Snowman: CryptoZ LLC Book 1

By Dionne Glynn

+++ NSFW, 18+, 48K words +++
Keanna enjoys her life as a pilot flying for a small cargo company.
Until one day, things go horribly wrong and she finds herself stranded in the middle of the Himalayas.
Alone.
Or so she thought.
Kevin is a rich asshole leading a hunting trip to kill a mythological giant in the frozen wilderness. Lonely and filled with self-loathing, he discovers a five foot nothing flight attendant with patience and a will as strong as his own.
Can a tiny force of nature save a man from his self-destructive path?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dionne Glynn
• Release date: Mar 24, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311071019

Dionne Glynn

Trust me, Hun, you are probably too sensitive for what I write. I love porn with plot and sex scenes that read for tens of pages. A straight-laced college student in Ogden, UT. by day. A ravenous reader by night. I've always loved sexy romantic tales, which were closer to '70s/'80s porn books than 'romance'. I find modern 'rules and morals' far too restrictive for my personal preference and enjoy pushing the envelope in my personal life and writing. I guess I have always had a taste for the naughty. For information about my latest projects: http://www.dionneglynn.com I can be reached by email at: [e-mail]

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Snowman

CryptoZ LLC Case 1

By

Dionne Glynn

Copyright © 2016

https://dionneglynn.wordpress.com/

SNOWMAN

Copyright 2016 Dionne Glynn

Cover art by BDG

Edited by Brenna Kaye

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, or events are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to persons alive, dead, or ambiguously in between is completely coincidental. The author advises that you do not try this at home...

Or where Yetis hang out.

Reader Advisory:

This story is considered ADULT READING MATERIAL intended for mature, open minded audiences only, it is completely unsuitable for minors and should not be made available to them. Although inclusive of a mystical species which its existence has yet to be fully accepted by science, sexually active characters in this story are of adult age. This story contains explicit sexual scenes, graphic language, and ideologically sensitive situations some readers may find objectionable. Scenes may include (but are not limited to) oral sex, large size references, fantasy monster sex, multiple partner, interracial, brief male/male relationships, brief non-consensual, exhibitionism, and copious amounts of cum.

No animals were harmed in the making of this story, however, in addition to a fictitious plane crash, lots and lots of electrons got pushed around.

Acknowledgements:

A special thanks goes to Matti-kitty, my sweet tempered, playful Baby Girl with bunny fur. Were it not for her pestering me with having to play fetch with her little red mice I would have gotten the story finished much sooner.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Afterword

About the Author

Chapter 1

Airspeed, one four three knots. Altitude, six thousand meters. Crosswind, twenty-two knots. The voice came over the headset making her jump.

Check. Fuel? Keanna knew the answer but she didn’t want her loadmaster to know she was dozing.

Seven thousand pounds. Should be more than enough, but I wish we had topped them off.

Couldn’t. We’re pushing fifty-five thousand already, four thousand more would have left us unable to take off.

You gonna tell me what we are hauling?

No idea. Jeff says fly. I say, where to? This your first time through the pass? Keanna tapped the left tank fuel gauge, the arrow bounced then settled back where it was. Pretty normal response for the vintage analog gauge.

Yeah, usually fly mail packages out of China or India. I’m gonna check the load.

She heard him leave the navigator station. She smiled as he took the bait.

No peeking. I am not getting fired over some rookie’s curiosity. She knew they were hauling grain, water, and other foodstuffs for an isolated village. It was part of a hearts-and-minds campaign by her employer to win mining rights but she was bored and found the thought of his curiosity amusing.

So, where’d you get your flight experience? he asked as he climbed from the flight deck down the short metal ladder to the cargo bay.

Taught to fly by my dad. There have been pilots in my family going back to the First World War. No brothers and my sister is deaf, so it fell on me to continue the tradition. Started with single engine and moved to 130’s in Afghanistan. When I got out I put in for a work Visa and got a flight job in the Philippines and been moving around ever since. Haven’t been back to the States in ten... no, fifteen years. You?

She stuck her mp3 player on a shelf and untangled the cord.

