exposure.”
“God, your cunt,” whispered Vanessa. “It looks like a mess. Sorry.”
“I know what you mean. I feel a mess. But why are they picking on me?” The woman realized how that sounded and quickly added, “I mean I’m glad they’re not doing this to you two, but why did they pick me for all this?”
“Something to do with Remington’s ex-girlfriend, I think. She was a blonde, or something, and he has it in for all blondes. He sure as hell has it in for you, Louise. I don’t know how you survived it all.” Darlene put a cold rag on the woman’s face and washed away some of the desert grit caked there.
“We can’t do a whole lot of nursing for you. We don’t have more than some aspirin.”
“I’ll take anything, thanks,” said the abused blonde stewardess. “But I think I scored a point against Remington when I claimed it was a sheik fucking me instead of him. But I knew it was him and not some Arab.”
“She’s delirious,” said Darlene.
“No, no I’m not. It was like this… “
Before she could explain how they had strung her up and threatened her with being fucked by a diseased Arab, an angry voice cut it.
“Are you finished with her yet? We got some hot and horny guys out here who want a piece of her action.”
“What do you mean?” asked Darlene apprehensively. “What are you going to make them do?”
Her eyes darted around. She saw the three men’s cocks still tied with the thin-thread. Somehow, just from their slight movements, the nooses around their pricks had tightened. As the string pulled harder on the men’s cocks, they all got erections. She could see the blood hammering into each one, making them buck with seeming lust.
“Look at them,” said Remington. “Aren’t they just about the horniest things you ever saw? All them guys got boners that would make even me proud.” He glanced down at his own limp prick, limp from having fucked Louise so recently. “I figure we owe it to them.”
“You’d kill Louise, but you think you owe those three men something?” scoffed Vanessa. “Don’t make me laugh. You’re sadists wanting to torture her.”
“Shut up,” said Remington, a sneer on his face. “I’m the one calling the shots around here. All the shots.” He cocked the gun and dragged it slowly over the tied woman’s tits.
She shivered at the touch. When he pressed it firmly into her tit and went “bang!” she almost passed out from fright. He laughed at her and then turned back to the flight crew. The three men glared at Remington, hate in their eyes. They didn’t like what the hijackers were doing any more than the stewardesses did.
“Yeah, you three studs have been good and haven’t given us no lip. We think you should have some nookie as a reward.”
“Louise?” asked Captain Jackson.
“Of course. Every stud likes blonde pussy. And this blonde’s pussy is about the best. Hell, man, look at it. All nice and red and cheerful looking. It’s just waiting for cock.”
“So’s her asshole,” chimed in Keegan.
“And you can’t forget her mouth. God, can that bitch suck cock. Why, when she and I went into that back john and she sucked on my cock, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. It was that good.”
“Surely you guys want some action like that,” said Keegan. “She’s a tight one up the pussy and ass and her mouth’s the best ever. You heard what Remington said about that.”
“Go to hell,” said Joel.
Remington slapped the co-pilot hard across the face. The man staggered and cried out in pain. The thread around his balls tightened up to the point where he feared it might cut off his cock and balls totally.
The others tied together grunted in pain, too, but they didn’t let on that they were in any real pain. They both recognized the fact that Remington and Keegan fed like vampires on suffering. The more that was shown, the more insatiable would the hijackers’ lusts become.
“You’ll do just as you’re told,” said Remington. “Otherwise, we start wasting people. Like honey buns, there.” He pointed his gun at Darlene’s head and aimed along the barrel, closing one eye and making a big production out of it. “At this range, who could miss?”
“I’ll get Blondie,” said Keegan, eager to see what would happen next. He came back with the half-dead stewardess. She fell into a limp pile at their feet. Remington looked at her and smiled.
“She’s just what the doctor ordered for these hot and horny guys. Okay, crew, here’s the drill. You get onto your back so you can shove that prick up into her pussy.” He snapped the slender thread holding Captain Jackson and shoved the man onto the floor.
The captain glared up at Remington as the hijacker rolled Louise over onto his supine body.
“Help him get his prick into the right slot, Keegan,” said Remington.
“Not on your life, man. I don’t touch no other guy’s balls. Let one of the chicks do it. You,” he said, pointing to Darlene. “You’re not all tied up. You stuff his prick into her cunt.”
Darlene went over, shaking with pent up fury. But as long as the men threatened her with the guns, she was powerless to do anything but obey them.
“I’m sorry, Captain, Louise. Really I am.”
“Sorry, hell,” laughed Remington. “You’d do anything to get your hands on Captain Jack’s balls. Go on and fondle them while you’re down there. It’ll do you both a world of good.”
Louise felt the woman’s hands brushing across her cunt-lips. She sighed and leaned heavily against the captain’s broad chest. Resting her head on the man’s breast, she could hear his heart strongly beating deep inside. When Darlene grabbed his cock and began fumbling it into the woman’s juicy slit, the man’s heart started beating more strongly.
“Ummmm,” said Louise. “Feels so nice. So good having you in me,” she whispered hotly to the captain. And she wasn’t lying. She meant it. She had been abused and raped and beaten until every single muscle in her body protested. But this was going to be good. The captain couldn’t hurt her. He wouldn’t if he could. He was a nice man.
“Go on and fuck yourself on his prick, Blondie,” said Remington. “I want to see that well-spanked ass of yours moving on his cock.”
Louise hunched up and got her knees under her enough to begin moving her hips. She couldn’t get much motion, but the feel of his prick moving slightly in her hot cunt thrilled her more than she’d thought it would. This was more like a normal fucking. She could almost believe she and the captain had shacked up somewhere at one of the airline’s stopover points.
Imagining this, she sighed again and got into the spirit of the fucking. The way his prick boldly thrust into her pussy now excited her more and more. She felt the aches and pains in her body slowly being erased by the smooth, swift action of his cock against her cunt-flesh. Her juices flowed more rapidly and oiled her fuck-tunnel enough to push her to the brink of orgasm.
She should have realized that Remington wouldn’t let her really enjoy herself. He would think of some way to pervert a perfectly natural and thrilling sex act.
“You, flyboy, get on and fuck her ass. Do it now!”
Louise cried out in pain as Joel dropped heavily on top of her and shoved his prick between the tortured slabs of her ass. His cock plummeted down into her humid crack and sought out her asshole. The lightest of touches against that pinkly fisted muscle made her scream.
The pain lancing into her loins came from the fact that the Scotch enema had damaged her most sensitive flesh. And now the hurt was being added to by the motion of the man’s cock against her wounds.
She couldn’t blame Joel for it. The co-pilot was still tied up and being forced to fuck her by Remington. The source of all her agony came from that hijacker. Keegan was just going along for the ride.
“Fuck her butt good, man, or I might decide to shoot you. You wouldn’t want an extra hole in your head, would you?” Remington shoved the pistol hard against the back of Joel’s head.
The man began fucking with slow, deliberate strokes. Every single thrust into her agonized asshole caused Louise to gasp with pain. The prick in her pussy was giving her all sorts of joy. Having to take two cocks at once into her guts tore her up inside.
