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I was sorry to say good bye to the island, Steve had been a good host and I’d learned a lot. Sukie had been agreeable company – I was partly sorry that I wouldn’t be abe to scrape together the asking price. Still there was work to do and so I was very pleased to have the offer of flight back in a private jet owned by one of Steve’s associates.
I’d imagined a Lear Jet or a Citation but
when I turned up at the airport and found my way to the departure lounge I
found we were boarding something the size of a Boeing 737. There was about a dozen of us in the lounge including, I noticed,
the short sighted man from the Sales Centre that had bought Rebecca. He was
talking to a tall, blonde woman. She wore a dark blue uniform suit and carried
a peaked cap. Our pilot, I thought. She gave him a curt nod and headed off
towards the plane.
Boeing Business Jet, it said on the side of
the ‘plane and while it might have looked like a pretty ordinary small-sized
airliner on the outside, the inside was very different.
We were greeted at the doorway by a smartly
dressed flight attendant and shown inside to something that looked more like a
gentleman’s club than the usual seat warehouse. There were small clusters of
seats, perhaps 20 in all, couches and tables, a large bar and plenty of space
to walk around. I took an empty seat and sat back while the rest of my fellow
passengers went through their rituals of stowing their bags and getting
comfortable.
There were three flight attendants. I
wasn’t entirely surprise to see that two of them were Rebecca and Amanda.
Neither of them appeared to recognise me.
The girl who had welcomed us on board
introduced herself as Elaine, our senior flight attendant, and began the usual
safety demonstration. Rebecca was in the front part of the cabin pointing out
the exits and doing her bit with the oxygen mask and the lifejacket. Just like
on most business flights the passengers carried on reading newspapers or
magazines or talking amongst themselves, paying scant
attention to what was being said. As the safety demonstration came to a close,
though I was suddenly conscious that the passengers were paying attention to
what was being said, putting their papers down and stopping their own
conversations.
Elaine was still talking from the front of
the aircraft as we started to push back from the terminal. “Gentlemen, I hope
you will join me in welcoming two new crew members today,” she said. “They are
both having their first flight with us today, so I would like to introduce
them, In the front cabin we have Rebecca and in the
back cabin Amanda. Although they are new to us they are both experienced cabin
crew and will be able to deliver our usual range of in-flight services. Rebecca
and Amanda are joined by Brenda who some of you that have flown before with us
will all ready know.”
That was nice, I thought, I’d never had
Becky wait on me hand and foot in the air, or at home come to that.
“And of course gentlemen that includes the
usual range of massages and sexual services. Please just ask your attendant for
anything you require. Amanda, Becky, if you could show our guests what is
available.” Rebecca appeared to hesitate for a moment. Elaine stared at her.
“Please Rebecca, I think you know what to do.”
She turned back to face us, unbuttoned her
dark blue jacket and removed it. The white shirt she wore beneath it was sheer
and it was clear that beneath it she wore a quarter cup bra that forced her
tits up, pushing her nipples against the tight sheer fabric of the blouse. She took
off the blouse and put that with her jacket. Without pausing she unzipped her
skirt and stepped out of it revealing garter belt, stockings and a thong. She
put the skirt with her other clothes and walked slowly up and down the aisle
between the seats. I heard some approving grunts from my fellow passengers. She
walked through into the rear cabin. Amanda, having stripped in the same way,
came through to our cabin giving us all a good look at her talents. She
returned the back and Rebecca rejoined us.
Elaine spoke again. “There we are
gentlemen. Just press the call button by your seats for anything you require. Thank you girls.” Rebecca and Amanda put their clothes on
again. The aircraft had reached the runway. “Flight attendants, seats for take
off please,” she said. The girls strapped themselves in the jump seats just
inside the cabin door and the ‘plane started down the runway with the usual
combination of disconcerting thumps, bangs and roaring noises. Moments later we
were airborne, wheels and flaps up, heading back towards
Most of my fellow passengers were busy on
their lap tops by the time the plane levelled out. Rebecca and Amanda, jackets
off, wandered through the cabin offering drinks. Nobody seemed keen to follow
up on Elaine’s offer. I felt it was churlish not to; besides it was an
opportunity to fulfil a long-held fantasy.
Rebecca placed the drink I’d asked for on
the table beside me. I looked up at her. “You don’t remember me do you?” I
asked as she stared blankly at me.
“No, Sir. Should I? This is my first
flight. Have you flown with us before?”
“No, that’s all right. I thought I
remembered you from before you worked here.”
“Oh, no, Sir. I’ve only worked for this airline.”
I wasn’t sure that I followed the logic but
I could see that whatever had happened to her during her training had blotted
out any memory of her previous life.
“That’s all right,” I said, “it must be my mistake.” I took a sip from my drink. “I heard
that you are available to us during the flight. Is that right?”
