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As far back as Kalisha could remember, October had been a month of mild-to-warm weather, but it had gotten even hotter as the years went by. Even though the sunset was well underway, the temperature was still over 60 degrees. That was certainly a relief for Kalisha, given her attire.

It had been over a year since she'd finished her undergraduate degree, but she remembered the university campus like the back of her hand. The paved paths wound like snakes between a mix of old and new buildings, but Kalisha didn't take a single wrong turn. It proved a handy shortcut to get back to her apartment, even though she was irked by the catcalls drunken students made as she hurried past.

It was her fault, really. She had lingered too long at the Halloween party with her friends. They'd had a blast getting dressed up, getting high, and enjoying their anonymity. Kalisha had especially appreciated the latter. She had just endured the longest three weeks of her life, and she needed a breather from all the politicking and campaigning.

The shiny Batwoman costume clung to her shapely body as she hurried along. Her black cape swished and flapped against her as she walked. She'd modelled her dark brown curls around Javicia Leslie's look on the show which she'd loved so much. The black and red of the costume seemed to elevate the dark brown shade of her skin.

She was still feeling the effects of the weed gummies as she walked along, relieved that she wasn't the only cosplayer walking through the campus. Others had worn more revealing costumes, so she managed to elude most of the attention. It didn't hurt that she was taller than average and had spent her teenage years learning martial arts; she reckoned she could take care of herself against anyone.

Her mom had suggested she move back into the family home while she was helping with the campaign, but Kalisha had finally moved out six months before and she was not going to give up that sense of independence. She could understand why her mom asked, though; the upcoming election was not going to be an easy one for Annelies Tillens.

By all accounts, it should have been a slam dunk; this was normally a blue seat. The problem was that the latest Congressman, Claude Waggoner, had chosen to resign after he, a married man, had been outed as a serial cheater who'd slept with three young women on his staff.

Waggoner and Annelies had been good friends, ever since she herself had spent years working with him. In her worst moments during the scandal's outbreak, Kalisha couldn't help but wonder if Annelies had been another one of the women he'd been with, given that her parents had gotten divorced around the time that her mom’s political career kicked off.

Worse than her suspicions, however, was the fact that the scandal had been a godsend for the Republicans. Nobody had wanted to follow him in the next election, so Kalisha’s mother had seized the opportunity to finally win her own seat. Nobody envied her position.

Kalisha hated that it had to be this way. Her mother had spent so long grinding away to break into politics. She’d served as a council member for nearly ten years. Kalisha might not have agreed with Annelies' decision, but she could understand why. When else would she get the chance? Kalisha couldn't say anything except promise that she'd help her mom get elected. So, despite her private resentment, Kalisha had put off law school for another year as she devoted herself to helping her mom get elected.

This had been a much-needed day off from all the fundraising, posters, speeches, events, scheduling, organizing, all of it. For once she didn't have to put on a brave face and speak so positively about her mom's dying campaign. Annelies was too proud and too stubborn to see the truth. No, she was fighting a good fight, and she was being brave. And if she needed another reason why she wanted her mom to win, it was to put Warren Hayes in his place.

She wouldn't have thought he was hard to beat. Warren had been one of the first men to throw his support behind Trump back in 2016, and he’d ridden that populist wave to yet another victory. He’d been a Congressman for the last three terms, with Annelies often running across him whilst she’d assisted the Dems’ attempts to unseat him. According to her, Hayes had once been highly unpopular amongst his fellow GOP congress members. He was too boorish, too bullying, and too blunt, even for them. But he brought in the votes, which was all that mattered. And now, in this new age of politicking, what once might have been his greatest weaknesses were his greatest strengths with voters.

Annelies had plenty of stories about Warren. They had regularly crossed paths ever since she'd become a politician. They had clashed on practically everything, and now that Kalisha was helping out with the campaign, she could understand why Annelies spoke of him with such loathing. Losing to him would surely break her, and Kalisha was determined to help her mom win.

But for now, her main goal was to get back to her apartment before she got too high. She'd foolishly taken another extra gummy and smoked a joint with her girlfriends before she’d left the party, forgetting that she couldn't put her faith in the bus system. Now, after more than forty minutes of waiting at bus stops and storming off after too many car honks, she was finally nearing her home. But to do it she'd had to cut through her old campus, and she was furious about it.

Warren Hayes was a longtime alumnus and supporter of the university. Due to his military record and position as a government official, he had been invited as a guest speaker at several events when Kalisha was a student. She had attended each one and booed him with gusto. Once, during her last year of law school, he had seemed to see her and given a familiar smirk. She had wondered if he'd recognised her.

Now, the university was holding a prestigious charity event, and Warren had been invited as one of the guests of honour. She had no wish to see him, especially while she was dressed the way she was.

The problem was that the gala event was being held in the main hall. It was a huge building which was a ghastly blend of classical and modern architecture. Kalisha made a left turn and tried to walk around the hall, skirting the main entrance to go down the shadowed alley between the main hall and the Smit-Vanger Residence building. She felt that her gait was wobbly, and she was hyper aware of every little sound. Once, she jumped when she saw movement from the corner of her eye, only to realise it was just a squirrel.

Even from outside, Kalisha could hear the crowd in the building. There must be over a thousand people in there, she thought to herself. She wondered how many of them would vote for Warren, to the point that she lost track of where she was walking. Therefore, it was a shock to her when she bumped into someone else.

"Watch it!"

Kalisha gaped; the man had his back turned, but she recognised that voice immediately.

Warren Hayes turned around and stared at her, equally taken aback for a moment. Then he frowned and peered forward. "Jesus, you reek. Good luck with that Visual Arts degree."

Kalisha felt her skin crawl with contempt as she took a half-step backward. Warren Hayes was fifty-eight years old, but he looked ten years younger. He had always been vain about his appearance; he kept himself physically fit and bragged about his training regimen whenever he had the chance. He also bragged about how he'd almost gotten drafted into the NHL as a young man (before his military service, which he’d also bragged about) but Kalisha didn't know if that was true.

"Fuck you, asshole!"

Kalisha cursed herself as soon as she cursed him. She should have just pushed past him and walked away.

No sooner had she spoken than Warren recognised her voice. His eyebrows shot upwards and he gave a burst of laughter.

"Are you serious?" He looked her up and down as she folded his arms. "Kalisha Tillens? What the fuck are you doing?"

"It’s Halloween…" Kalisha began to explain, but Warren interrupted her.

"My fucking god, of course you pick that costume of all costumes." He shook his head. "I almost didn't recognise it, to be honest. How long did that show last again?"

"Longer than your career’s gonna last after this election," Kalisha snapped. She was far too hazy to come up with a better retort.

If anything, her insult only amused Warren even more. "Big talk coming from you! How many times is your mom gonna ignore the truth? Nobody wants her!"

Kalisha felt herself getting hot with anger beneath her costume. The pot in her system was amplifying her senses, as well as making her brain go haywire at the worst time.

"You have no idea what you're talking about!" She folded her arms, refusing to walk away without getting the last word.

"Says the grown-ass woman in a woke costume," Warren retorted. "What's this supposed to accomplish? This is the dumbest ambush I've ever seen! I'd have actually respected you more if you tried to kick my ass instead!"

She felt herself growing more flushed than ever. She wanted to put him down with some kind of insult, but she couldn’t put the right words together.

"I'm not here for you," Kalisha countered angrily. "I wouldn't be hiding out in a costume for that!"

"Oh no," Warren retorted after another contemptuous snort. "No, you'd just come in and try to boo me to death!" He smirked broadly at her as she couldn't help but gape in surprise. "You really thought I wouldn't notice you? Did you really pay money just to boo at me? Who do you think was that helping?"

Kalisha's jaw clenched. It was true that she'd paid money for the privilege of seeing him speak. She'd done it to sabotage him, to challenge him, to destroy his notion of an echo chamber. That's what she'd told her friends, anyway. It had seemed like the best explanation for such a rash action.

"I stand by it," Kalisha declared, but that only made Warren laugh again. "What are you doing out here anyway? Your event ended this fast?"

"Nice try, sweetheart," Warren taunted. "See, unlike your mother, I don't go around making everything about me."

Finally, Kalisha had a reason to laugh. She doubled over, wheezing from the effort as she held her sides.

"That pot just kick in, huh?" Warren seemed utterly unfazed that she was mocking his hypocrisy. If anything, he seemed to be smiling harder.

It was then that she realised her costume had slipped, and she was showing some of her considerable cleavage as she bent over. All her amusement vanished as she straightened up, pulling her costume back in place.

"Fucking pervert," she accused. A part of her realised she could use this against him later on. Maybe Annelies could use that as an anecdote in an upcoming debate.

"Oh now who's the hypocrite, huh?" Warren leaned against the building with utter carelessness. Kalisha was suddenly reminded of a teacher she'd crushed on back in high school.

She had always had a thing for older guys. Boys her age were much too immature. They made jokes which enraged her, they acted like victims when she called out their privilege, they spread stories about her. The problem with the latter was that the worst story had been true.

Back when she’d been on the volleyball team, she had slept with her high school coach. He'd helped secure her a scholarship, and he'd always been an encouraging mentor. It had made sense that she'd developed feelings for him. It had also made sense to indulge in what she wanted; why should she be bound by the patriarchy's demand for modesty and virtue? It had been an act of defiance to have sex with her coach, to let him take her from behind in the locker room before the others showed up.

Now she stood before a man who, if he hadn't ever spoken to her before, and if she'd never known about his political views, she would have gladly followed to his bed, and shown him just how liberated she was. It had made her resentment of Warren all the more infuriating.

"What's wrong, slut?" Warren taunted. "Is that a bad word now? Or is it just a one-way thing for your own ego? You get to flounce around in that costume, but we're the pigs if we appreciate the view?"

"I can wear whatever I want," Kalisha snapped.

Warren pretended to think as he scratched his chin. "What was that your mother once said? ‘Freedom of expression' doesn't mean 'freedom of consequences'?"

Kalisha had no retort for that; Annelies had indeed said it in regards to a hate speech incident. The offender had tried to claim freedom of expression as he'd walked around wearing a shirt with an insensitive joke on it. The fact that Warren was now using it against Kalisha was galling. He wasn't quite as idiotic as Annelies claimed.

"What's the matter, Kalisha?" Warren asked as the sky above them darkened into a dark red. It was a sweet spot in time where the outside building lights hadn't yet gone on, but the shadows were at their longest. Kalisha had to squint to see his face as he leaned against a corner of the building, hidden from sight from anyone looking into the alley.

"Nothing," Kalisha muttered resentfully.

"Aw, you're sad the debate didn't go your way?" Warren snorted with contempt. "Cry me a river. At least I don't posture around like you and your mom acting like my shit doesn't stink. And I also live by my own code, I'm not embarrassed by it!"

"I'm not embarrassed!" Kalisha had to stop herself from shouting; the last thing she wanted was for anyone else in that building to see her. Just the thought of the others coming out and joining Warren in ridiculing her... "I've been part of ten Slut Walks! I'm not ashamed of my desires!"

"Oh yeah?" Warren laughed. "You wanna claim you're such a feminist? You wanna be a proud slut? Prove it right now!" He moved his legs further apart; that was all he did, but he didn't need to convey himself any clearer than that.

And Kalisha, much to her own astonishment, didn't walk away. She didn't start screaming at him for daring to talk to her like that with such a vulgar demand.

Instead, she knelt down and began to undo his belt buckle with a furious haste. She didn't know if it was the weed, her own mix of emotions, or the sheer confidence which radiated from his very being. But something made her kneel down in the narrow alleyway to prove herself to his challenge.

His cock was already straightening and growing when she put her hands on it. She only paused for a moment before leaning forward and pushing as much of his shaft in her mouth. She glared defiantly up at him as he grinned wolfishly down at her.

"Look at that," he observed in a lower voice. "You sure showed me."

"MMMMM" Kalisha knew that it had been a doomed enterprise. He could claim a victory either way. She saw that now as she sucked him off. Her shame and fury were such that she almost stopped and got up. When her movement slackened, though, Warren grabbed two handfuls of her hair. He pulled her back and forth with more enthusiasm, even spitting on her face to prompt more growls and grunts.

"What a fucking bimbo bitch," he gasped, thrusting his hips forward to push himself deeper into her mouth. "You really are too stupid to see this is what you wanted all along."

Kalisha truly hated him in that moment. She hated him more than she'd ever hated anyone in her life. More than the father who hadn't hesitated to cut off contact with her after the messy divorce. More than the boy who'd shared a naughty selfie of hers across the internet when she broke up with him. She hated him because he'd run roughshod over her points, made her feel stupid, triggered her at every turn, and who'd talked her into sucking him off while he was living it up with his country club buddies. And the worst part was that he was right about her. She was turned on, whether she liked it or not.

She continued to suck him off, gripping his muscular legs with both hands for balance. His musk was especially pungent, and she wondered when had been the last time he'd washed himself. She felt his spittle sliding down her face and trickling down beneath her costume. She felt her costume clinging to her body as she began sweating faster than before.

"Maybe if Batwoman did more of this, she'd have kept her fucking show on the air," he growled, no longer smiling. His thrusts became faster, and Kalisha felt herself growing more excited in anticipation. “Hey, did Kamala teach you this technique?”

There was something truly thrilling about this, much as she didn't want to admit it out loud.

Sometimes, after she'd heard him give one of his hateful speeches, she had invented naughty fantasies about him and her, but never dared admit it to anyone, even herself. Now it was happening, and her eyes widened as the first rope of warm cum shot down her throat.

She broke away, coughing in surprise, even as another rope hit her cheek. Blinking rapidly, she still managed to see him grab his shaft and jerk himself off to finish the job. She spluttered as more cum landed on her skin, on her costume, and into her hair.

"F-fuck," she gasped once she'd cleared her throat. "It's gonna take me fucking hours to..." She didn't finish that thought aloud; his laugh was bad enough as it was.

"You're skipping a step, slut," Warren reminded her. "Enjoy walking back home through the city first!"

Kalisha sprang back to her feet, but she was rooted to the spot. She hadn't thought of that, and now she panicked at the thought of strangers seeing her stained with cum.

"Tell you what," Warren continued. "How about I drive you back home?"

Kalisha felt disgusted with him and with herself, but she'd gone too far to turn back now. She was sweating and breathing heavily, not just from her efforts either.

"Yours or mine?"

Warren raised an appreciative eyebrow. "Guess you're a slut after all." He took her shoulder, spun her around, then lifted up her cape with one hand even as his other hand slapped her on the ass. She squealed, first out of surprise, then out of indignity.

Laughter answered her cry, but not from Warren. She turned to see a couple of college students staring at her, pulling out phones. They couldn't see Warren, as he was still standing in a corner where the building jutted forward into the alley. But they could see her standing stupid, slack-jawed and drooling, silvery cum standing out against her black costume and brown skin. She squealed again as Warren, standing out of sight, reached down and pinched her ass. They laughed harder.

"Probably easier if you come with me, right? Meet me around the building. I'll pick you up in a bit."

Kalisha knew he was right. She turned away from the college boys and hurried down the alley. Warren slipped back through the side door from which he'd stepped out.

Kalisha hadn't questioned his orders, so desperate was she to get out of sight. Then she bumped smack into three college girls leaving the building. They stared at her with revulsion and contempt as she stumbled away from them.

She retreated into the densely packed parking lot instead, crouching between cars as she tried to avoid being seen by more people. She was fuming, half from embarrassment and half from confusion at her own feelings.

Time seemed to last an eternity. People came into the parking lot and started driving away. Kalisha had to make a run for some bushes on the far end of the lot, bumping into cars as she did so. One car's alarm was triggered, terrifying her with its piercing noise.

Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice her as she crouched in the bushes, keeping as quiet as possible. Several times, she thought of biting the bullet and going home, ignoring Warren and leaving it at that. But something made her stay, growing more and more agitated as he took his sweet time leaving.

Finally, she saw him emerge, grinning as he strolled around, looking for her. With a sigh, she stood up and gave a small wave when he was nearby.

"Atta girl," he joked, reaching out and patting her head. She instantly regretted waiting for him, but she'd gone too far to stop now.

Warren led her to his car and got in on the driver's side. Even though she kept her eyes from him, his smug triumph radiated throughout the car.

"So when did you realise you wanted me, huh?" Warren suddenly reached out and gave one of her breasts a good squeeze over her costume when she didn't answer. "Come on, when was it?"

Kalisha gave a frustrated sigh through gritted teeth. "Sophomore year. You came to give one of your speeches."

"Yeah?" Warren squeezed her harder when she didn't push him away. "What was it, then? Something I said?"

Kalisha grunted as she gave a shrug. "I don't know anymore. But I fucking hated it. I still do."

"You didn't have to wait for me like a desperate booty call. You definitely didn't have to get in the car," Warren taunted. He honked the horn at a careless driver, making Kalisha jump.

"Don't do that!" She glared at him. "You want people to see me?"

"There's one way you can hide, if you're that worried," Warren observed. "But I dunno, maybe you'd hate yourself a bit too much, right? Can't let mommy down, huh?"

Kalisha felt an urge to punch him, but instead she bent over him and undid his fly again, putting his cock in her mouth and coaxing it back to life as he continued to drive.

"You lefties are all the same," Warren groaned, no longer laughing. "All that overcompensating to hide from the plain simple truth. You want a man to put you in your goddamn place. Now give those big lips a workout, slut."

Kalisha gave an indignant squeal at that last comment, but she didn't stop what she was doing. Even when she realised that he was simply driving around to prolong this blowjob. Time lost meaning to her as she continued, until finally his cock slowly became erect again.

"Tell me," he groaned in a hoarser voice, "is it because I'm a Republican, because I'm white, or because you wish you still had a daddy?"

He'd always been like this, as far back as she could remember, and it never failed to trigger her. Kalisha felt an urge to bite his cock in two, but it was a feeble fantasy; in reality, his barbs only made her suck him harder, even as her slurps only deprived her of what little dignity she might have kept.

"Watch out," he called, even as his car went over a bump. She yanked herself upright, gasping for breath as a stream of saliva dribbled down her front and into her cleavage. As she sat up, eyes and mouth open as she gasped for breath, she saw an astonished white guy staring at her from the car beside Warren's. His surprise quickly gave way to a laughter before Warren sped off. 

"Fuck you," she gasped, feeling mortified. But all that did was cause him to smirk.

It was then that he turned his car into the parking lot of a cheap motel where the downtown petered out into suburbs. With a jolt, Kalisha realised that she recognised the motel. Her mom lived only fifteen minutes away. For all she knew, Annelies was going to drive past and see her sitting with the man she loathed most. A man who was campaigning to take her seat just when she finally had a chance to serve in office.

"Shy?" Warren grinned as he re-zipped his pants. "Better go inside quick, right?"

Kalisha shook her head. "You can't be serious, I can't be here looking like this, going in there with you!"

"Oh yeah?" Warren laughed. "What if I just tell your mother what we did?"

Kalisha froze with fear, until she realised the truth. "She'll never believe you!"

Warren gave her a look of mock admiration. "Not as dumb as you look!" He waved a hand, as if dismissing all the drama which he'd introduced. "Nah. I'm not gonna make you do it."

Kalisha frowned. "And why not?"

"Because I know I don't have to force you," he observed. "And the last fucking thing I’m gonna do is give you another reason to feel like a victim. God knows you people love to wave your deck of cards around as it is. Well, none of that now. You can go home if you want, the bus stop's right over there. Just make sure to wipe your chin and make sure they don't smell your breath." He winked as he got out of the car and walked inside to book himself a room.

Kalisha watched him go, marvelling at what was going on. She was half convinced that she was in a dream rather than living reality. Then she noticed a couple of teens lounging by the parking lot were ogling her.

