Baram understood that she had to end the fight quickly if she wanted to avoid being cornered in the back of the plane. She had to press the advantage. No respite. No mercy. So she threw her leg up high and around the blonde’s neck. Captive arm cranked to the extreme. Gravity did the rest.
They came down hard onto the bathroom floor. The blonde’s head bounced once before being sandwiched between Baram’s firm ass and the hard reality of her impending fate. Her body twisted beyond its natural limits. Her bare nipples pressed against the cold tiles. A strange pleasurable sensation overcame her senses and she felt herself become moist despite the overwhelming pain. She screamed.
“I spy... two warm bodies moving toward you, your highness.” Interjected Visage. The clock was ticking and Baram knew what she had to do.
“Nothing personal.” She whispered, before taking a deep breath, gritting her teeth and twisting the blonde’s arm out of its socket with one savage stroke. Forcing the fight out of her… permanently.
(To be continued.)