extreme rape

The Flight

By Throatdagger

My name is Hank and I work on an off shore drilling platform. It is hard work and lonely work since there aren’t any women allowed on the platform; I guess the company is afraid of the distraction that it might cause. All the men are being evacuated back to our home base because of an approaching hurricane. It will be a welcomed relief since we will definitely have fun with the women back home. The company has chartered a jet for me and my 99 coworkers. We almost fill the midsized plane up there are only six empty seats on the whole plane. We arrived at the airport to discover because of the impending storm our flight will be the last flight to leave. Everyone else will have to hunker down and weather the storm out.

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Just about everybody has boarded the plan and I am making a final phone call to the company. I see a taxi pull hurriedly to the curb. Six women pile from the cab and rush inside the terminal. They are all dressed in military uniforms of the UK Navy. I think they call them Wren’s in the service. They rush to the ticket counter and are busy pleading that they urgently need a flight out so that they can escape the storm. I see the ticket agent waving his hands as I over hear him explaining that there aren’t anymore flights before the storm. He says “All the flights have gone except for a charter flight by an oil company. I think they may be a few empty seats on that plane. You need to talk to that gentleman over there.” He gestures towards me. The six young ladies grab their luggage and rush to where I have just hung up the phone.

“Pardon us.” I hear a choir of voices saying. They look embarrassed at each other for acting like school girls. They were after all military personnel. One finally takes charge. “Pardon me sir, my name is Dionne and these are my friends Sam, Emma, Rachel, Claire and Katy. We were on vacation here from our service in the Royal Navy and we urgently need to get back to our base. We have been told that you have the only flight out before the storm and there are some available seats on the plane. We would be most grateful if you could help us. We are of course willing to pay what ever a ticket would be; we don’t mean to be free loaders.”

I look over the young ladies and they stand with such pleading looks on their faces. They were all between five foot six and eight inches tall with very fit looking bodies. All except had either brown or blonde hair. The one called Sam looked really sexy; she had long brown hair which was pinned neatly to her head and a body to kill for. Emma had shorter hair but huge boobs that almost burst out the front of her shirt. These would be welcome additions to the flight and who knows maybe provide some fun. I paused before I said “We do have six empty seats on the flight. I guess it wouldn’t be a problem; I am always glad to help the military.” The ladies fumbled with their purses as Dionne asked “How much is the fare?” I quickly replied “You don’t have to worry about the money; it will be a pleasure to have such lovely young women on the flight.” They all smiled a bright smile of relief as the stuck their wallets back in their purses and reached for their luggage.

We all headed down the hall to the gate; we scurried as we could see the storm in the distance. Inside the plane the female stewardess quick closed the door as we made our way to the seats. My seat was in the first row. The remaining six seats were scattered throughout the plane; all were however middle seats. I watched as they hurriedly made there way down the aisle. As they wrestled their luggage into the overhead bins, they put on quite a show without realizing it. When the stretched their skirts rode up their nylon clad legs; there wasn’t a bad looking leg on any of them. Their asses waved in the aisle and their boobs swung from side to side as the squirmed to fit their bags into the tight bins. Finally all of them had slid into a seat and the stewardess gave the pilot the okay to leave the gate.

Dionne’s view

We were so thankful to get off this island before the storm hit that I think we would had accepted a flight with the Devil. I made my way down the narrow aisle to a seat near the back of the plane. I noticed that as I worked my back that all the seats were in the middle of the row. Well, I guess you can’t get on last and get a window seat. The seats were scattered throughout the plane. Too bad the girls couldn’t sit together, but working together and just spending our leave together I guess we had bonded enough. It would be a chance for them to meet some new people on the long flight back. The guy that appeared to be in charge seemed really nice; too bad I couldn’t have found an empty seat next to him. These guys look nice enough that I am sitting between. Maybe a little rough for my personal tastes; but they certainly do have broad shoulders and big muscles. I guess a girl can’t ask for everything.

As I buckle in, I start to notice that the six of us girls are the only females on the plane except the stewardess. Well, being in the military we are kind of use to being out numbered. I ask the guy on my right “Pardon me; do you guys all work together?” He turns and smiles as he replies “Yes; on an off shore platform.” My heart sank a little; these guys have been stuck in the middle of the ocean for who knows how long without women. That is a little like being on a ship; only there a captain maintains strict discipline. I hope these guys maintain their control; I guess it will only be several hours, not like it is months, what could happen?

I settle in my seat and we are soon in the air. I hear a guy up front holler to the stewardess “Hey, what about something to drink?” Soon she appeared with the beverage cart. The flight was a little turbulent but she made her way down the narrow aisle. Every one was ordering an alcoholic beverage; I hoped they weren’t going to get drunk. I had enough of that on ports of calls. She finally made her way to the row where I was sitting. Like all the others the men ordered a mixed drink. I said that I would just take a bottle of water. She finished her service and as she made her way back up front; she was stopped several times by men wanting a second drink. She obliged, I guess things on a charter flight is different since no money was changing hands.

Several men soon made their way to the front of the plane. They huddled with Hank and whispered back and forth. Maybe they were just talking about company business and didn’t want us girls over hearing. I noticed that they kept glancing at the different girls and then they would whisper some more. Soon they all took their seats. As the men walked back to their seats I seen them wink or nod at the other men. The man sitting in the row behind me took his seat. I heard him tell the guys that Hank said it was “okay”. It must be some change in travel plans. The stewardess announced because of the rough weather “Please keep your seat belt securely fastened.” I reached down and gave mine another tug, I didn’t want to find myself tossed in a strange guy’s lap.

I noticed that there seemed to be a lot of slight movement throughout the cabin. I felt my hair move against my head; maybe the guy behind me had accidentally brushed it. A few seconds later I felt a hand brush on my shoulder. As I turned to see what was happening, I heard Hank yell “Now”. The sudden noise startled me; I jumped and then I seen something flash down in front of me. I found my self jerked tight against the seat with a belt around my neck. I instinctively reached to grab it and pull it loose; only to have the guys on each side of me grab my arms and hold them firmly down. I heard the others girls screaming as the cabin erupted with a flurry of movement. I saw the stewardess jump to her feet only to be tackled by several guys and drug into the galley.

