The Plane Crash - Book 1 - Illustrated

CrackedJaguar

The Plane Crash

by CrackedJaguar

Standard Disclaimer. The Author does not support or suggest that anyone do any of the acts described herein.

Agent Note: I met CrackedJaguar over in what we referred to as Blue Hell. He was quite easy to get along with, always up for some conversation. I remember one day he asked me to proof a story for him. It was for a writing competition. I said sure, grammar is my friend. Well, I was not prepared. The man had an excellent imagination, and loved to tell stories, but grammar? Um, no. It took me hours and hours and hours to proof the story for him, and when I was done, I sent it back to him. Next time we chatted, I explained how long it took. He said, “Well, yeah, I suck at grammer (sic). Why do you think I asked you to look at it?!” We both had a great laugh over that. He love my writing website, and had some very good friends over there. Unfortunately, cancer got the best of him, and he passed in early 2021. It was, truly, a sad day. So, I’m bringing forth his longest work, The Plane Crash, in two novellas. I have proofed it, and while I think I did a pretty good job, I may have missed a few. I think he’d be okay with that. :)

Prelude

The aircraft traveled over the open water, twelve passengers: a pilot, a co-pilot, and the stewardess. Naomi, the 28-year-old stewardess, was a mocha cream goddess of African decent, standing 5’ 10” tall with a busty hourglass figure, and had been working for a private airline for 8 years after finishing flight school. She couldn’t get anyone to take her seriously because of her physical attributes.

In the first row are Joe, Anabell and Sunni. The next row is Pricilla and Rose, then Rachel and Gary, then Nicole and Shannon, and finally Jeremy, Tiffany and Sara.

Joe is the Heir to a fortune. His father owns a bank syndicate. Joe is about 6’ tall, well muscled, wearing fashionable clothes name brand, tennis star, racketball going to Harvard for a business degree. Blonde haired, blue eyed, he graduated in the middle of his class but was known to have threatened several teachers and those he hadn’t, he’d bribed or blackmailed to ensure his graduation. He, at his father’s prodding, had hired Anabell to do his dirty work for him. He has been dating Sunni for about six months, and at that time had cheated on her at every opportunity. He loves nothing more than humiliating women and would do so whenever he could. The only reason he hadn’t been with Sunni was because it was much better to sponge off her than bump her.

Anabell is his personal assistant, stepping and fetching for him, whatever he likes or wants. Anabell is a 23-year-old high school drop-out. She is lightly tanned with brown eyes and platinum hair. Standing 5’ 8”, she is slim, busty with a bubble butt. She is attractive. Her boyfriend had left her with a huge pile of debt. She was jobless with no real skills, except some taste. She had answered Joe’s add in the paper for 20K a year plus room and board. It had sounded too good to be true. It was, when she discovered Joe’s dark side. But by then it was too late, and she had signed a 5-year contract and non-disclosure agreement.

Sunni is the would-be girlfriend of Joe and the daughter of a Diamond trader. Sunni is dumb as a bag of hammers, but sweet and tends to be a bit of an exhibitionist because she likes the attention. Blonde hair with brown eyes, busty with a tight body, 5’2” tall, and really rather pretty with golden skin.

Pricilla and Rose are twins. Their father owns one of the major hotel chains. Pricilla, the charismatic one of the two twins, 5’ tall and athletic legs that go all the way up. She tends to dress in tight clothes and designer jeans, but also has affections for tube tops and skirts.The twins have blonde hair, and green eyes. Pricilla is a little more imaginative, though she tends to obsess on things, especially animals. Their copper complexion is probably from Indian heritage. Rose, the mirror image of her sister, tends to be the risk taker in flaunting the rules. Usually draping herself in designer clothes, she is better grounded than her sister. The two are very close.

