The Unwilling Stewardess

Chapter Eight

Vanessa shivered in reaction to hearing Keegan’s complaint. She was the one strung up. She would be the one he took out his anger on. The woman spat out more blood oozing out of her cut lip and prayed that the hijacker would decide that it wasn’t her fault at all.

She wasn’t that lucky.

“Cunt! You did it to me!” raged Keegan. He lashed out at her again with his hand, slapping her repeatedly. The dark-haired stewardess hoped that Remington would stop his partner. But he didn’t. If anything, he probably got off even more on seeing her brutalized.

“I’m going to ram this all the way up your twat and then pull the trigger. How would you like that, cunt?”

He shoved the barrel of his gun between her pussy-lips. The woman shivered at the feel of cold metal and almost cried out. She bit down on her bleeding lip and caused even more of the red fluid to flow. But she remained silent as he began gun-fucking her.

Her inner juices leaked down the barrel of the pistol. The coldness quickly went away as her body warmed the steel. And her cunt-juices made the thrusting in and out along her sensitive pussy-flesh easier.

When Keegan realized this, he pulled the gun out of her twat with a dull plop.

“Bitch,” he said, sneering at her. “You’re too cheap for me to waste my time. I’ll go fuck the other bitch instead and make you watch.”

“Why don’t you bring up Blondie and have her, Keegan?” asked Remington. “I think she was a hell of a fine lay.”

“You don’t want her anymore?” asked the weasel-faced man suspiciously.

“We’re partners, man!” exclaimed Remington. “What’s mine is yours. Take her. She will probably welcome you with open arms.”

Keegan turned and went down the back stairs and got out of the plane. A few minutes later, he pulled the sunburned, bruised and abused stewardess along behind him. With a savage tug, he threw her onto her hands and knees on the floor.

“Louise!” cried Vanessa. “What have they done to you? Your hair! It’s all greasy and… “Vanessa stopped talking, horror mirrored on her face as she saw what Louise looked like.

The once beautiful blonde was haggard. Her lips were cracked from the intense heat. Her muscles knotted and twitched from the strain she had been under. Worst of all was the sunburn. She was half-red, her tits tender and sore. From behind, she was as white as ever.

Louise looked up at the tied Vanessa and croaked, “So they’re up to tying you, too. It… it’s hell, Vanessa, Hell!”

“Shut up, cunt. We’ll tell you when to speak.”

“Good going, Keegan,” said Remington. “But why waste all that cum of yours on the floor? Why don’t you have her lick it up like a dog?”

“Yeah, just like the bitch she is. Lick up my jism, baby, and make it snappy. I want to see that tongue of yours working on the rug.”

Keegan came in behind her and lashed her across the back with his belt. The leather strap made a loud slapping sound as it blistered her soft flesh. She painfully moved across the aisle until she came to the white, wet gooey spot on the rug.

Bending forward, she raked her tongue along the rough rug. She almost gagged. Dirt mixed in with the man’s jizz. But it was wet. And she had been dying for any sort of liquid. They had refused her any drinks. Cum was moisture of a sort. And it felt good against her tongue.

She licked more eagerly now, tasting the salty acrid flavor of his cum all over her tongue. But she was regaining a little of her strength if not her dignity — which had been totally stripped from her along with her clothes.

Louise couldn’t imagine how they could do anything more to degrade her. But she was wrong. They found a way. As she licked, her ass jutted up into the air. Keegan used his belt on her perky ass, whipping it with long, swift strokes that sent waves of pain rippling throughout her body.

“Ummmmmm. Oh! That hurts so baaaaaad!” she moaned.

“Keep licking, bitch,” said Keegan, enjoying his domination of the woman. “I want to see all the jizz licked up in five seconds. Suck, damn you, suck it all up and be quick about it!”

The belt lashed repeatedly against her raised ass. She felt the blows landing in a pattern until her ass was crisscrossed with ugly red welts from the whipping. Louise guessed she looked like a piece of plaid from the rear. And from the front she was a solid, hot red.

The fever in her tits almost made her pass out. They were throbbing with the pain of the sunburn. She needed hospital care — and soon — or she would die. But neither of the men seemed likely to let her go. She dropped down and pressed her lips firmly to the floor. She sucked hard and all the cum was gone in a split second.

But they didn’t give her the chance to relish the wetness in her mouth. Keegan used some rope to fasten her hands behind her back. As she tried to raise up to a kneeling position, he shoved her back down. Her face rested on the floor while her ass was up in the air.

“I like this view,” explained Keegan. “I like it so much, I want you to stay like that no matter what.”

Louise moaned as the man began whipping her butt with his belt again. The angry red crease Remington had put in her soft flesh with the bullet he’d fired burned as if she’d had her ass dipped into acid. And every single blow from the belt rocked her forward. With her arms securely bound behind her back, she had to take all the force of the blow by shoving her face into the rough, scratchy rug.

“What do you want from me?” she asked. “What? You’ve beaten me and tied me up and raped me and hung me up by my hair and sunburned me and…” She couldn’t go on. She broke down crying.

