Chapter 4

"I guess I'm a bit nervous," admitted Lynn as they settled into their seats on the chartered jetliner, "I've never flown before. I guess I've lived a pretty sheltered life."

Denise took Lynn's hand.

"All that is behind you now. Just enjoy it. Flying is wonderful. I chartered this jet for two reasons. First, was to get us to our new home as quickly as possible. Airline schedules are so frustrating and they're never on time, but I also wanted to invite a few friends to the island for the wedding. I hope you don't mind."

"A few?" laughed Lynn. The plane had a capacity of over eighty and every seat was taken. I don't think I've ever even met this many people, let alone be able to call them friends."

"Darling, all that is about to change. Your life is going to become exciting... and filled with love," smiled Denise, "but if this many people make you nervous..."

"No, no, please. If they're your friends, then I want to meet them, I want them at our wedding."

The engines wound up and the plane began to taxi. An attractive redheaded flight attendant welcomed them and ran through emergency procedures. Lynn gripped Denise's hand tightly as the pilot received clearance, the engines were run to full power and the plane began its takeoff roll.

"I'm right here Lynn," Denise whispered, reaching across to kiss the Black woman lightly and reassuringly on the lips.

"Denise, I'm such a coward, " Lynn whispered in return as she saw the runway rolling past in a blur. She gasped slightly as the plane lifted off and began climbing out.

"From this moment on, your only fear will be that you have on too many clothes when I walk in the door," smiled Lynn's mistress.

Lynn smiled in return and visibly relaxed as the plane reached cruising altitude. The pilot came on the intercom giving their altitude and speed and their flying time as two and one half hours.

Denise introduced Lynn to a few of the people seated close to them. They all seemed so blase about flying off to a Caribbean island that Lynn felt her inadequacies beginning to surface, but her lover continued to hold her hand and whisper reassurances and the people were very warm and friendly, so Lynn, determined not to disappoint her fiancee, warmed to the introductions and after a while, began to actually enjoy herself.

They were served drinks by the curvaceous flight attendant whose green eyes caught those of Lynn more than once.

"She likes what she sees," whispered Denise, noticing the exchange of looks, "do you?"

"I..." Lynn was embarrassed, felt awkward that she was being ogled by another woman in front of her fiancee.

"It's all right," smiled Denise, " you don't need to feel uncomfortable. From now on, there will be lots of women and men who will want in your pants. I'm not jealous, Lynn, but I do demand that you be honest with me. If you want in her pants as well, all you need do is admit it to yourself and ask my permission. Most of the time I will give you permission to take all the pleasure you want. I want you happy."

"You're who I want to go to bed with." asserted Lynn.

"Of course, but pleasure is to be found in many places and with many people. Many people will sample that gorgeous body of yours... and mine when I desire, but our love is what will bring us back to each other time after time."

"Forever?" asked Lynn.

"Forever, darling," replied the blonde mistress who started to again lean over and kiss her lover when a puzzled look swept over her.

"What is it?" asked Lynn.

"Oh, it's just... you see that fellow walking toward the front of the plane?"

"What about him?"

"I don't know him or the three men in the last row of seats."

"But I thought you said these were all your friends."

"They are, or at least everyone else is."

"Stowaways?" asked Lynn facetiously.

Denise smiled. "Probably friends of some friends. Oh well, the more the merrier."

They watched as the man knocked on the cockpit door. The door opened and Lynn and Denise saw the sudden glint of gun metal as the man forced his way into the cockpit.

"My God, Denise, did you see th... ?"

Denise turned quickly to see the three other men walk swiftly to take up positions throughout the passenger compartment. The two women looked at each other in disbelief as guns appeared in the hands of the men and the flight attendant who had earlier flirted with Lynn. There were some shrieks from some of the women on board. The man standing at the front of the aircraft spoke in a calm, but powerful voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my friends and I have taken control of this airplane. Do as we say and none of you will be harmed, but rest assured we will not hesitate to kill you if you resist. Our intent is to demand a great deal of money for your safe arrival. As soon as the money has been arranged, we will proceed to your original destination, claim our prize and be on our way. I repeat, remain in your seats, do as you are told and no one will be harmed."

Three women began crying but were silenced by one of the gunmen as he stood over them brandishing his weapon.

"My God Denise," breathed Lynn, "what do we do?"

"Do as we're told, at least for the moment." whispered her companion.

