Page 8 of His Toy

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Alex shook his head and gritted his teeth against the rubbery gag. Maybe he couldn’t fight back, maybe he couldn’t run away, but he’d be damned if he’d enjoy this.

A sudden gripping thought nearly slayed him: was this how Bella had felt as she’d creamed herself all over his cock? It made him feel a lot less good about making the sex pleasurable for her.

He couldn’t look at her any longer, couldn’t see the guilt and pity in her eyes—especially with his own guilt nearly suffocating him now—and Alex buried his face into Bella’s shoulder. The Wolf pulled his finger out and then came thrusting back, this time with two fingers to stretch Alex’s sphincter. The worst part was it didn’t entirely hurt. It burned slightly as his muscle stretched and spasmed, but the Wolf’s questing fingers also pressed against his prostate as they plunged in, and Alex’s cock stiffened slightly in the hot grasp of Bella’s pussy.

The fingers twisted, plunging in and then retreating again, making Alex writhe uncontrollably against Bella’s softness, though he did his best to keep still, if only to avoid hurting her further.

They were trapped together, their bodies still interconnected, while the Wolf continued his torment.

* * *

Was this her fault? If Bella hadn’t chosen Alex earlier, would he be suffering like this now?

The idea that she’d saved her own skin, only to sacrifice his, even unintentionally, was horrifying.

Bella couldn’t tell exactly what the Wolf was doing to Alex but she could guess.

The idea of anal sex had always horrified Bella. It seemed so dirty and undignified. With Alex’s big body on top of her, his broad shoulders blocking out her vision, she couldn’t see the Wolf at all, but it was obvious he didn’t feel the same way.

Alex shifted on top of her again, and it was all Bella could do not to moan. His pelvis pressed against her splayed pussy lips, and his pubic bone still ground against her clit every time he moved—and that whole area was super-sensitive after her shameful orgasm. She was thankful to be flexible enough that being bent in half, even for a length of time, was only uncomfortable rather than painful. Unfortunately, being merely uncomfortable didn’t do anything to decrease the pleasure that sparked every time Alex’s body rubbed against hers.

He made a groaning noise behind his gag, muffled and pleading. When she looked up at him, his eyes were closed and his forehead was wrinkled as if he were in pain or, at least, extreme discomfort. That or…

The sudden pressure deep within her told Bella his cock grew inside her, hardening and pushing its length back into the depths of her pussy.

“Oh!” She writhed beneath him again and tightened around the hardening shaft.

Was Alex aroused by what the Wolf was doing? And was he enjoying it, or was it the same as when her body had responded without her mind’s consent? Bella didn’t doubt the Wolf was a master at eliciting the physical responses he desired.

But there was nothing she could do to help Alex. Bella was more trapped than he was, pinned beneath him like a bug on a stick. The analogy would have made her giggle if the situation weren’t so awful.

Something bounced on the bed beside them, and Bella looked over and gasped when she saw Trish’s face only a foot away from hers. The young blonde was bent over the bed, her wrists still tied behind her back, and Jordan stood behind her, fisting a huge, angry-looking, red cock. He saw Bella watching and winked at her, and then positioned himself.

Trish’s cry as Jordan began to push into her made Bella want to close her eyes but, just as before, she couldn’t look away. The contrast between Trish’s humiliated and degraded expression and Jordan’s look of abject pleasure was striking. The young woman closed her eyes and bit her lip as the big man behind her began to pump back and forth, fucking her with long, hard strokes.

To Bella’s horror, as before, Trish’s ravishing made her own pussy spasm in sympathetic response, bringing her unwanted pleasure.

* * *

Bella’s body tightened around Alex’s cock as the Wolf fingered his ass. He chanted ‘No, no, no, no, no’ behind his gag, but, of course, no one could hear it—and he doubted the Wolf would stop even if he could hear Alex’s pleas. Bella was mostly quiet, other than the occasional squeal or moan, but Alex didn’t blame her for not drawing further attention to herself. He was glad she didn’t. At the very least, his current position protected her from molestation by the Wolf or his men. Even if it wasn’t by his choice, at least he could feel like he was doing something for her.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything he could do for Trish. At least it looked like Jordan was being fairly gentle with her. Alex wasn’t sure if he had a hope for that, himself.

The Wolf’s fingers were relentless, pushing and stretching the tight ring of muscle, spreading the lubricant liberally in Alex’s spasming channel. He could only groan and try to relax, try to make the burn lessen. He remembered that much from when he’d experimented before.

Then the fingers withdrew entirely, and Alex’s body relaxed and left him panting for breath. He hadn’t realized how tense his muscles had become while the Wolf had violated him.

“Hold him still.”

Hands came down on his shoulders and wrists from either side, and Alex began to struggle again. Bella’s hands tightened on his shoulders as she clung to him and squeaked with dismay, but he couldn’t help it.

Something hot and hard and much thicker pressed against his anus and began to push in. The pressure was immense, and Alex found himself panting and groaning, unable to do anything as one of the Wolf’s hands rubbed his lower back. The man was speaking, but Alex couldn’t hear any of the words. There was a roaring in his ears, and all he could do was squeeze his eyes shut and fight against the overwhelming sensation of being unbearably stretched. If the Wolf’s fingers had burned, his cock was like a searing brand.

A fear tears leaked from Alex’s face, and Bella’s hands rubbed his chest as if to try to make him feel better, as the Wolf’s cock stretched him wider and wider. When the crown popped in past his sphincter, Alex groaned with the minor relief.

The Wolf sank deeper into him, thrusting inch by inch, and made Alex spasm when the head of the Wolf’s cock pressed against his prostate. His own cock, still firmly lodged inside Bella, had started to soften again but, with the stimulation against that sensitive spot, it began to swell.

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