Pussy Bomb: Terror at 35,000 Feet- A Classic Fight by Raj

[Ted Mark]

Pussy Bomb: Terror at 35,000 Feet (Complete Story)


Posted by Raj on September 10, 19100 at 05:49:12:


Pussy Bomb:

Terror at 35,000 Feet


Due to the increased tension between India and Pakistan every western nation with large immigrant populations went on high alert. The number of incidents involving international cargo flights did not go un-noticed by the rest of the world. In a few short months several cargo planes enroute to Pakistan with military supplies were blown out of the sky. It was another escalation in tension between the governments of India and Pakistan, and other countries were drawn into it as well. Some western-based corporations were still sending military supplies to Pakistan. The desi peoples were unhappy western-based corporations were making a huge profit selling arms to their enemy.

Assigned to the Corporation's large Canadian task force was 24-year-old Miss Kendra Tesiuk. She had started in the Corporation's private security agency as a secretary and slowly worked her way up into the position of junior investigator. Her attractiveness hadn't hurt her promotion. At 5 foot 7, 125 she had a beautiful face, long sandy brown hair, green eyes, nice big breasts, tight ass, and long lovely legs. Few men could resist her. It was always a big plus in the spy game for an agent to have looks like Kendra Tesiuk. Men liked to boast to pretty women. In addition, she took her training seriously, and scored well in the physical requirements too. However, this was Kendra's first assignment, and she was determined not to screw up. Instead she vowed to prove herself as something more than just a pretty face, as her jealous critics in the Corporation complained.

Anu Ramjit had been born in India and moved to Canada when she was 13. Miss Ramjit learned and enjoyed western ways, style, and dress, but her loyalty remained fierce to her homeland. Her father had joined a shadowy organization, which the young woman slowly began learning about. Faithful to her father, family, and homeland, Anu became more and more involved. Now 23, she had blossomed into a gorgeous young lady, standing 5 foot 6, 120, with long rich dark hair, a nice figure, pretty smile, nice breasts, and long shapely legs. Courageous Anu understood she must do whatever she could, even use her alluring sexual attributes in the service of her people and nation. She was a proud and brave young woman, determined to help destroy anything that was meant to harm her homeland.

When Anu applied for a job as a flight-attendant for Air India on flights to and from Canada, she was immediately hired. No-one suspected her to be a spy. Since she had moved to Canada, her family had created an identity for her as a sweet Hindi girl from India. Miss Ramjit became a model employee by all reports. Her shy and demure exterior belied the toughness underneath, and her sacred mission. Anu understood it was her duty to use her position as flight-attendant to gather information on Air Pakistan security measures. Anu Ramjit was able to report to her superiors on the very lax security measures at certain airports. At several places she stayed on lay-over, Air-Pakistan military cargo flights made a regular refueling stop. Anu found it very easy to acquire classified security details from the horny Pakistani baggage handlers, disguised of course as a 'loyal' Air-Pakistan stewardess in a 'borrowed' uniform. And all for the small price of a smile and a hike of her skirt. She reported that she could easily sneak aboard a refueling plane and plant a bomb under such circumstances.

Two weeks later, while Miss Ramjit was on the scene, someone somehow snuck aboard an Air-Pakistan military cargo plane and planted a bomb. While Miss Ramjit changed uniforms and boarded another flight from Canada on her regular rotation, the military cargo plane heading the other direction blew apart at 35,000 feet.

The Corporation was losing sales in these "air-accidents", and demanded everyone take action to find those responsible for the attack. Miss Tesiuk spent late nights pouring over the books, records and other documents. She had a hunch it had something to do with the flight crew from an Air-India plane that departed shortly after the Air Pakistan flight left, but no-one took her seriously. Everyone had been questioned thoroughly. Their backgrounds were checked too. Nothing came up. Miss Tesiuk quietly decided to investigate this area further, on her own.

