Natalie's okay, but Ahab…

"You know, it's rude to interrupt people." Raquel says, feeling slighted by my speaking over her.

"Ahab's in here too!"

"Oh?" She asks, an agreeable smile spreading across her face.

I suppose Ahab is one of her best friends, but what I meant wasn't 'hey, you guys should catch up'. So, still trying to shield my nudity from the drunken crowd, I tell her, "And he's naked!!"

At that, Raquel's face slips into a dazed, lustful smile, thoughts of a blushing, well-endowed hunk no doubt flooding her mind. But, her exuberance to see our bashful guy-friend in all his glory dissipates as a realization sets in, "But, If these girls were doing that to you… oh Hell."

"C'mon— Hurry!" I shout, taking her by the arm and bolting towards the crowd of drunks who're wising up about the dangers of frying pans. You know, there not being any.

We barrel straight through the stupefied mob, scrambling to find either of their other victims. It doesn't take long.

Natalie bursts forth from a side room, haggard and panting, shaken— yet still partly-clothed.

Raquel, looking at the massive lady, stops in her tracks, and becomes truly inert; she's taken aback, mind boggled by the sight of a hyper-muscular, six-foot-four blondie wearing only bikini bottoms… and cake icing.

"Who in the—?!?" Raquel half-begs, gesticulating like a 40's cartoon character.

Physically pushing her onward, into the main chamber, I promise the busty busker, "I'll introduce you two later!"

Upon reaching my destination, I scan the foyer of the suite with a feverish panic, only to find that Ahab is gone; not a trace of him remains. Nothing visible suggests he's still in the vicinity of this nightmarish bachelorette Hell-scape, but, a foreboding wail escapes the door of the master bedroom. The wail of a man **** for escape reverberates though the air.

It is clearly an anguished cry, and it terrifies us; there's only one man in this suite— and he's suffering.

"Ahab? Oh god." Natalie mumbles in apprehension as we approach the door.

We peer into the bedroom expecting the worst and, well… it's bad.

The six-foot-tall redhead I decked earlier has my Ahab's penis in her grip; her fingers encircle his thick sex, while her large body holds him down against the wall, rendering him immobile. She's covering the helpless stud in sloppy kisses, and manhandling his cock.

Although that might seem pleasurable to some, my blood boils at the sight; Ahab is trying his hardest to break free from her sexual ****, but, between her size and his wrists' bindings— he can't defend himself.

His breath becoming haggard from struggle and abject fear, Ahab begs, "Lexa, stop it— it hurts!"

Instead of heeding his pleas, the athletic woman unzips her pants, pulling the fly open as she makes her intentions clear, "Listen, It'ss been a while, and I don't care whetherr you want to fuck— but coulld you at leasst keep it down?"

"Noo!! No! Ming Zhao!! Hel— mmph!"

Before Ahab can say another word, Lexa clamps the hand she isn't using to strip over his mouth, and tsks him like a misbehaving dog, "I ssaid, keep it dowwn. Don't ruinn this for mee by being noisy."

She cracks an insidious grin once her panties are pulled down, revealing a sopping wet pussy. She rubs her crotch against the writhing Ahab's giant penis, giggling uncontrollably as his muffled screams fill the room.