With one final jolt of embarrassment, Kalisha got out of the car. But rather than walk over to the bus stop, she hurried in through the main entrance of the motel.

Warren glanced up when she walked in and gave her an "I told you so" smile which almost made her storm back outside again. But she had made her choice, and she didn't want to back down now.

Truthfully, she was tired of being the best daughter anyone could ask for. She was weary of fighting a losing battle to make someone else's dream come true. And from what she'd seen of the political system, she was losing faith in anyone's idealism surviving the machinery. This was a chance to rebel like she'd never done before, and she felt herself getting aroused at the thought of what was happening. She could taste Warren on her tongue, she could feel how warm she was under her costume, and she blushed at the sneer that the guy behind the counter gave her before she followed Warren to their room.

As they walked, Warren slipped his arm between her back and her cape before sliding his hand down to grab her ass once again. As he rested his fingers against her costumed rear, he asked another question. "So, who was your last hate-fuck?"

"Last year," Kalisha admitted. It had been the final year of her undergraduate.

"And who was he?"

Kalisha was unable to stop herself confessing this secret. "He was in one of my history classes. Vietnam War and Counterculture."

Warren snorted and shook his head. "Fucking typical," he laughed. "I wish I could have taught that class. How many other blacktivists were in that class with you?"

Kalisha didn't answer, mostly because she was too busy ducking behind Warren to avoid being seen by another guest down the hall.

"Let me guess," Warren suggested as he began to unlock the front door. "He was the one white guy in the class who challenged your liberal professor?"

Kalisha was inwardly stunned at how accurate that description was. She thought back to the furious arguments she would have with Clay during lectures on the 60s and 70s, especially when he disparaged the Black Panthers as terrorists. She hadn't been the only one to speak out against him, but she didn't doubt that she'd been the only one to let him fuck her after they left the class. 

Warren pushed her against the wall. As she squeaked in surprise, she felt his strong fingers find where her costume was connected, and work on undoing it. "Well?" Warren spoke again, gloating at the look on her face. "Was I right?"

Kalisha could only nod bitterly. 

"Smart kid," Warren approved. "So, you got jealous that he was being the better rebel?" 

Kalisha blushed. Not only because of the answer, but also because he had pulled her costume apart while she stood there in an utter daze. Her body was sleek with sweat, her bust heaving up and down with every breath. Only her mask remained. Besides that, she was standing in front of him with just an old t-shirt, socks, and underwear on.

Warren slowly undressed himself in front of her. He'd worn his suit with such elegance, but given his nature, she might have expected him to tear his clothes off like a werewolf. His movements were fast, but they were measured, as if this process had been rehearsed.

"How many people have you hate-fucked like this?" Kalisha didn't know if she wanted to be the first time or the last of a hundred. Either one felt mortifying.

Warren didn't answer her. He simply stripped down while he stood close enough to breathe on her. They were of a similar height, but they both knew who was in charge.

A firm hand guided one of Kalisha's to the cock between Warren's legs. It was erect and slowly pulsing. Kalisha's breathing grew faster as she closed her hands around it and began to stroke.

It was then that Warren grabbed her t-shirt with both hands and gave a hard tug. After three more of those, a tear appeared in the middle, much to Kalisha's surprise. She stared wide-eyed as he tore her t-shirt to pieces and casually undid her bra so that it slid to the floor.

Her heavy brown breasts, topped with long black nipples, slowly began to swing as Kalisha gripped Warren's cock and jerked faster. She cried out in surprise as both his hands grabbed her breasts and dug his fingers deep.

"Take off your panties, slut."

Without ceasing her handjob, she obeyed. She felt herself getting wetter as he explored her body with his hands, pinning her against the wall. After a moment, he pushed her hand away, spun her around, and positioned himself so that his cock plunged between her pussy lips.

Kalisha cried out again as she was pressed against the wall. His cock entered her, filled her, and probed further still as he began to thrust his hips. His breathing was as fast as hers, but louder and raspier. She cried out again and again as he fucked her. Once again, she found herself questioning the reality of what was happening. She had to remind herself that this was the same man whom she'd spent the last five years of her life hating with a passion, sharing her mother's loathing for him. The fact that he was more than twice her age only made the whole thing more sordid.

She did not know how long they were there, but it ended as abruptly as it began. His stiff cock slipped out of her and his hand gave her boob such a slap that she squealed at the top of her lungs.

"Good," Warren gasped. "Let them know what a dirty skank you are." He grabbed her and pushed her towards the window, even as he yanked the curtain aside. "Now let’s give them a show."

With that, he began to fuck her again, even as she stared in shock at the sight in front of her.

It was night-time, and the scattered streetlights cast an orange glow, contrasting with the black shadows which swallowed everything between the gaps of light. The only other sources of light were the occasional cars zooming past the motel on the expressway nearby. Kalisha couldn't see anyone who was driving those cars, but they could certainly see her. Her naked body was on display, pressed up against the glass like she was in Amsterdam's red light district. Warren was able to hide his face as he fucked her, pressing his weight against hers as she cried out in shock and rage.

"Oh, fuck you!" She wanted to shout those words furiously. But she couldn't stop herself from feeling pulses of pleasure, to the point that her insult died in her throat after the second word. She gave a wordless moan as she heard faint car horns saluting her from a distance.

"Good thing they can't see past that mask," Warren rasped, even as he fucked her harder than ever before, keeping his own face out of sight from the drivers. 

As he resumed drilling her, she wondered who was staring at her as they drove along the expressway, and how long they would hold this image in their heads.

What did those people might think of her, she wondered; this anonymous slut showing herself to the world on Halloween night. It was shocking, mortifying, but also perversely liberating. Her shame and embarrassment were fuelling a shameful passion which existed within herself. She was speeding towards a climax while Warren finished inside of her. His load was an invasion, an infection, a conquest. She felt filthy, she felt used, and she cried out like an animal as her limbs shook and her body pulsed.

They remained there, gasping from the effort, showing off her body to untold numbers of drivers shooting along. Warren even waved to them while hiding his face, prompting yet more car horns.

Finally, Warren yanked the curtain back into place as he stepped away from Kalisha. "Alright, now get out."

"What?" Kalisha gaped in astonishment.

Warren laughed as he walked over to her things and picked them up in one hand. "Yeah, I figure I should discourage any affection between us. Otherwise you might not want to come back for more."

With that, he opened the motel door and threw her clothes and costume out into the hallway.

"What the fuck?" Kalisha gasped as he also threw her purse outside.

"You wanna argue or get dressed?" Warren leaned towards her and slapped her plump breast again, hard enough so they both swung back and forth. Another indignant cry left her lips as she tried to cover her breasts from sight.

"Aw, what a poor put-upon damsel," Warren taunted. With a sudden movement, he reached around and slapped her prominent ass instead. 

Kalisha sprang forward, throwing a hateful look at Warren as she did so. All it got her was one last spank on her ass before the door slammed shut behind her.

Once out in the hall, she found herself whimpering with fear as she frantically tried to get dressed before someone saw her. But the anxiety of her situation, the experience of her publicly exposed tryst, and the lingering effects of marijuana in her system, all caused her actions to be frantic. Several times, her shaking hands dropped one piece of clothing for another, as she tried to think of which article was best to pull on first.

A door opened in front of her, only for her to see a broadly built man staring at her in amazement. "Holy shit!"

Kalisha shrieked as she tried to cover her breasts with both hands, but all she did in her haste was squish them up against her chest. It also meant she couldn't pick up any of her clothes. It also left her shaved puss exposed, as well as revealing what was dripping down from her sloppy labia.

The man grinned as he reached into his pockets for a phone. Before he could take it out, Kalisha had grabbed the bundle of clothes and sprinted down the hallway.

Once out of sight, she began pulling her bottom half of the Batwoman costume back on. She hopped around awkwardly, trying to yank the costume back in place, but her skin was too slippery, and the material too clingy for it to come back on easily.

She heard a door open behind her, giving the occupants of the room a good look at her ass while she was bent forward. The occupant roared with laughter, even as she felt a hand squeeze one of her cheeks. She squealed and sprang up, pulling her pants as far up as she could so she could run away. She wrapped her cape around her to hide her breasts, carried everything else in her arms, and fled the motel without so much as looking at the bemused motel clerk.

She found a dark corner of the parking lot where she finished getting dressed. Her heart was still pounding at what she'd done, what he'd done to her, and the very idea that he expected her to come crawling back for yet more hate-fucking.

But as she stomped over to the bus stop and waited for a ride home to her apartment, Kalisha knew full well that she was going to do exactly that.

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The edibles were still going strong in her system when she made it home. She'd endured sneers, snide jokes, even quick gropes as she'd gone from busy bus to busy bus. Finally, after a hasty retreat while every little sound made her flinch, and she felt dizzy with fury and embarrassment, she made it home, finally back from her hate-fuck with Warren Hayes.

She replayed it over and over in her mind; being pressed up against the cold glass of a motel window, displaying her naked body with only a Batwoman mask on her head to save her from total exposure. She felt equal parts furious and ashamed of her intense orgasm whilst she'd been ravished by a man old enough to be her father. Worse than that, he despised everything about her politics and considered her an inferior species because of them.

The worst part was that she was aroused thinking of it. She wished he'd gone further, that he'd made her feel utterly bereft of self-respect and pride. The feeling hadn't left her while she'd fled back on her literal walk of shame. If anything, much to her disgust, everything had amplified the feeling rather than snuff it out, and she couldn’t blame it on being stoned. She groaned as she recalled the trip back, when she'd been too subdued to fight back when strange men had spanked, pinched, or fondled her. Each one of them had had Warren's smirk, each one had whispered with his voice, each one had greedily looked her up and down as she'd gone past.

Gasping for breath, she flopped down onto her bed before reaching to her nightstand and pulling out her strongest vibrator. She writhed on the bed in the grips of a hazy lust that always accompanied her when she was high. She cursed Warren Hayes, the random men who objectified her on a daily basis, and herself most of all for this paradoxical and hypocritical desire for such negative treatment.

It always happens this way, Kalisha thought after her third orgasm. Warren Hayes wasn't the first man to treat her this way. Hate it though she might, it was too much for her to deny herself for long. This was a new low, though, given who it was. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her body was slick with sweat, and she felt more spent than she'd felt in a long time.

Slowly, she sat up to look at herself in the mirror. She looked as dirty and disheveled as she felt. She couldn't tell if there was more anger or disgust in the look on her face. A fire smouldered in her eyes, and she forgot how long she stared before the phone rang.

She was still high, and instantly frantic at the notion of someone finding out what she'd done. She quickly picked up the phone and tried to sound as normal as possible. "Yeah?"

There was a low voice on the other end. It had always irked her to hear it, but now she shuddered, unable to comprehend the mess of emotions running through her.

"Still thinking about it?"

"Fuck you," she whispered. "How did you get my number?"

Warren laughed. "You don't remember giving it to me? How fucking high are you?"

Kalisha tried to recall when that had been, but her recollection was too hazy.

"By the way," he added smugly, "you forgot your panties in the motel room. Or didn't you notice that either?"

Kalisha blushed deeply, wondering where her panties were now. She wondered what he was going to do with them. The thought that he might show them to her mother filled her with sudden panic.

"You must be used to leaving panties behind if you don't notice. Or is just 'cause you're a stoned bimbo?"

Kalisha made a choked noise, caught between an indignant exclamation and a cry of stupefaction. Forcing herself to calm down, she spoke in a whisper, as if she might be overheard. "What do you want?"

For a moment, she heard nothing. Then, his bemused answer came back in a regular, measured tone. "There's a lot of ways to answer that, Kalisha."

"Don't call me by my name!"

His amusement returned. "No? You don't like that? Too personal, is it? How about Keisha, then? Or Lefawnda?"

"Fuck you!"

"Tell me, is it something in your ideology that leaves you unsatisfied? Or is it something else?"

She knew what he was saying, and she hated it. But beneath her rage, there was awe at his audacity, and - much to her renewed fury - a stirring within her at such taboo topics.

"You gonna blackmail me, then? Is that what this is?"

A short guffaw sounded out. "Jesus Christ, you're paranoid. Do I look like a Clinton to you?"

Kalisha rolled her eyes, forgetting that he couldn’t see her. "Nah, you just sound like you worked at his plantation.”

"Nice try, sweetheart," Warren gloated. "Thing is, I know a lot of guys who would have blackmailed you for the rest of your life and destroyed your reputation anyway after they were done. They’d do it for free, too. Your mama ain’t popular in the old legion. Or the shooting range, for that matter. But see, I ain’t one of those guys. Anyone can force anyone to do anything they want. And I’m a man of principle.”

Kalisha burst out laughing once again. When she finally calmed down, he spoke again.

“Laugh it up, sister. Because you know what’s even better than blackmail? Finding a hot piece of dark meat who hates how much of an Aunt Jemima she is.”

“You are the most disgusting piece of shit I’ve ever met,” Kalisha shouted, earning a thump on her wall from a disgruntled neighbor.

"My best to your mother, by the way," Warren added mockingly. "Tell Ann-the-least that she raised a real queen of hearts."

Kalisha nearly threw her own phone across the room for that comment. Instead, she resigned herself to hanging up abruptly and brooding in bed until she fell asleep.

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Annelies was not happy when Kalisha finally phoned her back the next morning. She only said that she'd gone out to the Halloween party with her friends.

Her mother wasn't content with that explanation. "Did you get high again?"

Kalisha rolled her eyes. "So what if I did? You want to legalise it anyway, right?"

"Don't talk to me about legal. I am in the middle of the campaign! You can't be out of touch like that! I don't care if you were out with friends, I need your help!"

Kalisha resented this lecture, but she bore it silently. She was too ashamed of herself to admit the truth. As angry as Annelies was now, Kalisha didn't want to imagine her reaction to the news that Kalisha had allowed herself to get fucked by the man who threatened everything she'd spent decades working for.

In another political race, the incumbent party might have enjoyed an advantage or two. But the Democrats were still reeling from the scandals they'd gone through with Claude Waggoner.

Kalisha wasted little time getting to her mother's office.

"Hey, Kalisha." It was Azam Hafiz, volunteering for another day on Annelies' campaign.

"Morning," Kalisha said quietly. They'd become friends in university, until he admitted that he had strong feelings for her. They'd been able to grow past the awkwardness, but now he was the last person she wanted to see.

Azam handed her a cup of coffee, just as she always took it. "Are you okay?"

"No," Kalisha admitted. "I didn't sleep well last night."

"Well, whatever it is, it was better than this girl," Azam pointed to his computer screen. "Some woman flashed the expressway at the Millgate last night."

Kalisha almost gasped with shock. It was a small article, and thankfully there was no picture to go along with it, but she still felt her skin break into goosebumps as she stared at the screen, unable to read the letters.

"Crazy, huh?" Azam was oblivious to her mortification as he reread the article. "She was smart enough to wear a mask. Cops want to charge her for indecent exposure."

"Pigs," Kalisha snapped scathingly. "Like they don't have anything better to do?"

Azam shrugged. "I mean, makes sense. Girl was wearing a Batman mask. Can't blame cops for taking down vigilantes." He smirked pompously, as if he'd made a great joke.

Kalisha excused herself and stepped inside her mother's office, hoping that she didn't look as frazzled as she felt.

"About time," her mother declared impatiently. Kalisha was about to snap at her mother, until she realised that Annelies was on the phone.

"Don't take that attitude with me! You were the one pushing for this ridiculous debate!"

Kalisha sat down, waiting for her mother to finish. She could guess what this was all about.

"Fine, but whether it happens or not, I'm not rescheduling! Let's just get this over with." Annelies hung up with a huff.

"Bad news, mama?" Kalisha asked her quietly.

"Warren wants more cameras at the debate," Annelies remarked as she sat down at her desk.

After a long sip of coffee, Annelies regarded her daughter and spoke again. "It's not all bad news. Your fundraiser worked out really well for us."

Kalisha smiled and gave a modest shrug; truthfully, she knew how instrumental she'd been.

She had been the one who suggested her mother take part in a local charity event, then follow it up with a fundraiser of her own. It had been her first serious boost in the race.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," Annelies admitted as she lifted her cup for another drink.

She began talking strategy for the upcoming debate, but Kalisha was having a hard time focusing. A fear had been growing inside of her ever since Azam had shown her that article. It had been mortifying to find out at first, but now Kalisha began to wonder if the police would figure out who she was. She had been masked the entire time, and she hadn't needed to show any ID to the motel staff. But Warren would be much more easily identified, surely? He wouldn't hesitate to hand her over to the authorities to save his skin.

She forced herself to wait until lunch, when she could leave the building to avoid being overheard. This wasn't a conversation that she was going to preserve with texts. She dialed back the number which had called her the night before.

The phone rang twice before he picked up, and it was immediately clear that he knew who she was.

"Well, well," came that eternally annoying voice. "Miss me already?"

"Listen, asshole," Kalisha hissed. "We made the news!"

"No, you made the news," Warren countered. "They have no idea who I am."

"They'll trace me through you!”

"How?" The question was still snide, still smug. Kalisha began to suspect that she had underestimated him.

"You didn't pay with your card?" She frowned. "But what about the security cameras? You can't fake your face!"

"Sure, if the footage didn't get erased as part of a system issue, right?" He gave a short bark of laughter before continuing. "Jeremy's been running the Millgate since before you were born."

Kalisha was floored. How could he have been so prepared? He couldn't possibly have ever known that she'd bump into him that day. "How often do you do something like this?"

Warren gave another laugh. "Sounds like you're getting attached."

"Fuck you!"

"Is that really all you got? No wonder Mrs. Ann- the-least is flailing right now."

Kalisha hung up, shuddering with rage. She hated how when she was at her angriest, her brain couldn't ever put together the right words which would put him in his place for once. That might have had to do with the fact that she was recalling how he'd put her in her place. Not to mention the fact that she was wondering if he might do it again.

Her wish was granted later that day. A text appeared on her phone which read:

"Check into the Millgate tomorrow night. Bring as much woke attitude as you can. Remember to say thank-you to Jeremy. Cops already talked to him."

It was a lazy joke; Kalisha normally laughed off such a weak joke at her expense. But coming from Warren, it was potent. 'He knows me, he knows what makes me cum. He knows I'm going to meet him, he's going to utterly degrade me, and he knows I'll like it. He also knows how much I'll hate liking it.'

None of that rationalizing did any good. No amount of hesitation or worry could undo the desire inside of her.

Thus, after going over all the debate points with her mom and wishing her good night, Kalisha drove herself back to the Millgate.

She was surprised how difficult it was to approach the clerk and book her room. She'd felt less vulnerable in a superheroine costume than ordinary clothes. She was also paranoid about coming back to the place where she'd been forced to get dressed in the hall. She dreaded to imagine what he'd do to her this time.

The man whom she assumed to be Jeremy was standing behind the desk. As soon as she stepped inside through the double doors, he leered knowingly at her.

Jeremy might have been in the military once, but those days were behind him. Unlike Warren, who kept himself very fit, Jeremy had definitely gone to seed. He struck her very much like the sort of old white guy who'd peaked in high school. 'No wonder he's stuck managing a rinky dink motel,' Kalisha thought encouragingly to herself.

That didn't stop him from riling her up as she approached the counter. He gave her a sour expression, then he grinned contemptuously. "Back for more, huh?"

Kalisha tossed her hair, causing her long braids to swing over her shoulders. She done away with her afro look, determined to avoid any cop putting two and two together. She didn't fail to notice the glances Jeremy gave her body, but she was determined not to let it get to her.

"How much did he tell you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Jeremy laughed. "Better question is how much did I see."

