Jen's road to a black awakening continues...with a revelation.
"This cannot be happening!" Struggling in her chair had not succeeded in anything but almost tipping the chair over. With her legs tied to the legs of the chair, her waist tied to the back and her hands tied behind the back, falling over was not a situation she wanted to put herself in. Realizing that at the moment she had no option, other than to sit still for now, Jen decided to take stock of the situation with her friend.
She looked up just in time to see the large head slide from Melanie's lips, accompanied by a soft popping sound. Her eye makeup was a smeared mess with black tears running in multiple paths down her cheeks. Her hair, a sweat laden mop of dark red was plastered to her forehead, neck and cheeks. The same cheeks that were flushed and dotted with round red marks left by that assholes fingers gripping her face. She was still coughing and gagging a little with her head angled down-ward, cum/saliva mixture still dribbling from her lips.
"Oh my god...Melanie...are you ok?" Jen asked in a kinda-sorta loud whisper. Jen did not get an answer from Melanie; she did however get a chuckle from "the asshole". He had moved over to a counter off to the side. She looked up at him and he just smiled and pulled another "cigar" from a box on the counter and lit it. He just stood there, taking slow puffs and staring at her.
"What is he waiting for, why is he just standing there staring" she thought. She was determined to show she was not afraid of him, so she met his stare with one of her own. He only smiled and puffed.
Just on the lower edge of her vision she could make out movement. It didn't make sense at first because he was standing perfectly still. It registered a few seconds later..."that's his cock bouncing around" she thought to herself. She wanted to look, but she also realized the game he was playing. He wanted her to look, to break her defiant eye contact. She was afraid if she did, she would not be able to take her eyes off it, and he would "win". Bounce...bounce...bounce...Puff...bounce...bounce...bounce...puff, all the while staring at her, smiling.
"I will just take a quick look" Jen thought. Her husband had never made his dick bounce, twitch or anything else of the sort and she really wanted to see if that was what was really going on. "Maybe his other hand is down there making it move" she thought. Her next thought, "Yea that's what's going on...it's not moving by itself" was immediately followed by him picking up a glass of liquor...with his other hand. Still the movement down there continued. She had to know, with her resolve weakening, she finally gave in and dropped her eyes to his cock.
Sure enough, the damn thing was pointed right at her and bouncing up and down. It looked like a scene out of some twisted 3d video of a one-eyed snake. She could see the shaft going back to his body but only the plum sized head and the flaring hole was in focus. She tried to look away but couldn't, it bounced, it swayed and every so often the head would flex making it bigger for just a second.
Time seemed to stop, it was just her and the swaying, bouncing one-eyed head. Unconsciously she licked her dry lips and after a few minutes finally blinked. Her thighs muscles were flexing and the air seemed to be getting awful hot. Jen squirmed in her chair, which rubbed her clit against her soaked thong, sending tiny lightning bolts to her very core. Never in her life had she even heard of such, or even seen anything like what she was staring at. It seemed as if it had a life of its own, and it was staring at her...staring...
"STARING!" her mind screamed. The spell broken, she looked up into the face of the asshole with his ear to ear grin plastered on his face. "Ahh crap" she thought. He didn't gloat, just finished his "cigar" and his drink and headed toward the table where Melanie lay.
As she followed him with her eyes, Melanie came into view. Jen noticed that she had not raised her head, but she was not coughing anymore and her breathing had returned to a reasonably normal rythm, so Jen took that has a good sign. The asshole was moving around to the other end of the table though and that didn't bode well for Melanie. Jen watched him move along the far edge of the table, he was taking in every inch of Melanie's prone body.
"Body" was an understatement; Melanie was built like the proverbial porn star. She was by no means fat, she was just plain thick in all the right places. Jen could see her tits bulging out against the table, a slightly smaller waist and wide hips. "And I thought my ass was big...hers puts mine to shame." thought Jen. Even in the poor lighting, Jen could tell Melanie's body was in pretty good shape. Jen's assessment of Melanie's body was confirmed when the asshole slapped her ass cheek hard and palmed it. An ass cheek that didn't wobble around like jello, instead it just absorbed the hit and molded to his palm.
"Now that what I'm talkin bout...that's some prime grade A ass right there, yes indeed!"
"She's not just a piece of meat you know." Snaps jen with all the contempt she can muster.
"Your absolutely right, she is not just a piece of meat...she's MY piece of meat." he says with a grin. "Now if you don't mind, I have some unfinished business to take care of. Just sit tight and enjoy the show."