“Aw, listen to that, Keegan,” said Remington. “The poor thing’s crying. What do you do when a baby cries?”

“Soothe it,” the man said. “Or maybe give it a bottle. Yeah, I’d give it a bottle.”

“And this chick’s just too tied up to be able to hold onto it, right? So that means you’d better put it in the other end.”

Louise heard the words distantly but she hardly understood what the men were talking about. All this seemed to be a nightmare for her. It couldn’t be real. Nothing this painful could be real, she thought.

And then she found out the true extent of their viciousness and brutality. She heard Remington coming up and asking her, “What’s your favorite booze, Blondie? Bourbon? Vodka? Scotch?”

She didn’t answer. She had no reason to believe they would give her the drink she so desperately needed. They wouldn’t even give her water. They made her lick up a dollop of cum on the floor, instead.

“Scotch. Blondie like Scotch,” said Keegan. “And I got about forty of those dipshit bottles they use.” He rattled a tiny case of the miniature bottles and the clinking glass made Louise long for the days when all she had to do was go up and down the aisles asking the passengers what they wanted to drink.

And she had actually, at one time, disliked the male passengers who had pinched her ass. Now that seemed like the mildest of all possible things to her. After this, she would never complain.

If there was an after for her. She might just die on the spot from the sunburn or the whippings they continued to give her at random.

“Got the hose here,” said Remington. “You got everything ready?”

“Sure do,” said Keegan. “The chick is going to get all the liquid she ever wanted. All of it booze, too. And don’t you dare spill a drop, Blondie. If you do, you’re a goner.”

Louise heard but didn’t understand. And then, as they shoved the hose into her asshole and she felt the burning of the Scotch being poured into her asshole, she understood too well.

“No, you can’t give me an enema like this. It… it’ll kill meeeee!”

She almost fell forward. To have done so would have caused her sunburned tits and pussy-mound to rub on the rough rug. She caught herself just in time. It took great strength in her belly muscles to hold herself up. But the flood of burning alcohol into her bowels drove her out of her mind with pain.

The alcohol burned and seared her insides until she was sure they would kill her with it. She sobbed and cried out in agony and still they continued to pour in the Scotch. She felt the hose wiggle around in her guts, then shove in even deeper to make sure they were reaching her innermost parts.

She felt her belly becoming bloated. She looked down and saw her stomach hanging down as if she were seven months pregnant. The pressure of the Scotch insider her body was almost more than she could bear.

“Enough,” said Remington. To her, he added, “If you spill one lousy fucking drop of that expensive Scotch, Blondie, it’ll be this.” He fired the gun. The bullet smashed into the floor just inches from her head.

She moaned and shied away from the spot where the bullet had gone through the metal. But she had bigger worries. She wanted to puke. The flood of liquor in her guts pushed up on the underside of her stomach causing a gag reflex. She knew it wouldn’t do any good to vomit. She had nothing in her stomach. And the blonde stewardess had heard what they would do is she relaxed and tried to let all that liquid flow back through her asshole.

They would shoot her in the head.

It seemed the most humane thing they could do to her. Louise was wrong, though, when she thought they would fill her up with the Scotch and then leave her alone. That wasn’t their style.

“Ride’em cowboy!” cried Keegan, straddling her back and digging his heels into her side. “Come on, trot, baby. Show’em true racehorse form.”

She could only inch along like some half-dead worm. With her hands securely and painfully tied behind her back, she couldn’t even support the man’s weight. After all she had been subjected to that day, she couldn’t have anyway. But Keegan only put some of his weight on her back.

It was the painful whacks of his belt on her naked, burning ass that moved her along.

She struggled and strained to move as he ordered her. Every single muscle in her body tensed in agony. Her bloated belly swung beneath her once trim waist in a mockery of all she had been subjected to. Pain was a constant reminder of the hijacking.

The blonde woman was no longer sure that Keegan and Remington wanted the gold in exchange for the airplane and its crew. She thought now they only wanted some sick sexual kicks at the expense of the three stewardesses.

“Yahoooo!” cried Keegan. “Look at that! I’m getting my boner back. I knew the blonde chick could do it for me.”

“So, go on and fuck her. Take her like a bitch in heat,” urged Remington, enjoying the spectacle of Louise being totally degraded and abused.

“I sure as hell ain’t gonna fuck her up the asshole,” laughed Keegan. “And if you leak even one tiny drop of that shitty booze onto me, I’ll blow your fucking brains out. Got it?”

She could only shake her head weakly. The woman kept hanging onto life with a grim determination. She thought she was too young to die, but the pain was more than she could take. The way her guts churned and roiled around inside from the load of almost a quart of Scotch in her bowels made her want to die then and there.

But she hung on. She had to. She wanted revenge on these evil men. The idea that she might one day get it kept her sane and alive.

The pain raced through her as Keegan dropped down behind her. He had pulled down his pants and she felt his hairy upper thighs grinding into her tender asscheeks. She sobbed bitterly as his cock forced its way down between her tensed up buttocks and sought out the gooey slash of her cunt-lips.

