Survival

Survival

Jim was about to go postal, after years of saving he was finally able to afford a trip to Tucson for the annual show and now it looked like he was going to be stuck in Denver.  His plane from Chicago had been diverted due to a bomb threat, garden variety happening these days, now bad weather had the airport socked in and it looked like by the time he got to Arizona the show would be over.  One last time he pleaded with the clerk was there anyway to get south, even a train.  “Look sir I am not supposed to tell you this but there is a corporate turbo prop that is going to go to Tucson maybe they can give you a lift, here dial this extension on the interior lines.”  Said the airline clerk.

Rushing to one of the airport phones Jim dialed the number in the general aviation terminal.  Getting a man on the line Jim explained his circumstances, and how desperate he was to get to the convention.  The man told him to cash in his ticket if he could, as it would be cash only, the plane was being fueled and there were three other passengers from his same canceled flight going south also.  Jim hustled up his luggage, as usual no money was forth coming from his useless airline ticket, so he went to a money spitter and withdrew the required cash for his new flight, then hot footed it over to the general aviation terminal.

Unlike airlines, general aviation is pretty casual, no baggage check, no boarding pass, just give the man some cash and hop on the plane.  It was a small corporate turbo prop that seated about fourteen.  Jim notice one girl by herself mid to late thirties, and then what appeared to be a late teen to early twenties along with a 45-50 year old.  Very attractive well made up older woman a little overweight but must have been stunning in her younger days.  Perhaps companions, but who cares off to Tucson that was the important thing.  He could not fully understand why commercial large jets weren’t flying but this small craft was, but at least he wouldn’t be wandering around in the terminal for two days wondering what he missed.

Now two days later he and the three women were trapped on a snowfield high in the Rockies.  Pilot and copilot dead, no radio and no one that knew how to use one had there been one working.  Jim was almost positive that there would be no emergency transponder on a plane this size.  So he was settling down for his third night aboard the plane.  He had removed the seats and made two reasonably comfortable beds.  The two younger women were sharing one and he was sharing one with the older woman, Roz. 

“What are we going to do Jim?”  Roz whispered in his ear, we are almost out of food.

“Food isn’t the really important item yet, its water that’s important, with our middle age spread we could go two weeks without food and no harm.”

“Boy you sure know how to make a girl feel good about herself.  What about all the whiskey in the back, it didn’t break and all that snow.”

“Don’t be that way, from my 52 years your 45 looks pretty good.  As to the whiskey it takes more water to burn it off than it is worth, just make you thirstier.  The problem with the snow is a like double bind, it would take too much of your body heat melt the snow, you would have hypothermia by the time you got enough to drink.”

“My you are cheerful this evening.”  Grinned Roz in the darkness; under the covers she started wrestling with her clothes.

“Well as soon as the storm clears we head down hill, until we find a stream, and before we start getting weak, I know cocktail peanuts and crackers aren’t much but there are lots of alternatives, maybe we can get below the snow line.”

“What about the pilot and copilot?”

“They are dead, they aren’t of much help.”

“Well!!!!”

“Oh I see, shades of the Donner Party, and Alferd E Packer.”

“If it means we live, why not.”

“Roz. you are very practical, but I have a problem with that for the time being, unless things get a lot worse, that will be plan B.”

“Your being silly you know, this storm could last for two weeks, what then?”

“We will just have to take it one day at a time, I don’t want to have to live with being a cannibal unless it is really necessary.”  Replied Jim with some finality.

“Jim let me have you hand.”  Whispered Roz.

Jim waved his hand and Roz caught it and placed it on her right tit. “Everyone tells me I have really great nipples Jim, kiss me.” Roz leaned into Jim and kissed him hard and passionately.  He could feel himself harden.

“I thought you had come out of the closet.”  Asked Jim when he finally came up for air.

