She was cast into total darkness. She had nothing but the input from her tortured nerve endings to tell her what was happening. The stench of her Scotch enema filled her nostrils. The sounds coming to her ears weren’t too helpful.
But the pain!
She sobbed bitterly from the pain, she felt throughout her body. They hadn’t neglected a single place to inflict agony on her. She tried to categorize it, itemize it, and tried to will it away. The woman failed because of the overwhelming amounts of sheer agony.
Her wrists were cut from the rope around them. Her hands were puffed up and dead from lack of circulation. Her shoulders and neck and scalp tingled constantly from being suspended under the wing of the airplane. She vowed to cut her precious blonde hair as short as possible whenever she got free – if she ever got out of this alive.
Her body was half-sunburned and very raw and tender. Her tits wrinkled prunes and her pussy-mound trembled from the pain inside her.
And her ass!
The spot where the bullet had ceased her made sharp pangs of torture pass into her unprotected asscheeks. But the whipping with the belt had really made her burn and cry with pain.
And inside, she was even worse off. Her cunt had been fucked repeatly. She felt as floppy and loose inside as a fifty-year-old whore. But it was up her ass that she felt real agony.
Where the Scotch enema had flowed, she burned as if acid had been pumped into her guts. All through her intestines she quivered, trying to fight off the sharp pain of that alcoholic enema. Her guts were still bloated even though she had expelled the smelly liquid. She wanted to look down and see how her once-trim body looked.
The blindfold cut off even that small reward for her endurance. She was blind and couldn’t tell what Keegan and Remington were doing around her. She guessed from the terrified gasps of Vanessa and the others that it must be pretty bad. The blonde stewardess vowed not to let anything more upset her, but she was still lost in pain and suffering.
She refused to please the men further by showing how much she hurt.
“You can’t do that to her!” shouted Vanessa. “It’s inhuman!”
And then the bound, blindfolded woman felt something poking into her cunt-lips. At first, she didn’t recognize it. Then the cold steel tickled her nerve endings enough for her to recognize the barrel of Remington’s gun, the gun that had raped her up the ass already.
The dull sound of the cocking hammer made her freeze. The man had rammed it up her cunt, then pulled back the hammer. There were shells in the cylinder. Remington had made a big deal out of showing her that he had reloaded. That hammer held back just inches from the firing of a bullet that would go completely through her body.
“Like it, cunt? Is this more your speed?”
“Take it out. Don’t shoot me up my pussy. Please don’t do this to me!” she cried out, frantic. She was scared shitless.
“Naw, that would be cheating. Besides, you like this, don’t you?”
He began fucking her with the barrel of the gun. She felt it move in and out slowly. Her tortured cunt flesh trembled and tried to recoil from the gun barrel. The front gun sight cut into her tender, juicy flesh. The cold barrel sent tremors throughout her body. Most of all, her mind blanked out with the stark horror of the situation.
“She likes it,” said Keegan. “Keep doing it. I like watching the way her ass sways back and forth.”
Louise’s mind had fogged over with shock. She knew where she was and what was happening to her, but nothing else. She hung suspended in space and time, blind, only feeling what the men wanted her to feel. And the hijackers allowed her only the most painful and degrading of experiences.
She felt Remington place his hand on her well-spanked ass. He used this as leverage to fuck her pussy even faster with the barrel of the gun. She tensed in fear and clamped down hard on the steel cylinder in her tight fuck-tunnel.
“She’s coming,” laughed Remington. “She actually got off. I felt her cunt convulse around the gun. Should I fire it?”
“Fire!” cried Keegan. “Now!”
“Nooooo!” shrieked Vanessa. The others only gasped.
Louise was ready for the worst. Remington shoved the gun even deeper into her twat and said, “I think I will fire. Are you ready to have your cunt filled with burning lead, bitch?”
The words wouldn’t come. She couldn’t plead with him. She couldn’t even cry out in pain and rage. There was nothing left inside her.
The barrel of the gun tilted against her tender cunt-flesh as the man’s fingers tensed on the trigger. She heard the dull click of the hammer falling – and then nothing.
Louise had no idea how long she had been unconscious. She was hardly aware that she had returned to the real world of the hijackers. Blindfolded as she was, she could hardly tell if she were awake or not.
The nagging pain in her body finally convinced her she was awake. And when the men discovered it, she was greeted with new agony. A sharp, searing, burning sensation on her arm brought forth a cry of stark pain from her lips.
“Amazing how a tiny little cigarette can create such pain, isn’t it?” asked Remington.
She smelled the smoke from his cigarette, but the stench of her burned flesh was even worse. She gagged and wanted to puke. They didn’t allow her the dignity of doing even that.
Strong hands pulled her back onto her knees. Then she was hoisted into one of the seats. The blonde stewardess almost passed out again from the pain in her ass. The bullet wound, the spanking, the rape and the rest were taking a potent toll on her body.
“What do we do with her now?” asked Keegan.
“I want to fuck her again. But it’s obvious she’s not going to cooperate. She thinks this limp, rag-doll approach is going to keep my cock out of her pussy, I guess. She’s wrong, dead wrong.”
Louise knew better than to argue with the men, now. They would do whatever they wanted to her. But she felt she had to say something.
“I hate you! God is my witness, I’ll get even. I swear I will. I don’t know how or when or where, but I will…” She stopped when she felt the cold barrel of the gun shoved against her cunt, again.
“It’s loaded this time, Blondie,” Remington said in a menacing voice.
“Fuck her, Remington. Go on. I want to watch!”
“He wants to watch,” laughed Remington. “He’s my friend. I can’t turn down a friend, can I, Blondie? Get down the back steps. Come on, I’ll show you the way.”
He lifted her to her feet and spun her around. She stumbled, her legs refusing to hold her up. She had experienced too much to keep going. And yet she felt she had to. She had to show these men that they might be able to rape her and torture her, but they’d never break her. Louise had no idea what it was like to be in a concentration camp, but it couldn’t be much worse than this.
She staggered forward and managed to fall down the stairs. She felt the hot wind gusting around her naked body, sucking out even more of her precious moisture. Left alone out in the desert, she would be dead in nothing flat.
Unseen hands pulled her back up the steps. She felt those same hands undoing the ropes on her wrists – but not for long. Hope flared and was cruelly taken away in a split second. Her hands were retired to the flimsy aluminum railing.
And then her legs were hoisted and similarly tied. She felt the hot air blowing across her tortured snatch. In this spread-eagle position, she was vulnerable again, even more so than she had been before. Before, she could clamp her thighs tightly shut and pray that none of the men could force their cocks into her cunt or asshole. This way, her pussy was widely exposed all the time.
She dangled down, supported only by the ropes on her wrists and ankles. Her strength ebbed and flowed. Worse of all, they had left on the blindfold. She couldn’t see what they were doing.
“Should we sell her to the Arab sheik, there?” asked Keegan. “He digs blondes a lot. Doesn’t have many in his harem.”
She had heard no one come up. They were trying to panic her. They succeeded.
“Nope, he won’t buy unless he sees how good she fucks. Should we let the camel jockey fuck her?”
“Better not,” said Keegan. “Looks like his cock is about ready to rot off from leprosy or something.”
“He won’t take her any other way. He says he fucks her before he pays a single dime. I guess that doesn’t leave us any choice. We got to let him fuck her cunt, not matter what his pecker looks like. Sorry about that, Blondie, but business is business.”