sex slave flight attendant

1.

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

Her white and blue scarf and royal blue uniform made her look exceptionally beautiful. Already a top model, she appeared even more captivating in the uniform, redesigned a year prior.

Previously, everyone criticized the flight attendants' uniforms for being too monotonous, but last year, the visionary president, Toga, took over and changed the style.

First, the dark blue tones were replaced with royal blue, and then the jacket and skirt were changed to pencil skirts, shortened to 15 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 new president's strong support for the idea won over male customers, resulting in a 100% increase in sales, and after that, there were no more objections.

Wearing that uniform, Ayaka attracted attention not only from ordinary passengers but also from airport staff.

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 excellent 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 two security guards' conversation, pulled over in front of the Mercedes.

Finally, the driver, Yasunaga, noticed and got out, saying,

"Welcome back! Let me help you with your luggage."

He pulled down his almost-falling-down trousers as he took her purse.

When their hands touched, Ayaka quickly pulled away. They were sweaty hands; 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 late thirties, his eyes seeming to be constantly watching something. His face was pale, and compared to his broad forehead, his nose and mouth were rather small. His large eyes were a cloudy, brownish color.

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

"Straight to your apartment, right?" "

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, her super-short miniskirt pressed tightly against her hand.

"Tired from flying? Please rest for a bit."

"Thank you." "

It's really troublesome to keep smiling, and I'm so sleepy.

My lower back always aches after flying.

And my feet, which I'm usually so confident in, are swollen from being in high heels for so long.

Even so, I'm not sleepy at all in front of this driver. Just thinking about his eyes secretly watching me sends chills down my spine. To be precise, the fact that we're just the two of us breathing the same air in this cramped space makes Ayaka feel very uncomfortable.

Although she knows this feeling is wrong, she can't explain this natural emotional reaction.

After a while, the car slowed down and stopped.

"What's wrong, Mr. Yasunaga?"

Ayaka's voice was a little flustered because there was no gas station around, only a few houses.

"Wait a minute!"

A strange smile appeared on Yasunaga's lips.

"Mr. Yasunaga!" "

I'll be leaving soon."

Yasunaga showed his white teeth, and at the same time, the back doors on both sides of the car opened, and two black men got in.

"What do you want?" The

car sped away again, and at that moment, a large hand pressed down on Ayaka's shoulder and chest.

"Hey! Yasunaga..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, a strong smell of drugs assaulted her nose and mouth. A

moment later, Ayaka lost consciousness...

Part Two: With

her eyes blindfolded, Ayaka felt a bright light.

When she regained consciousness, she realized that her hands were tied behind her back and her eyes were blindfolded.

After driving for more than an hour, Ayaka was taken to a basement that looked like a warehouse, and the entire room had no windows.

Although the blindfold was removed, Ayaka's body was tied to a metal chair, and a black leather belt was stuffed in her mouth.

"How does it feel?"

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

"Your hat fell off."

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

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

Hearing Yasunaga's unreasonable words, Ayaka felt a sense of despair. "

If you swear to become a sex slave, I'll unlock the door 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? 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 iron bars and pulled out her breasts.

"Mmm..."

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

"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. She absolutely wouldn't allow a man who didn't know how to caress her to possess her body, nor would she date him.

"Not enough touching his clothes!"

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

"Oh..."

Ayaka groaned, biting her belt desperately. The mere touch of this man terrified her; the

thought of his hand touching her breasts was unbearable. The fear, shame, and humiliation driving her to the brink of madness made her want to scream.

At that moment, Yasunaga had completely unbuttoned his shirt, and it looked like his devilish hand was about to slip inside.

"Oh..."

Ayaka frowned and closed her eyes.

But she desperately endured it, her hands clenched tightly behind the chair.

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

So she had no choice but to continue enduring it. She didn't want to abandon her self-respect for such a 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 nipple.

Ayaka opened her eyes and looked at him pitifully.

If it weren't for this restriction on a woman's freedom, he would be a despicable man who knew nothing.

Finally, he released his hand from her breast, then knelt down in front of the chair, his eyes staring straight into her thighs, tearing her black stockings.

The miniskirt, which was fifteen centimeters above the knee, naturally became ten centimeters shorter when she sat on the chair.

"What beautiful legs!"

Yasunaga drooled, placing his hands on his knees.

"Oh..."

Ayaka's two long legs trembled tightly together. Everyone said that Ayaka was the one who benefited the most from the change of miniskirt.

And privately, some people said that the new president, Yutaka, must also be unable to resist the temptation of those beautiful legs.

That was indeed true.

Because every time they went on a date, they would get particularly excited if they saw Ayaka wearing a miniskirt, and in bed, they would kiss her feet from head to toe.

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

And those legs were now being caressed by Yasunaga, who was rubbing them against his cheek.

Part 3:

"Open your legs!"

Yasunaga, who was getting increasingly excited, said while swallowing.

Ayaka instinctively closed her thighs tightly.

"What's wrong?"

Ayaka glared at Yasunaga.

"I really can't help it!"

Yasunaga stood up and pressed a button, and two black men immediately came in.

At this moment, her face changed drastically, and her body was tightly bound.

"Open the legs of this slave flight attendant."

"Yes, boss!"

The two black men, holding irons, squatted on either side of Ayaka, and pried her legs open with their black hands.

"Ah! " She

tried to break free, but the strength of her hands was too great, and her ankles were instantly bound to the chair legs.

Ayaka's legs were spread wide, but she still desperately tried to close them.

"Still trying to resist?"

Yasunaga's voice came from behind. He loosened the belt in his mouth and looked directly at Ayaka.

Ayaka took a deep breath and said,

"No, please don't..."

The humiliation she had suffered so far was released in one breath. "

Unlock it now, I will never forgive you, I will tell Yutaka everything, you better watch out!"

