The rings are still with Liz.

"Actually I was a bit confused about something." Said Belle, a tall brunette whose collar read 76. "Men are never allowed deep into our enclaves so why do we still have to wear our collars."

"Good question Belle. Honestly its a matter of safety, when women first gained independence from men the world was already rather developed. It became impossible for early feminists to truly get away from the male world especially if we wanted to enjoy the fruits of civilization. The collars thus became a way to essentially mark women as willing participants in society. Men don't quite understand it but they know if they see a woman wearing a collar she won't harm them unless she herself is harmed."

"I guess that makes sense but why do we have to submit to random **** sessions whenever guys are horny?" She asked.

"Another matter of safety. Men need women in order to have children and if women simply stopped allowing them to sleep with us then they would attack us in order to make more children. If we let the rapists in and fight off the poachers then we can keep relativly safe without much effort."

"I guess." Belle conceded. "Still having to deal with their kids is tough I've already had two kids and I only left my enclave three years ago." She then rubbed her stomach which was just starting to round out with her next child.

"I'll admit that is a big challenge." Liz conceded. "In order to stop men from raiding enclaves we have to send out some women to live around men and college campuses just happen to be the best spot for that. It does also allow for you girls to get a better sense of the world outside your enclave and trust me, if you think four years of constant impregnation is rough you'd hate to try being a coordinator like me. I don't think I've gone a year without having a kid since I turned 18." She then rubbed her large breasts which leaked milk so constantly she had given up on trying to manage the flow. "Any other questions?"

Amy raised her hand "I'm just sort of wondering, hasn't female society at large just sort of accepted how men think of us? I mean the last attempt at real communication between the sexes was over a hundred years ago and in order to be sent to college you need a score of at least 50 on your collar. I mean not to be mean but isn't this school basically to get us all pregnant a bunch?"

"Well I won't say that you're wrong Amy because you aren't, we do some educating here but the primary purpose of these schools and us coordinators is to get you all knocked-up. We know men will never be able to understand women and we also know that if they don't find the women we let out of the enclaves attractive enough they might raid the enclaves and that wouldnt be good for anyone."

"I mean maybe it wouldn't be good for you guys but I'd love it!" Shouted Cassie.

"And why pray tell is that." Said Liz through gritted teeth.

"I mean you all may be fine with just 4 years of fucking men out here before going back to your enclave and getting a job but that's not for me."

"Its life Cassie what will you do staying out here?" Said Edith, a red haired girl sitting next to Cassie.

"I don't know but it would be better than being in an enclave surrounded only by girls. Like I'm not sure I buy that statistic that 95% of women are bisexual or lesbians. I mean is it really true?"

"Of course its true Cassie why do you think all your classmates dislike it when they have to fuck a man, those men may be neccesary for breeding but a good pussy is what most girls really want." Said Liz snappishly. The permanent coordinators like Liz barely ever got to go back to the enclaves and so she was rather jealous of the girls like Cassie who could go back and not have to deal with daily dickings.

"Well then," Cassie jibed "any woman who lives outside of the enclaves must be a real cockslut huh?"

"Is there something wrong with that Cassie?" Asked Liz frankly. "I understand most of you perfer a good pussy to a nice cock but some of us are different and unlike the slutpets who choose to go just live in some man's house we actually contribute to society."

Liz then went to go adjust her skirt and, angry that her last jibe failed to land (everyone knew breeding coordinators were total cocksluts why had she thought that would work) Cassie asked "What are you doing..."