“Better do it, Vanessa,” she said. “He’ll kill you if you don’t.”
Vanessa did something that caused Remington to screech. The barrel of the pistol lowered and the dark-haired stewardess took off running. Louise decided to give her the best chance possible. She stomped down hard on Remington’s foot to keep him occupied and away from the other girl.
“Out, cunt. This isn’t going to be the nice little picnic you thought it would be. Not now. Not after that dumb stunt.”
She allowed him to pull out her blouse from her waistband in back and shove the big gun up under the fabric. This would keep any of the passengers from seeing the gun and panicking them. They might get the wrong idea about her, but better that than all of them screaming and carrying on.
“Up to the service station in the middle,” Remington grated harshly. “This is going to get messy if you let out so much as a tiny peep to any of the passengers. I won’t hesitate to blow them away, I promise!”
“I… I understand,” she stuttered. She wanted to run, to scream, to rip her blonde hair out by the roots. But panicking now wouldn’t solve anything. If she could just talk him out of it…
He might as well have been reading her mind. “Shut up,” he said. “I don’t want to hear about how I’ll do hard time for this. Hell, Blondie, I’m hijacking this bird. That’s the crime they’ll nail me on — if they ever catch me. Which they won’t. Besides, what’s rape these days? I might do a few months or maybe even a year for it. That doesn’t bother me at all.”
“A year?”
“Sure. You know how it is. Guys like me are victims of society. We ain’t responsible for what we do. So they lock us up for a while and then let us out as soon as their consciences get to hurting them about keeping us penned up like animals.”
“Look, I won’t say a word about wh-what happened back there if you’ll just go sit in your seat and…”
“Cut the bullshit. You’d squeal your fucking head off to the captain. And he’d have the FBI waiting at the next airport. Nope, I’m hijacking this bird all the way to the Middle East. Libya, maybe. That loonie what’s in charge there will fall for any story as long as I say I support him.”
“Do you?”
“Hell, I can’t even pronounce his name. I’m in this for the money, pure and simple. Nothing political. I don’t even bother to vote.”
“Vanessa!” cried Louise, in spite of herself. She felt the sharp jab of Remington’s gun against her spine, but that didn’t still the surprise. Vanessa was already help prisoner by another man with a gun.
“Shut up, you,” said the other man. “I got her before she made it to the cockpit. What do we do with her, Remington?” The smaller man made nervous gestures toward the two women with his gun.
“Fuck’em, of course,” said Remington casually. “And why not? We want to kill some time before we really take over the plane. Is there any better way of doing it than fucking such fine pieces of ass?”
“Nope, you’re right,” the smaller ferret-like man said. “And this one is to my liking,” he said staring obscenely at Vanessa. The dark-haired stewardess cowered back against the wall.
“Go on and take her. I’ll watch to make sure nothing goes out of line in the rest of the plane. You owe it to yourself, Keegan. This is a big hijacking, a million bucks or more for the plane. Why not get used to enjoying only the best like has to offer?”
“She’s sure that.” He studied the raven-haired woman’s body. He seemed to not know where to stop. His eyes went from her oval, pale face to her swan-like throat, and down to the deep valley between her ample tits. The huge swell of her boobs drew him like a magnet. He could imagine burying his face between them and licking and sucking on her soft flesh, feeling her tits pulse and throb-with lust for him.
But her trim waist was a turn-on, too. And the flaring, womanly hips promised one hell of a fine fuck. And those legs! Wrapped around a man’s middle, they could draw his prick even deeper into her darkly thatched pussy.
“Yeah, I’m gonna like fucking this cunt,” Keegan said finally. “What are you going to do, Remington?”
“With Blondie? Nothing right now. She’s already sucked my cock to the point where I don’t think I can get it up again for a while. But when I do, her pussy’s going to sheath it good. I can tell. I doubt she’s a virgin. Are you a virgin, Blondie?”
The muzzle of his gun lifted her skirt in front all the way up to her waist. The shocking pink panties she wore were exposed to the hijacker’s lusting gaze.
“Goddamn, look’it those panties. Bet they’re wet with lust for me, huh?” He grabbed her cunt and squeezed. Louise almost went out of her mind with the shock of his hand on her sensitive snatch. He squeezed rhythmically and she damned herself when she felt her cunt beginning to respond with a sluggish flow of her inner oils.
“Yep, she’s getting wet for me. Damn, but my cock’s just not ready for her yet. But you’ll wait for me, won’t you, Blondie?” He put the gun alongside Louise’s head and rubbed the cold metal against her temple.
She nodded slowly, terrified. The slightest movement of the plane might cause him to squeeze down on the trigger of his gun. It could kill them all, depending on where the bullet went. And she was only too aware that air turbulence could strike anywhere, at any time.
“Please, be careful,” she said.
“Careful? Me? Hell, I’m never careful. That’s why I need all the money off this hijacking. But shut up your yap and watch as Keegan gets it on with your dark-haired friend. She is your friend, huh?”
“Don’t do this,” said Vanessa, pressing herself even flatter against the wall of the plane. “You can get a lot of…”
“Time in jail,” finished Remington. “Blondie’s already told me. And to hell with all that. Fuck her, Keegan, or shut up about it.”
The smaller man reached down and lifted the thin skirt of the stewardess. The woman cringed away from him as if she’d been told he had the plague. Her eyes darted around as she searched for a way to escape. There wasn’t one. She was trapped in the tight confines of the service area, the man’s hands groping for her pussy.
“Ohhh,” she moaned as his hands stroked over her panties-clad pussy-mound. “Don’t do that.”
“Why? Because you like it? Because you wouldn’t be caught dead being fucked by a man like me?” the small man raged, his fingers gripping fiercely on her cunt.
As his finger clawed and twisted, he got enough of a hold on the fabric to jerk it off. A tearing sound echoed through the tiny hold and then he had a tattered pair of panties in his hand. He cast them aside.
“Now we can get on the good stuff.”
“You hurt me,” said Vanessa in surprise. “The waistband cut into my skin, you raised a welt!”
The woman hardly understood what was happening to her. Her world was turning inside out. And when she saw his huge cock gleaming in the light, she realized exactly what this was for the first time.
It was rape.
“NOOO!” she shrieked, trying to get past Keegan. The man moved swiftly. He slammed his body hard into hers and knocked her off balance. She almost sat down on one of the narrow ledges. This raised her legs and put her pussy at just the right level.
He shoved his prick forward as fast as he could, hitting her cunt dead-center. Only the head of his prick entered her body before she twisted and kicked free. But the brutal blow that smashed into her jaw as he struck her made her see stars. She was so stunned, she allowed him to thrust himself back forward again. His cock penetrated her pussy-lips and sank balls-deep into her cunt.
“Ohhhhh!” she moaned, confused. He might have broken her jaw when he hit her. The woman’s entire head buzzed as if a million bees had been released in the confines of her skull.