DELANE’S TORTUOUS PLANE RIDE

BY SCAVENGER
scavenger13@earthlink.net

Delane, a 10-year-old girl, waited on the tarmac with her Nanny, waiting for the private jet, which would take them to her father on the other side of the world. It was a hot summer day and she wore only a tube top, shorts and flip-flops. Her suitcase stood beside her.

Soon they heard the whine of jet engines. From the bright blue sky they noticed the plane already coming in for a landing. Delane jumped up and down and clapped her hands in great expectations. She had never been on a plane before, and was greatly looking forward to it. And so was her Nanny.

The pilot taxied the plane around to the two ladies. As the steps came down, a food truck and a refueling truck both came toward the plane. As Delane and her Nanny entered the plush inside, the two drivers with their helpers began to restock the two areas.

“Wow, look Nanny. Look at all the neat stuff in here!”

“Yes, Delane. How about that.” Delane didn’t see the little smile on her Nanny’s face. Running through the top of the passenger were two rails, and at both ends were metal poles, all specifically ordered by her father.

As Delane and Nanny settled in, the pilot came back to introduce himself, then told them how long it would take to get to their destination. Delane couldn’t wait to take off. Nor could Nanny.

The plane stood fifteen minutes on the ground while the food and fuel were loaded. Then it was time to take off. Soon they were in the air, and Delane watched out the window.

“Well, Delane. We’re off,” said Nanny nonchalantly. “Say I have an idea. I think you’d be much more comfortable if you took off your clothes. That way you could run around the this part of the plane naked.”

Delane didn’t think a thing about her suggestion. She often ran around naked at home in front of Nanny. She immediately stripped, and stood and stretched.

“How about we play a little game?” Nanny suggested.

“What kind of game?” Delane wanted to know.

“Have you ever heard of the game called ‘Tie-Up?’”

“No. How do you play it?”

“Well, say I go first. That means that I get to tie you up any way I want and see if you can get free. If you can, then you get to tie me up. But if you don’t, then the next time we play the game I get to tie you up again. Would you like to try it?”

“Sure! It sounds like fun.”

“One more thing, sweetheart. I get to do anything I want to you while you’re tied up. Is that OK with you?”

“Hey, that sounds like fun.”

“Well, let’s see.” Nanny looked around as if to look for something to tie her to. Delane spoke up.

“What about those rails up there? Could you tie me to those?”

“My, what a good idea, Delane. That sounds like a grand idea. Just let me get some ropes and other stuff, then I will tie you up.”

Delane stood there, unconsciously rubbing her puffed nipples with one hand, rubbing her slit and clit with the other. She knew all about sex, and the many things men and women did together. She even knew about men with men and women with women. And now, she would experience the ultimate in sex, severe bondage. Her breathing increased at the though of being naked, tied and helpless at the hands of her Nanny. She was ready to experience whatever Nanny wanted to do to her, no matter how painful it might be.

“OK, my little sex slave, I have everything ready.”

Sex slave! She loved that sound. She walked over to where Nanny stood, with ropes in her hand.

“Raise your hands, little one.”

Delane obeyed. Nanny wrapped lots of rope around her right wrist and tied it off, then used the ends to pull her right arm up to the right most overhead rail, lifting her right foot and leg off the ground by that one arm. She repeated the procedure with her left wrist, so that now both feet swung by about a foot off the floor of the cabin. Her arms were spread quite far apart. Nanny tied her ankles, first pulling her right ankle up and tying it off to the right rail, then her left likewise. She now hung with her back toward Nanny, her front toward the opposite wall. She could feel the cool air blowing across her open cunt and anus.

Nanny pulled out a ball gag, and placed it in Delane’s mouth. Delane didn’t resist, and in fact invited the gag. She reached out her tongue for it. It was too big for her mouth, but Nanny shoved it in anyway, her lips closing around the ball. Nanny buckled it tightly behind Delane’s head. Finally, a leather padded blindfold. Delane wanted that as well. She was now totally helpless. Drool seeped from around the ball, and dripped onto her chest.

She hung there, Nanny not touching her. She needed someone to touch her. To play with her. She screamed through her gag. No answer. She shook her ropes. No response. Her cunt burned at the need of being touched. Her nipples ached for someone to pinch them. She could feel her 2” clit escape its hood. She was always proud of her clitoris. The girls in school always wanted to look at it, touch it, even play with it. She never disappointed them, and never got caught either. Her feet. Please, someone torture my feet and toes!