Investigator Tesiuk first decided to go to the Airport in disguise as an Air Canada flight-attendant. She looked awesome in the short red skirt, sheer nylon stockings, matching red jacket, silky white blouse, and white pumps. On arrival she quickly discovered how easily distracted the lusty baggage handlers could be, subjected to a chorus of wolf-whistles and hoots. The sexy "Air-Canada stewardess" decided to question the baggage handlers to test their security measures. Security seemed lax, contrary to previous reports. As Kendra noted, an attractive flirty woman could get anything she wanted from these guys.

Seated off to the side Kendra noticed an attractive dark haired woman in the outfit of an Air-India stewardess, a bright yellow skirt, sheer nylon stockings, pumps, blouse and jacket. The woman was talking intently with a security official. The man had his hand on her thigh, as if he was frisking her in a friendly fashion. What more could Kendra think or say. It was a small price female investigators sometimes paid for information. Kendra became immediately suspicious. As they passed uncomfortably, Kendra and the beautiful Indian woman gave each other a cold, hard, stare. It lasted only a moment, but made a lasting impression.

Anu left wondering what the Canadian stewardess wanted with the horny baggage-handlers. Perhaps she is just another western slut, Anu assured herself with a chuckle.

Kendra Tesiuk decided to follow Miss Ramjit around the airport at a safe distance. Their flight attendant uniforms gave them access to areas of the airport where regular passengers were restricted from entering. Kendra remained hidden in the background, noting Miss Ramjit's anxious appearance. The she noted her enter a small private room, and come out shortly after in the uniform of an Air-Pakistan stewardess, a black skirt, sheer nylon stockings, black pumps, and a silky green and white top. This was very interesting. Kendra couldn't believe it, and moved in closer. Miss Ramjit only relaxed when the chief Pakistani security officer appeared. Kendra crept up closer to hear what was going on. The conversation was very revealing. As the security officer departed, Kendra Tesiuk could see an illicit package bulging from Miss Ramjit's purse. Then, while trying to get closer, Kendra's heel clicked on the floor.

Alarmed by the noise Anu jumped back, dropped the package, and pulled aside the curtain to notice the blushing Canadian stewardess standing there awkwardly. She didn't know what to do or say, and had the look of a kid caught with her fingers in the cookie jar.

"Who are you?" the Air-India stewardess finally hissed "Why are you following me!?"

"I'm an investigator!" Kendra revealed "And you are under arrest for air terrorism!" as she held out her identity badge.

"You have no power or authority over me bitch!" Anu snarled, slapping the card from the startled investigator's hand. The disguised "Air-Pakistan" stewardess then quickly lashed out once again and slapped the "Air Canada stewardess" hard across the face, sending her reeling. Miss Tesiuk snapped back right away, trying to catch Anu Ramjit and apply an arm twist like in training, but Kendra squealed with surprise as Anu did a complete reversal and pulled her in close. They bumped into a cargo bale and wound up wrestling upon the padded luggage bin where their skirts wound up around their trim waists and their long sexy nylon legs wrapped around each other and squeezed. Kendra's legs were more than sexy, they were powerful too, and so were Anu's. Each grunted and groaned under the crushing strain, until they finally broke their tight scissor grips but continued to roll around in a series of wrestling moves. Putting her training to full effect, the gorgeous Canadian investigator caught the beautiful Indian freedom fighter in a full-nelson. However, Anu was well trained too and finally slipped free, though Kendra scored some success ripping her green and white striped top open in the process. Miss Ramjit now had more to worry about. Her big dark brown breasts were barely contained in her white lace bra, bouncing and jiggling, spilling out overtop.

The busty Indian seemed stunned for a moment, and Kendra appeared to take control. The gorgeous investigator pounced like a jungle cat and snapped Anu's bra down before she could recover, leaving her to fight with her huge hooter nipples at the point. The beautiful freedom fighter looked very vulnerable for a moment with her big tits on display, Kendra pounding them like punching bags, turning them to jelly. It seemed Agent Tesiuk had the unlucky Indian girl at her mercy, though Anu instantly drew back to protect her big battered boobs. Changing tactics in midstream, Kendra left the lovely milk-melons alone for the moment, and managed to wrap strands from Anu's shorn silk blouse around her throat and began to squeeze. Miss Ramjit began to choke and sputter, drool pouring out her mouth. One wondered how much longer the fight could continue.

