They had come to their last resort. After exhausting every diplomatic avenue and every political connection, repelling the eagerness of Russia to dominate every country in the world or turn it into a nuclear wasteland left these world leaders with no choice but to entertain the demands made of them by Putin. Maybe their sacrifices would buy enough time for NATO to gain the upperhand and develop some strategy. For now, they would have to grin and bear this insult to their persons.
Sanna Marin
Sanna Marin was first. As Prime Minister for Finland, one of two countries threatened by Russia for even thinking about joining NATO, she represented the first big step toward appeasement. She stepped out to the camera, already showing signs of her defeat with cat ears on her head and a cat collar around her neck in colors of the Russian flag. The same black blazer and plunging neckline from her photo shoot with Trendi covered her, until it didn't, sliding off to show her tiny tits and furry pussy. For emphasis, she turned around and wagged her butt plug cat tail before giving a fake smile to the camera.
"As the Prime Minister of Finland, I'm proud to show our eagerness to please our new owners. All good pets know not to bite the hand that feeds us, and we will do anything asked of us to get some tasty treats."
To make the point, she stooped to her hands and knees and crawled over to a pair of Russian soldiers. Their hands wandered to her hips and head to get her in position, shoving their cocks to her waiting holes. She purred into the microphone like a good kitty, doing her best to hide the shame of falling in status from leader to pet slut.
Kaja Kallas
But she was only the first. Kaja Kallas, Prime Minister of Estonia, took to the screen next. She didn't have as much scandalous baggage as Sanna, but she had two things working against her country: NATO membership and a border with Russia. These facts set her up for a role to play in this degrading press conference.
"Estonia regrets our connection to NATO and will be severing ties immediately. However, this does not make up for the past 18 years of choosing to side with NATO instead of Russia. To apologize, I have been tasked with becoming the whore I was born to be and servicing every Russian eager to hear it from my mouth to yours."
She looked sincere if only by the heavy makeup she wore, from layers of foundation to bright rouge on her cheeks and lips. Her teased hair made her look almost dollish, a toy for the playing, which another soldier pulled aside for undressing. Off went her dark blue blazer. The ribbon around her neck came undone. Ripping the white blouse off, as she had no more need for it, exposed a plain tattoo over her womb: Собственность России with the Russian flag.
She moaned and shuddered when a hand followed an arrow from that tattoo to grab her by the pussy. Her slender thighs led to her bald slit where all viewers could see the soldier's 'gun' ram itself within. As Kaja sunk into it, moaning into the arms of her fucker, the next world leader entered this picture. She approached the podium, set her hands to each of its sides and addressed her audience.
Katrín Jakobsdóttir
"My name is Katrín Jakobsdóttir, Prime Minister of Iceland. You might not recognize me as a representative of my shitty backwater country, and it may not seem relevant with how far away it is from Russia, but I'm here for one reason: I'm a tease."
She gripped the podium tighter. Slowly, a pinkness crept up her neck, reaching her chin. A sweaty clamminess arose on her reddening skin. She panted. Bit her lip. Sniffling with lustful tears in her eyes, she proceeded with the speech prepared for her.
"Every time I ran for office, I said I opposed Iceland's membership with NATO. Time and time again, I suggested to Russia that I might abandon NATO like a bad boyfriend and made them think we might side with Russia one day. It was always a lie. I only said that to get elected, knowing I could say other parties wouldn't let me do it."
As she spoke, her words thickened with lust. She leaned forward, thrusting her ass out, lewdly contorting her expression into one of carnality. The big bulge in her dress became more pronounced with her sweat making it stick against her.
"No tease should go unpunished. That's why in addition to Iceland leaving NATO, I will be kept on... on... on the edge of orgasm day and night."
An explosion of stimulation had her slink downward. Gradually fading from sight. But just before she could, eyes poking over the edge of her lectern, she gave her final farewell.
"It is my hope that this punishment pleases Russia."
She collapsed, clutching her crotch as waves of desire hit her like a ton of bricks. Only her moans reached the microphone now, growing louder and more intense... then fading, when the vibrator inside her settled down to deny her release. If the viewers could see her, they would have watched the Prime Minister claw at her panties, unable to penetrate the chastity device that sealed her cunt away from her own control.
