Robert Vickers: The Unwilling Stewardess

“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.”

“Now, Darlene, now!” Louise had to fight to keep from screaming. Her pale face or the tone of her voice or something about the way she stood told Darlene that something was wrong.

“I’ll check with you later, Roger,” she said to the man, then stood and brushed past Louise saying, “This had better be damned good. I don’t find guys like that very often. Usually they’re so old their dentures keep falling out when they talk to me.”

“Oh, Darlene,” said Louise. “I’m sorry. God, you’ll never know how sorry I am about this.”

“About what?” And then Darlene saw the gun in Remington’s hand. Her head turned back and saw the stricken look on Louise’s face and the white-as-a-ghost complexion of Vanessa.

“Yeah, pretty lady, this is a hijack. But right now, we’re biding our time and just hijacking a little pussy. Right, Keegan?”

“Right, Remington. And God, how I wish I could play pirate in this one’s snatch. She’s a looker, that’s for sure.” The man was almost drooling on himself as he looked Darlene over.

Louise guessed that he found Darlene extremely attractive. The other stewardess was a little fleshier than either Louise or Vanessa. She had thick thighs and an ass that rolled perfectly as she walked. Her tits were bigger, too, and Louise knew that some men really got off on seeing them sway and swing as the stewardess moved.

“What are you going to do?” demanded Darlene, frightened but still not aware of the atrocities these two men were capable of committing.

“Don’t give us that bullshit line about giving ourselves up, girlie. We heard it already. As I said, we’re pussy pirates right now and Long John Silver here’s gonna stuff his sword all the way up your sheath.”

“What?”

“He’s going to rape you,” stammered Vanessa. “Like the other one did me.”

Then Darlene got scared. She turned and started to run out into the cabin. She bumped into Louise in her haste. The pair fumbled for a moment and then crashed to the floor in a pile of arms and legs. Remington came over and yanked them to their feet.

“Now, get back there into that dinky kitchen. I want to fuck you right now and if I don’t get my rocks off in a hurry, you’re all gonna be in a world of trouble.”

“Maybe they’d like to walk home from here?” suggested Keegan. “It’s a hell of a big step. But if you survive that, it’s a lot easier going from then on.” He laughed viciously and gestured with his gun. He poked it into Darlene’s tits, finding her nipple poking through the thin fabric of her uniform and capturing it in the barrel of his gun.

The woman moaned softly as her tit began to throb from his mishandling. She felt her nipple totally filling up the barrel of the gun. Her nipple expanded and then cruelly pushed against the steel. The man leaned into her and the barrel sank into her marshmallowy soft tit-flesh.

“Bang!” he said. “I’d love to bang you.”

“You’re evil,” panted Darlene, her eyes wide with horror at what Keegan was doing. The sight of that gun menacing her had convinced the woman that this wasn’t some sort of practical joke. It was for real. These men were killers — and worse.

“Buzz off, man,” said Remington. “She’s mine. I got the boner and you don’t. That makes her all mine this time.”

“This time,” said Keegan, stepping back. His gun never left Darlene. Louise hesitated, thinking about going for the captain. But with the other stewardess as hostage, there wasn’t much the captain could do. He would be at their mercy, too.

And Remington and Keegan hadn’t shown they had any mercy.

“That sweet, waggling ass of yours really turns me on,” said Remington. “I think it would be fun fucking it.”

“What?” asked Darlene, stunned at the rapid turn of events. “You can’t mean you want to…”

“Yeah, baby, I’m gonna cornhole you. And I’ll bet it’s gonna be a load of fun, too. That cushion you got hanging in back of you is the most fuckable looking ass I’ve seen in years.”

“You can’t do this!” she cried and then she found out that Remington could ass-rape her. His strong hands spun her around and bent her over one of the seats. Her hands fluttered futilely across the seat cushion while the man hiked up her skirt from behind.

“Hmmmm, she wears panties, too. Keegan, remind me to pass a message along to the president of this airline telling him it would be better if none of the airline flight attendants wore any undies.”

“Right, boss. Got it. Memo to the sap running this dipshit airline.”

“And hand me that knife.”

“Knife!” croaked Darlene. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I told you, baby doll. I’m gonna fuck you up the tailpipe. But first, I’m gonna get you naked like you should be.”

She felt the cold steel of the knife blade raking along her soft inner thigh. The woman almost went mad from fear. And yet there was something sensuous about the knife against her skin, something she couldn’t put into words. When she felt the sharp tip poke up under her panties, she almost cried out. A gun barrel poking into the side of her head shut her up.

“Good girl,” said Keegan. “We don’t want a lot of nosy passengers coming up to see what’s happening. Why, they might want some of this hot and heavy action themselves. And they don’t get it if they travel economy, you know.”