Ms. Americana/Green Specter: Political Landscape

By FireDragon

Author's Note: Just to forewarn people, this story is based on the 2016 election and some of the stuff that came afterwards and doesn't feature the good guys winning. If you don't want to see evil victorious, leave now.

Also, this does not reflect my actual political leanings in any way. While I've never been a big Hillary Clinton fan, I'd vote for her 30 times out of 10 when she's opposing Trump. This story is just taking a kink and applying it to this situation. This is not a commentary or intended to make like I agree with what is happening in real life. This is meant to be a fap story. Nothing more, nothing less. Hence why I de-aged both the Hillary and Trump analogues, since thinking about Donald Trump having sex is enough to make me vomit.

Most of the personalities have changed a bit too. The Trump analogues are all working together and are quite a bit more cunning and smarter in this than they are in real life. The female members of the family, particularly the Melania and Tiffany analogues, also love their husband/father, which is obviously NOT true in real life.

Finally, all the analogue names were picked mostly so they start with the same letter as the person they're representing and any matches to any real names are pure coincidence.

This story contains non-consensual sex, enslavement, bondage, and mind control.

Ms. Americana, Flag Girl, Green Specter, and Specter Girl are property of Mr. X and Danger Babe Central. The Democratic and Republican Parties are obviously owned by those corporations. All other characters are my own. Send feedback to FireDragon400@aol.com.

It was quickly becoming one of the most contentious elections the country had ever seen. The Democratic nominee, Holly Clayton, seemed to be a shoo-in. Her predecessor had rebounded the economy and introduced a number of legislations that benefited the American people, she had a the support of her base not only from a successful career as a Senator but from those hoping she would become the first female President of the United States, and she spoke clearly and with a purpose at all her rallies.

But it wasn't the cakewalk she was expecting. The Republicans ended up nominating successful businessman Daniel Triumph at what seemed like a joke at the time. However, he was amazing at stirring up people and inducing deep emotional reactions, both positive and negative. Even if what he said was literally all bluster and had no facts to back him up, it seemed to energize his base and caused a groundswell of support. No matter what Triumph did, nothing seemed to faze him or his fanbase, which was causing problems for the Democrats.

“Ugh, I can't believe he's gotten this far.” Holly Clayton said, looking at the latest news reports. She wiped back some of her short, blonde hair as she leaned back in her office chair. Holly was not only trying to be the first female President, but the youngest at 41. While she figured it would be an uphill battle, deep down she hoped her looks would sway some of the more “emotional” men in the middle. She was skinny, was only 5'7” tall, had wide hips, and while her bust wasn't as big as some of her business colleagues' at only 34C, she considered herself to still be extremely attractive. She even used to be a cheerleader back in high school and college. Her white blouse crinkled as she slouched a bit in the chair, as did her black dress pants.

She was seated in her campaign headquarters conference room with her closest allies. At the boardroom was her VP pick, Trina Klein, an attractive, 36-year-old, 5'11” black woman with long brown hair, a petite figure, and B-Cup breasts. Today she was wearing a grey business suit with black heels and white blouse. The Democratic Party had wanted Holly to choose a white male to be Vice President to try and gain some voters who were racist, misogynistic, or both, but Holly wanted to bring new blood into the White House and picked Trina, especially as a role model to young women everywhere. Trina had proved herself capable enough, but has been largely brushed over in this campaign by the media in favor of the main candidates and Triumph's VP pick, Mitchell Prinich.

Seated next to Trina was Holly's daughter, Christine Clayton. The 19-year-old brunette wore her school uniform consisting of a button-up white blouse, pleated gray skirt, knee-high socks, and brown slip-on shoes. The blouse strained against her 32C breasts as her skirt rode up her legs and halfway up her thighs. Her long hair framed her exquisite face perfectly. Sitting next to her were her friends and colleagues Lydia Willis and Summer Morgan. Both women were 18-year-old blondes, Summer had her hair loose while Lydia tied hers into a ponytail, and wore the same school uniforms as Christine. Lydia's blouse strained even harder to contain the 5'6” woman's 34D boobs, which were the envy of all the women on campus and the object of a lot of lusty men. Summer was no slouch either, with her 36D breasts looking even bigger with her 5'4” frame.

On the other side of the table were Holly's closest advisers, Brenda Wade and Axanna Morgan. Both were among the richest people in the world, male or female, and held a great deal of influence. Brenda, founder and CEO of Wade Enterprises, was a 6'1” goddess with magnificent 38G breasts that not even custom-made clothing could hide fully. Her long, black hair cascaded down past her shoulders, resting along the blazer of her navy blue pantsuit. She also wore red high heel shoes and a white blouse. Lydia was her ward and accompanied her everywhere. Axanna was the head of the Delta News Network, or DNN, which started as a local paper to Delta City but expanded to become a national network. After a damning report on the Republican party years ago they tried to shut her down but Brenda saved the day by buying the Network and folding it into the Wade empire. Axanna then had the freedom to go after the Republicans with impunity, rarely saying a kind word to any of them. Her shoulder-length dirty blonde hair fell down past her shoulders. Today she wore her standard dark green pantsuit with black heels and white blouse, which also struggled to contain her 38DD breasts. She briefly glanced at her daughter Summer as the group surveyed the landscape.

“I can't believe he's still gaining ground after what he said last week!” Lydia exclaimed.

“If anybody on our team had said anything close to that, your campaign would have been sunk!” Christine said, frustrated.

They were talking about the huge news story a few weeks prior where a tape was obtained of Daniel Triumph talking with a few celebrity friends of his privately and exclaimed how awesome he was with women. “All you have to do is grab 'em by the pussy and they'll do whatever you want!” he said excitedly.

“It's all because of Wolf News,” Axanna mentioned, “They are all in on the Republican cause and have made us Democrats out to be demons who are only interested in destroying the country when it's the other way around. They quickly denounced the footage as 'locker room talk' and spun it as the Democrats using spy techniques to illegally grab footage. Unfortunately, their conspiracy theory mindset has gained them a lot of attention these past 8 years so they have way more influence than they should have.”

“Still, Holly IS leading the polls of every independent source and a number of people have come out criticizing both Triumph and the Republicans for not doing anything to curb this behavior. I think we can still win this easily. The people in Triumph's court are just a vocal minority.” Brenda chimed in.

“But Triumph managed to win the nomination despite making obvious racist, misogynistic, and insulting remarks about everyone. He's called people stupid, he made fun of disabled people, he ridiculed all of you multiple times on many occasions, and once claimed he could shoot somebody in broad daylight and not have any negative consequences. And he's right!” Summer shouted.

“There's gotta be something going on here. Something deeper we don't know about!” Lydia said.

“Isn't there talk about the Russians getting involved with the elections back during the primaries?” Christine asked.

“Yes, there was, but we could never find proof and Wolf News raked us over the coals for that one. All it did was divide the country even more.” Axanna said.

“Well, the debate is next week, and judging by how he did in the last debate, Holly should be able to win easily. Triumph was a terrible debater and every time he went off script it got worse and worse. Hopefully, that's enough to sway voter's minds in time for the election next month.” Trina said.

“We have to hope,” Holly said, “And hope that the American people can make the right choice down the road.”

The women discussed their battle plans for the next few hours, and then got up to leave in order to rest up for more campaigning tomorrow. As they left, Brenda motioned for Axanna and Summer to meet her and Lydia by their limo.

“You haven't been able to find any proof legally, have you?” Brenda asked Axanna.