"Admit you are a terrorist!" Kendra demanded.

But Anu Ramjit was not ready to give up just yet. The determined Indian freedom fighter finally squirmed enough so that the silk hang-noose split and she broke free. Gulping down some much needed air Anu Ramjit recovered and quickly countered. She caught a firm handful of Kendra Tesiuk's sandy brown hair and yanked her over. On then way over Anu caught her tumbling foe by her jacket and yanked it off. Maintaining the advantage, Anu caught Kendra by the skirt and spun her around. Rrrrip! The skirt split open exposing the gorgeous Canadian investigator's lacey pink panties. Anu continued on the attack ripping open her adversary's blouse to expose her white lace brassiere too. Miss Ramjit remained on the attack ripping off the ragged remnants of her reeling rival's skirt, pitching her from pillar to post. The tables were turned and Anu Ramjit began to take control. The Canadian beauty began to weaken as Anu Ramjit began to smack fist after fist into her tits and midsection. Kendra's battered tits suddenly popped free from her broken bra and bounced into view. Anu Ramjit honed in to pull, pinch, and squeeze the perfectly shaped bags of tit-flesh, and she made the most of it until Kendra worked her big throbbing tits free with a howl. Containing her withering foe in the close confines of a baggage bin, Anu Ramjit rolled Kendra Tesiuk over into a "small package". Kendra's pretty eyes bulged, and she began to quiver as the beautiful freedom fighter began pumping fist after fist into her aching body, and worse. Anu Ramjit spared no expense, and punched Kendra Tesiuk right in the cunt!

"Come on you white whore! Admit it." Miss Ramjit demanded "Admit you are a slut!"

Kendra Tesiuk moaned, and groaned as Anu Ramjit beat the shit out of her, but Miss Tesiuk would make no humiliating admission. However, Kendra's cursing grew more intense as Anu Ramjit decided to silence her once and for all. The lovely desi girl moved into face-pin position, and Kendra's cries died down into a muffle as Anu seated herself proudly upon her pretty face, seeking to smother her into oblivion and silence her forever. The helpless investigator could only gasp and squirm, cycling her sexy legs uselessly in mute protest, unable to dislodge her adversary. Kendra's mouth and nose were soon deeply enveloped in the hot crack of Anu's moist, delicious ass. Soon Kendra's lashings became less and less, then a final twitch, and she was gone. Anu Ramjit smiled with intense satisfaction, panties and nylons soaked with her juices. In fact, Miss Ramjit reached orgasm while smothering her enemy.

After catching her breath, and rubbing her wounds, the proud Indian freedom fighter realized she now had another problem on her hands. How would she dispose of the body? No evidence of the death duel was to be left anywhere. But she failed to notice Kendra's body twitch . . . Emerging from the blackness Kendra Tesiuk caught a breath as she groped around. There was the strange scent of a hot curried clam filling her nostrils. Then it came back to her in a flash. She knew she wasn't in the afterlife. She'd have no need for a torn strand of the Indian woman's ripped blouse there! Kendra Tesiuk was soon fully recovered, ready, and waiting.

Imagine Anu's surprise when what she thought was a lifeless body suddenly came back to life. SMAP! Anu got kicked right in the face. The Indian freedom fighter staggered, rocked hard by the thunderbolt smash, blood oozing from her nostril. The death duel was back on as the spunky investigator sprang from the padded bin like a caged wildcat. Anu screamed as Kendra pounced upon her. A strand of her shorn green and white Pakistani stewardess blouse came back to haunt her now, as Kendra wrapped it tight around Anu's throat in a ligature fashion a second time. The Indian freedom fighter gasped, choked, and sputtered. She looked done-for. But just in time Anu managed to drill a desperate fist hard into Kendra Tesiuk's aching tit, making her gasp, buckle, and release the silky choke-hold.

