cunt.
“God, you’re as hot as you look. This is the best fuck I’ve had in years. I can tell already!”
“Stop it! Don’t let him do this to her!” begged Louise. She saw instantly that her pleading for her friend was in vain. Remington wasn’t appalled by it. He was turned on even more.
“Hell, Blondie, the kid loves it. And every hot chick needs a good stud to fuck her now and again. Keeps the old pussy-muscles limber, you know? Or do you? Do you put out for all the guys aboard these flights?”
She refused to answer. Let him think what he wanted. She was just too confused to know what to do. She wanted to help Vanessa, yet there wasn’t anything she could do. Nothing. Never had Louise felt so helpless.
“She… she’s trying to squeeze me to death,” grunted Keegan. “That pussy of hers is like being trapped inside a mineshaft after it collapsed. God, it’s great. I can’t hold my cum back much longer.”
Vanessa sat on the tiny ledge, stunned and unsure what was happening to her. She’d heard that rape wasn’t something you could forget easily. She wasn’t even aware of what was happening to her. And when his cock began slamming in and out of her tight pussy, she could only sob and cry a little more.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” chanted Keegan. “Gotta bury my cock deeper into her cunt. So hot, so tight. It’s great!”
His hands reached around her legs and found the meaty half-moons of her asscheeks. Gripping them, he lifted her up even more and thrust himself firmly between her legs. He was able to fuck forcefully into her tight cunt. His long, red prick rammed between her pink, fluttering cunt-lips. It was as if some erotic flower was blooming and gobbling up his cock.
The wetness from her cunt told him she was getting off on the fucking. He’d known she would. He’d seen cock-teasing chicks like her all his life. They waggled their asses in his direction, led him on, and then refused to put out. But he was going to get back at them all through this gorgeous stewardess. He fucked harder and faster, his prick burning up from the friction of his swift movements.
She thought she would lose her mind when she felt his cock pressing so hotly against her cunt-walls. The friction of cock-head against pussy-wall was almost more than she could take.
It wasn’t that she was any fainting virgin getting fucked for the first time. She had had lots of men fuck her before. But this was rape. She didn’t know how to act. What was worse, her cunt did. It was frothy with cunt- juices. She should have hated every single degrading second of this fucking. But her body loved every humiliating thrust of the man’s cock. She felt her belly-muscles tensing and relaxing in a rhythm designed to give the man maximum enjoyment. She couldn’t stop herself from responding like this.
“Oh, ohhhh,” she cried. “Your cock’s so big and swollen inside me. Fuck me, fuck me goooood!!!”
“I told you she’d love my prick,” boasted Keegan. And then he really got into the fucking.
Vanessa felt his fingers moving all over her asscheeks. A stray finger pressed deeper and deeper into her humid crack until it found her tensed up fist of asshole-muscle. He teased his way up her asshole. And then he fucked her pussy with his prick at the same time he was reaming her out from behind with his finger.
“I… aaaieee!” she shrieked as she came.
The woman hated herself for this. She was turned on by the rape. She was responding more fully than she had to her last boyfriend, who had been one hell of a good stud. He had been able to fuck all night long — and she never responded to him like she was to this mad rapist.
The threat of the gun was part of it. She felt her adrenaline flowing at the sight of the gun poking into his waistband. But there had to be more. His prick dipped and surged in and out of her cunt until she was consumed with a carnal fire that refused to die.
“My balls,” he moaned. “My balls are killing me. So tight. Squeezing the jizz out of me. Her cunt’s squeezing the jism out of my cock!”
He fucked even faster, his hips blurring as she watched. But she didn’t have to see what was happening. Her cunt burned with the friction. Her juices leaked out from around the thick plug of cock filling her cunt to overflowing and dribbled down the inside of her thighs.
He hoisted her legs even farther into the air and drove his prick almost straight down into her cunt. It yielded to his prick and then she felt his finger stroking through her inner membrane. He was feeling himself through her asshole.
She came.
The stewardess couldn’t help herself. The idea of rape appalled her and yet here she was responding fully to the threat and his cock.
“Gotta come. Just gotta!” the man cried. Sweat beaded on his face. His fucking strokes took on an urgency that hadn’t been there before.
Vanessa felt him striving to bury himself deeper and deeper into her clinging cunt. And when the hot spurts from his cock spasmed into her cunt, she got off again.
Coming as the rapist was coming! She hated herself for that. She hated the idea that he could degrade her and rape her and she would still love the feel of his cum surging into her pussy.
He fucked her hard until his prick began to melt in the humid depths of her twat. And still he thrust weakly, only stopping when his prick slipped from her pussy. He stepped back and let her legs drop to the floor.
“Some cunt,” he said. Turning to Louise, Keegan said, “Lick up all my cum from her cunt. Lap it all up!”
Louise was too startled not to do it. The threat of being killed might have had something to do with it. She didn’t know. She drifted in a daze as she went to her friend and started licking across her pink, trembling cunt-lips. The salty cum was mingled with the woman’s fuck-sauce. Louise lapped and licked and had to listen to Remington and Keegan making lewd remarks.
She wanted to die.
And she knew the easiest way was to refuse them. They would happily do it for her.
Chapter Three
“You can’t hold us this way forever,” said Louise, still hoping to get the pair to give themselves up. So far, they had committed two forced sex acts. She hoped they wouldn’t go much further than that. One shot from either of their guns in the pressurized cabin and it might be all over for the entire planeload of passengers.
The blonde stewardess shivered at the thought of all of them going down in flaming ruin. Her being forced to suck off Remington was mild in comparison. Even having Vanessa raped like she was by Keegan was minor compared to everyone on board dying in a fiery crash.
“Sure we can. Who’s to stop us?” bragged Keegan. “As long as we’ve got the guns, we’ve got the whole fucking plane. Right, Remington?”
“He’s right,” said the taller man, his eyes gleaming. He glanced back down at his crotch and remarked, “Looking at all these hot bushes has made my cock grow again. Look’it that devil grow.”
Louise swallowed hard. The bulge in the man’s pants was growing. She guessed he’d have a full-blown hard-on again in another minute, and since Vanessa had just gotten fucked, she guessed who was going to get that huge prick reaming out her cunt.
She shuddered at the idea of being raped after she had already been forced at gunpoint to suck him off.
“Get the other broad back here. Now!” snapped Remington, motioning with the gun so Louise couldn’t possibly doubt he would use it on Vanessa if she didn’t do exactly as he commanded.
The idea of going up front and telling the captain what was going on crossed her mind. When Remington lifted Vanessa’s skirt and shoved the muzzle of his gun into her pussy, she changed her mind. Louise didn’t have to be told what he would do if she tried to warn anyone.
She hurried toward the first-class section and found Darlene in an earnest conversation with a handsome male passenger. Louise’s agile mind quickly filled in all the little details. Darlene was making a date with him for after they landed. And she knew it would be a long date, and all-night-long one from the way the other girl thrust out her tits and scooted her ass just a little closer to the man’s arm.
“Darlene? Come on back to the service section. We… we’ve got a problem.”
“Can’t you handle it? Or Vanessa?” complained the woman. “I’m still making my rounds of the first-class section.”
