We chase misprinted lies | 14

[ Mandarin Oriental hotel ]

As they get inside the room, he pulls her to him and kisses her. The pressure of his lips against hers is gentle, yet there's an underlying firmness to his kiss that is not to be denied.

They kiss for minutes, John holding her soft body against his hard one. Despite herself, Victoria feels her face and neck grows warm, and her nipples stiffen beneath her dress.

He moves his big hands to her ass, those strong arms pulling her pelvis against his thigh and her stomach against his crotch. She feels something hard in his pant, hard and very long, pressing vertically against her stomach. When the kiss ends and John release her, she involuntarily glances downward, making him smile.

"You want to see it, huh ?" He says. Taking a step back, he adds. "Good."

He pushes down his bottoms, letting them fall to his ankles, and the largest erection Victoria has ever seen in her life fall into view like an opening drawbridge.

"Glad you like it. Let's get it inside you." John says with a toothy smile.

"So…" He puts his lips to her ear. "…your first kid is gonna be mine." He says.

Victoria is still processing this when John kisses her again and gently pushes her down until she's sitting on the bed. Before she knows it, he's pulling her dress up and off.

"Mmm, you're a real vision of beauty." John says as he admire Victoria's naked body.

Right now, though, John is looking forward to seeing those legs open wide. So he kick his pant away from his ankles.

"Lie down, now. " John says.

He lays down on his side and pulls her down next to him and then against him, feeling her breasts and hard nipples against his broad, muscular chest. Soon their mouths are open and their tongues are exploring each other. And all the while, John feels the growing heat between Victoria's thighs while he fondles her boobs and hard brown nipples.

He rolls them over so that he's on top of her. With his knees, he spread her legs beneath him, fully exposing her shining-wet pussy.

When he reaches down between their bodies, it takes him barely a moment to put his cock at her entrance. The sensation of that big cockhead between her labia making Victoria pulls him back to her lips.

John pushes, gently but firmly, and Victoria's entrance begins to open. She grab his upper arms and squeezes as he keeps pushing, making her hole open wider and wider.

"Shhhh, almost there." He says, soothing her.

He keeps pushing steadily, until her cunthole stretches open wide enough to match the girth of his member. Then he start to sink into her.

"There we go. " He rumbles.

"Oh God~" Victoria moans.

Taking his time, John ease his cock ever deeper into her body. She squirms beneath him, moaning and whimpering, and those sounds grow louder after his cockhead push past her pussy's halfway point; no doubt, he's now stretching a part of her love-tunnel that has remain untouched before now despite her previous experiences.

Victoria can't focus on anything but the sensation of John's huge member stretching her wide open inside, penetrating her deeper and deeper. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and her legs involuntarily spreading wider.

And then, he hits bottom.

He's in deep. So deep. Deeper inside her than she'd ever thought anything could go. Victoria can actually feel his cockhead pressing against the mouth of her cervix.

"It's so much…it's so far in~" She moans again.

In the one tiny corner of her mind that's still capable of coherent thought, Victoria truly understood that this man is going to impregnate her. That his cock inside her, filling her, pressing insistently against the very entrance to her womb, could not be denied. Any opportunity she'd had to avoid or resist this vanished the moment she had let him penetrate her, when she invited him in her intimacy.

John slowly withdraw about halfway, then push in again.

"Here we go now." He whispers in her ear.

He starts to pump her. She whimpers in his ear with each of his thrusts.

"Yeahhhh." He groans. "That's my girl. You just keep taking that cock." He adds.

Of their own accord, her arms we

goes as far around John's big torso as they can reach, and her legs wrap around his waist, as though Victoria's entire body is embracing both him and the inevitable.

He starts pumping her faster, making her rhythmic whimpers louder and the pace of them more rapid. She's loving this. Her mouth is open, panting for breath in time with his thrusts. John kiss her, thrusting his big tongue into her mouth to wrestle with her delicate one for just a moment. Then he pulls his face away from hers and starts fucking her faster still.

