The romantic, devil-may-care world of today's airline stewardess - a world looked upon with unconcealed envy by many girls everywhere.
But are all the stories true? Do these attractive young women really live a rich, rewarding existence? Or are many of them tormented souls, playing roles in a real-life soap opera replete with midnight rendezvous with debonair pilots and cheating husbands on business trips?
For Louise, the joyride existence of the globe-trotting, fun-seeking stewardess begins to catch up with her. She starts to question her own code of morality, to wonder where all the kicks are leading her, to wonder about the people who enter her life.
THE UNWILLING STEWARDESS - a shocking novel deals with girls marked by society as immoral, girls seeking happiness and often finding only shame.
The Publisher.
Chapter One
"Come on, baby, suck my cock," the man said. He grinned lewdly at Louise. The stewardess fought hard to keep a look of sheer contempt and loathing off her face.
This was what she hated the most about being a stewardess. They had been told that male passengers would make sexual advances and that they must never rebuke them. They had to smile, but firmly turn them down. Louise brushed back a strand of her lustrous blonde hair and her blue eyes glared at him.
"That's not allowed, sir. All we can serve is coffee, tea or milk. What will it be?"
"You, baby. I told you. See?" he asked, pointing to the huge bulge at his crotch. "See what you do to me. I bet those soft lips of yours can really give a guy like me the best head ever. Come on and get that mouth down onto my pecker. I'm gonna go mad if you don't start giving me a blow-job soon."
"And if you don't shut up," she said tartly, "I'll have the pilot land at the next field we come to and have you arrested for indecent public behavior."
"Hell, Blondie," he said, smirking. "We don't have to do it in public. We can go into one of those dipshit johns in the back of the plane."
"My name is Louise. I've been trained to serve the passengers in any way I can. But I've also been trained to avoid passengers like you. If you have a legitimate request, just press the call button."
She felt him turn as she walked off. His eyes burned at her back. She tried not to wiggle her ass which was tightly wrapped in her thin skirt. Louise cursed under her breath. Why did the airlines have to make her wear such tight clothes? It only incited wolves like that man to make lewd requests of her.
"God," she sighed when she reached the service station in the center of the plane, "I've about had it with that guy. He wants me to suck him off."
"Yeah," said Vanessa, "I'm having problems with a guy up in first class, too. He wants to get into my pants so bad he keeps stepping on his tongue. God, what is it this time? Some sort of a sex maniac convention aboard?"
"I haven't had any problems," said the third stewardess. Darlene brushed her dark hair from her eyes as she removed more liquor from the cabinet. "Maybe they don't care for the tall, fashion-model types like me."
"Bullshit," said Louise. "If you went by either of them, you'd be getting the full treatment. Sometimes I wonder why I bother with this job."
"Pay's good," said Darlene.
"Yeah, but sleeping over in hotels is a drag, getting pinched on the ass is a drag, having my period all messed up going back and forth across a dozen time zones is a drag. Everything is."
"Come on," said Vanessa, "you can't mean you'd ever pass up a hunk like you got out in San Francisco. He was really something. I bet he was hung like an elephant, too. Did you fuck all night? It sure seemed like it the way you wobbled around the next morning."
"We had fun. Let's leave it at that," said Louise primly. "I'd better get back to my friend who wants me to give him more service than he's paid for."
Louise smiled brightly as she made her rounds, checking to be sure everyone was reading or asleep or had a drink in their hand. It kept the passengers from thinking about flying at 35,000 feet in air so cold it would freeze them instantly if they stepped outside.
By the time she got back to the johns at the rear of the plane, she felt she had done something deserving a medal. She had managed to get past the guy who wanted a blowjob. But something bothered her about that. Turning, the blonde stewardess saw that his seat was vacant. The man had gone somewhere.
She found out quickly where that was.
The door of the john opened and he said, "Come on in and join me."
"Really! This is . . . "
She almost went faint with fright at the sight of the gun he held in his hand.
"Yeah, baby, you're gonna come on in and suck on ole Remington's cock. Just like I asked you to do before. But I'm not asking you polite, I'm telling you."
"You . . . you wouldn't dare fire. The bullet would depressurize the cabin and kiss us all."
"You've been watching too many movies, baby. All that'd happen would be those silly little oxygen masks would come down. You can't suffocate at 35,000 feet. Not in a few seconds. And that's all it would take the pilot to get us down into breathable atmosphere."
"You wouldn't shoot me?" The stewardess felt woozy, the plane slowly spinning around her. She realized she had gone as white as a sheet and might keel over at any second.
"Get in here," he said. He jerked her savagely into the tiny cubicle. She felt herself pressed hard against the wall. There was barely room inside for the both of them. Louise had always had the fantasy of being fucked inside one of these airborne johns, but she'd never joined the Five Mile High Club, those who had fucked at an altitude over 30,000 feet.
She guessed she was going to join it - and not willingly.
"Get on down to your knees," He shoved her down. Her face brushed across the front of his smelly shirt and past his crotch. She averted her head to keep from pressing her lips into the bulge at his fly.
"Don't do this to me. It . . . it's a federal crime. You can do a long time in jail for making me do this."
"You're breaking my heart, Blondie. All I want from you is your mouth on my cock. I don't want any backtalk."
"You can't get away with this. You can't!" Louise felt her voice rising hysterically. She would be screaming in another few seconds. She just couldn't keep herself cool and calm like the training manual told her.
He slapped her hard with his palm. The ringing blow snapped her head to one side and she banged her head against the thin metal wall of the stall, she lifted her hand to her injured face, startled.
She wasn't frightened. She wasn't shocked. She was surprised. It didn't seem possible that this could be happening, and the pain of the blow he had given her had erased almost everything from her mind. Blankly, she stared up at the man.
He must have recognized her condition. He sat down on the john and spread his legs on either side of her body. He pointed to his fly with the muzzle of his gun, motioning her to get going with the blow-job.
"All right," she said numbly. "Whatever you want."
"Good. And don't forget I've got the gun. I'll blow your fucking brains out if you try anything like biting my cock off. You'll be deader than a doornail if I lose control the least bit." He pulled back the hammer on the heavy revolver. The sound made an ominous clicking noise in the cramped stall.
"Don't kill me," she said in a weak voice.
"I won't. If you get to it. Start sucking on my cock."
She reached out with shaking hands to pull down the man's zipper. She was startled when he reached out with his free hand and grabbed her slender wrists, holding her with one meaty hand.
"Use your mouth. Only your mouth. No hands."
"But . . ." Louise swallowed hard as she saw the gun swinging back around to aim directly between her blue eyes. She felt faint again but she didn't pass out. The pain in her wrists prevented that. He was crushing her hands with a brutal strength that wasn't to be argued with.
She swallowed again and lowered her head to his filthy jeans. Her tongue hesitantly moved out against the coppery metal zipper tab. She teased it up and got it between her teeth. Gritting her teeth, she tossed her head and got the zipper down its track with a harsh, grating sound.
His cock came leaping out to stand at rigid attention. She backed off for a second and simply stared at it. She couldn't believe the size. The other girls had joked about her last boyfriend being hung like an elephant. But this man was. His prick jutted up a good eight inches and part of it was still hidden inside the denim folds of his jeans.
"Quite a pecker, isn't it? And that's why I knew you were going to love sucking me off. You're a pretty chick. You deserve the best and this is it."
His hips jerked upward off the stool and toward her face. She felt the cold metal barrel of the gun alongside her head, warning her not to do anything wrong. The blonde stewardess bent forward, her lips trembling as they touched the crown of his quivering cock. She normally liked giving head.
But not under circumstances like these. The man might just pull the trigger and blow her brains out when he came. She would have to be careful. And he wasn't allowing her any freedom at all. Doing this in a cramped stall was bad enough; it wasn't sexy like she'd thought it would be. Being forced to do it took all the thrill away.
"Ungh, God, yeah, your mouth's everything I thought it would be," he said. He kept his strong grip on her wrists, pulling her arms up over her blonde head. "Now, use your tongue. I bet a chick like you sucks off a lot of men aboard these planes. It's about time old Remington got some of the mouth-love for the price of his ticket."
The muzzle of his gun moved around so that it pressed into the back of her head. She didn't dare pull back now. The thick purple knob on top of his cock throbbed and grew larger. Under ordinary circumstances, she would have loved the taste of his cock bucking against her tongue.
The smell of an aroused male usually turned her on. Thick male musk odors were enough to make her mouth - and pussy - begin to drool. But she didn't like men coming in her mouth. She preferred to suck their cocks until they were so hot and horny they could hardly stand it, then have them really fuck her.
That was the way she liked it. Louise realized what she wanted didn't matter now. What the man with the gun told her to do was the law.
Her tongue swirled around the tip of his prick, stroking and teasing along the cleft head and working against the tiny flap of skin dangling beneath. This was the most sensitive portion of his prick and she attacked with her rough, darting tongue hoping to get him off fast.
If she could end this in a hurry, she might be able to get to the pilot and tell him what was happening. That would end everything for this stud. He would be arrested the instant they landed.
But it was still oral rape. And she couldn't do a damned thing to prevent it, not with the gun resting so cold and hard against the side of her head. The blonde began bobbing her face up and down on his prick, slowly face-fucking herself. This seemed to arouse the man even more. She felt his prick stiffen until it was like a rod of hot steel in her mouth.
"Good, Blondie, you suck cock real good. Now give it all to me. Everything. The whole works."
She had no idea what he was talking about. But she sucked even harder, her cheeks going hollow from the suction. She cradled his cock in her curling tongue so that she roughly caressed the underside of his prick as it fucked into her face.
This got him really going. He lifted his hips up off the stool, jamming her face full of cock. She almost gagged when he tried to get his prick all the way down her throat.
"No," she gasped. "Not that!"
"I want to deep-throat you. I don't give a flying fuck if you ain't Linda Lovelace. If you can't take a man's cock all the way down your throat, it's high time you learned."
He released her hands but immediately grabbed a handful of lustrous blonde hair and pulled her face back to his smelly crotch. His hips jabbed out and she felt the rubbery tip of his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth. His huge fuck-stick surged past her tonsils and lodged firmly in her throat.
Louise panicked. She couldn't breathe. All her air was cut off by his huge cock berthed so securely in her throat. Swallowing convulsively, she felt her throat spasming against the underside of his prick. This seemed to arouse him more than anything else she'd done.
"Good, oh, shiiiiiit! Is it ever good. I knew this was going to be my lucky day. Just keep going, Blondie, and we'll get along great together. Oh, shit!"
She was passing out from lack of air. She almost gagged to death before he allowed her to back away. Panting harshly, she watched the gusts from her nostrils rustle through his tangled bush. She guessed it stimulated him even more. The way his prick bucked told her he was having a hard time keeping back the fiery flood of his jism.
Her agile tongue wiped off a drop of bitter pre-cum beading at the end of his prick. She almost gagged on this, turning and spitting it out. But the cold barrel of the gun alongside her head kept her mouth firmly fastened on the end of his pecker.
"That's the way," he encouraged. "You're sucking like a pro. I guess everything they say about you chicks what fly up here's true, huh? You all put out for the pilots. Those clowns get the best of everything, don't they? Not this time. This time I'm getting the best. The best goddamn head I ever felt!"
She sucked a little harder and tried to ram her tongue down the piss-slit. It wasn't possible; she knew that. But the attempt made him moan even louder and he began shoving his hips into her face. She let him face-fuck her. That was all she could do with that gun threatening her life.
Louise just hoped he didn't pull the trigger when he got his rocks off. That might kill her.
Frightened at the prospect, she sucked even harder. Her tongue went berserk around his cock. She felt his prick swelling up with more and more aroused blood until her lips were stretched to the splitting point. She hadn't thought it was possible for any man to have a cock this huge.
In a bizarre way, she almost wished he would fuck her. She wanted to feel his huge cock in her pussy. That might be a real turn-on. But this wasn't, not with the man threatening to blow her head off if she stopped sucking on his prick.
"Go, Blondie, go! Suck me off!"
She used her teeth against his cock just enough to thrill him. This made blood hammer even harder into his prick.
"Oh, shiiit!" he cried.
The tiny toilet stall echoed with his cries as his prick erupted a creamy load of jism into her mouth. She wanted to back off and let him spew out his come onto the floor. But the strong hand at the back of her head forced her to keep her mouth wrapped around his fountaining cock.
She swallowed hard and found that his cum wasn't all that bad. The salty, tangy taste sort of turned her on. Or it would have if he hadn't been forcing her to give him the blow-job. The threat of the gun still remained. She cast furtive glances to the side to see if the gun was pointed at her temple.
He didn't fire. And she quickly licked the last of his hot cum from his limp cock. The woman was released and collapsed back against the door of the stall, panting, terrified, helpless. The sight of that gun kept her from screaming in fright.
"Hey, open up in there," came a command from outside. "What the hell's going on in there?"
Louise didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Help had come too late.
Chapter Two
"You come out from there," said Vanessa through the thin door of the toilet. "I'm warning you. I'll get the captain back here if you don't open up right away!"
"Open the fucking door," Remington said, leaning back, his prick still dangling out. He lifted the gun and fondled the trigger enough to make Louise even more nervous than she was.
"I can't. It opens inwards. The door. I . . . I have to stand up."
"So stand up and open the door."
She didn't have to be told not to do anything silly like trying to warn her friend about the gun. Louise opened the door and pushed it back hard against the wall. This allowed her body to swing away and reveal Remington and the gun.
Vanessa gasped. Louise wasn't sure if it was the limp prick that got to her or the gun. She might not have responded at all if Remington hadn't bluntly ordered her to step in.
"Now that we're all one big happy family here, why don't you tuck my little friend away. Blondie's already sucked all the juice out of him." Louise couldn't see the expression on Vanessa's face. She was pinned against the wall of the john, listening to the soft rush of cold air just inches outside the plane's hull.
"Better do it, Vanessa," she said. "He'll kill you if you don't."
Vanessa did something that caused Remington to screech. The barrel of the pistol lowered and the dark-haired stewardess took off running. Louise decided to give her the best chance possible. She stomped down hard on Remington's foot to keep him occupied and away from the other girl.
"Out, cunt. This isn't going to be the nice little picnic you thought it would be. Not now. Not after that dumb stunt."
She allowed him to pull out her blouse from her waistband in back and shove the big gun up under the fabric. This would keep any of the passengers from seeing the gun and panicking them. They might get the wrong idea about her, but better that than all of them screaming and carrying on.
"Up to the service station in the middle," Remington grated harshly. "This is going to get messy if you let out so much as a tiny peep to any of the passengers. I won't hesitate to blow them away, I promise!"
"I . . . I understand," she stuttered. She wanted to run, to scream, to rip her blonde hair out by the roots. But panicking now wouldn't solve anything. If she could just talk him out of it . . .
He might as well have been reading her mind. "Shut up," he said. "I don't want to hear about how I'll do hard time for this. Hell, Blondie, I'm hijacking this bird. That's the crime they'll nail me on - if they ever catch me. Which they won't. Besides, what's rape these days? I might do a few months or maybe even a year for it. That doesn't bother me at all."
"A year?"
"Sure. You know how it is. Guys like me are victims of society. We ain't responsible for what we do. So they lock us up for a while and then let us out as soon as their consciences get to hurting them about keeping us penned up like animals."
"Look, I won't say a word about wh-what happened back there if you'll just go sit in your seat and . . ."
"Cut the bullshit. You'd squeal your fucking head off to the captain. And he'd have the FBI waiting at the next airport. Nope, I'm hijacking this bird all the way to the Middle East. Libya, maybe. That loonie what's in charge there will fall for any story as long as I say I support him."
"Do you?"
"Hell, I can't even pronounce his name. I'm in this for the money, pure and simple. Nothing political. I don't even bother to vote."
"Vanessa!" cried Louise, in spite of herself. She felt the sharp jab of Remington's gun against her spine, but that didn't still the surprise. Vanessa was already help prisoner by another man with a gun.
"Shut up, you," said the other man. "I got her before she made it to the cockpit. What do we do with her, Remington?" The smaller man made nervous gestures toward the two women with his gun.
"Fuck'em, of course," said Remington casually. "And why not? We want to kill some time before we really take over the plane. Is there any better way of doing it than fucking such fine pieces of ass?"
"Nope, you're right," the smaller ferret-like man said. "And this one is to my liking," he said staring obscenely at Vanessa. The dark-haired stewardess cowered back against the wall.
"Go on and take her. I'll watch to make sure nothing goes out of line in the rest of the plane. You owe it to yourself, Keegan. This is a big hijacking, a million bucks or more for the plane. Why not get used to enjoying only the best like has to offer?"
"She's sure that." He studied the raven-haired woman's body. He seemed to not know where to stop. His eyes went from her oval, pale face to her swan-like throat, and down to the deep valley between her ample tits. The huge swell of her boobs drew him like a magnet. He could imagine burying his face between them and licking and sucking on her soft flesh, feeling her tits pulse and throb-with lust for him.
But her trim waist was a turn-on, too. And the flaring, womanly hips promised one hell of a fine fuck. And those legs! Wrapped around a man's middle, they could draw his prick even deeper into her darkly thatched pussy.
"Yeah, I'm gonna like fucking this cunt," Keegan said finally. "What are you going to do, Remington?"
"With Blondie? Nothing right now. She's already sucked my cock to the point where I don't think I can get it up again for a while. But when I do, her pussy's going to sheath it good. I can tell. I doubt she's a virgin. Are you a virgin, Blondie?"
The muzzle of his gun lifted her skirt in front all the way up to her waist. The shocking pink panties she wore were exposed to the hijacker's lusting gaze.
"Goddamn, look'it those panties. Bet they're wet with lust for me, huh?" He grabbed her cunt and squeezed. Louise almost went out of her mind with the shock of his hand on her sensitive snatch. He squeezed rhythmically and she damned herself when she felt her cunt beginning to respond with a sluggish flow of her inner oils.
"Yep, she's getting wet for me. Damn, but my cock's just not ready for her yet. But you'll wait for me, won't you, Blondie?" He put the gun alongside Louise's head and rubbed the cold metal against her temple.
