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.