W.H.A.M. 
                
     MIKE STOUT 
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
     SPHERE BOOKS 82066 
 



      
 
 
First published in Great Britain by Sphere Books 
Ltd. 
© Mike Stout, 1971 
First Sphere Books Edition, 1971 



             CHAPTER ONE 

                    W.H.A.M. 
   
  Lydia Lovemore, tall, beautiful, regal, raven-
haired, Amazonian, highly intelligent, and a 
self-confessed Lesbian, sat waiting impatiently 
to address the meeting. For Lydia this was 
something of a triumph, the inaugural meeting 
of W.H.A.M., the We Hate All Males 
movement. Swiftly there passed through her 
mind memories from the past. It was as if her 
whole previous life had merely been a 
preparation for this moment. 
  She thought of her father most of all. How he 
had wanted a boy instead of her. Of her Spartan 
upbringing. Her father had treated her as a son, 
insisting that she wore trousers. How proud he 
would be to see her now. Her moment of 
triumph for which his upbringing had prepared 
her. Of her mother, she had no memories at all. 
Her mother had died while she was an infant. In 
her mind's eye she could see her father, his eyes 
twinkling at her. The only man she had ever 

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cared about. It was sad that he had broken his 
neck in that unfortunate riding accident only a 
month before. However, she justified it silently 
to herself, for the needs of W.H.A.M. were 
more important than her own personal feelings 
about a near relative. W.H.A.M. needed money 
to get started. So she had carefully cut through 
the girth of the saddle so that when her father's 
grey took the particularly high wall he parted 
company with it. She was now heiress to a 
fortune considerably in excess of £1,000,000 or 
so the accountant had informed her this 
morning. The figures had danced before her 
eyes with excitement. 
  Her hands gently smoothed down the tight-
fitting black velvet trousers she wore. She 
admired the highly-polished  sheen of her thigh-
length boots which added just that air of 
authority to her. She was dressed entirely in 
black. Lydia knew how well black suited her. 
Her very first girlfriend at St Hilda's had told 
her so: 'Lydia, you look divine in black,' she 
had cooed gently in Lydia's ear as Lydia's 
questing fingers had gradually insinuated 
themselves inside her gradually moistening 
vagina. What fun those days at St Hilda's had 
been. It was there she had first realised her role 
in life, and she had first tasted the sweetness of 
first love. Ah, where was little Daphne Richards 

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now! Lydia had been captain of games then. 
She had not yet achieved her ambition of school 
captain. Little Daphne's rosy-cheeked smile 
appeared briefly in her memory. She had 
realised Daphne was  in love with her when a 
junior had thrust into her hand the first of the 
many love letters Daphne had sent to her. 
   
        Dearest Lydia, 
         I think you are super. I saw you win the 
         last hockey match with that wonderful 
         goal. How tall and strong you are. 
                                 I Love You, 
                             Daphne Richards 
   
  Lydia had felt a sudden quickening inside her 
when she read the note. A faint blush had 
mounted to her cheeks. A feeling of warmth 
towards Daphne had suddenly entered her heart. 
Oh, what jolly fun the silly little thing was. A 
feeling of warmth and an urge to dominate the 
sweet little creature surged through her. That 
night she had invited little Daphne who was 
only thirteen to join her in her bedroom. Only 
captains were allowed the privilege of having 
their own bedroom. 
  She still was not sure whether she had 
seduced Daphne or Daphne had seduced her. 

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They had lain in each other's arms for an 
eternity until Daphne's small knowing hands 
had started to caress her full breasts. Lydia's 
nipples became erect at the soft indecisive 
caress. A deeply felt ache began inside her. 
Lydia had often wondered why she had no 
interest in the opposite sex, why she found all 
men except her father repulsive in the extreme. 
This was the reason, she had been waiting 
unsuspectingly for the joy of loving little 
Daphne. A sudden, fierce surge of passion went 
through Lydia and she began kissing the soft, 
little mouth that was upturned to her. Her kisses 
were returned with a melting intensity. 
  Lydia slipped her hand between the smooth 
thighs and felt gently the mount of Venus where 
the soft down was beginning to appear. 
Suddenly as if her neck was seized in a vice-
like grip, and hardly knowing what she was 
doing, Lydia moved her mouth swiftly and 
decisively down little Daphne's body until she 
was kissing the edge of Daphne's vaginal lips. 
She forced her tongue into the waiting well as 
Daphne became excited by her insistent labial 
caress. And wonder of wonders, little Daphne 
was doing the same to her. With a sudden tingle 
of happiness Lydia felt little Daphne's tongue 
tease her throbbing clitoris. She gasped in 
ecstasy. She forced little Daphne's hands to rub 

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her breasts and moaning she moved her own 
head between little Daphne's thighs. Their 
breathing was coming in great gasps and 
suddenly in unison they both let out a moan of 
ecstasy as they climaxed simultaneously. With a 
sudden moment of ecstatic insight granted only 
to a few, Lydia knew that her destiny was to 
love women. They lay together in each other's 
arms murmuring endearments. 
  Lydia had never known sweetness like this. 
Her hand gently stroked the fevered brow of the 
child whose head lay beside her own on the 
pillow. A feeling of warmth and gratitude 
towards this sweet little creature swelled inside 
her heart. She felt a choking sensation in her 
throat and was surprised to see that the moon 
serenely shining through the window on their 
night of love, seemed blurred and indistinct. 
She buried her lips in the soft silkiness of 
Daphne's hair which like golden silk gleamed 
on the pillow. Daphne cuddled up closer to her. 
  It was at this moment of tenderness that 
Lydia's lifelong drive was born. She determined 
to do all she could to make women happy. 
  Lydia had experienced great bitterness when 
Daphne had betrayed her by having an affair 
with a man. Forged and hardened in the fire of 
jealousy Lydia determined to revenge herself on 
the male sex which denied to her her rightful 

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role of lover of women. Other unpleasant 
experiences had made Lydia's execration of the 
opposite sex into a veritable sword of 
vengeance to strike her enemies with. She 
would have become President of the Oxford 
Union if a lobby of male chauvinists had not 
blocked her eleciotion. She knew she had the 
most brilliant mind of her generation and this 
knowledge coupled with the fact that it was 
denied full expression, combined to produce in 
her a total hatred of all things male. The fact 
that she was awarded the highest honours in her 
year in the Degree examination confirmed her 
conviction that her superior intelligence was 
above that of all mere males. 
  She resolved to use all her resources to bring 
about the downfall of male supremacy in 
society. With a sudden surge of confidence and 
a feeling of power, she stood up to address the 
meeting. 
  There was a burst of clapping which was 
silenced when Lydia held up her hand 
masterfully. 
   Sisters, and fellow members of W.H.A.M. 
At this inaugural meeting I wish to state a few 
facts which are already known to some of us but 
are unfamiliar to others. 


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   The repression of women by the male sex 
has gone on throughout the history of the 
human race, and why? The reason is the number 
of myths that male supremists have created 
about us and which we ourselves believe in and 
accept. 
   The first one of these is that the male of the 
species is stronger than the female. Let's look at 
statistics. These show that from the very 
beginning the male baby has a higher infant 
mortality rate than girl babies. Not only that but 
women live longer by an average of about five 
years. Women are less prone to mental 
disorders, and suicide. Women can stand more 
extremes of temperatures, and last of all the 
female tolerance of pain is about twice that of 
the average male. 
   So where did this myth come from that 
women are the weaker sex? From the insecure 
male supremacy which wishes to keep us in a 
position of subservience. By undervaluing us he 
has forced us to undervalue ourselves. 
   Other myths the male has forced upon the 
females. The myth of vaginal orgasm. In his 
male arrogance he cannot bear to think that a 
woman could possibly achieve orgasm without 
an intromittent member stuck up her. What a 
stupid walking dildo the male is. We all know 
the superior and only orgasm is the clitoral one 

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which we girls can give ourselves and each 
other. His only function is fertilisation and he 
has to create the whole myth of  Romantic Love 
in order to keep women enslaved. Once he has 
fertilised us he is no longer needed. The male's 
task in the continuance of life is over in a few 
seconds. He is quite dispensable now that we 
have sperm banks. In fact with the development 
of cellular engineering we will no longer need 
to contaminate ourselves with male sperm in 
order to carry on the life of our species. By 
impregnating female eggs ourselves and 
growing them in artificial wombs, we will be 
able to produce a society of beautiful, 
intelligent, creative women. There will be no 
need for women to be cows any more, milk 
machines on legs, or human incubators. We can 
imitate the Amazons who only copulated with 
men to produce children. They consorted with 
males from a neighbouring tribe once a year for 
this purpose. The male babies they handed back 
to their putative fathers, the girl babies they 
reared themselves as warriors and leaders. This 
was a perfect society composed only of women. 
And what a perfect society ours will be. No 
crime, women aren't criminals. No wars. Wars. 
are started by males to destroy other males and 
work off their feeling of inadequacy and sense 
of inferiority. Our society will be peaceful, full 

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of love, and will enable women to realise their 
full potential. A truly creative and loving 
society. 
   Sisters, do not accept the male tyranny of 
marriage and the family. That is another male 
myth created and fostered by men to keep 
women subservient. Which of us here would be 
content to be in a suburban prison all, day with 
no other mental stimulation than the squalling 
of babies, the company of children and washing 
dishes and scrubbing floors for interesting 
work. We must arise and cast off our chains of 
bondage, and the time is NOW! 
   I can see some of you sitting there still 
pandering to the male idea of you as sex 
objects. Some of you are wearing lipstick and 
make-up. Stop making yourselves into artificial, 
beautiful sex-objects to please men. Be 
yourselves. Men think we exist merely to please 
the eye and the male ego. Throw away those 
bras. Let your breasts swing free. Stop using 
artificial aids to beauty. Cultivate a purity of 
purpose and of mind and your true female 
beauty will shine through like a radiant light. 
When I think of how some of our sisters parade 
their bodies like cattle at a cattle market in front 
of the gawping males at beauty contests, it 
makes me want to vomit. Is that all we are, 
things, sex objects? 

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   I tell you sisters that a change is coming and 
very soon. 
   We have a right to say what happens to our 
bodies.  We will not be incubators, neither will 
we be sex objects. 
   Finally, give up the company of men. They 
will only drag you down. Stop making 
yourselves attractive to men and be yourselves. 
Stop being subservient. Sex with men is not 
essential to your lives.  As fellow liberationists 
we need all our energy for the cause. Man 
programmes us to need sex because it sells 
consumer goods. It is a means for the male to 
assert his dominance over us. 
   Men cannot satisfy us, they are not sensitive 
or responsive enough. In their arrogance they 
think that possession of a prick somehow makes 
them better human beings than us. What 
stupidity. They cannot even make women 
sexually happy because of their ignorance and 
inadequacy. 
   My sisters, don't accept the degradation of 
the male-female relationship. We can find love 
and respect among ourselves. Don't build up 
some male's ego. Help the cause. If we all love 
someone inside the movement that will make 
our dedication to the cause even stronger. Love 
one another, and make each other happy. Join 

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with me in saying, fellow members of 
W.H.A.M., that WE HATE ALL MALES.' 
  In chorus the meeting chanted  WE HATE 
ALL MALES.' 
  There was thunderous applause as Lydia took 
her seat. 





















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             CHAPTER TWO 

       THE MYTH OF VAGINAL ORGASM 
   
  After Lydia had finished her speech the 
meeting was thrown open to the floor. The next 
speaker was a self-possessed girl with dark 
brown eyes and short black hair. 
  She smiled warmly at everyone before she 
addressed them. 
   My name is Joan.' 
   I want to pass a vote of confidence in our 
leader and inspiration, Lydia.' 
  There was clapping and murmurs of assent. 
   Without her guidance W.H.A.M. would 
never have come into existence, and we would 
all still think of ourselves as second-rate human 
beings as the male supremists want us to.' 
  Shouts of  Right on!' 
   As part of the consciousness-raising function 
of this first meeting I want to tell you about 
myself and how I came to this meeting of 
W.H.A.M. All my life I was encouraged 

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to.think of myself as in some way inferior to 
men. When I was a little girl I was totally 
ignored. My parents were too busy praising my 
brothers and encourazine them. I was told to 
play with dolls for that is what a little girl is 
supposed to do. It didn't matter that I was more 
intelligent than my brothers, or that I had a 
capacity for mathematics. Girls weren't 
supposed to be interested in things like that 
because it was unfeminine. 
   It got to the stage when I was at secondary 
school that I had to pretend to be stupid at 
mathematics in order not to be victimised by the 
other kids and particularly the boys. They used 
to tease me and bully me. 
   I always found the logic and purity of 
mathematics appealed to me. But how do you 
explain this to parents and friends who want to 
push you into the doll-girl image?' 
  Shouts of agreement from her audience. 
   When the exam results came out I couldn't 
hide them. I got a satisfactory result and went 
on to study Mathematics at Sussex University. 
   My parents' reaction was predictable. First of 
all they seriously asked me not to go to 
university. They said that if I was a blue-
stocking I would never get a husband. They said 


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I would never get a husband or raise a family. I 
said I did not want any of those things...' 
  There were cheers from her listeners. 
   I said I was a human being with a brain and 
an ability and I intended to use that ability as far 
as I could. I refused to conform to their fluffy 
little girl image of me. 
   I later went on to work in computers, but I 
found that it was the girls who got most of the 
routine boring work to do. There weren't any 
women running computer firms. There were 
however hundreds of women punch-card 
operators. As usual women get the service 
industry jobs. Some male works out the 
programme while women punch the tapes.' 
   The women always get the menial jobs, the 
drudgery.' 
   Right on!' 
  'I had always felt resentment at the role I was 
forced into by my parents. I found dolls and 
prams stupid and boring. They could not keep 
my mind occupied for five minutes.' 
   Right on!' 
  'I also found the forced attentions of males 
annoying and embarrassing. While I was at 
university I was always being pestered by men. 
They simply could not understand why I was 

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not overwhelmed with pleasure that they had 
asked me out. 
   I found their attentions boring and 
themselves repulsive. But still they would not 
leave me alone. They seemed to think that 
because I was not seen with a male I was easy 
meat. 
   When I had rejected a certain number, they 
started rumours about me. They accused me 
bitterly of being homosexual  - they seemed to 
think that  was an insult. Did they imagine that I 
would exchange the joy and happiness I knew 
in female company for their rough boorish 
selves? Their interests were so incredibly 
unintellectual and animal, and their minds 
permanently fixated at groin level. When they 
weren't thinking of making some chick they 
were pouring beer down their throats, and they 
expected me to share these pleasures with them. 
They expected me to be flattered at their clumsy 
approaches. I saw other girls smile and be 
flattered by the advances of these male beasts 
and I thought of them as traitresses to our sex. 
But I tell you, sisters, I would rather die than let 
one of the male beasts touch me. 
   Let's examine this aggressive brute whose 
highest act is that of war, when happily he kills 
more of his own number. His one aim in life is 
to impregnate some unfortunate girl so she will 

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be forced to marry him. What a hero he is when 
he stands up in a bar discussing with his friends 
his sexual conquests. Look at them sometimes 
when they are comparing notes on some poor 
creature's sexual degradation. How their brutish 
faces move in loathsomely lecherous leers. 
   No, sisters. I abjured and shall always abjure 
the company of the male of the species. The 
only pity is that he is at all necessary for the 
survival of the human race. Like the true 
parasite and drone he is, his job is over in a few 
brief seconds while the poor woman has to bear 
the new life inside her for nine months. How 
happy I am that I made the decision to join 
W.H.A.M. 
   I tell you, my sisters, the greatest pleasure I 
have known has been in the company of 
women. Our voices are soft and low. We are not 
afraid to show our true feelings. We are more 
important because life passes, through us. 
   Join with me in saying we hate all males.' 
   WE HATE ALL MALES!' 
  Joan sat down to be surrounded and hugged 
by her fellow members. 
  Lydia smiled to herself. The consciousness-
raising session was going even better than she 
had planned. Joan was not only a good speaker, 


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she was also W.H.A.M.'s expert on computer 
technology. 
  The room where the meeting was being held 
was blue with cigarette smoke. The meeting had 
split up into little groups who were busily 
exchanging life experiences with one another. 
  Various women stood up to say what had 
brought them to the W.H.A.M. meeting. One of 
these was a rather tired-looking woman of about 
thirty-five. 
   My name's Anne and I have had five 
children and I left them and my husband for my 
first night out by myself in about five years.' 
  There were loud cheers. 
   All my life I have slaved and drudged over a 
kitchen sink. When I wasn't pregnant I was 
bringing up children. My day lasts from seven 
in the morning until about ten o'clock at night. 
After a hard day's housework I am forced to 
submit to the unwelcome advances of my 
husband. 
   There is no part of me which belongs to me. 
All day I belong .to my children. I have to be 
there for their sake. I have to cook, clean and 
feed them, and also bring them up properly. At 
night I belong to my husband. What is there left 
of me? (Here her voice  trembled as if she was 
going to cry.)  Last night, he was sitting there 

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with his feet up, smoking and watching 
television. He asked me, or rather demanded 
that I should fetch him a cup of tea. I boiled the 
kettle, I warmed the teapot, I did all the little 
things that he insists on, and as I was bringing it 
to him, I, who have never had a holiday in ten 
years, something gave inside me. I carefully 
poured the tea all over him. Then I put on my 
hat and walked out. I hope that is the last time I 
shall ever see him.' 
  Lydia spoke:  I hope the example of our 
sister, Anne, will encourage more women to 
leave the loathsome embraces of their husbands. 
To leave wallowing in the bought sex of 
marriage and join W.H.A.M. Among us, sisters, 
sex is something freely given and freely taken, 
it is not bought with a monthly pay packet, nor 
is it burdened with the unpleasant task of 
carrying children and eventually bringing them 
in pain into the world. I want you all to extend a 
particularly warm welcome to our sister, Anne, 
who has taken a giant step in joining us. She 
will never regret it and we will make her forget 
all those wasted years which she spent as a 
household drudge in bought slavery to one of 
the male supremacy.' 
  Anne smiled shyly at the meeting. It was 
plain that she  was not used to being the centre 
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at all. Her face, worn with years of silent 
suffering and toil, was now smiling with 
pleasure as she realised that someone was 
listening to her and valued what she had to say. 
Soon she was absorbed in conversation with 
one of the younger girls. 
  Pam stood watching the meeting from the 
back of the hall. She was a heavily-built girl 
with close-cropped hair, and she wore a man's 
suit. She watched the proceedings with a scowl 
on  her face, but was not ignorant of the fact that 
a very pretty little feminine blonde was terribly 
taken with her male-like arrogance. However, 
she was playing it cool and feigned indifference 
to the fluttery little creature. Silently, she was 
thinking of what she would like to do to the 
little creature to make her feel an excess of 
pleasure. She was also thinking of her 
marvellous collection of whips which she was 
proud of. These two thoughts made Pam now 
and again come as close to a smile as her surly 
face would ever allow her. She stood there with 
a cigarette clamped in the corner of her mouth, 
looking rather like a female gangster. Finally, 
she ventured a nod of recognition in the 
direction of the small, fluttery blonde who 
immediately smiled at her and came over to her. 
   My name is Felicity,' she ventured.  Oh, 
Pam, you are so beautiful standing there like 

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that with your cigarette in the corner of your 
mouth, looking the picture of cool female 
arrogance. What cigarettes do you smoke? Can 
I get you some? Or perhaps we can meet after 
the meeting. Oh please say yes!' 
  Pam grunted. 
  It was just after this little exchange that Lydia 
judged that the meeting had reached a suitable 
pitch of excitement, and stood up to address the 
group again. 
   Fellow sisters and comrades of W.H.A.M., 
we have a surprise visitor for you. I can see her 
standing at the back of the hall waiting to come 
in to talk to you. She wasn't sure that she could 
be here tonight but here she is. The noted 
gynaecologist and Nobel prizewinner, Dr 
Evelyn Quaint.' 
  Loud applause from the meeting. 
  Dr Quaint made her way to the front of the 
hall carrying under her arm a long, rolled-up 
bundle which she presently unfurled and hung 
up upon the wall. This proved to be an 
enormous chart, about ten feet long, of  the 
female genitals and organs of reproduction. 
  Briefly adjusting her spectacles and taking a 
pointer in her hand to indicate more precisely 
the areas she was talking about, Dr Quaint 
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explode once and for all the myth of vaginal 
orgasm. That myth which for so many years has 
kept woman in slavery to the tyrant male. How 
many of us have been made to feel inadequate 
and frigid by males because we have failed to 
achieve an orgasm through the friction of the 
penis in our vaginas?' 
  With the pointer Dr Quaint indicated what 
she was talking about:  As you can see from the 
chart, the vagina is very poorly supplied with 
nerve endings like nearly all other internal body 
structures. The internal entodermal origin of the 
lining of the vagina makes it similar in respect 
to the rectum and other parts of the human 
digestive tract. 
   On the other hand the clitoris as we can see, 
and as we all know, is composed of tissue 
which is extremely sensitive. The top of the 
clitoris is made of erectile tissue, that is tissue 
which becomes filled with blood when 
excitation takes place. The clitoris has a very 
sensitive epithelium or surface covering, 
supplied with special nerve endings which are 
called genital corpuscles. These are peculiarly 
adapted for sensory stimulation that under the 
right conditions can terminate in orgasm. 
   This, I must emphasise. It is the clitoris and 
the clitoris alone of the female genitals which is 
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   It thus becomes apparent that it is physically 
impossible for a woman to achieve orgasm 
through direct stimulation of the vagina. At no 
time during male-female intercourse does the 
penis come into contact with the clitoris. What 
the male imagines is vaginal orgasm, is merely 
an indirect stimulation inefficiently applied and 
probably produced by the imagination of the 
female subject, rather than her male partner.' 
  Dr Quaint here unfurled a large chart of the 
male penis. 
   I should imagine we all know what this is? It 
is the instrument of male oppression. Some of 
you are laughing but I mean this in all 
seriousness. For it is with this that the male has 
kept the female in bondage since the dawn of 
civilisation. It is with his penis that the male has 
continually impregnated our mothers and our 
mother's mothers, and so on from time 
immemorial. By binding them to the condition 
of pregnancy and child-rearing, he has 
effectively robbed them of their humanity and 
their right to an individual human life. 
   Bound to child-rearing and occupied with the 
socialisation of the young, how could women 
lead a full life? How could she hope to compete 
with the male in the area of the arts or the 
sciences? Until this century, it was not 
uncommon for the average woman to spend her 

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child-bearing years from fifteen up to the age of 
forty-five, in a state of continual pregnancy. 
What chance of self-realisation was this? What 
chance of self-realisation did the average 
housewife and mother have? Happily, through 
the brave action of Dr Marie Stopes, 
contraception was brought within the reach of 
the average woman. Now with the advent of the 
oral contraceptive, it is possible for women to 
have a degree of control over what happens to 
their bodies. 
   But this is the instrument of oppression.' She 
indicated the diagram of the male penis with a 
slight shudder, and removed the diagram from 
the wall. 
   Now, as you see, the act of copulation 
between male and female results in little or no 
satisfaction for the female, whereas the male 
achieves orgasm on each and every occasion. It 
is almost as if Nature itself has conspired to 
deprive women of their birthright. The blissful 
release of orgasm. It is perfectly possible for a 
woman to endure sexual activity with a male, 
bear several children, all with never having 
experienced a true orgasm. 
   Whereas between women this is not the case. 
Because we are similarly equipped, we are well 
aware of the erotic potential of the clitoris and 


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we are well able to make use of its abundant 
supply of nerve endings. 
   So we can see that the male is superfluous 
for our sexual pleasure. He is inept and clumsy 
and he imagines that the mere possession of a 
penis enables him to sexually satisfy any 
woman. I have shown you how far from the 
truth this is. Women are more sensitive to each 
other. Similarly, through using sperm banks any 
woman can avail herself of the fertilising 
principle without having to undergo the 
unpleasant indignities of sexual intercourse with 
a male. 
   So, sisters and fellow members of 
W.H.A.M., forget all the indignities you have 
suffered in the past. Biologically speaking, we 
are far more capable of achieving sexual 
satisfaction with each other than with a male.' 











