by Ella Ford
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by Ella Ford
SubAir: Girls In Training
SubAir: Taken In The Cockpit
SubAir: Lesbian Layover
Her Birthday Gift To Me
The Night Of One Hundred Lesbians
How I Became Her Pet
Dominating Summer
Taken By The General
The Alpha Exchange
Copyright © 2015 Ella Ford. All rights reserved.
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First published 2015 by Second Wolf Publishing
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. All characters are 18 or over. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
Girls in Training
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Epilogue
Taken In The Cockpit
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Epilogue
Lesbian Layover
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Epilogue
Her Birthday Gift To Me
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
The Night Of One Hundred Lesbians
Chapter 1: The First Guest
Chapter 2: The Twins
Chapter 3: The Mistress And Her Pets
Chapter 4: Imelda And Her Entourage
How I Became Her Pet
Chapter 1: Obedience
Chapter 2: Adoption
Chapter 3: Training
Chapter 4: Breaking Her In
Dominating Summer
Prologue
Chapter 1: Temptation
Chapter 2: Exploration
Chapter 3: Domination
Epilogue
Taken By The General
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Epilogue
The Alpha Exchange
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Epilogue
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Girls in Training
by Ella Ford
Chapter 1
“Ladies. Welcome to SubAir Academy. You are the top 1% of all airline stewardesses, the elite, the best of the best. We’ll make you better. During the next two weeks you will be tested in ways that you’ve never been tested before.”
Jenny Jones’ first day at SubAir Academy began with these rousing words. Jenny flushed with pride and looked around the room. Fourteen other girls, all seated at individual desks of the kind you might find in a high school classroom. All dressed in exactly the same way - crisp, white blouse and red neck scarf; bright red blazer and tight pencil skirt; tan nylon stockings and shiny, red stiletto heels. The distinctive uniform of SubAir Airlines. Each girl sat perfectly upright, attention focused on the speaker. Jenny studied the man standing at the front of the room. He was tall and broad, in his mid-forties she judged and carried his age well. He wore a casual shirt, unbuttoned at the collar with no tie, sleeves rolled up to the elbows of this thick arms. Despite his size, his voice was precise and deliberate, speaking in an accent that suggested a decent upbringing. Jenny considered him handsome, and admired the confident way he addressed the room.
“SubAir is different to other airlines. You’ll be expected to go above and beyond, satisfying your passengers’ every desire. While airborne, you will be perfectly obedient, willing to serve, eager to satisfy. You will be asked to do things that may disturb you, that you may not agree with, but you will do them anyway because the needs of your passengers will be your only concern. If you don’t think this is for you, if you don’t think that you are capable of offering your complete obedience, then this is not the job for you. Please leave my classroom.”
He paused, daring any of the girls to take his offer. Jenny glanced around, but none of the other girls moved. She wasn’t surprised by this. Being selected to work at SubAir was considered the greatest honour in the airline industry, and the girls in this room represented the cream of the crop. Jenny herself, at only twenty two, had been the youngest cabin crew leader in the history of her former employer. She’d crewed every flight going - from the overcrowded, economy short-hauls; to the most private VIP flights - treating every single one of her passengers with the same friendly smile and attentive attitude. Never once did she complain about an over-eager businessman having one too many gins and grabbing her ass as she walked past. It was part of the job, she was there to serve and Jenny genuinely loved to serve.
When she’d received the call from SubAir inviting her to attend SubAir Academy, she didn’t need to think twice about accepting. She’d resigned from her job the very next morning and started dreaming of the day she could give herself over completely to a job that valued servitude and obedience over all else.
“Good. All still here. Then let’s get down to business. My name is Principal Stafford and I’ll be spending the next few weeks getting you ready for your first flight. You’ll attend classes on every aspect of your job - you’ll be taught by experts in every field, from cocktail mixers to Vegas hookers. You’ll be pushed harder than you ever thought possible. Some of you won’t make it - the Academy has a fifty percent dropout rate. Some girls just can’t do what we will ask of them,” he paused to let this sink in.
Jenny considered this. She was determined that she wouldn’t be one of the girls who couldn’t hack it. She wasn’t naive, she’d heard the rumours about SubAir and what its core values were, what it expected of its employees and she was ready for it. She considered herself completely open, fairly adventurous and willing to do what was required of her.
“Let’s start with a small test,” the principal continued. He pointed at two of the girls on the front row of desks and beckoned them forward. The girls looked apprehensive, but joined him to stand in front of the class. “What are your names?”
“Kelly,” replied the first, a striking blonde with piercing eyes and full breasts. She stood straight with her hands behind her back.
