Archive-name: slave-pit

From: an186854@anon.penet.fi (Traffic Man.)

Subject: The Slave Pit [3/9] (mf, ff, mc, nc, anal)

This is a repost of the full installment of the Slave Pit.
Have fun, comments always appreciated.

Traffic Man.

Chapter 3: The First Catch

I opened the door after listening to the conversation outside for a few minutes. Kirstin seemed to be totally immersed in her role, and the girl she was leading on the leash was damn pretty. Making sure all my "all is well" fields were firmly in place, I opened the door.
"Maaaster," Kirstin cooed, and tried to jump up and kiss me while holding onto Jen at the same time. The result was interesting if not very arousing.
"Bring her in here, slave," I told Kirstin. She instantly complied. Jen trundled into my room in spite of herself. "Sit down, new slave," I told her.
"Who-- who are you?" she stammered.
"I'm your new Master," I explained. "What's your name, slut?"
Jen looked at me with a defiant eye, but I could see the suppressed lust engendered by the collar slowly working its magic. She remained silent. I turned to Kirstin, who looked at me expectantly. "Get my answer for me, slave," I said.
Kirstin smiled slyly, then moved slowly up to Jen. Still smiling, she grabbed Jen's long hair and yanked it backward, hissing, "Answer your Master, bitch!"
A yelp of surprise and pain escaped from Jen's lips before she answered, "J-j-j-j Jen Costas."
"Ahhh, Jen," I said. "Release her, slave." Kirstin let go of Jen's hair. Jen's head came back up, and she fixed with a stare full of hate. "What do you want with me, asshole?"
"Why, I should have thought that was obvious. I am your Master, and you are to be my slave. Your only desire will be for me to use your body in any way I see fit. It will please you more than anything else to be used and degraded by me and people of my choosing. You'll take great pleasure for my come spewing onto your upturned face, and you'll beg for more."
"You're sick," Jen spat.
"Perhaps, but I am also your Master, and you should start learning what that means. Slave?"
"Yes Master?" Kirstin answered.
"Strip down to your panties and bra."
Kirstin immediately obeyed, making sure when she took down her pants that she wriggled her cute butt at me in a very suggestive manner. My dick started to harden. When she was done, I said, "Come here and kiss me, slave slut."
Kirstin and I smooched for a while, our tongues playing in and out of each other's mouths. My hands roamed over her body, groping her ass and breasts. After a while, I broke the kiss and turned Kirstin around to face Jen, who was eyeing us with a mixture of loathing and surprise on her face. "What do you think is Jen's most attractive feature, slave?" I asked Kirstin.
Kirstin seemed to consider for a moment, then said, "Her breasts, Master. They're full, round, and begging for your hands."
"Go over and touch her breasts, slave," I told her.
"You're sick!" Jen yelled again.
Kirstin looked back to me with a puzzled look on her face. "Why- why do you want me to do that, Master?"
I fixed Kirstin with a cold stare, then grabbed one of her nipples and twisted it a quarter of the way around. "Are you defying me, slave?"
"Ahhhh- no, Master, please, I don't-- I'm not--"
I twisted it another eighth of the way. "Slave, you are whatever I say you are, you will do whatever I say you will do and enjoy it, because you are mine, and you will do whatever I say. It will give you great joy to kiss me, another man, or another woman as I say. It makes you feel dirty for me to tell you to do things to other women, dirty and used. And I know you like that. If you defy me again, you will be punished. Do you understand, slave bitch?"
"Yes Master."
"Now," I said, releasing her, "go over and rub Jen's pretty breasts."
"Yes, Master." Kirstin walked over to Jen unsteadily, put out a shaky hand, and started to fumble around Jen's left breast. Jen grabbed Kirstin's hand and threw it off of her, hissing, "Don't touch me bitch."
Kirstin's reaction was amazing. Her gaze became one of ice, and she slapped Jen hard on the face. "Don't defy my Master! He has told me to touch and I will." Kirstin then grabbed both Jen's breasts and twisted her nipples. Jen grabbed Kirstin and threw her down on the bed, and the two began to struggle. This was getting slightly out of hand, so I interceded. Moving quickly, I pulled Kirstin back off the bed. Jen, unable to rise from her past sit command, remained on the bed. "That's enough," I said. "Slave, I am ready to break in my new slave. You will go behind her and restrain her hands."
"I'll hold that cunt, Master." Kirstin spun behind Jen, grabbed the other girls hands and held them tightly behind her back. Jen struggled, but was unable to break the grip of Kirstin's frenzied strength. I approached Jen, smiling slightly. "Listen to me, my new slave, you are going to receive the touch of your Master now. It will excite you, you will begin to feel yourself earn for my touch on your tits, on your ass, and in your hot pussy. Soon you will beg for it, and only then will you find release as I use you to my satisfaction."
