The Peoples Choice or The Dark Horse Cometh

[ariosto]

New York Times...July 10, 2004....

Where did they come from? Who are they? What can account for their phenonmenal success?!

We're speaking of course of Presidential Candidate Nate Hades and his running mate Lilith Pandora who seem to riding the crest of a tsunami of popularity surging forth from the American Heartland. Recent polls in the midwest and plains states are now showing the team well ahead of Ralph Nader and approaching double digits in Nebraska, Kansas, Iowa and Wisconsin.
And this from candidates literaly unkown a month ago.

Are we seeing a resurgence of the social populism that stirred through america's bread basket states two generations ago? Are middle-class citizens now turning to an unknown factor out of frustration with the two party system?
Is this the end of that system?
We'll know that in November won't we.

In the meantime Hades, Pandora and the new Alternative America Party continue their amazing campaign to rest the White House from the Republicans in the Fall and thoroughly savage the Democrats while doing it. This week the AAP will hold it's convention in New Orleans where it will of course rubber stamp the candidacy of Hades and Pandora. The team will then begin a sweep through the South on their by now famous train nicknamed by pessimistic 'politicos' the Apocalypse Express.

Can they win? Well it's not likely, not in the end game. The American voter when the ballots on the line tends to trust the known not the unknown but it has added another facet to the prism of this years allready vicious campaign.

Dal Skinner, political analyst

 

[chanaud]

Smirking, Lilith read each line slowly, and reread the article again, savoring each word as if it was fine wine. Her partner laying beside her on the bed felt the familiar rush of her exhale, leaned against her naked form and read along while pushing his slick back hair to her chin. Every woman in America would have been grateful, thrilled, even would have sold their soul along with their first born to have a fine specimen like Nate lying next to them in bed, but not Lilith. She pushed him hard. Hard enough to see him flying off the bed.

Scratching the back of his head, he stood up and grinned like a Cheshire cat. The fall did nothing to his perfectly slicked back hair. Even the ever constant curl hanging over his forehead didn’t see to any strand out of place.

“Well, well, well, it looks like the odds are against us, darlin’.” Lilith said as if she had forgotten about the push.

“The odds ARE against us. For now. And that’s exactly how we want them to think. It’ll all change though. Remember how we got Slick Willie into office?”

Folding the paper carefully, Lilith’s dark eyes peered over her black framed glasses. Her long auburn hair framed her heart shaped face, and gathered right under her ivory shoulders.

“Ohhh…I remembered how we got that hick into office. I remember it as if it was just yesterday.” She purred.

Nate knew exactly what she was thinking at the moment. The very mention of Clinton made her cream. And his cock was ready…..

 

[ariosto]

"Lil, I know you took a very PERSONAL interest in our former President, long before that Lamonica whoever..."

The Vice President To Be, slammed the latest poll results down on the table.
"Monica! dammit and I didn't appreciate that little move at all!"

Nate peered up over the bed.
"Couldn't let you have all the fun could I, but that's ancient history the 'Shrub' is a much more fertile field to plow."

Silence! Both of you!
The words resonated within both of them, for a moment their bodies went slack, emptied...

What's gone before has been nothing. You two our the anointed vehicles for the final triumph. Stop bickering, stop reminiscing. What has been has been. The Future is Ours.
Get to work. You can be replaced.

As quick as it came the voice was gone, leaving them both with a somewhat hollow feeling in the pit of their stomachs and a slight headache.

It had been that way since the first Visitation, laying on the backseat of Lilith's minivan on a straight black ribbon of road outside of Topeka one dark night. They'd been fucking, fucking with dedicated abandon and engaged in a particularly delightful perversion when the Voice came to them...

You are my chosen.
It said and both of them had shot straight up, eyes wide like deer in a spotlight, expecting to see a state trooper grinning at the window.

You will usher in the Reign of Darkness and Fear shall rule the world again.
Nate new he hadn't drunk that much.
Lil was more direct.
"Who the fuck are you and get the hell out of here with that reignofdarknessshit!"

My name is Legion! I am all that is Vile and Demonic. I have been here before time itself and now is the HOUR OF TRIUMPH!

"Well look whoever you are, we only have a about an hour and your being a real pest so maybe...."
Nate never finished.
He was slammed back on the van floor with Lilith right beside him and both of them were instantly engaged in the most intense intercourse they'd ever experienced. They could never remember who their partners were that night, all they remembered was a shattering, shuddering, wholy consuming orgasm that never seemed to stop and somewhere in the midst of this unholy cumming, the Dark Lord (So they came to call Him/She/It) showed them the PLAN, the VISION, The ROADMAP TO HELL and made them believe.
Oh yesss...

"Sometimes he scares me." Lilith said shivering a little.
Nate circled around and slid his hands down over her shoulders, cupping each small pert breast. His fingers she noticed seemed longer, each nail perfectly manicuredand clear lacquered. His tongue licked the nape of her neck.
"Let's do it again baby, " he purred.
"That'll calm you down and you know he likes to watch."