Robert Vickers - The Unwilling Stewardess

“Why don’t you bring up Blondie and have her, Keegan?” asked Remington. “I think she was a hell of a fine lay.”

“You don’t want her anymore?” asked the weasel-faced man suspiciously.

“We’re partners, man!” exclaimed Remington. “What’s mine is yours. Take her. She will probably welcome you with open arms.”

Keegan turned and went down the back stairs and got out of the plane. A few minutes later, he pulled the sunburned, bruised and abused stewardess along behind him. With a savage tug, he threw her onto her hands and knees on the floor.

“Louise!” cried Vanessa. “What have they done to you? Your hair! It’s all greasy and… “Vanessa stopped talking, horror mirrored on her face as she saw what Louise looked like.

The once beautiful blonde was haggard. Her lips were cracked from the intense heat. Her muscles knotted and twitched from the strain she had been under. Worst of all was the sunburn. She was half-red, her tits tender and sore. From behind, she was as white as ever.

Louise looked up at the tied Vanessa and croaked, “So they’re up to tying you, too. It… it’s hell, Vanessa, Hell!”

“Shut up, cunt. We’ll tell you when to speak.”

“Good going, Keegan,” said Remington. “But why waste all that cum of yours on the floor? Why don’t you have her lick it up like a dog?”

“Yeah, just like the bitch she is. Lick up my jism, baby, and make it snappy. I want to see that tongue of yours working on the rug.”

Keegan came in behind her and lashed her across the back with his belt. The leather strap made a loud slapping sound as it blistered her soft flesh. She painfully moved across the aisle until she came to the white, wet gooey spot on the rug.

Bending forward, she raked her tongue along the rough rug. She almost gagged. Dirt mixed in with the man’s jizz. But it was wet. And she had been dying for any sort of liquid. They had refused her any drinks. Cum was moisture of a sort. And it felt good against her tongue.

She licked more eagerly now, tasting the salty acrid flavor of his cum all over her tongue. But she was regaining a little of her strength if not her dignity — which had been totally stripped from her along with her clothes.

Louise couldn’t imagine how they could do anything more to degrade her. But she was wrong. They found a way. As she licked, her ass jutted up into the air. Keegan used his belt on her perky ass, whipping it with long, swift strokes that sent waves of pain rippling throughout her body.

“Ummmmmm. Oh! That hurts so baaaaaad!” she moaned.

“Keep licking, bitch,” said Keegan, enjoying his domination of the woman. “I want to see all the jizz licked up in five seconds. Suck, damn you, suck it all up and be quick about it!”

The belt lashed repeatedly against her raised ass. She felt the blows landing in a pattern until her ass was crisscrossed with ugly red welts from the whipping. Louise guessed she looked like a piece of plaid from the rear. And from the front she was a solid, hot red.

The fever in her tits almost made her pass out. They were throbbing with the pain of the sunburn. She needed hospital care — and soon — or she would die. But neither of the men seemed likely to let her go. She dropped down and pressed her lips firmly to the floor. She sucked hard and all the cum was gone in a split second.

But they didn’t give her the chance to relish the wetness in her mouth. Keegan used some rope to fasten her hands behind her back. As she tried to raise up to a kneeling position, he shoved her back down. Her face rested on the floor while her ass was up in the air.

“I like this view,” explained Keegan. “I like it so much, I want you to stay like that no matter what.”

Louise moaned as the man began whipping her butt with his belt again. The angry red crease Remington had put in her soft flesh with the bullet he’d fired burned as if she’d had her ass dipped into acid. And every single blow from the belt rocked her forward. With her arms securely bound behind her back, she had to take all the force of the blow by shoving her face into the rough, scratchy rug.

“What do you want from me?” she asked. “What? You’ve beaten me and tied me up and raped me and hung me up by my hair and sunburned me and…” She couldn’t go on. She broke down crying.

“Aw, listen to that, Keegan,” said Remington. “The poor thing’s crying. What do you do when a baby cries?”

“Soothe it,” the man said. “Or maybe give it a bottle. Yeah, I’d give it a bottle.”

“And this chick’s just too tied up to be able to hold onto it, right? So that means you’d better put it in the other end.”

Louise heard the words distantly but she hardly understood what the men were talking about. All this seemed to be a nightmare for her. It couldn’t be real. Nothing this painful could be real, she thought.

And then she found out the true extent of their viciousness and brutality. She heard Remington coming up and asking her, “What’s your favorite booze, Blondie? Bourbon? Vodka? Scotch?”

She didn’t answer. She had no reason to believe they would give her the drink she so desperately needed. They wouldn’t even give her water. They made her lick up a dollop of cum on the floor, instead.

“Scotch. Blondie like Scotch,” said Keegan. “And I got about forty of those dipshit bottles they use.” He rattled a tiny case of the miniature bottles and the clinking glass made Louise long for the days when all she had to do was go up and down the aisles asking the passengers what they wanted to drink.

And she had actually, at one time, disliked the male passengers who had pinched her ass. Now that seemed like the mildest of all possible things to her. After this, she would never complain.

If there was an after for her. She might just die on the spot from the sunburn or the whippings they continued to give her at random.

“Got the hose here,” said Remington. “You got everything ready?”

“Sure do,” said Keegan. “The chick is going to get all the liquid she ever wanted. All of it booze, too. And don’t you dare spill a drop, Blondie. If you do, you’re a goner.”

Louise heard but didn’t understand. And then, as they shoved the hose into her asshole and she felt the burning of the Scotch being poured into her asshole, she understood too well.

“No, you can’t give me an enema like this. It… it’ll kill meeeee!”

She almost fell forward. To have done so would have caused her sunburned tits and pussy-mound to rub on the rough rug. She caught herself just in time. It took great strength in her belly muscles to hold herself up. But the flood of burning alcohol into her bowels drove her out of her mind with pain.

The alcohol burned and seared her insides until she was sure they would kill her with it. She sobbed and cried out in agony and still they continued to pour in the Scotch. She felt the hose wiggle around in her guts, then shove in even deeper to make sure they were reaching her innermost parts.

She felt her belly becoming bloated. She looked down and saw her stomach hanging down as if she were seven months pregnant. The pressure of the Scotch insider her body was almost more than she could bear.

“Enough,” said Remington. To her, he added, “If you spill one lousy fucking drop of that expensive Scotch, Blondie, it’ll be this.” He fired the gun. The bullet smashed into the floor just inches from her head.

She moaned and shied away from the spot where the bullet had gone through the metal. But she had bigger worries. She wanted to puke. The flood of liquor in her guts pushed up on the underside of her stomach causing a gag reflex. She knew it wouldn’t do any good to vomit. She had nothing in her stomach. And the blonde stewardess had heard what they would do is she relaxed and tried to let all that liquid flow back through her asshole.