'Fuck...' she recalled how Warren had thrown her clothes out into the hall, forcing her to run out naked except for her mask. No doubt Jeremy had been ready, enjoying the spectacle of seeing her stumble around stoned and half-dressed. She shuddered once as she imagined that scenario, and a second time when it had the predictable effect on her.

"Just get me my key," she snapped. She handed Jeremy a wad of cash instead of using a card. The less evidence she left behind, the easier it would be to deny it.

Jeremy shrugged and slowly stretched out the transaction as he looked her up and down.

Finally, he stopped stalling and handed her the key with a smirk. "Room's all ready for you."

She felt restless once she was there. They had arranged for her to arrive at 9 o'clock, but he hadn't said when he would arrive. And so, she lay on the large bed, flipping channels and ruminating on what her therapist would say if she ever told her about this. She'd brought more edibles with her, and she ate an extra amount to help her get through this mess.

By the time he strolled in, without knocking or announcement, the effect had kicked in, and she gaped at him in surprise. An easy smile was on his face, and a large sports bag was slung over one shoulder. He was dressed casually, as if he was going to the gym.

"Good to see you again," he remarked cheerfully.

Kalisha sat upright, curling her lip. "Why? You growing attached?"

"Fuck no," he retorted. "Jeremy owes me ten bucks. Said you wouldn't come back."

Kalisha glared bitterly. "So nice to feel wanted."

"Please," Warren scoffed. "Spare me. If you wanted something more than getting back at mom and dad, you wouldn't be here, would you?"

"I'm beginning to regret it," Kalisha answered.

"There's the door." Warren stepped aside and pointed. "But if you got a few more issues to get exploited, then take off your clothes, slut. And you better know what you're getting into, 'cause I don't have time for chickenshit hypocrites.”

Once again, there was something in the way he spoke down to her, the way he ordered her, the things he said, which drove her wild in every sense of the word. She began undressing as he looked on, grinning from ear to ear.

They were of a similar height, and although he weighed more than she did, she was confident that she could take him on in a fight if it came to a struggle. She stood before him, one hand between her legs and one arm in front of her generous bust, on her pile of clothes. She had no intention of him getting advantage of her like he'd done before.

That was when he suddenly glanced out the window and nodded. "We got her, boys!"

It was as if she'd been struck by lightning. Squeaking with horror, she turned around to see who he was talking to. 'Of course he set me up,' she thought in a panic. 'He wants to destroy Mom's campaign!'

But as far as she could tell, there was nobody.

A hand suddenly slapped Kalisha's ass, harder than anyone had ever struck it. She gave a cry, but Warren had already covered her mouth with his other hand. She grabbed his wrist with both hands, even as she gave more muffled squeals as he continued to spank her.

"That's right, throw that little tantrum," Warren taunted. "Maybe if you'd gotten spanked as a kid, you wouldn't have turned out such a disappointment to Daddy."

Kalisha whimpered. She could have had him writhing on the ground in five seconds if she wanted to; instead, she felt herself surrendering to her passion, and she hated herself for it. But whether she liked it or not, her screams turned to moans as he spanked her. She had, after all, known what she was getting herself into.

But even with that foreknowledge, she was still surprised by what he did next. When her ass felt hot and raw to the touch, Warren guided her to the large bed. "Get yourself ready, skank."

Meekly, Kalisha got on all fours, gasping for air once he'd released her from his grip. No sooner did she get on all fours in the centre of the mattress than she suddenly felt manacles on her wrists.

"No...." she gasped in shock as Warren quickly attached the other ends of the chains to the bed posts. "You can't be serious..."

"Is that fear or excitement?" Warren taunted. "Just think of it as a history lesson."

"Fuck you," Kalisha groaned. She pulled on the chains, but they were taut, forcing her to either rest on her hands or her elbows. She was so focused on these bonds that she was unprepared for when Warren secured her ankles with a spreader-bar. He tied the spreader-bar to the bed with another chain, leaving her utterly trapped where she was.

"Just gonna put these here for safekeeping," Warren remarked as he placed three keys onto the nightstand. "And now, to break you in."

Kalisha suddenly giggled. It could have been the weed talking, but this scenario felt utterly ridiculous. It was a fantasy as old as time. She'd always known that this was what men like Warren wanted from her.

Her laughter stopped when he reached down and slapped a large breast as it dangled in mid-air. Kalisha shrieked with pain, then turned and spat at him.

"You can’t break me!”

"Oh, I think so," Warren declared. He was still smiling as he undressed. When he got onto the bed with her, Kalisha noticed that he was holding something that looked like a tube of toothpaste. Too late did she realise what it actually was, but there was nothing left for her to do except take whatever he gave her.

"Oh!" Kalisha's eyes and mouth formed O's as she felt three fingers roughly push inside of her. They were cold and slimy, but what was more was that they were in a hole which had never known such penetration before.

"Something wrong, slut?" Warren laughed as he gave her ass cheek a hard slap, even as he continued to ream and lubricate her with his other hand. “It’s just, what you called me this morning… it hurt my feelings. That word stuck with me for a while, and now that I’ve got you chained up like my personal bed slave, I know a way I can make you regret being rude to me.”

"That's..." Kalisha screamed from another hard slap to her quivering, thrashing cheeks. "That's... my ass! My ass!" She couldn't stop screaming it over and over again. His laughter almost drowned out her wailing voice as her virgin anus was invaded.

"Hell yes it is," he confirmed, pushing his fingers as deeply as he could. "About time you open yourself up to a different opinion."

Kalisha burst into a stream of curses, Warren simply laughed in response. "I’m not hearing a “no” or a “stop.”

Beneath her shock and rage, Kalisha had to admit that he wasn't wrong about how she felt. Her body was electrified. She'd never felt so violated or degraded in her life, and she felt her body pulse in response.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she felt his fingers retreat, but before she could even think about gasping with relief, she felt his head slide past the opening with a determined thrust. Much to her surprise, it was a much easier entrance than she'd feared. He'd lubricated her so thoroughly that he slipped in with almost a 'pop' sound, much to her humiliation. All the same, pain soon returned as he kept advancing. She cried out at the sensation of her anus trying to accommodate his cock.

"Oh god, my ass!" She gasped for breath as the sensations radiated throughout her body. "My ass!" She shrieked as he began slapping her cheeks with every thrust.

"You fucking asshole," she howled, rattling the chains which kept her secured.

"Learn to speak English properly, you dumb baby," Warren quipped condescendingly. "I'm fucking YOUR asshole. Repeat it, slut."

"Fuck you!"

"Jesus Christ, what a tantrum," Warren taunted. "Lucky I brought something to help you out."

Suddenly, her speech was cut off with a large bulb thrust into her mouth.

"Shhhhh," he urged as he tied a knot behind her head. "Just suck on that till you calm down. It'll be alright, my little black snowflake."

She turned her head back and forth, trying to spit the gag from her mouth, but it was secured in place. That was when she saw her reflection and realised what she was wearing.

It was a large blue pacifier, held in place with light blue ribbons. To add further insult, she could see the Democrat donkey painted on the front of the pacifier

"MMMPPH" she wailed, even as Warren laughed and pushed himself deeper inside her ass. Shock and embarrassment gave way to rage, and she struggled against her chains.

In response, he held her in place at the hips and began thrusting as hard as he could. Her breasts rubbed against the bed sheets and mattress as her body jerked forward. She tried to glare at him, but all it earned her was a glance at the mirror.

"Fuck!" he cried out in a voice that he'd never used before. "You're so goddamn tight! You really were an ass virgin, huh?" He slapped her cheeks to elicit more muffled cries.

She'd never felt so low in her life. He was kneeling behind her, keeping her in place on all fours like an animal. His body slammed against hers with a slapping noise as he grunted from the effort. She was chained, gagged, exposed, and she couldn't take her eyes away from the mirror as she stared at the spectacle that was her own conquest.

Seeing it happening to herself, even as her sense of feeling was enhanced by the edible, made everything feel so incredibly different. It was distancing, but it also caused the reality of her shame to sink in, and it made her more aware of the physical toll that her body was enduring.

She exploded into a furious, shrill rant, glaring hatefully at his reflection, but he barely noticed her. What did her anger even mean? What could it do except motivate him to take her harder?

"Like mother like daughter," he suddenly growled triumphantly as he continued to fuck her. "You know why we call her Ann-the-least?"

"MMMPH" It was all she could say. She knew it was going to be bad, so she glared as fiercely as she could, snarling like a lioness into her gag.

"We call her that," Warren gloated, "because she sells herself out for the least amount! Always did, too, long before your daddy figured it out!”

Kalisha gave a shrill scream of rage, or maybe it was because he had repositioned and began drilling her ass even faster.

"You gonna cum?" He grabbed her head and forced her to look at the mirror while he took her. "Watch yourself cum, you shameful slut!"

She obeyed. She watched herself climax, moaning loudly into her binky. When it didn't stop, she felt herself building up to a second orgasm. She came again, staring at herself and at him as he continued to fuck her as hard as he could. Her whole body was shaking and jiggling, covered with sweat. Her chains rattled, and her binky jolted up and down as she sucked on the bulb.

"Get it out of your system," Warren taunted, "you filthy hypocritical nigger."

Those were the magic words for him. Kalisha wailed and stared wide-eyed into the mirror as she felt an eruption inside of her anus. She already felt as though she wouldn't be able to walk properly for a week, but she almost buckled as he slumped on top of her, gasping for breath. The air surged out of him in large rasps, and his body seemed to envelop her own in some strange animalistic claiming.

When he was finished, he gave a groan and withdrew from her. He went to clean himself as she moaned wearily. She sucked on her binky to try and regulate her breath as he taunted her, taking pictures of her where she slumped on the bed. She was too tired to even jolt as he wrote words on her rear end. She heard him taking pictures of her, spanking her, tormenting her for what seemed like an eternity.

She moaned louder than ever when he penetrated her anus once more. She could only look at herself, trembling from the effort on all fours, covered with sweat as he came inside her ass once again. She couldn't be sure if she came twice or three times during his deliberate thrusts and harsh slaps with his hand.

The sensations and emotions coursing through her body were too much. She felt herself growing weary, moaning weakly as she tried to speak through her gag. She felt her wrists being unchained, and his hand slap her sore ass. "Night night."

The bed was big enough that they didn't touch each other. Kalisha panted as she undid her pacifier gag, then curled up on the edge of the big bed.

She did not know how long she was asleep, but it felt like too little time had passed. Two things had woken her up.  One was a rumbling feeling inside of her which she recognised with a thrill of alarm. The other was the smell of a breakfast tray.

“Come on,” Warren ordered. “Eat fast. You want to make sure your mama doesn’t find out, right?”

That was all she needed. Kalisha sat upright in bed and began scarfing down the bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, and toast. She also began drinking a glass of orange juice set up on the tray. “I didn’t think they’d give us food here.”

“Normally, no,” Warren answered. “I ordered it in for you.” He was busy getting dressed as she ate. Once again, she was struck by how sophisticated he could look after the way he treated her. It was an evil gift that he had, this charisma.

More than halfway through breakfast, she felt a growing sensation inside her. As she got up to use the bathroom, she suddenly felt someone grab her wrists and yank them behind her. Before she could react, the cold metal of handcuffs went around both her wrists.

“What the fuck?” she protested, but with her arms secured, she was unable to stop him from pulling her back onto the bed.

One by one, her legs were secured so that they stretched apart from each other. Warren had given the chains enough slack so that she could sit up or lie down, but not enough so she could get out of bed. Her arms were given similar treatment, so that she could raise and lower them at her sides but couldn’t bring them across her body to cover herself up.

“Let me go,” she yelled. “I gotta use the bathroom!”

Warren ignored that as he picked up her pacifier gag and pushed the bulb into her puss.

"Oh, fuck you," she snapped. She tried to shut her mouth against him when he put the bulb against her lips. A pinch of her nose later, she had no choice but to open up and let him gag her again. “MMPHHM! YMMM FMMMPHINN MMMPHHMMM!”

“Now that’s a sweet sound,” Warren remarked as he strolled to the shower, oblivious to her murderous glare and furious grunts.

It was as if she wasn't in the room, for all the attention he paid her. She glared and tried to demand he set her free, but he didn't so much as look at her as he got his things in order.

Eventually, he jolted her by sticking two more fingers inside of her, rubbing something slippery inside her sore anus.

"Figured you need some help for the next round," he taunted. "This is some CBD oil to really loosen that tight ass up a bit."

Finally, as he finished up, he glanced at her, sprawled on her back, legs and arms apart, dry cum on the mattress where she'd slept. "Well now, that's a sight for sore eyes," he remarked. "Makes me wish I could skip the debate and use you again."

"FMMMPH YMMMMPH" Kalisha snarled as she tried to get free.

"Oh, that's cute," he said in an especially condescending tone. "Wanna act like you didn't turn into my bed slave last night, huh? You wanna pretend you didn’t get your ass drilled? That's fine, we can do this all over again next time!" He grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it hard enough to make her squeak.

"Tell you what," he said as he turned on the television. "I'll let you watch the debate from here. I'll come back after I'm done."

"HMMM?" The notion that he was actually going to leave her here, bound and gagged and exposed, filled her with horror and fury. She began to thrash as much as she could, staring wild-eyed at him and making as much noise as she could beneath her silencing Democrat binky.

Warren laughed at her reaction as he continued to grope her with one hand. The other took his cock back out of his pants and began jerking off. "I almost forgot!"

Kalisha's eyes widened as he got up onto the bed and stood over her. They quickly closed as ropes of cum flew through the air to land in her braided hair, on her face, and across her breasts.

"Oh that's right," Warren groaned as he dressed himself again. "One more thing. Jeremy doesn't trust you to keep that bed clean, so..."

Kalisha gasped as Warren opened a drawer and took out an adult-sized diaper. Like her binky, it was blue and decorated with the Democrat donkey. 'What the fuck company makes that stuff,' she thought, aghast. She shook her head in shock and outrage as he approached her with it.

There was nothing to be done. He pushed the diaper into place and sealed it around her as she threw another muffled tantrum.

It was insane; she had no memories of diapers, and she gave a muffled scream of humiliation and fury. The diaper was bulky and made for a strange sensation to wear. It had been securely taped into place, so that it wouldn't come off no matter how much she gave her restrained thrashes. She felt panicked as her sense of internal discomfort increased.

She continued to rage at Warren even as he pulled out a camera and took pictures and videos alike. He taunted her aloud in some, pretended to interview her on her mother's campaign, and never hesitated to grope or slap parts of her body.

"I'll tell your mama you said hi," Warren teased as he finally put his phone away, turned on the local channel, and put the volume up. "And try not to make too much of a fuss when you make a mess. Wouldn't want anyone calling security and finding you like this, right?"

It was the last thing he said before he strolled out of the hotel room, leaving Kalisha to "MMMPH" after him, cursing him in every way that she could imagine. The door closed behind him, leaving her to uselessly struggle against the inevitable.....

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No matter how hard Kalisha struggled, she couldn’t loosen the chains or wriggle her wrists free. Nor could she push the humiliatingly large binky out of her mouth thanks to the ribbons tied together at the back of her head. She forced herself not to look in the mirror, because each glance filled her with fury. As she sat in the room, sunlight flooded in through the window. The efforts of her attempts to get free, coupled with the warmth of the day, caused her to sweat. The diaper clung to her body, making crinkled noises whenever she readjusted herself.

Meanwhile, the television continued to play the local news channel at the volume which Warren had set before leaving. The remote was resting on the side table where Warren had left it, but it might as well have been outside the room for all she could reach it. Once again, Kalisha was baffled by how easily Warren could provoke her.

Worst of all, her phone was alive with call attempts and texts. Her mother, her friends, her colleagues, all of them wondering where she was. Kalisha fretted whether they might think she was in danger, and thus send the cops after her phone. The thought of the police bursting into the hotel room and finding her there… it was even more terrifying than anything else she could imagine.

Thankfully, Kalisha had at least taken care of that. She’d been vague about where she was going, but she’d made it clear that she was meeting someone and might sleep in. ‘At least mama won’t assume the worst,’ she tried to reassure herself more than once. Then again, it was almost just as bad to see flashes of all-caps texts from Annelies expressing fury and frustration.

None of this could distract her from the disturbances in her bowels. She hadn’t gotten much sleep, either, so her resolve was flimsier than usual. It filled her with panic and anger, the notion that she’d prove Warren right and be forced to fill her diaper.

The pressure grew with time, until she couldn’t hold things back any longer. Whimpering from shame and frustration, she felt herself give in.

The diaper immediately began to sag, and a faint smell began making its way into her nostrils which made her nearly burst into tears for shame. She readjusted herself so that she was kneeling on the bed, her legs spread as far apart as they could to accommodate the chains. Her arms were also forced behind her back as a result, meaning her shoulders and breasts were thrust forward. Sweat and dry cum clung to her skin. It was an even more humiliating sight in the mirror, but the diaper could at least hang down, to avoid feeling the sticky and warm sense of her contributions to her predicament.

Next, she heard a hissing noise from inside the front of her diaper, which only increased the weight of it between her legs. It felt like an anchor, pulling her to the bed so she couldn’t maneuver or shift herself from where she now knelt. The debate hadn’t even begun, and she was already desperate for it to end as quickly as possible.

As she felt her full diaper brushing against her thighs, she tried to ignore that the smell was increasing, and she was sweating as sunlight began to hit her body. She wondered whether she’d have agreed to this if she’d known Warren’s plans beforehand. The worst part was that she couldn’t fully decide on what she would have done.

Finally, the debate did begin. Kalisha gave a soft whimper as she watched her mother on the screen, standing beside a smug-looking Warren.

Annelies had always carried herself with dignity, despite all the criticisms she received. They said she was too tall, that her skin was too dark, that her proudly black hairstyles were disarming to white people (at present, her hair was in a High Pony Afro), that she didn’t hide her Caribbean accent, that she was too fat, that she was too curvy, that she was too sexy, that she wasn’t sexy enough, that she was too articulate… it never ended, but Annelies pressed on. For her part, Kalisha thought her mother looked incredible. She was a year younger than Warren Hayes, and even with his own robustness, she looked ten years younger than he did.

But whether it was Kalisha’s perception, or her guilty conscience, she couldn’t help sensing that her mom was distressed and frustrated. Whether that was due to her, or because she was standing next to an unpleasant bigot like Warren, or something else entirely, she couldn’t be sure. She didn’t want to think about it. Nor did she want to imagine Annelies’ reaction if she learned what Warren had done to her daughter just before the debate, and the state that Warren had left her in.

As the debate began, it was easier for Kalisha to smother her senses of shame and embarrassment.

She could focus on the television and watch how things went for her mother.

At first, it began as well as could be expected. Annelies had always strived to be well-spoken. She made her points clearly and as transparently as she could manage, while striving to avoid sounding cold or condescending.

By contrast, Warren spoke in simpler language. He certainly wasn’t presenting himself as an everyman, but rather as someone worthy to represent the everyman. It was a devious strategy, but it was one which he played very well. It didn’t hurt that he dressed well and looked – even Kalisha had to admit – terrific for his age.

At one point during the debate, the subject of education was brought up. Annelies was well-versed to discuss that subject, but everything fell apart when the mudslinging began.

"Do tell us, Ms. Tillens," Warren challenged in a casual tone. "I notice that you haven't yet spoken out regarding your sixty-four-year-old colleague's affair with two high school-age girls."

Kalisha groaned furiously. She'd urged Annelies to abandon Claude Waggoner, to distance herself from him. It went against some of her morals, but the political campaign was bad enough as it was.

Now, her mother had two terrible options. She could stand by Waggoner and thus be forced to defend his actions, as well as her continued friendship with him. If she cut him loose, meanwhile, it would not only be seen as a desertion and betrayal, but she would also be seen as an opportunist.

