The Unwilling Stewardess

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!”