A dangerous one

Despite all the talk from her teacher and classmates, Cassie pouted, unimpressed. "Well, it would be a problem if men were, like, monstruous violent beasts unable to form coherent thoughts and control their sex urges, but is that the case?" She ended her question with a smug smile on her face, as if she had just proven a point, but all the other women in the room looked at her in disbelief.

"Cassie..." Liz had to contain herself from outright questioning her student's intelligence. "... What do you think the walls around campus are meant to protect us from?"

Her student blushed. She had just realised that maybe questioning the very nature of men in front of her andrology teacher wasn't a bright idea.

The older woman sighed. "Okay, maybe we should start from the basics. I didn't realise how much some of you have been sheltered so far. I guess you have been raised in a safe environment and have never encountered a man in your life?"

Cassie nodded "I'm from Juneau. Men have difficulties surviving in the wilderness so far north and the few who do can't penetrate the city's compound. A few tamed males are safely guarded in farms for breeding purpose, but most women use ART when they want to procreate."

Liz looked at her other students. "Any of you wants to share actual field experience?" A wave of hands raised and once gain, the teacher picked Alice.

"I grew up in Kansas, and men are a nuisance here. Since it's a very rural area, we can't always hide behind walls and we constantly need to watch for them. They rob our harvests, pry on the livestock and often **** women while they are working in the fields or wandering in the countryside. It's so rampant, most people in the area are conceived this way. I was, and so were my sisters, my moms and all my family members. Sometimes they even gather in packs and **** entire farms or hamlets to **** the women living there. It happened to people I know..."

Liz put a comforting hand on the redhead's shoulder, as the young woman was visibly shaken and conflicted about her need to tell more. After calming her down, she turned to Malika, a black girl with braided hair who had also raised her hand. "What about you?"

"Grew up in Detroit. Here the walls are a joke, men can climb them or dig tunnels underneath. It's become even worse after the city's financian crisis. Entire borough are taken over by men who live in abandoned building or sewers, and some families are too poor to go away. Cops and firefighters don't want to work in those areas and some women form militias to fight back. Heard sometimes shit goes even worse 'cause the guys can't find food in the street and turn to cannibalism."

"That's horrible!" Cassie exclaimed. "Am I the only one in this room who has never been ****?"

Judging by the looks on her other students' faces, Liz knew most of them didn't even want to answer. "It's a part of most women's life. And sadly, it's something you will probably have to suffer even more often if you pursue a career in andrology. Studying men in their natural habitat and even sometimes in laboratory inevitably leads to those kind of accidents. I was personaly **** nine times at work just this year."