Yes of course Sir. I can entertain you here
in your seat or there is a bed in a cubicle towards the back of the ‘plane.”
“No. Go to the washroom but leave the door
unlocked. You can entertain me in there.” There was a long time fantasy that I
now had the chance to turn into reality.
“But Sir, surely the cubicle would be more
comfortable.”
“Perhaps but I’d like to take you in the
washroom, thank you.”
“Of course Sir, if that’s what you desire.
I’ll just return this tray to the galley.”
I watched her arse as she walked back to
the galley. She emerged a moment later and went to the washroom. I followed her
in. It was fairly spacious compared with a regular flight but even so there
wasn’t too much room. “Right,” I said pushing her back against the door and
sliding the lock closed, “you’re going to get fucked.”
“Sir, there’s no need to force me. I’m
expected to look after the passengers as I said.”
“No need perhaps, but maybe I like it that
way. Give me your belt.”
“Very good sir,” she said, doing as she was
ordered.
I wrapped the thin strap around her wrists
and knotted it. I hoisted her hands over her head and tied them to the coat
hook on the back of the washroom door. She gave a short, “Oh!”
I grabbed a handful of paper towels from
the dispenser and jammed them into her mouth. “Shut up, bitch,” I said as I
pulled her blouse from her skirt and unbuttoned it. She squealed as I pinched
and squeezed at her tits. I put my hand over her lips and she choked and
coughed as it pushed the wad of towels deeper into her mouth.
I swung her around and dragged her skirt up
over her hips. I pulled her pants down around her knees. Her arse was framed by
her garter belt and stockings. I took her from behind, grunting as I pushed my
cock inside her lifting her up on her toes as I pushed up under her. She
whimpered into the paper gag as I came. It was great.
I pulled the gag from her mouth and let her
wrists off the coat hook, she fell to her knees on the floor, sobbing. “Clean
me up,” I ordered.
She looked up at me and composed herself. “Of course, Sir. I won’t be a moment.” She reached for my
cock and took it in her mouth. Licking and sucking the cum
from it. It didn’t take long before I was erect again but I knew from long
experience that there wasn’t much point in her carrying on. She’d had as much
of my juice as there was likely to be for a while.
“That’s enough,” I said pushing her back on
her heels as I zipped my fly. I turned my back on her, left her on the floor of
the washroom and returned to my seat. I wasn’t very proud of myself, I guess,
but I had enjoyed it.
Rebecca followed me a little later, having
dressed herself and reapplied her make up. She made her way between the seats
again asking if the passengers wanted drinks. A fat, florid, red haired man a
little way away from me started a conversation with her. She returned wearing
her uniform jacket, hat and gloves. Soon
she was on her knees gobbling greedily at his cock, while the man toyed with
her hair.
As she finished and got to her feet I
pressed the call button. She looked up and walked slowly over to me. Her make
up was messed again and there were splatters of the man’s cum on her blouse
where it had dribbled from her chin. She seemed unconcerned. “Can I help you,
Sir?” she asked.
“Another vodka when you have a minute, please,” I said.
“Of course, Sir, I’ll just be a minute if
that’s all right.”
“That’s fine,” I said.
The short sighted man came through from the
back of the ‘plane and sat down beside me. He held out his hand. “Narod
Jesper,” he said by way of introduction. “I think these two are pretty good
value, don’t you?” he said nodding towards Rebecca.
“It must have been handy for you to be able
to get two fully trained cabin crew for this, Mr
Jesper.”
“Cheaper than training them myself,” he chortled. “But that’s the great thing about auctions, you can pick up some real bargains. It’s a lot
easier than recruiting them myself like I did with the other one - what’s her
name? - Brenda. Anyway, how’s your work
for Clegg coming along?”
“Interesting.” I said. “I’m learning a lot and the benefits are good. Oh, thanks
for the flight, by the way. And the in-flight services.”
“That’s OK, happy to do you the favour. I’d
rented out some hold space to Freddie on this trip anyway. He had a couple of
packages he needed back in the
“Are all the passengers buyers?” I asked.
“I couldn’t possibly say,” Jesper replied, with a chuckle. “That would be most indiscrete. But if you were to see any of these people at one of Mr Clegg’s little events I wouldn’t be at all surprised. Why do you ask?”
“Well,” I said, looking around, “I’d say the profile of people here is a bit different to the one’s I’ve seen at Freddie’s. There’s what, a third of them women? And a third under thirty?
“Yes, something like that. I’m afraid that the more mature buyer like myself will soon be in the minority.”
“I thought so,” I said. “Interesting.”
“I’m sure that I might be able to persuade one or other of them to chat if it would help your research. They’re often pleased to have a chance to sound off. Unless you’re planning to sleep off your bout of exercise?”
