“Fuck me, sheik!” she cried out. “Show those hijackers how a real man can fuck a woman!”
The tempo of the fucking increased. The cock drilled hard and fast through her abused flesh and found parts of her cunt that hadn’t been touched by a man’s prick in a long time. Every single square-inch of her pussy throbbed with pleasure. This was the first time since Remington had shown her the gun and forced her to suck him off that she had felt any joy whatsoever.
“Fuck, sheik, fuck me good. Give my pussy everything that the hijackers couldn’t. Make me come. Make me feel good all over!”
She nurtured the faint feels of joy mounting in her belly. The fucking had made her tense up enough so that she felt better now. The bloating from the Scotch enema was about gone. The burning up her ass still stayed with her, but she could ignore it if the pleasure in her pussy build enough.
The woman began flopping up and down, driving her snatch down around the impaling spike of cock. She didn’t doubt that it was one of the hijackers fucking her — probably Remington. But she wanted to come and erase some of the horror in her body and to get back at them.
“No American ever fucked me like this. You’re great, sheik. Give me more of that cock of yours. Pleasure me goooooooood!”
She shivered when she felt her cunt-juices leaking around the thick plug of cock in her pussy and down the insides of her asscheeks. The lubricants soothed her tortured flesh.
And then she came.
It hammered into her body and made her toss about until she thought her arms and legs would be jerked from their sockets. Being hung suspended between the railings wasn’t the best way to fuck, but it relieved the pain she felt whenever her sunburned body touched something hard.
“You lousy fucking bitch!” cried Remington. “You know I’m the one fucking you, not some Arab camel jockey. You stupid cunt!”
He punished her with his prick. He fucked her until she was panting with lust, then he would pull out until she cooled off. Then he would fuck her hard again to the point of needing to come.
The constant unfulfilled feeling mounted inside her until she thought she might go mad from it. She was hornier now than she had even been in her life. The feel of his cock aroused her. When she got to the point of orgasm, he would stop and deny her the ultimate in human pleasure.
But the woman realized this was also having its toll on Remington. He couldn’t keep up the pace for long without shooting his jism.
She was right.
He fucked hard and fast. She felt his prick pulsing hotly, expanding and pressing against her trembling cunt-walls. The turgid cock would erupt in cum any second. Knowing this, she tensed her pussy-muscles to trap him in the hot, clinging confines of her belly. She partially succeeded. He had to pull hard. Only the slick juices allowed him to escape.
But when he came, he spewed his jism all over her belly and tits and face. She laughed at him. She had triumphed. While she hadn’t come, she had been able to make him feel a little less a man. That was a moot victory for her though, when he jumped past her and left her hanging out in the drying wind, her juicy cunt fully exposed to the stinging sand of the storm brewing.
Louise passed out, the blackness a welcome relief for her.
Chapter Ten
“Are you all right, Louise?” came Darlene’s voice. “You look more dead than alive.”
“That’s the way I feel,” the blonde stewardess admitted. “What happened? Did they leave?”
“Hardly. They just had a brief lapse into humanity. They decided to let us attend to you before you died from exposure.”
“God, your cunt,” whispered Vanessa. “It looks like a mess. Sorry.”
“I know what you mean. I feel a mess. But why are they picking on me?” The woman realized how that sounded and quickly added, “I mean I’m glad they’re not doing this to you two, but why did they pick me for all this?”
“Something to do with Remington’s ex-girlfriend, I think. She was a blonde, or something, and he has it in for all blondes. He sure as hell has it in for you, Louise. I don’t know how you survived it all.” Darlene put a cold rag on the woman’s face and washed away some of the desert grit caked there.
“We can’t do a whole lot of nursing for you. We don’t have more than some aspirin.”
“I’ll take anything, thanks,” said the abused blonde stewardess. “But I think I scored a point against Remington when I claimed it was a sheik fucking me instead of him. But I knew it was him and not some Arab.”
“She’s delirious,” said Darlene.
“No, no I’m not. It was like this… “
Before she could explain how they had strung her up and threatened her with being fucked by a diseased Arab, an angry voice cut it.
“Are you finished with her yet? We got some hot and horny guys out here who want a piece of her action.”
“What do you mean?” asked Darlene apprehensively. “What are you going to make them do?”
Her eyes darted around. She saw the three men’s cocks still tied with the thin-thread. Somehow, just from their slight movements, the nooses around their pricks had tightened. As the string pulled harder on the men’s cocks, they all got erections. She could see the blood hammering into each one, making them buck with seeming lust.
“Look at them,” said Remington. “Aren’t they just about the horniest things you ever saw? All them guys got boners that would make even me proud.” He glanced down at his own limp prick, limp from having fucked Louise so recently. “I figure we owe it to them.”
“You’d kill Louise, but you think you owe those three men something?” scoffed Vanessa. “Don’t make me laugh. You’re sadists wanting to torture her.”
“Shut up,” said Remington, a sneer on his face. “I’m the one calling the shots around here. All the shots.” He cocked the gun and dragged it slowly over the tied woman’s tits.
She shivered at the touch. When he pressed it firmly into her tit and went “bang!” she almost passed out from fright. He laughed at her and then turned back to the flight crew. The three men glared at Remington, hate in their eyes. They didn’t like what the hijackers were doing any more than the stewardesses did.
“Yeah, you three studs have been good and haven’t given us no lip. We think you should have some nookie as a reward.”
“Louise?” asked Captain Jackson.
“Of course. Every stud likes blonde pussy. And this blonde’s pussy is about the best. Hell, man, look at it. All nice and red and cheerful looking. It’s just waiting for cock.”
“So’s her asshole,” chimed in Keegan.
“And you can’t forget her mouth. God, can that bitch suck cock. Why, when she and I went into that back john and she sucked on my cock, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. It was that good.”
“Surely you guys want some action like that,” said Keegan. “She’s a tight one up the pussy and ass and her mouth’s the best ever. You heard what Remington said about that.”
“Go to hell,” said Joel.
Remington slapped the co-pilot hard across the face. The man staggered and cried out in pain. The thread around his balls tightened up to the point where he feared it might cut off his cock and balls totally.
The others tied together grunted in pain, too, but they didn’t let on that they were in any real pain. They both recognized the fact that Remington and Keegan fed like vampires on suffering. The more that was shown, the more insatiable would the hijackers’ lusts become.
“You’ll do just as you’re told,” said Remington. “Otherwise, we start wasting people. Like honey buns, there.” He pointed his gun at Darlene’s head and aimed along the barrel, closing one eye and making a big production out of it. “At this range, who could miss?”