"Let me see your underwear!" "

No, I'd rather die!"

Yasunaga gestured to the two black men, whose hands immediately grabbed her legs and fastened the locks near her knees.

"No... no..."

Although she resisted with all her might, her legs completely ignored Ayaka's will and spread open to the left and right.

"Oh..."

When her legs were spread apart and fixed, Ayaka could only bite her lip and lower her head.

The miniskirt, already twenty-five centimeters above the knee, rode even higher due to the spread of her thighs.

"You can see her panties completely!"

Yasunaga stood face-to-face, his gaze relentlessly fixed on the deepest part of the miniskirt.

"Ah..."

Ayaka knew struggling was futile; she could only try to keep her legs tightly closed.

Although her skin was unharmed and there hadn't been any other caresses, Ayaka already felt utterly miserable.

Normally, to ensure everyone could see her legs, she always wore a super-short miniskirt suit or dress, never wearing anything else underneath—that was standard fashion.

If the other person were someone she truly loved, perhaps she could forgive him, but that was only 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 now was a lowly driver, a servant, and the uniform she was wearing only brought Ayaka more humiliation.

It's said that male passengers on Taipei Eastern Airlines almost always expect to see the underwear under their royal blue miniskirts.

But despite the expectation, the elegant flight attendants never give themselves away. That's the difference between them and adult film actresses; that subtle, yet unseen distance is like a thick wall.

"Oh! Black!"

Yasunaga knelt down, placing his face between his knees, which were spread at a ninety-degree angle, his eyes fixed on the depths of the miniskirt.

The feet in stockings on his spread thighs and the mounds of his breasts covered by black underwear exuded sensual beauty.

"Do you always wear black on flights?"

Yasunaga asked with a greedy expression, as if he was about to take off the stockings and lick them properly.

"How about it?"

"None of your business!"

Ayaka replied, trembling.

Besides her first-rate breasts, thighs, hips, and voluptuous body, Ayaka's genitals must also have perfect lines.

Whether her thighs were open or closed, they possessed an alluring curve.

Yasunaga, drooling, scrutinized Aya Kaori from head to toe in her uniform.

He imagined the beautiful and elegant Aya Kaori spreading her legs in that alluring pose.

To Yasunaga, the most precious things now were the blue uniform, black underwear, stockings, high heels, and the lingering smell of sweat from the 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 Aya Kaori's unique scent after the flight, a healthy and fragrant aroma.

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 and more.

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

Next, Yasunaga looked at her right leg.

Every human has two legs, but why do Ayaka's legs possess both elegance and sensuality, so alluring? Yasunaga felt incredibly happy and suddenly sobbed.

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

feeling his desire rising.

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

He brought his face close, seeing the small mound bulging within her black panties, a fragrant sensuality capable of shattering male rationality.

He slowly brought his nose and mouth closer.

A surge of electric pleasure shot through him.

Taking a breath felt like a fuse.

The smell of post-flight sweat and her natural fragrance brought Yasunaga's manhood to unparalleled satisfaction.

The pleasure of being immersed between the legs of the international flight attendant instantly overwhelmed him.

IV.

"Slave flight attendant, say your name."

Yasunaga asked, standing behind the camera, staring at Ayaka's miniskirt.

"What is this? Stop playing!"

Ayaka cried out, feeling the chill between her legs.

"Answer the question, slave flight attendant!"

"No!"

"There's no other way."

Yasunaga sent another signal.

The two men who had been there earlier came over, untied the ropes binding Ayaka's back, and immediately tied them to her head again. The locks on her feet were also released, and she was hoisted up by a motor.

Her two beautiful legs were 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 rounded and encased in black stockings and girdles.

"You disgusting buttocks!"

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

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

Ayaka cried out, forgetting the pain in her hands.

Then, a whip struck her buttocks.

"Ah!"

Ayaka's body throbbed with pain, curling into a shrimp-like shape. "

What are you doing?" "

Say your name!"

"You know it!"

Ayaka was slapped twice more.

"Name?"

"Komori Ayaka."

"Occupation?"

"International flight attendant."

"Age?"

"Twenty-four..."

"Height?"

"176 centimeters..."

"Bust size?"

"..."

The whip lashed her chest.

"Ninety-three!"

Ayaka bit her beautiful lower lip.

"

Cup size?"

"D cup!"

There were no E cups in Japan; bras were all imported.

"Hips?"

Yasunaga's hand roamed over her rounded buttocks.

"Ninety-three."

"When was your first time?"

"..."

"Answer me!"

The whip struck her thigh again.

"Ah!"

Ayaka's hands, suspended above, twitched. "

When I was sixteen!"

she said hoarsely.

"Who was the object?"

"Well, with you..."

Ayaka looked at Yasunaga, stopping herself in her tracks.

She hadn't told anyone about this; it was the last thing Ayaka wanted to talk about.

"A high school classmate!"

"You liked having sex back then, didn't you?"

"No..."

She barely managed to say it before the whip lashed out again.

"That's enough, isn't it?"

Several more lashes landed on her legs.

"Say you like it!"

"No!"

The whip lashed a few more times.

"Say you like it!"

"No!"

The muscles in her thighs were already bruised, and the weight on her wrists caused a sharp pain.

"Say it!"

The whip fell rapidly.

"You little..."

Ayaka cried out.

"Ah!"

The whip flew up her wrists.

"Say it! Slave flight attendant!"

"Ugh... Ugh... I like it!" "

She said it aloud.

'Louder!'

The whip lashed out again.

'I like... sex...'

She lowered her eyes, biting her lip.

'How many times a week do you do it with the president?' '

Not that often!'

The international flight attendant spends almost half a month abroad.

'You can see each other every day when you're in Japan! You do it every day when you meet, right?'

'I love Yutaka!'