Suddenly, she got what she wanted. She felt her nipples being pulled off her chest, then the pain of the alligator clamp biting into her right tit. Then the same with her left tit. Her breasts had grown to be just big enough to tell she actually had tits, but not so big as to be a woman. They were small, about the size of half a grapefruit. She was still hairless in her armpits and her genital area.

Her period had already started. She hated it. One day, not expecting it, her period started in the showers at school after PE. The girls tried to make fun of her, but all she said was, “Just wait until your periods start. Then you can make fun of me.” The other girls never said another thing about it. They envied her long wavy blond hair and her deep blue eyes, her fair unblemished skin. Her perfect pre-teen body.

And now, here she was, at the mercy of her Nanny. And she couldn’t be happier. She no longer had to be responsible for anything. Something touched her labia, her clit. Then she screamed even harder into her gag as the same type of alligator clamps bit down into each labium, and her clitoris. Then, something pulled on all three clamps. Nanny had added weights to the three sensitive areas. She ran twine through both alligator clamp holes, tied off each one, then pulled them to the clit clamp, pulled up on the clit clamp and tied off the twine. Both nipples pointed toward her clit, and her clit was pulled in two different ways. Tears formed in her eyes, and leaked from around the leather blindfold.

Then something filled her cunt, and her asshole. She squirmed her bottom as both intrusions surprised her. Then a rope was tied around her waist, the ends pulled down across the cunt vibrator, down and up her butt crack to keep in the anal vibrator, and tied it off in back to the waist rope. Then, Nanny started the vibrators. Delane screamed again and began to jerk in her ropes. Then more alligator clamps attached to each toe, adding to Delane’s pain.

“I am going to sit down now and read. Hope you enjoy hanging there like you are. If you can’t get loose in an hour, I get to retie you. Understand?”

Delane was in no position to answer. She writhed and twisted in her ropes. Nothing moved. The vibrators continued their work on her. Soon, she felt the buildup of an orgasm. She knew what they were. She often masturbated. But she never felt anything like this! Yes, her mind lost control, and every synapse focused only on the orgasmic build up. The, she felt it coming, coming, and then there it was! She screamed, tensed, and shook. She didn’t know how long it lasted. It seemed like years. Then she settled down. She thought Nanny would take out the vibrators now. No. They still lay within those two holes, vibrating against each other through the thin membrane separating her anal canal from her vaginal canal And again, she felt the next orgasm coming on.

Over the next hour Delane believed she must have suffered over 20 orgasms. She was tired, her cunt and asshole burned from the continued vibrations, her nipples, her clit and her labium burned from the biting teeth. But at the same time excited by being watched by Nanny.

Wait. The waist rope was being untied and the rope pulled back through her legs, and the vibrators pulled out. She screamed again as the emptiness filled her. The twine was untied and removed. First, each nipple was released from their biting clamps, but pulled slowly off, never opened and taken off. As each clamp was pulled off, the teeth biting against her nipples, she literally screamed in horrified pain. Next, each labium. She screamed even harder. And finally, her poor clit. As it was being pulled off, Delane passed out from the excruciating torture.

When she awoke, Delaney found herself still gagged and blindfolded, but her hands were tied behind her, her ankles tied together, and ankles and wrists tied together in a tight hogtie. Her anal and vaginal canals ached, her nipples, labia and clit felt as if an alligator had bit into them. Which wasn’t far from wrong.

As she tried to move, she found herself on the floor of the cabin. She rolled around, once again trying to get loose. She plied her fingers around the ropes, but could find no knots with which to untie herself. Now, she needed to orgasm desperately. But there was no way she could. She jerked around, screaming. She rolled to her back, hoping Nanny would masturbate her. She pumped her little cunny up and down, trying to get Nanny to notice her. Nanny either didn’t see her, or didn’t care. She was exasperated. SHE NEEDED TO CUM!

Delane knew she would be left here another hour. And if she couldn’t get loose, she didn’t know what she would do. She felt her stomach growling. She realized she was hungry. And thirsty. All her drool had dried up. She needed a drink of water badly. She rolled around and around. She found out she could scoot. But she got rug burn if she tried. She screamed and screamed and screamed as she hoisted her hips up again and again.

Finally, she felt hands on her naked bound body. They weren’t soft like Nanny’s, but rough and course. Whose were they? They first started under her armpits and ran down her sides, across her hips, down her legs and to her feet where the person began to tickle unmercifully. She could barely get her breath with the large ball gag still in her mouth. She couldn’t move, for whoever was tickling her had her held down on her back. Then, whoever it was began to use their mouth, tongue and teeth on her feet. Licking the soles and toes, and eventually biting her toes. She jerked all around when they did that.

