The Airfield
Copyright© 2025 by Jim Priest
Chapter 2: The Security Officer And The Loader Again
Scott sneaked around by the exit barrier of the security gate and started to climb over the iron waist high side fence of the barrier. He had just got over when he felt a hand on his arm. Whirling around he came face to face with Emma, the security officer. All thoughts of flight drained from him as he gazed into her lovely big brown eyes. “Wow what a cute babe” he thought as he took in her lovely face with its small nose and kissable lips framed by a thick mass of black hair.
“What do you think you are doing sir?” she asked in a soft but firm voice. “I’m er er”. “I think you better come with me” she led Scott by the arm into the security hut. Scott examined the young woman closely. A pleasant build, around 5’3” wearing a white blouse, black bowtie together with the grey jacket and knee length skirt of her uniform. “Phrrooow what a massive pair of tits” he gawped at the vast slopes of her 55”+ breasts. She turned her back to him to pick up a phone, he noticed her large shapely calves sheathed in sheer black nylons and black shoes. Coming to his senses he lunged at her pulling her away from the phone. Scott felt Emma’s hand come up around his shoulder and then his feet being swept away by her leg. The next moment his back is hitting the floor. She moves towards the phone again. Scott gets up and runs into her, pushing her up against the wall. “You’re not calling anyone” he tells her. He should try and get away in case her male colleagues turn up, but the feel of her big breasts against his chest is too tempting. He grabs her breasts with both hands, kneading and massaging them “Ohhh god you’re stacked darling. Shame about the blouse and bra though” he says. He starts unbuttoning her blouse, pulling it apart as he does so. “Ohhh what a cleavage” he moans as the deep valley between her mounds are revealed. Suddenly, in a blur of motion, the side of her hand chops into the side of his neck and then again into the other side. Stunned, Scott feels himself being pushed back into the middle of the room. Grabbing his right arm, she turns around pulling it over her right shoulder. For a moment, Scott feels aroused as she bends forward forcing her ample backside into his crotch. The moment is over in an instant as she throws him head over heels over her shoulder to slam into the floor on his back. “That’ll teach you to keep your hands to yourself” he hears her say.
As Scott gets to his feet he debates whether he should leave now, remembering the Japanese schoolgirls who used their martial art talents to humiliate him [JIMP#5]. He is about to move towards the door when he sees her remove her jacket and hang it up. As she does so, he gets a side profile of her remarkable top heavy figure. “Phrooow I want some of that” he thinks as he watches her turn and start walking towards him, her breasts bouncing around in a strong lacy black bra, her blouse open wide. By the time she is standing in front of him, he is aching badly for her. “Phrow what a handful” he says as he makes a grab for her boobs. As he begins to enjoy the feel of her nipples jutting out from her bra, she grabs his sleeve with one hand and his collar with the other. She turns to the side sweeping his right leg away throwing him to the ground bruising his back once more. As Scott gets to his feet, she moves in, grabbing his sleeve and collar. Turning her body into his, Scott has a moment of arousal as she bends pushing her backside into his crotch before he is sailing over her hip to crash into the floor on his back.
“Up you get, I haven’t finished with you yet” she says as she applies a painful arm lock forcing him to his feet. Scott’s manhood responds as she presses the side of her body against his chest and groin, and as she wraps one arm around the back of his head. Pulling his arm forward with her other hand, she turns her hip into his groin, pulling his arm around and throws him once more over her hip. Again she forces him to his feet with an arm lock. “Leave me alone” Scott pleads. “You need to be taught a lesson, rapist scum” she replies as she grabs his arms and turns her hip into his groin, the sensation again stimulating. He feels his leg swept away as she kicks backwards. At the same time, she bends and he is thrown over her hip like a sack of potatoes, his already bruised back smashing into the floor.
