A Counter-Protest

In the center of the crowd were a group of about five or six men. Each of the men held a sign that had the female symbol with a ball gag next to a paddle. The three women couldn't help but gasp in shock at the spectacular that they had just walked up to.

"Women need discipline! Women need discipline!" the men chanted. On the surface, this chant seemed to be extremely vanilla for the society, but the true intentions of the group were soon made clear as a man stood atop a box with a megaphone.

"Women are immature and not fit for positions of power," he began. "In fact, why can women even vote for positions of power? How are we supposed to trust someone who we can bend over and spank to vote in a reasonable manner?"

Johanna was stung by his words. These men were clearly radicals, even among a society of female discipline. Still, she could not help but feel threatened by their beliefs. The general public did not agree with them, obviously, but Johanna was afraid that more and more people would join the side of these "counter-protesters". One good thing about this, though, was that Amber and Quinn would almost certainly be ready to continue the movement. They could not possibly want to stop after hearing the slander spewing from these vile men's mouths.

"Johanna," said Amber, tapping her shoulder. "We have to get out of here before it gets dangerous." While deep in thought, Johanna had not realized that most of the crowd that dispersed. The only people who were left were basically only those who agreed with the men's ideas. Almost no women were left, aside from Johanna and her friends. Johanna nodded to Amber before turning around to move away from the people. As she stepped, however, she slid on some wet grass, falling to a ground and tumbling down a small incline. She tried to stop herself, but it was too late. With the splash, she rolled into the pond, causing some frightened ducks to fly away, squawking as the went.

Johanna could barely make herself look up at the crowd of people who had gone completely quiet. She knew that everyone would be looking at her and almost all of them would not have kind expressions. She managed to pull her head up to face the oncoming aggression. Most of the people had a confused look on their face, but the men leading the event were a vicious blend of annoyed and angry, furious that anyone would dare interrupt them.

"Hey, wait a second," said one of the leading men. "You're that girl from the protest! You're a fucking cunt, you know that."

"Oh yeah," added another guy. "It is that bitch. And now she's trying to steal the spotlight here too. Let's teach her a lesson." Johanna struggled to get to her feet in her waterlogged clothes but could barely move before two men got to her. Each of them grabbed one of her arms and dragged her back to the rest of the gathering. Johanna's range of vision was impaired, but she couldn't find Amber or Quinn anywhere in the crowd. They must have ditched her when she fell.

"Well, well, well," said the man with the megaphone. "Little miss "Women's Rights" is here to save the day. Let's see if we can knock those ideas out of that pretty little head of yours."