“And I love cunt, too,” said Keegan. To Vanessa, he ordered, “Get your bod over here so we can climb in and get it on!”
“Not so fast, Keegan,” said Remington. “We’ll have problems with all those others. Baldy there, or the captain, might decide to become heroes. We wouldn’t want to have to damage the merchandise we’re selling back to the airlines. What say we have our cock-sucking bitch here tie them up?”
“Yeah,” said Keegan. “And I got just the idea of how she should do it.”
In less than five minutes, the men’s thumbs were tied together – and a slender thread circled their balls. If any one of them tried to get away, he would castrate not only himself but the other two men. And in the center of the ring was tied Darlene, forced to stay on her knees with her arms securely bound behind her back.
“Now,” said Remington, surveying his handiwork, “I think we’re ready to start some serious fucking with out dark-haired beauty. Move your ass, cunt, and get it over her pronto!”
He fired the gun through the ceiling of the cabin. The deafening roar made Vanessa jump even faster than she’d intended. Stumbling, almost falling, she hurried to the indicated position.
“Spread those legs wide. And I want you to grab hold of the overhead compartment handles. No, hell, I’ll tie you so you won’t go fucking up when we really get to fucking you.”
In less than a minute, Remington had secured the woman’s ankles to seats on either side of the aisle. Her hands were tied to the handles of the overhead racks. She was naked and spread-eagle for their fucking pleasure.
“This is a sight for sore eyes,” said Keegan. “And my eyes are nearly as sore as my prick from watching you strip for me. God, that was a sexy dance.” He ran down the zipper on his pants and let his long, hard prick flop out. It quivered hard and eager in front of his crotch.
“Shut up and get on with fucking her, Keegan,” said Remington. “I want to feel her nice, hot ass surrounding my prick. And I bet her ass is as hot as honey bun’s back there.”
Keegan moved up in front of Vanessa. The dark-haired stewardess watched him with eyes wide with horror. She could hardly believe they had strung her up like this. While she hadn’t seen what Remington had done to Louise under the wing of the airplane, she couldn’t have missed him staking her out naked under the burning sun. She at least didn’t have that pain and humiliation to endure.
She still almost fainted when Keegan’s long cock nudged her pussy-lips, and then rammed straight and true through her outer cunt-lips. He paused for a second when only the head of his prick was hidden in her pussy, then he shot all the way up her fuck-tunnel.
Her tight cunt-walls stretched to take his thick cock. Still, she almost fainted from the sudden fucking of her cunt. She wasn’t lubricated for the fucking – not yet. But the way the man’s cock pulsed and throbbed against her most sensitive tissues made her moan in pleasure. She couldn’t help it. And with the joy she felt surging in her loins came a gush of her thick, frothy cunt-oils.
“Hey, she’s already damp for me. My cock’s really turning her on in a big way!” cried Keegan.
“Sure, man, I told you it would. But watch what you do with that gun. I don’t want to get my hard blown-off if you pull the trigger when you come.”
“You’re the only one who does that, Remington. Ah, shit, I’m not going to argue. I’m going to fuck!”
Keegan stuffed the gun in his belt and moved closer. Vanessa felt the gun rubbing up against her belly but she said nothing. The feel of his thick cock fucking her tight, clutching little pussy was more than enough to take away any feelings of discomfort.
She just wished she could have fucked more normally. Doing it with her hands and legs tied down the way they were made her feel helpless. She might as well have been a slave at an auction for all the freedom she had. And these two men, for all the pleasure she felt at the moment, were capable of vicious acts that could give him even more pain.
She found out quickly about that. The dark-haired woman felt Remington moving around behind her. And then his cock poked between the meaty slabs of her ass. He plummeted all the way down to the bottom of that hot and humid crack until he found the tightly fisted ring of her asshole.
“Ohhhh!” she sobbed. “That hurts! You’re hurting me! Don’t fuck me up the ass. Not while he’s fucking my pussy!”
“Oh, listen to the little girl use all those naughty words,” chided Remington. “I think she had to be taught a lesson. Fifty strokes?”
“At least,” panted Keegan, intent on fucking the tightly clinging hole of her cunt. He had his hands on the woman’s hips to balance him as he thrust vigorously into her snatch.
Vanessa felt the man’s spit-slickened cock force its way up into her ass-channel. She screamed as pain lanced through her loins. But once the cock had berthed itself securely in the tight confines of her asshole, she felt a little better. It had hurt going in, but it didn’t hurt now.
