Fun on an Airplane

Story:

Sierra was the perfect submissive. As a child, when sex was still a strange concept, she would lie in bed and fantasize about doctors coming into her bedroom and forcibly giving her shots. She was not sure why she dreamt of being medically examined under duress. Her family was strictly Catholic and Sierra attended a private Catholic school. When she was in fifth grade, she started to secretly purchase magazines that were forbidden by her family. She also started taking out books from the library that talked about sex and romance. In the summer of her ninth grade year, when Sierra was fourteen, she went on vacation to visit her grandparents and friends in New York . She and her family had lived there for twelve years. Excited to go to New York , she tried to get through the few weeks before her trip. Her grandparents were not much fun, but seeing her old friends made up for anything. Sierra craved more adventure in her life but never went beyond reading forbidden books and fantasizing.

As she traveled through the airport, she drew looks from men. Although only fifteen, she looked older and carried herself in a mature manner. She had long auburn hair and blue eyes. She was average height, 5”5, but often wore high heels. Her weight was 118 pounds. Her breast size was 34B and she was self-conscious, thinking that one breast was slightly larger than the other. Her waist was small and she had a curvy butt and hips that she constantly obsessed over, thinking they were far too large. In truth, they merely emphasized her femininity and attracted both men and women. She was often approached while waiting for a bus by groups of men asking if she was eighteen. She would respond with her true age, and she was often not believed.

As she boarded the airplane, Sierra was nervous. She was not used to flying and was terrified. Her seat was 19A, a window seat, just as requested. As she put her bag into the overhead bin, her top rode up, exposing her belly button and firm stomach. Embarrassed, she quickly tugged her shirt down and headed toward her seat. She sat down, making sure her knee-length pleated blue skirt was straight and that her button down white shirt was tucked in again. She apprehensively was crossing and uncrossing her legs, dreading take-off. Sierra hoped the people sitting next to her would be friendly, or maybe there would be no one sitting next to her so she could lie down. After ten minutes, a large African-American man smiled at her and sat down in the aisle seat. Sierra goggled; he was easily 6”7 and was pure muscle. His head was shaved and his teeth a blinding white. She glanced around and realized that the flight was mostly empty, she and the man were two of only six other people in the last twelve rows. He reminded Sierra of a man in the movie “Save The Last Dance”. She had a huge crush on the lead, Sean Patrick Thomas. He was a black man who she constantly fantasized about. Her friends made fun of her, saying that she should not be thinking about a ‘nigger'. The plane began to make its way down the tarmac, quickly picking up speed. Sierra gently whimpered in distress, causing the man to glance at her.

“Are you scared of flying?” Asked the man.

“Yes. I don't…I don't know why. I know its silly. I just…”

The man looked her over, noticing her perky tits, her firm legs, and the innocence that clung to her. The airplanes air-conditioner was on full blast, and her nipples pressed against the cotton of her shirt. Her pouty mouth shone with pale pink lip gloss, and her large blue eyes were full of fear. He also noticed that she was reading “Cosmopolitan”, hardly the kind of magazine he would expect her to be reading. He had an idea, but was not sure if it would work.

Part 2:

“I have some anti-nausea medication with me, its for people who get sick and nervous when they fly. Do you want me to give you some of the pills?”

Sierra hesitated, she was always told not to accept medication from strangers, and although she badly needed some relief from the sickness and anxiety that was clutching at her, she refused.

“Its all right.” Sierra said, “Thanks for the offer.”

“No problem” grinned the man. “By the way, my names Jeff. Whats yours?”

“Sierra”.

Just then the plane took off and Sierra started to softly cry.

“Oh my god, oh my god, jesus. Oh god.”

“Here's a water bottle, take the pills, they'll make you feel better. Its just anti-nausea medication.”

“All right,” sniffled Sierra.

She took the pills and leaned back in the chair. After a few minutes, she started to feel a lot better, but woozy.

Unbeknownst to her, she had been given GHB, a drug that would make her malleable to any commands, increase her sex drive, and take away some of her memory of whatever events would take place.

“Sierra.” Jeff said commandingly, “Look at me.” She looked over, puzzled.