Hank stood up and took the microphone from its holder. He announced “Ladies, remain calm and you won’t get hurt. It is time for some in flight entertainment. My men have been in the middle of the ocean for a long time and they want a little more than what the movie has to offer; therefore, you ladies are going to have to provide the show. Relax or I’m afraid the men may become brutal; I know you don’t want that.” The man behind me said “Missy, did you get that?” The men besides me were busy removing their belts; they began wrapping a belt around each wrist and then to the luggage guard beneath my seat. While they were doing that I felt the belt around my neck being tied firmly. I soon found myself completely bound in my seat; my head was strapped to the back and both wrists pulled down against the seat on each side of me.

I knew my feet were free to kick, but that was probably only going to work my skirt higher on my leg. I glanced down to see that my skirt was already well above my knees already; any higher and it would be up to my thighs. I didn’t want to give them roughens a bigger show than what they already were getting. Maybe they just wanted some heavy kissing and some cheap feels. I could see that the other girls had probably been similarly subdued. I caught glimpses of Emma and Rachel, the two closest to me, as they struggled in the seat. I couldn’t see the others clearly but I heard their pleading as men were scurrying around where they were.

Suddenly, everyone set down as the stewardess emerged from the galley. She was completely nude except for her nylons and high heels. A belt ran through her mouth, preventing her from screaming and her hands were behind her back. Terror filed her face and tears flowed from her eyes. She was forced in front of Hank and presented to him like some kind of gift to a god. Hank stood up and began running his hands over her body like he was inspecting for defects. I watched in horror as his hands squeezed and mauled her breasts as she winced in embarrassment. He lowered his hands to probe her pelvic region; her attempt to thwart his molestation was abruptly stopped when he kicked her ankles hard. She was forced to spread her legs if she was to avoid another painful kick. I watched as Hank’s hand slipped between her spread legs. I couldn’t believe that my eyes were fixed on watching this stewardess get molested. I knew that I should look away or at least close my eyes; but I knew in my heart the message he was sending. The men weren’t going to be happy with some passionate kissing or some cheap thrill; we were going to be molested and probably raped.

My mind jolted back to reality as I stared blankly forward. My God, there must be about a hundred men on the plane; this was going to be more than rape, it was going to be a massive gang rape. I doubted that any of us were virgins but I also doubted that any of us had had the number of guys we were looking at, especially at one time. I would be ripped apart from the look of the bulges appearing in their pants. Hank finished groping the young woman and then proceeded to march her down the aisle. He stopped at each row so that the men could get a closer look and feel of his gift. She finally made her way all the way to the row I was in. The men in the row were no different. The dirty remarks as their rough hands pawed at her smooth skin. I realized that very soon it was going to be me that they were pawing like animals.

Hank shoved the helpless woman to the next row. The men were growing excited and restless. Soon Hank came back with the poor woman weeping as she was pushed crudely along. I seen that her wrists were bound to the opposite elbow; folding her arms up behind her back. Hank reached the front of the plane and the stewardess was forced to sit back down in her seat. The shoulder harness was strapped around her and she found herself secured in the seat. What happened next was grotesque. A man emerged from the galley with a rod about four feet long. Him and another man quickly jerked the helpless stewardess’s feet apart and bound them to the ends of the rod. She was strapped to the bulkhead of the plane with her feet held wide apart. Hank picked up the microphone and announced “Let the party begin.”

Hands began clawing at the buttons on my crisp uniform shirt as I pleaded “Please don’t do this. I represent your country; please don’t defile me.” The man on my left smiled through tobacco stained teeth as he said “Honey, we are going to more than defile you; we are going to fuck every hole you have.” I felt the cool air surround my breast as my shirt was yanked open. Hands surrounded my breasts; I couldn’t even see how many; it felt like I was being attacked by an octopus. I felt hands moving up and down my leg; my hair was being pulled free from how I had it fastened. My head was now being held completely back by someone tugging on my shoulder length hair. I knew that my skirt was being pushed completely up; hands were forcing their way between my clinched thighs. I didn’t intend to make this an easy conquest.

My seat suddenly reclined back. I guess because this was a charter plane, the seats laid almost entirely flat. I found my head thrust down and I was gawking up at three men stroking their penises. My head was violently twisted to the left and one of the throbbing cocks thrust against my lips. “Open.” The man demanded. I hesitated only to feel the belt around my throat pull tight. I realized that unless I summoned the intestinal fortitude to stick this fowl smelling penis in my mouth, he was going to choke me to death. I begrudgingly opened my mouth. The taste was even worst than the smell. I managed to choke back my gag reflex as he began thrusting in and out; I slowly closed my lips around his cock. The sooner I could get this over with the sooner this nasty man would be done. I felt my hair being tugged rather fast. I looked out of the corner of my eye and what I saw was revolting. The man directly behind me was using my precious brown hair to jerk off with. He had a handful wrapped around his dick and he was moving it back and forth the entire length of his rod.

My bra had been jerked free and my bare breasts were being mauled like meat by mountain lions. I felt my skirt loosen as the button and zipper were undone. The material was tugged down my legs and off my feet. My thin panties were all that protected me from their view; and I had a strong feeling that protection wouldn’t last very long. I felt my feet being jerked up in the air; oh no, they are being pulled wide apart. I feel leather wrapping around my ankles; they are being strapped to the window and aisle seat’s headrests. Hands push on my abdomen; I can’t see what is going on because of the cock in my mouth and the man jerking off with my hair. Ouch, my hips jerk up in the air as my panties give way. They have just ripped my panties off. I realize that I am now naked and completely helpless. I hear the others screaming and pleading; the same thing must be happening to them.