This wasn't like anything Victoria has ever experienced. She's has sex with a couple of other guys before, and that had been perfectly nice. But this went so far beyond perfectly nice.

John plunging into her, deeper than any man ever has, as his strong arms holds her and his muscular chest press against her breasts…it's overwhelming. Every nerve in her body feels alive with pleasure and simultaneously aches and burns with the need for more.

The thought of pumping a load of his fertile cum into this baddie unprotected womb is pushing John hard in that direction, too. So he fuck her at full speed, making Victoria cries out and raise her legs high in the air. As small shockwaves are generated each times his balls hit her ass.

Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!

The hotel extra-wide king bed is extremely sturdy but it still shake violently as John plow her hard and fast. For several minutes, the bedsprings squeak nonstop till it break in a loud thud.

Victoria body thrash wildly as a powerful orgasm course through her body.

John pins her to the bed as he plunge his cock deep inside her and release a hot torrent of cum into the very deepest part of her pussy. Victoria can actually feel the great, hot mass of John's seed forcing its way up inside her, bursting through her cervix and flooding into her womb, and she screams higher and louder, ecstasy on top of ecstasy.

When it's over, John stays on top of her, his cock buried deep inside her. Staying inside her silky, wet inside, John turns her over on her hands and knees. Resuming his sawing, his thumb brushes over John's trembling clit and she moans into the pillow, crashing into another orgasm right after the first, her hips bucking into his thrusts.

Victoria's pussy milking his shaft as she rides a shuddering orgasm, mewling and moaning. John pinches a stiff nipple on a lolling breast; Victoria's slick teen cunt tightening even more deliciously.

" We're going to make that boy Vicki ! " John rumbles, his hand kneading her ass.

And the response ? A rolling groan of pleasure followed by grinding her shapely hips against his , forcing his cock deeper into her babymaker.

"Mmmm yessss~! F-fill me up! " Victoria says, her voice incredibly lewd.

Mushing against her hot womb, John grunt from her melting warmth folding around his raging boner. The beating of her pussy causes noisy, slick pops. He rams in her like a jackhammer flattening the meaty rump to oblivion. Victoria's head thrashed involuntarily and her hips rolls forward and back meeting his every thrusts.

Turning her over, he picks up the sweaty bitch by her slender arms tgen he launches her high in the air and catch her while standing on the broken bed, she instinctually wrap her legs around his waist and clinging onto his broad build like a small child.

In this elevated position, she feels her weight bear down on his upwards-curved appendage pummeling her womanhood into a pouring, streaming state.

"Ngh~ yes!…" Victoria hisses her manicured nails racking his back.

Closing her eyes sensuously, she offer her neck towards John's oncoming lips that comes with his tongue dragging over her bronze skin. Marking his territory, he ensures to suckles her skin with his lips and lavish her with his marks. Cupping her glorious bum and having her bounce in all of that jiggling glory in his grasp.

Victoria feels her own pussy twinges, cream on his dick as her insides are churning around the vicious meat pulsating an impending ejaculation depositing straight into her womb that his fucktip made out with. There wasn't any other instance in her life when the totality of her cunt was thoroughly explored, every inch and slippery bump of her pink tunnel are twisting around his cockmeat and urging to receive the plentiful contents of his testicles.

Victoria feels the hot injection of sperm enter the bellows of her womb, clawing into the fibrous muscles of his huge back holding themselves together with astounding stability. Ferociously climaxing like a woman unhinged, the faint glimmer in her eyes makes it seem like she's possessed, fuelled by her own unleashed lust and grinding that pussy bursting with cream while expressing the release of womanly satisfaction all over her face. Out of sheer adoration, Victoria showers John's lips with feathery and tender kisses. He can't drag his dick if he tries, trapped inside that velvety hole after unloading one cumshot after the other.

