[Runesmith]

The man in the blue suit stood up and walked towards the galley, and motioned to the slave to follow him as he walked by towards the door aft of the galley. The stewardess noticed where he was heading, ran ahead and opened the door for him, pressing herself against the fuselage to let the man pass in the narrow passageway. As the man passed by the stewardess, he reached out and groped her buttocks. The startled stewardess sprang back, hitting the back of her head against the fuselage with a thunk. The man smirked and motioned for the slave to follow him in. The stewardess closed the door behind them.

The compartment behind the door was a small, but fully appointed bedroom. Plush carpeting covered the floor, and a queen sized bed stood in the middle. The bed had small posts at each corner, and tied to each of the posts was a length of black rope. It reminded the slave of how she woke up on that fateful morning in the cabin in the woods.

The man stood near the foot of the bed and pointed to his crotch. The slave understood what he wanted. She dropped to her knees in front of him, and stroked his crotch, feeling a small but hard lump behind the zipper. She undid his belt buckle, fumbled with the clasp of the pants with shaking hands, and pulled down the zipper. The pants slid down the man's scrawny legs, exposing his white underwear, hiding a growing bulge. The slave caressed the bulge, feeling it pulse, and pulled down the underwear, exposing a short but fat circumcised cock surrounded by a mat of greying pubic hair. A drop of pre-cum gleamed on the pink, mushroom shaped head of the cock that was already starting to droop.

The slave felt a wave of revulsion sweep over her. She had never serviced a man this old before. Her dad, if he were still alive, would be younger than this man. Still, she remembered everything that cumrag had taught her. Holding the sagging cock in her hand, she licked the drop of pre-cum, looking up at the man. He had an approving smile on his face. She opened her mouth, and took his cock in.

She serviced his cock the way she had been taught - grip loosely with the lips, no teeth contact, tongue flat with the tip curled up to caress the head and shaft as it slides towards her throat. As she let go of her grip on the cock to take it all in (which was not a challenge, after being used to taking the much bigger cocks of her kidnappers), she could feel the cock hardening again. The man gripped two fistfuls of her hair and forced her head on to his cock, grunting in pleasure.

After a couple of minutes, she felt his cock going limp again. This was not good. She redoubled her efforts in panic, trying to cram as much cock in to her mouth as possible, but to no avail. The man appeared to be quite jaded to the kind of service he was getting.

With a sigh of impatience, he brusquely pulled his cock out of her mouth, trailing ropes of saliva.