Slave

Chapter 3

Transported

I am standing naked with my hands locked behind my back looking out a window at Master's plane; a plane that will take me from the life I knew to wherever he wants me to be. A chain attached to the gold collar around my neck holds me there. My nipples are forever hard and my clit is always throbbing from the potion that the slave I call Tattoo put on them days earlier; but it scares me to think that it might be that I really am excited at being owned and taken a world away by my black Master.

There are two nude slaves beside me whispering in my ears about Master's islands that surround a huge lagoon and the life I will have there. As the tiny Japanese slave I call Asia tells me how to better serve our Master the pilots of the plane walk in to tell him that everything is ready.

When I hear the men talking to Master I automatically turn to face them. Not being able to go to them to kneel at their feet as I should because of the chain on my collar, I assume the standing pose of submission with my legs spread just so and my shoulders pulled back to show off my slave tits. The silver bell on the ring in my clit hood rings out loudly as I move, drawing the men's attention. I am only allowed to look at men's cocks or their crotches when they are dressed; the only times I am allowed to look at the faces of free people is when I am told to.

I know that the pilots are looking at me when I see their bodies turn my way. The man whose pants quickly tent out chuckles and walks toward me.

"Aren't you the pretty one," he says as he begins to touch and feel my body.

I know what he sees; a circus freak with thick cocksucker lips, tattoos, and piercings all over her body from face to cunt and down to her knees.

He puts a hand on my face and tilts my head up so he can look at me. There is a badge on his uniform that tells me that he is the copilot. He looks handsome but the cold eyes and the sneer on his face scare me.

"Nice tattoo," he says to me as he caresses my cheek.

The black and gold 'S' that Master has had tattooed on my face has healed well in the past few days just like the gold lion's head tattooed on my chest.

The master's hands touch me everywhere, playing with the chains on my body and pinching my nipples. When he touches my nipples I groan out my reluctant delight as my clit vibrates with each pinch and I push my tits into his hands even as I tilt my hips forward; offering my body to this, somehow unsettling, man. He moves one hand down to my cunt and pushes a finger deep into my wetness. I am always wet there since Tattoo has put that potion of hers on me.

"Aren't you the little slut," the copilot quietly tells me as he pulls his wet finger out of me.

I open my mouth to wait for him to put his finger in to be licked clean but he just rubs it on my tit, telling me how much he will enjoy me during our flight to the Caribbean island we are going to first.

"It's time to start the preflight checks," the pilot tells the man in front of me.

Copilot pinches my nipples hard enough to make me shout in pain as he leaves.

When he is gone Pilot turns to Master, "Sorry about that but your regular copilot is very ill and that man is the only other available right now for the job. He usually is used to ferry parts and supplies to your different oil sites but he is one of the few checked out on this plane. We don't often let him near the slaves for obvious reasons."

"Yes, I see. Fire him after this flight. He didn't ask permission to touch my property."

"Yes sir. The girl seems young. How long has she been a slave?" Pilot asks.

"Just a week, I bought her from a procurer and broke her to her slavery on the first night. Each night after that she was given a drink of juice laced with new drugs that make her susceptible to the subliminal tapes playing in her mat telling her how to behave as a slave. I am impressed with the results. It was an experiment but soon all my slaves will be trained this way, saving me weeks in turnover."

"See, I told you," my small voice says.

"Of course! How else can you act this way, you dumb slut," the loud voice tells me. "You're slouching, stand straight and show Master your tits."

I do remember all those glasses of juice before I was locked to my mat on the floor at night and thinking how strange it was. The slaves, Asia and Russia, that I call my girls would have to get up at my whining so they could take me to the bathroom and wipe me when I was done.

It dawns on me that the two voices in my head started during the first days with Master, even as I stand taller to show my tits like the loud voice demands.

"You've finally caught on slave, spread your legs wider!" the loud voice tells me. "Show Master everything."

I shuffle my feet in my high heels a little wider and feel the juices of my slave cunt drip down my thighs when my pierced and chained lips open from my new pose. I want to look perfect for my Master even as my loud voice tells me to spread my legs wider again.

