Chapter 11
Ann forester did not suspect anything out of the ordinary when she drove out to the hangar a week later. Burt had told her over the phone there was another job lined up, and to come as soon as possible.
After the session in Arizona with Mark and Sarah's movie company, it had been as if Burt was now.
Ann drove across a strip of runway to the Southwest Charters hangar. The name of the company had been Forester Aviation, otherwise known as Forester's Flying Circus, before Roger had taken on Burt as a partner. The big burly man had insisted on the name change, and Roger had gone along.
She pulled her Datsun into a space and got out. It was late afternoon and the shadows were long. She took off her sunglasses and put them-in her purse. Then she went inside with a soft swishing of her short cotton skirt.
Bob Varman was sitting behind a desk in the office. He looked up and saw her, then whistled.
Rough hands grabbed her from behind. Her arms were jerked together behind her back and she felt the handcuffs click around her wrists. She turned to see Burt and Jack standing behind her. Their smiles were mocking.
"What-what's going on?" she demanded in a shaky voice. "You don't have to do this."
"Just a precaution," Bob told her, getting up from his chair.
"I've done what you told me to. I-I didn't have a choice."
"Yes, well, you see, things have changed." He looked at his partners. "You're no longer our property."
Hope swelled Ann's heart. "You mean you're letting me go?"
Bob shook his head regretfully. He took off his glasses and wiped them with a handkerchief. "I didn't say that."
"What he means is," Jack Western said from behind her shoulder, "you've been sold." He laughed coarsely. "Up the river, at that!"
Ann gawked at him, opened her mouth to scream. As she did so Burt stuffed a rolled up rag into her mouth. A few wraps of black electrician's tape completed the simple but effective gag.
"Jack, go see if the Beechcraft is ready to go. Who's the mechanic this afternoon?"
The stocky pilot made a face. "The kid. Hot stuff, her nephew."
"Oh, my God!" Bob said. "How the hell did you let that happen?"
Western shrugged. "He's as good a mechanic as we've got," he said defensively. "Shit, he don't know nothin' about this."
"Make sure he doesn't find out, for God's sake. Go see how he's doing. You come along."
They strode from the office. Jack went out into the fading sunlight to see to the airplane. Bob and Burt led the handcuffed, panicky woman to a storage shed butted up against the corrugated iron flank of the hangar. Burt rudely shoved Ann inside.
Ann went down on her knees as the two men stepped into the shed. "I suppose we owe you an explanation," Bob told her. Burt lit one of his cigarettes. "Also, I like the idea of watching your face when I tell you what you're in for."
The woman stared at him with horror shriveling her soul.
"You remember, I trust, the motion picture in which you played a rather major role recently?" She nodded. "Well, it seems that you have a natural talent for that kind of thing. You see there is a demand today for a more, er, esoteric brand of pornographic movie than is usually produced. The difficulty with making them is that actors or actresses will not willingly perform the featured parts. That's because they're not acting, they're doing the real thing. That's what you were hired for last week."
Bob paused to let his words sink in. He felt his skinny cock hardening as he watched his meaning hit the lovely prisoner. "Mark and Sarah were so impressed with your performance that they wanted you back," Bob continued. "They have in mind a very special role. Sarah has traveled widely, and in her travels acquired a remarkable collection of authentic medieval torture devices. She and her husband are convinced there would be a market, a small and select, but very affluent market, for a film in which those implements were employed, for real, on a living, human, female subject."
Ann's lips parted. "No-no-no," she gasped.
"Yes, you do see," Bob nodded. "Such a performance could not be repeated and the performer would never be of use again, since she would not, of course, survive. We were reluctant to let them use you, because you have such potential as one of our special aerial call girls But they offered a very strong inducement."
"Perhaps you will be heartened to know that the value placed on your body and your life was sixty-five thousand dollars cash," Bob said as an afterthought.
Burt dropped his cigarette on the floor. He crushed it out under the heel of his loafer. "We've gotta move," he said.
Bob Varman sighed. "Well. We have to leave you." Burt stooped beside her, unfolding a pocket knife. With a few deft motions he had cut her clothes off her cringing white body. Bob gazed down at the nude woman as Burt taped her ankles. His cock was raging with lust. "Time presses," he said sadly. "Since there is some distrust implicit in a deal of this magnitude, we must conclude the deal in person, and all three of us must be present. We'll return in the morning and you will be delivered by tomorrow night. In the meantime. I doubt you'll get into mischief-naked, bound, gagged, and locked in a little-used shed. Farewell, my lovely."
