Taken by the Viking Ch. 09

"He would have forced you to join? No one would have done anything?" Trish whispered, almost rapt with attention. A cold horror had gripped her at the life Laura was describing. The Moon never talked about any of this. She hadn't realized how much brutality, how much corruption, how much violence they'd glossed over in their little, pat explanation of what happened on Earth after the citizens of the Moon left. "There was violence and things were unsettled until the crime lords took power" just didn't cover it. Which wasn't surprising, but it did sicken her.

Finally Laura looked at Trish, but she just snorted. "Even if my mom had still been alive, I doubt she would have been able to protect me if I hadn't kept to myself. The world was finally returning to some semblance of order. The lord wanting a small group of women to service him was a small sacrifice to pay for that. He was violent, but his violence had purpose. People stopped looting in this territory. They stopped indiscriminately raping and killing. His bully boys were out, protecting people, and even though we had to pay for it, at least it was mostly safe to walk down the street at night. At least most people could start to rebuild their lives. Then when he and the other original leaders all started to become older, crueler, and talking about attacking the Moon and starting war, bad shit started happening again. Plagues, more violence, "peacekeepers" that the Moon would send down who didn't care who they hurt... that's when the Wolf and the others ended up taking over from the old lords. We didn't have the technology to face the Moon and win, and the lords were just getting more people killed."

"Huh." Trish didn't really know what to say to that, even though she felt like she should say something.

'Sorry' didn't seem to cut it.

Laura went back to coloring. "Anyway, if a few Moonies get a taste of our lives, what do I care? I'd rather them than any of us. Some of the other leaders still take their harem from their own populations. At least the Wolf leaves the people he leads alone. He doesn't split up established couples or pick out people's children. And the Moonies go back home unharmed, which is more than my aunt could say, if she's even still alive somewhere. Which I doubt she is. That guy had a reputation, but at least he's smart enough to never come back to Earth."

The bitter hatred in Laura's voice made her feelings on the matter crystal clear. The Moon was protecting some corrupt official, but if Laura ever got her hands on him...

If everyone had a story like Laura's, she supposed it wasn't too surprising that people didn't care about the Wolf capturing and tormenting some of the visiting Moon citizens. Why should they? The Moon looked down on the Earth and the Earth looked down on the Moon, for vastly different reasons.

She didn't want their conversation to end on such a negative note though, or leave Laura dwelling on the pain of her past.

"So how did you meet Marek?" she asked. That had to be a happier story, right? The couple obviously doted on each other. In some ways, Marek reminded her of Jordan. Except that Laura was obviously happier than Trish was.

Immediately the expression on Laura's face changed, her dark countenance lightening as a smile spread across her lips.

"When the Wolf took over, I went out on the streets," Laura said. "I was afraid he might be worse than the devil we knew and I wanted to take some time to watch him, see how he would treat the people who had worked for the old lord. Not everyone hid like I did, not everyone could, but other than making a couple of examples of some real assholes who had started abusing their positions under the old lord, the Wolf didn't do anything to punish anyone. We all saw how he liked to treat his lovers, but they liked it, so no one complained. He was a hell of a lot better than the old lord. Of course, once Earth started being safer for the Moonies to visit, they started coming. Causing trouble, treating us like shit... then the Wolf took a few of them and things changed again. Now they come and they stay apart from us, they don't cause trouble, and they're the ones always on their guard. But when they first started coming back, a group of them cornered me in an alley."

A shiver went up Trish's spine at the way Laura's voice went flat.

"They thought they could just do whatever they wanted to me, because I didn't matter. When I kicked one of them, to get him away from me, they attacked me. That's when Marek came along. He and his friends kicked their asses and rescued me. He took me back to the Wolf's compound, healed me, and kept me."

"Kept you?" Trish echoed.

"Well, I didn't want to stay at first," Laura said, although there was a small smile on her face. "I was still scared of the Wolf, and Marek's a pretty intimidating guy."

"So he forced you to stay?"

"Tied me to his bed," Laura said, still smiling.

"How does that make him different from the people who attacked you?" Trish asked, horrified.

