Danny Hump is an outspoken man and the last person people thought would win the race to be the new British Prime Minister and yet - somehow - that is exactly what happened... He won! But little does Hump know, his first day in office will also be his last as a vigilante gang, wearing latex masks of ex-Prime Ministers, take matters into their own hands in an effort to stop him from destroying the country.
This is Extreme Horror
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With Danny stunned, Major grabbed one arm and Churchill grabbed the other. They hoisted him back so that he was on his knees and then held him there. Putin stepped forward again and pulled the front of the PM’s pants down too. Danny’s pathetic cock, shrivelled from a heavy mix of pain, fear and the cold, hung there lifelessly. ‘Don’t worry, sir, it’s stressful running a country. We all understand… Well nearly all of us… Major still managed to get it up with Currie so… Clearly he works well but… Regardless. Leave it to your minions to help.’ A second Thatcher came forward from the rear of the group. In her hand, there was a needle. Despite Danny’s new struggles against Churchill and Major, she inserted the needle into his dick and injected the contents. Alprostadil. Within five to twenty minutes, his cock would be standing tall and proud - ready to fuck. The irony wasn’t lost on a nameless watcher towards the back of the pack who started to giggle at the thought of Margaret Thatcher finally giving a man a hard-on. When someone next to him asked what was funny, the joke soon spread to the rest of the room.