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Old 01-04-2020, 08:49 AM   #11
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The stewardess screamed. It was a long scream that dissolved in to raking sobs as she gave in to the inevitable. It was a scream of pain, anger, defeat and humiliation. The slave knew how the girl must be feeling, being forced to submit, being violated against her will. The man's shaft was rigid, engorged, and it was stretching the girl's cunt. It had been dry when she licked it, so the girl must be in pain. She would have been in greater pain if it hadn't been for the saliva that the slave had coated the man's cock and the entrance to the girl's cunt with. Gathering some more saliva, the slave spat on to the man's cock as it emerged from the cunt, easing the passage a bit more.

The girl had stopped struggling and was sobbing her heart out and babbling incoherently (probably in Swedish) as she was being raped. One of the words was repeating sounded like "more" with the R being rolled, and that puzzled the slave. Was she really begging for more? (It was only a couple of years later that the slave discovered that "Mor" in Swedish meant "mother." When she had learned that, she had cried.)

At that moment though, the slave had very little emotions. After the "training" that she had been put through in that cabin in the woods, her mind had learned to automatically shut off emotions and simply focus on survival. There was also another kind of conditioning her mind had gone through - abuse and humiliation brought on sexual arousal. Even though the abuse was not physically happening to her, watching the girl being brutally raped, with the man's cock plunging mercilessly stretching the tight pink hole while the girl cried, was making the slave's cunt wet.

The stewardess was almost the same height as her, so as the slave lay to top of the girl with her face at the girl's crotch, her own crotch was at the level of the girl's neck, with her thighs straddling the girl's face. The slave reached back and pulled up her dress. The thongs that she had been wearing when she had boarded the plane had been torn to shreds by the man last night, and her cunt, covered in purple bruises, was bare. The slave slid back a couple of inches, and her cunt came in to contact with something hard, probably the girl's chin. The slave started grinding her clit against the girl's chin, sighing as her bruised cunt rubbed against the girl's lips. With the fight gone out of her, the girl barely resisted. Looking up, she noticed the man smiling at her. She had done well.

After a few minutes, the man motioned for her to get off the girl. The man pulled her cock out of the crying girl, and the slave, following the man's cues, helped the man roll the girl on to her stomach. Without even being told, the slave pulled up the stewardess' crushed uniform skirt up to the waist, and pulled the girl's knees up under her belly. The girl barely resisted, her face streaked with tears and running mascara, the false eyelashes detached and hanging askew, her lipstick smeared across her face and chin. The slave took the man's cock in her mouth, and cleaned it of the whitish streaks of saliva mixed with pre-cum and secretions from the girl's cunt. The initial smell of the cunt had been replaced with something musky, that reminded her of when she sucked cocks that had been in cumrag's cunt. The thought aroused her even more. She did her best to coat the cock in a fresh layer of slippery saliva. She knew what was to come... the girl apparently didn't realize it yet.

When the man pulled his cock from her mouth, the slave straddled the girl's prone body and pulled the girl's buttocks apart. Although her cunt was reddened and gaping, the girl's anus was tightly closed. The slave managed to give the anus a quick lick, laying on a coating of saliva, before the man pushed her head away. He clearly didn't want to make it easier for the girl - his behavior last night showed that he enjoyed inflicting pain and making women go through pain to satisfy him.

The quick lick on the anus stirred the girl, and when she felt the man's cock pressing against her anus, her impending fate finally dawned on her. "No, no, no, not in my ass... please, no. I haven't... no, please, it'll hurt," she pleaded between sobs. That last thing was probably the wrong thing to say. "No! Please! Stop! I'll do anything..." she yelled, as she felt the man's cock trying to force its way in.

The slave held the girl's buttocks stretched out, while the man gripped his cock and guided it firmly at the stewardess' virgin hole. The girl's pleading grew louder and more intense, as her sphincter slowly yielded to the rigid cock. She screamed as one savage thrust buried the mushroom shaped head of the cock completely inside her anus. The man thrust in mercilessly, pushing in his entire shaft without even a slight pause to let the poor girl's anus adjust to the intrusion. The girl was crying in pain as the man's onslaught increased in force and speed, pulling out almost the entire girth before slamming it in, filling the air with the unmistakable earthy smell of an ass fuck. The man started slapping the girl's buttocks with his hands with each stroke, alternating the buttocks for each slap, turning the pale Nordic skin in to a bright peach shade.

It seemed like an eternity before the man grunted and buried his cock deep inside the girl, grabbing her hips and pulling her on to him to receive his sperm deep inside her. Even after what she had suffered so far, the girl had one final cry of pain to mark this final indignity. The man withdrew his cock from the girl's anus, eliciting another sharp cry of pain as it exited, coated in streamers of slime, foamy white, tinged with yellow and pink in places. He grabbed the slave's head and pulled it towards him. The slave opened her mouth and took him in, trying not to gag or retch from the dank, earthy smell, the feel of that wretched slime on her tongue, and the taste of the girl's ass tinged with the coppery taste of blood. She bathed the cock with her saliva, letting it drool out from the corners of her mouth, trying not to swallow.

Satisfied, the man pulled his shrinking cock from the slave's mouth, and walked in to the bathroom. The stewardess lay in the same position, crying. The slave moved off the stewardess' body, picked up the napkin the girl had dropped earlier, and gently dabbed at the girl's gaping anus, leaking semen and blood. Finally, she spat in to the napkin to get rid of the foul taste in her mouth, and threw the napkin on to the trolley. She noticed that the bodyguard had opened the door and gone back in to the cabin.

"Are you okay?" the slave asked the girl, knowing how stupid it sounded. The stewardess had been raped and sodomized, and those words would be as helpful as a cigarette offered to a Hindenburg survivor at Lakehurst. "Get! Away! From me!" spat the stewardess venomously. The anger seemed to focus her, and she slid off the bed on to her feet, wincing in pain. She smoothed down her pale blue uniform skirt, adjusted her bra, and covered the tatters of her white blouse with the uniform jacket. The man they had called "the doctor" entered the room, probably prompted by the bodyguard. He looked at the stewardess, then pointed to the trolley and ordered, "come with me."

The stewardess meekly complied, seemingly relieved at having something to do after the horror that had just happened. As she pushed the trolley out of the door, her legs wide as she walked, the doctor steadied her. The slave wondered whether she should help, but decided these men would "have a protocol" for handling situations like this, which she suspected happened pretty frequently.

Several hours later, the plane landed. As she disembarked the aircraft, the slave saw the stewardess standing at the door, her clothes rumpled, but her face cleaned up, without make up. The stewardess glared at her with undisguised hate, and spat on her as she passed.

The slave didn't expect the girl to understand what she had done. The stewardess simply didn't understand that she was a disposable toy in a world where men could easily pay out a million euros to buy a sex slave, kidnapped from her previously sheltered life, and have her smuggled out of two countries without even a passport. If she hadn't intervened, the stewardess might have been seriously injured or even been killed. And in that event, there would have been a nice cover story created to conceal it - "Swedish stewardess dies in freak swimming accident on a tropical beach" would probably be how it would be reported. If the slave had tried to stop the man, with the bodyguard just a step behind her, they both might have ended up dead - and the death of the slave wouldn't have needed a cover story... Just an unmarked grave or a kilo of thermite would do the job.

The slave didn't expect the stewardess to understand, but she had saved the girl's life. She hoped the girl won't do anything stupid.

It was almost an year later when the slave saw the stewardess again, but the girl didn't even recognize her.
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