The two proud, defiant women fought their way up and down the stairway, into a deserted Air Canada Airbus, where Kendra was slammed hard over a seat. Then they tumbled back down onto the canvass, ultimately into a more private stewardess chamber and change-room, fighting in a frenzy, determined to finish from where they left off. Anu recovered somewhat from the unpleasant surprise of Kendra's reappearance. She moved back in fast, fists at the ready. Kendra raised her dukes and the fist-fight was back on. In short order they began to batter each other's big boobs black and blue. Nothing settled, the gorgeous young ladies turned to face slapping, then hair-pulling. They screamed in pain and wrenched heads this way and that by the hair, trying to take each other down. Tufts of long black hair, and long brown tresses were yanked out, lying ensnarled in clumps on the floor.

Agent Tesiuk finally showed her strength and monkey-flipped the Indian beauty to the carpet by the hair, while tearing her skirt off in the process. When Anu Ramjit tried to regain her feet, the pretty investigator met her with a delicious backhand slap across the face that split her lip open, and sent her spinning hard into the wall. In defense the woozy, now bloody freedom fighter slashed wildly at her attacker. The maneuver worked well as Kendra became entangled in Anu's lashing. Now Anu scored an advantage. In the swirl of arms, legs, and bodies, Anu gained a tight clamp on Kendra's swollen tits. Kendra tried to get hold of Anu's tits, but was unable to do so as Anu moved in close to prevent her. This went on for about a minute or so, like an arm wrestling match, first the women went one way, then the other, Anu pulling on Kendra's big tits, Kendra pulling back on Anu's long black hair. Yet the freedom fighter kept a determined attack on the brown haired beauty's once proud breasts, pulling, pinching, kneading, and squeezing them, making the big boobs balloon to grotesque proportions trying to twist and pummel them flat. All the while Kendra viciously tore dark tuffs from Anu's scalp. Somehow the courageous Indian girl withstood the pain and kept up the tit torture. Finally, the beleaguered Canadian investigator was able to get the Indian freedom fighter over and on her back. As Anu hit the ground, she finally let go of Kendra's huge throbbing tits.

Now it was Kendra Tesiuk back in control, kicking and stomping her foe unmercifully. However, Anu fought back with a swivel kick, scooping the legs out from under the bodacious brown haired beauty. Kendra fell in a pile on top of Anu and the desperate death duel continued in a grapple. Kendra's soft but strong hands slipped down to Anu's neck and squeezed hard about her exposed throat. Kendra pressed her thumbs hard into Anu's windpipe and began to choke the life out of her. Anu's gasps and coughs filled the air as Kendra poured on the pressure and began to force Anu's head back, strong hands functioning like a steel vise as Kendra used her death grip. She felt Anu's consciousness running out between her fingers. Then, once again on her last breaths, the plucky Indian freedom fighter suddenly thrust a fist pounding the Canadian investigator hard in the solar-plexus. Kendra relaxed her grip, and Anu doubled the effort driving her nylon knee hard and fast up between the wobbly Canadian Agent's parted thighs. Whump! Anu scored with another crushing Calcutta cunt-buster. Kendra wailed in anguish and pulled back.

Again they clashed and the swirling beauties fell once more to the floor in a tangle. In no time the two lovely, but deadly bitches were rolling around the plush carpet in a punishing series of wrestling moves. First one was atop, then the other, in close, hard-fought hand to hand fighting. Suddenly Kendra emerged from the tussle and clamped on a deadly throat scissor. Kendra caught Anu's neck between her shapely nylon thighs, and they clamped like powerful pythons. Her sexy thigh muscles straining, the proud Canadian investigator poured on the pressure. Anu was soon gurgling as she coughed, sputtered, and choked. Anu now fought desperately to breath, tearing at her foe's nylons as she felt darkness coming in all around. The sexy freedom fighter's legs kicked wildly as she struggled to break the leggy brown haired investigator's unique chokehold. But she could not split Kendra Tesiuk's awesome legs. Anu Ramjit's twitching body finally ceased and everything went black.