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           CHAPTER THREE 

         THE MISS WORLD CONTEST 
   
  The headquarters of W.H.A.M. was a 
converted warehouse in Camden Town. The 
crumbling exterior disguised the organised 
activity which took place inside as Lydia 
trained her women to a peak of efficiency. They 
all lived, ate and slept there. Each couple was 
given a small room. Lydia herself lived in an 
apartment on the top floor. 
  As she did not want her followers to be 
imprisoned by the police for carrying weapons, 
she equipped them with a weapon which was as 
lethal as a gun but completely invisible and 
undetectable, Karate. They were trained by 
Madame Kung Fu, a North Korean. She seemed 
to be a fragile creature with exquisite oriental 
features, but in action she was deadly, and was 
the highest graded woman in the world. In 
competition she was the leading exponent of the 
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disappeared when she was recruited for 
W.H.A.M. 
  It was a joy to watch her training the other 
women. Like most middle class girls they had 
been forced to undergo ballet training at an 
early age, and this helped to give them the 
necessary strength, suppleness, grace and poise 
for  Karate. Indeed, they could kick higher and 
harder than the average man. Lydia held a black 
belt and she would sometimes join in the 
exercises. The pleasure they all took in the 
classes was aesthetic as well as practical, the 
routines they practised had the economy of 
movement and grace of dancing. The fact that 
they were training themselves for the coming 
struggle and confrontation with the male 
supremacy added an extra enthusiasm to their 
efforts. They were confident in the sure 
knowledge that in combat they were more than 
a match for the average male. 
  Their revolutionary consciousness was kept at 
a high level by constant meetings at which they 
criticised the male domination. These were 
presided over by Lydia. At the consciousness-
raising sessions the Miss  World Contest had 
particularly come under attack. It epitomised for 
them the attitudes of the male supremacy. 
Women were treated as stupid sex objects and 
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approval of the male chauvinists. It angered 
them that some of the most beautiful of their 
sex were to be exposed to the lustful gaze of the 
enemy in a human flesh market. It also 
represented all that was worst in women's 
attitudes to themselves in that they actually 
wanted to be beautiful, mindless sex objects, 
and were competing to be the most beautiful, 
brainless sex objects in the world. The whole 
affair made the collective blood of W.H.A.M. 
boil. Action was going to be taken. The two 
factors, a chance to strike a blow at the male 
supremacy and the opportunity to awaken their 
sisters to full consciousness of their oppressed 
situation, were decisive in the choice of the 
Miss World contest for their first action. They 
were going to bring their organisation and aims 
to the attention of the world. Lydia had 
preserved the strictest secrecy about the exact 
nature of her strategy so that even the members 
of W.H.A.M. were not quite certain exactly 
what was going to take place on the final night 
of the contest. It was towards that night that all 
their preparations were aimed. 
  Like the good General she was, Lydia had her 
troops at a peak of readiness and enthusiasm 
during the briefing she gave them the night 
before operation Miss World was to commence. 


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  She urged them all to remember their 
illustrious predecessors, the Suffragettes, who 
unfortunately had betrayed their cause by 
capitulating too readily with the male 
chauvinists. Their fault, said Lydia, was that 
they merely aimed at votes for women and 
when that had been achieved their movement 
collapsed. Whereas if they had aimed for full 
equality for women, they might have achieved a 
whole lot more. But now the women of the 
world were tied of the whole charade and if the 
male supremacy was not prepared to hand them 
equality, they would have to take it by force. 
Politics is  the barrel of a gun, said Lydia. So 
their first duty in operation Miss World was to 
raise the level of consciousness of their sisters 
so that they would realise how they were being 
exploited by the male conspiracy. After that, 
they would be only too willing to join 
W.H.A.M. to fight for their true place in the 
world. They would all want to be valued as 
human beings and not as sex objects, as free 
individuals and not as slaves. 
  There were loud cheers when Lydia had 
finished her speech and they were all eager for 
the next day when their plan was to be put into 
action. 
  The rest of England and the world were 
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Miss World contest. In the previous heats, each 
country had chosen the girl whom they 
considered the most beautiful and desirable to 
represent their country. All the newspapers 
agreed that the contestants were very beautiful, 
but more pictures appeared of one of the 
finalists than of all the others put together. This 
was Pulchra, whose oddly appropriate name 
fitted her exactly. It was even more appropriate 
that she was the contestant proudly bearing the 
title of Miss Great Britain. Perhaps this was the 
reason that her picture appeared more 
frequently than that of any of the other 
contestants. But more plausibly, it  was because 
she was heart-rendingly beautiful, even by Miss 
World standards. Another feature about her 
which seemed to surprise the male journalists 
was her amazing intelligence. She was far more 
intelligent than the male reporters who were 
sent to interview her and they came back 
dazzled with her beauty and her intelligence. 
The newspapers carried her life story, how, 
born into an ordinary family she had managed 
to escape her background and had eventually 
taken a place to read Philosophy and Political 
Science at L.S.E. It startled the reporters, that 
such a beautiful creature should be reading 
philosophy and politics. The interviews were 
rather amusing. 

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  Question:  What is your favourite hobby?' 
  Answer:  Reading philosophy and politics.' 
  Question:  Have you any boyfriends?' 
  Answer:  No. I find most men unintelligent 
and unpleasantly aggressive.' 
  Question:  What do you intend to do if you 
win the Miss World Contest?' 
  Answer:  Continue reading philosophy and 
politics.' 
  Question:  But don't you like men or fast cars 
or swimming or dancing or sewing or 
something? Are you sure you haven't got a 
boyfriend somewhere?' 
  Answer:  No.' 
   
  Somewhat puzzled the reporters put away 
their notebooks and the photographers took 
over. Miss Great Britain was certainly 
photogenic  -  there could be no doubt about that. 
But somehow they felt there was something 
different about her. No one could quite put their 
finger on it, but there was no doubt that this 
Miss Great Britain was, in some subtle way, 
different from the other competitors  who 
announced in smug tones that their favourite 
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most wanted to do in the world was to settle 
down and raise a family. Perhaps it was just the 
fact that she was wearing no make up and no 
bra. Perhaps it was that she was so intellectual, 
or both intellectual and stunningly beautiful. 
Whatever it was, the combination of 
intelligence and beauty in such measure sent 
away most of the mile interviewers quite 
stunned and dazzled by the beauty of Pulchra. 
There was general agreement that she was the 
girl most likely to win the Miss World Contest. 
Philosophy student or not, Pulchra was certainly 
the most beautiful woman in the world. 
  By the night of the Miss World Contest, the 
male world population was in a state of 
expectation and anticipation. The mass media 
had been publishing pictures and interviews 
with the various contestants from the 68 
competing countries. It was unquestionably 
going to be the greatest display of female 
beauty that the world had ever seen. Many 
newspapers stated that the standard was higher 
than ever before. The Albert Hall, where the 
contest was being held, was filled to capacity 
with an audience of 5,000. The television 
audience for the event was expected to break all 
records. In England alone there was an 
estimated audience of 27,000,000 viewers, half 
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contest was also going out live via satellite to 
the U.S.A. and to all European countries. The 
rest of the world was to receive a recorded 
version. The Miss World Contest was to receive 
worldwide television coverage. 
  Unknown to the organisers, the large block of 
seats that had been purchased in the name of 
Emmeline Pankhurst were in fact occupied by 
W.H.A.M. They sat in scornful silence at the 
proceedings, dressed in the W.H.A.M. uniform, 
which was a tight-fitting black jump suit which 
zipped up the front, with the female symbol 
emblazoned over their left breast. The 
appearance of twenty identically dressed 
women had caused some comment, but it was 
supposed that they were part of a publicity 
campaign of some sort. This was very close to 
the truth. 
  The contest was proceeding smoothly. The 
competitors had just appeared in their national 
costume and were talking about their hobbies. 
Miss Great Britain had explained to the 
compere that her main interests were politics 
and philosophy and she intended to pursue a 
career in politics when she finally qualified. 
When asked why she had entered the contest 
she replied that it was to show that women did 
not need any artificial aids to beauty. It was true 


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that alone of the competitors, Pulchra was not 
wearing any make-up. 
  Out of the sixty-eight competitors there now 
remained only eight finalists, and Pulchra was 
among these. 
  The compere announced in a voice rising 
with excitement:  The finalists are Miss France, 
Miss Ireland, Miss Great Britain, Miss U.S.A., 
Miss Sweden, Miss Denmark, Miss India, Miss 
Zambia.' 
  There was loud and appreciative applause 
from the audience. The mouths of the male 
viewers began to water. For the final eight were 
to appear in bathing costumes. Eventually they 
reappeared. Their names were announced and 
they walked in turn past the judges. Finally 
came the judges' decision. They had been 
discussing their verdict for five minutes. Their 
score cards were taken from them and the 
compere looked at the result. 
   From last to first, the order of the final is 
Miss France, Miss Denmark, Miss Ireland, Miss 
U.S.A., Miss Zambia, Miss India, Miss Sweden, 
and first and the new Miss World is Miss Great 
Britain.' 
  The television cameras zoomed in to Pulchra, 
hoping to catch the traditional tear in her eye. 


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Pulchra was very dry-eyed and announced in 
calm, ringing tones: 
   This is an announcement from the Women's 
Revolutionary Movement, W.H.A.M., which 
stands for WE HATE ALL MALES. I took part 
in this degrading festival of female flesh to 
demonstrate that it is a flesh market, put on by 
the male supremacy to ensure women's 
subservience to them as sex objects. As you 
have seen, I myself made no use of the male-
manufactured beauty products. 
   I categorically renounce the Miss World 
title, and all that it stands for in the degradation 
of the female as a male sex object. I take this 
opportunity to announce to the world a 
revolutionary movement working for freedom 
for women. W.H.A.M.! Sisters and housewives, 
throw off the male oppressor. Don't spend all 
your money on making yourself attractive and 
desirable to the aggressor. 
   I will now call upon our leader to make an 
announcement.' 
  Escorted by Pam and another tough Lesbian, 
Lydia made her way to the platform. She looked 
magnificent in her all black costume. One male 
attendant attempted to intervene and Pam gave 
him a gentle Karate chop to the side of the neck 
and he subsided gently to the floor. 

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  Lydia began her address.  Sisters and 
sufferers under the male oppressor, let me tell 
you what W.H.A.M. stands for and means. 
W.H.A.M. is the women's revolutionary 
movement of Great Britain, and we intend to 
take the reins of power away from the male 
oppressor. W.H.A.M.  - those four magic letters 
stand for WE HATE ALL MALES. The only 
way women will get justice in this world is by 
force. We want liberty and we want it now. 
   I will read the W.H.A.M. manifesto on this 
historic occasion, so that women in all 
countries. of the world will know that  we are 
fighting for them. 
   
   (1) We believe that all human beings have 
equal rights. But for centuries women as a class 
have been oppressed. 
  (2) The oppressor is the male of the species. 
From time immemorial, the female has been 
used as a biological thing for the male 
supremists to carry their children in. This is 
going to be changed. 
  (3) Having identified our oppressor, we shall 
work together to overthrow him. 
  (4) We wholeheartedly believe that the 
female of the species is far superior to the male. 


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  (5) Therefore we call on our sisters to unite 
with us in overthrowing the iniquitous male 
supremacy, in order to establish a new 
condition of freedom and liberty for all women. 
   We are now going to turn the Miss Beautiful 
World Competition into a Mr Ugly World 
Competition. We will get these lecherous 
middle-aged judges who are so fond of leering 
at female flesh to expose their dubious charms 
to the 100,000,000 who are watching on 
television. This should be particularly amusing 
for 50,000,000 of our sisters who are watching.' 
  The smiling lecherous faces of the male 
judges changed to looks of dismay, and indeed, 
anxiety. Some of them began to look decidedly 
purple about the gills. 
  Frantically TV technicians tried to black out 
the programme, but the cameramen felt the  hard 
noses of Kalashnikov AK 47 automatic rifles 
pushed none too gently into their kidneys. 
While Pam and the other bull-dikes threatened 
the judges with AK 47s and motioned them to 
rise to their feet. 
  They did this. Then Lydia commanded in a 
loud voice. 
   Strip!' 
  With crimson faces the ten male judges 
removed their clothes. 

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  Throughout Britain viewers thought they 
were dreaming as they watched the strange way 
events had changed at the Miss Beautiful World 
Competition. Many housewives secretly found 
the prospect more than a little amusing. 
   Hurry up!' commanded Lydia. 
  Frantically, the middle-aged pot-bellied men 
removed the last of their clothes. 
   My God, what ugly specimens,' said Lydia, 
prodding the paunch of one of them with a 
Thompson submachine gun. These are the 
heroic specimens of the male supremacy who 
thought themselves fit to judge the beauty of 
young girlhood in all its innocent radiance. 
Look at the fat pigs. Which one is going to be 
Mr. Ugly?' 
   Ladies and gentlemen, we will consider them 
all in turn. Right, gentlemen, I want you to line 
up and parade past me in turn and then I shall 
make the decision.' 
   Do we really have to?' one middle-aged man 
asked pleadingly, as he ineffectually attempted 
to hide his nakedness with his hands. But when 
he saw Lydia's stern gaze upon him he faltered 
into silence and did as he was told. 
  Sheepishly, and cringing under the muzzles 
of the guns, the judges paraded past Lydia. 


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   I want you all to do a little pirouette when 
you reach me and then walk back.' 
  They all did this; there were roars of laughter 
from the audience. 
  Outside the Albert Hall a real battle was 
being waged as frantic policemen tried to get 
round the W.H.A.M. cordon which effectively 
sealed off all entrances to the Albert Hall. But 
as they were unskilled  in unarmed combat the 
policemen could make little headway against 
the training and skill of the members of 
W.H.A.M. 
   This is Mr Ugly World.' 
  Lydia pointed to a particularly repulsive little 
man who hardly came up to her navel. He was 
about four feet tall. 
   Your prize is to wear a swimsuit and 
high-heeled shoes identical to those you wanted 
to see these girls wearing. Then you can parade 
in front of the television cameras as you have 
been elected Mr Ugly World.' 
  Crimson in the face, the wretched little man 
put on the indicated swimsuit, and the high-
heeled shoes and tottered in front of the 
cameras once more. He was now in a state of 
near hysteria and big tears flowed down his 
chubby red cheeks. 


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  The rest of the judges cringed under the eye 
of Pam. 
   This is W.H.A.M. signing off, sisters,' said 
Lydia.  You'll be hearing more from us. Any of 
you who want to join the movement are more 
than welcome. Our Headquarters are in Camden 
Town. 
   And now we will exterminate these male 
supremists.' 
  At a signal from Lydia they all squeezed the 
triggers of their automatic rifles. Out of the 
muzzles came signs which said  POP!' and 
 POW!' They were toy guns. Lydia laughed 
loudly and holding Pulchra by the hand, she led 
the other W.H.A.M. members away to the 
waiting helicopter outside which carried them 
back to Headquarters. 











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            CHAPTER FOUR 

       THE WHOLE WORLD IS WATCHING 
   
  The next day the whole of the world press 
carried the story of W.H.A.M, on the front page 
with photographs of the event and a full account 
of what had taken place. 
  The popular press in England even carried 
photographs of the embarrassed judges, shot 
from an angle which managed to conceal their 
total nudity. The  Daily Mirror  carried the 
headline  MISS BEAUTIFUL WORLD 
MEETS MR UGLY WORLD'.  The Times 
intoned gravely about the women's liberation 
movement and referred to the more dignified 
antics of the Suffragettes, and finished by 
saying that at least the Suffragettes were ladies. 
The whole operation had been a complete 
success, and W.H.A.M. had been well and truly 
placed in the public eye. 
  There were angry exchanges in the House of 
Commons about the Miss Beautiful World 
affair. Both parties were obviously trying to 

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capture the large female vote represented by 
W.H.A.M. and were trying to be as sympathetic 
as possible to the manifesto. But one true-blue 
Tory gave a long harangue attacking the very 
notion of a political party strictly for women, 
and described the members of W.H.A.M. as a 
 monstrous regiment of women'. There were 
cries of  Hear! Hear!', from the Conservative 
side of the House which were silenced by a 
stern glare from the Prime Minister. With the 
election only two months off, he could not 
afford to alienate the housewives and mothers 
who had brought him to power in the first place. 
After all it was his slogan to  put more in the 
housewife's shopping basket for less money 
which had endeared him to the female 
electorate in the first place. 
  At W.H.A.M. headquarters, Lydia was 
jubilant. She and Pulchra hugged each other in 
an ecstasy of happiness. Pulchra was of course 
W.H.A.M.'s Trojan horse at the Miss Beautiful 
World Competition. 
   But Lydia, darling, how on earth did you 
know that I would win?' asked Pulchra, smiling 
with eyes full of love up at Lydia. 
   Pulchra, my sweet, I knew you would win. 
Sometimes one had to take risks in order to 
achieve the highest pinnacle of success. I was 
merely taking a calculated risk.' 

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   But what would you have done if I had not 
won?' asked Pulchra teasingly. 
   I would have put an alternative plan of 
operation into action,' said Lydia regally.  But 
the question is an academic one for me. I knew 
you were the most beautiful girl in the world,' 
she said, stroking Pulchra's long silky blonde 
hair with a gentle caress. 
  Pulchra smiled sweetly. 
   Oh, Lydia darling, I missed you so much 
during the weeks that led up to the contest. I 
had a simply terrible time. I was worrying all 
the time whether your plan would really work. 
But I should have known that with your brilliant 
planning it could not have failed.' 
   It all ended happily, didn't it, my pet,'  said 
Lydia.  Now I must really get on with some 
work. The telephone has not stopped ringing all 
morning. I must hold a press conference in half 
an hour. Operation Miss Beautiful World must 
be followed up immediately to extract the 
maximum strike of publicity while we have the 
world's attention.' 
  Headquarters was filled with a milling crowd 
of women who wanted to join W.H.A.M., 
reporters, television cameramen, film 
cameramen, Sunday, newspapers who wanted 


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to buy the rights to Lydia's and Pulchra's life 
stories. 
  Among them was also a police inspector who 
had a serious and thoughtful expression on his 
face when he was sent on his way by a 
W.H.A.M. legal expert who told him that 
charges were not being pressed by the 
humiliated judges of the Miss Beautiful World 
Contest. Apparently one exposure to public 
ridicule had been enough for them, they did not 
wish to repeat the experience. 
  Among all the noise and hustling, Lydia 
alone remained calm and aloof. Finally, when 
she had had enough of the noise, she held up a 
leather-gloved fist and demanded silence. 
  'All the men reporters can go away for a start. 
I cannot hope to get an unbiased hearing from 
them. I will only have women reporters at this 
press conference.' 
  There was a great deal of swearing, and 
mutterings of 'bloody women' from the 
gentlemen of the press, but these were silenced 
by Pam and the other bull-dikes who glared 
aggressively at them. Finally the male reporters 
went away. One or two newspapers had had the 
foresight to send a woman reporter, but 
presently in answer to the frantic phone calls 
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reporters gradually appeared. Most of these 
were from the fashion page or some similar 
unimportant section of the various newspapers. 
They were flattered that Lydia wished to speak 
only to them. They waited eagerly for her to 
speak, and finally when they had all settled 
down the press conference began. 
  'What are the aims and intentions of the 
W.H.A.M. movement?' from a middle-aged 
woman reporter. 
  'Our aims are to overthrow the male 
supremacy, and to establish a society in which 
women can live in dignity without being sex-
objects or household slaves and drudges.' 
  'Are you prepared to use force, if your 
demands are not met?' 
  'We do not advocate the use of force. That 
sort of meaningless aggression typifies the male 
supremacy for us. Their countless wars are 
expressions of their empty-headed aggression, 
their intercontinental ballistic missiles and 
rockets to the moon a giant-penis substitute for 
impotent old men. We consider that the normal 
processes of government in this country will be 
sufficient to bring us to power. Our vote will 
not be split by party considerations, we are after 
the vote of the total female population of Great 
Britain. We will not settle for less.' 

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  Cheers from the W.H.A.M. members present. 
  'Why did you choose to interrupt the Miss 
World Contest in the way that you did?' 
  'It was the only way we could bring our cause 
to the attention of the female population. Most 
women are brought up and conditioned in such 
a way that they consider politics to be a male 
province. The enormous audience for the Miss 
World Contest was approximately half female. 
It also symbolised for the members of 
W.H.A.M. the way the male's subjugation of the 
female works in our society. The fact that those 
other foolish girls apart from Pulchra were 
happy to compete in the flesh show indicates 
just how thorough that conditioning is. I did not 
notice that any of the male judges were happy 
to parade themselves in front of the television 
audience.' 
  Laughter from the female journalists. 
   Are there any men in your movement?' 
   Certainly not. This movement is all female. 
Do you think we would allow a male to join us? 
That would be letting the enemy know all our 
plans before they were even launched. 
Remember, too, just what W.H.A.M. stands for. 
It means WE HATE ALL MALES. Do you 
seriously consider we would let any of our 
enemy join our movement?' 

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  One of the fashion editors asked the next 
question:  What are these strange uniforms you 
seem to be wearing? I notice they have a female 
symbol over the left breast.' 
  'This is the W.H.A.M. uniform and we have 
taken the female sex symbol to be our symbol 
and wear it over our hearts in our battle against 
the male supremacy.' 
  While the press conference was in progress, it 
was also being filmed and recorded by 
television cameramen, but as the television 
companies did not seem to employ any women 
cameramen, there was little Lydia could do to 
protest at their presence. She wanted to reach as 
wide an audience as possible and she could not 
do so without the medium of television. 
  The questions now switched to Pulchra. 
   Wasn't it an extraordinary gesture to make to 
enter for the competition and then having won it 
to renounce it?' 
   Not at all, we are not against women being 
beautiful. It is just the way that the male has 
exploited this to entrap women in the myth of 
their own beauty. You notice that I did not use 
any of the MAN-ufactured beauty products that 
women are persuaded by advertising to use. I 
wanted to show that woman herself is beautiful 
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supposedly magic powders and creams promise 
to make any woman into a goddess of beauty, 
but in fact entrap her even more thoroughly in 
the male-created myth about herself that she 
believes in so  implicitly. Women are not just 
beautiful objects. They are much more beautiful 
than the male admittedly, but they are also 
human beings, with feelings and intelligence 
more than equal to the male.' 
   But why appear at all at the Miss World 
Contest?' 
   Because I wanted to show my sisters that it 
was not because I could not get a man that I 
chose to be a member of W.H.A.M. The fact 
that I won the Miss World Contest shows that I 
choose to love women rather than men because 
they are more beautiful and because they are 
intrinsically more lovable than men. They are 
kinder, more emotional, and deeper.' 
  Pulchra noticed Lydia shaking her head and 
indicating that she should stop. 
   Do you mean to tell me then,' asked a 
woman journalist,  that W.H.A.M. is a Lesbian 
organisation?' 
   No,' said Pulchra.  It is just that we do not 
want the company of men in our lives. We are 
so dedicated to the cause that we do not have 
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involvements. The myth of romantic love was 
foisted on women by men in order to keep her 
subservient and accept her lot as a household 
slave and drudge through all the ages.' 
  Lydia indicated that the press conference had 
ended and the women reporters closed their 
notebooks and returned to their newspapers to 
give their accounts of the W.H.A.M. press 
conference. 
  Lydia was angry with Pulchra when they both 
retired later to Lydia's penthouse flat over the 
warehouse. 
   I told you before the conference began that 
the average woman will have nothing to do with 
an organisation that she believes is Lesbian, 
even if we are working for her own good. We 
must keep that fact secret until we gain power. 
When we are in power we can do what we like 
and the male supremists and their female 
lackeys will be powerless to stop us. But until 
we achieve our goal, we must maintain a 
discreet silence about the nature of our 
relationship.' 
   But Lydia, why should I lie and pretend? 
You know that I love you. I am not ashamed, so 
why should I have to hide my true feelings?' 
   Only for the sake of expediency, my sweet,' 
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 When I am the most powerful woman in this 
country, you will be the second most powerful 
woman, won't you?' 
   Yes,' said Pulchra quietly. 
  Lydia pulled Pulchra against her. She kissed 
her fiercely on the mouth. It had been such a 
long time since she had been able to spend two 
nights running in Pulchra's company. She still 
ached and burned with a fierce love for the 
sweet child. She was sweet, really, in her way. 
She obviously loved Lydia a great deal, for she 
was prepared to declare their love to the whole 
world. Luckily, she had guessed what Pulchra 
was going to say and had managed to prevent 
her telling the whole press who exactly she was 
in love with. The scandal would have been too 
great. No, they would show the women of the 
world gradually what it was that W.H.A.M. 
stood for. Only when they had convinced the 
women of Great Britain that W.H.A.M. 
intended what was best for them and they had 
been voted into power, would she reveal the 
real motivation behind W.H.A.M. 
  With eager fingers Lydia unzipped the zipper 
on the front of Pulchra's uniform down to the 
level of her navel. She was trembling with 
excitement. The most beautiful girl in the world 
belonged to her and not to any male. This 
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She slipped her hand inside the tunic and began 
to caress the twin, beautiful breasts of Pulchra. 
Gradually, the nipples became erect and Lydia 
lowered her head to kiss them with her mouth. 
  Pulchra was in the full heat of passion. Her 
beautiful cheeks had a faint tinge of pink on 
them and her breathing became deeper and 
more rapid. Lydia was so masterful and she 
found her quite irresistible. She could feel 
Lydia's fingers sliding across her belly to the 
golden down that nestled in front of her 
gradually moistening labia. A shiver of 
excitement ran right through her and she bent 
her head to kiss the back of Lydia's neck as her 
mouth moved downwards across her belly. 
Slowly and irresistibly her tongue moved down 
until it was caressing the outer edge of her 
labial folds. She closed her eyes with 
excitement, and let out a little gasp, as Lydia 
slid her tongue across her clitoris. 
  With a shrug of her beautiful shoulders, 
Pulchra slipped her jumpsuit off. She delicately 
stepped out of  it to facilitate Lydia's task. She 
stood before Lydia naked and beautiful. Lydia's 
eyes opened wide at the beauty of Pulchra. Her 
golden hair shone in the candlelight like spun 
gold. Her skin was whiter than snow. Lydia's 
eyes ached with gazing on her beauty and she 
longed to possess it fully. 