“Nope. You thinking what I'm thinking?” Axanna inquired.

“Yep. I think it's time for Ms. Americana and Green Specter to officially get involved.”

“Oh! Can we come as well?” Lydia asked.

“We really wanna help out!” Summer pleaded.

“Sure thing. We need all the help we can get. We'll show these men not to underestimate superior women!” Brenda said, pumping her fist.

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Two nights later, in New York, four superheroines stood on a nearby rooftop overlooking the Triumph Hotel, where the Republican campaign headquarters had been relocated. Ms. Americana, a.k.a. Brenda Wade, wore a red and white striped bikini top, blue bikini bottoms, red gloves, red boots, blue mask, gold tiara, and a gold power belt that gave her super strength. Her sidekick, Flag Girl, a.k.a. Lydia Willis, wore a similar outfit, except with a blue tube top and red and white striped skirt. Her hair was also changed into pigtails instead of leaving it loose like her mentor. Green Specter, a.k.a. Axanna Morgan, wore a dark green one-piece leather bikini suit, nylon stockings, black knee-high boots, black gloves, black choker, and a green mask covering her beautiful face, along with a utility belt dangling around her hips. Her daughter Summer, also known as Specter Girl, was dressed in a dark green 2-piece outfit with thigh-high black boots, black gloves, black choker, and green mask. The four heroines had scoped the place out and figured out where the main database for the campaign was being stored. Now that it was night, it was time to strike.

“We're gonna find the perfect evidence and shut down that bastard once and for all!” Lydia said, cracking her knuckles in exictement.

“I understand the excitement, but keep it in check. We don't wanna get spotted.” Ms. Americana said.

The other heroines agreed and began their infiltration. Using some grappling guns, Ms. Americana and Flag Girl went to the 20^th floor, where Daniel held a lot of his business meetings, while Green Specter and Specter Girl went up to the 35^th, where his private rooms where.

Ms. Americana and Flag Girl were careful to avoid the security cameras as the maneuvered down the hall. Eventually, they came upon two large wooden doors that, when opened, revealed several rows of computer terminals on standby.

“Jackpot, Ms. A!” Flag Girl whispered excitedly.

“Perhaps. Let's get to work.” Ms. Americana whispered as the two of them each pulled out a USB flash drive from their boots and picked a computer to access.

Meanwhile, Green Specter had found Triumph's personal office, and unoccupied to boot. Specter Girl remained on the lookout for any security guards walking as Green Specter turned on the main computer. Stupidly, Triumph's computer system didn't even have a password lock and most of the programs had the password saved. She didn't even need to use her USB hacking program to get what she wanted. As Green Specter perused various files on the computer, she eventually came upon Daniel's e-mails and proceeded to try and find anything juicy. It took about an hour digging through all the mail, but she found what she was looking for.

“I knew the Russians were behind this!” Green Specter said to herself.

What she found was an e-mail from Vladik Petrin, the President of Russia himself. Ever since ascending to the Presidency, the strenuous relationship between the United States and Russia had strained even more, with Petrin becoming much more oppressive the more he stayed in charge. Yet, oddly, the more oppressive he became, the more his people loved him. There was even talk about the Russian government doing away with the term limit so Petrin could remain President after his second term ended, and according to Axanna's sources in Moscow, the notion was gaining a lot of support not just from government officials, but the local populace as well. The United Nations had publicly opposed this measure, but Petrin was used to blowing off the UN when he could.

What Green Specter had found was a conversation between Petrin and Triumph, talking about hacking the Democratic Party's computers and leaking thousands of classified documents and e-mails onto the Internet, blaming the Democrats for their poor security and using this as a launching off point to sow distrust in the Democrats enough for Triumph to emerge victorious. Should he persevere, he would then foster a healthy relationship with Russia and allow his agents into the country with impunity, allowing them to have sway over the Senate and House of Representatives, and eventually allowing Russia to control the entire United States government.

With these e-mails, Axanna could publish them in her newspaper and on the national news, exposing Triumph and his party, and allow the entire campaign to come under arrest for treason. There would be no manipulation of data, no falsifying documents, no hearsay, and no way to spin this positively for the Republicans. It would be the straw that broke the camel's back, so to say. Green Specter quickly copied the e-mails onto the USB drive and slipped it back into her boot. She shut off the computer and headed back to Specter Girl, where they would get out of there and back to their HQ. Before they could head out the door, though, the light turned on.

“Hands up, ladies.” said Donald Triumph himself, “And put them against the wall. Now.”

Donald Triumph was a successful businessman in his mid-50's, clean shaven, with red hair. He had a bit of a gut, but that had become part of his charm as he fumbled around doing physical activities. His campaign had been almost all bluster, as he almost refused to give any details into his campaign promises, resorting to shouting empty promises under the catchy slogan “Make America Great Again.” It helped that he was the host of a wildly popular reality show back when the craze was at its peak, meaning he could skate by on name recognition alone in a lot of areas. Triumph sauntered into the room wearing a simple night shirt and pants. He currently had a small pistol aimed at the two heroines.

“Oh, did you catch something juicy, honey?” said his wife, Miriana Triumph, as she walked in by his side. Miriana was a former model with an absolutely killer body. Her 34DD breasts perfectly framed her hourglass figure and was made more alluring with her darker, almost tanned, skin and long brown hair. While she was not Daniel's first wife, she was his most loyal and brushed off any claims of infidelity. She was wearing a simple cream-colored blouse and extremely short purple skirt.

Green Specter and Specter Girl, as soon as they spied the gun, slowly put their hands up. Daniel was still a fair distance away and unlike Ms. Americana and Flag Girl, they didn't have a power belt to block gunshots. The two of them slowly walked over to a nearby wall and placed their hands upon it. It didn't really occur to them how odd it would have been, but they unconsciously positioned themselves far enough away from the wall that they were forced to stick out their asses to the joy of the Triumph couple.

“We saw you sneaking in from the outside cameras. You weren't nearly as sneaky as you think you are, slut.” Triumph said as he walked over, still pointing the gun at Green Specter, “Honey, why don't you make sure our guests are comfortable.”

“Of course, dear.” Miriana said as she produced some rope and began tying the captive heroines' arms behind their back so their palms rested against their elbows.

Green Specter was starting to panic. Normally, her martial arts skills would be more than enough to get out of this situation. With the two of them coming so close, all she had to do was quickly spin around and kick the gun out of Daniel's hands. She doubted either of them had any martial arts training, so it would be hard for them to put up much of a fight. However, for whatever reason, her body wouldn't move. She tried to will her legs to kick behind her, but nothing was happening. Her despair grew when Miriana successfully tied her arms together. The lady knew her knots. She wasn't getting out of this without outside help. She assumed Specter Girl was in the same position, as she simply stood there and allowed her arms to be tied as well.

Once the two women were tied up, Daniel placed his pistol on a nearby desk and walked back to the captive heroines. He smiled as he noticed they had unconsciously spread their legs when they placed their hands against the walls. Deciding not to waste any time, he grabbed Green Specter, flipped her around, shoved her against the wall, and immediately grabbed her crotch.

“Well, this IS one of my slogans now, unintended as it was.” Daniel said as he pulled aside Green Specter's bottoms, ripped off the pantyhose, and started fingering her pussy. His other hand grabbed a fistful of breast.

