Page 17 of His Toy

“Such a good Pet.” The Wolf grabbed her wrists and pulled them above her head. He wasn’t looking at her face. Reaching down, he fondled one of her breasts, bringing the nipple to a hard little point, which he tugged between his fingers. Bella moaned again, hating herself for the little trickle of pleasure that spurted through her. “Pet’s pussy looks pretty sore. I believe we have some balm that can help that.” He looked over to the side. “Doctor Margolis… please give Toy the balm you’ve prepared.”

She’d felt faint when he first called upon the doctor, and the relief that swept through her when Alex was given the balm almost made her sob. The Wolf still toyed with her breasts, making her nipples hard and achy with his attentions. The pleasure went straight to her pussy, much to her horror.

“Toy… I think it’s up to you to help soothe Pet’s pussy.”

Alex was allowed to approach, and stood on the other side of the table. The men who guarded him positioned him slightly to Bella’s side so he didn’t completely block the view of her privates for the rest of the room. The hard, stubborn expression on his face was back as he looked down at the small pot of balm he had in his hand.

“Please Alex,” Bella begged, knowing he would need permission from her to touch her. Permission she was happy to give. Her poor pussy ached, and if the Wolf was going to do more to it… She’d take anything to help it feel better beforehand. Right now, she couldn’t bear to be touched there, otherwise. “Please Alex, I need… I need something… it hurts so.”

Cursing under his breath, Alex dipped two fingers into the balm. Bella moaned with relief when he gently stroked it along the outsides of her inflamed pussy lips. It was soothing, cooling, and the dissipation of the sore ache was more of a relief than she could have ever imagined.

“More, Alex, please!”

Laughter rang out behind them, and his shoulders stiffened. From her position on the dais, her voice could be heard throughout the room because of the damned acoustics, but she didn’t care, as long as he didn’t stop. His face grim, Alex spread the balm onto her inner pussy lips as the Wolf began to tweak and tug at her nipples again.

Bella moaned. The soothing balm was doing more than just relieving the soreness. It was allowing her body to feel pleasure again. Alex’s gentle strokes began to feel teasing—a sharp contrast to the Wolf’s rougher handling of her breasts—and to her shame, it aroused her. Was there something wrong with her, that she could be turned on in such a situation? So many people around them, witnessing her humiliation as she was forcibly fondled, and yet her pussy was getting wet.

“Don’t forget to get some inside of her,” the Wolf said. His voice filled with satisfaction at the scenario he’d arranged. “I’ve heard that Dr. Margolis’ douches are quite painful.”

His face not showing any reaction, Alex covered two of his fingers with the balm and pushed them into Bella’s pussy. Gasping with the sudden relief, the cessation of the burning of her insides, Bella’s hips lifted as Alex’s fingers probed her tunnel. The plug in her bottom made his fingers feel even bigger. It felt good. Too good.

Even though her body wanted more, she was glad when he began to withdraw.

“I didn’t stay stop,” the Wolf snapped. “Use your fingers to spread the balm around inside her cunt.”

The two men glared at each other over her body, Alex’s fingers still at the entrance of her pussy. Bella bit her lip, her eyes looking up pleadingly at Alex. She hadn’t forgotten the doctor was still in the room. The Wolf had her nipples between his fingers, all he would have to do was twist viciously to cause her quite a bit of a pain. And yet, she didn’t think she wanted Alex to continue… it felt too good. And she didn’t want it to.

Alex’s expression hardened again, and he looked away first, his fingers sliding back into the slick tunnel. She moaned, and her pussy and asshole clenched, tingling around the invaders. The Wolf began to gently tug and play with her nipples again, his big hands squeezing her breast-flesh as his fingers tormented her more specifically.

“Keep spreading the balm until she comes. Otherwise, I’ll turn her around on this table and fuck her pussy until she does, so… it’s up to you, Toy.”

“Oh nooooo…” Bella moaned again as Alex’s fingers moved inside her. She didn’t know what she was saying ‘no’ to. Both scenarios. Part of her felt guilty, wanting to escape being raped by the Wolf while the Wolf had already fucked Alex. Better to come on Alex’s fingers… but she didn’t want to do either.

It was too humiliating, held spread open on the dinner table before a crowd, her pussy being fingered by her friend, her nipples and breasts squeezed and pulled by the Wolf. And yet… Alex was too good at pleasuring a woman for her body to resist. The tingling of her breasts in the Wolf’s hands, Alex’s clever fingers, and even the plug in her bottom, which had awakened nerves she hadn’t known existed, were just too much for her.

Bella’s hips lifted, her legs still held in a firmly spread position by the two men, her moans filling the room from the dais. The room was mostly hushed, watching, waiting to see if the men could coax a climax from her unwilling body.

“Oh no…” she whispered, her breath coming out in a gush as Alex’s thumb brushed over her clit. The little nub was swollen, aching. The sound of his fingers pushing in and out of her sloppy pussy filled her ears, as did the harsh breathing of the Wolf. She looked up and met his startling, green eyes in that handsome face—so at odds with what she thought he should look like. Cold, green eyes. Lustful, but cold.

He squeezed her nipples tightly, and she writhed. Alex’s thumb pressed against her clit, and it was like a switch flipped in her body.

“No, no, no, no, no pleeeeeeeeeeeease nooooooo!”

It felt as though her lower body was on fire again, but this time a good kind. Her asshole tightened around the plug, and the full sensation and the way it jerked inside her enhanced the pleasure that began to ripple outward from her pussy. Alex’s fingers plunged inside her, his thumb rubbing little circles directly against her clit, and she tugged at the Wolf’s grip on her wrists, her legs trying to kick as the ecstasy overwhelmed her.

The men all held her in place, forcing her to remain spread, forcing her to ride out the entire orgasm, until she shuddered and slumped. Only then did Alex remove his fingers, unable to look at her.

Shame filled her, even as the cheers from the room filled her ears. Damn them. And damn her body for making it possible.

The men holding her legs brought them down, bringing her back upright. She swayed slightly. But at least her pussy felt better. The lips were no longer so swollen and, when she peeked down, they still looked puffy but they were pink instead of red. Whatever had been in that balm, it had been high-quality, and she was greatly relieved. Shame was better than pain, right?

Slowly the cheers died down, everyone’s attention still on the dais, and the back of Bella’s neck prickled, all the little hairs standing up. Whatever the Wolf had planned, he wasn’t done yet.

“I think Toy did a very good job, don’t you?” More cheering. “I believe he’s earned his dinner for taking such good care of Pet. Of course, Pet still has to earn hers.”

7

Seeing the way Bella’s cheeks paled at the Wolf’s pronouncement that she still had yet to earn her dinner, Alex had to squelch down the urge to leap across the table at the man. Alex was still guarded. And there were a lot more men on the other side of the table, not to mention Trish. Jordan had pulled down the top of her dress completely and was openly fondling her breasts, tugging at the little pink nipples. She sat there, red-eyed, obviously unhappy, but compliant. Because what else was she supposed to do?

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