John's wide hips buckle after dispersing consecutive squirts of chunky sperm, Victoria's glamorous and inflamed pussy lips draining his cock for everything that it's worth. He's relentless, burying his face into her cleavage and inhaling her delicious scent, milking himself until his balls swell like concrete, plunging inside that defiled cunt absorbing his copious seed nonstop. Saliva leaking from their mouth as they kiss, their tongues intertwining.

[ Many rounds later ]

Victoria lay on her stomach, her body stretched out across the expensive Egyptian cotton, head turned toward Homelander. Tangled sheets and the sheen of sweat cooling against their bare skin.

Homelander lay on his back, one arm behind his head, the other lazily tracing circles along the dip of her spine. Their bodies still thrumming with satisfaction.

"You know, you could just fly into the Oval Office and pop his head like a grape. " Victoria jokes as she stretch, John's fingers dragging lower, over the curve of her hip.

"You too.. " He retorts.

"So you want something with flair. A grand exit for America's beloved leader ?" She asks, propping herself up on one elbow.

"Come on, Vicky. You and I both know these things have to be clean. A good old-fashioned 'tragic accident.'" He answers.

"Plane crash ?" She hums in thought, running her fingers over his chest.

"Too common. People expect those. I want something… poetic." Homelander says, winking at her.

"Oh ? You have something in mind ?" She asks him, her hand going lower and teasing his semi-hard dick.

"What if he chokes ? Alone in his office, late at night, on some sausage ? The irony of the most powerful man in the world going out like some random loser at a chain restaurant ?" He says, smiling at her.

"Jesus, John." Victoria laugh, a rich, sultry sound.

"What ? You don't like it ?" He asks, his fingers curling in her dark hair.

"I like the humiliation of it, but… it still lacks impact. The people need to feel something. If he just drops dead of an 'accident,' they'll just be confused. But if he's taken out in some big, dramatic way? They'll be scared. They'll be ready to listen to whoever steps in to 'restore order.'" Victoria says thoughtfully.

"Go on." He orders, narrowing his eyes as he play with her plump asscheeks.

"We make him step down." She says, smiling at him.

"Oh, sure. Let's just ask nicely." Homelander's scoffs, flexing his fingers on her ass making her wince.

"Not quite, we take something he can't afford to let see the light of day. Not some cheap scandal lile a mistress, something so insidious, so destructive, that the only way out is for him to step down completely." Victoria says, humping her slick pussy on his dick.

"And where do we find something like that ?" Homelander asks in interest.

"We don't find it. We create it." Victoria bites her lip, her gaze gleaming.

"Imagine this: A secret health crisis. One only a few people know about. Something terminal, something incurable. The leader of the free world, suddenly too sick to govern." She explains her voice smooth and deliberate.

"You want to poison him ?" He asks.

"No. Poison is lazy. Too many ways to trace it. No, we introduce something… believable. A rare degenerative condition. Something the public wouldn't question. His body starts failing, his speech slurs, his hands tremble in public appearances. A slow, steady decline over the months. The media speculates, then the leaks start. Reports from anonymous sources, inside the White House, painting the picture of a man unfit to lead." She says, detailing her plan.

"And when the pressure mounts, he resigns 'for health reasons.' before succumbing to it." Homelander says, smirking as he starts to see the merits of her plan.

"Exactly. He steps down, the country mourns, but ultimately accepts it. Just a sick old man quietly fading into history." She purrs as his cockhead push past her labia.

"And what's causing this mystery illness ?" He asks her, using her ass to massage his cockhead lodge inside her pussy.

"My power's not just about popping heads, John. It's pressure. I can control it down to the most delicate touch." She says, gyrating her hips slowly as she drag her fingers along his jaw.

"With just the right frequency, I can induce micro-hemorrhages in the President's brain. Tiny, undetectable. At first, he won't even notice, maybe some dizziness, a little brain fog. But over time ?" Victoria adds.

"His neurons start dying. His motor skills degrade. Slurred speech, memory loss, tremors. Just like an aggressive form of Parkinson's." She concludes.