“The pills I just gave you have Ecstasy in them, an illegal drug. When we land, I am going to report you to the police for taking drugs. They will arrest you. I am part of an operation that makes sure teenagers that break the laws are locked up.”

Stunned, Sierra just stared at him. “But…but…you t-told me it was anti-nausea medication!”

“Well who are they going to believe? I am hired by the police and you are just some teenager on an airplane. Besides, how old are you?”

“Fourteen. Oh my god, you can't do”

Jeff cut her off. “Yes I can. You are so young that no one will even listen to you once you are arrested. Your parents will be furious and humiliated, I bet they already think you are a bad kid. I can tell by what you are reading you rebel. You are wearing a gold cross and you are dressed modestly, but I'm sure that is just what you're parents make you do.”

Sierra's mind was slowed down by the GHB. She felt just like she did when she and her friend had stolen and drank some of her dad's whiskey. Dizzy, slightly stupid, and out of it. She was now panicking, tears rolling down her face, as she begged him not to tell the police.

Part 3:

“Please. You can't do this. I have never taken any drugs or anything like that. I can't be arrested, my parents will kill me. I'll be totally embarrassed, and my life will be ruined. Please. I'll do anything.”

Jeff smiled cruelly. “I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. It's my job. I have to turn you in. Besides, I don't really believe you will do anything .”

Sierra cried out, “No, I really will do anything you want. Just tell me what you want.”

“Well,” said Jeff, dragging out the word. “I guess there is one thing you could do…”

“What is it? I'll do anything.”

“You have to simply allow me to do whatever I want to you during this flight. When we land, we will get off the plane, and you will never see me again. I will not tell the police, and you will be free to do whatever you wish.”

“What do you mean, I don't understand…”

Jeff's face twisted and he hissed, “Do you agree or not, slut. Decide now, because in one minute, my offer will be canceled.”

“Ok. I will…do it.”

Being nighttime and the plane being mostly empty, it was almost total darkness unless you chose to turn on your individual light. No one was paying attention to the odd twosome in the back, and honestly, no one cared. It was dark and everyone was tired.

Jeff reached out and grabbed her hair, harshly yanking on it. “You will call me Master or Sir whenever you speak, otherwise I will punish you.”

Sierra had pain shooting through her skull from the vicious hand grasping her hair. “I'll do anything, Master.”

Just as suddenly as he had grabbed her, he let go and gently stroked her hair. “I know you will try your best. Just remember you must always address me as Master, and you must keep quiet. If you alert anyone to what we are doing, I will tell them I am arresting you and making sure you are subdued. No one will pay attention after that. Also, you are not a person for the next few hours. You will refer to yourself in third person. For instance, you will call yourself horny little slut.”

Jeff was quite confident that she was a stupid whore. If he was challenged by anyone on the flight, he would have no badge and the jig would be up. But he was quite sure that she was dumb enough to stay silent, after all, she was also drugged.

Sierra was terrified, but was also fascinated. She was not sure why, but her pussy was getting tingly and she was breathing faster. She glanced down and saw her nipples straining against her shirt.

Part 4:

Jeff looked at her, “I'm going to ask you questions, and you are going to answer them honestly. If you try to lie, I will know and you will be punished. Are you ready to begin?

”

Sierra nodded but quickly caught herself. “Yes, Master.”

Jeff nodded approvingly. “Are you a virgin?”

Sierra blushed, “Yes.”

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

“Once. But only for a few weeks.”

“How far did you let him go?”

Looking confused, she asked. “What…do you mean, Sir.”

“I mean, did you ever touch his cock? Did you touch your pussy? Did he finger your asshole?”

Now a bright red, she quickly shook her head. “No. Never. No. He just kissed me, but I didn't like it.”

At his blunt questions, Sierra started to feel horny. What did he mean ‘finger her asshole'? She hated addressing him as Master, but got a strange thrill out of it as well. Her panties felt soaked and she uncomfortably shifted in her seat. She wanted to go to sleep. Her head felt heavy and she was having trouble thinking straight. Ecstasy was a weird drug. She didn't know why people thought it was such a big deal.

“I will always address you by slut, whore, cunt, or cocksucker. Do you understand, cunt?”

