You’ve heard about it in the news once and not after because the White House’s inside team will make sure nothing about it is leaked out to the press. This is one of the many dirty secrets that have never been allowed to leave the ‘Führerbunker’…until now. Guest-starring perverted middle-aged politicians from the Trump Administration.
“Here is another one for you,” the man said pushing the young girl into the White House bunker.
“Another traitor from the street, totally useless, but will bring us something.”
“Maybe,” said the woman.
“She is very young.”
“The younger the better,” said the woman with a smile.
“Shame she isn’t a virgin, madam. Our clients like virgins too.” The woman by the name of Marsha Blackburn looked the girl over. She was young, in her twenties, with small well-formed breasts, blonde shoulder-length hair, and a skinny body. She was dressed in a short burgundy party dress of mid-thigh length with sand-colored stockings and cordovan heels.
“What’s your name?” asked the woman.
“Tomi Lahren,” the girl answered.
“Well Tomi Lahren, you belong to us now. Our organization has use for you and your natural talents of pleasing men. You are here to entertain very important people who pay very good money for what we sell them.”
“We will be making a movie with you Tomi,” Josh Hawley said placing his hands on the girl’s shoulders.
“You will do exactly as you are told. If you refuse we will kill you understand?”
“Yes,” Tomi answered softly.
“Just don’t hurt me.”
“We won’t if you cooperate,” Marsha said taking off her sunglasses.
“Now get undressed and let us take a look at you.” Tomi refused to comply but Marsha gave her a couple of hard slaps which knocked her back against and bloodied her nose. She then realized the futility of her situation and leaned forward and began to remove her dress and underwear. The two men looked at her with lust. Nice,” Marsha said as she walked up to her and stroked her face.
“Very nice..” Tomi felt her explore her breasts and closed her eyes as another pair of hands slid between her legs, gently grubbing her most sacred place.
“Ahh,” she moaned softly.
“Aaaah..”
“Wonderful,” said Marsha.
“Get the camera ready Josh.” Tomi was brought into the large room, in the middle of which lay a wide mattress and several pillows. There was also a camera mounted on the tripod, a low table with various lengths of rope, and five senators.
“We must tie your hands now,” Josh said to Tomi. The young girl nodded and waited as Josh tied her hands behind her back securely with nylon rope.
“Now let’s begin,” he said turning on the camera. Marsha gave a nod to Rand Paul, who approached Tomi and told her to get on her knees. He removed his undershorts and the girl gasped as his glistening hard member stared right in her face. She felt a strong hand take hold of her hair and pull her toward the member. Tomi felt his flesh press against her lips, instinctively realizing what he wanted her to do. She opened her mouth and felt him slide inside.
“Suck him,” Marsha said. Tomi obeyed, and soon felt the man pulling her head up and down his shaft, wincing as something warm and thick began to fill her mouth.
“Swallow it,” Marsha told her.
“Do it now.” Tomi began to drink, feeling more of the liquid being pumped into her mouth.
Another five-strong burst and the man withdrew with a satisfied groan. Tomi rolled the man’s seed in her mouth with her tongue and looked at Marsha.
“Show me,” Marsha said. Tomi opened her mouth, revealing her pink tongue thickly coated with male sperm.
“Tastes good?” Marsha asked.
“Salty,” Tomi said after swallowing.
“That’s what you were born to do,” Marsha said with a smile.
“Now lay on the mattress and spread your legs. Tonight you will become a woman.” Tommy Tuberville penetrated her, causing her to moan loudly, then Marco Rubio lowered himself over Tomi’s face, pushing himself in her mouth. Tomi gagged, then felt his engorged flesh enter her throat after she learned to pull her head backward to accommodate his length. Her throat bulged, and she moaned as Tommy continued to thrust himself inside her.
“Ah…ah….ah, mmmfhgff…” moaned Tomi, feeling Tommy shudder and growl deeply, his hot seed spurting in her belly like a hot jet stream. Marco pulled out of her mouth and she felt hot sticky droplets fall over her face.
“Magnificent,” Marsha said clapping her hands.
“You definitely know how to please the men. Now Tomi, it’s time for the final scene of the movie.
“We decided to call it the Final Night in your honor.” He gestured for Marco and Tommy who took hold of Tomi and escorted her into another room, which had bare walls showerheads, and drainage holes. It also had metal hooks on the ceiling, and each hook had a noose attached to them. Josh and Rand brought the camera inside.
“Some of our clients like hangings,” Marsha explained.
