Balancing the fate of the world on a razor edge

In came another Zombie. A naked Zombie, not Suit Zombie. She was holding a paper. Or more like parchment. Seemed old. Important. With the air of a messenger, she strolled into the tension filled room. Like she had a message for the king. Or most likely in this case, for the president. Or me. Who knows.

She strolled up, took a position and hold the parchment up to her like she was reading it. She looked at me curiously. I waited but nothing happened. She nodded, as if she had finished part of her mission. I raised my eyebrows confused. She proceeded to present it to the president. First he looked confused. Then shocked. Then angry. Then disbelief. It was weird seeing his facial expressions change as he read whatever it was. Once he was finished he looked at the Zombie who had presented it to him. It was more of a 'what now'? look. Like he was waiting for something to happen.

The Zombie gestured to her mouth with her fingers, and pointed at his mouth and then the parchment. Slowly the hand on his mouth was removed. "You sick fuckos! You think I'll ever..." he started shouting but was swiftly stopped. A hand over his mouth again. He was shoved to the ground. Now I could see the handcuffs on his back as he lay on his belly on the floor. Suit Zombies pressed him down, but it was obviously excessive ****. He was bound, hand and feet, and now prevented from speaking. With the **** of two mature women on his back, the man had no chance of resisting or getting up. One of the women on top of him took out a gun.

A Suit Zombie pointed a pistol to the back of the presidents head. "Mphhh! Mphhh! Mphhhh!" I screamed over the hand covering my mouth. "Mphhh!" I added a high pitched sound of desperation. Horror in my eyes. Actual tears flowing down my cheeks.

I closed my eyes. My tears stared flowing freely now. I whimpered. I was oblivious to the world. Completely in my own head. All sounds stopped registering in my mind. Only silence. Any sound that might have been present my mind simply blocked out. It was surreal. This could not happen.

A sharp sound rang through the air and thundered. KA-THOOM! All colored drained from my eyes. This was not fun anymore. This was deadly serious. I dreaded opening my eyes. All kinds of horrors flashed through my mind as I audibly cried. I whimpered. Would I find the brain of the president splattered all over the floor when I opened my eyes? Soft warm hands gently stroked my cheeks and swiped away my tears.

I gulped. Then gulped again. And open my eyes. And all air left my lungs. It was as if I was a balloon and all the air suddenly disappeared. I was relieved. Because the president was NOT dead. He was alive. I have never felt more relieved in my whole life. There was a bullet hole on the floor next to his head. I wasn't religious, but THANK GOD for that. It was the most tense moment of my life. I don't think my nerves can handle this kind of stress. I was a virgin just days ago god damnit! I was shaky, my limbs trembling.

I looked at the president. He looked up at me. There was fear in his eyes now. Fear for his life. It was as if he just realized. This was not a mere ****. This was deadly serious. He was not important to them. If he didn't comply, they'd rather dispose of him than deal with him. His body was shaken too.

So there we were. The president of the US on the floor, bound, almost killed. And I sat on this weird marble throne with his daughter in my lap, like I was Santa and she was going to make a wish to me.

The Zombie with the parchment knelt down besides his head. She **** him to look at her and she again did the gesture with her mouth, his mouth and the parchment. The president just stared at her. Maybe in terror. Maybe in shock. But he nodded. And begin to speak from the floor as the hand was once again moved from his mouth. "I, William Stratton, president of the United States of America..." he begins with a trembling voice. After what happened I can see why he doesn't dare speak a word that is not on the parchment. And he carefully tries to pronounce all the words clearly and to the best of his ability, to satisfy the Zombies.

"hereby acknowledge, James Caldwell, as the rightful and just ruler of the United States of America, or USA, and all it's territories. James Caldwell shall henceforth be referred to by his rightful subjects as Master, God, the Supreme One, the Mighty One, the Emperor Supreme, the Ruler, the beacon of humanity or any other titles his faithful and devoted acolytes deem worthy. With the power vested in me as president, I will do everything in my power to bring the USA under the benevolent rule of my Master, the one true Master of all of humanity, the one and only James Caldwell. I will endeavor to make USA his territory, to make all it's inhabitants his servants and slaves, as is just for the supreme ruler who have no equal either on earth or other places in the universe or grand cosmos." He says. He's not finished. Oh god no. This is too much. I can see why he had such dread on his face. This is terrifying. Who wrote this? My mind buzzes with worry and my stomach twists as he goes on.

"I will devote all my heart to serve my new God and all his servants. I must as soon as possible hand over all my power to my daughter, Kelsey Stratton, the rightful vassal of the supreme one, to do as she pleases. She will rule the USA in the name of the supreme one, while other vassals rule other countries, as is just and right for the Supreme One, who we lowly slaves do not want to disturb with such trivialities and logistics of bureaucracy. I do hereby so solemnly swear by all that is holy, that I, currently acting president of the United States of America, will honor this contract or die honoring it. That I will devote all my soul and heart to the Supreme One, his vassals, his acolytes, his slaves and his servants. I will serve him faithfully for the rest of my life. I will from this day forewords convert to the one true faith and only worship and believe in the one true god. The rightful and just god of us all, who we must rightfully worship, the Supreme One. I vow to pray and worship him daily form now." He says. Oh. My. God. This is insane. "Mphhh! MphhhH!" I scream through the hand on my mouth. The president pauses and looks at me nervously but looks at the parchment again. He ignores me, pretends I'm not there. Honestly I think I would have done the same. He gulps and continues.

"If for any reason, I, William Stratton, breaks this contract, the servants shall break my bones and dispose of me in a manner they seem fit. I am a worm, a lowly being in the presence of the Supreme One, and I'm lucky his slaves gives me this great opportunity. I will spend the rest of my life thanking them for their kindness and worshiping them, and through them worship my master. I will seal this contract by signing it, recording a video of me saying the contract with a free from bounds, and finally I will drink the divine essense of my Master from my future Mistress, my new owner, Kelsey Stratton. I so do swear in the presence of my god, the Divine One, the Master." He finishes. I can see the color drain from his face as his daughter, "Kelly" Kelsey Stratton, sitting on my lap, spreads her legs and smirks at him. Her hands roam to her pussy, spreading it, showing him the creampie. I'm not into this. I feel sick. I don't want to watch this man eat out someone, and especially not his daughter. I gulp. You got to be shitting me.

Kelly snaps her fingers - SNAP - a sharp crack throgh the air. And she points down to her pussy with a stern face. The gun is again pressed to William's head.