“Oh? Well, I’m not going to waste all that tight pussy of yours. No sir, I sure wouldn’t think of that.”
He cut her loose. She thought she would fight and try to get his gun away from him. With a gun she would have the upper hand. But Louise discovered that the tight ropes on her wrists had cut off the circulation. Her arms and legs were numb and useless.
Only when the blood returned to her limbs did she realize that she was still alive. And pain hit her like a ten-ton weight. She sobbed and collapsed into the shade of the car. The sand under her ass was still brutally hot, but it was nothing compared to being tied down spread-eagle on the top of a black car.
“No, Blondie, I don’t want you cowering out here. Come on under the wing of the jet.”
When she didn’t – couldn’t – move, he went to her, stroked gently through her long blonde hair and grabbed a handful. He used this to drag her across the burning sand to the spot under the wing he had indicated before.
“My hair!” she shrieked. “You’re pulling it out. Oh, it hurts so baaaad!”
“Shut up, you dumb cunt. You never learned to obey when a man told you to do something. You’re lucky your lesson is such a mild one.” Remington looked around and then laughed. “I think I know just the place to hang you out to dry, Blondie. Up there!”
Louise looked up above her head and shook her blonde hair from her eyes. She didn’t understand what the hijacker meant. Above her was nothing but the wing of the jet plane. One of the engines hung down and that was it. She had no idea what he could be talking about.
And then she found out.
He hoisted her up by her hair until she was standing on tiptoe. Only then did he stop. He was taller than she was and still he had to stretch to reach the ring he had found in the wing. It was one of the access panel’s opening rings which he pulled down, stuffed a hank of her hair through, and then tied into a tight knot.
“Ohhh, it hurts! It feels like my whole scalp is going to come off!”
“Tough shit, Blondie. Just seeing you strung up like that makes me hornier than’s legal in fourteen states. See?”
He jerked down his zipper. And sure enough, his hard, all-too-familiar cock leaped out, ready and eager for fucking. He strutted around, his cock bouncing in front of his crotch. When the man turned back to her, she was reaching up to try and get her hair undone. The pain in her head, neck and shoulders was driving her insane.
“None of that, Blondie. I want you strung up like that. And you’re gonna stay that way.”
“I’ll do anything if you’ll just let me down!” the woman pleaded.
“You’ll do anything I want anyway, whether I let you down or not. So I decide you should stay this way. And if you don’t keep your hands away from your hair, I’ll tie you up again.”
He poked her in the tits with his meaty hand. She slipped just enough off balance. She was totally suspended by the long, once gleaming strands of her blonde hair. She had once taken so much pride in her hair. Now she hated the idea of hair so long.
She felt her tits jiggling as he poked her again. The way her skin had dried made her feel like an old parchment book. The pain all through her body was almost more than she could bear. He had done everything he could do to humiliate her. And now he was going to torture her to death. She was sure of that.
“I love looking at you like that. You’re all so nice and pink all over. None of that pale white skin anymore. Except in the ass. Yeah, I like the look of a lily white butt and red tits and cunt. That turns me on.”
He walked around her surveying his handiwork. She was dangling entirely from her hair. Her throat was pulled out straight, making it hard for her to swallow. With her lips chapped and cracked from the intense heat, it would have been hard for her to do much of anything. Her tits flattened against her chest but her red nubbins of nipple had sprung up, hard as rocks.
When he grabbed her cunt, she cried out in the most intense agony she had ever felt. Every single square-inch of her pussy was sunburned. She thought it went all the way down into her fuck-tunnel itself. The lightest of touches would have been torture.
The way he grabbed her snatch, it was murder.
“Stop it, don’t do this to me any more,” she pleaded, knowing it did no good. And she was right. The man’s hand tightened even more on her blonde, sunburned pussy-mound. His fingers worked up and down as if he were kneading a loaf of dough.
She trashed around, kicking out. The pain stabbing down into her neck and scalp from being suspended by her hair made her stop. She was only hurting herself by fighting him off.
“You’re getting the idea, Blondie,” he said laughing at her. “I’m the one who is in control. You can’t do a fucking thing about it, either, can you? Can you?” he bellowed, his slashing out across her cheek.
