Flying High
A fun little story about a presidential brat
Trigger warning: This story contains elements of consensual non-consent, sexual violence and BDSM.
When the door burst open, I just sat there, panties around my ankles in a cloud of smoke. I stared up at them with a legit ‘fuck you’ smirk on my face, not even surprised. More stiffs wrecking my fun. It never ended. Dour, disapproving faces glowering back at me. I couldn’t help but giggle, but I didn’t even try to cover up. Instead, I pushed the joint between my lips and took another long, slow, deep drag while cranking up my middle finger in a swirling motion to make sure they saw it.
Fucking stiffs. Always right there, swirling around me like moths ruining my flame, and here they were again. I looked up at Agent Carnes and blew the smoke out, watching to see if he kept eye contact. I ignored Rodriguez.
“I know you can see my pussy, perv.” But I know you won’t dare look.
He didn’t blink, but stepped forward with a snarl and plucked the doob right out of my fingers, tossed it between my open legs and into the toilet water below. “Bitch, there’s no smoking in the toilets. I don’t give a fuck who you are. N-O smoking, ‘specially not that.” He waved his hand around, trying to disperse the smoke.
I just stared back, my smirk gone into the toilet with my high. “Jesus, you lame fucks.” A girl couldn’t get any fun even here. For fucks sake, I’d been surrounded by these assholes for years now, day in and day out, and Daddy had said, ‘Oh, you’ll have a normal life. You’ll barely notice them.” And yet, nope, nada, not a dick, doobie or even a cute dork would come within ten feet of me freshman, sophomore, junior or senior years. And even Allison, oh sweet cute yummy Alli, who’d slipped into my bed from her side of the room a few times, even she’d been nervous about coming near me. My own roommate! All because of these stiffs and what she’d seen them do.
They stared down at me. Agent Carnes and Agent Rodriquez on the case - on my fucking case and in my face, and fuck fuck fuck fuck wouldn’t they just go away and at least let me get high. I can’t get laid like a normal chick. Can’t a girl just get her smoke on?
“Fuck off, pervs. You had your fun. This is the bathroom, my bathroom, my room, and I’m mostly naked. What will Daddy say? I don’t think this is in your job description.” My voice dripped acid - at least I hoped it did - just like that alien monster from the old movies when it drooled right before it killed you with that sword-tongue thing.
“We’re going to need to report this, Jumpseat.”
I hated it when they called me that. Just cuz daddy was a C-5 pilot when I was little and he let me ride along sometimes.
“Don’t forget to report standing there gaping at my 22 year old bald as fuck hot young pussy. I see your junior-sized boner, Prick.” I sat back on the toilet, panties still around my ankles in nothing but a white, fitted camisole and slipped that middle finger directed their way down between my legs, my eyes locked on his to see if he’d follow, felt the electricity as it found my clit and realized I was wet. And not from the little stream of pee I’d let out just before the stiffs had crashed my party. I glanced from Jr. Agent Prick to Senior Agent Slick, what I’d nicknamed them some time back, and both of them - impressive, I gotta say - didn’t take the bait. I mean, for reals? I was hot, for fucks sake! Co-captain of the cheerleadering team, two years of D1 soccer, and a gym regimen that made college boys blush. And here was my little pink pussy, virtually untouched, except for a few smuggled veggies and the time I borrowed Alli’s vibe - she promptly let me keep it - oh, and her fingers and her tongue. I didn’t even think about that other stuff, but untouched by a boy my age, if not a cutie patootie roommate. And these stiffs - damn weak, fam - just staring, and not even at the goods. Weak sauce.
Agent Prick, I mean, Carnes, touched his ear, his eyes suddenly looking past me, and then he nodded to Slick, Agent Rodriguez, and then spoke into his little radio cuff thingie. “We’re a go.”
And then they grabbed me. WTF, fam!
I opened my mouth to protest, my hands reaching out to push them back, but Rodriquez had me by the ponytail I always slept in, her other hand silencing me so fast my head nearly spun around from the stinging slap. And then her hand was over my mouth while other hands grabbed my wrists and forced them behind my back. They dragged me forward by my hair as I shuffled, almost stumbling out of my panties.
“On the bed,” I heard one of them say, and then I was lifted off the ground. My head was still spinning from the weed, or the slap, or both, I barely knew what was happening, just that my heart was pounding. And my bedroom was dark, so there was nothing to see when they whipped me across the room onto the bed. I hit it with a bounce, tried to right myself and turn to face them, the dirty, fucking stiffs, but they were on me in an instant. Didn’t they know who I was?
Before I could even move, I was pinned. A hand yanked my head back. I opened my mouth to scream, but they jammed my panties in deep, gagging me. In the dark, gagged, pinned and mostly naked, I thrashed around. It wasn’t going to be that easy. I was a college athlete. I’d had six years of hand-to-hand combat training and jujitsu. I was training for the Olympic team, and I was a fucking handful.
Only none of that mattered tonight. “In here. Hold this bitch down,” said another voice in the dark, and I heard muffled voices and footsteps. I didn’t have time to react, to lash out, even try to shake my head or spit out my own panties as the shadows surrounded me, grabbed me, flipped me on my stomach and held me down. Hands gripped my wrists and pulled my arms up over my head. Another pair had me by the ankles, my legs pulled down flat. I yanked, twisted, tried to escape, tried to scream, tried everything my training had told me to do, only there was no way out.
