The Posse
Airport security are short staffed and everyone is having to work extra hard to cover. All the new rules and regulations means it takes longer than ever to get people through and on their way. But the female guards at the First Class security check are brisk and efficient, politely herding passengers through the scanner.
It's been a dull morning and Violet and Donna are both bored. Poor Patty is alone operating the hand luggage conveyor having to run back and forth, loading and unloading. All three are eager for a diversion.
Violet and Donna wait impatiently for the next customer to finish putting his metal possessions, jacket and trainers into the tray. They can never understand why people at airports suddenly become so slow and disorientated.
Violet lets her mind wander, thinking about the holiday she's got booked on her concessions. Three weeks in the sun in Barbados - she can't wait!
Donna wishes something exciting would happen to break the monotony. Usually in First Class you can expect to see at least one minor celebrity, but so far today it's just been dull business men and women.
She glances at the clock. Oh well, not long now till lunch.
Patty tries to speed the man up as he slowly extracts objects from his pockets one at a time. The woman behind waits patiently for her turn.
Finally he is finished and Violet beckons him to step through the scanner.
He walks through and is startled to hear the alarm going off. Violet and Donna exchange glances. Ever since the state of alert went from light amber to dark amber, the machine has been set to be extra sensitive. Meaning they have to do manual checks on virtually every passenger.
The man looks warily at the armed security guard who patrols back and forth. He feels on edge as the pretty female guard begins to manually scan him up and down.
He swallows nervously as the hand scanner hovers just inches from his crotch. Just then a commotion starts behind him.
"Give it up for T-Bone y'all!" MB and Infamous exclaim loudly as they saunter into the security area.
Everyone looks round to see what's causing the disturbance. Normally First Class passengers are quiet and refined, who could possibly be making such a racket?
The famous gangsta rapper T-Bone swaggers into the room with two pretty female hangers on. Acting like he is performing in front of an audience, he waves his hand about and starts rapping into his hand. "Yo, yo, yo, YO!"
He comes to a halt with the sexy young groupies, smiling down at them as though they were his possessions.
He starts rapping again, putting on a show for his posse. "Hey yo, I smoke dust and shoot cops, sold guns to Tupac..."
"Smoked blunts with Biggie Smalls and sold drugs on newlots. We was outside, smacking kids and snatchin gold chains..."
Donna looks on in disgust. She's heard of T-Bone and in particular the terrible way he treats women. Well he'd better not try any macho bullshit here!
MB and Infamous join in with the rap, eager to keep in favour with T-Bone and take advantage of the spoils of his multi-million pound record deal.
"Weeeeell , what do we have here?" he says, strutting up to the startled looking woman in the queue.
"Mmmm, mmmm." He barges into her and rubs his arse against her much to her horror.
The prim young woman doesn't know what to do! Her instinct is to slap him, yet she feels intimidated by the loud, aggressive man.
She turns back to Patty and tries to ignore him. "Don't act like you don't love it bitch!" spits T-Bone angry not to get a reaction.
He casually strolls back to Chantelle and Kiera who stand waiting for him apprehensively.
The big man leers down lustfully at them and grabs hold of their breasts. The two women are desperate to break into the music business and T-Bone offered them a record deal if they hung with him. But they hate the way he mauls them and shows them no respect.
Kiera tries to hide her anger at being treated like a sex object by the rapper.
Chantelle thinks if they can just put up with it till they get a contract then they can blow the lid on this misogynistic pig.
"Ah, yeah yeah. Bitch is like ice. I bet her pooter is tighter than these here hoes."
Infamous and MB laugh sycophantically at T-Bone's joke.
Chantelle and Kiera are not impressed and look at him with contempt.
Totally ignorant of their feelings he continues: "Ease up sisters. No one be dissin' your clamcakes."
His hand wanders down and he grabs the girls' arses.
"I'm going to put your sweet arses on my next album cover!" he says causing Chantelle to suck her teeth in disgust.
He gives her arse a big squeeze, demonstrating his ownership of her.
