way?”
“What way, bitch?” asked Keegan. “She’s just getting some fun, aren’t you, Blondie?” A hard shoe poked into Louise’s side. She hardly felt it. Her guts heaved and her belly felt weak and empty after she had let go of all that Scotch enema in her.
“She won’t answer, not right away,” said Remington. “But she’ll come around soon enough. If she doesn’t, I think it would be nice for her to clean up all this mess. With her tongue.”
Louise heard that and shivered with dread. How much more could they demand of her? Why her? She realized that she was the one they concentrated their evilness on. Vanessa had been raped repeatedly, and so had Darlene, but the things they tolerated were nothing compared to the methodical tortures the two hijackers heaped on her.
“Let her go,” called out Captain Jackson. “You’re killing the poor woman. So far, no one’s died. She will if you keep it up.”
“So hijacking isn’t a federal rap? We can get more than that than we’d ever get for rape or murder. That’s the way the law reads, Captain Jack,” said Remington, boasting openly of their accomplishments.
“You’re wrong. If we plead with the judge for leniency…”
“Which, you’d never do, not now, not after all this,” said Remington. “Nope, Keegan and I like it here. The desert is a bit barren but the blonde chick makes roughing it a pleasure, don’t you Blondie?”
“Don’t touch me!” she screamed.
“Listen to that, Remington,” said the other hijacker. “She’s turning unsociable. We should teach her a lesson.”
“I agree. Do it.”
Remington leaned back in his seat and propped his feet up on the seat in front as he watched Keegan advance on the bound and helpless woman. Her blue eyes widened in fear but she couldn’t speak, not even to scream. She felt drained and yet totally afraid at the same time. She shook her head sending out blonde cascades of hair.
“Yeah, baby, I’m going to have some more fun with you,” said Keegan. He dropped to her side and pulled out a filthy handkerchief. He flipped it around a few times then blindfolded her with it.
She was cast into total darkness. She had nothing but the input from her tortured nerve endings to tell her what was happening. The stench of her Scotch enema filled her nostrils. The sounds coming to her ears weren’t too helpful.
But the pain!
She sobbed bitterly from the pain, she felt throughout her body. They hadn’t neglected a single place to inflict agony on her. She tried to categorize it, itemize it, and tried to will it away. The woman failed because of the overwhelming amounts of sheer agony.
Her wrists were cut from the rope around them. Her hands were puffed up and dead from lack of circulation. Her shoulders and neck and scalp tingled constantly from being suspended under the wing of the airplane. She vowed to cut her precious blonde hair as short as possible whenever she got free — if she ever got out of this alive.
Her body was half-sunburned and very raw and tender. Her tits wrinkled prunes and her pussy-mound trembled from the pain inside her.
And her ass!
The spot where the bullet had ceased her made sharp pangs of torture pass into her unprotected asscheeks. But the whipping with the belt had really made her burn and cry with pain.
And inside, she was even worse off. Her cunt had been fucked repeatly. She felt as floppy and loose inside as a fifty-year-old whore. But it was up her ass that she felt real agony.
Where the Scotch enema had flowed, she burned as if acid had been pumped into her guts. All through her intestines she quivered, trying to fight off the sharp pain of that alcoholic enema. Her guts were still bloated even though she had expelled the smelly liquid. She wanted to look down and see how her once-trim body looked.
The blindfold cut off even that small reward for her endurance. She was blind and couldn’t tell what Keegan and Remington were doing around her. She guessed from the terrified gasps of Vanessa and the others that it must be pretty bad. The blonde stewardess vowed not to let anything more upset her, but she was still lost in pain and suffering.
She refused to please the men further by showing how much she hurt.
“You can’t do that to her!” shouted Vanessa. “It’s inhuman!”
And then the bound, blindfolded woman felt something poking into her cunt-lips. At first, she didn’t recognize it. Then the cold steel tickled her nerve endings enough for her to recognize the barrel of Remington’s gun, the gun that had raped her up the ass already.
The dull sound of the cocking hammer made her freeze. The man had rammed it up her cunt, then pulled back the hammer. There were shells in the cylinder. Remington had made a big deal out of showing her that he had reloaded. That hammer held back just inches from the firing of a bullet that would go completely through her body.
“Like it, cunt? Is this more your speed?”
“Take it out. Don’t shoot me up my pussy. Please don’t do this to me!” she cried out, frantic. She was scared shitless.
“Naw, that would be cheating. Besides, you like this, don’t you?”
He began fucking her with the barrel of the gun. She felt it move in and out slowly. Her tortured cunt flesh trembled and tried to recoil from the gun barrel. The front gun sight cut into her tender, juicy flesh. The cold barrel sent tremors throughout her body. Most of all, her mind blanked out with the stark horror of the situation.
“She likes it,” said Keegan. “Keep doing it. I like watching the way her ass sways back and forth.”
Louise’s mind had fogged over with shock. She knew where she was and what was happening to her, but nothing else. She hung suspended in space and time, blind, only feeling what the men wanted her to feel. And the hijackers allowed her only the most painful and degrading of experiences.
She felt Remington place his hand on her well-spanked ass. He used this as leverage to fuck her pussy even faster with the barrel of the gun. She tensed in fear and clamped down hard on the steel cylinder in her tight fuck- tunnel.
“She’s coming,” laughed Remington. “She actually got off. I felt her cunt convulse around the gun. Should I fire it?”
“Fire!” cried Keegan. “Now!”
“Nooooo!” shrieked Vanessa. The others only gasped.
Louise was ready for the worst. Remington shoved the gun even deeper into her twat and said, “I think I will fire. Are you ready to have your cunt filled with burning lead, bitch?”
The words wouldn’t come. She couldn’t plead with him. She couldn’t even cry out in pain and rage. There was nothing left inside her.
The barrel of the gun tilted against her tender cunt-flesh as the man’s fingers tensed on the trigger. She heard the dull click of the hammer falling — and then nothing.
Louise had no idea how long she had been unconscious. She was hardly aware that she had returned to the real world of the hijackers. Blindfolded as she was, she could hardly tell if she were awake or not.
The nagging pain in her body finally convinced her she was awake. And when the men discovered it, she was greeted with new agony. A sharp, searing, burning sensation on her arm brought forth a cry of stark pain from her lips.
“Amazing how a tiny little cigarette can create such pain, isn’t it?” asked Remington.
She smelled the smoke from his cigarette, but the stench of her burned flesh was even worse. She gagged and wanted to puke. They didn’t allow her the dignity of doing even that.
Strong hands pulled her back onto her knees. Then she was hoisted into one of the seats. The blonde stewardess almost passed out again from the pain in her ass. The bullet wound, the spanking, the rape and the rest were taking a potent toll on her body.
“What do we do with her now?” asked Keegan.
“I want to fuck her again. But it’s obvious she’s not going to cooperate. She thinks this limp, rag-doll