She nodded slowly, terrified. The slightest movement of the plane might cause him to squeeze down on the trigger of his gun. It could kill them all, depending on where the bullet went. And she was only too aware that air turbulence could strike anywhere, at any time.
"Please, be careful," she said.
"Careful? Me? Hell, I'm never careful. That's why I need all the money off this hijacking. But shut up your yap and watch as Keegan gets it on with your dark-haired friend. She is your friend, huh?"
"Don't do this," said Vanessa, pressing herself even flatter against the wall of the plane. "You can get a lot of . . ."
"Time in jail," finished Remington. "Blondie's already told me. And to hell with all that. Fuck her, Keegan, or shut up about it."
The smaller man reached down and lifted the thin skirt of the stewardess. The woman cringed away from him as if she'd been told he had the plague. Her eyes darted around as she searched for a way to escape. There wasn't one. She was trapped in the tight confines of the service area, the man's hands groping for her pussy.
"Ohhh," she moaned as his hands stroked over her panties-clad pussy-mound. "Don't do that."
"Why? Because you like it? Because you wouldn't be caught dead being fucked by a man like me?" the small man raged, his fingers gripping fiercely on her cunt.
As his finger clawed and twisted, he got enough of a hold on the fabric to jerk it off. A tearing sound echoed through the tiny hold and then he had a tattered pair of panties in his hand. He cast them aside.
"Now we can get on the good stuff."
"You hurt me," said Vanessa in surprise. "The waistband cut into my skin, you raised a welt!"
The woman hardly understood what was happening to her. Her world was turning inside out. And when she saw his huge cock gleaming in the light, she realized exactly what this was for the first time.
It was rape.
"NOOO!" she shrieked, trying to get past Keegan. The man moved swiftly. He slammed his body hard into hers and knocked her off balance. She almost sat down on one of the narrow ledges. This raised her legs and put her pussy at just the right level.
He shoved his prick forward as fast as he could, hitting her cunt dead-center. Only the head of his prick entered her body before she twisted and kicked free. But the brutal blow that smashed into her jaw as he struck her made her see stars. She was so stunned, she allowed him to thrust himself back forward again. His cock penetrated her pussy-lips and sank balls-deep into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, confused. He might have broken her jaw when he hit her. The woman's entire head buzzed as if a million bees had been released in the confines of her skull.
But her cunt surged and churned around his raping prick. She felt as if a million fire ants had entered her cunt and were gnawing away at her flesh. The dark-haired beauty was so confused, she didn't know what to feel, to say, to do.
She simply sat there, her ass propped against the narrow ledge. This allowed the man to shove his gun into his waistband and reach around her legs. He lifted her thighs up on either side of his body and leaned forward, thrusting his prick deeper into her pussy.
She struggled, but it did her no good. She moaned and sobbed and tears ran down her cheeks. No matter how she turned or twisted, it only seemed to serve the man's purposes. His cock thrust even deeper into her slimy cunt.
"God, you're as hot as you look. This is the best fuck I've had in years. I can tell already!"
"Stop it! Don't let him do this to her!" begged Louise. She saw instantly that her pleading for her friend was in vain. Remington wasn't appalled by it. He was turned on even more.
"Hell, Blondie, the kid loves it. And every hot chick needs a good stud to fuck her now and again. Keeps the old pussy-muscles limber, you know? Or do you? Do you put out for all the guys aboard these flights?"
She refused to answer. Let him think what he wanted. She was just too confused to know what to do. She wanted to help Vanessa, yet there wasn't anything she could do. Nothing. Never had Louise felt so helpless.
"She . . . she's trying to squeeze me to death," grunted Keegan. "That pussy of hers is like being trapped inside a mineshaft after it collapsed. God, it's great. I can't hold my cum back much longer."
Vanessa sat on the tiny ledge, stunned and unsure what was happening to her. She'd heard that rape wasn't something you could forget easily. She wasn't even aware of what was happening to her. And when his cock began slamming in and out of her tight pussy, she could only sob and cry a little more.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." chanted Keegan. "Gotta bury my cock deeper into her cunt. So hot, so tight. It's great!"
His hands reached around her legs and found the meaty half-moons of her asscheeks. Gripping them, he lifted her up even more and thrust himself firmly between her legs. He was able to fuck forcefully into her tight cunt. His long, red prick rammed between her pink, fluttering cunt-lips. It was as if some erotic flower was blooming and gobbling up his cock.
The wetness from her cunt told him she was getting off on the fucking. He'd known she would. He'd seen cock-teasing chicks like her all his life. They waggled their asses in his direction, led him on, and then refused to put out. But he was going to get back at them all through this gorgeous stewardess. He fucked harder and faster, his prick burning up from the friction of his swift movements.
She thought she would lose her mind when she felt his cock pressing so hotly against her cunt-walls. The friction of cock-head against pussy-wall was almost more than she could take.
It wasn't that she was any fainting virgin getting fucked for the first time. She had had lots of men fuck her before. But this was rape. She didn't know how to act. What was worse, her cunt did. It was frothy with cunt-juices. She should have hated every single degrading second of this fucking. But her body loved every humiliating thrust of the man's cock. She felt her belly-muscles tensing and relaxing in a rhythm designed to give the man maximum enjoyment. She couldn't stop herself from responding like this.
"Oh, ohhhh," she cried. "Your cock's so big and swollen inside me. Fuck me, fuck me goooood!!!"
"I told you she'd love my prick," boasted Keegan. And then he really got into the fucking.
Vanessa felt his fingers moving all over her asscheeks. A stray finger pressed deeper and deeper into her humid crack until it found her tensed up fist of asshole-muscle. He teased his way up her asshole. And then he fucked her pussy with his prick at the same time he was reaming her out from behind with his finger.
"I . . . aaaieee!" she shrieked as she came.
The woman hated herself for this. She was turned on by the rape. She was responding more fully than she had to her last boyfriend, who had been one hell of a good stud. He had been able to fuck all night long - and she never responded to him like she was to this mad rapist.
The threat of the gun was part of it. She felt her adrenaline flowing at the sight of the gun poking into his waistband. But there had to be more. His prick dipped and surged in and out of her cunt until she was consumed with a carnal fire that refused to die.
"My balls," he moaned. "My balls are killing me. So tight. Squeezing the jizz out of me. Her cunt's squeezing the jism out of my cock!"
He fucked even faster, his hips blurring as she watched. But she didn't have to see what was happening. Her cunt burned with the friction. Her juices leaked out from around the thick plug of cock filling her cunt to overflowing and dribbled down the inside of her thighs.
He hoisted her legs even farther into the air and drove his prick almost straight down into her cunt. It yielded to his prick and then she felt his finger stroking through her inner membrane. He was feeling himself through her asshole.
She came.
The stewardess couldn't help herself. The idea of rape appalled her and yet here she was responding fully to the threat and his cock.
"Gotta come. Just gotta!" the man cried. Sweat beaded on his face. His fucking strokes took on an urgency that hadn't been there before.
Vanessa felt him striving to bury himself deeper and deeper into her clinging cunt. And when the hot spurts from his cock spasmed into her cunt, she got off again.
Coming as the rapist was coming! She hated herself for that. She hated the idea that he could degrade her and rape her and she would still love the feel of his cum surging into her pussy.
He fucked her hard until his prick began to melt in the humid depths of her twat. And still he thrust weakly, only stopping when his prick slipped from her pussy. He stepped back and let her legs drop to the floor.
"Some cunt," he said. Turning to Louise, Keegan said, "Lick up all my cum from her cunt. Lap it all up!"
Louise was too startled not to do it. The threat of being killed might have had something to do with it. She didn't know. She drifted in a daze as she went to her friend and started licking across her pink, trembling cunt-lips. The salty cum was mingled with the woman's fuck-sauce. Louise lapped and licked and had to listen to Remington and Keegan making lewd remarks.
She wanted to die.
And she knew the easiest way was to refuse them. They would happily do it for her.
Chapter Three
"You can't hold us this way forever," said Louise, still hoping to get the pair to give themselves up. So far, they had committed two forced sex acts. She hoped they wouldn't go much further than that. One shot from either of their guns in the pressurized cabin and it might be all over for the entire planeload of passengers.
The blonde stewardess shivered at the thought of all of them going down in flaming ruin. Her being forced to suck off Remington was mild in comparison. Even having Vanessa raped like she was by Keegan was minor compared to everyone on board dying in a fiery crash.
"Sure we can. Who's to stop us?" bragged Keegan. "As long as we've got the guns, we've got the whole fucking plane. Right, Remington?"
"He's right," said the taller man, his eyes gleaming. He glanced back down at his crotch and remarked, "Looking at all these hot bushes has made my cock grow again. Look'it that devil grow."
Louise swallowed hard. The bulge in the man's pants was growing. She guessed he'd have a full-blown hard-on again in another minute, and since Vanessa had just gotten fucked, she guessed who was going to get that huge prick reaming out her cunt.
She shuddered at the idea of being raped after she had already been forced at gunpoint to suck him off.
"Get the other broad back here. Now!" snapped Remington, motioning with the gun so Louise couldn't possibly doubt he would use it on Vanessa if she didn't do exactly as he commanded.
The idea of going up front and telling the captain what was going on crossed her mind. When Remington lifted Vanessa's skirt and shoved the muzzle of his gun into her pussy, she changed her mind. Louise didn't have to be told what he would do if she tried to warn anyone.
She hurried toward the first-class section and found Darlene in an earnest conversation with a handsome male passenger. Louise's agile mind quickly filled in all the little details. Darlene was making a date with him for after they landed. And she knew it would be a long date, and all-night-long one from the way the other girl thrust out her tits and scooted her ass just a little closer to the man's arm.
"Darlene? Come on back to the service section. We . . . we've got a problem."
"Can't you handle it? Or Vanessa?" complained the woman. "I'm still making my rounds of the first-class section."
"Now, Darlene, now!" Louise had to fight to keep from screaming. Her pale face or the tone of her voice or something about the way she stood told Darlene that something was wrong.
"I'll check with you later, Roger," she said to the man, then stood and brushed past Louise saying, "This had better be damned good. I don't find guys like that very often. Usually they're so old their dentures keep falling out when they talk to me."
"Oh, Darlene," said Louise. "I'm sorry. God, you'll never know how sorry I am about this."
"About what?" And then Darlene saw the gun in Remington's hand. Her head turned back and saw the stricken look on Louise's face and the white-as-a-ghost complexion of Vanessa.
"Yeah, pretty lady, this is a hijack. But right now, we're biding our time and just hijacking a little pussy. Right, Keegan?"
"Right, Remington. And God, how I wish I could play pirate in this one's snatch. She's a looker, that's for sure." The man was almost drooling on himself as he looked Darlene over.
Louise guessed that he found Darlene extremely attractive. The other stewardess was a little fleshier than either Louise or Vanessa. She had thick thighs and an ass that rolled perfectly as she walked. Her tits were bigger, too, and Louise knew that some men really got off on seeing them sway and swing as the stewardess moved.
"What are you going to do?" demanded Darlene, frightened but still not aware of the atrocities these two men were capable of committing.
"Don't give us that bullshit line about giving ourselves up, girlie. We heard it already. As I said, we're pussy pirates right now and Long John Silver here's gonna stuff his sword all the way up your sheath."
"What?"
"He's going to rape you," stammered Vanessa. "Like the other one did me."
Then Darlene got scared. She turned and started to run out into the cabin. She bumped into Louise in her haste. The pair fumbled for a moment and then crashed to the floor in a pile of arms and legs. Remington came over and yanked them to their feet.
"Now, get back there into that dinky kitchen. I want to fuck you right now and if I don't get my rocks off in a hurry, you're all gonna be in a world of trouble."
"Maybe they'd like to walk home from here?" suggested Keegan. "It's a hell of a big step. But if you survive that, it's a lot easier going from then on." He laughed viciously and gestured with his gun. He poked it into Darlene's tits, finding her nipple poking through the thin fabric of her uniform and capturing it in the barrel of his gun.
The woman moaned softly as her tit began to throb from his mishandling. She felt her nipple totally filling up the barrel of the gun. Her nipple expanded and then cruelly pushed against the steel. The man leaned into her and the barrel sank into her marshmallowy soft tit-flesh.
"Bang!" he said. "I'd love to bang you."
"You're evil," panted Darlene, her eyes wide with horror at what Keegan was doing. The sight of that gun menacing her had convinced the woman that this wasn't some sort of practical joke. It was for real. These men were killers - and worse.
"Buzz off, man," said Remington. "She's mine. I got the boner and you don't. That makes her all mine this time."
"This time," said Keegan, stepping back. His gun never left Darlene. Louise hesitated, thinking about going for the captain. But with the other stewardess as hostage, there wasn't much the captain could do. He would be at their mercy, too.
And Remington and Keegan hadn't shown they had any mercy.
"That sweet, waggling ass of yours really turns me on," said Remington. "I think it would be fun fucking it."
"What?" asked Darlene, stunned at the rapid turn of events. "You can't mean you want to . . ."
"Yeah, baby, I'm gonna cornhole you. And I'll bet it's gonna be a load of fun, too. That cushion you got hanging in back of you is the most fuckable looking ass I've seen in years."
"You can't do this!" she cried and then she found out that Remington could ass-rape her. His strong hands spun her around and bent her over one of the seats. Her hands fluttered futilely across the seat cushion while the man hiked up her skirt from behind.
"Hmmmm, she wears panties, too. Keegan, remind me to pass a message along to the president of this airline telling him it would be better if none of the airline flight attendants wore any undies."
"Right, boss. Got it. Memo to the sap running this dipshit airline."
"And hand me that knife."
"Knife!" croaked Darlene. "What are you going to do to me?"
"I told you, baby doll. I'm gonna fuck you up the tailpipe. But first, I'm gonna get you naked like you should be."
She felt the cold steel of the knife blade raking along her soft inner thigh. The woman almost went mad from fear. And yet there was something sensuous about the knife against her skin, something she couldn't put into words. When she felt the sharp tip poke up under her panties, she almost cried out. A gun barrel poking into the side of her head shut her up.
"Good girl," said Keegan. "We don't want a lot of nosy passengers coming up to see what's happening. Why, they might want some of this hot and heavy action themselves. And they don't get it if they travel economy, you know."
Darlene cried openly now. The top of the seat back cut into her belly and shut off her air. And the knife continued up against her soft flesh, digging in and promising destruction.
She gasped when the blade sliced through the fabric over the crotch of her panties. In two swift cuts, Remington had the garment off her. Her ass gleamed. His hand gripped one of her snow-white asscheeks.
"So nice," he said, trailing his finger along her humid ass-crack. "I think buggering you will be the best thing that's happened to me in ages. Yes, sir, I really think that."
"Don't do this to her, please," begged Louise. "You don't have to abuse us. Just go tell the captain you have us as hostages and . . ."
"And what, Blondie?"
"And you don't have to fuck her up the ass," said Louise, stunned that the words came so easily to her.
Remington laughed, as amused at her embarrassment as anything else. "Fuck it," he said simply, turning back to the bent-over stewardess.
"Oh, my ass!" cried out Darlene. "Why don't you just let me up and . . ."
"Shit, you chicks are all alike. You want me to fuck your butt, I know it. But you got to play those prick-tease games of yours. Enough of all that." Remington turned and menaced Louise to keep her in her place. The sight of the gun was more than enough to freeze her. Keegan held Vanessa tightly and prevented her from intervening.
Darlene cried out in pain and fear when she felt his long, hard cock poking between the thick slabs of her asscheeks. His cock plunged down into her ass-crack and sought out the tight pink ring of her asshole.
"Ohhh!" she shrieked when the blunted head of his cock banged into her butt. "You're hurting meee!"
"You love it, bitch. Don't tell me no different," snapped Remington. The man's hips swung forward and then stopped.
Darlene almost went out of her mind with the pain. She was tensed up and didn't want to get that heavy male battering ram all the way up her back. No matter how she tried, she couldn't relax enough to allow him to fuck into her.
"Loosen up chick, or it's gonna hurt like hell. I'm not backing away. Not when I have the promise of some sweet, hot ass to fuck. Any yours is about the sweetest I ever seen."
His hands cupped her buttocks and squeezed down powerfully. She hated to admit it to anyone, much less herself, but she felt a tremor of desire rippling through her body. She wanted him butt-fucking her! And yet it was ass-rape. This was a crime, a sin, something so impossibly evil she couldn't even think about it.
She screamed as his ungreased cock poked even harder against her asshole. Her ass-ring gave grudgingly, then snapped wide open and allowed his prick to fuck all the way up into her steaming hot guts.
She felt as if he had speared her with a red-hot poker. Her insides churned and boiled. The woman's tight asshole stretched to the breaking point to take his huge prick. The walls of her ass-tunnel had to stretch even more to take his cock. But once she had relaxed just a little, his prick pulsing and throbbing deep inside her felt good.
The woman moaned, "Ummmmm, oh!" and this time it wasn't from the pain. She wanted more but didn't dare bring herself around to asking for it. This man was savage, brutal, and there was no way of telling what he might do to her is she actually begged for more of his cock.
"Tight, baby, damn tight," he muttered. "Just like I thought it would be." His hands moved restlessly up and down the smooth curves of her ass. He grabbed a double handful of ass-flesh and began pulling. He tried to rip the asscheeks right off her body.
She screamed again as she felt him jerking and tugging at her ass. This caused her asshole to tighten up even more around the man's thrusting, bucking cock. She experienced every single virile throb of lust from his prick. And then lust burning inside her body exploded violently.
"AAAIIIIEEEEEE!"
"Shit," muttered Remington, "the bitch got off already. I told you she had an ass worth fucking."
And he did just that. He pulled back slowly until Darlene thought he was going to yank her guts right out of her asshole. She tried to follow him with her ass but it wasn't possible. She was bent too tightly over the top of the seat back.
"Just relax," Remington cautioned. "Because this fucking is going to get really heavy in a second or two."
He puffed and panted and rammed himself balls-deep into the woman's asshole. She cried out again as his ungreased cock ripped at her tender ass-flesh. She twisted and turned and tried to get away from his hard-fucking piston of cock. The more she moved, the worse it got for her. She couldn't escape and she only increased the man's lust.