Emma’s view

I sat down in the middle seat between two burly guys. I was a little uncomfortable as I caught them sneaking peeks at my large breasts. I knew that my boobs stuck out in my military uniform and I had learned to deal with it fairly well. It is kind of hard when a guy never sees your face because he his gawking at my breasts. Well if I just had to put up with their drooling, it would be well worth it to get the way out of this approaching hurricane. Everything seemed to go fairly routine until they guy that had been so nice in the terminal suddenly turned into the leader of a pack of animals. I suddenly found my self strapped in my seat; my head held to the headrest and my hands strapped low between the seats. Things were getting worse by the minute. The stewardess was being marched down the aisle naked while the guys groped her like a piece of meat. I knew that I wasn’t being tied in my seat so some guy could rape the stewardess; we were all going to be targets.

Hands already were brushing against my breasts and all I could do was sob and plead that they release me. We had received training in resisting a sexual attack; but it didn’t deal with these kinds of odds and these circumstances. Even if we somehow managed to break loose, we were still trapped in an airplane in midair. I could hear the others screaming and pleading so I knew the same fate had befallen them. Dionne was behind me so I had no idea of what they were doing to her; I did hear a brief scuffle from her general direction. Rachel was ahead and on the right side of the plane. I heard her pleading as men were already taunting her. When Hank announce that the men could start, my uniform shirt was ripped open and my bra yanked up in what seemed like a single motion.

My head went flying back as they released the seat back position. My head tumbled back into a sea of penises. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I thought my breasts were going to be ripped from my body. A guy grabbed one with both hands and was trying to lift my torso up. It stretched far out as the man pulled; the pain in my chest was horrendous. I felt something being pulled tight around it. I managed to glance down to se a thin leather strap being pulled tight. My other breast was being lifted by a guy leaning over my head. Another strap lashed around it. The straps were pulled so tight that I felt the pulsing of blood trying to circulate. I managed to get another quick glimpse before a cock was japed in my mouth. I just accepted it realizing that resisting was futile. I could barely see as my face was smashed repeatedly into this man’s crotch.

I felt hands forcing my hips up; I knew that my skirt was being removed. I tried to actually help because I knew that it was useless. My skirt was soon being pulled down my legs. As soon as it came over my shoes my feet we lifted rudely up and pulled apart; they were quickly strapped to the seat backs. I felt embarrassed at the obscene position I found myself positioned in. My breasts were aching from the tightness of the strap; I braced for what I knew was bound to happen; my panties were ripped off. I found myself in this grotesque position like one would in a doctor’s office for a pelvic exam; only I was spread a lot wider and higher.

I couldn’t believe what I heard next. A man had crawled between my legs; he leaned over my battered breasts and said “When I shoot my load I will release one of your tits. The more you help; the sooner your tit will get free.” He was ordering me to help in my own rape in order to alleviate the battering my breast was receiving. I thought there is no way that I would do that, but as he tugged on the strap and the searing pain shot deep in my chest, I realized that I was going to be raped numerous times and that co-operating would only add a little indignity if it might save a breast.

Tears flooded my eyes as he lowered himself down. I felt the tip of his cock brush against my cunt. Terror ripped my body as I remembered that I had forgotten my birth control pills. I could become pregnant by this bastard that was about to penetrate me. He began to push in; the pain was unbearable. I wasn’t a virgin but I wasn’t experienced enough that taking a cock dry didn’t hurt like hell. Suddenly I heard Rachel scream; I twisted my head towards where Rachel was seated. I was astonished to see two ankles high in the air. One was pinned against the overhead bins along the outside wall; the other one was along the bin doors. Both were shaking wildly as they were held by men’s hands. I knew that someone was raping the poor girl. My mind quickly returned to wishing that he had somehow gotten me wet; yes it would have been humiliating, but it would have greatly eased the discomfort that I was experiencing. He pushed harder and I felt his throbbing penis going deeper. Maybe once he was in, it would be easier. He began to move in and out. I tried to relax; but the cock jamming in and out of my mouth made that almost impossible.

I found my self trying to accept his movement. I was trying to concentrate on saving my breast. Suddenly, I was almost drowned by a stream of nasty tasting fluid shooting into my throat. My mind had completely forgotten about my mouth rape. My eyes watered as they shot wide open; the flow seemed like it would never stop. I choked and gulped trying to accommodate the flood. The man finally withdrew his drained and dripping dick from my mouth. A searing pain shot into my pelvic; the man raping me had just lunged full hilt into me. His pace was frantic; I found myself arching my back and bending my knees as I tried to raise my hips the little bit the seatbelt would allow. I turned my head to the other side not wanting to look at the man now raping the living stuffing out of me. I found myself breathing hard from the brutal treatment; my breast rising and falling like large mounds. I felt the gush of hot semen flooding deep into my vagina as my mouth was pried open and another cock inserted. I felt like an old rag being used to mop the floor.

The man between my legs finally pulled out only to be replaced by another. He did keep his word and release the strap around my right breast. Several minutes later as my head snapped around and was jerked by my short brown hair another load of spunk flooded my mouth. As I lay there trying to swallow; listening to the cries, pleas and screams of my friends the second man between my legs flooded my vagina once again. He then released my other breast as yet another man moved into position. My head whirled as one after another shocked a cock into my mouth or pussy. It was becoming a blur surrounded by the constant sounds of men yelling and whooping and the agonizing sounds of the other rapes.

Rachel’s view

I found myself suddenly subdued in my seat. A belt looped around my neck and tied as my arms were tied down to the seat. When Hank had given the command my blouse was summarily ripped open; the shoulder straps of my bra slid down my arms and my bra jerked below my breasts. Rough hands began twisting my nipples as I wiggled in pain and pleaded “Please stop; don’t do this.” As my breasts were being mauled other hands were tearing at my skirt; soon it was pulled completely off and my ankles pinned against the overhead bins. A man ducked under one leg and stood facing me with his penis sticking out like a flag pole on the side of a building. He leaned over and snatched my panties off. I felt my head jerked up; almost choking me with my neck still bound. The man forcing my chin against my chest ordered “Watch this. Keep those fucking eyes wide op if you know what is good for you.”