Melanie seemed resigned to her fate, she didn't struggle, while he was working her ass over with both his hands now. Squeezing the cheeks, spreading them open and peering down into her crack and pushing them together again. As a matter of fact Jen thought she saw her hips ever-so-slightly pushing back against his hands.
"It's the poor light" she thought. "No way would she willingly participate in such callous treatment". She felt she was responsible for the entire situation and thought she should apologize before... well, She couldn't finish that thought. "Melanie.....Melanie look at me". Melanie's head tilted to the side so that she was looking Jen's way. "This is all my fault...I'm so sorry, please, please forgive me" Jen begged.
"It's ok." Melanie replies witha slight slur.
Jen noticed that her friend was biting her lower lip, and her eyes had a far away glazed look to them. It seemed to Jen that Melanie was looking thru her, not at her. "Maybe she's in shock or something" thought Jen. "Or maybe she's drugged".
When Melanie's face scrunched up a little, Jen snapped her gaze back to the asshole. He was still holding one cheek, but he was in the process of pushing his middle finger from the other hand into Melanie's ass crack. She guessed it was going into Melanie's pussy, but she could not be sure.
"Please don't do this..." Jen pleaded. The asshole's only response was to look directly into Jen's eyes, pull his finger from "his" prime grade A ass and put it close to his nose. Jen watched him sniff his finger, a glisteningly wet finger.
"Love the smell of a sweet pussy. And this bitch right here as a damn sweet one..you hear me..um um ummph". The last part muffled because he was sucking the juice off said finger. " And taste sweet too...a two-fer" he says laughingly.
Jen watched as he climbed up on the table and positioned himself by pushing Melanie's legs together, and putting his knees on the outside of her legs and resting his cock on the crack of Melanie's ass. Jen stared at the sight before her, his cock looked like a giant black hotdog on a golden bun. She couldn't imagine her pussy being able to take even half of that...big...thick...
"God it's getting hot in here." She muttered to herself. She wondered how any normal pussy could take that monster; it reached to the lowest most part of her friends back. Once again she found herself using the word impossible. In the last hour though, several things she'd thought impossible had been proven to be indeed possible. One such thing being her pussy and clit's insistence on going against her brain, despite rational thought that this was all wrong. Her pussy was a pit of molten lava and her clit was so distended it was rubbing against her thong, which only incited her over-heated pussy to over-ride more and more of her brains control of her body. She tried to regain some measure of control by reminding herself she was married, that this was all so wrong. Being forced to watch a rape was wrong. Being tied to a chair was wrong. It wasn't working, her nipples had joined in on the coup d'état...the traitors...
It was dancing again, which derailed her train of thought. She looked up, and of course he had noticed her staring at his cock and had flexed it just to break her trance.
"Please let us go...Please don't do this." Jen pleaded, once again.
"Oh damn thats one pretty ass. I think it needs a lil' somethin though." he says, completely ignoring the plea. With a smile and a wink he produced a small bottle of baby oil from the far side of Melanie's body. He dripped several drops around the golden globe and up and down his cock and began massaging the perfectly smooth globes while sliding his cock back and forth through them.
"Oh god", she thought, "this is it...he is going to put that monster in her". She watched him knead Melanie's ass cheeks, pulling them apart and pushing them against his cock when it sank as far down in her crack as it would go. On each in stroke the head and an inch or so of cock would emerge from the cheeks and the head would flare out like it was taking a deep breath just before it was about to dive into the pussy below it.
Jen broke her gaze from the flaring head and looked at Melanie's face. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted slightly, the tip of her tongue barely visible. Her cheeks were flushed again, and sweat beaded her forehead. Jen felt sorry for her friend, despite the depravity of the situation, it would appear Jen's body was not the only one experiencing a coup d'état. Except it appeared the four traitors in Melanie's body had already usurped power.
The fight for control was slowly tipping in favor of her own body's traitors as well, though she stubbornly refused to admit any loss of control. The rational side kept reminding her that she was married to a good man ...Michael...god she almost couldn't think of his name. On the other hand, her pussy was in full blown lust. The combination of wine, contact high, what was happening in front of her and a lack of sex for the past couple weeks had combined to form the perfect storm.
She looked down at her ring..."I'm married...to a loving husband..." she whispered. Melanie's sharp intake of breath pulled Jen back to her surroundings. She immediately looked to see what he was doing to her friend. He had those round globes spread apart and was using his thumbs to guide his plum-sized cock head downward.
"You ready for this cock?" he asks. When Melanie did not answer, he released one cheek and smacked her across it and repeated his question. "I SAID, ARE YOU READY FOR THIS COCK!"
