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The blazing Arkansas sun sent sweltering blasts of overwhelming heat down onto the waiting crowd of proudly red-adorned American people. They murmered amongst themselves in the stands and on the dried, stampeded, dead grass frivilous whispers and mutters of hateful blabber, spitting as they spoke and using their thick arms to wipe their sweat off of their foreheads. From afar, you might've claimed they all moved as one; a united mind of seething loathe. In front of them, providing a minimal slither of shade onto them and releaving such a negligable amount of heat it may as well have not been there, was a pitiful stage. Red curtans were hung up high behind it, hiding the air-conditioned white tent behind it, of which held Donald Trump in his private room, sectioned off from the other parts of the tent, where he looked at himself in the mirror with a sunken face and unbuttoned shirt; revealing his bandaged, binded chest. Sighing, he began to button his shirt back up, biting his cheek as the sting of his binded breasts sent shockwaves through his spine. Just then, footsteps crunched the grass below.
"You aren't ready yet?" Elon Musk, infamous billionare apartheid immigrant, leaned on the metal framing of the tent and gazed at Trump with narrowed eyes. "They're getting impatient. They want you.""Do they really? I'm a monster." Trump mumbled, his hand holding his binded chest, "The very monster you make me preach against."Elon snorted and walked up to Trump, putting his hand on the man's shoulder gently and kissing his cheek; "And I'm the very alien you preach to deport." Leaning back, Elon didn't take his hand off of Trump's shoulder. "But you won't ever be able to... you're under my control. I've bought you, remember?" He frowned and put his hand in his pocket, a small clicking noise coming and a gentle whirr coming from the other side of the room.All went quiet. Elon looked over his shoulder, and then looked down at Trump."You aren't wearing what I told you to wear?""I...it's humiliating. And it's a public speech - infront of so many people?! I can't do that!" Trump got to his feet in protest, and was met with Elon's flared ribs, which smacked him in the face and sent him flying back into his seat. Whimpering, he rubbed where he was hit as a single tear fell down his cheek. "O-okay, Elon... I'll put it on.""Good. And hurry up.." "My American people!" Trump stood in front of the podium and oversaw the hundreds - no, thousands of people before him cheering with ravenous zeal, froth spitting out from their mouths as they screamed his name. Donald Trump. He smiled awkwardly, but the awkwardness died away quicker than Christ as a newfound confidence bubbled within his chest. "The sun. It's hot, isn't it?" A roar of musty, sweaty agreement. "Well... you want to know why the sun is so hot? I know why," He shouted into his microphone to get above the screaming, "It's because of China! They've been sending drones to the sun to heat it up so that we all have squinted eyes like them and we'll be brainwashed to follow the CCP." A moment of silence followed his outragious, braindead announcement, but then a furious outraged, collective wail of disdain for China broke out from the crowd, and everyone began to violently wail and cry. Trump smiled, satisfied. "I will sign an executive order to-!"
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Trump grabbed onto the pedestal, moaning into the microphone as he felt his clit be teased from the vibrator in his underwear. Panting, he tried to steady himself as he felt the pericing gaze of Elon Musk, just a few washing machines behind him, his hand in his pocket with a sinister smile burning through Trump's skull. The crowd, too busy in their hysteric, racist wailing to care about their whining president. Panting, Trump held tightly onto the pedestal as Elon Musk stepped forward and grabbed onto Trump's round ass. Whispering in Trumps ear, his rich breath warmed his yellow ear as the mesmerising words pooled into his brain. "They love you. Just like how I love you.." Elon's hand gently drifted down to Trump's round, soft cheeks, and then violently tore away his trousers as he unzipped and unsheatehd his own, shrivelled weiner. Trump turned and whined with intense lust."No! Yours isn't big enough... it doesn't bring me-!" Trump whined into the microphone, millions of eyes passively glued to his red, hot, steamy expression as he could hardly even feel Elon's pinky of a cock graze his pulsating pussy. Hardly thirty seconds in, and Trump could feel Elon's sticky cum spitting on his pussy lips, the vibrator still whirring as Trump cried out in pleasure, falling to the floor of the stage as everyone had gone quiet, and were now looking at the couple on the stage. "Uh.." Trump looked up to Elon with round, upset eyes and Elon patted Trump on the back."Let me handle this.."
Elon stood before the stage and looked out to the crowd, a smile on his face as he took a deep breath in, "My heart... goes out to you!" He whipped his hand up in the air, the spirit of Hitler surging through his veins as, in turn, the crowd mimicked him and cried out,
"MY HEART GOES OUT TO YOU!!"