"Just your big bare booties with T-Bone tattooed across them!"
Patty helps the male passenger at the other end of the conveyor, keen to get the line moving and get this dreadful man and his posse out of here.
"Quiet back there!" orders Donna.
But Infamous and MB just laugh at her, unimpressed by her authority.
Patty helps the young woman with her things while the rapper and his crew join the queue.
T-Bone eyes Patty up and down. 'I wouldn't mind a piece of THAT!' he thinks to himself.
The smart business woman steps through the scanner, smiling politely at the security guards, glad to be on her way.
Reggie decides to try and restore some order. He marches up to the rowdy group and watches them keenly, trying to exert his authority and quieten things down.
The men stare back insolently. They've had many brushes with the law and don't intend to let this fool intimidate them.
Reggie fixes the leader with his gaze, trying to convey who's in charge - but it's wasted on the rapper who's more used to people sucking up to him.
As the guard walks off they break out into fits of laughter, not caring if he hears them or not. Winding up authority figures is all part of the gansta lifestyle.
With his hand luggage on the conveyor, T-Bone saunters over to the waiting line in front of the scanner.
He lifts his foot to step over the line, and Infamous and MB grin to themselves - they know he's bound to do something to break the rules.
He places one foot over the line and then...
...makes a big show of twisting round, dancing back and forth across it.
"Look at me - I'm breaking the law!" he chuckles to his posse.
"Oh dear, looks like we've got a joker on our hands," says Donna while T-Bone continues to dance about on the line. "Good thing we know how to handle people like that."
"Next!" She says smartly to get his attention.
"That's next Mr T-Bone Sir, to you!"
He laughs heartily at his own joke and swaggers into the detector full of his own self-importance.
Suddenly a piercing alarm fills the room and the lights on the scanner flash urgently.
T-Bone looks up, wondering what the noise is all about.
Violet stares at him coldly. "Oh dear. Has Mr T-Bone Sir got something on him he shouldn't have?"
T-Bone looks are her apprehensively. He doesn't like the sound of menace in her voice and suddenly realises that the two women in front of him have the power to do whatever they want with him.
T-Bone and his posse are causing delays at the First Class security check. Everything is a joke to the gansta rapper and his sycophantic crew. But they've reckoned without the hard-nosed security women who are completely unimpressed by his fame and fortune.
T-Bone quickly recovers his composure after the scanner alarm goes off and tries to brazen it out. "Must be my chains," he suggests.
Donna looks sceptically at him, making him aware that she's no gullible fool.
The rapper saunters back through the scanner, slightly less cockily than before. Violet smiles to herself. There's nothing she enjoys more than bringing arrogant men down to earth.
"Remove your jewellery and put it in the tray," instructs Patty briskly, eager to get the line moving again.
Some of his earlier attitude returns. "This ain't jewellery sister, this is my ICE!"
She watches indifferently while he takes off the big heavy chains from around his neck. Infamous is shocked to see his idol following the instructions of a mere woman!
T-Bone swaggers through the detector again, which immediately starts beeping much to his amusement.
Violet is less amused. This big oaf is starting to get on her nerves. The queue isn't moving at all and there's a female VIP due through later - it will reflect badly on her and Donna if there are any delays.
Violet and Donna tut as T-Bone offers up yet another feeble excuse: "Aww, must be my trainers."
He returns through the scanner yet again, and both security guards hope the next time he comes through will be the last.
Infamous is agog as T-Bone returns yet again to where Patty irritably points to the tray. "Get them off and put them in here."
He grudgingly drops his trainers into the tray. "These things cost more than you earn in a month!" he says to Patty who looks totally disinterested.
To try and get things moving, Violet gestures to the next person in line to step through.
MB is barely through when the piercing shriek of the alarm goes off above his head.
"Busted!" Infamous and T-Bone both burst out laughing at MB.
Donna is starting to lose patience. These delays are cutting into their lunch break!