Started as a crew chief in the Air Force, became a loadmaster and found out that there was not as much demand for my skills when I got out. Used to load 17’s, 141’s and C-5’s.

I would like to try a C-5, those are really big planes. Flew a 141 in Saudi once. Nationals didn’t like it much, woman flying and all, but my flight crew got real protective of me real quick.

Nothing like an armed escort, is there?

Nope. She finally reduced the tangled mess of cord into a single black string.

They retired those birds back in ‘06, ya know. Overuse and wing cracks. When the C-17’s came out the 141’s went to reserve units. He spotted a loose strap on the cargo webbing.

That’s a shame, even with the fuel load restrictions, the one I flew was a dream. She could hear the ratcheting of the straps being tightened behind her. An odd shudder on the yoke caught her attention. She tested the wheel to the left and right and left again, finding a vibration to the left.

Reservists need planes, too. He gave the wide belt a few tugs, the cargo was secure and would not shift. He peered out the circular side window and saw the sides of nearby mountains, then looking up he could see the sun rising over a mountain peak. Curls of loose, dry snow blew over the top.

Holy shit! Hey, we’re flying below the mountains.

Yeah, she’s an old Korean War survivor and can’t make the hump. We have to use the old smuggler routes since we can’t climb over these mountains.

Isn’t that dangerous?

Can be. Storms are our biggest worry, but skies are clear. Want some music? Not waiting for an answer, she plugged the jack into the plane’s internal PA system.

Down with Webster? That’ll do. Hey, this is just wheat.

She smiled, less than two hours, he didn’t last long at all.

Did you remember to talk to your sister before we left?

Yes and no. She’s been deaf since we were little so I don’t actually talk to her on the phone, I have to text her.

I was never very good at texting. All thumbs on that little keyboard.

I hate texting as well, horrible speller and auto-correct is even worse.

You planning on ever going home? he asked.

Don’t know. Where’s home?

You know, back to the States.

I’m not sure I’d fit in. What’s popular with girls back there? She hadn’t considered giving up this life to go home and get married.

Werewolves, sparkly vampires, billionaire porn.

Sparkly vampires... Hey, I saw that movie in Macao. It was cute.

Sure, if you’re an angsty teenager desperate for attention. Vampires ain’t cute. That’s two hours of my life that I’ll never get back.

She was silent for a moment, then, What the hell is billionaire porn?

American women see rich men as powerful and strong, as a result, they read about romantic relationships with good looking billionaires. You see it on TV now too, with super-hero and vampire stories.

She broke into a laugh, Billionaires are not strong. Most of the ones I’ve met are dicks and they certainly would not marry broke-ass women. So, why would a woman be interested in a guy like that?

I guess so they can marry him and buy whatever they want. Houses, cars, diamonds. Stuff. American women place a lot of importance on stuff now.

Sleep with a guy for money and stuff? There’s a name for that, you know. Not my first choice for a retirement plan. I don’t need billions, just enough to eat and pay for a room. Maybe go watch a sparkly vampire movie once in a while. No, I would rather take care of myself than rely on some guy with money. It’s a self-respect thing.

We’ll it’s a fantasy, K. It helps add something to their lives, I guess.

Hmmm. Bestiality, necrophilia, or prostitution. That’s quite an offer, but I think I’ll stick with my current career choice. So, you have any romantic prospects? Wow, things really have changed in America.

There is a guy...

Reeeally? She would never have guessed, too bad, he was really cute and she would want some companionship later tonight. Do tell.

We’ve been seeing each other for the past month, we have to be careful since he’s in the State Department in Indonesia.

Intriguing. Tell me more, she giggled.

We met on a PR run through Jakarta, he was a General’s aide and I was in charge of their luggage. After a week, he asked me for drinks, found out we had a lot in common and eventually hooked up. Last month he proposed, we’re planning a spring wedding.

Such a romantic. Send me an invite, Jeff knows how to reach me.

So, is there a red-headed co-pilot in your life?

Red-headed? No. There was, but he was an ass, so I left.

I’m sorry to hear that. I have some friends if you are interested.

Uhm... She could see him introducing her to a nice girl.

