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!”
Chapter Eight
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?”
He shoved the barrel of his gun between her pussy-lips. The woman shivered at the feel of cold metal and almost cried out. She bit down on her bleeding lip and caused even more of the red fluid to flow. But she remained silent as he began gun-fucking her.
Her inner juices leaked down the barrel of the pistol. The coldness quickly went away as her body warmed the steel. And her cunt-juices made the thrusting in and out along her sensitive pussy-flesh easier.
When Keegan realized this, he pulled the gun out of her twat with a dull plop.
“Bitch,” he said, sneering at her. “You’re too cheap for me to waste my time. I’ll go fuck the other bitch instead and make you watch.”
“Why don’t you bring up Blondie and have her, Keegan?” asked Remington. “I think she was a hell of a fine lay.”
“You don’t want her anymore?” asked the weasel-faced man suspiciously.
“We’re partners, man!” exclaimed Remington. “What’s mine is yours. Take her. She will probably welcome you with open arms.”
Keegan turned and went down the back stairs and got out of the plane. A few minutes later, he pulled the sunburned, bruised and abused stewardess along behind him. With a savage tug, he threw her onto her hands and knees on the floor.
“Louise!” cried Vanessa. “What have they done to you? Your hair! It’s all greasy and… “Vanessa stopped talking, horror mirrored on her face as she saw what Louise looked like.
The once beautiful blonde was haggard. Her lips were cracked from the intense heat. Her muscles knotted and twitched from the strain she had been under. Worst of all was the sunburn. She was half-red, her tits tender and sore. From behind, she was as white as ever.
Louise looked up at the tied Vanessa and croaked, “So they’re up to tying you, too. It… it’s hell, Vanessa, Hell!”
“Shut up, cunt. We’ll tell you when to speak.”
“Good going, Keegan,” said Remington. “But why waste all that cum of yours on the floor? Why don’t you have her lick it up like a dog?”
“Yeah, just like the bitch she is. Lick up my jism, baby, and make it snappy. I want to see that tongue of yours working on the rug.”
Keegan came in behind her and lashed her across the back with his belt. The leather strap made a loud slapping sound as it blistered her soft flesh. She painfully moved across the aisle until she came to the white, wet gooey spot on the rug.
Bending forward, she raked her tongue along the rough rug. She almost gagged. Dirt mixed in with the man’s jizz. But it was wet. And she had been dying for any sort of liquid. They had refused her any drinks. Cum was moisture of a sort. And it felt good against her tongue.
She licked more eagerly now, tasting the salty acrid flavor of his cum all over her tongue. But she was regaining a little of her strength if not her dignity — which had been totally stripped from her along with her clothes.
Louise couldn’t imagine how they could do anything more to degrade her. But she was wrong. They found a way. As she licked, her ass jutted up into the air. Keegan used his belt on her perky ass, whipping it with long, swift strokes that sent waves of pain rippling throughout her body.
“Ummmmmm. Oh! That hurts so baaaaaad!” she moaned.
“Keep licking, bitch,” said Keegan, enjoying his domination of the woman. “I want to see all the jizz licked up in five seconds. Suck, damn you, suck it all up and be quick about it!”
The belt lashed repeatedly against her raised ass. She felt the blows landing in a pattern until her ass was crisscrossed with ugly red welts from the whipping. Louise guessed she looked like a piece of plaid from the rear. And from the front she was a solid, hot red.
The fever in her tits almost made her pass out. They were throbbing with the pain of the sunburn. She needed hospital care — and soon — or she would die. But neither of the men seemed likely to let her go. She dropped down and pressed her lips firmly to the floor. She sucked hard and all the cum was gone in a split second.
But they didn’t give her the chance to relish the wetness in her mouth. Keegan used some rope to fasten her hands behind her back. As she tried to raise up to a kneeling position, he shoved her back down. Her face rested on the floor while her ass was up in the air.
“I like this view,” explained Keegan. “I like it so much, I want you to stay like that no matter what.”
Louise moaned as the man began whipping her butt with his belt again. The angry red crease Remington had put in her soft flesh with the bullet he’d fired burned as if she’d had her ass dipped into acid. And every single blow from the belt rocked her forward. With her arms securely bound behind her back, she had to take all the force of the blow by shoving her face into the rough, scratchy rug.
“What do you want from me?” she asked. “What? You’ve beaten me and tied me up and raped me and hung me up by my hair and sunburned me and…” She couldn’t go on. She broke down crying.