Phoebe Birch had made history by securing the most important victory for feminism of the decade – the “right to swallow”.

It had come in the wake of setbacks, of course.  A conservative fundamentalist government had finally succeeded in outlawing abortions throughout the nation, banning all forms of female contraception, and requiring pregnant women to accept the guardianship and guidance of a male to ensure they carried their babies to term.  In a single stroke, women completely lost control over their own wombs.  Their guardians had the right to inspect their naked bodies to check their health, including intimate vaginal examinations.  They could require the women to perform certain exercises – sometimes nude – to maintain their fitness, including humiliating courses of training designed to strengthen their vaginal muscles.  And they could require the women to have their tits milked daily to promote lactation and ensure they could adequately feed their child after birth.

In the outrage that followed the passing of the law, one particular moment had an unintended effect.  Women’s advocate Josie Byron, appearing on the talk show Late Night With Steve Wright, had said, “Why is it only abortion when women do it?  What about all the sperm that men waste when they masturbate?  Isn’t each one a potential baby?”  

The host had told Josie to calm down.  “Don’t get hysterical,” he told her.  “Is it possible it’s your time of the month?”  

Josie’s eyes had widened with outrage – and she had literally attacked the host, gouging at his face with her fingernails.  Security had had to pull her off him.

But legislators had taken the moment to heart.  Yes, they said.  Men’s sperm *shouldn’t* be wasted.  It should all go inside a woman.  And it’s the woman’s responsibility to make it happen.  The Female Responsibilities Act made it the legal responsibility of every woman to take her share of men’s cum into her womb.

Men were encouraged to masturbate into condoms or other containers, and then deliver their cum to new distribution centres in each major city.  A rostering system was set up where women would receive an SMS ordering them to report for “distribution” at their nearest centre.  Failure to attend was punishable by lengthy prison sentences.

At the distribution centre, the woman would strip naked, spread her legs, and have an anonymous man’s cum squirted up her pussy.  An adhesive patch would then be placed over her cunt, to seal the sperm inside her for the next hour, and she would be sent on her way.

Pregnancies spiked.  Women increasingly dropped out of the workforce, becoming unwilling breeders under the yoke of male authority.

It was Phoebe Birch who had seen an opportunity to strike a blow for women’s rights.

“What about blowjobs?” she had said.  “Men are still accepting blowjobs from women.  If a woman swallows, that sperm is wasted.  Should we criminalise blowjobs?  Do women have to spit it out, and then push it back up their pussy?”

Men were outraged.  No, they said.  We should be able to cum in a woman’s mouth if we want to.  We should be able to make them swallow.

“Women have a right to swallow,” agreed Phoebe.  And soon she was at the head of a new national campaign – the Right To Swallow.  

The campaign was a huge success.  The support of men gave it the momentum it needed to achieve results – and Phoebe herself persuaded many legislators on the virtues of swallowing, while kneeling nude in their offices and sucking their cocks in the name of feminism.

Soon enough, new laws were passed, affirming the right of women to decide whether their legal share of men’s cum went in their mouth or cunt.  Phoebe herself posed for photographers as the first person to take advantage of the new laws at her local distribution centre.  She still had to strip nude and put her legs in stirrups as if she were about to be impregnated – those laws still remained – but instead of having cum squirted up her fuckhole, she was able to suck it from the teat of a plastic baby bottle as the assembled media filmed and photographed her.

Phoebe was a hero, and the Right To Swallow became a central tenet of feminism.  Women loved to show their defiance of male authority by exercising their legal right to drink cum instead of being impregnated by it.  It became normal at women’s rights rallies to see protestors eagerly sucking off their male allies, or drinking bottles of sperm on camera.  Phoebe made a small fortune selling “The Feminist’s Cookbook”, which detailed recipes for adding men’s cum to a range of common meals.   

But with such a bold victory for women under her belt, Phoebe did not rest on her laurels.  She observed that the few remaining positions of authority for women in society were increasingly going to women with fake plastic tits and well-developed skills in sexually pleasing men.

“That’s not acceptable,” said Phoebe, in the first interview of her new campaign.  “All women should have equal access to those opportunities.”

“What’s the solution?” asked the nude pregnant woman who was interviewing her.

“I intend to force the government to provide free boob jobs and sexual training to *every* woman,” said Phoebe.   “Every women should have the same opportunity to be sexually pleasing to a man.  As long as there exist women who don’t have the opportunity to become enjoyable rapetoys, there will never be true equality for women…”

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One thought on “Story: The Right to Swallow

  1. Very good satire. Like Swift, there’s a kind of logic here. I can almost hear Marjorie Taylor Green championing her ‘right to swallow’.

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