Hillary Clinton watched in vain as her beloved husband Bill betrayed her. There was no way that her greying hair and wrinkles could compete with Monica Lewinsky's hourglass body and supple skin.
"Powerful men deserve young and sexy women, not ugly old hags like you", said Monica in bits and pieces in between the choking sensation of Bill thrusting his cock into her mouth.
And she bit down on his tensed little cock and sucked the red blood oozing from the fleshy wound, she was only vampire after all.
"Your husband won't appreciate you for this", whispered Monica in her purring southern drawl.
"Waitress, more water please", ejaculated Bill Clinton, like he was saving up all his semen in his cock, all his spunk.
Monica sucked it all down, as she let the grey suited man leap and shudder above her. She couldn't control herself, his endless stamina alone made her desperate.
She watched him strip her from the "office clothes", throw her on the table, so he could sink his pudgy hands into every inch of her body. He took immense amount of pleasure watching her struggle in pleasure, as she came four times before he pulled her in half in the missionary position.
Her monstrous screams reverberated through the mansion as she came again and again, faster and faster until she was reduced to a crying, greyed husk.
The door opened and his son in-law stood in wispers, watching as he climaxed another "daddy fuck" session.
"Has everyone made their reservations", he said.
"Yes, Sir. The warehouse for high paying foreign politicians, the airbase for limited access scholars, and we're opening a hotel for kinky brides", replied one of the Umbrella executives.
The Lewinsky's rented the biggest hotel suite rented out the entire length of the penthouse. She taped her mouth open and wore only "office clothes", even making time to insert a needle into her breast to tattoo a small star in between her nipples
"She's a neat little cocktease", thought Bill as he wrapped his prick and her labia with the tape.
"Don't worry too much, husband. You will remain interested for the coming days, weeks, and months", he said.
"Keep it in until you count to ten, then clip it and it grows back. Behold. It's not even an inch in size", he said.
As he is still human, the gray pussy gushed with red blood upon being penetrated, but imagine such a tiny hole.
Imagine it's mouth or the breast at which he bit and sucked every drop of crimson that oozed from her scorched nipples..
"Now you can go and pick them up Mrs. Gergorio. Oh, and Mr. Isakow as well", he said.
O'Malley rode the freight elevator up to the most powerful finance corporations in the world.
"Welcome to the Office of the President", said the receptionist as they entered the elevator.
The presidential suite was lavishly decorated, but less than 30 square feet.
"This isn't the suite that we are paying for", said the Vice President uneasily.
There were numerous wigs and scarves in different colors strewn around the room.
"Would someone care to please try each of them on?", asked the receptionist.
She changed herself first. The 36th President of the United States took off his wig, revealing an embarrassingly shiny bald head.
"Now you", he said.
The female Vice President stripped naked, her lithe figure marred by keloid scars.
"Now you", he said again.
Faces turned up, colored and sized. They tried hundreds of combinations.
"One size fits all", was the one he came in.
It made her look perfect, if you forgot about the few strands of gray strewn in her golden hair.
She is an executive, after all, and can't afford to lower the maintenance to 62.5% or more, lest she lose them to someone else, like the server-side code team.
But Bill knows he will forever mark the vice president's soul when she let him fuck her, whether she wanted to or not.
As her superior physically blackmails her because of all the sensitive data she discovered at his weak point, and abandons her because of his erectile dysfunction, she looks so deep into his soul.
She realizes then that that power fucking her back, had to comes from somewhere.
Somewhere deep beneath the surface.
She agrees to all his conditions and no longer leaks anything from his hard drive, well except this one folder which he labeled: "sensitive_thoughts".
He finds here a TFTP configuration file. He decides to let the thing keep beeping while he fucks his wife with another executive's cock.
He pictures her bare and open, the jaw of her ass wide open, it's purple flesh gently bouncing up and down as his secretary's wet length stretches her welcoming hole
For he's always loved his wife and couldn't imagine a life without her.
He wishes he can be her intruder one more time, indian-finger-fucking her and mutilating her nipples.
Without missing a stroke he dreamed of stripping himself naked and raping the politician his wife had been sleeping with for months now just to feel alive again.
Please don't make me fuck you, I don't want to hurt you, my wife asked him if he would.
Sleeping with Monica, deeply violated him, sick the fucker made him feel, in return as well of course.
"I'll fuck you truthfully", he said, slamming his cock - strangely - onto his wife's throat.
And they did. The executive's cock too big to stretch her hole until it felt heavy and solid, the girth almost breaking her skull by the spasms of the executive.
The stolen Executive's cock was hollow and dark inside, but still pulsing, parting her throat and artery.
He fucked his mouth anus from behind, playing both holes at once, feeling his wife's body resist as he forced all 10 inches of his shaft inside her.
She was invested, so she wouldn't throw up. The fear of being fired, or worse - like staying silent while the Vice President's tireless tongue performed cunnilingus on her – kept her going.
She closed her eyes for a second, just second, as she felt Clinton's now dry snakelike semen leaking out and seeping into her body, bathing her simultaneously in semen and humiliation.
The salty tang was inextricably mixed with the rushing warmth....
...in her mind she's thinking 'My God is she just ate some stranger's cum, didn't she?'
Agnes wiped her mouth clean of anything sauce like, and sat at the edge of the bed.
"What will they do to me now", she asked, trembling.
"Monica and her secret service team will be here some time tomorrow. They will be taking you to a private bay, you'll understand that you don't want to know what actually happens there. You won't suffer from it", the gray haired man in uniform said.
"I think will leave you to your thoughts if you're ready, Madam".
June looked over the map. Hundreds of rooms in treacherous looking spires rose dark against the starless sky.
The bizarre buildings were made of big slabs of crumbling rock stacked on top of one another randomly.
They opened up at random entrances.
Much of the insides were dark and hidden, designed in what seemed to be an inhospitable fashion.
The labyrinths would have imprisoned an army of goblins as the Archaeans intended.
Agnes took one last breath, to clear her head.
"Are you ready to set upon the quest to deliver the secret plans of a great nation to the rebel forces fighting the fascist Confederate Government?"
"I am ready to die for the greater cause!", said Agnes.
She stood in the center of the hall and looked herself in the eyes in front of a mirror.
But her eyes, she was getting old, Margaret Gergorio would be incensed up by this, she won't have any gray strands on her hair.
She bit down on a jagged nail. She could feel the regression as her vampire DNA started to reassert itself.
Her mind couldn't stay focused. She started seeing things that she wasn't quite sure belonged in her mind she really wanted to see.
The mirror in the hallway started to smoke, then burst into a refraction of millions of rainbows, strangely alien and beautiful.
The floor buckled under her, as the world seemed to warp and amplify the light and sound that she felt right down to her limbs and back when something hard the size of her fist surged into her left eye.
She ceased to worry and suffered the brutal violation as the scene of the world violently twisted around her masturbation.
A million voices screamed in synchronized agony.
Her eyes adjusted and she could see the shadows moving in dance around the room.
Was her mind adjusting to this fucked-up state? The shape and movement looked familiar.
A tentacle. The long shape of said tentacle undulated between her legs. Something was making it stand up straight. Mrs.
Gergorio never tolerated lying around in bed, so she prodded the creature to get it over with and get her off so she wouldn't get caught masturbating again tonight.