"No way, bastard! I'll never beg for anything from you!" Jen struggled but was still unable to break Kirstin's grip. I reached out and began to caress Jen's breasts through her sweater. Her eyes closed, and she turned her head away. I caressed them for a couple of moments, then reached under her sweater and rubbed them through her shirt alone. I could feel her chest begin to rise and fall a little faster as I did that. Excellent, I thought to myself, the collar is working. I rubbed her breasts through her shirt for a minute. They were quite large, and very soft. I reached down and untucked her shirt from her jeans. I reached up under her shirt, and she spoke for the first time since I touched her. "Please, don't..."
"Don't what, slave?"
"Please... don't... don't... touch, please..."
I rubbed my hands along her smooth, flat stomach, and then slowly raised her shirt and sweater up above her gorgeous breasts. They were barley constrained by the white lacy bra that was holding them. I thought it was a crime that such gorgeous tits weren't free, so I reached and undid the clasp in the front of her bra. I peeled the cups away, and her beautiful breasts were exposed. In the slightly colder air of my dorm room, the nipples hardened into sharp little nubs standing upright. I touched and caressed them, and I heard a small shuddering gasp escape Jen's mouth. Her struggling had ceased by now. Kirstin looked on, licking her lips in anticipation. I could tell she was growing excited by the attention Jen was getting. "You like this, slave? You like me rubbing your bare tits?"
"No, I... please, no... God, no... please..." Her pleas sounded halfway like she was begging me to continue. The collar was working it's magic well.
"Slave Kirstin, release Slave Jen's arms slowly." Kirstin nodded, and slowly let the blond girl's hands go. Jen didn't struggle. Her eyes still closed, she leaned back and supported herself upright with her hands, as I continued to play my hands over her nipples and breasts. Her breathing increased as I lightly twisted and manhandled her tits. Her slight protestations continued, but she did not struggle.
I motioned Kirstin back around to the front of Jen. "Play with her tits, slut," I ordered.
"Yes Master," Kirstin answered. She tentatively began to play with the other girl's breasts. Her manipulations became more sure of themselves as she gained confidence. "Do you like playing with her breasts, slave whore?"
"Mmmm, yes, Master, they're soft and nice to touch."
"Lick them."
Kirstin bent down without hesitation and began to kiss and lick Jen's tits. A soft moan escaped Jen's lips. Meanwhile, I began to rub my hand up and down Jen's thigh. Sensing no ill effects, I moved up to her waistline. Maneuvering around Kirstin as she gobbled at Jen's boobs, I unfastened Jen's jean snap, and unzipped her fly. Her panties were cotton, pink, very innocent looking. I touched the fabric. Not surprisingly, it was soaking wet. I began to press and rub Jen's crotch. Her moans became more pronounced, and her hips began to rock at me slightly.
I decided to stop rubbing her crotch through stuff. I pulled back, and said, "Slave Kirstin, stop what you are doing now. Move behind the new slave and take off her shirt, sweater and bra, while I remove her pants." Kirstin muffled a "Yes Master" at me as she grabbed a couple of more kisses off of Jen's prodigious breasts, then moved around behind while I quickly whipped off Jen's shoes. Reaching up, I grasped at the waist of Jen's pants.
Just then, Jen's struggles began again. I was about to discipline her when I realized she struggling to get out of her jeans, not to prevent me from taking them off. Smiling at her change in attitude, I quickly removed her jeans and panties with her help. Meanwhile, Kirstin had managed to remove Jen's top half of clothing, leaving her naked, lying back on the bed with the dog collar around her neck. Her pussy was blond, well-trimmed, and soaking wet.
"Now, Slave Kirstin, continue rubbing the new slave's breasts, and describe what I do to her using those naughty words all sluts know while I indoctrinate our new slave here."
"Yes, Master. Well, bitch, you certainly have changed your tune."
"No, please, no, God, fuck no, please oh Goood, please no.."
"Look at you, you whore. Look at how wet your little slutty twat is. Look how our Master plays with it. He's sticking his finger up your cunt, slave bitch, does that make you feel all wet and gooey inside. Mmm, fuck, I wish his finger was up my cunt right now. I'm so wet and ready for his cock. Look at him play with your clit, bitch. You like his finger running over your little clitty, huh, slut? Does it make you feel hot, wet and used? Now he's licking your cunt, God, doesn't that just make your twat cream? His tongue running up and down your pussy lips, adding his wetness to yours, tasting your cum juice. You like me rubbing your tits, whore? While I rub your tits our Master tongue fucks your little pussy, God, you must be one slut to be enjoying this. Now he's taking off his pants, slave whore. You know what that means? It means your Master's going to fuck your little cunt soon. His cock is hard and thick, and his come tastes sooo good. Soon your little twat is going to be filled with it. He's going to ram his big dick up your pussy, fuck you until you scream, come inside of you and then leave you, used and totally fulfilled."