Reaching out, the man grabbed under her legs and slammed powerfully into her ass. She felt his prick sliding through the tortured channel of her asshole. His cock bent slightly and filled her with desire such as she had never known before.
But she couldn't be responding so strongly. This was buggery, this was ass-rape, this was stark torture!
She came.
The woman's entire body shook as the man repeatedly raped her ass. She grabbed hold of the seat cushion, her fingers crushing down on the thick foam padding. The stewardess finally buried her face in it to muffle her cries of sheer pleasure. She had to have more and her body wouldn't let her call off this ass-raping.
"She likes it," said Keegan. "I can tell."
"She just got her rocks off. Shit, I knew she had a hot ass. But I didn't think it was this hot. Burning my cock to a stub, I tell you. What a fuckable ass!"
He pistoned in and out of her clinging asshole with a rhythm that made the woman sob salty tears. His cock burrowed deeper and deeper into her with each thrust until she was burning up inside. As the fires of desire blazed higher, she came again.
"Shit, oh, shit, shit, shit!" cried out Remington. "That did it. She mashed down so hard on my dick, I can't fuck much longer. I gotta come!"
"Come, hurry, oh, please, come!" moaned Darlene, lost in the warm and delicious sensations. "I need to feel your cum inside my asshole!"
"Hey, the bitch likes this. I told you she would."
He fucked so fast, she thought she was burning up from the friction. The jerky motion of his cock told her that he wouldn't be long in coming. And he wasn't. The hot rush of his jism into her seething hot asshole didn't cool her off - it heated her up even more.
She came and came as his prick fountained out his creamy cum into her asshole.
"It . . . it's like a guillotine around my cock," moaned out Remington. "Her asshole is chopping me off at the balls. God, it's great!"
He pumped fiercely into her ass until his prick quit spurting. He fucked a few more times but it wasn't any good. He was too limp to do any more.
"I'm on fire inside," weakly moaned Darlene. "My asshole is on fire. I'm burning up!"
"Hell, I just hosed you down."
"Yeah," said Keegan, "he just gave you the sexiest enema you ever got, I bet. Do you like to get enemas? I enjoy watching a chick's belly bloat out as more and more gunk gets shoved into her asshole. Hot water, vinegar, sometimes even wine or shit like that. Do you want another enema?"
"NO!"
Darlene was horrified. Louise ran to her and helped the woman get up and off the seat back. They glanced around, worried about themselves and their passengers. The stewardess' cries hadn't been noticed by any of the passengers, of if they had, no one was curious enough to come and investigate.
For that, Louise was thankful. Having these two men raping the crew was one thing - having them fuck the passengers was something else.
Chapter Four
"Wh-what are you going to do with us now?" asked Vanessa, cowering in the back of the small galley. "You've done just about all you can to us."
Louise swallowed hard as she heard what the other woman said. It was true. Being forced to suck off Remington in the small john was bad enough, but compared to what the men had done to Vanessa and Darlene, Louise had gotten off easy. She trembled at the thought of having either of them rape her.
She enjoyed fucking as much as any woman did, but she preferred to pick the man she went to bed with. Rape wasn't in the cards for her, she'd thought. But it just showed that nothing in life was safe. The flight had started as routinely as any other.
It hadn't lasted that way very long. Remington had come on strong to her. And then he had pulled the gun on her and made her suck him off. The taste of his jizz still lingered on her lips. She tried to stop herself but couldn't do it. Her tongue fleetingly licked out across her red lips and tasted his salty, tangy come, again.
She felt herself getting damp in the crotch. The sight of Keegan fucking Vanessa and Remington ass-fucking Darlene had done things to her that she preferred not to think about. They had turned her on and she was all weak and shaking from just watching.
Louise didn't even want to think about what she would be feeling if they had actually used her to stuff their pricks instead of the other two stewardesses.
"My old pecker's dead now," said Remington. "I guess the time's about right for us to get to work."
"What do you mean?" asked Darlene, frightened. "Y-you aren't going to rape me again, are you?"
"Whatsamatter, honey," asked Remington, "horny for my friend again? If you want, you can suck on it just like your blonde friend did. Maybe that would get him hard again, but I got to warn you, she gives about the best head I ever got. You would have to go a long ways to beat her blow-job."
Darlene shot a frightened look at Louise, a look that changed subtly as she studied the woman. It was as if she saw Louise for the first time. The blonde stewardess returned the gaze, then glanced down at the floor, feeling guilty for what she'd done.
It hadn't been her fault. No sane person would have argued with a man holding a gun to her head. She'd had to suck him off. But the way Darlene stared at her made her feel cheap and used - a whore and little else.
"Ah, let's cut all this chatter, Remington. I want to get some money to spend. These chicks are great, but I'm tired right now."
"Right, Keegan. Let's go hijack ourselves a jet plane. To the front, sweet buns." He poked Darlene in the side with his pistol. "And don't try to do nothing stupid, you two. Keegan's going to be back here with you and the poor guy's got this twitch. And when his finger's on the trigger . . . "
Remington laughed as he shoved Darlene toward the cockpit.
"Don't lose your cool, baby," he whispered to her. "Just keep on walking and nobody gets burned, right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Sir," he mused, "I like that. Shows respect. You musta really liked the butt-fucking I gave you."
She couldn't keep the bowlegged roll out her walk as she went down the narrow aisle. The soreness in her ass was beginning to bother her. The rush of adrenaline was gone now and the fear was fading a little. And she had to admit that her sudden unaccountable lust for the man when he had started ass-raping her was going away, too.
"Darlene! Hey," shouted the man she had been talking with earlier. "Can I get another drink?"
The man stood up. Remington turned on him and shoved him back into his seat. "Just stay put, buddy, and nobody gets hurt. Don't be a hero."
The man stared at the gun in Remington's hand. "Right," he said. "No heroes on board this plane."
"Into the cockpit. Hurry it up, sweet buns," the hijacker said to Darlene. She was already through the tiny door. She hesitated, thought about slamming it in the man's face, but gave up on the idea.
The thin metal pane wouldn't stop him for five seconds if he wanted to come through. And firing through would be disastrous for all of them. A bullet zinging through the control panel would send them all down in flaming ruins.
"Hello," said Remington, glancing around the narrow cockpit, "this is a hijacking. Don't do anything cute and you might live to tell your grandkids about it. Fuck up and you're dead. Got it?"
"Honest, Captain, I couldn't do a thing!" protested Darlene.
"Honest, Captain," mimicked Remington, "she has the sweetest and most fuckable ass I ever drove my cock into. She is a hell of a lay. And that's some crew you got back there. One chick - the blonde one - gives the best head around. And the other's pussy is real tight, damned tight, in fact."
"What do you want?" said Captain Jackson coldly. He had already pressed the small button under the control panel that automatically signaled all ground stations that a hijacking was in progress. But that did little good when they were flying at 35,000 feet.
"Money, of course. None of that political shit. We want ten million bucks. In gold. You, the bald guy with the radio headset, go on and tell them. Otherwise, my friend and I'll just crash this big jet somewhere."
"In gold?" asked the captain. "That's a lot of weight. I hope you know how you're going to transport it."
"Sure do. In the plane. Or maybe not. Maybe we'll land the plane and have them bring it all to us. That seems the best way. Head out for Libya."
"But that's in Africa!" protested the co-pilot.
"We'll do it, Joel," said the captain. "He's got the gun. We don't have any other choice. But it'll take a few minutes to get the course changed."
"Do what you have to. But I get bored easy. In face, while you're busy with all that technical bullshit, I think I'll have your two good friends here help out Darlene."
"Help her out?" asked Joel. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, she's just so damned horny for cock she can't stand it. She wants it in her mouth bad. I mean, she can taste it and it doesn't do her any good. She got her ass fucked like it should have been a long time ago, but she's hungry for cock, aren't you, Darlene?"
He nudged her just under the tits with his pistol. The woman glanced around the cockpit in wild-eyed terror, but she saw no support anywhere. She bobbed her brunette head up and down in agreement.
"See? So you two get your pricks out and let her suck on them. Maybe go at it both at once, I don't know. I'll think about it. And you, Baldy . . . "
"The name's Guy," said the radioman.
"Yeah, right. You, Baldy, get your cock out and get it into her face, or I might get a little trigger happy." Remington pointed the gun directly at the radio set and pulled the trigger.
The roar of the gun deafened them. Guy made a wild dive of his set but the bullet had ripped the guts out of it.
Darlene dropped to her knees, shaking, her face ghost-white. "Thank God, it didn't go through the hull," she gasped.
"Naw, couldn't have. I use dum-dums. It hits something and spreads its lead all over. Won't even go through a human. Mess one up inside but it wouldn't go through. Want me to show you on Baldy? Or will you get to sucking his dick like I told you."
Both Darlene and Guy almost collided in the middle of the cabin in their haste to obey. As long as they knew Remington was willing to fire inside the cabin, they knew he was willing to go all the way. He would kill them if he thought they weren't obeying fast enough.
"It's limp," said Guy disconsolately. "And I've always wanted you to suck me off. God, what a chance and it has to be like this."
"You two never got it on before, huh? See, something good can come from a hijacking. So get to it, vacuum-cleaner mouth," he landed a light blow on the side of Darlene's head. She gasped and almost fell. The radioman caught her.
"Suck!"
She sucked. The limp worm of Guy's prick slowly stirred. She got into the sucking a little more. Her tongue swirled around under the man's prick and teased it into a half-erect state. Sucking harder, she managed to pull more and more blood into the end of his prick.
When she started gnawing gently, the man moaned and shifted from foot to foot. His cock almost snapped to rigid attention in her mouth. She never stopped sucking now that his male musky odor filled her nostrils. The woman loved the smell. It turned her on like nothing else in the world.
Her face dived down toward his crotch, his cock thrusting deep into her mouth. When she burrowed her nose around in the crinkly mat of his bush, his cock was almost all the way down her throat. She loved to deep-throat men. And Guy's prick was just about the right size for her. It was long and slender. She couldn't handle cocks like Remington's. They were too thick and choked her. But she could keep a good, long, slender prick in her throat all day long.
She gasped and gagged when the man hit her alongside the head with the barrel of his pistol.
"Not good enough. Get the other stud over here. You, co-pilot, get it into her mouth, too. Both of you, yeah, that's it. Now suck, cunt, suck for all you're worth!"
Remington shoved the muzzle of the gun between the naked cheeks of her ass. He poked deeper toward her sore asshole and got the barrel into her butt. She wanted to die from humiliation. Her asshole was filled with the barrel of a huge pistol and her mouth had two cocks in it.
She closed her eyes and wanted to die. But the click of the pistol cocking really got her to sucking. The only way she could keep on living was to please the man ass-fucking her with the gun. If she failed in any way, even if he only thought she was fucking up, he would fire the gun.
Darlene almost cried at the mental image of the bullet racing up her well-fucked ass and into her guts. He'd said it wouldn't come out. It would rattle around inside her body. It would rip her to shreds, bloody shreds, and she would die horribly.
She sucked harder.
Both Joel and Guy sighed deeply. She licked from one cock to the other, hardly knowing which to tend the most. This was the first time she'd ever had two men in her mouth at the same instant. Her lips were pulled taut and threatened to stretch and split if either of them began face-fucking her.
Guy couldn't help himself. He had been in the hot, wet confines of her mouth longer than Joel. His control was beginning to wane. He fucked forward enough to bury himself to the hilt in her face. She gasped and cradled his cock with her rough, eager tongue. But this left the other prick all alone. It felt like a fleshy, hot cigar stuck in the side of her mouth.
"Both of you face-fuck her," commanded Remington. "One in while the other pulls out. God, are you bastards dumb. Don't you know how to do even the simplest things?"
"Never had this done before," gasped out Guy. "Not when another cock was in the chick's mouth."
"Shit, don't hand me that. You flyboys are all studs. You get to fuck this high-class ass all the time whenever you lay over in those cities. Lay over, wow! I bet that's exactly what you do, isn't it?"
"It . . . it's duller than you might think," panted Joel.
"Not now. Suck, bitch, suck on my two friends real good or I'll pull the fucking trigger."
He jammed the gun a bit deeper into her asshole to let her know he meant business. She shivered from the steel pressing into her tortured, raped asshole. And then the brown-haired stewardess began sucking for all she was worth. The two men had started in and out face-fucking that left her with only one prick in her damp, oral cavern at a time.
This was perfect. If it hadn't been for the gun rammed up her shit-chute, it would have been the greatest experience in the world for her.
But the way he twisted the barrel of the huge gun perverted the act. What might have been fun was terror for her. She sucked in hard and got a sudden blast of creamy, hot jism.
Guy had come.
She sucked harder on his prick, her fingers dancing on the hairy sac of his balls. She felt them dancing around inside, straining to explode. And the hot gush of his cum into her mouth was everything that his balls had promised it would be.
The fiery blast arched through her mouth and missed her tongue entirely. The second spurt was smeared all over her taste buds. The greedy stewardess could almost forget she had a gun barrel rammed up her ass when she sucked on the tangy cum-filled cock.
But it went limp too fast for her. She sucked harder and harder and felt his prick turning into a dead worm. It slid from her lips before she could do anything more to it.
"That's okay, Baldy," said Remington. "She has a real man's cock in her mouth. Go on and fuck her face, co-pilot. I want to see you in action. You're one of them trim studs. Bet you jog a lot. Let's see how good you perform."
Joel launched himself into her cum-filled mouth with easy strokes. She was able to fully concentrate on him. She sucked hard on the end of his cock and fingered his balls just as she'd done for Guy. But this was different. His prick was long, but it was also thick. She didn't want to take him all the way down her throat. She might choke on his prick.
But the taste left over from the other's cock still lingered in her mouth. She found herself unable to get enough cock. Something about being forced to give blow-jobs turned her on. Darlene didn't try to figure out what it was. When she had been forced over the seat and raped up the butt, she had gotten off on it.
Now that the man had his gun barrel fucking in and out of her ass in a slow, agonizing rhythm, she found herself unable to get enough cock. She sucked even harder on Joel's prick and the man arched his back, ramming himself all the way to the balls in her mouth.
"God, Darlene, I never knew you could give head like that. Your mouth feels so damned good all over my cock. I can't stand much more of it."
"Sure you can, flyboy. Try," said Remington, enjoying the spectacle of the co-pilot being sucked off by the willing stewardess.
He continued raping her ass with his gun. But this hardly seemed to be what goaded her on. The woman felt the barrel working coldly against her aroused inner membrane but the real thrill came from the taste of the man's prick in her mouth. She could almost forget all about the ass-raping as long as she could nurse greedily at the cock.
If anything, she had to concentrate on Joel's prick to keep from thinking about the problems they were all in. The blow-job gave her an opportunity to forget that the hijacker might kill them all at any instant. He had fired the gun once already into the radio, smashing heaven knew what. It could have been a person just as easily.
She sucked harder.
Her tongue roved restlessly all over the tip of the man's prick, feeling it jerk and buck with renewed lust. She swiped across the end and tasted the bitter drop of pre-cum beading there. She knew then that he wasn't going to be long in coming.
Sucking even harder, she pulled his prick almost all the way into her mouth. Her cheeks caved in under the strain of sucking so hard and her tongue shoved hard against the man's piss-slit. He moaned softly and started face-fucking her.
His powerful hips thrust his cock fast and hard into her mouth. She tensed her velvety soft lips so that she maintained a perfect vacuum seal. The feel of his aroused cock-flesh against her lips made her pussy drool obscenely. She almost wished - almost - that Remington would move that barrel from her ass and stuff it up her cunt where it was needed.
But she was more than happy with the cock driving in and out of her mouth. She shoved her tongue hard against the crown of his prick to regulate the fucking. She wanted it at a slower pace, a more stimulating one for her.
The man couldn't control himself any longer. He started shoving into her face so hard that her lips burned with the friction from the fucking. She almost choked as his prick raced all the way into her mouth, and thrust down into her throat. She swallowed hard and the man's prick slammed balls-deep into her face.
He pulled back out.
She felt his cock growing. She hardly thought it was possible, but it got so large it threatened to rip her lips apart. With two cocks in her mouth to suck on at the same time it hadn't been this crowded. But she wasn't going to complain. Not now, not when his cock was at the bursting point.
"Oh, suck, Darlene, suck good, honey. God!"
She felt his prick lurch and then came the salty torrential outpouring of his cum. She sucked hungrily, swallowing every single precious drop of his jism. The creamy jism poured over her tongue, exciting her even more. She would have liked to suck all day on it, but the prick went limp too soon.
"God," said Joel again.
"Yeah, I agree," said Remington. "She's got one hell of a hot mouth. A hot ass, too." He gave the gun barrel a savage jerk and pulled it out of her ass with a wet plop. "But enough of the fun and games. Time for money stuff. How's the request for the gold coming, Captain Jack?"
"Captain Jackson," corrected the man. "And it's in the works."
"Good. Get us to Libya as fast as you can and then we'll figure out how to get it. But this trip is going to be fun. Lots of fun - for me!"
Darlene shivered in dread at what he really meant.
Chapter Five
"Hell, it's taking long enough," said Keegan. "When the fuck do we get there?"
"Not much longer," said Captain Jackson. "We're over the Libyan desert now."
"I still don't understand how come we were flying over so much jungle and shit like that when we should have been over the Mediterranean." Remington kept glancing over the captain's shoulders at all the instruments, as if he could read something from them.
"We had to fly over the African jungle and then up into Libya. Didn't you see enough water all that time?"
"Yeah, I guess so. I hardly noticed, though, because of all the good service - and servicing - your stewardesses were giving us. Damned find chicks you folks hire. My compliments to the asshole who owns this airline. He knows first-class tail when he sees it."
"Yeah," said Joel glumly. "He manages to keep pretty stewardesses. In this case, it sure worked against our best interests."
"Listen, clown, you're not needed. I can blow your head off. Or even better, have one of those chicks suck you off and when you come, I'll blow your head off then. How'd you like to see your blood all over Blondie, here?"
Remington slipped his pistol up under Louise's dress and raked the gunsight across her trembling cunt-lips. He had stripped all the stewardesses of their panties so that they would always be available should he or Keegan have a yen to fuck them.
