We quickly retired back into Dr. Holsack's office. "How can I help you?" the Doctor asked, sitting into her chair.

"You understand human nature far better than I do," I began. "When I created the chokers, I really had no concept of what I was doing. I wanted the world to be my playground, and that has happened. However, I take a look around now, and I see that in a few years, women won't have any rights left to them."

"Well, one could say that that was your original intention."

"Only in a sexual fashion. I was perfectly content to let my little harem have lives outside of our nocturnal activities. However, not so many men are like minded, and the effect of the collars on the women seep over into their abilities to function as normal human beings outside of sexual areas."

"So, what is your question of me?"

"What do I do to make it right? I can't take all the chokers away, my mental powers just don't extend that far. Canceling out the chokers' fields with other ones would be almost impossible, considering how ingrained the choker fields are. I wish to act, but I am out of avenues." Dr. Holsack steepled her fingers and rested her chin on them, staring at me. She looked at various things around the room quietly for a few minutes as she pondered my quandary. Finally, she said, "Males have always had aggressive sexual tendencies. It's in their genes; it is evolutionary advantageous for a man to spread around his genetic material as much as possible. Consequently, we have males being aggressive in other areas, such as business and politics. Given that women have become, thanks to you, passive in the sexual area, passivity has seeped into their other dealings with men. But you would rather see women passive only in the sexual area."

"That's right."

Dr. Holsack suddenly smiled. She looked very pretty when she smiled, almost reminding me of someone. "Your answer is more simple than you might think."

"Really? Tell me."

"You want women passive only in a sexual context. Turn that rule around and twist it slightly, and you have your answer." She smiled at me knowingly, and I knew she expected me to figure this out for myself.

I cogitated on her statement a moment, then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Make men exclusively aggressive in a sexual area and no where else!"

"Exactly. Channel that aggressiveness into willing female receptacles, and males suddenly become disinterested in ruling females in other ways."

"It's so simple. I was blind not to have seen it before!" I eyed her. "You certainly are rather cavalier about women being 'willing receptacles'."

"When you have been studying the Slut phenomenon for as long as I have, it stops to bother you after a while. I suppose that, given the right codephrase, I'll become a Slut as well," she said, fingering her Secret's choker.

"I'm surprised you haven't asked me what it was."

"I like my personality the way it is."

"Very well. Thank you, Doctor. I'll see that you get the grant and then some. You shouldn't have to worry about anything financial for a long time to come."

"Well, thank you," she replied. She extended her hand over her desk, and I took it. We shook for a moment, and I noticed how warm and soft her hand was. I hadn't noticed that in a long time. As we shook, I gazed behind her, and saw her diploma on the far wall. The name inscribed upon it was "Diana Regina Holsack".

"Regina," I said to her as I released her hand. "That's an unusual name."

"It was my mother's maiden name," she explained.

I stopped. Could it be true? That resemblance, it could be. "What. what was your mother's name?"

"Before or after she was married?"

"Before."

"Sky Regina. Why?"

I couldn't believe it, I just could not believe it. "Diana," I said softly, "your mother was." and then I stopped again! Her age! Could it be?

"Diana, how old are you?"

"Thirty-one, why?"

I did some fast subtraction. Thirty-one years ago, that put us at THE END OF SENIOR YEAR! My God! She was. she was.

"You're. you're."

"What?"

Suddenly and unexpectedly, desire coursed through my veins. I felt as though every nerve caught fire, every fiber of my being caught up in a skein of desire for the young woman standing before me. "Didn't you notice," I said, coming around the table to stand before her, "that one of my original slaves was named Sky?"

"I chalked it up to coincidence. Mother is rather a stalwart lesbian."

"Ahhh, but she was willing to do what it took to satisfy me, and to gain my power. Your mother was my Slut, thirty-one years and nine months ago."

She looked at me in shock. "You don't mean."

"Yes, that is exactly what I mean, daughter."

The act of saying the truth out loud stunned her. Her mouth hung agape, her eyes paralyzed with surprise. I took her hand in mine and drew her near me. "You are my progeny, my contribution to the next generation. When I leave this world, you will be the one I leave it to. But now, now. now I want you."

"Want. me?"

