Dominating Hillary

This was the moment she had dreamed of all her life. Now she was on her way to the Pepsi Center in beautiful downtown Denver, Colorado to accept her party's nomination as their chosen candidate for President of the United States. She had overcome so much to get here. There were all the scandals she was implicated in during her husband's two terms in office that she managed to escape.

Her own husband's sexual indiscretions almost ended her dream, as he was brought up on impeachment charges for committing perjury. Yet he was a real good liar, and he sold the entire country on the tag line "It was only sex, stupid!"

There were even more recent allegations about bundled Chinese laundered money being infused into her campaign by a known criminal named Norman Hsu. But she found a way around it by playing the dumb blonde victim. She even artfully played the dumb blonde victim after a poor debate performance cost her a big lead in the polls. She would get even with that Russert fellow for badgering her with that question about illegal aliens and drivers licenses once she became president. She swore an oath to herself in the mirror that she would.

For now, this was her moment to shine. She had the spot light that she so desired her whole life. She was going to become the most powerful and smartest woman in the world, and no one was going to stop her. Not Sean Hannity, not Rush Limbaugh, not Michael Savage or Bill O'Rielly. She would make them all pay now that she was on her way into power. Perhaps she would even bring back the concept of internment camps? She laughed at the idea. She'd find some way to turn them into invisible Americans. Maybe she'd have a talk with the ghost of Eleanor about that one later. Right now she had to focus on giving her acceptance speech, and what a speech it was going to be! One of great promises filled with lots of sugar coated lies. Americans loved sugar coated lies, and she was just the right run of the mill politician to feed those lies to them.

Hillary Clinton sat in the back of her Secret Service issued black SUV. Her motorcade moved slowly through the congested streets of Denver. All of a sudden the procession came to a stop. She tapped on the bullet proof glass that divided her from the agents that sat up front. The window opened.

"Yes, ma'am. What is it this time?" asked the agent.

"What the fuck are we stopping for this time?"

"It's called traffic, ma'am. There's nothing you or I can do about it. Please just be patient. We'll make it to the Pepsi Center on time."

"We better make it there on time, or I'll have your job once I'm elected!"

"Yes, ma'am" said the agent as he closed the window. He couldn't help but flip her the bird, even though she couldn't see it through the tinted window. He was going to make millions of dollars writing a tell all book about this campaign. He knew he had a lot to tell. He turned to his partner in the driver's seat. "I can't wait unbtil this assignment is over."

Another tap came at the window behind them. "I wonder what the queen B wants this time?" He opened the window again.

"What is it with you assholes? Turn the fucking air conditioning on! Can't you see I'm prespiring back here? What's your name again. I want to make sure I get it right when I can your fucking ass!"

"The name is Hal McReynolds, ma'am. There's no need for all the profanity and anger. The AC is coming on now." Hal closed the window and turned on the air conditioning. "I'm telling you right now, Joe. If that bitch gets elected, I quit. She won't have to fire me." He paused for a moment. "I think we both deserve the Congressional Medal of Honor for putting up with someone whose initials should be PMS instead of HRC!"

Joe looked at Hal, trying to hold back the urge to laugh. "Shhh! Not so loud! She'll hear you! It's bullet proof glass, not sound proof."

Finally the traffic started moving again. Joe made a right at the intersection to head to the Pepsi Center. Just as he started rounding the corner, the SUV was hit broadside. It was enough to give everyone inside a jolt, but no one was hurt. The expected tap came at the window again. Hal once again opened the rear window. "We were in an accident. Just stay calm, and we'll find out what happened."

"You better find out what the fuck happened, or..."

"Or else it'll be my job! I know, ma'am! I get it! Shut up and let us do our job!" Hal closed the window, and opened the passenger door to get out and take a look. But as he opened the door, a smoke bomb was tossed inside the SUV, and the door quickly closed on him. He tried desperately to open the door again, but something outside held it shut. The driver, Joe, couldn't open his door due to the damage from the accident. The two agents started coughing. Another knock came at the rear window as they lost consciousness.

Hillary stood on the stage before the crowd. They were giving her a standing ovation as she raised her hands to ask them for silence. The noise and the bright lights clouded her vision and her senses. As her vision cleared, so did her senses. Her arms were definitely raised above her head. In fact, she was hanging from the ceiling by them. Yes, there were plenty of bright lights blinding her, but the noise she heard came from an air filtration system, not an adoring crowd. Her shoes were missing and her feet were tied together, but everything else seemed to be intact.

Hillary lashed out at the lights. "Where the fuck am I? I demand to know right now! Show your fucking face, you pervert!"

Two figures, dressed in black from head to foot, stepped out into the light. "I told you we should have gagged her. That voice of hers is so shrill she'll start popping all the light bulbs in the building."

"Shrill, am I? You haven't even heard shrill yet!"

"Don't worry, I have a gag with me" the other figure said.

"Mrs. Clinton" said the first figure. "I suggest you calm down before you lose the ability to speak." Both figures spoke with an electronic voice, making it impossible for Hillary to tell if they were male or female.

"I will not calm down. If I want to be shrill, then I'll be fucking shrill!"

A bulb popped above Hillary's head. The two figures looked at each other. "Let's gag her, while we still have a building standing." The first figure lowered Hillary to the floor while the second one slipped the ball gag over her head, and secured it in her mouth. Then Hillary was again hoisted up so that her feet were barely off the floor.

Figure two turned to figure one. "I see we have a long way to go. We'd best get started."