"No, please, God, I... please, I, please..."
By now, my cock was hard and ready, and so was I. I placed my dick at the edge of her opening. "Prepare to get fucked, you slave cunt."
"No, I GOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD, FUCK, GOD, FUCK FUCK GOD, I FUCK GOD NO PLEASE FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" Jen exclaimed as I slipped inside her and began to pump. Her pussy was sopping wet, and seemed to be getting even wetter as I fucked her. Her moans and cries became more incoherent as I fucked her harder. After a few minutes of slamming her cunt, she suddenly reached up, grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me down on top of her as her cunt squeezed around my dick in orgasm. I felt her whole body shuddering with the force of it. Finally she let me go, and I went back to fucking her. After a couple of minutes, I was ready. "Get ready, slave bitch. Your Master's going to blow his wad inside you very soon. Oh YEAH!"
My dick finally shot out a stream of spunk deep into Jen's pussy. I felt the orgasm pour through me and into her, sending Jen into yet another intense orgasm as I had mine. After a minute, I pulled out of her. She was still moaning "no" and "fuck" softly now, as the waves of orgasmic pleasure subsided.
A spermy white trail began leaking from Jen's cunt. I motioned Kirstin over to me, then pointed at Jen's cunt. "You see that pussy, slave?" I asked her.
"Yes, Master?"
"I want it cleaned. Lick up all that nice come and pussy juice. As you do that, I'll think about using you next."
"Oh yes, thank you Master!" Kirstin threw herself on top of Jen and began to eagerly lap away at her cum-dripping pussy. "MMmph, it tastes so good Master. I love how dirty it makes me feel, licking your come from another girl's pussy."
"Swing your body around and position your crotch above the slave's face, Slave Kirstin," I ordered. Kirstin immediately compiled. Jen had her eyes closed, and a steady stream of soft protestations was still escaping her lips. They sounded more automatic now than anything else. I moved around to above Jen's head and took down Kirstin's panties. Her pussy was, like the night before, soaking wet.
I took my magicked cock and placed it lengthwise down Jen's pretty face, the underside of it resting on her nose. Her eyes snapped open, but her mumbling protests went on unabated. She stared straight ahead, looking wide-eyed at my eight inch pecker. I smiled, I wanted her to watch this. I took my hard dick and, not three inches away from Jen's face, impaled Kirstin's cunt.
"OOOOHHHHHHH YEEEEESSSSSSS, FUCKFUCKFUCK YES FUCK COCK CUNT FUCK PUSSY FUCK FUCK ME FUCK ME YES!" Kirstin's backside thrashed about against my pole as she tried to fuck me seven ways from Sunday. Jen's eyes were even wider now, as she continued to mutter and watched the fuck scene not four inches from her face. My balls dangled over her forehead as I slammed into Kirstin's pussy.
"Oooh fuck your little cunt, Master, fuck her good, cock her up and come in her little twat. I love feeling your cock slam in and out of me, stretching your little whore's cunt. I love being your whore, Master, it feels so good when you OHHHH FUCK ME FUCK ME COOOOMING!!!!"
Kirstin's orgasm sprang out of nowhere, and her hindside bucked and thrashed over Jen's mesmerized face. Her cunt gripped me like a silky vice as she spasmed and thrashed in the throes of ecstasy. Finally she slowed down. I continued to pump at a furious pace, and soon I felt a familiar churning in my balls. "Your Master is coming soon, slave bitch. Does that please you?"
"I love it when you come in my twat, Master. Fill my little cunt with your jism, Master, please, your little slave bitch needs it bad, feels sooo fucking bad."
"Here it comes, you slut cunt whore bitch GGGNNNNN ARRRRGH!"
Another of my magic orgasms rolled through me. I felt my hot jizz fly from dick and fill Kirstin's cunt with warm sperm. My dick kept twitching for about thirty seconds, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Finally my orgasmic feeling subsided. I rolled my still hard dick around in Kirstin's gushing pussy, trying to get as much of my come on it as possible. Then, I pulled it out slowly. As I did, I rubbed the shaft of my dick along Jen's wide-eyed face, covering her nose and left cheek with a slightly milky white mixture of come and pussy juice. As my head popped out of Kirstin's twat, come began to ooze out. Jen's eyes seemed transfixed by the sight, her mouth still muttering he "no"s and "fuck"s all by itself. I gently raised her head with my hands towards Kirstin's come- dripping vagina, whispering to her, "Taste my come slave, taste it from the cunt of another whore like you. See how good her pussy tastes with my sperm in there. Lick it all up." Jen's eyes remained wide as her tongue seemed to extend of its own volition towards Kirstin's love hole. I kept on lowly raising her head, until the tip of her tongue touched the very outskirts of Kirstin's labia.
"Ooooo, yess, lick my cunt you whore," Kirstin muttered, "lick it like the thirsty bitch you are. Thirsty for come, thirsty to drink her master's come from another's pussy."
