Robert Vickers: The Unwilling Stewardess

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.

“Fuck faster, all of you!” cried Remington. The sharp report of a pistol being fired into the floor near them caused all three to jump. The two men fucked faster, grinding Louise shamelessly.

The captain managed to hunch up and lift the weight of both Louise and his co-pilot. This shoved his prick ever deeper into the woman’s pussy. She thrilled to the touch of his cock moving inside her juicy cunt. But the pain when both his and Joel’s cock filled her up made her cry out in anger and pain.

“Not good enough for you, Blonde?” asked Remington. “Well, I have just the answer. You’re just using your mouth too much. And not for the right things. I remember how well you suck cock. And Baldy over there is getting jealous. He isn’t getting any of the action from you. So you’re going to suck him off. Get over there, Baldy.”

Louise had turned her head to one side. She felt the soft brushing of cock against her lips. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but the radioman’s crotch. His balls dangled loosely, the thread still hanging around them. His cock was stiff as an iron rod and just inches from her face.

“No!” she cried. “Don’t make me do th-“

Darlene had reached over and shoved the man’s prick into the helpless woman’s mouth. Louise almost gagged at the unexpected entry. He didn’t shove his hips forward to fuck her face and this kept her from choking. But that didn’t last long.

She heard a loud whack and felt the radioman jump. She guessed that Keegan was whipping the man across the ass. This made him shove his hips forward with every stinging blow. And this made him face-fuck her.

The blonde stewardess resigned herself to more misery. Any two of the men she might have been able to enjoy. All three were a chore. The captain fucked her cunt with slow, sure strokes that soothed and excited her at the same time. The way the co-pilot fucked ripped and tore at her guts until she wanted to die.

Now she had to suck on the third man’s cock.

“By the way, did I tell you guys that if you don’t come, I’ll kill you? I didn’t?” said Remington. “How stupid of me to forget it. Just got excited over fucking Blondie, I suppose. But it’s true. If you don’t come, I’m going to shoot you dead.”

Louise felt all three of the men tense up. She guessed they had been thinking they would take it easy with her, not to make her endure an all-out fucking. But that was past. She realized they had to abuse her collectively or they would die. Self-preservation came into play.

She felt them increase their penetrations.

The blonde woman should have loved every second of this. Most women never got the chance to fuck with two men at a time, much less three. But this wasn’t under circumstances any of them had chosen freely. They were all prisoners of the hijackers and being made slaves by them.

“Isn’t that a sexy pile?” asked Remington. “But there’s something missing. I want to make sure they all enjoy it and here’s the poor honey buns just sitting and watching. Join them, honey buns.”

He prodded Darlene in the ass with his shoe. She glared at him and asked, “Where should I go? It looks like all the available cock is being used.”

“Humor. I like that in a chick. Why, honey buns, all you have to do is do some licking. Try licking the co-pilot’s asshole, for example. That’ll help him get his rocks off and might save him from getting ventilated with this.”

Remington fired another bullet into the ceiling of the airplane. Darlene cringed. And then Keegan shoved her onto the writhing pile of sweating flesh. She found her head being pressed down savagely into the co-pilot’s hairy ass.

Her tongue hesitantly licked out. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, but it didn’t much appeal to her — not when it was being enforced with the threat of death. But her tongue lightly crossed the man’s asshole and she felt him stiffen. This inspired her to drive the pointy tip of her darting pink tongue all the way up into his asshole.

The instant she did so, he struggled to fuck even harder into Louise’s ass. The blonde woman didn’t know what was causing the commotion, but it was giving her more and more pain up the ass. The man’s cock tore her apart with every single stroke. Yet she couldn’t urge him to fuck her butt any slower, any more gently. Not when she had a mouthful of cock.

She sucked harder on the prick shoving in and out of her face. Her tongue whirled around the tip and teased the tiny flap of flesh dangling under the cleft head. She thought she might get him off fast if she gave him enough suction. She didn’t want to see any of the men shot to death.

If they had to come in her body to survive, that was their mutual goal. She might be hurting and humiliated by this forced mass fucking, but her duty lay in trying to get them all to shoot their wads.

Sucking until her cheeks went hollow, she pulled harder and harder at the radioman’s cock. She felt it twitching and churning with desire. The bitter drop of pre-cum never formed on his cock, though. He needed more stimulation than she could give him to get off.

She gasped as the captain lifted his hips again and shoved into her cunt. He might be tearing her apart all the way to the chin the way he fucked. With her hands still cruelly bound behind her back, she couldn’t even reach around and cup his balls to urge him to fuck her cunt with a slower tempo. She was caught in the middle and was helpless.

“A good orgy,” said Keegan, “but we’re leaving her out.” He pointed over to Vanessa, still strung up spread-eagle in the aisle. He quickly cut her down and shoved her down into the pile. “Lick that guy’s balls,” he said, pointing to the radioman. “She is sucking good on his prick. You can have the hairy little bag holding his nuts.”

This was what the man needed to get off. Louise saw Vanessa’s head parting the man’s thighs and coming up to engulf his balls. As she tongued and sucked and licked his balls, Louise hurried up on the tip of his cock. Together, she and Vanessa got him off.

The salty flood of jism into her mouth choked her. She spat out part of it, gasping for air. As long as she was held in a sex-sandwich between the captain and the co-pilot, she wasn’t able to escape. The radioman’s cock shot out with his jism and she felt more alone than at any time in her life.

“Thanks,” said the man, panting for breath. “I don’t think I would have made it without both of you helping me out.”