“Keep it tight like that, baby,” he said. “I like tight pussy.”

She had no choice. If she relaxed for an instant, the flood of Scotch and shit from her asshole would inundate the man. It was a tempting idea. She almost released control to shit all over him until she saw Remington sitting in one of the seats, smiling, watching, waiting.

He would kill her on the spot. He stroked along the barrel of his gun. She remembered the cold steel running in and out of her cunt, her ass. He would stuff it up her and pull the trigger. The bullet would sear along her tender insides and kill her — eventually. She might not die right away. Her blood might mingle with the Scotch and shit all over the place before she croaked.

A messy death.

Louise stayed as tense as possible when Keegan’s cock began stroking back and forth along the slash of her pink, delicately scalloped cunt-lips. She felt her body begin to churn out its usual load of frothy love-oils. She hated the way she responded to cock, any cock. This was degrading in the extreme.

The men did horrible things to her and then stuck their pricks into her cunt — and she responded sexually. She hated it and couldn’t do a damned thing about it. The blonde had always enjoyed fucking before and the bodily responses came as normally as the sun coming up in the morning.

“Tight, God, is she ever tight. But it must be nearly sunset,” grunted Keegan. “I can feel the tide inside her body!”

Remington laughed at his partner’s joke. Louise wasn’t so sure it was a joke. The way the Scotch sloshed around in her intestines might be governed by the tides. It sure pulled her out of shape.

And then she gasped when Keegan found his target. He had been stroking along the edges of her pussy-lips, content to drench his prick with her thick fuck-juices. Now, he positioned himself so that the blunted head of his cock pushed hard into her cunt-hole.

He surged all the way into her pussy. For a second, his cock seemed to hang up about an inch into her fuck-tunnel. He rotated his hips and found a slightly different angle and plunged balls-deep into her cunt.

She didn’t think there was room inside her for both the Scotch enema and the man’s cock. She was wrong. But holding in that smelly, burning tide of the liquid was harder than ever when she could also feel his cock hotly throbbing against her tortured innards.

“You’re killing me!” she cried. “I can’t take any more of this. Let me get rid of the Scotch! Please!”

“Not one drop,” panted Keegan. “And I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

He had already kept that promise. She was bursting inside from the pressure of the enema. Her muscles were about at the point of collapse. Her wrists hurt where he had so cruelly tied them. Her ass was on fire. Her tits throbbed and had begun to crinkle up as the flesh peeled off. And her pussy-mound felt like millions of fire ants were crawling on it and nipping at her tender flesh.

Sunburned and beaten. Roped and raped. She was getting more than any ten women should have endured. And the thought hit the blonde stewardess that the other women had been the recipients of this treatment, too. She was not being singled out.

How did any of them survive?

She gritted her teeth and concentrated on keeping the smelly liquor in her guts. That was all she could do. But thinking about only that was getting harder and harder as the man slowly fucked her cunt.

The friction of his prick against her cunt-flesh turned her on. She panted and gasped in erotic response to his fucking. And the twitching and dancing of his virile prick in her tightly held fuck-channel made controlling her desires all the more difficult.

“Oh, ohhh!” she moaned. “Your cock is so big inside me.”

“And getting bigger,” muttered Keegan. “Shit, I can hardly fuck her without coming. She turns me on a lot.”

His hairy legs punished her whipped ass by rubbing harder and harder against it. The man’s cock plunged deep into her twat and stirred around, making it almost impossible for her to hang onto the load of booze up her asshole. The warmth from the fucking spread throughout her loins and warmed the Scotch enema.

His hands stroked along her flanks and then moved slowly around her body. She cringed as he reached for her clit. He had to cross her sunburned pussy-mound to get to it. She thanked her lucky stars that her clitoris hadn’t been sunburned, too, from the way he savagely fingered it.

Electric tremors of orgasm began flashing through her body. She shuddered as his fingers brushed the tip of her sensitive clit and then she came. The woman wasn’t able to keep from losing the flood of her enema.

“Noooooo!” she cried out as she climaxed.

But she succeeded in holding back some of it. She had to chop off her come to do it, but only a few drops had leaked from her ass. The woman turned and looked up at Remington. The man had his gun waiting for her.

She tightened up even more and felt intense pressure in her guts. With the man fucking her the way he was, this tightened up her cunt around his prick like fingers around a steel bar.

“Goddamn, she’s hot and tight. And I can feel the Scotch sloshing around just a fraction of an inch away from my prick. It’s more than I can take!”

The man’s rhythm turned ragged and he fucked her with all the power in his hips. She cried out and almost fainted from the impact of his body against her whipped and raped ass. And then he came.

The out rush of his hot jism hardly affected her this time — she thought. He pumped hard and fast into her cunt and then dribbled out, his prick exhausted by the frantic fucking.

Then she relaxed a little and out poured a steady flood of the Scotch enema. She collapsed forward not caring that she lay in a pool of the Scotch and her own liquefied shit. The blonde waited for the bullet from Remington’s gun to put her out of her misery.

It never came.