The executioners marched the woman to the next tree.
“Mass hangings of young girls are very popular, but they are very expensive. He turned to Marco and Tommy, who forced Tomi to her knees. Rand Paul put on a pair of leather gloves and produced a length of thin cord. She refuses to bend over and place her head into the stock. Tomi lowered her head, realizing what was about to happen.
Marsha said, “Get her onto the stool quickly before she collapses” the fear of her impending death nearly caused the woman to collapse, she had to be manhandled onto the stool provided for the occasion. Marsha curved her lips suspiciously, but then smiled and told Rand to bring a belt from the changing-room. When he returned, Tommy, who was holding the sobbing girl firmly by the shoulders, took the belt, and quickly tied the woman’s hands behind her back with the comment” You will enjoy the view from up there” The woman had placed around her neck until she stood on tiptoe. The woman was already gasping desperately for air; her nipples on her breasts were now showing how hard they were as a result of her fear. One of the old hands gave an expert opinion, “She will piss herself straight away and last 20 minutes, I also reckon she will shit herself”.
Marco took the other belt and tied it to the grate; then he told Tommy to lift up Tomi a little and entangled the belt over her neck.
With no further ado, but with a wicked smile on his face, the right-hand guard reached out the free end of the rope and drew it taking away the slack; as he tried to slip the thin rope over her head, Tomi began to struggle. She didn’t scream or say anything, but simply tried to pull her head back and forth, trying to avoid the noose falling down around her neck. One of the men, who had met this tactic before, reached up and grabbed Tomi’s hair and pulled her head back sharply. Marsha approached her and gave her a couple of hard slaps in cold blood across the face. Tears rolled from her eyes as Very slowly, King gasps as the right-hand guard expertly pulled the noose around her head, until it slipped gracefully around her soft, slim, graceful neck. She cried, “Oh God, please no, please don’t do this…please, no.”
She is sobbing softly now, her shoulders shaking visibly. A little stream of blood ran down from her nose, while Marco. went back to his wooden bench the hangman took a lifetime placing the noose on her trembling form.
Now Tomi was shaking so much that the noose was bouncing. Marsha nodded to Rand, who walked over to the woman and kicked the stool from under her feet, strangling the girl slowly, trying to make her death a memorable experience. She felt the rope go taut around her neck, felt the sudden pain and the choking sensation, and suddenly was unable to breathe. Tomi’s mouth opened, even as her feet waved back and forth searching for the ground. She didn’t care anymore, didn’t care how erotic she looked, didn’t care that her nipples were fully erect and that the straining pulled the fabric even tighter across her bosom. She just needed to breathe. The woman swung there for a few seconds and then the rope took effect, she started kicking and jerking as her body swung round and round in ever frantic circles, searching for the ground. Then she began to turn her body, twisting her shoulders from side to side whiles she kicked. After about five minutes the tongue of the hanged woman was forced out of her mouth, she then bit her tongue. Tomi brought her knees up to her chest and kicked down hard. She repeated this over and over. jerked, gargled, wheezed, and thrashed from side to side, her face turning blue, then purple. Slowly the kicks settled down And as she died, Rand and Tom jerked off in her face, coating her features with their seed one more time. Tomi began to piss, causing a long stream of urine to fall across the stone floor into the drainage holes. When finally, all movement of the girl’s sexy body ceased until she was slowly turning in the breeze. Marco removed the cord from her neck and pulled her head back to show his boss a deep purple bruise from the garrote cord on the girl’s slender neck. Her beautiful brown eyes were fixed in a death stare, her tongue seemed swollen and heavy, and her lips cold and immobile.
Tomi felt her face redden and the blood pounding in her ears.
“Good work,” Marsha said, looking between the girl’s legs.
“She is still pissing. Must have had a lot to drink.” Her colleagues laughed and waited until Tomi’s bladder was empty.
“Now let’s clean her up,” Marsha said to them.
“I have got rich chink, Miles Kwok who wants to do her after death. Make sure you take care of the body after he finishes with her.” The men nodded and washed the Tomi’s body as their boss requested. Steve arrived exactly on schedule and gave Marsha a brown envelope full of cash, before proceeding to the room where Tomi’s dead body awaited him.
“A work of art,” Miles said as he kissed the girl’s dead lips. One week later, four Antifa girls were hanged by the neck in the bunker. Life went on with all its misery and unpredictability of the human condition. Who said life is fair? But then again, fairness is a matter of purely individual opinion.