The Unwilling Stewardess

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.