“Ah! You bastard! Get your hands off of me!” Green Specter shouted, trying to wriggle out of his grip but failing miserably. Bastard was stronger than she thought. The worst part is that her body started getting warm and her pussy wet almost as soon as he touched her loins. The evil man was effortlessly getting her hotter and hotter, playing with her snatch in just the right way. In mere minutes Green Specter was moaning, her face flushed red, and her legs wobbly. She barely had the strength to stand up as he continued his assault. Her hated enemy suddenly kissed her straight on. Normally, she would have bit his tongue or headbutted him, but he was playing her body so well that she offered up no resistance as he explored her mouth.

Specter Girl could only look on and whimper as she saw her mother and mentor submit to their foe almost immediately. Miriana, holding the captive woman from behind, didn't want her captive to feel left out, however, as she snaked her hand in to Specter Girl's shorts and began fingering her pussy. Like her mother, Specter Girl became wet almost immediately and began moaning loudly. Miriana then used her free hand to pull down the heroine's top, freeing her bouncy boobs and began playing with one of her nipples, causing the helpless teen to moan even louder.

“I'm not as good at this as my husband, but I certainly know my way around a woman, especially one as wanton as you are, slut.” Miriana whispered into Specter Girl's ear. She began to whisper all the things the two of them were going to do to the heroines and how there was nothing to really stop them. They could prey that their heroine buddies would come rescue them, but that wasn't happening. The two of them were going to spend the rest of the night as their fuck toys. As horrified as she was at the prospect of being fucked over by these two, Specter Girl began to get hotter and hotter.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEE!!!” Specter Girl shouted as she climaxed.

Daniel was still kissing Green Specter when the teenage heroine shouted her conquest. The exclamation had a profound effect on the adult heroine as the last walls of resistance crumbled.

“Oh! Oh! OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!” the heroine shouted as she too came right on Daniel's hands.

“Hah! Didn't take much to bring out the sluts' true natures, did it?” Daniel said as he stepped back. He brought up his hand covered in Green Specter's pussy juices and held it in front of her, “Clean me off, slut.”

Too frazzled to think clearly, Green Specter obeyed, licking and sucking his hands until all of her juices had been gobbled up. Miriana had the sidekick do the same thing. Both heroines were then thrown to the floor and ordered onto their knees. With their hands bound, it took some doing, but both women eventually managed to kneel before the Republican couple.

“Now that we've pleasured you, it's time you did the same for us, isn't it sluts?” Daniel asked as he unzipped his pants and pulled out a 9”-long erect cock. After slapping Green Specter's face a few times with his cock, he shoved it into her mouth with minimal trouble and began to slowly move her head back and forth. Still wet from before, Green Specter began to move in time with Daniel, maneuvering her tongue around his cock and sucking on it using all her skills from previous captures.

Miriana removed her shirt, dress, and panties entirely, showing off her clean-shaven pussy, and grabbed Specter Girl, shoving the teen's face into her pussy. She didn't even have to issue a command for Specter Girl to start licking furiously. The young teen had learned a lot about licking pussy not only from being captured by nefarious villains in previous capers, but from simple frat parties on campus where the guys got the girls drunk and had them dance and perform sex shows for entertainment. The memories of those parties surfaced in the young teen's head and made her pussy gush even more as she began to lick more furiously.

“Oh, honey! She's really gotten into it! She's done this before!” Miriana exclaimed, throwing her head back in pleasure.

“Probably learned it from her mom over here. Bitch is great at sucking cock, ain't ya slut?” Daniel said, leering at the helpless heroine. Green Specter could only moan in agreement.

The two heroines continued to pleasure their captors for another 10 minutes. Miriana eventually broke first and achieved rapid-fire orgasms, covering the teenage crimefighter in her cum. Daniel wasn't too far behind, as when he was ready to blow he pulled Green Specter's head in, forcing her to gag on his cock as began shooting cum straight down her throat. After she got over her gag reflex, the horny heroine began swallowing all the cum being offered. When he was done, he let go and pulled her off his cock, smiling as she lapped the last remnants of jizz off of his cock. But having such a hot enemy in his clutches was too much and his cock was hard again almost immediately. It was time for the main course.

The power couple threw the heroines on the floor. Daniel grabbed a Swiss army knife from his pocket and began to carefully slice away Green Specter and Specter Girl's costumes, eventually shredding them to pieces and throwing them in the trash. While her husband was busy stripping the helpless girls, Miriana went over to a nearby drawer and grabbed a 10” strap-on dildo, one with lots of little nubs and extra wide. Both women, now far too gone to notice stop what was happening, began to spread their legs when prompted. Daniel positioned himself over Green Specter, his cock aiming right at her vulnerable pussy. An evil grin spread across his face as he saw the flushed woman whimper below him.

“Go on, slut. Beg for it. Beg me to fuck your pussy like the bitch you are.” Daniel taunted, rubbing his cock up and down Green Specter's slit.

“Yea, my little whore. Beg us to use you as our fuck toys. Beg to be put in your place at our feet.” Miriana chimed in, teasing Specter Girl by kneading her breasts and flicking her nipples.

Specter Girl could take no more, “Please! Fuck us! Make us your slut toys! Make us your bitches!” She began grinding her hips against Miriana, trying in vain to get the dildo into her pussy.

“You win. Do with us what you will. Our bodies are yours to do with as you please.” Green Specter breathlessly said, tensing herself up to get pounded.

“Don't mind if we do!” Daniel shouted as he and his wife slammed into the bound girls, ramming their cock and dildo as far as they could go into the ripe pussies. Both heroines came instantly, their pleasure only increasing as the power couple pounded away at their snatches. In mere minutes they came again and were close to another orgasm right afterwards. Miriana and Specter Girl began to roll around as they fucked, Miriana climaxing almost as much as the heroine as both became dead to the world around them. The evil woman grabbed her captive's breasts, using them as handles to fuck her captive deeper and deeper, as her prize was grinding against her conqueror's hips. Eventually, Miriana became too tired to continue and looked at her husband, who was still going strong.

It had been over 20 minutes as Daniel furiously pounded Green Specter's pussy over and over, harder and harder. He slapped her breasts together and began motorboat between them, making the bound woman more and more aroused. Soon she pulled her legs up and wrapped them around her captor, pulling him deeper into her warm canal as she moaned over and over again in pleasure. The heroine lost count how many times she came from the vile cock, but eventually all good things had to come to and end and Daniel could feel himself losing it, erupting inside of her pussy. He idly wondered if he'd have another kid soon.

After pulling out, Daniel let loose a few last spurts onto Green Specter's chest and face, then grabbed the woman's hair, dragging her back on her knees and commanded her to clean his cock. The heroine obeyed without question and gobbled his cock with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. Thinking how great an idea that was, Miriana did the same thing with her new toy, with Specter Girl equally enthusiastic about her assigned task. Triumph came again soon afterwards, but this time wanted to coat Green Specter's face and chest in his spunk. He wiped the remaining juices in the heroine's hair.

“Man, that was a lot of fun, but I'm gonna need a bit of rest before we continue,” Daniel said, “Why don't we let them entertain us for a bit until we get our energy back?”

Miriana had a big smile on her face as she adored the idea. The two of them untied the heroines and set the ropes aside without fear. The two women had long since given up the fight and just knelt there, awaiting their next command, which came quickly. Green Specter was laid on her back with her legs spread, with her daughter placed on top of her in a 69 position. As soon as the vile man commanded them to start, the two began to eat each other out to the joy of the Presidential couple. Both women eagerly lapped up their familial juices as they came another 10 times just from each other's tongues. After about 25 minutes, the Triumph couple had regained enough energy to get back in the fray and began to fuck the helpless heroines over and over again all throughout the night.

