Crashed in the Desert 1

by One-red.
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I was so excited to be appearing in a film with one of my favorite actresses. I was fairly well known, I suppose, but I wasn’t famous yet. We were flying from Morocco, where we had just been filming across the Sahara, to east Africa. There were three girls and two men plus the two crew. The rest of the crew were already on set. About two hours out, we had to divert because of bad weather, then we were hit by lightning. The pilot told us we would make an emergency landing in the desert and put our belts on.

He had radioed our location and started to descend. He managed to find a small oasis, and we came to a very rough landing just past it. The tail section and one wing had broken off when we hit a large rock, but we were all alive and uninjured apart from one of the crews who were unconscious. The pilot pulled the injured guy onto the main section’s back to lay him down and make him comfortable.

“It’s probably going to take a couple of days at least before help comes. We are out of range of helicopters.”

“We have food and water on board so that we will be ok.”

Just then, there was a commotion at the back of the plane. An enormous baboon rushed in and dragged the injured crew out of the end of the plane. We watched as the whole troop descended on him and ripped him apart, and ate him. We all started screaming and being sick. We tried to barricade the back of the plane, but we had little to block the gap with. The crew member got out the flare pistol.

There were only five cartridges. As the baboons came back, he fired point-blank at the leader, who rushed back out screaming. The second baboon ran in and grabbed the crewman, and dragged him away with the flare pistol still in his hand. We couldn’t see where they took him, which was a blessing, but we could hear him screaming. Then they left us in peace for a couple of hours as they had probably eaten enough. The two film crew put us, girls, into the cockpit and tried to make some weapons out of what they could find.

Over the night, the baboons broke into the plane and dragged the two men out.

In the morning, as the sun was rising, the baboons started creeping into the plane. There were four of them snarling at us. Then I was dragged out of the plane by my arm. As I was dragged across the rough ground, I could see the male’s penis swinging between his legs. I reached out and grabbed it and started rubbing it. It was relatively thin but probably seven or eight inches. He looked down to see what I was doing. All of a sudden, his mood seemed to change. He dragged me over to the water hole and sat under a tree. I stopped rubbing his cock, and he started snarling at me.

I grabbed hold of it again, and he let go of me. I noticed the arm he had been dragging was badly scratched, but it would be ok. I knew I couldn’t keep wanking him for long. I have had to have sex with various ugly older men to get into the film business. I would certainly consider having sex with a baboon to save my life. I stripped my shorts and knickers off and crouched in front of him. He looked puzzled. First, I think the females only have sex when they are in season. He bent his nose down between my legs and started sniffing me. Then he stuck his tongue between my lips.

That felt surprisingly gentle. It probably wouldn’t be as bad as I thought. By now, there was a bunch of males watching me. The male I was with had a fair old erection by now, but some of the other males did as well. I thought I was going to have to mate with them all. But instead, two of the males went back into the plane, dragged the makeup girl out, and brought her to the water hole.

“You will not have to be too fussy if you want to survive,” I shouted to her.

She stripped off and grabbed hold of the nearest male penises, and started masturbating it.

“We just have to keep them occupied for a couple of days before help comes.”

The male I was with tentatively crouched behind me, rubbing his dick between my lips. Then I felt him sliding inside me. I started rocking back and forward on his dick, then he grabbed me tight around the waist and rammed himself in. I could feel him entering my cervix, and I started to orgasm. I think he sensed I was enjoying it and pounded me harder. Pretty soon, he was ejaculating directly into my womb. I noticed the makeup girl was being mounted as well. She and I had come from a working-class background and had both had to do stuff we would instead not get where we are. I dreaded to think what the lead actress would do as she came from a very privileged background.

After the baboons had done, we crept to the water hole to bathe our scratches. The males didn’t bother us as there was nowhere we could go. Then, another male came over, dragged me out the water, bent me over, and mounted me. This one was a bit rough with me but quite a bit smaller than the leader.

Then we heard screaming as the lead actress was dragged out. She hadn’t seen what we had done, and she didn’t realize what was happening when they ripped her dress and knickers off. Pretty soon, she was laid there with just her bra on. Males were poking and prodding her, but she didn’t know what they wanted. Eventually, the lead male went over and turned her over, and mounted her. She must have screamed for two or three minutes as he rammed in her. I think it was theatrical screaming because she didn’t want us watching while she had sex with a baboon. After a couple of hours, they had all had enough had each fucked us once or twice. The makeup girl and I went over to the lead actress and went back to the plane to get water to drink and some food.

“We can’t sit in here. We will have to go and sit with the males whether you like it or not.”

“The females are getting annoyed with us, and I think they will rip us apart.”

We walked back and sat loosely around the males. If they wanted to mount us, we would have to let them. The lead male started picking through my hair. It was something I noticed they all did with each other. He pulled my head into his lap. I had very short hair for the part I was playing, so he found it easy. Then I noticed he was getting an erection. It was sticking in my ear. He seemed to be getting excited at the feel of his dick rubbing against my face. He held my head and started rubbing his dick with it. He was sticking it in my ears, my eyes, my nose.

I could feel he was getting ready to mount me again. I thought if I suck, it will keep him calm and save me from being fucked. I turned my head, and as he rubbed it against me, I opened my mouth and let him push it inside. He looked down and grabbed hold of my head to see what I was doing. He seemed pleased as he grabbed my head and rammed it all in. It was fairly flexible, and it went down my throat. I was gagging, but he didn’t understand and carried on. Then he settled down and just gently bobbed my head up and down on him. I had expected him to taste disgusting, but it was actually ok. I had been with smellier men.

I lay like that for quite a while, then he rammed it in to the hilt, and warm baboon semen was jetting down my throat. He stayed like that with his dick in my mouth for quite some time. I think it was a new sensation for him. Then he got up and went to the make up girl and pulled her head into his lap. She had seen me and was pretty soon doing the same. The lead girl had disappeared. I hadn’t heard her screaming, so I assumed she was ok. After the two males had finished with us for the time being, we went to see if we could see her. We heard noises coming from the plane. We looked in, and there she was in the aisle draped over a large suitcase the crew had used to barricade us in with a young baboon mounting her.

There were three other baboons in the plane with her. I think they had been taking turns with her. I think she was almost unconscious from struggling. We had to leave her. There wasn’t anything we could do for her without risking our own lives. We returned to the males as we were being surrounded by a group of females again. We had managed to grab some food and water from the plane’s back, and we sat and ate it with the head male. We offered him a sandwich, which he ate. I think we were showing submission to him.

Over the next day, the head male and another large male fucked us four times, and they would regularly push their penises in our mouth. I think this was out of novelty as I don’t think the females would do this. As night fell, we went to the plane to see how the other girl was. There were now about six young males in the plane. We couldn’t see the other girl, but we assumed she was still alive or the males wouldn’t be there. We went back and curled up near the males and slept.

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The next morning I heard a vehicle. I saw men looking in the plane. At last, we were rescued.

I heard some gunshots and saw the men drag the lead girl out of the plane unconscious. They took her back to the truck, and then they returned. They were searching around the wreckage, picking at the torn fragments of clothing and blood. We stood up and shouted to them. They looked over towards us and started coming over.

Being very territorial, the baboons grabbed us both and started mounting us to signal that the women belong to them.

The men came as close as they could and stood there watching us being fucked. The lead guy signaled two men to go back to the truck shortly after they returned with rifles.

At last, we are saved.

Then we saw tranquilizer darts go into the three males near us. And then I felt a dart go into me. Then everything went black.

 

To Be Continued…

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.

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