The Unwilling Stewardess

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.