“I’m Brie,” said the second, a faint hint of nervousness in her voice. This girl was tall, with deep red hair and a pale complexion. She blushed slightly as she spoke and gazed at the floor.
Principal Stafford turned from Brie and Kelly to face the room again. “At SubAir, you’ll be asked to do things that you may find distasteful or embarrassing. The first hurdle you’ll encounter during your training is learning to suppress this feeling and obey instructions, no matter how much you may not want to,” he turned back to the two girls. “Brie, Kelly: kiss each other.”
Brie and Kelly blinked in surprise at the abruptness of the order, shiftin
g slightly where they stood. Brie blushed harder. Neither one of them moved to carry out his request. Jenny felt herself squirm with embarrassment for the two girls.
Stafford spoke again, turning away from Brie and Kelly. “A perfect demonstration of the first hurdle. I gave an order, it was a surprise to my two volunteers and so they didn’t follow it. If I was a passenger, I would now be wondering what I’d done to cause these two girls who are taking my money to disobey me. This is not a good situation, and it is exactly what SubAir academy is here for. Within two weeks, Brie and Kelly will be making out like high school sweethearts milliseconds after that same order, but for now we need to work on it a little. Let’s try again - girls, please kiss.”
The second order came as less of a surprise, Brie and Kelly were prepared and turned to face each other. Brie gently reached a hand to touch Kelly’s cheek, wrapping her fingers behind Kelly’s head. She bent slightly to bring their mouths together. Their lips brushed against each other, lightly at first, savouring the first touch. Kelly responded by putting her hands on Brie’s hips and pulling her body close. She returned the kiss, pressing her lips on the other girl’s.
Jenny looked on, entranced by the scene in front of her. She felt a warmth building between her legs and shifted in her seat. Glancing around the room, she noted the reactions of the other girls. Some appeared as fascinated as she was, some girls looked horrified at what they were seeing. Jenny wondered what those girls were expecting? She turned back to Brie and Kelly. The two girls were now kissing deeply, tongues flicking out, dancing together and probing the other’s mouth. Kelly’s hands crawled over Brie’s body, moving up to cup her breast and lightly squeeze it. They seemed lost in each other, oblivious to the rest of the room.
“Okay, thank you girls,” Principal Stafford placed a hand on each girl’s shoulder, pulling them apart. Brie and Kelly blushed as they realised what they’d done, hastily straightening their uniforms and hurrying back to their desks. Jenny noticed that Kelly brushed up against Brie as she sat and Brie smiled at her coquettishly.
The principal cleared his throat and spoke again. “That was an easy one, and, judging by the performance we’ve just seen, an enjoyable one at that,” the girls laughed. Brie and Kelly glanced at each other and blushed again. “Let’s try something a little bit more intense.” He paced the room, surveying the girls seated before him. Jenny sat straight in her seat, hoping to attract his attention. She longed to be tested, to show her fellow students that she aimed to graduate at the top of this particular class. She pushed her breasts forward, gripping the desk in front of her.
Stafford’s gaze eventually landed on her and settled there, grinning at her transparent enthusiasm. “Ladies, it looks like we have our next volunteer. Please, my dear, step up here,” he motioned for Jenny to come to the front. She stood and confidently walked to the front of the room, turning to face the other students, back straight and hands behind her.
Stafford addressed the seated girls. “This job is not for the faint of heart. There is no room for prudishness or hesitation. So let’s cut to the chase - you’re going to get fucked. You’ll be fucked by men, by women, by both at the same time. You’ll get fucked hard and often, and you’ll need to learn to enjoy it. They’ll fuck your mouth, your pussy, your asshole and any other hole they can find,” he turned his attention to Jenny. “What is your name my dear?”
“Jenny, sir,” she replied promptly, with a smile.
“Well, Jenny, do you think you’re up to all that fucking?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” Jenny answered. She was prepared for this. He was testing her limits by attempting to embarrass her, to make her hesitate. She maintained her perfect smile and straightened her back.
“Jenny, take off your clothes.”
Jenny blinked, “Sir?”
“Take off your clothes Jenny and bend over the desk”, Stafford pointed at the large desk in the corner of the room, “Quickly now.”
Jenny suddenly felt the weight of the other girls’ stares on her. She hadn’t expected this so soon, she thought he would just try to embarrass her. With a deep breath, she reached inside herself and willed her body into motion. She unbuttoned her blazer, and removed it, dropping it to the floor behind her. Next came her blouse and then her skirt. She felt herself blush as she stood there in her underwear.
