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The Last Flight. Chapter 25

Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

muscles. “I'm sorry, I really am,” Pamela replied with an apologetic air. “Your Doctor gave me something to relax you if you got too afraid and became agitated.” “What!” I exclaimed, “You drugged me?” “Yes, sorry. Sodium Pentothal, in your water,” she winced apologetically. “Sodium Pentothal!” I repeated, “That's what they use in asylums to calm the really bad cases! Is that what I am? So out of my mind that I have to be given mind bending drugs?” Pamela looked alarmed but maintained her usual professional persona. “No, Karen,” she replied gently, “Your doctor explained what happened last night and this flight was a huge step for you. We couldn't risk you trying to get out whilst in the air but also, it was better for your own state of mind.” She looked so apologetic I couldn't be angry. “Well, I suppose it was for the best and I was scared witless, if I am honest.” She smiled as she breathed a sigh of relief and then something occurred to me and I frowned at her. “Is that what Doctor Harlow gave you as I was saying my goodbyes?” She nodded and simply replied yes and I closed my eyes and let my head flop back against the headrest, still a little weary as the last of the drug gradually dissipated from my system. As I recovered I gradually became aware that we were still descending and, through the window, I could see the ground getting nearer, streets and houses flashing by, although still some way below. As I watched, I could see the wing and engine, its propeller a disc as ... it spun. What was that? A flash of yellow from the front of the big, round cowling. My heart skipped a beat. Fire! I rubbed my eyes as my whole body began to tense and looked again. Nothing. The propeller was still spinning in front of the small slim nacelle. I closed my eyes tightly, still aware of the gradual descent but still I could see it, the big round silver engine, the three motionless propeller blades and the smoke, black smoke streaming across the wing. Once again I felt my heart thumping with a power far beyond its norm and a scream, forming as though from within, building, trying to burst out but I held my teeth tightly closed, stifling it, controlling it, knowing it for what it was, an irrational fear that I had to defeat at all costs, my very sanity at stake! Once again, I felt the hand upon mine and I realised that I was again, gripping the armrests with tremendous strength. “Please get to your seat and be safe, Pamela,” I tried so hard to tell her but the words remained inside my head, nothing more than a thought trying to escape. I dared once more to open my eyes and look at the wing, forcing myself to overcome the demons that were fighting so hard to destroy me. With my eyelids straining to remain closed I forced them apart with every ounce of willpower I could muster. The little, twin bladed propeller was still spinning freely without even a hint of smoke. Slowly, I began to regain control of my breathing but it was so warm and stifling in the cabin and I ...