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  Now Pulchra had lowered her beautiful head 
and was gently, ever so gently, kissing Lydia's 
breasts, and returning Lydia's gentle 
explorations of her vagina with gentle 
explorations of Lydia's vagina. 
  Lydia's heart leapt inside her as Pulchra went 
to her knees and started kissing the inside of 
Lydia's thighs. Her tongue was moving so very 
slowly upwards and upwards to the centre of 
her pleasure. Transfixed with joy, Lydia bit her 
lips to try to prevent the cry of ecstasy which 
escaped her lips as she watched the beautiful 
face of Pulchra, as her eyes closed in adoration 
of Lydia, begin to kiss her clitoris. Lydia 
gasped in passion as the sweet creature began 
playing with her clitoris with her mouth, 
pressing it with her  lips and releasing it. 
Sucking it, until Lydia thought that she would 
die if the pleasure she was feeling grew more 
intense. Finally with an ecstatic shudder that 
started at her clitoris and spread with a wild 
surge throughout her entire body, Lydia 
climaxed, and collapsed weakly into the arms of 
her loving Pulchra. 





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            CHAPTER FIVE 

                 ZAP ACTION! 
   
  Lydia called a meeting the very next day to 
discuss the future policies of W.H.A.M. She sat 
on a raised platform with Pulchra next to her, 
while the other members sat on chairs. It was 
noticeable that Lydia's manner had become 
increasingly imperious with all the publicity she 
had received. At the previous meetings she had 
sat at the same level as the others and there had 
been a fair amount of free discussion and 
debate. But now there was no doubt that Lydia 
was very firmly in charge of proceedings. The 
others were only allowed to speak when she 
permitted it. Along the front of the platform 
stood Pam and the other bull-dikes with arms 
akimbo, staring straight ahead into space. 
  Some women had been a little alarmed at the 
fact that Lydia had chosen to have a personal 
bodyguard, but she had silenced her critics by 
saying that she needed protection from the male 
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life. Now the personal bodyguard was an 
accepted fact of existence. 
  Lydia was speaking:  The type of action 
which we took so successfully at the Miss 
World Contest was extremely successful. We 
confronted the male supremists in a carefully 
chosen situation which enabled us to use the 
situation to expose their inadequacies and the 
falsity inherent in any beauty contest, or similar 
exploitation of women as sex-objects. 
   We had the element of surprise on our side. I 
believe that this element is crucial which is why 
I did not inform you all about what exactly was 
to take place. I did not want any leaks of 
information to the male chauvinist pigs or the 
organisers of the Contest. This is not to say that 
I distrust all of you. But I have serious reason to 
believe that some of our number have been 
consorting with the enemy! I will deal with 
them later.' Several members of W.H.A.M. 
trembled inwardly. 
   This type of surprise action where we 
confront the male supremacy directly and 
seriously discredit their unethical domination of 
the female in their own terms I have called Zap 
Action. As we have seen this sort of action is 
most effective in bringing major issues to the 
eyes of the public and particularly in raising the 
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particular function of Zap Action is to make 
women's oppression into a Social Issue. This is 
particularly important with the General Election 
coming up in two months' time. We have to 
convince the total female population of Great 
Britain to vote for us. We have to disentangle 
their social oppression which had so carefully 
been hidden by the male chauvinists and bring 
it out into the open where all our sisters can see 
it. We have to expose the male supremists for 
what they are  - an unethical exploiting power 
elite. We have to do this in a situation where 
they are unable to answer our charges. The 
methods we will use will be Zap Action. I have 
a list in my head of the various points at which 
we will attack them. I always prefer to carry 
plans in my head, you should do the same. If 
something is written down it may always fall 
into the hands of the enemy. So remember, 
sisters, Zap Action!' 
  Loud applause from the audience. 
   And now sisters, it is my sad duty to 
discipline certain of our members for consorting 
with the enemy. I would like  the following to 
stand up: Jane, Cynthia, Cecilia.' 
  Three rather pretty girls stood up. They all 
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   Is it true that you have indulged in sexual 
activities with males of the species?' 
  There were cries of horror from sections of 
the meeting. 
  Cecilia's lower lip started to tremble and 
presently tears began to fall down her face. 
   Y-Y-Y-yes,' she mumbled. 
   And the others too?' 
   You were all seen consorting with the 
enemy. You three went off to the apartment of 
one of the male reporters. But I have eyes 
everywhere. You imagined that your absence 
would remain unnoticed. The punishment is as 
follows. Since you are so fond of the enemy, 
and W.H.A.M. is in need of funds to carry out 
the strategy that will bring us to power, your 
punishment will be to work as common 
prostitutes, in order to swell party funds. If you 
refuse, or if you attempt to escape, I will have 
your faces disfigured so that persons of neither 
sex will find you in the least attractive.' 
  Gasps of horror from the meeting. 
   Let this be a warning to the rest of you. 
Anyone who consorts with the enemy will be 
punished even more savagely. For anyone who 
collaborates with the enemy, or passes on 
information, the punishment is death. This will 
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most painful way I can devise, and I warn you, I 
have a very vivid imagination.' 
  Pam smiled sweetly to herself at the thought 
of carrying the sentence out, wondering quite 
how Lydia would want her to execute the 
offenders. She cast a particularly malicious 
glance at Cecilia. She would have loved to have 
snapped her neck, and watched her writhe in her 
death agony. 
  Lydia held her leather-gloved hand up in a 
clenched fist and shouted:  WE HATE ALL 
MALES!' 
  The meeting replied,  WE HATE ALL 
MALES!', and held up their clenched right 
hands. 
  Lydia turned and strode out, with Pulchra 
following her. 
  The Zap Action began. 
  Lydia declared a National Bitch Day in which 
all women were to be as bitchy as they could to 
the male population, and they were to do this in 
areas where the male had made it his 
prerogative to lord it over the female. The male 
was to be harassed in every way possible, but 
particularly in ways in which he had annoyed 
the female in the past. 
  Puzzled men travelling on the Tube in 
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wearing the W.H.A.M. uniform. They chanted 
 W.H.A.M.! W.H.A.M.! Get a man!' and 
handed out leaflets to the female passengers. 
Other men were whistled at and had rude 
comments shouted after them in the street. 
   What a fat arse that one's got!' 
  'My God, look at the way it wobbles when he 
walks.' 
   I do love this one's pretty little bowlerhat.' 
   So do I.' 
  'God, you're so ugly.' 
  These tactics were aimed at annoying and 
discrediting the male. But sometimes the plan 
backfired because some males were not at all 
averse to being shouted at by pretty young 
W.H.A.M. members. 
  There was consternation outside the Houses 
of Parliament when male M.P.s were attacked 
physically and verbally by members of 
W.H.A.M. One large, fat member of the  House 
attempted a vain grab at the breasts of a small 
blonde who had pinched his bottom; she 
avoided the lunge and skilfully laid him out 
with a karate chop to the side of the neck. As 
the blonde was half his size the sympathy of the 
milling crowd was with her. A large crowd had 
gathered in Parliament Square and were 
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interest. Some of the W.H.A.M. members were 
carrying banners which bore such slogans as 
 WOMEN MAKE UP 50 PER CENT OF THE 
POPULATION OF GREAT BRITAIN. WHY 
ARE THERE ONLY 4 WOMEN M.P.s?' and 
 WHY IS ONLY THE MALE POPULATION 
REPRESENTED IN THE HOUSE OF 
COMMONS?' and  END MALE 
SUPREMACY NOW! JQIN W.H.A.M.!' By 
the time coachloads of policemen arrived to 
clear away the demonstrators, the members of 
W.H.A.M. had disappeared and the police 
found themselves moving on ordinary members 
of the public. 
  Another target that was attacked on National 
Bitch Day was the way advertisements used 
women as sexual objects in order to sell 
products. Lydia thought that it was  unseemly 
that women should sell themselves in this way 
in order to sell underwear, or even boots. The 
trivialisation of female beauty which followed 
its use in a commercial sense angered her. 
  As a result W.H.A.M. members went around 
the London Underground  putting stickers over 
advertisements which featured female nudity. 
   Why pose in the nude; you can earn more as 
a real whore.' 


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   End humiliation of the female by the Male 
Supremacy now!' 
   Why sell your body to get on. You have a 
mind as well.' 
   Don't be a male sex object.' 
  Over advertisements for cosmetics, they put 
the following stickers: 
   Why beautify yourself for pigs who want to 
wallow like warthogs in your body?' 
   Join W.H.A.M. All the beautiful aware 
chicks are joining W.H.A.M.' 
   Be a person not a sex-object. Join 
W.H.A.M.' 
  But the most amazing event in National Bitch 
Day took place at the World Heavyweight 
Boxing Championship which was held that 
night. 
  It had been a long hard fight, which had 
extended over ten rounds. The holder of the 
title, an enormous Negro, was obviously ahead 
on points, and the result was a foregone 
conclusion. Under the fierce arc-lamps the two 
bodies glistened with sweat. The all-male 
audience were in raptures. They were going to 
go the distance, while in front of millions of 
television sets, half the male population of 
Great Britain was watching the match with 
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  But what was this? A minute blonde figure 
wearing the uniform of W.H.A.M. suddenly 
leapt into the ring between the two fighters. 
They both paused for a moment, and that 
moment was long enough for the tiny creature 
to lay them both low with knockout blows to 
the solar plexus and neck. She grabbed the 
microphone from an amazed ringside 
commentator and spoke. 
   Sisters, W.H.A.M. have demolished another 
male myth. That the male of the species is 
stronger than the female.' Then holding a 
gloved fist high in the air, she chanted 
'W.H.A.M. WE HATE ALL MALES. Join 
W.H.A.M. and help us defeat the Male 
Conspiracy!' 
  This was invading the male stronghold with a 
vengeance and for the next few days W.H.A.M. 
was castigated by the press and television. 
There were loud interviews with members of 
the Boxing Board of Control who were angry 
that the gentlemanly sport of boxing had been 
degraded in this unsportsmanlike way. But what 
probably angered them most of all was the fact 
that a mere slip of a girl had effortlessly 
knocked out the reigning heavyweight world 
champion and his challenger in a matter of 
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              CHAPTER SIX 

         OPERATION HOUSEWIFE 
   
  Lydia called a meeting to discuss the 
effectiveness of the Zap Campaign. The 
membership of W.H.A.M. had gone up to 200 
but they were still mainly middle-class women. 
W.H.A.M. was still not appealing to a broad 
enough section of the female population. 
   So you see, sisters, that we  have to raise the 
consciousness of the largest single female group 
in the country. Namely the housewife. I can see 
some of you laughing. You think that because 
they co-habit and work as slaves for the enemy, 
they are unreachable. But this stage of our 
campaign will be even more effective because it 
will get to the housewife, in her home. What I 
am proposing to do is to buy space on television 
to publicise our movement. This is going to cost 
a great deal of money which we can ill afford, 
but with the General Election so close, it will be 
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them that the party that represents their interests 
is W.H.A.M. 
  For the next few weeks leading up to the 
General Election, I want you all to work that bit 
harder for the cause. I  know all of you have 
been doing your best. However, the fact that so 
few of our number are renegade housewives 
shows how far we have to go. The only 
renegade housewife in the movement is Anne.' 
  Anne looked up from where she was 
scrubbing the floor and smiled. How proud she 
was that Lydia had mentioned her in her speech. 
Her plain face broke into a broad smile. She 
was happy. She did not analyse her situation too 
closely. Or why she should still be scrubbing 
floors, but then Lydia had explained it all to her 
so clearly. Lydia had told her that she alone of 
the members of W.H.A.M. had the necessary 
experience at cleaning to do the job properly. 
Anne rested for a moment and smiled to herself. 
Yes, she was happy. She had to admit to herself 
however that she was  much more tired than she 
had been when she was a housewife. The 
headquarters of W.H.A.M. were quite enormous 
and her work never seemed to be done. So she 
had taken to rising before the others in order to 
get a good start with the cleaning. She also went 
on working late, often until midnight, or even 
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important her cleaning duties were to the cause. 
Lydia had explained it to her so well, but now 
she could not remember quite what it was that 
Lydia had said to her, or what Pulchra, that girl 
who was always with Lydia, had said. Yes, that 
was it. They said that she was helping to 
overthrow the male system of oppression. Even 
her, Anne, she was helping, albeit in a small 
way, but Lydia had said that she had a great 
task for her which she was to perform that very 
week. Something to do with television or 
something. Now why should Lydia want to use 
her on television. It was all beyond her. She 
shook her head very slowly. It seemed to her 
that she was working even harder than when 
she only had a small house to keep clean. But 
Lydia had explained to her that it was proper 
work, that everyone had to help the movement 
in the way that they could, and her way was to 
keep the Headquarters clean. She bent her head 
again and continued with her scrubbing. It was 
right really. Why should all those pretty young 
girls ruin their hands with cleaning. She looked 
at her own, reddened and chapped and hardened 
as the result of twenty-five years cleaning. 
Somehow she had expected her life to be a little 
different, she did not know in what way, but 
somehow she thought that she might have had 
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Things had not turned out quite the way she had 
expected. Lydia had said it was a temporary 
expediency until the male supremacy had been 
overthrown. Well, who was she to question 
what an educated lady like Lydia had said, and 
she quietly got on with her work. 
  A debate on the situation of the housewife 
was in progress. 
   Why should women have a feeling of guilt if 
their homes aren't as spotless as those in the 
television commercials? Or if they don't use 
Sudso soap powder... It is part of the 
effectiveness of the male conspiracy that 
women should accept the image of themselves 
that has been forced upon them by the male 
elite. Not only do they accept it, but they feel 
guilty if they are not always smiling and 
attractive like the models on television. They 
don't stop to think that the whole image of 
women in commercials has been created by 
copywriters, art directors, film directors and 
cameramen, all of whom have a vested interest 
in presenting women in this light. They are after 
all selling their abilities in order to sell more 
Sudso soap powder, or whatever, for the 
manufacturers. They are the real prostitutes of 
our society. Not the poor woman at her wits end 
how to pay the rent, who capitalises on her only 
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male. We can sympathise with prostitutes, for 
they belong to our sex, no matter what, but how 
can we find sympathy for those males who 
purposely put over a false image of women in 
order to exploit them commercially? How can 
we expect housewives to come to a true 
analysis of their situation when they have been 
brainwashed by male propaganda about 
woman's role from their earliest years? 
   The whole basis of this male myth of the 
female as housewife is the concept of the 
family. Ask yourselves who benefits most from 
the concept of the family. The male as usual. 
Not only does he not have to do all the drudgery 
of housework. He  is not tied to screaming 
children all day. He has real freedom, unlike his 
wife who is expected to always appear bright 
and cheerful when he returns home, and 
sympathise with him if he says he has had a bad 
day. She is forced to bear the brunt of his bad 
humour if his boss has given him a bad time. 
The brute male is a coward in fact, he will 
always vent his spite on someone weaker than 
himself, and that someone is usually his wife. 
She is not allowed to have an off-day or even a 
day off. She begins work before the brute male 
rises and she is still working, cooking, cleaning, 
looking after the children, long after he has 
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lunges at her and expects her to give him sexual 
satisfaction. He has paid for her body through 
giving her money every month. He has bought 
the right to use her as and when he wishes when 
he married her. There is no such thing as rape 
inside marriage according to the law. And yet 
how many of our sisters are raped every night 
by their brute husbands, who force their 
attentions on them unwillingly? They have no 
redress in law. 
   Women don't have the right to say what 
happens to their own bodies. They are not given 
the choice of abortion unless a male chauvinist 
doctor finds physical or emotional grounds for 
terminating the pregnancy. We will change all 
these things when we come to power.' Lydia 
gave the clenched fist salute and sat down; there 
was long applause. She held Pulchra's hand in 
hers as they both sat waiting for the discussion 
to be taken up by the floor. First to speak was 
Joan, the computer expert: 
   Our leader has pointed out the basic situation 
of the housewife. I merely want to add a few 
more details. I must say that I feel real sorrow 
and pity for those of our sisters who willingly 
accept the  male tyranny in order to get a meal-
ticket for life. But remember, my sisters, they 
have also thrown away their self-respect, their 
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basic human right of all. It is up to us to raise 
their level of consciousness so that they can see 
how they are being exploited. They are not even 
paid wages, but have to accept what their 
husbands give them. It is not right that half the 
human race should suffer in this way.' 
  Anne was scrubbing the floor when she heard 
this and she looked up for a moment. Yes, Joan 
was right. Why should she and other 
housewives be exploited in this way. They must 
end the male supremacy, then things would be 
different. She continued scrubbing. 
  Lydia stood up to speak again: 
  'We are going to beat  the male chauvinists at 
their own game, by making commercials of our 
own to be shown on television. It is the one way 
we can get to the majority of housewives and 
we will reach even those who have no chance to 
get out in the evening. This will enable us to 
communicate our ideas to those who most need 
to be freed from their bonds of slavery.' 
  A series of commercials eventually appeared 
on television which enraged the total male 
population of Great Britain. 
  The first shot was of Anne in chains. Then 
Lydia's voice:  Are you in chains?' The camera 
moves back to show that one chain goes around 
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housework?' The camera then shows that 
another chain is held by two small children who 
are screaming their heads. off.  To your 
children?' Another chain is held by an arrogant 
brute of a man, who is holding a whip over her 
head.  To your husband?' 
  'If you are a housewife, you are a slave in 
chains to your idea of the family.' 
   W.H.A.M. will liberate you. Vote for 
W.H.A.M., the women's party, at the General 
Election.' 
  Final shot of Anne unchained and smiling at 
the camera. 
  Another commercial was also run at peak 
viewing times. 
  It started with a shot of a girl standing on a 
street corner, near a street lamp and swinging a 
handbag.  Are you a prostitute?' Cut to a shot of 
a man counting out begrudgingly five pounds 
into a woman's hands, who is obviously a 
housewife.  Your husband buys your body and 
soul with his wages. Marriage is legalised 
prostitution. Join W.H.A.M. and end legalised 
prostitution. Vote for W.H.A.M., the women's 
party, and end female slavery.' 
  The third commercial started with a pretty 
girl smiling at the camera. The shot dissolved 


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into a cow with big mournful eyes that mooed 
at the camera. 
   Are you a cow?' 
  The camera moved  further back and showed 
the cow suckling six baby calves. A shot of the 
cow's face munching grass in a, stupid way. 
   Do you sometimes feel like a cow?' 
   Are you only good for raising children and 
being a cow?' The cow moos at the camera. 
   Or do you have abilities that aren't being 
used?' A shot of the girl working a computer. 
  'W.H.A.M. will liberate you. Vote for 
W.H.A.M., the women's party, at the General 
Election.' 
  The fourth commercial showed a couple 
sitting in a restaurant eating by candlelight, 
while  a gypsy violinist played a romantic 
melody to the woman. 
   Did this... lead to this?' A shot of the same 
woman, face distorted with rage and surrounded 
by squalling children. 
  A final shot of the woman smiling and 
looking carefree as she spoke to the camera. 
 Liberate yourself as I did and join W.H.A.M., 
the women's party'. 
  There were angry scenes in houses up and 
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households refused to be doormats any longer. 
Many housewives responded to the W.H.A.M. 
advertisements. This was the first time in their 
lives that they had been addressed directly by a 
politician. This was the first time that anyone 
had taken their case seriously. A Public Opinion 
Poll showed that W.H.A.M.'s popularity had 
risen from 1 per cent of the vote to 10 per cent, 
which demonstrated the amazing effectiveness 
of the W.H.A.M. election campaign. 


