“No, not just yet. I’ll get some sleep later on but if you can introduce me I’d like to get another perspective.”
“OK, I’ll see what I can do.”
He headed off into the rear cabin. A few
minutes later a rather dumpy woman put her head around the partition, obviously
looking for someone. It turned out to be me. “You’d be Larry,” she said, sitting
down heavily in the seat next to me. She held out a rather limp hand. “Daphne
Challis,” she said in a quiet
“Did he say what about?” I looked at her. She was overweight and didn’t carry it well. She wore a rather muddy brown tweed jacket and skirt. Her greasy hair hung lankly to her shoulders. She was sucking on the stub of an unlit cigar. I guessed it was some consolation on a 6 hour non-smoking flight. She reached up and pressed the call button.
“Uh, yes,” she said. Rebecca appeared in response to the call. “Gin and tonic for me,” she said. “Anything for you?” I shook my head. “And some nuts or crisps, snacks.” She turned back towards me as Rebecca left us. “I guess I don’t look like your idea of a lady slave owner.”
I shrugged my shoulders. Actually, she didn’t look my idea of a lady anything.
“Well, whatever. It wasn’t what I thought I was going to do either. I just needed some help around the house and a friend suggested they could get me some that would very attentive help. Turned out it involved owning rather than hiring. I was happy with that; too much legislation over employees these days. I guess I’m a fairly typical buyer that way, I have three or four at any one time. Trade them in when I get bored or they prove unsuitable.”
Rebecca returned with Daphne’s drink and snacks on a tray. She picked up the glass and grabbed greedily at the nuts and biscuits with her other hand. Rebecca went to leave. “No, wait,” said Daphne, putting her drink back on the tray and grabbing another handful of nuts. Rebecca stood patiently by.
“Are these males or females,” I asked. I hadn’t seen Clegg dealing in male slaves but I guessed that it was possible, if there was a market.
“I’d intended men originally,” she said. “and that would have been really easy. Just advertise yourself as some dominatrix and they line up. And pay you for it too!” She looked disgusted and crammed some more nuts in. “I tried a couple. Hopeless. They just need too much attention. I haven’t got the time. And besides I decided I quite liked a little female company. This one,” she took a sip from her drink and pointed to Rebecca, “is a real treasure, isn’t she?” I watched as Daphne’s free hand pushed up under Rebecca’s skirt and started fondling her arse. Rebecca’s nipples stiffened visibly under her blouse. “I like them like this,” she said. “Good tits, nice arse. I keep my house slaves corseted and bare breasted, they need to look good.” Her hand came out from Rebecca’s skirt to grab some more nuts.
Maybe they need to look good, I thought, but I didn’t think I‘d like to see her naked with the rate she was going through the snacks. “So, have you bought any from Clegg?”
“No,” she said. “It’s all a bit of a boy’s club isn’t it? Well, old man’s club really, no disrespect. Just a bit behind the times the way they do things. I spend my time making money or enjoying it, I haven’t got time to waste going off to his auctions. There’s easier and better ways to get hold of what I need. Mind you I like Brits as slaves, they seem to have the whole behaving respectfully thing down to a fine art. Clegg’s got a good reputation for British merchandise. If I really wanted a British item specifically then maybe it’d be worth the trouble.”
“So no one from there has ever talked to you about the things they can do?”
“No, I can’t say they have. I mean I know Clegg’s got some good snatch teams and some good intelligence gathering too by all accounts but they’ve never approached me that I remember.”
“Well, thanks,” I said. “That’s a help.”
“That’s OK. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to get a bit of sleep before we reach the other end.” With that she got to her feet, brushing the crumbs she had dropped into her lap down onto the floor. She looked at the debris and then at Rebecca. “You’d better clean that up, girl.”
“Of, course, Ma’am,” Rebecca responded respectfully, “I’ll do it straight away.”
“Good,” Daphne responded, “and when you’ve done come back to my seat. I’ve thought of something that will help me get off to sleep.” Rebecca disappeared. “Daphne turned for the after cabin. “Call me sometime if you start doing anything interesting. Clegg’s got my number.” She picked up her gin, drained the last drop, pulled the slice of lemon from the glass and sucked it clean. “You never know, we might be able to do some business.”
As she went back to her seat the third stewardess appeared beside my seat. I looked up at her, “Brenda Alexander”, her badge said.
“Hi,” she said in a warm Texan drawl. “I just wanted to make sure you were enjoying the flight, Sir. And to see if there was anything more that I or the other girls could do for you.”
I decided to take advantage of the fact that I hardly felt like sleeping. “Yes,” I said there is. “Come and talk to me for a moment.”
Brenda looked surprised by the suggestion.
“Have a seat,” I said.
“I’m not really supposed to sit down with the passengers, Sir,” she replied. “I could kneel here if that would be alright.” I nodded and she did so.
