Chapter 28 - Pride goeth before Destruction
Somewhere over the Pacific - 10:30 am
The whine of jet engines resonating in her head was the first sensation Charlene felt as the black bag of unconsciousness was finally lifted from around her head. The vibration of the engines gave her the same sensation as hearing nails on a chalkboard or rubbing a stainless steel fork on her teeth. It was back arching, toe curling, and gave her the feeling of wanting to puke. She felt as if her skull were pressed directly against the exterior engine casing, and her stomach felt like it wanted to drop out of her vagina and explode!
Her vision was blurry, blinking her eyes to clear them was accompanied by piercing pain that felt like ice picks being driven through both her eyes and straight into her skull, and closing them did very little to blockout the throbbing headache that threatened to split her skull in half.
Her mouth was so dry. She tried to swallow but she found it difficult because of the collar pressing against her throat.
It was hard to breathe. All she wanted was to take a deep breath of air, but everytime she tried it felt like a vise was squeezing her chest and breasts until they were ready to pop.
She could feel her breasts swinging pendulously from her chest, God they had grown so much. They were so much heavier than they were when she was pregnant with Heather, of course she had been a 36B and after giving birth to Heather she was a 36F and then they shrank back down and settled at perky 36Ds. It was different this time, with Heather her breasts had grown in her last two months of pregnancy. This time she had been trying to put on weight in her breasts before she knew she was pregnant and now they had grown to 36Gs and she was barely two months along!
'God! The straps of the harness around her chest, hips and thighs felt like they were cutting into her skin!' That was another anomaly, she was already showing her pregnancy in the belly. That hadn't happened with Heather. No one could even tell she was pregnant until she was five months along with her, but this time her belly was already bulging out a little and her once twenty-eight inch waist in February was now thirty-four inches!
As her eyes cleared so did her brain, her headache receding a little, and as it left her everything she heard and felt began to sharpen and make sense. Her head was hanging limp and she was looking through her long jet black hair at a small circle of neutral colored carpeting that kept moving back and forth. She felt something collide with the bottom of her ass cheeks and a thick cock penetrating her vagina and she realized the floor wasn't moving, she was.
She was hanging suspended in the center of the cabin. Her collar was still hooked to the D-rings in the ceiling, only now, there were cables connected to rings on her chest, hips, and thigh harnesses. Her arms were spread eagle and held in place by cables hooked to rings in her wrist cuffs. Her ankles were clipped to her thighs, and her thighs were spread wide like an eagle's tail feathers by a set of cables coming from the walls.
Her whole body spasmed when she awoke as Leon slapped her ass cheeks and sneered, "I see you have finally joined us again Lust. Captain Evans thought he had killed you. I told him not to worry though, you were very much alive...just choked out. He's the one that helped me hang you up. Tell me, how do you like it?"
"It's fine Master," She croaked hoarsely, telling him what he wanted to hear, "I like it Master, please continue as you like!"
She could already feel a warm knot in her belly growing into a bonfire with every piston stroke of Leon's fire poker shaped dick.
"Mmm...ahhhhhh," She moaned and sighed as she concentrated on the bonfire in her womb spreading out filling her whole belly with warmth. She sighed some more as the warmth spread throughout the rest of her body, taking away pain and soreness, and goosing her skin that was covered in a thin glossy sheen of perspiration.
"Ahhhh...ahh...ahhh...," She wailed as her orgasm constricted all her muscles and set her hips and ass to twerking furiously, her body struggling to participate in pleasuring herself!
"Good...good," Leon cried, his laughter filling the whole cabin ominously, "Now that I have heard your wonderful shrieks, it is time for you to pay the pilot his bonus!"
"Bonus...Master," She asked breathily as she let her head hang, her whole body relaxing in her restraints.
"Yes, for not hanging you during take off," He purred, "But he is very potent, or so says his wife who is currently pregnant with their sixth child. Bunch of fucking breeders, but an excellent pilot. He managed to choke you out but not break your lovely little neck. So, you will fuck him with your mouth and swallow everything he gives you!"
"Yes Master," She groaned, she really didn't want to blow this guy, there was no telling what he might have...
Hands gathered up her hair into a high ponytail, and then her head was pulled up until she was looking at an ebony cock. The head, the shaft, the shaved scrotum with testicles that looked to be the size of small oranges inside, were all completely porcelain black. It was long and thick, and she worried that it wouldn't fit in her mouth or that it might get stuck in her throat!
"Open wide girl," A deep gravelly voice growled above her.
Her head was snatched around by her hair until she feared her neck might break! She could feel Leon's hands on her thighs, caressing her ass like he was petting his favorite dog, and he was slowly sawing in and out of her as the pilot pulled her head back painfully so that she could finally see his face...
The name tag above his left breast pocket read, C. Evans.
He was an older black man with wings of white hair on both sides of his head. He was maybe five feet ten inches tall, with a stout stature, a rounded belly from too much drink, too much food, and a sedentary occupation. She looked up to see a smiling man with a square face, chubby cheeks, with eyes as black as onyx and teeth as white as the moon. Even though he was not her type, she was thankful that he seemed clean, and smelled good, like Irish Spring and Old Spice.
She kept her deep brown eyes locked on his as he set the thick mushroom shaped dickhead on her plump bottom lip. His smile broadened as he slid his dick into her mouth. The flanges of his head slid along the sides and roof as his shaft scraped against her teeth. Flattening out her tongue, she licked the bottom of his cock and made room as his head slipped into her throat and cut off her ability to breathe. His head scraped the walls of her throat as her neck expanded grotesquely to fit his cock inside as he pushed the final few inches into her mouth. Her eyes watered and her lungs burned and her neck bulged all the way to her clavicle before he began his slow withdrawal. She gasped for air, exhaled, and then licked the ebony dickhead sliding the tip of her tongue down the urethra. She inhaled again, and in went the massive cock scraping the walls of her mouth and throat as she gurgled and choked and hummed!
He fucked her mouth well past any point of enjoyment for her. Leon fucked her pussy until he came, and then he left to go lie down on his bed for the rest of the flight, and left instructions for C. Evans to enjoy his little 'Coconut'. After an hour of fucking her face, he withdrew with a mischievous grin, then sneered, "Sorry honey, I could have told you that you couldn't make me cum with your mouth, but where's the fun in that? Time to finish this up though!"
When his cock finally slid free of her lips, he let go of her hair and her head flopped down limp with exhaustion. She had no strength left, not in her mouth, not in her neck, not in all the rest of her body!
She tried to tell him, "Yes, by all means, finish up inside my pussy," but her voice wasn't working, all that came out was air!
She sighed in relief and relaxed when she felt his massive dickhead pressed against her pussylips and pushed inside her vagina. Oh God, he was so long and thick. He filled her up so much she could feel the spark of a new orgasm ignite and warm her womb by the power of that glorious cock inside her. She felt a brief moment of desire and loss when C. Evans withdrew his hot throbbing tool of sexual delight from her hot, sopping wet, velvet sheath!