Meanwhile, on the lower floor, Ms. Americana and Flag Girl finished scanning all of the computers in the room and found their jackpot. Bank accounts showing Russian shell companies funding the Republican campaign as well as several support groups and, most damningly, Wolf News. Now it made sense why Wolf News was all-in on this party even as it got more and more insane in the news. They were being paid off. Ms. American collected all the data on a USB stick and stuck it in a holder in her glove. The two heroines were about to head up and meet with their colleagues when suddenly both got hit with wire prongs, sending thousands of volts of electricity coursing through their bodies. While their power belts saved them from bullets, electricity was a different story, as it was able to bypass the women's defenses completely. The two heroines froze and started jiggling as the electricity coursed through their bodies, and after a few seconds both crumpled to the ground in a heap, unconscious.

Ms. Americana was the first to awaken, and attempted to survey her surroundings. She quickly realized that she had been bound spread-eagle to a table with her head hanging off the side. What's worse, her bikini and power belt were missing, leaving her naked, though her boots, gloves, mask, and tiara were still on her body. She pulled at her bonds, but the chains locking them to the table legs was tied too tightly and she couldn't get enough leverage to break them without her belt. The raven-haired heroine scanned the room she was being held in. It was brightly lit, but had simple white-painted walls and hardwood flooring. As she craned her head she could just barely make out Flag Girl, who was similarly naked and missing her power belt. She too was starting to come around and began to panic and struggle.

“I see our guests are awake now.” A mysterious voice said. Both women tried to see where it was coming from when the man walked into view. He was not alone.

Mitchell Prinich was Triumph's Vice President candidate. He was older, in his mid-60's, with white hair and fair skin. Though the 5'10” man was old, he was still perfectly fit and exercised every day. He could still keep up with people half his age. To his left was special adviser Scott Bradson, former CEO of the alt-right website Bonepart. Also in his mid-60's, he was 5'11”, rather pasty-faced with brown-white hair and quite the gut that his shirt strained to hold in. The man had greatly helped steer Triumph's progress through the election by playing on the fears of middle America and painting the Democrats as inherently evil. And next to him was the eldest son of Daniel Triumph, Daniel Triumph Jr. The 6'1” young man had been a relatively successful businessman like his father. His short black hair was slicked back and was the poster boy to bring in young women to the Republican cause, which he was more than happy to do. To Prinich's right was Triumph's eldest daughter Illiana Triumph. This blonde bombshell had a successful fashion career and of all the members of the Triumph family was front and center in supporting her dad in everything he did, helped out by showing off her hourglass figure and 36DD breasts. Next to her was her husband, Jeff Kurinish. The young, 6'3” real estate mogul had quickly gained dad's favor and was a central part of the campaign, as he fulfilled almost every role Daniel wanted him to, though he rarely got to speak to the media. His perfectly cut black hair perfectly framed his young face. Finally, there was Theresa Triumph, the youngest daughter of the family. Though she was not much older than Lydia or Summer, she was no less beautiful, as her long brown hair perfectly framed her fit body and 34D breasts.

“Breaking and entering is against the law, Ms. Americana.” Mitchell said as the group spread out around the bound women.

“So is being bribed by Russia.” Ms. Americana sternly stated, “Release us at once or you will soon regret it! There is no way you will be able to get away with holding us here or raping us!”

“Man, listen to this bitch yammer on. Should have gagged her like I said,” Theresa said, walking over and flicking Ms. Americana's nipple. That sent a tingle of pleasure throughout the heroine's body.

“Stay away from her!” Flag Girl shouted, “And let us go! We're not alone! Our friends are going to find us and you'll pay for what you did!”

“Listen to the little birdie chirp. She's quite loud,” Jeff said, flicking Flag Girl's nose, “I'm afraid your friends have already been taken care of by my father- and mother-in-law. They're probably begging to be fucked as we speak. And believe me, I'm quite confident we're going to get away with everything we're gonna do to you.”

“We knew you little cunts were gonna come in here eventually. All we had to do was wait. I can't wait until bitches like you are put in their place, to serve the superior man. We're gonna erase the mistake that was the last administration and make sure you liberals know where you stand once and for all,” Scott said, sneering at the bound women.

“You should know better than to go up against my father, Ameri-bitch. He's always been successful at what he does, and this will be no different.” Illiana said.

“Hah! Yea, right. All the national polls have Holly Clayton with a commanding lead. With your daddy's flubs and mistakes and bluster, there's no way Holly will lose. And then you will all be arrested for treason and serve the rest of your lives in jail!” Ms. Americana exclaimed.

“Hmm, I wonder about that. Wouldn't surprise me if the opposite happened...” Mitchell said, scratching his chin.

“What do you mean?” Flag Girl asked.

“Enough of this, let's just fuck the whores stupid,” Daniel Jr. said, unzipping his pants and pulling out his 10” cock.

“I'll drink to that!” Scott said, as he pulled out his 9” cock. Mitchell and Jeff agreed and pulled out their 8” and 10” cocks respectively.

“No! Stop this! You don't want to do this! You'll regret it!” Ms. Americana shouted, starting to struggle against her chains anew. However, despite being terrified of being raped by these men, her nipples started to get erect and her pussy started to get wet, as did Flag Girl's.

“Hah! They say they don't want it, but they're already getting wet! Let us get them warmed up, guys!” Theresa said. She moved over to Flag Girl while Illiana went to Ms. Americana.

The two Triumph daughters began fingering the heroines, working them up into a frenzy within minutes. Daniel Jr. decided he wanted some more foreplay and walked over to Flag Girl and started manhandling her large breasts. As he kneaded them back and forth, Flag Girl moaned despite herself and started bucking wildly. Junior leaning down and sucking, flicking, and chewing on her breasts just caused her to get more and more flushed. Scott thought Jeff had a great idea and started going to town on Ms. Americana's huge jugs, having the time of his life. Mitchell and Jeff walked over to Flag Girl and Ms. Americana respectively and started slapping their cocks against their faces. Almost on reflex, the two bound heroines started to reach out and try to kiss the cocks as the Triumph daughters turned their pussies into a a pile of mush. After about 5 minutes of the foreplay, the two sisters stood up.

“OK, boys. Time for you to play! Show 'em how real men do it!” Theresa said, giggling.

“She's all primed for you to make her your bitch, boo.” Illiana affectionately said to her husband.

Jeff nodded and moved over right in front of Ms. Americana's pussy. He slid his cock over her waiting slit a couple times, eliciting a moan from the bound heroine, before hammering in all the way to the hilt. Having such a huge cock suddenly slam into her caused Ms. Americana to almost go into shock and she immediately orgasmed. As Jeff pounded her harder and harder against the table, the bound heroine's eyes started to roll into the back of her head. She had never been fucked this hard before, not even in the times she was captured by super villains. No wonder Illiana let him fuck other women, no way she could have handled this by herself. Scott, starting to get bored of sucking on Ms. Americana's breasts, moved himself around and plunged his cock in her mouth. With her brain shattered from the intense fucking she was getting, Ms. Americana began to suck on the white supremacist's cock eagerly, even licking his balls when he placed them near her mouth. Luckily, the table was bolted to the floor, so Jeff's intense fuck session wouldn't slide the table around and damage floor. The sensation of being double teamed like that was almost too much for the bound heroine, and it became impossible to hold out once Illiana started fondling her captive's breasts. The ravished woman screamed into the cock in her mouth as she had one of the biggest orgasms in her life.

