Jordan shrugged. “They have a few allies with fewer resources down here. But the ones they’d need to talk to all bargain through the Wolf rather than dealing with the Moon people directly.”
He turned, leading her toward the cafeteria rather than their room, which was a relief. Trish wanted to ask more questions. Jordan never got mad at her for asking questions, but, sometimes when they were alone, he’d decide he’d had enough questions and it was time for what he wanted to do.
“Why don’t any of the previous victims tell on them?”
“Their government drugs them as soon as we return them; erases all their memories. Or at least, enough of their memories that they don’t remember the officials’ visit.”
All the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place, the fragments of conversation and snippets of information coming together to create a whole. The Moon’s population relied on the Earth—more specifically, the Wolf—for all the things it needed but claimed it produced for itself. In return, they left the Earth pretty much alone. Trish wouldn’t have been surprised if the diseases and violence that had swept across the world after the rich and powerful had moved to the Moon had been seen as beneficial for the Moonies—at least until the crime lords had begun to consolidate power and work together. Now the people of the Moon were at the mercy of the Wolf for the very things they needed to survive. More than that, the careers of the top officials were at the mercy of the Wolf, as well.
The government couldn’t kill the hostages—not when their plights were so well registered—but they could wipe their memories. Keep them from talking about anything they’d learned concerning their leaders’ involvement with the Wolf. Leave them floundering, without their memories, all so those with power could keep it.
She still had a few questions, though.
“Why is the Wolf trying to create a drug to counteract the Moon’s memory drugs?”
“Because we’re almost done needing them.” Satisfaction colored Jordan’s voice. “Cora and Trace have been working on creating spacecrafts that can take us well beyond the Moon, to some galaxies we’ve identified as having livable planets. We won’t have to placate them anymore, we’ve gotten almost all the information and research they have that we don’t, and we can be done with them. The Wolf thinks the Moon population deserves a chance to know the truth and be a part of what we’re doing.”
“You don’t?” Something about the way he’d said it made it sound like he didn’t.
Jordan shrugged. “Some things will be easier with the technology the Moon has, and with some of the more brilliant minds, but they’re not necessary. I’m not against giving them a chance anymore, though.”
“Why not?”
He shrugged again as they entered the kitchens, and the workers looked up to say hello. Trish’s opportunity to ask questions was over. As always, Trix and Chevie greeted her happily as they served her, and everyone chattered about the Moon officials’ visit. From listening in, Trish discovered Jordan had told her a lot more about what was going on than the average person within the compound knew. They had a general idea, but they didn’t know specifics or what the Wolf’s endgame was.
Why would Jordan tell her? Was it another test? Did he just not care if she knew?
Or did he actually trust her?
12
“No, no, no, pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaase!” Trish wailed as another orgasm ripped through her.
It was the fifth climax in a row she’d had in the past hour. Her body was swollen, throbbing all over, and tears slid from her eyes at the overstimulation. Beside her on the bed, wrists also bound and attached to the headboard, Laura writhed, her pleas having given way to her cries of pained pleasure.
Both women had their ankles forcibly spread by and cuffed to bars, and a smugly chuckling man kneeling between their thighs. Trish didn’t know what had given Marek and Jordan the idea to see which of them could wring the most orgasms from their woman, but she did know she didn’t like this game. Her poor clit felt as though it were swollen to three times its normal size, and her stomach muscles hurt from all the clenching of her lower body.
Sliding his fingers from her throbbing pussy, Jordan pushed them into his mouth and cleaned off the juices as Trish let out a shuddering breath, her body slumping against the bed. He tilted his head to the side and fisted his cock with his free hand while he looked down at her.
Sweat glistened on Trish’s skin as she panted for breath, her leg muscles quivering as she instinctively tried to close them again and protect her poor pussy from any more of his insistent stimulation.
When Jordan had said they were going over to Marek and Laura’s to play games, this was not what she’d expected.
Then again, she hadn’t known what to expect.
“I think our girls might be just about orgasmed out.” Jordan’s voice lilted with amusement.
“Oh, surely not.” Marek stroked his finger down Laura’s stomach and made her whimper. Trish turned her head to see her friend shivering as Marek’s finger slid over her mound and dipped into her pussy. The sight was arousing, but Trish didn’t want to be aroused anymore. What she wanted was to be able to close her legs.
And sleep.
Sleep sounded amazing.
Marek cocked his head at Laura’s subdued moan. “I’m pretty sure I can get at least one more out of my pretty girl here, with a little help.”
Jordan leaned over and kissed Trish’s softening nipple, suckling it back to hardness as she whimpered and squirmed under his ministrations. He let her nipple go with a loud pop. “One more, babygirl—you can do that for me, can’t you?”
“Noooo, please, no more,” Trish begged, more tears sparking in her eyes. She wasn’t sure she could take it anymore. Her body felt overworked, overused, and like all the energy had been sucked out of her. Even the idea of another orgasm made her want to run far, far away. Although she’d known too much pleasure could become painful, Trish hadn’t realized how wiped out multiple orgasms could make her feel. Beside her, Laura begged too, her high voice joining in Trish’s pleas, which onlyspurred the two men on as identical, sadistic smiles spread across their faces.
