Captain Maxwell made a routine landing at San Juan. Just before the base leg I had convinced Smith that in order to disembark the passengers smoothly, I had better be in the cabin. He let me go and I closed the flight deck door behind me and as casually as possible strolled down the aisle to Bob, who now seemed wide awake. Ellen, standing in the galley, saw me and I signaled her to stay cool. The one thing we didn't want was to alert the passengers.
Bob said, "Ellen told me."
"I hope she didn't tell anyone else," I said. "We want to get the passengers off as smoothly as possible."
"Just me and I'm staying aboard."
"No, Bob… he's dangerous. If he flips… "
"Just one passenger, I'll convince him."
"We'll see." It was stupid to argue with him at this point. I said, "Come into the galley."
Ellen was calm. "What's happening?" She had followed normal routine and the galley was closed down. I brought them up to date as quickly as possible. I even told them about my little session with Smith, feeling the tingle of sexual afterglow as I did so. I could still sense the throbbing fingers in my avid asshole!
Then, as briefly as possible, I outlined my plan. I've got to give credit to Ellen, she was scared but she endorsed my idea, she would play it to the hilt, so to speak. Bob was worried and had a difficult time trying to hide it. He was concerned more for me than anything else and he insisted again that he intended to stay on board. I melted with love for the guy. I scooted him back into his seat just as the Captain's voice, calm and with great assurance, flowed from the P.A. speakers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. Due to runway problems at St. Thomas, we have been diverted to San Juan. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause you but I'm sure that the problem will be cleared up quickly and you'll be on your way again. Meanwhile World International has arranged to make your delay as painless as possible. Thank you."
As we turned into the final approach I made my announcement; "Ladies and gentlemen, please extinguish all cigarettes and raise your seat backs to the straight-up position. We request for your own safety that you remain seated until the aircraft has come to a complete stop. We will be using the rear exit to disembark. Though your trip is not over as yet, I would like to join with Captain Maxwell in offering my apologies for the unavoidable delay we are all being subjected to and thank you for flying World International."
I strapped in next to Ellen. "Why the rear door?" she asked.
"Smith insists on it," I answered. "It's the best deal for him. He can watch it from anywhere in the airplane and we won't need a mobile ramp."
"Aren't we taxiing to the terminal?"
"No, we'll disembark the passengers on one of the taxi strips."
We touched down, and a few seconds later as the engines reversed I glanced out and noticed an ambulance and two busses racing up one of the strips. Those vehicles were the only ones Smith would permit within 100 yards of the aircraft.
The passengers disembarked with no incidents other than a dozen or so questions about why they were leaving the aircraft so far from the terminal. Ellen and I fielded the questions as best we could but I was somewhat concerned about how the two stews in tourist were handling things. From where I was standing, at the temporary bulkhead separating first and tourist, I could see them on either side of the rear door. Behind me, I could sense the presence of Smith standing in the open flight deck door. The passengers, about one-third of them, were still in the aircraft, making their way to the exit. To accomplish what I had in mind required speed and stealth; I had just a few minutes at best. I ducked into the galley, out of Smith's line of sight, and grabbing a pencil scribbled a quick note on a cocktail napkin: 'HIJACKED, GET OUT. Using the pretense of checking empty seats, I made my way rearward toward the departing passengers. A glance over my shoulder ascertained that Smith's attention had been, for the moment at least, diverted into the cockpit. Praying that my luck would hold out, I handed the folded napkin to the last passenger in the line and in as calm a voice as possible asked him to hand it to one of the stewardesses by the door on his way out. Without waiting for a reaction, I turned and headed back up the aisle. My luck held; I made it back into the first class section before Smith turned his head.
Bob was slumped down into his seat, well out of Smith's line of sight. I realized that nothing I could say would convince him to leave the aircraft. He smiled at me and got a well-deserved frown in return.?
I watched as the passengers filed out the rear door. As the last* one, the man to whom I had handed the note, approached the exit, he stopped for a moment and then, grasping the two stews around their waists, propelled them through the opening and down the steps. Smart man, he obviously had read my scribbling on the napkin and rather than waste time by passing the note, had simply taken matters into his own hands.
Smith flipped "What the fuck's going on!" He was screaming, his face livid, both hands clutching the fused dildo. (The other, obviously the one loaded with dynamite, was protruding from his breast pocket). "Who told those bitches they could leave? So help me… I'll kill all of you!"
"Take it easy… " I said.