She stands in front of him and leans forward. Scott moans as her large breasts swing in front of him, straining at the bra that contains them. “If you want these, try and get them” she taunts, cupping her breasts, lifting them and squashing them to show her attacker how big and soft they are. He gets to his feet, tell-tale tent- like bulge in his trousers and moves towards her. She throws her shoulders back and sticks out her chest. Something snapped inside Scott, he wanted those boobs no matter what, he was going to rip off that bra and give them a good seeing to. He makes a grab at her bra, he feels her grab his sleeves, but he didn’t care he just wanted to see these big tits in all their naked glory. He started tugging at her bra then he felt his foot being lifted high into the air out to the side. He lost balance and was thrown to the ground. Moaning because of his aching back, Scott gets to his feet. No sooner has he done so when she moves in and grabs his arm. Turning her body into his, she pulls his right arm over her shoulder with her other arm underneath it to hold it firm. Bending forward, the stimulating feel of her backside in his groin and he is flying over her shoulder. There was a cry of pain as Scott lands heavily on his back. He tries to get up to escape but feels a bit wobbly on his feet, his head a bit dazed. He sees the big breasts close to his body and gawps with mounting lust at her stunning cleavage. His trance is broken as she tries to grab his sleeve. His hands come up and grab her by the neck. He squeezes hard “I’ll kill you and then I still can have your tits darling”. Scott laughs as she tries to struggle from one side to the other, failing to dislodge his grip. Then she brings her arms up inside his, swiftly knocks them apart and then brings her hands slashing down in a dual chop to either side of his neck. Scott staggers under the impact and fails to stop Emma grabbing his sleeve with one hand and turning side on to wrap her other arm around the back of his neck. Again he feels the sensuality of her backside moving into his crotch as with her arm still around the back of his neck, she bends forward throwing him once more over her hip to the ground. Scott feels himself being pulled to his feet by his arms. Holding his left arm, she moves to his left side, turns, lifting his arm high in the air, and swings it down. The room goes topsy-turvy as Scott’s body goes head over heels before his back slams into the ground.
Without time to breath, he finds himself pulled to his feet to face the cute looking young woman. She grabs his sleeve and shoulder, moves forward, wraps her leg around his and pulls it away dumping him on his back. His head in a daze, he hardly knows what’s happening as he is hauled to his feet again. Holding his sleeve and shoulder, she turns her body into him bringing his arm under her armpit as her arm holds on to his collar. She bends forward throwing him over her middle. No sooner as he has hit the ground, he finds himself pulled to his feet facing her again. He feels her body turn into his pulling his arm around her front at the same time as slipping her other arm around his back to hold his waist. Before he can react, she bends, and the room does somersaults as he is thrown over her middle. Scott tries to get up, but his head is spinning wildly. The effect of the rapid succession of throws takes its tolls, he slumps back unconcious.
Detective Michael Jenkins held on tight as the car leading the procession of police-cars swung around the corner and braked sharply at the security barrier. A few sharp blasts on the horn and a cute but rather dischevled female security officer raised the barriers. Speeding across the site with sirens blaring the jam sandwiches headed towards the main building. Suddenly shots rang out and the windscreen shattered. Bringing the white and reds to halt, Jenkins and his fellow officers took shelter behind the cars while Davison’s men took pot shots at them. “Damn! where do they think we are, blooming America or somewhere!” he said out aloud. He had tried requesting for armed backup whilst driving here but the response came back refusing the request and demanding the raid be called off. Another of Davison’s friends in high places no doubt. Jenkins smiled as he remembered seeing a film crew from the regional T.V. network filming through the fence. “Yeah expose the bugger in public and his friends will soon back off in self-protection” he thought.
The sound of a key turning and bolts being drawn alerted us to a door at the back of the storage hanger. We took cover as a couple of Davison’s cronies appeared and walked over to a stack of crates. “Rocket launchers should sort the pigs out heh heh” one said to the other as they found what they were looking for. They hadn’t reckoned on Elaine, nor had I for that matter. She jumped up and ran over to them. They turned around surprised to see a muscular young woman approach. One of the men blocked her path. Elaine’s fist shot out, powered by her awesome biceps and triceps, to hammer into the man’s gut. Her fist sunk in so deep that I half-expected to see it come out the other side!. The man screamed in agony and fell to the floor like a rock. He writhed around wailing in agony, a trickle of blood appearing from the corner of his mouth and then stopped as his lights went out. The other man obviously expected his partner to easily take care of the problem. The look on his face as the man hit the floor turned from one of smirking superiority to sheer horror. Her power packed muscles drove her fist like a thunderbolt onto his chin with a loud audible crack. His head snapped back violently and his body collapsed against the crates behind him. Through glazed eyes he looked on in fear as Elaine’s fist exploded in his stomach. His head lurched forward involuntary to be rocked by another punch to the face. It was watching someone get hit by a high speed express. The man’s head slammed backwards sharply, his limp body draping itself over a crate. I went over to the door through which the men had came. “Where does this go?” I asked going through the door. Suddenly someone in a grey uniform upon me, I get a brief glimpse of a cute looking young woman as she grabs my sleeve and shoulder. In an instant she had turned so we were almost side by side and then I felt my foot swept away dumping me to the ground. I look up as she leans over her raised flashing down like a guillotine towards my neck. “No” I hear Elaine shout. Emma’s hand stops just at the last moment as she recognises Elaine’s voice. “What’s going on here?” she asks. Quickly we fill her in on our discovery of drugs and smuggled slave labour and how we called the police. She tells us how the police are being pinned down by gunfire coming from the roof of the main building, and that she decided to try to secure the storage hanger where there were heavier arms.