"Yes, you, my daughter. The one sexual activity I have yet to perform. Incest."

"No, I'm not a Slut! I don't want to!" She tugged at her hand, trying to pull away from me.

"Have you ever been held by moonbeams and green cheese?"

"What?" Realization hit her. "No no NO! I don't want to be a Slut! I don't want to be a goddamn Slut whore, a piece of cunt pussy for you to fuck. Daddy no!"

"Kiss me my Slut Daughter, kiss your Father Master."

"No please.," but her protestations died as she reached her lips up to mine. I kissed her for a long time, standing there in her office, our tongues playfully exchanging between our lips. Her arms encircled me as we kissed. My hands played roughly across her ass. Finally I broke our kiss. Her body was as good as her mother's, all those long years ago.

"Please, don't make me do this, Father, I don't want to be a Slut. I liked myself before. Goood, my cunt is soooo hot." She reached between her skirt, and started to rub. "It's never been like this, so hot and twitchy. God DAMN you, you son of a bitch, God it's sooo hot."

"Would you like to show it to me, Daughter Whore? Would you like to show me your hot, wet cunt? Do you want me to lick it, to make it wetter and hotter? Do want me to squeeze your tits, your little daughter tits, pinch your little daughter nipples?"

"Ooooohhhh YESSSS!" Diana threw herself at me, her tongue plunging into my mouth. Her hips pressed firmly against my bulging pants, and she rubbed up and down against me with frenzied enthusiasm. "Lick my cunt, Master, lick your little girl's cunt, make her wet, fuck her good, please, Daddy, please, use me."

I reached down, hooked my hands into the top of her skirt, and ripped it from her. It came away easily, and her black lace underwear literally glistened in the office's lights. "Take off your blouse and jacket, Slut," I commanded. She did so, and she looked stunning in her matching bra and panties. "I like the way you look, Bitch Slut Daughter," I told her.

"Thank you, Daddy Master. Does Daddy want to fuck his daughter?" she said, finger her lips and giving me an "I've been bad" look.

I removed my jacket and shirt, and stepped out of my shoes. "Take off your bra, and tweak your nipples, Whore."

Diana reached around behind herself, unhooked her bra, and let it slide from her chest slowly. Her breasts were medium sized, quite firm looking, and her nipples were standing straight out. She started to pinch them, rolling them around her fingers as I slipped my pants down. My black boxers matched her panties, though they were not nearly as wet. My hard dick made a tent out of them. "Do you see how excited you've made me, Slut?"

"Yes, Master, I can see you hard dick, it looks soooo yummy and good, I can't wait to see it, to suck it, to have it in my hot wet pussy, my twat is soooo hot."

I moved over to her as she pinched and rolled her nipples in front of me. I grabbed her panties and ripped them from her body; the soaked lace came away easily. Her shaved cunt lips were topped by a thatch of wiry black hair. "You keep your cunt well, Slut." I reached down and spread her lips apart.

"Ohhhhh, Daddy, touch me, stick your finger in my cunt, please, please."

I slowly put my middle finger up her hot wet twat. She started to writhe around on my hand. As I stood there, she pumped herself up and down on my finger and gave herself a small orgasm. "Mmmm, Daddy, yes, Daddy, OH DADDY YES FUCK yesssssssss."

Finally, I could stand it no longer. I picked her up, and tossed her onto the desk. "Oh fuck me, Daddy, take my cunt, make me your Daughter Slut, fuck your little girl, fuck her good, fuck her like the little bitch whore she is, oh fuck me please!"

She didn't have to ask twice. My dick felt like it was about to tear away from my body. I spread her legs, and plunged deep into her with one stroke. "MMMMM YEAH FUCK OH FUCK ME DADDY MASTER, FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER WHORE, FUCK HER GOOD!"

It didn't take me long to come my first time. It had been a good year since I had fucked anyone, and the feeling of my daughter's cunt around my hard cock was exquisite. Within half a minute, I spilled a load of come into her pussy with several grunts and thrusts. My original potion's magic, however, still coursed through my veins. I pulled out of Diana's twat, and crawled up onto the desk with my knees. "Suck my cock, Slut, clean it off and make your father come again."

