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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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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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Ms. Americana/Green Specter: Political Landscape