Chastized

Elizabeth's long slumber was no mere happenstance. Walter had slipped a strong sleeping pill into her last meal. And for Alisa too, who was snoring loudly beside her. Walter leaned forward, whispering into Mira's ear:

"These bitches are snoring pretty loudly. What say you and I go to the head and join the mile high club?" Mira blanched. The nerve of this man.

"No," she hissed loudly.

"Or I could tell everyone, as loudly as I can, that the girl in the row ahead of me is a ladyboy hooker who fucks cheap," Walter said maliciously.

"God, is there no depth you won't go too ..." Mira said. "Fine. Jesus."

She got up, stomping to the restroom. It was 3 a.m. Most of the flight was asleep. Walter fished something out of Alisa's purse that he had purchased before they left. Then he slipped to the restroom as well.

It was roomier than those on American flights. Walter, stronger than he looked, hoisted Mira onto the sink, pulling her skirt up and her panties to the side. Her soft cock flopped around, limp and useless, while he fucked her, nice and slow. He saw Mira's toes curling as her cock twitched, leaking out a thick dollop of cum. He took out a cockring, pushing it down around the base of your cock.

Mira's reverie broke briefly as she looked at the cockring.

"What's that for?" she asked suspiciously.

"It'll help you get hard," Walter said, assuaging her.

"Oh .... okay," she said. She closed her eyes, trying to just focus on the cock buried in her ass, and how it occasionally set off her stubborn, limp cock. Finally, Walter came in the young ladyboy, adding another achievement to his bucket list. Her entire belly was covered in cum, her belly button filled to the brim.

Walter took advantage of her reverie, quickly fitting the chastity device onto her cock, locking it up. Only then did her eyes go wide.

"The fuck?" she said, reaching for the key. Walter looked at her angrily.

"Try that shit again, and I'll swallow it. Once we get back to America, bitch ... I own you. And Elizabeth."