MB walks back to join Infamous and T-Bone who find the whole thing highly amusing. There's nothing they like better than giving authority figures a hard time.
Infamous heads to the scanner while MB takes off his bling under Patty's stern gaze.
As with the others, the alarm goes off when Infamous walks through.
As though expecting it, and treating it as a huge joke, he looks over at Violet and laughs - almost challenging her to do something about it.
Violet merely stares him down, keeping her cool. She'll give these idiots one more chance, then she'll use her full authority to teach them all a lesson.
MB and T-Bone cheer as Infamous walks back. But Patty stares coldly. Like Violet and Donna, her tolerance for these jokers is wearing thin.
Still smirking, Infamous starts unloading his jewellery into the box.
But catching Patty's intimidating expression silences him. He starts to wonder if perhaps they are going too far.
Eager to get into the First Class Lounge and start on the Champagne, T-Bone marches through the scanner once again. But just as before the alarm sounds.
The novelty has worn off and T-Bone starts to get frustrated. "What the fuck man?" he shouts aggressively.
Violet and Donna exchange glances. They've had enough of all this nonsense, it's time to teach this big lug and his cronies some manners. He'll soon learn that shouting won't get him anywhere with these two tough women.
Donna lifts T-Bone's arm up as Violet whips out the hand scanner and starts running it up and down his body.
T-Bone starts to feel uneasy again watching the way the confident woman handles his body. He's used to women wanting to touch him, but this is very different. Violet is clearly in charge and her stony face gives nothing away about what's in store for him.
He gasps involuntarily as the scanner brushes against his crotch. He suddenly fears what will happen if he gets an erection in front of these commanding women.
"Remove your top sir," she says eventually.
"You telling me it's my threads? No way!"
"Sir, you will comply with regulations... or else." Violet's tone suggests it would be unwise to resist.
Reluctantly T-Bone starts to remove his jacket.
He looks over to Donna but cannot read her expression. In his world, women are second class citizens, there to look decorative or satisfy his sexual needs. He is totally out of his depth when confronted with female authority figures.
He's aware that he's losing face in front of his posse by obeying the women. But with an armed guard to back them up, he has no choice but to follow their orders.
He hands his jacket over. As soon as this humiliating experience is over he intends to take his frustrations out on his female hangers on. Show them who's in charge and repair the dent to his masculine pride.
He looks questioningly at the imperious Violet. Surely he hasn't got to go completely topless? But a small nod from the haughty security guard confirms his worst fears.
Infamous looks on with horror - seeing his boss made to strip at the command of the women.
T-Bone pulls the t-shirt off his hulking body in silence, his earlier arrogance gone.
He watches forlornly as Donna takes it and puts it out of reach, feeling exposed and on display in the busy airport.
Donna stops and openly appraises T-Bone's body. He can feel her penetrating stare wandering all over his body making him feel distinctly uncomfortable. He's used to treating women like objects, having the tables turned is not a pleasant experience.
She takes in his well developed musculature. ‘Probably pumped iron in prison,' she thinks to herself. Well she's taken on bigger men than him, and all have ended up submitting to her superior feminine authority. She's going to enjoy breaking this one!
It slowly dawns on T-Bone that he might be in serious trouble. It's one thing to wind up the police, but these women look like they mean business and the nasty glint in Violet's eye tells him there is more to come.
In T-Bone's world, women exist purely for his pleasure. They wait on him hand and foot, bring him drinks and offer themselves up sexually whenever he demands. He's not used to being under their authority and the experience is proving very uncomfortable for the rapper. He's never met a woman like Violet before, and is fast learning that his fame carries no weight here.
Donna stares at the big rapper coldly, not in the slightest bit intimidated by his size. She'll bring this big beast under her control and it'll serve him right for making her miss her lunch break!
Infamous and MB sheepishly approach the detector. Having seen the confident way the women have dealt with the bombastic T-Bone they decide it's probably best not to make a fuss. But the second Infamous walks through, the piercing alarm breaks the silence yet again.
And again for MB. "This is bullshit man!"
