Janine took a call from the cockpit then turned to me.

"We need you to work in coach. Head on back to the rear galley."

I was puzzled by this.

"But I'm assigned to first class."

"Captain Ryder wants you back there, though. I would do what he says. He's in command while we're in flight."

"I don't understand." I shook my head as I reluctantly made my way back. Rick gave me boyish, naughty grin as I passed. If I had been thinking I would have slipped him my phone number but I was a too annoyed. This had knocked me off my game.

I pulled the curtain back and looked over the passengers in coach, packed together like oily sardines, and it wasn't a pretty sight. Certainly not as nice as first class. I tried to avoid eye contact as I worked my way to the galley.

"Miss. Miss! I need more diet soda!" I large, sweaty man grabbed my sleeve.

"Someone will be with you in a moment, sir." I pulled myself away and hurried along.

In the rear galley, James and Margery were stowing the gear from the food service.

"So, what's the deal? Why was I moved back here?"

Margery ignored my question and went toward the front of the cabin.

"Oh, please," said James, a bit condescendingly. "Like you don't know."

"No, I don't know. And it's starting to piss me off."

"Just make sure they get more coffee or whatever before...you know." He stormed off in a huff, joining Margery in the first class section. He pulled the dividing curtain shut dramatically behind him.

Oh, this is fucking great. Stuck back here working coach all alone, I thought.

I angrily grabbed a can of diet soda, took it to the sweaty man and practically threw it at him. Then I marched back to the rear galley, strapped myself in a seat, leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

Fuck this. I'm going to at least catch a small nap.

As I came out of my sleep, well before I opened my eyes, I could sense that something was different. A presence, large and substantial, was very close to me. It seemed to darken the cabin. Perhaps it was just blocking out the bright sunlight that had been streaming through the window.

I opened my eyes and tried to focus. It was a man. A man in dark pants. And the zipper and belt buckle of those pants were right in front of me. I looked up and saw his face: Captain Ryder was standing over me. And he was a bit too close for comfort, clearly violating my sense of personal space.

"Captain." I did my best to stand up. I was still a bit sleepy. "Can I get something for you?"

He just stared at me through those sunglasses. I tried to walk past him but he blocked me.

"Sir, I need to do a walk through and check the passengers."

He subtly shook his head.

"What are you doing? I really don't have time to play games like this. I've got to..."

He held me in place...

 

...He pressed his crotch up against mine and kept it there. I studied his face, searching for something, anything to understand. I couldn't see his eyes and the rest of his face was like stone. Impossible to read.

I could sense his breath. Slow, deep and steady.

He pulled his hips back then pressed them firmly into me again. I tried again to get past him but he matched each escape maneuver with equal or greater strength to keep me right where I was. He ground himself into me again and again. A barely discernible rhythm at first because he was so slow and measured. Then he picked up the tempo until the grinding was reliable, slow yet unstoppable like a glacier carving a valley from stone.

He pushed himself even closer to me. He wrapped him arms around me and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I was still pushing back but his embrace was all encompassing. It felt futile to resist.

I did notice that the tingly feeling that had sprung up down below was, for some reason, awakened once again...

 

...His very presence was magnetic. Also I could feel his pecker getting harder and harder. And as far as I could tell it was fucking huge.

I unconsciously fell into the rhythm he laid down for me. I noticed my hips grinding slowly and steadily to meet his. I was also getting wetter down there. I wanted to deny that - I didn't understand it - but it was true.

The Captain laid a few teasing kisses on the nape of my neck. Those were not forceful at all but very light and tender and gave me goose flesh. Quite a contrast to the forcefulness of his body as he pinned me against the hard metal drink cart and thrust his pelvis into me. He dick was rock hard now and felt like a small baseball bat. How could it be contained by the fabric of his trousers? Any second I expected it to burst, throbbing and glorious, through the material....

 

...He used the second stocking to tie my bound hands to a handle protruding from high on the wall. It was something a passenger could grab to steady themselves and suddenly I found myself tied securely to it, struggling fruitlessly to get free. How the hell had this happened?

"Don't go anywhere." He gave me that goddamned smile again as he somehow managed to tuck his massive cock back in his pants...and left the lav! Son of a bitch!

I was tied up half naked and alone. I struggled with all my might but that only seemed to hurt my wrists. There was no getting away. He had trapped me. Had he left me alone to think about that? To think about what he would do to me next? Was that part of his thrill? His power trip? That seemed even more cruel than tying me up.

My mind raced as I imagined the worst. I could see the door was unlocked. Anyone could walk in and find me. I was terrified. But like before in the cabin, when someone could have turned around to see me, I was completely vulnerable and it was incredibly arousing to me. I didn't understand it but I had to be honest with myself about it.

I looked at the door latch. I imagined seeing it move. Then the door opening. Then someone, anybody on the plane - most likely a passenger - would look inside and see me tied up and helpless. They would see my naked, slippery pussy throbbing and craving release. How would they react? What would they do to me? They could do anything they wanted to me! I was helpless.