“Yes, Sir. I have…”

“Do NOT speak without me giving you permission. Beg me for permission to speak, bitch. Also, you may not use the word ‘I', I let it go once, but from now on I will punish you.”

“Master, please, please let me speak.”

“That is not good enough. Nice try. Make the begging better.”

“Sir, your lowly cocksucker whore begs for permission to speak. Please let the bitch speak, she desperately wants to speak.”

“Fine. You may speak, slut.”

“The cunt really has to go to the bathroom. She has to pee.”

“No. You can't. Just hold it in.”

“The whore has to pee. She can't hold it. Please!”

Jeff reached over and quickly pinched her thigh with all his strength, while at the same time clamping his other large hand over her mouth, anticipated her shrill scream.

“Cocksucker, if you don't call me Master, it will just get worse. Now thank me for your punishment.”

Sobbing, Sierra nodded. “Thank you, Master for my punishment.”

“Good bitch. Good girl. What do your panties look like?”

“Uhhh… They are white and have a butterfly on the crotch, Sir.”

“I don't know if you are telling the truth. Maybe you are lying to me.”

“Your cocksucker is not lying, Master! I swear. That's what they look like. Cunt swears.”

“I don't know if I believe you. Take off your panties and hand them to me as proof.”

Sierra knew her panties were soaking wet with her arousal and she was humiliated to show him. But she was terrified of being punished again, so she slowly started sliding her hands up her thighs.

“Do it faster. I want to see them NOW.” She quickly slid the panties down her legs and handed them to Jeff. Jeff smirked as her trembling hand handed over the panties.

“You were not lying about the design, but you did not tell me you were a bad horny slut and got them all wet.”

“Sorry, Master. Slut didn't…Cunt didn't mean to do it. She just…”

“What, this turns you on? That makes you a slut. A whorish little cunt.”

The captain turns on the intercom, jolting Sierra. “This is the captain speaking; we are now cruising at approximately thirty five thousand feet. We will be arriving in New York in about sixty three minutes; due to the shortness of the flight, drinks will not be served.”

Part 5:

“Master, can your whore ask a question?”

“What do you want, cocksucker?”

“Sir, I really…I really need to pee. I drank a lot in the airport and I did not have a chance to use the restroom, please. Please, your horny slut needs to use the bathroom.”

“Since you begged so nicely, I will allow you to pee after I finger your asshole.”

Shocked, Sierra froze in horror. “Sir, you mean you want to…Jesus. No.”

“You do not say no to me. No nasty little cunt says no to me. Just for that, I will not be as gentle with you. I will also make you wait longer before I will allow you to pee.”

“Master, your cunt is sorry. Please. I will be happy for you to…to finger my asshole.”

“And…?”

“I also…I will be happy to wait until I am allowed to pee. Sir.”

Sierra squirmed in her chair. Despite herself and her shame, she was getting even wetter. She desperately wanted to touch her pussy and her nipples, but knew that her Master would not allow it. She could feel her skirt getting damp with the musky scent of her arousal, and was humiliated. She urgently needed to pee. She was not sure if she could hold it in much longer. It was nauseating to have to beg to urinate. She felt a pathetic little baby.

Jeff grinned. So far, so good. She really was a pathetic cunt. He knew she was a virgin and he was getting horny just thinking about getting his hands all over that body. He wanted to finger her asshole and cum in her mouth. She had no idea how bad it was going to get. He couldn't push her over the edge though. If she lost it, he would get fucked. Once the stewardesses were alerted, it was over.

Jeff moved to the middle seat and raised the hand-rest. “Take off your skirt and put it under the seat. Then I want you to lay your head on my lap. You will pick up the blanket and spread it over yourself, so it just looks like my girlfriend is lying in my lap. No one will see your face, as your hair will be covering it. If you do not move, the blanket will cover you and no one will know that you are a disgusting whore.”

Sierra did not think she could handle it. The only thing keeping her from screaming was the threat of arrest and the drug. Although it why she was being blackmailed, she was feeling pretty good from the E. She wanted to be touched, but not by him. He was sexy…and although she was disgusted with herself, she wanted to obey him. It reminded her of her medical fantasies when she was a little girl.

When she lay on him in the proper position, Jeff started to have his fun. She was trembling, but at the same time, desperately craved stimulation.