'I didn't ask you those questions!'

The whip flew out again.

'You horny flight attendant, tell me the order of your erogenous zones!'

'Hmm! Breasts, ears, lips, back!'

'One more!'

'Ah! Inner thighs!'

Her hands, gripping the lock, were already drenched in sweat.

'Then... don't you feel anything here?'

Yasunaga reached into her underwear."

"Hmm! I can feel it..."

"What? Where can I feel it? Explain yourself!"

"Sex... my genitals..."

The beautiful flight attendant answered carefully to maintain her image. "

If you don't tell the truth, I'll give you another whipping. One on the face, three on the chest, ten on the buttocks, thirteen on the thighs. Choose whichever you like."

"Devil..."

Neither side felt comfortable.

"Okay, then my buttocks!"

"You..."

Ayaka stared blankly at Yasunaga, but Yasunaga's whip fell mercilessly.

"Oh... ah..."

Ayaka cried out, her whole body aching from the numbness, except for her buttocks.

After the buttocks, the whip moved to her beautiful legs.

"If you lie again, I'll slap your face, understand?"

Ayaka's head was lifted up.

"Ah! Okay..."

she groaned.

"What position do you like?"

"Nutritional position!" "

What else? Don't you like from behind?" "

I don't like it!"

"Have you done anything else since?"

"No!" "

Then this ass is still a virgin, that's the highest score."

She opened her eyes and looked at Yasunaga, seeing him pressing on something.

"No problem with your chest or buttocks, let's do a physical fitness test!"

"What's that?" "

That's a test that will determine your future fate, good luck!"

Finally, she was taken off, her hands were untied, she almost lost all feeling, her legs were numb, but she still quickly pulled down her miniskirt and straightened her clothes.

"What are you doing? Take everything off, sex slave!"

"Ah!"

Ayaka swallowed hard, the despicable short man in front of her was there. If her hands and feet were free, she wouldn't lose to him, but because there were two other people behind her, she didn't dare to act rashly. No, it should be said that Yasunaga had a huge organization behind him.

"What's wrong?"

Yasunaga looked at Ayaka with a whip in his hand.

"Don't use violence!" She

took a breath, placed her hand on her uniform, frowned, and began to take off her skirt. Although she felt resentful, she couldn't voice it.

The uniform was the badge of honor for flight attendants; both men and women aspired to wear it, and wearing it was a sign of being selected for excellence.

After taking off her skirt, she started to take off her top.

"Take off your stockings first!"

Ayaka glared at him and began to remove them. Yasunaga then told her to put her shoes back on.

After removing her top and bra, she was left with only high heels, black panties, and a white and blue scarf. Ayaka closed her legs tightly and hugged her chest.

"Let your hair down!"

She frowned, then removed the hairpin from the back of her head, and her long hair flowed down like a flood.

Her curly hair, full of femininity, added to her charm.

"Take your hands away!"

Yasunaga said in a dry voice. Although he had already ejaculated once, seeing the beautiful Ayaka standing in front of him wearing only panties reignited his desire.

"I really want to play with you for hours!"

he said, grabbing Ayaka's breasts again.

Ayaka was startled and pushed Yasunaga's hand away.

"Stand still!"

Two bright red handprints appeared on her face.

"What are you doing?"

she glared at him, and then she was punched again. Although Yasunaga looked frail, his punch was surprisingly powerful.

"Ouch!"

Ayaka's naked body arched.

"Stand still, you slave flight attendant!"

Ayaka raised her head, tears welling in her eyes, and said,

"Don't use violence!"

she pleaded with him.

"I told you to stand still, didn't you hear me!"

"I know!"

she steeled herself and nodded in agreement.

Yasunaga grasped her breasts and rubbed them against her chest.

"Spread your legs!"

"..."

Ayaka frowned and spread her beautiful legs.

She had been enduring the humiliation she had suffered.

Like a blow to her morale, Yasunaga's hand reached into her panties and began to slowly draw circles.

"You want your passengers to touch you like this during the flight, don't you?"

"..." "

How about?"

"No...no..."

"Nonsense! If not, why wear such sexy panties and let your breasts sway back and forth?"

"Ugh..." "

A lustful slave flight attendant will undergo even more rigorous inspection!"

Yasunaga's hand remained inside her panties as he ordered his black henchmen to come out.

Lu,

her hands were tied again, secured with three-kilogram lead weights, totaling six kilograms. Even with her hands hanging down, it was heavy, especially considering her previous fatigue.

"Crawl!"

Ayaka slowly squatted down, placing her hands on the floor, looking at the candles on the ground with a pained expression.

Like a large circle in a sumo ring, each candle was lit, forming a large circle.

"Alright, let's crawl around once to measure time!" "

Yasu gave a signal, and one of the black men lifted Ayaka's legs.

'Ah!'

Ayaka quickly used her wrists to support her upper body.

The black man pushed her from behind, shoving her next to the candles.

'Come on, step over the candles!'

Yasu grabbed her hair, ordering her to step over the burning candles; the flames were only ten centimeters from her chest, and the candles were spaced thirty centimeters apart. Even without moving, her skin would feel the heat, but at least she had to weave through the gaps to avoid the heat.

'Thirty seconds!'

'What is that?'

she protested.

'The physical demands on sex slaves are absolutely necessary, so it continues until you can't move anymore!'"

Seeing Yasunaga start pressing the stopwatch, Ayaka reluctantly began walking again.

Ayaka had always been athletic, enjoying sports since childhood and maintaining her figure with rhythmic gymnastics. To perform her job as a flight attendant with elegance, she needed to cultivate the stamina to endure hardship.

However, she was already exhausted from the flight, and being suspended like this, her arms were completely drained.

Each step forward caused her arms to tremble; if the lead weights were removed, she could easily walk for at least a week.

