The black man stood up.
"Get up. Go stand behind your friend," he commanded. "I want you to slowly peel her suit down."
"Please..." Stephanie began to plead. She clammed up right away when she glanced towards the knife wielding man.
"I'm sorry Cindy," she mouthed.
Cindy dropped her eyes, her knees knocked in fear. She was going to be stripped, and before all these men. Her chest rose and fell from her labored breathing. Stephanie's fingers began to fiddle with the tie of her suit. She felt the material loosen and begin to slip down her white shoulders. The tight black suit quickly dropped to her waist, allowing the released breasts to bounce free.
"Nice," a man remarked.
"The rest," the black man nodded.
After a few short tugs cold air hit Cindy's flesh, and her suit fell to the floor. Her hands reflexively flew up to her crotch.
"Take her hands and hold them behind her back," the black man instructed Stephanie.
With her wispy, natural blonde bush exposed Cindy blushed in shame. The man's next comment shamed her even more.
"Spread your legs."
Cindy slightly shifted her feet apart.
"More.... More," he continued.
Cindy found that she had to lean against Stephanie for support with her legs spread so wide.
The black man stepped up to the stage, bringing a chair with him. He set the chair down, then stepped to Cindy. Looking straight into Cindy's tear filled green eyes he addressed Stephanie, "Reach around and spread open her cunt."
Cindy had a wonderful, pouty bottom lip. It began to quiver as she sobbed. The man just smiled, feeling his dick harden. Stephanie's fingers touched Cindy's nether lips and began to part them. While still staring into Cindy's embarrassed face, he slipped his fingers into her sex, brushing her clit, and pushing one into her hole. She was dry and the rough finger made her jump.
"You're a whore, aren't you Slut?"
"N....no," she whimpered.
His cruel finger dug deeper into her cunt, curling and feeling for her G-spot. He pressed and observed the slight change to her expression.
"Yes, you're a whore. I'll show you." He removed the finger, inhaled it's aroma, then pushed it into Stephanie's lips. "Clean it," he ordered. Once he was satisfied with Stephanie's job on his finger he turned and sat on the chair. "On your knees and crawl over here, whore," he told Cindy.
She glanced around for a few seconds, hoping for someone to come forward and stop the nightmare. No one did, so she obediently took to her knees. Her flip-flops fell off as she crawled on hands and knees to the black man's chair. The soft cheeks of her ass seductively swayed with her movement. Stephanie stood, nervously fidgeting her hands, feeling sorry for her close friend.
"Now, undo my pants and release my cock," he instructed.
Cindy's shaking fingers hastily fished out the black snake. It was larger than anything she had seen before. The thick mushroom head bobbed towards her lips.
"Lean over and rub it between your breasts."
Cindy had to lift her breasts aside to make room for the swollen shaft. It's dark flesh stood out in contrast to her own white skin. Leaning forward and back Cindy worked the meat between her full breasts. She had NEVER done this before! Upon each upward thrust the rod grew in length and edged closer to her plump bottom lip. The thin fluid that seeped from it's tip began to wet her chest, rolling down into her cleavage to east it's passage.
Stephanie stood in awe of her friend. Her own breasts, while firm and hard, were much too small to accomplish such a task. The man's dick was massive, yet seemed to glide smoothly between the globes.
On one upward stroke he snatched Cindy's hair in his hands and pulled her reluctant lips to his cock. "Mmm," he groaned, forcing the tip into her warm mouth. "Suck it, Whore. Each time it touches your lips I want you to suck the dew from it's head."
Cindy obeyed, allowing the mead to fill her mouth, deeper with each new stroke. It's tangy flavor tarnished her tongue.
The other men had seen enough. They wanted more. The one that drove the taxi and another stepped to the stage. From the stage corner a rope was thrown to the men. Stephanie screamed when she saw the rope dangling from the man's hand. One pushed her back against the pole while the other grabbed her wrists and began binding them, over her head, with the rope. From behind one wrapped his arms around her belly and held her tight to the pole. The other tossed one end of the rope up and over a ceiling beam. With a quick yank Stephanie's arms were jerked up. He threw the rope to two other men off stage. They tugged the rope, drawing Stephanie's arms and body towards the ceiling. She groaned, her arms beginning to feel the weight of her body. Her toes barely touched the ground when the rope was finally tied off.
Cindy heard the scream and looked over towards her friend.