Louise felt the cold steel barrel and wanted to cry. Only through incredible restraint did she keep from breaking down altogether. The man seemed to have taken a fancy to her. And that didn't benefit her in the least. He had fucked her two or three times, once in front of all the passengers. She had never been so humiliated in her life.
At one time, she had thought it might be a kick to fuck in a public spot, to have the constant threat of being seen add to the zest she normally felt when a virile cock entered her juicy twat. But it hadn't been that way when Keegan had forced the others to watch, while Remington raped her.
She had wanted to die after that.
Only a grim need for revenge kept her going. She would get even somehow. She had no idea how she would do it, but she would. This determination was the only thing keeping her sane.
"Hey, Captain Jack, there's a landing field. Go on and land."
"Okay, but remember, you shot out the radio. This is going to be a dangerous landing. Everyone strap in."
Louise started to go back into the passenger section to do as the captain ordered. Remington stopped her.
"Not so fast, Blondie. I think I want you to enjoy the ride with me." He sat down on a small jump seat and unzipped his pants. His prick came leaping out, rigid and eager for pussy.
"What are you doing? This might be dangerous. You heard the captain. You can't want to fuck while we're landing. You have to have your seat belt fastened for your own safety."
"Sit on it," he ordered. "And I'll worry about the seat belt. Goddammit," he snapped, "so do it!"
She sat down on his prick. His cock forced its way up between her puffy outer cunt-lips. She shuddered as the thick plum-tipped head vanished into her cunt-hole. The long, hot shaft throbbed with lust.
He fastened the safety belt around her lap, effectively pinning her to him. With his prick bucking and struggling in the hot, wet confines of her pussy, she was trapped.
He put the gun alongside her head and cocked it. She tried to shy away from it, but both the seat belt and the cock in her cunt prevented her moving too far.
"Don't get any cute ideas, Blondie, or I'll blow your fucking head off. And that would be a shame. Any chick who's got as tight a cunt and as sucking a mouth as you shouldn't die so young."
The stewardess closed her eyes and wanted to die. It had to happen, she thought. And what a way to go. She had always thought it would be the best of all possible ways to kick off is she could do it while she was fucking. Now she wasn't so sure. She felt her cunt-oils leaking around the thick plug of cock-flesh, but she didn't get that much of a thrill from its presence all the way up her cunt.
The airplane landed, braked and jerked hard, slamming her forward against the seat belt. She sobbed out in pain as the nylon strap cut cruelly into her flesh. But as she was crammed backwards as the jet engines reversed thrust, she found herself being ground down powerfully into the man's crotch.
His cock had never seemed longer. It penetrated deeper into her body than any other cock ever had. She thought her cunt-lips were being bruised by his crotch. Keeping her eyes so tightly closed only added to the feeling ravaging her young, trim body.
She sighed but she didn't relax when she heard Captain Jackson say, "We're down. And safely, it looks."
Louise only wished that were true. They were down. There wasn't any way she would dispute that. But safe? When Remington's cock twitched and jerked with lust in her raped pussy? The captain had to be joking!
"Ummmm, I like just sitting here, Blondie, with you wrapped all around my cock like that, but I got business to perform. Right? Up you go."
She quickly got up as soon as he freed her from the seat belt. What bothered her the most was not knowing whether it was relief or torture having his long, hard prick slip from her cunt. She felt so empty and aching inside without it. And yet knowing that the man was forcing her to take him balls-deep into her pussy caused her to shiver with rage.
"Hey, Blondie, I didn't say you could go. Suck on my cock. Get all that pussy-gunk off my prick. Lick it off. Now!"
He forced her to her knees again and shoved his prick toward her face. She closed her eyes and groped out for his cock, pulling it in to her lips. She licked and laved off the cunt-oils still dripping from his turgid prick, but the idea of licking her own pussy-fluids off his prick hardly appealed to her.
And then something cold and hard was shoved into her mouth.
"Suck on my gun barrel for a while since you don't seem to like my cock all that much anymore."
The man had turned vicious again. She opened her blue eyes and stared up at him in stark panic. His gun was shoved all the way into her mouth. She felt the muzzle banging into the back of her throat. She almost panicked. He began stroking the steel barrel in and out of her mouth until he saw tears running down her cheeks.
"Enough of all that. You're gonna get more, Blondie. Just don't go getting cocky before then."
Remington went into the passenger section and ordered the door out of the tail to be lowered. When it touched the dry desert sand, a gust of parching hot air blew up into the plane.
"Enough of this. There's some cars coming. Probably want to negotiate. You stay back here, Keegan, and keep all these folks honest."
The stewardesses watched Remington go down and talk with the men getting out of the cars. He gestured wildly, fired his gun a couple of times into the air, and then stalked back into the plane.
"Everyone out," he bellowed. "A bus will take you into the nearest town, whatever that might be."
Louise looked at Vanessa and Darlene. The expressions on their faces told that this sudden change of heart was too good to be true. And it was.
"Not the crew. All the crew stays. The passengers get to leave. Nobody else gets off until the gold arrives. Ten million bucks worth of it."
"They agreed to deliver it?" asked the Captain, astounded. "Just like that?"
"Sure," said Remington smugly. "They know we got ourselves a fifteen million dollar plane and six of their employees. They'd pay more'n a million apiece to your families in damages if we decided on blowing you away. And its bad press to let your employees get wasted while on duty, too."
"There they go," said Vanessa in a wistful tone. "All the passengers are gone."
"That just leaves us, doesn't it, honey bunch? I told them to leave that big black limo. I want to see what I'll be driving after we get the gold. Let's go try it out, Blondie."
Remington shoved Louise down the stairs. She clutched at the light aluminum rails and still went tumbling into a heap at the bottom. Pulling herself up, the blonde stewardess glared at the man.
"There's no call for that."
"Hell, don't go lecturing me. Let's get over to that fancy car. I always wanted to fuck in the back seat of one of them limos. And shoving my cock into that blonde pussy of yours seems like just the way of doing it up right."
Louise almost fell as he shoved her, she felt anger flaring. She turned and smashed her fist into his face. Remington staggered, but he didn't drop the gun. It remained trained squarely on the woman's midsection.
"I oughta blow your cunt to hell and gone. But my cock's hurting something fierce, as fierce as this sun. I'm gonna fuck you good, kiddo. Damn good!"
He dragged her kicking and screaming to the black car. The heat boiling off the dark car was enough to blister the woman's skin. When Remington reached out and shoved his meaty hand down her neckline, she screamed again.
He pulled hard, ripping away her blouse. He left her clothed only in tatters above the waist. He grabbed and yanked again. She was naked from the waist up. Another quick movement pulled off her skirt.
Bare-ass naked, the blonde woman stood under the blistering hot sun.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked. "Why? What have I ever done to you?"
"You? You ain't done nothing, Blondie. But it's all the ones like you that I'm getting back at. All the chicks who thought they were too good for the likes of me. I'm gonna fuck that blonde-rimmed pussy of yours until you beg me to stop. Then I'm gonna fuck you some more until you beg me not to stop."
Remington went to the trunk of the car and pulled out two long lengths of rope. "Come here," he ordered. He tied one end of the rope around the woman's ankle and wrist. "Onto the roof of the car. Move that ass!"
She climbed up onto the roof of the burning hot car. She cried out in pain as the heat seared her flesh. The man shoved her flat onto her back, running the rope from her wrist through the car and out the other side. He went around and secured the free end around her other wrist. She found herself tied with her arms widespread on the roof of the car, unable to get away.
In a few more seconds, he had her legs similarly tied. The hot metal under her back burned and tortured her until she thought she would die. But the metal was soon cooled down a little by her body. What was even worse torture proved to be the blazing sun overhead.
It boiled her blood with its rays. She felt the soft, white flesh of her tits wrinkling up from the intense heat. And she had to keep her eyes tightly shut to keep from going blind.
"Yeah, baby, you're a hell of a sight all stretched out like that," said Remington. "That pussy of yours isn't damp enough. God, it could be a real oasis in this lousy heat."
"I'm burning up," she moaned in pain. "My back's covered with blisters. And the sun is blinding me! Please, let me go! I . . . I'll fuck you inside the car. With the air conditioner running. Wouldn't that be better?"
"For you, cunt, for you. Not for me. I've always had a yen to fuck a blonde chick in the middle of the desert. I know what some of them Arab oil sheiks dig the most - blonde women. If you aren't good enough for me, I might just sell you into a harem or something. So make this a good fuck."
Louise turned her head to the side, wincing as the pain from the hot metal of the car's roof seared her cheek. She saw Remington climb up onto the roof of the car and pull down his zipper. His prick leaped out, as long and hard and ready for pussy as it had ever been.
She guessed that this really turned him on. He dropped down into the V of her legs and almost fell on top of her. His weight crushed her to the roof, but it was a welcome weight. His bulk shut off the punishing rays of the blazing hot sun.
"Ummmm, nice tits. I like the way they quiver. Like blobs of jelly on a plate." He bent forward and licked and sucked at her nipples until they sprang hard and throbbingly erect. As soon as his mouth moved away, she felt a sudden cooling. The air dried all the spit on her tits with a single gust of wind. And then came the heat attacking her body again.
"Stop this, please!" she cried and felt her tears evaporating even before they could run all the way down her cheeks. And then came the ultimate insult to her body.
His prick gouged and rammed and sought entry up her cunt. He didn't even try to find the right spot. His cock blundered around with thrust after futile thrust, trying to get the range. Normally, she would have reached down and guided the man into her twat.
The woman couldn't. She was tied spread-eagle to the car roof. She was helpless, as helpless as she'd ever been in her life. Something about having her wrists and ankles bound so securely gave her the feeling of hopelessness. She wanted to die and suspected she would soon if left out in the desert bare-ass naked.
He stroked back and forth oblivious to the fact that he wasn't inside her dripping wet pussy. The woman could hardly believe this could be turning her on, yet she couldn't deny the hungry feel in her cunt or the way her pussy slobbered out its thick juices.
"Stop it! You're killing meeee!"
She felt sexual tensions mounting in her trim belly. She heaved and thrashed and tried to get the man off her. She couldn't. He had tied her down too securely. And the way his prick moved along her cunt-lips thrilled her.
The blonde stewardess hated to admit it, especially to herself, but she was turned on by the feel of his cock tickling along her pussy-lips. When he shoved down hard, he parted her outer cunt-flaps. He stroked back and forth until his prick was entirely covered with her fuck-juices.
Only then did he fuck her cunt.
She shrieked in pain at his sudden penetration into her pussy. He didn't enter her softly. He rammed hard, drilling balls-deep. She screamed and fought in vain. The woman's delicate cunt finally expanded enough to take the huge girth of the man's prick. She felt it pulsing and throbbing hotly against her glove-tight cunt-walls.
"God, you're a tight one. Is it because you're scared shitless that you're as tight as you are? No matter. This is great!"
He began fucking her with short, quick strokes. The heat in her body mounted until it matched the burning hot temperature outside. Every single movement seared her body. The way he was fucking her scooted her just a little along the metal roof. She winced as increasingly hot metal burned her ass and shoulders.
His hands slipped under her ass and lifted it off the burning hot metal. But he didn't do this as a favor to her. If anything, it increased her agony. She was resting on her heels and shoulders. They were burning up.
The man's strong hands gripped and pulled at her fleshy ass. He used this double-handed grip to keep her cunt wide open for his hard-fucking prick. He looked up and saw her face painted with stark pain and total agony. He laughed. And that laugh probably hurt her worse than anything else.
Louise could stand some physical abuse. She was young and in good shape. But the mental anguish was almost more than she could take. She had been in a continual state of fear since the hijacking began. Knowing that Remington was capable not only of murder but torture made her even more afraid of this man. Hearing him laugh at her discomfort only heightened her fear.
"Love it. Keep that pussy sucking down hard on my prick. God, it is the best lay I ever had. Your cunt's so damn tight and hot!"
The only sound reaching the bound woman's ears was the squishing noise of his cock reaming out of her juicy twat. And she strained more and more at her ropes as he picked up the tempo and the squishing sounds increased.
She felt every single inch of his raping prick as it raced along her well-oiled fuck-tunnel. She was in pain from the way the ropes cut into her wrists. Her flesh crawled at the feel of the scorching metal under her, but worst of all was the way his prick drove in and out of her cunt.
This was rape, pure and simple. He had tied her down in the hot sun and he had fucked her. She hated him with all her heart. She hated the pain he gave her and she hated the shame he heaped upon her. She was hardly human as far as he was concerned. She was a tight, hot hole to stuff his prick into. Nothing else.
She hated him so much, she thought of nothing else. And then she got off. Her entire body arched and she shrieked out her come. The orgasm took her almost entirely by surprise.
"God, you're flattening my cock. Gotta fuck some more! Just got to. Shit, this is a hot cunt you got. Feels like I'm fucking a blast furnace!"
She couldn't speak. Her mind was numbed from the fucking and her lips were parched from the sun. Words would only jumble up in her throat.
"Fuck, gotta fuck you good. Shit, love the way you take this, Blondie. You're a great lay, a great one!"
She came again as his prick burrowed around inside her hot, dripping cunt and then she was left empty. The absence of his cock was worse than the idea of rape. She needed that cock!
"Like it, huh?" he said, holding his cunt-juiced soaked prick in one hand. "How about me fucking those tits of yours while I got my dick all nice and slippery from your cunt-grease?"
He moved up on the woman's body until he straddled her waist. She felt his heavy hands clutching at her tits, shoving them together brutally until her nipples actually touched. It felt as if he would rip her tits entirely off her chest.
He rubbed her nipples together until she felt her entire body trembling. She both liked this and hated it. The woman couldn't keep it straight in her head which it should really be.
Her tits were forced so hard together, she felt sweat begin to form almost immediately in the artificially created cunt on her chest. He moved forward, the blunt end of his prick shoving into her jugs. She sighed and shivered as she felt the heavy battering ram of cock-flesh forcing its way through this marshmallowy soft channel.
His prick poked out from between her tits. She could see the angry purple knob on the end of his fuck-stick poking through the soft whiteness of her boobs. And then he backed off.
"Fuck my tits!" she cried. "I need to feel it all!"
She hated herself for responding so strongly to the man. But she needed a sexual release after all he'd done to her: tied her up, burned her flesh with the hot roof of the car, degraded her - he had done it all. And he owed her a little bit of pleasure!
He fucked with short, quick strokes that threatened to melt the twin mounds of her mountainous tits. And when she felt his prick expanding, she knew he would come at any instant.
"No!" she cried when he released her boobs. They sprang back into their original shape.
And then he came in her face and hair. She could have taken anything but that. His sticky, gooey, white jism spattered against her lustrous blonde hair and left her crying and humiliated beyond belief.
Chapter Six
"You can't just leave her out there," cried Vanessa. "She's a blonde. The sun will cook her to death!"
"You want to spend some time out there with her?" said Remington, an amused smile on his lips. "I get a kick out of seeing that blonde cunt of hers roasting in the desert sun. Makes her pussy-lips turn all rosy."
"You sadist!"
Remington slapped Vanessa across the mouth with the back of his hand. "You keep your mouth shut, bitch, or I'll think of something really ugly to do to you."
"Look, Remington," said the Captain, "your money's on the way. It must be here by now. Just keep cool and everything will be . . . "Captain Jackson shut up when he found himself looking down the barrel of the gun.
"I don't need the likes of you to tell me what to do. In fact, I'm feeling horny again. Some nice blonde pussy spread all around my cock would do me a world of good. Look after our friends, Keegan. And don't go fucking around with either of these cunts until I get back. You might lose track of one of them or something."
"Gotcha, Remington," said the small weasel-like man. "I'll be content just watching these two strip off all their clothes real slow for me. A striptease. Start dancing, girls." The way he motioned with his pistol convinced them they should do as he asked.
Remington watched for a few minutes as Vanessa and Darlene began peeling down to bare skin, then turned and went back to the fiery hot floor of the desert. He had something more fun in mind than simply watching chicks peel down.
"Hiya, Blondie. How's the sun today?"
Louise could only moan. "Water. I'm dying for water."
"Sorry, didn't bring any. Hmmm, looks like your pussy's about ready to be cooked like bacon on the skillet."
She cried out in pain when he nudged her cunt with his pistol. The stab of pain rocketing all the way up into her belly almost made her pass out from the shock. She was sunburned in places where most women don't worry about getting sunburned. Even sunbathing in the nude wouldn't pose the risk for her that this did. She had no suntan oil and she was tied in such a way that she couldn't possibly turn over and distribute the sun's rays over her body. They were concentrated on her tits and pussy.
Her blonde cunt-fur hardly kept out the vicious, burning sun. She struggled feebly as he began fucking in and out of her pussy with the tip of his gun. When he saw telltale drops of cunt-juice leaking out from between her sunburned pussy lips, Remington grinned lasciviously.
"All ready for me again, huh? I like a bitch to want me to fuck her. But you're doing even better than most. I can dig it."
"Kill me, please, kill me," she groaned. "I can't take any more of this."
"Oh? Well, I'm not going to waste all that tight pussy of yours. No sir, I sure wouldn't think of that."
He cut her loose. She thought she would fight and try to get his gun away from him. With a gun she would have the upper hand. But Louise discovered that the tight ropes on her wrists had cut off the circulation. Her arms and legs were numb and useless.
Only when the blood returned to her limbs did she realize that she was still alive. And pain hit her like a ten-ton weight. She sobbed and collapsed into the shade of the car. The sand under her ass was still brutally hot, but it was nothing compared to being tied down spread-eagle on the top of a black car.
"No, Blondie, I don't want you cowering out here. Come on under the wing of the jet."
When she didn't - couldn't - move, he went to her, stroked gently through her long blonde hair and grabbed a handful. He used this to drag her across the burning sand to the spot under the wing he had indicated before.
"My hair!" she shrieked. "You're pulling it out. Oh, it hurts so baaaad!"
"Shut up, you dumb cunt. You never learned to obey when a man told you to do something. You're lucky your lesson is such a mild one." Remington looked around and then laughed. "I think I know just the place to hang you out to dry, Blondie. Up there!"
Louise looked up above her head and shook her blonde hair from her eyes. She didn't understand what the hijacker meant. Above her was nothing but the wing of the jet plane. One of the engines hung down and that was it. She had no idea what he could be talking about.