Rachel and Gary both come from old money, brother and sister. Rachel 5’9”, thick and busty with a big booty, her hair is straw blonde with brown eyes, and porcelain skin. She enjoys nothing more than manipulating people. She dresses nicely but not too fashionable, brand name, but middle of the line stuff. She tends to dress provocatively, short skirts and belly shirts, plunging necklines and half-cup bras, and thong underwear.

Gary stands about 5’10’, built like an offensive lineman, brown hair, and white as a bag of wonder bread, his face a little on the round side. His favorite things to do are terrorizing the neighborhood kids and playing video games and eating, not necessarily in that order. He whines when he is at a disadvantage, but typically takes whatever advantages he can get from anyone. Rachel and Gary had the same father but different mother’s, their father had apparently impregnated two sisters a few days apart.

Nicole is Sunni’s best friend and has been since they started school together way back in kindergarten. Nicole, 4’10”, plays down her intelligence. She is ugly as sin to look at but her body is very closely comparable to Sunni’s, and has often been a body double for Sunni when her friend has gotten into compromising situations much to her own delight. her skin is sort of orangish-brown.

Shannon, Tiffany, and Sara are best friends and Jeremy is a friend of Sara’s family.

Sara’s father had mentored Jeremy for many years, and Sara’s family had paid his way for this end of school vacation. Jeremy’s father and uncle had brought him up. Jeremy’s father was a genius mechanic. If it has an engine he could fix it; his Uncle on the other hand, was ex-special warfare. The two of them had teamed up in the worst sort of way after Jeremy’s mother had left when he was three. They had trained him on engines and close combat and martial arts and half a dozen other things, including a large degree of self control.

The only reason Jeremy was there was that Sara’s fathe,r Arthur, has insisted and paid for him to go. Jeremy’s family certainly couldn’t afford it. Jeremy was only going to the exclusive private school, “The Conservatorium”, because he had gotten a scholarship and he had actually graduated 3rd in his class. Jeremy, 6’2”, brown hair with gray-green eye,s well toned and built, dresses very practically, and is very quiet about himself. He has a special relationship with both of Sara’s parents, and golden brown skin from being outside a lot.

Sara’s father was a tenured professor and Sara was pale-skinned with a farmer’s tan, 5’3” tall, generously busty, spoiled, snooty, and overall not the nicest person. She always wore the nicest and latest fashions, sometimes working on new looks. She was cordial at least to Jeremy, and that was only because Jeremy acknowledged her, but ignored her, for the most part. She found him quite infuriating. Sara also thought that Jeremy was very cute, though she would never admit it. Her fashion sense tended toward the conservative, highlighting, but never revealing, much of her bountiful figure. She has fiery red hair and cool green eyes.

Shannon is Sara’s best friend. She has a lithe, athletic body, standing 5’3”, with a generously curvy body. She tends to be over protective of her friend, whom she secretly lusts after, and she usually follows Sara’s sense of style albeit a little less expensively. Shannon has medium length blonde hair, and an olive complexion with blue eyes.

Tiffany is Shannon’s other good friend, the daughter of an advertising executive and is completely uninhibited when it comes to sex, and has relieved Shannon’s desires on more than one occasion. She’s outrageously flirtatious, but very self-conscious about her body, or lack there of. She is very close to Sara, who looks at her as comic relief. She stands 5’5”, with alabaster skin and reddish brown hair.

Chapter I

Ten of these eleven passengers were spoiled brats, always insisting they get what they wanted. This is why they were on a special graduation trip into the south Pacific.

The plane reached a cruising altitude as it traveled west towards a stormy horizon. Soon the plane was buffeted by the strong winds. The Captain announced that every one buckle up because it was going to get rough.