Quite the contrary. It felt damned good. That long, hard prick was throbbing slowly with the beat of the man’s heart. It pulsated and pressed seductively against her ass-tunnel while Keegan continued to fuck in and out of her cunt. She felt herself coming alive, more alive than she’d ever felt in her life.
This wasn’t something she wanted, she told herself. They had her tied down and they both raped her. She could let her pent up emotions run free. She didn’t have to worry about guilt; they were forcing her to do this.
And she enjoyed it so much she came almost instantly. The tumultuous feelings of orgasm blasted through her and scoured her body clean of all pain. Then she discovered that Remington and Keegan could give her pain, too.
“She gets fifty strokes,” said Remington. “So here they come.” He pulled back from her asshole until only the thick head of his cock remained in the compressed ring of her ass-muscle. Then he began fucking her with long, violent strokes. “One!” he yelled.
His hips thrust forward and his hairy crotch ground into her naked ass and his cock ground into her asshole. She screamed and tried to get away from his punishment. She couldn’t. The ropes on her ankles and wrists held her too tight for that.
He pulled out slowly, agonizingly, then slammed home again, his balls wetly slapping against her pussy-lips. “Two!” he cried out.
Three. Four. Ten. Twenty.
He kept fucking until she thought she would die. He didn’t even seem to tire. His prick could punish her ass forever, she thought. What was worse than the burning sensation throughout her ass was the feeling in her gut whenever the two men fucked into her body at the same time.
Their cocks pressed together mightily through her delicate, thin inner membrane. The undersides of their peckers irritated her sensitive guts. And the filled-to-overflowing feeling made her feel like puking. She couldn’t understand it. She had thought she would love having two pricks in her at the same time.
She was totally wrong.
The helpless feeling came back to haunt her. Being tied up was already getting to be a drag. Fear raped her as surely as either of the men. At their mercy. Tied. A cunt to be fucked. An asshole for the other man’s prick. That was all she was, an object to be used.
“Arrrghhh!” she choked as she came. The feelings were so intense in her pussy she couldn’t hold them back. Fear and longing for more cock mingled in her cunt and produced one of the hardest comes she’d ever felt. The orgasm earth quaked through her tender young body and made her teeth rattle.
As she came down, she felt Keegan building up speed. Her cunt burned with the speed and intensity of his fucking. His eyes were clamped shut and sweat poured off his face.
And then his prick slipped from her fuck-sauce-slickened cunt. He stumbled backwards and fell, his prick gushing out his cum onto the floor. He looked up, surprised, then cursed under his breath.
“You made me do that, cunt! I wanted to come inside your pussy. And you made me slide out!” He slapped her as hard as he could. She felt her lip split. Blood ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits. And all the time Keegan was beating her, Remington fucked her up the ass.
She burned inside from that fucking. And the way he hung on to her waist, she didn’t think he would slip out before he came, too. She couldn’t even hunch over and change the entry angle of his cock. It burned a groove through her tender flesh.
“I… oh, shiiit!” cried Remington. He began firing. His gun shot out a loud report as the first spurt of his cum lanced into her bowels. The woman couldn’t tell if he was firing the bullets into her asshole of if his cum seared all the way up into her belly.
It hardly mattered. She came every time the gun fired and every time his prick spurted out another gooey gob of jism.
And while she was coming, Keegan continued to slap her. She felt her head snapping hard from side to side in response to his open handed blows. And she felt her hips yielding to the insistent fucking from behind.
Sagging weakly, Vanessa hung from the ropes around her wrists. Remington had shot his wad and Keegan had backed off, anger still contorting his weasel-like face.
“A good fuck,” said Remington.
“The hell it was,” snapped Keegan. “I didn’t get my rocks off inside her like I wanted. I gotta have more!”
Vanessa shivered in reaction to hearing Keegan’s complaint. She was the one strung up. She would be the one he took out his anger on. The woman spat out more blood oozing out of her cut lip and prayed that the hijacker would decide that it wasn’t her fault at all.
She wasn’t that lucky.
“Cunt! You did it to me!” raged Keegan. He lashed out at her again with his hand, slapping her repeatedly. The dark-haired stewardess hoped that Remington would stop his partner. But he didn’t. If anything, he probably got off even more on seeing her brutalized.
“I’m going to ram this all the way up your twat and then pull the trigger. How would you like that, cunt?”