“I know how Rebecca and Amanda came to be here,” I said. “How about you? Were you bought at auction like them? Tell me.”
The short sighted man was passing my seat. Brenda looked up at him, concerned. “That’s all right, Brenda, tell him anything he wants to know. And if there’s anything else he wants, see to that too. You know the rules.”
“Yes, of course, Sir,” she said. He nodded
and went on forward. She folded her hands in her lap and began. “Well, it seems
a silly story, really. I don’t know there is much to tell. I was working for
another airline, mainly short haul flights around the south western
“Go on,” I said.
“Well, I very nearly didn’t get to the interview. It was in a hotel on the airfield I was flying into and I’d arranged to go straight over to the hotel when I landed. Anyway there was a flight delay, air traffic control problems, we were an hour late in landing. I tried ringing the number they had given me as soon as I got down but couldn’t get through. I thought I’d missed my chance. I practically ran through the terminal building and across the car park lot. I was still in my uniform, I’d intended to change but I just didn’t have the time.”
“OK,” I said. “Look while you tell me this, open your blouse. I got a good look at Rebecca and Amanda at the start of the flight but you must have been in the rear cabin.
“I was looking after Mr Jesper,” she said, apparently embarrassed but starting to unfasten her blouse nevertheless. I had a good idea of what ‘looking after Mr Jesper’ would mean. She looked up at me as she finished opening her blouse. I nodded approvingly at the sight of her tits. “Should I unfasten my bra as well, Sir?” she asked.
“Yes please, Brenda, that would be excellent. Then put your hands behind your back, please.” I watched as she did so and then urged her to continue with her tale.
“Well I got to the suite they were using for interviews. There was a receptionist that tried to fob me off, that they’d finished, and they had already offered the job to someone. But I wasn’t going to be put off. I pushed by and into the suite of rooms they were using for interviews. The first two rooms were empty and then I burst into the third room. There were two men in there. I’d obviously startled them, they turned round suddenly. I saw there was a girl slumped in the chair beside them. It was Elaine although I didn’t know her then of course. I don’t know how I could have been so stupid looking back. Is she alright, I said, I’ve had first aid training. Can I help? I was just so keen to help I didn’t think what might have happened. Anyway the first man said that she’d suddenly fainted or something and could I do anything. I bent over the girl and went to check her breathing. I heard the two men say something. I’m not sure what but now I realise they were agreeing to take me as well. Then I felt a sharp pain in my backside and everything went black.”
“I see,” I was pleased by her frankness. I reached out for one of her nipples and squeezed it. She gave a short gasp but didn’t pull away. “Go on.”
“Well when I woke up I couldn’t move. They’d tied the two of us up. We were laying back to back, my hands were tied in front of Elaine’s waist, hers in front of mine, They’d roped our ankles together as well. My mouth was stuffed full of something and all I could do was grunt and whimper, whatever they’d used it was tied into my mouth with a rope that went around Elaine’s mouth as well, whenever I tried to move my head, the back of her head banged against mine.. I caught sight of the two of us in a mirror on the far side of the room. They’d strapped tape across my mouth too. The two of us were wriggling and struggling but it didn’t do too much good. Then the two men and the receptionist came back in. They were arguing about me. The receptionist was furious, she was saying that they were only supposed to collect one and that the whole expensive exercise was in danger of being a complete shambles. The man bent down beside me and pulled my skirt up. Look at the legs, he said. Too good to let those go. The other man bent down beside me and tugged at my shirt. Nice tits too, he said. come on she’s worth bringing along too. The receptionist seemed to relent and said that it would probably be all right but that she’d have to clear it. The men said if she didn’t want me they’d find a way of making use of me. I can’t remember when I’ve been so scared. Anyway…”
She was about to continue when Elaine, the senior stewardess appeared. “I’m sorry to interrupt, Sir,” she said. “But Mr Jesper said when you have finished with Brenda he’d like to see her in the cubicle.”
Brenda looked uncomfortable. “I really should go,” she said.
“That’s all right,” I said. “I can hardly deny the owner his pleasures.”
“Thank you, Sir,” said Elaine. “Can I get you one of the other girls?”
“No,” I said, “that’s fine.” I watched as Elaine helped Brenda to her feet. She made no attempt to button her blouse. Elaine reached up to the overhead locker and pulled out a seat belt demonstration strap. She pulled it around Brenda’s neck and used it to lead the girl as if on a leash towards the back of the plane.
Whatever else I had learned on this trip it was clear that Jesper had got a bargain from the auction – Rebecca and Amanda had to have been cheaper for him than commissioning a pick up like the one he’d used for Brenda and Elaine. I was beginning to feel that Freddie was being taken advantage of and I couldn’t imagine that he would be pleased by the idea.
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