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          CHAPTER SEVEN 

              HEADQUARTERS 
   
  The W.H.A.M. headquarters had now become 
the effective centre of the W.H.A.M. election 
campaign. The two hundred founder members 
lived, ate, and slept in the headquarters. The 
sleeping arrangements were ideal for 
maintaining revolutionary consciousness. Each 
bare room had space for two beds and on each 
wall there was a large photograph of Lydia 
delivering a heroic speech with her hair  blowing 
in the wind. Inside each room there was also a 
loud-speaker so that the members of W.H.A.M. 
could be immediately contacted at any hour of 
the day or night. Unknown to them, the loud-
speaker also concealed a listening device, a bug, 
which enabled Lydia to listen to any 
conversation which might be taking place. It 
was Lydia's one fear, that one of the other 
women would snatch power from her. She 
particularly feared the respect and admiration 
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why she had persuaded her to return to North 
Korea after she had trained the W.H.A.M. 
members in karate. She had since heard that 
Madame Kung Fu had been made a General in 
the Vietcong army. This confirmed her 
suspicions of that woman's qualities of 
leadership. It was better that way. Madame 
Kung Fu had criticised their revolutionary 
consciousness, telling them that they were too 
bourgeois by far. She had favoured a direct 
confrontation of force with the Male Elitists, 
and during one meeting it seemed for some 
minutes that she was going to carry the vote 
against Lydia. But happily the power of reason 
had prevailed and W.H.A.M. had not 
exterminated itself in a futile battle against 
overwhelming male forces. Yes, they were far 
too eager for death these Eastern 
revolutionaries,     with their plans for 
overthrowing the Male Elite, thought Lydia, it 
was almost as if they welcomed martyrdom. 
Her own plans were far more sensible and used 
the qualities of intelligence and imagination 
which she was equipped with, rather than the 
qualities of brute force which Nature had 
granted to the male in such stupid abundance. 
Yes, she could certainly outwit the entire male 
Elite, and she fully intended to do so. What use 
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intercontinental ballistic missiles compared 
with her own intelligence. They were just toys 
played with by male babies who had never 
grown up. They would see just who was 
superior when the showdown came. 
  Lydia never ventured anywhere without her 
bodyguard led by Pam. There had been poison 
pen  letters and telephone calls threatening her 
life. Some male chauvinists had even gained 
entrance to W.H.A.M. headquarters one night to 
carry out some mischief. They had actually 
overpowered two girls as they lay in bed 
together and were planning to harm them in 
some way, or even rape them. Happily, Pam 
and the other bull-dikes had heard the noise and 
had quickly ejected them. Since that tight, the 
entrance to W.H.A.M. had been made secure. It 
was now guarded by a solid steel door made of 
steel three inches  thick, which lowered like a 
portcullis. All the windows had been bricked 
up, so that the building from the inside gave the 
impression of a besieged castle. 
  Lydia considered it a sign of their success that 
they had created such antipathy among the male 
population. It showed her that they were scared 
of W.H.A.M. and what it stood for. Their 
campaign was beginning to succeed. On the 
other hand, there still had not been the 
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had expected from the housewives of Great 
Britain. Some of the foolish creatures had had 
the temerity to start another woman's party 
which upheld the sanctity of marriage and the 
family. They called themselves MUMS. The 
poor deluded creatures, thought Lydia, they 
don't even have the intelligence to recognise 
their true oppressor, the brute male. I shall 
know how to deal with these male-lovers when 
we come to power. The MUMS had better be 
careful. 
  Lydia had discovered that three members of 
W.H.A.M. were actually in contact with this 
rival organisation. They were planning to take 
over the leadership of W.H.A.M. and model it 
on the lines of MUMS. What sacrilege! It had 
given her a great deal of pleasure to watch them 
being tortured by Pam. They had all confessed 
when they had had only one finger nail pulled 
out. Those mediaeval torturers certainly knew 
their business well. The sound of the screams 
which rose from the interrogation room, which 
was in the basement of the building, had 
persuaded all the other W.H.A.M. members of 
the utter foolishness of deviating from the party 
line. Then they had disappeared. From that day 
forward, every member of W.H.A.M. went in 
fear of being denounced. A mere suspicion of 
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would follow an interrogation at the hands of 
Pam and the other bull-dikes. It was strange, but 
no-one was ever found innocent of the charges 
against them. They always finished by 
confessing. 
  The day started early at Headquarters. They 
were all up at seven o'clock doing their karate 
training for, an hour before breakfast. Then 
there was a message from Lydia urging them 
onwards. For the rest of the day, they spent their 
time handing out pamphlets, talking with 
women, holding street corner meetings, 
arguing, discussing and communicating their 
ideas with all the passion that they felt them. 
  Every day brought the General Election a 
little closer and every day Lydia urged them to 
work harder, for according to the latest public 
opinion poll, W.H.A.M. still trailed behind the 
major political parties with only 10 per  cent of 
the votes. 
  She had nominated candidates for the various 
constituencies throughout Great Britain and 
many of these were recent converts to the 
W.H.A.M. cause. 
  Lydia had become increasingly distant from 
the rank and file as time went by. One or two of 
them had had the temerity to refer to Lydia's 
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building there was always the face of Lydia 
looking down at them with her piercing brown 
eyes. There was even a photograph of her stuck 
on the ceiling of the lavatory. There were also 
loud-speakers everywhere for Lydia to 
broadcast her message to them. Even the lift 
between the different floors of W.H.A.M. had 
its loud-speakers. There was nowhere any of 
them could go in the building to escape from 
the presence of  Lydia. Her personality hung 
over them, urging them on, frightening them, 
and completely dominating them. 
  By now most of the core members were 
paired off happily with each other. So each 
small bedroom had become a small retreat of 
love to fortify them emotionally for the 
continuing fight against the male conspiracy. 
Lydia had encouraged them in this by her own 
example and practice. She made it abundantly 
plain to all of them exactly what the 
relationship between herself and Pulchra was. 
  Lydia had also emphasised how important it 
was to have a loving relationship with someone 
in the movement. Not the degradation inherent 
for the female in male-female relationships 
which were really master-slave relationships, 
but a love freely given between equals. The talk 
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effect and they all enjoyed a flourishing sex life 
with one of their own sex. 
  This pair-bonding was good for morale and 
helped to create an extra difference between 
them and the rest of society. It made them even 
more eager to change the basic structure of 
society. 
  One or two Sunday newspapers had made 
certain allegations about the sex lives of the 
movement members, but as no reporters were 
allowed inside the building, these were pure 
speculation. 
  After the successful Miss World operation, a 
blanket of silence covered the private activities 
of the W.H.A.M. members. Many reporters had 
tried to gain admittance inside the 
forbidding-looking building, but all to no avail. 
If there were interviews to be given, they were 
always given by Lydia, and she was careful not 
to reveal the sexual secrets of W.H.A.M. On 
one occasion during a television interview she 
had been asked what the members of W.H.A.M. 
did with their sexual energy as they despised all 
males. 
  Lydia replied:  We  use all our energies in our 
cause. If we need recognition and affection, 
there are always our comrades at hand who give 


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them to us. Celibacy means that we all work 
even harder for the cause.' 
  Little did the rest of the world imagine that at 
W.H.A.M. headquarters not only was there no 
celibacy, but sexual relationships between the 
members was actually encouraged by Lydia, as 
being good for morale. 
  It was only possible to reach the inner circle 
of W.H.A.M. by being an active Lesbian. This 
was one of the tests demanded of new recruits 
to W.H.A.M. after a period of probation. If they 
actively wanted to engage in sexual activities 
with another woman, they had demonstrated 
their commitment to W.H.A.M. in the deepest 
way possible  - in their emotional lives. This was 
one of the ways that the sympathisers with 
MUMS had betrayed themselves. Though they 
refrained from the company of the male sex, 
they had not engaged in full sexual activity with 
other women. 
  Inside each of the rooms was a two-way 
mirror through which Lydia could keep an eye 
on the sexual activities of the inmates. So it was 
relatively easy for her to check up on the sex 
lives of her followers. 
  In the basement, there was a printing press for 
producing the pamphlets and leaflets which 
were distributed by W.H.A.M. The press was 

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operated by a team of girls who had specialised 
in printing. The complete production side was 
handled by the girls themselves. So they 
avoided all contact with male chauvinists. 
  Other sections of headquarters were given 
over to the scientific research which was 
secretly being carried out under Lydia's 
instructions. The largest laboratory was that 
used by Dr Evelyn Quaint who was doing 
research into an artificial womb. She was 
unable to make a great deal of progress, but she 
had managed to keep the embryo of a pig alive 
for about three weeks. Her problem was 
inadequate funds and Lydia had promised her 
all she needed when W.H.A.M. came to power. 
  There was also an electronics division which 
was under the supervision of Joan. They were 
working on a new kind of television transmitter 
which was able to jam the normal transmissions 
in a way that made it impossible for its exact 
location to be traced. Joan's work was complete 
and she had received special congratulations 
from Lydia. Pirate television was to become a 
reality in the week before the election. The male 
elitists would not know what had hit them. Joan 
was also working on a project with computers 
which was to be used after the pirate television 
transmissions had discredited the male 
supremist politicians. 

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  Lydia was pleased with the ease and 
efficiency with which these difficult projects 
had been expedited. She had not revealed what 
they were to the other W.H.A.M. members. She 
was too conscious of security for that. Most of 
them did not even know of the existence of the 
laboratories, they were so well concealed. 
  It was only when she was alone with Pulchra 
in the privacy of their own apartment that she 
allowed herself the indulgence of congratulating 
herself on the success of her planning. Then 
Pulchra would say: 
  'Lydia, darling, you are so brilliant. I love you 
so much.' She would stroke Lydia's forehead 
and fetch her a drink. 
  Recently Pulchra spent most of her time in 
their apartment, cleaning and cooking for 
Lydia. There never seemed to be enough time to 
do all the things she had to. She was so busy 
that she had not read any philosophy or politics 
for a very long time; but she did not mind 
making sacrifices for Lydia  - after all they were 
in love. It was her duty as the female partner in 
their relationship to do things like that. Lydia, 
who played the dominant role, had to busy 
herself with planning of strategy and its 
execution. Besides, she needed time to make 
herself ready for Lydia's return every evening. 
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her look more beautiful and she used it to 
enhance her already perfect beauty. She was 
worried that Lydia might find another girl more 
attractive than her. After all, Lydia could have 
chosen any love partner she wanted. She had 
such charisma and personality. Wasn't she lucky 
that Lydia had chosen her out of all the women 
in the world. She looked at herself in the mirror 
and smiled at her own dazzling beauty. Lydia 
was right. She was the most beautiful girl in the 
world. 
  Tonight she was wearing along flowing 
diaphanous dress and her flesh shone through 
the thin fabric. 
  This was the vision that appeared to Lydia 
when she had entered their apartment. She gave 
Pulchra a little kiss on the cheek and put down 
her briefcase. Pulchra handed her a dry Martini. 
Lydia sat down on the couch and sipped her 
drink, while Pulchra sat at her feet and looked 
up at her with adoring eyes. 
  Idly, Lydia stroked the sweet child's forehead 
with her free hand. 
   Let me make love to you, Lydia, please let 
me,' said Pulchra pleadingly, as she ran her 
hand up the inside of Lydia's trousered thigh. 
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  Delicately, with small fingers, Pulchra slowly 
unzipped Lydia's uniform, at the same time 
kissing her on the mouth. Lydia returned her 
kiss with fierce intensity. Kitten-like, Pulchra 
teasingly moved her mouth away and then back 
again, until Lydia put her arms round her head 
and pulled her forcefully to her. 
   Sweet tease,' she murmured. 
  Pulchra moved her mouth gently all over 
Lydia's body. And caressed her with smooth 
touches from her fingers. Lydia began to relax. 
She closed her eyes in pleasure, and lay quite 
quite still to allow Pulchra to do exactly what 
she wanted with her body. Her mouth was 
moving over her nipples very slowly. Then she 
paused and took Lydia's nipple into her mouth, 
and sucked. A tremor of excitement ran through 
Lydia's body. Her breathing became heavier. 
Her vagina began moistening as Pulchra moved 
her lips very slowly down to kiss Lydia's belly. 
Now she was caressing Lydia's belly. Now she 
was caressing Lydia's clitoris with delicate 
stroking caresses. Lydia let out her breath with 
excitement and she pushed Pulchra's head down 
even further until her tongue was moved 
tantalisingly over her labia and clitoris. She 
looked at the lovely face of the most beautiful 
girl in the world, who was making love to her. 
A deeply-felt ache began in Lydia's body and 

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she felt her uterus contract with the 
overwhelming urge and release which blissfully 
carried her surging onward effortlessly to 
orgasm. 























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            CHAPTER EIGHT 

             PIRATE TELEVISION 
   
  With only two weeks to go before the General 
Election, Lydia was busy addressing meetings 
up and down the country. She had put forward a 
candidate in every single constituency. Of 
course, some of these were not up to the 
standard of the W.H.A.M. inner elite, but it was 
numbers that counted at this stage and not how 
brilliant the candidate was. There was one thing 
common to all W.H.A.M. candidates  - they 
were all die-hard feminists. 
  Lydia's election campaign appealed to the 
housewives and mothers. She was careful to 
play down some of the features about 
W.H.A.M. which might not meet with the 
support of the average British housewife. They 
would hardly endorse a party that stood for 
Lesbianism. The image that was put across by 
W.H.A.M. publicity department was that of a 
selfless body of women working tirelessly for 
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photographs of Lydia shaking hands with 
wrinkled old ladies, and kissing small babies. 
There were even photographs of Lydia smiling. 
The basic message of the election campaign 
was that of the Liberation of Women. The most 
frequently used advertisement on the hoardings 
was a blown-up photograph of Anne scrubbing 
the floors at W.H.A.M. headquarters and 
looking up despairingly at the camera, with the 
slogan underneath:  Liberate yourself from 
unpaid slavery. Vote for W.H.A.M., the 
woman's party.' 
  Other issues that W.H.A.M. campaigned for 
were abortion on demand (they maintained that 
women had the right to say what happened to 
their bodies), they demanded equal pay for 
equal work and equal job opportunities, with 
the setting up of a Sexual Equality Board, to 
which complaints of discrimination on the 
grounds of sex could be referred. A basic wage 
was to be paid to housewives in the form of a 
weekly housewife's benefit. This was to be 
payable for only five years while they brought 
up two children. After that women were 
expected to work and contribute to the national 
economy. Equal educational opportunities were 
to be granted with at least half of the places in 
higher education to be filled by women. A 
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instituted to change the traditional view of the 
roles of the sexes. There would be no more 
children's books showing little girls playing 
with dolls and little boys playing with 
mechanical toys. Both sexes were to be 
educated to their full ability. Every individual 
had the right to self-fulfilment in work 
irrespective of sex. This was a basic human 
right which women had been denied for 
centuries. Women were not child-bearing 
machines to be enslaved by the male 
chauvinists. They should vote for W.H.A.M. A 
vote for W.H.A.M. was a vote cast for the 
liberation of women. 
  The newspapers were no longer treating 
W.H.A.M. as a joke. There were assessments of 
the viability of the W.H.A.M. programme. Its 
supporters grew day by day. There were serious 
discussions on television examining the 
emergence of the first new political party for 
fifty years. Of course, it could not possibly win 
the election  but it was an interesting 
phenomenon. 
  There was an immediate response to the 
W.H.A.M. election platform. The leaders of 
both parties castigated W.H.A.M. for being 
undemocratic. They accused Lydia of 
campaigning on one issue. The Conservative 
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make a brief reference to the dubious sexual 
activities of the members of W.H.A.M. in a 
speech: 
    Why are there no men in the W.H.A.M. 
movement? Because it is an elitist party which 
while pretending to raise the status of women in 
our society in fact plans to seize power for 
itself.' 
   Lydia laughed to herself when she heard this. 
The male chauvinist was frightened of losing 
his majority. He was close to the truth, but if 
there was going to be any mudslinging in this 
election she would do it in a way that was 
unanswerable and would cut the ground from 
under the male elitist dogs. She had a certain 
amount of information about the private sexual 
activities of the Prime Minister and the Leader 
of the Opposition which she would put to good 
use when the time was right. It lay in her power 
to discredit them entirely in the eyes of the 
electorate. She would make them both regret 
that they had dared to make a public attack on 
W.H.A.M. 
   This was the week when the major parties 
made party political broadcasts on television. 
W.H.A.M. was not offered a spot. It angered 
Lydia that the male chauvinists could do this to 
her. But she comforted herself with the thought 
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rapidly drawing to a close. Besides, she had a 
secret weapon she was shortly going to use in 
the battle for human minds. Just because they 
had party political broadcasts, this did not mean 
that they had absolute control of the media, as 
they would shortly find out. 
  Lydia had finished her electoral whistle-stop 
campaign. The constituency she had chosen to 
represent was one where she was sure to win. 
She had no fears on that score. She returned to 
Headquarters to direct her attention to the battle 
for the media. It was one of her maxims that she 
who  controls the media controls the minds. She 
was deep in discussion with Joan, the 
electronics expert, for several days. 
  Lydia's secret weapon was a pirate television 
transmitter which Joan had developed which 
could not only beam into a television 
transmission but also used a sophisticated 
jamming device which prevented its location 
being detected. This mass of electronic 
equipment was carried in the back of a huge 
removal van which had  Pankhurst Removals' 
written on the side. 
  The plan was to break into the  party political 
broadcasts with suitable shots which would 
expose the two party political leaders for the 
hollow shams they were. 


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  Lydia sat in their luxurious appartment with 
Pulchra's head resting in her lap as they 
watched television together. 
  There was  an announcement that the 
programme following was a party political 
broadcast on behalf of the Conservative party. 
Then the Prime Minister appeared on the screen 
wearing his dignified statesmanlike smile, or 
the closest he could manage to it. 
   I am addressing you tonight on the question 
of Public Morality.' 
  The screen went blank for a moment, then 
there appeared a shot of the Prime Minister 
indulging in fellatio with a male partner. The 
camera moved remorselessly in and it showed 
the look of pleasure in his  eyes as his partner 
had orgasm into his mouth. 
  The scene shifted back to the Prime Minister 
in the studio. He obviously had not seen what 
was being transmitted for he was still speaking 
on the question of Public Morality. 
   Public Morality also means private morality. 
Myself and my party uphold the sanctity of the 
family. We are particularly anxious that the 
young should be brought up in safety, both 
moral and physical.' 
  The screen went blank for a moment and 
there appeared a shot of the Prime Minister 

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kissing a beautiful youth of twelve years old 
with blonde hair and blue eyes. 
   But Uncle Dennis, is this really all right?' 
   Yes,' said the Prime Minister, his voice 
shaking with emotion.  You are so beautiful. 
Let me make you happy.' 
  The camera zoomed in to show the Prime 
Minister kissing the boy on the mouth. 
  Back to the studio.  There is a political party 
in this country which, for its own evil ends, 
praises one sex above the other. You all know 
which party I mean. Do not waste your vote on 
a party which is planning to disrupt your family 
and cause it to break up. I uphold the family and 
the male-female relationship.' 
  The screen went blank again. There was a 
shot of the Prime Minister and six other males 
forming a daisy chain so that each of them 
buggered the  man in front of him. The camera 
zoomed in to the Prime Minister's face. 
  Back to the studio: 
   Yes, what my party and myself stand for is a 
return to morality in private and public life. 
   Without morality and the sanctity of the 
family, our society will surely perish.' 
  The screen went blank to show the Prime 
Minister with a made-up face, dressed up in 

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women's clothes and blowing a kiss to the 
camera. 
  Back to the studio:  Goodnight.' 
  There was consternation at the BBC and ITV. 
They could not tell how the jamming was being 
done. The knowledge of electronics involved 
was far beyond their capabilities. 
  There was a storm in the newspapers the next 
day and by lunch-time the Prime Minister had 
retired, a broken man, to spend the rest of his 
days abroad. 
  The next Party Political Broadcast was on 
behalf of the Opposition. 
   There has been a lot of talk about this and 
that in this election. My opposite number in the 
Conservative party has resigned do a question 
of private morality. I want to make it plain that 
this party is guiltless. We are a moral party.' 
  The screen went blank and it switched to a 
scene of the Leader of the Opposition sitting 
with his secretary on his lap, with his hand up 
her skirt. He looked dead drunk and so did she. 
  'Freddy, do you think this is wise? What 
about my husband and your wife?' 
  'Never mind,' he grunted in a deep voice, 
'they will never find out. They both trust us, 
stupid idiots. I can get away with anything. 
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when I was in government. I've been pulling the 
wool over people's eyes for years. Anyway, it is 
for the good of the country. If the future Prime 
Minister doesn't have a good fuck now and 
again, how the hell can he govern?' 
  Back to the studio with the Leader of the 
Opposition mouthing meaningless platitudes 
about morality. 
  The screen goes blank, then shows him and 
his secretary violently copulating on the floor. 
  Back to the studio:  No, we are not animals, 
we are ordinary decent, hardworking people 
like yourselves.' 
  The screen goes blank and then a shot of the 
Leader of the Opposition groaning and 
wallowing on the floor. 
  Back to the studio:  Goodnight, and 
remember a vote for Labour is a vote for public 
and private morality.' 
  Pulchra threw her arms around Lydia's neck 
and said: 
   Aren't you clever  my darling? Nothing can 
stop us now can it?' 
  Lydia smiled to herself. She was very pleased 
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  Next day, the Leader of the Opposition 
resigned on the grounds that his party had lost 
confidence in his ability to lead them. 
  The same thing happened to the party 
political broadcasts of the Liberal party and the 
Communist party. 
  The way seemed clear for W.H.A.M. to come 
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              CHAPTER NINE 

