The Unwilling Stewardess

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.