A guy! I do have straight friends, K. I don’t really know all that many girls. A sudden shift to the left made him nearly lose his balance.

Keanna felt it too. A hydraulic pressure light came on then went off in less than a second.

What was that? he asked as he went back to check the cargo straps again.

Just a little turbulence, we’re pretty low and slow, she lied, it had been gnawing at her for the past ten minutes. She would not be able to leave her seat to check the hoses.

There it was again, the vibration in the yoke. They had been traveling below cruising speed since the mountaintops at this altitude came fast and out of nowhere, but she could feel the wheel bind on the left bank maneuvers.

Hey, Dave. I need you to check the lines, especially near the tail, she tried to sound casual.

Sure. Something wrong?

Could be nothing but there’s a vibration I’m not liking, she turned the wheel again, six degrees then it stopped. There was something stopping the tail from moving, which in turn would prevent the cargo plane from turning.

She heard him switch on a flashlight and sing part of the current music playing.

He tapped the connections as he walked searching for any signs of hydraulic fluid. No leaks. Should I open the trap and check the rudder?

There was a loud thump, then the sound of ripping metal.

Oh shit! Dave turned and ran towards the flight deck. The screw just snapped! It’s sticking through the panel.

The yoke went limp in Keanna’s hands, freely turning right and left but there was no response. Panel lights began blinking. Alarms began whooping. Oh, crap! Dave, get your ass out of the cargo bay!

The plane tilted slowly to the right then violently yanked left. Cargo straps snapped like thread holding a car. The plane leveled briefly.

Dammit, dammit, dammit. Dave, you okay? She had vertical control but nothing left or right. She reached for the throttle controls, sliding and pulling the levers back and forth gave her a very limited bank resulting in a small course correction. She would need more control to continue their flight.

Dave, I need help up here! she yelled over her shoulder.

Then she saw it.

The tip of a minor peak was growing in her field of view. Keanna desperately attempted to avoid the granite wall by turning the wheel again.

Nothing.

Pushing the left throttle forward and pulling back on the right the plane turned flat, slowing without banking, as a level horizon moved gradually across the windscreen. Gritting her teeth, Keanna leaned into the force generated by the engines as they screamed their objections, slowly turning the cargo plane while reducing airspeed. The lack of momentum and lowering one of the engines’ RPMs dropped the Fairchild dangerously close to the mountain.

Metal smashed as the plane spun a few degrees to the right. She didn’t have to see the flashing red light to realize the right side fuel tank was a debris field on the mountain crest now. The low fuel alarm joined the clamor as the next obstacle appeared in the window.

Gimme a fuckin’ break! Dave, where the hell are you!

Again Keanna pressed the throttle forward, this time the right one as she pulled the on the left. The plane moved slowly with grudging compliance in the direction she wished.

Oh, baby turn! Turn! She realized this peak was going to strike the wing. Dave, if you’re alive back there... BRACE!

The wing struck hard. Keanna felt every rivet tear like perforated cardboard as the wing caught the peak and sheared off. The plane lifted sharply to the right, the sudden loss of balancing weight pitched the cargo plane upward and on its side.

The engine on the short wing shook the entire plane. She saw the propeller wobble as the engine pod simply fell off the wing and plummeted toward the ground.

The plane spiraled and nosed downwards. Keanna had little choice but to tighten her seat harness and hope Dave had already done the same.

She felt a wave of nausea as the world outside tumbled like clothes in a dryer. Items she couldn’t identify battered her from all directions. Sparks and smoke from severed cables that had provided electrical life to the avionics added to the chaos. Alarms shrilled. Some died quickly with the abrupt denial of electricity, others persisted from backup battery power, still others sounded warped and labored.

Keanna held her arms tight to her body and closed her eyes. The sound of pallets, bags, and plastic bottles rumbled behind her. If Dave were still alive he would be hurt badly after this.

She was going to be sick. The spinning came faster and all she could do was wait for the end. With her eyes closed tightly she felt the plane again strike something and there was a sudden stop in the helpless spin. The Fairchild righted itself as the dying screams of shearing metal and the clattering of loose items filled the plane’s