Jen's tongue began small explorations of the very outskirts of Kirstin's pussy. As she continued, she became more enthusiastic, and started to lap eagerly at Kirstin's crotch. She raised her arms up and brought Kirstin's waist down in a careful embrace. Then she started licking away in earnest.
"That's it bitch, lick me clean, lick the Master's come from my cunt. Ooohhhhh, your tongue feels so good up there. Lick me, you little slut, lick me like the slut you are."
Kirstin's dirty talk was really turning me on, so I decided to push my magic dick to its limits. I grabbed Kirstin's hair and slowly pulled her off Jen's supine body. "Bitch," I said to her, "take the other slave and lie yourselves side by side on the bed. Your Master is ready to finish this session."
"Yes Master. I love it when you pull me around by my hair, it makes me feel all fuckin' used and degraded, like a whore slut should." I released Kirstin's hair. She moved to Jen, who had taken up her quiet muttering again. She helped the other girl move to where she was lying lengthwise on my bed, then lay down beside her.
I got on the bed and kneeled between the two of them. I started to stroke my cock hard, bringing it to orgasm as quickly as possible. Kirstin looked on with eager anticipation as I jacked my cock above her face. She licked her lips and smiled a wicked, sultry smile. "Are you going to come on my face, Master?"
"Yes, you little whore, how does that make you feel?"
"Like the slut I want to be, Master. Your little slut to use and come on anyway you want. Come on my face, Master, mark your little slut as yours, come on my face, cover it with jizz, come on my face, come on my face, please, your little cunt slut wants it sooooo badly, it tastes so gooood, fuck, goddamn good, fuck, come on my face, come come come..."
"Here it comes, get ready, catch it you bitch slut whore ARGHRPH!" My hand jacked back and forth furiously on my dick as a blast of semen erupted from the head. It landed with a satisfying wet splat on Kirstin's cheek. Another two jacks brought two more ropy strands making an x on Kirstin's face. the final few spurts landed on her other cheek and in her hair. I slowed down my pace, but I continued jacking as I felt my cock ready itself for another orgasm.
I turned and pointed it over Jen's face. "Are you ready to receive your Master's come from the source, bitch?"
"No, I ... oohhh fuck, no, fuck, God, fuck..."
My hand increased its tempo. "Soon, you will be a true slave, whore, as you receive your Master's hot come on your face. You'll feel completely degraded, and that will make you feel like such a wonderful little slut, won't it slave?"
"Fuck God fuck God fuck God..."
"Here it comes, I coming soon, very... very... UNNNGGGGG!" My fourth orgasm of the night rolled through as powerfully as the first. The come flew from my dick to splatter nicely all over Jen's wide-eyed face. As I shot my load all over her pretty mouth, I heard something unusual in her protestations: "Fuck God fuck God no fuck God YES fuck fuck fuck ahhhhhhh ohhhhhhh...." Jen reached up with her hands and pushed the come on her face into her mouth, savoring every last drop.
I smiled. She was mine and I knew it. She hadn't admitted it to herself yet, but her body would betray her every time. "Roll over and kiss the new slave, Slave Kirstin. Share my come between the two of you. When you are satisfied, help her and clean both of you up."
"Yesssss, Master," Kirstin sighed. She rolled over and started to kiss Jen tenderly. Soon, the two girls were locked in a fierce embrace, French kissing passionately and smearing my come around both their faces. I almost felt like coming on them again, but I had had enough for one night. I let my hard-on lapse, and went into the bathroom. After cleaning myself up, I returned to see the two ladies still at it. "Come on, you two little slaves. Clean yourselves up and put your clothes back on."
Kirstin broke their embrace, and led the still slightly shell-shocked Jen into the bathroom. A few minutes later they emerged and reclothed themselves.
Jen still looked a little stunned. I removed the collar from around her neck, and then transfixed her gaze with mine. "Listen to me carefully Jen. You will find that you are unable to speak about anything that happened tonight between you, Kirstin, and I with anyone except the two of us when you are alone with either of us." I emphasized the verbal commands with mental reinforcement. "You will not tell anyone else of our relationship. You will not attract undue attention to yourself, Kirstin, or I in any way, and you will not involve any authority. Do you understand, slave?"
Jen nodded once.
"You may leave."
Jen nodded dumbly again, and then walked out the door.
"Master, now that we are alone, how about you fuck me with that gorgeous cock of yours, all by ourselves."
"Your Master is tired now, slave, but he appreciates your efforts to be more slutty. Go home and take the collar with you. Unless I tell you otherwise, meet me again in two weeks, here, at this same time. You may go."
"Yes Master. Goodnight, and pleasant dreams." Kirstin smiled impishly as she walked out the door.

