She didn’t think there was room inside her for both the Scotch enema and the man’s cock. She was wrong. But holding in that smelly, burning tide of the liquid was harder than ever when she could also feel his cock hotly throbbing against her tortured innards.
“You’re killing me!” she cried. “I can’t take any more of this. Let me get rid of the Scotch! Please!”
“Not one drop,” panted Keegan. “And I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
He had already kept that promise. She was bursting inside from the pressure of the enema. Her muscles were about at the point of collapse. Her wrists hurt where he had so cruelly tied them. Her ass was on fire. Her tits throbbed and had begun to crinkle up as the flesh peeled off. And her pussy-mound felt like millions of fire ants were crawling on it and nipping at her tender flesh.
Sunburned and beaten. Roped and raped. She was getting more than any ten women should have endured. And the thought hit the blonde stewardess that the other women had been the recipients of this treatment, too. She was not being singled out.
How did any of them survive?
She gritted her teeth and concentrated on keeping the smelly liquor in her guts. That was all she could do. But thinking about only that was getting harder and harder as the man slowly fucked her cunt.
The friction of his prick against her cunt-flesh turned her on. She panted and gasped in erotic response to his fucking. And the twitching and dancing of his virile prick in her tightly held fuck-channel made controlling her desires all the more difficult.
“Oh, ohhh!” she moaned. “Your cock is so big inside me.”
“And getting bigger,” muttered Keegan. “Shit, I can hardly fuck her without coming. She turns me on a lot.”
His hairy legs punished her whipped ass by rubbing harder and harder against it. The man’s cock plunged deep into her twat and stirred around, making it almost impossible for her to hang onto the load of booze up her asshole. The warmth from the fucking spread throughout her loins and warmed the Scotch enema.
His hands stroked along her flanks and then moved slowly around her body. She cringed as he reached for her clit. He had to cross her sunburned pussy-mound to get to it. She thanked her lucky stars that her clitoris hadn’t been sunburned, too, from the way he savagely fingered it.
Electric tremors of orgasm began flashing through her body. She shuddered as his fingers brushed the tip of her sensitive clit and then she came. The woman wasn’t able to keep from losing the flood of her enema.
“Noooooo!” she cried out as she climaxed.
But she succeeded in holding back some of it. She had to chop off her come to do it, but only a few drops had leaked from her ass. The woman turned and looked up at Remington. The man had his gun waiting for her.
She tightened up even more and felt intense pressure in her guts. With the man fucking her the way he was, this tightened up her cunt around his prick like fingers around a steel bar.
“Goddamn, she’s hot and tight. And I can feel the Scotch sloshing around just a fraction of an inch away from my prick. It’s more than I can take!”
The man’s rhythm turned ragged and he fucked her with all the power in his hips. She cried out and almost fainted from the impact of his body against her whipped and raped ass. And then he came.
The out rush of his hot jism hardly affected her this time — she thought. He pumped hard and fast into her cunt and then dribbled out, his prick exhausted by the frantic fucking.
Then she relaxed a little and out poured a steady flood of the Scotch enema. She collapsed forward not caring that she lay in a pool of the Scotch and her own liquefied shit. The blonde waited for the bullet from Remington’s gun to put her out of her misery.
It never came.
Chapter Nine
“You animals!” cried Vanessa, who had been watching the whole act with horror. “How can you treat her that way?”
“What way, bitch?” asked Keegan. “She’s just getting some fun, aren’t you, Blondie?” A hard shoe poked into Louise’s side. She hardly felt it. Her guts heaved and her belly felt weak and empty after she had let go of all that Scotch enema in her.
“She won’t answer, not right away,” said Remington. “But she’ll come around soon enough. If she doesn’t, I think it would be nice for her to clean up all this mess. With her tongue.”
Louise heard that and shivered with dread. How much more could they demand of her? Why her? She realized that she was the one they concentrated their evilness on. Vanessa had been raped repeatedly, and so had Darlene, but the things they tolerated were nothing compared to the methodical tortures the two hijackers heaped on her.
“Let her go,” called out Captain Jackson. “You’re killing the poor woman. So far, no one’s died. She will if you keep it up.”
“So hijacking isn’t a federal rap? We can get more than that than we’d ever get for rape or murder. That’s the way the law reads, Captain Jack,” said Remington, boasting openly of their accomplishments.
“You’re wrong. If we plead with the judge for leniency…”
“Which, you’d never do, not now, not after all this,” said Remington. “Nope, Keegan and I like it here. The desert is a bit barren but the blonde chick makes roughing it a pleasure, don’t you Blondie?”
“Don’t touch me!” she screamed.
“Listen to that, Remington,” said the other hijacker. “She’s turning unsociable. We should teach her a lesson.”
“I agree. Do it.”
Remington leaned back in his seat and propped his feet up on the seat in front as he watched Keegan advance on the bound and helpless woman. Her blue eyes widened in fear but she couldn’t speak, not even to scream. She felt drained and yet totally afraid at the same time. She shook her head sending out blonde cascades of hair.
“Yeah, baby, I’m going to have some more fun with you,” said Keegan. He dropped to her side and pulled out a filthy handkerchief. He flipped it around a few times then blindfolded her with it.
She was cast into total darkness. She had nothing but the input from her tortured nerve endings to tell her what was happening. The stench of her Scotch enema filled her nostrils. The sounds coming to her ears weren’t too helpful.
But the pain!
She sobbed bitterly from the pain, she felt throughout her body. They hadn’t neglected a single place to inflict agony on her. She tried to categorize it, itemize it, and tried to will it away. The woman failed because of the overwhelming amounts of sheer agony.
Her wrists were cut from the rope around them. Her hands were puffed up and dead from lack of circulation. Her shoulders and neck and scalp tingled constantly from being suspended under the wing of the airplane. She vowed to cut her precious blonde hair as short as possible whenever she got free — if she ever got out of this alive.
Her body was half-sunburned and very raw and tender. Her tits wrinkled prunes and her pussy-mound trembled from the pain inside her.
And her ass!
The spot where the bullet had ceased her made sharp pangs of torture pass into her unprotected asscheeks. But the whipping with the belt had really made her burn and cry with pain.
And inside, she was even worse off. Her cunt had been fucked repeatly. She felt as floppy and loose inside as a fifty-year-old whore. But it was up her ass that she felt real agony.
Where the Scotch enema had flowed, she burned as if acid had been pumped into her guts. All through her intestines she quivered, trying to fight off the sharp pain of that alcoholic enema. Her guts were still bloated even though she had expelled the smelly liquid. She wanted to look down and see how her once-trim body looked.
The blindfold cut off even that small reward for her endurance. She was blind and couldn’t tell what Keegan and Remington were doing around her. She guessed from the terrified gasps of Vanessa and the others that it must be pretty bad. The blonde stewardess vowed not to let anything more upset her, but she was still lost in pain and suffering.