World Domination

"You're picking me up clear, right?" Alison Standish, Local Field Reporter asked.

"Like you're whispering in my ear, sweetheart," her cameraman, Mark, answered. "We are all set to broadcast that pretty face of yours when things kick off."

Alison nodded and brought her attention back to the stage. Nadia Dickincunt was one of the more interesting politicians to crop up in the last few years. A raging nymphomaniac, bimbo, lesbian, misogynist with surprisingly cogent healthcare and infrastructure policies, when that bitch calls a press conference, you know everyone's showing up.

Capitol Hill was flooded with journalists, vloggers, streamers, porn stars, fans, and even a few other senators eager to hear the sluts message.

Alison knew she couldn't wait, either.

One of her coworkers told her to avoid getting paired with Matt. He said the cameraman was old school, called women things like sweetheart and doll and hon. "He was upholding the patriarchy!"

Fuck, Alison wished he was worse.

She held herself together well at the office, put on a professional front and all that, but if anyone saw the kinds of things she fingered her slutty slit to they'd probably never speak to her again. Men grabbing women by the hair and to be facefucked in an alleyway; lesbains being converted into cock sucking machines by an abusive alpha; fat nerds treating women like shit and ending up with pornstar three girlfriends who live off of his cum and spit!

Shit, her cunt was leaking again.

It took all the willpower in her soul not to unbutton her shirt down to her naval and let her audience stare at her EE funbags while she reported the news.

But, a jobs a job. The general public wouldn't be so accepting. It's not like all women in the world secretly harboring masochistic, misogynistic fantasies like her and wanted to be fuckmeat entertainment for men. Nah, only in her dreams.

The lights around the stage flashed to life, some dramatic music began to wind up.

"We're live," Mark confirmed.

A thumbing bass pulsed out as Senator Dickincunt strut onto the stage. Her pencil skirt didn't even make it past her bare pussy and her blouse, even though every button was undone, somehow managed to strain against her huge jiggling knockers. Fuck, Alison wanted her head buried in them.

The crowd was roaring, catcalling and wolfwhistling the exotic fuckmeat. At the podium, she tapped the mic and began to speak as things calmed down.

"God, it makes my pussy quiver when you all do that! WOO! But, look, today isn't about me. I just happen to have the privilege of being the loving, dedicated, fuckable toy to a very special man. Bitches and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce Lloyd Golson!"

A glimpse into her personal paradise emerged and nearly overwhelmed Alison's senses. Onto the stage, with leashes around their necks and wearing American flag micro bikinis came six pieces of choice fuckmeat. That's exactly the way Alison thought of it in her head. Not women, not people, fuckmeat. It was in the way they walked, their bodies clearly built for sex and teasing, their eyes full of dumb lust.

She was practically gushing with jealousy.

Holding their leashes was a man. He wasn't quite so memorable. Young, skinny, but very sure of himself, that was for sure. A latina woman - holy shit, was that Nadia's wife!? - walked with him, tits pressing into his arm.

His six leashed bitches lined either side of the podium while Lloyd shared a sloppy threeway kiss with the Senator and her wife. Then he yanked their hair once and the dropped it down. Asses on full display, legs spread wide as they began doing...something behind the podium below Lloyd's belt.

The man himself spoke. "Heya. I'll make this quick. I'm gonna be the next president of the United States. I'm gonna make women property, their only use is gonna be in how hot they can be, and then I'm taking over the world." To emphasize his point, Lloyd grabbed Nadia by the back of the head and just started fucking the shit out of her. Christina fingered and fondled herself watching her wife get mouth ****.

"Alright, no questions, I'm just gonna use the stage to fuck my bitches till I get bored."

"Alison! ALISON! You're on!"

Sweet salty christ, her dream was coming true! Finally! A man who knew exactly what women really wanted, what they needed deep down!

It was time for a career change!

Alison ripped her shirt open, thanking God - no, Lloyd - that she forgot to wear a bra today. With the most genuine smile she's ever given, Alison practically cheered into the camera, "You heard it here first, folks! Lloyd Golson for president! Lloyd Golson for King of the World!"

If it was the last thing she did, Alison Standish was joining that fucking campaign!