Robert Vickers - The Unwilling Stewardess

He forced her to her knees again and shoved his prick toward her face. She closed her eyes and groped out for his cock, pulling it in to her lips. She licked and laved off the cunt-oils still dripping from his turgid prick, but the idea of licking her own pussy-fluids off his prick hardly appealed to her.

And then something cold and hard was shoved into her mouth.

“Suck on my gun barrel for a while since you don’t seem to like my cock all that much anymore.”

The man had turned vicious again. She opened her blue eyes and stared up at him in stark panic. His gun was shoved all the way into her mouth. She felt the muzzle banging into the back of her throat. She almost panicked. He began stroking the steel barrel in and out of her mouth until he saw tears running down her cheeks.

“Enough of all that. You’re gonna get more, Blondie. Just don’t go getting cocky before then.”

Remington went into the passenger section and ordered the door out of the tail to be lowered. When it touched the dry desert sand, a gust of parching hot air blew up into the plane.

“Enough of this. There’s some cars coming. Probably want to negotiate. You stay back here, Keegan, and keep all these folks honest.”

The stewardesses watched Remington go down and talk with the men getting out of the cars. He gestured wildly, fired his gun a couple of times into the air, and then stalked back into the plane.

“Everyone out,” he bellowed. “A bus will take you into the nearest town, whatever that might be.”

Louise looked at Vanessa and Darlene. The expressions on their faces told that this sudden change of heart was too good to be true. And it was.

“Not the crew. All the crew stays. The passengers get to leave. Nobody else gets off until the gold arrives. Ten million bucks worth of it.”

“They agreed to deliver it?” asked the Captain, astounded. “Just like that?”

“Sure,” said Remington smugly. “They know we got ourselves a fifteen million dollar plane and six of their employees. They’d pay more’n a million apiece to your families in damages if we decided on blowing you away. And its bad press to let your employees get wasted while on duty, too.”

“There they go,” said Vanessa in a wistful tone. “All the passengers are gone.”

“That just leaves us, doesn’t it, honey bunch? I told them to leave that big black limo. I want to see what I’ll be driving after we get the gold. Let’s go try it out, Blondie.”

Remington shoved Louise down the stairs. She clutched at the light aluminum rails and still went tumbling into a heap at the bottom. Pulling herself up, the blonde stewardess glared at the man.

“There’s no call for that.”

“Hell, don’t go lecturing me. Let’s get over to that fancy car. I always wanted to fuck in the back seat of one of them limos. And shoving my cock into that blonde pussy of yours seems like just the way of doing it up right.”

Louise almost fell as he shoved her, she felt anger flaring. She turned and smashed her fist into his face. Remington staggered, but he didn’t drop the gun. It remained trained squarely on the woman’s midsection.

“I oughta blow your cunt to hell and gone. But my cock’s hurting something fierce, as fierce as this sun. I’m gonna fuck you good, kiddo. Damn good!”

He dragged her kicking and screaming to the black car. The heat boiling off the dark car was enough to blister the woman’s skin. When Remington reached out and shoved his meaty hand down her neckline, she screamed again.

He pulled hard, ripping away her blouse. He left her clothed only in tatters above the waist. He grabbed and yanked again. She was naked from the waist up. Another quick movement pulled off her skirt.

Bare-ass naked, the blonde woman stood under the blistering hot sun.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked. “Why? What have I ever done to you?”

“You? You ain’t done nothing, Blondie. But it’s all the ones like you that I’m getting back at. All the chicks who thought they were too good for the likes of me. I’m gonna fuck that blonde-rimmed pussy of yours until you beg me to stop. Then I’m gonna fuck you some more until you beg me not to stop.”

Remington went to the trunk of the car and pulled out two long lengths of rope. “Come here,” he ordered. He tied one end of the rope around the woman’s ankle and wrist. “Onto the roof of the car. Move that ass!”

She climbed up onto the roof of the burning hot car. She cried out in pain as the heat seared her flesh. The man shoved her flat onto her back, running the rope from her wrist through the car and out the other side. He went around and secured the free end around her other wrist. She found herself tied with her arms widespread on the roof of the car, unable to get away.

In a few more seconds, he had her legs similarly tied. The hot metal under her back burned and tortured her until she thought she would die. But the metal was soon cooled down a little by her body. What was even worse torture proved to be the blazing sun overhead.

It boiled her blood with its rays. She felt the soft, white flesh of her tits wrinkling up from the intense heat. And she had to keep her eyes tightly shut to keep from going blind.

“Yeah, baby, you’re a hell of a sight all stretched out like that,” said Remington. “That pussy of yours isn’t damp enough. God, it could be a real oasis in this lousy heat.”

“I’m burning up,” she moaned in pain. “My back’s covered with blisters. And the sun is blinding me! Please, let me go! I… I’ll fuck you inside the car. With the air conditioner running. Wouldn’t that be better?”

“For you, cunt, for you. Not for me. I’ve always had a yen to fuck a blonde chick in the middle of the desert. I know what some of them Arab oil sheiks dig the most — blonde women. If you aren’t good enough for me, I might just sell you into a harem or something. So make this a good fuck.”

Louise turned her head to the side, wincing as the pain from the hot metal of the car’s roof seared her cheek. She saw Remington climb up onto the roof of the car and pull down his zipper. His prick leaped out, as long and hard and ready for pussy as it had ever been.

She guessed that this really turned him on. He dropped down into the V of her legs and almost fell on top of her. His weight crushed her to the roof, but it was a welcome weight. His bulk shut off the punishing rays of the blazing hot sun.

“Ummmm, nice tits. I like the way they quiver. Like blobs of jelly on a plate.” He bent forward and licked and sucked at her nipples until they sprang hard and throbbingly erect. As soon as his mouth moved away, she felt a sudden cooling. The air dried all the spit on her tits with a single gust of wind. And then came the heat attacking her body again.

“Stop this, please!” she cried and felt her tears evaporating even before they could run all the way down her cheeks. And then came the ultimate insult to her body.

His prick gouged and rammed and sought entry up her cunt. He didn’t even try to find the right spot. His cock blundered around with thrust after futile thrust, trying to get the range. Normally, she would have reached down and guided the man into her twat.

The woman couldn’t. She was tied spread-eagle to the car roof. She was helpless, as helpless as she’d ever been in her life. Something about having her wrists and ankles bound so securely gave her the feeling of hopelessness. She wanted to die and suspected she would soon if left out in the desert bare-ass naked.

He stroked back and forth oblivious to the fact that he wasn’t inside her dripping wet pussy. The woman could hardly believe this could be turning her on, yet she couldn’t deny the hungry feel in her cunt or the way her pussy slobbered out its thick juices.