Chapter 1: Introduction
I looked up at David, hoping for some respite, but he wasn't paying attention. He was lost in his own fantasy, and I felt a pang of jealousy in my heart.
But the owner's wife caught my eye again, and I noticed her subtle attempts to communicate with me. I wondered if she too was trapped in a situation similar to mine. Was she too powerless to escape, forced to submit to her desires, just like I was?
She was covered in her own saliva and David's cum, David's cock still exporing her throat. He finally with a final thrust pulled out himself from her mouth.
Her face was limp; she looked spent and defeated. The room echoed with the sounds of breathing, the sound of blood rushing in the ears; the tangible smell of arousal and humiliation lingered in the air.
The owner's wife groaned, her body quivering with the aftermath of pleasure and exhaustion; David stepped aside to give her room to breathe. He watched her intently. He found her expression captivating; she looked vulnerable yet powerful.
He gave her no time to relax, he pulled her up, making her stand, pushed her on the leather seat, spreading her legs wide, he positioned himself between her legs, placing her gag back in her mouth.
I could see her eyes, pleading for help but there was no one to save her now.
David pushed his cock inside the owner's wife's pussy, with a deep thrust. Her pain was evident as she let out a sharp cry, but it was muffled by the bulky gag in her mouth.
I could see tears streaming down her face as David repeatedly thrust into her, his hips moving with a rhythm that was both savage and satisfying.
The cold metal plane floor was drenched in sweat as both David and the owner's wife writhed in pleasure. Her bound body was splayed across the seat, her screams echoing throughout the plane. I could tell that it was not a position that she had chosen. But still, she arched her back, meeting each thrust with her own rhythm, her body practically glowing with her desire.
The owner pulled me by my arm, and whispered, "Dont look at her. Its your turn now."
The owner's voice cut through the noise, reminding me that I was far from safe. He pushed me towards the seat. I stumbled forward, my legs weak and unsteady. I sank down onto the leather seat, embarrassment flooding my cheeks as I realized that the fabric was still wet from the melted icecube that owner's had pushed into me.
With a swift, almost impatient motion, the owner pulled down my panty, leaving me exposed.
I felt his gaze intensify, his eyes seeming to drink in every inch of my exposed skin, burning with a desire that made me both uncomfortable and aroused.
"Good girl," he murmured, his hand gently caressing my thigh. "You're so ready for me."
I couldn't help but whimper at his words, feeling an unbearable mixture of shame and arousal wash over me. I was terrified of what was about to come, yet I couldn't deny the excitement building up inside me. I only feared one thing. The owner made me drink 5 bottles of champagne, and i wanted to pee badly. what if in his first thrust, I couldn't control anymore and exploded.
The thought made me cringe, leaving me with an intensified need to pee. I tried to communicate it to the owner, hoping he would spare a moment for me to relieve myself. But the way his eyes were glazed with lust, it was clear that he was waiting for this moment.
"Please Daddy! I need to pee really bad," I begged.
He snarled at me, but I could see that my words had struck a nerve. I knew I was playing a risky game, pushing him in this way.
"Seriously. If you need to pee that bad," he touched my folds, "Then I think you are ready to make my monster inside you puppy." His thumb started massaging my clit, and I moaned out loud despite my embarrassment. My body was betraying me, as it throbbed with each caress. The pleasure was almost unbearable, but I knew that my urge to pee would only intensify the sensation.
I looked at the owner with pleading eyes. "Daddy, please! I can't hold it anymore. I need to use the restroom."
"What do you think this is? A fucking toilet break?" He sneered. "You are mine now, puppy. Your body belongs to me," he said with an unyielding tone.
His fingers continue to massage my aching clit, and I couldn’t help but moan loudly, his deep, penetrating words hitting me hard right in the core.
"But, daddy, please. I really need to pee," I pleaded, sounding embarrassed and defeated all at once.
He pushed his thumb inside my folds. "I love puppies beg for mercy. If you pee without my permission, I will take your asshole without any lube. You have to decide," He said.
The urgency in his command was unmistakable. My bladder was full, the pressure building with each passing second. I knew that if I didn't relieve myself soon, there would be an embarrassing accident.
But the weight of the situation was overwhelming. The lavatory was across the plane, and I would have to navigate past the passengers and crew to get there. And what if the owner followed me? The thought filled me with dread.
"Take me daddy," I begged.
I closed my eyes, feeling the heat of his gaze on me. The anticipation was building.
I felt a hand on the back of my neck, the thumb gently stroking me. I could feel his hot breath on my ear.
"Make a sound and you'll regret it, puppy," he warned, his voice a low growl. I nodded in response, trying to keep my breathing steady. The weight of what I was about to do was slowly sinking in, but there was no turning back now.
I let out a sigh of relief as the cool air hit my wet skin, but that sensation quickly turned to fear as I felt a rough hand on my cheek.
I opened my eyes to see the owner's smug smirk. He gripped my chin and whispered, "You're making this harder than it needs to be, puppy."
I felt David's eyes on me, and I knew he was watching, judging. I could hear the owner's wife letting out a soft sob from across the plane, and I wanted to comfort her, but I knew I couldn't. We were trapped in our own personal hell, each stuck in our own twisted fantasies.
I was caught in the owner's lecherous grasp, while David was lost in the thrill of dominating the owner's wife.
The owner's grip on my chin tightened as he reached for his belt buckle. I was dizzy with fear and desperation, unsure of what would happen next. He took off his cloths and then ripped my bra off.
His eyes held a sinister glow as he looked me up and down, hungrily taking in my exposed form.
"Please stop," I managed to choke out. But my heart wasn't in it. The truth was, I wanted him to do whatever he wanted with me, no matter how humiliating or painful it would be. I was his puppy, and I craved his treatment, his dominance.
He cupped my breasts in his hands and squeezed them hard, eliciting a gasp from me. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine in a searing kiss.
"You dont want to pee?" He asked.
He knew the answer already. I could find no words to convey the indescribable mixture of emotions coursing through my veins at that moment. Fear, excitement, shame, desire. I had never felt more exposed or vulnerable in my entire life, and yet I couldn't deny the thrill running through my body as his lips met mine in a deep, passionate kiss.
"I can't hold it in anymore," I murmured against his lips, a lone tear slipping down my cheek.
The owner looked at me with a mix of desire and amusement, as if he was enjoying watching me squirm. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and that made me feel even more helpless.
"Please, I need to go to the bathroom," I begged, my voice shaking with emotion.
But the owner didn't budge. Instead, he reached for my bound wrists and pulled me closer, his erection pressing against me through his pants.
I looked up at him, feeling utterly powerless.