(Please read art I before continuing)
Abbot Balfour was still studying the sheen of the sheer tan pantyhose encasing the well-formed thighs of the pretty stewardess when she reached for the intercom microphone. This caused her skirt to open wider and Abbot's cock flinched as he took in an eyeful of the young woman's pristine white nylon panties which she wore over her pantyhose.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for flying Southern States Airlines; we have made good time and will be landing forty-five minutes ahead of schedule in fifteen minutes. Please help us prepare the cabin for landing," she said over the cabin intercom.
The stewardess stood up and began placing items used during the flight in the overhead locker and Abbot, never one to miss a lecherous opportunity, slammed his laptop computer shut and wriggled his fat body out of his seat. The aisle of the small commuter place was narrow and Abbot moved his body behind the hostess under the pretext of returning his laptop to his briefcase, he reached up and pretended he was having difficulty finding his briefcase in the overhead locker. He was able to nestle his erect penis in the crease of the young stewardesses' buttocks and grind his crotch into her ass. She blushed and spun her head around.
"Sir if you sit back down I'll get your briefcase for you," she said, her anger thinly disguised.
Abbot wriggled himself against her ass and through the material of his suit pants and her uniform skirt; he felt his fat stubby cock slide over her panties. The hostess tried to extricate herself from the small space between Abbot and the row of seats but that just excited Abbot further as she struggled against him. The flight attendant had been groped and fondled by experts; and an evil grin crossed her face as she prepared to extricate herself from the situation.
Abbot was breathing in her perfume and enjoying the feeling of his cock dry humping the hostesses ass when he suddenly became aware that the young attendant was wriggling her ass and pushing back against him. He smiled as he realised that the young hussy was enjoying being groped and was responding accordingly. He nearly came as he felt the hostie slide a hand between their bodies and take his cock in her fingers through the material of his trousers. His smile turned to a silent scream, his face turned white and tears ran down his face as excruciating pain racked his body.
The stewardess had reached behind her and stroked Abbot's cock through his pants and then gently cupped his balls. Then she had wrenched them with all her might whilst at the same time driving one of her high-heels into Abbot's foot.
Abbot Balfour collapsed back into his seat, a silent scream of agony painted on his face as he tried to breathe through the pain.
"There, there, sir; let me fasten your seatbelt," the stewardess said sweetly.
She leaned over, purposely giving Abbot a good look at her breasts and a whiff of her perfume as she buckled his seatbelt and then wickedly over-tightened it under his large belly. She patted him on the shoulder affectionately.
"Ok sir, enjoy the landing. Thanks for flying Southern States," she sang.
The attendant deliberately let her skirt flick up her thigh as she turned in the aisle to see to the rest of her passengers.
Abbot sat silently in his seat until the pain subsided enough for him to think straight. 'Fucking women! Always flirting and teasing; then they complain when a man does what comes natural!' he though to himself. 'Those bitches in the bank were as bad; tight skirts, long legs, big tits, makeup perfume and high-heels! Always teasing him! And that witch Michele Bouvier was the worst of them; one day she was going to get what she had coming!' Abbot Balfour seethed.
By the time Abbot Balfour climbed into a taxi cab at the aircraft arrivals gate, the pain in his balls was reduced to a dull ache. He was horny again and in a hurry to get home so he could fire up the porn DVDs and pour over the stroke magazines he had secreted in his luggage. Abbot collected two forms of hardcore pornography. Both types involved women being abused; usually tied up in bondage, often with scenes of simulated brutality and rape. The women featured in his pornography were either very young or very mature. His cock began to harden as he fired up his cell phone and punched up the number for the bank.
He had decided that his three female staff would have to pay for the indignities he had suffered at the hands of the young hostie. Even though he was in a hurry to get home he would deliberately take his time in the vault concealing the money he had bought in illegally from KC and then find any excuse he could to delay the staff's departure. He would make them suffer before they could begin their, much looked forward to, weekend break. If he could, he would find a reason to get that little filly Nadine Munner up a ladder or on her knees so he could look up her skirt. The little bible-thumper was so naïve that she never realised it when he deliberately gave her job so he could look up her skirt or down her blouse! He sniggered to himself and hit the 'call' button on his cell phone.
Jeanette Hathcock had been lying uncomfortably on the floor listening to the robber's desultory conversation and the quiet sobs of her companions. She knew that Nadine Munner had been raped in the Manager's office and it really came as no surprise to her that the vicious criminals would prey on the pretty young virgin first; but the man she now knew as Steve had masturbated over her prone body and she was well aware that she was an attractive woman and had a good figure for her age. It wouldn't be long before her turn came.
Jeanette Hathcock hated her husband and had had just about enough of his drunkenness and abuse. A good Southern Belle; Jeanette had tried to save her marriage but she knew that it was now beyond saving.
She had heard Nadine's screams during the rape and she decided that she was not going to suffer the same fate. She owed nothing in the way of fidelity to her husband and the way she saw things, anything she could do to get out of this situation alive and with the minimum of pain and humiliation, then the better off she would be. Besides; she had got a decent look at the Steve guy when the robbers first broke in and he didn't look that bad and she did get a little tingle of excitement when he had fondled her ass earlier.
She made up her mind that if one of the men came for her she was going to submit to him provided that what he wanted her to do was not too revolting. She had submitted to some pretty kinky stuff with her worthless husband so why not? She would have to act belligerent when they came for her and make it sound like she was actually being raped. If either of the other women reported that she had willingly participated, her life in Litton would not be worth living. Especially if that scatterbrained, bible-thumping, homecoming-queen, suspected anything. The little bitch would tell the church elders and they would brand her a jezebel.
Not by a long shot were all of the residents of Litton members of the congregation of the Litton Baptist Church; but the town was small enough that gossip spread like wildfire; and it was still a town where a woman's respectability and virtue were held in higher esteem than her abilities or intelligence.
Jeanette could feel Steve's ejaculate cooling and drying on her legs and on her back where it had soaked through her blouse. Her nylon boy-leg panties were still bunched in the crease of her buttocks from where Steve had rubbed his cock on her ass when he cleaned himself on her. She had felt degraded when Steve had done it to her, but it was nothing compared to what her husband had forced her to do during his drunken benders.
She was too ashamed to tell her workmates or friends about the indignities she had suffered during her marriage. There were days when just walking was agony because her husband had abused her with a beer bottle or any other object he thought he could force inside her; usually when he had been unable to maintain an erection, which was often. One night he had made her dress in her old cheerleader uniform and fellate him for hours and he had still been unable to get wood. He had blamed her for his inability to perform; despite the fact that he had drunk a dozen beers and a fifth of bourbon, and her punishment was that she had to masturbate in front of him with a huge vibrating dildo that he had bought home. To her own shame and her husband's amusement she had actually invoked an unwanted orgasm.
When they came for her she was going to be compliant but pretend she was being forced; it was the only way to get through this ordeal she decided.
Meanwhile Michele Bouvier was seething; trussed up on the floor she had been forced to listen to her co-worker being raped while the other robber had performed a disgusting act of self gratification. As the Assistant Manger, Michele was well aware why the bank robbers were waiting for Abbot Balfour's return. She blamed him for their current predicament; these vile men were using the women for their sordid pleasures while they waited for the illicit mob funds to be delivered by Abbot.
