Her heart beat like thunder in her chest with the first few steps. A cat nearly caused her to scream, but she ended up laughing at herself and calming down. She took a few more steps and she was nearly a third of the way through the building. She heard music coming from one of the windows up ahead. It was soft, sensual, and mournful and seemed oddly perfect for the night. She didn’t know who was singing. It was a woman’s voice, deep and lush. It wasn’t Billie Holliday, but it was that style, and she liked it. It altered her walk from fearful to serene and she sent silent thanks to whomever played it, and whoever had thrown the rock that kept the window open so she could hear it. She listened to the lyrics.
Because the night is soft and sweet, I miss my baby.
As the hand closed over her mouth and pulled her through the doorway, she wondered why nothing was said, why there was no warning or comment or threat. In one moment she was walking next to a concrete pillar, and in the next she was dragged, her legs kicking outward to no avail as the hands pulled her. She struggled, and other hands appeared. She felt her dress ripping, felt it torn from her, and the cold that had already set her flesh to tingling now assaulted it powerfully. She struggled, but hopelessness was already setting in, and her struggling slowed.
Because the night is filled with heat, I want my baby back.
She was only dragged for a moment or two, seven or eight feet, she guessed. A harsh whisper near her ear said, “Don’t scream if you know what’s good for you.” She could feel the man’s breath against her ear and her neck as the words were said, and it brought a slight thrill through her, immediately filled with shameful mortification that she would find anything about the man or the situation appealing. The hand came off of her mouth, and she gasped. She started to scream, but she was pushed and the words were lost.
Because I’m lonely all alone, I miss my baby.
She ended up sprawled on the concrete floor of the building. She lifted her head and tried to scramble away, but a hand on her hair lifted her head and she was again warned. “One scream and you will be hurt. One scream and you will regret it.” She could feel herself shaking, and she gulped back the scream, but the man still held her hair. She opened her mouth to ask what they wanted, but she saw in the dim light the man’s penis in front of her face and the realization of their desires passed through her with a chill far colder than the night had been. It came closer until it was right in front of her mouth, and she made the mistake of talking again, which parted her lips and gave the man the opportunity to push in.
Because he won’t pick up the phone, I want my baby back.
She was almost detached, the music creating such a strange contradiction with what was happening, and as the man pushed deeper into her mouth, she didn’t resist. She didn’t really struggle until the other hands came back, groping and grabbing at her breasts, and her legs. Then, she struggled. She lifted up her hands to push the man in her mouth away, but the hands grabbed her arms, twisting them, and she was even less in control than before. The man grabbed the back of her head and thrust in hard, his cock pushing past her tongue and into her throat. She gagged and choked at the intrusion, but if the man noticed it, he showed no sign. He kept pushing, and she felt his hair at her nose, tickling it.
Because I just can’t live without and since he just won’t come about, I think I’ll never see my baby more.
She realized with the tickling at her nose that she wasn’t breathing, and the panic hit harder, but the man still ignored her, began pushing in and out furiously, in fact. The hands were more aggressive, too, and she felt them—God! How many were there?—pinching at her nipples, pinching her arms, pinching her thighs, and smacking her ass. Each cruel touch send sparks of pain through her as the man in her mouth moved mercilessly. She was certain at any minute she’d black out from a lack of air. She desperately needed breath, and instead the cock pounded into her abused throat, hurting her and bringing tears to her eyes until suddenly, without warning, she was pushed away, flung backwards to land on her back.
Because the air is thick with pain, I miss my baby.
Relief flooded her, and it was strange because she was naked and splayed out on the ground and hands were still hurting her with pinches, slaps, and gropes, but she could breathe. She felt her legs being spread and her pussy was suddenly full. She was astounded that the man went in so smoothly and realized she was ready for him, that despite her fear and her panic, her body was responding to the treatment she received. A particular hard squeeze on her breast sent a splinter of agony through her, but even that caused her to clench around the shaft inside of her. She felt weight on her shoulders, and her gulping, gasping breaths were cut off as whoever straddled her shoved into her mouth again and the whole battle for air began anew.
Because I need his kiss again, I want my baby back.
This man was even harsher than the first, but she thought it might have more to do with how her head was pinned to the floor than that he moved any faster. The way his cock pushed in was awkward, the angle off, and each thrust sent a jolt of pain as it hit the back of her mouth before sliding into her throat. She realized, again in an odd detached way, that the man in her mouth was thrusting as fast and as hard as the man between her legs, as though her need for air was irrelevant, not even and inconvenience. She was also amazed to find that as she timed their thrusts, she came to anticipate the hurting violence of the man in her throat as much as the strong insertions of the man in her pussy. Each seemed to draw her will and her desire to center it on her clit and deep within her folds.
Because I should have told him so, I miss my baby.