"Off with your shirts," orders Violet, secretly keen to see how these two men's bodies compare to the pumped up rapper.
"What!" protests MB, but both men know they have no choice but to obey.
Reluctantly they begin removing their tops, both ashamed to be following the orders of these women. If their homies could see them now they'd lose all credibility in the hood.
Grudgingly they peel off their shirts and hand them to the waiting Donna.
"Be careful with dat bitch!" says Infamous in a last ditch attempt to retain some dignity. But Donna merely tosses the garments into an untidy pile with contempt.
"Aw man!" Infamous and MB are now just as exposed as the notorious T-Bone, and just as vulnerable. They look at each other nervously, realising that what happens next is entirely up to the two security guards.
They look to Donna for instruction. "Time to try again." She can barely contain the smile at the sight of the three topless men before her, aware that they have to follow her every command.
T-Bone feels he has spent enough time being humiliated at the security check and desperately wants to get this over and done with.
He marches back through the detector to try again. Surely this time he must pass. He's sure there's nothing else about his person that could trigger the alarm.
He pauses for a moment, staring at the detector as if he can control it by will alone. He's so used to being the one in charge, with everyone tending to his every whim. Being at the mercy of these strong willed women, and this stupid machine is deeply unsettling for this aggressive man.
He carefully walks through, thinking that maybe if he goes slowly the machine will let him pass.
But before he's even through the alarm beeps loudly. "Yo, what the fuck?"
"Lower your voice sir, and step back." Donna intends to take no more nonsense from him.
"This thing is buggin' yo!" he gestures wildly at the gate.
"It's busted!"
Donna speaks patiently, as though talking to a small child: "I assure you sir it works fine."
T-Bone looks to his cronies for support, but they just shrug their shoulders. Although in fear of their boss, neither is willing to stick their neck out and risk the wrath of the security women.
Donna waves to Chantelle and Kiera, beckoning them over.
She grabs T-Bone by the shoulder, and roughly pushes him out of the way treating the big lug as though he were an imbecile.
"Ladies, if you'd like to step through?" she asks politely.
Kiera and Chantelle approach the scanner, pleased at being treated so respectfully by the security guard.
Kiera delicately steps into the machine...
...and out of the other side. The machine remains totally silent. The men all look downcast.
Chantelle follows her confidently, sashaying past T-Bone without a second glance.
How have they done it? How have they got through the detector without having to remove a scrap of clothing? The rapper simply cannot understand it.
"Perhaps you gentlemen would like to try again?" says Donna sarcastically to the stunned looking rapper and his posse.
They walk though in single file certain that this time they'll pass.
T-Bone goes first. He sticks his large torso through and the alarm remains silent. Feeling confident he steps through completely.
BEEP BEEP BEEP! He simply can’t fathom what is going on. The same thing happens for MB. What the hell is happening?
He waves his arm through and there is silence.
But the alarm sounds yet again when Infamous steps through.
Donna is quite clear where the problem lies. She gestures silently to the men's trousers - it's obviously these that are setting the alarm off. Violet smiles to herself - it looks like they are going to get to see a lot more than just their tops today!
"This shit is fucked man!" But despite his protestations, T-Bone begins to undo his trousers in compliance with Donna's direction.
Any thoughts about disobeying are instantly forgotten as Reggie strolls past, reminding them of his presence and the gun he is carrying.
Donna and Violet stand by the men to observe them as they strip, making sure they don't try to conceal anything about their person from their trousers.
It's bad enough having to remove their trousers, but to be scrutinised while doing so is unbearable. Worse still, they are on full display of the entire airport!
Now down to their underpants, the three men unenthusiastically deposit their trousers with the rest of the clothes.
Violet and Donna shamelessly check out the men's bulges as they file dolefully past.
They take a long lingering look at T-Bone's muscular rump as the three cowed men march through the detector. They may be missing lunch but at least there are some perks to this job!