One remained. A special guest. Stepping over the pile of Katrin Jakobsdóttir and her mess on the floor, this woman stepped to the podium and abruptly dropped her bare, full, huge breasts on it. Their big brown teats looked as angry as the woman herself, who couldn't manage to hide her disgust with her equally big mouth. Her task required tweaking those nipples, flicking and pinching them in their hardness while she gave her statement to a waiting world.
Jacinda Ardern
"I'm Jacinda Ardern, former Prime Minister of New Zealand and now Milkslave of the great Russian empire."
She scowled as an inkling of milk trickled out in full view of their viewers. Her island's distance from the action underscored that NATO wasn't the sole source of ire to be had. Splashy headlines about Jacinda as an antidote to the likes of Putin placed a target on her back years ago that found its mark when she joined in condemning Russia's latest moves. These moves meant an example needed to be made of her, which she carried out with as much enthusiasm as expected.
"Milk is one of New Zealand's top exports. To maximize our capacity, I and the rest of the women of my country will become cows and send our supply to Russia."
Spreading her breasts apart revealed a brand of the Presidential Seal painstakingly detailed in the deep crevice.
"As you can see," Jacinda said, "I am the prized heifer of the President of the Russian Federation. He has exclusive rights to me, and anyone who wishes to drink from or mate with me must gain his permission. He already has a list of studs ready to breed with me."
While she spoke, another soldier arrived with a device. Its purpose became clear as he attached the suction cups. It was a breast pump. Heavy duty, it latched seamlessly. Red lights shone its status on standby, giving Jacinda a final chance to speak.
"This concludes our press conference. We hope you enjoyed watching me and the other Prime Ministers put in our places today. Follow the link below for the latest updates and videos of our new lives in service to Russia."
A whirring sound preluded what was to come. With the flick of a switch, Jacinda's tits spurted their first splash of milk for the world to see. Her mooing and the moans of her fellow debased women played out this historic conference.
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Concessions for Russia
They had come to their last resort. After exhausting every diplomatic avenue and every political connection, repelling the eagerness of Russia to dominate every country in the world or turn it into a nuclear wasteland left these world leaders with no choice but to entertain the demands made of them by Putin. Maybe their sacrifices would buy enough time for NATO to gain the upperhand and develop some strategy. For now, they would have to grin and bear this insult to their persons.
Sanna Marin was first. As Prime Minister for Finland, one of two countries threatened by Russia for even thinking about joining NATO, she represented the first big step toward appeasement. She stepped out to the camera, already showing signs of her defeat with cat ears on her head and a cat collar around her neck in colors of the Russian flag. The same black blazer and plunging neckline from her photo shoot with Trendi covered her, until it didn't, sliding off to show her tiny tits and furry pussy. For emphasis, she turned around and wagged her butt plug cat tail before giving a fake smile to the camera.
"As the Prime Minister of Finland, I'm proud to show our eagerness to please our new owners. All good pets know not to bite the hand that feeds us, and we will do anything asked of us to get some tasty treats."
To make the point, she stooped to her hands and knees and crawled over to a pair of Russian soldiers. Their hands wandered to her hips and head to get her in position, shoving their cocks to her waiting holes. She purred into the microphone like a good kitty, doing her best to hide the shame of falling in status from leader to pet slut.
But she was only the first. Kaja Kallas, Prime Minister of Estonia, took to the screen next. She didn't have as much scandalous baggage as Sanna, but she had two things working against her country: NATO membership and a border with Russia. These facts set her up for a role to play in this degrading press conference.
"Estonia regrets our connection to NATO and will be severing ties immediately. However, this does not make up for the past 18 years of choosing to side with NATO instead of Russia. To apologize, I have been tasked with becoming the whore I was born to be and servicing every Russian eager to hear it from my mouth to yours."
