Page 23 of His Pet

He couldn't even fight back as the Wolf pressed him down onto the bed. His body was throbbing with the need to come again. The woman giving him a blow job while the Wolf whipped him had made him climax, but he hadn't had any juice left to give her. And he still felt like he was about to crawl of his skin with the need that was eating him from the inside out.

The Wolf hooked his arms under Alex's legs, bending him nearly in half as he dragged Alex's ass to the edge of the bed. His cock was slick with lube, having hardened again while he'd been whipping Alex. Pressing it against Alex's ass, the Wolf grunted as he thrust forward.

Alex's body bowed under the assault, his sphincter burning as it was forced open and the Wolf's cock pushed deep in one thrust. The same way that Alex had shoved into Zander. He groaned, writhing, his hands digging into the bed rather than hitting out at the Wolf, because he needed it. The line between pain and pleasure had already blurred, and his cock pulsed as the head of the Wolf's dick rubbed over Alex's prostate.

As the Wolf began fucking him, hard and deep, Alex thought his balls might explode from the glorious pressure; he could feel them squeezing down on their own, as if they were trying to produce more sperm for him to come. Groaning, he felt himself melting into the sensations, a kind of delicious freedom roiling through him as he gave up the fight and just let the Wolf fuck his ass. The aphrodisiac made it not only easy, but necessary.

Staring up at the ceiling, Alex jerked when he suddenly heard the familiar sound of Bella's moans. It only took him a second to realize that she was on the large screen, Trish sandwiched between her and Jordan. A scene of lust and sexual torment, very similar to what he was experiencing.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Maureen and Zander pointing excitedly, exclaiming over the sighting of the Wolf's other captive. The soldiers around them had all settled down to just heavy petting, rather than actually fucking, taking a break so that they could fully enjoy watching Alex and the Wolf, and now Trish, Jordan and Bella. Some of the Moon couple's words drifted through Alex's consciousness; later they would enrage him although right now he could barely understand their meaning.

"It's her! It's her!"

"Oh my god that's the other one... holy shit that's hot..."

"... do you think that feels like?... that's so cool..."

"... wish they were down here... why aren't they?"

"Can we join them?"

The Wolf pounded harder into Alex's body, leaning forward and bending Alex's legs even more. His lips parted in what was almost a snarl, his eyes boring into Alex's, even as his cock invaded Alex's insides.

"Do you hear them?" he whispered, his voice filled with the same disgust and contempt that Alex felt for the pair. "Do you begin to see?"

The words didn't make sense, not now, although they would later, and Alex could only shake his head as the Wolf forced his cock in deeper, harder. The ribbed muscles of the Wolf's belly rubbed over Alex's red, overly sensitive shaft, and he groaned, shifting and writhing as his ass clenched down and his own cock bounced between their bodies. It was pleasure and pain, fury and lust, soundless pleasure and screaming rage.

He yelled as he came, his cock jerking emptily, tiny dribbles of fluid gathering at the tip. Heat flooded his insides as the Wolf howled, throwing his head back and grinding himself against Alex's ass, his cock throbbing against the tight inner walls of Alex's body as he spewed cum into the dark hole. The sounds of orgasm filled the room, not just Alex's and the Wolf's, but the familiar breathy cry of Bella's as she came.

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When Alex opened his eyes, for a moment he thought he'd gone blind, before he realized that it was just dark. His cock rubbed against the sheets as he moved, and he clenched his jaw against the whimpering groan that expanded inside of his chest. Every inch of his dick felt battered and stripped bare. After the Wolf had fucked his ass, everything had descended back into an orgy, surrounded by the sight of Bella on the screen, with Trish and Jordan. To Alex's relief, she'd never been brought down to join them.

Cold fury swept over him as he remembered the childlike excitement of Maureen and Zander. As if everything they'd witnessed was a movie or a game. They'd wanted Bella's presence, had been thrilled to see her on the screen, as if she was some kind of real celebrity and not a victim of the Wolf's cruelty.

More clearly than ever, Alex was beginning to understand how the Wolf worked. Staring up into the darkness, it was like his brain had sorted through the information when he was unconscious, and now he could see the implications, the ramifications of the Wolf's actions. Bring in the day captives, show them the debauchery, the sexual thrills that even the Moon couldn't provide, the taboo and danger the children of the Moon craved, and add in a dash of celebrity, and suddenly who cares about what else the Wolf does?

He could cover the other criminals on Earth, cover most of his own misdeeds, because what the media cared about, what the citizens of the Moon cared about, was hearing all the juicy, illicit details of the Wolf's decadent sex life. It was almost a cultural obsession at this point. Details about crimes he and his men committed only added a dash of salacious danger to the main meat of the stories that came out about him, which always revolved around the captives he took. The mystery, the fact that captives who were with him for any length of time never told their stories, only added to the intrigue and interest.

The Wolf was a smokescreen. For not only himself, but for the other crime lords on Earth also. Alex and Bella were nothing more than props, just like the captives before them.

Yet, Alex couldn't help remembering the disgust he'd felt at Maureen and Zander's flagrant interest. His contempt for their soft minds, their immature outlooks. Before being taken by the Wolf, Alex had never questioned the obsession most of the people of the Moon had with the Wolf, even if he hadn't shared it. Even then, he'd at least been intrigued by it, he'd always listened to the media stories about the Wolf. Now he felt as though those memories belonged do a different man altogether. A different man, with a different life.

The man he was now, the man he was becoming, was starting to disturb him.

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There was...somethingabout that sigil. Bella stared at it. Beside her, Alex was still asleep, looking incredibly worn out. His brow was creased, even in slumber. She wanted to reach out and smooth the wrinkles away, but she was worried about waking him up when he obviously needed the rest. So instead she stared at the wall.

No, that wasn't quite true.

She stared at the sigil.

Moving as quietly as possible, she got up out of the bed, careful not to disturb Alex, and padded over to the wall, wincing as her pussy twinged between her legs. All of her private parts were sore after yesterday, especially her nipples. Jordan had not gone easy on her or Trish, although at least they hadn't fucked for as long as Alex had. She could still barely believe how long the orgy had gone on downstairs, while Jordan had bathed her and Trish together after all the sex. He'd been remarkably solicitous, although nowhere near as tender with her as he was with the little blonde.

Tracing her fingers delicately over the sigil, she wondered why it felt familiar to touch it. Why her emotions quivered, as if it was important that she was doing this.

"What are you doing?"

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