Between the legs

You didn't know what to say. This was a big dilemma for you. You weren't sure what would be worse for Jan, assuming either were bad just because she was unable to make a choice in the matter. The only decision she'd made--really only because she didn't answer fast enough in the criminally short time Jane had given her--is that she would remain under control.

You fought with these concerns and what to say to your fiancée about her lack of boundaries, but by the time you looked up, you saw that Jan's pants were gone! Followed swiftly by her panties, and then even her socks departed her feet. She was turned away from you, so you could only see her backside, but once the clothes left the lower body, Jan tried to do something, scrambling or sliding her legs on the floor to try and run away or prevent whatever it was Jane had planned.

"Don't you think this is a little much, Jane? She clearly wants out!"

"Oh, she's just acting up. I'll give her another test." Jane held her firmly in place, as she still tried to run. "Jan, if you want out right now, tap your feet three times on the ground, really stomp them."

Jan thrashed about, and you knew she could hear, but as her legs calmed down a little bit... no stomping. All you saw from her legs was her naked rear, wriggling back and forth nervously. Jane giggled, and began to lift her up a bit. "See, John? No objections. She wants this. It's the fact that it's on my terms that I think she's less thrilled about."

Jane lifted Jan slightly up into the air with the possessed sweater, and Jan's legs started to kick and thrash again. Out from one of the drawers came some hosiery... some crotchless tights. Jane was really serious about this... The stockings caught around Jan's legs and began to push slowly up both legs. It was like each inch stripped Jan of her freedoms again, where her moving her legs was her reminding you that she was still there, still present, still independent. She made muffled, short moans and grunts throughout, her legs still twitching as the hosiery was only halfway up. Further along the thighs, she twitched her hips and ass with little else she could do. Nearing the hips, her movements were a miniscule fraction of what she had before. Then, the tights slid fully up to the waist, locking in place. There was no more movement from Jan, no more ways that she could move even. She was again lost to the control of Jane, and her decisions were final.

Jan was **** to turn around and smile at you, finally showing the results of Jane's work. Between the legs, she was bare--no panties, no hair, just Jan's glistening slit waiting to accept you--only because she was about to be **** to, it would seem. Jan's hand lifted up, waving at your clothes like she was some sort of sorceress, no doubt for effect as you felt your pants tug and pull, the belt coming undone and then the jeans unbuttoning. Your pants slid down your legs, followed by your boxers, leaving you equally exposed.

The Jan-puppet took slow, methodical steps toward you, reaching out to run a hand along your hard member with a devious smile thrust upon her face. You knew it was Jane's smile, and at the moment, there was little that remained of Jan at all. She couldn't even make the smallest movement to avoid her crotch approaching yours. Jane used the gloves to **** you back onto the bed, and Jan's outfit **** her to climb atop you, straddling you. Even though the tights had clamped down upon Jan's lower half to maintain perfect control of her body, there was still a lot of other components of your girlfriend that remained, particularly two huge, jiggly, dangling components not far from your head.

"And now, for the final moment. I want to make it absolutely clear what I'm about to do here." Jan was **** to smile, the messenger for Jane's master plan. "I am going to impale our neighbor on your cock, and I am going to ride you until you come in her. I will not stop until you do. You get no say, she gets no say. Only I am in charge right now."

You again hesitated, struggling with whether you wanted to be a party to this, but again you were not given a choice. With a careful and swift motion, your member parted Jan's lips and entered, unable to do anything to stop the **** entry.

Jane giggled and grinned all the while, as she pumped the hips up and down. Your hands came up to play with the larger breasts--strangely fondling the chest of your girlfriend while another woman rode you, all by Jane's design. She was relentless! This was nothing like the kind and soft-spoken Jan that you'd lived next to all this time. Jane had turned her into an uncontrollable primal beast, redefining Jan then and there into some new person altogether as she roughly **** you in and out with energetic pumping. You could feel Jan's inner walls try to do something like squeeze against the intruder, but that only served to excite your body further.

Jan began to sweat, as did you, throughout the process. You did your best to hold back, as her rhythm beckoned for your release. The sweat began to affect her makeup, Jan's breathing heavy even if she couldn't speak with no control over her mouth, limited to just 'ah' with the face Jane left her with. At least, at first... the sweat affected the eyeshadow, the blush, the lip gloss. It didn't magically disappear, but the beads of sweat seemed to loosen everything up, so Jan was able to recover a bit of her facial control. Her eyes widened, her lips twitched as she tried to move them again. You looked up to see her mouth something: are you really going to..?

That answer came when you did.

As you spasmed inside Jan's body, Jane pushed down hard upon you, locking your and Jan's body together like you were one, forcing your togetherness in a way you never would have imagined. Jan's body sat motionless atop you, her head stretched upward as she remain perched atop you, Jane holding her body still in your gaze, like she wanted to burn this moment into your memory: a panting and frightened Jan, filled up with your seed, **** to take you in by your fiancée. You'll likely refrain telling this story at the wedding...