And in addition to all this was his damned finger up her ass!
She came.
She hated herself for it, but she had no choice. Her body responded to his prick and the finger fucking — nothing else. But she wasn’t even sure if that was true. She might have been getting more stimulation from all the pain in her body than she cared to admit.
Louise just didn’t know.
The pain and the orgasm kept her too confused to really try to work it all out.
“Love the way you crush down on a fellow prick like that when you come. You really groove on this, don’t you?”
“No, I hate it!” she cried out. “I hate it, I hate you, I hate everything!”
And then she came again. The force of this orgasm was even greater than it had been before. The man’s body had rubbed up against her tits and stimulated them to a fiery, pain-filled hardness. She was a seething mass of agony and it got her off.
She could understand climaxing from the man’s fucking cock. Or even from his finger worming around in her shit-chute. But getting off from the pain lashing her tender body was something she hated.
“Oh, oh, shit!” the man groaned. “This is gonna be a big come from my old cock. I can tell. The way you’re squeezing down on my pecker’s made it get even harder. I feel my balls turning into a pressure cooker. That old jizz’s going to spew out any second.”
He got down to serious fucking. He drilled fast into her pussy now, each stoke perfectly timed to drive him as far into her churning cunt as possible. And when he felt his prick tense for the final time, he fired off the pistol in his hand.
The woman jumped as the sound. And she came when his jism shot out into her cunt. The impact of hot spurt after hot spurt of gooey, creamy cum turned her into a writhing, clawing beast. She fought and moaned and cried out in an odd mixture of pleasure and pain.
The man continued to fire his gun with every single spurt of his big cock. One of the lead bullets creased her ass — and she came as the pain shot into her body.
By the time the man’s prick slipped limp and dripping from her cunt, she was exhausted. Totally drained, emotionally and physically.
Louise wanted to die.
Chapter Seven
“Don’t leave me here to die,” Louise pleaded. “I can’t stand it!”
“Sure you can, Blondie. Just keep content by thinking how great my cock felt inside your pussy. And it did, you know. It felt damned good. So good I may be back before long. But don’t you go away. And if I find you’ve tried to get yourself down…”
He didn’t have to finish the sentence. He snapped open the cylinder of his revolver and kicked out six empty cartridges, onto the sandy desert floor. From his pocket, he took six more bullets and thrust them one at a time into the empty chambers. Smiling, he made a big production of snapping the cylinder back into the frame of the gun.
“Be seeing you,” he said. “Just like you are. And be glad you’re out of the sun. I might just decide to rope you back to the roof of the car — if you don’t behave yourself.”
She almost fainted from the shock of hearing that threat. She didn’t know if she could endure that or not. Probably not. It would kill her for sure. The blonde stewardess looked at her hands and arms. They had blisters all over them. At least second degree burns from the sun.
She guessed her cunt-lips, pussy-mound and tits were in even worse shape from the short time she’d already spent staked out under the cruelly blazing sun. Another bout of that and she would be covered with third degree burns — and out here in the desert so far from a hospital, that could mean only suffering and eventual death.
“Let me go, please, please!” she begged futilely. “What have I done to deserve this?”
“Beats me,” said Remington, “but it must have been a major sin. Why don’t you just think it over and tell me what it was later? Or maybe you can show me later on. I haven’t found any new and different major sins in a long time. Be seeing you,” he said again and went up the aluminum steps into the cool interior of the plane.
“How’s things in here, Keegan?” he asked, seeing the smaller man still had the others under the muzzle of his gun.
“Fine. Couldn’t be better. Except I’m so damned horny I’m about ready to come on the floor.”
“Don’t do that. You don’t want some jerk to have to clean it up, do you?”
“I was thinking of coming on the rug and then making one of them lick it up. I think I’d like that plenty.” The small man gestured toward the naked and obviously self-conscious stewardesses. He had forced both Vanessa and Darlene to do a striptease for him.
“I bet you got your rocks off plenty. You always did go in for the burlesque stuff.”
“I want to fuck one of them,” said Keegan in a low, ugly voice. “I deserve it. You been messing around with that blonde bitch. I want to sink my prick into that one.” He pointed his gun directly at Vanessa.
The dark-haired woman cringed and hunched up closer against the metal wall of the plane. She had her arms crossed over her chest to hide her tits and her leg was drawn up enough to hide the dark fur-red triangle of her pussy-mount. Her snowy white skin gleamed in stark contrast to the darkness of her hair.
“Yeah, I can dig that,” said Remington. “I wouldn’t mind fucking her myself. But my cock’s a little on the limp side. Unless…” He smiled broadly, showing broken teeth. “Unless the brunette decided she wanted to suck on my prick until it was usable again. And then we could both take the other stewardess at the same time.”
“What do you mean?” asked Keegan suspiciously. “I don’t want no sloppy seconds from you.”
“You won’t be getting them. I was thinking of both of us fucking her at the same time, you up her pussy and me up her asshole. I was finger-fucking the blonde chick’s butt while I fucked her and I got the idea from that. Pretty good, huh?”
“Yeah!” said Keegan, his little eyes gleaming with malice. “I could get off on that real good. And you need a boner for it, too. You, get over here and suck on his prick. Now!” Keegan pointed his gun directly at Darlene. The woman cowered back, not wanting to move.
“If he doesn’t shoot you in five seconds, I will,” said Remington. “When we tell you cunts to do something, you do it quick!”
Darlene hesitantly came over and dropped to her knees in front of Remington’s crotch. She reached out and took the limp worm of his prick with her fingers. She rolled it around for a few seconds as if getting the feel of it. It still felt slimy from Louise’s pussy-juices and the man’s cum.
“Stuff it into our face, bitch. Unless you want me to figure out some place extra-special to shove this.” He poked the gun down between her tits so that the barrel parted them enough to give her the message. She quickly pushed the pistol aside and shoved his prick into her mouth as she’d been told to do.
“Ummm, yeah, that’s more like it,” he moaned with pleasure. “Love the feel of a woman’s mouth moving all around my cock.”
She tongued him slowly, using her tongue to tickle and torment rather than get him instantly hard. The woman licked along the sides of his cock with her pink, rough tongue and then started sucking. This made his prick begin to stir almost at once. She sucked and bobbed her head around to give him a little face-fucking. Her velvety lips caressed the steadily hardening sides of his cock until he was almost fully erect and throbbingly hard in her face.
“Good, damned good, cunt,” he told her. “You don’t suck as good as Blondie, but you’re no slouch.”
“Hurry it up, Remington,” said the other man anxiously. “I can barely keep from creaming in my pants just thinking about fucking her again. I dig her a lot.”
His eyes never left Vanessa’s trim body which was pressed into a corner of the cabin. He greedily drank in her beauty, her firm, high-placed tits with the coppery disks of her areolas and the pointy red of her nipples, her trim waist, her flaring ass and her slender ankles. Those legs could crush a man if they wrapped around him in lust, he thought.