Robert Vickers: The Unwilling Stewardess

“Teamwork,” mused Remington. “That’s what makes for a good airline crew, I suppose. They certainly fuck and suck well together, don’t they?”

“They’ve had a lot of practice,” said Keegan. “You know how those stewardesses are. All of them fuck like rabbits.”

“These sure do,” said Remington, laughing at the straining foursome on the floor of the plane. “I’m gonna bet you fifty thousand bucks that the co-pilot’s the next one to come.”

“Where you get that kind of money?”

“From the ransom for the plane, of course. You want to bet or you want to dick around?”

“You’re on.”

Louise felt Joel fuck her ass even harder. She didn’t know precisely what Darlene was doing to him from behind, but she could make a good guess. Every time a tongue lashed into the man’s asshole, it stroked over his prostate. This, with the hot, clinging ass-flesh surrounding his prick, was all he needed to get his rocks off.

The co-pilot’s cock exploded like a stick of dynamite in the blonde woman’s asshole. She screamed as his cum gushed out into her tortured butt. The searing enema she had been given earlier had sensitized her ass-walls. Now that the man’s hot, sticky cum blasted into her bowels, she felt every drop as if it were acid.

She screamed and thrashed about the best she could, trapped between the two men’s bodies. She heard laughter echoing through the cabin. She didn’t have to be told to know who was laughing at her. The hijackers were having fun at her expense. They were sadists having fun at all their expenses.

Louise’s entire body tensed until she felt the man’s prick slowly melting and dribbling from her asshole. And then came the aching flood of his jism. It leaked from her well-fucked ass and dripped down across the other man’s prick. The feel of it along her cunt-lips thrilled her strangely. She trembled in response to the feathery, liquid caresses, and somehow this made the captain’s cock seem all the more exciting to her.

He fucked up lifting her off the floor. His prick dived into the seething well of her pussy and then began to grow. It pressed harder and harder into her pussy and she could hardly bear it any more.

“I… I need more!” she cried. “Fuck me goooood!”

She came as the hot rush of his cum filled her pussy. She had been tortured and beaten and sunburned and raped up the butt and cunt — and this felt good. It was more like normal fucking.

Louise only wished it could have been done under more normal circumstances.

“Yeah,” said Remington, stuffing his gun barrel up Louise’s asshole, “I see enough cum there to make me think that the co-pilot got off. He’s okay. And her pussy looks well-fucked, too. I see some jizz there. Open up wide. Let me see your mouth.”

Remington shoved his gun into the woman’s mouth, forcing her lips apart. He studied her like a doctor intent on finding some disease and finally nodded.

“She’s had some cum in her mouth, too. All the guys are safe. I knew you could save them, Blondie. You’re a hot one.”

“Let’s put her on ice for a while and have some fun with the other two,” said Keegan. “My cock’s about ready to pop again.”

“You’re a sex machine,” said Remington, “but then so am I. Just watching the six of them in action made me good and hard, too.” He looked down at his erection, standing at attention in front of his crotch. He gave his cock a few quick strokes and laughed at the horror on the stewardess’ face.

“What’s wrong, honey buns, you don’t like my cock no more?” Well, you’ve got about five seconds to get hungry for it again because I want to fuck your lovable white ass again. You got the most fuckable butt I ever found, even including Blondie’s.”

“You’re animals,” said Darlene. “Why can’t you leave us all alone? Isn’t it enough you flew us halfway around the world and landed us in this godforsaken desert? And that you’re going to get millions of dollars for our ransom?”

“Millions in gold,” Remington corrected. “With inflation the way it is, gold’s the only way to go.”

“You’re animals, horrid, detestable animals!” shrieked Darlene, losing control. “I hate you both! I hate you!”

Remington slapped her across the face. “On your hands and knees, bitch, because I want to fuck you. And Keegan, get the other broad over here. Get her on her back where she belongs. And get to fucking her. We’re going to let these two sample each other’s tits while we’re fucking them.”

Vanessa was forced flat on the floor and her legs were pulled up over Keegan’s thighs, his prick pressing insistently into her cunt. She looked up and saw the dangling boobs just inches away from her mouth. As Remington forced Darlene’s body down, Vanessa found the other stewardess’ tits in her mouth.

And her own were being licked by Darlene. They were locked together in one long sex chain. As Keegan fucked into Vanessa’s pussy, she was able to lick Darlene’s nipples. And Darlene licked her as she was being butt-fucked by Remington.

“Ummmm, oh, ohhh!” cried Darlene. “You’re too big up my ass. You’ll tear me up inside.”

“You love it, bitch. Admit it. Admit it!”

“I… I love it!” she gasped. The man had started fucking her asshole with long, increasingly powerful strokes. She was being burned up inside from the friction of his cock against her tight ass-tunnel.

The three crewmen glanced at each other. There was no way they could hope to escape. They were all pinned against the wall, but Louise was on the other side. All she had to do was get down the back stairs and she would be free.

The captain got the blonde’s attention and silently mouthed out the message, “Run! Hurry! Now!”

Louise shuddered. The thought of the desert sun burning her flesh again wasn’t attractive. The idea of remaining a sex toy for these brutes was even worse. She inched away and waited for the other two women’s bodies to have their full effects on the men’s cocks. When the time came, Remington’s eyes were shut with the ecstasy of sinking balls-deep into a tight and clinging asshole, and Keegan was facing away. She inched farther and farther from the fucking foursome and got to the head of the stairs. The naked blonde shuddered again as the hot air gusted up from below. Then she took the plunge.

The woman rolled down the stairs, scraping and cutting herself as she fell. But she got to the bottom and worked her feet under her. The thought of the big black limo came to her mind. She might be able to get it started and escape across the desert in it.

She had no idea what sort of reception a naked blonde stewardess might be given by the natives of this barren desert, but she knew it couldn’t be any worse than she would get at the hands of Remington if he caught her trying to get away.

Louise pulled up short when she saw a half-dozen men dressed in business suits surge around the car and come toward her, guns in their hands. She had a cold, sinking feeling. Remington and Keegan had friends on the ground. All these men would gang-bang her and leave her to die in the desert.

“Kill me!” she sobbed. “Get it over with.” Dropping to her knees and waiting for the inevitable, she was surprised to see one of the men pull out a badge and flash it at her.

“FBI, ma’am. You’re safe now.”

“Safe?” She thought this was another of Remington’s lies. He was making her think she was safe and then he’d come and laugh at and fuck her again, maybe even inflicting more pain as he did it. Hadn’t he lied and told her he was selling her to a diseased Arab sheik?

“Yes, we’ve been waiting.”

“But this is Libya,” she stuttered as they untied her hands. The returning circulation in her bloated hands made her wince. She couldn’t believe her ordeal was really over.