The craft was rocked by a downdraft at 12000 feet as hail hammered the fuselage. Lightning lit the sky as another microburst dropped the plane to 9000 feet. The crew fought at the controls. A bolt of lighting exploded through the craft, which was quickly followed by a second and a third. The light blinded the crew, and the plane lurched again 5000 feet. Winds whipped at the craft, sending it further and further off course. The captain, fighting the wind, tried to bring the nose up. The Master alarm wailed as the plane stalled. He gave it more power as the plane plummeted out of the sky. The engines screamed against the wind as the nose dipped below the horizon, 3000 feet, 2000 feet, 1000 feet, the co-pilot called out a distress on the radio “Mayday, Mayday, Mayday…”

The world exploded as the port wing sheared off and the plane tumbled; the pilot did his best to right the plane with the remaining control surfaces. The plane twisted against him at 80 feet and he brought the nose up and it fell again. At 50 feet he struggled, the nose hit the water breaking the cockpit off from the passenger compartment, the remainder of the plane skipping across the surface of the water at 200 miles per hour, jolting against the water. Once, twice, three times, and then slowly gliding to a stop with a sucking noise. The lights were out inside the passenger cabin and the craft rolled on its axis.

Jeremy shook himself. He moved as quickly as he could to the emergency locker containing two inflatable rafts and some rope. He picked up the rafts and ran to the front of the plane. It was sinking quickly. He inflated the first raft and tied the long rope to his waist. Everyone was unconscious, so he loaded Joe, Anabell, the stewardess, Sunni, Pricilla and Rose. He then inflated and loaded the rest into the second raft, secured them to each other, and paddled away from the doomed aircraft.

The morning dawned bright and clear; and only a few miles away was an island. Jeremy paddled toward it as best as he could with no real paddles and two rafts full of unconscious people. Caught in the current, the two rafts were pulled into the barrier reef. The reef capsized both rafts, but with the beach only 40 yards away, many of the survivors were deposited by the tide on the beach. Jeremy rushed to pull the rest of them up on shore.

He pulled them up onto dry sand. Everyone was still breathing, and he could be happy about that at least. The stewardess, whose nametag read Naomi, had a nasty bump on her head.

Sunni had been happy the day before. Joe had unknowingly fucked Nicole to his heart’s content and hadn’t said anything nasty to her afterwards about anything. Of course, Nicole and she had had a nice little 69 later, after Joe had fallen asleep, to celebrate. There had been occasions when she had had to put out, and Joe had bitched about why she couldn’t always get it right. That was, of course, because Nicole had been doing the putting out, but she had always said that it was because “she wasn’t comfortable.”

Later that day the two of them had gone to the mall, and she bought Nicole some new clothes as a thank you, the sales girl whose name she couldn’t remember had been very nice and had spent a lot of extra time in the dressing room with Nicole. The girl even offered to use her discount on the clothes. But strange things happened when she was with her BFF.

Later that day, four boys were harassing her and Nicole at the park. Nicole went and talked to them. Nicole walked away with them, and then disappeared for a little while. Later she came back with a big smile on her face. It was funny how Nicole was always happy when she was around her.

The night before the flight they had spent it together. Sunni had put some special clothes in Nicole’s bag so that she would look extra nice on their vacation. A few thongs, and some bikini tops that would make the boys drool. Sunni loved to make boys drool, and it worked on everyone except Jeremy. Gary had almost pushed her in a corner once at a house party but again Nicole had saved her. Gary ended up going into a dark bedroom later with someone who she didn’t know, but she had had the hardest time finding Nicole.

She often wondered why Jeremy didn’t drool for her; it seemed he was always busy with schoolwork. He even tutored her the last few years. She always wore her most revealing outfits for him too, short skirts and tank tops with no bra, but he never gave her a second look even when she tried to give him a look.

It wasn’t like she was cheating. She just wanted to know that she was desirable and well, Jeremy apparently didn’t desire her. Maybe he liked boys, she decided, or at least that is what she hoped because she couldn’t bear to think that she wasn’t the hottest thing in school.

Oh sure, there were other hot girls, Sara for one, but she never said a word to any boy ever. Rose and Pricilla were hot too, but she could never tell which was which, though they would always flirt but they never had a real boyfriend, at least not that she noticed. Shannon was cute too, not super hot or anything, but she was always with Sara, and Tiffany.

