Like all Republicans, Amy Coney Barrett thought she would get an exception to her own rules. As the woman to replace Ruth Bader Ginsburg, she served the exact opposite purpose, a bizarro version of the justice she was meant to espouse. Religion always led her decisions. Always. From the People of Praise to the courtroom, she lived to serve as a perfect handmaiden women leader for the cause.
She just believed that cause wouldn't involve giving handjobs to file clerks in the new America she ushered in alongside her former colleagues. Right before the new SCOTUS ruled that womenfolk didn't belong on the bench.
"Oh yeah, suck my cock ACB, you know you want it."
On her knees, she looked up at the man, once her intern, as he barked orders she had to obey. Two more men enjoyed her clammy palms to each side, with a third taking her up the ass. Only one reason kept her pussy safe from the swarm: she was already pregnant. In the months and years after her decision, the slow erosion of civil rights led to a new old understanding to the roles of women, with the need for a suitable domestic supply of infants chief among them.
She wasn't an afterthought. She was the lead woman. First and foremost of all women, she provided that perfect symbol at the center of a stage erected in front of the Supreme Court Building. Cameras captured all angles, and all stretches of skin on her, for everyone in the nation to take inspiration from seeing Amy put in that proper place. Most angles caught her massive belly - confirmed with triplets! - five months after her demotion from Justice to babymaker. The seal of the Supreme Court grew larger and larger with her womb stretching to its limits. Between her heavy leaking tits, a cross occupied that space to show her affinity to Christ. They weren't tattoos. They were branding, marking her as property of both church and state which had joined as one in this America like the dick had joined the inside of her ass and reamed it good while she shifted on it.
No rings on her fingers. Not anymore. She belonged to the nation now, not a husband or a family. Like Ruth before her, she stood for something greater than herself: the rights of men to unload their jizz on any of her kind they wanted. Her marble platform in front of the Marble Palace did an excellent job of hiding male indiscretions landing anywhere but her body.
"Here's a pearl necklace for you to clutch!" The man in front of her warned as he pulled out and came across her neck.
This kind of clerk was another she hadn't expected before the change. Once a liberal, left-leaning, long-time Democrat, the atheist clerk used her just as viciously as her Republican ex-colleagues. Sometimes worse, emptying his balls on someone he despised since day one and now had the full weight of the government backing his freedom to hatefuck her. No pity went her way. People on both sides of the aisle equally looked down on her for more reasons than her kneeling in front of them, viewing her as that dumb MILF who followed doctrine put before her less like a good sheep and more like a lamb to the slaughter. Between the sneers and smirks, none of them saw the person beneath those endless loads of cum slopping up her face and sticking in her hair.
And this was the kind period of her treatment. The sanctity of life inside her bade men to treat her like fragile glass, certain not to put the fetuses at risk lest she have some nasty outcome that no doctor could treat. Where would they be as a nation without their pre-eminent cum sponge? The chastity device over her cunt protected that space from all threats, including herself.
"Mum mum mum," she mumbled with jizz sliding over her mouth every time she tried to talk. Not that she had anything worth hearing. After all, she was nothing more than a lowly woman.
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Amy Coney Barrett, Hand(job)maiden
Like all Republicans, Amy Coney Barrett thought she would get an exception to her own rules. As the woman to replace Ruth Bader Ginsburg, she served the exact opposite purpose, a bizarro version of the justice she was meant to espouse. Religion always led her decisions. Always. From the People of Praise to the courtroom, she lived to serve as a perfect
handmaidenwomen leader for the cause.She just believed that cause wouldn't involve giving handjobs to file clerks in the new America she ushered in alongside her former colleagues. Right before the new SCOTUS ruled that womenfolk didn't belong on the bench.
"Oh yeah, suck my cock ACB, you know you want it."
On her knees, she looked up at the man, once her intern, as he barked orders she had to obey. Two more men enjoyed her clammy palms to each side, with a third taking her up the ass. Only one reason kept her pussy safe from the swarm: she was already pregnant. In the months and years after her decision, the slow erosion of civil rights led to a new old understanding to the roles of women, with the need for a suitable domestic supply of infants chief among them.
She wasn't an afterthought. She was the lead woman. First and foremost of all women, she provided that perfect symbol at the center of a stage erected in front of the Supreme Court Building. Cameras captured all angles, and all stretches of skin on her, for everyone in the nation to take inspiration from seeing Amy put in that proper place. Most angles caught her massive belly - confirmed with triplets! - five months after her demotion from Justice to babymaker. The seal of the Supreme Court grew larger and larger with her womb stretching to its limits. Between her heavy leaking tits, a cross occupied that space to show her affinity to Christ. They weren't tattoos. They were branding, marking her as property of both church and state which had joined as one in this America like the dick had joined the inside of her ass and reamed it good while she shifted on it.
No rings on her fingers. Not anymore. She belonged to the nation now, not a husband or a family. Like Ruth before her, she stood for something greater than herself: the rights of men to unload their jizz on any of her kind they wanted. Her marble platform in front of the Marble Palace did an excellent job of hiding male indiscretions landing anywhere but her body.
"Here's a pearl necklace for you to clutch!" The man in front of her warned as he pulled out and came across her neck.
This kind of clerk was another she hadn't expected before the change. Once a liberal, left-leaning, long-time Democrat, the atheist clerk used her just as viciously as her Republican ex-colleagues. Sometimes worse, emptying his balls on someone he despised since day one and now had the full weight of the government backing his freedom to hatefuck her. No pity went her way. People on both sides of the aisle equally looked down on her for more reasons than her kneeling in front of them, viewing her as that dumb MILF who followed doctrine put before her less like a good sheep and more like a lamb to the slaughter. Between the sneers and smirks, none of them saw the person beneath those endless loads of cum slopping up her face and sticking in her hair.
And this was the kind period of her treatment. The sanctity of life inside her bade men to treat her like fragile glass, certain not to put the fetuses at risk lest she have some nasty outcome that no doctor could treat. Where would they be as a nation without their pre-eminent cum sponge? The chastity device over her cunt protected that space from all threats, including herself.
"Mum mum mum," she mumbled with jizz sliding over her mouth every time she tried to talk. Not that she had anything worth hearing. After all, she was nothing more than a lowly woman.