“I did Jim sweetie, but lips are lips, I’m horny, tired and scared besides I have had plenty of men.  Now go down on me, eat me out, really need some attention made to my pussy.”  Roz pushed and tugged and jerked Jim’s head into her bare crotch. ”You’ve eaten you wife out I bet, you’re an old married man you know how to treat my cunt, suck me off.”

Given the conditions Jim could do nothing less, he was tired, scared and horny too, so he made love to Roz’s pussy with his mouth.  She clamped him in place and began a furious motion, with her hips, she bit her lip to keep from crying out and disturbing the other two as she came.  “Oh Jim that was great, I wish I could reciprocate, but you know how it is, once you come out of the closet you can’t go back in, even to return a favor like yours.”

“That’s okay Roz, lets just get some sleep now.”

“Okay, but you did as well as any woman that has ever made love to me.”  Soon Jim was fast asleep.

Jim awoke cold and found he couldn’t move.  A hand closed his nostrils and forced his mouth open and whiskey was poured down his throat.  He choked and tried to spit it out, but more was poured he had to swallow to breath, it seemed to go on forever, choking, sputtering, forcing the whiskey down so he could breath.  “There that ought to do it mom, said a voice I got about a pint out of the quart down him, he should be really easy to take care of now.”  Jim meanwhile was experiencing cold whiskey on an empty stomach.

“Hi Jim, its Roz, you got a couple of minutes before we go for the second quart, sort of anesthesia.  You waited too long on the pilot and copilot, they seem to have putrefied.  The girls and I decided we are going to survive despite your delicate sensitivities, to do that we need food, and you are it.  I will try to make this as painless as possible though, particularly after last night.  First I am going to castrate you, that’s just in case you get loose, with those balls gone you won’t care much when I cut your throat.  We plan to slice you up today sort of like jerky then do like you said and head down hill.”   Jim’s nose was pinched shut again and another bottle of whiskey inserted, five more minutes of coughing choking, his vision doubled, even in his drinking days he had never had this much liquor in this short  a period of time.  His vision doubled and he had to images of Roz over him floating back and forth.

“Okay girls get his pants off, keep his shoes and socks we may need them.”  Roz’s daughter and the other girl  pulled his trousers down under the restraints.  Now he was colder still and shivering.  “To bad Jim you didn’t think about us rather than morals, now its time to loose your balls.”  Reaching into Jim’s crotch Roz pulled his balls out sack and all and with a scalpel she had found in the first aide kit begin to cut.  Jim begin to scream through the alcohol haze.

“Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.”

“Oh Jim, you won’t miss them now, they are off, here girls a keepsake.”  Roz handed the severed scrotum to her daughter and the other woman.  “Might as well take his cock too.  If I had only thought I could have done this to your father he deserved this more than poor Jim, Jim is just food, your father was a true cocksucker.”  Roz cut Jim’s penis off and handed it to the girls. “Okay girls get his head out the door, we don’t want blood all over the compartment.”  The two girls struggled and puffed and finally got the seat with Jim attached out the cabin door about half way.  “Take his shirt and tee shirt off we may need them too, and he won’t need them now.”

Once stripped Roz leaned over and whispered in Jim’s ear:  “You wouldn’t want to live anyway with no cock and balls, its been fun Jim, now good by.”  Roz placed the scalpel against Jim’s throat, reached over with her other hand and pulled his head forward to his chest then cut deeply through his throat, blood gushed out into the snow below.

“Gee mom, you did that awfully skillfully.  I would never have thought to bring the head forward, my choice would have been to pull it back.”

“Well darling if you do that, you bury the carotid arteries deeper in the throat and it makes it hard to get your intended to bleed out.”

“You have done this before haven’t you mom?”

“Yes dear, I did your father, that bastard, that’s how you learn from experience.”

“But you said something about cutting his balls off and cock too.”

“Did I, well you see that’s experience again, the cut wasn’t really neat and deep, he flopped around like a dying fish and covered the room with blood.  What I meant was I should have cut his balls off first like Jim here.  Enough talk, lets get him gutted and cut up.”