright. But her pussy was much more sensitive than usual, and, with her rectum emptied of the plug, there was nothing to distract from the thick cock filling her over and over again.

“Noooooo…” Bella moaned, not at the Wolf—because that would have been useless—but at herself.

She writhed beneath him, trying to move away, trying to angle her body so he didn’t hit all the right spots, but the restraints were too tight, and his weight was too heavy.

“That’s it, Pet,” he murmured into her ear, softly enough Bella was sure Alex couldn’t hear what he was saying. Another form of mental torment, probably. “It feels good, doesn’t it? You’re so tight around my cock, I can feel how much you like it every time I do… this…”

And the head of his cock ran over her g-spot right before his body pressed against her clit and Bella arched beneath him, hating herself for the involuntary response. It did feel good. Not that she would admit it.

But even she could hear her breathing picking up, turning into rhythmic panting as he fucked her, pleasuring her against her will. All the while, constantly checking to make sure Alex was watching.

* * *

Even if he wanted to look away now, Alex wasn’t sure he could—although the Wolf’s demand gave him unhappy permission to watch.

If he could look away, would his cock not react?

He was half-hard from looking at her naked body and smelling the juices the Wolf had smeared under his nose; half-hard from hearing her sexy little moans and knowing she was aroused. It wasn’t too hard to tell what made her uncomfortable and what made her feel good. Bella was an open book, which only made her easy prey for the Wolf.

Alex didn’t blame her. It was obvious the Wolf was practiced in pleasuring a woman. He knew exactly what to do, what to look for, and could exploit it to the extreme. What Alex hated was his reaction to watching it. The cock ring gripped him tightly as he struggled to keep his mind on his anger, his rage, rather than the stunning sight of Bella writhing on the edge of orgasm.

The Wolf’s green eyes bored into his own, arrogantly triumphant, taunting him for his helplessness.

The man groaned with pleasure often as his cock sank into Bella’s body with a hot, wet sound. The masculine groans grated on Alex’s nerves, rousing his fury every time. By now, he would have thought he’d be past being prodded, but the Wolf kept finding new ways to anger him, and forcing Bella to pleasure was one of them.

Watching every thrust, every grinding movement of the Wolf’s body against hers was utter torture. Especially as Bella began to whisper “no, no, no” while her body spasmed and convulsed. She was fighting herself, a battle he watched her lose as her back arched and she thrust her breasts up to rub against the Wolf’s chest while she cried out.

Tears trickled down her cheeks as she squirmed and moaned, and the noises made his cock finally stand fully at attention. Alex watched as she came, achingly beautiful and seductive in her pleasure.

The Wolf rode out her orgasm, allowing her to ride the full wave of her pleasure. As soon as it was done, he began to pound into her, hard and merciless.

Alex fought his restraints again as Bella cried out, this time in pain as the Wolf slammed into her body. He no longer watched Alex’s reaction, no longer tried to make Bella’s body betray itself. The Wolf wasn’t interested in anything but his own pleasure. His groans were much quieter, much more natural as he pummeled Bella’s pink pussy, which turned pinker by the minute as the Wolf’s body slapped it.

Her thighs quivered as she tried to close her legs against the assault, and her head shook back and forth. Her back arched upward again, a last-ditch attempt to pull away. The Wolf grimaced as he threw back his head and groaned loudly; his hips pressed against Bella’s body, and Alex knew that the man was coming.

Bella slumped beneath him, breathing heavily, tears still on her cheeks as she let out a little moan of relief. Alex could practically hear his pulse pounding in his ears.

When the Wolf looked over at him, Alex glared and then flushed as the Wolf’s gaze lowered to his erect cock. Still planted firmly inside Bella, the Wolf laughed.

“It looks as though Toy enjoyed the show, Pet. Good job.”

She made a little mewling sound and didn’t look at Alex. Alex hoped she realized it was mostly the effect of the cock-ring, which wouldn’t allow his dick to deflate once he was aroused by anything, and that he hadn’t been aroused by watching the majority of what had happened. He was just aroused by her.

The Wolf put his weight on one arm, his body still over and inside Bella’s, and reached over to take Alex’s cock in his hand. There was nothing Alex could do as the Wolf pumped him, hard and long, his thumb expertly sweeping over the weeping slit in the tip. It felt incredible. Alex groaned against the gag as his body shuddered and released jets of white cum up onto his chest.

Fuck .

His cock jerked in the Wolf’s hand with the last few spurts of cum.

Shamed, Alex looked away. He hated that he’d come by the man’s hand while the Wolf was still inside Bella.

The Wolf grunted his satisfaction, and Alex could hear him moving around. He left the cum drying on Alex’s chest and stomach, but the chains on his restraints were loosened to where he could bend his elbows enough to rest his head and sleep. The Wolf also removed his gag. Maybe Alex should have felt grateful for that, but mostly he felt sick and angry. He didn’t say anything though, just worked his jaw with relief that the thing was out.

The Wolf released Bella from her restraints entirely and then pulled her up with her back against his front, a heavy arm around her waist. The Wolf slapped the wall next to the bed, and a panel opened. When he hit one of the buttons, the lights went out and left them in blackness.

Alex knew Bella and the Wolf were close by, but he couldn’t see them anymore. There was nothing more he could do now except try to rest and save his strength for when he had a better plan. Would the Wolf leave Bella unrestrained every night? If he did, maybe Alex could use that. He’d need to learn what each of those buttons on the panel did.

His mind was whirled with plans again, maybe to keep him from thinking about what he and Bella had been through, but his exhausted body sucked him down into sleep anyway.