I was staring at this man lowering his cock towards my vagina lips. He leaned further forward as the hands yanking my breasts paused so I could see him place his cock at my entrance. He gave me an evil smile and the lunged forward. His dick jammed entirely into me; his balls slapped against my ass. I screamed as pain shot through my entire body like a bolt of lightning. My ankles shook violently; my shoes making a clicking noise against the plastic bins. The air shot from my lungs as I almost went in a seizure. I had never been penetrated with such brutality. I hoped that I would pass out so that I wouldn’t have to withstand what was bound to be a vicious rape. I pulled almost out to only ram in once again. My entire body was a trembling mass.

He sneered at me and said “If you know what is good for you; you had better give me what I want. Otherwise, I will rip you in half.” I knew instantly that he was demanding that I have an orgasm or he would continue to violently ram himself into me. How could I experience such a personal thing while being brutalized? Did I dare try and fake an orgasm? I knew that if he even thought I was faking he would not hesitate to completely violate me. I tried to blank my mind out; replacing this horrible situation with thought of pleasure from a few days ago. Lying on a quiet beach, soaking in the sun’s golden rays. How could heaven be turned into such a hell in only a few short hours? I was surrounded by mean laughing and snickering as I pleaded “Please stop. You are killing me; you will rip me open.” Some even patted him on the back as they encouraged him to “Ram harder.”

I prayed that somehow my mind could block the pain and my body could naturally respond to a sexual encounter. I could hear my friends crying and pleading for their attacks to stop. The sounds were unbearable; hearing your closest friends brutally raped; then realizing that some of the sound is coming from your own mouth. I fell into a trance, letting my body react to what was happening. I found myself getting wet, somehow aroused by the brutality. I had though about being raped but it had been in a loving way; never with the bestiality attitude of this guy. My neck went limp, supported by the man still forcing my eyes downward. I felt a sudden felt a wave of emotion flashing in my vagina; I was climaxing. The brutality had stimulated my insides to the point that it was actually enjoying the experience. I bit my lip as my body stiffened; now trying to meet his thrusts. My breathing was hard and fast, a quick hot flash and then I found myself moaning as my body shook. The men all were laughing as I cried uncontrollably at humiliating myself in such a way. I had inadvertently done exactly what this bastard wanted.

The moans and pathetic screams poured from my mouth as I gasped for breath. The man with his cock buried in me laughed and said “That wasn’t so bad. I knew you were horny and just needed a big cock pounding.” I felt his spunk shooting deep into my vagina as I tried to hide my embarrassment. I could hear the squishing of his dick still working in and out; my dryness gone with a flood of spunk. He slowly pulled out only to be replaced by another large man. My head twisted sharply as a penis slapped my face; I new my ravishment had just begun.

Katy’s view

I couldn’t believe what was suddenly happening; the whole plane load of men was going berserk. Men had strapped me tight in my seat; I could only squirm slightly as I saw the stewardess manhandled into the galley. I was sitting right behind the man named Hank. I had heard him talking in a very low voice with several others that had come to the front. I couldn’t understand what they were saying but I had detected a tone of viciousness. Tears pored from my eyes as the stewardess was shoved naked into the aisle almost right by my row. I couldn’t see what was happening behind me but I knew from the whooping and hollering that it wasn’t good. The poor woman was finally returned up front only to be tied in a completely vulnerable position.

When Hank announced for the fun to begin, I heard screams from the other girls. There was a scuffle in the rows behind me and I wondered if some of them had managed to break free and fight. I was bound helpless in my seat; I tugged at my wrist but that only pulled the belts tighter. I saw someone in the aisle; it was Claire followed by Sam. Each surrounded by a group of men who was shoving them forward. Each had an arm twisted high behind their back and their head jerked back by the guy pulling hard on their hair. They were paraded to the open space at the front. Hank stood up and walked around the struggling pair as he admired their well toned bodies. “You two are going to strip each other. I want you completely naked; every stitch off, even the shoes.” He ordered. Claire and Sam protested simultaneously “No we won’t do that.” Sam continued “We are not going to help in your demented plan. You can go to hell.”

Hank laughed and then nodded towards me. The man on my left punched me hard in the stomach. I cringed in pain as the air exploded from my body. “Then I guess your friend will start paying the price. We are going to rape you all; we can rape an unconscious woman the same as an alert one. It just is a little more fun if she squirms but I don’t really care.” He barked. Sam and Claire looked at each other as I managed to gasp “Don’t do it. Don’t humiliate yourself that way.” They looked at me as I gasped for air; Hank nodded again and the man on my right punched me in the stomach. He hit me so hard that I thought I wouldn’t be able to catch my breath again. I heard Sam say “Stop; we will do what you want.”

I hung my head; my friends were going to have to strip each other so that the men could molest and rape them to save me from a beating. I couldn’t bear to watch; I just heard the constant jeering of men as the two removed each others clothes. The men whistled and made cat calls. It reminded me of the time that I had gone with a guy on a date and he took me to a strip club; I guess as a hint of what he wanted. As I sat there in disgust over what my friends were having to do to protect me, a uniform shirt suddenly landed in my lap. It was followed by other articles of clothing including a bra and then finally a pair of panties. I could tell from the noise around me that Sam and Claire were naked. I couldn’t bear to look as I continued to stare down at my lap.

Suddenly my seat was slammed almost flat and I found myself being stripped of my uniform. Hands were all over my body; they must have been four guys trying to get my shirt undone while others tugged at my skirt. My mind try to reason that this rapid removal of my clothes was a lot better than the slow methodical torment that my friends had just endured. Hank had indicated that I was going to be raped regardless and obviously this was the first step. I knew that I was completely helpless to resist and I wasn’t going to give these bastards the pleasure of hearing me beg. I knew that I was going to be treated like a piece of raw meat and I just had to survive. It was only about a minute but it seemed like time stood still till I realize that I was naked.