And then, suddenly it was as if the room went quiet, like time slowed down because I heard a little evil laugh and low rumbling voice from somewhere. “Wreck this uppity cunt.”
I froze as I heard the all-too-familiar sound of a belt flying out of its loops. “Noooooo!” I screamed into my gag, but before I could finish the last oooooo’s, the first crack of leather hit my ass. I howled. Again and again, the blows rained down on my bottom. I screamed a different scream each time and yanked and twisted and pulled, trying to break free, but the iron-gripped fucks had me and there was no getting out of it. With each blow, I felt my body shudder, the pain racing up and down my skin as if the leather was hitting me everywhere at once. With each blow, I could feel the strength in my arms and legs ebbing, the power of my please dying away, my resistance slipping. Tears welled in my eyes and slid down my cheeks. I screamed again and again, muffled by my own panties, until there was nothing but sobbing, blow after blow, and finally acceptance.
They held me like that as I cried, not an ounce of resistance in my body, not even a thought, only hoping the belt would stop, the pain searing my bottom would end. Anything, I tried to scream, anything but the belt. Please. Anything, but there was nothing but mumbling coming from my gagged mouth face down on the bed. Then it was gone, and I laid there in a puddle of my own tears until I felt the hands let go and a familiar voice in my ear.
It was Slick, Special Agent Amelia Rodriquez. “Are you going to be a good little bitch now, Jumpseat?”
I nodded, made some soft, humble whimper through my gag as the hands rolled me over. I shuddered as my ruined ass touched the blanket. It didn’t matter how soft it was. I wouldn’t sit for a week - it was a thing father’s liked to say when they threatened you with a spanking, but this time it was true.
“Good girl,” said Slick. “Now, open for me.” I did as she asked, blinking through the tears, and I felt the panties lifted out of my mouth, replaced by a shadow I suddenly realized was her and the familiar scent of pussy. “You know what to do, Jumpseat,” she said, her voice soft but clear, and I swallowed any rebuttal and slid my tongue up between the folds of her pussy just as I felt a cock slide into my own.
“We’ve got a sixteen-hour flight to Tokyo, my honey-tongued little birdie, and you’re going to make every agent on our team come before we land. Understand?”
I hummed my obedience into her cunt, lapping at the juices, finding her clit. I felt her shudder, grind down on my face, drowning me in her pussy, feeding me everything I craved.
Amelia Rodriguez was the lead agent for my protection team, hand-picked by Daddy, code-named Songbird for his own love of winged beauties, as he called them - only I don’t think he knew that I’d been her whore and the team’s fucktoy for the last two years. How would he feel if he knew Agent Carnes had come in my ass more times than I could count, and that Rodriquez kept me on a literal leash some weekends? Now two hours into our foreign relations trip, me out of school and ready to be by Daddy’s side as he led the globe’s strongest superpower, I was going to spend my first night on Air Force One being railed by the people most trusted to look after me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Carnes was first. He was always first. I could feel his hands on my ankles, and I grunted into Agent Rodriguez’s cunt with every thrust, gasping for air as she smothered me. The boys just liked fucking my holes - ass, pussy - they didn’t care as long as the First Daughter was bent over and open for business, which was anytime they wanted. Or rather, it was anytime Rodriguez allowed. I was hers first and foremost, and I’d learned to forget about what was happening to other parts of my body and focus only on her pleasure. Carnes came, gushing inside me, filling me with his cum like he had hundreds of times, but I barely noticed. The only cum I was here for was hers.
And right at that moment, the woman I worshiped almost daily with my mouth, was hitting her own crescendo. I knew the topographical map of her orgasm like my geography professor knew every hill and valley of his homeland. The closer she came to orgasm, the more she bore down on my face, the more I found myself drowning in her cunt as she humped my mouth and covered me with her juices, marking me as her property. When she hit the peak of the mountain, she froze, her whole body trembling as I locked in on her clit, sucking the hard little nub I knew better than my own. Then she leaped off me, overstimulated and clutching at the bedsheets around me to steady herself while I gulped down precious air, my head still reeling from the pot, the slap, the near drowning.
The room buzzed with activity around me, but I laid still, not knowing what to expect, but ready to be positioned however they wanted me. And it wasn’t more than a few moments before rough hands spun me around, until my legs were hanging off the bed, until my wrists were brought around behind my back and I felt the cold steel of handcuffs. Agent Rodriquez, my mistress, my owner, laid on the bed and watched, her face close by mine. She was the only thing I could see in the darkness and hers were the only words I could hear as she whispered to me. “Sixteen hours, my little birdie. These fools will be done with you in a few minutes, but how many times will you make me cum in sixteen hours?”
I opened my mouth to speak, to tell her that I would spend every second worshiping her pussy if she allowed it, but she put her finger to her lips, then turned her body around, spreading her legs around my head and offering me her pussy again just as an anonymous cock entered my ass.
“Welcome to the Mile High Club, Jumpseat, where YOU are the in-flight entertainment,” she said and then grasped my ponytail and guided my tongue in for a landing.