Annelies chose the former. "While I myself do not approve of all his personal choices," she began delicately, "I will not join the mob and call for his head because of any personal failings."

Kalisha was sucking her binky out of nervousness now. She could hear several people booing loudly until the mediator demanded for quiet.

Warren was quickly on the attack. "Is that how you characterize Mr. Waggoner's actions?"

"Mr. Waggoner has committed no crime," Annelies retorted. "None of his partners were under the legal age of consent."

'This is exactly what he wanted to hear,' Kalisha thought bitterly, snarled behind her soother as Waggoner gave a sad, patronising shake of his head.

"No need to be so defensive, Ms. Tillens! We all know the legal age, nobody has accused him of any crime. Consider, however, the power imbalance, the abuse of power, and the betrayal of his voters' sensibilities. How does that sit with a so-called feminist like yourself?"

It continued on. Annelies, visibly growing disconcerted and nervous, made one flub after another, and Warren was quick to take advantage of them. It was clear that if Warren Hayes of all people could seize the moral high ground, then the bets were off.

As Kalisha watched on with dismay and fury, she had to admit that she was watching an impressive performance. Warren had always used his charisma to devastating effect. He could be assertive without being threatening, at least as far as conservatives would claim. One would never have imagined what he’d been doing to Kalisha just a few hours before, and what sort of state he’d sadistically left her in to see her mother’s downfall on live TV.

The debate was always going to infuriate her in that regard, but what made it especially unbearable was how much slower it seemed to go. She wasn’t getting free until the debate was over, and so she felt every single minute pass by, waiting for release from her pacifier and her dirty diaper. She had to pee a second time as she knelt on the bed, squirming against her chains.

The phone calls and texts continued as well. Her phone was no longer blowing up now that Annelies was busy, but the messages from others were becoming scathing. They must have learned from Annelies that she was going to go hook up with someone, and they were scolding her for being so irresponsible.

‘I didn’t have to go,’ she cursed herself every time her phone flashed with such a text. ‘I didn’t have to go see him.’

She could have thought it a thousand times – she certainly tried – but the painful truth remained clear to her. She had wanted this, like it or not, and the more humiliated she felt, the more she felt a tingling inside of her which only grew stronger with self-reproach.

It wasn’t long before she wished for a whole different kind of release. She groaned and snarled as she worked against her pacifier like an angry toddler. She tried to wriggle free, but all that did was make her painfully aware of the diaper between her legs. The smell emanating from it was impossible to doubt as well.

At one point, the door suddenly opened.

Kalisha gave a muffled shriek as her heart stopped. Before she could recover, Jeremy stepped into the room. When he saw her, he began wheezing with laughter.

“Holy shit,” he finally gasped as he clutched his protruding gut. “A nigger with a nookie! I ought to pay Warren twice!”

Kalisha squirmed harder, desperate to cover herself up. It was useless, as Jeremy proved by walking up to her and groping her breasts.

“MMMMPH” Kalisha screamed, glaring murderously up at him as he smirked at her. “FMMMPH YMMMPH.”

“Oh, now,” Jeremy tut-tutted darkly as he began slapping both her heavy tits. “That was the wrong thing to say.”

The force of his slaps was enough to put tears in her eyes, so she could only whimper as he took out his cock and began tit-fucking her. She shut her eyes to avoid looking looking at the ugly grimace on Jeremy’s face as he pressed her sweaty boobs together while his thrusting penis resembled a pink hot dog between two black buns.

Thankfully, it was a short amount of time before she felt his warm cum spray onto her chin and lower jaw. As she opened her eyes, however, she suddenly got a full close-up view of his cock and balls.

“HMmmm!” Her face scrunched up in disgust as he rubbed his genitals all over her face, leaving sticky drips of cum in one of her eyebrows. The rancid, unwashed smell of his groin remained in her nostrils as he stepped back off the bed and put his pants on again.

“Aw, baby don’t like that smell?” he asked as she continued making noises of indignant disgust. “That’s on you. I might have cleaned you up a bit if you weren’t such an uppity coon. Might have even taken that tray back to the kitchen. Guess you like being dirty instead, huh?”

With that, he suddenly picked up the remains of her breakfast and began rubbing them into her hair and onto her skin. Kalisha wailed and shook her head, but that only made him laugh harder as he walked to the bathroom and washed his hands.

“Best wishes to your daddy,” Jeremy told her as he went back out the front door of the motel room, leaving her to focus on the debate once again.

A series of furious sobs and screams left Kalisha as she tried to ignore the smell of egg, bacon grease, maple syrup, and ketchup which were mingling with the smells of cum and soiled diaper. Her nose was assaulted by these scents, even as her ears were assailed with the triumphant voice of Warren Hayes.

Finally, the debate was finished, and the candidates bade their farewells. At first, Kalisha was relieved, until the texts and calls began again with gusto.

After the longest thirty minutes of her life, the room’s front door finally opened again.

Warren Hayes was grinning as he took out his phone and held it up. “Looks like Baby was naughty while Daddy was away.”

“LMMPHH MMHM GMMPH!!” Kalisha tried to scream her demand through her pacifier as he filmed her from various angles.

“Jesus Christ,” Warren tut-tutted her. “I could smell you from outside the room, stinky.”

Kalisha stared murderously at him as he reached out and spanked her diapered ass. “Did you enjoy the debate?” he asked her.

She couldn’t even look him in the eye. He was fresh from a triumphant debate and here she was, sweaty and greasy, kneeling in her own filth while made to look like a big overgrown baby.

“All that talk about equal rights,” Warren drawled as he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. “All that activist bullshit. Truth is you’re just a naughty little girl, and you need a daddy to set you right. You gotta act out, of course, you gotta pretend it isn’t what you want, but you know the goddamn truth deep down. Am I wrong?”

“FMMMPH YMMPH,” came her livid reply.

“Manners,” he warned her as he suddenly got up onto the bed and put the tip of his cock under her nose. “Is baby done sucking her paci? Wanna be a big girl again?”

Slowly, reluctantly, Kalisha gave the slightest nod of her head.

“Good girlie,” Warren laughed as he undid the ribbons behind her head and yanked the pacifier from her mouth. “Now what do you want?”

Kalisha glared hatefully up at Warren as he held his phone towards her. “I wanna be a big girl, daddy,” she mumbled bitterly.

His cock – already erect - suddenly swung and struck her cheek. “What did you say?”

“I wanna be a big girl, daddy,” she repeated, forcing herself to sound like a bimbo.

“Can Baby handle Daddy?” Warren asked cheerfully. “Let’s see that tongue.”

Kalisha opened her mouth wide and let her tongue hang out. She couldn’t tell if she hated Warren or herself more.

“Now keep that tongue out as you tell Daddy what you are, and what you want.”

He didn’t specify what exactly it was, but Kalisha didn’t need a prompt. She knew what he wanted to here. She crossed her eyes as she spoke in a pathetic, infantile tone as he recorded it.

“I’m a thumb thaby nigga,” she whined. “I’m a big thlutty thaby nigga! And I wanna thuck on daddy’th lollipop thleease!”

A long, aggressive sigh left Warren as he thrust his cock towards her. “Go on, baby, have a lick before you start sucking.”

Her long tongue flicked up and down across his tip as she kept her eyes crossed. After several licks, she leaned forward and began sucking vigorously, moaning loudly as she put on a show for his camera. In that moment, it didn’t even matter to her if he showed it to the world. She was too far gone to care; she was filled with rage and shame, but also lust, and she thought nothing of dragging her big black lips up and down his pale pink shaft until his cum shot down her throat.

A strangled cry left Warren as he climaxed, even as he put down his phone and watched her clean his cock until no more semen leaked out. “Much better,” he commended her as he finally began undoing her bonds. He started at her feet, then he freed her hands.

Gasping as reality came back to her, Kalisha slowly clambered off the bed with her sore limbs and locked herself in the bathroom.

A sob of shame left her as she unstrapped her diaper and threw it in the garbage. Then, she turned on the shower and stepped under it, trying to wash herself clean of the depravity to which she’d descended. The memories were already filling her with indescribable fury and self-loathing. But they also inspired her to finger herself, keeping quiet so that he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of hearing her orgasm.

“I got places to be,” Warren called through the door after a few moments. “Looking forward to our next meet-up.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Kalisha snarled, still ramming her fingers inside her cunt.

“You first, slut.”

Soon after that, the front door opened and closed once again.

It didn’t even matter that she was following his last order; she didn’t stop until she’d orgasmed four times, thinking about everything that had happened to her.

Eventually, she knew that she would have to face the music with her mom and everyone else. She was still thinking of what to admit to when she stepped back outside and realised the final part of Warren’s humiliation.

He’d left her behind in the room and he had also taken all her clothes with him. Only her purse and her phone were still there, meaning she would have to call someone to bring her fresh clothes.

After ten minutes of screaming into one of the pillows, Kalisha bit the bullet and picked up her phone.

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“What in God’s name is happening with you?”

Kalisha was numb as she sat in the passenger seat of Annelies’ car. Her mother had been shouting at her ever since she arrived at the inn to pick her up with a new set of clothes.

“Of all the bloody irresponsible things you could have done,” she continued in her accented English. “Of all the days you had to go out and do something so reckless!”

At first, she’d been alarmed when Kalisha admitted that she’d been robbed and left behind by her date. She’d even pretended that her money was also stolen. Kalisha had insisted that she never learned her date’s name, and she did not want the police involved.

“I swear to Christ,” Annelies snapped as they pulled into the driveway. “I thought you were past all this ridiculous behaviour. This isn’t university anymore, Kalisha!”

“I know, mama, I’m sorry.” She’d said those words – or their variations – half a hundred times since she’d called her.

“Well, that’s not going to be enough for the team,” Annelies told her bitterly. “I would have sacked any one of them if they did something like this.”

“Sacked?” Kalisha was appalled. “You’re firing me? This was one night!”

“We both know that’s not true,” Annelies remarked. Her hands were gripping the steering wheels. “This is the same place where you were on Halloween night.”

Kalisha felt as though her stomach had dropped a hundred feet. “What?”

“I saw those pictures,” Annelies yelled. “Mask or no mask, you think I can’t recognise my own daughter?”

Kalisha almost felt as though she was about to cry. This was far worse than she could ever have imagined.

“Was this the same date?” Annelies asked her angrily.

“No,” Kalisha lied. “It was someone else.” She felt her hands trembling. “Does anyone else know?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” Annelies replied. “It’s just as much for my sake as yours that I’m not going to tell anyone about that either.”

At those words, delivered in that sentiment, Kalisha felt an old resentment creep back in with all the guilt she felt, but she was smart enough to keep it to herself.

Annelies gave a long sigh, shaking her head in dismay. “I have never been ashamed of you before this,” she whispered. With that, she didn’t say another word as she drove Kalisha back to her apartment.

Shaking with the emotions raging inside of her, Kalisha got out of the car and stomped towards the front door. In her heart of hearts, she couldn’t blame Annelies for firing her, especially after the awful day she’d had what with the debate. She was angry at herself, angry at her mother, and furious with Warren.

But when he began sending her pictures and videos which he’d taken of her – wailing and snarling into her binky as she threw tantrum after tantrum, impotently struggling against her bonds as he mocked her, talking like a bimbo baby as she begged to suck her white daddy’s dick – she didn’t ignore them. She was even grateful to have them when she finally got home and channeled all her fury into release after release after release.

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Kalisha woke up with a start as her phone rang. Jolted from sleep, Kalisha was bleary and miserable as she reached for her phone and looked at the ID. Once she realised what it read, she was tempted to throw her phone against the wall.

Instead, she answered the call and put the phone to her ear. “What do you want?”

“How did your mom take it?”

“What the fuck?” Kalisha sat upright so fast that she felt dizzy. She groaned while holding her head with her free hand. “What the fuck did you say?”

“I asked how your mom took it,” Warren declared. “I know she was the one who picked your black ass up.”

“You were spying on me?” Kalisha gasped.

“Turns out I do care after all,” Warren taunted sarcastically. “So how was that car ride?”

“She fired me,” Kalisha muttered dully. “And she knows about the first time too.”

“Really?” He asked curiously. For the first time, he sounded halfway serious.

“I didn’t tell her it was you,” Kalisha replied tersely. “But don’t this shit twisted. I am not protecting you.”

“Oh, I figured,” Warren laughed. “You’re protecting yourself and your feelings. Or maybe you’re protecting your mama too?”

“My mama don’t need any protecting from you,” Kalisha lashed out furiously.

That only made Warren laugh again. “Tell me, how do you make it make sense in that woke mind of yours, huh? You think you’re gonna use this against me at the right time? Ruin my chances to win? Make mommy proud like the good little baby girl you are?”

Kalisha ground her teeth furiously. She was feeling triggered again, and it was all she could do to keep giving Warren ammo to use against her. 

“That’s it isn’t it,” Warren taunted after he waited a few seconds. “You gonna play Bond girl trying to fuck the enemy to get some info, huh? Guess how many of those Bond girls managed to win him over. Go on.”

“Fuck you,” Kalisha hissed.

“Cope,” Warren jeered. “Must have really sucked, though. Getting fired by your own mother? What a pathetic disappointment you are. Wish you still had that binky of yours?”

“No,” Kalisha, hoping that her anger would make the lie sound convincing.

Warren laughed. “Well, I’ve got it right here, I’m saving it for when you come to get it back.”

“When’s that gonna be?” Kalisha challenged. “You’re some kind of prophet now, huh?”

“Election night,” Warren declared. “When Trump wins, you’re gonna feel real fucking low, but not low enough. You’ll want to feel worse than that, so you’ll come right here to me while I celebrate.”

Kalisha gave a short burst of laughter. As pessimistic as she was of her mother’s success, she had no doubt that Kamala would triumph. It was absurd to even think that Warren thought his spray-tanned hero had a chance. Nothing short of another attempted coup would put Trump back in the White House.

“Laugh while you can,” Warren warned. “But you’re in for a proper wake-up call when Daddy gives you the spanking you always needed.”

With that, he hung up.

After she got over her laughing fit, Kalisha tossed her phone to the side and tried to get some sleep. 

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Election Day proved as hectic as she imagined, but thanks to her unemployment, she was able to get to the polls earlier than most.

Later, she joined her three closest friends from university. Cadence, Jada, and Krystol had all volunteered to help her mom in the final stretch, and now they were her primary source of news regarding the campaign. She was still reluctant to crawl back to her mom. Like Kalisha, they had managed to vote early on alongside Annelies.

“It could be better,” Jada admitted as they chatted over lunch. “Could be worse too, though.”

“Yeah, we saw a bunch of the girls from school,” Cadence added. “You gonna join us later tonight?”

“I dunno,” Kalisha admitted. “I want to. But I’m not going if mama’s just gonna rag on me the whole time.”

“Just let it go,” Krystol urged as she took a picture of her meal as it was placed in front of her. “We got bigger things to worry about than that.”

“I voted, didn’t I?” Kalisha objected. 

“What did you do anyway?” Jada asked, leaning forward with that specific look in her eye. She was always on the look out for tea, and she was the first to lap it up whenever it got spilled. 

Kalisha had wondered if she should lie. She definitely didn’t want to admit the whole truth to her friends, especially given how they’d react. But she had to be somewhat truthful; these three had been among the ones texting her frantically on the morning of the debate. Kalisha would rather run onto the expressway than admit how she’d spent that morning. 

“I told you, I got robbed,” she admitted quietly.

“Girl, are you insane?” Krystol shook her head. “You know better than that.”

“I was stoned,” Kalisha protested, feeling embarrassed. “And he was cute.” 

“And white?” Cadence asked snarkily.

Kalisha did a double take while the other girls cat-called. “What’s that mean?” 

“It means you’re a queen of hearts” Cadence giggled as she held up her hands. “Girl, I love you, but that’s God’s honest truth.”

“Don’t talk to me about God,” Kalisha snapped. She had always been a vehement atheist; the very idea of Christianity revolted her, since it was the religion which the slavers of Europe had enforced upon the black people whom they enslaved. 

Cadence frowned, but she let it pass. They had been friends for a long time, and Cadence knew better than to pick another fight with Kalisha over that topic. 

“Don’t change the subject, Kalish,” Krystol interjected. “Ain’t no secret you go for white meat!”

“I do not,” Kalisha retorted heatedly. “What about Saleem?”

She had met Saleem at an anti-gun rally when she was fifteen. They’d both snuck out of school to march down Main Street and try to disrupt a barbecue in the park organised by the NRA. It had been a mess of a day, nearly leading to them getting arrested, but Saleem and Kalisha had begun a passionate relationship fueled by their sense of activism. The problems began when Kalisha proved the more charismatic of them, and the more popular. Saleem’s jealousy had shown itself, and things had fallen apart by the time she was sixteen. It had been around that time when she’d begun fucking her volleyball coach, but her friends didn’t know about that.

Jubal had been her boyfriend for three years, longer than anyone else she’d ever dated. They’d first met in the last year of high school and had both earned scholarships; Jubal’s was through his sports, and although Kalisha had been a far more successful athlete, she’d had to get one through her studies instead.  

“Yeah, okay with Saleem, but remind me how you and Jubal went again?” Krystol jeered. “You rebounded with half the frat boys in Johnson Hall.”

Kalisha looked down, embarrassed. Her friends did know about this one. She’d done it impulsively, she’d always maintained, she’d been drunk and angry and upset. She wanted to get back at Jubal for cheating on her, with white girls of all people. Let alone the trashy white sorority girls who’d turned her into a meme during a BLM demonstration. She’d been confronted by two frat boys with MAGA hats on, and she hadn’t held back her vitriol when yelling at them. The girls had taken pictures and videos of her mid-rant and slapped a few captions on them. The internet had taken it from there, and so her nineteenth year had been one of the worst years of her life. She still got recognised for it nearly five years later if she braided her hair. 

So, it had been twice as infuriating when she found one of those sorority sluts strolling out of Jubal’s dorm room. Kalisha had gone to the frat which had rejected Jubal for membership and let them run a brutal train on her. 

“That was a one-time thing,” she tried to retort feebly. She hoped that her friends hadn’t noticed the worse examples they could have used against her.

“Sure,” Cadence laughed. “No biggie, though, it was college, right? Now it’s all over, right?”

“Yeah,” Kalisha mumbled, trying not to blush with relief. If her friends knew about even half the other times she’d let white boys make her feel dirty, they’d probably lose all respect for her. Especially if they found out what she had done with Warren Hayes.

They made no secret of having joined Annelies’ campaign purely because of their hatred for Warren Hayes. They would never forgive Kalisha if they knew what she’d agreed to do with him, let alone more than once. The fact that she was high on weed the first time didn’t matter. She’d been stone-cold sober when she’d decided to go back for more.

So, she let the conversation change, as it so easily did, back to politics. They went on a long rant about how great it would be to watch Kamala win in real time, then got into a fight when Krystol brought up her pro-Israeli stance. It might have been tedious, but Kalisha was relieved that they’d moved on from her.

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As the afternoon turned into the evening, she gave in and went to her mom’s headquarters. She’d gotten dressed up for the big victory. Her long black hair was set in a deep wave with a bright blue headband to contrast with her tones. Thanks to the warm November, she wore a long skirt, a fancy and thin blouse, with a tank top and bra underneath. All of her clothes were at least one different shade of blue. 

It was still early in the count, and nobody was paying much attention to the screens. 

Azam tried to engage her in conversation, but she brushed him off to go find her mom.

