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Building the Lore
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So I started the Trumps Dumps Galleries as a way to deal with the new president in a funny but still sexy? style. I don't know if I did that but it did turn into something a bit more dark and surreal than I had originally imagined. My latest gallery was a exercise in building up the lore of that world and in doing so I thought it might be fun to write a short story about my fictional world which has been so lovingly crafted. So I give you the first journal entry of Majorie, a mother of three, one boy and two girls, who is caught up in the beginning of the Trump Ascendancy and her subsequent decent into the madness that becomes America.
Day 00
It was a beautiful spring morning, the cherry blossoms in the yard where just starting to bloom and the sweet smell wafted through the open window as I worked over the stove, making, of all things, grilled cheese. Grilled Cheese, I went to culinary school and have to say I'm a mean cook when I get a chance but my son, Tom, just wont eat anything but grilled cheese for lunch. I once tried to stick some herbs into the simple sandwich and he just glared at me before getting up and going to his room.
Tom always been trouble, he never has really gotten along well with his sisters, or me, or, god forbid, his father. I would even go so far as to say that he loathes his father. Loathes. He wont come out and say it of course he's not that ballsy, but something in his eyes is dangerous, demanding and ultimately frightful when he looks at us. Like cattle, that's what it is, he looks at us like meat, me and the girls like a farmer appraising a sow and his father like some sort of mangy dog that needs to be put down. So I sit here and look out at our yard and my two beautiful girls enjoying the pool and cook grilled cheese.
Tom comes down every day from his room at exactly 12:07 PM for lunch. Tom doesn't leave his room until 9:03 PM at night to make himself a snack and rummage through the laundry. I tried talking to him about that particular habit and only received a cold stare straight at my bosom. To be fair I was in a loose robe and not wearing a bra when I caught him, but it was enough to scare me from telling him off. At 7:48 AM he wakes up and comes down for breakfast before going to school or his friends house. I don't know when he goes to bed, or what he does in his room, or even how he is doing in school, or what is in the packages he's been receiving for the last month, month and a half. Now that I think about it, he started receiving those packages after the announcement of a new bill...something family something....i don't know I've never been one for politics.
I can hear him come down the stairs, his feet barely making a sound except for the creak in the floorboards as he padded into the kitchen. Two things were wrong when he came into the kitchen, well three actually. First he was smiling, Tom never smiles, second he was wearing a suit, and a rather nice one at that, with bold red tie and all black. The third and probably the most baffling was that he came over to me and grabbed my ass.
"Tom! What...what are you doing, have you lost your mind?" I stuttered, unable to comprehend the sudden shift in his attitude and demeanor. He slapped a piece of paper on the kitchen table, and whispered into my ear, "It's finally happened, it...it actually passed, the Family Values and Continuation Act, HA!" He grabbed his sandwich and sunk into a chair, gracefully lounging, while I reached out for the paper.
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Dear True Patriot,
This is to inform you that your application as Man of the House, MOH, has been approved by the High Council of Family Affairs and you are officially recognized as an Upright Citizen in this exciting new era. As MOH you are expected to uphold and maintain all laws applicable to you and your household to the greatest extent possible. Per your application a team has already been sent and will detain the dissident(s) in your Family and will be assigned to a rehab center.
We know that this is a trying time, and that America faces a great many threats. With your help and help from your fellow patriots we look forward to building a better future. If you have any questions feel free to contact us and representative will be dispatched to deal with any 'problems' you might incur during this transition period.
Sincerely,
John Hammerford
Cadet III Family Activities
High Council of Family Affairs
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I put down the paper and turned around, my son just smiling at me as he ate his sandwhich. "And what exactly does this mean, Man of the House, and what does it have to do with you grabbing my ass?" He finished eating and got up, walking over to me with a new found authority and smacked me across the face, his hand leaving a bright red mark on my pale skin. I stood there shocked, and I'm embarrassed to say a bit aroused. "You will address me as sir...." "Your FATHER will...." Smack, "He's been, detained, and you WILL call me SIR." The way he said detained, as though he was savoring it, enjoying the sound, and the way his eyes had that mad gleam delivered the message. He did something to my husband, something bad and something to do with this letter and MOH business.
