Chapter 20 - Marla Takes A Trip
Lovely Marla was excited. It was like a dream come true! A mathematics
scholarship to study at the University Of Waterloo in Canada - world famous for
it's Faculty Of Mathematics! She could hardly believe it when Eddy had told her
about winning the Lovelace Scholarship.
Everything was working out beautifully. The only trouble was that she had to
pack and leave immediately, but her room-mate had wanted her boyfriend to move
in anyway. Marla's leaving facilitated this nicely.
Marla went to the airport. Her ticket was for a small airline that she had
never heard of - Dolcett Airways. She was on a Club X One Way Excursion Fare -
whatever that was. Eddy had arranged it.
The detector she had to walk through looked like it was a lot more
sophisticated than other metal detectors she had seen. From the intent way the
guys were looking at it when she went through, she wondered if they could tell
what color her thong was.
The beautiful ticket clerk welcomed her with a big, friendly smile.
"Oh! This is a very exclusive airline! Each passenger is escorted aboard
individually to her seat. These gentleman will show you the way."
Two very large and muscular hunks smiled warmly at her. Marla was enchanted.
"This way, ma'am!"
She was escorted down a tunnel. She stepped through a doorway. Marla jumped,
badly startled as the large steel door slammed shut loudly behind her. An
aristocratic beauty clad entirely in black leather from her spike heeled boots
to her black leather gloves looked at her coldly. The leather clad aristocrat
was a classic Leather Bitch.
The Leather Bitch held up a prod with two electrodes at the end. She pressed
the button and the electrodes sparked wickedly.
"OK, bitch, listen up! This is an electric prod designed specifically for
use on human beings. Would you like a taste of it?"
Marla could hardly breath, her eyes wide with fear.
"Uh, no thanks. What's happening here?"
"What's happening is that you're being kidnapped. Women are far more
sensitive to electric shock than men, so this is the ideal device for handling
them. I'm going to be generous and give you a choice: either you co-operate or I
zap you."
"Uh, I'll co-operate. Believe me, you won't have to use that thing!"
The Leather Bitch smirked.
"Strip! You can keep the high heels and stockings on. Everything else has to
go. Just fold it up neatly and put it in that box."
Marla hesistated. The Leather Bitch sparked the prod and took a threatening
step towards her. Marla started unbuttoning.
"OK! OK! I'll do it. You don't have to zap me!"
Marla folded her skirt and blouse neatly and put them in the box. She looked
at her two muscular escorts who were watching with interest.
"Um, can I keep my bra and panties on?"
The Leather Bitch raised a pencil thin eyebrow.
"Were my instructions unclear? What did I say, bitch?"
"Um, you said strip down to my high heels and stockings."
"Have you done that yet?"
"Uh, not exactly."
The Leather Bitch sparked the wicked-looking prod impatiently.
"Better get cracking then!"
Taking a deep breath, Marla uncupped her spectacular breastworks and peeled
the thong out of the crack of her glorious ass. The Leather Bitch held out a
rubber ball with a studded leather strap through the center.
"Put the rubber ball in your mouth and buckle the strap snugly behind your
head."
Marla did it, although the large rubber ball was a tight fit and stretched
her jaws achingly wide. The Leather Bitch smirked.
"Follow me to your seat."
She led the way onto the plane. Marla followed obediently, the two goons
behind giving her no real choice.
Once inside the plane, pretty Marla was deeply shocked. Each seat was
occupied by a ball gagged, naked beauty strapped firmly in place, legs spread
wide, all her charms lewdly displayed.
"Sit!"
Marla sat. The seat had a hole in the center and a self-flushing toilet
underneath. Ankle and thigh straps kept her legs spread nicely. Wrist cuffs
attached to the back of the seat. The lap strap was snugged down tightly across
her hips. A thick collar attached her neck to the base of the headrest. A strap
across her forehead pinned her head to the headrest. The Leather Bitch gestured
at a familiar, well-used beauty in the next seat.
"I believe you already know Lisa. Unfortunately, no conversation is
permitted during the flight. The movie for your in-flight entertainment is a
delightful little number called 'Snuffed Muff'. I believe the title says it all.
You're the last one. Enjoy the flight!"
She ran her fingers playfully up the inside of Marla's quivering thigh and
along her cuntlips. She grinned lewdly, gave a dirty little snigger indeed and
left to take her seat. As the plane began to taxi to the runway, all lovely
Marla could hear above the sound of the jet engines were soft moans of fear, the
pretty tinkle of bladders being emptied and the toilets flushing themselves...
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