Page 13 of His Toy

She did as he said, and it tingled and soothed all the way down the back of her throat. Until now, she hadn’t realized quite how much the inside of her throat hurt from all the crying, yelling, and begging she’d been doing, but the gel made it feel much better.

Dr. Margolis smiled at her. “That should take care of your gag reflex for at least a month, my dear. That pretty mouth is going to become very well used, and it wouldn’t do to have you gagging or vomiting.”

The coolness in her throat now sent a chill through her entire body as she realized what he meant.

But it was over. The doctor began unstrapping her from the table. As she sat up, her head spun dizzily, and the soldier came forward to steady her and help her stand. Which she was exceedingly grateful for, as she didn’t want Dr. Margolis to touch her any more than necessary. He made her skin crawl. The soldier might be the lesser of two evils, but she’d take him in a heartbeat over the doctor.

“Looking forward to seeing you again, my dear.” The doctor leered again.

The way his tongue flicked out over his lips reminded her of a snake, and Bella shuddered. Worse, she knew he liked seeing that kind of reaction, but she couldn’t stop it, anyway.

The soldier let her lean on his arm as they walked out the door and into the hall. Her body felt strange, as if it wasn’t really hers. The fat, battered lips of her pussy were incredibly sore; between them and the plug in her bottom, she had to walk awkwardly with her thighs apart so it was more of a waddle. The soldier was patient and walked at a pace she could manage.

For the first time, she really looked at him. He had plain, brown hair and ordinary features, enough muscles to make it clear he was a fighter, but, mostly, he looked like a perfectly normal guy, just a bit older than she was.

“Careful there.” He caught her as she stumbled, and Bella nearly burst into tears just because he was being kind. Well, ‘kind’ compared to everyone else today.

“Please,” she said, clutching his arm. “Help me.”

He smiled and patted her hand comfortingly. “You’ll be okay. The Wolf always lets his toys go eventually. It’s hardest at the beginning, but everyone adjusts. Some of them end up not wanting to leave. Just do your best not to get in trouble. Don’t remove the plug until you’re told to, don’t argue when you’re given an order, and don’t try to fight back or escape. The real troublemakers usually get sent to Dr. Margolis until they’re ready to behave.”

Not the most comforting words in the world, but Bella took what reassurance she could. Who wouldn’t want to leave this awfulness? Even the other girl, Abby, had seemed relieved her ordeal was over with, and she’d called him Master. All Bella knew for sure was—no matter what—she would do whatever it took to stay away from Dr. Margolis.

As the soldier continued to help her down the hallway, she wondered where Alex was and what was happening to him.

5

After being dragged away from Bella, the gag still firmly in his mouth and his asshole burning from the Wolf’s hard use, Alex allowed himself to slump in his guards’ hands and forced them to drag him. He picked up his feet to keep the skin from being scraped off, but he didn’t make their job easy.

Ahead of him, Nurse Roche stopped, turned around, and raised her eyebrows. “Well, if he can’t walk, then carry him,” she said briskly, and then turned back and continued.

The bigger soldier shrugged and picked Alex up over his shoulder, which was humiliating. Alex had always considered himself a fairly big guy—definitely strong—but this soldier had about twice his mass. The only sop to Alex’s pride was that the soldier didn’t seem to be having an easy time carrying him. He could wait for the soldier to tire out and then try to struggle and escape… but there was the other soldier to consider. Not to mention Alex had no idea where Bella was. And Trish was with Jordan. She wasn’t Alex’s responsibility, but he couldn’t handle the idea of leaving her here—but going up against Jordan would be a suicide mission. So, he just hung there like a piece of meat, feeling even lower about himself.

Fluid trickled down the back of his thigh, and Alex shuddered. His focus on escape was a way to help him ignore everything that had just happened.

The second time, in some ways, had felt even better, which made everything worse. Alex didn’t like anal sex. He’d experimented with other men because it had seemed expected at his school, not because he’d been interested, and he’d stopped as soon as he could without looking like a prig. The mitigating factor must have been that he was already inside Bella’s soft, warm pussy while the Wolf was fucking his ass, but it still didn’t make Alex feel better. He shouldn’t have gotten hard at all, much less been able to come.

Ahead of them, he heard a door opening and then they passed through a doorway into what looked like a medical exam room. In the center of the room there was a large frame with wooden slats and bars running horizontally across it.

“Secure him, please,” Nurse Roche said.

Alex’s body tensed, but he forced himself to relax again. There was no point in fighting back right now. He’d only lose and probably be in a worse position than before.

The soldier carrying him set Alex down in front of the frame, and the other one stepped forward to grab Alex’s wrist and push it above his head. They attached him to the cuffs on the frame so his limbs formed the shape of an X, and shortened the length of the cuffs’ chains so there was no slack for him to move. Then they put two slats on the frame, one in front of his chest and the other behind his back, at about the same level. The reason became clear a moment later when the soldiers bent the frame in half, and it forced Alex to bend forward at the waist.

The wooden slats across his chest and back kept his body from sagging and forced his ass up in the air, and Alex had a moment of panic as his vulnerability was reemphasized. The panic only subsided when both of the male soldiers stepped back and took up positions by the door. They were obviously there to guard him or in case Nurse Roche needed them, not to inflict further indignities on his leaking asshole.

He made a noise behind his gag, wanting the nurse to remove it. Alex turned his head he and looked at her, pleading. She smiled at him and patted his cheek.

“I think it’s best if the gag stays in, Toy. That way no one will be subjected to any useless pleading.”

Alex groaned. His jaw was aching from the gag, and he constantly had to swallow to keep from drooling. It was not at all comfortable. Then again, neither was any other part of his body, so why should this be any different? Maybe because Nurse Roche hadn’t seemed that intimidating. Maybe because she was treating him with more caution than the Wolf had. After all, if it wasn’t for his restraints and the two soldiers in the room, he could easily overpower her, even exhausted as he was.

The nurse injected him with a tracker, smiling when she informed him of what it was. Every time he looked up at Nurse Roche, she gave him a little smile that began to look more and more like a smirk. As if she enjoyed having a big, brawny man at her mercy. Alex looked away.

She ran her hands over his back, massaging his muscles and he couldn’t help but groan. It felt good to have the tension smoothed away somewhat. Then her hands moved down to his lower back and onto his buttocks, and he tensed all over again as she moved behind him.

Gentle fingers massaged the rim of his anus, and he gritted his teeth around the gag at the reminder as her fingers made a sloppy, wet sound from the Wolf’s cum.

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