Only in America

When she was thirty-seven, America Ortega, last president of the United States and leader of whatever came next, didn't know what to do.

That hadn't been too rare an occurence over the last few years, of course; she could barely even remember how it had all happened beyond the blur of killing Cyrus and letting Pierce talk her into playing the hero. Sure, every kid in the barrio had some idealistic white teacher who told them they could grow up to be president, but America could barely handle being a fucking gang leader. Thankfully, she'd had Shaundi and Kinzie and Pierce and Ben and Keith to keep her from making too big an ass of herself, but even then she couldn't help but feel like everyone was just waiting for her to fuck up.

And then, she did.

They'd lost everything. In one horrible moment, just when it looked like things were going their way, they'd lost everything in an explosion of light and heat and everything they'd ever known. Zinyak and his empire had fallen out of the sky and given her an ultimatum, and she'd called his bluff, and it hadn't been a bluff and she and everyone who depended on her lost everything, all because of her. It seemed her life had a lot of moments like that.

America shook her head to clear it and took another shot at the punching bag they'd installed on the alien battleship that would be their home for the forseeable future. Yeah, that was another thing she was having trouble wrapping her head around.

Keith was on the bridge making sure their hiding place in the bowels of Zinyak's city-sized flagship wasn't discovered, which checked off the only thing onboard she was actually capable of doing. Well, other than wallowing in self-pity about the fact that the entire human race was extinct and it was all her fault.

She shook her head again as a high-pitched grunt caught her attention. She peeked around the corner to find a headless Kinzie sticking out of a bank of wires, ridiculous space suit unzipped to the waist and her hoodie riding up to reveal a sliver of freckled white skin. Unlike her, Kinzie had plenty to do onboard. So much so, in fact, that America couldn't help thinking she was making work for herself to keep from having to think about what was actually going on.

At the sound of her approaching footsteps, the redhead dropped to the floor with a scowl at the interruption.

"Hey Kinzie, you wanna fuck?"

As expected, the joke was met with a deeper scowl as she dropped the weird-ass alien tool she was holding. Less expected was when she said "Let's go" and her fist connected with the Latina's jaw.

"Kinzie, what the fuck..." America's response and her attempt to massage her jaw were cut off when the redhead's hand grabbed her ponytail and wrenched her head up into a rough kiss.

It wasn't like America had never thought about it. Hell, it wasn't like she never thought about it when she got herself off in the shower. But she'd sure as hell never once imagined Kinzie'd actually go for it. Then she had to stop being surprised because Kinzie's girly little hands had unzipped her suit and were expertly squeezing handfuls of her huge tits as the redhead's tongue burrowed down her throat.

"Take it off," the redhead growled, and to America that sounded like a very good suggestion. The body she revealed when she stripped off the space suit was even more muscular than it had been before she took office; working out, after all, was pretty much the only way for her to relieve her built-up tension since her cabinet didn't approve of her beating the shit out of cops and gangbangers like she used to.

But then, this brave new world of alien armies and virtual reality was apparently home to even more avenues of stress relief than she'd been expecting.

The kiss got harder as Kinzie's thigh slid between her legs, making her already dripping pussy even wetter. "Hands up," the redhead ordered, and America was too horny and confused and so so so fucking horny to care.

She didn't realize she'd been pushed back into the alcove where Kinzie'd been working until the bundles of wires hanging down from above were wrapped around her wrists.

"Uh, Kinzie..."

"Shut up!" The next hot, hard kiss silenced her, except for the groan of pleasure when Kinzie's fingers started to pinch her nipple. She arched forward into the touch, only for Kinzie to squeeze so hard it hurt and drop her hands entirely, moving down to attack the Latina's tits with her mouth, sucking and biting until America's nipples were raw, her huge, heaving breasts were covered with hickies, and her cunt was streaming from the first breast-only orgasm...hell, make that the first orgasm...she'd had in a long fucking time.

When Kinzie dropped down and reached for her toolbox, America was a little terrified. She was also wetter than she'd been since she got to watch the panties-only catfight that had spontaneously erupted as a result of Asha and Viola's first meeting.

Kinzie smirked. When her hands came up, each one held a pair of needle-nose pliers. When they clamped down on her sensitized nipples, America bucked against the restraints.

America lost sight of the diminutive redhead, only to feel something much bigger and flatter and harder than a hand smack her ass cheek. She grunted, more in surpise than in pain, then again more in pain as the second blow landed. Kinzie wordlessly kept up the spanking until America's clit was throbbing from the shame and the pain, the Latina's ass thrusting back into her hands.

With nothing more than a sneer, Knizie dropped down between America's legs, spreading the muscular thighs as wide as she could. When two fingers parted her cunt lips, America gasped. When the petite redhead's lips fastened around her clit and started to suck like a vacuum cleaner, America screamed.

Her cunt juices were gushing, which meant it was almost too easy for Kinzie to shove in two more fingers. Then the thumb. Then America's head was thrown back so hard she was afraid she'd break her neck by the fisting and the sucking and another painful orgasm ripping through her. Kinzie didn't let up, her other hand coming up to rub itself in the cream dripping down the Latina's thighs, only to crawl backwards to smear the lubrication around her boss' puckered asshole. America bucked when Kinzie's finger wormed its way into her, but just as quickly it left again. Then, something cold and hard took its place. America didn't realize it was another pair of pliers until it started to stretch her asshole wide, the pain searing and the scream of another orgasm wrenching itself from her raw throat. Kinzie didn't stop, just shoving her fist in faster and sucking harder and spreading her asshole wider until...

"Unicorn! Fuck, fuck, unicorn!"

Kinzie stopped. Then, as if a spell had been broken, she dropped to the deck. When America could finally move her head, she looked down, eyes stinging and throat in agony, and saw that she wasn't the only one crying.

Warring between the desire to get there as fast as possible and the knowledge that she was quite possibly restrained with the wires that kept them all from suffocating, America slowly but firmly worked her hand out of Kinzie's makeshift bindings. Her entire body felt like someone had dipped it in acid, and not entirely in a bad way. She dropped to her knees next to the still-fully-clothed redhead, and hesitantly touched her cheek.

"Oh God," Kinzie croaked. "Oh God, what do we do? Everything...what do we..."

America gathered her into an embrace, the genius' head on her still-sore breast, both their bodies shaking. "I don't know. Kinzie, I don't...everything's gonna be okay. I promise."

"How? How can it be okay?"

America didn't answer. She just held the redhead tighter as they cried.