"We should be getting the first batch of Moon refugees tomorrow," Marek said. "All from Trish's old orphanage. Seems they immediately believed the message she went, which is good for all of them and the kids."
"Good, then she will have plenty to do," Jordan replied, grinning widely.
The woman in question made a soft moaning noise as he continued to move his cock in and out of her ass at a leisurely pace. Marek had raised the conference table up so it was the perfect height for him and Jordan to sodomize their ladies side by side. Laura and Trish were holding hands as they whimpered and squirmed, their legs dangling down. Neither of them were tall enough to have more than toes touching the floor in their current position, which meant they were completely helpless and pinned between the thrusting cocks and the curved edge of the table.
Halfway through the meeting, Marek had decided Laura looked too hot to resist and Jordan had not been at all adverse to changing up the seating arrangements. Although, he couldn't really call it a seating arrangement anymore. Not when he was standing and Trish was bent at a ninety degree angle, her tight, little hole full of his cock, and Marek and Laura were in the exact same position.
He worked his cock in and out, enjoying the hot, tight clasp of her ass and her tiny whimpers. It wasn't like she was unused to taking his cock up her backside, but he usually didn't take his time the way he was now. It was obviously not entirely comfortable while simultaneously being quite pleasurable and every little whimper he wrung from her throat made his cock even harder.
Fucking Trish's hot little ass while talking over mundane matters with Marek was strangely enjoyable. Not that fucking her ass wasn't always enjoyable, but he hadn't thought he'd actually like being a little distracted from her.
And he could watch Marek's cock sliding in and out of Laura, while Marek watched him and Trish, and both of them could appreciate the women's hot, gripping holes while still getting work done. Not very much work, but they had the time.
******
Trish was thrilled to hear that the orphanage had actually received - and listened - to her message. So far they weren't sure if any of her messages had gone through the Alex and Bella, who had both spoken on the vids about her, obviously worried. No one was sure if they remembered that Trish had chosen to stay on Earth.
Right now she was having trouble concentrating on any of that, though, because of the smooth, aching glide of Jordan's cock in and out of her ass. She gripped Laura's hand tightly, both of them caught up in the hot pleasure as well as the slightly aching burn of discomfort. Normally anal sex was a little uncomfortable anyway, but the burning stretch of her less used hole added to the pleasure she felt. Now, with the long, slow ride Jordan was taking, her narrow passage was feeling a bit raw, as though it was becoming more sensitive with every deliberately lingering thrust of his cock.
This wasn't exactly how she'd imagined working for Marek.
But she couldn't deny she was incredibly turned on.
Having Jordan using her ass for his pleasure, his hands gripping her hips, and her inability to even thrust her hips up at him because her toes were barely brushing the floor, had her pussy creaming. Her nipples felt ready to drill holes into the wooden table beneath her.
"What do you think Trish? Are we ready to greet our newest citizens?"
"Yes," she said, gasping the word out as her anus spasmed around Jordan's cock. Her pussy quivered emptily, aching with envy despite the discomfort. "Do we really have to talk about this now?" Her voice came out as a whine.
SMACK!
She moaned as her ass tightened again, right as he thrust inward, intensifying the sensation of his cock's friction against her sensitive nerves, her ass cheek stinging where he'd spanked her. Beside them, Marek chuckled and Laura's hand gripped Trish's a little tighter.
"I agree with Trish," Laura said, and then gasped as Marek thrust into her tight ass particularly hard. "It's a little hard to concentrate like this."
Chuckling, both of the men ignored the ladies' requests and continued with the steady rhythm of thrusts in and out of their tight holes, making both women gasp and writhe in between snippets of conversation. Finally, Jordan's pace began to pick up and Trish moaned as he started moving harder, faster, her toes curling so they weren't even touching the floor as the steady stream of pleasure began to increase.
Now the men weren't up for talking either, as both women let out little cries of discomfort and passion as the men roughly reamed their rear entries, side by side in erotic juxtaposition.
Hot ecstasy bubbled up inside of her, like a wave which had been held back and was now being released to cascade through her body. The intensity of the sensation had tears sliding down her cheeks and onto the table as she clenched and writhed on Jordan's ravaging cock.
At nearly the same time, the men let out loud groans of their own pleasure, and Trish sobbed out her high passion as her bowels were flooded with Jordan's cum.
******
The orphanage's new building on Earth was admittedly not as nice as the house Trish and Jordan now lived in, but she also knew it was quite a bit nicer than the accommodations the Moon had provided. For one, there was a yard with a playground, which the children could run around in and enough rooms that they only had to share with one other child.