They moved so quickly, so hard and fast, and the back of her head hurt now against the concrete floor. She still felt hands at her breasts and realized with there was only one set. There were three men that had her. It was a strange relief given her treatment, but it flooded her nonetheless. The man pinched each nipple hard and twisted, and her body arched with the pain but surprisingly also spasmed with delight. She wished the cock was out of her mouth, but not to stop them, but to ask the man to pinch and twist her harder. The realization humiliated her, and she felt tears streaming from her eyes and over her temples with shame at the enjoyment. The hands slapped her breasts hard, and the stinging blow brought another arch and another wave of pain intermingled with joy.
Because my tantrums made him go, I want my baby back.
The man was out of her mouth now. She gasped, not understanding the reprieve, but they were repositioning her. That was it. The man in her pussy never left it, just lifted her up pulled her onto him as he lay on the floor. She felt dizzy as the blood suddenly drained from her head, but a vicious slap on her ass caused her to cry out and return to awareness. A slap to her face caused her to cry out again, and once again a cock silenced her. She was confused. Each slap was painful and hurtful, but each slap also sent waves of pleasure through her, centering again on her pussy and making the cock within feel larger, stronger, and more powerful.
Because I sleep along at night and know my man was always right, I think I’ll never see my baby more.
The man in her mouth fucked her furiously, tip to balls thrusting hard in her throat, and they slapped against her chin as she sputtered and gagged and tried to breathe or at least not to choke. The other held her hips and pushed up just as rapidly and forcefully and she realized with a shock that she would come and come soon, and the thought of it was humiliating and hateful, and she felt tears flow now even more freely and heard herself weeping softly against the assault in her mouth. The third man didn’t help because he continued to rain slaps on her ass cheeks that heater them, hurt them, and simultaneously pushed her closer. Her shame was greater than the panic, greater than the pain, and greater than the situation itself. It was great enough that she was grateful when she felt the tip of the third man’s dick against the tiny, virgin opening of her ass.
Because I miss my baby.
He thrust in hard, and her whole body erupted in pain. Everything stopped. Though she knew the cock in her mouth continued to torture her throat it stopped.
Because I miss my baby.
She knew the man beneath her continued to pound into her pussy with abandon but it stopped as well. Time stopped. There was nothing but the violation of her the little rosebud opening, the intensity of the pain that rocketed through her.
Because I miss my baby.
And then she was coming, and she screamed around the cock in her mouth, screamed at the frustration and the humiliation. Screamed because even the power and the unendurable agony of the malicious penetration of her tiniest hole had been changed by her traitorous body into pleasure, and her whole body reacted with it.
I miss my baby.
The man in her mouth said, “Jesus, the whore likes it!” and came suddenly. She felt her throat expand with his cock, and though he kept it so deep that the she couldn’t taste it, she could feel the spurts of his semen as they entered her throat, swallowing beyond question.
I...
The man beneath her groaned as well, and he thrust up hard, sending more spasms through her pussy, the pleasure overwhelming her as he emptied himself into her.
Miss…
She was weeping now, weeping fully, great sobs wracking her body even as her orgasm continued to overwhelm her with pleasure. Of course, the cock still thrust into her throat kept anything other than a low moan from escaping.
My…
The man in her ass thrust forward hard, and the thrust completed their use of her. She felt him emptying himself, and as her pain, shame, and the joy or her orgasm kept her body clenched, they each withdrew, the man beneath her pushing her off.
Baby.
She lay on the floor, the cold concrete against her head somehow comforting. She felt eyes on her and thought it strange because she watched the men leave. It was strange. Now that her mouth was free, she didn’t sob. She lay quietly, waiting for the betraying orgasm to subside.
“CUT!”
Lights flared through the set as she lay there. All around her was movement, and she was vaguely aware that things were being moved. She heard congratulations, instructions, and other comments and commands, and she lay and fought to get the sensations coursing through her under control. She felt a hand on her shoulder and flinched.
“Lynette? Are you okay?”
She blinked twice and sat up. It was Owen, the director. “Yeah. I’m fine, Owen. It just takes a minute to get out of character.”
She stood and stretched and then called out, “Hey, someone bring me a robe.”
“That was a great scene, Lynne. The NC-17 is going to hurt the box office, but I swear to God we have a Golden Globe locked down, even if we don’t get an Oscar.” His enthusiasm was so cute and so infectious that she hugged him.
“I wouldn’t have taken the role of Penny if I didn’t think so, Babe. You better start preparing your speech, then.” She smiled at the production assistant that handed her a robe. “You just make sure you edit that scene right, Honey, because there’s no way in hell I’m shooting it again.”
TURBULENCE
A Very Rough and Reluctant Stewardess Gangbang
an erotic short by Veronica Halstead
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press
Cover image by Lex Thorne
It was a long flight, seventeen hours over the Pacific from Los Angeles to Hong Kong, and I wasn’t looking forward to it. Ordinarily, I would have had a few days to recover from my trip to Europe, but the airline had just introduced this flight and the email the staffing manager sent said they wanted only the best flight attendants on the first one scheduled. How do you say no to that? I would have. After all, it was going to be my last flight before I started as a private attendant for a corporate jet scheduled to be delivered in two weeks. Still, I wanted to go out without burning any bridges. So, tired but thankful that eleven hours of the flight would be spent with the lights out allowing the passengers to sleep, I boarded the plane and took my position at the opening to the first class cabin. The entire nine seat cabin was filled with men from an internet startup company that had recently gone public. The man who entered last was obviously the boss. He was tall, with a square jaw and very dark eyes. He greeted me, but in the way that recently rich people greet mere mortals, and I did my best to keep myself from sneering. Instead, I smiled and told him I hoped he’d enjoy the flight. They all took their seats and demanded drinks. I tried to explain that they couldn’t have any drinks until after takeoff, but they just got belligerent. They threatened to call my boss and all such things. I finally told them I’d be happy to call an air marshal at the terminal. That shut them up, but their looks were evil.