She found Annelies surrounded by her top aides, who were each at least twice as old as Kalisha. She’d gone all out as well, with her hair done up in space buns and bangs. She wore a suit like Kamala might have worn, as if she was personally going to match suits with her when they both went on stage together. Kalisha doubted it’d been her choice; her top aides, all of them white women, were about as clueless as Kalisha could imagine. She felt bad that she couldn’t have been on hand to advise her mom.

“So good to have you here,” Annelies told Kalisha when she caught sight of her daughter. “I was afraid you’d be too stubborn again.”

“Don’t worry, mama,” Kalisha mumbled as they hugged. “I’m here for you.” 

She would be generous to her mom tonight, especially if it went south. It would be a bittersweet night, but Kalisha would stick it out for her.

It was a shorter wait for the state’s results than most other places in the U.S. True, it was smaller and so it didn’t matter that it had been a purple voting ground in recent years. But it still mattered very much to Annelies and her team.

As a result, her defeat had a sobering effect on the assembled team. All of them, including Kalisha, offered her their apologies, their sympathies, and their shared loathing of the victorious Warren Hayes. Kalisha felt her phone vibrating with messages and calls, but she resolutely kept her phone in her pocket.

Then, as the hours slowly went on, the awful truth began to settle in. They stared at the screens in shock as more and more votes went to Trump across the country. A few bravely tried to claim that the blue states on the west coast would turn the tide, that the votes were still being counted. It made no difference. 

Annelies made her concession speech to a muted audience. Kalisha felt mortified for her country as her hands curled into fists. She stared at the growing Trump numbers with horror and outrage growing inside of her.

The assembled crowd quickly began to part ways to avoid any victorious Republicans. Kalisha’s friends invited her back to one of their apartments, but Kalisha declined. She would be there for her mom, she insisted, hiding the fact that her mom had already made her quiet retreat for home without so much as a word to Kalisha. 

Instead, Kalisha pretended to go back inside long enough for her friends to leave, then she ducked out into the parking lot and took out her phone.

Ignoring the missed calls and texts, Kalisha called the number back. He didn’t even bother speaking when he picked up. He simply waited for the inevitable. 

“Where can I find you?” Kalisha whispered.

“Jeremy’s motel. I’ll send my guys home, they wanna go celebrate anyway.” 

Kalisha felt relieved that her mom and friends had already escaped that trap. “Fine.”

“By the way,” Warren suddenly called as she was about to hang up. “Daddy’s home, bitch.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” Kalisha shrieked, startling a few people who were heading to their cars. Embarrassed by their judgmental stares, Kalisha threw herself into her car and drove away.

She made sure to park her car in a public lot five blocks from the motel, so that nobody would see it anywhere near Warren Hayes’ headquarters. The problem was that she was in such a huff that she fast-walked all five blocks. Even though the sun had gone down, she was still sweating like crazy by the time she got to the motel.

Ignoring Jeremy’s gross checking out of her body, she got the number of Jeremy’s room.

“Top floor,” Jeremy replied. “He got the big suite this time.”

It was certainly big when she arrived. It covered half the entire top floor. The bedroom occupied a small space in the corner while the majority of the space was more of a party room. Republican banners were thrown about, and empty cups stank of alcohol. It was clear that a party had broken out and already ended. Kalisha felt disgusted standing like a blue island in a sea of red. 

“Someone’s got the blues, huh?” Warren joked as he let her inside. “Well don’t worry, I’ll make sure you remember tonight for a long time. If that’s what you want, of course.”

Kalisha stood stiffly, unwilling to say the words that he so obviously wanted her to say. She flinched as he stood in front of her and dangled the same pacifier which she’d worn the last time she was in this motel. “Fuck you,” she muttered. 

Warren didn’t laugh for once; he glared imperiously as his other hand reached down and grabbed her roughly by the pussy. “Take off your fucking clothes, you dirty hypocrite.”

Kalisha had never heard such an authoritative tone in her life. She felt too daunted to protest. Her defiance wilted away, replaced with a wave of shame and self-loathing. 

“Do it,” he ordered. “I won’t tell you a third time!”

“Okay…” Kalisha muttered, even as her fingers fumbled her blouse buttons. She gave a sudden squeal as his hand slapped her ass hard.

“Okay what?”

“Okay, Daddy,” she whispered, intimidated and humiliated.

Her blouse went to the floor, then her tank top, and finally her bra. She was left to stand there with nothing to support her heavy E cup titties. She’d hated how much weight she’d gained in the last year when she’d cut her gym time to almost nothing in favour of her mom’s campaign. Most of it had gone to her hips, ass, and chest.

“The perfect body to fuck,” Warren growled as he looked her over. "No wonder we brought you bitches over here." Then he gave a grin as she let her skirt fall to the ground. “You never fucked a Marine before me, did you?”

“Fuck no,” Kalisha murmured bitterly.

“Just your natural mind at work. You always support the troops,” Warren lectured her as helped yank her panties down to the floor. “You can keep the headband in,” he told her, but he was leering at her cunt. It was already damp with anticipation.

Kalisha had not wanted to give him the satisfaction of mocking a thick bush between her legs. But nor was she willing to shave completely, as she’d never liked how loose her labia looked. She’d gone for a trimmed look, but she’d cut it too short to hide her puss from Warren’s scrutiny. 

“Stand over there,” Warren ordered, using his marine voice. He pointed to a spot near the end of the room, facing a setup of six computer screens that were still playing. “I got everything ready for us tonight.”

When Kalisha approached the spot, she saw with surprise and apprehension that he’d arranged for two hooks drilled into the ceiling. 

Just then, Warren took out his phone and held it in front of her. “Say your name.”

“Do I have to?” Kalisha whined. She was feeling vulnerable, and a part of her was screaming at her to come to her senses and call this off.

“I want proof that you chose to do this,” Warren explained. “Either you give your consent or else you’re a trespasser. Either way, I’ll use this in court if I have to.”

Kalisha shuddered bitterly, but she’d already made her choice. Covering her nipples with both hands, she faced the phone with as much dignity as she could muster. “I’m Kalisha Tillens.”

“Who’s your mom?” Warren asked.

“Annelies Tillens,” Kalisha replied through gritted teeth.

“Anything you want to say?” 

“Yeah,” Kalisha murmured, disgusted by the sound of her voice as it spoke those words. “I’m here ‘cause I want Warren Hayes to fuck me as hard as he can. I want this, and I hate how much I want it.”

Warren put the phone back in his pocket. “Don’t bother trying to weasel out of this one, snowflake.”

As she stood in place, Warren suddenly grabbed each of her arms and secured her wrists with soft manacles. They were quickly connected to the hooks so that she had to keep her arms up and away.

Next, he secured her ankles with a long spreader-bar, forcing her to stand in one place with her feet wide apart, facing the screens so she couldn’t look away from them.

He held up the pacifier and dangled it in front of her face. “Beg for it, like the pathetic bimbo you are,” he ordered. He grabbed her nipple and squeeze it hard enough to make her squeak. 

She was breathing faster, she could feel herself filling with adrenaline. The cognitive dissonance raging inside of her was a fire that only burned hotter with every second she remained in this compromised position. 

Desperate for release, Kalisha crossed her eyes, and let her long tongue hang past her lower lip. “Please daddy,” she whimpered, “give me that big binky to suck on.”

His open hand suddenly swung down and slapped her pussy. She wailed, half in pain and half in humiliation as the sound rang out in the room. "Why do you need it?" He demanded before slapping her pussy again.

"Because I'm a big baby snowflake," Kalisha whimpered.

SLAP! "What else are you?"

"I'm a fucking dumb nigger who wants my white daddy's cock!" 

Her wish was finally granted, but not before he jammed the bulb inside her armpits, under her tits, inside her puss and against her grundle. The taste of sweat and other overwhelmed her tongue as the ribbons were tied in place into a big but tightly secured bow. 

“And now let’s just make it obvious what a self-hating whore you are,” Warren declared as he took out a black sharpie marker and pressed it on her brown skin. Then, when he finished writing, he went behind her and began to undress. 

It was so stupid, Kalisha thought to herself. He was behind her, so he wouldn’t even get to see what he’d just scrawled across her breasts, belly, and thighs. She wondered what had come over her. She should have tracked down her mom and hung out with her. Be damned how they’d ended things, what was she doing here instead of being where she was needed?

There were six screens in front of her. Three of them depicted the vote count on mute, one was blasting a playlist of right-wing music videos - she recognised Kid Rock, much to her sense of repulsion - one featured a slideshow of pictures from when she’d become a meme joke. Kalisha whimpered into her binky as altered pic after photoshopped pic slid onto the screen, each caption getting more and more humiliating to read. 

“Yeah, I found out about all this,” Warren laughed as he heard her muffled distress. “Thought you’d want to be reminded of what you used to be.” She felt his fingers go between her cheeks and slip into her anus, lubricating her as she began to moan.

The final screen was a looped video of her angry rant against the white boys who’d mocked her activism.

Warren’s cock suddenly began pushing deeper and deeper into her ass. Her grunts got louder and louder, and the force of his thrusts quickly caused her voice to skip. 

“Look at that, you’re finally starting to sound like a real ape!” Warren punctuated his mockery with the hardest slap he’d ever landed on her.

“MMMMMMMM!” Kalisha’s eyes were saucers as she screamed into her pacifier, sucking furiously as she tried to push it out of her mouth. Another slap provoked another long squeal.

Warren gripped her hips as he rammed himself inside of her. For a man more than twice her age, he was remarkably fit. She felt her eyes cross for real as her body jerked forward. Her heavy tits flopped around, her belly jiggled, and the slapping noise of his body hitting hers seemed to echo in the room. Her grunts slowly rose in pitch, then eventually gave way to a shriek as she felt her puss dripping from her orgasm.

“Oh, by the way,” Warren joked when her scream finally died down, “say hi to the Second Marine Aircraft Wing.”

He pointed to a spot between the screens. Kalisha squealed in dismay as she saw that she’d been recorded the whole time.

Of the three screens showing Trump’s victorious lead in the polls, two of them changed. One featured what appeared to be a military sleeping quarters, with over a dozen guys crowded together as they laughed and cheered. All of them wore MAGA hats and had red body paint on their half-dressed forms.

Meanwhile, the other screen showed Kalisha what the troops were seeing. She was in an upright x-shape, her curves pushed towards the camera with every thrust. Her binky twitched from her suckling, flashing the Democrat donkey on the front. “Coping” had been written on one of her boobs, and “Hard” on the other. “Roast Beef Sandwich - Add Your Own Cream” was written around her puss, while “Jiggling Jemima” was emblazoned on her belly. 

“How’s this for a celebration, eh?” Warren gloated. “Anne the least loses, Kamala loses, and the only black Commie who’s losing worse than them is getting her asshole drilled like a South African diamond mine!” He slapped her ass four times to emphasize each word. “Support. The. Troops. Nigger.” 

Kalisha wailed in fury unleashing ever swear word she could think of, shaking her head and glaring wide-eyed as she beheld her surprise audience. They roared chants between their gusts of laughter, or else hurled slurs and insults at her as Warren continued to fuck her. 

The worst of it was that she couldn’t remember a time when she’d orgasmed harder and more often than that night, in the wake of Trump’s victory. And after Warren had erupted his warm load deep in her asshole, he loosened her wrist bonds and re-secured the cuffs so that her arms were behind her back. Then, as she knelt in a daze from exhaustion and ecstasy, he stood to her side and wiped his cock all over her face and in her hair. 

"Now this, " he declared to the cheering marines, "is what I call owning a lib."

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She looked up at him with wide, glassy eyes as he rubbed his unwashed and sticky manhood into her ruined hair. A low groan was leaving her as her nostrils flared. Semen was dripping from between her deliciously round cheeks as she knelt on the ground from sheer exhaustion.

Warren saw rage in her expression, but that wasn’t new. What was new was the unbridled lust emanating from her pores. She sucked her binky with a furious energy as her nostrils flared. Her big tits heaved up and down as rivulets of sweat dribbled down her body. 

He grabbed a fistful of his hair and gave it a firm tug. “Is this real, then? Or another one of those weaves I’m not allowed to ask you about?” he demanded, smirking as she glared at him while growling into her pathetically big pacifier. “Come on, enunciate, you stupid monkey. You can do it.”

The marines, who were still watching the feed, roared with laughter as Warren continued to berate the daughter of Annelies Tillens. They all knew who she was - Warren had seen all the photoshopped pictures they’d made in mockery of his Democrat rival - and it amazed them to no end that Kalisha was here now, orgasming so hard from her own degradation.

With one hand, Warren pulled apart the bow which kept the ribbons tied around her face. He yanked the pacifier out of her stupid mouth. A long line of drool spilled down from her big black lips as she took a deep breath. Her orgasm seemed to have messed with her on a fundamental level, so that she didn’t even react when he reached down and jammed the pacifier bulb up her cunt. She only grunted between her animalistic panting. A scandalised cry left her when he took a sizable butt plug and sealed her anus so that his load stopped leaking onto the floor, but when he spanked both her sore butt cheeks, her next outburst was of lust.

“No resistance anymore,” Warren laughed. “Glad I could loosen that tight ass of yours up a bit.”

Kalisha still seemed overwhelmed by what she’d been put through, and by the sensations she was feeling now. Her lips moved up and down, but only a slight whisper left her mouth.

“What’s that, jiggaboo?” He asked her as he heard the marines laughing at the sight of her. “Speak up.” 

“F-fuck you,” she gasped, glaring murderously at him, “and fuck Trump.”

He didn’t hesitate. He swung his cock so that it struck her face, making her blink in surprise as the marines on the web feed cheered. Even as she gasped at this disrespect, Warren reached down and delivered a hard slap to both her plump, heaving tits. 

“Oh fuck!” she shrieked through gritted teeth. She looked like a wild animal about to lunge up and bite him. But he knew she wouldn’t. Even the wildest beasts could be tamed.

“You feel dirty enough yet?” He asked her, using that tone of voice which he’d learned as an officer in the Marine Corp. 

“No, Daddy,” she snarled. “I want to be a real dirty nigger.” Even with her exaggerated southern accent, she made sure to pronounce the ‘r’ at the end of that word. 

Warren wasn’t fully sure if she was trying to be defiant, showing that she wouldn’t beg him to stop, or whether this was her true nature coming out against her will. Either way, he had plenty of witnesses to confirm what she’d said, and high-quality footage of the whole thing.

“Stick that tongue out,” he ordered, “and clean my nuts like a house-trained coon.”

Her mouth opened wide as that long pink tongue came out again. She was still looking furious and panting like a dog, either from exhaustion or desire. Her loud breathing was halted as he stepped forward and thrust his groin into her face.

A muffled gurgling noise left her as those big apelike lips swallowed up his sack. He sighed as her tongue massaged his balls one by one. “You like being my personal coon?”

“Mmm-MMM!” came her deep-throated reply. Her eyes barely blinked, staring up at him as she gargled on his balls. Warren marvelled at how fiercely she was clinging to this cognitive dissonance. It made her submissiveness even hotter, paradoxically.

“Alright, boys,” Warren said, turning to the screen and holding up a remote. “I’ve got some more surprises planned for this woke slut. Thank you for your service and be sure to tell your friends!”

Kalisha’s eyes went wide as saucers as he turned off the camera. She squirmed in her bonds, but she couldn’t free her arms or her ankles. Her voice was almost as high-pitched with rage as it was when he’d blown her back out. But she still kept sucking his nuts like they were twin lollipops.

Eventually, he stepped back from her so that his balls slipped out of her mouth with a humiliating ‘pop’ sound. She resumed her panting, sticking her tongue out of her mouth like a mongrel. He made her whimper by tapping the butt plug with his foot so that it was rammed further up her black ass.

“Don’t mind the taste of my balls,” he told her with amusement. “Been a few days since I showered, I’ll admit. We’ve had a busy campaign putting your mama in her place.”

“You fucking piece of shit,” Kalisha moaned.

“Manners,” Warren cautioned her. “You ain’t gonna get uppity with me now.” He took the pacifier out of her pussy and jammed it back into her mouth. “Suck on that for a bit. Remind yourself what a real man makes you feel.”

“HMMMPH,” she whined as he tied the ribbons back in place. 

“If you’re gonna have another tantrum, best have it now.” He pulled her to her feet and spanked her sore ass to remind her who was in charge. Then he took out a big white collar which he’d been saving for the occasion. Grinning, Warren showed her what was written on it in gold letters. Kalisha’s eyes blazed at the phrase “MAGA-Owned Nigger” and growled miserably as he put the collar around her neck. 

“Feeling low enough yet?” Warren asked her.

Kalisha closed her eyes and nodded. 

“Too bad, bitch,” he answered. “You’ve got a long way to fall before I’m done with you.” 

He replaced the spreader-bar with chains and manacles so she could walk again, and he led her to the bedroom which occupied the far corner of the room.

A large king-size bed awaited them when they stepped inside, along with old and expensive furnishings. It was the kind of furniture set that wouldn’t be out of place in a wealthy home from the 1940s.

“All this is Jim Crow era,” Warren helpfully informed Kalisha as he held onto one of her bound forearms and made her stumble inside. “Jeremy’s proud of this setup. Maybe it’ll trigger a bit more in you.”

“FMMMPH HMMPH,” came her predictable retort. 

Warren laughed as he led her to the large walk-in closet whose doors were almost entirely made of wooden slats. As he’d already arranged, a chair was placed in the closet, facing the open doorway.

In no time, Warren sat Kalisha down on the chair (making her moan loudly as she was made to sit on the butt plug wedged firmly up her ass) and tied her to it.

“Now you just sit tight,” he taunted her as he attached two large nipple clamps to her black knockers. She howled again in protest, but she sounded more turned on than angry. “I’m expecting someone, and I doubt you’ll want to be caught like this.” He tapped on her left tit, which still boasted the word he’d scrawled on in permanent marker.

After closing the doors in front of Kalisha, Warren went about the suite, arranging things and taking a pill of Viagra to keep him going later on. He also sent congratulatory texts and phone calls to his fellow Republicans, hailing their triumphant return to power as he waited for his inevitable visitor. He’d already received texts confirming the meetup, and it was going to be late, given the bustle of election night. To amuse himself, he surprised Kalisha by revealing that the butt plug could also vibrate. She burst into loud moans which became screams over and over again, until there was a knock at the door. 

Grinning, Warren turned off the vibrations and opened the door. “Well, well,” he began, only for a hand to slap his face hard.

“Is it true?” Her eyes were aflame, and though she was careful to speak softly, her voice was harsh with rage. “Say it to my face, asshole!”

Warren might have been furious at being slapped, but this was a small price to pay for his total victory. And besides, it was much more satisfying to laugh in this uppity bitch’s face and act like nothing she did could phase him. Unlike her, he could master his emotions.

Thus, he sneered at Annelies Tillens as she stood in the hallway, fuming as Kalisha had done earlier that evening. “I’ll take that as my congratulations,” he remarked calmly. “That’s about as graceful a defeat as I can expect from a Democrat.”

“You brought me to the same fucking place where Kalisha…” she couldn’t seem to finish her sentence. 

“Go on, finish up,” Warren encouraged her. “The same place where your daughter was a window porn star for everyone on the expressway?”

She slapped him again. “You dirty piece of shit!” 

Warren’s grin widened. He wondered if she’d put together that he’d been the one to plough Kalisha so thoroughly. If so, she wasn’t saying anything. ‘Either she doesn’t know,’ he thought, ‘or she’s too ashamed to ask me to my face.’

“You really gonna play high and mighty?” He asked her. “After all the shit you’ve been doing with me? How do you think your daughter would feel if I sent her some of my personal videos?”

“Listen to me,” Annelies warned in a livid tone, “what happens between us is one thing, but if you say one word about this to my daughter…”

“You’ll what?” Warren laughed. “You really think you can threaten me with anything? You’ve been playing that same tune for the last twelve years. And we both know that you’re gonna keep coming back to me. You can’t help it, can you?”

