Chapter 2

Election Day, November 3, 2020
Sanders For President Headquarters,
Burlington, Vermont

“Well, at least some good news, of course. It’s a call from Joe Walsh, Senator,” Jane Sanders, still leaking some of my cum from her ass after a little quickie, informed her husband, Bernie.

“Congressman Walsh? How nice to hear from you!” Bernie was polite as ever, his eyes only briefly flashing with demonic mischief and schadenfreude over Walsh’s landslide defeat.

“Congratulations, Senator. Or should I say, Mr. President-Elect? It appears that you’ve beaten me, fair and square. Well, aside from the influence of our shared master, Lord Asmodeus, that is,” former Wisconsin Congressman Joe Walsh, by now a demon himself, acknowledged Bernie’s victory over him.

“Well, thank you for that, Congressman. I’m glad that you’ve conceded this race and let me thank you for being so gracious and accepting your defeat. It will certainly help with this transition and reuniting this country of ours ... oh, hell, who are we kidding? Most Americans of age are demons now, anyway! I’m just glad that the Boss hasn’t scrapped the elections and the United States Government entirely. He could by now, if he so chose,” Bernie admitted while Rosario Dawson sucked his cock clean of the pussy juices of Jennifer Love Hewitt.

“Yeah, well, he offered me the post of Undersecretary-General at the UN and I’m taking it! I just have to accept the obviously pre-arranged outcome. I mean, hell, the only variables were those voters just fourteen years of age who hadn’t been turned yet. Not enough to change the results, of course.

“At least as an Undersecretary-General, I get a regular salary, though as a demon, I need it much less than before. Excuse me, damn ... oh, fuck ... sorry, I got a nineteen-year old college co-ed sucking my dick now ... oh, fuck, yeah!” Joe groaned as indeed a relatively more recent convert of a University of Wisconsin sophomore gave him some serious head.

“See? It was all in the bag!” I chuckled as I grabbed Jennifer Love Hewitt myself and began pounding her against a wall.

I chuckled as my mind’s eye allowed me to see what Jennifer had been doing earlier that very day. Some lucky teenage boy, just barely turned fourteen on Election Day ... yeah, she had freed him of his V-card in a hurry and left him with a smile on his face and horns on his head via the Super Drain. In a society dominated by literal sex fiends, virginity was no small social burden, I knew, and so was pleased that he was now one of us. It had been a rough year for the kid since his parents were Raptured, anyway, even if social services were much more generous these days.

“Refugees are starting to swarm in, you know. The real first wave to come to America. That’s gonna be some real culture shock, ain’ it? Coming to live among so many devils, that is,” Jennifer commented as I drove deeper inside her luscious twat, both of us very glad that Jane Sanders was a demon now, too.

“Yes, well, it’s only gonna get worse. Sinkiang and Tibet are both under Celestial occupation and the results have been every bit as rough as we feared. There’s been a sort of ‘blanket decree’ to the effect that all Muslims and Buddhists have precisely seven days to convert to whatever they’re calling the cult of the Holy Ghost these days. Spectralism is what I prefer to call it myself, since he’s called a ‘ghost,’ after all. Anyway, if they don’t convert, they get shot after seven days, no fucking trial at all.

“For clergy, of course, it’s even worse. No chance for ‘repentance,’ as it’s being called. It’s an automatic firing squad. I think that the Holy Ghost wants his adherents to get their hands as dirty as possible, so they can’t claim that it’s all him in the end. He wants them to share any disgrace or dishonor or anything else that he suffers afterward. If he is judged, they must be, too. Little does he know that I hope to simply annihilate them. He won’t be so lucky himself,” I smirked as I ravaged a very thrilled, even ecstatic, Love (her preferred nickname).

“Let’s take this somewhere private, shall we?” Rosario Dawson dragged us out of the main chamber to another room, having swallowed Bernie’s load there.

I got the distinct impression that Bernie was about to give his victory speech pretty soon and wouldn’t have time for more than the blowjob that Rosario Dawson gave him. That was fine with me. I fully intended to celebrate to the max, even if the news that Hong Kong and Macao were damn near captured was a dark cloud for the silver lining. I had to put the fates of the masses there out of my mind, as well as those in Tibet and Sinkiang, as I was confident that their souls would be rescued from Limbo.

We just had to win the war first.