It sucked that I had to sit in an attendant seat right with them in the cabin as we took off. I tried not to look at them as the plane left the ground and headed for cruising altitude. It was a very nice plane, a new Airbus, and I was amazed at the smoothness of the ascent. Unfortunately, it was over in ten minutes or so and then in five more, the captain turned off the seat belt light and I had to get up and get to work. I unbuckled my seat belt and stood and realized a number of the men had done the same. I told them I’d be getting their drink orders, but two of them walked up to me. One of them asked, “What is our altitude right now?”
I didn’t get a chance to answer because the captain came on, announced that we had reached our cruising altitude of thirty-five thousand feet, and wished everyone a happy flight. The man thought for a second and then said, “We’re seven miles up in the air.” The other man nodded and suddenly stepped forward and grabbed me. The first one said, “Well, that means we’re high enough up for the mile-high club, doesn’t it.” I started to struggle but he leaned forward and pushed his tongue into my mouth. There was nothing I could do. He thrust his tongue in roughly and held me tightly to him, and the other man held me firmly. When he pushed me back, I saw that most of the other men in the cabin were undressing. I was in shock, and though I could have run right then, I was too slow. The first naked man walked up to me as the two that had held me backed off to begin undressing.
What was amazing was how fast it had all happened. He pulled my shirt down and back so that it bunched up at my wrists, held me tight there while the others yanked my skirt off. I ended up on my knees as my panties were roughly pulled off. I tried to say no but before I could get it out there was a cock pushed at my face. I tried to push him away and I realized he’d done something with my shirt, tied my arms together with it in some way so that they were bound. And that’s how they took me for a while, one cock in my throat and then another and another and another. I was gagging, coughing, and sputtering and tears were running down my cheeks from the effort of keeping myself from gagging, but they didn’t slow down at all. It was one to the next, one to the next, just a few halting gasps of breath in between them.
Finally, they tired of my mouth, lifted me up and I was suddenly in front of the first man who had kissed me. He bent me over and instantly pushed into my pussy. It was astounding because he went in easily and I realized that, despite all of the discomfort and all of the panic, my pussy had gotten steadily and steadily wetter. And while I had struggled and resisted every forceful thrust into my throat, the cock in my pussy had the exact opposite effect for me. In fact, when someone lifted me by my hair to push into my mouth again, I opened willingly, almost excited to have the additional thrusts. The man in my pussy grabbed my hips hard and thrust over and over and over. It was one of the most incredible feelings I had ever had.
They passed me around like that as the plane made its way slowly toward Japan, one in my pussy and one in my mouth; and still, the man with the dark eyes had not undressed. Every thrust into my throat made me gag, every thrust into my pussy made me moan. It was the strangest combination of pleasure and pain that I had ever experienc
ed in my life. And it kept up while I moaned and gagged and cried. Then, I was lifted up again and suddenly, I was empty.
Two of the men held me suspended above the ground while I gasped and choked and tried hard to catch my breath and understand why I should feel so empty and want their cocks back. I hung my head down and from that position I saw that the man with the dark eyes was undressing. His cock was huge, incredibly huge. I felt them move me toward him and I suddenly wanted nothing more than to have that cock in my pussy. They positioned me on top of him but they didn’t aim for my pussy at all. Instead, I felt that enormous head up against the tiny puckered opening of my asshole. I had never done anal sex, never allowed it to happen. I immediately began to struggle but with four sets of hands on me and a very determined man underneath me, there was no hope at all. The moment his hands gripped my thighs, it was over. One hard thrust upward and the resistant hole gave, my ass was filled with cock, and my entire body was filled with pain.
I had never experienced agony like that before and I opened my mouth and screamed as loud as I could, but it only lasted about a half a second. Another cock forced its way past my screaming lips and into my throat just as the man beneath me began to move. Every thrust he pushed up into me sent further shocks of pain through my body. It was unbearable and incredible, but my hands were bunched up in my shirt behind my back and the cock in my mouth was fucking me s furiously as the man began to pound into my asshole. It was overwhelming.
Then, the man in my mouth grabbed me by my hair and pulled me forward until his balls mashed against my chin. I felt his cock expanding and I tried to pull away but there was nothing I could do. He exploded in my mouth. I felt my cheeks bulging. I started choking and gagging more as my mouth filled, but he held me in place. I heard him say, “Swallow it, bitch,” and determining it was the only way I’d get air, I did.
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