"Ten seconds left!"

Yasunaga's voice rang out when she had walked a third of the way, but she had reached her limit!

"Ah! Ah!"

Each step felt like a thousand pounds, but lowering her body even slightly brought the scorching heat of the candle.

After about halfway through, she was drenched in sweat, drops of sweat dripping down her face.

"Ten seconds left!"

"Ah!"

Ayaka strained with all her might to reach the finish line, her hands moving slowly. When she finally reached her destination, she was breathing heavily, like someone running a 100-meter dash. "

Twenty-eight and seven seconds!"

Ayaka looked up, legs tightly together, and as she lowered her head, her long hair touched the flame.

"The fire's out!"

Looking back, Yasunaga pointed out that the fifth candle's flame had gone out, probably extinguished by sweat.

"Start over!"

"What?!" "

It's starting!"

Yasunaga stopped the stopwatch.

"Oh!"

There was no room for protest. Not daring to waste a second, she didn't dare hesitate, but her hands were naturally more tired and heavier than the first time.

"Ten seconds left!"

Hearing this, she was less than halfway there. Besides her hands being unable to exert any force, this time she also had to be careful not to let the sweat drip down.

"Oh!"

Ayaka gritted her teeth and sped up, but her body completely wouldn't obey her commands. She reached the finish line in thirty-three seconds.

"One more time!"

"Please let me rest for a bit." "

Walking on both hands is already very difficult." Suddenly, she was whipped on the back.

"Ah!"

Ayaka, losing her balance, almost got burned by the fire. She struggled to straighten her arms.

"Keep going until you're good!"

Yasunaga coldly pressed the stopwatch.

"That's too much!"

Ayaka cursed as she attempted the third lap. This time she finished in 29.83 seconds, but two candles went out along the way.

"One more time!"

Yasunaga ruthlessly ordered.

Sweat poured down her face, and by the time she realized it, the stopwatch had already started running.

Ayaka failed five or six times. On the seventh attempt, she finally passed with 29.6 seconds. Luckily, her sweat didn't drip onto the candles. VII.

"

Your wrists are C out of A, B, C. Next is the leg strength test!"

Yasunaga grabbed Ayaka's hair as she lay flat on the ground and put his leg over her shoulder.

"Stand up, slave flight attendant!"

Ayaka's eyes widened.

"What are you going to do?"

"Try to be a horse."

"I can't!" "

If you don't stand up, I'll whip you fifty times and then make you circle a candle ten times!

" "How awful!" "

Which one is better?" "

Okay, I'll do it!"

Ayaka stood up, then lifted her waist, her face flushed red, her whole body trembling, staggering as she stood.

No matter how short, Yasunaga weighed at least fifty kilograms, and she had to lift this fifty-kilogram man.

After the flight, her usually proud legs were no longer under her control, especially with the six-inch high heels she was wearing. Due to poor balance, her toes were already deformed and congested.

But Ayaka still stood up. Although the lead weights on her hands had been removed, they were tied to her feet, and a mask was put over her mouth, with a strap running from the sides of her nose across her forehead to her head.

Sitting on his shoulders, Yasunaga grabbed Ayaka's lustrous hair and said,

"Go!"

The whip cracked on her buttocks.

"Ah!"

Ayaka groaned, gripping Yasunaga's ankles with both hands, and began to walk in circles.

"Thirty circles in five minutes!"

"..."

Completing one circle every ten seconds was difficult for a woman carrying a fifty-kilogram man.

Yasunaga pulled on the belt with one hand, and Ayaka had no choice but to walk in circles. Even a slight pause caused her to feel the pressure from her high heels.

"Oh! Ha!"

Sweat dripped down her face as she inhaled through her mask.

"My legs don't seem to be putting any weight on them!"

After twenty circles in three minutes, Yasunaga's feet brushed against his chest as he lifted Ayaka's beautiful hair and stroked the back of her neck.

Ayaka ignored him, concentrating on continuing to walk. Her legs were numb with pain! She only felt a heavy weight in her lower back.

"Three more circles!" "

Forty seconds left," Yasunaga instructed two black men to stand on either side of Ayaka with whips.

"Your legs are very strong, give us a few more lashes to boost your stamina!"

One of them struck her thigh from the front.

"Ouch!"

Ayaka cried out in pain.

The blow was unbearable,

especially since the black man had hit her ankle.

"Ah..."

If she weren't carrying Yasunaga on her back, she might have jumped up!

"No! No!"

Ayaka bit her belt, silently crying out several times.

But the two black men seemed to enjoy her cries, and the whips fell even faster.

Stopping seemed impossible; they had no choice but to keep going, so their speed naturally slowed down. Ayaka used her last bit of strength, completing thirty laps in four minutes and fifty seconds.

"Okay, turn left now."

"Oh!"

Shaking her head, she knew the time was already running, and she had no choice but to follow.

This time, the whipping mainly targeted the thighs and ankles, areas where international flight attendants typically have the best physical endurance.

The whip lashed down relentlessly, making it impossible to even walk.

Despite being drenched in sweat, Ayaka continued walking with focused concentration.

However, this time she took over ten seconds to complete the task.

"One more time, until you do it right!"

"Oh!"

She walked again amidst the rain of whips, but her speed decreased. The second time took five minutes and twenty seconds, the third five minutes and forty seconds, and the fourth, miraculously, she finished in exactly five minutes.

Unable to stand any longer, Ayaka collapsed after being put down by Yasunaga.

"Leg strength is also C-grade!" Yasunaga

said coldly, looking at the naked beauty covered in sweat, and placed his foot on her buttocks, saying,

"Next up is the sexual function test for Taipei Airlines' number one beautiful flight attendant!"

Without even a moment to rest, Ayaka's shackles were removed, and she was laid down on the leather sofa.