"Here's how it's going to work, and you should probably pay attention because it affects you....intimately," he spoke in a soft voice as his hand reached out and caressed my face. I just stood there dumbfounded. "See you and Dad and well everyone around here thought that Trump was going to be your savior, he's not, he's mine and he just passed a bill that gives me the right, no...the privilege to shape this family the way it should be. I know you, and more importantly I know Dad, and I know he is weak and could never understand what to do with such a beautiful woman. And you are, really, you and Sandy and Charlie. I've sent Dad to rehab and in his place I have claimed the title of Man of the House which, among other things, allows me to the rights and priveledges due my station. Namely you." I started to protest, but all that came out was a whimper and the more I fought it the drowsier I became, my legs buckled and I fell to my knees, swaying gently as my son cupped my face.
"Thats the pill, the Gold Pill or the little sleepy, I got it from a friend, it dulls the senses and numbs the brain, at least when you start to have aggressive thoughts. I really hoped that you wouldn't have had to experience it, but still....it does put you in a good position to see what comes next." The sliding glass door opened and my two daughters walked in, both wearing what looked strangely enough like a collar, my son snapped his fingers and they both jumped, rushing to his side, groping him with what I can only describe as a perverse intensity.
My oldest, Charlie sunk to her knees and opened my sons pants letting loose a very angry and very large cock, he just smiled and nodded as he put his hand on her head and guided it down this behemoth. Sandy gyrated against him slowly, licking his neck, whispering things to him as she rubbed his chest, it sounded very much like 'yes sir, I submit sir, and will work to please you. Please don't be too hard on us, or mother, she doesn't understand sir," followed by what was an obscene amount of sex talk....at least more than I had ever heard that mostly centered on serving, and submission and admonitions of being a good slut.
Through the drug haze a new fire was being born, my crotch felt like it was on fire and my clothes felt like they were constricting the air around me. I tried to concentrate but found myself gazing hypnotically at my my daughter swallowing my sons cock. Her small mouth stretching over his rod making small suckling noises as she took the entire length down her throat. Over and over and faster, my body swaying in time with her. I inched closer, unknowingly, slower, my head close enough to smell him, and then I felt his hand on the back of my head. Strong, firm, I looked up and saw my son smile as he nodded and then started to make out with his sister who had somehow lost her bra.
I let him guide me. And that was my second mistake, the first was not run screaming from the house, though as we would learn in the next week that wouldn't have saved me anyways. I would've been a non-owned, and could be integrated by any MOH that came across me. I felt my lips touch is cock head as my daughter very loudly let go of his member and turn to me, stripping me of my dress slowly. I felt my mouth give, letting him enter between my lips as my tongue wrapped over his young cock. I felt his thick rod press down my throat, deep, hard, and unforgiving, and then I felt air enter my lungs like it was the first time. I submitted, and I can't take that back. I saw my lipstick smeared across his cock slowly washed away as I continued to swallow, faster, my only thoughts was on serving, and the almost animalistic need to pleasure my son...no my Master, the Man of the House.
He grabbed my head with both hands and thrust deep down my throat, his cock pulsing as let loose the first stream of cum, though by no means the last. I tried to swallow, I had no choice, the cum coated my throat in a thick mucus that made it hard to breathe. I'm ashamed to admit that I cried a bit at this point, my mind clearing I was just starting to grasp what I had done. "You are a quick learner Mom....I'm only sorry that I wasn't able to start training you at the same time I trained my sisters, and look how well they turned out..." I looked up only to see my daughters kneeling at my sons feet like well trained dogs. Dogs, that's what we are...just pets for what, I still wasn't sure.
He slid is semi flaccid cock out of my mouth, cum dribbling down my chin, and patted my head. He took out a collar and placed around my neck and started to leave, whistling at my daughters who got up and followed him into the master the bedroom. They locked the door and I was left to sleep on the couch. Naked, alone, and with my thoughts I just sat still and cried. That was my first day of the New Era.
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Posted on : Apr 20, 2017
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