Bob turned and left. Burt leaned over and cupped Ann's pale face in a huge paw. "So long, baby," he said and kissed her on the lips. "You've made us all very happy and very rich."
The shed door shut behind him. Ann heard the padlock being fastened. Steps receded along asphalt.
Ann didn't try to cry. It wasn't the gag. There was nothing to say. She was drained, defeated, emptied of strength.
In silence she lay with her thoughts. Her mind formed ugly images: the rack, the thumbscrews, the hot iron. The fiendish inhumanities of a past age, wielded to perfection by the icy inhuman beauty with the midnight black hair. Ann had no doubt it would be Sarah who would torture her. She had seen it in her eyes.
Sarah would treat her like a lover, skilled, intimate. Ann's screams and pleas would stab into her body like a rock hard cock, and Sarah would cry out in ecstasy as her pussy writhed around orgasm after orgasm.
And Ann Forester would die in awful agony.
Time passed. Ann's mind had no way of measuring it. She drifted in blankness.
Noise stirred the woman from limbo. Someone was at the shed door, undoing the padlock. She stared at it in panic. Had they come for her already?
The door opened. Outside was shadow. A figure stood there in bulky mechanic's coveralls. It stepped inside.
It was Hal.
The tall form of her nephew bent over her. Strong hands picked her up as though she were a toy. She tried to talk to him, but the gag muffled her words.
The boy carried his bound aunt from the shed. They were in the long shadow of the looming hangar. He laid her down on her side on the asphalt.
Ann stared up at him uncomprehending. A dreadful thought hit her-had they gotten to him? Had he been sent to fetch her, as an added bit of sadism?
Then wide green eyes got wider. Hal was undoing the fly of his greasy jump suit!
The youth's big cock was at its fullest size and hardness. Ann could practically feel its heat. Hal bent over and grabbed his aunt by the hips, pulling her ass up in the air.
Ann felt hardness prod her butt, then the steely tip of Hal's cock slipped into her cunt. This isn't real, she thought as the prick penetrated her. But the throbbing meaty hardness filling her cunt was real enough!
Instantly Ann's pussy was awash with lust juices. What was going on she had no idea. One thing was clear-Hal was fucking her.
Another thing was clear-she was going to enjoy it. It could be the last time!
With long, feverish strokes, Hal fucked his cock in and out of her. Ann didn't feel any hot surge of passion. Instead she let her body relax, taste each lingering thrust of cock, savoring the delicious stretching of her pussy with gourmet appreciation. What a fucker Hal was! What a stud!
Gradually, the heat built in Ann's cunt. Hal's big prick stoked into her with constant friction. Slowly but surely Ann's passion grew to blast-furnace intensity.
Cunt-sauce trickled down her thighs as she rolled her butt around the giant invading prick. "Mmmmmm m m mmmmmmmmh!" she moaned delightedly around the mouthful of rag.
Even the cold touch of the handcuffs pressed between her tits, the tape wrapped around her legs, added to Ann's pleasure. With horror in the future, getting fucked in the afternoon sunlight was somehow sweeter.
A beehive buzz caught dimly at the fringes of her consciousness. Ann finally lifted her face to look out at the runway as the buzzing got nearer. A blue and white twin-engine Beechcraft was taxiing down the runway for a takeoff.
Hal broke his silence. "There they go," he grunted. His passion made him choke off each word as he spoke. Ann felt his cock miraculously swelling inside her to even greater dimensions. "Burt and Bob and-uhhh! Jack. You.. . might.. . want.. . to watch!" His self-control dissolved. Hal began to fuck his aunt savagely, pounding and driving with the energy of an approaching orgasm.
Through the mists of her own approaching climax, Ann watched the light plane with Southwest Charters painted on the side taxi by. It was building speed.
The engine drone got louder as the plane lifted off. It soared skywards, climbing towards an orange sunset.
Then the nose of the plane dipped. The wings wobbled once before the aircraft hit the ground and exploded into flames.
As yellow and orange fire billowed up into the pink and orange sky, Ann's mind exploded in the wildest orgasm she had ever experienced. Behind her Hal was almost sobbing with lust as he came off in her convulsing cunt.
As tidal waves of ecstasy smashed the length of her body the words pounded in Ann's brain: I'm free . . . I'm free I'm free!
When the last of Hal's gushing jizz had splashed down the slimy tube of her cunt and the firestorm of orgasm had faded into afterglow, Hal leaned forward along his aunt's sweat-slick body. His cock throbbed within her, its stiffness not easing a bit as he cut through the tape and peeled it off. Some hair came with it, but Ann didn't care as she spit out the gag.
"How did you do it? How did you know?" she asked.
