Robert Vickers: The Unwilling Stewardess

“Wh-what are you going to do with us now?” asked Vanessa, cowering in the back of the small galley. “You’ve done just about all you can to us.”

Louise swallowed hard as she heard what the other woman said. It was true. Being forced to suck off Remington in the small john was bad enough, but compared to what the men had done to Vanessa and Darlene, Louise had gotten off easy. She trembled at the thought of having either of them rape her.

She enjoyed fucking as much as any woman did, but she preferred to pick the man she went to bed with. Rape wasn’t in the cards for her, she’d thought. But it just showed that nothing in life was safe. The flight had started as routinely as any other.

It hadn’t lasted that way very long. Remington had come on strong to her. And then he had pulled the gun on her and made her suck him off. The taste of his jizz still lingered on her lips. She tried to stop herself but couldn’t do it. Her tongue fleetingly licked out across her red lips and tasted his salty, tangy come, again.

She felt herself getting damp in the crotch. The sight of Keegan fucking Vanessa and Remington ass-fucking Darlene had done things to her that she preferred not to think about. They had turned her on and she was all weak and shaking from just watching.

Louise didn’t even want to think about what she would be feeling if they had actually used her to stuff their pricks instead of the other two stewardesses.

“My old pecker’s dead now,” said Remington. “I guess the time’s about right for us to get to work.”

“What do you mean?” asked Darlene, frightened. “Y-you aren’t going to rape me again, are you?”

“Whatsamatter, honey,” asked Remington, “horny for my friend again? If you want, you can suck on it just like your blonde friend did. Maybe that would get him hard again, but I got to warn you, she gives about the best head I ever got. You would have to go a long ways to beat her blow-job.”

Darlene shot a frightened look at Louise, a look that changed subtly as she studied the woman. It was as if she saw Louise for the first time. The blonde stewardess returned the gaze, then glanced down at the floor, feeling guilty for what she’d done.

It hadn’t been her fault. No sane person would have argued with a man holding a gun to her head. She’d had to suck him off. But the way Darlene stared at her made her feel cheap and used — a whore and little else.

“Ah, let’s cut all this chatter, Remington. I want to get some money to spend. These chicks are great, but I’m tired right now.”

“Right, Keegan. Let’s go hijack ourselves a jet plane. To the front, sweet buns.” He poked Darlene in the side with his pistol. “And don’t try to do nothing stupid, you two. Keegan’s going to be back here with you and the poor guy’s got this twitch. And when his finger’s on the trigger… “

Remington laughed as he shoved Darlene toward the cockpit.

“Don’t lose your cool, baby,” he whispered to her. “Just keep on walking and nobody gets burned, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Sir,” he mused, “I like that. Shows respect. You musta really liked the butt-fucking I gave you.”

She couldn’t keep the bowlegged roll out her walk as she went down the narrow aisle. The soreness in her ass was beginning to bother her. The rush of adrenaline was gone now and the fear was fading a little. And she had to admit that her sudden unaccountable lust for the man when he had started ass-raping her was going away, too.

“Darlene! Hey,” shouted the man she had been talking with earlier. “Can I get another drink?”

The man stood up. Remington turned on him and shoved him back into his seat. “Just stay put, buddy, and nobody gets hurt. Don’t be a hero.”

The man stared at the gun in Remington’s hand. “Right,” he said. “No heroes on board this plane.”

“Into the cockpit. Hurry it up, sweet buns,” the hijacker said to Darlene. She was already through the tiny door. She hesitated, thought about slamming it in the man’s face, but gave up on the idea.

The thin metal pane wouldn’t stop him for five seconds if he wanted to come through. And firing through would be disastrous for all of them. A bullet zinging through the control panel would send them all down in flaming ruins.

“Hello,” said Remington, glancing around the narrow cockpit, “this is a hijacking. Don’t do anything cute and you might live to tell your grandkids about it. Fuck up and you’re dead. Got it?”

“Honest, Captain, I couldn’t do a thing!” protested Darlene.

“Honest, Captain,” mimicked Remington, “she has the sweetest and most fuckable ass I ever drove my cock into. She is a hell of a lay. And that’s some crew you got back there. One chick — the blonde one — gives the best head around. And the other’s pussy is real tight, damned tight, in fact.”

“What do you want?” said Captain Jackson coldly. He had already pressed the small button under the control panel that automatically signaled all ground stations that a hijacking was in progress. But that did little good when they were flying at 35,000 feet.

“Money, of course. None of that political shit. We want ten million bucks. In gold. You, the bald guy with the radio headset, go on and tell them. Otherwise, my friend and I’ll just crash this big jet somewhere.”

“In gold?” asked the captain. “That’s a lot of weight. I hope you know how you’re going to transport it.”

“Sure do. In the plane. Or maybe not. Maybe we’ll land the plane and have them bring it all to us. That seems the best way. Head out for Libya.”

“But that’s in Africa!” protested the co-pilot.

“We’ll do it, Joel,” said the captain. “He’s got the gun. We don’t have any other choice. But it’ll take a few minutes to get the course changed.”

“Do what you have to. But I get bored easy. In face, while you’re busy with all that technical bullshit, I think I’ll have your two good friends here help out Darlene.”

“Help her out?” asked Joel. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, she’s just so damned horny for cock she can’t stand it. She wants it in her mouth bad. I mean, she can taste it and it doesn’t do her any good. She got her ass fucked like it should have been a long time ago, but she’s hungry for cock, aren’t you, Darlene?”

He nudged her just under the tits with his pistol. The woman glanced around the cockpit in wild-eyed terror, but she saw no support anywhere. She bobbed her brunette head up and down in agreement.

“See? So you two get your pricks out and let her suck on them. Maybe go at it both at once, I don’t know. I’ll think about it. And you, Baldy… “

“The name’s Guy,” said the radioman.

“Yeah, right. You, Baldy, get your cock out and get it into her face, or I might get a little trigger happy.” Remington pointed the gun directly at the radio set and pulled the trigger.

The roar of the gun deafened them. Guy made a wild dive of his set but the bullet had ripped the guts out of it.

Darlene dropped to her knees, shaking, her face ghost-white. “Thank God, it didn’t go through the hull,” she gasped.

“Naw, couldn’t have. I use dum-dums. It hits something and spreads its lead all over. Won’t even go through a human. Mess one up inside but it wouldn’t go through. Want me to show you on Baldy? Or will you get to sucking his dick like I told you.”

Both Darlene and Guy almost collided in the middle of the cabin in their haste to obey. As long as they knew Remington was willing to fire inside the cabin, they knew he was willing to go all the way. He would kill them if he thought they weren’t obeying fast enough.