Taken by the Viking Ch. 14

Throughout the day, Jordan kept Trish close by his side, as he often did, but now she found the meetings he was attending much more interesting than she had before. Previously, she would try to understand what the conversation was focused on, but they often named people and places she was unfamiliar with, which made it hard to have any real understanding. Now, with Cora and Trace present, the discussion had much less to do with Earth and quite a bit more to do with the Moon and the Wolf's future plan's in general.

Although she probably shouldn't think of the plan's as the Wolf's. She was just so used to thinking of him as the leader of everything on Earth, since he was the only one in the spotlight, but it was becoming more and more clear that those in charge on Earth used him as a kind of distraction. He wasn't just a figurehead, since he was powerful in his own right, but the choice to make his name known and surround him with mystery, intrigue, and interest seemed to be deliberate on the part of the Earthers. That or the Moon populace's interest in him had started on its own and the Earthers had taken advantage of it.

Trish could believe either.

Now she was listening to meetings about the aftermath of their successful thievery mission and things were beginning to become clearer. Cora, the Wolf, and a man named John had wanted to keep the shipment from reaching the Moon. The new memory drug had already been used on Alex and Bella, and the Wolf said it worked despite the antidote John's people had created for the previous memory drug. For some reason, John, Cora, and the Wolf wanted to eradicate the effects of the memory drug

They considered Benson and Mirabelle - the leaders of another faction on Earth which had created the memory drug in exchange for promises of new homes on the Moon along with wealth and power, to be traitors. As well as stupid for thinking the Moon would give them what they truly wanted. Wealth and power as well as a new home were easy to give, respect from the other citizens of the Moon was not. John in particular was vehement about them 'selling out' to the Moon, his vitriol about Mirabelle making Trish think some of his feelings might be personal. Trish had heard their names before, but she hadn't understood who they were or why they were important until today.

She'd been under the impression everyone on Earth hated the Moon, but apparently there was a faction who was willing to work with them. Trish was horrified as more information was shared by Cora and John. Apparently because Benson and Mirabelle had been promised prominent places on the Moon once they fulfilled their contract, they didn't care what happened to the Earth or their community. They'd decimated the environment around them, poisoning the water and the land in their area in order to achieve their goals, the new drug being the latest step in their selfish bid for leaving the Earth. John wanted the Wolf to stop selling food and clean water to Benson and Mirabelle's people.

"If they had to face the actual consequences of what they're doing, consequences that effected them immediately, they'd either have to start really thinking about what they're doing or they'd just kill themselves off," John said harshly, glaring through the vid screen at the Wolf.

"There are plenty of people working for Benson and Mirabelle who have no say in what's happening and who don't deserve to suffer for their actions," the Wolf said calmly, not even looking up as he examined a printout in front of him. On his right, Jordan was holding Trish on his lap, but keeping her on the opposite side of the Wolf, so she couldn't see what the Wolf was looking at without leaning forward and drawing attention to both herself and her nosiness. Neither of which she was keen to do. "The two of them will be the last to feel any effects, it's the innocents who will die off first."

"Or they'll revolt and take out Benson and Mirabelle for us," John argued.

It was strange seeing this compassionate side to the Wolf. He was willing to kidnap and torment young men and women from the Moon for his own sexual pleasure, but he insisted on helping an entire populace of people he would never meet. Even more disconcerting when she realized part of John's reasoning included the accumulation of more power for those allied against Benson and Mirabelle. If the Wolf wasn't motivated by power, what was he motivated by?

She was beginning to believe he was far more complex than anyone had ever realized. It wasn't just his own people he treated well and cared for, he was also taking care of people who could be considered his enemies.

"They don't have much longer anyway," Cora said dismissively, waving her hand at the screen where John was scowling. "I've had some of my people spreading the evidence of Benson and Mirabelle's agreement with the Moon, which include leaving the community but not with all the people who live there, leaving them behind in a district which can no longer produce food or water and where they're becoming sicker from the air itself. My reports say they're already on the verge of revolt; now that the drug is gone and the Moon is demanding a replacement shipment, Mirabelle and Benson are going to have to stay right where they are until they can provide it. And they're going to have to start answering some hard questions to their people about what the reward is, because all the damage they've done to their area makes it unlivable without outside resources. People are becoming panicked and angry. Removing their access to the food and water we sell them will only allow Benson and Mirabelle to stir up resentment against us, rather than where it currently, and rightly, is directed."

