Assault on the Airfield, Brawl on the Plane

Do you feel constantly short of breath when seeing that hot female detective on TV? Angry with her stuck-up ‘girl power’ attitude? Bored with her banters with the cocky male detective? Turned on with her executive shirts, pants, and gun? Wishing to see her humiliation in the hands of the bad guy? Rather than fight, this story is more about sexual violence. Don’t read if you feel you are going to be offended or you don’t like the idea of having the foreign bad guys owning the finest detectives.

The sedan stopped and its two passengers stepped outside. They put on bulletproof vests, armed a shotgun, and grabbed spared .45 magazines. As always, reinforcements would be late. As always, they alone had to rush before the bad guys escape.

The Triads will leave very soon with their diamonds. While the whole police force was still clueless, the detectives had pinpointed their locations. Detective Jim Logan and Detective Casey Marshall traded vaguely sexually-charged banters as usual. Their personal mission is to prevent the diamonds from leaving American shore. Their second mission is to get the criminal siblings, Darren and Lisa Chau, dead or alive. Alive would be the harder option.

The detectives shuffled and made their way into the airfield. They took down two guards without raising alarm. They knew that they were an army of two. The muscular single father and the Army Colonel’s daughter. Thirty-one year old Casey has medium height – 5 feet 6 inches, long dark brown hair, iron determination, black belt in taekwondo, as well as sharp aim and quick trigger.

They heard the plane engine. The plane might take off with the diamonds, but it won’t take off without the Chaus. The tarmac is guarded by about four men armed with AK-47s. Come on…with us only it won’t be easy, but SWAT could take them out easily…where the hell are them…Logan thought.

They were sneaking toward the control tower – the most likely place to contain the snakeheads. While they were in open, suddenly a bullet was glazing nearby. “Sniper!” Darren hissed, and they took evasive maneuver. Shit, they had been compromised. Lisa Chau smiled at them from above, and then moving away from the rooftop carrying her M24 rifle with her.

“She taunted us, luring us to come in…we’ll flank from the other side.” Logan said. They had to decide whether to stay together or split. Finally Logan would appear like he took the bait while Marshall would sneak in to the control building. Logan was crouching toward the tarmac and threw a flashbang. The Triads replied by shooting blindly. He braved the hails of bullet to make his way toward the control tower, while Marshall moved under the shadow. She’ll be right. Casey will make it, she always does.

Logan shot a thug beyond the window and jumped in after the glasses were collapsing. He rolled, aimed at the second thug and shot him on the head. Nice, but if the boss knows he’s in probably those gunners in the tarmac would be brought in. If only reinforcements arrive…

He saw small and slim Lisa standing on the top of the stair, clad in leathers, accentuated by her wavy black hair. “Police! Raise your hands up and drop to the ground!” Logan did it only for stupid procedure. He knew what was coming. Lisa raised an Uzi and shot at him. Logan fired back, but the Chinese girl had kneeled since she was firing and rolled to the cover of the wall as soon she saw Logan took aim.

A man flanked Logan and raised his right hand, raising a machete above his head. Logan shot him twice from blank range. Lisa used the distraction to cross the stairs while firing blindly. Logan cursed and running toward the stairway. Halfway climbing, he tripped on the wire and the small explosion happened.

The blast pushed Logan back to the floor. He was still alive but was dying. At least his right hand’s fingers were still intact. Lisa returned, looking at her work. Logan’s best bet was that the bitch would come down to taunt him and saying goodbye, and he would use the opportunity to get even. His knife was reachable at his leg.

Lisa, however, silently raised her scoped FN Five-seven handgun, aimed for Logan’s chin, and shot twice. Thus the hard boiled detective died just like that. The young Dragon Lady had accomplished what did the Mafia, the psycho serial killer, the Al-Qaeda sleeper, and the Russian hitman failed to do.

Casey hadn’t known what happened. She was pushing her assailant’s body backward so that his head slammed the wall. She kicked his shin and smashed his ribs with her elbow. The henchman released his grip. Casey introduced his face to her knee and knocked him out with a right hook. Not far from him was his dead buddy with a burning shotgun shell on his stomach. The shotgun was ten feet away.