The moves I make to better show myself off are wasted as Master and his pilot ignore me to talk about the flight to come and their lives together. I hear how Pilot has been with Master since the beginning, flying the first planes filled with slaves around the world. Master asks Pilot about his wife and children.

Pilot tells Master how much he loves them and how the kids are doing so well in university then looks at me to say, "You know how I haven't used the slaves I ferry for you all these years but tonight I think I will have this one. I know my wife won't mind, in fact she is surprised that I don't use the slaves on every flight. This one is special, though, look at how she stands showing herself to us. It seems so natural."

I want to toss my hair provocatively at the compliment; throwing it back off my face like I used to do when I was free, but it has all been shaved off except for three braided strips that run from my forehead to the nape of my neck to be gathered into a pony tail that reaches my ass. It looks like my hair reaches my knees, though, because the beautiful blonde hair that was shaved from my head hangs from a thick butt plug in my ass.

"It is; that's why I stopped the treatment days ago, it was a waste of serum. She's such a perfect slave that if I continued her treatment she might be ruined. I want those looks she has; that stare of defiance and surprise at what is happening to her and her final, almost eager, acceptance of it. Use her tonight, your wife phoned me to ask if you could."

Pilot's face goes red and he looks embarrassed, "Yes I know she did, she told me to thank you."

"It's what she wants you to do and this slave will treat you well, even surprise you. Keep the copilot off her until the flight to the east, if at all."

I stare at Master wondering how much of what I have become is me or his brainwashing.

He smiles at my shocked look and makes a signal to tall, blond Russia. She reaches up to unhook my leash from the top of the observation window. As she frees me one of her tits brushes my lips. Without thinking I lick at her nipple and suck it into my mouth with a soft moan. My teeth bite gently at her nipple until I feel it swell in my mouth as I lick at it with my tongue.

"Why are you doing this?" my quiet voice asks as Russia holds her tit to my face with one hand while holding my leash with the other.

"You can do anything you want now; you have total freedom in your slavery. Remember how you walked through the lobby of the hotel, just an hour ago, naked and shaking your tits at the people that stared at you," the loud voice responds. "You're a natural slave programmed by Master to be a slut now."

Master chuckles at the sight of me sucking on Russia's tit, "Clean my cum off her before you take her on my plane, slave."

"Yes Master." Russia purrs pulling her tit from my suckling mouth to give me the other one. "You are a little slut aren't you?" she whispers.

Russia smiles at me as I look up at her to nod my head yes because that is the only response I am allowed. I sob a little as I continue to suck at the nipple in my mouth like I must.

"Hurry, we only have minutes to clean this slave before we leave." Asia tells us as she takes the leash from Russia's hand to pull me off her tit and lead me to a shower down a short hallway.

As they wash me I pee in the shower; it's easier than whining to let the girls know that I have to go. The worst is when they have to wipe me because my hands are always locked away from myself.

As soon as I am dried from the shower I am led by a leash attached to my gold collar down the long, cold, ramp to the plane by Russia. When I see the door to the plane I panic.

"Are you just going to walk meekly through that door knowing that you will never see your home again?" my small voice asks. "This is where you truly become a slave. There will be no escape or turning back once you step through that door."

The voice is right. I stop walking in terror at what is about to happen to me. Asia is walking so close behind me that she bumps into my back, but Russia just keeps walking down the ramp to the plane. Sensing that I have stopped, the large slave simply pulls harder on the leash. With my hands locked behind my back and standing in six inch high heels I can only move on or fall to the floor and be dragged to the plane by the collar around my slave neck. I know she will do that, Russia is strong enough. She has to take me to the plane; she is a slave just as I am. Master told her to bring me to the plane and she will.

"You have wanted to be a slave all your life. Walk through that door and accept that you finally get your wish," my loud voice tells me even as I notice that the leash now hangs slack as I strut forward on my heels following Russia down the ramp.

"Maybe Master will take you off the island sometime and you can escape then."

The small voice sounds so quiet now as we approach the door. I wonder if I am finally accepting what has happened to me.

