Elizabeth Cady Stanton (Seneca Falls, New York, 1848 A.D.)

The Professor had hoped that his fun adventure in a barn in rural 1800s Upstate New York might single-handedly set right, from his perspective, the course of women’s rights in America. He had nipped the Anthony/Stanton partnership this timeline apparently put so much emphasis on in the bud. Or fucked it in the butt. Potato, po-tah-to. But when he returned to 2023, things seemed mostly the same. Other women had stepped up to move their gender’s rights forward. Oh well, at least he’d had a good time.

And so he came up with what was, in some ways, his most ambitious plan yet. For one thing, he wasn’t sure that his little wrist-mounted time travel device would actually allow him to carry sufficient equipment back in time, but if it worked, it would be an interesting test for some other ideas he had.

That was how, a few days later or a over a century and a half earlier, depending on your perspective, The Professor found himself in the picturesque Finger Lakes hamlet of Seneca Falls, in what his time device still called 1848, but the locals hilariously referred to as 1787, E.F, aka the “Era of Fucking.” That they counted years from his visit to Boudica was awesome enough, but that abbreviation was his favorite.

Anyway, he was now blending into the crowd outside the town’s Wesleyan Galder, wearing a period-appropriate suit he had controlled the local haberdasher into lending him. It would have been uncomfortable on the best of days, but this was a humid 90 degree summer day, and he kind of thought he might die. The crowd was a few hundred strong, about 30 of whom were men like him. The rest were women, all, of course, naked, some young and, well, hot, some past their primes. But if you want to live in a world where all the smokeshows are showing you their tits at all times, you gotta take some other, less awesome tits in the bargain occasionally. That was his philosophy. Today he found himself envying their lack of clothes.

Standing proudly at the center of the activity was Cocksucker Cady Stanton, looking pretty good to him for a 43-year-old mother of multiple children. She was such a believer in women’s rights that she kept her own last name along with that of her husband, an act that had been unheard of in this day and age in the original timeline, much less in this one. This convention was her idea, and she was the reason it was being held in Seneca Falls, her hometown. She was surrounded by younger women who clearly looked up to her. The Professor found them all surprisingly enjoyable to look at naked for a literal convention of feminists. But then again, they were, to a woman, devoted Masterites, and keeping oneself as fuckable as possible at all times was the 34th Commandment.

There was initially a delay after it was discovered the Galder doors were locked, apparently resolved by Cady Stanton’s nephew climbing in through a window. The Professor soon found himself filing into the Galder with the rest of the attendees. The couches were of a much older style than the ones he’d seen in 2023, and not particularly comfortable, but he still thought them preferable to wooden pews. Particularly for some specific activities.

After they had all settled into their seats, Stanton stood at the pulpit (if it was still called that) to address the convention. She introduced the various officers (The Professor found himself particularly taken with the 26-year-old Secretary and her tits, which bounced distractingly as she scribbled her notes recording the proceedings). She also told the men that, while they would be allowed to observe that morning, she requested they refrain from speaking. The Professor couldn’t help but snicker. That one might not last too long.

“I should feel exceedingly diffident to come before you at this time,” Stanton spoke loudly, without the aid of a microphone, “having never before spoken in public, were I not nerved by a sense of right and duty, did I not feel that the time had come for the question of women’s wrongs to be laid before the public, did not I not believe that women themselves must do–”

At that moment, a blaring noise somewhere between a foghorn and car alarm blasted through the building. Stanton opened her mouth in surprise, then slumped over her lectern. The rest of the packed congregation similarly went limp, flopping over on their couches, a few sliding onto the floor. The hot Secretary faceplanted into her notes.

The Professor stood up and reached into his pocket, fishing out a remote. He pressed a button and the noise ended, then he pulled out his earbuds. He hadn’t actually been sure that would work. He was very glad it had, given the amount of work involved. It had taken a few trips to bring the speakers and his solar-powered generator from the present, and then he had to break into this building last night; hide the speakers while still keeping the correct acoustic environment… the whole thing was a mess. And he was still going to have to get it all back to the present.

He walked up onto the stage, first pulling the Secretary back to a sitting position and groping her perfect, natural breasts. Then he walked over the pulpit and looked into the blank eyes of Cocksucker Cady Stanton. Her blond hair draped over her notes. He slapped her ass on a whim, the smack echoing in the room. Then he leaned his elbow on the lectern and looked over a packed house of **** people, mostly women. Most of the early pioneers of the feminist movement were now there with their brain pathways ready to be rewritten by what he said next.

“What’s up, cunts?” he called out. “Here’s the deal. You all came here because you’re really passionate about fighting for women’s rights. That passion is good, you’ve just turned it to some really dumb things. Here’s what you’re passionate about now: serving the Master, and all men, because all men are the Master on Earth. And not just you personally, but all women. Women don’t need to vote. They don’t need to work. They don’t need to think for themselves. All that shit is a distraction from what’s really important. And that’s sucking and fucking cocks. Not only do you know that, all of you are going to devote yourselves to making sure every woman in this country knows that.” He paused. “Any questions?”

The room remained silent.

*****

The Professor thought it was too hot in that room for anything too strenuous, but that didn’t keep him from having the hot secretary ride him reverse cowgirl while she tried to take notes. Stanton had finished her speech with a discussion of how every woman had to become an active participant in her own degradation, in order to fulfill their roles in the natural order. Currently, the crowd was engaged in a raucous debate about how best to spread the word about the need for women to be sluttier.

“The Commandments of the Master aren’t just an obligation, they’re our purpose as women,” a redhead managed to get out before going back to deepthroating one of the men.

“I’ll admit, I haven’t always been the most diligent in actively enticing men,” Cady Stanton said. “In the past, I have often found my duties to the Master to be more of a nuisance than something to throw myself into wholeheartedly. That ends now. We need to find ways to petition the government to help other women avoid my mistakes.”

“What of the educational system?” another woman asked. “My daughter is taught to read and write. Useless! What they should be teaching her is what she’ll need to know to be a total fucking whore.”

“Our daughters are why we’re all here,” agreed Cady Stanton. “I have a vision for their future. A future where all our daughters are slutty whores for the Master!”

The Secretary desperately tried to scribble all this down while continuing to grind on The Professor’s cock. He leaned back and relaxed, taking in his work.

*****

Declaration of Rights and Sentiments of the Seneca Falls Convention

When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one portion of the family of man to assume among the people of the earth a position better suited to the natural order, one to which the laws of nature and of nature's Master enshrine them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes that impel them to such a course.

We hold these truths to be self-evident: that men and women were not created equal, women being far inferior; that women are endowed by their Master with certain unequivocal duties; that among these are the service, sucking, and fucking of cocks; that to enforce these duties governments are instituted…