Where the Bad Guys Always Win

Kamala Harris' Ultimate Defeat

Kamala Harris couldn't believe it. She actually won the Democratic nomination to run for President of the United States in 2020. People assumed she'd lose big time to either Joe Biden, Elizabeth Warren, or Bernie Sanders, but once the votes were tallied in, Harris ended up on top. Selecting Warren as her Vice President, Kamala wanted to make the most of this effort. She was determined to take down the sexist jerk Donald Trump and become the first female President, ushering in a new wave of feminism that would hopefully make it so that women dominated the government from top to bottom. 

Campaigning hard against Trump, Harris start to receive positive momentum. The Pelosi impeachment trials had stalled, but Harris would make sure Trump and his cronies were arrested and jailed once she became President and Democrats took over the Senate. She traveled across the country, even to Republican strongholds, not wanting to make the same mistakes Hillary Clinton made. She made promises to appeal to whatever town she was rallying at, even if she wouldn't do a thing about it once she reached office. The media was relentless, but outside of Fox News, they weren't too hard on her as she thought, as though they were pushing her to truly take down Trump once and for all. 

It all came to a head in the final public debate between Harris and Trump. Kamala ran rings around the idiotic buffoon, addressing the issues eloquently and endorsing many of Elizabeth Warren's plans she had proposed earlier. Every poll had her winning by a significant margin, with Trump's numbers getting lower and lower. Trump was getting visibly flustered during the debate, and in his typical fashion, went full blowhard. He talked about how he was so much smarter than Harris and more qualified to lead the nation, while Kamala wasn't qualified to shine his shoes. Incensed, Harris challenged Trump, that if he really was as great as he was, he'll be honest and truthful with his dealings with Russia if she's elected, including any possible jail time. Trump took the bait, promising to appear before a grand jury if he lost. Harris smiled. She had just cinched herself the election.

Then, Donald Trump gave his own ultimatum. 

If Kamala Harris lost, she'd have to dress up in a bunny girl outfit and apologize to him during his inauguration. 

Taken aback, Kamala was stunned by his proposal. She knew he was a sexist idiot, but she never thought he would go THAT far. The entire crowd and the moderators were likewise also stunned. Trump looked at her with that smug smile of his. Harris' mind raced. If she accepted the challenge, it would be seen as caving and punching down to Trumps' level. But if she won, the nation could finally get justice for the Trump Administration's corruption. However, if she lost, it would be such a humiliating defeat that she didn't want to think about it. She could always deny the challenge, but then she'd be seen as a coward and it's possible she'd lost a ton of voters. 

Eventually, Harris was snapped out of her trance and, with reluctance, accepted the bet.

The nation reeled from the answer. Nothing about the debate was being talked about except the bet. Harris couldn't go into any interview without being asked about it. Photoshops of her in a Playboy Bunny outfit spread like wildfire across the Internet. Trump regained a lot of his lost cockiness, telling all his followers about how his challenger would be kissing his feet when he gets re-elected. Kamala couldn't believe it, but refused to entertain the possibility that the nation would seriously re-elect such a corrupt idiot just to see her in a sexy outfit in a humiliating position. The welfare of the nation, from the economy to the climate, hinged upon beating the Republicans right here and now. At her campaign center, Harris became nervous. Elizabeth was in her own center, and had been distancing herself from Kamala ever since the bet. Her husband, Douglas, was at home at her behest. She continued to watch CNN as the polls opened, becoming more nervous by the second. 

Eventually, the results became clear.

CNN had called it.

Donald Trump had been re-elected as President of the United States.

Tears began to fill Kamala's eyes. All her efforts, all the Democratic Party's efforts, had gone for naught. And it wasn't just her that lost. Democrats were falling left and right across the nation, with Republicans taking over their spots. Not only did Republicans gain complete control of the Senate, they once again took over the House of Representatives, ensuring that Democrats would remain completely powerless for the next two years, and likely longer, since now there was nothing to stop Republicans from gerrymandering the country to their pleasure. 

Sniffling back her tears, Kamala soon made her way to her studio to call President Trump and concede, dreading the call. However, when she got there, she found her main TV staff was nervous, like they were afraid to admit something. She asked for her campaign manager to find out what was going on, but when she turned around, the scene before her was shocking. Two men she didn't recognize walked in, dragging her campaign manager by the hair. Her clothes had been stripped and cum was dribbling out of her mouth and pussy. She was about to tell off the men when the one menacingly stepped behind her back. Harris demanded to know what was going on.

Grinning, the other man told her that they were representatives from Trump's campaign who were here to ensure she was compliant to the bet, and showed her just who was really in charge. To emphasize his point, he reached down and jammed his hand down her pants, grabbing her pussy. Kamala's eyes bulged at the blatant sexual harassment and tried to pry him off of her, but he was far too strong. The evil man reached underneath her panties and started stroking her bare pussy. The man behind her reached around and began to fondle her breasts under her business suit. Harris called out for help and looked around her, but no one stepped forward. Her staff nervously shuffled their feet, the men getting visible erections, while her campaign manager remained kneeling on the ground, shying away from her. Nobody would be helping her.

Struggling uselessly against the men, Kamala felt herself weakening by the second. She couldn't pry the men off of her and their constant fondling of her body was actually making her aroused, despite herself. She cried out for help again and again, but no one did. Eventually, she was thrown to the ground, where one of the men pushed her head down while another grabbed her pants and pulled them off, along with her panties and stockings, leaving her bottom half completely naked. Kamala tried to pry herself loose, but she couldn't get any leverage. Hearing an unzipping, her eyes grew wide and she redoubled her efforts. However, she couldn't get away and soon hands grasped her hips, with a bulbous cock positioned right by her entrance.