"And the best part ? No autopsy would ever link it to you." He says, laughing while he grabs her hips.

"Exactly. It'll look like natural causes. A tragic, untimely decline. And no one will suspect a thing." She answers while taking more of his length in her getting ready for another steamy round of sex.

"How long would it take ?" He asks her.

"A few weeks, maybe less, depending on how much pressure I apply each time. I'd need to be near him regularly, easy now that I'm vice president. A little push, and his brain will start eating itself alive." Victoria answers, moaning as Homelander finally reaches the end of his patience and bottoms out inside her.

"A girl need her rest John~" She says as she starts to lazily twerk on his cock.

"You'll get your rest when my boy's in you." Homelander retorts and slaps her asscheeks, urging her to twerk her ass faster.

[ Two weeks later ]

[ Vought News Network ]

"Good evening, America. I'm Cameron Coleman, and you're watching VNN, your number one trusted source for news that matters. Tonight, the nation watches in growing concern as President Robert Singer continues to struggle in the public eye."

The screen cuts to footage of President Singer attempting to board Air Force One. As he climbs the stairs, his foot catches on a step. He stumbles, tries to recover, and then just as he reaches the top his knees buckle, sending him sprawling forward onto the platform. A stunned silence from the reporters below is quickly replaced by frantic camera flashes as aides rush to help him to his feet.

The footage rewinds in slow motion, emphasizing the moment of his fall.

"This marks the third such incident in just two weeks, further fueling speculation about the President's health."

Another clip rolls: President Singer at a press conference. He grips the podium tightly, his gaze unfocused.

"The- uh.. American people deserve strong… strong… uh… policies that, um, uphold our values and, uh, wait, what was I-?"

A confused pause follows. His aides shift nervously in the background.

"Security !" Singer suddenly blurts out, before chuckling awkwardly. "We need security."

The camera cuts back to Cameron Coleman, his expression a careful mask of concern.

"Troubling words from the leader of the free world. And this isn't an isolated case. Just days ago, during a visit to a children's hospital, the President was heard referring to Vice President Neuman as 'Madam President' before quickly correcting himself."

A short clip plays: Singer, shaking hands with a young patient, smiling weakly.

"We have a strong administration under Madam President, uh, I mean, Vice President Neuman, of course- who is doing a, tremendous job. Truly tremendous."

The broadcast returns to the studio. Cameron Coleman leans forward slightly, his voice lowering to emphasize the weight of her words.

"With incidents like these happening more frequently, Americans are left wondering: is President Singer still capable of handling the immense responsibilities of his office ? And if not… is it time for new leadership ?"

A new image appears on the screen: Victoria Neuman at a public event, shaking hands with military officials, looking sharp and composed in a tailored dark green suit.

"Meanwhile, Vice President Neuman has continued to prove herself as a steady hand in these uncertain times. Recent polling suggests that confidence in her leadership has never been higher. With the country facing growing economic and international challenges, many are beginning to ask… how much longer can America afford to wait ?"

A dramatic pause. The VNN logo spins onto the screen as the segment ends.

"Stay with us after the break as we speak to top political analysts about what this could mean for the future of the nation. I'm Cameron Coleman, and this is Vought News Network, where we bring you the truth, unfiltered."

Meanwhile, online, a similar narrative is taking shape.

On the web, a troll farm operating in the shadows has begun circulating memes and deepfakes mocking President Singer's health issues. Thousands of manipulated images flood social media, depicting the President in various absurd and degrading scenarios: slipping on banana peels, stumbling through interviews, and even being photoshopped into historical moments with captions suggesting he's lost his grip on reality.

Deepfake videos are particularly dangerous, with one viral clip showing the President struggling through a speech, his face morphing into exaggerated expressions, his voice slurring unnaturally. The video quickly spreads, being reposted and reshared by thousands, adding to the growing distrust.