            THE GENERAL ELECTION 
   
  The daily newspapers ran headlines which 
asked  IS W.H.A.M. THE  ONLY PARTY FIT 
TO GOVERN?' and  WHAT DOES W.H.A.M. 
STAND FOR?' Reporters were constantly 
trying to breach the security which prevailed at 
Headquarters, but without success. There was a 
wall of silence around the activities which went 
on there. Occasionally, Lydia would favour 
them with a press release, but these were only 
accounts of the W.H.A.M. programme for 
government. The major political parties were in 
complete despair. There had been total loss of 
confidence in them by the electorate. Secretly 
many of them believed that it would be a long 
time before they were returned to power: 
W.H.A.M. seemed to have such an 
overwhelming majority that it looked as though 
the two-party system had come to an end. There 
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government in Britain would become a 
dictatorship. 
  The public opinion polls predicted a landslide 
victory for W.H.A.M. But this was not enough 
for Lydia. She was determined to win every seat 
in the House so she would not have to govern 
with any of the despised male elitists in the 
House of Commons. Lydia was determined to 
get total control of power, so she put Operation 
Computer Fix into action. 
  This was the first election that a computer 
was to be used to record the votes of the 
electorate. The scheme had been praised for its 
quick delivery of results. Previously the votes 
had been laboriously counted by hand, with 
subsequent errors and recounts. By using the 
computer the time taken to assess the results 
was reduced from twelve hours to one hour. In 
each polling booth there were the names of the 
prospective candidates with a button beside 
each of them. When this was pressed the result 
was automatically relayed to the central 
computer which recorded it. 
  The scheme was believed to be foolproof but 
it did not take into  account the fact that 
computer programmes can be tampered with. 
The person Lydia had chosen to fix the 
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  The night before the General Election, five 
black-clad figures drove up in a jeep to the 
building which housed the Central Computer. 
They parked their jeep several streets away, 
then walked calmly and casually up to the 
building next to it. Lydia had rented a flat on 
the top floor which gave access to the roof. 
They made their way up in the lift to the top 
floor. Joan was carrying the tapes she had 
programmed in a briefcase. They went into the 
flat and raised the skylight which led on to the 
roof. They clambered on to the roof. Far 
beneath them they could see the policemen 
walking up and down in front of the Central 
Vote Recording Building. 
   Just look at those male chauvinist creeps,' 
Joan said.  They couldn't guard a baby's 
lollipop. Come along girls, just think what fools 
we are going to make of the stupid males when 
the election results are announced.' 
  Joan led the way over  the gently sloping roof 
until they came to the skylight on top of the 
Computer Building. One of the girls, Diana, 
began to experience a feeling of vertigo as she 
peered over the edge of the roof to the lamplit 
streets a hundred feet below. She clutched at 
one of the chimney stacks with a convulsive 
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    Now don't be stupid Diana,' said Joan.  Don't 
look down. Here, hold my hand and I'll lead you 
across the roof.' 
    No, I can't,' whimpered Diana. 
    Yes, you can,' said Joan, and she prised open 
the skylight. Then, grabbing Diana, she forced 
her to release her hold and pushed her towards 
the open skylight, then pushed her inside. They 
dropped down into an upper office directly over 
the room that held the computer. 
   The building was in complete darkness as 
they crept down the stairs leading down to the 
next floor, guided only by their flashlights. The 
door leading to the computer was locked and 
there was an intricate alarm system which Joan 
disconnected. Then using a skeleton key, she 
opened the door and they went in. 
   Joan exchanged the computer programme 
with the one she was carrying in her briefcase 
and they crept out. She reconnected the alarm 
system and locked the door again so that there 
was no sign that the computer had been 
tampered with. They climbed up through the 
skylight and lowered it again, went through the 
other flat, and drove back to headquarters. 
   All through the next day, the electorate went 
to the polls to determine who would govern the 
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parties seemed very slim indeed but they hoped 
that the big swing away from them would still 
allow them a few seats in the House. They 
prayed that a few of their faithful supporters 
would not be too adversely influenced by the 
Party Political Broadcasts. 
  The poll was not a particularly high one. 
Many of the electorate were alienated by the 
occurrences of the previous week and did not 
bother to vote at all. There was, however, a very 
heavy turn out of W.H.A.M. supporters up and 
down the country. Outside each polling station 
stood W.H.A.M. members encouraging voters 
to vote for their candidate. 
  Inside the polling booths the voters obeyed 
the instructors to press the button opposite the 
name of the candidate they wished to vote for. 
But thanks to  Joan's new programme for the 
vote recording computer, two out of every three 
votes given to non-W.H.A.M. candidates were 
allocated to W.H.A.M. In this way it was 
impossible for any candidate but the one put up 
by W.H.A.M. to gain a majority of the votes. 
  It did not matter how many people voted for 
the Conservatives, the Labour Party, or the 
Liberals  - two-thirds of their vote was given to 
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   At W.H.A.M. headquarters later that evening 
all the W.H.A.M. members crowded round the 
television set as the election results were 
announced. Lydia and Pulchra had joined the 
others for this happy moment. 
   A worried-looking newsreader picked up the 
piece of paper which had been handed to him, 
looked at it as though he could not believe his 
eyes, then spoke: 
    The election result. It is a landslide victory 
for, W.H.A.M. They have captured every seat 
in Great Britain. An amazing result if I may say 
so for a party that only entered politics this 
year. 
    Tomorrow the leader of W.H.A.M. will go to 
Buckingham Palace to see her majesty the 
Queen and will be invited to form a 
government. Then she will appoint those she 
has nominated to form the government. Well, it 
certainly looks as though the two-party system 
is finished in this country. W.H.A.M. have 
captured every seat in the House. And now, 
over to a political correspondent who will make 
an assessment of the situation as it now stands.' 
   The political correspondent spoke: 
    Well, I certainly agree with John about it 
being a landslide victory for W.H.A.M. It 
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next five years, or even longer. I must be frank 
and say that I find it absolutely amazing that a 
party which only entered politics this year has 
managed to capture 100 per cent of the 
parliamentary seats. I think it is an 
unprecedented success for W.H.A.M. and they 
can congratulate themselves on their complete 
success. Though I must say that there were 
certain aspects of this election which were not 
entirely to my taste, in particular the pirate 
television transmissions which interspersed the 
party political broadcasts and discredited the 
major party leaders. I understand that the 
G.P.O. is still trying to track down the 
transmitter that was used, by persons unknown, 
to interrupt the party political broadcasts. 
   It certainly looks like the end of the two-
party system for the time being. I am wondering 
even more about the political platform that 
W.H.A.M. campaigned on. If they carry 
through half of the legislation they promised, 
there are going to be some drastic changes in 
the country. Well, that remains to be seen. From 
us it's Goodnight, and for those who have just 
tuned in, W.H.A.M. has captured every seat in 
the country. Goodnight from us.' The screen 
went blank. 
  At W.H.A.M. headquarters there was extreme 
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hugged each other and hung around one 
another's necks. Lydia gave Pulchra a kiss on 
the mouth and they hugged each other. 
   'Oh, my darling,' said Pulchra, 'I am so very 
proud of you. I knew you would succeed and 
you have. In one day you have turned the tables 
for ever on the male power elite.' 
   There was the popping of corks and 
champagne was drunk. Lydia was toasted, as 
was W.H.A.M. There were calls for Lydia to 
make a speech. She had a quick conference with 
Joan. 
   'Lydia, we have to get down to the computer 
and change back to the original programme. 
Someone is bound to want to check up on our 
overwhelming majority. These male elitists do 
not take defeat lying down.' 
   'All right,' said Lydia, 'when I have finished 
my speech you can take the girls who are in 
your team to switch the programmes back.' 
   Lydia rose to address her party members. 
   'Sisters and fellow members of W.H.A.M. 
Today is without doubt the happiest day of my 
life. It is for this that we have been working so 
hard all this  time. I know just how hard you 
have all worked. I know that the work has not 
always been easy for you. But it is thanks to 
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have had tonight. I want to thank you all from 
the bottom of my heart. Remember, sisters, 
from this day forward we have liberated 
ourselves from the shackles put on us by the 
Male Supremacy. We have brought about its 
downfall. Never again will women in this 
country be treated as second-class citizens, as 
unpaid household slaves of the brute male. 
  'I tell you that from this day forward we can 
start to build a better, more wonderful world for 
women to live in.' 
  Then holding up a leather-gloved clenched 
fist, Lydia screamed at the top of her voice, 'WE 
HATE ALL MALES!' There was a thunderous 
roar from the party members as they repeated 
'WE HATE ALL MALES!' 












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             CHAPTER TEN 

               POWER AT LAST 
    
   The next morning, as Joan had predicted, a 
full investigation was mounted of the computer 
which had recorded the overwhelming 
W.H.A.M. victory. But as Joan had replaced the 
original programme which allocated each vote 
to the party it was intended for, they could find 
nothing wrong with the programme. All 
morning worried male computer experts ran 
tests through the computer, but there was 
nothing they could find amiss with it. Irate 
M.P.s danced around in furious rage, certain 
that they had been defrauded of their seats in 
some way, but entirely ignorant of how it had 
been achieved. When all the tests had proved 
negative, the computer experts announced that 
as far as  they could ascertain, there was nothing 
wrong with the vote-recording computer. 
   The press was full of the amazing victory of 
W.H.A.M. Some newspapers had a few 
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party, but by and large, they were curious as to 
what sort of government they would provide. It 
was the first time in the history of the House of 
Commons that a party about which so little was 
known had been voted into power. 
  At 11 a.m. Lydia went to Buckingham Palace 
to receive the Queen's recognition of their right 
to govern. This was a mere formality. When she 
reappeared, a large number of W.H.A.M. 
supporters had gathered to cheer her. She gave 
the clenched fist salute to them and they 
returned it. Together they chanted  We Hate All 
Males'. 
  In the late afternoon, Lydia went round the 
streets of London in a motorcade. Everywhere 
she went, the reception she received from her 
followers was tumultuous. She stood in the 
back of an open car with her leather-gloved fist 
held up in the W.H.A.M. salute. The spectators 
by the side of the road returned it and cheered 
her. 
  All afternoon, Trafalgar Square had been 
filling up with W.H.A.M. supporters. There 
were thousands of them milling around. Most of 
them were women who were not part of the 
inner elite of W.H.A.M., for they were not 
dressed in the W.H.A.M. uniform. They seemed 
quite ordinary women for the most part. Some 
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were downright ugly, one or two, were 
beautiful. They seemed an ordinary enough 
cross-section of  English womanhood, with one 
exception  - they were not escorted by any men. 
Some of them carried banners which read 
 OVERTHROW MALE DESPOTISM NOW!' 
and  WATCH OUT MALE SUPREMISTS 
W.H.A.M. IS GOING TO GET YOU!' There 
were loud-speakers placed around the square 
and a huge bank of them just in front of the 
platform which had been erected. The platform 
was draped with red flags bearing the 
W.H.A.M, insignia, the female sex symbol 
picked out in white. They fluttered gently in the 
breeze. Speakers from the W.H.A.M. elite 
addressed speeches to the crowd and worked 
them up into a state of excitement with the 
chanting of slogans. The speeches reverberated 
round the square and when the crowd cheered, 
the pigeons flew up into the air. It was just 
beginning to get dark when the motorcade drew 
near to Trafalgar Square. The roar of the crowd 
became deafening when it came into sight. 
   By the time Lydia's car appeared, the 
cheering was a solid wall of sound. The noise of 
the crowd was like the roar of a giant beast 
sounding in two hundred thousand throats. By 
now the crowd had been worked up into a 
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speakers. They had become one body swayed 
by one mind. Over the loud-speakers came the 
voice of the speaker. 
   I can see the car in which our Leader is 
riding. Let us give her one rousing cheer to 
show her how proud we are of our victory.' 
Spotlights were turned on to the platform which 
had been erected. They picked out Lydia's 
black-clad figure as she walked, straight, tall 
and erect to the platform. 
  Like a mighty sea of sound the voice of the 
crowd was heard. They chanted her name, over 
and over again:  LYD-I-A. LYD-I-A. LYD-I-A. 
VICTORY, VICTORY!' 
  Lydia heard the roar of the crowd and let it 
wash over her. Never before had she 
experienced such a feeling of power. It made 
the blood tingle in her veins, and she felt 
sexually excited by it. She had achieved all she 
had set out to do, and this was her reward: the 
blind devotion of the crowd welcoming her. 
Again and again they chanted her name. Again 
and again her whole body thrilled to the mighty 
roar. She stood motionless before them all, 
receiving their welcome as her due. Her 
stillness excited them still further, now they 
were chanting her name pleadingly. 'LYDIA, 
LYDIA, SPEECH, SPEECH!' 


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   When the noise of the crowd reached its peak, 
Lydia held up her gloved hand imperiously to 
quieten them. There was an immediate hush. 
    Thank you,' she said simply.  We have all 
worked hard, and we have won. From this day 
forward things will change in this country. 
Together we will throw off the yoke of male 
oppression for ever.' 
   There was the sound of a gun shot and Lydia 
moved her head slightly as she felt the 
slipstream of a bullet just miss her and thud into 
the back of the platform. At the rear of the 
crowd there was a great commotion. A male 
had tried to assassinate her, and he was being 
dragged up to the platform. 
    Let us see who has made an attempt on my 
life,' said Lydia, and her voice reverberated 
from the large banks of speakers placed around 
the square. 
   Cringing in the spotlight with the hostile gaze 
of 200,000 angry women on him, he could not 
look Lydia in the face. 
    See how the male chauvinist assassin 
cringes, sisters. Do you recognise him? I do. He 
is a member of the previous government. He 
obviously does  not believe in the democratic 
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the General Election?' A roar of 'YES!' from the 
crowd. 
   This creature is not fit to live. Yet I will 
spare his life. Let him go. His time will come.' 
  He was handed over to two female 
policewomen who led him away handcuffed. 
   You see, sisters. The male conspiracy will 
stop at nothing in order to seize power again. 
They will even stoop to assassination, as you 
have seen for yourselves. But their time has 
passed. Power now rests with women, the 
superior sex. 
   All the evils which have ever befallen 
Britain have been due to the machinations of 
the male sex. They gave away our Empire, they 
sold us cheap. They have made of us no more 
than an off-shore island  - we who were once 
rulers of  the earth. I pledge myself to restoring 
Britain to her former greatness. But that day 
will not come until we purge ourselves of the 
male.' 
  A roar of approval from the crowd. 
   The male of the species is a parasite. He is a 
drone. He has exploited us for too long. We will 
change things.' 
  A cheer from the crowd. 
   Who has enslaved us for centuries? The 
Male!' 

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   Cheers from the crowd. 
    They are afraid of us, as this futile 
assassination attempt has shown. The so-called 
strong male sex is frightened of us. They know 
that their tyrannical rule is at an end. They 
know that the inevitable historical movement 
has taken place. 
    Throughout history, brutality has given way 
to humanity. The feudal system has given way 
to capitalism, capitalism has given way to 
socialism. The historical movement is from the 
animal to the human, from the brutal to the 
civilised. 
    The tyrant male enslaved women because of 
his superior muscular strength. Modern 
technology has provided us with machinery 
which does not require brute strength to operate 
it. How much strength is needed to squeeze the 
trigger of a gun? We are more than a match in 
the areas that matter now. Female intelligence is 
of a superior nature to that of the male. We are 
more imaginative, we have greater sensitivity. 
The tyrant  male is only good at killing others as 
ignorant as himself, or exploiting those weaker 
than himself, which he has done for 
generations.' 
   Cheers from the crowd. 
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  Cheers. 
   Women have always been the educators of 
the young. Whatever is good and civilised in 
human nature has been imparted by women. 
Love is the dominant female emotion. The 
male's dominant emotion is aggression and 
hostility. It is inevitable that the male should 
give way to the female. 
   Until recently, the whole structure of society 
was based on violence and aggression. The low 
place of women in society was determined by 
their lesser capacity for violence than the male. 
With technology, the situation has radically 
changed. It is as easy for us to press a button 
firing intercontinental ballistic missiles as it is 
for them. It is as easy for us to use an automatic 
rifle as it is for them. Though we are slightly 
inferior in animal strength, we are superior in 
intelligence and emotional sensitivity. 
   It is an inevitable historical and social 
movement that the male must give way to the 
female. Just as the animal gives way to the 
human in mankind. 
   Let us chant our slogan together as an 
affirmation of our beliefs.' 
  Lydia held her hand in the clenched fist salute 
as did the two hundred thousand women who 
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    WE HATE ALL MALES!' 
    WE HATE ALL MALES!' 
   She stepped down from the platform and 
marched to the waiting car. Then standing very 
straight in the back, holding her arms in the 
clenched fist salute, she was driven through the 
cheering crowds back to W.H.A.M. 
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            CHAPTER ELEVEN 

                   W.H.A.M.S.S. 
   
  One of the first things that Lydia did when 
W.H.A.M. took over government was to 
appoint a female Speaker, so there was not one 
male in the House of Commons. Having 
achieved this, she set about putting through all 
the reforms that she had promised the female 
electorate in her election platform. 
  Legislation was passed which enabled women 
to have total control of what happened to their 
bodies. They were given abortions on demand. 
They were no longer forced by the male 
supremacy to go through unwanted pregnancy. 
Women were awarded equal pay for equal work 
and the mare reactionary professions were 
ordered to open the ranks to women or be 
prosecuted. 
  In order to reduce spending and give 
housewives the weekly wage promised, the 
armed forces were disbanded. However, Lydia 
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intercontinental ballistic missiles. She did not 
want a male chauvinist country to invade Great 
Britain. Some of the missiles were now given 
targets in other countries, for she wanted to 
make certain that countries run by male 
supremists would not try to invade and occupy 
Britain. The only other weapons retained were 
ten nuclear submarines. These were now 
manned by a crew of women. A few aeroplanes 
were retained, manned by women pilots. But of 
the male chauvinist army, navy and air force, 
nothing remained. Lydia was correct in sensing 
the very real threat to her government that lay in 
the armed forces. She managed to prevent an 
abortive uprising that was being planned by the 
army. W.H.A.M. intelligence was extremely 
effective; the mistress of one of the colonels 
concerned had leaked the information to 
W.H.A.M. The counter-revolutionary colonels 
were woken up in the middle of the night, taken 
out and shot. This was carried out with all the 
ruthless efficiency that W.H.A.M. was capable 
of. Similarly, certain Admirals in the Navy and 
Wing Commanders in the Royal Air Force were 
shot. 
   Lydia gave a short political address on 
television every evening. This was introduced 
by a recording of the W.H.A.M. party song, 
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screen. A drumbeat... and Lydia's face appeared 
on the screen, looking extremely grave. 
   Citizens, I have some unfortunate news for 
you. A number of male chauvinists have been 
unwise enough to attempt an anti-governmental 
uprising. However, thanks to the diligence and 
vigilance of our Secret Service, their abortive 
uprising was prevented before it began. 
   The following  have been sentenced to death 
and shot for treason: 
   General Fitzroy-Smythe, Colonel Gulliver, 
Colonel Smithson, Colonel Bathurst, Captain 
Fawcett-Smythe, Captain Bartson; Admiral 
Hurst, Commander Richardson, Captain Fripp, 
Captain Tillotson; Squadron-Leader Tippet, 
Wing Commander Strange, Wing Commander 
Aubrey. 
   Any attempt at counter-revolution by the 
male chauvinists will be dealt with in the same 
way. Measures have been taken to ensure that 
the male chauvinists will not attempt the same 
thing. A Male Pass Law will come into effect 
from tomorrow. Tomorrow all males will report 
to their local police station to collect a male 
pass. Any male found without a pass will be 
liable to five years' imprisonment. That is all. 
Goodnight.' 


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   Lydia held her fist up in the W.H.A.M. salute 
while the W.H.A.M. song was played by a 
military band. 
   There was consternation throughout the 
country at this new piece of W.H.A.M. 
legislation. The male population was 
thoroughly intimidated by it. They felt strongly 
enough about having an all-female government, 
but now they were also to be discriminated 
against. However, the threat of five years' 
imprisonment without appeal was enough to 
send them along to their local police station to 
collect their passes. 
   On the front of the pass there was a number, a 
photograph of the bearer, and a set of his 
fingerprints. Inside it said,  This pass enables 
the bearer to travel in his normal area for work. 
Before undertaking any journey for any reason 
whatsoever, the bearer must report to his local 
police station to notify them of the purpose of 
his journey, and his dates of departure and 
arrival.' 
   Any male who could not produce his pass 
when asked to do so was immediately placed 
under arrest. Any male who was found in an 
area not covered by his pass was likewise 
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  Lydia reinforced the police with the 
W.H.A.M. Secret Service. She did not imagine 
that the male members of the police would 
manage to enforce the new Male Pass Laws 
with sufficient diligence. 
  The W.H.A.M. Secret Service were 
extremely zealous in carrying out their duties. 
They were the most anti-male of all the 
W.H.A.M. members, which is why Lydia used 
them for this purpose. Their uniforms were 
similar to the standard W.H.A.M. uniform 
except that over the right breast there was a 
white sword and the initials W.H.A.M.S.S., 
which stood for We Hate All Males Secret 
Service. On their shoulder they carried their 
numbers. In charge of the Secret Service Lydia 
appointed Pam, who thoroughly enjoyed her 
new duties. Her sadistic streak was given full 
expression in her interrogation of male 
prisoners who had been arrested for not 
carrying their passes. 
  Some of her associates even thought that she 
obtained a certain amount of sexual pleasure 
from the various tortures she inflicted on them. 
But Pam was really expiating the terrible sense 
of inferiority that she always felt when 
confronted with the male sex. She had always 
wished that she had been born a boy. The years 
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joined W.H.A.M. were etched with acid into her 
heart. She was not accepted by either sex during 
those years. Males did not know how to treat 
her because she wanted to be one of them, and 
they laughed at her. All through her life she had 
been made to feel inadequate and inferior 
because she did not want to join in the games 
that girls were supposed to play. Playing with 
dolls had held no attractions for her, sewing and 
knitting had seemed meaningless activities. Her 
father had continually tried to force her to do 
things which she did  not wish to do. All this had 
left its mark on her. He was the first male she 
had hated. She could not understand what her 
mother, who was a gentle and sensitive person, 
had ever seen in the bullying oaf who came 
home drunk on Friday evenings, and proceeded 
to knock them both about. When she reached 
adolescence, she put on weight and muscle, and 
one Friday evening when her father came home 
and started to beat up her mother, she amazed 
him by knocking him out cold and throwing 
him into the street. After that, he had 
disappeared, and she and her mother had 
continued to lead a fairly happy existence. 
   She had worked at all kinds of unskilled jobs, 
particularly those which enabled her to wear 
trousers instead of the hated dresses and skirts. 
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mechanic, and a bus conductress. She had even 
joined the Women's Army Corps for three 
years. She left this because she could not bear 
to receive orders from male officers, so she had 
bought herself out. Then she had embarked on 
the career  which she had been pursuing until 
she joined W.H.A.M.  - that of prison wardress 
at Holloway. She had enjoyed the atmosphere 
there partly because it was all female, and partly 
because it gave her a chance to indulge her 
sadistic streak. She had had many pleasant 
relationships with the women prisoners. But one 
of these had left a deep scar inside her and hart 
strengthened her hatred of the male sex. The 
girl's name was Jill and she was in for a stretch 
of two years for repeated convictions for 
shoplifting. 
  She had made the first approach to Pam. One 
morning when Pam opened her cell door, she 
coquettishly sidled up to her clutching the rough 
prison nightdress to her and asked for some 
 snout'. She let the nightdress fall open, 
revealing the smooth, harmonious curves of her 
body. 
  Pam had felt a choking sensation in her throat 
when she saw Jill's body suddenly revealed to 
her. Jill had noticed the hungry way Pam's eyes 
followed her when they were in the exercise 
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attraction and fascination in order to extract the 
maximum number of perks from her. 
   Pam's gaze swept over Jill's body, creamy-
coloured, and rested for a moment on her 
rounded breasts with their pink nipples which 
were slightly puckered from the cold. Went 
down  to the smooth curve of her belly and the 
auburn fuzz which nestled there. Then down the 
smooth curve of the thighs to the slender ankles 
and small feet, and up again to Jill's eyes which 
were smiling at her in a mocking way. 
   She felt an unaccustomed blush  rise to her 
cheeks: 
    Want a fag, do you?' she managed with 
difficulty, for the sight of Jill's body was still 
tearing at her senses. 
    All right, then.' 
   She felt inside her jacket pocket and took out 
her packet of cigarettes and offered her one. 
    Come inside for a moment,' Jill whispered. 
    All right, but just for a minute.' 
   She had stepped into the cell after looking 
around to see that the chief wardress was not 
looking. Jill was sitting on her narrow bunk 
with nothing on. She accepted the light that 
Pam offered her, and snuggled up to her 
shoulder. Pam put her trembling hand around 
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   What you in for?' she had asked. 
   Shoplifting.' 
   Silly, that, real silly,' said Pam. 
  Jill had placed her hand over her breast, so 
she began caressing the nipple. Then Jill slid 
her hand up Pam's dark blue skirt and began 
caressing her. Their love play continued for a 
few minutes. Then Pam jumped up and said: 
   I've got to go. Or they will notice I am not 
around. I'm on night duty tomorrow night, so I'll 
come and see you then.' 
  The very next night they had started their 
sexual relationship. For a whole hour they had 
lain in each other's arms, completely unaware of 
the drab surroundings in which their love affair 
was being conducted. Jill had taught Pam a 
great deal in the ways of caressing and arousing 
her, for Pam was relatively inexperienced. Her 
only previous sexual experience had been in the 
army, and that had been a very clumsy affair. 
  For the first time in her life, Pam was in love. 
She had never felt so happy. She did not realise 
quite how much Jill was using her, and even if 
she did, she did not mind because she was so 
besotted with the beauty of her body. Before 
this, she had not realised how much pleasure 
her own body could bring her. Jill had 
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it was Jill alone who could satisfy her. She 
eagerly waited until Jill's sentence came to an 
end, which was not too long, because she gave 
her an excellent report for her conduct and 
cooperation, which reduced her sentence by 
several months. They had agreed that they were 
going to set up house together in Pam's flat. 
This they had done and Pam's happiness had 
reached its peak in those weeks in which they 
had lived together. 
   Then one day Pam had come home earlier 
than she was expected. She had heard giggles 
and a male voice coming from their bedroom. 
The faithless bitch, and with a man too. She had 
thrown the door open and screamed at the man 
    Get out or I'll call the police.' 
    Actually, ducky, I am the police. Sergeant 
Scott at your service.' 
   They had both started laughing at her. It was 
the bitterest humiliation that she had ever 
suffered. 
   She screamed at Jill:  I hate you and I never 
want to see you again. Get out both of you.' 
They both laughed  again and began putting 
their clothes on. Eventually, they left together. 
   Pam's heart was full of bitterness and rage 
after this experience. The sight of Jill in that 
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Her humiliation was burnt inside her with 
jealous rage, which had only increased with the 
years. She was determined to make the male sex 
pay for what they had done to her. It was this 
antipathy towards all males which made Pam 
such an excellent leader of the Secret Service. 






