"Ah!"

When she saw herself lying next to two men on the ceiling, she quickly curled up into a ball.

"Ah...no..."

She clutched her breasts, bending her long legs inward to hide the cleft between her thighs. "

Now comes your favorite time, sex! Have fun! These two are sex experts, they know a woman's erogenous zones. If you don't perform well this time, you'll be the lowest-rated slave!"

Seeing Yasunaga's gesture, the two men pressed their black bodies against her, grabbing Ayaka's wrists and kissing her arms.

Ayaka couldn't help but shiver. Although she had opportunities to be near foreigners professionally, she wouldn't allow herself to have sex with them, especially with black men. Although she felt a little uncomfortable, the feeling disappeared immediately after being kissed.

Ayaka was more picky about men than others.

Some were physically intolerant, Yasunaga being one example.

But some seemed acceptable, yet their skin showed a rejection.

Neither of the two men here exhibited this problem.

Conversely, her chest felt sensual and sweet.

The two men kissed each finger, starting from the back of her hand.

That tongue was surprisingly soft; they were truly experts in lovemaking.

The tongue traveled down her wrist to her neck and ears, while the other hand took the opportunity to caress her unsuspecting body.

"Ah! Oh..."

Ayaka gritted her teeth, her toes curling inside her shoes.

Sensations repeatedly surfaced in her erogenous zones.

Her breasts were already hard and swollen, and her black panties were already leaking love juice.

Then, the two men made Ayaka lie face down, took off her high heels, spread her toes, and sucked on them one by one.

Her toes, which had been tortured since the long flight from Los Angeles, felt like they were melting, incredibly comfortable.

But the two black men, wearing only underwear, not only sucked on her toes and soles but also massaged her buttocks and the protruding part of her vulva with their fingers. After kissing

Ayaka

's ankles, inner thighs, and buttocks, she lay back down again.

Thirty minutes had passed, and the length of time and the precision of the caresses astonished Ayaka. The two men continued to stroke her erogenous zones with their tongues and fingers. She

was experiencing twice the pleasure of foreplay as others, and with two skilled men, the combined caresses were equivalent to four times the intensity of others.

Although she couldn't see clearly, her eyes were gleaming with excitement. Ayaka tried to control her breathing so they wouldn't hear her rapid breathing.

But the sweet sensations in her chest and lower body were impossible to hide.

The two men kissed her along her beautifully curved waist and armpits, down her thighs, and she felt the intense stimulation of their touch on her genitals.

"Ah... Oh..."

Ayaka, who had instinctively closed her eyes, opened them, looking at the ceiling. Her legs were bent in half and placed on her chest, forming an M shape.

"No..."

she cried out, but a surge of novelty washed over her.

In an instant, an image flashed through Ayaka's mind—a pornographic film she'd seen sometime before, featuring a beautiful actress in her early twenties.

By Ayaka's standards, she was undeniably beautiful. That woman was also being held by two men, her legs spread wide, her vulva being played with through her damp panties.

(How frivolous),

Ayaka thought with contempt.

Just like her, she herself was being manipulated in the same way today, and in front of the camera.

She'd seen her in an interview once and realized how superficial she was; while she looked beautiful, it was all the photographer's carefully crafted effect.

But this international flight attendant, soon to be the future wife of the president of Taipei Airlines, was different.

But the way her legs were spread wide in an M-shape sent a shiver down Ayaka's spine. She wanted to lower herself back to her normal position, but after those thirty minutes of sucking, she couldn't do what she thought would be easy.

Now, what terrified her even more was the pleasure of seeing her nipples bulge out of her black panties as two black men spread her legs in front of the camera.

"Ah! Please!"

she pleaded, but the two men had already begun to grope her breasts, one on each side.

"Oh..."

she moaned, her upper body swaying with an embarrassing reaction as her nipples hardened and turned red.

Due to the long flight and the intense physical and mental demands, the tension and resistance in Ayaka's body had vanished without a trace.

Of course, this was due to the two men's exceptional skill! Ayaka's physical and mental exhaustion had been replaced by waves of sexual desire.

One man sucked on her erect nipple with his full lips, while the other licked the tip with his tongue.

"Mmm... Oh..."

Ayaka moaned, propping herself up as two black hands slid down her spread legs, meeting on her black stockings.

"Ah... Oh... Hmm..."

Although it was still caressing, the feeling was strange. Although she wanted to use the last of her strength to fight back, she couldn't muster any power.

She couldn't believe it herself; she absolutely didn't dislike sex and could actually enjoy it.

But now, there were four hands, twenty fingers, two tongues, two lips, and two penises pleasing her body, making her perform exciting actions that no one else could.

Besides being drenched in sweat, what was even more irritating was the sticky, lustful fluid constantly seeping from her black panties, clinging to her inner thighs.

Reaction to caresses was normal, but for a flight attendant with high self-esteem, being filmed was worse than death.

The two men's fingers continued to rub against her inner opening through the thin silk of her black panties, causing spasms of pleasure deep within her previously open legs.

"Ah... Oh..."

With each moan, her nectar gushed forth.

After sucking on her breasts, their thick lips moved to her neck and ears, gently biting them. Ayaka's body and mind were completely intoxicated by their tongues.

From head to toe, her senses were fully open from the stimulation.

While sucking on her earlobes, their large hands lifted her D-cup breasts.

"Gah!"

Ayaka moaned repeatedly from the intense pleasure.

The next instant, the black fingers slowly moved to the black panties, searching for the entrance to the flower lips.

The exciting pleasure emanating from her legs quickly spread throughout her body.

"Oh..."

The black fingers seemed to have found the entrance, inserting themselves inch by inch.

"Mmm..."

When someone's lips pressed against hers, Ayaka pressed her own beautifully shaped lips against them.

