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Ana Castilho and Baram fell through the cloud layers spinning on all three axes. Their bodies locked in a struggle for survival. They had become wayward heavenly bodies spiraling down toward our mortal realm. Their fate inevitably became entangled.

Ana was clearly panicking. Her lack of martial training and discipline was evident. As a girl born into wealth and pampered by limitless power, she had become nothing but a weak minded puppet president. This was disappointing for Baram who particularly enjoyed taking down powerful opponents, but despite that she was committed to the mission and knew full well that her true opponent was - the ticking clock.

With every second the ground accelerated toward them with lethal intent.

So Baram engaged her target with surgical precision. ‘Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.’ She repeated in her mind as she methodically released the latches from Ana’s parachute rig. Another forceful tug and Ana’s shirt came undone, flying off into the wind. Then Baram took position behind the blonde, coiled her legs around her neck and pulled her thighs apart to get a clear shot at her sex.

Ana however was not able to process what was happening. Having lost all sense of direction, the only thing that remained was the gut wrenching feeling of freefall. All the while, the agent was raking the president’s skin with her nails. One hand gliding up her midriff and onto her breasts. Pulling. Twisting. Punishing the president’s soft flesh. Another hand pushed between her legs, over her mound. Her panties were drawn to one side. Hot breath on her pussy. Then something moist ran up her slit. Once, twice and a third time before cold fingers forcefully plunged into her cunt.

Her entire body was being overloaded with a wide array of dizzying sensations and Baram was making damn sure the blonde could feel how she gradually took complete control. If she could have spoken, Ana would have tried to bargain her way out of this one, offering this crazy bitch the world.

But without the parachute or the strength to fight back, and without the safety net offered by her family and an entourage of servants to do her bidding, Ana Castilho was nothing more than a scared little girl. So she did the only thing she could do.

She accepted her fate and surrendered completely to Baram. Praying that her conqueror would be a merciful one.


(To be continued.)

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