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          CHAPTER TWELVE 

          PRIME MINISTER LYDIA 
    
   One of Lydia's earliest acts as Prime Minister 
was to abolish the House of Lords, for she 
considered it anathema that titled male 
chauvinists should be allowed to perpetuate 
their power through hereditary means. 
   She believed in a meritocracy, and thought it 
natural that she had risen to govern the country, 
because she was the one most suited and 
capable for the task. In this way she justified 
her acceptance of the male title of Prime 
Minister which had been urged on her by the 
W.H.A.M. members of the House of Commons. 
   Lydia's form of government did away with all 
the laborious parliamentary procedure which 
had held up legislation in the past. She 
streamlined proceedings so that the fundamental 
changes which she wanted to introduce into 
society could be carried through with greater 
speed. Therefore she brought to an end the 
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those issues on which she herself did not have 
fixed views, or about which she wanted to gain 
extra information. What happened was  that 
Lydia would read out her proposed legislation 
and the W.H.A.M. M.P.s agreed or disagreed by 
a show of hands. This method of simplification 
did away with all those tedious hours of 
parliamentary debate which the male supremacy 
had indulged itself in. The new method was 
speedier and more efficient, so of course it was 
better. It enabled more legislation to be passed 
in a shorter time, however, it did not allow of 
the expression of many shades of opinion. As 
Lydia was the Prime Minister and also the 
leader of W.H.A.M. it was unwise for any of 
the members to disagree with her. Several 
members who had dared to argue with Lydia 
over the Male Pass Law had disappeared. It was 
rumoured that the Secret Service had disposed 
of them for crimes against the glorious  leader of 
W.H.A.M. 
  Lydia was pleased with the orderliness of the 
House of Commons since the departure of the 
male supremists. The W.H.A.M. M.P.s all sat 
straight and still in the House and waited until 
Lydia gave them permission to speak. In former 
times when the male elitists had held power it 
was common practice for them to loll in their 
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them. A lot of them spent a great deal of time in 
the bar of the House of Commons. Both 
practices had been brought to an end by Lydia. 
She considered it unseemly for the legislators of 
Great Britain to behave like a lot of overgrown 
schoolboys. Also she thought the business of 
government could be conducted more 
effectively without the recourse to hard liquor 
that the male chauvinists had needed to prop up 
their lack of self-confidence. 
   Lydia permitted herself a certain amount of 
self-congratulation when she looked at the 
benches of the House of Commons lined with 
the black-uniformed members of the W.H.A.M. 
How smoothly all the various legislation had 
been passed. She had abolished the monarchy in 
the first week. That was another hangover from 
the old times that impeded progress. Now she 
no longer needed to submit legislation for the 
Queen's signature. The Queen was a woman but 
she was frightfully conservative. The entire 
Royal Family was at that time living in exile in 
the South of France. Lydia had awarded them a 
more than adequate pension for life, on 
condition that they did not set foot on English 
soil. Charles, the Pretender to the English 
throne, had attracted a certain amount of 
sympathy from the male chauvinists, so it was 
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this means all attempts to seize power and 
restore the monarchy would be prevented. The 
Royal Family seemed quite happy with their 
new situation. They had never been overfond of 
hard work. It was a relief not to have to be 
present at those boring presentations and endure 
all that boring protocol. They were able to be 
themselves for the first time in their lives and 
the feeling was an enjoyable one of freedom. 
  It was a clever move on Lydia's part to exile 
the monarchy, it showed that she had mercy. If 
she had executed them it is likely there would 
have been an uprising for the Royal Family still 
commanded popularity among some of the 
population. The fact that they were not only 
allowed to live but were given an adequate 
pension, ensured that they did not complain 
about their position. The climate in the South of 
France was much more pleasant than that of 
England. They no longer needed to undergo 
those boring foreign tours in order to get to the 
sunshine. The whole thing had worked itself out 
remarkably well. 
  Lydia had opened Buckingham Palace to the 
people, and turned it into an art gallery so that 
they could enjoy the Royal Collection of 
Pictures. Windsor and Balmoral were used as 
weekend recuperation centres for the W.H.A.M. 
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   As an example to her followers Lydia still 
lived with Pulchra in the apartment over the 
W.H.A.M. Central. Little was seen of Pulchra 
these days. She had become a full-time 
housewife. Lydia had considered it unseemly 
for the consort of the Prime Minister to be seen 
engaging in any activity other than that of 
beautifying herself. The devoted Anne was their 
household drudge. She took a real pleasure in 
keeping their apartment in good order. Pulchra 
had become narcissistic of late, she was 
spending more and more of her time gazing at 
herself in the mirror. Most of her day time life 
was spent in trying out various hairstyles on 
herself, or different makeups. She considered it 
her duty as the Prime Minister's lady to present 
a suitable image to the world. 
   Lydia was truly happy in the power that she 
wielded. She even enjoyed the day to day 
business of government. She was busy with her 
project of discrediting the entire male sex of 
Great Britain. Each and every day she gave her 
broadcast to the nation on nation-wide 
television. Every day there was some new crime 
that males were executed for. 
   Lydia's latest brainwave was a technique of 
denunciation. Every time she gave her 
broadcast to the nation she read out a list of 
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governmental activities. These could range 
from actual plotting, to not carrying the male 
pass, and even for minor offences, the sentence 
was the same, death at the hands of the 
W.H.A.M.S.S. 
  Her television broadcasts followed the same 
pattern. They were introduced by a recording of 
the W.H.A.M. party song, then the letters 
W.H.A.M. appeared on the screen, a drum beat, 
then Lydia's face with its piercing brown eyes 
appeared on the screen. 
   It is my duty to report to you that other male 
chauvinists have been denounced to us.' Lydia 
would list the nature of the crime, then the 
names of the men who had been denounced, 
followed by the punishment. 
   For criticism of the Government, penalty the 
death sentence: London area: Smithers, 
Stallworthy, Black, Goldstein; Birmingham 
area: Stropp, Bright. For counter-governmental 
plotting, the death sentence: London area: 
Davids, Billingworth, Kesky, Johnson, Black; 
Edinburgh area: MacDonald, Maxwell, Fraser; 
Manchester area: Brown, Theobald, Robertson, 
Strike...' 
  No area of England seemed devoid of its 
counter-governmental plotters. There were 
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male population lived in constant fear. Criticism 
of the female government were whispered in 
male public lavatories. But even such places 
were not entirely safe for some males had 
collaborated with the W.H.A.M.S.S. and were 
prepared to denounce members of their own sex 
in return for a safe existence and immunity 
from the pass laws. 
   With every day that passed the list of males to 
be executed grew longer. It was a brave man 
who could fall asleep every night secure in the 
knowledge that his sleep would not be disturbed 
by the knock on the door in the middle of the 
night that announced the arrival of the 
W.H.A.M.S.S. 
   Lydia passed legislation which forced all the 
major professions to admit women at the 
highest levels, industry also was forced to 
accept women at director level. Throughout the 
occupations women were at last given equal 
opportunity of achievement and equal pay. This 
was part of Lydia's plan to gradually ease out 
the male chauvinists from all positions of 
power. But this was done gradually so that the 
economy and running of the country would not 
be adversely affected. 
   There was constant campaign on television to 
communicate the evils which had beers inflicted 
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programme called  A HISTORY OF MALE 
DESPOTISM' gave a detailed analysis of the 
despotism inflicted by the male on the female. 
As a result of this propaganda which constantly 
and consistently portrayed the male as the 
aggressor and exploiter, male morale was very 
low, and many men went docilely to the forced 
labour camps. It was almost as though they 
believed all the charges made against them by 
the W.H.A.M. propaganda machine. 
  Lydia had prevented any information coming 
into the country from outside. The only 
information reaching the population of Great 
Britain was that which she wished them to hear. 
All communication with the outside world was 
likewise cut off. No male was allowed to travel 
abroad. Some of them had managed to escape in 
the early days of the W.H.A.M. government 
when national security had not been so tight. In 
fact there was a male government in exile 
which was composed of males of the major 
parties who had managed to make their escape 
to France. But they were singularly ineffectual 
in changing the situation. The one thing which 
stood heavily in the W.H.A.M. administration's 
favour was that they had ostensibly been voted 
into power, therefore any invasion assisted by 
foreign powers could have been interpreted as a 
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nuclear missiles intact and W.H.A.M. had 
seized all the bases from which nuclear 
bombers operated. The net around the 
remaining males in Great Britain was gradually 
tightening. 






















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            CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

 THE SUPPRESSION OF MALE PERSONS 
                        ACT 
   
  At one parliamentary session Lydia 
introduced the most controversial piece of 
legislation that she had proposed since 
W.H.A.M. came into power. She gave her 
customary address to the W.H.A.M. central 
committee at the House of Commons, while 
they remained respectfully silent. 
   We have tried our hardest to coexist with the 
male of the species. We have been in power 
now for nearly a year and in that time we have 
bent over backwards to accommodate the 
waywardness of the male in our society. We 
have given him an opportunity to redeem 
himself in our eyes by co-operating with us. But 
it seems that his nature is not amenable to 
reason. Since we have been in power, there 
have been a series of uprisings and attempts to 
overthrow the democratically-elected govern-
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political broadcast I have had to read out the 
names of male insurgents who have tried to take 
power into their own hands by force. I have 
tried reasonable measures, but the forced labour 
camps get fuller every day, so now I am forced 
to take stronger measures. 
    The Act which  I am proposing, I have called 
 The Suppression of Male Persons Act'. This 
Act will give the Government of this country 
the necessary powers to deal with the male 
problem once and for all. If this Act is not 
passed, the present state of emergency which I 
declared some months back will degenerate into 
complete anarchy. 
    It is unreasonable to expect anything better 
of the male because he is by nature aggressive 
and competitive. He has none of the good 
qualities which reside in the female. His nature 
does not include the qualities of gentleness, 
creativeness, and imagination. He cannot 
conceive that his situation has drastically 
changed, since we came into power. He fondly 
believes that he can go on behaving towards the 
female sex the way that he has behaved for the 
centuries of oppression. He imagines that he 
can still dominate the female population by use 
of his superior arrogance and superior brute 
strength. But this is not so. Our society has no 
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women wants to create and build, to live in 
harmony with one another and the other nations 
of the world. We wish to build and not destroy. 
    As I have indicated on previous occasions, 
the male of the species is in many ways inferior 
to the female. Throughout history he has done 
little towards civilising the human race. It has 
always been the duty of women to care for and 
socialise children. The male considered such 
activities beneath him; he was more interested 
in killing and destroying life. It is through 
women that the culture of any society has been 
transmitted. Indeed, the culture of society is the 
women in it, for they care for and bring up the 
next generation. 
    The male is animal and brutal, the female is 
gentle and loving. The animal must give way to 
the human in our  society. Therefore the male 
must give way to the female, as the female 
embodies the highest human qualities. 
    This must happen if humanity is to progress 
at all. But unfortunately the male is too 
circumscribed by his innate characteristics, his 
innate aggression, his innate lust for power over 
those weaker than himself. It is the duty of 
government to encourage those elements in 
society which are beneficial to it and to 
discourage those elements which are harmful to 
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    Therefore, with my advisers, I have  framed 
the Suppression of Male Persons Act, the 
purpose of which is to ensure that the male is as 
co-operative as possible. We have no room in 
our society for those who do not wish to 
participate, and disrupt the smooth path of 
progress with their reactionary forms of 
behaviour. 
    The first provision of the Act is to effect a 
complete transference of power from the male 
to the female in all levels of our society. This 
means that in all branches of commerce, 
industry and the public services, women will be 
in  command. Wherever possible the male is to 
be used in tasks which he is best suited for. 
Namely those tasks where brute strength is 
required more than any other quality. 
    The tasks which I envisage the male 
fulfilling are those of cleaning, labouring, 
etcetera  - in short, unskilled manual work or 
any manual or mechanical task which his lack 
of humanity and imagination fits him for. We 
shall also put into effect retraining schemes so 
that he is able to learn a skill which he 
neglected to learn in the old days, such as 
shorthand and typing. It always amazed me that 
men who could neither do shorthand nor type 
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This is all going to change. The male is going to 
have to pull his weight for a change. 
   There will be a massive reallocation of male 
labour to those jobs which it is best suited for. 
Especially talented males might be retrained for 
jobs as typists or punch-card operators. 
   I do not expect this transference of power to 
be accomplished easily so I have put in some 
punitive measures which should be sufficient to 
deal with recalcitrant males. 
   Males who refuse to co-operate with the 
scheme will be transported to the forced labour 
camps which have been opened in Scotland and 
Wales where we shall be better able to deal with 
their stupid stubbornness. They will be given 
work there which will be admirably fitted to 
their abilities, breaking rocks in quarries, or 
labouring. Males who still refuse to co-operate 
will be sentenced to death by a firing squad. As 
will males who attempt to escape from the 
forced labour camps. 
   As the male is mentally and morally inferior 
to the female in all respects, he retains his right 
to full citizenship only as long as he can prove 
his use to society. Any males who are unable, 
through sickness  or old age, to provide a useful 
service to society through some kind of 
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Euthanasia centre. Provisions are being made to 
set them up in every part of the country. At the 
Euthanasia centres the sick, the old and the 
enfeebled males may be painlessly freed from 
the unhappy situation of being useless burdens 
to society. The method used to dispatch these 
unfortunates will be painless and efficient, a 
large dose of a recently developed drug called 
Tranquillity will be sufficient to ensure that 
their departure from this life is timely and 
pleasant. 
    Real efforts must be made to re-educate the 
housewives of this country who have through 
years of servitude to the brute male become so 
used to their position as household slaves that 
they are still unproductive members of society. 
This must be changed as soon as possible. Any 
woman who is thought to harbour sympathy for 
the male must be denounced by her neighbours, 
and she will report to her local indoctrination 
centre where she will be persuaded painlessly to 
have the right opinions. 
    Each male must report to his local 
W.H.A.M.S.S. centre every week with his pass 
for inspection. Any adverse comments by his 
female employers to be written in there. If there 
are three adverse comments on his pass, he is to 
be transported to a forced labour camp for an 
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  'I hope that this new Act will be successful in 
controlling the male in our society and ensure 
that he co-operates with W.H.A.M. As you will 
have noticed, friendly coercion has given way 
to more forceful measures. The male still has to 
learn that we mean business and that he cannot 
continue in the same way that he has for 
generations. I trust that further measures will be 
unnecessary after the passing of this Act. I hope 
that I have persuaded you of its importance and 
its necessity. 
   Any questions?' As usual there were not any 
questions. 
   Right, I will put it to the vote. All those in 
favour, raise their hands in the usual manner.' 
  All the W.H.A.M. members raised their right 
hands to indicate that they were in favour of the 
new piece of legislation. 
   All those against.' No-one raised their hands. 
   Abstentions.' There were none. 
  Lydia smiled to herself. This was the way she 
liked government to run  - smoothly and 
efficiently. Recently, there had been a hundred 
per cent agreement to all the legislation she 
wanted to pass. This pleased her, but she was 
not unaware that most of the agreement came 
from fear of what W.H.A.M.S.S. did to political 
prisoners handed over to them by Lydia. 

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   She looked around the House of Commons 
from her raised seat and was pleased with what 
she saw. The black-uniformed W.H.A.M. 
members in their rows sat patiently waiting for 
her to speak again. The W.H.A.M. banners 
inside the Houses of Parliament with their 
female symbols on them fluttered gently from 
the ceiling of the chamber. Lydia always 
enjoyed the feeling of power which it gave her 
when she was addressing the assembled 
W.H.A.M. Central Committee. She knew that 
she enjoyed absolute power, but she liked to 
preserve the old forms of government, which 
gave members an opportunity to vote against 
Bills or to abstain altogether. By preserving the 
old forms she was better able to wield effective 
power. As long as the majority of the electorate 
believed that W.H.A.M. practised democratic 
government there would be no danger of an, 
uprising. It was her exploitation of the so-called 
democratic forms of government that had 
brought Lydia to power, and helped to keep her 
there. As long as W.H.A.M. had been 
democratically elected there was nothing that 
could be done for five years to change things, or 
find an alternative government. Yes, she was 
firmly in power and it was impossible for 
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   The Act is passed unanimously then, with 
nem con and no abstentions. A very satisfactory 
agreement if I may say so. This Act will cause 
the final demise of the remaining male elitists in 
this country. 
   I declare this sitting closed.' 
  That night at the usual time of nine o'clock, 
Lydia gave her daily speech  to the nation. She 
informed them of the passing of the new Act 
and the new measures to be taken against the 
male in order to ensure his co-operation. 
  There was a great deal of fear generated in 
many households by the new legislation. 
Housewives began to cry, but they were careful 
not to make too much noise for fear that the 
neighbours would denounce them to the 
W.H.A.M.S.S. As for the males, they began to 
live in fear of their very lives. Word had leaked 
out of the conditions prevailing at the forced 
labour camps. It was as good as a death 
sentence to be sent to them. The male 
population was determined to escape that fate 
so it did all that was in its power to co-operate 
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          CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

          THE FORCED LABOUR CAMP 
    
   The Suppression of Male Persons Act made 
immediate changes to the whole structure of 
society throughout Great Britain. Its immediate 
result was to effect a transference of power 
from the male to the female through all levels of 
society. This one piece of legislation changed 
society  from a patriarchal one to a matriarchal 
one. 
   There were amusing scenes as managing 
directors struggled with the intricacies of the 
typewriter and their secretaries dictated letters 
to them. Some executives found that in the new 
order of things the only jobs they were eligible 
to perform were office cleaners or even male 
lavatory attendants. 
   For the first few days things were a little 
confused. It was not uncommon to hear 
secretaries consulting bosses about the laying 
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secretaries the best way to conduct a board 
meeting. 
  But W.H.A.M. also organised a mass 
re-education programme so the change-over of 
power was effected smoothly. Indeed, the board 
meetings conducted by women seemed to run 
much more smoothly than previously when 
women were less eager to assert their egos than 
the males were. Board meetings became 
constructive affairs instead of male ego battles, 
or office politics. 
  In the construction industry, the changeover 
went smoothly. The heavy digging work was 
done  by machines which could be controlled by 
women operators as well as by males. The work 
was performed as before, but head office was 
no longer run by men but by women. The 
planning of housing schemes was done by 
women architects now. 
  The situation was rather like the Second 
World War. After a period of slight shock at the 
things they had to do, the women settled to their 
tasks and got things done. It was amazing just 
how many jobs which it had previously been 
considered could only be performed by males 
were  now performed with equal facility by 
women. Most of them took a pride in their new-
found abilities or the chance to use abilities 
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forced to lie dormant. They all eagerly attended 
the training courses that were run in the 
evenings to rapidly retrain them for their new 
functions. Many jobs that had been wrapped in 
mystique by the male could be easily performed 
by the female. 
   One area in which the female functioned 
much better than the male was in the field of 
medical care. It had been extremely difficult for 
women doctors to train in surgery, and 
particularly difficult in such areas as heart 
surgery, which the male elitists had used to 
boost their own egos, instead of curing their 
patients. Women surgeons at last had the 
opportunity to achieve as much as they were 
capable of. They flowered under the new 
conditions. The males made poor nurses for 
they had neither the qualities of patience or 
kindness, so it was not uncommon to see a 
former well-known, if unskilled, heart surgeon 
working as a hospital porter. 
   There was general agreement that the hospital 
service ran much more efficiently now that the 
women were in charge of it. Former nurses 
eagerly embarked on their chance to train as 
doctors. Having seen both sides of the medical 
profession they made even more skilful and 
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  In professions such as teaching which had 
traditionally been women's professions, in fact 
very few women rose to the highest positions. 
Now at last women were able to achieve 
positions which were commensurate with their 
ability. 
  One of the methods used to determine the 
abilities which were inherent in women, but 
which had not been developed, was a series of 
aptitude tests which were specially drawn up by 
the  Department of Educational Psychology. 
These often had surprising results when, for 
example, the managing director's secretary 
whom he had bullied and brow-beaten for years 
proved to have a higher I.Q. and a greater 
ability for administration than he himself had, 
and their roles were reversed. For many men 
over middle age, the strain of being reduced to a 
job that they were capable of was too much, and 
they suffered irreversible mental breakdowns or 
coronary thrombosis. They could not adjust to 
the fact that their true abilities really suited 
them for jobs as lavatory attendants and it was 
only the mismanagement practised by the male 
elitists which had enabled them to rise to power 
in the first place. 
  It was not long before the women had taken 
power completely in all levels of society. 
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as before. Women did not feel it necessary to 
exercise their egos by being tough and 
aggressive all the time. They were more 
amenable to reason, less pig-headed, and above 
all, more humane than their male predecessors 
had been. 
   Those males who refused to relinquish their 
jobs to women, or refused to cooperate with the 
new training schemes which they had been sent 
on, were arrested by W.H.A.M.S.S. and were 
sent to the forced labour camps. There were 
many heart-breaking scenes at railway stations 
as wives and children broke down and cried as 
the man of the house was transported to 
Scotland or Wales in a cattle truck. It was 
unwise, however, to show too much emotion, as 
this was likely to lead to an arrest by W.H.A.M. 
for being a secret male sympathiser. Then they 
would be sent to a W.H.A.M. indoctrination 
centre to be programmed with the correct 
attitudes to the male of the species. 
   The journey to the forced labour camps was 
uncomfortable in the extreme. There was not 
even enough room in the cattle trucks to sit 
down and the men had to remain standing. 
Sometimes the overcrowding was too severe 
and when the W.H.A.M.S.S. guards opened the 
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numbers of male prisoners were found 
suffocated. 
  Another way of transporting renegade males 
to the forced labour camps was by forced 
marches across the countryside. The males were 
chained together in gangs of twenty or so and 
provided with an escort of the W.H.A.M.S.S. 
who were provided with whips, which they 
used to ensure that the male prisoners kept up 
the required rate of progress. As they were not 
fed or given any water except by occasional 
sympathetic passers by, numbers of them died 
on the long march up to the North of Scotland. 
This did not worry the guards unduly for the 
policy adopted towards male prisoners was that 
their lives should be prolonged as little as 
possible. The more prisoners who died on the 
long march northwards, the less needed to be 
looked after at the forced labour camps. 
  Pam had installed herself in command at one 
of these, although she was in charge of 
W.H.A.M.S.S. She enjoyed revenging herself 
on the male prisoners for the indignities which 
she had suffered from the male in the past. 
  As they descended from their cattle trucks, 
the survivors were greeted with  For He's a 
Jolly Good Fellow' played by all the musicians 
who had found their way to the forced labour 
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whim of Pam, who enjoyed seeing former 
orchestral players forced to play the most 
mundane music. Some of them actually burst 
into tears at being forced to play  For He's a 
Jolly Good Fellow' for the hundredth time. 
Among them, there were also pop musicians, 
and it was Pam's particular pleasure to get them 
to play classical music for her. If they failed to 
do this, they were immediately shot. 
   She was free to indulge all her whimsy in her 
treatment of the male prisoners, for Lydia had 
given her a free hand with the male problem, 
and she expected a good job to be done. 
   Pam had a particular liking for blonde-haired, 
blue-eyed male prisoners and as the train 
disgorged its occupants she would stand by in 
her smart black uniform idly hitting with her 
swagger stick any male who did not move fast 
enough for her liking. When she saw a man 
who took her fancy, she would single him out 
from the others and he would be housed in a 
special shed with other males that the guards 
had decided to have an intense love-hate 
relationship with. 
   All the other prisoners were forced to work 
long hours breaking stones in the quarry. Some 
of them who were exceptionally stubborn were 
given the task of shifting a load of sand from 
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back again. They did this interminably until 
their will was broken. On one occasion Pam's 
ingenuity had surpassed itself and she had made 
the entire camp clear away snow from the 
exercise ground using teaspoons. Large 
muscular men had broken down and cried at the 
fiendishness of this device used to break their 
will. 
   Another trick that Pam used to play on the 
male prisoners was to line them up stark naked 
in the morning. Then one of the prison guards 
who was a statuesque redhead would go among 
them stark naked. Any male who had an 
erection was immediately shot. 
   There was a section of the camp where the 
male prisoners who were exceptionally 
endowed with male beauty were housed. 
Certain of the prison guards, although it was 
forbidden, would actually have sexual relations 
with these. Pam herself did not  care for such 
obvious pleasures. But occasionally, she would 
have a certain male prisoner sent round to her 
quarters. 
   She was an enormously strong woman, and 
she weighed around fifteen stone, so she was 
more than a match for any of the enfeebled 
males. She was also trained to black belt 
standard in karate. When the male was brought 
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for a certain amount of time until he became 
intimidated. Then, suddenly, she would shout at 
him,  What are you doing here?' and 
accompany this with a blow across the face. 
After that she would leave, and one of the 
women guards who had a warm, feminine 
appearance, would come in and be kind to the 
male, finally even embracing him and kissing 
him. Then Pam would reappear and shout 
 What is this animal doing with a woman?' She 
would then proceed to beat and kick the male 
insensible, and as a final touch would urinate on 
him or excrete on him. 
   She did not realise she was trying to expiate 
that terrible scene which she had herself 
experienced at the hands of a male so many 
years earlier. It was strange, no matter how 
many males she recreated the scene with, no 
matter how many of them she beat insensible or 
even kicked to death, she still could not rid 
herself of the terrible sense of inadequacy 
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            CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