Diana grabbed my dick and eagerly began to bob her head up and down upon it. After a moment of this, I slowly pushed her head back down onto the desk, keeping my cock in her mouth, and then began to slowly fuck in and out of her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the underside of cock with every thrust, and she soon had me at the brink again. I pulled out of her mouth, and jacked my dick quickly over face. "Is my Slut Daughter ready to receive her father's come?"

"Yes, Daddy, all over my face, Daddy, come all over my face, your come tastes so good, I want it Daddy, I want it all!"

My jism blasted out of my dick, slapping across her cheek and in her hair. I corrected my aim slightly, and the next blast caught her right across the lips. Her tongue flicked out and licked up everything it could reach, then she pushed up the remaining come on her cheek towards her hungry mouth. As she did this, I continued jacking my cock. The sight of her eating my come had me incredibly aroused. My magicked cock was swiftly ready again. "Here it comes again, catch it again, you fucking slut, fucking daughter slut whore bitch YEAHHH!" The white jizz flew forth again, covering her other cheek and her hand. She scooped at it eagerly, trying to eat every bite.

As she lay there licking at my come, my cock poised above her face, she caught my eye, and said, "I love you, Daddy."

The high-school stands were quite full that day. It was still balmy out for September. Diana sat next to me, her eyes beaming with pride, as the local Fuck-team took the field. Each one of the scantily clad boys wore a Secret's ring on their finger, channeling all their aggressive masculine tendencies towards sex.

There hadn't been a war in five years anywhere on the planet, though few people attended church any longer. A host of sexually-related religions had come and gone, though a few looked like they might last. Most government positions were held by women now, and President Martha Clark and given her inaugural address while getting her pussy thoroughly reamed out by her husband and half her Cabinet.

The boys on the field removed their remaining items of clothing. The receptors, women from both the local school and the competing team, began to stroke their cocks. The rules of this game were fairly simple: points were scored by the number of girls each boy fucked and had an orgasm with. Each side had an hour.

The boys went about their business, pumping their teenage bodies against their female companions as the crowd cheered along. Beside the field, cheerleaders bounced, flounced, and alternately added and shed clothing. "Fuck 'em good, fuck 'em high, fuck 'em till they come to the sky!" they cheered, then bent over and flashed the audience their cunts. The audience cheered politely.

The competition proceeded, the cheers went on. One of the boys on the field had already worked his way through his line of receptors. He quickly moved, his hard dick bouncing, to the line of cheerleaders. "Oh look," Diana said, "that's the one, that's the one she likes."

"I can see why, he's very impressive." The boy ran up the line, and grabbed one dark-haired girl out of the line. Quickly, he flipped up her skirt, bent her over, and plunged into her. The girl screamed with pleasure, "Oh FUCK ME BILL, fuck me good, ride me you big stud, fuck my cunt!"

The crowd went wild. They cheered him on, and in a few minutes, he pulled out, whipped her around quickly, and jacked his dick whip onto her awaiting face. The crowd exploded, cheering and yelling wildly as the teenage stud came.

Finally, the competition was over, and our side had won, thanks in a large part to the ministrations of Bill the Wonder-Teenage Stud. "He's almost as impressive as you, dear," Diana said to me. "Almost," I conceded. Of course, I had had help.

The cheerleader whom Bill had graced with his jism walked up towards us after the game. She first went up to Diana, and threw her arms around her. Diana kissed her vigorously, and helped lick off the remaining dried come. Then she came over to me. "Did Mom tell you?" she asked.

"Yes, he looks very nice, and has good stamina," I replied.

"But he'll never be you, Dad," she said, smiling.

I smiled and hugged my daughter vigorously. I called her my daughter, calling her my granddaughter made me feel too old.

As we left the stands, I looked around, at the field, at the stands, the few remaining spectators who were emulating the spectacle with a little coital competition of their own, and I thought back to the Pit, to where it all had started. I realized then, that the Slave Pit was no longer there. It was everywhere.

"C'mon, Dad, stop day dreaming." Veronica poked me. "I need to get back to the house to change. Bill's taking me to the Festival tonight."

I smiled. "Let's go home." I put my arm around her, and around her mother, and, surrounded by my daughters, I walked back to the car.