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Warning- the following is a Damsel in Distress themed story contains scenes of bondage. If you are uncomfortable with this, please do not continue.

“…And thank for flying with us.” Cheerily waving to the last of the passengers as they headed for the shuttle bus. Behind them was her co-worker, the pilot. She wore a similar uniform to her, except she had a badge with gold wings on her jacket. She also got on the bus, to get a weather report for the journey back. And so the stewardess was all alone on the aircraft.

‘Well, time to get to work.’ The aircraft was a small 16 seat passenger plane and hopefully shouldn’t take too long to clean. Going down the walkway she kept an eye out for any vomit stains and left behind objects (phones, laptops, tablets, toys …ect). Below she heard the luggage compartment being unloaded with the usual care (she was pretty sure she heard something expensive shatter).

Entering the galley, she began gathering some cleaning equipment when she heard something different, the sound of footsteps in the walkway. There was no way that the pilot could be back already. As she went out to investigate a hand grabbed her mouth, shoving a large wadding of cloth into it. Before she could do anything a foot tripped her and she was thrown to the floor. She tied to punch out but her attacker caught it and crashed down heavily on her chest, winding and almost causing her to black out.

As the stewardess recovered she looked at her attacker, he had the look of a local with tanned skin and dark hair. He looked to be in his mid to early twenties and wore camo jacket and trousers. A large duffle bag was dropped beside them and a woman appeared (who looked similar to him and also wore camo).
“You bind her, I’ll gag her.” She said and the man as (despite her protests) flipped the stewardess onto her front. She kicked and shook but the female attacker kneeled on her back as he laid his legs across her. She spat the wadding out.

“HHHEEELLL…mmmppphhh!!!”

“Oh no you don’t.” She clamped the stewardess’s mouth with one arm, kneeled harder on her chest, grabbed a large spung from the bag and picked up the wadding. Pinching her nose, she wated for her mouth to open slightly before forcing the wadding covered sponge into it. Immediately the sponge expanded, filling her mouth and forcing her jaw open. Before she could spit the whole thing out another cloth was pulled between her teeth, wrapped tightly around her head, forcing the whole thing deeper, almost causing her to choke. She desperately tried to shake free but the two of them easily pined her in place as they bound her. As her wrists were tied behind her she tried to call out to the bagged collectors below, but they couldn’t hear her desperate muffled crying over the noise of the airport.

As he secured her ankles, and she her torso the stewardess heard the loud “thunk” of the luggage door being closed. Unable to struggle free by herself she took in a deep breath and tried once more, as loud as she could to get their attention, but with all the noises of an airport and her own packed mouth, nobody outside would hear her.

“What the hell is all this nose?” A third man came in, he looked a bit older than the other two and his camo jacket was undone, underneath was a white collared shirt.

“Relax,” She rolled her eyes as she turned to him. “She’s gagged, they have ear defenders on and we’re in an airport. We’re the only one that can hear her. And look, they’re going now.” Outside the engine of the luggage cart revved up as it headed back to the terminal along with any hope for immediate rescue.

“Fine. Stash her somewhere then get into positions. The pilot could be back at any moment.”

With that he left, she began opening cupboards and he finished knotting her torso. “This will do.” She turned to him. “You get her legs.”

“Wait… wait. There’s one more thing I want to do.” And with a widening smile, he got another length of rope and began wrapping it around her hips. Binding it behind her he pulled a length between her thighs, she sobbed and pleaded as he looped and knotted in front of her, brought it back through her thighs and pulled hard. The stewardess shrieked as the rough rope dug deep into her crotch, causing her to blush.

“Ha ha, you perv.” She removed her camo jacket. Underneath was a white collared shirt and a suit jacket identical to the stewardess’s. She then removed her trousers to reveal the same skirt, tights and even boots. “Ok, now let’s get her in here, before the old man throws a fit.” With that she grabbed the stewardess by the shoulders, he wrapped his arms around her legs and together they shoved her into a compartment that was not really big enough to fit a person in.

“Oh don’t worry. This is just until we’re in the air and dealt with the other passengers.” He said this with an unsettlingly large smile as he forced her legs in.

And then she appeared with the same unsettlingly large smile. “And Then we can have some fun.” With that, they slammed the door, leaving the now terrified stewardess in almost complete darkness. There were only some small vent slits in the door but her legs were pressed against them. The door didn’t have a handle from this side, even though it was possible to open it form the inside it was very fiddly. She needed to use her hands for it, but they were practically crushed against her back.

In the claustrophobic space she began twisting and writhing to try and loosen something or at least get comfy, but the ropes were too tight and there was no space to do anything. As she continued to struggle the heat was starting to get to her, sweat beads began forming on her exposed skin as she continued squirming. Her chest rubbed into her legs as she tried to maintain steady breathing. The tight, coarse crotch rope groped her with even the slightest of movements causing her too blush harder and whimper with every breath. Tears tricked down her cheeks as she tried not to think about the terrible things that awaited her outside this horrible box.

Outside she thought she headed heeled boots on the mettle stairs, the pilot was back. Tacking in what air she could (ignoring the harsh fondling) and tried to warn her, but the wadded sponge muffled her best attempts, so she tried banging the cupboard. But she was too compacted, she couldn’t move her feet enough to kick, her padded shoulder jacket stopped her noisily bashing the sides, she could knock the back of the cupboard with her head and rattle the door with her shins. She nearly passed out from the effort but as she recovered, she could just about hear… “who are you and where is…. AAhhh…. No, no!!! HELPmmpphh!!!” More tears soaked her gag as she wept for her friend.

After a while the engines roared into life and suddenly the tiny box she had been forced into, seemed even smaller than before. Panic gripped her as she furiously twisted and pulled her bonds, screamed, bashed and rattled the casket she was in. In the distance she could just hear the imposter stewardess greeting the new passenger and tried again to warn them, but the engines were either side of the galley, if the pilot couldn’t hear her when they were off, there was never a chance of the passenger hearing her cries and desperate rattling when they were on.

Sweat now soaked her body as she gave everything she had to try and break free of any of her bonds. But nothing gave, in fact, they felt as if they had some how gotten tighter, her gag larger. She was practically choking as she screamed her lungs raw. Using all of the air to make noise and none of it to breath she soon started having blackouts as her body tried to force her to breath.

As she took a moment to recover, she felt a strong sense of vertigo, then realised that the engines were at full thrust. It wasn’t vertigo. A cold realisation washed over her, escape was now impossible. Exhausted from the effort she sunk down and whimpered in fear of what would come next for the pilot, the passengers, and her.