Although she was very concerned that her infatuation was being captured on camera, at this moment, it seemed she had no other choice.

No, that was just an excuse; in fact, Ayaka's burgeoning desire had already controlled her lips, as she had actively intertwined her tongue with the one offered to her mouth.

"Ah... Ah..."

Even a sound of lust, which she herself found repulsive, escaped her throat. Breathing and entwining with the black man's tongue at the same time was so sweet! And she would be willing to kiss like this, no matter how long it lasted.

What was alarming was not only the kiss, but also the pleasure emanating from her breasts, her flower lips, and the pleasure spreading throughout her body, including her ears and inside her.

Nine,

a hand began to pull down her black panties.

But not completely; they were left hanging halfway between her two white thighs, the already wet panties looking even more unsightly.

"Hoo..."

Her beautiful face flushed crimson.

The pink cleft deep inside her thighs was now clearly visible in the camera's view.

The intense shame mixed with fervent sensuality made her even more alluring.

Just one finger touching the sides of the entrance was enough to cause the sticky fluid deep inside her labia to flow continuously.

He pressed down with two more fingers, and the sticky white fluid inside the opening had already soaked her vagina.

The internal desire, coupled with the illumination of the light, amplified the sensual urges.

At the entrance, which was covered in vaginal fluid, the tip of a man pressed against it.

Mixed with despair and anticipation, Ayaka groaned again:

"Oh... Oh..."

While kissing one person, Ayaka felt the insertion of another, and she cried out with animalistic sounds due to the high level of excitement.

In an instant, darkness enveloped her. In the near future, she would be the wife of Yutaka, the president of Taipei Airlines.

"I was raped,"

she could say, but she probably wouldn't be forgiven! Because her current behavior already surpassed her behavior during sex with Yutaka.

Although her mind clearly wanted to control herself, her body involuntarily experienced waves of desire.

On Ayaka's left side, someone was hugging her from behind, holding her breasts, kissing her earlobe.

That alone filled Ayaka with a sensual frenzy, because he had already kissed her entire body with his tongue.

(How could it be so intoxicating?)

She thought to herself as she opened her mouth to welcome the black man's tongue.

Those fiery kisses ignited a burning desire in her throat.

(Just a little more, just a little more!)

she told herself.

"Oh..."

Ayaka kept sucking on that saliva-covered tongue.

When the two tongues were tightly joined, an unprecedented sweetness was repeatedly released in Ayaka's throat.

Of course, she had done oral sex before, but that was just to please men. She felt aroused, but not to the point of making sounds.

It was probably the reaction to the movement of the penis inside her.

One penis inside her, and another inside her... Only a genius could have that skill! Ordinary people could never do it.

Besides, oral sex was a disgraceful act for Ayaka.

"Hmm... Hmm..."

Knowing her posture would be filmed, her mouth moved unconsciously.

"Ah..."

With a loud groan, Ayaka felt a strong spasm in her lower abdomen.

Thick, sticky juice spurted from inside her labia, all white and sticky.

"Ah... Ah..."

Ayaka shook her hips violently, already immersed in sensuality, the symbolic hat of an international flight attendant long forgotten.

She was experiencing an unprecedented orgasm.

Naturally, the penis in Ayaka's mouth also reacted.

But suddenly, both penises were pulled out simultaneously at the crucial moment.

"Ah... Oh..."

The waiting time made Ayaka restless, and her desire reignited.

But the insertion of different men brought a sense of novelty.

Ayaka's body experienced fresh pleasure from different men.

It seemed like only a short time had passed before she felt an orgasm approaching again.

"Ah!" "

Oh!"

"Ha!"

Sweating profusely, she sucked the penis all the way down to her throat.

But just before reaching climax, the man pulled his penis out again.

"No, don't!"

Amid Ayaka's protests, the two changed positions again.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

In the anxious wait, Ayaka's sensuality became even more acute.

She almost wanted to beg the two men to hurry up and continue.

When they entered again, Ayaka quickly used her hips, trying to reach orgasm quickly.

But this time, she couldn't.

"Oh! How annoying!"

After five or six rounds of torment, Ayaka finally cried.

The two continued to torment her.

Ayaka moaned through her tears, unable to distinguish whether the tears were for joy or anxiety.

Deep down, she desperately needed it, but she didn't know which one would enter at any moment. The feeling of waiting made her almost afraid to close her eyes.

But then she saw the two hurriedly get off the bed on either side of her and leave.

"Want to have sex? Slave flight attendant!"

Hearing Yasunaga's voice, Ayaka opened her eyes and said,

"Yes, yes!"

She still hated Yasunaga in her mind.

But the lust in her body made her unable to judge.

"Okay, lift your ass up. A doggy style is most suitable for a slave flight attendant as arrogant as you."

Yasunaga adjusted the camera tripod and came to Ayaka's side.

This despicable man is going to violate me from behind.

This is the only position I've never done with anyone else!

(How can I let him...)

Although I clearly want to refuse, my body's will goes against my thoughts, and I obediently lie on the bed, raising my buttocks.

Yasunaga's hand touches that elegant buttocks.

(No!)

But there is an even stronger expectation inside my body.

Yasunaga's penis plunges into Ayaka's burning entrance in one go.

"Oh..."

A trembling of shame and pleasure makes Ayaka cry.

At the same time, Yasunaga also cries out, because he also feels the pleasure of wild intercourse coming from the tip of his white buttocks.

Enveloped by the lustful body of the woman, Yasunaga's desire is also released, and he is intoxicated by wave after wave of orgasms. The

white

silk petticoat strap slowly slides down from Yutaka's hand.

Ayaka ties her long hair behind her ears and looks directly at Yutaka, that carefully made-up face, which one can look at for a long time without getting tired of it.

Ayaka was brimming with confidence, her eyes devoid of girlish shyness.