I heard a gruff voice tell me “Pull your knees back. I want your knees tucked and your feet up high and wide.” It didn’t immediately sink in what he was ordering, until a slap on my face brought me jolting back to reality. He was telling me how he wanted me positioned so he could rape me. I looked up to see a muscular man standing next to me with his pants and underwear off. Resisting would have been a futile exercise only leading to more abuse. I pulled my knees back and managed to raise my feet higher than my knees. He stepped between my uplifted legs and looked down at my exposed body. He leaned forward and hooked my knees on his broad shoulders. His hands grasped my thighs and jerked my body in line with his.

I bit my lip for what I new was soon going to happen. I felt the tip of his dick rubbing my clit. I bit my lip tighter; determined not to show any emotion despite the feeling deep inside me. I glanced quickly up to look at his face as he continued to manipulate my clit. He was a good looking guy; strong and muscular, someone that I might have chosen to go out with. Now he was going to be my rapist, the first of many I was sure. He finally moved to place his fully erect dick at my entrance. I hadn’t noticed but I had become slight wet from his previous touches. He slid easily in; to my great surprise he wasn’t brutal in his technique. I had always imagined that rape was a terrorizing event; he was like a regular sex partner. My mind suddenly realized that a regular sex partner wouldn’t have me tied down in an airplane surrounded by countless men all wanting a piece of me.

I laid there as he used me to relieve his pent up lust. I was determined not to show any emotion regardless of how much pleasure I was receiving. I thought of myself as an inflatable doll that some of the guys on the ship used as a sex toy. They could use me but I sure wasn’t going to add to their thrill. I guess it had been quite a while since this guy had blown his load. It only took a few minutes until I felt the gush of his cum filling me. He pumped several more strokes; I guess he wanted to get completely drained. He then pulled out and nodded to the other men. The brutality that I had expected began. I found myself crushed by men with their dicks slapping me everywhere. The next man to force his way between my legs was fast and after pure animal lust. I braced myself as he ripped into me.

Claire’s view

I was seated a few rows behind Katy when all hell broke loose. I couldn’t believe what was happening; it was like a terrible horror movie. I thought maybe if I pulled on the straps holding my wrist down I would wake up from a bad dream. It had been stressful trying to get off the island before the hurricane and I must be having a nightmare. I yanked my arms and the pain of the straps around my wrist made me realize that I wasn’t asleep, but this indeed was a nightmare. I watched as the poor flight attendant was marched down the aisle for the men to molest as she passed by. When Hank made his statement about the party, the men untied my wrist and I was jerked up from my seat. My right arm was twisted tight behind my back and my head was pulled back by my hair which had been jerked loose. I soon found myself surrounded by several men and following Sam who was similarly held up the narrow aisle.

Soon Sam and I were standing in a little space at the front of the plane. Hank then told us that we were to completely strip each other. At first we hesitated only to see Katy punched hard in the stomach. Sam and I looked at each other and realized that resisting wasn’t going to prevent our ordeal; it was only going to cause Katy to be beaten severely. These men obviously meant to do what they wanted and unfortunately it was us that they wanted. Before we could indicate our compliance, Katy was punched again. Sam and I both said “Okay” simultaneously. We turned to face each other; neither knew how to start.

I finally raised my trembling hands to Sam’s neck and began fumbling nervously with the top button. I avoided looking her in the eye because I knew that she must be feeling the same shame that I was. I had never been forced to strip anyone before. I didn’t know whether I should unbutton her shirt completely or stop after the first button for her to unbutton mine. I decide that I would pause and see what Sam or Hank did. I felt Sam’s arms brush against mine as she reached for the button on my shirt. Alternating like we were would take longer; I didn’t think either of us was in a hurry to be naked.

Sam and I alternated unbuttoning each other’s shirt until they both were completely open. It was time for me to slide her shirt off. I tried to be as gentle as I could; I slid it off her shoulders and down her arms. I gulped hard as I seen Sam’s large breast bulging out the top of her bra. I had seen her in T-shirts and a bikini but never this close. Hank pointed towards Katy who was still trying to catch her breath. I tossed Sam’s shirt over the seat and it landed in Katy’s lap, startling her. I tried to keep a dignified look as Sam slid my shirt off my shoulder and the completely off. Hank held his hand out and she handed the crisp shirt to him.

I didn’t know what to do next; should I remove Sam’s bra or her skirt? Sam made the decision for me. She reached around my waist and released the button on the waist. I followed suit as she dropped her hands back to her sides. I slid my hands around her waist and fumbled for the button; I felt so awkward, my face staring right at her big tits. I decided to go ahead and lower her skirt. I looked up for her approval; she whispered softly “Go ahead; just think of it as a bikini. It is going to get a lot worse.” I lowered her skirt around her ankles and she stepped out of the circle of material. I tossed it to Katy like I had done the blouse. The guys were really getting rowdy; I was afraid that they were going to grab us any second.

I stood perfectly stilled while Sam finished removing my skirt. My heart pounded wildly in my chest. Sam unbuckled my shoes and I stepped out of them. She tossed them aside and stood as I knelt to remove her shoes. Hank announced “Leave the nylons on. Take everything else off but the nylons. When I stood up I saw Sam’s lips quivering; we were both to the point of undress that the next item would really be provocative. Sam whispered “Go ahead; if you don’t they will and I much rather it be you.” I slid my hands under Sam’s arms and found her bra clasp. I fumbled nervously with the clasp; thought flashed in my mind of how my boyfriend fumbled just like I was doing. The clasps soon were unhooked and I slowly slid the garment down her front. Sam took a deep breath as her breast fell lose of their protection. I caught myself gawking at her large melons jetting out from her well tanned chest. Tan lines from the bikini that she had worn on vacation were clearly visible making her breast remarkably more noticeable. I dropped my head in shame as the bra went flying into Katy’s lap.

It was my turn to be exposed. Sam slid her hands quickly around my sides and very quickly had released my bra. She looked at me, as if to ask if I was ready; then smoothly pulled my bra down and off. I felt my nipple perk as the cool air hit them. I hoped that the men didn’t notice my nipples now standing at attention. This was terrible enough without any indication that I might be enjoying being stripped in front of a hundred men. My breasts looked small in comparison to Sam’s, maybe that would be good. Oh God, I was just wishing that my dear friend would suffer more than me.