Infamous is the first to try the detector again. But despite the fact he is wearing only socks and underpants, the alarm still sounds making his heart stop in panic.
The authoritative women all giggle in amusement at the men's predicament. The expressions on their dumb faces are priceless! What a thrill it is to have such dominance over these macho men.
The alarm sounds for MB too.
And it comes as no surprise to T-Bone when the shrill noise shatters the silence once again as he steps through.
He pokes his arm through again but the machine remains completely silent. It's too much for the tough gansta rapper. There's clearly something wrong with this machine and he's had enough.
His patience has gone and he marches towards the discarded clothes. Infamous and MB are unsure what to do. As scared as they are of their sometimes violent boss they are also terrified of crossing the security guards. But they warily fall in behind him.
The men start picking through the pile to locate their trousers.
Donna is having none of this and marches round smartly, standing directly in front of the startled T-Bone and pointing straight at his crotch.
"Remove your pants," she insists.
"No fucking way! I got rights you know." T-Bone decides the time has come to make a stand.
But Violet is completely unimpressed by his posturing. "Not when it comes to security you don't."
"Reggie!" She beckons the armed guard over.
The men look fearfully at the man with the gun. They'd laughed at him earlier, but things are completely different now they are stood with only their underpants to cover their modestly. Their confidence has deserted them and the tension in the room is palpable. The men are aware they are in big trouble now.
Having set the alarm off several times, the thee loud-mouthed men have been stripped of all but their underpants. They stand quaking on full view in the busy airport security area, surrounded by the fully clothed security guards as well as Keira and Chantelle. As they have refused to remove their underpants, Violet has no hesitation in summoning over the armed officer.
Reggie eyes the men in their underpants sternly. Being subordinate to Donna, Violet and Patty he's always keen to prove himself and will do anything they say if it will benefit his career.
"These men are refusing to cooperate," says Donna peevishly. "They're getting aggressive. I think they need to be restrained."
Reggie wastes no time and rushes to get the heavy duty manacles. Made of tempered steel there's no way anyone could escape from them. He fastens the collar round MB's neck and locks it in place.
His tough attitude gone, MB starts to feel increasingly fearful of what the women have planned.
Reggie locks on the wrist clamp and is satisfied the young man is secured.
As he feels the uncomfortable, heavy metal collar round his neck, T-Bone starts to regret his earlier outbursts. It's clear these women are completely in charge, and may do whatever they please to him.
He used to be the great T-Bone, much respected and much feared gansta rapper. Surrounded by a posse of beautiful women, and subservient men - all ready to hang on his every word, and laugh at his every joke.
Now here he is, practically naked in the airport security check and totally in the power of the three domineering female security guards. Helpless and afraid, he wonders what else they have in store.
Reggie efficiently locks the manacles on Infamous - the cold metal collar biting into his skin. He's fully aware that the women are in charge, and with Reggie armed and doing their bidding - he has no choice but to take whatever punishment they give out.
He looks at Kiera for support, but she ignores his pleading gaze and looks excitedly at the bulges in the men's underpants.
Reggie finishes his task and doffs his cap to the women before returning to his patrolling duties. The three men are shackled together and now totally helpless.
Donna walks over and grabs the chains, pulling on them to demonstrate their strength.
"This bling looks much better on you," she laughs, taunting the subjugated men.
"I'll call my lawyer!" says T-Bone, trying to sound tough - but the words come out in a stammer.
"Ooh, you'll call your lawyer will you?" says Violet sarcastically.
"What a big tough guy!" Her words leave the big man utterly deflated.
T-Bone can feel Violet's gaze, full of contempt. And the way Donna haughtily stares him straight in the eye tells him these women aren't messing around anymore.
Donna walks up to MB and before he can protest, grabs the waistband of his underwear. Violet looks on smiling, aware of what's coming next.
Donna whips MB's pants down in one swift motion. His cock and balls flop out into the open and he cries out in shock at being suddenly exposed in front of all these women.