In a few moments the cockpit door opened and the first man stepped out, briefly whispered in the ear of the man at the front of the plane and then disappeared into the cockpit again.

"It seems the authorities do not believe we are serious," said the man, looking over the frightened passengers. "So I am afraid it will be necessary to prove to them how serious we are. Unfortunately I am going to have to kill one of you to prove our resolve."

Denise jumped to her feet.

"You can't!"

"Not only can, I am going to, so who is it going to be, any volunteers?" he asked mockingly.

"These people are my guests. I am responsible for their being here. Please don't hurt them."

"All right then," he said, grabbing Denise by the hair and yanking her onto her knees in the aisle, placing the gun to her temple and pulling back the hammer, "you'll do just fine."

"No, please don't... take me instead," screamed Lynn jumping up from her seat.

The gunman smiled as he eyed the ebony beauty.

"And just why should I?"

Lynn's mind whirled desperately. She played the only card she had.

"Because I'll make it worth your while," she said, adopting a provocative pose, even though her heart was racing in fear.

"You'll fuck me... us?" asked the gunman.

"I'll give you the best you've ever had," said Lynn, her hands coming up to cup her breasts, the nipples showing clearly through the material of her blouse since she wore no bra.

"Unfortunately, my dear, no matter how good you are, I will still be forced to kill you to prove to those fools on the ground that our threats are not idle."

"I know," Lynn uttered quietly.

"You'll screw us and then take a bullet willingly?"

"If you let her go," said Lynn, nodding toward Denise.

"Suppose we just kill her and then screw you anyway?"

"You can do that, but if you do, I will fight you with every breath in my body. You may take it but I will make sure you don't enjoy it. Let her go and you'll get the fuck of your life."

"Lynn, no..." started Denise.

"It's all right, Denise."

"No, IT"S NOT ALL RIGHT! Sit down Lynn, let them take me. DO AS I SAY!"

"No Denise. I'm sorry, I guess I'm not a very good slave after all, but I can't let them take you."

Lynn turned to the gunman. "What do you say? Do we have a deal?"

"Want to break her in?" he asked the flight attendant.

"Yes," mused the sexy redhead, "I think I''m going to enjoy this."

The rest of the passengers, including Denise, were herded toward the rear of the aircraft. The redhead held the gun to Lynn's head and brought her into the aisle. Lynn noticed the name tag "Yvette" on the woman's blouse.

"Strip, bitch!" she sneered.

Lynn's eye caught Denise's and she mouthed silently the words "I love you" as her hands began unbuttoning the blouse. Her breasts fell free as the blouse was discarded. The redhead's eyes lit up as did those of the other hijackers. Lynn unstrapped her high heels and stepped out of them as seductively as she could. She placed a leg on one of the armrests and slowly rolled down the stocking which she let fall to the floor. Repeating the procedure with the other leg, she reached the zipper on her skirt. Pausing only momentarily to muster her courage, Lynn opened the skirt and let it fall to the floor. She, of course, was wearing nothing underneath since both her bra and panties were in Denise's purse. She stood naked and helpless before the leering hijackers and the stunned passengers.

"Ready?" demanded the redhead as she backed Lynn against the forward bulkhead ramming the barrel of the gun into Lynn's nest.

"... Yes..." responded the terrified captive.

"Then down on your knees and eat me, bitch!"

Lynn slid onto her knees, the gun now at her head as she raised her captor's skirt. She looked up into the triumphant eyes of the smirking redhead. Lynn's trembling hands lowered the panties down and off, revealing a neatly trimmed bush of orange and labial lips already dripping in anticipation.

"It had better be good!" snarled Yvette as she spread her legs.

Lynn had, by this time, had sex with both men and women on many occasions, but even though she had often assumed the role of slave, she had always known she was in no real danger. Now the life of her lover/mistress was at stake. She felt the presence of the gun at her temple, even though her attention was riveted on the woman's sex. The fear cut through her, immobilizing her momentarily. She looked to the passengers, frighteningly mesmerized by her naked body and what she was about to do. She wondered for an agonizing moment if she could do this in the face of real total humiliation and even death, but the hesitation was fleeting for she knew Denise's life depended on her. Her hands went to the woman's hips and grasped firmly, pulling her closer as Lynn's lips met her captor's nest. Her tongue snaked into the woman, eliciting a slight gasp from the redhead as Lynn's tongue found and then began flitting over her clitoris.