And then she found out.
He hoisted her up by her hair until she was standing on tiptoe. Only then did he stop. He was taller than she was and still he had to stretch to reach the ring he had found in the wing. It was one of the access panel's opening rings which he pulled down, stuffed a hank of her hair through, and then tied into a tight knot.
"Ohhh, it hurts! It feels like my whole scalp is going to come off!"
"Tough shit, Blondie. Just seeing you strung up like that makes me hornier than's legal in fourteen states. See?"
He jerked down his zipper. And sure enough, his hard, all-too-familiar cock leaped out, ready and eager for fucking. He strutted around, his cock bouncing in front of his crotch. When the man turned back to her, she was reaching up to try and get her hair undone. The pain in her head, neck and shoulders was driving her insane.
"None of that, Blondie. I want you strung up like that. And you're gonna stay that way."
"I'll do anything if you'll just let me down!" the woman pleaded.
"You'll do anything I want anyway, whether I let you down or not. So I decide you should stay this way. And if you don't keep your hands away from your hair, I'll tie you up again."
He poked her in the tits with his meaty hand. She slipped just enough off balance. She was totally suspended by the long, once gleaming strands of her blonde hair. She had once taken so much pride in her hair. Now she hated the idea of hair so long.
She felt her tits jiggling as he poked her again. The way her skin had dried made her feel like an old parchment book. The pain all through her body was almost more than she could bear. He had done everything he could do to humiliate her. And now he was going to torture her to death. She was sure of that.
"I love looking at you like that. You're all so nice and pink all over. None of that pale white skin anymore. Except in the ass. Yeah, I like the look of a lily white butt and red tits and cunt. That turns me on."
He walked around her surveying his handiwork. She was dangling entirely from her hair. Her throat was pulled out straight, making it hard for her to swallow. With her lips chapped and cracked from the intense heat, it would have been hard for her to do much of anything. Her tits flattened against her chest but her red nubbins of nipple had sprung up, hard as rocks.
When he grabbed her cunt, she cried out in the most intense agony she had ever felt. Every single square-inch of her pussy was sunburned. She thought it went all the way down into her fuck-tunnel itself. The lightest of touches would have been torture.
The way he grabbed her snatch, it was murder.
"Stop it, don't do this to me any more," she pleaded, knowing it did no good. And she was right. The man's hand tightened even more on her blonde, sunburned pussy-mound. His fingers worked up and down as if he were kneading a loaf of dough.
She trashed around, kicking out. The pain stabbing down into her neck and scalp from being suspended by her hair made her stop. She was only hurting herself by fighting him off.
"You're getting the idea, Blondie," he said laughing at her. "I'm the one who is in control. You can't do a fucking thing about it, either, can you? Can you?" he bellowed, his slashing out across her cheek.
The blow set her to spinning. She revolved around once, then he slapped her again sending her around another time. She felt her hair bunching up, pulling more painfully at her scalp. Then she was unwinding, swinging in the opposite direction of his slaps.
He laughed again.
"I like a swinger," he said. "But my cock likes pussy even more. Stop that moving around and let me get it buried all the way up your cunt."
She dragged her toes in the hot dust and managed to stop her rotating so that she was standing still again. The woman's legs strained even more to support her weight and take some of the agony away from her neck and shoulders and scalp. This only transferred the pain. Her calf muscles began to knot, sending lances of misery all the way up her thighs and even into her pussy.
"Yeah, Blondie, you're about ready for some enjoyment, I think." The hijacker moved quickly shoving himself forward. She gasped when his prick raced past her sunburned thighs. She clamped them tightly in a vain attempt to keep him away from her sun-reddened cunt-lips.
He drove his cock between her fleshy, tender thighs and thrust between her cunt-lips with unerringly accurate thrusts.
"God, oh, sweet Jesus God, you're killing me!" Louise sobbed. She reached up to try and soothe her head again and found herself staring down the barrel of the man's gun.
"Touch that blonde hair and I'll blow your fucking head off," he said with enough menace to convince her he meant it. Considering all the horrible things he had already done to her, she guessed that he wasn't kidding. He would do it if she gave him any cause.
"Let me down, please, let me go!" she pleaded. "I'm in constant pain."
"Not for long," he assured her. "My cock's going to give you all the pleasure you can stand." His hips jabbed upward again and she almost passed out from the pain of his cock-head penetrating her cunt-lips and plunging balls-deep into her pussy.
He wiggled his hips around, rotating them, grinding his cock into her sunburned hole. She moaned and sobbed and tried to keep from thrashing around too much. Every single movement tore at her head. But the pain in her cunt was more than she could take.
"Aieeee!"
He laughed harshly and began pulling out of her tender cunt. She felt her burned pussy-lips parting, the frothy juices from deep in her cunt lubricating and cooling them. She sobbed and tried to think she was lucky. It was hard to do when all she really felt from the fucking was pain.
Pain lanced at her shoulders and neck. She was tender in her tits and cunt from being sunburned. The strain of staying on tiptoe was worse than if the man had simply strung her up with her feet entirely off the ground. Everything he did humiliated and degraded her. He used her. To him, she was nothing but a cunt to be filled with steely hard prick.
Burning tears of rage and pain ran down her cheeks. She wanted to strike out at him, to hurt him like he was hurting her. The gun resting alongside her head prevented anything so foolish.
He started fucking, bringing his prick out to the point where only the thick purple knob of his prick-tip rested between her cunt-lips - and then slammed all the way back up into her juicy young twat. She shuddered every time he fucked her like this. No rhythm, no finesse, just hard, all-out fucking.
"Hey, this is pretty good, huh?" he asked, his hands reaching around her body to grip at her fleshly asscheeks. She could feel the steely barrel of the pistol in one hand.
If only she could get it. But she wouldn't dare try now. Not with her hair tied in a hard knot above her head. She might be able to wrest the gun from the hijacker's grip but she wouldn't be able to do much after she got it. He would be able to dodge and move. And she didn't really know how to use a gun.
The tears ran down her cheeks and left sandy tracks. She felt his prick digging around inside her pussy, thrusting and pumping. His pulsating prick filled her with the normal pleasures a cock always did, but the pain throughout her tender, tortured body offset it.
"I love fucking blonde pussy," he said, his voice grating a little with the exertion of rising on his toes to drive his prick to the hilt in her cunt. "Yeah, I do. Blonde cunt's always more interesting. And blonde ass ain't bad either."
One of his fingers dipped down into the humid crack of her asscheeks. He probed around until he found her asshole. His finger drove in without any lubrication at all.
She gasped at the way he finger-fucked her ass. She knew he was ripping her up inside. It had to be that way. She felt her inner membrane tearing and twisting and moving as his finger drove deeper and deeper into her bowels.
"Shit, baby. I can feel my cock through your guts. This is really fine!"
"I'm dying! I'm on fire inside - and it's from pain, not lust."
"You just haven't got into the spirit of the fucking yet, Blondie. Try, go on and try. This is going to be loads of fun - for me!"
He began fucking her cunt faster, deeper, driving his prick as far into her trembling cunt as he could. She felt herself tightening up with tension. Pain blasted through her brain and made her woozy. She hardly knew what happened around her - to her - anymore.
Even worse, she was reaching the point where she didn't care. Let him kill her. It would only be less pain for her to endure.
Her head. Her scalp. Her neck. The way her tits had been sunburned. Her pussy-lips, burned and fucked and irritated by the friction of his cock moving so powerfully across them. And that damn finger up her ass. All of this increased the stark pain and sheer agony for the stewardess.
His cock gave her only a little pleasure as it pressed hot and hard against her pussy-walls. His hips blurred with the speed of the fucking. He blasted into her, then he rotated his hips enough to fully appreciate the tightness and heat of her clinging cunt, then he pulled back so slowly she thought he would drag her guts out of her cunt as soon as he left.
And in addition to all this was his damned finger up her ass!
She came.
She hated herself for it, but she had no choice. Her body responded to his prick and the finger fucking - nothing else. But she wasn't even sure if that was true. She might have been getting more stimulation from all the pain in her body than she cared to admit.
Louise just didn't know.
The pain and the orgasm kept her too confused to really try to work it all out.
"Love the way you crush down on a fellow prick like that when you come. You really groove on this, don't you?"
"No, I hate it!" she cried out. "I hate it, I hate you, I hate everything!"
And then she came again. The force of this orgasm was even greater than it had been before. The man's body had rubbed up against her tits and stimulated them to a fiery, pain-filled hardness. She was a seething mass of agony and it got her off.
She could understand climaxing from the man's fucking cock. Or even from his finger worming around in her shit-chute. But getting off from the pain lashing her tender body was something she hated.
"Oh, oh, shit!" the man groaned. "This is gonna be a big come from my old cock. I can tell. The way you're squeezing down on my pecker's made it get even harder. I feel my balls turning into a pressure cooker. That old jizz's going to spew out any second."
He got down to serious fucking. He drilled fast into her pussy now, each stoke perfectly timed to drive him as far into her churning cunt as possible. And when he felt his prick tense for the final time, he fired off the pistol in his hand.
The woman jumped as the sound. And she came when his jism shot out into her cunt. The impact of hot spurt after hot spurt of gooey, creamy cum turned her into a writhing, clawing beast. She fought and moaned and cried out in an odd mixture of pleasure and pain.
The man continued to fire his gun with every single spurt of his big cock. One of the lead bullets creased her ass - and she came as the pain shot into her body.
By the time the man's prick slipped limp and dripping from her cunt, she was exhausted. Totally drained, emotionally and physically.
Louise wanted to die.
Chapter Seven
"Don't leave me here to die," Louise pleaded. "I can't stand it!"
"Sure you can, Blondie. Just keep content by thinking how great my cock felt inside your pussy. And it did, you know. It felt damned good. So good I may be back before long. But don't you go away. And if I find you've tried to get yourself down . . ."
He didn't have to finish the sentence. He snapped open the cylinder of his revolver and kicked out six empty cartridges, onto the sandy desert floor. From his pocket, he took six more bullets and thrust them one at a time into the empty chambers. Smiling, he made a big production of snapping the cylinder back into the frame of the gun.
"Be seeing you," he said. "Just like you are. And be glad you're out of the sun. I might just decide to rope you back to the roof of the car - if you don't behave yourself."
She almost fainted from the shock of hearing that threat. She didn't know if she could endure that or not. Probably not. It would kill her for sure. The blonde stewardess looked at her hands and arms. They had blisters all over them. At least second degree burns from the sun.
She guessed her cunt-lips, pussy-mound and tits were in even worse shape from the short time she'd already spent staked out under the cruelly blazing sun. Another bout of that and she would be covered with third degree burns - and out here in the desert so far from a hospital, that could mean only suffering and eventual death.
"Let me go, please, please!" she begged futilely. "What have I done to deserve this?"
"Beats me," said Remington, "but it must have been a major sin. Why don't you just think it over and tell me what it was later? Or maybe you can show me later on. I haven't found any new and different major sins in a long time. Be seeing you," he said again and went up the aluminum steps into the cool interior of the plane.
"How's things in here, Keegan?" he asked, seeing the smaller man still had the others under the muzzle of his gun.
"Fine. Couldn't be better. Except I'm so damned horny I'm about ready to come on the floor."
"Don't do that. You don't want some jerk to have to clean it up, do you?"
"I was thinking of coming on the rug and then making one of them lick it up. I think I'd like that plenty." The small man gestured toward the naked and obviously self-conscious stewardesses. He had forced both Vanessa and Darlene to do a striptease for him.
"I bet you got your rocks off plenty. You always did go in for the burlesque stuff."
"I want to fuck one of them," said Keegan in a low, ugly voice. "I deserve it. You been messing around with that blonde bitch. I want to sink my prick into that one." He pointed his gun directly at Vanessa.
The dark-haired woman cringed and hunched up closer against the metal wall of the plane. She had her arms crossed over her chest to hide her tits and her leg was drawn up enough to hide the dark fur-red triangle of her pussy-mount. Her snowy white skin gleamed in stark contrast to the darkness of her hair.
"Yeah, I can dig that," said Remington. "I wouldn't mind fucking her myself. But my cock's a little on the limp side. Unless . . ." He smiled broadly, showing broken teeth. "Unless the brunette decided she wanted to suck on my prick until it was usable again. And then we could both take the other stewardess at the same time."
"What do you mean?" asked Keegan suspiciously. "I don't want no sloppy seconds from you."
"You won't be getting them. I was thinking of both of us fucking her at the same time, you up her pussy and me up her asshole. I was finger-fucking the blonde chick's butt while I fucked her and I got the idea from that. Pretty good, huh?"
"Yeah!" said Keegan, his little eyes gleaming with malice. "I could get off on that real good. And you need a boner for it, too. You, get over here and suck on his prick. Now!" Keegan pointed his gun directly at Darlene. The woman cowered back, not wanting to move.
"If he doesn't shoot you in five seconds, I will," said Remington. "When we tell you cunts to do something, you do it quick!"
Darlene hesitantly came over and dropped to her knees in front of Remington's crotch. She reached out and took the limp worm of his prick with her fingers. She rolled it around for a few seconds as if getting the feel of it. It still felt slimy from Louise's pussy-juices and the man's cum.
"Stuff it into our face, bitch. Unless you want me to figure out some place extra-special to shove this." He poked the gun down between her tits so that the barrel parted them enough to give her the message. She quickly pushed the pistol aside and shoved his prick into her mouth as she'd been told to do.
"Ummm, yeah, that's more like it," he moaned with pleasure. "Love the feel of a woman's mouth moving all around my cock."
She tongued him slowly, using her tongue to tickle and torment rather than get him instantly hard. The woman licked along the sides of his cock with her pink, rough tongue and then started sucking. This made his prick begin to stir almost at once. She sucked and bobbed her head around to give him a little face-fucking. Her velvety lips caressed the steadily hardening sides of his cock until he was almost fully erect and throbbingly hard in her face.
"Good, damned good, cunt," he told her. "You don't suck as good as Blondie, but you're no slouch."
"Hurry it up, Remington," said the other man anxiously. "I can barely keep from creaming in my pants just thinking about fucking her again. I dig her a lot."
His eyes never left Vanessa's trim body which was pressed into a corner of the cabin. He greedily drank in her beauty, her firm, high-placed tits with the coppery disks of her areolas and the pointy red of her nipples, her trim waist, her flaring ass and her slender ankles. Those legs could crush a man if they wrapped around him in lust, he thought.
And they would soon. Or rather, both he and Remington would find out together how she responded to their pricks.
"I'm hurrying. Come on, honey buns," he said to Darlene. "As much as I'd like to fuck your ass, I got other priorities. The bitch over there gets my cock this time."
He finally shoved her away. His prick stood rigidly at attention, dancing around lustfully in front of his crotch. The woman's spit made it gleam red and bold in the dim light inside the plane. There was no question she had gotten him hard in record time and that he had a raging hard-on.
"I can't wait to shove this pecker all the way up her perky bottom. God, I love to ass-fuck a chick!"
"And I love cunt, too," said Keegan. To Vanessa, he ordered, "Get your bod over here so we can climb in and get it on!"
"Not so fast, Keegan," said Remington. "We'll have problems with all those others. Baldy there, or the captain, might decide to become heroes. We wouldn't want to have to damage the merchandise we're selling back to the airlines. What say we have our cock-sucking bitch here tie them up?"
"Yeah," said Keegan. "And I got just the idea of how she should do it."
In less than five minutes, the men's thumbs were tied together - and a slender thread circled their balls. If any one of them tried to get away, he would castrate not only himself but the other two men. And in the center of the ring was tied Darlene, forced to stay on her knees with her arms securely bound behind her back.
"Now," said Remington, surveying his handiwork, "I think we're ready to start some serious fucking with out dark-haired beauty. Move your ass, cunt, and get it over her pronto!"
He fired the gun through the ceiling of the cabin. The deafening roar made Vanessa jump even faster than she'd intended. Stumbling, almost falling, she hurried to the indicated position.
"Spread those legs wide. And I want you to grab hold of the overhead compartment handles. No, hell, I'll tie you so you won't go fucking up when we really get to fucking you."
In less than a minute, Remington had secured the woman's ankles to seats on either side of the aisle. Her hands were tied to the handles of the overhead racks. She was naked and spread-eagle for their fucking pleasure.
"This is a sight for sore eyes," said Keegan. "And my eyes are nearly as sore as my prick from watching you strip for me. God, that was a sexy dance." He ran down the zipper on his pants and let his long, hard prick flop out. It quivered hard and eager in front of his crotch.
"Shut up and get on with fucking her, Keegan," said Remington. "I want to feel her nice, hot ass surrounding my prick. And I bet her ass is as hot as honey bun's back there."
Keegan moved up in front of Vanessa. The dark-haired stewardess watched him with eyes wide with horror. She could hardly believe they had strung her up like this. While she hadn't seen what Remington had done to Louise under the wing of the airplane, she couldn't have missed him staking her out naked under the burning sun. She at least didn't have that pain and humiliation to endure.
She still almost fainted when Keegan's long cock nudged her pussy-lips, and then rammed straight and true through her outer cunt-lips. He paused for a second when only the head of his prick was hidden in her pussy, then he shot all the way up her fuck-tunnel.
Her tight cunt-walls stretched to take his thick cock. Still, she almost fainted from the sudden fucking of her cunt. She wasn't lubricated for the fucking - not yet. But the way the man's cock pulsed and throbbed against her most sensitive tissues made her moan in pleasure. She couldn't help it. And with the joy she felt surging in her loins came a gush of her thick, frothy cunt-oils.
"Hey, she's already damp for me. My cock's really turning her on in a big way!" cried Keegan.
"Sure, man, I told you it would. But watch what you do with that gun. I don't want to get my hard blown-off if you pull the trigger when you come."
"You're the only one who does that, Remington. Ah, shit, I'm not going to argue. I'm going to fuck!"
Keegan stuffed the gun in his belt and moved closer. Vanessa felt the gun rubbing up against her belly but she said nothing. The feel of his thick cock fucking her tight, clutching little pussy was more than enough to take away any feelings of discomfort.
