Eileen fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat. Far below, the city gave way to rolling countryside, then to open ocean, sparkling blue dusted with small white clouds. Anthony steadfastly refused answer her questions with anything more than a smile and a "hush." Her body throbbed around the plug in her ass; every beat of her heart was answered by a tremor between her legs. The intrusion was a constant dull ache, preventing her from relaxing.
Before long, Anthony's steady breathing in the seat beside her told her that he was already napping. She writhed next to him, and as time passed, the ache grew inexorably stronger, until it filled her consciousness and she could think of nothing else. She shifted around, trying to find a position that would ease her discomfort, and could not prevent a small moan from escaping her lips. Fire touched her cheeks. Her pussy clenched in time with the throbbing.
She took a deep breath to steady herself.
It's only for a little while,
she thought,
only until they start serving lunch...
She caught that thought and examined it. When had that happened? At some point during the honeymoon, obeying Anthony had become natural to her. He had told her to keep the plug inside herself until the flight crew started their meal service, and so she had accepted that that is what she would do. When was the moment that she had given her will over to him? Was she really turning into a sex slave?
Her mind floated back through a catalog of the previous days. She remembered the violation from the night before, the hard erection in her ass as she lay bent over the table. That had felt so different from the plug inside her now; warmer, not as tight. She was surprised that it hadn't hurt. Having Anthony's cock inside her ass had felt almost...
Her heart thudded. Did she actually know that it had been Anthony who had taken her? She hadn't been able to see behind her. Could it have been the bellhop? She had never felt a penis inside here that way before, so she had nothing to compare it to. It might not have been her husband! What if he had let the bellhop defile her that way? What if she had married the man of her dreams, only to have him give her to a stranger, to do such a filthy thing to her? Her breathing came harder. That thought should disgust her, right?
Unconsciously, she started rocking her hips in tiny, subtle motions. She thought about the way she had kissed the bellhop, back in front of the hotel. She could barely remember his name, but she could still almost feel his lips on hers, the way he had sighed when her hands moved around him...why had she done that? Because Anthony had told her to. Why did it feel natural to obey him, even when he told her to do such foul and unnatural things?
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are ready to begin our in-flight meal service. The flight attendants will shortly be coming through the cabin. Please turn to page 70 of our in-flight magazine to see today's meal choices, and remember that cocktails are available for an additional three pounds."
The announcement startled Eileen out of her reverie. She became aware of the way she was moving her hips. Anthony had awakened and was looking at her with an unreadable expression. She flushed and turned away. "I was..."
"Fucking yourself against the plug in your ass. I saw." He grinned. "And here I thought you wanted to take it out!"
Her face burned. "I do! Anthony, it hurts!"
"Soon. They're starting with lunch. As soon as they come by with our food, you can go."
"But it hurts now!"
"Hush. This will help you learn how to take it. When your training is finished, you'll be able to wear that plug all day long."
"Anthony!" She felt herself turn bright crimson. "I don't want to—"
"It doesn't matter what you want. Now hush! Not another word out of you or you'll be wearing it for another hour!"
Eileen sat in fidgety silence while the flight attendant made her excruciatingly slow way down the aisle, asking the passengers whether they preferred chicken or beef. By the time she arrived at their row, Eileen could barely sit still. She mumbled something unintelligible when the flight attendant asked her a question; the issue of chicken or beef seemed so remote to her that it scarcely pried her attention away from the steady throbbing ache. She took the wrapped package automatically and turned to Anthony, eyes pleading.
"Okay! Okay!" he laughed. His tone changed, became more commanding. "Get up. Go into the bathroom and remove the plug. Wash it before you come back."
She stood and worked her way past his seat. The form-hugging skirt made maneuvering down the aisle surprisingly difficult. With each tiny step, the plug moved fractionally inside her. Every little motion the plane made threatened to spill her into someone's lap, and she felt constrained and unsteady on her feet. Faces looked up at her as she passed. Eyes swept her body, some of them focusing on her nipples, clearly visible against the thin, scanty top. She blushed, feeling exposed and alone.
When she finally reached the bathroom, it was empty. She sighed with relief for small blessings and shut herself in the cramped space. Dim greenish fluorescent lights flickered on.
Then she discovered her first problem.
The long, tight skirt prevented her from being able to remove the plug. She couldn't reach under it, and the rubber-like material resisted being rolled up. She struggled with it for a few moments before she realized that she would have to pull it down to reach the thing in her ass.