Flag Girl was in a similar position. Mitchell had teased her cunt a bit with his cock before ramming it in. While she was no virgin, most of her experience was with teenage boys at school, all of whom were far smaller than the man before her. It was a profound experience as the old man stretched her canal to the very limit, pounding in and out at a slower, but steadier rhythm than Jeff. After a few minutes, Theresa took over teasing Flag Girl's boobs as Junior walked over and started facefucking the helpless teen, slapping his balls into her eyes again and again as he jammed his cock down her throat violently. Flag Girl was having a hard time breathing, but once she became used to the cock in her mouth, she started sucking on it eagerly, savoring the taste of his manmeat. The two men eventually found a nice rhythm and began to see-saw the girl back and forth, causing Flag Girl's body to go wild. All the while, Theresa was kissing and licking all over her body, causing her already sensitive skin to become heated with pleasure. Soon she could hold back no more and started climaxing like crazy, moaning constantly into Daniel's cock. The eldest son smiled in joy as the teen's moans felt heavenly on his penis as he continued to ram it in over and over again.

Soon enough, Mitchell felt his dick ready to explode and jammed it as far inside Flag Girl's cunt as he could get. As his cock started spewing its semen inside her pussy, the captured girl moaned in ecstasy once again, giving her one final orgasm and an extra powerful moan, which sent Daniel over the edge, shooting his own spunk down her throat. Flag Girl, still in a daze from the pounding she received, eagerly slurped up as much jizz as she could get. When they were finished, the group stepped back, leaving Flag Girl panting heavily on the table.

Over on the other table, the other guys were about to finish up as well. Jeff continued to pound Ms. Americana's pussy hard and fast as she tried to lap up Scott's dick in an effort to keep up. Eventually, she just laid there and let them jackhammer her body to oblivion, letting the orgasms come as fast as they could. Jeff tried to hold out as long as he could, but he reached his breaking point and deposited his load in the haughty bitch's canal. Scott had cum mere seconds before, shooting his sperm straight down the Champion of Justice's throat. After finishing up, they stepped back as well to calm themselves down.

“I think you boys thoroughly fucked the fight out of these cunts,” Theresa said, “I doubt we need these chains anymore.”

“I dunno, I kinda like the idea of girls all chained up. It's a good look for them. Keeps the fuck toys in their place.” Daniel Jr. said.

“You're not wrong, but we could have a lot more fun with them loose. I doubt they'll resist us any longer, will you, bitch?” Illiana asked.

Ms. Americana could only lie there panting, “No...you win...”

Flag Girl chimed in, “Do...with us....what...you will.”

“Hah! You heard the sluts!” Jeff exclaimed, beginning to unlock the chain restraints.

Normally, Ms. Americana would have said that as a bluff to try and escape, but this was not one of those times. She really was out of energy. As Jeff and Scott took the chains off, she could only lie there, trying to catch her breath. After removing the last chain, Scott grabbed the hapless heroine by the hair and threw her roughly to the floor. She landed on her stomach, crushing her giant boobs beneath her painfully. As she tried to sit up, Illiana stamped down on her ass, sending her back to the ground. She tried to raise up again, but Scott walked over and kicked her in the stomach, sending her crashing back onto the ground. Jeff walked over and placed his shoe on her head, pressing down every so slightly to remind her of her place.

Flag Girl was put in a similar predicament. Daniel had grabbed her by her pigtail, pulled her off the table and up against his chest, giving her a big kiss before throwing her down on the floor hard near Ms. Americana. The young teen landed hard on her back on the floor and bounced her head off the wood, dizzying her more. She tried to rest on her elbows but Mitchell stepped on her head, keeping her on the ground. Daniel walked over and started crushing her pussy using his shoe, causing Flag Girl to cry out in pain.

“Who's the superior now, Ms. High-and-Mighty Cunts?” Jeff asked the pained women.

“You...you are...” Ms. Americana groaned.

“Please...we're sorry...” Flag Girl whined.

After beating up the two girls a bit more, the boys got themselves hard again, so it was back to fucking. This time, Jeff laid on the floor as Scott and Illiana laid Ms. Americana on top of her face up, taking special care to line up her ass over Jeff's rigid dick and jamming it in.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Ms. Americana screamed as her ass was stretched wide by the huge cock.

Scott then got on top and plowed his dick into Ms. Americana's still-tight pussy, electing another moan from the beaten heroine. Illiana decided she wanted in on the fun and stripped naked herself before kneeling over her foe's head.

“You had better be good with your tongue, slut, or I will make you pay dearly.” Illiana said before smushing her pussy on top of the defeated woman's face. Lacking any resistance, Ms. Americana began licking and probing deep in Illiana's pussy as best she could. It seems she was skilled enough, as Illiana began moaning deeply as the two began began pistoning in and out of the other two holes.

Over on the other side, they decided to arrange themselves in a similar manner, with Daniel in Flag Girl's pussy, Mitchell pounding her ass, and Theresa sitting on top of her face. Like her mentor, Flag Girl offered up no fight and began to pleasure her captors as much as she could.

“Oh man, this bitch knows how to lick cunt! You have GOT to be a lezzbo!” Theresa shouted, writhing in pleasure from Flag Girl's tongue. For some reason, this incensed Mitchell as he started pounding Flag Girl's ass harder and rougher than ever.

All either woman could do was sit there and take the abuse as the politicians used and abused the two girls all night long. By sunrise, they had completely passed out.

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Ms. Americana eventually came to after the sun had risen. She was utterly caked in dried cum all around her. She noticed she was on top of Flag Girl, Specter Girl, and Green Specter, and all had been thrown into a dumpster outside Triumph Tower. She woke the other girls up as they slowly climbed out of the dumpster. All of their limbs were still sore from the action last night and all of them were caked in dried cum, though after a while it was all a blur to them, so who knows what fiendish acts they pulled. What shocked the heroines was that they still wore their boots, gloves, chokers, and masks. Only their bodysuits, and their power belts in Ms. Americana and Flag Girl's cases, had been missing. Americana quickly checked her glove while Green Specter checked her boot.

“They didn't take it!” Ms. Americana exclaimed, holding up her USB stick.

“Mine either,” Green Specter did the same, “They probably either forgot about it or couldn't find the secret compartments in our clothes. We should count ourselves lucky they didn't strip us completely.”

“Yea, but gee, Ms. A, that was a complete disaster. I haven't been fucked that hard in a while.” Flag Girl whined, her ass and pussy still sore.

“Unfortunately, we can't do anything about it now. If we report the rapes, not only could we be charged with breaking and entering, but our secret identities would likely become public.” Green Specter said.

“For now, let's get out of here. I have a secondary base close by where we can wash up and get new clothes.” Ms. Americana said. The others agreed as they carefully navigated the alleyways of New York City.

It took a few hours, but they eventually made it to the secret hideout, where they were able to wash all the grime and spunk from their bodies. The four women changed into very casual clothes consisting of oversized shirts and shorts as their limbs had not yet fully recovered from last night. Brenda, knowing the perils of their line of work, gave each of the ladies a birth control pill to prevent an unwanted pregnancy from those evil bastards. Lydia turned on the TV to see if they missed anything and found a live Triumph rally going on where was once again riling up the crowd by talking about how their jobs were being taken away and how the Democrats want to destroy healthcare and how Holly is a puppet of the Russian government. Afterwards, DNN kept arguing how Triumph was full of shit and still hadn't made any actual policies while Wolf News was continuing to demonize Holly. Surprisingly, it seemed Triumph kept the break-ins by the heroines a secret, probably to hide the various rapes. As they thought back to what happened, Lydia and Summer blushed red in shame as their pussies started to get wet again.