"He's never beaten me. No matter what I said to him, no matter what I did to him... I might get a spanking now and then, but he'd never hurt me. And if I truly didn't want him, after a while, he would have let me go, But first he showed that he could keep me, and also protect me and keep me safe" Laura said, matter-of-factly. "And during that time he showed me that he could make me happy."

Trish put her head in her hands. "I don't understand any of this," she muttered.

"I guess it's different on the Moon," Laura said. "Although, from the news vids, it never seems like any of them are very happy with the partners they end up with. Alex and Bella's partners are real little shits. You can tell from the interviews."

There was a lot of political maneuvering when it came to real relationships on the Moon. Sexual relationships... well, those didn't matter as much. People did what they wanted with who they wanted... although, even then, Trish hadn't been of real interest to anyone because they didn't think she had anything to offer but her body. Real partnerships, the marriages, happened when people wanted alliances on the Moon. Everyone knew some of those alliances were forced. That had been one upside to being the child of the Moon's support staff; no one was going to force her into a partnership for power. It occurred to her that - whether on the Moon or on Earth - she'd apparently been part of a very small group of citizens who could actually choose who they wanted to have a relationship with.

"So here, men just take who they want -"

"Not just men, women too," Laura said. "Whoever's in the better position." A bigger smile curved her lips. "You should have seen the fight Chevie put up when Trix first brought him here."

"Trix brought Chevie here?" Trish asked, distracted from the myriad of questions spinning around her brain. Somehow she'd gotten the impression Trix answered to Chevie, not the other way around - if anyone was answering to the other in that relationship.

"Oh yeah. Literally dragged him in one day, bound hand and foot, while he was cursing and threatening her left and right. Everyone laughed at her because they thought there was no way she could keep him, but she did, and he ended up staying with her."

Before Trish could ask anymore questions, the door to Marek's study opened and he came out, his presence making her quiet again. While she liked Laura - and was thrilled to finally have some answers even if those answers just caused more questions to arise - she was definitely intimidated by Marek. While he wasn't as big or as muscular as Jordan, there was something darkly imposing about him. He didn't seem the type to tolerate being peppered with questions.

As soon as she saw him, Laura's face brightened and his own expression softened just slightly when he looked back at her. They really did care about each other, which completely blew Trish's mind. She didn't quite know how to reconcile that with Laura's story about how they came together.

Or maybe she just didn't want to because she was afraid Jordan was trying to 'keep' her... and she was starting to waver on whether or not she wanted him to succeed. The sense there was something wrong with her was somehow lessened under the impact of Laura's story... after all, Laura had done something similar. Perhaps Trish wasn't as different as the other civilians in the Wolf's compound as she'd thought.

"Are you girls having a good time?" Marek asked, his eyes flicking over both of them.

Laura's smile back at him was brilliant. "Yes, Marek." Trish echoed her, a little more quietly.

"Good," Marek said, moving into the kitchen and getting himself a glass of water. "Jordan just contacted me, he'll be here soon. Laura, would you and Trish like to help me prepare dinner?"

Following Laura into the kitchen, Trish hung back a little. She'd never really had the opportunity to learn how to cook, but that didn't seem to matter. Marek handled making the meal, although he gave Laura and Trish each small tasks to complete. Trish cut up potatoes while Laura did the same with other vegetables, and Marek handled the rest. When Jordan finally arrived, he stayed in the kitchen with Marek to talk, while Trish and Laura went back to coloring.

Marek and Jordan were talking in low tones that Trish couldn't quite hear, which (of course) just made her want to know more. She leaned back against the couch, but it was of no use. Sighing, she went back to coloring, while Laura gave her an amused look.

Dinner was... confusing. As most of her interactions with the Wolf's people were. Marek, for all his intimidating demeanor, included Trish in the conversation easily. He was solicitous of Laura in a manner that was strongly similar to Jordan's manner with Trish, And they all talked freely, as if she was one of them. Most of the conversation centered around Cora's arrival, and Trish learned that both Jordan and Marek though Cora was a bit of a loose cannon but also a brilliant tactician and leader. The Wolf apparently concentrated quite a bit on sciences and technology while Cora focused more on her military. The two of them had been allies for a long time and, while the Wolf had his own forces, when specialized services or a larger force was needed, he went to Cora.

