Sex slave flight attendant

Chapter 1: The Sex Slave Flight Attendant

I.

Komori Ayaka, emerging from Narita Airport, walked towards the Mercedes parked beside her, a handbag in one hand

.

Her white and blue scarf and royal blue uniform made her look exceptionally beautiful. She was already a top-notch

model , but she looked even more alluring in the uniform, redesigned a year prior.

Previously, everyone criticized the flight attendants' uniforms for being too monotonous. Last year, the visionary President Toga took over

Minami-Koku, and the style was changed to its current form.

First, the dark blue color scheme was changed to royal blue, and then the jackets and skirts were changed to pencil skirts, shortened to

fifteen centimeters above the knee, restoring the long-popular mini-skirt.

This change made the entire atmosphere more sexy.

Initially, there were opposing opinions, especially from senior flight attendants and those who lacked confidence in pencil skirts

; however, the idea strongly supported by the new president won a great response from male customers, resulting in a 100% increase in sales

, and there were no more objections.

Ayaka, dressed in that uniform, attracted attention not only from ordinary passengers but

also .

Her stunning figure, neatly styled hair, the way her face was accentuated by the blue cap

, her elegant smile, and the captivating intellectual aura of a flight attendant all contributed to her appeal.

"No wonder she's a flight attendant for Taipei Eastern Airlines; she's beautiful and attractive."

"Of course, she's the fiancée of the young president of Taipei Eastern Airlines!"

"What great taste! If I could get my hands on that gorgeous flight attendant, I'd die happy."

"Hey! That's too loud."

Ayaka, listening to the conversation between the two security guards, stopped in front of the Mercedes.

Finally, the driver, Yasunaga, noticed and got out, saying, "Welcome back! Let me help you with your luggage."

He reached for her purse, pulling down his almost-falling-down trousers.

As their hands touched, Ayaka quickly pulled away; her hands were sweaty, and even a slight touch

sent shivers down her spine.

(Why would Yutaka use such a pilot?)

Ayaka had always found it strange. It wasn't that Yasunaga had acted particularly rudely,

but from their first meeting, she had felt a physiological aversion.

Yasunaga was a short man in his mid-thirties, with eyes that seemed to be constantly spying on something. His face

was pale, and compared to his broad forehead, his nose and mouth were rather small. His large eyes were a cloudy, tea-colored

hue .

Just one look from those eyes sent chills down her spine.

"Should we take you straight back to your apartment?"

"Yes, thank you."

After meeting Ayaka's gaze in the rearview mirror, Ayaka reflexively flashed the cheerful

smile typical of flight attendants, then crossed her legs, though her super-short miniskirt was pressed tightly down with her hand.

"Are you tired from flying? Please take a rest."

"Thank you."

It was indeed very troublesome to keep smiling, and she was very sleepy.

Her lower back always felt particularly sore after flying.

Her most confident feature, her feet, were swollen from being confined in high heels for so long.

Despite this, she felt no sleepiness in front of the driver. The thought of his eyes

secretly watching her sent chills down her spine. To be precise, the fact that they were alone in such a cramped space

, breathing the same air, already made Ayaka extremely uncomfortable.

Although she knew this feeling was wrong, she couldn't explain this natural emotional reaction.

After a while, the car slowed down and stopped.

"What's wrong, Mr. Yasunaga?"

Ayaka's voice was somewhat flustered, because there were no gas stations nearby, only a few houses.

"Wait!"

A strange smile appeared on Yasunaga's lips.

"Mr. Yasunaga!"

"We'll be leaving soon."

Yasunaga flashed a bright white smile, and at the same time, the back doors opened, and two black men entered.

"What are you doing?"

The car sped away again, and then Ayaka felt a large hand press down on her shoulder and chest.

"Hey! Yasunaga..."

The moment she opened her mouth, a strong smell of medicine assaulted her nostrils.

A moment later, Ayaka lost consciousness...

Part Two: Ayaka,

blindfolded, felt a bright light.

Upon regaining consciousness, she realized her hands were tied behind her back and her eyes were blindfolded.

After a journey of over an hour, Ayaka was taken to a basement room that resembled a warehouse, the entire room

without a single window.

Although the blindfold was removed, Ayaka's body was bound to a metal chair, and

a black leather strap was stuffed into her mouth.

"How does it feel?"

Through the light and the camera supported by three tripods, Yasunaga could be seen standing, grinning lewdly.

"Your hat fell off."

He placed the hat he was holding on Ayaka's head.

"You've been selected by the organization as a slave candidate. Now we're going to test your reaction to being a slave."