I regained my concentration as Sam began pulling my panties down. I followed soon after by removing her final item of clothing. We now both were totally naked except for our light brown nylons. The nylons didn’t hide anything and in fact only highlighted our legs; I could feel eyes glaring at us. It was like a bunch of acetylene torches cutting through steel. I managed to raise my head and look down the rows. I realized the sexual torment that the others were being subjected to. I could see groups of men huddles around seats in the plane. Just about where Rachel had been I spotted two feet pinned up in the air and spread wide apart; leaving little doubt in my mind what she was enduring. Further back I saw another pair of feet jerking wildly as they were strapped to seat backs on each end of a row. I could see all the guys walking around completely naked below the waist or their cocks sticking out of their pants.

My thoughts were broken as I was rudely shoved back towards my seat. I soon found my self strapped down to the seat which was reclined almost all the way flat. My ankles were being fastened like the others I had seen. I knew that my rape was about to start and there was absolutely nothing that I could do. I closed my eyes in a silent prayer hoping that I could endure the ravishment. I didn’t have to wait long; cocks were being shoved at me from every direction. I soon had a cock in both my mouth and my pussy; both were pumping like crazy. I wondered how many times I would be raped; maybe some would be satisfied at just jerking off.

Sam’s view

I watched as Claire was hustled back to her seat. Tears filled my eyes as I seen her feet pop up in the air and a bunch of men surround her. Hank walked over to me and said “Look down the rows. Do you want to join them or would you prefer being my private toy?” I felt sick to my stomach. What a choice either be gang raped by a bunch of very horny men or having to submit to being his private sex toy. In one instance I felt if I didn’t submit to the same abuse and rape as my friends it would be an act of betrayal. It probably means that they would have to satisfy my share of the group. On the other hand, should I subject myself to that torture if I could avoid it? As much as they were going to be forced to do my share would add little to their horror. I decided to ask some questions; maybe I could stall for time.

What do I have to do and what guarantee do I have that I won’t be turned over to them when you are finished?” I asked. Hank looked puzzled by my nerve to ask questions in a situation like this. He thought for a second and then replied “You have to do anything and everything that I demand. You must comply without hesitation or resistance. If you do I give you my word the men will not touch you. Do you really want to suffer the same fate as your friends?” I hung my head and said “No; I will do what you want.” I almost choked on the words as I said them. A few hours ago I was having fun on the beach with my friends. We had eyed the guys and even teased a few just to see them get aroused; now I was agreeing to be a sex toy for this guy who was in charge of a bunch of men raping my closest friends.

Suddenly the cockpit door opened and the captain stepped out. We were saved at last. My heart fell to my feat when he said “Looks like you men are having fun.” Hank laughed and said “A pretty good time.” The captain looked at the bound and crying stewardess and asked “Mind if we take miss stuck up in with us for a little while. I have wanted to teach her a lesson about service for a long time. She teases but doesn’t deliver; it is time she learns who’s the boss.” Hank smiled and nodded his head. The captain released the straps holding her feet wide apart and then her seat belt harness. He pulled her up and shoved the wobbly girl into the cockpit and then shut and locked the door.

Hank pointed to the galley as he said “Unless you want to perform in front of the men?” I stepped quickly into the galley. I wanted to try and maintain some level of modesty even during my rape. Hank quickly followed behind. As soon as we were out of sight my arms were jerked above my head and his hands started mauling my rather large breasts. Emma had huge breasts but mine were very large also. He pinched my nipples hard making me yelp like a little puppy. I thought that he might actually rip my boobs lose as he squeezed and pulled on them.

He turned me facing one of the counters and then told me “Put your hands on the counter and then lower your head down real low. Then spread your feet wide apart. As I leaned forward and gripped the counter I realized that my time had finally run out. He was positioning me for his enjoyment. As I lowered my head I heard a dreadful noise. His pants had dropped to the floor. I glanced under my arm to see his pants and underwear in a pile on the galley floor. I temporarily lost my concentration as thoughts flooded my mind. I had remembered my birth control but I still worried about any sexually transmitted diseases he might have. Who knew who he had been with before? I knew that it would be totally stupid to ask if he had a condom.

A hard smack on my bare ass snapped me back to the current situation “I said spread your feet.” He yelled. I gripped the counter as I moved my feet about two feet apart. Hank kicked my ankles knocking them further apart. I squirmed my feet to get a sure footing. He kicked them again; I was almost doing a leg split. I felt him step forward and run his cock down my crack. I braced myself the best I could; my feet so far apart that I was afraid I would just slide completely down. He stepped closer and panic shot through me. He was aligning his dick with my ass. He wasn’t going to rape me he was going to sodomize me. I pleaded “Please don’t do that. I will give you good sex; I promise but do me the normal way. Please don’t fuck me in my ass.” I felt so humiliated; here I was standing naked and spread open having to beg this bastard not to rape my ass. He laughed and said “Me or about twenty of those guys; it is your choice.” I was crying so hard that a puddle of tears was forming on the floor. I sobbed deeply and uttered “You”. I had just agreed to let this guy do my ass.

I had never had anal sex before. First because I thought it was disgusting and second because I heard that it was extremely painful. I guess I was about to find out just how painful. All women going into the military have a short course on sexual torture if captured by the enemy. We were to cite the rules of war that countries abide by; unfortunately this wasn’t actually a war. I heard a friend of mine say that it reduces the pain if you relax completely and take short shallow breaths, much like in childbirth. Hank grabbed my waist and pulled himself closer; I felt his penis jab my sphincter. I begged “Please find something to use as lubricant; it will be too hard dry.” Hank laughed and pulled me tighter. I knew he was going to do me dry; this was more than being sodomized this was torture. I felt the head of his dick starting to force me open; I braced tighter as I took short breaths. I couldn’t relax; I knew this was going to really hurt. He shoved farther forward; I could feel the head of him inside me now. I wanted to go forward but I was braced against the cabinet; he pressed harder. This was the most pain that I have ever felt; it was shooting through my entire body. He continued to press as I thought I would pass out. Maybe that would be best but I was afraid of what he would do. I gasped for air as I felt him continuing to sink in side me. At least he had rammed in; he was being slow and deliberate in his penetration. I felt his legs brushing against my thrust out hips. It will soon be all the way in and my pain should ease.

