Undercover Slave Girl

by Argus

  She licked up and down along the shaft, mouthing the flesh momentarily, caressing it with her lips, sliding down lower to lick at the bottom of the shaft. But with an oath, he gripped her hair and then shoved her mouth down on his cock – to much laughter.

  Hannah began to suck, deciding a faster job was what they were looking for. She bobbed up and down, sucking and licking, pushing her way down further each time as all the man watched and made comments. A hand slapped her bottom. It was O'Neil, and she shifted her legs apart almost at once, for she couldn't think of anything else he was annoyed at.

  She took him into her throat and slid all the way down as he reached under and began to fondle and squeeze her breasts. She slid slowly back up, working her throat muscles now, then sucking and stroking her tongue as she rose and he popped free into her mouth. She felt another hand on her other breast, probably the man beside him, but paid it little attention as she focused on sucking and pleasing him.

  She slid back down, then up, then down, then up, working her tongue and mouth until he finally came and, relieved, she swallowed it down, then licked his cock clean.

  She raised her head, a little breathless, and O'Neil pointed at the next man.

  Hannah felt both dismay and a squirming sense of guilty excitement as she shuffled down and began on this man. The conversation around her turned, she thought to other things. A screen came down from the ceiling, some sort of news how in Gaelic appearing. One of the men made a phone call. Two others were in earnest conversation about something which didn't seem to concern her.

  She sucked on the man, bobbing up and down, taking him into her throat, until he too came, and poured his juices into her mouth. She rose up, and the man next to him, patted his lap. She glanced at O'Neil, but he was ignoring her, watching the screen. Hesitantly, she slid aside, and started on the third man. Then came the fourth, then she had to cross the aisle, and start on the first man in the row there.

  Her throat was starting to ache, and so was her tongue, but she didn't see any chance of protesting. She worked her way slowly down the line as most of the men did whatever they'd been doing before. She wasn't exactly ignored, but few were spending a lot of time staring at her repeated oral sex performances.

  Her own anxiety slowly dissipated as it became almost... routine. Bizarre, sexually charged, but routine.

  When she had finished with the last man O'Neil snapped her fingers, and she crawled across the aisle to him, prepared to now perform on him in turn. Instead he circled his finger, indicating she should turn once more. She did, and felt his hand at the strap around her back. He unbuckled it, and she gulped as she felt the strap between her legs loosen. She felt a sense of sharp relief as the firm pressure against her sex was eased, then grunted as the two leather probes slowly pulled free of her body.

  All the mens eyes were on her again, with more laughter and jokes. The steward walked up, then, carrying a box, which he set down on the aisle before O'Neil. O'Neil grinned and pulled off the top, then took what looked like... what looked like a rounded object, or half of one. It was as if someone had cut a log in half down the center, then put some padding on it.

  The flat side sat on the floor. The top part was smooth except for a round object near the front. Then with the push of a button, a dildo, a very large dildo, pushed up just next to the round object – to more laughter and comments.

  It was a very large cock, bigger even than O'Neil's, and very black.

  O'Neil pointed at it, and Hannah's stomach lurched. This was not at all the kind of thing she'd imagined having to do!

  “I think it's too big,” she said anxiously.

  O'Neil scowled at her and shook his finger. “What did I tell you? Hmm? Did I not tell you that you do not speak unless asked to? Did I not?”

  Hannah bit her lip at a wave of anxiety as O'Neil said something to the steward. He walked off and then quickly returned with a belt or strap. It was about three inches wide, and at least four feet long. O'Neil doubled it in his hand and glowered at her.

  “Face down,” he ordered.

  Heart thumping, moaning softly, she obeyed.

  O'Neil released the straps holding her feet up against her bottom, and then brought the strap down across her buttocks with a quick, sharp blow that resounded through the small cabin.

  Crack!

  The men didn't seem to have much sympathy, even as the belt cracked down again, and then again. Each blow produced a very sharp jolt of pain followed by a burning sensation, and the pain of both began to mount as the blows continued to land!

  Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

  The belt quickly set her bottom on fire, and turned her breathing into ragged gasps and moans as her eyes began to fill with tears.

  “Come here, slave.”

  She rose on her knees and elbows, turning to him and saw he had some sort of squeeze bottle in his hand. He motioned her forward.

  “Open your mouth, but do not swallow this.”

  Nervously, she obeyed, as he placed the tip of the squeeze bottle in her mouth. She tried to read the upside down writing, but it was in Gaelic. She felt something thick oozing into her mouth, amid more laughter, then he withdrew it.

  “Place this on that big stiff black cock there so you can slide your tight little pussy down onto it.”

  Mouth full, eyes blinking rapidly, Hannah turned and crawled to the thing, then pressed her lips above the top and let her mouth slowly open. The oozing liquid, thick as honey, but tasting faintly of cherries, oozed down onto the black thing and then began to trickle down its sides.

  “Now, get on. You're going to put on a show for my men.”

  Panting and sniffling, Hannah forced herself back up to knees and elbows, then rose further, turning, eyes blinking rapidly as she shuffled over to the thing. She eyed it anxiously, then straddled the 'log' and was eased forward atop it. She sank down – slowly, biting her lip as the fat rounded head pushed against her soft mound with growing force. She groaned as the thick, oozing fluid atop it pressed against the mouth of her sex, and her pussy lips slowly began to spread apart.

  She groaned as the lips of her sex stretched wider, then wider still, achingly wide as she finally felt the head pushing up into the mouth of her sex. She raised her eyes, feeling a dark wave of embarrassment at all the men staring intently. She didn't think she could still be embarrassed, but she was wrong.

  The stillness, the intent gaze, the rising hunger in their eyes was quite different from the smirking and jeering and laughter which had formerly ran among them. It was as if they were watching and waiting with bated breath, anxious to see their plastic cousin successfully make the journey up into the depths of her body!

  She adjusted her position, easing up, then sinking down, and found it somewhat easier, gasping as several inches pushed slowly up inside her. Now there were muttered comments from the men, but these too were an entirely different tone. And she felt something like dismay as she realized that the men she had spent such effort on were already getting aroused once again.

  And so was Hannah.

  She rose a bit, then sank deeper, letting out another shuddering gasp which seemed to make several of the men grunt in excitement. Hannah was used to being the center of attention, but this was, again, quite different. Dancing naked was nothing like this, and even performing oral sex at least had her and a partner sharing the spotlight. This was all her, and she groaned as she sank lower, feeling a strange little rush of heat finally at the rising tide of sexual hunger around her.

  Again she eased up, but she was nervous of O'Neil's patience. She slid down once more, feeling, for the first time, a slick, full, erotic sensation that made her insides start to thrum in an old and familiar pattern. She groaned, pushing herself lower as the resistance grew, sinking more than half way down, then more then two thirds. The dildo was long, as well as thick, and she grunted as it ached deep inside.

  She still had no arms to use, no hands to
reach down to support herself. They remained pinned up at her sides as she used the muscles in her thighs to begin riding the thing, gasping softly at first. With all those eyes on her, she felt exquisitely self-conscious, but as she continued to move the sensations from deep inside combined with that dark corner of her mind to warm both body and mind.

  Her embarrassment faded, but not the deep awareness of all those men watching her as she rode up and down on the big black cock. Each time she sank lower she felt a little shimmering wave of excitement, almost marveling she could take so much inside her. It ached, but she knew O'Neil would not be content until every last inch was up in her belly, and so had to force herself lower and lower.

  The muscles in her thighs would ache later, she knew, but she was in excellent shape, and her body rose and fell again and again as she felt the nose of the dildo pushing and jabbing at the back wall of her sex. She also knew, however, that the heat now gripping her and growing in strength would allow her to take more. And knew also that she had no choice.