Donna stands and takes a long lingering look at his privates, aware of his obvious discomfort and revelling in it. Kiera and Chantelle smile with amusement at the way the men have all been so easily overpowered by the women.
Donna approaches T-Bone, savouring the moment. He almost begs her not to, but he knows it would be useless seeing the determined look on her pretty face.
Being practiced at removing men's underwear she whips them off in a trice. The macho rapper's heavy penis and testicles tumble into view and Kiera and Chantelle can't help but gasp in delight.
T-Bone feels his last shred of dignity has been taken from him. Being completely naked like this makes him feel vulnerable and humiliated.
Infamous knows what's coming and tries desperately to remove the manacles. But there is no way to get out of them and being firmly attached to the big rapper and MB means there is no way to run.
Donna saunters up to him slowly, exuding feminine power and brimming with confidence.
He feels a cool breeze on his arse as she slowly peels the tight fabric off his firm round buttocks.
Seconds later and he too is completely nude, not a stitch of clothing to cover his modesty. His cock and balls out in the open to be inspected and judged by the commanding women.
T-Bone fights back tears, desperate not to look even weaker in front of his posse. But he can't block out the girlish laughter of Kiera and Chantelle who are savouring every second of his humiliation.
Suddenly he explodes with rage and starts pulling violently at the chains, desperate to be free. Violet and Donna burst out laughing at the ridiculous sight. It doesn't matter how much time he's spent at the gym, there's no way he's getting out of their manacles.
All his frantic yanking does is to pull Infamous and MB closer, causing the cuffs and collars to bite into them. They in turn try to pull back and the three men engage in a fruitless tug of war much to the hilarity of the women.
T-Bone cries out in anger and frustration but is already starting to weaken, his energy spent. The security guards let them get on with it, enjoying the spectacle.
T-Bone is acutely aware that he's lost all authority over his posse and as soon as news of this gets out, his career as a tough rapper is over. He can't believe how quickly and efficiently the women have taken control.
"I think it's time we checked their genitalia - just to make sure they're not trying to hide something down there," Donna says, grinning to Patty and Violet.
The three men suddenly go still, their blood running cold. What does that mean?
Patty reaches down and takes T-Bone's thick cock in her hand.
She begins pulling about, tugging on it and stretching it to check there's nothing concealed. Donna meanwhile takes hold of MB sending waves of panic through his body.
T-Bone cannot believe this is happening! To be manhandled in such a way - the indignity is too much to bear.
Patty pauses to examine his penis closely. She's not convinced it is real. It's not unheard of for men to attach prosthetic extensions to their penises in order to smuggle drugs. Violet yanks sharply on Infamous' large member making sure it's not false.
She hefts the weighty thing up and examines his bulky, full balls.
Quite an impressive specimen! But it's important to check it very thoroughly.
Kiera looks down with interest, wishing she could assist and get her hands on Infamous' bulging manhood. She enjoys the reversal of power, seeing his privates toyed with by the confident woman. The sensation is unbearable for the proud man.
Patty looks thoughtful. T-Bone's penis is rather large - he could potentially be hiding several grammes of cocaine in there!
It feels to the terrified men as though the inspection is lasting an eternity. Their cocks and balls are yanked this way and that, poked and prodded and inspected more closely than by any cheap ho.
Another passenger passes by in the busy airport and stops in surprise at the sight. He can't help but laugh out loud at the absurd scene of the three big men in chains being checked over by the female security guards. They must have done something really stupid to get themselves in such a position.
With the man's laughter still ringing in his ears, T-Bone winces with frustration and pain as Patty continues her leisurely exploration of his genitalia.
Trying desperately to exert his masculine authority he cries out "Get off my bone you bitches!"
Donna is not the slightest bit impressed. "Right, I've had enough. Patty?"
Patty doesn't need asking twice and goes to retrieve the equipment required to discipline unruly passengers. T-Bone tries to turn his head round as far as the collar will allow, fearful of what the woman is up to.
She returns with two stout wooden paddles, and hands one to Violet. T-Bone can't understand what is going on. Surely they're not going to...