                PROPAGANDA 
   
  Lydia gave out news bulletins which 
indicated that the transference of power from 
the male to the female had gone smoothly. But 
in fact things were not running quite as 
smoothly as she made out. 
  In some professions, there had not been a 
sufficient period of retraining for women to 
perform their tasks adequately. The mortality 
rate for heart and brain operations was 
alarmingly high. Certain industries were not 
running as well as they had under the male 
elitists. Many women who had adequate 
intelligence for the jobs they were filling did 
not have the forcefulness of character to carry 
their plans through. This was particularly true in 
industry, and the export figures for the month 
showed a severe slump. 
  Lydia realised that this could not be 
concealed from the mass of the population so 
she used it to launch a further attack on the 

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male. The reason why production had slumped 
for the past month was that there were cunning 
male saboteurs who were holding things up or 
were not fully cooperating with the running of 
things. The male was the secret enemy in 
society who was plotting rebellion and 
destruction. The male was a convenient 
scapegoat on which to blame all the faults of the 
system. 
   Lydia used all her intelligence and flair to 
launch an all media attack on the male sex. The 
male was stereotyped in vicious caricatures 
which appeared in the newspapers as an 
unscrupulous slave-driver who exploited the 
female sex for his own ends. He was portrayed 
as being lazy, untrustworthy, cunning and 
deceitful. Cartoons appeared in the W.H.A.M. 
newspaper which was the only newspaper still 
in production. The male appeared as a 
cigar-smoking, whip-cracking, exploiter of the 
poor defenceless housewife and female worker. 
He was also pictured as a vile fornicator whose 
one purpose in life was to seduce unfortunate 
virgins, impregnate them, then desert them. He 
was portrayed as a vicious capitalist enjoying 
vast amounts of money while the women and 
children were allowed to starve. The pictures of 
the male which appeared in the W.H.A.M. 
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brute and particularly emphasised his hairiness 
and animalism. He was constantly portrayed as 
belonging to the animal kingdom rather than to 
the human race. 
  Through this insidious and continuous 
propaganda, the picture of a sterotype male was 
built up in the minds of the female population. 
One slogan which enjoyed a particular success 
was  The male shaves because he is more hairy, 
subhuman and more animal than women'. There 
were also discussions among women on 
television in which they discussed such 
questions as why the male was more animal 
than women, and why the male smelt more than 
women. These debates were conducted in a tone 
of high seriousness. 
  Another device which was used was the 
derogatory use of the term  male'. Women were 
always referred to as women, but the male sex 
was also referred to as  the male',  the brute 
male',  the tyrant male', or  the male elitist'. 
Every effort  was made by Lydia's propaganda 
machine to distinguish the  male', who was a 
subhuman animal, from  women'. 
  Through being constantly treated as a 
scapegoat in this way, the male sex began to 
exhibit some of the characteristics of a 
scapegoat. Males lost their self-confidence as 
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used against them. All the channels of 
information were government controlled. They 
became shifty and they could not look a woman 
in the eye. They were self-conscious about their 
hairiness. Some of them even went as far as to 
shave off all their body hair in a vain attempt to 
hide their maleness. Thousands of them 
volunteered for sex change operations that were 
carried out by more than willing women 
surgeons. The male identity was portrayed  as 
being inherently evil, so it was not surprising 
that so many men wanted to change their sex. 
They were castrated and female hormones were 
implanted. Glycerine injections in their chests 
simulated female breasts. Some of them were 
granted the status of honorary women. Most of 
these were pleased to be the servants of real 
women. Then the woman employer would say 
things like: 
    My Vivian is such a hard worker. You would 
not believe that she was once a man. She is 
quite honest too, but I have to keep an eye on 
her.' 
    My Francis is quite good too, and she is so 
happy, she sings all the time. It's funny how 
happy they seem to be. I suppose it's because 
they are not really like us. They are more 
animal, somehow. I must say they make very 
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pure. They say there is nothing so beautiful as 
the voice of one of these male sopranos. Mind 
you, they say that about songbirds, don't they, 
that when their eyes are put out they sing even 
more sweetly. Funny, isn't it?' 
  The items that appeared on the news bulletins 
were rigidly selected. Only those items which 
showed the male in an unpleasant light were 
chosen. All books which were written by male 
authors or showed the male in a good light were 
banned. There were large book-burnings in 
Trafalgar Square presided over by Lydia, when 
women threw in the books which annoyed them 
the most. Truth to tell, most bookshelves 
appeared very empty after this, and public 
libraries lost most of their collections. This was 
got round sometimes by attributing the 
achievements of certain males to women. Albert 
Einstein's work was really done by his wife, as 
was the work of any male who had achieved 
anything. It had been done by his secretary or 
laboratory assistant, and he had received the 
credit for it, or he had merely stolen an idea 
from some unknown female and claimed it as 
his own. It was impossible that the lazy stupid 
male had really achieved all those things that 
history claimed that he had. It was all part of the 
male conspiracy to hide the truth from women. 
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   Sometimes Lydia used the method of 
downright lying. The male was accused of 
cannibalism or some other atrocity. He was 
accused of maintaining brothels of small virgin 
girls to satisfy his unnatural animal lust upon. 
He was accused of intending to overthrow the 
W.H.A.M. system of government by acts of 
terrorism, such as planting bombs in hospitals, 
or mutilating baby girls. No lie was big enough 
not to be believed. One horror story which 
Lydia invented was a brothel of small girls 
blinded by the male and forced to indulge in the 
most bestial forms of sexual activity. This 
rumour had immediately resulted in several 
lynchings of males throughout the country. 
They were thought to have looked at small girls 
in a way which implied sexual interest. 
   Through constant repetition of statements 
such as  the male is animal' or  the male is 
stupid and lazy' or  the male is untrustworthy', 
they came to be accepted by the population as 
being true descriptions of the male. Lydia also 
had constantly repeated on the media, 
statements about herself such as 'Lydia is our 
Glorious Leader', 'Lydia will save us from the 
Male Threat',  All Power to Lydia'. These also 
came to be accepted as being categorically true. 
   The technique used by Lydia to put over her 
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party newspaper was always the same. A series 
of bold assertions which presented only one 
side of the picture, that of the male as an 
inferior being, an animal, an exploiter, and all 
the other bad qualities which she could dream 
up. She never held discussions on any of these 
questions. To have done so would have 
suggested that there was another viewpoint 
possible. This would have been inimical to the 
interests of W.H.A.M. and herself. 
  Throughout this period, the number of males 
sentenced to death for counter governmental 
activities was stepped up. Every evening Lydia 
read out hundreds of names. The number of 
men denounced by their neighbours or even 
their wives also increased. Occasionally, Lydia 
would let a particularly hairy and ugly male 
appear on television to confess to unspeakable 
crimes against the government and people. In 
doing so, he established not only his own guilt 
in the eyes of the nation, but also that of all 
other males. Lydia used methods of 
brainwashing to get males to confess to crimes 
they had never committed. They were kept in 
solitary confinement and were woken up at all 
hours of the day and night so that they lost their 
sense of time. They were interrogated 
continually so that they lost all sense of identity. 
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crimes they had committed. Eventually, in order 
to please their interrogators, they confessed 
their crimes in public to a large television 
audience. Sometimes  it was apparent to the 
viewers from the glassy stares and the sense of 
disorientation of these males that they were not 
confessing freely. On these occasions, Lydia 
would give a short talk on the low level of 
intelligence of the male which produced this 
characteristic glassy stare and slowness of 
thought. This sufficed to convince the audience 
that these confessions were entirely voluntary. 
   Because of the supposed terrorist activities of 
the male, the women of Great Britain were 
drawn together in sympathy against the 
common enemy. There were so many 
confessions and so many denunciations that it 
was apparent that the country was almost in a 
state of civil war. As a result, almost the entire 
female population flocked to join W.H.A.M. 
They thought that it was only W.H.A.M. which 
could save the country from complete disaster. 
Morale in W.H.A.M. had never been so high as 
in this period. The party seemed to thrive on the 
civil war that was always threatening to destroy 
the country, and through the acts of terrorism 
that no-one had ever seen but which were 
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  The ultimate authority on all matters was 
W.H.A.M. In any questions of behaviour or 
attitudes to anything, the recommended official 
attitude was the correct one to hold. The 
ultimate authority in W.H.A.M. was of course 
Lydia. Lydia was the glorious leader who was 
without fault, whose abilities exceeded all other 
women by as much as the ability of women 
exceeded that of the brute male. When Lydia 
spoke on television, it was the truth. Never had 
there been such a huge audience for political 
broadcasts as there were during this time of 
trouble. No matter how black things looked to 
the ordinary woman, no matter how little food 
was in the shops, a few words of 
encouragement from the illustrious leader, 
Lydia, was enough to make everything right 
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          CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

          THE ALL-WOMAN MEDIA 
    
   At the same time as the anti-male propaganda 
was being propagated by the mass media, 
pro-female propaganda was also disseminated. 
The most obvious form of this was that in 
television programmes women were shown 
performing all the skilled tasks, and 
professions. There was no sign of the male. He 
was totally excluded from appearing, even in a 
menial role. This policy of not including the 
male in any guise at all had the effect of 
conditioning women to a happy existence 
without him. 
   One television series called  The Women 
Doctors' showed women doctors handling 
emergencies with calm and skill. They were 
shown dealing sympathetically with little girls 
who had been scalded, using all their female 
sympathy to gain the young ones' confidence. 
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were bedridden and who did not have long to 
live. They were shown prescribing for busy 
career women bringing up their daughters 
themselves. There were also scenes shown at a 
hospital where everything was run by women. 
Women surgeons were seen performing the 
most difficult and intricate operations, including 
brain surgery and heart surgery. There were 
shots of a weary surgeon as she removed the 
surgical rubber gloves, and face mask, and tired 
yet triumphant, went out to tell the mother of 
the baby girl who had been injured:  Little 
Jenny will walk again'. 
  There was even a Western programme called 
 Cowgirl' which featured the adventures of an 
all-woman ranch, run by a matriarchal woman 
in her fifties who with her two daughters and 
female ranch-hands battled bravely against all 
sorts of adversities including tribes of all-
female Indians and female rustlers who were all 
wicked butches, to triumphantly drive the cattle 
through to the cattle market. This series was 
particularly popular for in it women were 
portrayed as baddies. Admittedly, the female 
rustlers were not allowed to shoot and kill as 
they were in the bad old days of the male 
western, but they were allowed to swear and tie 
the heroines up. Of course, it always ended with 
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thing to the dramatic presentation of the conflict 
between good and evil, that was permitted. 
Scriptwriters were just not allowed to present 
women characters in an unfavourable light. This 
was good propaganda for the female sex, but it 
did not make for particularly interesting 
television. 
   Some of the programmes were educational as 
well as being entertaining. There was a series 
called  Famous Women' which showed the 
achievements of women who had managed to 
excel even under the suppression practised by 
the male supremacy. There were programmes 
devoted to the women novelists, the Brontės 
and Jane  Austen, the woman sculptor, Barbara 
Hepworth, and the scientific discoveries made 
by the remarkable Madame Curie. But the 
famous woman who attracted the best 
presentation and the biggest audience was 
Emmeline Pankhurst, the Suffragette, who had 
battled so  bravely to gain the vote for women. 
She was the first woman to take the step in the 
direction of female emancipation from the 
tyrant male and was revered for this. The 
Leader herself introduced the programme that 
dealt with Emmeline Pankhurst and the 
Suffragette movement. It was in the most 
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Pankhurst's glorious and successful struggle 
against the reactionary male chauvinists. 
  How she helped to found the Woman's 
Franchise League in 1889 and in 1903 with her 
daughter, Christabel, the Woman's Social and 
Political Union. Arrested in 1908 for breaches 
of the peace, she was imprisoned, but was 
released on grounds of health. Imprisoned again 
in 1912, she underwent her heroic hunger strike 
and was released. In 1913 she was imprisoned 
for three years, went on hunger strike again, and 
was released, and in 1918 women gained the 
vote. Lydia, herself, seemed deeply moved as 
she was recounting the life history of her 
illustrious predecessor in the fight for women's 
rights. 
  There  were constant documentaries showing 
Lydia visiting and encouraging women workers 
throughout the country in their work. There 
were shots of her at iron foundries, on farms, in 
factories. She was always portrayed as the 
female ideal. A mother to the motherless, a 
sister to the sisterless, and mother to all her 
children, the women of England. The glorious 
leader of the women's revolutionary movement. 
She was the one chosen to lead the women of 
England out of the abyss of ignorance in which 
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   There was also a series of programmes which 
highlighted one particularly successful career 
woman every night. These ranged from bosses 
of engineering corporations to women pilots 
and ship's captains. Women were now 
performing all the jobs which had previously 
been the prerogative of the male. No matter 
how demanding the task, women were shown as 
being equal to it. This programme was called 
 Successful Woman'. The idea which lay behind 
it was to convince the total female population 
that women were not only coping with their 
new jobs, but doing them very well. 
   As part of this myth, women who were doing 
particularly heavy industrial work were 
glorified. The cult of the female manual worker 
was very pronounced at this stage. These were 
naturally all butches who for the first time in 
their lives felt really fulfilled and accepted in 
society. There were innumerable shots of these 
heroic women workers with their closely 
cropped hair working in steel works with the 
sweat running down their faces, or working 
with coal-blackened faces as miners. These 
were shown as the real heroines in society and 
were held up as a shining example for the 
younger girls to emulate in their choice of a 
future career. Nothing could be further removed 
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woman image of women created by the male 
chauvinists than these heroic, cropped-haired, 
brawny, women manual workers. They were 
constantly shown with the sun setting behind 
them as they walked home from a day spent in 
the pits or driving tractors with the wind 
blowing in their hair. Women were gradually 
evolving satisfactory images for themselves and 
these proved very different from the ones 
created by males for them. 
  All males were banned from receiving 
education of any sort. Lydia had said they were 
not suitable for it. It was not the job of a male to 
learn anything, he was only suited for the most 
unskilled manual jobs such as street sweeping 
or house cleaning. He was not permitted to 
come into contact with young girls as his very 
presence might contaminate them and upset the 
delicate balance of programming which had 
been instituted throughout the educational 
system. 
  Women were no longer allowed to associate 
with males at all. Males lived in separate 
compounds or living areas where women were 
not allowed to go. Men were not allowed to 
leave their compounds except to go to work. 
These male ghettos were always in the least 
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   But the race had to continue, and to ensure 
this Lydia had managed to make males 
superfluous for the act of reproduction. Instead 
of having to endure the act of sexual intercourse 
with the brute males, women were now 
impregnated hygenically at pregnancy clinics 
by women doctors wearing surgical masks. The 
male sperm was obtained from sperm banks. 
These were set up in the pregnancy clinics. 
Sperm was collected from the more intelligent 
of the males who had characteristics which it 
was thought were worth preserving, and it was 
immediately deep-frozen in order to perfectly 
preserve it for insemination of the female. The 
male produced such vast quantities of sperm 
that in a few months enough was collected to 
keep the population at its present level for the 
next thousand years. It was assumed that by this 
date auto-fertilisation for women would have 
been developed so that a woman could be both 
mother and father to her own child. 
   Almost all the female population had paired 
off. Women who had been too thoroughly 
indoctrinated by the male and were unwilling to 
pair with a fellow woman were sent to 
indoctrination centres. There they were 
conditioned using the latest psychological 
methods to prefer their own sex. These new 
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successful and soon all women were orientated 
towards women. In all the suburban dwellings 
which had once been occupied by males and 
females, only female voices were heard. Boy 
children were sent to the male compounds. 
Only little girls enjoyed the full advantages of 
an advanced technological society. They were 
educated to their full potential. 
  All  the school textbooks for small children 
had been rewritten. Boys were no longer 
portrayed as taking part in anything. The 
children's books were full of pictures of women 
policemen, engine-drivers, doctors, firemen and 
labourers. Men were not shown at all,  they did 
not perform any useful function any more. They 
were completely redundant even for the act of 
fertilisation. They were strange creatures who 
lived in the twilight world of the male 
compounds which were riddled with poverty 
and disease. 
  The history  books were also rewritten. The 
previous male history was all lies. It did not 
give enough space to the glorious achievements 
of women. All the scientific discoveries which 
had been attributed to their wives or their 
female laboratory assistants. All the male 
leaders were in fact controlled by their wives as 
the Diary of Ladybird Johnson had conclusively 
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behind the throne. All the good deeds 
performed by male leaders were attributed to 
their wives, and all their bad deeds to the men 
themselves. Wars were started by men because 
of their aggressive instincts which were quite 
uncontrollable and naturally enough brought to 
an end by women who were the peacemakers. 
All the destruction and slaughter of the two 
world wars was  caused by the brute male, and 
all the healing and caring for the sick had been 
performed by the more humane female. All 
those heroic women who had worked unsung at 
treating the desolation caused by war were now 
given their rightful place in history books.  All 
the unsung heroines were now awarded their 
rightful praise. 
   Real History was supposed to have started 
with the advent of W.H.A.M. to power. History 
previous to this was described as the Dark Ages 
when women had still suffered heroically under 
the male  tyranny. The whole of the Glorious 
Leader's Rule was chronicled in full. Every one 
of her speeches was carefully recorded in the 
history books used in each school in the 
country. Lydia had taken especial care with this 
aspect of the education programme. For she 
knew how essential it was that the younger 
generation of girls were given the right sort of 
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female society would continue as securely as 
before. There were only girl babies to educate 
because Dr Evelyn Quaint had solved the 
problem of sex-determination ax last, and only 
girl babies were born. This was particularly 
gratifying to Lydia who was perturbed at the 
large number of males who still managed to 
survive in their compounds. 
  The future generations in Britain would be 
only girls, there would be no more males with 
their animal ways to upset things. The 
remaining males had all developed strong 
feelings of inferiority as they had been exposed 
to all the anti-male propaganda which had been 
put out through all the media. They would not 
look women in the face when they passed them 
in the street. They were forbidden to shave as 
this was an attempt on their part to hide their 
animal nature, so they were all bearded. They 
were also not allowed to cut their hair, so they 
all had extremely long hair which reached down 
to their shoulders. If they met a woman walking 
on the same stretch of pavement they were 
forced to give way and walk in the gutter to 
show respect for the woman. W.H.A.M.S.S. 
was especially diligent in enforcing this. Any 
male who did not give way promptly was 
immediately sent off to a forced labour camp. 
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children and so he was made to realise what an 
inferior form of life he really was. 
   Occasionally, a W.H.A.M.S.S. officer would 
take it into her head to make a public example 
of a male. So it sometimes happened that males 
were seen scrubbing the streets on their hands 
and knees as if their lives depended on it, while 
a W.H.A.M.S.S. guard stood over them 
brandishing a whip. 
   The male of the species had at last been 
reduced to his proper place as an uncivilised 
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            CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

                THE LAST MAN 
   
  The man ran frantically and wildly through 
narrow streets and along back-alleys, constantly 
looking over his shoulder as if he was being 
followed. He paused for breath, he gasped great 
lungfuls of air, his heart was hammering and the 
sweat ran off his forehead and dribbled down 
his beard. He was absolutely terrified. His eyes 
gazed wildly about. He was also exhausted and 
could not run any more. His wasted body shook 
with fear, his thin legs did not have the strength 
to carry him any further, and they trembled with 
exhaustion. He had not eaten a proper meal for 
months, and had survived by stealing scraps 
from the dustbins of the women. They seemed 
to be living very well for they threw away food 
which he was glad to eat. There was always the 
risk of being shot at as a suspected marauder, 
but hunger overcame the fear. 
  He had scaled the barbed wire fence 
surrounding the male compound many times. 

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Food had not been available for males for some 
time past. They were no longer employed in any 
form of work by the women, the propaganda 
was so effective that they were no longer 
considered fit to be employed in any capacity. 
They were forced to scavenge for food as well 
as they could. But it was not hunger that had 
driven him forth tonight. His belly ached for 
food. Tears came to his eyes, he felt self-pity 
overwhelm him. How long had it been that the 
women had been in power now, it must have 
been several years at least. He had lost all track 
of time, for the males were not allowed luxuries 
like calendars or clocks. They were considered 
to be animals and what would animals possibly 
want with things they could not understand nor 
have any use for. 
   He gasped the cool night air into his burning 
lungs, then coughed. At least the air was clean 
in the women's section of the city. In the male 
compound there was always the smell of 
disease arid poverty. Young boys and old men 
dying of diseases which they did not have the 
means to cure. All the male doctors had been 
sent to Euthanasia centres after they had taught 
the women doctors all they knew. If they had 
known their fate perhaps they would not have 
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believed that they were prolonging their 
miserable lives. He laughed bitterly to himself. 
  How things had changed in the few years that 
women had come to power. It was unbelievable 
how they had managed to perform all the 
activities necessary for the running of the 
country. He found it hard to believe himself. He 
could just remember what it had been like 
before the women came to power. It had been 
good to be a man then. To be a man then was 
different from being the miserable scavenger he 
was reduced to now. In those days he had held 
his head high, he had performed his job of 
teaching with pleasure. All the fresh young 
minds that he had come into contact with 
increased his own enjoyment of life and the 
subject he taught. 
  The women had come and all that  had 
changed. They had changed the whole 
education system so that there was no room in it 
for a male like him. Like all the other male 
teachers he had been removed from his post and 
publicly humiliated in front of the girl pupils at 
the school. They had denounced him as a male 
chauvinist, children he had taught and loved. 
Yes, he had loved children, he wanted to have 
some of his own one day, but that was all out of 
the question now. Men were not allowed to 
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was  all done at the Pregnancy centres by 
women doctors now. They were completely 
superfluous. It was funny really, how 
superfluous males had become to the existence 
of the human race. Once they had helped at 
every level  - no, they had not helped, they had 
run  society. Yes, in those days, it was men who 
had run things and women who were considered 
the inferior sex. Amazing how things could 
change in such a short time. 
   What had made him saddest of all was when 
he had been barred from doing his job on the 
grounds  of his sex. That was the cruellest cut of 
all. He knew that he had been a good teacher. 
His approach had always been a creative and 
imaginative one. He loved children to find out 
things for themselves when he had given them 
clues. It had made him so happy  in the past 
when they had come up to him thrilled and 
excited at something they had written 
themselves, a poem or a story even. They were 
always so surprised at what they had been able 
to achieve, as though they did not quite believe 
that they had written  something so breathtaking 
or meaningful. The sense of wonder of a small 
child made it all seem worthwhile. How their 
eyes used to shine with excitement at the joy of 
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seemed so fresh and new to them at that age. 
All of life lay ahead of them. 
  Yes, he had been very happy in his chosen 
career, but that was before the women had come 
to power. Once they had come to power, things 
had changed. Originally, the propaganda 
campaign had been relatively restrained, so that 
he was able to perform his duties without 
interference. But one day, returning from 
school, a number of stones had been thrown at 
him by girl children. This had rather surprised 
him because he had never been unpopular with 
children. He realised that it was  not really their 
fault but only the non-stop anti-male 
propaganda which was continually being put 
out by W.H.A.M. 
  What a name to base a party on. No wonder 
things had turned out the way they had. Any 
political party which was based on hatred of a 
race, a colour, or a sex, would inevitably lead to 
the extremism which was taking place 
throughout Britain. You could not base a 
society on hatred, things were bound to go 
wrong. Hatred might be useful to political 
manipulators to mobilise a society in the 
direction they wanted to go. In fact it had been a 
great stimulus to female action in the beginning. 
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about it. As far as he knew he was the last male 
alive in the whole of Britain. 
   All the others had gone quietly and docilely 
to the Euthanasia Centres when Prime Minister 
Lydia instructed them to do so. It had amazed 
him how quietly and docilely most of his sex 
had gone to their deaths. Without a murmur, 
without a struggle even. They just obeyed 
orders. 
   Of course, it must have been because they 
ended up believing all the propaganda which 
W.H.A.M. had spread about them. It was 
ridiculous really, all those grown men believing 
the most fantastic things about themselves. The 
power of suggestion, or propaganda or 
something. Why had he been immune to it all? 
It was probably because he had always been a 
sceptic at heart. He had never taken anything at 
its face value, but had always dug beneath the 
surface. He imagined that it was this scepticism 
which had enabled him to escape the pernicious 
demoralising effect of the W.H.A.M. 
propaganda. 
   It was amazingly successful with all the 
males he knew. Perhaps that was because of the 
subliminal messages they had flashed on the 
screen for a fraction of a second, too quickly for 
the conscious mind to see but accepted 
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Luckily he knew something about the 
techniques of persuasion, it was a subject that 
had interested him in the past. None of the rest 
of the population seemed to realise that part of 
the effectiveness of the W.H.A.M. propaganda 
was that it got beneath the usual defences and 
spoke straight to the unconscious which 
accepted it unquestioningly. 
  Once he had realised that, it was relatively 
easy for him to resist the implanted suggestions 
which he found going round and round his head 
after watching television. Messages such as 
 Males are Animals',  Males are Evil',  Males 
are Lazy',  Males are Stupid'. He realised he 
was being got at. None of the other males had 
believed him when he had told them  that 
W.H.A.M. was using subliminal advertising. It 
had been banned in the fifties, how could any 
political party use methods which were against 
the law? They did not realise quite how ruthless 
W.H.A.M. were. 
  It had placed him in a nightmare situation. He 
had known what was being done to the 
population, but he was unable to prevent it. No-
one would believe him. They all thought he was 
suffering from a subtle kind of paranoia which 
gave him delusions regarding television 
broadcasts. He had been reported to the 
authorities by a woman teacher and one of the 

