Hell World: Bodily Autonomy

"Greetings, fellow degenerates."

Shoe0nHead sat in front of her camera again, relaying another volume of her Hell World video series.

"Today I'm here to talk to you about the laws that Republicans are ramming through the Texas legislature, just as fast and hard as they want to fuck up women's rights in this country."

An anonymous fan sidled up behind her as she continued.

"They've passed laws to restrict access to voting, but what you may have heard most of all is the so-called Texas Heartbeat Bill."

Anon hooked his arms under Shoe's shoulders and grabbed her tits. He massaged their soft, tender magnificence.

"Ever since the Supreme Court decided the case of Roe v Wade, it has been illegal for states to restrict abortions in the first trimester. That's like 12 weeks or so. I don't remember exactly, and as a woman I feel like I should maybe know how my body works, but I don't have any plans to contribute to this world's overpopulation just yet so fuck it."

The hairs on her neck shivered as Anon nuzzled her. God, she was so pretty, he thought. And smart, if her videos were any indication. The strength of her analysis—her insight—was so ... arousing.

"And this bill—this shit-stain on paper—makes it illegal to have an abortion after six weeks. Literally spitting in the face of the Supreme Court, like a conservative senator fantasising about what he would do to AOC given half the chance."

Anon thought of acting out her analogy but he respected her too much for that. He respectfully moved his hands down to her thighs.

"What people in the know—meaning lawyers and political junkies like me—call this type of law is Supreme Court Bait. They know this will be challenged all the way up to the highest court in the land. And their ultimate goal is using their Trump-appointed conservative majority to overturn Roe v Wade. All so they can stop women having control over their vaginas."

Meanwhile Shoe's own vag was been tickled by Anon's delicate touch. Was she letting him do this as a visual metaphor? An X-Rated satire? Or was she so consumed by righteous indignation that her mind was unable to process the fact that one of her fans was fondling her?

Anon swivelled Shoe's chair around so that the camera could capture the rest of her talk in profile. But her speech was muffled by the cock that thrust between her lips.

"This is acc-mmm-mgff accelerationist bull-sshmm! Gasp... If this shit doesn't mmm cough cough... Turn Texas blue, then they might as well take away our control over our other holes because GMMMMMMMPH!!!"

Shoe raised her hands behind her head and made mock cat-ears with her fingers. Anon wrapped his fingers around his dick to better guide it into her face's fuckhole.

"Mwis dis what you wan', Reps? Fwuck mwee harder, daddy? Gib mwee your cummies?"

Shoe's erotic satire was too biting—unlike her teeth which pleasantly kept themselves away from his shaft. He was reaching his limit. Anon mounted her face in earnest, slamming into her again and again. If Shoe was trying to talk, he couldn't tell. But he did feel a lovely vibration up and down his dick.

He spurted down her brilliant throat. She wanted a visual metaphor? He'd give her one she could taste.