Sausages for the Slave Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Sausages for the Slave Ch. 16

... alternative but to take him with them, wherever, Dan relaxed. Wouldn't have minded a change of diaper, but he was prepared to suffer a little in the cause of getting delivered to somewhere civilised. Dan could hear various comings and goings outside, probably refuelling he decided. Eventually, the aircraft rocked again as somebody boarded, but nobody approached him. A short while later the door clunked shut. Dan blinked as his blindfold was lifted. A young guy in a flying suit stood in front of him.

'Okay, mystery man. I hear we have to take you out of here. Do you have to stay tied up? Is that part of your disguise?

'That disguise was only for getting me out of Europe. I had to look like a detainee. I'd appreciate it if you'd untie me.'

The pilot quickly undid the strapping on Dan's legs and arms, and Dan gratefully wriggled all his limbs, getting the circulation back into them. The other pilot, or co-pilot, Dan didn't know which was which, was up front powering up the engines. The first pilot, the one that untied Dan, told him they were heading to a place called Wildfield, New Jersey. It was a former Navy station that they used for refuelling and as a base. As far as the Wildfield folk know, they are a civilian executive jet, he said. Dan assured him that he wouldn't do or say anything when they got there to give the game away. The pilot went into the cockpit, closing the door behind him and soon they were airborne and on their way. Dan settled in for the flight. ...

... He was going home -- somehow.

An uneventful three hours later, the aircraft taxied to a halt outside a small hanger in a remote corner of what he presumed was Wildfield. As the engines were powered down, Dan unclipped the five point harness and wondered what would happen next. He didn't have to wait for long. The cockpit door opened and the pilot came out and quickly opened the cabin door, indicating to Dan that he should exit quickly and make himself scarce. Dan didn't delay. Waving his goodbyes and thanks, he headed down the steps and onto the tarmac. There was nobody about. What now, he thought, carefully walking barefoot along the side of the hanger. He realised why the prisoners were kept barefoot as he gingerly stepped on the sharp gravel chips. A rapid getaway was out of the question. Luckily he hadn't far to go. Rounding the corner to the back of the hanger he spotted a small eight-by-four U-Haul trailer parked tight against the wall. A square of paper pasted to the trailer door carried a simple printed message 'Daddy's Trailer.' Dan grinned. It was all coming together. The trailer was the smallest in the range, offering only about four foot of headroom inside. Dan crawled in to find a foam mattress on the floor, a sleeping bag and a bag of supplies. He opened the envelope that was fixed to the bag. Dear Daddy, it read, this is the last leg of the journey. Pull the door closed and it will lock. It's about a three-and-a-half-hour drive back home. When you arrive I ...