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The men and women on board the helicopter sat in silence. The solemn atmosphere was like a funeral. Indeed they felt as if they were going to their own. The president sat ashen faced, his knuckles were white as he wrung his hands into a tight ball. The air grew chill as they passed into shadow. They were now going up the valley between her thighs.

As the pale cliffs tightened around them the helicopter began to rise. It was as she had commanded. She would give them safe passage via this route. She had selected it in order to humiliate and demean them. They rose up past the opening of her monstrous labia, past lips that could engulf them should she shift slightly. Although they were still in shadow the heat radiating from her body was now immense and the passengers began to sweat. Cresting the cliff they passed over her clitoris and into the sunlight. Her body opened up before them like a landscape, a plateau hidden from the world below. They could now see the rise and fall of her belly as the breathed. She lay already in position, hand cupping one titanic tit. As they had risen up past her genitals they now rose past the outcropping of her hand and over the mountainous breast. Her nipple was like a building, with helipad ready for them to land. The sun glinted off her piercing, glaring into the eyes of the summoned. The most powerful people in the land, leaders of the free world, summoned to the tit of a young woman. Her glee could not be contained. This was the moment of her triumph. The helicopter touched down lightly. She barely felt the tickle but it was enough to stiffen her nipple. She felt the nub hardening.

“Exit” She commanded.

They obeyed.

“On to your knees and kiss me.” She commanded.

They obeyed.

“Submit.”

They obeyed.