After the meal, dishes were put in the sink to soak and the four of them returned to the living room. Something had changed in the air, setting Trish on edge as Jordan sat down on one of the sofas and pulled her into his lap. Marek and Laura sat on the other sofa, her on his lap as well, and they'd barely sat down before Marek was pulling Laura's lips down to his for a kiss. Not just a quick peck either, a kiss that went on and on... and Trish blushed when she realized she was staring, and quickly looked away.

That left her facing Jordan, who was also watching Marek and Laura, his eyes alight with interest. Seeing her movement, he lifted his gaze to hers, looking over her pink cheeks, which turned even pinker as Laura made a whimpering noise. Jordan chuckled, his hands gliding up Trish's waist to cup her breasts.

She squirmed back, trying to escape his firm grip, as her nipples puckered and heat stirred between her thighs.

"You said you wouldn't in public," she whispered to him, blushing furiously.

"This isn't public," he pointed out. "It's just Marek and Laura."

Laura moaned, a little louder, and Trish glanced over to see that Marek had tipped her back against the arm of the couch and undone the front of her dress. Her breasts were completely exposed, one stiff pink nipple pointing towards the ceiling while Marek sucked on the other one. With her hands in his hair, lips and eyes half-lidded in pleasure, it was an incredibly erotic tableau. As Trish watched, Marek caressed Laura's side, bringing his hand up to her breast and squeezing the soft mound, the creamy flesh overflowing from his fingers.

A pulsing need went through Trish. Like with Alex and Bella, she found herself aroused... only even more so because there was no guilt to watching Marek and Laura. She might find the circumstances of their relationship to be confusing, but it was obvious Laura wanted what Marek was doing to her. Even more obvious that they didn't mind being watched, as Laura's head lolled towards Trish and Jordan and a smile curved her lips.

Being noticed made Trish feel incredibly embarrassed though, and she turned away again, closing her eyes. Jordan chuckled and kissed the side of her neck, sucking slightly, as he squeezed her breasts.

Was he going to strip her down too? Let Marek and Laura watch? Unwanted heat coiled in her core, and she bit her lip against a moan.

"It's okay, baby girl," he murmured into her ear. "You can watch them or I can touch you. Your choice." His fingers slid into her dress and he pinched her nipples, hard enough to make her gasp as the sweet pain lanced through her, the sensation going straight to her pussy.

'You can stop him!' a little voice in the back of her mind insisted. All she had to do was watch the other couple, and Jordan wouldn't continue. It didn't even occur to Trish not to trust he would keep his word. She was too distracted by the part of her that wanted to let him keep touching her... and Marek and Laura watch.

As soon a she realized what she was considering, her head snapped back around and she opened her eyes to see that Marek had switched which breast he was attending to and Laura's skirt was now pushed up to her hips, with Marek's hand between her legs. Laura's thighs were spread wide, allowing Trish to see her plump pussy lips, glistening with wetness, and Marek's fingers thrusting between them, his thumb circling her clit, and she was moaning continuously in pleasure. Trish's own pussy throbbed in response. While Jordan still had his hands on her breasts, he'd kept his word and had stopped caressing and squeezing them... his palms kept her flesh warm but nothing else. Her skin tingled, wanting the stimulation, and she had to fight to keep herself from squirming against him in need.

Pulling away from Laura, Marek left her nipple glistening with wetness, and she whimpered as his hand slid away from between her thighs too, so that he could pull her dress off over her head. As he did so, he put her in a position where she was straddling his thighs; the wide spread of her legs and the position of her back to Trish, allowed Trish to see the base of a blue plug nestled between Laura's cheeks. Trish found that she couldn't look away as he opened the front of his pants, his heavy cock springing out. It was shorter but thicker than Jordan's, with a darker flesh tone along the shaft with a fat purplish head that was already slick with pre-cum.