Chapter 4: A Slut is Born

Chapter 5: Enter the Mistress

Thursday night in the Pit was a slow time. People were off studying for weekly Friday quizzes, and by 10:30 the place was empty but for the staff. Sky Regina was working behind the counter, serving no one but herself. Her friend, Kirstin Corkey, was keeping her company that night, though Sky thought her friend looked somehow preoccupied. She asked Kirstin a question about a class, but Kirstin was off in space and didn't hear her.
"Hey, Earth to Kirstin, come in," Sky prompted.
"Huh? What?" Kirstin said, startled out of her reverie.
"I asked you about Calc, space cadet. What's got you so dreamy these days anyway?"
"Oh, nothing really, just a new relationship..."
"Oh, really? Why haven't I heard anything about this sooner?"
Kirstin suddenly realized that this gossip might draw undue attention, and her orders kicked in. "Oh, it's all so new, and I can't really say anything yet, it's just too soon."
"Oh, c'mon, what's his name?" Sky probed.
"Uh, it's... too early to say."
Sky was a little puzzled. Kirstin had loved to gossip about guys before. She decided to go a little more general. "So, what do you like in guys, then?"
"Oh, I like guys who know... how to take charge, who have... strength."
Sky arched an eyebrow. If she didn't know any better, she thought she had heard those words before, but never from Kirstin. Only from some submissives she had been involved with before. Sky was a dominatrix, strong and demanding and always on the lookout for willing partners. "Really?" she asked. "And this new boyfriend of yours, he's... strong?"
"Very."
"Knows what he wants?"
"Mmm-hmmm."
Sky decided to go for broke. "Dominating?"
"Yesss," Kirstin breathed, and her eyes fluttered. Sky's heart skipped a beat; she had never met anyone so reactive to submissive behavior. Kirstin was practically creaming in her jeans, and Sky felt herself getting warm between her legs as well. That's when a glint from Kirstin's backpack caught her eye. She looked more closely at the open pouch, and thought she saw a dog collar in its inner recesses.
That clinched it. Sky came around the counter and took her friend firmly by her arms. Kirstin's eyes widened. "Who is your Master?" Kirstin demanded.
"What? I... that is I... never had..."
"Don't lie to me bitch," Sky said in an icy tone. "I saw the way you reacted. You've got a Master and you love it when he dominates you, don't you?" Kirstin only looked scared and excited, refusing to answer. Sky reached down quickly between Kirstin's legs and felt at her crotch. The fabric of her jeans was warm and slightly moist. "Does it excite you when I touch you like this?"
Kirstin's mouth hung open, and her eyes rolled back. "Please..." she whispered, "I can't... I can't tell... please..."
"He ordered you not to tell, anyone, eh?" Sky continued to press and manipulate Kirstin's ever-wettening crotch. "Wants to keep this hot bitch all to himself, huh? Does it make you hot when I call you bitch?"
"Yessssss," Kirstin hissed, and started to press her pelvis into Sky's hand.
Sky quickly pulled her hand away and thrust it into Kirstin's backpack, pulling out the dog collar. "I suppose you feel like a real bitch when you wear this, huh? When your MASTER makes you wear this?"
Kirstin's eyes were wide and full of fear and excitement. "No, I don't... I haven't..."
Sky hurled the collar over to Kirstin. She missed catching it and it clattered to the floor. Kirstin dove down and snatched it up. Meanwhile, Sky rounded around the counter again, snatched up her purse, and began walking hautily away from the prostrate and upset Kirstin.
"Tell this non-existent Master of yours that he's got competition now," Sky said over her shoulder as she walked out the door of the Pit. Kirstin's eyes followed her with a mixture of fear and desire.