“About an inch to go.” He said. I thought an inch more; how damn big was this guy. It felt like he had already shoved a foot in me. Suddenly he lunched and I screamed. I think he has ripped me in half; a burning is racing all through my abdomen. He firmly grasps me and I am suddenly being jerked back and forth like a rag doll. My hair falls down around my head like a shroud; my breasts are swinging wildly beneath me. He grabs my breasts and is using them as leverage to pump harder and faster. My knees are ready to buckle beneath me; my legs ache from being stretched so wide. No amount of physical training could have prepared me for what I was experiencing. I felt him bucking into me hard and fast; the pain has eased as my ass has stretched to accommodate him. Suddenly I am jerked tighter to him like in a bear hug. I feel hot liquid filling my anal passage; he has ejaculated. My mind races; is this like an enema? Am I going to have an uncontrolled bowel movement from his sperm?

From the feeling I wouldn’t be able to control any bowel movement. I think I am stretched open; I wouldn’t be able to hold it in. What could I do if that happened? I tried to catch my breath as he continued to spew his fluid inside me. Finally he stopped and pulled out. Oh, what was going to happen? I felt relieved; I was sore but at least I didn’t feel an urge to use the bathroom. Hank didn’t waste any time. He slapped my ass and said “That was a great fucking ass; now lets see if that cunt of yours is as good. Lie down on the floor on your back and put your feet up on a cabinet on each side. I want them nice and high.”

I just slid down the cabinet to the floor and then rolled onto my back. I was looking up at his erect cock looming over my head. I thought how could he still be erect? I managed to lift my aching legs up onto the counters on each side of the galley. I had vaginal sex before; by no means was I a whore but at least it wasn’t going to be the first time. Hank knelt between my legs and immediately inserted his penis into my opening. His cum provided some lubrication as he shoved in. I moaned as he delved deeper. He didn’t work himself in and out; he just kept pushing until he was completely inserted. He finally began to pump in and out as his balls slapped my torn ass. His muscular arms gathered my legs up and shoved them close to my chest. I felt like I was being folded in half but at least he was supporting my aching legs.

He was pumping in and out in a steady rhythm. The cold floor pressed against my back sending chills up my spine. My long hair now a sprawled mess on the galley floor; as small gulps of air escaped my mouth as he shoved down pressing my knees tight. Hank suddenly said “Let’s hear it. I want it to be good.” At first I was puzzled by what he meant; then I realized. I was to have an orgasm right her on the floor. There wasn’t any romance involved; this was about pure raw sex. I seldom experience hard orgasm even during romantic sex. I knew that unless I wanted to become just raw meat I had better somehow fulfill his wish. I started taking rapid short shallow breaths. I would try and hyperventilate myself and couple with the natural response in my vagina maybe that would trigger an orgasm.

I needed to concentrate on my breathing while at the same time blanking my mind to let my body take control. I tried to imagine myself in a long distance run through beautiful countryside. Minutes went by as he continued his relentless assault. I felt something warm filling my vagina. I screamed and slapped the floor wildly as my body took control. I twisted my head wildly as I felt a gush of my fluids pouring around his spewing cock. I had somehow managed to produce an orgasm. He finally pulled out and stood up.

The cockpit door opened and the stewardess was helped out by the co-pilot. She could barely stand. I saw trace of semen tricking down her nylon clad legs as she leaned limply against the bulkhead. The co-pilot said “The captain says that she is all yours. Enjoy and give her a good workout.” He then closed and locked the door again. Hank nodded and the poor woman was immediately swept off her feet and passed down the rows over the seats. She would disappear onto the seat bottoms as muffled screams emerged. The men were in an all out frenzy. It was like large schools of shark when they go into a feed in frenzy.

Hank pulled me up and plopped me in a seat. I heard my friends screaming behind me. I raised up and glanced down the aisle to see my dear ship mates being pulled into the aisle and forced to their knees. Men were mounting them like wild dogs after a female bitch. I was completely helpless to stop it. I begged Hank “Please don’t let the men do this.” He slapped my face and told me “Shut up and kneel down unless you want to join them.” The screaming soon abated but the shouts of the men continued.

I knelt with my head in my hands sobbing hysterically. Hank sat down and pulled me in front of him. “Keep my dick nice and stiff. Use your mouth and it had better not deflate.” He ordered. I had to keep sucking on his penis the whole time, only occasionally daring to use my hands to jerk him to momentarily give my aching jaws a rest. Three times Hank pulled me into the gallery for more sex; once he ordered me to get on my hands and knees. He did my already sore ass while I was doggie style on the galley floor. The next time I was told to get doggie style again. He then proceeded to fuck me in my sore cunt. The last time that I was taken to the galley, he lay on his back on the floor and I had to straddle him and basically rape myself. I couldn’t believe that I was bouncing up and down on his cock sending it deep into me.

The stewardess was finally brought back to the front and dumped on the floor. Hank told me “Get up and spread her legs apart. I want to see if my men did a good job.” I couldn’t believe my ears; I was being told to display this helpless woman for inspection. I sobbed as I got up and bent over her prone body. I pulled her legs apart; I couldn’t bear to look. I knew how sore and red I was after my few attacks; she must be torn apart. Hand barked “Grab her feet and hold them up high and then spread her all the way open. I want to see both her holes.” I cried as I obliged as I tried to convince myself that after what she had suffered through; this humiliation wouldn’t matter. I guess Hank was satisfied as he soon returned to his seat and I was ordered to return to my slave duties.