While the teens checked out the news, Brenda and Axanna went over to the computer to make sure the USB sticks still had the info they needed. What they found was not what they wanted to see.

“That's why they let us keep the USB sticks. They deleted all the relevant info on them.” Brenda said, “We were completely defeated.”

“Maybe not,” Axanna mused, “We may not have evidence the Russians and Republicans are working together, but we know it's true. All we need to do is pressure them. We'll use it as a main talking point on DNN and Holly can force the issue at her debate. If we bring up the possibility, a third party may be able to find the evidence for us or we could get a leak.”

“Good thinking. One way or another, we'll take down this bastard and save this country. We cannot allow Daniel Triumph to become President or this country is doomed.” Brenda warned.

As the women prepared to meet up with Holly, unbeknownst to them, a virus implanted in the USB stick began to work its magic in the background. It selected and copied everything on Brenda's computer, including all her accounts and secrets, as well as the network it was connected to, and send the info to the Republican Party headquarters. Neither Brenda nor Axanna noticed anything was off.

The girls' plan had gone off without a hitch, but it didn't have the results they expected. While a lot of news networks had picked up the story and DNN pushed it as hard as they could, Wolf News had completely denounced the story entirely, focusing on how the Democrats were making up lies because they were scared. Triumph himself claimed the story was “fake news” which caught on with his fanbase and spread like wildfire. Every article that was negative about Triumph was mobbed by rabid supporters declaring the article fake news. Democrats tried to defend their position, but the Republicans were sniping much more viciously, gaining more and more traction.

Then it was time for the final debate. Triumph came on and proceeded to continue doing the stuff he did best, making a bunch of bluster and empty promises while attacking Democrats and liberals. Holly tried to take the high road, but eventually started using zingers of her own to take Triumph down a peg or two. After the debate, Wolf News called it a victory for Triumph, but every other news outlet thought Clayton was easily better. Americans seemed to agree, as well, as poll numbers around the country showed Clayton with a 10% lead. Brenda and Axanna were pleased despite the turmoil. They may not have had hard evidence, but merely suggesting the idea put the Republicans on the defensive, which may have been enough.

That is, until the election itself.

The election that Daniel Triumph won. Easily.

Despite all the polls and reports saying otherwise, Holly had lost the popular vote by over 20 million votes. People around the country were flabbergasted. A cocky businessman who stormed into the political arena managed to take down a political stalwart despite being one of the most unqualified candidates ever seen. To make things worse, Republicans had also taken a majority in the Senate and the House of Representatives.

“How? How could this have happened?” Holly kept asking as she paced back and forth behind her desk. Brenda, Axanna, and Trina were also in her office.

“It was likely the Russians. They hacked the election and probably changed a bunch of votes for you into votes for him.” Brenda said.

“But can we prove that? Ms. Americana and Green Specter tried to acquire evidence and it apparently didn't go so well.” Holly replied.

“Not yet, but you do still have people loyal to you in the Senate and the White House. We'll get some of them leak some damaging info. Enough to call a hearing and hopefully grounds for impeachment.” Axanna stated.

“But is that gonna be soon enough? The Republicans also control the House and the Senate. They'll try to fast track any and all laws they want through, and even if we get the info, there's no guarantee enough Congressmen will listen.” Trina said.

Before they could argue any farther, Holly's phone had rung. The losing candidate activated the speakerphone.

“Hello?” Holly asked.

“Hey there, sweet cakes.” Daniel Triumph replied.

“What the hell do you want?”

“There's something we need to discuss. Your hot girlfriends Wade and Morgan are there with your VP, right? Bring them along. There's a limo out back that will pick you up. Hurry it up. Just shut up and don't dawdle.” Triumph hung up after that.

Holly was about to say no, but for some reason, her mouth wouldn't open. Neither would Brenda's, Axanna's, or Trina's. Instead, the four women left the office, headed down to the street, and found the limo out back. Getting in, they were taken down to Triumph Tower through an underground parking lot. All four women stayed perfectly silent the entire trip, which was scaring them. As they got off the elevator, the four women proceeded down the hall and into Triumph's main office, which Axanna was intimately familiar with. There, Daniel himself, Mitchell, Scott, and Daniel Jr. were waiting. The men had noticed that all four women were wearing short skirts that only went about halfway down their thighs.

“About time you bitches got here. You shouldn't keep the President of the United States waiting.” Triumph said with a big wide grin. The four women glared daggers at him, but said nothing.

Momentarily confused, Triumph suddenly remembered, “Oh yea, I said shut up on the phone. Ah, you can speak now.”

“What the hell did you do to us, you bastard!” Brenda exclaimed. She was shaking with rage.

“You got the Russians to hack the election, didn't you!?” Axanna shouted.

“The American people won't stand for this when they find out, you sick bastard.” Holly said, seething.

“I don't know how you did all this, but you're not going to get away with it for long! If not us, somebody will stop you!” Trina exclaimed.

Daniel laughed, “Ladies, you are correct. The Russians did hack the election. In fact, they've been helping us Republicans for years now. See, Americans are glued to their radios and TVs and internet videos nowadays. Somebody at Russia managed to invent a special signal that can be broadcast through those devices that allows the person to hypnotize whoever's watching at that moment.”

All four women gasped. It was all coming together.

Mitchell then spoke up, “That's right. We've been broadcasting a low strength hypnotic signal through Wolf News, their related programs on other networks, and our own ads and Internet videos for years now. And thanks to social media, almost everyone in the country was exposed one way or another. This year, we amped up the signal another level, causing more and more people to sway to our side. The hacks were a preventive measure for those rural towns that didn't watch much media.”

The girls just stood there in stunned silence.

Scott piped up next, “We even pumped the signal through the various debate and rally broadcasts, even on DNN and the local networks. Mrs. Clayton, you and your lackey here were exposed to some heavy amounts of hypnosis subconsciously during the debates. Wade and Morgan here we quadrupled down when they tried to break into the Tower a few weeks ago. All of you are under our control now.”

Brenda and Axanna's eyes went wide. They knew their super hero identities. While they figured at first they simply took their masks off when they had passed out and put them back on, after the Republicans did nothing with the info they thought their secret was safe after all.

Next it was time for Daniel to pop up again, “Now, here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna take the blame for the Russian hacking. It wasn't the Republicans who colluded with the Russians, it was the Democrats under your orders. Your Vice President, Wade, and Morgan here willingly assisted you. Soon after I take office, I'm going to produce the evidence and prosecute the four of you. You're going to spend the rest of your lives in jail and will never bother us again. DNN will be sold to rid itself of the stink of Wade and your collaborators, and it'll go to some good friends of mine who are sympathetic to our cause who will take over. They're going to install some more signal broadcasters, allowing us to control even more people. In a matter of time, we'll be in complete control of this country as we hand it over to Russia. A few decades from now, the American people will be celebrating becoming a colony of President Petrin and the new Soviet Union.”

Holly, Brenda, Axanna, and Trina were all horrified at what they were proposing and even more horrified because they realized they could get away with it.

“You...you monsters!” Holly eventually said, “You're going to turn the American people into slaves!”

“Yep!” Daniel Jr. piped up, “And they'll cheer for it, too!”

Daniel Sr. then got up and walked around his desk, facing Holly. “There's nothing you can do to stop me, you little slut. You lost. You were defeated. I've won. And because I'm me, I get to do this as well!” He reached out and went under Holly's skirt to grab her pussy, “You're mine, bitch. Admit it.”

