My Turn

Fox's words pinged through Ander's brain, but he couldn't make sense of them. His brain felt fuzzy, hazy as if all his ability to think had been sucked right out of his cock along with his cum. Ella's orgasm had ripped the shreds of his self-control away, a battle he'd already been losing thanks to how hot and wet she'd been. But he didn't blame her, she couldn't help her body's response any more than he could help his - and in some ways, it made him feel slightly less guilty that she'd been aroused and that he'd managed to make her enjoy the sex, despite the less-than-ideal circumstances.

But what did Fox mean it was his turn?

Ander struggled to push himself upright, ready to defend Ella. Even though it was stupid, he somehow felt betrayed that Fox was going to rape her after allowing her to choose between them.

A heavy hand pushed him back down and Ella let out a small cry as his weight came down hard on top of her, her body bending in half again. Goddamn, she was flexible. All of the families that lived on the Lunar Station participated in calisthenics and aerobics to keep themselves fit, even with the artificial gravity, but some were more dedicated to the exercise program than others. Ella's limberness wasn't entirely unexpected, but it did add a certain eroticism to her that he'd been unaware of before.

Growling behind his gag, Ander tried to push himself back off of her, but he had gravity working against him and his arms were tangled in her long legs. The pressure on his back moved, and suddenly he was aware of two men on either side of him, both holding him down on top of Ella. His cock was still lodged inside of her, slowly shrinking but quite firmly planted. The weight of his body and the men pressing down on her seemed to do something pleasurable to her because she gasped and her pussy tightened around him again. It was almost too much for the sensitive surface of his cock and he felt himself jerk inside of her as he spasmed.

Behind him, Fox chuckled. "Ah... Toy... I'll be interested to see how you enjoy this."

Something slick and hard pressed against Ander's anus and he howled with sudden understanding. The Lunar Station families didn't mind experimentation as long as there was at least one child in each family who would create a new generation; back when he'd first been declared an adult, Ander had experimented with some of his male friends. He'd ended up deciding that it wasn't for him, he preferred the soft curves of women, their musky scents, and slick pussies. And while he'd enjoyed anal sex when it was his cock doing the breaching, he'd found that he hadn't enjoyed receiving nearly as much. In fact, he'd only tried it a couple of times before ending his experimentation - and that had been years ago.

Feeling Fox's finger burrowing into him, stretching that nearly-virgin orifice, Ander began to struggle in earnest. It was only the squeaking cries from Ella that caused him to freeze again, as he realized that his struggles were hurting her.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered, looking up at him with tear-filled brown eyes. Ander knew that she'd realized what must be happening. "I'm so sorry..."

He wanted to tell her that it wasn't her fault, he didn't blame her. How could he? What was she supposed to have done; chose Fox to rape her? It wasn't like either of them could have predicted the outcome.

But he couldn't help trying to squirm away, trying to push up, as Fox's finger was buried inside of him. Ander groaned as the intruder probed and twisted, greasing up his channel with lubrication. The stroking tip found a spot inside of him that made his body clench, blood surging to his dick in response.

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

Gritting his teeth against the rubbery gag, Ander shook his head. Maybe he couldn't fight back, maybe he couldn't even run away, but he'd be damned if he enjoyed this.

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

Unable to look at her any longer, to see the guilt and pity in her eyes - especially when his guilt was nearly suffocating him now - Ander buried his face into her shoulder as Fox pulled his finger out and then came burrowing back, this time with two fingers to stretch Ander's sphincter. The worst part was that it didn't entirely hurt; it burned slightly as his muscle stretched and spasmed, but Fox's questing fingers also pressed against his prostate as they plunged in, and Ander felt his cock stiffen slightly in the hot grasp of Ella's pussy.

The fingers twisted, plunging back and forth, and causing him to writhe uncontrollably against Ella's softness, doing his best to keep still if only to keep from hurting her further. They were trapped together, their bodies still interconnected, while Fox tormented them.

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Was this her fault? If she hadn't chosen Ander earlier, would he be suffering like this now?

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

Although she couldn't tell exactly what Fox was doing to him, she had a very good idea. Same-sex experimentation was not unknown to her, although she'd never done it herself, so she knew what Fox must be preparing him for. And she also knew, from Ander's struggles, that he wasn't enjoying it.

The very idea of anal sex had always horrified her. It seemed so dirty and undignified. With Ander's big body on top of her, his broad shoulders blocking out her vision now that his weight was on her, she couldn't see Fox at all, but it was obvious he didn't feel the same way as her.

Ander shifted on top of her again and it was all she could do not to moan. His pelvis was pressed against her splayed pussy lips, his pubic bone still grinding against her clit every time he moved, and that whole area was super sensitive after her shameful orgasm. Thankfully she was 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 Ander's body rubbed against hers.

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

The sudden pressure deep within her made Ella realize that Ander's cock was growing inside of her, hardening and pushing its length back into the depths of her pussy.

"Oh!" She writhed beneath him again, her pussy tightening around the hardening shaft.

Was Ander aroused by what Fox was doing? And was he enjoying it, or was it the same as when her body responded without her mind's consent? Ella didn't doubt that Fox was a master at eliciting the physical responses he desired.

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

Something bounced on the bed beside them and Ella looked over, gasping when she saw Emilia’s face only a foot away from hers. The young blonde was bent over the bed, her wrists still tied behind her back, and Jackson was standing behind her, fisting a huge, angry-looking red cock. Seeing Ella watching him, he winked at her and then positioned himself.

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

To Ella's horror, as before, Emilia’s ravishing made her pussy spasm in sympathetic response, bringing her unwanted pleasure.