She just wished she could have fucked more normally. Doing it with her hands and legs tied down the way they were made her feel helpless. She might as well have been a slave at an auction for all the freedom she had. And these two men, for all the pleasure she felt at the moment, were capable of vicious acts that could give him even more pain.
She found out quickly about that. The dark-haired woman felt Remington moving around behind her. And then his cock poked between the meaty slabs of her ass. He plummeted all the way down to the bottom of that hot and humid crack until he found the tightly fisted ring of her asshole.
"Ohhhh!" she sobbed. "That hurts! You're hurting me! Don't fuck me up the ass. Not while he's fucking my pussy!"
"Oh, listen to the little girl use all those naughty words," chided Remington. "I think she had to be taught a lesson. Fifty strokes?"
"At least," panted Keegan, intent on fucking the tightly clinging hole of her cunt. He had his hands on the woman's hips to balance him as he thrust vigorously into her snatch.
Vanessa felt the man's spit-slickened cock force its way up into her ass-channel. She screamed as pain lanced through her loins. But once the cock had berthed itself securely in the tight confines of her asshole, she felt a little better. It had hurt going in, but it didn't hurt now.
Quite the contrary. It felt damned good. That long, hard prick was throbbing slowly with the beat of the man's heart. It pulsated and pressed seductively against her ass-tunnel while Keegan continued to fuck in and out of her cunt. She felt herself coming alive, more alive than she'd ever felt in her life.
This wasn't something she wanted, she told herself. They had her tied down and they both raped her. She could let her pent up emotions run free. She didn't have to worry about guilt; they were forcing her to do this.
And she enjoyed it so much she came almost instantly. The tumultuous feelings of orgasm blasted through her and scoured her body clean of all pain. Then she discovered that Remington and Keegan could give her pain, too.
"She gets fifty strokes," said Remington. "So here they come." He pulled back from her asshole until only the thick head of his cock remained in the compressed ring of her ass-muscle. Then he began fucking her with long, violent strokes. "One!" he yelled.
His hips thrust forward and his hairy crotch ground into her naked ass and his cock ground into her asshole. She screamed and tried to get away from his punishment. She couldn't. The ropes on her ankles and wrists held her too tight for that.
He pulled out slowly, agonizingly, then slammed home again, his balls wetly slapping against her pussy-lips. "Two!" he cried out.
Three. Four. Ten. Twenty.
He kept fucking until she thought she would die. He didn't even seem to tire. His prick could punish her ass forever, she thought. What was worse than the burning sensation throughout her ass was the feeling in her gut whenever the two men fucked into her body at the same time.
Their cocks pressed together mightily through her delicate, thin inner membrane. The undersides of their peckers irritated her sensitive guts. And the filled-to-overflowing feeling made her feel like puking. She couldn't understand it. She had thought she would love having two pricks in her at the same time.
She was totally wrong.
The helpless feeling came back to haunt her. Being tied up was already getting to be a drag. Fear raped her as surely as either of the men. At their mercy. Tied. A cunt to be fucked. An asshole for the other man's prick. That was all she was, an object to be used.
"Arrrghhh!" she choked as she came. The feelings were so intense in her pussy she couldn't hold them back. Fear and longing for more cock mingled in her cunt and produced one of the hardest comes she'd ever felt. The orgasm earth quaked through her tender young body and made her teeth rattle.
As she came down, she felt Keegan building up speed. Her cunt burned with the speed and intensity of his fucking. His eyes were clamped shut and sweat poured off his face.
And then his prick slipped from her fuck-sauce-slickened cunt. He stumbled backwards and fell, his prick gushing out his cum onto the floor. He looked up, surprised, then cursed under his breath.
"You made me do that, cunt! I wanted to come inside your pussy. And you made me slide out!" He slapped her as hard as he could. She felt her lip split. Blood ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits. And all the time Keegan was beating her, Remington fucked her up the ass.
She burned inside from that fucking. And the way he hung on to her waist, she didn't think he would slip out before he came, too. She couldn't even hunch over and change the entry angle of his cock. It burned a groove through her tender flesh.
"I . . . oh, shiiit!" cried Remington. He began firing. His gun shot out a loud report as the first spurt of his cum lanced into her bowels. The woman couldn't tell if he was firing the bullets into her asshole of if his cum seared all the way up into her belly.
It hardly mattered. She came every time the gun fired and every time his prick spurted out another gooey gob of jism.
And while she was coming, Keegan continued to slap her. She felt her head snapping hard from side to side in response to his open handed blows. And she felt her hips yielding to the insistent fucking from behind.
Sagging weakly, Vanessa hung from the ropes around her wrists. Remington had shot his wad and Keegan had backed off, anger still contorting his weasel-like face.
"A good fuck," said Remington.
"The hell it was," snapped Keegan. "I didn't get my rocks off inside her like I wanted. I gotta have more!"
Chapter Eight
Vanessa shivered in reaction to hearing Keegan's complaint. She was the one strung up. She would be the one he took out his anger on. The woman spat out more blood oozing out of her cut lip and prayed that the hijacker would decide that it wasn't her fault at all.
She wasn't that lucky.
"Cunt! You did it to me!" raged Keegan. He lashed out at her again with his hand, slapping her repeatedly. The dark-haired stewardess hoped that Remington would stop his partner. But he didn't. If anything, he probably got off even more on seeing her brutalized.
"I'm going to ram this all the way up your twat and then pull the trigger. How would you like that, cunt?"
He shoved the barrel of his gun between her pussy-lips. The woman shivered at the feel of cold metal and almost cried out. She bit down on her bleeding lip and caused even more of the red fluid to flow. But she remained silent as he began gun-fucking her.
Her inner juices leaked down the barrel of the pistol. The coldness quickly went away as her body warmed the steel. And her cunt-juices made the thrusting in and out along her sensitive pussy-flesh easier.
When Keegan realized this, he pulled the gun out of her twat with a dull plop.
"Bitch," he said, sneering at her. "You're too cheap for me to waste my time. I'll go fuck the other bitch instead and make you watch."
"Why don't you bring up Blondie and have her, Keegan?" asked Remington. "I think she was a hell of a fine lay."
"You don't want her anymore?" asked the weasel-faced man suspiciously.
"We're partners, man!" exclaimed Remington. "What's mine is yours. Take her. She will probably welcome you with open arms."
Keegan turned and went down the back stairs and got out of the plane. A few minutes later, he pulled the sunburned, bruised and abused stewardess along behind him. With a savage tug, he threw her onto her hands and knees on the floor.
"Louise!" cried Vanessa. "What have they done to you? Your hair! It's all greasy and . . . "Vanessa stopped talking, horror mirrored on her face as she saw what Louise looked like.
The once beautiful blonde was haggard. Her lips were cracked from the intense heat. Her muscles knotted and twitched from the strain she had been under. Worst of all was the sunburn. She was half-red, her tits tender and sore. From behind, she was as white as ever.
Louise looked up at the tied Vanessa and croaked, "So they're up to tying you, too. It . . . it's hell, Vanessa, Hell!"
"Shut up, cunt. We'll tell you when to speak."
"Good going, Keegan," said Remington. "But why waste all that cum of yours on the floor? Why don't you have her lick it up like a dog?"
"Yeah, just like the bitch she is. Lick up my jism, baby, and make it snappy. I want to see that tongue of yours working on the rug."
Keegan came in behind her and lashed her across the back with his belt. The leather strap made a loud slapping sound as it blistered her soft flesh. She painfully moved across the aisle until she came to the white, wet gooey spot on the rug.
Bending forward, she raked her tongue along the rough rug. She almost gagged. Dirt mixed in with the man's jizz. But it was wet. And she had been dying for any sort of liquid. They had refused her any drinks. Cum was moisture of a sort. And it felt good against her tongue.
She licked more eagerly now, tasting the salty acrid flavor of his cum all over her tongue. But she was regaining a little of her strength if not her dignity - which had been totally stripped from her along with her clothes.
Louise couldn't imagine how they could do anything more to degrade her. But she was wrong. They found a way. As she licked, her ass jutted up into the air. Keegan used his belt on her perky ass, whipping it with long, swift strokes that sent waves of pain rippling throughout her body.
"Ummmmmm. Oh! That hurts so baaaaaad!" she moaned.
"Keep licking, bitch," said Keegan, enjoying his domination of the woman. "I want to see all the jizz licked up in five seconds. Suck, damn you, suck it all up and be quick about it!"
The belt lashed repeatedly against her raised ass. She felt the blows landing in a pattern until her ass was crisscrossed with ugly red welts from the whipping. Louise guessed she looked like a piece of plaid from the rear. And from the front she was a solid, hot red.
The fever in her tits almost made her pass out. They were throbbing with the pain of the sunburn. She needed hospital care - and soon - or she would die. But neither of the men seemed likely to let her go. She dropped down and pressed her lips firmly to the floor. She sucked hard and all the cum was gone in a split second.
But they didn't give her the chance to relish the wetness in her mouth. Keegan used some rope to fasten her hands behind her back. As she tried to raise up to a kneeling position, he shoved her back down. Her face rested on the floor while her ass was up in the air.
"I like this view," explained Keegan. "I like it so much, I want you to stay like that no matter what."
Louise moaned as the man began whipping her butt with his belt again. The angry red crease Remington had put in her soft flesh with the bullet he'd fired burned as if she'd had her ass dipped into acid. And every single blow from the belt rocked her forward. With her arms securely bound behind her back, she had to take all the force of the blow by shoving her face into the rough, scratchy rug.
"What do you want from me?" she asked. "What? You've beaten me and tied me up and raped me and hung me up by my hair and sunburned me and . . ." She couldn't go on. She broke down crying.
"Aw, listen to that, Keegan," said Remington. "The poor thing's crying. What do you do when a baby cries?"
"Soothe it," the man said. "Or maybe give it a bottle. Yeah, I'd give it a bottle."
"And this chick's just too tied up to be able to hold onto it, right? So that means you'd better put it in the other end."
Louise heard the words distantly but she hardly understood what the men were talking about. All this seemed to be a nightmare for her. It couldn't be real. Nothing this painful could be real, she thought.
And then she found out the true extent of their viciousness and brutality. She heard Remington coming up and asking her, "What's your favorite booze, Blondie? Bourbon? Vodka? Scotch?"
She didn't answer. She had no reason to believe they would give her the drink she so desperately needed. They wouldn't even give her water. They made her lick up a dollop of cum on the floor, instead.
"Scotch. Blondie like Scotch," said Keegan. "And I got about forty of those dipshit bottles they use." He rattled a tiny case of the miniature bottles and the clinking glass made Louise long for the days when all she had to do was go up and down the aisles asking the passengers what they wanted to drink.
And she had actually, at one time, disliked the male passengers who had pinched her ass. Now that seemed like the mildest of all possible things to her. After this, she would never complain.
If there was an after for her. She might just die on the spot from the sunburn or the whippings they continued to give her at random.
"Got the hose here," said Remington. "You got everything ready?"
"Sure do," said Keegan. "The chick is going to get all the liquid she ever wanted. All of it booze, too. And don't you dare spill a drop, Blondie. If you do, you're a goner."
Louise heard but didn't understand. And then, as they shoved the hose into her asshole and she felt the burning of the Scotch being poured into her asshole, she understood too well.
"No, you can't give me an enema like this. It . . . it'll kill meeeee!"
She almost fell forward. To have done so would have caused her sunburned tits and pussy-mound to rub on the rough rug. She caught herself just in time. It took great strength in her belly muscles to hold herself up. But the flood of burning alcohol into her bowels drove her out of her mind with pain.
The alcohol burned and seared her insides until she was sure they would kill her with it. She sobbed and cried out in agony and still they continued to pour in the Scotch. She felt the hose wiggle around in her guts, then shove in even deeper to make sure they were reaching her innermost parts.
She felt her belly becoming bloated. She looked down and saw her stomach hanging down as if she were seven months pregnant. The pressure of the Scotch insider her body was almost more than she could bear.
"Enough," said Remington. To her, he added, "If you spill one lousy fucking drop of that expensive Scotch, Blondie, it'll be this." He fired the gun. The bullet smashed into the floor just inches from her head.
She moaned and shied away from the spot where the bullet had gone through the metal. But she had bigger worries. She wanted to puke. The flood of liquor in her guts pushed up on the underside of her stomach causing a gag reflex. She knew it wouldn't do any good to vomit. She had nothing in her stomach. And the blonde stewardess had heard what they would do is she relaxed and tried to let all that liquid flow back through her asshole.
They would shoot her in the head.
It seemed the most humane thing they could do to her. Louise was wrong, though, when she thought they would fill her up with the Scotch and then leave her alone. That wasn't their style.
"Ride'em cowboy!" cried Keegan, straddling her back and digging his heels into her side. "Come on, trot, baby. Show'em true racehorse form."
She could only inch along like some half-dead worm. With her hands securely and painfully tied behind her back, she couldn't even support the man's weight. After all she had been subjected to that day, she couldn't have anyway. But Keegan only put some of his weight on her back.
It was the painful whacks of his belt on her naked, burning ass that moved her along.
She struggled and strained to move as he ordered her. Every single muscle in her body tensed in agony. Her bloated belly swung beneath her once trim waist in a mockery of all she had been subjected to. Pain was a constant reminder of the hijacking.
The blonde woman was no longer sure that Keegan and Remington wanted the gold in exchange for the airplane and its crew. She thought now they only wanted some sick sexual kicks at the expense of the three stewardesses.
"Yahoooo!" cried Keegan. "Look at that! I'm getting my boner back. I knew the blonde chick could do it for me."
"So, go on and fuck her. Take her like a bitch in heat," urged Remington, enjoying the spectacle of Louise being totally degraded and abused.
"I sure as hell ain't gonna fuck her up the asshole," laughed Keegan. "And if you leak even one tiny drop of that shitty booze onto me, I'll blow your fucking brains out. Got it?"
She could only shake her head weakly. The woman kept hanging onto life with a grim determination. She thought she was too young to die, but the pain was more than she could take. The way her guts churned and roiled around inside from the load of almost a quart of Scotch in her bowels made her want to die then and there.
But she hung on. She had to. She wanted revenge on these evil men. The idea that she might one day get it kept her sane and alive.
The pain raced through her as Keegan dropped down behind her. He had pulled down his pants and she felt his hairy upper thighs grinding into her tender asscheeks. She sobbed bitterly as his cock forced its way down between her tensed up buttocks and sought out the gooey slash of her cunt-lips.
"Keep it tight like that, baby," he said. "I like tight pussy."
She had no choice. If she relaxed for an instant, the flood of Scotch and shit from her asshole would inundate the man. It was a tempting idea. She almost released control to shit all over him until she saw Remington sitting in one of the seats, smiling, watching, waiting.
He would kill her on the spot. He stroked along the barrel of his gun. She remembered the cold steel running in and out of her cunt, her ass. He would stuff it up her and pull the trigger. The bullet would sear along her tender insides and kill her - eventually. She might not die right away. Her blood might mingle with the Scotch and shit all over the place before she croaked.
A messy death.
Louise stayed as tense as possible when Keegan's cock began stroking back and forth along the slash of her pink, delicately scalloped cunt-lips. She felt her body begin to churn out its usual load of frothy love-oils. She hated the way she responded to cock, any cock. This was degrading in the extreme.
The men did horrible things to her and then stuck their pricks into her cunt - and she responded sexually. She hated it and couldn't do a damned thing about it. The blonde had always enjoyed fucking before and the bodily responses came as normally as the sun coming up in the morning.
"Tight, God, is she ever tight. But it must be nearly sunset," grunted Keegan. "I can feel the tide inside her body!"
Remington laughed at his partner's joke. Louise wasn't so sure it was a joke. The way the Scotch sloshed around in her intestines might be governed by the tides. It sure pulled her out of shape.
And then she gasped when Keegan found his target. He had been stroking along the edges of her pussy-lips, content to drench his prick with her thick fuck-juices. Now, he positioned himself so that the blunted head of his cock pushed hard into her cunt-hole.
He surged all the way into her pussy. For a second, his cock seemed to hang up about an inch into her fuck-tunnel. He rotated his hips and found a slightly different angle and plunged balls-deep into her cunt.
She didn't think there was room inside her for both the Scotch enema and the man's cock. She was wrong. But holding in that smelly, burning tide of the liquid was harder than ever when she could also feel his cock hotly throbbing against her tortured innards.
"You're killing me!" she cried. "I can't take any more of this. Let me get rid of the Scotch! Please!"
"Not one drop," panted Keegan. "And I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
He had already kept that promise. She was bursting inside from the pressure of the enema. Her muscles were about at the point of collapse. Her wrists hurt where he had so cruelly tied them. Her ass was on fire. Her tits throbbed and had begun to crinkle up as the flesh peeled off. And her pussy-mound felt like millions of fire ants were crawling on it and nipping at her tender flesh.
Sunburned and beaten. Roped and raped. She was getting more than any ten women should have endured. And the thought hit the blonde stewardess that the other women had been the recipients of this treatment, too. She was not being singled out.
How did any of them survive?
She gritted her teeth and concentrated on keeping the smelly liquor in her guts. That was all she could do. But thinking about only that was getting harder and harder as the man slowly fucked her cunt.
The friction of his prick against her cunt-flesh turned her on. She panted and gasped in erotic response to his fucking. And the twitching and dancing of his virile prick in her tightly held fuck-channel made controlling her desires all the more difficult.
"Oh, ohhh!" she moaned. "Your cock is so big inside me."
"And getting bigger," muttered Keegan. "Shit, I can hardly fuck her without coming. She turns me on a lot."
His hairy legs punished her whipped ass by rubbing harder and harder against it. The man's cock plunged deep into her twat and stirred around, making it almost impossible for her to hang onto the load of booze up her asshole. The warmth from the fucking spread throughout her loins and warmed the Scotch enema.
His hands stroked along her flanks and then moved slowly around her body. She cringed as he reached for her clit. He had to cross her sunburned pussy-mound to get to it. She thanked her lucky stars that her clitoris hadn't been sunburned, too, from the way he savagely fingered it.
Electric tremors of orgasm began flashing through her body. She shuddered as his fingers brushed the tip of her sensitive clit and then she came. The woman wasn't able to keep from losing the flood of her enema.