Despite her unwavering hatred of this man, Holly did nothing to stop or even impede him from reaching under her short skirt and fingering her snatch. The other three ladies just stood there in shock as Holly allowed this evil man to grab her most private place with no resistance. The worst part was Holly had gotten extremely wet as soon as he touched her. She surmised this was because of the hypnosis, but that was secondary. Soon she was panting and whimpering under Triumph's touch. He pulled his hand back to find his fingers soaked in her pussy juice. He decided to wipe his hand off in her hair, humiliating her even more, when he noticed a few spare drops landed on his shoe.

“Well now, look at the mess you made. You should really clean that up.” Triumph said, grinning evilly.

Holly, flustered by the intrusion beforehand, was trying to fight back, but whether it was her own mind rationalizing things or the hypnosis, she realized she couldn't fight back.

“Just...please. Make sure my daughter is safe, at least.” Holly said quietly. She started to cry.

“Don't worry, I'll take excellent care of your daughter. Now get cleaning.” Daniel said, pointing down.

Holly knew what he meant, but she couldn't argue. As she began to cry more and more, the former Senator and Democratic Presidential Nominee got down on her knees, stuck her ass out in the air, and began to lick her pussy juice off of Triumph's shoes. Seeing her crumble like that broke the spirits of the other three women. Despite their hatred of what was going on, they had gotten wet themselves after seeing the raw sexism Triumph just displayed. With Holly submitting, the last spark of resistance withered away from the ladies. Their shining hope had been defeated and conquered.

Suddenly, the other three men stepped up. Scott stood in front of Trina, Junior stood in front of Axanna, and Mitchell in front of Brenda. Knowing what was expected of them, the three ladies accepted their fates, sunk to their knees, stuck their asses high and out, and began to lick their masters' shoes clean. The men couldn't help but grin wildly as their greatest opposition knelt before them, literally kissing their shoes. Eventually they couldn't resist any more and all four unzipped their pants, pulling out their cocks. The four women rose up to their knees and enthusiastically gave the Republicans the best blowjobs they could ask for. While they had accepted their fate, all four of them continued to cry, knowing this was just the beginning.

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True to his word, evidence had appeared linking Holly Clayton's campaign team to Russia as they tried to hack the elections and sway voters to them against their will. The scandal rocked the nation and caused many Democrats to lose faith in their party despite their hatred for such a sexist man becoming President. And soon after his inauguration, President Triumph had Holly, her campaign staff, Trina, Brenda, and Axanna arrested and charged for treason. Their defense lawyer, unbeknownst to the general public, had been picked by Triumph himself to hinder their case and it only took a few days for all of them to be declared guilty and sentenced to life in prison.

After the decision, the four women were led out the front door in handcuffs, along with metal collars, metal braces typically used for dangerous criminals, and a leash the arresting officers used to drag them out. It wasn't necessary, but it served to humiliate the women even more and despirit their supporters harder than ever before. Everyone in the country believed that they had committed treason, causing a number of companies to stop sponsoring the Democratic Party and their more ardent supporters to switch parties to the new alt-right Tea Party.

With the top leadership of the Democratic Party now in jail, the party tried to scramble and keep everything together, while the Republicans went to work on their ultimate goal and passed new bills that dismantled almost everything the previous administration did. While there were a LOT of protests around the country, they were ignored or made fun of by Wolf News. It took a while, but DNN, under new management, also started appealing to the new Presidency and began to share similar views to Wolf News. With each new bill that passed, a new protest raged, but since the two biggest media networks and most of the government themselves were ignoring it, they did little good. The amount of sexual assault and interracial violence cases had skyrocketed after the new administration was sworn in, but most of the police force was firmly in the Republican's pockets and did little to stop these from happening.

Democrats held out hope that they could turn things around in 2018, but the hypnotic signals used by the Republicans and their two highly rated national news networks had done their job, allowing the Republicans to keep both the House and Senate. Now more energized than ever before, Republicans reintroduced concentration camps intended to weed out possible terrorists. However, since most of the party as well as officials were pretty racist, it caused a lot of innocent people to be imprisoned and to work as slaves to their white masters. Again, both Wolf News and DNN, along with the GOP, had spun these new camps as protecting Americans from evil terrorists at home and abroad, and while it sparked a new wave of protests, after a few months they died down and people began to accept the new way of life.

Then came the year 2020. The Democratic Party had finally gotten its act together and selected a candidate that they felt could topple Triumph and his administration, but they ended up losing by an even greater percentage than before. With a new term ahead of him, President Triumph decided to push his agenda against women, who by that point had made up most of the Democratic Party. The big blow was the repeal of the 19^th Amendment, taking away woman's right to vote. A lot of women, thanks to the media constantly vilifying any woman who spoke out against the administration and constant comparisons to Clayton and her team, had grown weary of constantly fighting and stopped, knowing it was a lost cause. There were once again protests, but these were nowhere near the size of the ones a mere four years ago. With women unable to vote, the President also passed several laws changing what could be considered rape. Wives were now expected to give their husbands sex on demand and could not be legally defined as ever being raped. False accusations carried extremely harsh penalties and since most courts would not believe a woman by themselves, the number of rape cases had dropped drastically. The few that happened were put forth by the husband after his wife was raped without his permission.

By the year 2022, Democrats were on their last legs. They only had about 20% of the Senate and House and even though they were trying harder and harder to promote equality and freedom, they were losing more and more ground every day. It didn't help that the Party was mostly made up of women since most of the men had jumped ship to the Republican Party in the intervening years. Then the elections came. For the first time ever, the Republicans had won 100% of both the Senate and the House seats. With that crushing defeat, sponsors left and right pulled out of the Party, feeling they were wasting their money.

With no support left behind them, the Democratic Party officially disbanded.

The older Congresswomen in the Party had retired to live out the rest of their lives in solitude, while the younger and sexier women were forced to sign on as secretaries under their Republican opponents. By this time, women had become so oppressed that they had stopped fighting and accept the male rule. A number of wives went out in the open wearing collars and were led around on a leash by their husbands. Women's classes were separated from men's classes in schools. Instead of algebra, history, and economy, women could only participate in classes such as home economics or sewing. There was also mandatory PE where the young girls had to keep themselves in shape for their future husbands. Prostitution was made legal around the country. Conversion Centers have been established to “cure” lesbianism, typically by making the women work in brothels against their wills. The other heroines such as Got Gal, Puritan, Solar Woman, etc. tried to fight these changes during the first few years, but even they could only take so much. Some of them retired, some were captured by villains or pimps. By this point they had been long forgotten. Even clothing had been regulated, as most pants for women had been softly banned. Only extremely form fitting jeans were still available to women. Otherwise, they could only wear shorts, skirts, or dresses, even in winter. Any woman needing to dress formal only had skirts to choose from. Women's sports were mostly defunct, with only wrestling, tennis, and gymnastics getting any support. And, of course, cheerleading, which made the outfits in high school and college a lot skimpier. While there was technically no law against women achieving a high business rank, over the years the number of female CEOs and Managers had dropped significantly. By this point, no woman had any real power in either the government or business. While women were still technically free, they were really dependent on men in order to live and were becoming slaves more and more each year.

Feminism was officially dead. Women would never be free again.