Hearing Yasunaga's unreasonable words, Ayaka felt an atmosphere of despair.

"If you swear to become a sex slave, I'll unlock the lock for you, and you can strip naked and have sex with me;

if you don't want to, you can wear this uniform and let me slowly play with you. How about it? Do you want to swear?"

"No..."

Ayaka shook her head, trembling all over.

"Oh... then there's no other way."

Yasunaga's eyes gleamed with excitement as he reached into the blue jacket between the chains and pulled out her breasts.

"Mmm..."

Ayaka's mouth gaped open, her body twisting uncomfortably from the violation.

"Such beautiful breasts!"

She could feel her breasts being held in Yasunaga's rough hands even through the uniform.

His hands were roughly kneading them back and forth; a man who didn't know how to caress someone like this was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

" He'll take over my body, but I won't associate with him.

" "Touching me on my clothes isn't enough!"

Yasunaga began unbuttoning his shirt, one button, two buttons… until his snow-white breasts were revealed.

"Oh…"

Ayaka groaned, biting her belt. The mere touch of this man terrified her; the thought of his hands touching

her breasts was unbearable.

The fear, shame, and humiliation that drove her to the brink of madness made her want to scream.

Yasunaga had now completely unbuttoned his shirt, and his demonic hand was about to slip inside.

"Oh…"

Ayaka frowned and closed her eyes.

But she desperately tried to endure it, her hands clenched tightly behind the chair.

This man wanted to see her suffering, to see her begging him with tears in her eyes.

She had no choice but to endure it. She didn't want to abandon her dignity for this kind of despicable man, she didn't want to become a weak woman.

Suppressing the goosebumps rising all over her body and the urge to scream, Ayaka faced him directly.

Yasunaga's fingers climbed onto her nipples.

Ayaka opened her eyes, looking at him pitifully.

If it weren't for restricting women's freedom in this way, he would be a utterly despicable man who knew nothing.

Finally, he released his hand from her breasts, then knelt down in front of the chair, his

eyes fixed on her thighs as he tore her black stockings.

The miniskirt, which was 15 centimeters above her knees, naturally became 10 centimeters shorter on the chair.

"What beautiful legs!"

Yasunaga drooled, placing his hands on his knees.

"Oh..."

Ayaka's long legs trembled, pressed tightly together. Everyone said that Ayaka

was .

And privately, some people said that the new president, Yutaka, would definitely not be able to resist the temptation of those beautiful legs.

That was indeed true.

Because every time he saw Ayaka wearing a miniskirt on a date, he would get particularly excited, and in bed, he would kiss her feet

from head to toe.

If the rumors were true, they might just refer to those legs.

And those legs were now being caressed by Yasunaga, who rubbed them against his cheek. 　　"Open your legs!" Ayaka

, 　　growing increasingly excited, said, swallowing hard. Ayaka 　　instinctively tightened her thighs. 　　"What's wrong?" 　　Ayaka glared at Ayaka. 　　"I have no choice!" 　　Ayaka stood up and pressed a button, immediately bringing in two black men. 　　Her face changed drastically; her body was tightly bound. 　　"Open this slave flight attendant's legs." 　　"Yes, boss!" 　　The two black men, holding chains, squatted on either side of Ayaka, their hands prying her legs apart. 　　"Ah!" 　　She tried to break free, but the strength of their hands was too great; her ankles were instantly bound to the chair legs. 　　Ayaka's legs were spread wide, but she still desperately tried to close them. 　　"Still want to resist?" 　　Ayaka's voice came from behind. He loosened the leather strap in his mouth and looked directly at Ayaka. 　　Ayaka took a deep breath and said, "No, please don't..." 　　All the humiliation she had suffered so far was released in one breath. 　　"Unlock it now! I'll never forgive you! I'll tell Yutaka everything! You better watch out!" 　　"Let me see your panties!" 　　"No, I'd rather die!" 　　Yasunaga gestured to the two black men, who immediately grabbed her legs and fastened the lock near her knees. 　　"No...no..." 　　Despite her desperate resistance, her thighs ignored Ayaka's will and spread wide. 　　"Oh..." 　　When her thighs were spread and secured, Ayaka could only bite her lip and lower her head. 　　Her miniskirt, already twenty-five centimeters above her knees, rose even higher due to her spread thighs. 　　"You can see her panties completely now!" 　　Yasunaga stood face to face, relentlessly staring into the deepest part of her miniskirt. 　　"Ah..." 　　Ayaka knew that struggling was futile, so she could only try to close her legs tightly. 　　Although her skin was unharmed and there had been no other caresses, Ayaka already felt terrible. 　　Normally, in order to let everyone see her legs, she would never wear anything else under her super short miniskirt suits or dresses; this was the general aesthetic of clothing. 　　If the other person were someone she truly loved, perhaps she could forgive, but that would only apply to their time in bed . 　　But no matter how much they loved each other, even if it was Yuka, it was impossible for her to spread her legs wide like an adult film actress 　　while wearing a miniskirt. Moreover, the person standing before her was a lowly driver, a servant, and the uniform she was wearing only brought Ayaka more humiliation. 　　She'd heard that male passengers on Taipei Airlines almost always expected to see the underwear under their royal blue miniskirts. 　　But expectations aside, elegant flight attendants would never give themselves away; that was the difference between them and adult film actresses—that subtle, yet unseen distance was like a thick wall. 　　"Oh! Black!" 　　Yasunaga knelt down, placing her face between her knees, which were spread at a ninety-degree angle, her eyes fixed on the depths of the miniskirt. 　　The feet in stockings on her spread thighs and the mounds covered by black underwear revealed a sensual beauty. 　　"Do you always wear black when you fly?" 　　Yasunaga asked with a lustful expression, as if he were about to take off the stockings and lick them thoroughly. "How is it?" 　　"None of your business!" 　　Ayaka replied, trembling. 　　Besides her top-notch breasts, thighs, hips, and voluptuous body, Ayaka's genitals also have perfect lines. 　　Whether her thighs were open or closed, they had an alluring curve. 　　Yasunaga swallowed hard, scrutinizing Ayaka from head to toe in her uniform.