John snorted. "I think you're giving them far too much credit. They haven't figured out on their own that Benson and Mirabelle care for nothing but themselves, despite how obvious it is."

"Benson and Mirabelle are smarter than you give them credit for," the Wolf said calmly. "Which is why we continue to supply their people, so they can't use that against us. If we need to, we'll send someone in to take care of the matter." His eyes flicked to Jordan, which made Trish tense up as a kind of worry suddenly rushed through her. Surely she was just worried for herself though, right? If something happened to Jordan, what would become of her? She couldn't possibly be worried about him for his own sake... could she? "But we aren't at that point yet."

Relief strummed through Trish as Jordan's fingers slid over her back muscles. He'd obviously noticed her sudden tension. His fingers pressed into her shoulders, kneading and pressing her closer to him. Trish felt her spine slump as she let her head drop into his shoulder, her breathing coming out on a small sigh as he massaged her. Across from her, next to Cora, Trace was now watching her and Jordan with some interest, and Trish felt her muscles tensing again. Jordan's fingers moved up to her neck and she closed her eyes, swallowing hard as she let him rub away her anxiousness.

He'd shown no signs of wanting to share her with any other men, no matter how interested Trace seemed to be. If she begged hard enough, was upset enough, she knew Jordan wouldn't do it. Unless she did something very, very bad? But she hadn't. Her pussy was still throbbing from the reward he'd given her after she'd stayed away from Alex and Bella this morning.

The meeting continued as Jordan rubbed her neck and shoulders, only occasionally contributing to the discussion in that deep rumble of his. He supported the Wolf completely in how to deal with Benson and Mirabelle's people, which seemed to surprise everyone except the Wolf. John even grumbled about how Jordan was getting soft, implying it was Trish's (although John called her 'that girl') fault. Jordan just shrugged and began to massage the back of Trish's scalp, his hand on her thigh beginning to caress her gently, leaving her to wonder if she really had changed him... and how?

Although, if it was true, then she was glad. She didn't like the idea of innocents being condemned because they had careless and selfish leaders. She definitely didn't like the idea of a man who didn't care, which meant she didn't like John very much and so she was doubly relieved Jordan wasn't agreeing with the cold man.

******

The Wolf was pleased at Jordan's reversal of opinion, he could tell.

It certainly made things easier for the Wolf, when his own right hand man agreed with him. Not that Jordan ever disobeyed orders, but it was still easier when they both agreed.

John was correct, in part, that Trish was the cause of Jordan's change of heart. After all, Jordan had disagreed with the Wolf about this whole plan. He hadn't wanted to give the Moon a chance, he'd been with John on cutting them off from the Earth's resources and letting them slowly run out of air, food, and water. Even with the allies they had on Earth, the Moon wouldn't be able to sustain itself with just the resources from those districts. The Wolf, Cora, and several others had argued otherwise and John had been outvoted. If John had won, Trish could very well have been up on the Moon and, as an orphan and without connections to anyone powerful and wealthy, she would have certainly been among the first to do.

So yes, Jordan had changed his mind. Because there were people on the Moon other than the leeches.

With Trish snuggled into his body, curled almost trustingly in his lap, Jordan was very aware of everything he could have missed out on. He ran his fingers through her silken hair, enjoying her presence and the way she had relaxed on his lap, while still focusing on the discussion. Since they had the drug now, John and Cora agreed to send some of their top people to work with Dr. Montgomery on synthesizing the antidote. They were already using the previous antidote to try and stave off the effects.

Whether or not any of it would work... time would tell. In the meantime, the Wolf would continue to hold Alex and Bella. At least, Jordan assumed. He didn't seem to have his fill of the pair yet. In fact, he didn't even show any signs of losing interest, despite his penchant for doing so. Normally it took quite a bit to keep the Wolf's focus for more than a matter of weeks... although, it often didn't take much more than that for the Wolf's captives to become devoted slaves to his sexual prowess.