The women swing the paddles down fast, thwacking them against the men's exposed buttocks.
Infamous and T-Bone both howl in unison with pain.
An angry red mark in T-Bone's muscular behind shows where the paddle made contact. But Patty is far from finished yet. She swings the paddle again with all her might.
The slap echoes round the room as the wood smacks hard against his rump. The pain is unexpected and excruciating leaving the rapper in agony.
Violet is getting into the swing of things and repeatedly pounds Infamous' tender buttocks. Kiera giggles with delight seeing the man being punished so effectively.
Donna watches with satisfaction. She's pleased to see Violet and Patty demonstrating their superiority over the men and laying into them with such ferocity.
The men clench their teeth, trying not to shout out but they cannot endure much more of the relentless thrashing with the paddles.
"No! No! Please. No more. I promise I'll do whatever you tell me!" T-Bone finally breaks and gives in to the imperious women.
Having been chained together, stripped totally naked and now beaten with wooden paddles on their bare backsides, T-Bone and his crew have given in and promised to obey. The once illustrious gansta rapper has had his arrogance effectively stripped away by the security women and is now totally at their mercy.
With her well practiced back-hand swing, Patty delivers yet another powerful blow to T-Bone's tender backside.
He shouts with pain and rubs his bruised behind. Patty laughs with satisfaction having enjoyed showing the mouthy rapper who's in charge.
"I think you men need to cool off a bit," says Donna ominously.
The women step over to the corner away from the men who stand around stupidly wondering what is about to happen. They look quizzically at Donna, oblivious to Patty who has sneaked up behind them with a hose in her hand. "Hey boys!" she calls teasingly.
They turn round sharply, aghast to see her brandishing the hose. Slowly they begin to understand what is about to happen, but it's too late to do anything as Patty turns it on.
The jet of freezing cold water shoots out and hits Infamous causing him to blink instinctively. T-Bone and MB are slow to react and just stare gormlessly.
Patty turns the hose on them, taking care to aim at their crotches and soak their genitals. The shock of the cold on their sensitive groins makes them gasp with shock.
They struggle with their bonds, but the heavy duty chains hold fast and there's no escaping the stream of water from Patty's hose as it cascades down their naked bodies.
Donna and the other women are in fits of laughter. Seeing the big man and his cronies who were so loud and obnoxious earlier reduced to cowering against the relentless spray is hilarious!
Patty loves the power she has over the three men, their bodies now soaking wet and goose bumps appearing in reaction to the cold. She makes sure each one gets thoroughly drenched, determined to break them completely for their insolence.
T-Bone looks at her with pure hatred, but is totally exposed and helpless to defend himself. His ego has been stripped away and he's terrified of the confident women who are in control.
The water runs down his bulky body and drips off the end of his dangling penis, pooling at his feet.
Patty prompts another outburst of laughter from the other women, deliberately aiming and hitting T-Bone full in the face.
The girls laughter taunts the three macho men. No longer will they be the masters of women, instead they will be mere playthings to be used and discarded at will.
T-Bone looks pleadingly at Patty, desperate for the humiliation to end. But she'll finish when she's good and ready. She's enjoying taunting these quivering, naked fools too much.
Eventually Patty switches off the hose, leaving T-Bone and his posse standing dripping wet, shivering and on full view of everyone passing in the busy airport.
She admires her handwork. "OK - get this mess cleaned up and dry yourselves off," she gestures to a pile of dirty old towels and smiles as the men scramble to rub themselves down.
When the security women are satisfied the men have mopped up every last drop of water, they make them bend over and present their arseholes for checking. For the proud rapper and his crew, this is the ultimate humiliation - having to allow access to their butts like batty men.
Violet eyes up MB's firm round rump, still covered in goose pimples. She notices it shaking slightly as he quakes with fear.
She takes hold of his arse cheek and pulls it to reveal his tight sphincter. In her other hand she brandishes a metal probe that will determine if he's hiding any explosives up there.
