NOTE: This is part of a multi-chapter story of which there are forty chapters plus an epilogue. An uncompleted version of this story appeared here at Literotica a few years ago in case it looks familiar to you. The story has been revised and completed. Chapters 37 - 40 and the epilogue are all new material.
As they ambled down the corridor Deirdre walked ahead and picked up Jane's leash. "Move slave. It's time to go."
As they approached the open door it got colder and colder. Jane had goosebumps all over her naked skin. Everyone else was wearing jackets to protect themselves from the cold as they walked out to the waiting vans with their bags. Deirdre stepped up into the back door of the first van. Grabbing Jane's arms, she helped Jane step up into the van without banging her shins on the vehicle's metal frame. "Sit on the floor slave. The seats are for the others."
As Deirdre and Jane sat in the van, the rest of the team finished loading all the equipment and luggage in the panel truck behind them. The cameramen would drive the panel truck and the product team would ride in the van with Deirdre and Jane, with Todd driving.
The van was outfitted with plush seats on both sides. As the team sat down Jane was thankful the doors were finally closed as she sat shivering in the middle of the floor continuing to weep softly as she contemplated her fate. Everyone settled in for the ride to the airport. As they got out onto the freeway Deirdre reminded Todd, "No tickets."
"No shit," was Todd's response, looking back at their chained and hooded naked slave. Todd had no desire to replace Jane's sweet ass with his own at the county jail.
George was sitting directly across from Deirdre. When they finally made eye contact George gave Deirdre a questioning look and nodded down toward Jane. George never got to participate, since he was always behind a camera. Deirdre smiled back nodding her head yes.
"Slave, turn around," commanded Deirdre.
Jane shimmied around clanking her chains as she went. Deirdre reached around Jane's head and opened the Velcro snap located at the mouth of the hood.
"Slave! Worship the cock that is about to be generously provided you," ordered Deirdre.
George's pants were already down around his ankles and his cock was at full staff. Although it was not impressive by the standards of the other men in the van, George's prowess was on the other end of the camera.
Even with the flap open, Jane could not see anything. It was not until George grabbed the back of the hood and guided Jane's mouth to his cock that she could finally see the head, just as he pushed it into her open mouth.
"Don't embarrass me slave. Do a good job. Suck that cock dry and don't soil my carpeting. Swallow every drop," ordered Deirdre.
Jane went to work on George's cock with a great deal of encouragement from George. He was fucking her face with reckless abandon. It did not take long. George never even got as far as exploring Jane's throat. Jane could feel the cum pumping in George's pulsing cock and she swallowed as quickly as she could, trying to keep up with the sticky paste.
Jane swallowed every mouthful as it spurted from George's cock. Jane sucked the remaining cum from the head of George's cock and then licked the cum from his shaft and the cum that was dripping from the corner of her mouth. Jane sat back on her haunches, breathing deeply.
"Good work slave. That was an excellent job. With very little training you are proving to be an excellent cock sucker. After a couple of weeks more practice you'll be ready for the big time." Deirdre looked around and everyone was laughing quietly.
They had arrived at the private airport and quickly pulled into the hanger. Richard got out of the van first and went over to meet with the pilots. As he kept them occupied Deirdre pulled some sweatpants on Jane and a hoodie over her head. The group walked toward the airplane ramp, keeping Jane on the opposite side from the pilots' view. Richard kept the pilots busy until Jane was safely on the plane and sequestered in the rear private compartment.
Like the van, the back compartment had seating all the way around, forming nearly a complete oval. Deirdre led Jane to the middle of the room and told her to sit down on the floor. Jane was a quick learner and she already knew the drill. Jane lurched when she felt the riding crop brush up against her back, but Deirdre was only stroking her. "You have been a particularly good slave thus far. Until we get in the air, I don't want to hear a sound from you."
"Stand up," order Deirdre as she pulled the hoodie from Jane. Deirdre removed the sweatpants as well. Again, Jane lurched at the touch of the riding crop on her bare bottom. Deirdre rubbed it across Jane's bottom until she found the space between her legs. After removing the sweatpants, Jane was on all fours. Deirdre stroked Jane's pussy with the narrow crop as Jane lifted her ass to meet the leather. Deirdre began lightly slapping Jane's moist pussy with the crop, teasing her with each light blow.
Deirdre could tell that Jane was getting close as Jane's breathing became heavier. With one loud crack, Jane felt the pain singe her right buttock.
"Remember slave, I told you, no orgasms unless I say so," admonished Deirdre. "Now get your ass on the floor."
Jane was beside herself. She had been so close. The truth be told, she had enjoyed being a slave thus far. When she used to masturbate, her fantasies were often about being held hostage and being ravished. Jane sat quietly, excited about what might happen to her next.
The guys had loaded all the equipment in the front of the plane and the entire staff made their way to the rear compartment for the trip to Arizona. Everyone found their seats and strapped in. Deirdre helped Jane from the floor and put her in the seat next to her, putting the hood back on Jane, and strapped her in for takeoff.
As they whisked down the runway and lifted off Jane felt a rush at the unexpected liftoff. Jane wondered if she would be allowed to sit there for the rest of the trip. As they gained altitude and made the turn back toward the east, Jane sat back in the seat and relaxed briefly, lost in her thoughts.
Jane could hear the conversations going on around her. Deirdre was talking to Richard about the video they had already shot and how Jane seemed to be eating the camera. The cameramen were talking techno stuff, before their conversation eventually turned to how much they would like a piece of Jane's ass.
Tom, Kieran, and George were discussing the shooting schedule for the next day and strategizing about what they could do on the days when they would have to go dark. They finally decided they would spend the time in the editing room and work their way through the video and stills they already had. Jane could not understand how the few minutes of video that had been shot in the studio could take so long, but then, she really did not know anything about this business.
Jane was relaxed now and when Richard asked Deirdre if Jane liked Jane's new hair styling and color, without thinking Jane blurted out, "Yes I think the color matches my skin really well. I'm really happy with it."
The next thing Jane knew she had been tugged roughly by the chain around her neck and went sprawling on the floor of the cabin. Jane knew what was next and she did not have to wait very long. The crack of the riding crop and the burning sensation were almost simultaneous. Jane screamed loudly. That was the hardest Deirdre had hit her yet. As Jane got up on all fours she was greeted with another stroke, this time even harder. "I told you slave, not a sound."
"Do you understand slave? Shake your head if you understand." said Deirdre harshly.
Jane shook her head furiously, not wanting any more punishment. Jane thought that she might have to rethink how much fun this was just as the next lash came, and then another. Jane started whimpering with sounds that were barely audible. One lash came after another until Jane collapsed to the cabin floor. Jane lay there whimpering for what seemed like hours, even though it was only a few minutes. She was thankful that the lashing was over.
Deirdre grabbed the hood and yanked Jane's head up to her mouth. "I told you to be a good slave. I guess I was just too lenient with you. I won't make that mistake again."
Now Jane could hear Deirdre talking to someone in a low voice at the opposite end of the cabin. She heard the door open and close and then open and close again a few minutes later. Deirdre stood Jane up and moved her over into the corner. She could hear something being rolled out on the floor. She could also hear the murmur of conversation from the opposite corner of the room. As she was trying to make out the conversation Jane suddenly felt a familiar set of hands rubbing oil into her skin.
Sophie rubbed the oil into every inch of Jane's body to the point where Sophie's hands just slid from one spot to another. Sophie was leading Jane back to the center of the cabin now, but she no longer felt the carpet under her bare feet. She was on plastic and it made a crunching noise as she walked across it to the center of the cabin.