"Noooooo!" she cried out as she climaxed.
But she succeeded in holding back some of it. She had to chop off her come to do it, but only a few drops had leaked from her ass. The woman turned and looked up at Remington. The man had his gun waiting for her.
She tightened up even more and felt intense pressure in her guts. With the man fucking her the way he was, this tightened up her cunt around his prick like fingers around a steel bar.
"Goddamn, she's hot and tight. And I can feel the Scotch sloshing around just a fraction of an inch away from my prick. It's more than I can take!"
The man's rhythm turned ragged and he fucked her with all the power in his hips. She cried out and almost fainted from the impact of his body against her whipped and raped ass. And then he came.
The out rush of his hot jism hardly affected her this time - she thought. He pumped hard and fast into her cunt and then dribbled out, his prick exhausted by the frantic fucking.
Then she relaxed a little and out poured a steady flood of the Scotch enema. She collapsed forward not caring that she lay in a pool of the Scotch and her own liquefied shit. The blonde waited for the bullet from Remington's gun to put her out of her misery.
It never came.
Chapter Nine
"You animals!" cried Vanessa, who had been watching the whole act with horror. "How can you treat her that way?"
"What way, bitch?" asked Keegan. "She's just getting some fun, aren't you, Blondie?" A hard shoe poked into Louise's side. She hardly felt it. Her guts heaved and her belly felt weak and empty after she had let go of all that Scotch enema in her.
"She won't answer, not right away," said Remington. "But she'll come around soon enough. If she doesn't, I think it would be nice for her to clean up all this mess. With her tongue."
Louise heard that and shivered with dread. How much more could they demand of her? Why her? She realized that she was the one they concentrated their evilness on. Vanessa had been raped repeatedly, and so had Darlene, but the things they tolerated were nothing compared to the methodical tortures the two hijackers heaped on her.
"Let her go," called out Captain Jackson. "You're killing the poor woman. So far, no one's died. She will if you keep it up."
"So hijacking isn't a federal rap? We can get more than that than we'd ever get for rape or murder. That's the way the law reads, Captain Jack," said Remington, boasting openly of their accomplishments.
"You're wrong. If we plead with the judge for leniency . . ."
"Which, you'd never do, not now, not after all this," said Remington. "Nope, Keegan and I like it here. The desert is a bit barren but the blonde chick makes roughing it a pleasure, don't you Blondie?"
"Don't touch me!" she screamed.
"Listen to that, Remington," said the other hijacker. "She's turning unsociable. We should teach her a lesson."
"I agree. Do it."
Remington leaned back in his seat and propped his feet up on the seat in front as he watched Keegan advance on the bound and helpless woman. Her blue eyes widened in fear but she couldn't speak, not even to scream. She felt drained and yet totally afraid at the same time. She shook her head sending out blonde cascades of hair.
"Yeah, baby, I'm going to have some more fun with you," said Keegan. He dropped to her side and pulled out a filthy handkerchief. He flipped it around a few times then blindfolded her with it.
She was cast into total darkness. She had nothing but the input from her tortured nerve endings to tell her what was happening. The stench of her Scotch enema filled her nostrils. The sounds coming to her ears weren't too helpful.
But the pain!
She sobbed bitterly from the pain, she felt throughout her body. They hadn't neglected a single place to inflict agony on her. She tried to categorize it, itemize it, and tried to will it away. The woman failed because of the overwhelming amounts of sheer agony.
Her wrists were cut from the rope around them. Her hands were puffed up and dead from lack of circulation. Her shoulders and neck and scalp tingled constantly from being suspended under the wing of the airplane. She vowed to cut her precious blonde hair as short as possible whenever she got free - if she ever got out of this alive.
Her body was half-sunburned and very raw and tender. Her tits wrinkled prunes and her pussy-mound trembled from the pain inside her.
And her ass!
The spot where the bullet had ceased her made sharp pangs of torture pass into her unprotected asscheeks. But the whipping with the belt had really made her burn and cry with pain.
And inside, she was even worse off. Her cunt had been fucked repeatly. She felt as floppy and loose inside as a fifty-year-old whore. But it was up her ass that she felt real agony.
Where the Scotch enema had flowed, she burned as if acid had been pumped into her guts. All through her intestines she quivered, trying to fight off the sharp pain of that alcoholic enema. Her guts were still bloated even though she had expelled the smelly liquid. She wanted to look down and see how her once-trim body looked.
The blindfold cut off even that small reward for her endurance. She was blind and couldn't tell what Keegan and Remington were doing around her. She guessed from the terrified gasps of Vanessa and the others that it must be pretty bad. The blonde stewardess vowed not to let anything more upset her, but she was still lost in pain and suffering.
She refused to please the men further by showing how much she hurt.
"You can't do that to her!" shouted Vanessa. "It's inhuman!"
And then the bound, blindfolded woman felt something poking into her cunt-lips. At first, she didn't recognize it. Then the cold steel tickled her nerve endings enough for her to recognize the barrel of Remington's gun, the gun that had raped her up the ass already.
The dull sound of the cocking hammer made her freeze. The man had rammed it up her cunt, then pulled back the hammer. There were shells in the cylinder. Remington had made a big deal out of showing her that he had reloaded. That hammer held back just inches from the firing of a bullet that would go completely through her body.
"Like it, cunt? Is this more your speed?"
"Take it out. Don't shoot me up my pussy. Please don't do this to me!" she cried out, frantic. She was scared shitless.
"Naw, that would be cheating. Besides, you like this, don't you?"
He began fucking her with the barrel of the gun. She felt it move in and out slowly. Her tortured cunt flesh trembled and tried to recoil from the gun barrel. The front gun sight cut into her tender, juicy flesh. The cold barrel sent tremors throughout her body. Most of all, her mind blanked out with the stark horror of the situation.
"She likes it," said Keegan. "Keep doing it. I like watching the way her ass sways back and forth."
Louise's mind had fogged over with shock. She knew where she was and what was happening to her, but nothing else. She hung suspended in space and time, blind, only feeling what the men wanted her to feel. And the hijackers allowed her only the most painful and degrading of experiences.
She felt Remington place his hand on her well-spanked ass. He used this as leverage to fuck her pussy even faster with the barrel of the gun. She tensed in fear and clamped down hard on the steel cylinder in her tight fuck-tunnel.
"She's coming," laughed Remington. "She actually got off. I felt her cunt convulse around the gun. Should I fire it?"
"Fire!" cried Keegan. "Now!"
"NOOOOO!" shrieked Vanessa. The others only gasped.
Louise was ready for the worst. Remington shoved the gun even deeper into her twat and said, "I think I will fire. Are you ready to have your cunt filled with burning lead, bitch?"
The words wouldn't come. She couldn't plead with him. She couldn't even cry out in pain and rage. There was nothing left inside her.
The barrel of the gun tilted against her tender cunt-flesh as the man's fingers tensed on the trigger. She heard the dull click of the hammer falling - and then nothing.
* * *
Louise had no idea how long she had been unconscious. She was hardly aware that she had returned to the real world of the hijackers. Blindfolded as she was, she could hardly tell if she were awake or not.
The nagging pain in her body finally convinced her she was awake. And when the men discovered it, she was greeted with new agony. A sharp, searing, burning sensation on her arm brought forth a cry of stark pain from her lips.
"Amazing how a tiny little cigarette can create such pain, isn't it?" asked Remington.
She smelled the smoke from his cigarette, but the stench of her burned flesh was even worse. She gagged and wanted to puke. They didn't allow her the dignity of doing even that.
Strong hands pulled her back onto her knees. Then she was hoisted into one of the seats. The blonde stewardess almost passed out again from the pain in her ass. The bullet wound, the spanking, the rape and the rest were taking a potent toll on her body.
"What do we do with her now?" asked Keegan.
"I want to fuck her again. But it's obvious she's not going to cooperate. She thinks this limp, rag-doll approach is going to keep my cock out of her pussy, I guess. She's wrong, dead wrong."
Louise knew better than to argue with the men, now. They would do whatever they wanted to her. But she felt she had to say something.
"I hate you! God is my witness, I'll get even. I swear I will. I don't know how or when or where, but I will . . ." She stopped when she felt the cold barrel of the gun shoved against her cunt, again.
"It's loaded this time, Blondie," Remington said in a menacing voice.
"Fuck her, Remington. Go on. I want to watch!"
"He wants to watch," laughed Remington. "He's my friend. I can't turn down a friend, can I, Blondie? Get down the back steps. Come on, I'll show you the way."
He lifted her to her feet and spun her around. She stumbled, her legs refusing to hold her up. She had experienced too much to keep going. And yet she felt she had to. She had to show these men that they might be able to rape her and torture her, but they'd never break her. Louise had no idea what it was like to be in a concentration camp, but it couldn't be much worse than this.
She staggered forward and managed to fall down the stairs. She felt the hot wind gusting around her naked body, sucking out even more of her precious moisture. Left alone out in the desert, she would be dead in nothing flat.
Unseen hands pulled her back up the steps. She felt those same hands undoing the ropes on her wrists - but not for long. Hope flared and was cruelly taken away in a split second. Her hands were retired to the flimsy aluminum railing.
And then her legs were hoisted and similarly tied. She felt the hot air blowing across her tortured snatch. In this spread-eagle position, she was vulnerable again, even more so than she had been before. Before, she could clamp her thighs tightly shut and pray that none of the men could force their cocks into her cunt or asshole. This way, her pussy was widely exposed all the time.
She dangled down, supported only by the ropes on her wrists and ankles. Her strength ebbed and flowed. Worse of all, they had left on the blindfold. She couldn't see what they were doing.
"Should we sell her to the Arab sheik, there?" asked Keegan. "He digs blondes a lot. Doesn't have many in his harem."
She had heard no one come up. They were trying to panic her. They succeeded.
"Nope, he won't buy unless he sees how good she fucks. Should we let the camel jockey fuck her?"
"Better not," said Keegan. "Looks like his cock is about ready to rot off from leprosy or something."
"He won't take her any other way. He says he fucks her before he pays a single dime. I guess that doesn't leave us any choice. We got to let him fuck her cunt, not matter what his pecker looks like. Sorry about that, Blondie, but business is business."
"No, you can't. Not if you . . . oh!"
She felt the throbbing tip of a prick shoved hard between her legs. The cock-head bounced off her cunt-lips and went sliding down between her fleshy asscheeks. The pain and joy lancing into her body weren't to be denied. But was this some diseased Arab sheik? Or were they lying to make her fearful?
She was already scared to death. But the idea of being fucked by someone with a dread venereal disease - or leprosy! - terrified her to the point where she began to sob again.
"No, no, don't let him, please. I'll do anything. Don't let hiiiiim!:
The cock shoved all the way between her pussy-lips and plunged far into her twat. She shuddered under the impact of his body against hers. His crotch ground passionately, stimulating her clit and arousing the sunburned flesh of her pussy-mound so much she almost came.
The pain that had been raging in her body was seductively replaced by pleasure. They gave her pain, then pleasure, only to come back again with more degradation and anguish. She hated them with a vengeance that knew no bounds. And she was totally powerless to do anything to them. They were the ones in control and they could do whatever they wanted to her.
The fucking continued with powerful thrusts all the way up into her juicy twat. She accepted it as a cure-all for the pain already in her body. Being dangled between the railings caused her a considerable amount of pain from the chaffing of her wrists and ankles and the strain it placed on her arms and legs, but the passion building in her loins offset this - surprisingly enough.
"Fuck me, sheik!" she cried out. "Show those hijackers how a real man can fuck a woman!"
The tempo of the fucking increased. The cock drilled hard and fast through her abused flesh and found parts of her cunt that hadn't been touched by a man's prick in a long time. Every single square-inch of her pussy throbbed with pleasure. This was the first time since Remington had shown her the gun and forced her to suck him off that she had felt any joy whatsoever.
"Fuck, sheik, fuck me good. Give my pussy everything that the hijackers couldn't. Make me come. Make me feel good all over!"
She nurtured the faint feels of joy mounting in her belly. The fucking had made her tense up enough so that she felt better now. The bloating from the Scotch enema was about gone. The burning up her ass still stayed with her, but she could ignore it if the pleasure in her pussy build enough.
The woman began flopping up and down, driving her snatch down around the impaling spike of cock. She didn't doubt that it was one of the hijackers fucking her - probably Remington. But she wanted to come and erase some of the horror in her body and to get back at them.
"No American ever fucked me like this . You're great, sheik. Give me more of that cock of yours. Pleasure me goooooooood!"
She shivered when she felt her cunt-juices leaking around the thick plug of cock in her pussy and down the insides of her asscheeks. The lubricants soothed her tortured flesh.
And then she came.
It hammered into her body and made her toss about until she thought her arms and legs would be jerked from their sockets. Being hung suspended between the railings wasn't the best way to fuck, but it relieved the pain she felt whenever her sunburned body touched something hard.
"You lousy fucking bitch!" cried Remington. "You know I'm the one fucking you, not some Arab camel jockey. You stupid cunt!"
He punished her with his prick. He fucked her until she was panting with lust, then he would pull out until she cooled off. Then he would fuck her hard again to the point of needing to come.
The constant unfulfilled feeling mounted inside her until she thought she might go mad from it. She was hornier now than she had even been in her life. The feel of his cock aroused her. When she got to the point of orgasm, he would stop and deny her the ultimate in human pleasure.
But the woman realized this was also having its toll on Remington. He couldn't keep up the pace for long without shooting his jism.
She was right.
He fucked hard and fast. She felt his prick pulsing hotly, expanding and pressing against her trembling cunt-walls. The turgid cock would erupt in cum any second. Knowing this, she tensed her pussy-muscles to trap him in the hot, clinging confines of her belly. She partially succeeded. He had to pull hard. Only the slick juices allowed him to escape.
But when he came, he spewed his jism all over her belly and tits and face. She laughed at him. She had triumphed. While she hadn't come, she had been able to make him feel a little less a man. That was a moot victory for her though, when he jumped past her and left her hanging out in the drying wind, her juicy cunt fully exposed to the stinging sand of the storm brewing.
Louise passed out, the blackness a welcome relief for her.
Chapter Ten
"Are you all right, Louise?" came Darlene's voice. "You look more dead than alive."
"That's the way I feel," the blonde stewardess admitted. "What happened? Did they leave?"
"Hardly. They just had a brief lapse into humanity. They decided to let us attend to you before you died from exposure."
"God, your cunt," whispered Vanessa. "It looks like a mess. Sorry."
"I know what you mean. I feel a mess. But why are they picking on me?" The woman realized how that sounded and quickly added, "I mean I'm glad they're not doing this to you two, but why did they pick me for all this?"
"Something to do with Remington's ex-girlfriend, I think. She was a blonde, or something, and he has it in for all blondes. He sure as hell has it in for you, Louise. I don't know how you survived it all." Darlene put a cold rag on the woman's face and washed away some of the desert grit caked there.
"We can't do a whole lot of nursing for you. We don't have more than some aspirin."
"I'll take anything, thanks," said the abused blonde stewardess. "But I think I scored a point against Remington when I claimed it was a sheik fucking me instead of him. But I knew it was him and not some Arab."
"She's delirious," said Darlene.
"No, no I'm not. It was like this . . . "
Before she could explain how they had strung her up and threatened her with being fucked by a diseased Arab, an angry voice cut it.
"Are you finished with her yet? We got some hot and horny guys out here who want a piece of her action."
"What do you mean?" asked Darlene apprehensively. "What are you going to make them do?"
Her eyes darted around. She saw the three men's cocks still tied with the thin-thread. Somehow, just from their slight movements, the nooses around their pricks had tightened. As the string pulled harder on the men's cocks, they all got erections. She could see the blood hammering into each one, making them buck with seeming lust.
"Look at them," said Remington. "Aren't they just about the horniest things you ever saw? All them guys got boners that would make even me proud." He glanced down at his own limp prick, limp from having fucked Louise so recently. "I figure we owe it to them."
"You'd kill Louise, but you think you owe those three men something?" scoffed Vanessa. "Don't make me laugh. You're sadists wanting to torture her."
"Shut up," said Remington, a sneer on his face. "I'm the one calling the shots around here. All the shots." He cocked the gun and dragged it slowly over the tied woman's tits.
She shivered at the touch. When he pressed it firmly into her tit and went "bang!" she almost passed out from fright. He laughed at her and then turned back to the flight crew. The three men glared at Remington, hate in their eyes. They didn't like what the hijackers were doing any more than the stewardesses did.
"Yeah, you three studs have been good and haven't given us no lip. We think you should have some nookie as a reward."
"Louise?" asked Captain Jackson.
"Of course. Every stud likes blonde pussy. And this blonde's pussy is about the best. Hell, man, look at it. All nice and red and cheerful looking. It's just waiting for cock."
"So's her asshole," chimed in Keegan.
"And you can't forget her mouth. God, can that bitch suck cock. Why, when she and I went into that back john and she sucked on my cock, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. It was that good."
"Surely you guys want some action like that," said Keegan. "She's a tight one up the pussy and ass and her mouth's the best ever. You heard what Remington said about that."
"Go to hell," said Joel.
Remington slapped the co-pilot hard across the face. The man staggered and cried out in pain. The thread around his balls tightened up to the point where he feared it might cut off his cock and balls totally.
The others tied together grunted in pain, too, but they didn't let on that they were in any real pain. They both recognized the fact that Remington and Keegan fed like vampires on suffering. The more that was shown, the more insatiable would the hijackers' lusts become.
"You'll do just as you're told," said Remington. "Otherwise, we start wasting people. Like honey buns, there." He pointed his gun at Darlene's head and aimed along the barrel, closing one eye and making a big production out of it. "At this range, who could miss?"
"I'll get Blondie," said Keegan, eager to see what would happen next. He came back with the half-dead stewardess. She fell into a limp pile at their feet. Remington looked at her and smiled.
"She's just what the doctor ordered for these hot and horny guys. Okay, crew, here's the drill. You get onto your back so you can shove that prick up into her pussy." He snapped the slender thread holding Captain Jackson and shoved the man onto the floor.
The captain glared up at Remington as the hijacker rolled Louise over onto his supine body.