They'd only arrived a few hours ago and the kids were already adjusting; it was the adults who were more nervous and that was Trish's job. She calmed them, explained to them that everyone in the district had been informed they were NOT to bother any of the new arrivals - as long as they stayed in the district they would remain unmolested. Cora and Trace had reinforced Marek's decisions with their own voices - for now, the Earthers were to leave the Moonies completely alone. If they wanted to make their acquaintance, they could approach and do so, but under no circumstances was anyone to engage in the 'Taking' practice commonly used on Earth.
The Earthers had snorted at the idea that they'd even want to take any of the newly arrived Moonies, so they'd agreed quickly enough.
Trish had to admit, it probably was unlikely with all the biases both sides had about each other, but she wasn't taking any chances. Especially since the kids needed the adults they'd traveled with and the orphanage workers weren't the usual run of Moonies either. Most of them didn't fit the pampered, corrupt, and self-involved perception the Earthers had of Moonies.
The first week or so the Moonies and Earthers eyed each other rather warily, the Moonies mostly staying at the orphanage, but some interaction had to happen and both sides started to relax.
By the second week, the Moonies at the orphanage were blending in nicely with the Earthers and were there to help with the next small wave of Moonies arriving - mostly family members and friends of the orphanage workers and people they'd warned. Things were growing more unsettled on the Moon and some of them were heeding the warnings, getting out while the could.
Which kept Trish and Jordan both busy in their own respective areas, which was an adjustment. He didn't like to be separated from her, but occasionally it was necessary. Trish always knew any day when they had to work apart for a while, she could expect to be greeted with a hard kiss, his hands all over her body as he checked her over, and then usually to be dragged into a vacant room for a quick, possessive fuck.
Well, into a vacant area unless Laura and or Marek were the only other ones nearby. If it was just them, Jordan would usually fuck her then and there.
When they were together he always had his hands on her, which wasn't very different from before, except that now she was occasionally treated to some of the Moonies' expressions of surprise when they saw her with him. They seemed to be adjusting to the rather graphic sexuality that could be found in Marek's main headquarters though; one of the Moonie men running the orphanage had even found himself being rather aggressively propositioned by one of the Earther women. She didn't kidnap him, but she did keep dragging him off and seducing him. The other Moonies seemed torn between being appalled or amused - and some were both. Trish had checked in with him and reassured herself that he was perfectly happy with the situation.
He was.
In fact, not long after that, Trish saw HIM dragging HER behind one of the buildings and pushing her up against the wall for a hard kiss and... other things.
People were adjusting. Maybe some of them a little too well.
******
Several months later the situation on the Moon had gotten completely out of hand. People were leaving in droves, others were staying and fighting, and the stories people were telling as they arrived on earth were getting worse and worse. It would have taken the hardest heart in the world not to have some pity for the broken, terrified Moonies as they came in. Most of them were pathetically grateful for any assistance they could get - and the few who weren't quickly shut up when they realized no one cared about their former position on the Moon and they were only hurting themselves by making ridiculous or unreasonable demands.
There was still plenty of fighting happening up on the Moon though, as angry citizens had begun to revolt against their leaders as it became more and more obvious that Alex and Bella were telling the truth. Even in Rio, Jordan knew the Wolf was becoming more and more anxious as the danger escalated. Something about the pair had gotten to the Wolf; he was more attached to them than any of the others he'd ever taken. Not quite the same way Jordan was with Trish, but he definitely cared what happened to them and didn't want them to be hurt - especially since he'd been the one to send them back to the Moon with all the relevant information to cause the current revolt. Cora and Trace were getting closer to finishing their work for the shuttles, but they weren't quite done yet.
Still, Jordan wasn't too surprised when he got the call from the Wolf.
The man's hair had more grey at the temples than before, his face a little more lined, eyes a little harder. Even on a vid screen, he had a powerful presence.
As usual, the Wolf didn't bother with an actual greeting.
"We're sending a rescue mission tomorrow. Tell your girl to send her messages."
There had been a few holdouts on the Moon from some of the refugees' families and friends; Jordan understood immediately that this might be their last chance to get them out in one piece. Getting the Moonies' messages and sending them fell under the purview of Trish's job.
"Thank you, Sir. Do you want me to go up with them?" A small surge of adrenaline pumped through him in anticipation. While he enjoyed the more sedate life of Rio, especially with his little girl to torment and pleasure, the idea of getting back into some possible action for a day did sound fun.
"Zadia will be going, but if you want to go, I'm not sure if it will help or hinder to see a familiar face."
"It might help if I bring Trish. They've been trying to find out what happened to her and she'll be able to reassure them." Plus it would mean he wouldn't have to leave her behind.
He hated it when she was out of his sight and he wasn't sure what was going on with her. If she was safe. If she was well. Even a few hours at a time was frustrating. In some ways it had been easier at the compound when he could leave her in their room, knowing she was secure. Now she was often out and about with other people and he couldn't always be by her side.
