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Ms. Americana/Green Specter: Political Landscape	By : FireDragon400 Category: Comics > Misc - General > Misc - General Views: 9897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Ms. Americana, Green Specter, Flag Girl, & Specter Girl are property of Mr. X & Danger Babe Central. The Democratic and Republican parties are owned by themselves. This is a non-profit story.

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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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