"Help him get his prick into the right slot, Keegan," said Remington.
"Not on your life, man. I don't touch no other guy's balls. Let one of the chicks do it. You," he said, pointing to Darlene. "You're not all tied up. You stuff his prick into her cunt."
Darlene went over, shaking with pent up fury. But as long as the men threatened her with the guns, she was powerless to do anything but obey them.
"I'm sorry, Captain, Louise. Really I am."
"Sorry, hell," laughed Remington. "You'd do anything to get your hands on Captain Jack's balls. Go on and fondle them while you're down there. It'll do you both a world of good."
Louise felt the woman's hands brushing across her cunt-lips. She sighed and leaned heavily against the captain's broad chest. Resting her head on the man's breast, she could hear his heart strongly beating deep inside. When Darlene grabbed his cock and began fumbling it into the woman's juicy slit, the man's heart started beating more strongly.
"Ummmm," said Louise. "Feels so nice. So good having you in me," she whispered hotly to the captain. And she wasn't lying. She meant it. She had been abused and raped and beaten until every single muscle in her body protested. But this was going to be good. The captain couldn't hurt her. He wouldn't if he could. He was a nice man.
"Go on and fuck yourself on his prick, Blondie," said Remington. "I want to see that well-spanked ass of yours moving on his cock."
Louise hunched up and got her knees under her enough to begin moving her hips. She couldn't get much motion, but the feel of his prick moving slightly in her hot cunt thrilled her more than she'd thought it would. This was more like a normal fucking. She could almost believe she and the captain had shacked up somewhere at one of the airline's stopover points.
Imagining this, she sighed again and got into the spirit of the fucking. The way his prick boldly thrust into her pussy now excited her more and more. She felt the aches and pains in her body slowly being erased by the smooth, swift action of his cock against her cunt-flesh. Her juices flowed more rapidly and oiled her fuck-tunnel enough to push her to the brink of orgasm.
She should have realized that Remington wouldn't let her really enjoy herself. He would think of some way to pervert a perfectly natural and thrilling sex act.
"You, flyboy, get on and fuck her ass. Do it now!"
Louise cried out in pain as Joel dropped heavily on top of her and shoved his prick between the tortured slabs of her ass. His cock plummeted down into her humid crack and sought out her asshole. The lightest of touches against that pinkly fisted muscle made her scream.
The pain lancing into her loins came from the fact that the Scotch enema had damaged her most sensitive flesh. And now the hurt was being added to by the motion of the man's cock against her wounds.
She couldn't blame Joel for it. The co-pilot was still tied up and being forced to fuck her by Remington. The source of all her agony came from that hijacker. Keegan was just going along for the ride.
"Fuck her butt good, man, or I might decide to shoot you. You wouldn't want an extra hole in your head, would you?" Remington shoved the pistol hard against the back of Joel's head.
The man began fucking with slow, deliberate strokes. Every single thrust into her agonized asshole caused Louise to gasp with pain. The prick in her pussy was giving her all sorts of joy. Having to take two cocks at once into her guts tore her up inside.
"Fuck faster, all of you!" cried Remington. The sharp report of a pistol being fired into the floor near them caused all three to jump. The two men fucked faster, grinding Louise shamelessly.
The captain managed to hunch up and lift the weight of both Louise and his co-pilot. This shoved his prick ever deeper into the woman's pussy. She thrilled to the touch of his cock moving inside her juicy cunt. But the pain when both his and Joel's cock filled her up made her cry out in anger and pain.
"Not good enough for you, Blonde?" asked Remington. "Well, I have just the answer. You're just using your mouth too much. And not for the right things. I remember how well you suck cock. And Baldy over there is getting jealous. He isn't getting any of the action from you. So you're going to suck him off. Get over there, Baldy."
Louise had turned her head to one side. She felt the soft brushing of cock against her lips. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but the radioman's crotch. His balls dangled loosely, the thread still hanging around them. His cock was stiff as an iron rod and just inches from her face.
"No!" she cried. "Don't make me do th-"
Darlene had reached over and shoved the man's prick into the helpless woman's mouth. Louise almost gagged at the unexpected entry. He didn't shove his hips forward to fuck her face and this kept her from choking. But that didn't last long.
She heard a loud whack and felt the radioman jump. She guessed that Keegan was whipping the man across the ass. This made him shove his hips forward with every stinging blow. And this made him face-fuck her.
The blonde stewardess resigned herself to more misery. Any two of the men she might have been able to enjoy. All three were a chore. The captain fucked her cunt with slow, sure strokes that soothed and excited her at the same time. The way the co-pilot fucked ripped and tore at her guts until she wanted to die.
Now she had to suck on the third man's cock.
"By the way, did I tell you guys that if you don't come, I'll kill you? I didn't?" said Remington. "How stupid of me to forget it. Just got excited over fucking Blondie, I suppose. But it's true. If you don't come, I'm going to shoot you dead."
Louise felt all three of the men tense up. She guessed they had been thinking they would take it easy with her, not to make her endure an all-out fucking. But that was past. She realized they had to abuse her collectively or they would die. Self-preservation came into play.
She felt them increase their penetrations.
The blonde woman should have loved every second of this. Most women never got the chance to fuck with two men at a time, much less three. But this wasn't under circumstances any of them had chosen freely. They were all prisoners of the hijackers and being made slaves by them.
"Isn't that a sexy pile?" asked Remington. "But there's something missing. I want to make sure they all enjoy it and here's the poor honey buns just sitting and watching. Join them, honey buns."
He prodded Darlene in the ass with his shoe. She glared at him and asked, "Where should I go? It looks like all the available cock is being used."
"Humor. I like that in a chick. Why, honey buns, all you have to do is do some licking. Try licking the co-pilot's asshole, for example. That'll help him get his rocks off and might save him from getting ventilated with this."
Remington fired another bullet into the ceiling of the airplane. Darlene cringed. And then Keegan shoved her onto the writhing pile of sweating flesh. She found her head being pressed down savagely into the co-pilot's hairy ass.
Her tongue hesitantly licked out. She wasn't sure what she was doing, but it didn't much appeal to her - not when it was being enforced with the threat of death. But her tongue lightly crossed the man's asshole and she felt him stiffen. This inspired her to drive the pointy tip of her darting pink tongue all the way up into his asshole.
The instant she did so, he struggled to fuck even harder into Louise's ass. The blonde woman didn't know what was causing the commotion, but it was giving her more and more pain up the ass. The man's cock tore her apart with every single stroke. Yet she couldn't urge him to fuck her butt any slower, any more gently. Not when she had a mouthful of cock.
She sucked harder on the prick shoving in and out of her face. Her tongue whirled around the tip and teased the tiny flap of flesh dangling under the cleft head. She thought she might get him off fast if she gave him enough suction. She didn't want to see any of the men shot to death.
If they had to come in her body to survive, that was their mutual goal. She might be hurting and humiliated by this forced mass fucking, but her duty lay in trying to get them all to shoot their wads.
Sucking until her cheeks went hollow, she pulled harder and harder at the radioman's cock. She felt it twitching and churning with desire. The bitter drop of pre-cum never formed on his cock, though. He needed more stimulation than she could give him to get off.
She gasped as the captain lifted his hips again and shoved into her cunt. He might be tearing her apart all the way to the chin the way he fucked. With her hands still cruelly bound behind her back, she couldn't even reach around and cup his balls to urge him to fuck her cunt with a slower tempo. She was caught in the middle and was helpless.
"A good orgy," said Keegan, "but we're leaving her out." He pointed over to Vanessa, still strung up spread-eagle in the aisle. He quickly cut her down and shoved her down into the pile. "Lick that guy's balls," he said, pointing to the radioman. "She is sucking good on his prick. You can have the hairy little bag holding his nuts."
This was what the man needed to get off. Louise saw Vanessa's head parting the man's thighs and coming up to engulf his balls. As she tongued and sucked and licked his balls, Louise hurried up on the tip of his cock. Together, she and Vanessa got him off.
The salty flood of jism into her mouth choked her. She spat out part of it, gasping for air. As long as she was held in a sex-sandwich between the captain and the co-pilot, she wasn't able to escape. The radioman's cock shot out with his jism and she felt more alone than at any time in her life.
"Thanks," said the man, panting for breath. "I don't think I would have made it without both of you helping me out."
"Teamwork," mused Remington. "That's what makes for a good airline crew, I suppose. They certainly fuck and suck well together, don't they?"
"They've had a lot of practice," said Keegan. "You know how those stewardesses are. All of them fuck like rabbits."
"These sure do," said Remington, laughing at the straining foursome on the floor of the plane. "I'm gonna bet you fifty thousand bucks that the co-pilot's the next one to come."
"Where you get that kind of money?"
"From the ransom for the plane, of course. You want to bet or you want to dick around?"
"You're on."
Louise felt Joel fuck her ass even harder. She didn't know precisely what Darlene was doing to him from behind, but she could make a good guess. Every time a tongue lashed into the man's asshole, it stroked over his prostate. This, with the hot, clinging ass-flesh surrounding his prick, was all he needed to get his rocks off.
The co-pilot's cock exploded like a stick of dynamite in the blonde woman's asshole. She screamed as his cum gushed out into her tortured butt. The searing enema she had been given earlier had sensitized her ass-walls. Now that the man's hot, sticky cum blasted into her bowels, she felt every drop as if it were acid.
She screamed and thrashed about the best she could, trapped between the two men's bodies. She heard laughter echoing through the cabin. She didn't have to be told to know who was laughing at her. The hijackers were having fun at her expense. They were sadists having fun at all their expenses.
Louise's entire body tensed until she felt the man's prick slowly melting and dribbling from her asshole. And then came the aching flood of his jism. It leaked from her well-fucked ass and dripped down across the other man's prick. The feel of it along her cunt-lips thrilled her strangely. She trembled in response to the feathery, liquid caresses, and somehow this made the captain's cock seem all the more exciting to her.
He fucked up lifting her off the floor. His prick dived into the seething well of her pussy and then began to grow. It pressed harder and harder into her pussy and she could hardly bear it any more.
"I . . . I need more!" she cried. "Fuck me goooood!"
She came as the hot rush of his cum filled her pussy. She had been tortured and beaten and sunburned and raped up the butt and cunt - and this felt good. It was more like normal fucking.
Louise only wished it could have been done under more normal circumstances.
Chapter Eleven
"Yeah," said Remington, stuffing his gun barrel up Louise's asshole, "I see enough cum there to make me think that the co-pilot got off. He's okay. And her pussy looks well-fucked, too. I see some jizz there. Open up wide. Let me see your mouth."
Remington shoved his gun into the woman's mouth, forcing her lips apart. He studied her like a doctor intent on finding some disease and finally nodded.
"She's had some cum in her mouth, too. All the guys are safe. I knew you could save them, Blondie. You're a hot one."
"Let's put her on ice for a while and have some fun with the other two," said Keegan. "My cock's about ready to pop again."
"You're a sex machine," said Remington, "but then so am I. Just watching the six of them in action made me good and hard, too." He looked down at his erection, standing at attention in front of his crotch. He gave his cock a few quick strokes and laughed at the horror on the stewardess' face.
"What's wrong, honey buns, you don't like my cock no more?" Well, you've got about five seconds to get hungry for it again because I want to fuck your lovable white ass again. You got the most fuckable butt I ever found, even including Blondie's."
"You're animals," said Darlene. "Why can't you leave us all alone? Isn't it enough you flew us halfway around the world and landed us in this godforsaken desert? And that you're going to get millions of dollars for our ransom?"
"Millions in gold," Remington corrected. "With inflation the way it is, gold's the only way to go."
"You're animals, horrid, detestable animals!" shrieked Darlene, losing control. "I hate you both! I hate you!"
Remington slapped her across the face. "On your hands and knees, bitch, because I want to fuck you. And Keegan, get the other broad over here. Get her on her back where she belongs. And get to fucking her. We're going to let these two sample each other's tits while we're fucking them."
Vanessa was forced flat on the floor and her legs were pulled up over Keegan's thighs, his prick pressing insistently into her cunt. She looked up and saw the dangling boobs just inches away from her mouth. As Remington forced Darlene's body down, Vanessa found the other stewardess' tits in her mouth.
And her own were being licked by Darlene. They were locked together in one long sex chain. As Keegan fucked into Vanessa's pussy, she was able to lick Darlene's nipples. And Darlene licked her as she was being butt-fucked by Remington.
"Ummmm, oh, ohhh!" cried Darlene. "You're too big up my ass. You'll tear me up inside."
"You love it, bitch. Admit it. Admit it!"
"I . . . I love it!" she gasped. The man had started fucking her asshole with long, increasingly powerful strokes. She was being burned up inside from the friction of his cock against her tight ass-tunnel.
The three crewmen glanced at each other. There was no way they could hope to escape. They were all pinned against the wall, but Louise was on the other side. All she had to do was get down the back stairs and she would be free.
The captain got the blonde's attention and silently mouthed out the message, "Run! Hurry! Now!"
Louise shuddered. The thought of the desert sun burning her flesh again wasn't attractive. The idea of remaining a sex toy for these brutes was even worse. She inched away and waited for the other two women's bodies to have their full effects on the men's cocks. When the time came, Remington's eyes were shut with the ecstasy of sinking balls-deep into a tight and clinging asshole, and Keegan was facing away. She inched farther and farther from the fucking foursome and got to the head of the stairs. The naked blonde shuddered again as the hot air gusted up from below. Then she took the plunge.
The woman rolled down the stairs, scraping and cutting herself as she fell. But she got to the bottom and worked her feet under her. The thought of the big black limo came to her mind. She might be able to get it started and escape across the desert in it.
She had no idea what sort of reception a naked blonde stewardess might be given by the natives of this barren desert, but she knew it couldn't be any worse than she would get at the hands of Remington if he caught her trying to get away.
Louise pulled up short when she saw a half-dozen men dressed in business suits surge around the car and come toward her, guns in their hands. She had a cold, sinking feeling. Remington and Keegan had friends on the ground. All these men would gang-bang her and leave her to die in the desert.
"Kill me!" she sobbed. "Get it over with." Dropping to her knees and waiting for the inevitable, she was surprised to see one of the men pull out a badge and flash it at her.
"FBI, ma'am. You're safe now."
"Safe?" She thought this was another of Remington's lies. He was making her think she was safe and then he'd come and laugh at and fuck her again, maybe even inflicting more pain as he did it. Hadn't he lied and told her he was selling her to a diseased Arab sheik?
"Yes, we've been waiting."
"But this is Libya," she stuttered as they untied her hands. The returning circulation in her bloated hands made her wince. She couldn't believe her ordeal was really over.
The FBI agent laughed grimly. "Your pilot's a sharp one. He flew out over the Gulf of Mexico, circled through Mexico and came up over Baja and then landed here. This is the Nevada desert. You're in the US. You hardly ever left."
"The US?" she asked dumbly.
"Is it okay to go in and get the others out? Or should we wait?"
"You've been out here all the time?" she said dumbfounded. "You didn't try to rescue us? Not once?"
"We saw you out here and thought they might kill you all if we tried to rush the plane. Waiting is what the manual says to do, so we waited."
"You let me be raped up the cunt and ass, you let them torture me, you let them burn me and shoot me and do the same to the rest of the crew because your manual says that's the thing to do?" Her anger rose and flushed her cheeks. She stood and glared at the FBI agent.
"That's right, ma'am. We have to do things by the book. Is it all right to go in and get them now?"
"One's fucking Darlene and the other's fucked Vanessa. The men are okay for the moment. I guess you can go in, unless one or both of them have gotten their rocks off."
The FBI man looked strangely at her, then asked, "Pardon me for asking this, ma'am, but do all your airline's employees talk dirty like you?"
"Just the ones who've been ass-raped and tortured while the FBI watched," she added bitterly.
"It's in the manual, ma'am. We . . ."
". . . couldn't do anything else," she finished for him. She rubbed her wrists and said tiredly, "Let me go look for you. If they see me, they'll just think I've returned, if they even noticed I'm gone. If they're still busy fucking Vanessa and Darlene, I'll signal."
"Can't do that, ma'am. We got to go in."
"So do it, damn your eyes!" she raged. "Do it fast before they come! You've got to catch them while their minds are on fucking or you'll never get any of the other crew out safely."
The FBI man nodded and signaled to the others. Slowly, they went up the back steps. With a rush, they entered the plane.
A few shots and then ghastly silence.
Louise waited with bated breath to see who would come out. First came the men. All three of them were huddled together, as if for mutual comfort.
The captain saw Louise and hurried to her, wrapping his arms around her. "Thank God, you made it out here to tell them. I was worried you wouldn't make it."
"They were waiting," she said dully. "And they didn't do anything."
"They got them. We're all safe now."
"Are we?" asked Louise. "They'll be out on parole in a few years. No matter what they did to us. The court will let them out - if they even convict them."
"Don't worry, Louise," said Captain Jackson. "We'll see them convicted."
"I'm not so sure." The blonde stewardess saw the FBI agents helping out Vanessa and Darlene. Vanessa's pussy still drooled white cum. Louise wasn't able to see if any came from Darlene's ass or not. She guessed it had been filled with enough for an eternity.
Then came Keegan and Remington. They were both smiling smugly. They knew they wouldn't serve much time in jail. They'd be freed on bond soon enough anyway. And they might never be convicted.
As they passed by, Louise surged out and grabbed the FBI man's gun. She had never used a gun before, but she had seen Remington and how he aimed his. She fired twice at Keegan and four times at Remington. The gun kept clicking as she continued pulling the trigger long after it had run out of ammo.
The FBI man snatched the gun from her and snapped, "Get an ambulance out here for those two. She's shot them." Turning to Louise, the man said, "I'm sorry but I have to arrest you for armed assault on two federal prisoners."
"This one's dead," said the man checking over Keegan.
Louise beamed. She had hit him twice in the heart, just where she was aiming.
"This one's even worse off," said another FBI agent. "She blew his balls off. All four shots blew his balls off!"
Louise collapsed with relief. She had hit him exactly where she'd been aiming, too. Let them throw the book at her. She had gotten back at the men in the best way possible.
Let them do what they wanted to her; it couldn't be as bad as she had experienced at the hands of the two hijackers!
