The note of the jet engines changed subtly and the plane tilted slightly, affording Jenny and Charles Howell a perfect view of the yellow beach-edged lush green island set like a vibrant jewel in the sparkling blue sea.

"There it is! We've arrived!" Jenny chuckled, squeezing her husband's hand. "We'll soon be there," she took her eyes from the view of the tropical island a couple of thousand feet below them and flashed a smile at the man next to her.

"I know," said Charles, craning forward a little so he could get to see better the island where they would be spending the next six months in their own villa overlooking a golden beach. "It looks... heavenly," he said, and then turned his head to the central bank of seats in the plane, and the bound and gagged children all sat strapped into the seats. He wasn't just looking at his own son and daughter, 11 year old Simon and nine year Jade, but also the all the other children secured in their seats. All naked, all gagged and all blindfolded. The flight attendants had done a great job in securing the kids and stripping them, but then they had done this before so often. Family flights to Isla de los sueños were frequent, and understandably popular. Expensive, but then real, perverted pleasure should cost a lot. "I just hope all these kids enjoy the experience ahead of them. I know I will," smiled the man.

His cock had hardened again and he freed it from his pants. It stood up hard and stiff with a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. "Darling, would you mind wanking me again?" Charles asked his wife. "I seem to be all excited about what's going to happen when we get to the island."

"You know what's going to happen," smiled Jenny. "You saw the video and the brochure and, well..." she laughed as she grasped her husbands thick cock. "The kids will be used for sex and punishment and we'll have lots of fun using them and other children for whatever we want." As she spoke she stroked the stiff cock slowly and carefully. "For six months we will have the most fun anyone's ever had. Every night we'll be tying up some child or other and punishing them and fucking them--"

"Hurting them," gasped Charles, closing his eyes. "Fucking them and hurting them a lot. God, I so much want to make them have sex and be helpless and open... oh, fuck!"

"-- Yes, fucking and hurting them a lot. Lots of torture and pain and sex for our two and other kids we use. Making them beg for mercy as we bind them tight and put them to work pleasing us with their tongues and mouths and tight little bum holes. Mmmm," sighed Jenny. She was expertly wanking her husband harder and he was ready to cum, her slim hand moving up and down in long, firm strokes. Her husband was moaning and his cock was beginning to pulse in readiness.

"Excuse me," said a pleasant female voice from the side of them. Charles' eyes flew open and he looked up in surprise at one of the flight attendants; a pretty young woman in a tightly fitting blue uniform that showed off her heavy bust and with a short skirt that barely covered her stocking tops. Standing next to her was a naked and ring gagged seven year old boy with his thin arms strapped to his side above and below his elbows. He was collared and the flight attendant was holding his leash. Through one of his little nipples a badge had been pinned with the words 'Passenger Relief' on it. There was dried semen on his face. "Sorry to interrupt you sir and madam," said the female, whose badge on her uniform announced she was called Yvonne, "but we'll be landing in a few moments and you need to fasten your seat belts. But the boy here will be able to satisfy you, sir, if you like."

"Oh yes," breathed Charles, staring at the lovely stained face of the young male. His wife had let go of her husband's cock at the interruption and he was desperate to climax. "Please... get the boy sucking me."

"Is there time for him to do me, too?" Jenny asked, spreading her legs to show her pantie-free cunt. Her pink nether lips were glistening from her own secretions. Her fingers idly slid over the damp folds of her sex, seeking her hard clit.

"I'll get you another reliever, madam," smiled Yvonne. She gestured down the aisle and a small girl - no more than six - hurried up. Like the little boy, she was naked and she too had her arms pinned by straps to her sides in the same way. She had a badge pinned through one of her nipples with the same 'Passenger Relief' label though she had a different gag; hers was a thin black dildo that jutted out eight inches from her cute little face, and Jenny noticed it was a dildo with a ridged projection on top that would rub against a woman's clit. The child too was collared and though the little girl's leash hung free the flight attendant manoeuvred the girl into a kneeling position between Jenny's legs (the rows of seats had, unlike a lot of aircraft, a lot of room between them) and threaded the child's leash through a restraining ring at the front of the woman's seat between her wide open knees. She did the same with the boy in front of Charles. Neither child could now move away from the couple's sex and didn't look, despite their bondage, as if they wanted to very much. There were red welts across their young backs so perhaps, the Howells thought, these brats had learned to behave and obey no matter what they had to do rather than being whipped. "Please fasten your seat belts and enjoy your special landing," Yvonne smiled at the man and woman already enjoying the ministrations of the secured children between their thighs, and then left the couple to it.