Suddenly, the foot torture stopped, and she lay there almost spent from all the laughing. She wondered how much longer it would be before she would be untied again, then retied. She had yet to untie herself.

Finally, Delane gave up and rolled to her stomach, the more comfortable position, and just lay there. She didn’t go to sleep. Just the thoughts going through her mind at how this all came about. Did she really say yes to this type of bondage? She didn’t really know anymore.

Her stomach still growled, but this time even louder and harder. And her thirst! God she needed something to drink!

Still she laid there, still completely naked, severely hogtied and hard ball gagged and blindfolded.

Someone ran their fingers across her bottom. She wriggled a little at the soft sexual touch. Both hands now, one hand on each little butt cheek. Now, those fingers spread her butt cheeks apart, so her anus came into view of the person manipulating her. She groaned as the cool air hit her anus. A finger played around her little rubbery ring, then pushed in just a little. Delane gasped. The finger pushed in a little more yet, and again Delane gasped, even louder. Finally, she felt some kind of liquid on her butt hole, and the finger shoved its way all the way in. Delane screamed. In pain or pleasure she didn’t know. But she didn’t want it taken out. She humped her bottom up and down, and the finger move up and down in reverse rhythm. Slowly, the finger moved in and out, in and out. Soon Delane was moving her butt faster and faster, her breathing increasing as well. Soon, from just the finger inside her rear end, she reached an orgasm. She didn’t know that was possible. The fing er pulled out slowly, and Delane let out with a little screech, moving her bottom up and down some more, wanting that finger back inside her back passage. But no luck.

Someone began untying her, but as soon as that happened Delane was lifted up onto a chair where her wrists were tied over an overhead rail, then her ankles tied together. The chair was removed, and Delane now stretched painfully down. Nanny found a heavy metal box, and she tied Delane’s ankles to that, stretching Delane just as far as Nanny could get her. Delane screamed at the torturous position. Her toes were all tied together. And this time, she would suffer even more. Nanny pulled out a big tube of athletic cream that cools and then begins to burn. She took big globs of it on her fingers, and with one hand at Delane’s cunt, the other at her anus, Nanny rubbed the cream deep into Delane’s cunt, all over her clit, and even as deep inside her butt hole as she could get, separating her butt cheeks and shoved the cream from two other fingers deep inside her anal canal. She then added the alligator clamps to her nipples, labia and clit.

It only took moments before Delane cried out in intensive pain, the cream now burning all the extremely sensitive areas of her body. She didn’t know it, but Nanny would be applying the cream every time it wore off. But she watched as Delane spasmed severely in her ropes, but the burning sensations increased to unbearable proportions. Which she did. Before the effects wore completely off, Nanny would again apply the cream to her clit, deep into her cunt, deep into her asshole. Delane hung this way the rest of the trip, a good eight hours away, never being relieved of the severe burning sensations.

As soon as the pilot announced it would be thirty minutes to landing, Nanny retrieved an empty suitcase, just the right size to encase poor little Delane. Nanny untied her hands first, but then retied them immediately behind her back. She lay Delane down on the floor, leaving the gag and blindfold on her. She untied Delane’s ankles from the heavy block, and sat Delane up. The clamps remained on her sensitive areas.

Nanny kneeled behind Delane, then ran a very long rope around her upper body, pinioning her arms to her body. The little girl’s nipples protruded from her chest, Nanny had tied the ropes so tight. Delane could barely breathe. Next, she tied a long rope from Delane’s wrists, pulled it up between her ass cheeks against her anus, pulled it up through her slit as hard as she could, then tied it off to the front ropes.

Next, Nanny tied ropes around Delane’s thighs, above her knees, and below her knees. Nanny tied her big toes together as tightly as she could. She then ran more rope around Delane, wrapping it around her upper body and her thighs, tying her upper body to her thighs. Now, she could barely move. Yet more came. Nanny ran rope from around her shins to her thighs, tying them tightly together. Now, little Delane was bound in a tight little package. Finally, Nanny rubbed the cream all over her slit and deep inside, all over her labia, all over her clit, and deep inside her butt hole. In fact, she doubled the amount.

She opened the suitcase and fit Delane inside it, but only barely. It forced her head down in a very uncomfortable position. The alligator clamps continued to bite into her nipples, cunt lips, and clit. Delane was crying, wondering why Nanny was doing this to her.

The plane landed less than thirty minutes later. Nanny handed over the special suitcase to Delane’s father.

“She’s already for you.”

“Thank you, Nanny. You will get a big bonus.”

Father walked off with the suitcase, and Nanny returned home.