The World As It Could Be

It was a night out at the club like any other. Dudes with popped collars and too much cologne. Girls in short dresses but trying not to look too slutty. But back on this night, there was a certain energy in the air. It was election day, after all, and one of the most important referendums in history was being voted on.

It had only been a couple years since the first Patriarchist had been elected to Congress. At first, it seemed like a fringe movement, unlikely to gain any traction. But then, maybe as a backlash to #MeToo and the increasing demands women started having, more and more men started coming forward as Patriarchists, and a few women too. Eventually bills started showing up to remove the Equal Rights Protection Act and other similar anti-discriminatory measures, but were outright rejected by Congress. Maybe she got tired of having the same debates, but it was a female Speaker of the House that finally suggested putting it to a referendum. "Let the people decide," she said to her conservative colleges, "and when they reject these measures, you all can finally shut up about it, and we can all get back to work." The liberal feminists were confident the people would choose correctly, so the measure past, and there it was: whatever the good people wanted, they would get.

I had been writing articles for a while by that time on the dangers of modern feminism and the needs--economic, cultural, spiritual--of getting back to a gendered society. Efforts to fight human trafficking of women were fruitless. We lost the war on drugs, and finally accepted people were going to do drugs no matter what, so we might as well legalize and tax them. We lost the war on poverty, and accepted that some people are just dumb as shit and aren't adding value to society, so let them be poor. I didn't see how the underground slavery movement was any different. There was demand, so there will always be those willing to supply. It's human nature, why fight it? Maybe it was because of all my writing that I was approached to help author what would eventually be on the ballots for every American to consider.

Our initial strategy was simple. On one side we started a social media campaign "Vote Yes While You Can" and encouraged girls to use the hashtag #mylastvote and guys to use #mybestvote. We hired influencers in every subculture to spread the message and encourage people to vote yes. We offered cash prizes to those who took pictures of their ballots showing they voted yes and posted them to Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter. Girls would giggle about it, "might as well, it's not like this thing has a chance of passing, so why not get some free money?". On the other side of the things, we worked to phrase the referendum in a way that would be hard to a cunt to understand. Initially we just wanted to remove equal protections, but then we added portions that would revote the 19th amendment (which allowed women to vote), and would forbid women from holding public office. By the time we put the finishing touches on what people would see, it effectively legalized sexual assault on women and reduced women to property. The thing was 17 pages long.

And that brings us back to the club. By 8pm the polls had closed and results started coming in slowly. I heard people talking about it, but everyone was laughing it off. Some girls at the bar had already gotten their money for their vote and were talking about what they would do with it. Around 10pm people attention switched to the large TV on the wall. The big screen that usually shows music videos or psychedelic imagery now had a boring graph showing votes as they were counted. It was getting close, closer than most people expected by this point. By 10:30, half the votes had been counted and only 60% were rejecting the law. Some women started looking uncomfortable. "Wow, I can't believe so many people voted for this thing," I overheard some trashy cunt next to me say. "I thought the No's would be like 99%. I only voted yes as a joke, like, this thing is ridiculous, it'll never pass." By 10:45, the tally was 45% Yes, 55% No with 20% left to report. By 11pm, it was 49%-51%. Some guys were laughing about how crazy it would be it this thing became law, and what they would do to some of the girls in the club. Some girls gathered their things and headed toward the door, but were stopped by the bouncers. "Can't let anyone leave, ladies, it's not safe out there," one of the big black bouncers said, crossing his arms in front of the door. Some dumb cunts tried to get passed him, but just bounced off him like tennis balls off a wall (I guess that's why they call them bouncers, eh?). Some girls were starting to panic realizing they couldn't leave, and the guys were getting excited. "It's gonna be like grabbing fish in a barrel," my buddy said to me.

"And there you have it folks, the people have spoken," the anchorman on the news announced. His co-anchor, a pretty little blonde, was sitting next to him wide-eyed and pale-faced. The man on TV smiled, "50.5% Yes. Wowwie, that was a real nail biter towards the end. What do you say, Martha?" The anchorwoman stayed still and silent, with eyes transfixed on the final numbers. "Or should I say, cunt? How does it feel to lose your rights just like that, cunt?". Her eyes lowered but she still said nothing. "I guess it doesn't matter what you think any more," the joyful anchorman continued. "No one gives a fuck what you have to say anyway. Take off that dress, show the good people what nice tits you have."

"You...you can't be serious," she finally spoke. "No, no way, I still have my dignity." Her eyes turned to one of the security guards in the studio for help.

"Remove the dress, ma'am. The law is the law. As of midnight, you don't have the right to refuse an order."