Tiffany, on the other hand, would not date boys a lot, but sometime she would go out. Sunni didn’t understand. Wasn’t it supposed to be a girl’s job to drive boys crazy and then, well, not everyone had a friend like Nicole, she guessed. Maybe that was the problem?

Sunni had only given Joe a blowjob or two in her time with him and never had sex. She was a little afraid of what a big dick like Joe’s would do to her. At least it looked big to her, though Nicole said it was barely sufficient. She was beautiful, and she knew it. Maybe she would someday pay to get Nicole’s face fixed. Plastic surgery could do wonders even for dogs like her. Maybe that was why she kept her around, she wondered.

Sunni opened her eyes and coughed. “Where are we?” she asked, looking at Jeremy.

“Not sure,” Jeremy said, “but I don’t think it’s Australia or even Borneo.”

“Why? Australia is an island right, with a beach and hotels and everything.”

“Yes it is,” Jeremy said patiently. “We can talk about where we are later. Right now, let’s move everyone to those trees over there,” Jeremy indicated with his hand.

“Uh no, poor boy, you move them. I have to go to the bathroom. Do you know where it is?”

“I haven’t found them yet,” Jeremy said shaking his head and trying not to laugh. “Wait here I’ll go look after I’m done with moving everyone to the shade.”

It took a good half hour to finish and Sunni, by that time, was doing what can only be described as the pee-pee dance. Jeremy looked around. There was a mangrove swamp in the middle of the island and a cliff on the west side and only a few trees to the east.

“Sunni, over there in those trees is as good a place as I can think of.”

“There is no toilet over there!” She screamed, “How am I supposed to pee with no toilet?”

“Sunni,” Jeremy said patiently, “there are probably no toilets for one thousand miles, just go over to those trees squat down and pee.”

“I can’t,” she cried.

“Why not?”

“Not in these shoes.”

Jeremy saw her point. She could barely stand in the loose sand in 5 inch stilettos. He shook his head.

“Could you help me take them off? I think if I bend down you know… Please?”

Jeremy looked at Sunni. She was wearing a simple cotton blouse and a micro mini skirt. He knelt down at her feet.

“Just please don’t look up”

He unfastened the first shoe and as quickly as she could she kicked it off. He started on the second.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” Sunni cried as a stream of yellow liquid started down one leg and then the other.

He finished with the second shoe, and she kicked it off, and ran down the beach to the trees. Jeremy decided that most of the women could probably do without their impractical shoes. He took them all and put them in a pile. Sunni returned a few minutes after he finished.

“Um Jeremy, what should I do? My clothes smell like piss and no one is here to wash them for me?”

“Uh, why don’t you go and rinse them off in the ocean?”

Sunni headed down toward the water.

“Sunni, don’t go in too deep. There might be urchins or stone fish out there.”

“What?”

“Sharks. There might be sharks out there,” was probably something Sunni was familiar enough with to inspire the right amount of caution.

“Oh, um, I should probably take this off, promise you won’t be naughty and look?” Sunni said, smiling brightly as she tugged at her skirt.

“Sure I promise,” Jeremy replied. He didn’t really care. Right now he was exhausted, but he still had things to take care of. He checked everyone. It appeared that Gary had a broken arm. He would deal with that later. What concerned him was the goose egg on the head of the flight attendant.

“You didn’t peek, did you?” Sunni asked as she returned.

“No.”

“Not even a little?” Sunni asked, somewhat disappointed.

“No, I was busy,” Jeremy said as Sunni pouted. He looked at Sunni.

“Wait here I’ll be back in a bit.”

He walked over to the mangrove and found a few limbs that he could break off. He went back to Gary, peeled off his shirt, looked at Sunni, and shook his head.

Chapter II

Someone moaned. “Oooh, I think Rachael is waking up, that’s good, right?” Sunni asked.