  She sank down fully and let out a soft cry of pain as her buttocks finally met the leathery surface. At the same time she felt the straining ring of her pussy press down flat she felt the intense vibrations coming from the little round mound sitting immediately before the base of the black cock.

  It was a more powerful vibrator than she'd ever felt before, and she gasped and eased up once more, her body heating with the effort now as her thighs worked her slowly up and down the big cock.

  The men watching were talking to each other now, some in low tones, some making what she guessed were snarky comments, but none took their eyes off her as, face and chest flushed, she continued to ride slowly up and down on the thing. She sank fully down again, and groaned as the head pushed high in her belly, as her pussy, her clitoris, was jammed against the buzzing round vibrator.

  Again it flooded her with overpowering sensations which drove her up, and left her gasping, but she sank down once more, her body undergoing a strange shift, the sexual heat spreading and growing more intense. Focused on what she was doing, she hardly paid attention to O'Neil as she ground herself down, feeling a wild, heady sense of excitement as she rolled her hips a little, as she arched back, grunting with effort, grinding herself into the vibrator.

  She felt her swirling power of the sexual electricity rippling through her body, gasping and moaning, her breath ragged as she rode harder, as she ground herself feverishly against the vibrator thing on every down-stroke.

  And then she sensed movement behind her. She felt a pull at her hair, and gasped, forced to scrambled awkwardly up, to rise on her feet as O'Neil stood behind her. She heard him say something, saw and heard laughter from the men before her, then she was turned and pulled towards the rear of the plane and through a doorway into a narrow aisle.

  There was a bedroom in the rear of the plane, and he pushed her through the door and closed it behind him. Hannah staggered back and half sat, half fell onto a double bed as O'Neil removed his clothes. Her chest heaved as she stared up at him, and she felt a thrum of excitement as he bared his chest and she saw the firm muscles and tanned skin. He jerked his belt open and pushed his trousers off, and she licked her lips as his cock sprang up hard and hungry.

  He stepped forward to the edge of the bed, and a big hand swept behind her head, gripping her hair again, pulling her forward. Her lips opened wide and she rolled her eyes up as his cock pushed into her mouth. Her tongue licked eagerly as her lips began to suck and kiss. O'Neil pulled her forward as his cock slid deep into her mouth, and Hannah felt the erotic slickness of the warm flesh as it caressed her tongue.

  But this was not what O'Neil was after, and he pulled quickly down, then shoved her hard so Hannah fell back onto her back. Big hands gripped her hips and flipped her onto her belly, then jerked her hips upward. She gasped at a slap to her buttocks, and her knees spread wide as she felt the slick head of his cock rub along her overheated sex.

  Then he pushed into her, and she groaned in pleasure, his hands lifting her hips further as his cock slid firmly into the snug sheath of her sex and the head drove deep into her belly.

  Her hands fluttered weakly beside her head, arms still pinned as O'Neil rolled his hips against her, twisting his cock inside her. He drew back, and started to thrust, slowly, deeply, but quickly increasing the pace until his hips were slapping hard against her buttocks.

  The hard, pounding beat of his hips was a jarring blow, shaking her body with every stroke, and she gasped and moaned and cried out softly as his cock punched deep inside her again and again. It was a strange kind of fucking, for there was nothing for her to do. She realized, without really thinking about it, that she had no part to play in it other than as passive receiver of O'Neil's lust and carnal hunger.

  But that left her mind free to simply experience the passion and arousal, as O'Neil mounted her like a bull. His hips pounded against her, his body twisting and shifting from side to side, his cock a steady driving force as he struck her buttocks with bruising force. Hannah could only gasp, face against the sheets, bottom raised, eyes slitted as her body shook and her pussy burned and throbbed and ached.

  She heard a steady gurgling, grunting and gasping, and was only dazedly aware it was her. The sexual heat grew hotter, the intensity of the sensations burning through her more powerful, more intense, and she felt buffeted by wildly uneven waves of uncontrolled pleasure. Her mind swirled and tumbled under the storm of sensation as her breathing became more ragged and desperate.