“Before we start, open your mouth.”

Sierra obediently opened her glossy lips hesitantly. Jeff quickly stuffed her wet panties into her mouth. Anticipating her gagging and revulsion, he stroked her hair reassuringly. “This is to help you keep quiet. If you start to choke, breathe slowly through your mouth.”

Jeff put his large ebony hand under the flimsy airline blanket and stroked the smooth globes of her ass. He squeezed the resilient flesh and slowly dragged a finger down the shadowy crack until he reached her anus. Sierra jolted, and he held her down with a whispered warning. “Remember. Be sure not to make a sound.”

He took out his hand from the blanket and pressed his finger into her drooling mouth until it was slick with her spit. He then reached back into the blanket and slowly slid his finger into her anus. He could only get the tip of his finger in before her virgin anus started to press against him in desperation. Nothing had ever been pushed up into her asshole, and she was trying urgently to make sure nothing ever would be. Ignoring her futile actions to expel his finger, he pressed passed the sphincter and slowly eased his finger up into her slick, damp rectum. He knew he was causing her tremendous pain from the way her body was clenched, but he also knew the GHB was taking the edge off. With his other hand, he played with her rosebud. He viciously pinched it and then rubbed it soothingly. Swirling her finger in her asshole, he felt the tissues of her body clamping on his finger in a fruitless effort to stop him. He slowly inserted a second finger into her rectum. Sierra mumbled frantically through the gag.

“I know you don't like this. I don't care, whore. Stay still and it'll be over faster.” Using the hand he had used to play with her rosebud, he unzipped her fly and started to jack off. She was in the perfect position for the tip of his cock to rub against her drooling mouth. He rubbed himself as he thrust his rigid cock into her panty drool filled mouth.

He slowly finger fucked her tiny asshole with his large black fingers. Soon, he was thrusting them faster and faster, knowing he was causing her body to cramp in agony. He was getting closer to cumming and whispered in her ear.

“I am going to take out the panties and I am going to cum into your mouth. You are going to hold it in your mouth until I tell you differently.”

Jeff pulled the panties out of her mouth and thrust his 9 inch cock down her throat. As she gagged and her throat closed around him, he came in hot spurts, filling her mouth with gooey white fluid.

Pulling his fingers out of her asshole, her rectum made a small farting noise and Sierra cringed. She was holding the revolting semen in her mouth and even worse, she was feeling very close to cumming and peeing.

“Now swallow.” Sierra struggled to get the liquid down her throat. It was getting stuck and tasted horrible. After a few swallows, she managed to down it.

“Good cunt. Now thank me.”

“Sir, thank you for fingering my asshole and letting me swallow your cum. Your lowly cocksucker does not deserve the honor.”

Part 6:

“You want to pee, don't you?”

“Please, Master. I desperately need to pee.”

“So pee. You have permission.”

Sierra started to sit up, expecting to be allowed to visit the bathroom.

“Uh-uh. No. You are peeing right here on the seat.”

Sierra started to snivel until snot was pouring out of her nose and mixed with the drool and cum that was still caked on her chin and cheeks.

“Please, Master. P-please.”

“Do it.”

Jeff pressed his hand directly on her bladder, causing the inevitable to occur. Sierra started to piss herself, the blanket, and the seat. Sitting in her piss, Sierra felt the warm liquid surround her body, trickle down to her anus, and soak into the seat. The acrid scent made her want to vomit.

“We are done now. There are only about thirty minutes left to the flight. You are to sit here in your urine until we land. I am going to sit next to you to make sure you do not move. When we land, I will give you back your skirt and I will leave.”

Grateful for his mercy, she kissed his hand. “Thank you, Master. Thank you.”

Her clit was itching and she wanted to touch her soft pussy, but he was going to be watching. After the flight, Sierra was given her skirt and ran to the airport bathroom. She tried to clean herself the best she could with the tissues. Her asshole throbbed, but she was grateful that she was not being arrested. She quickly shoved her fingers up her pussy and stroked herself until she came, fantasizing about Jeff.

Her grandparents were waiting after she collected her baggage.

“Honey! How was your flight?” Inquired her grandmother.

Already forgetting much of the flight, she responded, “It was fine.”