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women doctors had certified him as suffering 
from paranoia and delusions of persecution. It 
was a very clever way of ensuring that no-one 
believed a word that he said. He was allowed 
his freedom but no-one believed anything he 
said or took him at all seriously. He felt like 
Cassandra predicting an unavoidable doom that 
the whole population was heading for. 
   He was grateful for one thing, and that was 
that he alone seemed immune from the 
acceptance of the W.H.A.M. subliminal 
advertising. He was amazed at the effect it had 
on all his male friends. They went around in a 
constant state of depression. They were 
lethargic, they had lost the will to live. They all 
seemed to be suffering from melancholia. Their 
whole lives were pervaded with a feeling of 
guilt, the reason for which they could not 
comprehend. This was not surprising for it was 
not presented to their conscious minds, but went 
on beneath the level of consciousness. They 
daily became more convinced of their 
worthlessness. Some of them did not bother to 
eat any more and died of starvation. 
   This had strengthened his own belief in his 
right to live despite all the propaganda of 
W.H.A.M., subliminal and overt. He had made 
a conscious effort not to watch any television, 
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messages which were relayed daily throughout 
the city over loud-speaker systems. There 
seemed to be nowhere to escape from the 
insidious propaganda, it followed him 
everywhere he went. It was only through his 
own strength of mind that he was not influenced 
by it. 
  Then, just over a month ago, W.H.A.M. had 
begun broadcasting the subliminal message 
 MALES MUST DIE'. The repetition of this 
many times every day had a catastrophic effect 
on the male population, many just lost the will 
to live and died of undiagnosable diseases. 
  This had distressed him and it had taken all 
his strength not to succumb to the insidious 
death wish which was being subtly produced in 
every male throughout the country. 
  At the same time, W.H.A.M. had stepped up 
the advertising for the Euthanasia Centres. It 
was emphasised how pleasant it was to die. 
How painless, in fact just like dropping off to 
sleep. The new wonder drug was called 
Tranquillity. All day long the males were 
bombarded with information on how pleasant 
death was and how easy. This was fed into their 
unconscious minds at the same time as a sense 
of worthlessness. As a result, there were large 
queues of males waiting their turns outside the 
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   These were situated  in every neighbourhood 
and the women doctors staffing them were the 
most attractive that could be found. They were 
all dressed in white and had long blonde hair 
and blue eyes. They were as close to the 
popular concept of angels as was possible. 
Pleasant music was played while the endless 
queue of males waited its turn to depart this life. 
In some localities the queue was several 
hundred yards long and persisted day and night. 
No-one had to force the males to accept the 
death dealing injection. They actually 
welcomed it. 
   Inside the Euthanasia Centre, the atmosphere 
was warm and pleasant. The lighting was bright 
and the heavenly music which was relayed 
throughout all the centres was pleasant to hear. 
Once inside, the males proceeded to one of the 
rooms where the attractive female doctors 
painlessly injected them with the drug called 
Tranquillity. Then they sat drowsily in a little 
booth for several minutes while the drug took 
time to act, then their bodies were placed on a 
conveyor belt which took them to the 
incinerator where they were burnt. It was all 
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            CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 

              WHO SAW HIM DIE? 
   
  He thought about all the many changes he had 
seen taking place in everyday life. The few 
surviving males led a very  precarious existence. 
Officially, they were not supposed to exist at 
all. It was announced on television by Lydia 
that all males would report to their local 
Euthanasia Centre to be painlessly put to sleep. 
He had noticed that they always used a 
euphemism when they were talking about the 
Euthanasia centres. It was almost as if they 
were afraid to admit the real function they had. 
The word  death' was never mentioned in 
connection with them, it was always  put to 
sleep' or  the rest after life'. He had noticed how 
adept at manipulating language Lydia had 
become. She had managed to fool the entire 
male population and the female population 
worshipped her. It was when her face appeared 
on television with that false smile which he 
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   He was the last human being alive in Britain 
who realised to what extent the whole 
population was being manipulated by Lydia and 
by W.H.A.M. Therefore it was up to him to do 
all he could to change things, to bring back a 
vestige of sahity to the insane world he saw all 
about him. 
   He had managed to steal a Kalashnikov 
AK 47 automatic rifle from a W.H.A.M.S.S. 
patrolwoman whom he had encountered in a 
dark alleyway near the male compound. She 
was enjoying a surreptitious cigarette in a 
doorway  when he had crept up behind her, 
easing his way through the deserted building 
which she was standing outside. Slowly, 
stealthily, careful not to make any noise on the 
broken glass that littered the floor he had crept 
up to her. Then with one bound he was on her, 
he put a hand over her mouth to stifle her cries, 
and slid his other arm round her neck and over 
his arm, thus forming a neck lock. With a swift 
pressure, he snapped her neck as easily as 
snapping a carrot. The body was heavy in his 
arms, like all the W.H.A.M.S.S. she was a butch 
with short hair, but she was well-built. She must 
have weighed about thirteen stone, he thought, 
as he dragged the body to the rear of the 
building holding it under the armpits, and 
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meant by a dead weight, he thought, 
humourlessly to himself, managing a wry smile 
despite nerve-tightening circumstances. 
  He did not like having to kill the girl, but he 
justified it to himself by thinking of some of the 
atrocities which the W.H.A.M.S.S. were 
supposed to have committed on male prisoners 
at the forced labour camps. He looked at the 
head which lolled at an awkward angle from the 
body, and flopped lifelessly like the head of a 
rag doll. This was one W.H.A.M.S.S. who 
would do no more harm. 
  He dragged the body outside and then 
stripped it of its clothes. He dug a shallow grave 
and buried the last remains of Patrolwoman 
14793A of W.H.A.M.S.S. The uniform did not 
fit him very well, the girl had been about three 
stone heavier than he was in his present 
underfed state: it amazed him that he had found 
the strength to carry out the murder of the 
W.H.A.M.S.S. patrolwoman. It was rumoured 
that they were invincible, but surprise had been 
on his side. He brushed the dust off the black 
uniform and hoped that he did not look too 
conspicuous in the uniform. He put his arm 
through the sling of the rifle and eased it onto 
his shoulder. That was how the W.H.A.M.S.S. 
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rounding up males they carried them at the hip 
ready to fire off a burst at anything that moved. 
   He looked at the weapon. It was ironical that 
it had been invented by a man and used so 
lethally against men by the W.H.A.M.S.S. in 
their round-ups of the few men still hiding out 
in the broken-down houses in the male 
compounds. He had met two others like himself 
who had escaped the indoctrination. They had 
split up to make it more difficult for the 
W.H.A.M.S.S. to locate and destroy them. The 
others had been gunned down shortly before. 
He had heard the noise of distant gunfire one 
night when he was approaching a male area. 
This had been confirmed by the news bulletin 
he had managed to watch by looking through 
the window of a suburban house. It had been a 
dangerous manoeuvre to undertake, but it had 
been justified. He had been extremely anxious 
to learn of the fate of the two others. It had not 
surprised him, nothing surprised him very much 
any more. He was past feeling surprise at 
anything. He did not even feel the emotion of 
hope. All he wanted to do now  was to 
assassinate the Glorious Leader of W.H.A.M. 
He did not really know why. He knew that it 
was too late to change things for all the dead 
males. But something inside him told him that 
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and he reasoned within himself that when she 
had been removed, things would have a chance 
to return to normal once more. 
  He stroked the curved magazine of the 
Kalashnikov AK 47, then he patted it. He was 
well armed for his mission of seek and destroy. 
A burst from this little  baby would kill ten 
Lydias. 
  His breathing gradually slowed down. He had 
very narrowly managed to avoid the 
W.H.A.M.S.S. patrol. He heard them laughing 
and talking among themselves as they went 
away from him. 
  He made his way as inconspicuously as he 
could to Trafalgar Square where he knew Lydia 
was scheduled to lead a torchlight rally. He 
hoped that the uniform he was wearing would 
enable him to avoid any close scrutiny. He 
imagined that he did not look unlike some of 
the butch Lesbians he had seen. He had taken 
the precaution of shaving off his beard so that 
his appearance was not what the women had 
been indoctrinated into thinking was the usual 
appearance of the male. 
  He mingled with the laughing crowds of 
women who were making their way to Trafalgar 
Square and the W.H.A.M. rally. They were 
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admiring glances at him. He knew that the 
butch members of W.H.A.M.S.S. were thought 
highly of as love partners because of their 
superior aggression. Two teenage girls giggled 
as he walked past; he heard them murmur 
something which sounded like: 
    Look at that gorgeous butch.' 
   He felt reassured once more, no-one could see 
who he was. As he drew nearer to Trafalgar 
Square, the crowds grew more dense and he had 
to slacken his pace. 
   Eventually he arrived at the floodlit square. 
W.H.A.M. banners fluttered in the breeze. They 
were hung from all the buildings surrounding 
the square. Thousands of torches glimmered in 
the dark. The sight was moving even to him, for 
a moment, then he remembered the real purpose 
which had brought him here. 
   The crowd quietened down when the 
announcement was made that the glorious 
Leader Lydia was shortly going to appear. 
   He quietly removed the gun from his 
shoulder, all the spectators were so intent on 
watching the appearance of Lydia that they 
would not notice him as he hid in the shadows 
on the outskirts. She came out on the platform, 
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the rifle to his shoulder, aimed at Lydia's head 
and squeezed the trigger. 
  There was  a rapid burst of fire and the figure 
on the platform crumpled up. He felt suddenly 
exultant. He had done it, he had succeeded, he 
had set the world free from the tyrant Lydia. He 
did not mind as the six burly W.H.A.M.S.S. 
women descended on him, disarmed him and 
proceeded to drag him up to the platform. He 
had succeeded, it did not matter what they did 
to him now. He had succeeded and he felt 
triumphant. 
  He looked down at the figure on the platform 
which was lying in the pool of dark blood 
which came from the multiple headwounds 
inflicted by his bullets. She was dead. 
  He looked down at her as she lay in the 
passivity of death with a feeling which came 
close to pity. Then he looked up again. 
  There was an amazed commotion from the 
rear of the crowd and cries of: 
   It's Lydia!' 
  They could not believe it, she was lying dead 
on the platform and yet here she was alive. He 
saw it also and the truth began to dawn on him. 
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   Lydia spoke into the microphone, her voice 
boomed and reverberated over  the square, 
making the pigeons fly into the air 
    Sisters and comrades, will you join with me 
in expressing your sorrow at the death of 
comrade Susan, of W.H.A.M.S.S., who looked 
so like me and gave her life in saving mine. 
    Look at this creature who killed her. He is 
the last male alive. You have seen what a 
cowardly act he has perpetrated, the cold-
blooded murder of an innocent girl. It would 
have been me if sister Susan had not bravely 
volunteered for the duty. We will give her a 
heroine's burial, for it  is what she deserves. She 
shall have a State Funeral and we will all pay 
tribute to this heroic girl who so bravely gave 
her life.' 
   With his arms pinioned behind him, the last 
man stood on the platform. He held his head 
erect, he was not afraid of death. He would 
show them. 
    Did you really imagine that the murder of a 
W.H.A.M.S.S. patrolwoman would go 
undiscovered?' she said.  Sisters, we found the 
body of W.H.A.M.S.S. patrolwoman Sheila 
Browning where this creature had buried it.' 
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   Sisters, we suspected for some time that one 
cunning male animal had avoided us, and was 
hiding in various derelict houses in the old male 
compounds. Well, here he is. He has killed two 
innocent women tonight and I hope he is feeling 
proud of his achievement.' 
  The crowd roared like a beast hungry for 
blood. They needed his death in an almost 
sexual way. He was the very last of the male 
oppressors and he was at their mercy. 
  A cry began to go up: 
   Hang him!' 
  It grew louder and louder. It filled the square 
in one vast surge of sound, like an inland sea it 
raged. 
   You want him to be hanged?' 
  A roar of approval from the massed women. 
   Very well then, it is the wish of the majority. 
He shall be hanged.' 
  There was a roar of approval from the crowd. 
  Lydia placed a blindfold over his eyes as a 
rope was slung over the top of one of the struts 
which held up the roof over the platform. His 
hands were firmly secured behind him. 
  He ascended the box upon which he was to 
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   There was a hush from the vast crowd of 
women, as the blindfolded figure stood poised 
with head held high. 
   Lydia kicked the box away from under him 
and the body fell down, then jerked as the neck 
broke. 
   As his central nervous system received a 
gigantic shock, he ejaculated and a monstrous 
erection bulged through his trousers. Sexually 
excited women rushed forward to dip their 
handkerchiefs in the last of the male sperm 
from a living male. 
   Then a hush fell over the giant crowd. 















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            CHAPTER NINETEEN 

               DOMESTIC BLISS 
   
  With the death of the last man in Britain, 
Lydia felt that there were no further threats 
posed to her control of the country. Women 
were free to live the good life. 
  The media were devoted now to the ideal of 
the pursuit of happiness. Short-haired butches 
and long-haired ferns were shown sitting in the 
sun together, swimming, dancing, raising 
families of baby girls. The image put over by 
the media was the right of women to enjoy life 
to the full now that the enemy had been 
convincingly defeated. 
  It was a pleasant time to be alive. Everywhere 
there was girlish laughter. Happiness was all 
around. Every woman was able to fulfil herself 
in whichever way she chose. 
  Lydia no longer delivered a political speech 
every day of the week. She confined herself to 
one personal broadcast a week. The speeches 
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longer projected an atmosphere of hatred and 
fear into every household in the country. 
   She would actually smile before she spoke. 
Lydia had mellowed: 
    Sisters,  the struggle has been a long one, but 
we have come through, we have succeeded. No 
longer shall the footsteps of the male pollute 
our fair country. 
   Not one male remains to plot rebellion or a 
return to male tyranny. 
    In freedom our children can be raised, and in 
peace. They are fortunate enough not to have 
known what a male is. They think of the male 
as an ogre from the past, a creation of fantasy or 
nightmare, something that is only found in 
children's story books. 
    They are fortunate to have been spared all 
the suffering that my generation had to go 
through to throw off the yoke of the tyrant 
male. But it has all been worth it, just to be able 
to feel free, it is a wonderful feeling, there is 
nothing like it.' 
   Lydia was shown playing with baby girl 
children. She was smiling and laughing and so 
were they. 
    Yes, these young women will never know 
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   Together we can help to build a better world 
for our children and our children's children.' 
  The atmosphere throughout the country was 
more relaxed. Women were happy to carry out 
their jobs and live in peace with one another. 
There were no wars, there was no crime, 
women were not motivated towards violent 
crime in the first place. All these evils had 
passed away with the male. Life was an easy 
carefree happy thing, all the media constantly 
reassured the women. 
  Contact with the outside world was expressly 
forbidden. Women were not allowed to receive 
any news of what was going on in the outside 
world for fear that it would  corrupt them, or 
make them unhappy with their lot. The rest of 
the world wondered what was going on in 
Britain but the security screen which had come 
down when Lydia came to power was 
impenetrable. Rumours began to circulate in the 
capitals of the world of a country run entirely 
by women. This was dismissed as fantastic 
nonsense by male leaders, and inwardly they 
were afraid because they knew that one day 
their time would come too, when they would 
have to give way to the superior abilities of the 
female. 
  Lydia had secretly sent out trained 
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revolution against the male. They were trained 
in all the arts of war, in guerrilla warfare, in the 
use of propaganda and in subliminal persuasion. 
W.H.A.M. cells were started in all the major 
countries of the world and it was only a 
question of time before the whole world fell to 
the superior of the human species, the female. 
   At home, Lydia stepped up all kinds of 
scientific research into areas that would enable 
women to gain worldwide control more easily. 
Joan was now engaged in electronic research 
which would enable W.H.A.M. to blanket the 
globe with their propaganda. But most 
significant of all was the work performed by the 
medical scientists working under Dr Evelyn 
Quaint. They  were tackling the most important 
problem of all which would finally liberate 
women from their roles as passive child-
carrying animals. Evelyn Quaint was 
developing an artificial womb which would 
enable the foetus to be removed from the 
woman who had been fertilised by the sperm 
banks after two months and be reared entirely 
away from the body. Research was progressing 
extremely well in this direction, so that shortly 
women would be finally freed from any 
reminder of her previous animal role. 
   Evelyn was also  researching into the 
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race could be improved in health, beauty and 
intelligence. Women of superior intelligence, 
beauty and health donated ova which could then 
be raised entirely outside their bodies, or they 
were fertilised and implanted inside another 
woman. This ensured that women with 
desirable characteristics could act as foster 
mothers to cells implanted inside their own 
bodies. 
  But the project which occupied most of the 
research time and energy was that which was 
researching into auto-fertilisation. This was to 
enable women to reproduce themselves without 
having to be fertilised by male sperm at all. 
Through auto-fertilisation, a woman could be 
both mother and father to her own children. 
This was done by removing the DNA from a 
female egg and using it to fertilise another egg 
by direct injection. This encouraged the 
breeding of a race of super-women who did not 
need even the fertilising principle of the male. 
Naturally only those women with very superior 
mental and physical characteristics were to be 
allowed to reproduce themselves in this way. 
  The male animal was now proved to be 
completely superfluous for all purposes. The 
all-woman society was living proof of how 
much more civilised and humane society could 
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absence of crime, the fact that they were not 
involved in any direct wars, the booming 
economy, and finally, the happiness of 
individual women indicated how everything 
was flourishing. Women were now free  from 
bringing children into the world through pain 
and suffering after a cumbersome pregnancy of 
nine months. 
   The arts flourished as never before. 
Creativity, after all, was the prerequisite of the 
female. Those male artists in the past who had 
achieved a  limited success had done so only by 
encouraging the feminine sides of their 
personalities. How much easier it was for 
women to excel at things when their whole 
personalities were feminine and creative. Freed 
from childbearing and baby-minding, through 
the  ministry of Child Welfare, women were 
able to liberate their creative potential as never 
before. The art that was produced was new, 
original, and surpassed anything produced by 
the male. It was similar in science too. The 
achievements of Dr Evelyn Quaint 
demonstrated this. 
   Lydia appeared to have achieved everything 
she had set out to. One would have imagined 
that she would have been content to spend the 
rest of her days in peaceful enjoyment of the 
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not so. There was something which made her 
dissatisfied, despite all the achievements which 
she saw all around her. There was something 
which kept her awake at night and prevented 
her enjoyment of the cosy domesticity which 
Pulchra provided for her. 
  Lydia had remained true to her revolutionary 
ideal and had never coveted property or 
possessions. She and Pulchra still occupied their 
old apartment over W.H.A.M. central. They had 
spent their happiest days there so they did not 
want to move into more sumptuous apartments. 
  Pulchra had become much more house-proud 
these days, and she was always trying new 
recipes to tempt Lydia's palate. Lydia used to 
keep fairly regular working hours now that all 
the objectives had been achieved. When she 
heard Lydia's masterful step on the stairs 
outside Pulchra would look in the mirror to 
make certain her appearance was perfect, she 
would spray on some perfume, and greet Lydia 
at the door with an enchanting smile. 
  How happy Lydia was to be greeted at the 
door by her loving Pulchra who was  so 
beautiful and so very devoted to her. The sight 
of that lovely face smiling and so full of 
devotion for her always made her spirits soar 
with happiness. She was always happy to come 
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   Pulchra would bring her  a drink while she put 
her feet up and relaxed. Pulchra would stroke 
her forehead with warm tender fingers. How 
perfect their private life was with just the two of 
them. They were truly living in domestic bliss. 
And yet, there was something missing. There 
was something which kept Lydia awake on 
some nights, so that Pulchra would be anxious 
and put the light on and tell her to relax and 
soothe her back to sleep. Pulchra imagined that 
it was the problems of government which were 
keeping Lydia awake at night. But it was not 
the problems of government which made Lydia 
into an insomniac, there was something that 
was not quite perfect in her, relationship with 
Pulchra. Finally, she realised what it was and 
she began a series of visits to Evelyn's medical 
research unit. She kept these secret from 
Pulchra, she did not want to worry the sweet 
little thing with anything. It was far better to 
spare her these little worries. She had always 
tried to protect Pulchra from the unpleasant 
details of government and the harsher  side of 
life. So she did not tell her where she was when 
she went in to spend a week under the careful 
medical supervision of Dr Quaint. Lydia merely 
said to Pulchra that she had to apply herself to 
some top secret work for a week and this would 
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country and be absent for a week. Pulchra 
readily accepted this excuse. Lydia had been 
away on government business before. So she 
busied herself with various things until Lydia's 
return. 
   BR-R-R-R-R-R-R.' 
  It was Lydia ringing the bell. Pulchra checked 
her appearance and ran happily to the door to 
fling her arms around her beloved. How happy 
she was to see her again after her week-long 
absence. Lydia looked happier than she had 
ever seen her looking, her eyes shone and she 
kissed Pulchra with passion. For several 
minutes they remained locked in one another's 
arms. Then Lydia took her beautiful Pulchra to 
the bedroom, it had been a week since they had 
tasted each other's bodies. Both their cheeks 
were flushed and they were both trembling 
slightly with excitement. They hungered for 
each other so much. 
  Lydia opened the bedroom door and led 
Pulchra over to their double bed. They both 
began to undress as quickly as possible. Pulchra 
threw off the filmy dress she had been wearing 
and stood naked and beautiful in front of Lydia. 
Lydia gazed with love into her eyes. 
  Then Pulchra's eyes noticed something. Her 
eyes were drawn as if by a magnet to Lydia's 

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pubic region and with mixed feeling of surprise, 
wonder, and happiness she gasped: 
    MY GOD, LYDIA, YOU'VE GROWN A 
PENIS!' 
    






















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