"I give the fucking orders!" His hand was clutching the dildo, fingers white and trembling. The other hand grasped the bottom… one turn was all that was needed, one quick twist and… "I'll blow your guts out… all of you!"
"Take it easy," I repeated, "You don't need them, you have us, Ellen and me and the crew. What good would two more do you?"
"Shut up, bitch! I command this airplane, not you, not the Captain, nobody except me! From now on nothing happens unless I command it to happen!"
We sat on the taxi strip for almost two hours. During that entire period Smith stood in the open flight-deck doorway, dividing his attention between the cockpit and the cabin while just eight feet from him, Bob, unobserved, slouched in his seat. The aircraft was fueled up while two mechanics came on board to disconnect the rear door interlock, so that it could be opened during flight. The rear hatch on the Boeing 727 opens from the underside of the aircraft and is provided with its own ramp. It has, in the past, been used by hijackers as a bailout exit because its belly-aft position precludes the possibility of a parachutist striking the tail or some other structural part of the aircraft on the way out. A few years ago, in order to prevent hijackers from taking advantage of this, all commercial 727s were modified so that the door could not be opened in flight. Smith had ordered this interlock removed.
When the two parachutes were placed on board, Smith suddenly demanded four more. Grinning in his usual evil, paranoid manner, he stated that if there were homing devices installed in the chutes, they were going to present the authorities with an unsolvable tracking problem. He meant to drop four of them out of the airplane at random, hundreds of miles apart, the fifth and sixth, he'd be wearing. He seemed to be totally unaware of the gross error inherent in this plan. It was my turn to smile.
Finally, the money was placed on board. As demanded by Smith, it consisted of large, old bills, packed in a suitcase. He ordered Ellen and me to count it. The suitcase was opened at his feet and we counted out exactly one-million dollars. Most of the bills were thousand-dollar denominations, except for about 100 five-hundred dollar bills.
We got off the ground at 3:54 PM. Five minutes later, Smith discovered Bob. It was simple, Bob just sat upright shortly after the wheels left the ground. Smith's reaction was a double take and then, "Where in the fuck did you come from!"
"Been here, right here… never left… "
"Right there?" Smith was trembling with rage, fighting to hold himself in.
"Yup, fell asleep… "
"You're a dead man! You cocksucker!" Smith screamed. "Fm going to toss you out of the fucking airplane!"
"No you're not." Bob's voice was calm as he casually lit a cigarette. "I'm staying on board… "
"You're a fucking dead man!" Smith interrupted, his voice hysterical.
"Let's look at the facts, Mr. Smith," Bob continued. "You want to eject me out the back of this aircraft, you've got to open the door, strangle me and then drag my dead body to the rear of the plane… You can't do that, Smith."
"Like hell I can't!"
"You can't do that and still hold onto your bomb. Funny thing about your bomb, I've noticed that it would take two hands to set it off. You've got to twist the bottom. How are you going to kill me, no-handed? You put that bomb down and we'll take you… there are six of us."
"Fuck you… all of you! I'll blow this fucking plane out of the sky! Don't play games with me, you son-of-a-bitch!"
"No games, OK… Why don't we just all relax. You've got your money and your parachutes."
Smith peered at Bob, his lips compressed with hate, eyes glinting. "You a fucking sky marshal?" His voice was calm, his words precise. I found that far more frightening than his usual hysteria.
It seemed to have gotten through to Bob also and he answered quietly, the bravado gone from his voice, "No, I'm Gaby's fiancй."
"You wanted to be a hero and protect your interests, is that it?"
"Right"
"How do I know you're not lying? Can you prove it?"
"What do you need for proof?"
Smith grinned. "Any distinguishing marks on her body that you'd know about?"
"Yes, now that you mention it," Bob answered, smiling back at the hijacker. "She shaves her pubic hair."
Smith turned to me, but I was way ahead of him. I was already removing my clothing. Bob's identifying statement was right down my alley; it fit in perfectly with my plan. I looked directly into Smith's eyes as my breasts were bared. I smiled and watched as his eyes dropped and then, very gently, I reached up and pinched both nipples. A few seconds later, with fingers hooked into my panty hose, I began to lower my skirt… slowly. I glanced over at Bob, who winked, indicating to me that he understood and concurred. I returned the signal. As my vaginal area came into view, Smith seemed to salivate.
He turned to Bob and wetting his lips, said, "Your girl has a fantastic looking cunt, old buddy."
"Thank you," said Bob, still smiling.
"Maybe it will wipe that smile off your face if I told you that I knew all about her hairless pussy! I was finger-fucking her on the flight deck! How does that grab you, lover?"