Chantelle watches his reaction with delight, feeling avenged for all the disrespectful comments and gratuitous groping she's had to endure from him and the others.
Violet rams the cold probe deeper and deeper inside MB to check every inch of his rectum.
The pain is excruciating and MB howls in agony. But with Patty brandishing the paddle in front of him, and the chains binding him to his boss he's completely trapped.
Kiera gladly lends a hand, separating MB's arse cheeks so Violet can penetrate even further.
"Not so tough now are you?" says Patty, slapping the paddle against her hand to remind them what will happen if they disobey her.
Violet sizes up T-Bone's meaty arse, savouring it for a moment. He knows what's coming and the waiting is torture.
She takes aim...
...and drives the probe into his resistant arse.
He clenches to try and stop it going in further, but Violet is experienced at full cavity searches and jams it in regardless.
The big man is almost reduced to tears. He simply cannot believe that his arse is being violated by a woman! He's often coerced his female hangers on into having anal sex with him, unconcerned for any pain or discomfort they may feel. Now here he is, suffering the most intimate pain at the hands of the laughing Violet.
The women laugh mercilessly at the grunts and groans he makes, getting satisfaction seeing him squirm.
Violet fucks him harder and faster with the probe, taking her time.
Donna loves her job at times like this. She's a naturally dominant woman who enjoys the authority her job gives her. And there's no greater pleasure for her than bringing down over muscled men who mistakenly think they are tougher than women.
Infamous knows his turn is coming and tries to psyche himself up.
But nothing can prepare him for the agony when the probe is plunged deep into his rectum.
He can hear Kiera and Chantelle laughing at his debasement and it adds to his torture. When this is finally over he hopes he never has to see either of them again.
"Quiet down!" says Violet, "You tough rappers are really meek as kittens!"
She continues probing Infamous' arse until she's completely satisfied nothing is hidden up there.
Having finished the rectal examination, the security guards allow the men to stand up. They shuffle round uncertainly to face Violet, who stares thoughtfully at T-Bone's crotch.
"Those balls don't look real to me," she says.
"The only way to prove they are real is if you ejaculate and cum." Patty and Violet smirk behind her.
"No chance sister," mumbles T-Bone fearfully.
"Then you'll be sent to jail. No lawyer. No parole. And you better like having things shoved up your arse because I can assure you, it'll be happening every night in Belmarsh!"
Utterly defeated, the three men start wanking as the women surround them.
They feel trapped by the powerful females and totally cowed.
"Who's the bitch now big man?" Jeers Chantelle. T-Bone closes his eyes in shame.
All the pent up energy and frustration Infamous feels suddenly bursts forth in a powerful orgasm.
Thick strands of sperm issue from the end of his penis and spatter on the floor.
More and more of the stuff dribbles out as the rush overwhelms him.
He lets out a guttural cry as the intensity becomes almost unbearable. The women smile with pleasure and satisfaction. Looks like Infamous' balls are real after all!
The orgasm finally subsides leaving him completely exhausted and drained.
At that moment T-Bone lets out a mighty groan and both he and MB climax.
His dick and hand are covered in the thick stuff and some drops land on both Infamous and MB much to their disgust.
Still breathing heavily, the big rapper looks down guiltily at the mess he's caused, aware of Kiera peering over his shoulder for a better look.
The men squeeze the last drops out of their penises, worn out and beaten.
Donna, Patty and Violet are delighted with the results. Seeing the men reduced to grunting, sweaty animals has more than compensated for missing their lunch break.
Kiera and Chantelle are ecstatic! They've put up with all sorts of insults from T-Bone and his posse and now they feel victorious. From now on they'll be calling the shots, and the three men will be waiting on them hand and foot.
They high-five and squeal with delight. T-Bone hangs his head in abject misery.
"Well, looks like they've got nothing to hide," grins Violet to her colleagues. "I guess we let them go!" The ordeal may be over for T-Bone and his homies but they'll never forget their experiences at the hands of the superior women in airport security.