Annelies said nothing to that; her eyes were still wide and her jaw was still clenched, but although she looked ready to start screaming, she didn’t disagree with his assessment.

She looked incredible for her age. Warren reckoned she must be fifty-one or fifty-two, but as they said, black don’t crack. 

“Or maybe you want the world to see what a skank you were with a married man? Want the world to see just what you let him do to you?”

“Fuck you,” she whispered. “You ain’t threatened that for seven years.”

“Only ‘cause I didn’t have to,” Warren taunted. 

It had been the happiest accident of his life. He’d served his country as a soldier, then as a police detective. One night, he’d taken a shortcut home after finishing a late shift, only to see a car parked illegally near a park. He might have just driven by, but he’d seen just how expensive the car was, and curiosity drove him to stop and get out.

He’d always known most Democrats were idiots, especially when it came to them slaking their most basic urges. They seemed to lack any and all practicality for those kinds of situations. Before he’d divorced her, Warren had cheated on his wife more times than he could count, but he had always been careful enough that she’d never found out. Meanwhile, this douchebag drove his own car out to the middle of nowhere late at night, where anyone could see it.

It hadn’t taken long for Warren to find what he was looking for. Claude Waggoner was leaning against a tree, moaning loudly as Annelies - serving as one of his political aides - knelt before him and slobbered her big fat lips across his cock. The park lights had illuminated them just enough for Warren to film their entire tryst.

Annelies had been hornier than a Bonobo ape, sucking on his dick, then his balls as he gasped out pathetic praise after pathetic praise for her black body. It was cowardly, really. Warren could tell what Claude Waggoner had really wanted to say.

Annelies had been the one to say it for him. “I’m your black bitch,” she’d snarled as she’d gone on all fours and wiggled her ass for him. She exaggerated her accent, too. “Come on, massa, fertilise this black pussy!” 

She’d later admitted that she’d been high as a kite when she’d said those things, and she’d been most embarrassed by those words more than anything. For his part, Warren had begun to jack off as he filmed them, silently ejaculating long after Claude had barely lasted two minutes inside her. He hadn’t seen the look of disappointment on Annelies’ face, but Warren’s camera certainly had.

Warren could have easily arrested them both that night, and ruined their careers completely. Any other cop might have done the same thing, desperate to ruin the most hated city councillor among the boys in blue. Warren thought it far more satisfying to hold it over Annelies’ head.

She had been horrified to see herself recorded, moaning like a bitch in heat and speaking like a house slave. She’d looked at him with loathing when she’d first gotten undressed for him, and it hadn’t been until he was inside her, calling her what she really was, did her rage and humiliation give way to orgasms.

Now, giddy with excitement as he thought of his ultimate plan, Warren stepped to the side and gestured wordlessly to the bedroom.

Slowly, reluctantly, Annelies took forward, then another. She gave a strangled gasp when Warren swung his hand down and slapped her generous ass under her fashionable outfit.

“Take that crap off,” Warren growled. “You don’t get to wear that in here.”

She looked as if she was ready to give her acceptance speech. It was only too rich to imagine how many people she would have had to console tonight, even as Kalisha was getting drilled into blissful oblivion. If only they could see her now, Warren thought.

She wasn’t as tall as Kalisha, nor as young, but she was skinnier. Her breasts weren’t as big, but they were even saggier. They looked like two fried eggs nailed to her chest after being burnt dark brown. Her ass was plump, and wobbled pathetically when he slapped it. Annelies had fashioned her hair into a high afro pony. It was a pathetic attempt to embrace her blackness just enough to make her people vote Democrat once again. It clearly hadn’t worked, either. 

“Tell me what you are,” he called out as he spanked her with a riding crop. 

“A nigga,” she murmured through gritted teeth.

“Louder.” The sound of his crop striking her flesh rang out.

“A nigga,” she wailed. “Oh god, I’m a nigga.”

‘So much for your political career,’ Warren thought with a smile. But he was more excited about what Kalisha must be seeing. She wasn’t making a sound, of course. He wondered which of them would be more devastated to see the other. The thought alone made his cock strain against his pants. Or maybe it was the Viagra kicking in.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered hoarsely. “Face the closet on all fours.”

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It was stuffy in the closet, and she was mostly in the dark. The vibrations had finally stopped, leaving her nearly breathless and sweaty from her orgasms. The chair seat had soaked up her juices, leaving her squeamishly sitting on a swampy surface. 

She didn’t know what Warren had planned for her next, but she reckoned it wasn’t going to be pleasant. She tried to snap out of the frenzied state she’d been driven into with this ruthless treatment. But although she tried to squirm free of Warren’s knots, her efforts only led to aggravation thanks to the butt plug inside her. She whimpered into her pacifier gag as she felt herself quivering with anticipation.

He’d closed the closet and bedroom doors, so she could barely hear anything from the main room. That is, until a woman shouted something that she couldn’t hear. She didn’t recognise the voice, but the presence of another woman filled her with a sense of horror and sobering shame.

‘Oh god,’ she thought frantically. ‘He’s really gonna fuck someone else in front of me… Does she even know I’m here?!’’ She sucked on her binky to try and keep calm as she felt her ass clench the butt plug inside her.

Through the slats, she peered towards the bedroom door, wondering frantically what was going on. It was then that she heard Warren’s voice ring out loud enough for her to hear him through the closed door.

“What are you?”

There was no answer, or at least, there wasn’t an answer that Kalisha could hear. There was a sudden crack ; it was a sound that Kalisha knew only too well.

“A nigga! Oh god, I’m a nigga!”

Kalisha bit her binky bulb to stop herself from screaming aloud. The words were unmistakable, as was the identity of who’d shouted.

The door suddenly opened and the lights were turned on, revealing a triumphant-looking Warren walking behind her mother. Annelies was already naked, looking bitter and resigned, with one hand clutching her ass where she's undoubtedly been struck. On this, the evening of her defeat, Annelies was truly bereft of all dignity. Her black skin was becoming mottled and wrinkled with age. Despite her lean appearance, the skin of her ass and breasts were loose, and wrinkles were popping up across her body. 

She didn’t notice the evil grin which Warren flashed towards the closet door, but Kalisha certainly saw it. It was as if he could see her clearly, and she wondered despairingly if her mother would notice her too.

“Get on the bed,” Warren ordered her. “Face the closet on all fours.”

And although her frown deepened, Annelies obeyed without hesitation.

Kalisha nearly sobbed as she looked her own mother in the face, trying not to stare at her dangling breasts as they wobbled in midair. She wanted to shrink from the door, move back somehow, but she dreaded making a noise and causing her to be discovered. Warren seemed to sense her distress, because his grin only widened as he approached Annelies and groped both her breasts.

“Give me a good ‘moo’,” he ordered softly, just before grabbing both her tits and slapping them together with enough force to make her wince.

“MMMMmoooooo,” she called out, even as her tone betrayed both the pain and degradation she was feeling, even as she maintained a blank expression on her face. 

“You’re too old for a milking,” Warren laughed. “What a miserable cow you are. Almost as bad as you were at running this campaign.” He moved to slap her ass hard enough to elicit a strangled “MOOOOO” from Annelies.

Kalisha couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her mother had always seemed so fierce. She’d never backed down from a fight, she never took shit under her roof, and she was relentless about her activism. She saw none of that pride and dignity in her mother now.

“Forget being a cow,” Warren mused, pacing back and forth as he traced the tip of his riding crop along the curve of her back. The effect caused Annelies to visibly shudder and give a low sound which Kalisha had never heard her mother make. She felt even more uncomfortable than she’d ever felt in all her life.

“From now on, you’re a dog,” Warren decided after another moment’s thought. “You’re my own personal coon dog. You hear me?”

Annelies nodded her head briefly. Her jaw was clenched as her eyes stared straight ahead. Kalisha felt as if her mother was looking through her. 

“Go on, give me an answer, bitch!” He lashed her back with the riding crop.

“AWOOOOOOOOOO!”

It was nothing short of a howl which left her mouth. Her lips trembled as she gasped from the effort of being struck. But after a moment, she let her tongue hang out of her mouth, as if she was nothing more than a dog. 

‘He didn’t even have to tell her to do that,’ Kalisha realised with cold clarity. ‘She’s done this before.’

“Let’s see if you’re a better dog than a cow,” Warren laughed as he got undressed. He got onto the bed and stood to her right, so that his genitals rested amongst her black curls like a soft bed. 

“You smell that, mutt? Catching that whiff of superior species?”

Annelies panted faster and louder in response. 

“Go on then, bitch,” Warren demanded. “Lick my nuts.” 

Without hesitation, Annelies turned her head and began licking the same nuts which had bounced against her taint while Warren had drilled her ass. The same nuts which she’d cleaned with her mouth while hating every fibre of herself, especially for how turned on she’d been. Now she nearly wept for shame, not just for herself but also for her mother.

For his part, Warren once again smirked towards the closet when Annelies was too busy sucking his balls like they were coated in bbq sauce. He began jerking himself off at a slow and steady pace. It was clear that he wanted to prolong the show for Kalisha, who couldn’t pry her eyes away from what she was seeing.

Eventually, Warren gave a satisfied grunt as ropes of white cum burst from his cock. They landed in Annelies’ hair, forming silvery streaks. One managed to secure itself to Annelies’ forehead, nestling in her well-groomed eyebrows.

“Alright, animal, you can speak your ape English when I ask you a question,” Warren commanded. His contempt was unmistakable as he stepped back to leave her panting like a bitch in heat. Drool ran from her tongue onto the bed as she stared wide-eyed at him. 

“You’re not here ‘cause you’re mad that you lost,” Warren declared, striking one of her tits with his riding crop. She dutifully gave a dog-like yelp in response. “You’re not even here ‘cause you’re mad Trump won. You’re here because you’re relieved. Life is going back to normal, and you wanna be put back in your goddamn place.” He reached over and squeezed her other tit. “Right, nigger?”

“Yessm,” she whimpered. “Oh god yes, I wanna be punished, massa.” 

Kalisha was aghast. She had never heard her mother speak this way. She had never dared imagine her mother sharing her shameful desires. None of her prior fear or anticipation had prepared her for something this shocking. 

Worst of all, she found herself getting turned on. She clenched her ass and swiveled her hips so that the butt plug prompted new waves of pleasure. It was all Kalisha could do to stop herself from moaning along with her mother as Warren 

“That’s a good girl,” Warren complimented her, patting her ass approvingly. “Now open that slutty mouth again.”

“Ahhhh,” Annelies called out as her mouth opened as wide as it could go. She blinked as Warren stood behind her again.

Thus, it was only Kalisha who noticed what Warren held up in his hand. With a jolt of realisation that nearly made her scream, she saw her own discarded panties and bra in his hands. He crumpled them into a crude ball and rubbed them furiously against his junk. Then he rubbed them between Annelies’ legs and between her breasts before he finally picked up a small box and stood in front of her so that Kalisha couldn’t see what was going on. 

“You’re not dignified enough to be a dog,” Warren’s triumphant voice rang out. “From now on, nigger, you’re my personal piggie. Understand?”

“Mm-Hmmm” came a muffled reply. Kalisha almost whimpered to hear it, wondering what had become of her mother now. Warren had cear

Nothing she could have envisioned prepared her for what was revealed when Warren stepped away with a laugh. 

It was clear that he’d stuffed Kalisha’s underwear into Annelies’ mouth, then added a ball-gag with a full harness on her head. Part of her hair was flattened by the harness, only adding to her ridiculous and demeaning position. 

Worse than that, a large dark-brown pig snout was strapped in place over Annelies’ nose, held in place by thin string. Warren had also written “MAGA 4EVER” in permanent black marker on her dangling tits, as well as “Pigger” on her forehead.

“You’re gonna have to lay low till that comes off,” Warren taunted as he took out his phone and took some pictures as Annelies moaned into her gags. Then, he took out a cape which bore the Confederate flag and secured it around Annelies’ neck. 

Kalisha felt hot tears run down her cheeks as she gazed horror-struck at this total debasement of her mother. Warren was undeterred as he took out two long metal bars with manacles on either end. Kalisha noticed that on each of these bars, one of the manacles was much larger than the other. 

“Just the way God wanted you,” Warren declared in a triumphant voice. He then secured Annelies’ wrists to her thighs, so that she was forced to remain on all fours on the bed.

“Are you a nigger?” Warren asked as he began lashing Annelies’ body with his riding crop.

“MMM-HMMMM,” Annelies wailed through her gags.

“Are you a pig too? Show me what a pig you are!”

Annelies gave several snorts and tried to wiggle her snout. A loud squeak left her as Warren swatted her again.

“Do you deserve this?”

“MMM-HMMMM!”

“Are you glad that I won, pigger?”

“MMM-HMMMM!”

“You want me to fuck you? You wanna be my queen of hearts?”

“MMMM-HMMMM!” Annelies’ head shook wildly as spittle and sweat flew into the air with wild abandon. 

“Alright,” Warren rasped as he got onto the bed behind Annelies. “Just so we’re crystal clear how badly your saggy pork nigger ass wants a white dick inside it.”

Even before he began to thrust, Kalisha knew that he’d penetrated her mother. Annelies’ eyes went wide open, almost cartoonishly so, and a muffled squeal rang out from her muzzled mouth. 

Kalisha couldn’t look away. She was on the cusp of an orgasm, and she’d never felt so low in all her life that it would come from watching Warren Hayes turning her mother into his personal fuck-pet after having already fucked Kalisha in front of more than a dozen Marines. ‘They’re still counting up votes,’ she thought absurdly. ‘They’re still counting Trump’s votes, and Warren Hayes is fucking my mama’s ass… not even an hour after he fucked mine… my panties are in her mouth and she doesn’t even know it.’ Perhaps it was this thought which proved the final straw, for she was seized by a climax so strong that she nearly bit the pacifier bulb in half to keep silent.

Outside the closet, her mother’s squeals became louder and louder. Her eyes were crossed, making for a truly disgraceful expression with the pig-snout and ball-gag. Warren wasn’t even holding onto her anymore; he was thrusting as fiercely as ever, while he seized the bottom part of her Confederate cape and flapped it up and down. “Super Pigger,” he gasped as he gave a grim leer. “That’s what we’ll call you from now on. Super Pigger!”

“HMMMMMMMMMM!” Annelies buckled, and might have fallen forward if she wasn’t secured in place. Her body glistened with sweat as drool made its way out of her mouth. Her eyes remained crossed as her noises degenerated into low grunts while Warren continued ramming his cock inside her. The sound of skin slapping against skin increased in speed and ferocity, until Warren let out a bellow.

Kalisha was awestruck by the noise of his orgasm, as she always was. More than ever, she believed the notion which she’d always dismissed as sexist bullshit. There really were alpha males in life, and Warren Hayes was one of them. He had claimed her and her mother alike, whether they liked it or not. A second orgasm caused her limbs to twitch and jolt against her bonds. 

“You know what the best part of all this is?” Warren gasped as he leaned forward while catching his breath.

“Mm-mmm…” Annelies grunted weakly. She gave another yelp as Warren slipped out of her asshole and got off the bed. His legs were shaky, but Kalisha was astounded to see that he still had an erection. His cock glistened with fluids and semen continued to leak from the tip.

“You’ve been setting a great example, Super Pigger,” he explained as he staggered towards the closet. “You’re a real role model! Just like you always wished you could be.”

Kalisha was too dazed by her own bliss to take in the meaning of his words. It wasn’t until the closet doors were suddenly rammed open, and Warren stood over her so that his erect dick rubbed against her face, that Kalisha realised what had happened.

The foul smell of his manhood, coupled with the fact that he had cum inside her and her mother’s assholes with it, made Kalisha scream into her gags. She screamed louder as Warren stepped to the side so that Anneliese could see her daughter for the first time.

Annelies stared at her blankly, but her eyes quickly grew wide with horror. Tears ran down Kalisha’s cheek as she struggled against her bonds and sucked her binky while her nostrils flared.

“I gotta say,” Warren chuckled as he stood beside Kalisha. “This would have made my night even if I lost and Kamala won.”

Annelies began to match Kalisha’s muffled howls before glaring murderously at Warren. 

“Come the fuck on,” Warren laughed. “You really didn’t think it was me that blew your daughter’s back out in this motel? Hell, you didn't realise whose panties are in your mouth right now?”

Annelies looked away and began to whimper, but Warren seized her so that she faced him and Kalisha again.

"Don't feel too bad," he taunted her. "Your daughter's in no position to judge you. Just look at how wet her snatch is if you don't believe me!"

With that, he dragged Kalisha’s chair out of the closet so that Kalisha’s knees touched the bed. She could smell the rank stench coming from her mother’s body, and her saggy boobs were dangling right in front of her eyes. “MAGA 4EVER” taunted her in bold black letters against her dark brown skin. Kalisha could only imagine how degrading she must look to her mama. 

“Long past time you two figured out the facts,” Warren lectured them both as he gripped mother and daughter by their hair. “Daddy’s home, and he’s gonna be the one in charge from now on.”

Chapter Text

“Mmm-Phmmm! Mmm-Hmmm mphmmm!”

“Cope harder, slut,” Warren replied cheerfully as he lashed Kalisha’s round ass with his horsewhip.

After an indignant and miserable shriek, Kalisha obediently moved her head forward before resuming her pitiful protests.

Kalisha was at the end of the bed so that her big fat ass was looming over the edge. Her legs were tucked beneath her, secured with coils of rough rope, while her arms were bound tightly behind her back. He’d also applied a strict rope harness to her breasts so that they were swollen and stiff between the mattress and the weight of her own body. She looked like an overcooked Thanksgiving turkey, if the turkey had had the thermometer wedged in its ass. The metal tip of her butt plug quivered with every movement her hips made.

Warren had secured a double-ended penis gag to her head with a full harness. One end was inside her mouth, the other was acting as a dildo for Annelies. Kalisha wrinkled her nose and shut her eyes at the sight of her mother’s sloppy cunt up close. As the dildo pushed deeper inside of Annelies, her fleshy flaps wrapped themselves around the shaft until they were closing in on her daughter’s nose.

“Don’t be such a little bitch,” Warren admonished Kalisha with a laugh. “You came out of that thing once, right? How bad can it be?” He leaned his face forward and took a long whiff of Annelies’ musky scent. “On second thought, never mind.” Kalisha tried to shoot him a watery-eyed glare while he turned his attention to her mother. 

Annelies was wearing the Democrat binky which her daughter had been sucking on, covering her chin beneath her pig-snout. Like Kalisha, she was dumbstruck at her own daughter being made to penetrate her, but she was in no position to object. Warren had re-tied his piggy pet so that her legs were forcibly spread as far apart as she could manage, held in place by a strict spreader-bar on her ankles. Her arms were secured to the front of the bed by rope which left her stretched nearly taut. Like her daughter, she too had a sizable butt plug secured up her ass.

“Lemmmma ghooom fffeeeth,” she moaned as her chest heaved up and down with each breath. It was clear from her sweaty appearance and her state of distress that the dildo was already doing its work, whether she liked it or not.

Warren ignored her plea as he slapped both of her floppy black tits. He’d secured two long stripper tassels to her nipples, and she understandably gave a loud squeal when his hand struck them.

“Oh, we’re just getting started,” he promised her. “You’ve got a long way to go before you figure out your proper place again. I’m gonna make sure you figure it out. You and your daughter, tonight.” 

He turned and gave Kalisha’s ass a hard slap with his hand, prompting another undignified wail. “You’re gonna make your saggy mama dance for her massa, you hear? Just like I’m gonna bleach your nigger cunt.”