Yutaka looked at her with admiration, and Ayaka's heart was already damp with victory and joy...

This was a room in Shinagawa's most luxurious hotel.

Although the lighting was dim, it was enough to see each other's bodies. Yutaka, facing the bed, untied the straps of her slip.

The silk slip slid slowly down Ayaka's porcelain-like figure.

Her 93cm D-cup breasts weren't just large, they beautifully accentuated her curves.

So the straps always slipped down to her wrists and wouldn't fall down.

Her nipples were visible through the lace, and Ayaka couldn't help but cry out.

Her nipples, caressed by the silk, were already engorged and erect, incredibly full from every angle, almost vertical.

After that night of passion, it was impossible for Ayaka's body to cool down.

The reason is clear: it's because of that "nightmare" three days ago. Even though her body has calmed down, the mental trauma isn't so easily erased.

No, looking back now, it might really have been a dream, because it's completely detached from reality.

But the memories of the humiliation and the pleasure of intercourse she experienced then are deeply imprinted in her mind.

She can't say anything to Yutaka—no, it should be said that she wants to forget quickly, so she hopes Yutaka's hands will caress her.

Of course, it would be better to tell him everything, not because she's afraid he'll lose her if he knows, but because she thinks it will hurt him! But he would never abandon her.

This thought makes Ayaka's heart ache.

Tonight too, the moment she sees him, she hopes he'll immediately hold her and lie on the bed, even in a third-rate hotel.

But Yutaka would never be so rude; he deeply respects Ayaka, an international flight attendant—that's his consistent style.

As the second-generation heir of Taipei Airlines, if he were to use violence against Ayaka, she would probably endure it! Perhaps it was Yutaka's attitude that attracted Ayaka!

Yutaka trembled as he pulled his petticoat down to his waist and knelt down.

It was a habit between the two of them. At first, Ayaka was startled; it was truly offensive for her company president to kneel before her.

But since Yutaka liked it, she had no choice but to obey, while inwardly she didn't care that a man of high social standing was kneeling before her because of her beauty.

"I used to think there was no one more beautiful than you, but now I know that was a misconception."

After Yutaka took off his bra straps, seeing Ayaka in only three-inch red high heels, black stockings, and beige underwear, his voice trembled.

"Tonight you are more beautiful than ever, no, more accurately, beautiful and sexy, a goddess and a devil at the same time."

He said in a rapturous, tragic tone.

Ayaka felt a sweet, painful shiver, a pain that went deep into her heart. It wasn't just verbal praise, but it sounded incredibly painful.

In fact, she was different tonight. Besides the angle of her nipples, her panties featured a lot of lace, accentuating her curves even more beautifully.

Yutaka noticed this, and besides her breasts expanding, her lower body also felt a surge of tension.

"Let me kiss your feet,"

Yutaka said impatiently, taking off Ayaka's red high heels and kissing her.

Ayaka trembled all over; no one knew how long she had waited for this moment.

Following her ankles, knees, and thighs, Yutaka kissed her face, her voice almost a sob, as she rubbed her cheeks, until she reached the edge of her stockings and onto her delicate skin.

Finally, she kissed the softest parts of her body, at the center of her beige panties.

The high-waisted beige panties further emphasized her slender figure.

Her rounded figure looked even more alluring than usual, and Ayaka often wore high-waisted panties, which made her waist appear even more slender.

Because she knew how sexy and alluring she looked in these high-waisted panties.

More accurately, she deliberately wore them to show Yutaka, who was kneeling, her most prized feature: the center of her underwear.

Whether her intentions were successful or not was unknown, but seeing Yutaka's tearful gaze at that bulge on her thigh was enough to tell.

As Yutaka's lips slowly approached, Ayaka brought her legs together, pushing out her alluring, thick nipple.

The kiss between their lips, accentuated by high heels, stockings, and high-waisted panties, exuded a seductive atmosphere even while standing.

The young president of Taipei Airlines was now kneeling before her, his body pressed against her irritating vulva, offering himself completely. In that instant, her beautiful body had utterly conquered the president of a large company.

Therefore, when Yuka pressed her lips to Yuka's thick, hairy labia, the resulting semen didn't cause Ayaka much dissatisfaction.

Eleven,

Ayaka licked the penis with her tongue, making it grow larger.

This time, Ayaka knelt beside Yuka, who was wearing pajamas, her buttocks, resting on high heels, boldly exposing more than two-thirds of her skin. The center of her high-waisted panties, tightly pressed against her buttocks, was already soaked.

The penis, already ejaculated, slowly regained its vigor in Ayaka's mouth.

Ayaka usually disliked oral sex, but tonight, incredibly, she didn't find it repulsive at all.

On the contrary, it gave Ayaka a burning passion throughout her body.

In fact, the pleasure that rose in her mouth when her lips pressed down and began to suck made Ayaka unconsciously cry out.

Up until now, she had never experienced the pleasure of oral sex... Once, in a nightmare three days ago, when those two huge black men touched her labia with their mouths, Ayaka could feel it even in her hand holding their penis.

Why did she refuse that pleasure? With something so good, she should start sooner rather than later.

Ayaka focused intently on licking the man's genitals, from the base to the glans, with utmost concentration.

Finally, Ayaka lay across the bed, and Yutaka, kneeling beside her, began to remove the black stockings from Ayaka's beautiful legs.

When only her underwear remained, Yutaka leaned down and kissed the insteps of Ayaka's feet.

Ayaka felt a tension rise in her upper body, gripping the sheets tightly. Yutaka's lips and tongue began to suckle from her toes, one by one, each suckle raising Ayaka's arousal to a greater degree.

Yutaka kissed upwards along her parted legs, all the way to her thighs.