In another popular meme, President Singer's fall on the stairs of Air Force One is looped with comical sound effects, turning the incident into a viral joke that mocks his age, his capabilities, and his leadership. The fall of a president, one meme reads, with a picture of a toddler stumbling with the caption: Age has a funny way of catching up with you, huh?

The viral campaign takes on a life of its own, blurring the lines between reality and satire, feeding into the growing doubts about the President's fitness for office. Public opinion is swayed not by facts, but by the emotional impact of these images and videos.

Despite efforts from the administration to control the narrative, the deepfakes continue to spread, fueling a social media frenzy and further dividing the country.

Stan Edgar sat in his expansive, modern living room, the soft glow of the Tv and the ambient lighting casting long shadows across the sleek, minimalistic decor. He leans back in his leather chair, a glass of scotch in hand, his mind drifting as he reviewed reports on his tablet while VNN keeps running in the background.

The silence of the night broken only by the distant hum of the city outside. Suddenly, the door to his study creaks open.

Before he can register the movement, Kimiko is upon him. Swift, silent and deadly, she closes the distance with the speed of a shadow. Then, a single, precise motion and her blade traces the line of his throat, the cool steel gliding effortlessly through skin and muscle.

Stan barely have time to react. His hand goes to his throat as blood pour, warm and thick, splattering onto the fine white rug beneath his feet. His vision blur, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the life drain from him. His eyes, wide with disbelief, lock on Kimiko, but she shows no sign of hesitation.

Her gaze as cold as the steel she wield, she steps back, allowing him to collapse, his body twitching in the final throes of life. No words. No struggle. Just the quiet finality of a man.

It's over in seconds. Kimiko disappearing, leaving Stan Edgar's blood to stain the floor of his own home.

[ A few days later ]

Homelander leans back in Stan's old chair, the leather creaking beneath him as he surveys his new kingdom. The previous CEO already forgotten, Vought is a cold and uncaring machine so two day is sufficient to move on.

Ashley stood before the desk, her hands fidgeting. She's always been a nervous wreck around him, but now ? Now, she's utterly at his mercy even professionally.

"Well, Ashley..." He starts, lacing his fingers together. "Congratulations. You just got a promotion." He continues.

"Wait, what ?" Ashley's breath hitches.

"You're the new CEO of Vought." Homelander says smiling proudly.

"B-but, sir, I-I mean, I don't.." She blinks, mouth slightly open, struggling to process it.

"Oh, don't be modest, Ashley." He interrupt, tilting his head. "You've been running this place for months anyway. Now, you're just doing it officially… for me." Homelander reminds her.

Ashley swallow hard. She knows what this mean. She isn't in control, she's just his puppet, a mouthpiece for his rule. But did she really have a choice or a desire to refuse.

"I won't disappoint you. " She says, forcing a smile.

"You won't." Homelander answers, his blue eyes pinning her in place as he stands and get closer.

Homelander have notice it, the way Ashley don't seem to bruise anymore after he relieve his pent up balls with her pussy, the way she bends and twist under pressure. Now is the time to get the truth out of her.

"Take off your jacket," He orders her suddenly.

"W-what ?" Ashley freeze, still lost in thought.

"Your jacket. Off." He reiterate.

Her hands moves as she obey, sliding the blazer from her shoulders. The thin fabric of her blouse cling to her frame, and beneath it, her bra is the next piece to go off, she do it before je even needs to order it. She's used to it, she learned.

He heft a breast, tightening his grip. Not enough to tear skin but enough to make anyone else whimper in pain.

Ashley barely flinch. Instead, her skin… stretches. Gives way, like some kind of hyper-elastic material, before snapping back into place as he releases her breast.

"Well, well… Look at you." Homelander says, grinning.

"I, I took Compound V." Ashley admits. "Just in case. I didn't want to be useless to you." She quickly adds.

"Good girl. Now get on the desk, we need to baptize your new office." Homelander says, smiling at her with something akin to twisted pride.