With that, he got behind her and positioned the head of his cock beneath her plugged-up asshole, right up against her own impressive meat flaps. They were moist and steaming to touch, and he could smell her pungent juices mixing with her sweat.

Without warning, Warren pushed his cock inside Kalisha’s puss. It made a loud ‘squelch’ as he pushed his way in, betraying her receptive state. 

Daughter and mother alike began to whimper and moan. Kalisha’s head was thrust forward by the force of Warren’s thrusts, causing her nose to be pressed right up against her mother’s pelvis. She was already moist, much to Kalisha’s mounting embarrassment. She could no longer see how Annelies was shaking her head wildly, as if trying to deny what was happening. Her eyes were wide, glaring in horror and fury at Warren, who simply spat towards her face.

“Cope harder, Aunt Jemima,” he taunted, spitting again so that it landed right between her aging titties. The tassels were spinning now; she was no longer the career politician who had cultivated such a poised image of progress and determination. Now she looked like a worn-out fetish stripper. Her limbs were so thoroughly secured that she could scarcely even struggle against her bonds. She could only whimper beneath her pacifier and her pig-snout. It was a sight that made Warren groan with frustration as he struggled to rein in his passion.

“You know,” he gasped as he slowed his pace. “You two have been a couple of the biggest pains in the asses that I ever came across. Couldn’t even start to talk about all the times I wished I could put you uppity bitches in your place. But this? This proves’ there’s a God, and He is just.” He slapped both of Kalisha’s cheeks to emphasize his proclamation.

“How about a good squeal, Pigger?” he ordered Annelies.

In the past, he usually got her to a point where she was willing to obey his commands, and utterly disgrace herself by choice to inflame her own passions. She had reached that point earlier that night. But the revelation of her daughter’s presence had driven all that easy submission from Annelies’ attitude. 

“Bebba,” she snarled. “Bebba aban boo buggen peeba shhhhittthhh!” 

The binky twitched up and down with every word she tried to speak. Warren paused to laugh at how nonsensical her gag-talk sounded. His mirth only caused Annelies to get even more enraged. She shook her head furiously, too angry to stop ranting when Warren took out his phone and began recording her tirade.

“That’s it, you old slut,” he called. “You think you’re gonna stop me drilling your daughter with that kind of talk? Come on, nigger, learn to speak it proper!” He began spanking Kalisha to prompt moans from her, which made Annelies try to shout over her daughter’s noises. Warren nearly dropped his phone three times; he could scarcely breathe between thrusting and letting gusts of laughter at the ridiculous sight unfolding before him.

“Oh God,” he exclaimed as he put his phone down. “That’s the best concession speech I ever heard!”

With that, he focused entirely on slamming his dick as deep into Kalisha as he could manage. His flat stomach slammed against her buttcheeks, which agitated the plug inside of her. In return, her dildo gag provoked heated noises from Annelies as she could only watch Warren defile her daughter. 

She was still hollering like the stuck pig she was when her wide, blazing eyes suddenly began to turn cross-eyed, and her shouts morphed into loud moans of passion. 

“MMMMMM,” Kalisha wailed, obviously mortified as she was making her own mother orgasm. A squirt of juices splashed her face and prompted yet more protests. 

That proved too much for Warren. He gave a loud cry, both of triumph and ecstasy. His seed spurted deep into Kalisha’s pussy, which produced yet more squelch noises as her roast beef curtains were stretched along his throbbing cock.

His calls were matched by wails of defeat from Annelies, but Kalisha’s scream was unmistakably an orgasm. Her insides clenched themselves around Warren’s white rod, embracing her new daddy’s staff.

As he finished spurting inside her, Warren lowered himself so that his chest was aligned with Kalisha’s back. Their sweat and warmth mixed together as Warren spoke just loud enough for Annelies to hear his words. “Nothing like taming an uppity nigger, huh?”

As he and Annelies stared at her, Kalisha suddenly shook her head in agreement with Warren’s remark even as she gave a low growl of delight. The penis gag gleamed in the light, with the outer penis coated in a layer of Annelies’ juices.

“Like mother, like daughter,” Warren observed, even as he slipped his cock out of her trembling body. 

“I’d say this was a very productive night,” he declared as he straightened up and got off the bed. He began filming them as they quivered in a swampy mess of their own taboo bliss. “How about we make this a more regular thing, hmm? I’m sure you two got enough issues between you to keep us going for a long time. How about it?”

There was a pause, filled only by the two women struggling to regain their breaths. Then, with a low whimper, Annelies and Kalisha both nodded their heads. 

“Good.” Warren put away his phone and began untying Annelies. “Now get out of here. I don’t care where you go and I don’t care how.” He gave Kalisha’s breast a good squeeze as he worked on one of her mother’s bonds. “By the way, you’re both invited to my victory gala. I’ll make sure it’s worth all our whiles.”

He didn’t know what he loved to see on their faces more: the immediate lustful interest in such a prospect, or the shame and self-disgust which immediately replaced it.

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They hadn’t showered before they left. They’d mutually decided it was more important to get out of there than to get cleaned up. Besides, it would take a lot of scrubbing to get his words off their skin. They had tried not to look at each other as they got dressed and went to the car. 

As she avoided Jeremy’s leer, Kalisha put aside any wish to get an Uber or a taxi. Annelies didn’t question it when Kalisha hurried to the car with her. Neither said anything as they sat in the front seats and stared ahead as Annelies drove them out of the parking lot. 

Kalisha looked down into her lap, trying not to notice the way she reeked through her clothes.

“You got Plan B, Kalish?”

Kalisha flinched. Her mother sounded so casual after everything they’d done and endured. It almost unnerved her more that Annelies sounded normal rather than traumatised.

“Baby? I can get you some. There’s a drug store...” 

Kalisha shook her head rapidly, disgusted at the thought of her or Annelies walking into a store before they could get cleaned up. “You don’t have to. I got some at home, mama.” 

She was a graduate contemplating work on a Master’s. She had organised protests and rallies. She had stood up to arrogant men four times her age. None of that mattered now, or so it seemed. She couldn’t remember feeling so subdued and shy, not even when Annelies had had to pick her up from a house party while she was high on weed.

A question suddenly left her before she could process what she was about to say. 

“Mama, how long were you and…” she couldn’t finish. 

Annelies was silent for some time. The awkward stillness seemed to suck all the air out of the car as they kept going. Kalisha shifted in her seat; her labia felt sensitive and sticky.  

Finally, Kalisha worked up the nerve to glance at her mother. She was gripping the steering wheel and staring straight ahead. It didn’t matter; Kalisha could still see the capital “P” scrawled on Annelies’ forehead. “Is that why Daddy left?”

Annelies’ jaw clenched tightly, but this question prompted her to speak. “No, baby. Your father and I had a lot of problems before that. He never found out about Warren blackmailing me.”

“Blackmailing?” Kalisha gave a start. “What’s he got on you?”

“He caught me with… with someone else,” she admitted shamefully. “It would have destroyed both our careers if he talked about it, or showed the videos to anyone.”

“Was it Mr. Waggoner?”

“Oh God…” Annelies shuddered. Her stony countenance almost cracked before she silently nodded.

“I knew it.” She spoke the words in the most muted and mundane tone imaginable. After everything that had happened tonight, this revelation felt so paltry.

Still, she was in no position to judge her mother. With a sigh of her own, Kalisha slumped back in the car seat, wrinkling her nose at the smell of Annelies’s dried juices on her face. “He didn’t need to blackmail me.”

She could feel her mother’s eyes upon her for just a moment. “So,” she murmured softly, “when you were at the motel…”

“Yeah…” Kalisha admitted. “He kept me in a room and made me watch the debate.” 

“That motherfucker,” Annelies cursed. Kalisha didn’t have the heart to point out the irony of calling him that.

They didn’t say anything else for the rest of the car ride. Only when Annelies drove into their driveway, and turned off the engine, did she turn to her daughter again. “If it makes you feel any better…” she paused, as if to muster the courage to speak again. “Warren hasn’t used his blackmail on me for years.”

Kalisha looked at her mother with shock. “So you like it, then?”

Annelies’s eyes closed. “I hate how much I like it,” she whispered. 

“Me too,” Kalisha admitted as she looked away. She still wasn’t used to seeing her mother with “Pigger” written across her forehead. 

She felt her mother put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Me too,” Kalisha repeated.

They sat in the car for a moment, stewing in the air of defeat which mixed with their shared stenches.

“Still,” Kalisha murmured. “Doesn’t change anything, does it?”

Annelies didn’t meet her eyes. “No,” she whispered.

It seemed like the final nail in the coffin. Kalisha felt a wave of melancholy, resentment, and self-loathing hit her. It had been obvious already, but Annelies’ answer was an undeniable confirmation that they both wanted this to continue, whether they liked it or not.

And yet, Kalisha suddenly felt closer to her mother than she’d ever felt before. She had always strove so hard to meet the seemingly impossible standard which her mother continually set. Her own secret adventures with Warren had been overwhelming, especially because she feared what Annelies would think of her and her twisted desires. But now, this was the first time when she felt as though they were both on the same level.

When they finally went inside, both disappeared into their own respective showers. It took Kalisha considerable amounts of scrubbing to make any headway into getting Warren’s words off her skin. She finally gave up and emerged from the shower with half-faded messages, but at least she smelled good again, and her hair looked good again.

After she got dressed in light pajamas, Kalisha went to check on her mother. When she came in, she saw that Annelies was already in her bed, watching the news. She was also thoroughly washed, lying on her bed in an old-fashioned dressing-gown. Much to Kalisha’s surprise, there was no sign of marker on her forehead. 

“How did you do that, mama?” Kalisha asked, pointing to Annelies’ foreheads.

“Hand sanitizer,” Annelies answered. “A bit of that will take the marker right out. You need some?”

“Nah,” Kalisha answered, shaking her head. “Just thought you might want some company?”

Annelies looked at her for a moment, then nodded. “Sure.”

They sat together on the bed, with Annelies’ arm over Kalisha’s shoulder, watching the news report time and again that Trump had won. It was yet another sign that Warren Hayes and his ilk had once again smashed progressives into the ground, as seemed to be an American tradition by this point.

And yet, as Kalisha sat there, resting her head on Annelies’s shoulder, she couldn’t truly regret what had happened. It was almost liberating to know that they were both so similar in such an intimate and humiliating way. It almost made things make a bizarre sort of sense to her, though it also repulsed her to think that Warren had been right in any sort of way. 

The last thing that went through her mind before she and Annelies fell asleep together with the TV still on was wondering just what would happen at Warren’s gala, and what sort of degrading low he’d make them stoop to next.

Chapter Text

Their instructions came to them in the mail. He gave them detailed instructions on where to go and what to wear.

It had only been a few days, but Kalisha was already recovering her sense of self-worth and her  righteous indignation at what she had been made to endure.

Over the first few days of Trump’s surprise election, Kalisha had quickly reached out to her activist friends like Jada, Krystol, and Cadence. They’d tried to organize a demonstration, and Kalisha had almost felt back to normal. But their efforts were futile; fewer people showed up than they hoped for, and their demonstration felt like an utterly futile gesture to Kalisha. It was as though Warren was right there beside her, jeering and laughing at her and her friends.

It also didn’t help that Warren had given her phone number to the Marines at the base. Now she repeatedly received dick pics, photoshopped pictures of her, and worst of all, screenshots or video clips of what they’d seen on that depraved night. She had never before realised that her eyes crossed as much as her mother’s did when she was in the middle of what the Marines dubbed her “coon face”, which managed to slut shame her while also being twice as racist as it would normally have been.

Thankfully, the Marines hadn’t seen the worst of what had happened. They hadn’t seen her be forced to masturbate her own mother, feel her love juices splash all over her face. She had always considered herself to be a sexually progressive feminist, but she hadn’t ever wanted or needed to hear what her mother sounded like - let alone smelled like - when she climaxed. 

Whether she liked it or not, Kalisha often dreamed of that night. She was there again, squealing like a stuck pig as Warren’s shaft had invaded her, claimed her, and made her grovel like the queen of hearts she’d always tried not to be. 

She was also becoming more withdrawn from her mother again. Annelies’ attempts to bond with her over this shared humiliation, this same degradation… her disgust grew exponentially that this was what her mother had embraced, no matter how unwillingly it may have been at first.

Thus, when she came home one day and saw that their assigned costumes and written instructions had been delivered to Annelies’ home, she couldn’t help but confront her.

“We can’t go back, Mama,” Kalisha demanded. “We’re better than this!”

In all her years, Annelies had never been a woman who gave up before the fight even began. She had angattempts to belittle her or dismiss her. Now, her expression was subdued and wretched.

“You don’t have to go,” she murmured. “But I promise you, Kalish, I’ve been doing this for years. I know how it’s gonna play out.”

“No,” Kalisha yelled. “You don’t know that!” 

“Baby,” Annelies pleaded. “I hate to say it, but I saw the look on your face when he came inside you.”

“What the fuck, Mama!?” Kalisha clapped her hands to her ears. “Who even are you?”

Annelies’s eyes flashed. “Alright, you wanna talk that way to me? Answer me this, and I’ll know if you lying! How many times have you been thinking on it? And you know what I mean.” 

Kalisha opened her mouth, then closed it again. “Whatever…” She turned away and stomped to her room. But she had also known what her decision would be.

Thus, on the day of the victory gala, Kalisha and Annelies put on their costumes and slipped into their car through the safety of the garage, confident that the tinted windows would disguise their shame from casual view. They wore the costumes, and nothing else, as they’d been ordered by Warren, and it was clear that he wanted to make them feel uncomfortable the entire car ride. 

Kalisha had been given a Wonder Woman outfit to wear, in the style of the TV series rather than the movies. But it was also a version of the costume which a porn parody would think wasn’t subtle enough. As Warren had demanded, she’d designed her hair into a frizzy afro, with Wonder Woman’s tiara going right across her forehead and hairline. The blue skirt bedecked with silver stars was barely halfway to her knees, so that it easily rode up her bare ass when she sat down on the car seat. Her top was strapless, meanwhile, and had also been refitted. It no longer covered her breasts, and indeed had been designed to leave them bare, with the costume settling right under her bust to present them. It also made them jiggle every time she took a step. Worst of all was her bright red cape, which ended just above her ass and proudly bore Trump’s slogan “Make America Great Again”.

Annelies, meanwhile, was wearing a slutty cowgirl outfit which made her look like an old stripper in some backwater Texas bar. Her chaps - designed with the Confederate flag - were assless and crotchless, while still covering most of her legs. She’d been made to straighten her hair, like a true Aunt Jemima, so that it flowed silkily from under a red MAGA-emblazoned cowgirl hat. There was also a white handkerchief around her neck, with pink polka dots decorating it, with “Nigger Slut” written in bold black letters. She wasn’t permitted to wear any kind of top; all she was allowed to put on were two large red nipple pasties - one with “MA” and one with “GA” written on them - and two long stripper tassels attached beneath the letters.

Kalisha sat in silence, determined not to look at her mother while stewing in utter shame about her own look. It was clear that they were meant to be the entertainment at Warren’s victory gala, whatever that was going to be.

The directions led them to the outskirts of the city, to a wealthy-looking neighborhood. Kalisha had rarely come here; this was where the well-to-do families gathered, some of them boasting five generations of affluence. None were crass enough to fly Confederate flags, but Kalisha knew for a fact that the chief of police lived among these houses, as did several city councilors, doctors, and several professors from her university.

The mansion they drove up to was built in a lavish style that rich white people seemed to think conveyed class. It was actually a garish monstrosity which tried to evoke some kind of European architecture fused with a ‘modern’ style that just made her want to puke.

The gate was closed, forcing Annelies to lower part of the window and announce herself at the intercom.

“Show us more of your costume,” came the smug reply. 

Kalisha felt herself growing hot with rage as she watched her mother lower the window all the way down so that the security camera took in a full view of her boobs. 

Laughter met the sight. “What a pair of sad-looking hangers,” the original voice called out derisively. “No wonder you lost.”

There was a buzzing noise as the gates opened. Annelies stone-facedly rolled the window back up and drove into the garage as it opened for them as well.

Kalisha was shaking as she got out of the car. “What the fuck are we doing here?”

“Baby,” Annelies murmured. “You know the answer to that.” She looked mortified as she stood beside the car.

The side door opened, and Warren Hayes strode into the garage. “Right on time,” he observed, smirking as he stared hungrily at Kalisha and her mom. “My god, I’ve never seen you two so gussied up.” He reached out and gave Kalisha’s boobs a hard squeeze. “Now this is what I call a DEI casting.”

“Fuck you,” Kalisha growled. She was tempted to cover up her exposed boobs, or her puss, but she was determined to repress her shame. It would only amuse Warren more. 

Warren didn’t seem to mind as he approached and put his hands on her boobs. “Still acting too big for your britches, huh? We’ll fix that, don’t worry.” He jerked his head, ordering them to follow him.

Kalisha felt miserable as she obeyed, looking away from Annelies as she did the same. They walked down a long hallway behind Warren, only for him to lead them down into the basement.

It was a full-on BDSM dungeon that awaited them. Candles were lit for extra ambience, clashing with the cheap carpeting laid out across the floor. Rows and rows of bondage equipment lined the walls, and there were several contraptions which were designed to inflict pain and humiliation alike. Christian Grey himself would be impressed with this setup, Kalisha thought as she took in the details all around her with growing dread, especially the camera set up to record their degradation.

“Stand there, niggers.” Warren pointed to a spot by a large fireplace, right in range of the camera. Kalisha glared at him, but followed the order nonetheless.

Without warning, Warren turned and seized a wicked-looking horsewhip from its place on the wall. His face contorted with fury as he lashed at both Kalisha and Annelies alike. They screamed in pain and surprise as the whip struck their breasts, asses, and pussies.

“When I give you two orders,” Warren snarled, “you address me accordingly.” He pointed at Annelies. “You call me Massa.” He pointed at Kalisha. “You call me Daddy.”

“Yes Massa,” Annelies whimpered. There were tears in her eyes as she massaged her left breast where Warren had struck it.

Kalisha bit her lip as she restrained the words she wanted to scream at Warren, but she was too sore to risk him striking her or her mother again. “Yes Daddy,” she murmured.

“Good.” Warren put the horsewhip down on a small table and grabbed two coils of rope. “Put your arms behind your backs.”

As they murmured “Yes, Massa” and “Yes, Daddy”, Kalisha and Annelies did as they were told. They said nothing as Warren bound their arms tightly behind their backs. They didn’t even look at each other. Kalisha’s mind was racing as she tried to imagine what was going to happen to them down here, and how long they’d be his personal slaves.

After their arms were completely secured, Warren added chains and manacles to their ankles, so that they would be forced to only make small steps.

“And now for those mouths…” Kalisha shuddered, wondering what he had in store for them. She wanted to turn around and look, but she worried that it would make her look afraid, or weak. So she stood where she was, stiff and straight as a soldier, not even glancing at her mother, who began to moan as Warren began with her. 

“I’ll tell you what, Pigger” Warren mused. “You really did a fantastic job raising your daughter. She knows her place as well as you do, and it only took her twenty something years.” He slapped Annelies’ bare ass hard enough that it sound like a whip cracking against her skin. Kalisha flinched as Annelies gave a shrill squeal in response. 

“Tank yoo, ‘assa,” Annelies whimpered.

Kalisha couldn’t stop herself any longer. Swiveling her head, she saw that her mother was wearing her pig snout again, and her mouth was kept open by a large ring gag. A line of drool was already going down her chin and dripping onto one of her breasts. 

Warren, who was smirking at the demeaning sight, slapped her ass again. “Go on, make those tassels swing, Pigger. Be a good role model for your daughter now!” 