“Yes,” Jeremy said. Tying the four green branches to Gary’s elbow he ripped two more strips from the bottom of his T-shirt. “Sunni can you tie these to Gary’s arm, right here at the wrist?”

“Uh yeah, I’m not stupid, you know.”

Rather than arguing, Jeremy said, “good, real tight when I tell you, okay?”

“Okay!” Jeremy put his foot against Gary’s upper arm and grabbed his wrist and pulled. Gary screamed and there was a pop as the bone slipped into place.

“Tie now, Sunni,” he said, looking at the girl who looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming train. “Sunni, now,” he yelled, and that broke her out enough that she tied the two strips of cotton onto the splint.

“You didn’t just kill him, did you?” Sunni asked, alarmed.

“No, he had a broken arm. I set it. Trust me, it was better this way.” He put his shirt back on.

“Is everything okay? I heard a scream,” Rachel asked, hurrying over.

“So did I,” said Sara, who sat up a few yards away. “Where are we?”

“It’s an island, but its not Australia, at least that’s what Jeremy says,” Sunni supplied.

“What island it is, I have no idea,” Jeremy said. “Look, you girls stay here. It looks like everyone is waking up and I need to look around some more.”

Sara remembered the week before she left quite vividly. She had come home early one day and heard voices in her parents’ bedroom. It was too early for her dad to get home, so she called out. Her mother answered and quickly exited her room. Sara asked who was there with her, and she said that Jeremy was fixing a leaking pipe in their bathroom.

Jeremy came out a few minutes later; something was odd. She just couldn’t put her finger on it. Jeremy, of course, went home shortly after that, her mother handing him some money for the work that he did. She was a little worried about her mom. She had been sick a lot lately, in the morning, but she usually got better by the evening.

She called Shannon to talk. It was a pretty good conversation even if not much was said. Shannon kept on about how good she had looked that day in volleyball and wanted to know if they were going to go to the mall or the movies or something that night. It was decided that the movies would be best, and she picked up Shannon and Tiffany at Shannon’s house.

After the movie, they went and ate burgers and continued back to Shannon’s house. Sara called her mom and told her that the three of them would be staying there that night. Shannon’s parents were hardly ever around, and it wasn’t unusual for her to sneak some of the box wine from the fridge. This night was no exception. She had a small refrigerator in her bedroom that she had stocked with a box before she left and the girls drank wine and talked until Tiffany suggest that they play a game.

Sara asked what game, and Tiffany suggested truth or dare. Sara remembered asking if they were twelve again and in middle school. Tiffany then said okay how about this? We play truth or dare, but we can’t leave the room. Again, Sara admonished her friend. We could always take pics of our dares for posterity, Shannon suggested, holding up a camera. “Oh, hell no!” Sara remembered saying, but somehow they talked her into it.

She had started with truths, mostly, was there anyone she liked, yes. Had she ever thought of doing it with a girl? No. Then the dares came, pictures of her and tiffany half clothed, her and Shannon half clothed. She must have blacked out at some point. It was pretty fun. In the morning, while they were nursing their mutual hangovers, she asked Shannon about the pictures. Shannon had replied that the camera hadn’t worked for some time. The flash worked so it looked like it, but it was all for show, for Tiffany really, and to add some risky excitement to the game.

She arrived home that afternoon to find Jeremy working in the yard and her mother in bed under the covers. She inquired if she was all right. Her mother said that she was fine, just a bit of something and it would soon pass.

She watched Jeremy working in the yard through her window, and for a while he wasn’t wearing a shirt and his tight shorts made him look oh so good, she thought. She sat down in a chair away from the window and watched him through the blinds, her hands lightly touching herself where she longed him to touch her. She didn’t know why, there really wasn’t anything special about Jeremy. His dad was weird and his uncle was even weirder; with his all-night parties some nights and it was those nights that she didn’t see Jeremy.

She slipped her hand inside her shirt and caressed her breast as she watched his strong, muscled back work in the sun, the sweat beading on his