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Indo Airways 06: Investigation

James shivered as Mr. Santoso circled him slowly, the CEO’s dark eyes roaming hungrily over his new body. He felt both vulnerable and aroused, his new pussy throbbing with unfamiliar need. As Mr. Santoso moved behind him, James felt rough hands grip his wide hips, pulling his plump ass flush against the larger man’s crotch. He gasped as he felt the hard press of Mr. Santoso’s cock through his pants. “S-Stop…” James protested weakly, even as he unconsciously ground back against the bulge. “I’m not… I can’t… Change me back…”

“Jangan melawan (don’t fight), James,” Mr. Santoso whispered, his breath hot against the new woman’s ear. “This is what you’re for. To be used. Untuk melayani (to serve).”

One of Mr. Santoso’s hands slid down to cup James’ new pussy through the thin fabric of his dress. James let out a breathy moan as skilled fingers found his aching clit, rubbing in teasing circles. Sparks of pleasure short-circuited his thoughts, his resistance melting away under the onslaught of sensation. “Please…” James whimpered, no longer sure if he was begging for it to stop or continue. His hips rocked against the CEO’s hand, seeking more of that delicious feeling. Mr. Santoso used his grip on James’ wide hips to bend him over his desk, hiking up his dress to expose his glistening new folds. James braced himself against the wood, his nails digging into the surface as he felt the head of Mr. Santoso’s cock pressing against his new entrance.

With one thrust, Mr. Santoso pushed deep into James’ virgin pussy. James screamed at the sudden intrusion, his alien passage stretching around the thick girth. Before he could adjust, Mr. Santoso began to move, setting a punishing pace as he fucked into James’ pliant body. Each snap of Mr. Santoso’s hips sent a shock of pleasure through James’ core, the sensation growing and growing. He could feel his mind starting to fog up. Memories growing hazy. He saw the endless hours spent hunched over his laptop, chasing leads that never panned out… what was the point of it all? This, here and now, pinned beneath Mr. Santoso as ecstasy flooded his veins, felt more real than anything before. “Ya, di sana (yes, there)!” James heard himself cry out, the foreign words falling from his lips without thought. Some part of him registered that he was slipping into Indonesian, English fading with each thrust of Mr. Santoso’s cock.

“Lupakan hidup lamamu (forget your old life),” Mr. Santoso growled, his hips snapping forward sharply. “Kamu milikku sekarang (your mine now).” James gasped as the command seared itself into his mind. He could feel the tethers of his identity fraying as the pleasure consumed him. He no longer wanted to be James Thompson, the bule journalist with no prospects. He wanted this – to be filled, claimed, owned. To serve.

“Please…” he whimpered, tongue heavy with desire. He felt himself fading but now only cared about the pleasure of losing himself… or herself. “Jadikan aku milikmu (Make me yours). I no… no want be James sekarang (now).”

Mr. Santoso chuckled darkly, reaching around to palm James’ bouncing tits. “Then let him go, cantik (beautiful). Embrace your new purpose. Layani aku (serve me).” James threw his head back, surrendering to the sensations wracking his body. His pussy clenched around Mr. Santoso’s cock, whose every thrust drove thoughts of his past further from his mind, until all that remained was a haze of bliss and a need to obey. “Cum!” Mr. Santoso demanded through gritted teeth, pinching James’ nipples roughly. “Serahkan dirimu (surrender yourself). Jadi Jamilah ku (become my Jamilah)!”

James – or was it Jamilah now? – shattered with a scream, her release crashing through her like a tidal wave. Her cunt spasmed wildly around the thick shaft splitting her open, milking it for all she was worth. She dimly heard Mr. Santoso grunts as he came too, his seed painting her womb. Claiming her inside and out. As the aftershocks subsided, Jamilah went limp over the desk, trembling and gasping. Mr. Santoso pulled out of her dripping pussy and tucked himself away. He rubbed a possessive hand over the curve of her ass and Jamilah smiled dreamily up at him, her mind empty save for thoughts of service and submission. She was now and forever just another one of Indo Airways’ devoted flight attendants. “Selamat datang di Indo Airways, Jamilah (welcome to Indo Airways, Jamilah)!” Her new CEO and master said with a wide grin.

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  1. Most of the Indo Airways stewardesses are probably ex-males.

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