"Here's to you, Madison," she said.
"Here's to you too, Emily," replied Madison.
They clinked their glasses together and then there was a lull in the conversation for a while as they stared out into the empty room. Finally, Emily broke the silence.
"How did you get used to all this, Madison? What is with the way they treat women here with the mandatory nudity and all the fucked up demeaning sex that we're not allowed to say no to? How the hell did that all start and why are the women still accepting it?"
"I felt exactly the same way at first," Madison replied. "I couldn't believe it when they basically ripped my clothes off me when I first got here and made me shave my cunny. I couldn't stand being naked all the time. I kept wanting to scrunch up in a corner and hide. Then the fucking and sucking. It all felt so wrong, and I couldn't get how the women put up with it. But then I started noticing all the other stuff here. It's peaceful. There's fuck-all violence, fuck-all crime, everyone has enough, no one's going hungry anywhere, everyone has a job and they're all happy, even the women with all the nudity and the fucking and sucking. Something wasn't adding up. Chicks would never be keen on doing this stuff where I came from, but it was a total shit-fight in all the other ways. So, what was the deal?
So, I figure all the men and the women sat down together at some point and said ok, how do we make this a better world? I reckon the men kicked the conversation off first with whining about how the women kept all their womanly bits to themselves and wouldn't let them see or touch nuthin, which meant they had sore balls all the time and had to go to extremes to impress a girl and hopefully get laid, which created an ultra-competitive, toxic environment run by cranky, sexually frustrated men where only a few win and the rest don't. A rat race, and everyone on the brink of war.
Then the women said, ok you wanna see us naked? You wanna fuck us or get a blowie anytime you want? Consider those our gifts to you, but your gift to us is to sort the rest of this shit out and make this world a nice place to live for all of us. Firstly, you're gonna look after us. All our bills are gonna be paid, and we're gonna have nice places to live where you lot leave us the fuck alone when we wanna be left alone. Next, there ain't never gonna be another woman hit or raped or robbed or murdered ever again. Then we're gonna come up with a system for raising children so none of them end up fucked in the head or without a proper start in life, and you're going to stop raping the Earth for the sake of a buck. We want air we can breathe and water we can drink, and no more rat race. We want a fair economy the whole world over so everyone gets a slice and no one misses out, and no more wars.
The men thought about it for a minute and said wait, you're all gonna walk around naked and you won't mind us looking, and we can get our dicks wet any time we want, and that's all we gotta do in return? Fellas, we gotta sort out our differences and make this shit happen. Ladies, consider it a done deal. Where do we sign?"
"Yeah maybe…" Emily replied, chuckling at Madison's explanation and her manner of speaking. "It just seems more about debasing women and keeping them down to me."
"Ain't no 'maybe' about it. Look around and you tell me what's up here. There ain't a chica here who thinks she's being debased. There's gotta be a reason for that," Madison responded.
"But what about these collars then? Surely, they're about debasement? Only an animal should be wearing a collar," Emily countered.
"Well, I reckon that's a two birds with one stone situation going on there rather than any intended debasement," Madison replied. "Firstly, they needed IDs for the new female welfare system, and the women weren't going to have pockets no more and weren't going to be carrying around no bags. What are you gonna do? Easy, wear it around your neck. Hides nuthin, you don't have to carry it around in your hand, and dead easy to see for those that need to see it. Next issue was the kids. They needed a new system to make sure all the kids started out on the same footing with no ties to either privileged or underprivileged parents. What are you gonna do? Well, the fathers aren't going to be known no more if a woman is banging heaps of different men, but everyone is still gonna know who's vag it came from. So, she gives up her name so there ain't no mother or father recorded on the birth certificate. Every kid gets the same start in life, and the community raises them as a group, so there's no burden on the woman who gave birth to the kid and there's no privilege or any weird ideas being passed along either. Everyone grows up knowing about the deal and what the rules are."
"It can't be that simple, can it?" Emily asked. "What about all the commands making women jump when a man tells her to?"
"Sure, there's probably been some evolving and changes in fine print since then with all of the commands with the rigid positions and cunny shaving and stuff, but maybe that's what they came up with and agreed on in the beginning as well. The thing is, the women were in on it right from the start just as much as the men were. They had to be. That's why they're all happy with doing it, and everyone's still holding up their end of the bargain and honouring the deal to this day."
"My friend Collingwood has a similar theory," Emily replied. "Although he thinks it's more like a snowball effect. You start with nude women and free sex, add time and this is the result."
"Could be a bit of that too," Madison admitted. "I reckon it started more how I said, though. Everyone sat down and worked out a plan, and then it evolved from there, but it all hinged on the women. It was all about what they were prepared to do in return for everything else. Without them, this place wouldn't be half as nice as it is. When you think about it, while it looks like women are slaves and men call the shots here, it's actually the other way around. Women say what goes here. Always have and always will. They figured out the power of the pussy and how to use that power for good. The men fell right into the trap, but by the time they figured that out, if they figured it out, they realised it was a pretty awesome trap to be stuck in."
"Ok, ok," Emily admitted. "I think I see where you're coming from. If nothing else, maybe the system here satisfies their little heads so they can think with their big ones."
"Now you're getting it, girl," Madison laughed. "Women think with their brains while men think with their dicks. A smart girl can take advantage of that and make the world a better place. Just look around and you can see it totally working."
Emily still wasn't sure it could actually be that simple. Surely men couldn't be that shallow, and women wouldn't give up the rights to their own bodies so easily? Yet Madison's theory did seem to make all the pieces of the puzzle fit together. It made more sense that this system had a beginning to it.
The women chatted and laughed until well after midnight until they decided it was time to go home.
*****
Three months after the General's soiree, winter had fallen. Thankfully it was mild in Emily's neck of the woods. It was nowhere near freezing but still uncomfortably brisk at times, particularly in the mornings. She learned something new from talking to other women that she hadn't been told about in deb training. In some areas women were allowed to wear Government-Issue cloaks outdoors during the winter months but were required to remove them again when indoors. She guessed that deb training must vary a little depending on location. In this area, women got by with fur-lined boots, beanies, and mittens, while keeping outdoor activities to a minimum. Emily managed to cope on the colder days by having cabs come right up to the door for her commutes, and then make a run for the passenger door as they arrived. Still, there were several occasions where she ran out to her cab only to have someone else steal it just as she got there, and she was left stamping and shivering waiting for the next one to pull up.
The chill in the air meant that the lunchtime chats with Madison had to remain inside the canteen on some days, which meant they needed to guard their conversations a little more than usual and not make fun of any of the men in case it got back to them.
The General hadn't tired of her and still summoned her to his office at least once every week where she would be commanded to give him a blowjob. Sometimes before his blowjob he would have her 'Present', 'Sit' or "Display' while he just looked at her for a while from behind his desk. Maybe Madison's theory wasn't so crazy that this was all part of a deal, but she still found it creepy and degrading whenever she thought about it, which she chose not to these days. It was easier on her if she just did it without thinking about it and sent her mind to her 'happy place'. She couldn't understand why she got so wet most days, though. It wasn't a turn-on by any means. It was just humiliating and demeaning.
She often went back to the bar as well. Sometimes with Madison and sometimes by herself. It was good just to get out for a drink, even if that meant being asked to couple once or twice over the evening.
So, she figured it either happened at the bar or it was one of the guys at work. Her period was late, and it was never late! A pregnancy test from a pharmacy confirmed it. She was pregnant! What was she going to do now? She was in a strange world where women didn't keep their babies. Would she be able to handle giving it up? What about if Collingwood found a way to get home again. Would that mean leaving it here?