If Jordan could figure out how the man did that, he might use it on Trish...

Except she might not be her, if that happened. So he wouldn't. Even when she was fighting him, resisting him, Jordan just wanted her.

He tightened his grip around her, ignoring the way Cora and Trace were now looking at him and Trish as the meeting wound up. They had both hinted at their interest in playing with Trish, but Jordan had shut them down.

Trish was his.

******

Back in the main room following the meeting, Trish knelt on a cushion at Jordan's feet, relieved he didn't have her on his lap anymore. She figured he must have gotten tired of feeling her squirming against his erection... or maybe he was trying to indulge her sense of modesty. Maybe this was more reward for her; not being on display in front of everyone.

His hand never left the top of her head, occasionally stroking his fingers through her hair, keeping a connection between them which made her feel entirely too comfortable. Trish didn't try to move away though. After all, why fight such a little thing? Just because she was becoming used to it? Just because some part of her liked it? She would save her energy for the larger fights. That made sense, didn't it?

The doors at the end of the hall opened, and Alex and Bella were led in. Seeing them, Trish couldn't help but feel some guilt about keeping away from them by choice. They were all prisoners, shouldn't they be in this together? But she could remember what they couldn't. She knew why Bella had been punished. She was the one who had caused everything to go wrong last time.

And now she also knew the tunnels weren't the escape she'd hoped. Especially not when Bella had behaved so recklessly once she'd been told about them. Telling her again would probably just be another mistake, but it didn't stop Trish from feeling both conflicted and guilty.

Even more so, she was no longer sure if telling them was the correct thing to do. While she didn't understand exactly what the Wolf's plan was, he did seem to think that Alex, Bella, and the drug would be integral to it... and she wasn't sure his plan was all bad. Was he a kidnapping, raping, mind-fucking, sadist? Yes. On the other hand, he was also a good leader, he cared about saving innocents, and she was pretty sure his plan would help save others.

Everything wasn't quite as black and white as she'd always thought.

It would be so much easier to just call him and Jordan the bad guys, but they weren't all bad. There were redeeming qualities to both of them. Heck, his own people regarded the Wolf as a hero and Jordan as someone to respect and emulate. Not that it was any comfort when Jordan was spanking her or the Wolf was torturing Alex and Bella but...

Trish didn't even know what to think anymore. The people on the Moon weren't all bad either, although she thought those in charge might be worse than the Wolf... but did that excuse his depravities? She couldn't bring herself to answer that question affirmatively. But she couldn't wish him defeated either. Which was a scary thing to face, especially when she was looking directly into the eyes of his two current victims.

The soldiers escorting Alex and Bella led them over to the side of the dais, and Alex immediately pushed Bella behind him, on the cushions that were there. They were on the far side away from Trish, but she could see them cuddling and comforting each other. Alex was even stroking Bella's hair in the same way Jordan was stroking Trish's. Comparing the way Alex was with Bella to the way Jordan was with Trish made her stomach churn with conflict, so Trish moved her gaze away. That left her looking at Cora and Trace, whose attention kept turning to Bella and Alex, contemplating.

The room slowly filled up with the Wolf's soldiers and Jordan picked Trish up to settle her on his lap. He continued to play with her hair, one hand massaging her leg as he often did. She tensed, waiting for his hand to wander, but it didn't. In fact, his touch almost felt distracted.

Lifting her head slightly to see where he was looking, Trish caught sight of Marek and Laura. Laura was sitting next to Marek pouting, and Marek was looking at Jordan. They seemed to be having some kind of silent communication, and then Jordan nodded, which made Trish tense up. What had just passed between them?

"Don't worry, baby girl," Jordan murmured in her ear, his hand stroking her thigh soothingly. "We're going to spend some time with Marek and Laura once we're dismissed, that's all. You'll enjoy it."

A slow fizz of arousal spread through her, making Trish blush. Yes, she'd enjoyed watching and being watched by Marek and Laura. She didn't want to admit it though and she wasn't happy her body became aroused at just the thought of doing something similar again.