A timid knocking at my door jarred me from my drowsy state. I stared at the clock across from the bed; it read 12:15 AM. Hoping I just dreamed it, I turned back over, only to have it happen again. I threw the covers off of me, walked to the door, and looked through the peep hole in the door. Outside stood Kirstin, looking visibly shaken.
I opened the door and Kirstin fell into my arms, shaking and crying. "What the hell happened to you?" I asked. I thought for a second one of her ex-boyfriends had tried something, and I found myself ready to torture that bastard to the end of his days. In the next second, I was surprised at the intensity of my response for someone who hadn't given me the time of day just a few weeks ago.
But that turned out not to be the case. Kirstin slowly managed to gasp out the story of her encounter with Sky. At the end of it, I found my cock hard at the thought of Sky grabbing at Kirstin's pussy. "Why are you so upset?" I asked her after she finished.
"I wanted to tell her, Master, I wanted to tell her about you so she would..."
"She would what?"
"So that she would... keep on... playing... with...."
"You little slut!" I said in half surprise. "It made you hot to have that dominating bitch playing with your cunt, didn't it?"
"Yes, Master, I loved it when that bitch was touching my pussy. It made me so wet, God I just wanted her to suck me until I came screaming."
"But she wouldn't?"
"No, that bitch walked out."
"Well, we'll just have to teach her a lesson, eh?"
"What do you mean, Master?"
"Tomorrow, you and slave Jen and I will meet here. You'll call Sky and tell her you want to meet her at the Pit, while Jen and I go there ahead of you to set up. Then you'll meet us there..." and I laid out my plan for the next evening.

The phone rang at 10:30, Friday evening. Sky picked it up as she turned down her music. "Hello?"
"Sky, it's Kirstin."
"So, decided to tell me about your Master, slut?"
There was a slight pause on the other end of the line, and Sky could have sworn she heard Jen starting to pant. "Meet me at the Pit in half an hour," Kirstin said hurriedly, then hung up the phone.
Sky smiled to herself. She moved to her dresser, and pulled out her make-up kit. Carefully, she removed her special tube of lipstick; it was a color she liked to call "Bitch Red." She spread a liberal amount over her full red lips, blotted, and examined the effect. She was starting to look like a Mistress. Smiling, she continued her work.