"You are going to be a slave for the rest of your life," my loud voice tells me almost in triumph.

I know that the loud voice is right as I walk onto Master's plane. My head is high and my shoulders are back, showing off my slave tits and cunt as Russia leads me by the leash.

"Yes, I am a slave now and I have always wanted to be one." I know that this thought has to be my mantra from now on to keep my sanity until I escape, maybe, sometime. I can only hope.

When I am led onto the plane we are met by a short, redheaded slave wearing just a stewardess hat that looks like what they wore in the fifties and Master's gold collar and cuffs. She is very pretty with alabaster white skin covered in freckles, especially on her cheeks and across the tops of her almost too large tits. The curly red pubic hairs between her legs are thick enough to hide her slave cunt completely. Master must order her to leave the thick bush untrimmed to prove that his slave is truly a redhead.

"Hurry, you are late," Stewardess tells us with a thick Irish accent as she ushers us into the plane and turns to swing the door shut. "We almost missed our takeoff time because of your tardiness!"

I am amazed that this tiny slave can even move the door; she is just over five feet tall. With her back to us, I can see the splays of huge freckles on her shoulders and across the top of her round, jiggling ass.

When the door is finally closed the plane lurches into motion as it is pushed backwards out of the hanger. My heart does a little flip again as I am taken another step away from my old life into slavery.

"Your old life was gone the second you locked your hands together and stood naked in that hotel room days ago," my loud voice shouts almost in anger at my silliness.

"But we were only supposed to be playing at me being a slave," my small voice answers.

"Well you certainly got your life long wish to be a slave, didn't you?"

The small voice is silent again.

The annoying voices are right, now that I am on the plane I know that I have to quit counting the steps away from my old life, just as I quit counting the number of times I have been used by masters and mistresses. I have completely lost count of the nameless people Master has given me to in the past few days.

I do remember the kind old gentleman who saved me from Master's punishment by pushing the butt plug back in my ass with his foot as I knelt under Master's desk sucking his cock on my first day as a slave, though I never did hear his name.

Now that we are moving Stewardess turns to us with a more relaxed look on her face. She looks me up and down and it is more down than up, "I was told that Master has a new fancy, but nobody told me she is this good looking." Her voice is low, sultry, and full of meaning, "I can hardly wait to use you."

Her gold collar is the same as the girls but less than Tattoo's is; telling me that this slave has a high enough ranking in Master's stable of slaves and she can use me whenever she wants.

She sighs, though, "Master's slave is putting his pets in their kennel and he expects his fancy to be chained to the bed here in the forward lounge so our pilot can use her. Master has retired for the night."

The girls look surprised but do as they are told to do. When Russia gives my leash a tug, my eyes are forced away from the beautiful little green eyed slave in front of us.

"You can't be thinking that," my small voice whines.

"You want to bury your face in that hairy cunt, don't you," my loud voice says.

I think that, yes, I would like to have this tiny slave use me, make me lick her cunt and suck her tits; I feel a strange lust for her. At a stronger tug of the leash, I turn away from Stewardess and I am led into the room.

Since coming onto the plane, my attention has been captivated by Stewardess but now I look around me to see the richness of the room I'm in.

I have been on large planes before, but they were filled with rows and rows of narrow seats. This plane is filled with luxury; soft white silk cloth drapes from the roof and down the walls to hide the fact that we are in a plane. The floor is covered with thick Persian carpets making the whole look like a tent in the desert. There are deep sofas arranged in comfortable circles and there is a full bar on the front wall. On the back wall, is a huge bed, which I am led to. Without the seats, I can't believe how big these planes really are.

When we reach the bed, Russia takes the leash off my collar and picks up the long chain that lies across the bedcovers to lock me there. She then frees my hands from behind my back to lock them to the chains on my collar. After pulling the plug out of my ass, she leaves me standing at the foot of the bed holding my tits out for no one.

The girls leave to go to their cell and lock themselves in. I wonder what to do I am so very tired. I wonder, "Do I sleep on the floor or on the bed?" Finally deciding that I am chained to it and a master will use me on it I crawl onto the soft bed and try to get some sleep before I am used again.