She looked sincere if only by the heavy makeup she wore, from layers of foundation to bright rouge on her cheeks and lips. Her teased hair made her look almost dollish, a toy for the playing, which another soldier pulled aside for undressing. Off went her dark blue blazer. The ribbon around her neck came undone. Ripping the white blouse off, as she had no more need for it, exposed a plain tattoo over her womb: Собственность России with the Russian flag.
She moaned and shuddered when a hand followed an arrow from that tattoo to grab her by the pussy. Her slender thighs led to her bald slit where all viewers could see the soldier's 'gun' ram itself within. As Kaja sunk into it, moaning into the arms of her fucker, the next world leader entered this picture. She approached the podium, set her hands to each of its sides and addressed her audience.
"My name is Katrín Jakobsdóttir, Prime Minister of Iceland. You might not recognize me as a representative of my shitty backwater country, and it may not seem relevant with how far away it is from Russia, but I'm here for one reason: I'm a tease."
She gripped the podium tighter. Slowly, a pinkness crept up her neck, reaching her chin. A sweaty clamminess arose on her reddening skin. She panted. Bit her lip. Sniffling with lustful tears in her eyes, she proceeded with the speech prepared for her.
"Every time I ran for office, I said I opposed Iceland's membership with NATO. Time and time again, I suggested to Russia that I might abandon NATO like a bad boyfriend and made them think we might side with Russia one day. It was always a lie. I only said that to get elected, knowing I could say other parties wouldn't let me do it."
As she spoke, her words thickened with lust. She leaned forward, thrusting her ass out, lewdly contorting her expression into one of carnality. The big bulge in her dress became more pronounced with her sweat making it stick against her.
"No tease should go unpunished. That's why in addition to Iceland leaving NATO, I will be kept on... on... on the edge of orgasm day and night."
An explosion of stimulation had her slink downward. Gradually fading from sight. But just before she could, eyes poking over the edge of her lectern, she gave her final farewell.
"It is my hope that this punishment pleases Russia."
She collapsed, clutching her crotch as waves of desire hit her like a ton of bricks. Only her moans reached the microphone now, growing louder and more intense... then fading, when the vibrator inside her settled down to deny her release. If the viewers could see her, they would have watched the Prime Minister claw at her panties, unable to penetrate the chastity device that sealed her cunt away from her own control.
One remained. A special guest. Stepping over the pile of Katrin Jakobsdóttir and her mess on the floor, this woman stepped to the podium and abruptly dropped her bare, full, huge breasts on it. Their big brown teats looked as angry as the woman herself, who couldn't manage to hide her disgust with her equally big mouth. Her task required tweaking those nipples, flicking and pinching them in their hardness while she gave her statement to a waiting world.
"I'm Jacinda Ardern, former Prime Minister of New Zealand and now Milkslave of the great Russian empire."
She scowled as an inkling of milk trickled out in full view of their viewers. Her island's distance from the action underscored that NATO wasn't the sole source of ire to be had. Splashy headlines about Jacinda as an antidote to the likes of Putin placed a target on her back years ago that found its mark when she joined in condemning Russia's latest moves. These moves meant an example needed to be made of her, which she carried out with as much enthusiasm as expected.
"Milk is one of New Zealand's top exports. To maximize our capacity, I and the rest of the women of my country will become cows and send our supply to Russia."
Spreading her breasts apart revealed a brand of the Presidential Seal painstakingly detailed in the deep crevice.
"As you can see," Jacinda said, "I am the prized heifer of the President of the Russian Federation. He has exclusive rights to me, and anyone who wishes to drink from or mate with me must gain his permission. He already has a list of studs ready to breed with me."
While she spoke, another soldier arrived with a device. Its purpose became clear as he attached the suction cups. It was a breast pump. Heavy duty, it latched seamlessly. Red lights shone its status on standby, giving Jacinda a final chance to speak.
"This concludes our press conference. We hope you enjoyed watching me and the other Prime Ministers put in our places today. Follow the link below for the latest updates and videos of our new lives in service to Russia."
A whirring sound preluded what was to come. With the flick of a switch, Jacinda's tits spurted their first splash of milk for the world to see. Her mooing and the moans of her fellow debased women played out this historic conference.