Fortunately she didn't have to answer, because the noise in the room suddenly died down as if there had been an invisible signal, and the Wolf stood up. He informed the gathered soldiers that the raid had been successful and the drug acquired, which meant they were one step closer to victory. Trish couldn't help but wonder if everyone knew what the plan was except her, Bella, and Alex, or if everyone else in the room just trusted the Wolf enough that if he said they were one step closer to victory than they automatically cheered.

The Wolf thanked Cora, Trace, and her soldiers for their hard work and help and promised they'd be well rewarded. Then he turned to Cora and asked what she'd like for a reward. Cora's eyes skipped over to Trish, but only for a moment as Jordan's arms tightened around Trish and she could practically feel his glare, before she looked down at Alex and Bella where they were seated on the other side of the dais.

"Did you have a particular choice in mind? asked the Wolf as Alex shifted slightly in front of Bella, obviously trying to protect her. "I do believe Toy wants to play."

"Toy was quite a bit of fun," Cora started to say, just as Alex picked up a cushion and hurled it at the Wolf and Cora, obviously intending to provoke them into reacting, trying to protect Bella, whom Cora's attention had focused on.

Trish felt the rumble of Jordan's chuckle. "He's going to regret that."

Jordan's tone of voice invited her to join in his amusement, and Trish found herself almost smiling. Because Alex had just set himself up. Not that she thought he'd deserve whatever Cora did to him as punishment but... he had to have known what he was getting himself into, and the action had just been so very Alex. But she shouldn't be smiling about rape or erotic torture.

As Cora and the Wolf left with Alex, Trace headed down into the mass of celebrating men and women, and two women immediately converged on him.

Picking Trish up off his lap, Jordan stood and turned towards the soldiers who were flanking Bella. The other woman knelt on the cushions, watching Alex leave with the Wolf and Cora with haunted eyes.

"Take her back to her room," Jordan directed the soldiers, taking Trish's hand. "Give her some of the healing cream, she probably needs it."

Which only made Trish ache more as she wondered exactly what had been done to Bella... what punishment she'd endured. Bella looked relieved, but also ashamed and guilty, her head constantly turning as if trying to catch one final glimpse of Alex.

Then Jordan was pulling Trish away, obviously already dismissing Bella in his mind. "Come, little one. We have a date with Marek and Laura."

As she followed along behind him, Trish could feel the folds of her pussy beginning to slick in anticipation, rubbing together between her legs as she walked.

******

"Thank you for joining us," Marek said in his deep voice, which sounded incredibly ominous and did nothing to soothe Trish's nerves - which desperately needed soothing. When she and Jordan had arrived at the apartment, Marek had opened the door for them and Trish had been shocked to see Laura bent over and tied down to some kind of frame that secured her wrists, ankles, and body, while lifting her ass high in the air. It was well padded, but Trish didn't think it could possibly be truly comfortable.

Especially since Laura had a gag in her mouth, clamps hanging from her nipples, and what looked like a clamp on her clit as well. Trish had been struck dumb as she'd taken in the erotic and disturbing sight. She'd had to press her thighs together at seeing her friend so blatantly displayed, her pussy glossy with arousal even when she was bent over, displayed, and had clamps squeezing all her sensitive bits.

Almost dazed, Trish had allowed herself to be led over to the couch where Jordan had pulled her onto his lap, his hand already sliding up her inner thigh towards her pussy. She'd squeaked and tried to grasp his wrist, only to have her nipple pinched harshly until she pulled her hands away from him and ceased trying to stop him. Which was when Marek had begun speaking.

"Laura's been very naughty," Marek said as he walked over to a table where an array of implements was laid out. He picked up a long, well-worn leather strap, about three inches wide, and folded it in half.

"Please," Trish whispered to Jordan, squirming on his lap even as his fingers began to stroke her folds. She twisted her upper body around to look at Jordan. "Please, I don't want to watch."

Jordan's fingers slid through her slippery folds. "I think that you do, baby girl. You might wish you didn't, but you're already turned on just from seeing your friend like this."