“Yea, ‘Assa,” moaned Annelies as she began shaking her shoulders. Kalisha wanted to look away as her mother made her tassels spin in a circle, but she knew Warren would punish her or Annelies if she didn’t watch. More drool trickled from Annelies’ open mouth as she continued to shimmy. 

Meanwhile, Warren turned his attention to Kalisha. 

“As for you,” Warren commanded. “I expect discipline and obedience, even from monkeys like you. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Kalisha hated how easily the words came to her lips, and also how seeing him humiliate her mother was only adding to her state of cognitive dissonance.

“Now,” Warren commanded. “And go smell your mama’s pussy.”

“What?” Kalisha stared at him, appalled and infuriated by the suggestion. 

Warren did not hesitate. His hand reached out and slapped both her breasts. Two sharp cracks sounded out, along with Kalisha’s scream. 

“Did I fucking stutter?” Warren demanded. He slapped her breasts as they quaked and quivered like two dark brown jellos.

“No Daddy,” Kalisha moaned, shaking her head wildly, loathing how helpless she felt, and loathing even more how wet she was between her legs.

With some difficulty, she knelt down and shuffled over to her mother and stuck her nose towards her crotch. As Warren had ordered, both mother and daughter had completely shaved their pussies, so that there was nothing to block the sight of Annelies’ long labia, quivering as Kalisha breathed in the smell.

“Good girl,” Warren praised her, patting Kalisha’s shoulder. “How about you use that big tongue of yours to clean her saggers  next.”

Kalisha was repulsed, shooting Warren a glare of loathing, but she didn’t disobey him. Standing up again, she leaned forward and licked at the sweat and drool which was rapidly collecting on Annelies’ chest. A moan left her mother’s mouth as she did so; Kalisha tried not to determine what that moan meant, for there was no good answer.

Suddenly, she felt Warren stand behind her. Before she could react, she felt a large ball gag being shoved into her open mouth. “MMPH,” she exclaimed as Warren secured the gag in place.

“Hold still, coon,” he warned, even as he secured two large clamps to her long black nipples.  

As Kalisha howled in response to the nipple clamps, she bit down on the gag in her mouth. It was bigger than any ball gag she’d ever had before, stretching her jaw to its limits. Strangely, though, it wasn’t shaped like a regular ball. The gag had a spiraling texture, which she quickly realized was making her drool even faster than Annelies had. She could only make angry and embarrassed noises as saliva practically poured out of her mouth, especially after Warren grabbed both her lips and yanked them as far forward as possible. 

“You know what to do, Pigger.”

“Hmph,” Kalisha groaned as her mother bent forward with her tongue sticking out past her ring gag. Now it was Kalisha’s turn to moan as her mother licked every inch of her generous breasts, including her nipples.

“Keep going,” Warren ordered.

Kalisha stood in place, trying to remain as composed as possible to deny Warren his complete victory. That swiftly ended when she felt something long, hard, and slipper push its way into her anus with a small ‘pop’ sound. At first, she wasn’t sure what it was, until it began to vibrate inside her ass. 

“MMMPHHH!” It wasn’t out of pain that she screamed, but of anger. She understood exactly what Warren was doing, and she tried to resist it. Annelies seemed to realise what was happening too, for she began to mewl as she continued cleaning her daughter’s tits.

“Pigger,” Warren ordered, “get on your knees and clean her filthy snatch.”

Kalisha was horrified; Annelies seemed to be as well, for she froze where she was. Warren put an end to that with several lashes on her body with the horsewhip.

“Mm-MMM!” Kalisha stared at the grinning Warren as she stood in place, refusing to look down as her mother’s tongue made contact with her long labia and clitoris. The laps sent pulses through her body, whether she liked it or not, all while the vibrating butt plug made her legs tremble. 

“Not so proud now,” Warren gloated. He stepped forward and began pulling at the nipple clamps to make Kalisha scream louder. “Go on and cum, you filthy ape. And grunt like the gorilla you are, or I’ll make her lick your ass next.”

Kalisha did not doubt Warren’s intent. Thus, she made no objection, or perhaps it was something else which motivated her by that point. Warren stepped back again and struck at Annelies' rump with the horsewhip. "Go on, Wonder Whore," he commanded as Annelies whimpered. "You wanna spare your mama? Show me what a good gorilla you can be!"

“Ooo! Ooo, ooo, ooo!” She made her noises louder and louder to drown out the sounds leaving Annelies’ mouth as she continued to eat her out. She continued to do that until her grunts became higher-pitched. 

Ecstasy washed over her so thoroughly that she felt her eyes cross. She suddenly didn’t feel angry or ashamed. The sensation was so powerful that she nearly fell to her knees. Annelies continued to lick at her as she came, though whether that was due to Warren’s insistence or something else, Kalisha was no longer sure.

Warren was laughing as he slowly applauded. “Nothing like watching a nigger get broken in,” he mused as he approached Kalisha and patted her slippery tits. “That’s what you are, right? A dirty nigger?”

“Mm-hmmm,” Kalisha nodded, still in a complete daze as she struggled to see straight.

“Alright,” Warren declared. “Now get on your knees like your mama.” 

He’d already taken out his dick by the time Kalisha obeyed, and it was already stiff at attention. Kalisha couldn’t help but grimace at the sight and smell of it as he stepped forward. It was clear that he hadn’t washed himself down there for some time.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” Warren told them. “Pigger’s gonna clean my shaft. Show your little Wonder Whore why we call you Anne the Least.”

With that, he stepped forward and pushed his cock into Annelies’ open mouth. As he began to thrust, Annelies began unleashing a series of belabored grunts. Kalisha noticed for the first time that there were silvery tear tracks on her mother’s face, but she didn’t know what had caused them. 

Slowly, despite the fact that the butt plug was still vibrating inside her, Kalisha felt herself recovering a bit of her awareness. Waves of shame hit her as she watched Warren face-fuck her mother, who’d just finished coaxing her into an orgasm… She felt an urge to scream at what Warren had made them do, especially because he hadn’t made them do anything. They’d chosen this, they had had every chance to refuse, and they’d arrived anyway. 

The worst of it was that this was only the beginning of what was sure to be a thoroughly humiliating night.

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Warren grinned as he looked his two pets up and down.

After he’d given Annelies a good face-fucking while her daughter watched, he’d put two blue collars on their necks - decorated with Democrat donkeys - connected to each other by a short chain. In addition, he’d taken two whole tubes of body oil and lubricated every inch of their exposed skin. As a result, their tits, asses, and bald pussies gleamed and glinted.

He had never imagined he’d have so much good fortune in his life. It felt like a reward from God, for all the services he’d committed for Him and for his country. 

Seeing his longtime Democrat rival, his longtime hate-fuck sidepiece, pleasing her own daughter to orgasm with her tongue… it had almost been enough to make him lose complete control and spend himself right there. He’d restrained himself, just barely. There would be more time for that later, though, and so he made the final preparations for his party.

He’d called this event a victory gala, but he had always had a disdain for grand ballrooms and formal suit-and-tie events. Instead, he would celebrate his victory with a big cook-out in the backyard. And just like the Roman triumphs of old, his defeated rival and her daughter would be on full display for ridicule.

On top of that, he’d replaced Annelies’ ring gag with an old pair of his underwear, as well as the binky gag that had made her and Kalisha whimper and groan with shame. The drool-gag remained in Kalisha’s mouth, and she continued to spew saliva onto her well-oiled titties.

Tugging on their connected collars, Warren led his pets to his very spacious backyard. Fifty people could comfortably hang out on the cobblestones and the grassy lawn. Two formidable barbecues stood beneath the second floor’s considerable balcony, which was supported by several wooden columns set in the paved ground. There was a long pool on the east side of the yard, complete with a diving board on the far end. On top of that, the backyard was ringed with a high fence and tall trees so that nosy neighbours couldn’t see what was going on.

Two Caucasian men were already setting up the barbecues. They glanced at Annelies and Kalisha with unabashed smirks on their faces, and a blatant longing in their eyes. Warren laughed, both at their expressions, and at the humiliated moans emanating from his two pets.

“Appetizers ready?” Warren asked his workers, who duly pointed to several trays of fried green tomatoes and cornbread fritters.

“Perfect. Attach the first trays to these house niggers.” Brandishing his phone, Warren took pictures of Annelies in her humiliating cowgirl outfit and Kalisha the black Wonder Woman porn parody. Both glared at him and shook their bound bodies to show their indignation, but it only caused their tits to swing and their bodies to shimmer.

It also didn’t stop the workers from arranging a tray of appetizers to their torsos. Each tray sat beneath their breasts, secured with shoulder straps. 

“If either one of you spills a crumb,” Warren warned, “I’ll make you sorrier than you’ve ever been in your lives.”

Both women’s defiance melted in the face of his threat; they knew who their master was. Thus, they offered no resistance or defiance when Warren undid the chain connecting their collars and set them on either side of the backyard, facing each other so they could see the other’s humiliation. He cuffed their ankles together so that they could only stand in place, living stands from which people could pick at the appetizers. Their oiled bodies were quickly becoming sweaty beneath the southern sun.

“Some further incentive to stand still,” Warren added, just before he slid two large and lubricated butt plugs into his pets. They squawked and whimpered, but they made no further movement as they stared forlornly at each other. 

Warren smirked as he sat in a lawn chair between them, so that he could easily look from one to the other. “See now, this is what my great-great grandads fought for. And what a reason to fight!” He grinned at Kalisha. “How’s this feel, huh? Feeling like a useful nigger?”

“MM-Hmmm,” Kalisha whimpered, nodding her head meekly as she kept the rest of her body still.

Warren took several more candid shots of his pets before the first guests began arriving. He had picked them carefully, of course. It wouldn’t do to have his financial backers here; not all of them would have approved of seeing his pets like this, and he couldn’t afford to snub any of them over such a reason. But there were quite a few men who were available for this special victory gala.

The first to arrive was Ezra Quarles, the chief of police, along with several of his subordinate officers. Warren had served under Quarles when the latter was still a Major. Both men shared a proud Confederate heritage, and a visceral hatred for woke politicians like Annelies Tillens. That hatred extended to her wilful activist daughter, with whom Quarles had experienced several run-ins and confrontations during protests and movements both on and off the college campus.

Now, he burst into satisfied laughter as he approached Kalisha. “Well well,” he remarked as he put his hands on both her plump titties and squeezed hard enough to make her squeal. “I can’t say I never dreamed of this, but I damn well didn’t bet it would ever happen!”

Warren laughed as he got up and clapped his former superior on the back. “A firm master is all these niggers need. You said it yourself.” He glanced at Kalisha. “Is that right?”

“Yech, Babby,” muttered Kalisha as she looked with shame down at her own boobs being groped by the police chief she’d once called a ‘pig’ and a ‘fascist’ to his face during a demonstration. 

“Fantastic work,” Quarles murmured, finally letting go of her tits to grab a fritter from the tray. He turned to go see Annelies, while his subordinates crowded round Kalisha and taunted her as they slapped and pinched her shiny black ass.

“Remember what I told you?” Warren admonished Kalisha as she did her best to stand stock-still. Her efforts failed when one police lieutenant grasped the end of her butt plug and wiggled it back and forth.

“HMMMMMMM!” Kalisha sprang a foot in the air, eyes wide from the effect. Several of the appetizers sliding off the tray. Her eyes widened even more as Warren stepped forward with a grim look on his face. “I scchhowy, Babby! I nng scho sccchhowy!” 

Warren smirked to see her act so subservient as the men continued to grope her body. “You’re in the shit-pit, nigger. Right where you always belonged.” 

It wasn’t long before Annelies was similarly compelled to let appetizers fall from her own tray. Warren didn’t punish either of them yet, however; he was saving that for later. In the meantime, the police officers were handed cold beers and more trays of appetizers to hold them while the meat continued to be grilled.

More members of the police department soon joined them, all of them eager to put their hands on Warren’s house pets. Several of them also took the time to spit in their faces, their bodies, but Warren forbade anything beyond that. For now, in any case.

What seemed so amusing to Warren was how quickly everyone took this event as a normal thing. After the initial delight and amazement, these guys were behaving as they would at any barbecue, with the two women being little more than interesting statues to occasionally ridicule and grope. Beyond them, the conversation was no different than normal, thanks to the lack of wives or kids.

Eventually, the new arrivals changed that. Warren hadn’t just invited his old cop friends, of course; that alone might have been enough to break his pets’ spirits once and for all. But he’d gone out of his way to find the most ways to put them in their place once and for all.

In pairs and in small groups, men began to arrive who had either served alongside Warren in the Marines, or else they had watched Warren fuck Kalisha’s brains out. Kalisha well recalled the latter, while Annelies moaned with dismay at the sight of the former. 

“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” Warren remarked as Kalisha watched her mother being mobbed by Warren’s former brothers-in-arms. “I used to invite those guys over so they could enjoy a good old-fashioned Marine train with your self-righteous mama there. Each one of those guys were cumming inside her holes while you were growing up!” 

Best of all were five young men that had volunteered for Warren’s campaign, each of whom had been members of a particular fraternity when Kalisha had been a student.

“Look at this!” One of them - a promising law clerk named Blake Velcoro - walked up to Kalisha and gave her a hard slap on her ass. 

“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Warren remarked, gesturing to Annelies. “Ever seen a sadder pair of titties? Look how far they’ve literally fallen.”

“You said it, Mr. Hayes,” Blake laughed. “They look like those full condoms we’d nail to Kalisha’s door back in college!” 

He immediately explained to those assembled how Kalisha had once gone to his frat house, completely high on weed, offering herself to anyone who wanted her. No fewer than twenty-five frat brothers had emptied their balls inside her before she was permitted to hobble back out, bow-legged and whimpering with half her clothes missing, left behind for the frat to claim as trophies.

Kalisha was weeping softly into her gag as laughter rang out all around her. Based on Annelies’ livid reaction, meanwhile, it was clear that she’d never heard that story before. 

“How’s that feel, Pigger?” Warren asked her as he grabbed both her floppy tits and yanked them so she had to hop forward several feet, spilling the rest of the appetizers from her tray. “How’s it feel knowing your daughter was the college bike?” A hateful snarl left her mouth, only for two of the frat boys to walk up and slap her exposed cunt hard enough to make her eyes water.

Warren laughed as he turned away from her, focusing his attention on Kalisha again. “This one’s mine,” he told the others. “I figure she’s got time yet to be a promising little bed-warmer.” Kalisha groaned as he seized her breasts and made her hop closer to Annelies before she too was made to kneel. That done, Warren got behind her and began loosening the front of his pants. 

“As for her,” Warren remarked, glancing smugly at Annelies, “I’ve been fucking her for years, and I know for a fact that she spread like cream cheese for every Democrat who might help her career. About time she supports the men who protect and serve. So while she’s enjoying the sight of me plowing her daughter, give this whiny woke bitch something to really moan about.”

“NMmmmmm! MMHH MM MMPHHMM!” Annelies’ eyes were wide with horror and outrage as she furiously sucked on her binky. The newcomers laughed at her reaction while they made her kneel on the grass as they formed a line behind her. 

“Take a good look at your mama now,” Warren suddenly whispered in Kalisha’s ear. “See how far she falls short when she gets a proper dicking.”

The first man - one of the frat boys who’d ravished Kalisha - went behind her and unzipped his pants. Kalisha knew he had entered her mother when Annelies’ eyes widened even further as she gave a loud squeal. As he began to thrust, there was a slapping sound as his stomach slammed against her ass, as well as a slurping noise from her penetrated puss.

“Watch it all,” Warren ordered, “or I’ll let all these cops use your asshole after I’m done with it.”

There was a time when Kalisha might have let out a snarl of defiance, but all that came out was a defeated moan. She continued to gaze at her mother’s degradation while she felt Warren’s erect dick penetrating her puss. It wasn’t long before she began to pant heavily, and dutifully make her ape noises the way Warren wanted. Across from her, Annelies did the same as her wide eyes became crossed.

Warren was taking his time, while the men opposite him were less casual. It wasn’t long before the vigour of their thrusts were sending Annelies into several peals of ecstasy. 

“You were the college bike,” Warren told Kalisha as he continued to give measured thrusts, “and your mama’s the city bike. And you both goddamn love it, don’t you?”

Kalisha’s shoulders were shaking, and a high-pitched whine left her mouth, but she nodded all the same.

Seized with inspiration, Warren reached forward and undid her gag so that it fell onto the grass. “Tell me what you are.”

“I’m your nigger slut, Daddy,” Kalisha moaned, half in shame and half in pleasure. “That’s all I am!” 

“Goddamn right,” Warren groaned, thrusting faster. 

“Oh yes,” Kalisha cried out. “Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me so hard!” 

“Someone fill this nigger’s mouth,” Warren called out. 

The men needed no further encouragement than that. A new line formed in front of Kalisha, who began slurping noisily as the first cock was thrust into her mouth. A pair of pale hands dug into her afro and gripped her skull.

It took all of Warren’s discipline to keep from finishing inside her. He wanted to enjoy it as long as he could. Meanwhile, the first guy in front of Kalisha finished in her mouth, as did four more of the assembled men. Above all that, Annelies’ cries were cut off when someone stood in front of her too. Both women were part of their own personal trains, with full steam ahead as one man after another creamed inside one of their holes.

Finally, Warren couldn’t resist anymore. He gave out a full-throated roar as his own climax spurted inside Kalisha while she was between dicks to suck. A wail left her own mouth as her body shook from the effort. “Ohh Daddy,” she croaked, her mouth clearly half-full of cum.

“That’s my nigger slut,” Warren gasped as he gripped her shiny black ass with both hands. “How do you feel about working as my personal assistant?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Kalisha whimpered. “I will.”

“Good girl,” Warren affirmed as he slowly slid out of her warm, sloppy puss. As he put his cock back in his pants, he gave a shout to the others. “Hey, let’s give these two niggers the finale they deserve!” 

Laughing and jeering, the men crowded around both Kalisha and Annelies, jerking themselves furiously. Dutifully, the women’s mouths opened wide, sticking out their long tongues as they went “Ahhhhh”. It didn’t take long before ropes of cum began splashing all over their sweaty black bodies. 

Finally, after every man had had their chance to decorate them with their seed, Warren put on some gloves and untied both his pets’ bonds. Both gasped as they fell forward on all fours, gasping and moaning as they stretched their sore limbs like animals in the grass.

“What a mess you two look,” Warren tut-tutted as he watched them. Their eyes were vacant, their tongues still hanging out of their mouths.

“Fucking braindead goons, they are,” one of the Marines joked. 

“It’s a common condition with niggers,” Quarles observed. “It’s a historical fact, they’re oversexed. Helps them out to have a white master.”

“I think they finally had their fill today,” Blake remarked, prompting laughter from the other sated men. 

“One thing left,” Warren observed. He turned to his pets. “Look at each other, sluts.”

Whether they were too exhausted to resist, or whether Quarles was right about their inherent biological subservience to Warren, they obeyed without question, still breathing heavily.

“Let’s see which of you can clean up the other one first,” Warren commanded. Astonished bursts of laughter left the others, as if they doubted Annelies and Kalisha would obey.

Their doubts were quickly ended. As one, mother and daughter plodded forward on shaking limbs and began to lick each other’s bodies, gasping and moaning as they sucked and slurped as much cum as they could. They left no inch of each other’s bodies untouched as the men roared with laughter. They even began sucking cum out of each others' pussies in their attempt to clean the other. 

Warren filmed it all on his phone, marveling at his success. He didn’t doubt that they’d be mortified when they came to their senses. Kalisha might even refuse to serve him as his PA. But even if she did, Warren knew that she and Annelies would both be back for more degradation. Hate it all they want, it still drove them wild to be treated like the dirty sluts they were.

END