Hal straightened up again. He kept fucking his cock in and out of his aunt's wet pussy.
"I overheard them," he panted. "I've been spying on them since the last time they took you. They've been negotiating all week. You don't know how hard it was not to warn you. But I didn't want to blow it. I wanted to get them all!" There was venom in his voice.
"Thank you," Ann moaned, pushing back with her hips to take in more of that beautiful cock.
"Oh God, thank you. But-but the photographs-what about them?"
"In a safe in the office. I don't know the combination. They changed it after Uncle Roger died. But they won't be any trouble to keep secret."
"You mean that's it? I don't believe it!" Ann shook her head. Tears ran from her eyes.
All of the humiliation, frustration, horror of the past few weeks welled from Ann as her sobs grew louder. Her whole body shook. Hal kept fucking her. He knew Ann was drawing strength from the steady rhythm of his cock. And her sobbing made the muscles of her pussy grasp his prick in a thousand new and delightful ways.
Sirens filled the air. An ambulance screamed by on the runway not thirty yards away. Its crew never even suspected they'd been within a hundred feet of a beautiful naked woman being fucked in plain sight.
Orgasm took control of Ann's body. All her muscles contracted at once as she thrashed and jerked to her climax. Hal rode her as long as he could. But soon he could hold back no longer and a wad of jizz surged the length of his cock. It blasted from the inflamed head of his prick and filled her pussy with searing hot wetness.
The world swam. Ann floated away on a sea of pleasure as Hal stuffed her cunt full of cock, cum, and delight. She came and came as if it would never end.
Too soon it did. Hal knelt behind her, supporting himself on her upturned butt, breathing raggedly from his exertions. His cock began to shrivel inside Ann's cunt channel.
As the sweet tides of climax ebbed, Ann's eyes went again to the black pillar of smoke at the end of the runway. It marked her freedom from her tormentors.
Now that she was used to it, Ann mused, the life of a call girl might not be so bad. Just on the side, of course. And she'd pick and choose her clients very carefully-no more Sarahs.
It was only a thought. But it would definitely pay better than teaching! It could help get her back on her feet.
Fucking into his aunt's lustful twat had smeared Hal's cock all over with her oily fragrant lubricants. Her asshole relaxed, opened eagerly to take the prick in as he steered it to Ann's ass with one hand. He put his hands on her snowy asscheeks. Muscles stood out on his arms as he fucked his massive prick into her anus.
The pain and pleasure coursing through her made Ann sigh. It was almost too much to take. Her beloved nephew was screwing her butt with that youthful vigor of his-and she was free!
When his cock was in Ann's butt to the hilt, Hal pulled it out and repeated the process. As always, the hot, tight, dry channel was impossibly snug, threatening to crush his cock in its viselike grip. He picked up the tempo of his butt-fucking. In spite of the tumultuous come he'd just had he was on the verge of blowing off another wad of jizz!
Ann was already almost there, too. Freedom and lucking. Hal was so strong. His cock forced her milky globes of ass apart till it seemed they'd split wide open. And it felt so good!
Ann squeezed her ass on Hal's cock. Hal gasped in surprise. It felt better than anything else he'd ever experienced.
Passion grew in Hal's balls as Ann's crying spent itself, finally she stopped weeping. "Your cock is so sweet in my ass." she said in a clear voice. "But the accident-did you
-"
"I arranged it I fiddled with the ailerons. They'd give enough lift to get them a hundred feet or so in the air. Then bingo! They'd give out, and down the plane would go-woof!" The exclamation was forced out as Ann sucked in her belly and squeezed her ass around Hal's prick.
"That's right," Ann murmured. "Just keep fucking me. But will they catch you?"
"Not a ummmm! God, you're tight! No chance. Mechanical failure. Not even negligence. Simple."
"Oh. Hal!" Ann said. "You're wonderful. Your cock is too! Put it to me!"
Thrusting mightily with his hips, her nephew obeyed. "No! Wait!" she called out as the big prick pounded into her oozing asshole.
"Why?" Hal asked in disappointment. His cock was buried to the hilt. He could see it disappear in the quagmire of her ass.
"I want you up my cunt! That's better! Fuck me up the cunt with your big sweet cock!"
"Right on!" said Hal, pulling his cock out so quick Ann had to gasp at the hot friction on her engorged clit.
At least now Ann had a choice. She could decide what to do with her body. No more living at the brutal and greedy whims of men like Burt and Bob and Jack. She was her own woman again.
She had a future again. And she had Hal. She gave his diminishing cock a squeeze with the muscles of her butt.
She had a lot of fucking to look forward to!