Bob's smile didn't waver. "To really appreciate it," he stated, "you've got to taste it."
Smith looked confused. "I've got work to do… " He turned on his heel and strode into the cockpit.
The first of three checkpoints announced by Smith was to be Aruba. He made it quite clear to the captain that he was totally familiar with all three checkpoints from the air and that there was no way he could be fooled. He stayed on the flight deck and as we passed over the island we took to be Aruba, Bob went forward to check. He returned a few minutes later to tell us that Smith had announced Maracaibo in Venezuela as the second checkpoint. The three of us waited, seated in the lounge section, drinking vodka tonics. I kept my clothes off. According to my plan there was no reason to put them back on. After a while, I realized that it would be advantageous for Ellen to be naked, too. Zero hour was approaching! Bob and I both shared a mutual erotic appreciation of her softly rounded body as she undressed. Despite the situation (or perhaps because of it), I was feeling horny. The hot desire to watch while Bob fucked her pretty little snatch… to see her face registering orgasm… to feel her oily tongue in my mouth while my lover's fat cock was spewing globs of hot cream into her.
My lustful reverie was broken when Bob said, "You're beautiful, Ellen!"
"Thank you," she said, unconsciously stroking her inner thighs.
"Ellen has the sexiest little body in the entire universe," I said. "She's too much,… just look at those sweet breasts and that little red bush! Bob… wouldn't you just love to… "
"Yeah… " whispered Bob.
"You're wrong, Gaby," she said, "You have the sexiest body."
"Let's call it a tie, honey. I don't feel like arguing."
"Right on!" Bob said.
I reached out and caressed one of Ellens breasts, running my thumb across a hardening pink nipple. "How nice."
Bob looked a little surprised. He said, "It seems to me like you girls have made it together in the past… more secrets, Gaby?"
"You found me out!" I answered, smiling at him. "Do you mind?"
"No… hell no! I'm just a little bugged that I didn't know about it before… think of all the fun I've been missing out on! Very bitchy and selfish of you, Gaby."
"I'm sorry," I said, as Ellen placed her graceful hand between my legs, slowly insinuating a finger into my damp pussy. "I didn't know how you'd take it… at least not up until recently."
"I would have taken it very well… it's sexy as hell!"
"Would you like to watch us?" asked Ellen.
"Christ yes!" he answered, "but it's hardly the time or place… You almost made me forget that we're being hijacked by a total fucking nut!"
I took his hand in mine and squeezed it tightly.
"You're wrong, it is the time and place. You forgot my plan… what we talked about in the galley."
"Yes, but… "
"Its already worked. I sexed him into letting the passengers go."
"It could be dangerous," he said. "I don't want you or Ellen to get hurt"
"It's a risk, but it's worth it"
"I think so," said Ellen, "I'm ready willing and able."
"From what I see of this guy," I said, "you better be ready, willing and able also, Bob."
"Yeah… well there's a first time for everything, isn't there." He looked pained, poor baby.
Ellen's hand was still buried in my sodden crotch. Three fingers had worked their way up into my love canal and were very slowly being pistoned in and out. I reached out and fondled her breast as she said, "Getting back to what you said, Bob… what would you like to see us do?"
"Everything! I'm really a voyeuristic son-of-a-bitch."
"Name it! Give us a request," Ellen panted. "It really turns me on to be watched… I'm an exhibitionistic bitch."
"We aim to please," I said. I turned and kissed Ellen deeply, burying my tongue in her hot, hungry mouth.
"Suck her cunt, Gaby… I want to see you suck her!" Bob's voice seemed to come from a great distance.
Ellen's tongue fluttered against mine. She muttered into my mouth, "Yes… oh yes, Gaby… suck… suck me Gaby." We were leaning against the galley counter. She sat there, her beautiful head thrown back, her soft breasts being caressed by her own hands, her legs spread, revealing the pouting pink pussy that literally throbbed as I watched it.
"Go, baby… suck," said Bob. I turned to see him standing next to us, his naked prick extended like a giant, fleshy pole through the zipped-down opening in his pants. His hand was working slowly back and forth and had already succeeded in creating small pearls of white cum which clung to the bulbous cock head.