As their main opposition had been completely defeated, the Republicans saw no more need for the electoral college or term limits and had them removed. Now, none of the officials in the government had a limit to which they could spend in their seats. All government positions were lifetime appointments. This time, there were no protests. No one opposed the new order any longer. Galvanized by accomplishing their new goals, they had only one thing left to do: unite North America. Canada had closed their borders completely a year after Triumph came into power while Mexico was constantly going against the US government after the concentration camps and mass deportations started happening. With a new, unified army, the US government invaded both Canada and Mexico, taking them over and establishing them as new states under the Union.

The two conquered countries couldn't expect help from the outside. Shortly after Triumph's rise to power, several fascist leaders rose to power in the UK, France, Germany, and Italy. Of course, they were helped out by the Russians. With Europe going through heavy transition and destabilization, there wasn't much stopping Russia from doing a manual takeover of Eastern Europe and the Middle East, allowing ISIS to work under them to control the Middle Eastern countries. North Korea had built up enough weaponry to conquer their neighbors to the south, forming a single Korea once again under Kim Jong Un's rule. China, seeing the direction the world was going in, sent out their armies and took over Japan and Southeast Asia, including Taiwan, Vietnam, and the Philippines. People pleaded with the UN to help stop these fascist regimes from forming around the world, but with many agents sympathetic to their home countries' causes, the United Nations became powerless to stop any of these evil rules from coming to power.

Ten years after first coming into power, King Triumph had welcomed a visit from his good friend Emperor Petrin. They had taken a vacation to a nondescript facility in the middle of nowhere. There wasn't a whole lot of Secret Service agents. There wasn't much need, as both Triumph and Petrin had become leaders of the new world and celebrated all over the land. The two leaders were escorted to a plush room, with exquisite, plush couches and chairs, a pool table, fine art everywhere, a roaring fireplace, and a large round sofa/bed over on the side. Daniel and Vladik sat down in some very comfortable chairs and waited for the entertainment to arrive. The Secret Service members left the room as another door opened and four women crawled in on their hands and knees, being led by four guards.

Holly Clayton still had her killer body even in her 50's. She had a bit of a tummy tuck, but didn't really need any other enhancements done to her. She wore a skimpy bikini top and cut-off jean short shorts with her thong poking out above her hips. Her blonde hair had gotten brighter and now reached her waist. A metal collar with her prisoner serial number adorned her neck with a leash attached to the prison guard walking her in.

Trina Klein walked to Holly's left. Her long black hair perfectly framed her chocolate skin and helped emphasize her new 38DD breasts. They were barely being held in but her button up shirt that was twisted into a knot. She wore a thigh-high pleated skirt that was already riding up to her waist as she crawled on the floor. She had a similar collar to Holly.

Brenda Wade wore a red and white bustier that emphasized her generous cleavage, a golden tiara, and blue panties. The look was meant to evoke her old Ms. Americana costume, even though the hero was a mere distant memory now. She even wore her original gloves and mask to complete the look, though instead of a choker she wore a slave collar.

Finally, there was Axanna Morgan. Dressed in a one-piece leather outfit like her old costume, though this time without the leggings, she also wore her original gloves and mask. Like the others, she also wore a metal collar with her prisoner number on the dog tag.

This was a high-security prison cut off from the outside world and where King Triumph and his administration sent their female political enemies once they framed them for some heinous crime. Here, they would receive the full on hypnosis treatment and train to become the best sluts in the world. Once their training was complete, government officials and special guests often came by to sample their charms and gloat over the woman's defeat. It proved popular enough that once they incarcerated all their enemies they started finding attractive single women and framing them for anything just as an excuse to get them in this prison. And since most of the judges came by here as well, proceedings usually went quickly.

It had been many years since Daniel had stopped by here, he was simply too busy otherwise, but for his 10 year anniversary he decided to take some time off. Holly and Trina crawled up to their master as the guards handed over the leashes and left. Brenda and Axanna were led over to Vladik.

“Oh, master! It's been too long! Why didn't you come sooner?” Holly asked, gazing lovingly upon her former enemy.

“Sorry, sluts. Been too busy. Come up here and lemme see those jugs.” Daniel said, motioning his hand.

Both girls giggled as they rose up and sat on the arms of the chair, allowing Daniel to pull down their tops and suck on their breasts. He moved from breasts to breast, not staying on one for more than a minute or so. Holly and Trina moaned almost immediately and in mere minutes were extremely wet. Holly's was especially noticeable since her juices were seeping through to her shorts. After about 10 minutes of foreplay, he couldn't handle any more. He had Trina move down and grind herself on his leg as Holly stripped completely and happily took out his cock, putting it in her mouth for a few minutes to get it nice and hard, then guiding it into her pussy. The former Senator rode her master as hard as she could, determined to bring him as much pleasure as possible.

“By the way, Christine has been a wonderful maid at my house,” Daniel piped in in between suckling on Holly's breasts, “Junior, Illiana, and Theresa have really taught her her place in the new world. She even happily served both Scott and Mitchell quite eagerly. She's even teaching my youngest Brendan how to be a real sex god. And lemme tell you, I know first-hand how crazy she can be in bed!”

Hearing that her daughter was a slave to her former enemies would have angered Holly a decade ago, but after constantly being used and abused in this prison, cut off from the outside world, all she could do was giggle.

“Thank you for protecting my daughter, master! I'm so glad you taught both of us our places. I'm happy she is serving you well. And I'm happy you defeated me all those years ago. The world is a MUCH better place with you in charge! I would have been a terrible President!” Holly exclaimed in the middle of another orgasm.

“Well, you are a woman. And we know women just aren't suited to be in charge, don't we? I mean, a woman President? How idiotic is that?” Daniel laughed.

“Extremely stupid, just like I was back then. Thankfully, you've shown me the way!” Holly said, giving Daniel a deep kiss. Trina had stopped grinding herself on his leg and has since moved underneath Holly, kissing and sucking her master's balls as Holly's ass bounces into her eyes over and over again.

As that was going on, Brenda and Axanna had crawled over to Vladik. Axanna stood up and went behind the Russian czar and started massaging his shoulders, making sure to jut her breasts out to act as a pillow for the important man. Brenda, meanwhile, had crawled up his crotch and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, and immediately began sucking with all her might.

“It's quite refreshing,” Vladik mused, “To see the symbol of American freedom on her knees sucking the dick of one of America's former enemies. You really are nothing but a shlyukha, aren't you slut?”

Axanna was puzzled, “My Emperor, what is a shlykha?”

“It means whore in your language, though of course you wouldn't know that. Can't expect a woman to be intelligent anymore. Your old slut friends Lydia and Summer at least know that much in my mansion back home.” Vladik said.

“I'm so sorry. Us women really aren't all that good at much, are we? Guess that's why you men took your rightful place again!” Axanna smiled.

“Either way, I'm happy to oblige you, My Emperor,” Brenda said in between slurps, “After all, you basically run America now. If I had known life as a Russian slave would have been this wonderful I would have willingly joined your side long beforehand!”

Vladik grinned evilly as Brenda continued to suck his cock. Yes, he did run the new American Kingdom. Triumph was good at rallying his base, but he's just a puppet. More and more of the world was falling into place. China could still be a thorn, but a partnership instead of outright conquest wasn't a bad choice, either. Didn't really matter. By this time next century, English would join all the other languages as dead while Russian would become the universal language across the world. Everything was going according to plan. Nobody could stop Russia from taking over the world.

Author's note: If any of you feel like writing stories based on the other heroines falling or of the Democrats being forced to serve Republicans or about what's going on in the other countries during this story, go right ahead. I only ask that, since this is supposed to be a dystopia, keep the bad guys winning in the end. Other than that, go wild.