Miss Tesiuk got off her limp foe and stood proudly above her. "Terrorist Slut!" she cursed. However, like Anu before, Kendra made the same mistake of not ensuring her victim was truly dead. Instead Agent Tesiuk went over to where the incriminating package was, and greedily tore it open. It was proof Agent Tesiuk needed, a pipe bomb, shaped and sized much like a small vibrator, she noted, but powerful enough to blow a big plane out of the sky. No doubt it was intended for the Air-Pakistan cargo flight due to take off shortly. Preoccupied with solving the case, Agent Tesiuk ignored the 'dead' perpetrator for the moment. It gave time for, Anu Ramjit to recover and suddenly 'spring back to life'. The refreshed freedom fighter caught her reveling rival by the hair, and pitched her over a padded cargo bale in the process.

Again they clashed in their desperate death duel, wearing no more than torn nylons and panties. It was no time for modesty. On they fought, slamming fists into each other's bodies like pretty prize-fighters. Each woman groaned as she got pounded, then stepped back in thrusting with a counter-punch. Back and forth they rocked each other with crushing blows for what seemed like an eternity. They were well matched. The ladies swooned under the brutal barrage but remained standing, knowing that certain death awaited the loser. Then they clasped in a tight embrace and collapsed to the canvass where they engaged in more close and personal in-fighting.

Once again Kendra's bloated breasts became Anu's prime attack target as her claws locked on and dug in on both sides. Anu's devastating tit attack scored heavily, while Kendra's resistance weakened in obvious pain. Kendra's sensitive melons were swollen far beyond their normal size, and appeared ready to pop. And pop they did! Anu ruptured Kendra's silicone sacks with the force of her fingers! Kendra howled in agony and lashed wildly, and while Anu was busy destroying her depleted boobs, the furious investigator smacked Anu hard on the jaw. Stunned by the heavily blow, Anu slumped and let go. Kendra rolled atop her and sought revenge. Quickly sliding her hand up Anu's silky nylon thigh, Kendra got a grip on her foe's pantyhose and tore the crotch wide open. Wasting no time, Kendra yanked Anu's panties aside to reveal the Indian girl's extremely hairy black bush. The beautiful white girl could not resist grabbing and pulling her foe's abundant patch of long furry black pubes. Now it was Miss Ramjit's turn to thrash and howl with Miss Tesiuk atop her yanking, pulling, and up-rooting her bushy pubic patch. No mercy was shown.

In desperation the freedom fighter renewed her attack on the investigator's devastated boobs, grabbing and twisting them in corkscrew fashion, paying particular attention to the nipples this time. Kendra wailed in aguish, yet continued her savage assault on Anu's sensitive pussy, grinding a finger deep into her hot wet hole to scratch and gouge. Anu lashed her legs in pure agony, and with a lucky stroke kicked the pretty investigator back on the mat. The tables were turned once again. The punishing tit kicks made silicone spurt from the nipples of the white beauty's busted boobs.

Anu looked at her withering foe with a devilish smile, "Now I will waste you!---You western whore!"

"Never!" cried Kendra, as she stepped up to face the challenge.

Toe to toe they stood trading slaps and punches in a furious frenzy. As the battle reached its climax, the Pride of India dug deep and stepped up the pace. The beautiful Canadian investigator began to crumble under the strain as proud Indian pepper-pot struck her with a series of stinging jabs, pounding uppercuts, punishing roundhouses, and crushing cross-blows. Smack! Pop! Crack! Blood began pouring from the Miss Tesiuk's busted nose, and she was soon a bloody mess. Kendra tried to lash back, but her blows were wildly off target. Then Anu caught Kendra by the arm and pitched her head first into a cargo bale. The catapulted Canadian cutie bounced off hard, staggering like a punch-drunk sailor. Anu put into practice an old aerial maneuver she learned in training, climbing aboard the cargo-bale to jump down with a flying drop-kick upon her overwhelmed foe. Smack! The brutal blow dropped Miss Tesiuk to her knees. Anu sprang upon her victim and yanked her back up viciously by the hair. Showing her strength and technique, Anu hoisted Kendra up off the ground and power-slammed her hard onto the cargo-bale. Moaning in pain, Kendra slid off like a wet noodle.