Later in the Flight

Dionne had been raped and forced to suck on cocks the whole time Hank had been doing Sam. She was now being untied and drug to the back galley. Scores of guys soon surrounded her. She couldn’t count the number of men around her as she was forced to her knees. She was shoved roughly down on her elbows as a big guy knelt behind her. A belt was looped around her neck and pulled tight. She heard someone order “Stay down and take it or I will choke you to death right here.” What could he mean “take it”? She had already been raped countless times and her stomach was full of men’s spunk that she had been forced to swallow. A shock shot through her body as she felt a cock shoving against her tiny ass hole. She screamed “NO! Please don’t do that. I can’t; you will rip me open. Just rape me some more; please.” She couldn’t believe she was begging to be raped; but that was better than being sodomized. Dionne knew that once they started it would be and endless line of men. The rough man grasped her around her waist and jerked her back. He was shoving his cock into her ass. Dionne begged “Please use some lube.”

The man hesitated and then pulled out. She felt his cock rubbing along her nylon clad legs which were covered with dripping cum. He rubbed the head of his cock in her cunt opening and then returned to her ass. Dionne felt the slippery cum easing his penetration. It still hurt like hell but she didn’t have the terrible sensation of being ripped apart. He shoved deeper and all Dionne could do was claw the tile floor and bite her lip as she screamed inside. He just kept shoving deeper and deeper. Soon she felt his legs touching hers. Maybe he was all the way in? She soon found the answer as he lunged the last inch into her tight anal canal. Dionne screamed in pain as the man began jerking her wildly. She knew what it felt like to be a dog’s toy; whipped about. He slung her from side to side as his dick squirmed inside her; Dionne’s hair slapped her neck hard since it was soaked with men’s spunk and her own saliva.

Dionne felt several sudden and swift jerks and then a flood of hot liquid coating her bowels. Her head dropped as the pain at least was ending. The man pulled out only to have another one quickly ram inside her already abused ass. This guy was more brutal but her ass hadn’t shrunk back to its normal size so the pain wasn’t as bad. He jerked Dionne around more than the first one had. She felt her head jerked up and a cock shoved in her mouth. She knew what it felt like to be the meat in a sandwich; she was being crammed from both ends. Dionne had a cock shoving down her throat and one shoved up her ass.

When both men had dumped their loads in her; she found a guy lifting her to her feet. Maybe it was over? A guy lay on the floor and Dionne found herself being shoved straddle of the guy. As she lowered herself; he positioned his cock and it slid easily into her still gaping cunt. Dionne cried as she knew what was going to happen. She had seen it in a few porn movies. It was called DP or double penetration. One guy was going to rape her cunt while another guy was raping her ass. Only someone was probably also going to be shoving a dick down her throat. She knew that she had no option other than accepting whatever the men decided. She could see lines of men forming down the aisle. Maybe the flight would soon end; it had already seemed like it had went on for all day.

Katy and Claire were enduring the same ordeal in the middle of the aisle. They had been repeatedly raped in their seats before being drugged into the aisle. They were about eight feet apart facing each other as lines of men formed. They had both already been sodomized repeatedly as they knelt facing each other. Sam was being forced down the aisle past Katy. Sam was forced to her knees as Hank ordered “Prepare the men for your friends.” Sam found a cock shoved in her mouth and one in each hand. She knew that no matter how awful it was she had to comply. What made it worst was the fact that she was making sure the cocks were erect for raping her friends on either side of her. The line of men seemed endless as they waited impatiently for their turn at Katy or Claire.

Sam would glance at them as another cock was being shoved in her mouth. The carpet in the aisle was becoming saturated with cum as it seeped from the poor girls’ holes. Katy and Claire weren’t protesting any longer. They had been reduced to sexual toys for these men’s enjoyment. Both had talked of the possibility of this happening but either on a ship or as prisoners of war. Neither had ever envisioned on a vacation trip. They simply had to keep hoping that the flight would end. They new that the men would never be satisfied. Katy managed to look up to see Emma.

Emma had her breasts bound once again although not a tight as before. She also was still be raped and the men were also sodomizing her as cocks were shoved in her mouth. Some guys were taking joy in twisting her nipples to get her to perform better. Men were slapping her red breasts with their belts. Welts were starting to form from the whipping. She was bucking her hips as she tried to satisfy her line of men. Emma begged “Please don’t hit me; I will do what you want.” Then she would jerk her body harder to provide more satisfaction to the depraved men.

Rachel had been drugged to the front of the plane and two men were forcing her to clean the stewardess with her mouth and tongue. Rachel was forced to kneel and put her face into the cunt of the ravished stewardess. She was using her tongue to lick her clean. Every time Rachel hesitated she received a lash from a belt. Rachel was now being spun around and the stewardess was ordered to lick her clean. Both women were busy slurping the men’s spunk from each other. Rachel’s long hair dangled on the floor as she almost stood on her head to reach the stewardess’s ass. That raised her cunt up for easy access by the stewardess. The cum smeared Rachel’s face as she worked feverously to accomplish the task.

Rachel felt waves of emotion flushing through her body as well as shame. Somehow she was turned on by the licking the woman was providing. Shame from not having to endure the brutal rapes that the others were suffering. Shame also from performing like a lesbian would. She finally finished cleaning the poor stewardess who still lay helpless on the floor. Suddenly the pilot announced “We will be landing in about thirty five minutes. Rachel was jerked up by her hair and shoved down the aisle past Sam, Katy and Claire who were dumped like sacks in the floor.

She saw Dionne lying collapsed on the floor of the back galley. The man shoving her said “Clean her up.” Rachel dropped to her knees and began licking her friend’s private areas. Her cunt and ass were a bright red covered by layers of spunk. Rachel licked as Dionne moaned not from pain but pleasure. Rachel knew that her friend would die if she realized that she was responding to her licking. Rachel moved Dionne around so that she could clean both her holes. She had never seen so much spunk in all her life. She moved quickly to Dionne’s face and licked the cum from her chin and then began working on her breasts. Rachel was becoming aroused even more. Something about the soft skin of a friend really turned her on. How could Dionne ever be told of what she did; much less that she had gotten stimulated by it. Rachel felt the plane beginning to descend so she worked quickly to clean the few remaining drops of cum from her friend’s beautiful body.