“Hi babe,” A short man with thin beard and spiky black hair greeted him. Darren. Casey raised her handgun but Darren threw a mini knife in a flash, which impaled Casey’s right hand. She screamed in deep pain and dropped her gun. Darren rushed in. Casey evaded him and slammed a sidekick. Darren fell. Casey continued by kicking his head with her hard sole men shoes. “Little prick!” she yelled.

She picked Darren from behind by his hair, fighting the stinging pain and the horror of blood flowing on her hand to get her handcuffs. The time delay she took enabled the man to slam his elbow on her shin. “Argh!” she yelled. Darren pulled away his head from Casey’s grip and slammed his fist in full fury toward Casey’s cunt.

“AAARRGHHH!” the female detective held her crotch in extreme pain. Her hazel eyes were firmly closed, her white teeth were fully shown as she was grimacing. She thought she was seeing stars. During her trainings, on duty, and on martial arts classes she had received painful strikes to her head, face, chests and belly. But not this one. Not toward her pussy.

Darren grabbed her ponytail and rained her lower belly, below the vest, with uppercuts. “UGH! UGGH! OOHH….” Casey moaned with every blow. Darren paused. Casey felt she wanted to puke. Darren then slammed her forehead to the cold hard floor. Everything went black for Casey.

She was waking up on the plane. Her shirt had been unbuttoned, revealing her black Lycra bra. Her pants had been unzipped, revealing black panties with purple lines. She was handcuffed behind her back and she had lost her shoes, not to mention her hairband. She was lying on a reclined seat.

“Hello angel,” Darren smiled at him, naked except for white jockey and silk robe. He jumped to ride Casey, brushing his erected penis to her vagina and licking her ear and neck, while cradling his left hand on the back of her head.

He pulled her panties forcefully and tried to slam his stick inside. Casey tried to maintain her dignity by closing her legs. Darren spread them with his arms, locked her sturdy legs with the crooks of his elbows and violating Casey roughly. She tried to deny him the pleasure, so she just shut her eyes and mouth tightly, praying that the plane would crash or the Air Force would catch up. Or even, somehow Jim is already on the plane like the stubborn badass he is.

Casey’s silence and resistance disappointed Darren who was picking up his ante. Lisa inspected them and looked at her in contempt. “Scream for my brother, slut,” She glared.

Casey opened her eyes and retorted “Yeah…your brother is a pussy,” she said despite her short breaths and pumping heartbeat, “perhaps your cellphone could satisfy me better then he does,”

Lisa turned to her brother and commanded in Chinese. “When you cum, shoot her face,” Darren laughed at the incentive. Casey thought the villainess was angry at her brother. Darren was going to explode first. He pulled away from Casey, and pushed her head toward his manhood. Casey was screaming in humiliation as the cream was smearing her face. She tried hard to shut her eyes and mouth, but was choked when her nose incidentally sniffed that stuff. The siblings were laughing.

“Damn, I lost…but don’t worry, now WE can feel the pleasure!” Darren clawed her wet womanhood. Lisa screamed in agony and in shame. She was screaming, moaning, cursing, and even pleading. She was coming, her neck and back were arching backward. Her arms and wrists muscles were painfully pulled due to the handcuff, and the pain of her impaled right palm returned. Darren’s eyes were gleaming as he let her juice overflowing his hands. After Lisa had fallen down Darren was licking his fingers greedily as if they were full of KFC’s spices.

“I didn’t have the opportunity to enjoy that big white dick of Logan. So you must take his place now,” Lisa unzipped her leather pants, revealing dazzling silver silk panties. “Sis, you know I don’t like if you talk about white dick,” Darren protested.

“Ohoho, look who was bringing a white pussy on board…” Lisa rubbed Darren’s sticky sperms away from Casey’s face. She removed her panties and rode on Casey’s face. “Little bro, if somehow I got pregnant by your toads, I swear I’ll abort it,”

“Works for me…I want to have children from actresses, anyway,” Darren chuckled. “Eat me, slave!” Lisa commanded. When Casey refused to open her mouth, Lisa pushed her hole into Casey’s sharp nose and wiggled. The defiled policewoman complied.