Ayaka's hands gripped her high-waisted panties, pulling them up, not to prevent her labia from spilling out, but to accentuate the shape of her buttocks.

In fact, when Yutaka pressed her feet against those noble, cold thighs, seeing her buttocks encased in panties and the rounded mounds within, she already felt slightly dizzy.

If she hadn't already done it once, she probably would have already bent down and indulged in sucking her nectar.

The rounded buttocks and beautiful feet on those thighs had an expression as cold as pottery, that coldness further stimulating Yutaka's nerves and arousing her burning desire.

When he pressed his lips to her full, round buttocks, touching the moist, inverted triangle of her body, the fervor had already numbed his senses.

After kissing her back for a while, Yutaka moved his tongue to her neck and behind her ears, finally letting his hair down, burying his face in it, and pulling down his high-waisted trousers.

His underwear, soaked with love juice, was only half off. He then pulled Ayaka into his arms with his left hand and entered her from behind.

The burning penis, combined with Ayaka's hot, sticky fluid, brought an indescribable sense of pleasure, making Yutaka feel as if his lower body was melting.

But with the increasing frequency of his thrusts, the pleasure only intensified.

With each thrust, a joyful sensation filled his entire body, like a fish in water. Yutaka caressed Ayaka's unguarded waist and crossed her armpits to kiss her breasts.

Oh... Ayaka's moans mingled with the thrusts of his penis.

When the man's penis touched the cervix, it was like an eggshell breaking; in an instant, desire and pleasure scattered.

Looking back, since that nightmare, there had never been a moment of stillness; sometimes she would use her fingers to ignite that burning desire, making it even more intense.

If a woman had never experienced such a sweet sexual experience, sex would just be a means to an end, or merely an embellishment in life.

But the pleasure of experiencing five orgasms like a man could provide was indescribable.

Yutaka stood on her left leg, holding her breast with her right hand, her left leg stretched out to allow the penis to penetrate.

This angle made Ayaka feel incredibly ashamed, yet the moment the penis boldly entered her pink, honeyed hole, she was filled with excitement.

When her nipples and the area behind her ear were sucked simultaneously, Ayaka couldn't help but cry out.

"You were amazing tonight,"

Yutaka said in a moved voice. Ayaka frowned slightly; it was indeed true, but she was unwilling to admit that she was a lustful woman.

"Was it good?" "

Do you feel anything?"

The person asking that was incredibly foolish.

"I'm so glad you're so excited, I really want to stay inside you like this!"

Yutaka said, rubbing the tip of his penis deep into her uterus.

In that instant, Ayaka's body and mind were completely united.

When the man's semen came out, she tightened her vagina and let out a beast-like cry.

Ayaka buried her face in the pillow, sobbing. Her underwear was already off, and she lay naked on the bed, her face down, her legs spread wide, from her waist to her white buttocks, Yutaka's penis still wandering everywhere.

Although it wasn't a standard doggy style, this was the first time she was truly allowed to be from behind.

Although there was a slight sense of humiliation, it had long since disappeared under the burning desire, only the doggy style position she had been on all fours remained unforgettable.

In fact, just the act of making love in the most luxurious hotel, giving her body to the man she loved, was already an unparalleled pleasure.

When Yutaka lifted her thighs, Ayaka offered no resistance, appearing completely submissive, her legs draped around Yutaka's waist.

It was a modified rear-entry position, her lower abdomen completely off the bed, supported only by his penis. With each thrust, Ayaka cried out in response to her body's reaction.

In that instant, a stream of nectar gushed from deep within her womb.

"Yutaka, can I be your wife?"

Overwhelmed by the sweetness, Ayaka asked, gazing at the ceiling.

"What are you saying? Only you can be my wife!"

"But I'm not worthy!" "

Unlike you! I love everything about you. You're not only beautiful, but also intelligent, and you have high standards for yourself!"

Ayaka frowned slightly. Of course, she was quite confident in herself and never doubted her position as the company president's wife, but because of that nightmare, she was a little worried.

However, seeing Yutaka's pure emotions, she decided it was better not to say anything and concealed her feelings.

Because she didn't want to hurt him, and was eager to marry him; if she could, her life would have hope.

"You don't hate me anymore, do you?"

"No..."

Ayaka watched him press his lips to hers.

"No, I like you, just like now!"

Then, suddenly, he grasped his penis and pressed his lips to hers. As the penis slowly hardened and groaned, Ayaka herself also reached orgasm, and both of them came simultaneously.

Chapter Two: The Cave of Love

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Ayaka faced the mirror, gathered her hair, and put on her hat. From her dark blue uniform, we could tell she was a bright and lovely international flight attendant.

When she straightened her posture, her beauty was undeniable. Today, she was preparing to serve on a flight to San Francisco.

Today, many male passengers would probably cast lustful and admiring glances at her!

But as Ayaka stared blankly at herself in the mirror, she suddenly became unhappy. Someone had barged in.

"What's up? How's your mood today?"

Yasunaga, who came from behind, shamelessly put his hand on her shoulder.

"What is it?"

"Don't be so high and mighty. I brought you a gift."

Yasunaga pulled several photos from his jacket pocket, and Ayaka was shocked when she saw them.

The photos showed two black men kissing her anus and mouth. "

We filmed it all clearly,"

Yayaka said, glaring at him, determined to uncover some of this short man's secrets.

When she regained consciousness, she found Yasunaga's hand inside her dark blue uniform from behind, rubbing her breasts.

"Whoa! What are you doing?"

she cried, grabbing his hand.

"Let go of me! Do you want the company to see these photos?"

Ayaka had no choice but to obediently lower her hand. In this nightmare, Yasunaga was in control.

"You better behave!"

Yasunaga indiscriminately fondled her breasts with both hands, then pulled up her miniskirt. Ayaka

instinctively tried to pull her skirt down.

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