I lowered my head to within an inch of sweet Ellen's soft ambrosial quim. "Spread the lips for me, darling," I whispered. Her fingers appeared, pressed against the gorged labia on either side pulled gently… I watched… her ravishing cunt opened like a beautiful pink flower. Tentatively, I reached out an exploring tongue… quivering, dripping saliva onto Ellen's already flooded pussy. She heaved forward, bringing my entire mouth into contact with the luscious open flesh. I pulled back, teasingly, allowing just the tip of my tongue to come into contact with the erect clitoris… just barely in contact… quivering, tweaking lightly against the arrow of erectile cunt flesh. Her fingers pulled, stretching the lush opening even wider. My tongue was a vibrating, electric pussy probe, transmitting tactile shocks. With each millisecond contact, I could hear her moans, her fervid, soul-stirring hungry pleadings as my tongue moved downward and like a turgid mini-cock insinuated itself with thrusting rhythm; slithered in and out of her dripping love hole. I tongue fucked Ellen, as my hands reached around and cupped the firm melons of her ass cheeks. She spasmed when without a single note of warning she felt my index finger thrust brutally up her ass… all the way! I fucked her anal passage slowly and as I buried my face completely into her sweet wet fuck-fruit I lost all perspective of where I was… of the world… of hijackers and suitcases filled with fortunes in green currency. Sucsucksucksucksucksuck… gone was the reality of Smith and his two vibra-dildo bombs, of the aircraft, of the crew up forward, flying their course between Smith's checkpoints. I was zeroed-in, zonked out… Cunt! Fresh, spicy, slimy, loving cunt! I took Ellen's clit into my mouth, suctioned it, fluttered my tongue hard against its swelling flesh. It was a living thing between my lips. Her hand rested on my head, pushing me down, down into her burning wet sex machinery as she fucked back into the finger I was twisting and plunging into her tight, rosebud ass hole!
From somewhere, somewhere out there I heard them, their two voices blurred together. Ellen, Fuck me! My ass, my cunt! Suck… ohhhhh…"
Bob, "Eat her, Gaby baby… "
Ellen, "Yes! Ohhhhhyes, eat me! Eat me, Gaby."
Bob, "Look, Ellen… look at her mouth on your cunt! God, it's so beautiful… Open up your eyes and look, Ellen baby… watch her suck you,"
Ellen, "Yessssss! Ohhh, she's so beautiful, Bob, she's soooo good. Ohhh, your cock! Jerk it off.'… jerk it Bob, cum on me when I cum."
Bob, "In your mouth… "
Ellen, "No, I want to see it. I want to watch it shoot. Cum on my tits. Jerk off against my nipple… here baby… take my breast, I'll hold it for you! Ohhhh… "
Bob, "I'll shoot hot blobs of gism all over your fat tit.,.yeahhh."
Ellen, "Jerk it, Bob! Jerk it… jerk it off! Ohhhh, Gaby! Your finger up my ass… fuck me baby, suck me and fuck me and suck me and fuck my ass!"
I felt Ellen building to her explosion. Her hips were rolling, her entire pelvic area a heaving undulating flesh mass. I shoved another finger up her tight anal canal and now there were two. My own cunt was pouring forth cascades of fuck-honey, dribbling a hot, sticky trail down my leg. I reached down and started to frig myself, running an index finger back and forth across my hardened clit. Everything was going at once, I was an undulating, sucking, finger fucking, frigging sex machine! Soon… soon it was all going to happen… the three of us were going to cum, to explode, to detonate cock foam and pussy juices all over one another… NOW! I felt it happening with Ellen! I bit down lightly on her monstrous clit, feeling the shudders begin, the pulsing, throbbing signal of her orgasm. At the same time I felt it building and swelling in myself, like a hot cum bubble. As I erupted, I glanced up to see Ellen's hand furiously jerking Bob's cock against her fat, turgid breast. Her other hand was holding the tit tight up against his huge tool as with a series of spasmodic convulsions it spewed forth globs of creamy white slime onto her stiffened pink nipple. We were all cuming now! I held Ellen's clit firmly between my teeth and fucked into her ass furiously. Then, at the height of her convulsions, I stilled the two fingers in her anus, and bent them back and forth slowly, as if to scratch an internal itch. Bob's hot discharge was dribbling down from Ellen's breast onto her belly. I released her twitching clit and gradually worked my mouth up through her silken pubic hair. I was soon lapping Bob's pungent gism from her soft belly. I licked my way up to her breast, tasting the piquant sweet-salty syrup.
I felt Bob's hand on my quim, heard him say: "Gaby, kiss me baby."
I turned to him. "You like it, don't you Bob? The taste of gism."
"It was you who introduced me to it, Gaby."