Half an hour later, Sky made her way down the stairs to the Pit. Her long, straight blonde hair was pulled straight back severely, and her blood red lips stood out from her paper white face. She wore a loose chemise and a pair of tight, tight Spandex pants, hugging every curve. Her three- inch heels went click-clak down the stairs.
As she listened to the sound of her own walk, she realized that something was missing. It took her a moment to put her finger on it; there was very little sound coming out of the Pit. It just sounded like the TV, and nothing else. Curious, she moved forward.
She opened the door, and the main rooms by the grill was empty. The TV screens were quietly blaring by themselves. Crinkling her forehead in wonder, she moved to the side room with the pool tables.
She was more than a little shocked when she saw them. He was sitting in a chair from the main room, and he was completely naked. His hard dick was being worked on by the mouth of a very pretty young blonde, who was also naked except for a black choker around her neck. His eyes were closed as the girl used a rhythmic combination of sucking and jacking to bring him closer and closer to orgasm. Sky looked on in disdain; the thought of being that subservient to a MAN made her positively ill. That girl, though, had definite possibilities, and Sky could feel herself growing warm at that thought. Sky watched her little twat sway back and forth as she moved her whole body in the process of blowing him. After a moment, her hand moved in a frenzy, and he started to thrust his hips up towards her face. She sucked on the head of his cock one more time, and then jacked it hard until a veritable gusher of cum flew out of his hugely engorged dick, splattering all over her pretty face. She cooed and ooed and mmmed as his sticky white jism covered her cheek. After several large blasts, the girl sucked the remaining cum on his dick, eating it up hungrily.
Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at Sky. He didn't seem surprised at her being there. He held her gaze for a moment, steadily, then flicked his eyes up and down her form, as if he was appraising her. The nerve. The pretty blonde continued to clean his cock, which, Sky noted, had not lost any of its ridgedness.
Finally, Sky decided to break this ice. "You've got her well trained," she said.
"Slave Jennifer loves her work, don't you?" he replied.
"Mmmmm, yes Master, I love sucking your cock and feeling your come all over my face. It makes feel like just little nasty slut." She was finished with his dick now, she was wiping the cum from her face and licking her fingers. God, what a little slut, Sky thought. She's really getting into it. God, how I'd love to get some of that pussy. Jennifer? She's Jennifer Costas, my God, she's dating Jerimah Andrews, the star fullback and all-around neaderthal! I hope this guy is tougher than he looks, Jer was never one to take poaching his woman lying down.
"So, Mister Big Shot," Sky said, "how did you steal this one away from her boyfriend?"
He only looked at Sky with a smile, and said, "That would be telling. Why don't you tell her, Slave?"
"No one but my Master can me make feel so gooood. God, it's like a constant orgasm, rolling over me, feeling like such a dirty nasty whore. I fucking love it, nothing ever made me feel so fucking bad, so fucking good."
"Oh really? It doesn't look like you're having much fun right now to me."
Jen was about to answer her, when he put a restraining hand on her shoulder. The blonde looked up at him with large adoring eyes, waiting for his command. He lay her slowly down on the floor, and spread her legs open. Sky noticed that the lips of her pussy had been diligently shaved clean, leaving a thatch of hair near the top of her slit. He knelt in between her legs, and then touched one index finger to her pussy lips. Jen started to groan, and tried to grind his finger further into her pussy. But he would have none of it. Instead, he continued to stroke her labia, which were starting to glisten with the slickness of her pussy juice. Sky licked her lips and thought of tasting that. He continued his digital exploration of the outside of her cunt, and finally relented to her thrusts by slipping his finger inside.
Jen started to talk dirty. "Oh Master, I love it when you fuck me with your finger. Fuck my little slut cunt with that finger of yours, pump my little whore pussy with your hand. God, I fucking need it, I need your fucking hand up my fucking cunt, so fucking bad, God I'm such a little whore slut, fuck me, Master, fuck me!"
He continued to finger-fuck her hard, and she writhed in ecstasy. He then slowed down his rhythm, removed his finger, and lowered his head to her bald pussy lips. Sky's mouth was watering as she watched him begin to eat her. But her sultry gaze soon turned to one of amazement and surprise as she watched Jen's reaction.
"Ohhhh Gooood, yesssssss. Master Master MASTER! FUCK OH

Wow! I mean, wow! I watched Sky leave, her slim butt swaying behind her. I had NEVER expected, in my wildest dreams, to have to use that little of the power on her. I had expected to have to tweak her into that strange sort of dominate submission, but she seemed to just launch into it completely naturally.
Well, anyway, at least I didn't have to worry about grabbing more girls for a while; Sky would probably more than take care of that for me. It was time to put another plan into action.
"Master," Kirstin's voice drifted up to me, "my little whore pussy is just aching for some thick Master cock..."
Well, maybe it would be time later...

Chapter 6: The Sweet Fruits of Labor

The next Monday, I skipped class, and took a ride into the city, towards the main state university there. It took me a while, but finally I found the office of Prof. Harvey Molton. Harvey had the distinction, if you can call it that, of serving eighteen months minimum security time for his involvement in one of the biggest investment and embezzlement scandals of the decade. No one had ever pinned anything directly to him, but it was widely purported to be his idea all along. No one knew exactly how much he was worth, since no one knew exactly how much he had stolen. What did it get him? A part-time professorship at a distinguished university business school. What did it get me? It made him easy to find.
I sauntered past the secretary, who suddenly found herself totally engrossed in her paperwork. I didn't bother to knock as I opened his door.
He sat behind an imposing mahogany desk, in a high backed leather chair, reading papers in the light of a bank lamp with the windows shut. Could he be a little more cliched?
"Who the hell are you?" he asked.
I didn't even bother to be subtle; it wasn't worth my time. I slammed his mind hard, putting him into an extremely suggestible state. "Listen up, Mr. Molton. I am your best friend in the whole wide world. You trust me more than immediate family, more than your wife and kids, more than your accountant. You would literally do anything for me if I asked it of you, especially if it involved some questionable transactions with money, and you wouldn't think twice about it. You know I can be trusted if you get into gray or illegal areas of the law. You want to do anything in your power to make sure I'm happy, and my happiness is your greatest reward. Do you understand?" He nodded curtly, once.
I let up on the pressure on his mind. He shook his head, and looked up at me again. The tension seemed to drain away from his eyes, replaced with something like rapture.
"Hi Harvey," I said. "How's business?"
"Not bad, not bad at all. How are things with you?"
"Well, I could sure use some extra cash..."
"Heh heh, couldn't we all?"
"Well, what would you say if I told you I could get you access to any monetary fund in the whole world? Banks? Mutual funds? Anything you wanted. Do you think you could make some money appear in pocket?"
"Well, hey, it'd be easy if I had access, but who'd be crazy enough to let me near any of that kind of money?"
I thought I could feel my smile splitting my face.