“Aaah…this is more like it…umm…” Lisa closed her eyes and smiling. Casey used her tongue and licked at Lisa’s black triangle. That’s fine, that’s okay, just make her drops her guard.

Both women raised their pace. Lisa’s generosity made her offered her cherry to Casey’s tongue. Her satisfaction was picking up and she closed her eyes, holding her head upward. She was expressing her joy in Chinese, imagining to be fucked by the man who she had shot dead hours ago, imagining Casey’s tongue as Logan’s enormous cock tearing away her walls.

Now! Casey bit hard on Lisa’s clit. The Chinese woman didn’t see it coming. She paused for two seconds and yelled to the top of her lungs. She tried to unseat but Casey determined like her bulldog to bite even harder. Lisa was screaming in panic state as if she was on fire. The bodyguards immediately rushed in with guns blazing, only to see the private parts and bums of the Lady Boss, and herself screaming in torment as her fanny was being literally chowed down by a barely naked white woman. The men in arms were frozen in uneasy horror. What to do? Would Lady Boss kill them later? Or worse, blinding them?

“Get off her!” Darren slammed Casey’s cunt with her elbow. Casey did so in great pain. Lisa fell down to the floor, holding her bleeding pussy in tears. Worse, she felt her juice was also seeping away, mixed with blood. “Get lost! We’ll handle this!” Darren yelled. The bodyguards were rushing out, still unsure of their fates after the fiasco ends.

“You fucking idiot! You think you can get free? Huh? Huh?” Darren slapped Casey in anger until she was bawling like a madwoman. “Darren! Fist her!” Lisa ordered, while trying to get up, despite the pain on her crotch. Darren was trying to help her standing. “Do it!” Lisa yelled. Darren took a breath, and made a fist. “FUCK YOU ALL!” Casey cried. Then she cried with her mouth wide open as Darren’s full fist was forced inside her.

Lisa reached her switchblade. Without any word except for angry puffs, she torn away Casey’s bra (apparently Darren was more turned on with bras than boobs) and cut off Casey’s tits. Casey’s shrieks curled the blood of everyone else hearing that. Blood was sprouting out of the wounds. Casey felt she was going to lose her voice, as her throats were pushed to the limit after she experienced another orgasm. Darren was mean enough to keep his fist inside.

A female aide who was supposed to become the stewardess approached the cabin cautiously. Her heart was beating very fast and she was covered in sweat. The bodyguards forced her to approach the angry siblings because they know Darren has soft spot for her and they didn’t want to have their punishments doubled.

“So…sorry….we are going to land…” she said as fast she could in Chinese. Then she kept her gaze on the floor and felt sweats were flooding her neck and forehead. “Thank you, go back to your seat,” Darren said calmly, while looking at his sister. She’ll treat you. Don’t worry.

The Chaus got dressed and took their seats. They left Casey bleeding and dirty reclining on the seat. Her eyes were wide open, pleading at the sitting siblings who acted as if she wasn’t there. It wouldn’t be futile to beg. That was her punishment. When the plane was touching down, she was tumbled onto the floor. Her naked body received the vibrations, the shocks, and impacts with steels and hardened plastics all around her.

After the plane’s engine was turned off, the Chaus were standing over Casey Marshall’s broken body. “Shit bitch, you ruined the whole fun…now I can fuck you no more. Whatever, tomorrow I’ll fuck three little cunts in Hong Kong…”

“Shut up, little bitch…it’s all your fault,” Lisa snapped at her brother. She sat above Casey’s torso and with a swift, solid move, slashed her throat with her switchblade. Casey was making gurgling sound as the Triads were leaving her behind. Mom, Dad, Christie, David…I’m sorry…I was stupid…Jim…where are you? I’m lonely…Jim…save me…I’m sorry David, I’m really sorry baby!

Lisa and Darren were walking toward a SUV who would take them somewhere else. No bodyguard dared to catch a glimpse of Lisa. Ten minutes later the abandoned plane exploded.