Head buzzing and seeing stars, Miss Tesiuk tried to crawl away in a humiliating retreat. Before she could, the triumphant Indian freedom fighter caught her by the waistband on her pantyhose and snapped her back for more. Smack! Smack! Again Kendra tried to crawl free, but this time her pantyhose split under the strain, tangling in bondage at her knees. Anu was quick to keep her in place with a hammer blow. Finally, Anu snagged her pinned enemy by the panties and ripped them off too. Miss Tesiuk's finely trimmed brown-haired pussy was exposed and vulnerable, and Miss Ramjit unleashed several punishing fists into the region, making the incapacitated investigator go into full body spasm.

Next Anu plunged a finger into Miss Tesiuk's tight lush love-chute to loosen her up for more. A second finger followed shortly after by a third. With each digital entry, Anu pried Kendra open a little wider. Kendra shrieked in confused agony as Anu spread her delicate pussy lips to the breaking point. Quickly now Anu had Kendra's juicy clit between her thumb and forefinger, making it swell under pleasing stimulation, while her other fingers remained plunging away inside Kendra's ever expanding love canal. Miss Tesiuk was going nowhere fast. Her investigation was over! The smirking freedom fighter had devised a clever plan on the spot, reaching for the pipe-bomb with her free hand. Squeezing her vanquished enemy's clit, Anu spread Kendra's gaping woman-hole wide open with her other hand. The victorious freedom fighter then deftly inserted the explosive dildo deep inside the gaping pink chute. Anu's hand was soon fully embedded up to the wrist, pumping and pounding, splitting the conquered Canadian's cavernous cunt like chord-wood as she lodged the dildo device firmly in place. Love juice bubbled forth as the gorgeous investigator was brought to violent orgasm, the same moment Miss Ramjit released another gush of her own juice.

"Aaaaieee!" the dominant Indian freedom fighter shrieked as she delivered a wicked backhand slap across the face that finally knocked her delirious, defeated adversary senseless. There would be no mistake this time. Anu had devised a plan to kill two "birds" with one stone.


~Epilogue~

Checking the clock, Anu Ramjit had the time to methodically clean and dress her foe's beaten body back into a fresh Air-Canada flight-attendant outfit. Anu ensured her victim's panties and pantyhose were pulled up snug and tight in the crotch to help keep the explosive charge in place. Then the victorious freedom fighter secured another Air-Pakistan flight-attendant uniform for herself, and continued by pouring rum over the "drunk and slutty Canadian stewardess" It was apparent to anyone that the silly girl had imbibed too freely of alcohol. She needed a good "sleep". Bop! Anu placed her vanquished victim on a baggage cart, covered her up, and wheeled her out.

The helpful Pakistani stewardess approached the cargo-man and pointed to a "drunk and passed-out" western flight-attendant lying on a baggage cart near the plane he was loading. "A gift from Allah" she said. After all, in her condition the beautiful kefir bitch could easily be kidnapped and taken aboard the cargo plane un-noticed. Once in Dubai he could sell her in the slave-market for a huge profit, no questions asked. His dark eyes darted back and forth. It all seemed so safe and easy. It was best to keep her tied up and gagged for the duration of the flight home, the Air-Pakistan stewardess warned him, as he hurriedly loaded the human contraband aboard. The cargo-man thanked her, and then closed the hatch. Moments later, the jet engines fired and roared. The aircraft set in motion, rolling down a bumpy runway, faster and faster.

"Praise be given to Allah!" the cargo porter smacked his lips as he eyed over the kidnapped stewardess "You will fetch me many drachmas at the slave auction in Dubai!" Ignoring his "country-woman's" plea to leave the kidnapped Canadian cutie untouched until they landed, he yanked the sexy stew's skirt up in mid-flight, then untied her legs for better access. Panting heavily, he slowly slid his hands up her silky nylon legs, playfully snapping the waistband on her pantyhose and panties, while his pulsing pole rose with excitement. Higher and higher the plane rose too, nearing its cruising altitude. The question now was whether the Pakistani porter's pulsing probe would penetrate her constricted Canadian cunt in time, and defuse the device with a huge wad of his creamy jiss? The pussy bomb was set to go off at 35,000 feet.


- The End -
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[MikeJV]

I remember these stories, great stuff!!! Thx for posting them.

MikeJV