Then he imagined the beautiful and elegant Ayaka spreading her legs in that alluring pose.

For Yasunaga, the most precious things now were her blue uniform, black underwear, stockings, high heels, and

the lingering smell of sweat from her long flight.

A stimulating, arousing scent emanated from her parted thighs.

Yasunaga felt dizzy; he could feel his masculinity rising between his legs.

The air was filled with Ayaka's unique scent after the flight, a healthy and fragrant

body odor .

Yasunaga groaned as he moved closer to her left thigh and kissed it.

The thigh's elasticity and stimulation made his body tremble even more.

Yasunaga felt the allure emanating from her thigh more intensely.

No matter how much Ayaka usually disliked him, this leg was now truly his.

Next, Yasunaga looked at her right leg.

Everyone has two legs, but why did Ayaka possess legs that combined elegance and sensuality, so

alluring?

Yasunaga felt so happy that he suddenly sobbed.

Tears streamed down his face as he kissed his right thigh.

He felt his desire rising.

Between those thighs lay a mature honeypot, a treasure trove of supreme sensuality.

He pressed his face close, revealing a small mound bulging within his black underwear, a fragrant sensuality capable of

shattering any male rationality.

He slowly brought his nose and mouth closer.

A jolt of electric pleasure shot through him.

Taking a breath felt like a fuse.

The lingering scent of sweat after the flight, combined with her natural fragrance, brought Yasunaga's manhood to unparalleled satisfaction.

The pleasure of being immersed between the legs of the international flight attendant was released instantly.

"

Slave flight attendant, say your name,"

Yasunaga asked from behind the camera, looking at Ayaka's miniskirt.

"What is this? Stop playing around!"

Ayaka cried out, feeling the coolness between her legs.

"Answer the question, slave flight attendant!"

"No!"

"There's no other way."

Yasunaga sent another signal.

The two men who had just been there untied the ropes binding Ayaka's back, then immediately tied them to her head again,

unlocked the locks on her feet, and hoisted her up with a motor.

Those two beautiful legs were now suspended from the ground.

"I'll ask you one more time, what's your name?"

"Ugh..."

Ayaka glared at him.

"Ah..."

The bald man reached his hand under her miniskirt and touched her buttocks.

"No!"

Her buttocks were perfectly rounded, encased in black stockings and girdles.

"You disgusting buttocks!"

Yasunaga glared at those bouncy buttocks, pacing back and forth.

"Ugh... Don't touch me, it's so dirty!"

Ayaka forgot the pain in her hands and cried out.

Then, a whip struck her buttocks.

"Ah!"

The pain went straight to her heart, and Ayaka curled up like a shrimp.

"What are you doing?"

"Say your name!"

"You know it!"

Ayaka was slapped twice more.

"Name?"

"Ayaka Komori."

"Occupation?"

"International flight attendant."

"Age?"

"Twenty-four..."

"Height?"

"176 centimeters..."

"Bust size?"

"..."

The whip lashed across her chest.

"Ninety-three!"

Ayaka bit her beautiful lower lip.

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