The Alaskan Candidate

[Leather102]

She could hardly believe the events of the past few days. Was it a dream? Had it happened? Suddenly, in the middle of the night they had arrived...maybe it was a dream.

Secret Service men, bulging in expensive suits, explaining they would be her protection and that the candidate would arrive soon. More Secret Service men and then the candidate.

He had taken her into a room alone and asked her if she wanted to be the Vice-President. She had breathed a “yesss”. He explained she would learn at the feet of a master. She breathed “Yessss”. He told her to kneel at those feet and she did, hair still tousled, in fact, wearing pajamas and a bathrobe, it had all been so sudden.

And then she had opened his pants, pulled out his cock, and licked and stroked and sucked it until it got hard and she could pump it with her hand and- migod, was he using Viagra?- it got big and hard, almost too big for her mouth, and then she had to swallow all of it, so there wouldn’t be any stains, and keep sucking and licking and coaxing until it had gotten small enough to fit in his pants without a bulge...

It must have been a dream, some twisted Freudian comment on her thoughts about being a governor married to a moose hunter....

The limo to the chopper, the chopper to the charter jet...this was all stuff she’d done before. Her wardrobe would follow, they’d said, so she wore a simple blue suit. After takeoff she was introduced to the campaign manager who said he would have to debrief her, “if you really want this job”.

In the small stateroom they entered alone there was a computer monitor installed as an illuminated desk top. He flicked a switch and a map appeared on the screen and he told her to bend over and look at the map, saying there were things she needed to know, “if you really want this job”. The map was confusing and he stood behind her pointing at places, pressing his crotch against her butt. She tried to turn in the small stateroom of the plane and exclaimed “Hey!” and pushed back so she wouldn’t actually fall on the desk top and then...

He pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties to one side and the head of his cock was pressing between her legs seeking her pussy and he said “Look particularly at this...” and forced her to bend over sharply and thrust his cock into her pussylips with short hard strokes as his metronome voice continued about counties and demographics and she wondered desperately if she’d brought a pantyliner that could contain the drippings...grunting sharply as he pounded quickly to a climax and warmly spurted in her.

Thank god she was on the pill!

And then he’d told her she would have ‘handlers’ (my god, she wondered, what would they handle?) and so “you won’t need to worry your pretty little head” about “all of this”. He stroked her cheek as he said that, as though he knew already, and she wondered again if this was some Freudian concoct of her unconscious mind....surely Washington DC couldn’t be a mad swirl of oversexed men and libidinous power? Oh, wait- that was just the way she’d described it every time she campaigned for office...

Then the landing of the plane and the crowds of staffers at the limos and the Secret Service men around her as the party went to a hotel where they’d rented three floors. It was only one in the afternoon (Alaskan time!) but she desperately needed a nap before her evening appearance before the press- and her suit was wrinkled. A female staffer found her some pajamas and she fell asleep with the secret service men outside her door.

And then she awoke with a hand over her mouth pulling her head back. She had been rolled on her belly and her pajama bottoms pulled down and someone was kneeling over her and OONNHH OONNHH ONNNHH her muffled “NO!”s were just grunts for help through the massive hand pulling her head back as he forced his cock into her butt with sharp pushes until he had it in and could just make it harder with longer pushes and her anus opened to him and he could thrust all the way in and out as though he were fucking her cunt....o god why wouldn’t he cum and just leave her alone...where were her guards, her protecters, how could this happen?....

His hand was squeezing her breasts, forcing his fingers into her cunt, holding her crotch steady against his thrusts, not for her pleasure but for his, the pleasure of owning her body, of knowing what it would feel like to grab her breasts or feel her crotch as she stood before the glare of the television cameras...and then he came and she felt the warmth inside of her again...

“We’re a Band of Brothers,” he said, whispering in her ear with his hand still holding her mouth, “and whatever you do to us in public you will get back in private...”

He put his shoulder holster back on and his suitcoat. “Remember,” he said, “what happens in DC, stays in DC. You may be running with the big dogs, but you’re still a bitch.”

She just lay as he had left her, on her belly, pajamas still pulled down, a sheet pulled halfway up her back. Her bottom throbbed as though his cock still plunged in and out. Would the other one come in if she fell asleep again?

What did it matter? It wouldn’t be any worse than the time the football players caught her alone in the locker room. Her pain mixed with the memory of being head cheerleader after that rape. She imagined the cheering crowd lusting as she leaped and spread her legs....and payback time, when only the girls who did what she said got to cheerlead with her...being Mayor and firing EVERYONE goddammit, because she could....no, it couldn’t have happened, her aching hips and bottom were from sitting so long on the plane...nobody knew a thing.....plausible deniability....Well-dressed and firm in public...and in private....the campaign fucktoy.

[Uncle Al]

LOL, do you say her:



Good tale.

[Deep_South_Sadist]

Quite excellent!!

[flix]

great story

[Pan77]

Well done Leather. Nice tale

[dulganhawak]

Awesome job with such an interesting background

[The Molester]

She is the hottest insane fascist ever! I would love to see her raped for real!

[timebound]

Wow. Not only is this hot, but it's quite entertaining as well (kudos to you for using current events to your storytelling advangate!).

Though...the idea of him doing that... *shudder*

Now, you should write that Cheerleader scene.

[fisch]

very good

[Jennevieve]

.... oh god
McCain's dick
... I ... I am scarred for life

[addon]

haha go obama~

[Rambo1957]

great story

[Almeida]

thanx

[deputyduffy]

wow that didn't take long.

[butsch]

http://rapidshare.com/files/125902367/Angelica.wmv.001

[Almeida]

Thank you very much.

[jwham]

http://www.rapeboard.com/attachment....1&d=1227191098
http://www.rapeboard.com/attachment....1&d=1227191140

[justmetoo]

Good pictures even if they are fake. And outstanding story too.

Good stuff, even though I voted for her, I would love to have raped her!

[ard123]

It is not cool to use real people..even as a fantasy..unless they agree to it.