As the cock quickly pounded her cunt, Kamala began to sob. She never expected to actually be raped upon losing the election and everything was moving so fast. Not helping was that the cock was actually pretty thick, and the guy fucking her was much better than her husband. His cock pounded her pussy hard and soon her struggles became less and less. The men abusing her spent their time mocking her for being such a slut, and mocked that after the bet, she probably fapped to herself at home over losing. It wasn't true, of course, but the guy fucking her was doing it too hard for her to respond, so everyone took it as her agreeing. Eventually, the first man dumped his load in her pussy and switched positions with his buddy. The man pulled her head up by her hair and told her that everyone wanted to see her humiliated, including her own staff. 

Realizing the intent behind his statement, Kamala looked over at her staff, all of whom looked off to the side. She couldn't believe it. They all voted for Trump!? Just to see her in a bunny girl outfit!? To make her humiliation worse, Harris felt herself cum to that thought, which made the guy fucking her laugh. Upon knowing the truth, all the fight was drained from Kamala, and she accepted her rape from Trump's men. After all, if even her own staff betrayed her, who else could she turn to? She started to cry again, thinking things couldn't get worse.

They got much worse.

The first guy, still holding Kamala's hair, invited one of the cameramen over, and told him to pull out his cock. The man stammered, but eventually did so. Then, Trump's guy jerked her head up and ordered her to suck off her cameraman. Not seeing the point in resisting, Kamala sighed and obeyed, taking the cock in her mouth. She was quite experienced in pleasing her husband and used those skills to get her staff member off. The guy fucking her eventually dumped his load and called over the rest of the staff. Within minutes, the rest of her staff got into two lines, one by her cunt, one by her mouth. Even the women got in line. Kamala was forced to service her entire staff, and soon her face and hair were stained with dried cum. 

After everyone had a turn with Kamala, Trump's aide pulled her by the hair over to her studio desk and slammed her over it, giving her one last fuck. As the beaten candidate grunted at the hard fucking, the other aide walked over with a cellphone. On the other end was Trump, that bastard. He asked if she was ready to concede yet. Closing her eyes in humiliation, Kamala conceded, awarding him the Presidency. He then told her to address him as "Mr. Trump, sir," which caused fresh tears to flow out of her eyes. After some hesitation, she realized how useless it was to fight back any longer.

"I concede the Office of the President of the United States to you, Mr. Trump, sir."

Responding with a chuckle and a "good girl," Trump ended the call as his aide dumped another load in her pussy. Once the aide was done, he pulled up Kamala's chair and sat her down on it. She still wore her blazer and blouse, but her hair was still stained with cum. Kamala thought they were going to fuck her further, but then she noticed the other aide directing the staff and realized they were about to go live. She was going to give her concession speech on live television with her face and hair stained with cum. Before she could run away, the light on the camera lit up, indicating she was live. 

Over the next few months, Democrats took a beating thanks to Kamala Harris. Her cum-stained face became memetic and a symbol of mockery far and wide. Liberal women everywhere were sexually assaulted by conservative men happy to celebrate their victory, but after seeing their last shining hope in such an embarrassing fashion, they didn't fight back or tell the authorities. Trust in the DNC was shattered, and even Elizabeth Warren shunned the spotlight, not wanting to deal with the humiliation. To make matters worse, Ruth Bader Ginsburg had suffered a heart attack and passed away, leaving an open spot on the Supreme Court. Plus, Stephen Breyer was being pressured to retire from the Court. As much as he wanted to stay on, everyone knew he would be gone by the end of 2020, giving Republicans a 7-2 advantage on the Supreme Court for the next few decades. And the talks of impeachment collapsed after Pelosi was forced out of the DNC, to be replaced with a Republican stooge.

Come January, it was time for the inauguration. President Trump walked out on stage, happy as could be. The crowd was actually much larger than his first term, and while he thought they were there to see him, most were actually there to see Kamala. She had been backstage, as she promised, wearing a bunny girl outfit. She shivered in the cold air, as her shoulders and arms were bare, and the humiliation on her face heavily apparent. She listened to the blowhard's cocky speech, gloating about how awesome he was and how he was gonna Make America Great Again. She wanted to roll her eyes. Then, Kamala heard Trump yell to the crowd if they were ready for his opponent to come out, which gained an enthusiastic response. Bowing her head, Kamala was forced to walk out.

Hundreds of camera snapped pictures of the sexualized former Senator, her face blushing hard as she kept her face down. She walked as fast as she could to the side of Trump's podium and stood still. Her ass, on display for all to see, jiggled in the cold, which made her bunny tail move back and forth. When Trump stepped down, Kamala slowly got down on her hands and knees. Sniffling back tears of humiliation, the woman spoke through her microphone and apologized to President Trump for all the horrible things she said about him, agreeing that America made the right choice, and that all the slander and allegations against him were false. She begged for his forgiveness, and hoped all Democrats would submit to his plans to Make America Great Again.

To end her speech, Kamala Harris leaned down and kissed Trump's shoes. Repeatedly. 

Her humiliation would be broadcast around the globe. 

Liberal women all over the nation would share in her plight.

The progressive movement would suffer a fatal blow, as Republicans would control the United States with an iron fist for generations to come. 

Once again, President Trump was right.

Kamala Harris had been grabbed by the pussy, and she let him get away with it.