As she glanced around the room, she made brief eye contact with Kelly. Kelly was smirking slightly, apparently enjoying this immensely. Some of the other girls had looked away, unable to look directly at her. Reluctantly, she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, letting it fall forwards over her arms and to the ground. With her right arm across her breasts, she pulled her panties down her long legs and stepped out of them. She stood straight and attempted to cover herself, her face flushing as the other girls studied her.
Glancing at Stafford, she noticed a prominent bulge in his pants. She was suddenly aware of what he intended to do and felt her heart race. He pointed at the desk again. Jenny looked at it, realising that when she bent over it she would be exposed before the entire class. Her pussy and ass spread wide for them all to see. The thought horrified her, yet she found herself walking across the room, arms still protecting her modesty.
“Bend over the desk Jenny,” Stafford commanded from behind her. Facing the corner of the room, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes briefly and bent forward. She gasped as her nipples touched the cold surface of the desk, and stretched out her arms to grip the other side.
Stafford walked across the room to join her. He placed his large hand on her back and lightly kicked the insides of her feet, indicating she should spread her stockinged legs. Jenny did so, exposing herself to Stafford and the other students. She suddenly felt very vulnerable, scrutinised in a way that she had never been before. She closed her eyes and wished it was all over.
Stafford spoke, his hand stroking its way down her back to grip her ass cheek, “At SubAir, fucking and submission are major parts of your job. If you’re not comfortable with either of these, then you should leave now.” Jenny heard him unzip his pants, dropping them to the floor behind her. She felt his strong hand grip her hip and shivered as he teased his cock against her pussy lips. She heard the other girls in the room gasp at the scene unfolding before them.
She opened her eyes and glanced over her shoulder. Every one of the students was looking at her, they appeared shocked but unable to look away. Jenny’s face burned and she squirmed in Stafford’s grip.
Then Stafford entered her, impaling her on his cock and causing her to gasp. She could feel the size of him filling her, the rigid girth stretched at her tight opening. In spite of herself, she longed for him to force himself deeper, yet he took slow, shallow thrusts at first. Jenny moaned, forgetting her embarrassment momentarily and focusing only the building rhythm in her pussy. She closed her eyes again, feeling the warmth spreading within her. As she struggled to steady her thoughts, Stafford reached forward and grabbed her ponytail, pulling her head back and arching her back. She was tiny beneath this enormous man, entirely under his control. Her body a slave to him, powerless to control herself.
She felt her mind melt as she submitted to his desires. This is what she wanted, to offer her obedience and be used as a plaything, a possession, a fucktoy. But something nagged at her mind. Even as she felt herself losing control, she remained grounded by the weight of the stares upon her. She hated the judging eyes, the feeling of being on display. She felt her mind losing focus, a panic rising to supplant the warmth between her legs. Suddenly, she needed to be away from this room, away from the scrutiny and judgement.
“Please, stop!” she cried and pushed her body upwards to stand. Immediately, Stafford withdrew, stepping backwards to allow her to get up. “I-I’m sorry, I-I can’t,” she stuttered, unable to look at Stafford or the other students.
“That’s okay Jenny,” Stafford attempted to calm her, “get dressed and return to your desk. Kelly, come and help Jenny.”
/> Kelly stood and moved to Jenny’s side, putting a hand on her upper arm to calm her. Jenny flinched away from Kelly’s touch and bent to pick up her clothes. “I-I’m sorry, I think I’ve made a huge mistake,” she offered meekly, never once making eye contact with Stafford. Unable to stand it anymore, she turned, hurrying past the other students and out of the room.
Chapter 2
“They’re going to throw me out, aren’t they?” Jenny asked, her eyes red with tears, still unable to believe how badly she’d blown it that afternoon. She was in her dorm room in SubAir Academy’s residential wing. She’d run back here after leaving the classroom, not even bothering to get dressed. She’d collapsed onto her bed and sobbed to herself for an hour before a knock at her door had forced her to put on a robe and wipe her face.
It was Kelly and Brie. Kelly had looked at Jenny, face sympathetic and held up a large tub of chocolate ice cream without saying a word. In spite of how she felt, Jenny had laughed and invited the girls into her room, thankful for the company. She offered them beanbags and they sat on the floor and talked about what had happened.
Kelly was the first to answer her, “Listen, you didn’t do yourself any favours, that’s for sure. But I don’t think they’ll kick you out,” she paused to take a spoonful of the rapidly disappearing ice cream, “I mean, you did bend over that desk to take it like a good girl initially right? Let’s say you nailed the take-off, but fluffed the landing!”
The girls all laughed at this. Jenny was starting to feel better about things, enjoying the ice cream and talking with the other girls.
Brie spoke next, her soft voice filled with sympathy and understanding, “So what happened Jenny? What made you choke?”