there children. Everything was like a bad movie. Then there was silence. The criminals kicked the passengers out from under the seats, forcing them to sit down. Frightened people clamped their mouths to themselves and children, so as not to cry out loud and not to annoy the hijackers. Those walked between the seats and said something, and the passengers were whispering. Not understanding a word, Inga tried to ask the neighbors; in broken Russian, someone translated the demands of the terrorists to her: to release someone from the local prison, from Russia, money, drugs, and a flight somewhere far away. The plane first flew, then sat down, the terrorists ran to the door, shouted there, then returned, loudly whispered among themselves, then shouted at the passengers, which made them squeeze into chairs and shake.

Then they landed somewhere, and through the open door Inga heard Russian speech. She jumped up and immediately sat down under the muzzle of a submachine gun. The bearded man, who repeated “Ruski, Ruski”, carefully examined the passengers and stepped towards her. Having made her a sign to rise, he shouted at her, who continued to sit, raised with a kick and dragged to the hatch. She screamed loudly and tried to cling to the chairs and people. Turning away from her, no one helped. The terrorist put her in the open door, jerked the bolt of the machine gun and poked them in her back. Sobbing, she began to settle on the floor, then he elbowed her neck, not letting her fall. Below, on the airfield, men in camouflage stood and looked at her. The bearded man shouted something right in her ear, so she was almost deaf. They answered him from below, I heard a Russian mate. Then the ladder pulled up. The terrorist pulled her from the hatch and pushed into the cabin. She picked up the passengers and sat in a chair. Falling into a stupor, Inga could not say a word. The hatch slammed shut again and the plane went up to the sky.

It seemed that the criminals calmed down a bit: they walked around the cabin, laughed, looked into the faces of people. Suddenly one of them grabbed the girl and dragged her to the toilet. She fought back and screamed, but the terrorists only laughed, and the passengers lowered their eyes. Inga put her hands over her ears and pressed her head to her knees. From the toilet came the cry of a girl, then verse. After some time, she returned all shaggy, straightening clothes. She sat down and cried, covering her face with her hands. The next girl was dragged down the aisle ... Then another. Vain feminine cries did not subside. In horror, Inga no longer understood whether the plane was flying or standing, but waited for her turn fearfully, squeezing herself into a chair.

When the bearded guy stopped next to her, she raised her hands in helplessness, defending herself, but he said something to her first and, without waiting for an answer, pulled her along. He dragged her, stumbling, to the toilet, where there were several of them, smiling smugly. Holding it between themselves, they tore off her blouse and unbuttoned her trousers, pawing along the way. She screamed desperately and plaintively, but they pawed at her face, biting her lips. She was almost fainted when she was stripped, put on her knees and began to poke her wet dick from behind ...

Suddenly, the terrorists were called away from the door, then one came running, rattling with an automatic rifle and shouting something. The criminals threw her and ran away, someone lifted and clothed her, exhausted and sobbing, seated in a chair. Then again they walked along the aisle and repeated “Ruski, Ruski”, she was again dragged along behind her, and she clutched at the armchairs and shoulders of those sitting, who were rolling back from her. When she was pushed out of the hatch onto the ramp and the night wind blew into her face, she cleared her head. The next second, a bright light hit her face, and she covered her eyes with her hand. Then the searchlight went out and she was pushed into the back, so pushed by the butt, she went down, bent over and holding both railings with both hands. Below, a few meters from the ramp, Amin was standing next to a terrorist. He looked at her anxiously, and she was afraid to rush to him, waiting for a strike, a shot, anything.The bearded man took a small bag from Amin’s hands and went away; next to Inga, two criminals quickly counted packs of green bills, lots of packs. And they looked at each other. His gaze was serious, he only bit his lip, which the girl had not noticed behind him before, but she shook her whole body, not knowing what to expect. Behind her, he heard a chuckle, a tramp, then a clang of the hatch. Amin stepped towards her, she looked around and, not seeing anyone from behind, cried loudly and rushed towards him. He picked up his hands, heavily hung on it. When he got to the car and the driver went out to help, she was faint.

Part 9

He brought her to his house, to his bedroom, the partition itself and put it in his bed. The waiting doctor examined her and gave her an injection. In the dream, she screamed and shuddered, Amin spent the whole night sitting next to her, not lying down so as not to frighten. After a sedative, she slept for many hours. On the call of the maid who said that Inga had come to herself, he rushed home. She sat in bed and watched a report about the hijacking of an airplane on one of the Russian-language cable channels. The reporter smartly listed the negative consequences of this incident, the most important of which was the suspension of transport links with Russia up to full safety. Seeing him, she held out her arms to him. He sat down and hugged her tightly.

- They say ... that now I can not go home! This is not true !? Say it!

- True...

- But this is not forever?

- Probably not forever ...

- Then I will wait. Soon everything will be resolved?

He said nothing. She sighed and pressed closer to him.

- Thank you ... I saw how you came for me and saved. And I was not scared ... And I'm still scared ... Very scary ...

Amin got up, turned off the lights and the TV, undressed and slid under her blanket to her:

- Do not be afraid, love, I'm with you. I'll always be with you.

She somehow sluggishly tried to push him away and turn away, but he felt that it was not serious and in fact she wants him to stay. He kissed her for a long time, and at first weak weak hands lay on his shoulders and finally wrapped around his neck. Then he immediately pulled off her pajama jacket from her head and pressed her nipples with his own. She took off her pants herself, wriggling under him. Not looking up from her obedient lips, he immediately sent a long-standing member in her womb, which was also wet and seemed to be waiting for him for a long time. This first sex after reconciliation was fast and aggressive. He temperamentally slid in her crotch, squeezing Inga in his arms. Then he raised himself in his arms and began to drive into it with short deep strokes. She held him by the elbows and, closing her eyes, moved slightly toward him. When he put his knees on the bed and pulled her over, gripping her elastic hips with her fingers, she crossed her legs behind him. So he finished, shivering finely and splashing into her hot crampedness. Weaving in his arms, they lay on his side, and as he fell asleep, he felt his cock slip out of her.

In the morning he woke up because she was looking at him. In a beautiful bathrobe, she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him seriously.

- In the closet a lot of women's clothes ... my size.

“This is for you,” he said quickly.

“How did you know that I would stay?” What do I need her?

- I believed that you would stay with me ... Do you like it? Is the size suitable?

- Yes, everything is beautiful ... But I don't care ... I will go home ...

- In any case, this is all you ... Well, what they say about the plane?

He pulled her to the bed and turned on the TV. They found a Russian-language channel and at the bottom of the screen in the running line they read that after the police special operation the terrorists were neutralized and the passengers were released. Inga sobbed:

- And I didn’t even think about the others ... And they were there for a few more hours ... they suffered ... these unfortunate women who were taken away and ... and ...

Amin pulled the girl to him and, taking advantage of the fact that she buried her in his chest, grinned crookedly:

- Nobody will hurt you anymore ... Never ... while I'm around.

Sobbing, she began to recall the horrors she experienced in the hijacked plane.And everything was again as then, in Russia, when in his arms she escaped from heartache and resentment, and he played the role of best friend. Not wanting to repeat ... Read more →