The skinny young blonde that had worked so hard and blown so many TV execs to get where she--an anchorwoman on prime time--found herself undressing on live TV. The man next to her could tell she was horrified, and it just made him smile bigger.

"Aren't those nice folks?" He turned to the camera as her tits popped out. "I've seen them before, obviously. I fuck every cunt that wants a job here. I guess I don't have to hide it anymore." He stood up and pushed the blonde's head to the table, unzipped, and started pounding away, right there for the world to see. "You guys want a crack at this? Come on George, you only live once!" The old security guard smiled and came over, taking off his tie.

"I've always want to try little Martha," the guard said. "She thinks she's soooo much better than everybody else. You still think your better than me?" He leaned over and looked her in the eyes. "You ain't nothing but rape meat now, you dumb cunt".

Everyone in the club was watching the TV, how quickly it all unfolded. I nudged by buddy and raised my eyebrows, looking around the room. "Where to begin?" He smiled and walked over to the bar.

I had noticed the redhead before, thought she was cute. She seemed fit, I bet she does a shit ton of yoga. We walked over to her and her friends with a pep in our step. They were all frantically texting on their phones.

"Hi there," I said to the redhead. She looked at me in disbelief but didn't say anything. "Drop down on your knees, I want to fuck your throat."

"Excuse me?" She seemed like she was starting to realize what was happening. "Find someone else, I'm going home." She grabbed her purse, but my friend stopped her.

"You better do what he says," he told her. "We'd hate to get the cops in here."

The redheaded cunt look over at her friend. Her friend looked Indian but spoke like a valley girl. "I'm calling my Dad, and he's coming to pick us up, so you guys can just fuck off and pick on somebody else," the little Indian cunt snapped. She dialed and put the phone on speaker. "Daddy! OMG, have you seen the news? I'm at a bar with Samantha and some guys think they can just rape us, or whatever. Can you come get us, I'm really, like, scared."

"Shut the fuck up you dumb bitch," came a thick Indian accent on the other end. "All you fucking do is talk and spend my money, and now you've got what's coming to you. I saw you're post! You voted for the bill, you fucking whore! Let me talk to those guys there." The Indian cunt moved the phone closer to my buddy, who unbuttoning the back of her dress. "You want to fuck my daughter, go right ahead!" said the angry Indian man on the phone. "Just don't wear her out too much, she's going to be my new cum dump when she gets home, and I still want some tread on the tires if you know what I mean."

"Yes, sir," replied my friend as he pulled the straps down over the curry cunt's shoulders.

"Ew, Daddy! That's gross, you don't mean that do you? I'm your princess!" The Indian bitch looked disgusted but didn't seem to notice she was being undress.

"Now you're my whore. You wanted this, you got this. Every fucking day you'll be serving my cock, so enjoy you're last night out!" The phone clicked and the call ended. My buddy pulled the little black dress, revealing mocha brown tits with dark nipples. The girl didn't even flinch.

"Oh my god, Samantha, do you really think my Dad's gonna fuck me every day? He's so fat and gross. Maybe he'll get tired after a while and let things go back to normal." But the redhead was a little busy by that point. Once she realized she wasn't getting out of this, and seeing the chaos around her, the porcelain-skinned ginger figured a blowjob was her best option. I guided her head lower until she was on her knees, unzipped, and let her suckle at it for a bit.

"I wouldn't worry about your Dad right now," said my buddy. "Stand up so I can get the rest of this dress off." She did as he said, still in a kind of shock. He pulled the dress over her head and threw it over the bar. Then he pulled her panties off, crumpled them up, and threw them in the opposite direction.

"Hey, I'll need those!" The Indian cunt said, now fully nude except for her black high heels.

My friend shook his head, "No you wont. I'm sending you home to Daddy just like this." He grabbed her tits and gave them a good squeeze. She inhaled sharply. "Get up on the bar and spread your legs." He pulled out his cock, which was impressively sized, and started rubbing it on her clit.

"Can you at least you a condom?" the dumb Indian cunt asked in protest. "I'm not even on anything, and I don't want--"

"Fuck no. I'm nutting inside you. After that, it's your problem." His cock hardened fast and he quickly buried himself balls deep in her cleanly shaved brown cunt. I'm guessing she came to the bar that night to get a hook up, and boy did she get one.

I took a seat to get comfortable as the redheaded cunt worked her tongue around my balls. She clearly had some experience. Up on the stage there was a bit of commotion. Two dumb cunts were up there shouting "Rape is wrong! This is still my body! Women of America, fight back!" They were trying to start a rebellion, but most of their fellow cunts were a little busy and didn't even bother looking up.

