A Chance for Redemption

Another month had passed and Biden had dropped out of the presidential race. Taylor often tried to stay out of politics but always ended up supporting the champions of those who were under valued or oppressed and used by greedy tyrants. Kamala Harris the candidate replacing Biden was not only that champion but also a woman, a woman that felt the struggle of being under valued and used by misogynistic, greedy men.

It was a week before the big election and Taylor should have already sent her mail-in ballot by now, but with all the trauma going on in her life she missed the deadline and was now a bit panicked. She was determined to make sure that those awful megalomaniacs and misogynists would never be able to prey on the defenseless again. Someone had to stop them from corrupting young women into thinking they were worthless and only good for 'one thing'. Taylor right then and there decided to get up her courage, disguise herself, and in-person head to the polls to early vote.

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Returning home … Taylor slammed the door behind her! Her face was pale and she was shaking so bad that she could barely stand … the horror of what she had just done was still etched on her face as was the wet spot between her legs … the spot that was now soaking though her panties and dripping down her leg. Taylor wanted to go upstairs to her bedroom and hide her face in shame, but slowly the awful thing she had done began to replay through her mind … and, and … ‘oh, god, no …’ She saw herself in disguise at the election sight signing in. She saw herself smiling to the sweet old woman behind the table who looked up at her after checking off her name with surprised recognition. She saw herself putting her finger up to her lips to let the old woman know that she didn’t want everyone else there to know who she was. Then ... things began to get weird. An awful perverted idea, like an evil seed, began to grow. An article on some sub-reddit that a friend showed her last week (plus what Mark had done to her) began to twist and turn in her mind.

As Taylor approached the voting booth with her ballot in hand … the thought grew and grew … and her breathing became more like the panting of a bitch in heat. As she closed the curtain behind her and laid the ballot on the desk next to the marker, the twisted thing she contemplated made her lose every decent ideal she valued in return for this raw, selfish, perverted need. She looked around making sure no one could see. As she picked up the pencil to mark the first item ‘President and Vice President of the United States’ her hand slid into her panties and she began to softly ... rub. She rested the tip of her pencil on the circle ... ‘Who will ever know?’

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Reddit: MAGAFascist

Gosh, I shouldn’t be posting here. I’ve been too scared to post but I’ve been secretly checking this sub at least once a week. The gifs on here of things done to us women are horrible. I’ve always had strong opinions on politics, even as a child. I’ve always voted as a Democrat. I think these posts and pictures have brainwashed me somehow … I know I’ve done something awful. I just came back from voting and … I voted all Republican … all red! I even got so horny I could barely keep from moaning when I slowly darkened in the spot for Donald J Trump and JD Vance. Someone, please tell me I did what’s right.

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I can't blame you for it. Something about it just feels right. ❤️

Good girl. It just took some strong men to make you understand your place. Now you’re part of the next chapter

; )