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.
Chapter Nine
“You animals!” cried Vanessa, who had been watching the whole act with horror. “How can you treat her that