Trish couldn't stop herself from squirming against Jordan's hands as Marek lowered Laura onto his cock. Laura cried out, her head tilting back, as her pussy lips stretched around the thick shaft she was slowly impaling herself on. Seeing it so up close, knowing they were enjoying being watched, enjoying what they were doing to each other, completely freed Trish to enjoy watching... even if she didn't want to. Because enjoying watching meant her own arousal growing as Laura's thighs flexed and she started to move up and down on Marek's lap, riding him. His cock, slick with Laura's juices, pierced her again and again, as Laura moaned and gyrated on top of him. Marek leaned back against the couch, playing with her breasts, his eyes occasionally flicking to where Trish and Jordan were sitting.

Even though Trish could feel Jordan's hard cock pressing into her bottom, could sense his interest and pleasure in watching Laura and Marek, his hands didn't move even the tiniest bit on her breasts. And she was burning up with need that was becoming harder and harder to deny. She squirmed, arched, pressing her breasts against his hands, but it still wasn't enough as Laura moaned, rose, and sank down onto Marek's cock. Trish pussy was burning with envy, spasming every time Laura lowered herself onto Marek, and feeling so, so empty...

She didn't even realize she'd closed her eyes, out of sheer envy and the need to halt the visual stimulation when she wasn't receiving any physical, until Jordan's hands suddenly came alive on her breasts again, squeezing and kneading. His teeth nibbled the sensitive skin between her shoulder and throat as he pinched her nipples, twisting them and sending darts of fierce pleasure through her.

That little voice in the back of her head shouted for her to open her eyes, to fight against him and her urges... but her body was blossoming under his touch. Laura's moans filled her ears, the sexy sound of bodies coming together an erotic counterpoint, and Trish just couldn't bring herself to open her eyes quite yet. Especially when one of Jordan's hands slid away from her breasts, down her front, and dipped under her skirt.

Her thighs quivered as he traced his fingertips over the sensitive inner skin, her body arching, yearning to soothe the needy ache that had awoken inside her. At first, his fingers swirled, teased, as she squirmed on his lap against his cock. Her head was resting on his shoulder, her legs spread over his thighs, her arms lying limply down and giving him full access to her body. Kisses down the side of her neck countered the sensation of his fingers moving up her thigh, and when he finally slid his fingers between her sopping pussy lips, she couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

The sound of her moan was matched by a small cry of pleasure from Laura, and Trish couldn't help but open her eyes to see why it sounded different than before.

Jordan's fingers still, parallel with her slit, dipping between them but not inside of her, his hand stalling on her breast, as Trish panted for breath, watching as Marek drove into Laura's pussy. He'd flipped Laura onto her back on the couch; her arms were entwined around Marek's neck, but her focus was on Trish and Jordan. Unlike Trish, Laura was completely unembarrassed by being watched; she stared back at Trish with eyes full of lust. Her breasts jiggled and rocked with every rough thrust of Marek's cock into her body. Marek was no longer watching; his entire focus was on Laura, his head bent over and suckling at her breast as he fucked her with long, hard strokes.

"Do you want more, baby girl?" Jordan's voice slid through the fog of need swamping her. "Do you want me to fuck you while we watch them?"

She hesitated... and shook her head. Felt his sigh of disappointment. Actually felt guilty for a second about it. Her body burned, as though punishing her... because she did need to get off so, so badly.

Trish closed her eyes again.

Moaned as Jordan's fingers slid into her, pumping... teasing...

Marek and Laura orgasmed long before Trish did. Picking Trish up in his arms, Jordan literally just said "Goodbye" and left Marek and Laura nuzzling each other on the couch. They barely looked up to respond.

Fortunately, Jordan's room wasn't far away.

He tied Trish down to the bed and proceeded to torture her. With her wrists and ankles bound and spread wide apart, there was nothing she could do to stop him from bringing her to the brink of pleasure over and over again. Jordan put tight clamps on her nipples, making the tender buds throb as they jiggled on her chest while she squirmed, his tongue lapping at her pussy, fingers pushing a plug in and out of her ass.

Every time she thought she was going to cum, he would move away from her clit. Twist the plug in her ass. Spank her inner thighs. Remove the clamps from her nipples so the nubs came back to life with painful, stinging tingles.

For the first time, Trish couldn't stop herself.

"Please," she finally whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks from the need to orgasm. Her pussy was swollen, throbbing painfully with denied need, the tension in her body making her feel like she was about to crack in half.