Chapter 9 by c1ph4r

What's next?

Your mom is upset that you attacked another passenger.

Originally posted to Writing.com - Erica's Great Adventure; ID#2125309 on 03-30-16 - 6:15pm

"Erica!" Her mom looked at her sternly. "I saw that young lady and there was no need to be so violent! Since when did I raise you to simply attack people like that?"

She looked at her mother, visibly upset. It was unbelievable to her that she might be punished again for protecting herself. Wasn't it obvious what had happened to her? "Mom," she tried to explain. "The guy was groping my breast and..."

"I don't want to hear it young lady!" her mother interrupted. "Not only were you ungrateful for what we've given you, but you attacked another person. I will not stand by and ignore this kind of behavior."

Erica sulked. It was clear she wasn't going to score a win in any of these deliberations. Not her clothes, not her dignity, and certainly not any mercy from the one parent she thought would protect her from things like unwanted touching. She sniffled a little, but her mom continued chastising her while she wasn't paying attention. To her, it felt like everything that was being said to her was coming from so far away. She looked up, wondered what her mom had said.

"Erica, give me your panties."

Her eyes widened. Surely not. Not here, not now. Her own mother was going to strip her completely naked on a packed plane?!

"Wh-why do you want them?" she asked hesitantly.

"It's clear to me that you are not understanding your punishment well enough. Hopefully, this might let it settle in deeper for you. Now hand them over Erica."

Sighing, with tears falling, Erica slipped her panties off her hips and down her legs. Then, she meekly handed them to her mother, who took them quickly and placed them in her carry-on, which was then placed under the seat in front of her. There she was, sitting next to her mother, completely naked on a crowded plane, and it seemed that no one minded.

Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, they did. The guy who she'd hurt reached both of his hands around her seat and grabbed her breasts, kneading and fondling them firmly. If he'd heard what her mother had said, it certainly invigorated him. The feelings were pleasant, but she still didn't like getting molested. The problem was, she now doubted her mom would help, so she looked around the plane for a savior. Sadly, none of the other passengers were paying attention to what was going on, and the guy had shifted his grip to pinch and pull on her nipples, which had hardened into little pebbles from the attention.

Panting slightly in **** pleasure, she finally gave up on all attempts to gain any help, and just sat back allowing the man's hands to roam around freely. She quickly found out he wasn't just interested in her boobs, as she felt one hand slide down her chest, and over her stomach. Before she could voice her refusal, his fingers found her, admittedly wet and aching pussy. Then he got to work, teasing and prodding her without mercy, as her breathing became more ragged. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as one of his fingers went inside her.