The boy and the girl had got to work at once, even before Charles and Jenny had finished fastening their seat belts. The boy's ring-gagged mouth slid expertly over Charles' stiff penis and the little girl's face dildo was seeking Jenny's open and hot slit like a heat-seeking missile. Inside a moment the man and woman were moaning as the two secured children worked their magic, both little heads bobbing up and down in unison. The boy was expertly sucking and licking Charles' erect member through his ring gag and the girl was sawing in and out of Jenny so the knobbed projection below the girl's nose was prodding and teasing the woman's engorged clit. The two adults would both have cum at once but the two 'Passenger Reliefs' were expert at slowing up and holding off to make the final climactic moment last. Both Charles and his wife were moaning and rolling their heads at the attention being so expertly given to them. They no longer cared about the view of the tropical island from the plane's window as the aircraft descended towards the island's solitary runway.

Charles though, being brought to the peak of a climax and then allowed to slip back, was thoroughly enjoying this extended pleasure. His wife's skilful hand had wanked him often before as they had talked about punishing and using children for sex or when they had watched videos of child sex and punishment, but this was unlike anything he had ever known. Nothing had felt this good before. The same went for Jenny, who was on the brink of cumming and then allowed to retreat before summoned once again to a delicious climax. She had her eyes closed as she wallowed in the thrill of this, while Charles slowly opened his eyes and rolled his head so he could look across to the central bank of seats and all the bound and silent children there.

There were his own two naked kids, bound and gagged and strapped into their seat like every other kid on the plane, flushed with agonised pleasure as the electro-nipple clamps the boy and girl had screwed to their hard little nubbins sent regular tingles and pulses of pleasure through them. If they wriggled too much and tried to fight their bonds and straps the current would automatically step up a notch and stop being pleasurable. It would, Charles and Jenny had been told as they watched their two children secured into their seats, soon become painful. "Children quickly learn the benefit of behaving," said one of the flight attendants as they watched Simon and Jade gurgling into their ball gags as the first surges of stimulation went through their newly-applied nipple terminals as the plane readied for take off on the long flight. More, the little boy had his small cock inserted into a rubber vacuum tube that would suck and draw out any pre-puberty ejaculation while his sister had a special dildo inserted and locked into her tender little bare cunt that sent a gentle shock into her helpless little hole. The combination of restraints and stimulations meant they were getting some enjoyment throughout their long, silent and dark journey to the Isle Of Dreams. It must have worked because you could see their little hands flexing and balling at each new surge, each new tease, nostrils flaring as they snorted air in and out. They would be exhausted by so much stimulation but that was what was meant to happen; the airline wanted the children almost drugged with their own sated pleasures when they finally arrived. So much easier to get them into chains and off the plane this way.

Of course Simon and Jade would get other experiences, some of them nowhere near as pleasant as the ones they were currently enjoying. In the months ahead on the island they would discover anything and everything to so with sex and bondage. If they weren't being tortured and punished and used by their own mother and father they would be traded off to other perverted parents on the island. Who knows what they would be made to do, what they would suffer or even, perhaps, what they would come to enjoy? Charles had heard people say some children learned quickly to do anything as whatever the bondage or hurt or humiliation, because the pleasure would outweigh any pain. Kids, it was said, were merely waiting to learn what was most thrilling.

Charles and his wife Jenny were determined their two offspring would learn to love it all from men or women or even, if the kids had been properly trained, other children. They couldn't wait for their own kids to beg to be used and punished and restrained.

The flaps on the plane were down as the plane fast approached the runway. Outside, the palm trees and sun-drenched tropical vegetation was now at the same height as the plane, the few white fluffy clouds high above them. Charles and Jenny weren't looking at the scenery however. All their concentration was on what the two relievers were doing to them. And just as the wheels of the plane touched down, the small children servicing the man and wife allowed them to climax.

Along with the squeal of the tyres on the runway, Charles and Jenny Howell squealed with pleasure as they came, Charles pumping his semen into the mouth of the willing little ring-gagged boy and Jenny squirting into the face of the obedient little dildo-faced girl.

They had cum, and they had arrived on the Island Of Dreams.