Staring into the mirror, up at the monitor, she again tries to force herself to move as a range of emotions flood her mind. Confused, mad, terrified, she struggles mentally and physically as the clamps jiggle off her aching nipples and clit, her arms hanging limply beside her relaxed thighs. Feeling a cold sensation against her left breast, quickly glancing toward the mirror, she sees the glistening skewer pricking against the outside globe of her left breast.

Entering the airports rotunda, she immediately notices the hand printed sign with her name on it being held by a man in a typical pilots uniform standing close to the luggage area. As she approaches him while nodding toward the sign, another man steps in between. Thirty something, attractive yet strict looking with his jet black hair pulled tightly back, hes dressed in business type attire.

;You may start with her.; The voice from the monitor commands. She stares at the screen, the vision almost surreal through her blurry eyes, the robed man staring directly toward her, sinister, threatening. She can feel her heart pounding. She can also feel her arms, legs, they just dont work. Struggling, grunting, she feels just the tips of her fingers, toes barely

Its been well over two hours, long hours; theyre still in the air since Jodi Lynns ineffable interview with who was supposed to be her new employer. Most of the time since has been consumed with her being wickedly abused while seated, physically defenseless, yet agonizingly, mentally alert. Besides the mounting pain of the clamps compressing her most sensitive flesh, shes long lost count of the endless, painful needle pricks being sadistically probed across her defenseless, naked body, primarily across her bare breasts,

;We get to whip her all over and do all those other things, like daddy and you like to do, right mother?!; She hears the girl asking in a preppy tone, more then attractive herself, dark skin, almost oriental style jet black hair to her waist, obviously just having bloomed into womanhood as her firm, braless perky breasts stretch at her skimpy Caribbean style halter top. Running her fingernails across the center of Jodi

Her eyes dart away, toward the mirror, a tear streaking off her cheek as she barely nods, pressing her chin jerkily downward, into his hand. ;Good!; He smiles, slowly lowering his fingers, leans back into his seat, a faint Feeling the plane banking, dropping, the air speed decelerating, she feels her ears clogging, popping as she lets her hands slide down across the chrome edges of the seat while she glances toward him fastening his seat belt. Quietly setting, staring hazily toward the reflection in the mirror across from her,