The blow set her to spinning. She revolved around once, then he slapped her again sending her around another time. She felt her hair bunching up, pulling more painfully at her scalp. Then she was unwinding, swinging in the opposite direction of his slaps.
He laughed again.
“I like a swinger,” he said. “But my cock likes pussy even more. Stop that moving around and let me get it buried all the way up your cunt.”
She dragged her toes in the hot dust and managed to stop her rotating so that she was standing still again. The woman’s legs strained even more to support her weight and take some of the agony away from her neck and shoulders and scalp. This only transferred the pain. Her calf muscles began to knot, sending lances of misery all the way up her thighs and even into her pussy.
“Yeah, Blondie, you’re about ready for some enjoyment, I think.” The hijacker moved quickly shoving himself forward. She gasped when his prick raced past her sunburned thighs. She clamped them tightly in a vain attempt to keep him away from her sun-reddened cunt-lips.
He drove his cock between her fleshy, tender thighs and thrust between her cunt-lips with unerringly accurate thrusts.
“God, oh, sweet Jesus God, you’re killing me!” Louise sobbed. She reached up to try and soothe her head again and found herself staring down the barrel of the man’s gun.
“Touch that blonde hair and I’ll blow your fucking head off,” he said with enough menace to convince her he meant it. Considering all the horrible things he had already done to her, she guessed that he wasn’t kidding. He would do it if she gave him any cause.
“Let me down, please, let me go!” she pleaded. “I’m in constant pain.”
“Not for long,” he assured her. “My cock’s going to give you all the pleasure you can stand.” His hips jabbed upward again and she almost passed out from the pain of his cock-head penetrating her cunt-lips and plunging balls-deep into her pussy.
He wiggled his hips around, rotating them, grinding his cock into her sunburned hole. She moaned and sobbed and tried to keep from thrashing around too much. Every single movement tore at her head. But the pain in her cunt was more than she could take.
“Aieeee!”
He laughed harshly and began pulling out of her tender cunt. She felt her burned pussy-lips parting, the frothy juices from deep in her cunt lubricating and cooling them. She sobbed and tried to think she was lucky. It was hard to do when all she really felt from the fucking was pain.
Pain lanced at her shoulders and neck. She was tender in her tits and cunt from being sunburned. The strain of staying on tiptoe was worse than if the man had simply strung her up with her feet entirely off the ground. Everything he did humiliated and degraded her. He used her. To him, she was nothing but a cunt to be filled with steely hard prick.
Burning tears of rage and pain ran down her cheeks. She wanted to strike out at him, to hurt him like he was hurting her. The gun resting alongside her head prevented anything so foolish.
He started fucking, bringing his prick out to the point where only the thick purple knob of his prick-tip rested between her cunt-lips – and then slammed all the way back up into her juicy young twat. She shuddered every time he fucked her like this. No rhythm, no finesse, just hard, all-out fucking.
“Hey, this is pretty good, huh?” he asked, his hands reaching around her body to grip at her fleshly asscheeks. She could feel the steely barrel of the pistol in one hand.
If only she could get it. But she wouldn’t dare try now. Not with her hair tied in a hard knot above her head. She might be able to wrest the gun from the hijacker’s grip but she wouldn’t be able to do much after she got it. He would be able to dodge and move. And she didn’t really know how to use a gun.
The tears ran down her cheeks and left sandy tracks. She felt his prick digging around inside her pussy, thrusting and pumping. His pulsating prick filled her with the normal pleasures a cock always did, but the pain throughout her tender, tortured body offset it.
“I love fucking blonde pussy,” he said, his voice grating a little with the exertion of rising on his toes to drive his prick to the hilt in her cunt. “Yeah, I do. Blonde cunt’s always more interesting. And blonde ass ain’t bad either.”
One of his fingers dipped down into the humid crack of her asscheeks. He probed around until he found her asshole. His finger drove in without any lubrication at all.
She gasped at the way he finger-fucked her ass. She knew he was ripping her up inside. It had to be that way. She felt her inner membrane tearing and twisting and moving as his finger drove deeper and deeper into her bowels.
“Shit, baby. I can feel my cock through your guts. This is really fine!”
“I’m dying! I’m on fire inside – and it’s from pain, not lust.”