  A part of her wanted to scream, but had no words and no breath as the orgasm hit. The intensity redoubled and overloaded her system as her body began to tremble and shake to the wild release of sexual energy. She found it hard to draw breath, but didn't care. Her muscles spasmed and her limbs shook violently as O'Neil continued to ride her, to pound her, his big hands keeping firm hold on her hips as he thrust into her with unrelenting power and speed.

  The orgasm tore through her with a tremendous release of energy, leaving her gasping and a big shell-shocked. Hannah's eyes were closed and she groaned as she basked in the aftermath, not wanting to move, to think, to do anything.

  But it was impossible to ignore the continued pounding against her bottom, the continued thrust of his big cock inside her. She groaned weakly, eyes fluttering open, mouth wide as she gulped in air. Her body continued to shake to the hammering of his hips, the bed shaking below her as O'Neil continued.

  Her eyes widened suddenly as she felt his hand seize her hair and jerk her head up and back. That pulled her chest off thew bed, causing her back to arch, but not rise as he kept her firmly in place. His other hand shot in beneath her to cup and roughly fondle her breast as his hips continued to pummel her.

  God! He was really fucking her, she thought dazedly. Her bottom was going to feel sore after this kind of relentless hammering!

  And there was nothing whatever she could do about it, she knew, her body jerking even more energetically to the harsh blows as he used his grip on her hair to pull her back to meet them. Her scalp ached, but did nothing to distract her from the wild hammering.

  And then suddenly he shifted his grip, his pounding ceasing, as she felt herself flung roughly up and over onto her back. Now she could see him, his eyes dark and intent as he leaned into her, his cock sliding into her gaping sex as he gripped her legs behind the knees. Hannah groaned as her legs were forced up and back, exposing her obscenely, her ankles high in the air as he rode her.

  Her eyes flicked down his chest, over the firm pectoral muscles, the tight stomach, then back up onto his powerful shoulders. She grunted with the impact as his hips slapped against her, as he drove himself down into her. Her eyes shifted to his cock, staring with a sense of something like fascination as it drove in and out between the straining lips of her sex.

  A long minute passed, then another, and nothing seemed to tire him! His hands shifted further down her legs until he had straightened them and pressed her ank
les back over her head. He leaned further into her, over her, his cock driving into her like a piston as the bed and mattress shook beneath her.

  Hannah felt her wrists pulling almost instinctively against the straps, her hands wanting to slide up and over his body, to caress his muscled shoulders and arms. She had barely noticed the reignitioin of the heat within her but now it rose with dizzying speed until she was once again suffused in hunger and need, gasping and moaning and shuddering as his cock pounded into her.

  Another orgasm erupted out of nowhere, and her head thrashed and jerked as her hips bucked desperately up. It stretched on with agonizing ecstasy, bathing her in the fire of a powerful release, and yet release was hardly the word. He continued to pound against her, and her arousal did not seem to have passed at all, but rather, grew stronger almost immediately.

  She knew a moment of confusion, of shock, and then another orgasm hammered into her, and she began a roller-coaster ride as the sensations rose and fell again and again, sending her mind spinning and drifting under the floodwaves of pleasure. She could hardly breath, for she had no time to breath, and was light-headed from lack of breath. But she hardly cared. The pleasure was all, and she clung to it with feverish need until O'Neil finally halted, grinding himself against her gasping, whimpering body for a few seconds, and then withdrew.

  Chapter Nine

  Hannah had no idea where they were when the plane landed. She was entirely clad in a glistening PVC bodysuit, including a hood which entirely covered her face and head. The only openings in the horribly tight suit were between her legs, and over her mouth, nose and eyes.

  The T-shaped belt had been placed over it, with the dildo and butt plug shoved up inside her, thus covering her flesh there. The dildo gag went over her mouth to block that opening, and then a blindfold was placed over her eyes. She was thus totally encased in leather, with only two small openings under her nostrils.