"Come and get it… you'll taste cunt juice also… gism and cunt juice from the same mouth, Bob… "I kissed him deeply, probing his mouth with my tongue, while he licked my lips clean.
Smith's shrill voice whipped out over the engine sound and brought our erotic kiss to an abrupt halt. "Beautiful sight! Two bitches and a bastard!" He was standing in the aisle, four feet from us. He was naked, except for three large money belts strapped around his waist. There were two others strapped high on both thighs. He was slowly manipulating his flaccid, uncircumsized prick and smiling at us. "I liked the show," he said. "So much in fact that before I leave this crate I'm going to give one of my own. That was your idea Gabriel, remember?"
"Yes, it was my idea." Suddenly, as if faced with the reality for the first time, I was scared. I felt the aircraft turning, and glancing behind me out the door window I saw what I took to be Maracaibo sliding under our left wing. We were banking south.
"That's right," Smith said, noticing my reaction to the aircraft's change of course. "We're headed to our next checkpoint, a little village called Cano Chiquito, in Colombia. While we're at it, we're letting down slowly to my bail-out altitude of 4500 feet, just to bring you up to date." He continued frigging his soft tool.
"Where are you going out?" asked Bob.
"You'll never, know chum, you'll be on the flight deck-unless of course you're a bad boy and don't cooperate, in which case you'll go out with me… except you won't be wearing a chute. That goes for all of you!" He grinned evilly. "As you can see, I don't need both hands to set off my little friends anymore, so don't get wise heroic ideas." Both bombs were now taped to his right forearm. We could see now that it was much easier for him than before, all we had to do was reach with his left, and twist the bottom of the fuse dildo. It seemed totally unreal to me that he would ever do so, particularly now when he was so close to freedom. Nevertheless, I knew that this was a very unreal personality, a psychopath. It's impossible to figure such people in this kind of reality situation. I shuddered as I felt the plane start to descend.
He ordered us out of the galley, keeping his distance. Then, going through the galley equipment, he found what he was looking for; it was a knife we used for slicing fruit. He now had a less universal weapon, a weapon with which he could be selective. We sat in the lounge and watched him open the suitcase and proceed to stuff the money into his large, commodidus money belts. As they filled up, he took on a grotesque appearance, his middle bulging grossly, his thighs, each one distorted with two tightly strapped stuffed money belts, gave him the appearance of a weird, semi-truncated elephant. When he finished the transfer, there were still some bills left over. He removed a folded lightweight nylon coverall from his attache case and quickly filled the large special pockets with the remaining cash. He laid the coverall aside with the obvious intention of donning it later. He looked up – at us with a satisfied expression, on his face which quickly turned into a leer when he spied a naked, hairless quim between my spread legs. I started to frig myself, casually, in an attempt to get him turned on again. I had no fear; his cock, which had been soft for the last ten minutes, sprung to iron hard, rigid attention.
"How much time have we got before you go out?" I asked, feeling Ms eyes on my wet pussy.
"Enough for what I have in mind, baby." His big prick was pointed straight at me. I watched, fascinated, as he pumped a small pearl of gismic lubrication. "There's an entire hour before you'll have to go onto the flight deck."
"I see," said Bob. "You don't want us in the cabin when you go out."
"That's right, bright boy," said Smith. "No one is to know the exact time I bail out. When I tell you to, you will all go onto the flight deck, shut the door and stay there for twenty minutes. At some point during that period I'll be saying goodbye, but you'll never know exactly when. In terms of navigation, if the Captain doesn't know when, then he can't possibly know where."
He seemed proud of his plan. Bob, an earnest, admiring expression on his face said, "Ingenious, really ingenious. I take it that's what the extra chutes are for?"
"Correct. You're not as stupid as I thought you were. I release them one at a time and if there are any homing devices folded into them it'll really fuck up the authorities… right?"
"Brilliant!" Bob answered.
"They won't be sure of where I am. Our cruising speed will be reduced to 300 miles an hour when we cross the last check point, which means that within the twenty minutes we'll be covering over a hundred miles. That's a lot of search area to cover in a short period… I'm not going to hang around, you know. That's rough country, it'll take them days… and I'll be long gone."
He reached down, grasped his iron hard cock firmly and placed the knife next to him on the lounge table, motioning to Ellen. "Come over here, baby… come here and suck my fat juicy cock… your friend told me you're a great cock-sucker… come here and prove it." Then to Bob; "And you, Mr. wise ass… out of your clothes. I've got plans for you also!"
Bob and Ellen proceeded to do as ordered. I watched, my hand curled tightly around my steaming cunt.