The DJ on the side of the stage was a big muscular black guy with thick dreads. He approached one of the trouble makers with a simple "Shut the fuck up, bitch." The chubby feminist looked outraged.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that! Get away, get away from me!" She picked up a wine bottle and tried to hit him with it as he came closer.

He smiled and grabbed the bottle out of her hand. "You dumb cunt. Attacking a man is a crime." He grabbed her and pulled so her back was against his chest. Even though she was fat, she looked tiny next to him. He took the glass bottle, narrow end first, and pushed it up her dress. She screamed in pain and flailed about, but she couldn't budge. He kept pushing, and the farther that bottle got, the more the fat pig squealed, begging him to stop. When bottle was pretty much all the way up, he threw her on the ground. She put her hands up defensively, but he had the eyes of predator with a singular goal. He used his big Army-like boots to stomp that cunt. On the third stomp, we all heard the crunch of glass breaking, and the cunt's screams went silent as she looked down in shock. The room of guys watching this, most with their cocks in some bitch's hole--or waiting their turn for one--started chanting "Kill the cunt! Kill the cunt!". The DJ looked around and raised his arms, beckoning the chants to get louder, and they did. He stomped that bitch at least 20 more times. When I saw her body go limp and the life in her eyes fade, I pulled the thick head of red hair toward me, until I was well passed her tonsils, and emptied myself down her tight throat.

The DJ looked over at the other feminist on stage, staring at her now very dead friend. "And what about you? You still want to rise and fight?" He lick his lips. The other girl was skinnier and probably a little Jewish--the kind of girl that would be really hot if not for her giant honking nose.

"No...no sir, I was just kidding. I'm just a dumb cunt, see?" She started unbuttoning her blouse and tears filled her eyes. The DJ walked over to her and ripped the rest of her blouse of her shirt off, pulled her pants down, and pushed her down so she fell on her stomach. He pulled her up so she was on her hands and knees, and rammed his giant cock straight into her little white asshole. No lube or nothing, that shit must have hurt like hell. But she didn't scream. She just cried deep, heavy sobs as more guys came over with their cocks out.

"Let's get a ass-to-mouth train running on this bitch," the DJ said as he pulled out, then walk over to her face and started fucking that throat with his shit-covered dick. Another guy stepped up and filled in the now gaping asshole. The fucking Jew must have tasted her own ass on 30 cocks that night.

I looked over at my friend as he was finishing up. The little Indian bitch let out a scream of pleasure as he shot in load in her. He slapped her hard across the face. "I didn't give you permission to cum, cunt. What the fuck?"

"I'm sorry, sir, I just couldn't help myself." She seemed a little embarrassed she had let herself enjoy it so much.

The pale redhead who had just gulped my load stared at her friend's dripping cunt like a fat kid looks at cake. "Devi, that look so delicious." The ginger crawled over and buried her face in her brown friend's cunt and started sucking and lapping, like she wanted every drop of my friends cum.

The curry bitch let her head fall backward and let out a moan. "Oh, Samantha, why haven't we done this before. God I hope my Dad lets you clean me up every time." The ginger was busy with her tongue up her friend's snatch, and was greedily rubbing her own clit. Yeah, I don't believe for a second those girls voted as a joke. This is exactly what they wanted.

Upstairs they were having there own little insurrection, but it had been quelled by the time I got up there. Two cunts were strung up from the ceiling, still twitching for a bit, until they weren't. The bathrooms had signs up saying "Urinals out of order. Use a cunt instead." I shrugged and went over to one of the cunts kneeling on the floor in the bathroom.

"Please sir, I've swallowed so much piss already. I just can't anymore." I slammed her head into the wall, and I could tell she was dizzy for a while.

"Well you're just going to have to swallow a little more, cuz all the other cunts are occupied." I pulled her head and she obediently took me in her mouth. I started to piss--I really had to go by that point--and I could her the sweet sound of gulp, gulp, gulp. That was one good piss, I must have unloaded half a gallon into that bitches stomach. "There you go, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I said as I zipped up. The cunt put a hand over her mouth and her checks swelled. She got up and ran to the sink where she started puking yellow. I shrugged and walked out.

We had a lot of fun that night. By the time the sun came up, we were all pretty beat. I had fucked so many holes my dick was sore. I needed a nap. The cunts that could still walk got up and waddled home, none of them could really stand up straight or walk very fast, so it looked like a bunch of ducks walking down the street. A few were being arrested and thrown in the back of police vans on reports of failing to comply with lawful orders or resisting a lawful rape.

It was looking good for us, but those of us that had been part of the movement knew we still had a long way to go. Much of the world was still resistant to change, and our work was far from done. But we knew the future was ours, if we could keep it.