The Unwilling Stewardess

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.