“God, you’re flattening my cock. Gotta fuck some more! Just got to. Shit, this is a hot cunt you got. Feels like I’m fucking a blast furnace!”
She couldn’t speak. Her mind was numbed from the fucking and her lips were parched from the sun. Words would only jumble up in her throat.
“Fuck, gotta fuck you good. Shit, love the way you take this, Blondie. You’re a great lay, a great one!”
She came again as his prick burrowed around inside her hot, dripping cunt and then she was left empty. The absence of his cock was worse than the idea of rape. She needed that cock!
“Like it, huh?” he said, holding his cunt-juiced soaked prick in one hand. “How about me fucking those tits of yours while I got my dick all nice and slippery from your cunt-grease?”
He moved up on the woman’s body until he straddled her waist. She felt his heavy hands clutching at her tits, shoving them together brutally until her nipples actually touched. It felt as if he would rip her tits entirely off her chest.
He rubbed her nipples together until she felt her entire body trembling. She both liked this and hated it. The woman couldn’t keep it straight in her head which it should really be.
Her tits were forced so hard together, she felt sweat begin to form almost immediately in the artificially created cunt on her chest. He moved forward, the blunt end of his prick shoving into her jugs. She sighed and shivered as she felt the heavy battering ram of cock-flesh forcing its way through this marshmallowy soft channel.
His prick poked out from between her tits. She could see the angry purple knob on the end of his fuck-stick poking through the soft whiteness of her boobs. And then he backed off.
“Fuck my tits!” she cried. “I need to feel it all!”
She hated herself for responding so strongly to the man. But she needed a sexual release after all he’d done to her: tied her up, burned her flesh with the hot roof of the car, degraded her — he had done it all. And he owed her a little bit of pleasure!
He fucked with short, quick strokes that threatened to melt the twin mounds of her mountainous tits. And when she felt his prick expanding, she knew he would come at any instant.
“No!” she cried when he released her boobs. They sprang back into their original shape.
And then he came in her face and hair. She could have taken anything but that. His sticky, gooey, white jism spattered against her lustrous blonde hair and left her crying and humiliated beyond belief.
Chapter Six
“You can’t just leave her out there,” cried Vanessa. “She’s a blonde. The sun will cook her to death!”
“You want to spend some time out there with her?” said Remington, an amused smile on his lips. “I get a kick out of seeing that blonde cunt of hers roasting in the desert sun. Makes her pussy-lips turn all rosy.”
“You sadist!”
Remington slapped Vanessa across the mouth with the back of his hand. “You keep your mouth shut, bitch, or I’ll think of something really ugly to do to you.”
“Look, Remington,” said the Captain, “your money’s on the way. It must be here by now. Just keep cool and everything will be… “Captain Jackson shut up when he found himself looking down the barrel of the gun.
“I don’t need the likes of you to tell me what to do. In fact, I’m feeling horny again. Some nice blonde pussy spread all around my cock would do me a world of good. Look after our friends, Keegan. And don’t go fucking around with either of these cunts until I get back. You might lose track of one of them or something.”
“Gotcha, Remington,” said the small weasel-like man. “I’ll be content just watching these two strip off all their clothes real slow for me. A striptease. Start dancing, girls.” The way he motioned with his pistol convinced them they should do as he asked.
Remington watched for a few minutes as Vanessa and Darlene began peeling down to bare skin, then turned and went back to the fiery hot floor of the desert. He had something more fun in mind than simply watching chicks peel down.
“Hiya, Blondie. How’s the sun today?”
Louise could only moan. “Water. I’m dying for water.”
“Sorry, didn’t bring any. Hmmm, looks like your pussy’s about ready to be cooked like bacon on the skillet.”
She cried out in pain when he nudged her cunt with his pistol. The stab of pain rocketing all the way up into her belly almost made her pass out from the shock. She was sunburned in places where most women don’t worry about getting sunburned. Even sunbathing in the nude wouldn’t pose the risk for her that this did. She had no suntan oil and she was tied in such a way that she couldn’t possibly turn over and distribute the sun’s rays over her body. They were concentrated on her tits and pussy.
Her blonde cunt-fur hardly kept out the vicious, burning sun. She struggled feebly as he began fucking in and out of her pussy with the tip of his gun. When he saw telltale drops of cunt-juice leaking out from between her sunburned pussy lips, Remington grinned lasciviously.
“All ready for me again, huh? I like a bitch to want me to fuck her. But you’re doing even better than most. I can dig it.”
“Kill me, please, kill me,” she groaned. “I can’t take any more of this.”
“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.”