That was the way she liked it. Louise realized what she wanted didn’t matter now. What the man with the gun told her to do was the law.
Her tongue swirled around the tip of his prick, stroking and teasing along the cleft head and working against the tiny flap of skin dangling beneath. This was the most sensitive portion of his prick and she attacked with her rough, darting tongue hoping to get him off fast.
If she could end this in a hurry, she might be able to get to the pilot and tell him what was happening. That would end everything for this stud. He would be arrested the instant they landed.
But it was still oral rape. And she couldn’t do a damned thing to prevent it, not with the gun resting so cold and hard against the side of her head. The blonde began bobbing her face up and down on his prick, slowly face-fucking herself. This seemed to arouse the man even more. She felt his prick stiffen until it was like a rod of hot steel in her mouth.
“Good, Blondie, you suck cock real good. Now give it all to me. Everything. The whole works.”
She had no idea what he was talking about. But she sucked even harder, her cheeks going hollow from the suction. She cradled his cock in her curling tongue so that she roughly caressed the underside of his prick as it fucked into her face.
This got him really going. He lifted his hips up off the stool, jamming her face full of cock. She almost gagged when he tried to get his prick all the way down her throat.
“No,” she gasped. “Not that!”
“I want to deep-throat you. I don’t give a flying fuck if you ain’t Linda Lovelace. If you can’t take a man’s cock all the way down your throat, it’s high time you learned.”
He released her hands but immediately grabbed a handful of lustrous blonde hair and pulled her face back to his smelly crotch. His hips jabbed out and she felt the rubbery tip of his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth. His huge fuck-stick surged past her tonsils and lodged firmly in her throat.
Louise panicked. She couldn’t breathe. All her air was cut off by his huge cock berthed so securely in her throat. Swallowing convulsively, she felt her throat spasming against the underside of his prick. This seemed to arouse him more than anything else she’d done.
“Good, oh, shiiiiiit! Is it ever good. I knew this was going to be my lucky day. Just keep going, Blondie, and we’ll get along great together. Oh, shit!”
She was passing out from lack of air. She almost gagged to death before he allowed her to back away. Panting harshly, she watched the gusts from her nostrils rustle through his tangled bush. She guessed it stimulated him even more. The way his prick bucked told her he was having a hard time keeping back the fiery flood of his jism.
Her agile tongue wiped off a drop of bitter pre-cum beading at the end of his prick. She almost gagged on this, turning and spitting it out. But the cold barrel of the gun alongside her head kept her mouth firmly fastened on the end of his pecker.
“That’s the way,” he encouraged. “You’re sucking like a pro. I guess everything they say about you chicks what fly up here’s true, huh? You all put out for the pilots. Those clowns get the best of everything, don’t they? Not this time. This time I’m getting the best. The best goddamn head I ever felt!”
She sucked a little harder and tried to ram her tongue down the piss-slit. It wasn’t possible; she knew that. But the attempt made him moan even louder and he began shoving his hips into her face. She let him face-fuck her. That was all she could do with that gun threatening her life.
Louise just hoped he didn’t pull the trigger when he got his rocks off. That might kill her.
Frightened at the prospect, she sucked even harder. Her tongue went berserk around his cock. She felt his prick swelling up with more and more aroused blood until her lips were stretched to the splitting point. She hadn’t thought it was possible for any man to have a cock this huge.
In a bizarre way, she almost wished he would fuck her. She wanted to feel his huge cock in her pussy. That might be a real turn-on. But this wasn’t, not with the man threatening to blow her head off if she stopped sucking on his prick.
“Go, Blondie, go! Suck me off!”
She used her teeth against his cock just enough to thrill him. This made blood hammer even harder into his prick.
“Oh, shiiit!” he cried.
The tiny toilet stall echoed with his cries as his prick erupted a creamy load of jism into her mouth. She wanted to back off and let him spew out his come onto the floor. But the strong hand at the back of her head forced her to keep her mouth wrapped around his fountaining cock.
She swallowed hard and found that his cum wasn’t all that bad. The salty, tangy taste sort of turned her on. Or it would have if he hadn’t been forcing her to give him the blow-job. The threat of the gun still remained. She cast furtive glances to the side to see if the gun was pointed at her temple.
He didn’t fire. And she quickly licked the last of his hot cum from his limp cock. The woman was released and collapsed back against the door of the stall, panting, terrified, helpless. The sight of that gun kept her from screaming in fright.
“Hey, open up in there,” came a command from outside. “What the hell’s going on in there?”
Louise didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Help had come too late.
“You come out from there,” said Vanessa through the thin door of the toilet. “I’m warning you. I’ll get the captain back here if you don’t open up right away!”
“Open the fucking door,” Remington said, leaning back, his prick still dangling out. He lifted the gun and fondled the trigger enough to make Louise even more nervous than she was.
“I can’t. It opens inwards. The door. I… I have to stand up.”
“So stand up and open the door.”
She didn’t have to be told not to do anything silly like trying to warn her friend about the gun. Louise opened the door and pushed it back hard against the wall. This allowed her body to swing away and reveal Remington and the gun.
Vanessa gasped. Louise wasn’t sure if it was the limp prick that got to her or the gun. She might not have responded at all if Remington hadn’t bluntly ordered her to step in.
“Now that we’re all one big happy family here, why don’t you tuck my little friend away. Blondie’s already sucked all the juice out of him.” Louise couldn’t see the expression on Vanessa’s face. She was pinned against the wall of the john, listening to the soft rush of cold air just inches outside the plane’s hull.
“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.