I wake up to the touch of a hand gently touching my tit. Like always, since the programming began, I wake up lying on my back with my legs spread wide and my arms above my head; offering my body to any master, even in my sleep.

The fingers that touch me move up from my tit to my face to caress my lips. I can't pretend to be asleep. I can't lie to a master anymore. I kiss the finger offered to me and suck it into my mouth, licking at it with my tongue and moaning out my pleasure at being touched so gently.

The master's other hand touches my slave body while I suck greedily on the finger in my mouth. It plays with a nipple then drags down across my stomach, making my body quiver as it slowly gets closer to my cunt. Not being able to help myself, I lift my hips when the hand gets near there to urge it on. My body is begging to be touched even as I suck and lick on the master's finger in my mouth.

Oh, this master is so gentle; he touches the rings in my cunt lips and plays with the bell over my clit. He teases me by feeling up and down my pierced cunt lips, not even pretending to feel for the wetness inside. I moan out my need to cum by his touch and suck harder on the finger in my mouth. At last, master's hand cups my eager cunt, a finger slips inside me. I am so wet that my juices flow out of me and down my ass onto the bed when his thick finger enters me. The finger moves slowly up to touch my clit and my slave body responds by pushing hard up against it; wanting, needing the only release a slave can have.

I rub my clit on the master's strong finger. He holds his hand still so that I can grind my slut body on him. I need to cum and he is letting me set my own pace; allowing me to fuck myself on his finger. Soon, very soon I am close to cumming on this master's hand. My hips are gyrating madly as the master lets me give myself an orgasm. When I finally make myself cum on master's finger, my whole body shakes and I bite down hard on the finger in my mouth. I am free at last for that long, fleeting moment that my orgasm allows me. When I come to earth, again I open my eyes to look up at the master above me. It is Pilot touching me, I feel his fingers in me but I need to look at his kind face.

"Did you like that?"

I look up at Pilot, my master, and nod my head yes not only because I have to, and suck on the finger still in my mouth with a passion.

He is sitting on the bed beside me,"Take my clothes off, slave."

Sliding off the fingers in my mouth and cunt, I crawl off the bed to kneel on the floor between his legs and reach up to pull down the zipper on master's pants. I don't even wonder at the need to have a master's cock in my mouth any more as I reach in to work his hard cock out. His underpants feel silky, just like the panties I used to wear when I was a free girl. When I finally pull his cock out, I stare at it lovingly while slowly stroking it with both hands.

He isn't as long as Master, although his cock is as big around. The head of it is so very thick; I want to feel it in me as it slides in and out my cunt. I feel like such a slut kneeling on the floor touching and fondling a man's cock and I am happy at the thought. I don't care whether what I feel is caused by brainwashing or if it is natural. I love having a hard cock in my mouth now.

I am surprised when I slide his cock down my throat and I don't feel any pubic hair on my face when I take all of him into me.

"Are they really panties, why is he shaved, what is this?" my small voice asks as I reach up to pull master's shirt out of his pants while I suck on his cock.

"Master's wife must have an interesting life with her man," my loud voice responds.

"Is she his Mistress? Does he obey her?"

"It doesn't matter; he is a master to you."

"Yes, he is."

I can only undo the first two buttons on master's shirt while sucking his cock because of the chains holding my hands to my collar. Letting his cock out of my mouth I kneel up to kiss master's stomach as I undo another button and press my tits against his cock. I kiss my way up his body with my mouth and tongue as I follow my hands up while I undo the buttons of master's shirt. When I undo the last button I press my tits onto my master's chest and kiss him full on the mouth then move down again to tongue the nipples on his hairless chest and lick at his body as I lower myself to take his thick cock into my mouth again.

Looking up at Pilot's face with his cock in my mouth, I reach up to undo his belt, and fumble with the button to his pants. When they are finally undone he lifts his ass off the bed so I can pull his pants down. Because my hands are chained I have to reluctantly slip my mouth off his cock again as I pull the master's pants down his legs.