The plane bounces frighteningly with the sudden turbulence. I feel my stomach lurch uncomfortably with the sensation. I shut my eyes to block out the terrifying shaking. Without cause, a repressed memory hits me. We were bouncing in a fake ambulance, rocketing over speed bumps after passing through the elementary school road in my neighborhood. I had been making a late run to the local 7-11 due to a PMS induced craving for chocolate chip cookies. The ambulance had its lights on, but no siren, yet I was surprised they had stopped so far from a hospital. The back doors opened and rough hands grabbed me and pulled me inside the back, which was not equipped as an ambulance should be. Guns and high powered weapons were stored in the back, along with stacks of briefcases. Later I would find out they were filled with bonds. And money, lots and lots of money. The robbers/terrorists, Theo, Karl, and their leader, Hans, were my kidnappers. There were more of them originally, I found out from the news, but they were killed.
A grating voice next to me brings me back into the present, which is just as bad, if not worse, as the past. At least with the past I know how it ends.
"Wow, that was a bad spot, no?" Karl asks. I nod, opening my eyes. He is about thirty/ thirty five and has been shamelessly hitting on me every time Hans is not around, despite my spurns. Only six hours left. Typically, people would be longing to be free of this type of person, but I am fretting over when we land.
"So you don't like turbulence eh? Don't get on top of me in bed" he flirts.
"Wasn't considering it anyway," I mutter, thankfully cutoff by the drink cart.
"What it'll be for you?" she asks him first.
"Brandy, on the rocks," he winks at me. Inwardly I groan. She hands it to him with a napkin and then asks me. I request water with ice.
"Want some?" he asks me, indicating his alcoholic beverage once the drink cart passed our row.
"Sir, are you aware that you are offering alcohol to a minor, which is illegal, if you are not aware, and just one more thing you could be charged for?" I ask lowering my voice at the end. He has threatened to hijack the plane if I try anything funny. He shrugs.
"Yeah, I know that, but do you want some?" he replies in a lowered tone, leaning in toward my face. I nearly puke, and not from the turbulence.
"No, I prefer not to engage in illegal activities," I forcefully tell him. He sighs and leans away.
He sips his drink while I begin to fill out a Sudoku puzzle in one of those in-flight magazines. In the corner of my eye, I can see that he is still leering at me.
"I'm gonna go take a piss," he states putting his drink down on the tray table. "Wanna come with me? We could play midget boxing." He pauses, waiting for me to ask what that is, but I give him no response. "That's where you get down on your knees and give me a few blows," he grins and waits for my response.
"I'll take a pass."
"Next time then," he states cockily and he leaves. Thank god I took the window seat. And thankfully Hans had the decency to book us in first class, at least I don't have to deal with us being crampingly close. Once he is out of ear shot I wave a flight attendant over.
"Hi, could I please switch seats?" I ask, the pleading creeping into my voice.
"No, I'm sorry but we have a full booked plane and we're unable to switch seats once we're airborne. My apologies." And she walks off. I know that Hans is going to be waiting for me at the airport, and I have been forbidden to tell anyone what has happened, or else they say they will kill everyone here and that the pilot is part of their group. If the hushed conversation they exchanged earlier is any proof, he is, as he knows all about the money. Theo is sitting only one row forward across the aisle. I glance at him and he is grinning back at me, obviously laughing at my predicament with this disgusting man.
They managed to get me this far because for a month they were smuggling the bonds out of the U.S. and waited, living in the van and bouncing around from motels, making it out to the east coast.
"You know, I was gonna try and masturbate in there, but I realized that I need a name to go with your face," he wags his eyebrows at me.
"If you recall, when you all first kidnapped me and lied saying you were going to make a ransom demand, Hans asked my name. I don't blame you for forgetting, it's clear you have a low intelligence. It's Nicole Wilkins by the way."
"Well, Nicole," he sneers, "thank you for the reminder. And I would appreciate if you kept your voice down, and I know all these innocent passengers would too. Oh and sorry I didn't remember. I was too busy staring at your tits," he whispers in my ear. God, slapping him would be heaven. I know just what he was referring to about my 'tits'. I was in a sports bra and they had hung me upside-down in order to get my name out of me. The bulge was practically hitting me in the face. I let the silence grown between us.
ONE HOUR LATER
Oh goddamn it. I knew this would happen eventually, but I really have to use the bathroom. Still a bit turbulent but not too bad. I unbuckle my seatbelt and politely ask him to move.
"Can I come with? I'll only watch, I promise."
"I'm not going to dignify that with a response." Just as I am passing in front of him, a huge wave of turbulence comes and knocks me off my feet. I go flying back into his lap and his arms instantly clamp me down. One arm in clenched around my hips, the other hand is forcefully gripping my crotch. I'm wearing sweat pants and he's got a damn good grip. Despite his repulsiveness, I can't help but melt a little into his hand. I can hear him grinning behind me. Because it is an evening flight, or at this point night, the lights are out and most people are sleeping. No one sees. I try and get up but another wave knocks me back and his arms forbid it. He tuts disapprovingly in my ear.
"But we're having so much fun, don't leave yet," he coos.
"I swear to God, Karl, I'm going to pee on you," I threaten. He moans softly as his finger reaches beneath my sweatpants and underwear, exploring my deep regions. Tracing around the center, he swings his finger out and tastes my discharge.
"Mmmmhm, babe you're sweet. I want more." He digs his finger back in, swirling it around and pushing gently on my flaps, spreading them out and touching their every inch. A sigh passes my lips and he's lightly kissing my neck. Now his finger is leaving a wet trail farther back, sliding deeper between my legs and away from my pleasure center. Feeling around before proceeding, he pushes open the trench of my ass. Making a long sweep up to my small back and then going down again, I involuntarily lean back. He begins to go inside my back hole, slowly parting the way and moving deeper. Suddenly, I feel something hard pushing against my legs. I yelp is surprise and force his hands off and slide away, appalled that I didn't scream out and let him probe me. I run to the bathroom.