It didn't take long. We drove to a large financial institution's office, rode the elevator up to the top floor, and within a few hours I had more money, safely in several different places, than I could ever possibly concieve of spending in a lifetime, and two dupes willing to take the rap if it ever came to light.
When I got back to campus, I called Jen, Sky, and Kirstin to my room. They arrived about fifteen minutes later. "You called, Master?" Sky asked.
I handed Sky my credit card. "Take this and go shopping. Buy yourself and the other sluts some lingere. Fishnet stockings, teddies, a nice variety. Put it all on the card, I'll take care of it. When you get back, make sure all of you have your whore cunts shaved correctly. Slave Jennifer can show you how. You have been keeping your cunt shaved, haven't you Slave Jen?"
"Oh yes Master," Jen replied. She unconsciously fingered the choker around her neck. "Whenever I do, I always think of your tongue licking across my bald pussy lips and your cock pounding away at my little shaved twat."
"Very good, Slave, you please your Master. Make sure these other two sluts do as well. Now go. Meet me Friday night, at the Pit, dressed in your new outfits. Make sure you bring any new sluts you find, Slave Sky."
"Yes Master," Sky replied. All three did a little bow and left. Funny, I didn't remember teaching them that. Perhaps Sky had taken it upon herself. I didn't mind, but I reminded myself to keep an eye on her. For now, it was time for a little homework.

The next day, Sky squirmed in her seat as her OChem professor rattled on about methane groups and other completely engrossing topics. Her new silky panties felt very nice, and they were distracting her no end. Sky tried to keep her eyes on her notes, but that only lasted for a couple of seconds. For the hundredth time, she glanced up at the clock on the far wall. 11:47, it read. Only three minutes, three agonizingly long minutes before class was done and she could...
She tried to make herself stop thinking about it, tried to make the time pass faster. But as her eyes came down from the clock they swept over the form of the brunette freshman in the third row, and she was transfixed.
Her face was delicate, and her chin was slightly pointed. She had auburn hair, and big brown eyes, the kind that could make men's hearts melt and their dicks hard. But she was too good for any man. Sky had discovered that her name was Kim, and that she was having difficulty on her assingments. That had been her first attempt at using her new power, convincing the TA to tell her about the cute freshman. She couldn't believe how easy it was. All she had to do was lay her two fingers on any exposed skin, and think a thought, and voila! Instant trust, instant belief, or, possibly, instant desire.
Sky turned back to the lecture and tried to listen, tried to make the class pass faster. The professor dragged on past 11:50 to 11:53, before the russle of papers finally convinced her that it was time to end.
Sky nearly lept out of her seat and tried to meander non-chalantly down the isle to the third row, where Kim was just gathering her things and stoing them away. Swallowin down her nervousness, Sky approached. "Hi," she said, nervously.
Kim looked up. "Hi?" she said, as more of a question.
Sky proffered forth her hand. "My name is Sky Regina, I'm a friend of Doris, our TA?"
"Oh, yeah," Kim answered, and took Sky's hand. Sky sent a mental impulse down through her fingers: <You trust me.>
Kim seemed to space out for a moment as they shook hands. Sky finally let the girl's hand go; it had been so smooth, so soft, just slightly cool. Sky could almost feel her mouth watering. "Anyway," Sky continued, "Doris told me that you were having some difficulty, and seeing as how she is really busy, was wondering if you would let me help you out?"
"Oh, uh... sure, that sounds great," Kim replied, smiling.
"Great, why don't we get together tonight, say around 6:30?"
"Oh, 6:30 on a Wednesday is when I have glee club, what about 9:00?"
"Perfect. I'm in East Dorm, room 451. You know where that is?"
"Yeah sure."
"OK, I'll see you then." Sky presented her hand again, and Kim took it. Sky sent another impulse, as hard as she could: <You desire me.>
As Sky walked away, Kim stood watching her with a strange expression, almost one of first discovering something you always knew was there. Sky didn't have to look behind her to know it was there.

Sky paced back and forth in the small confines of her dorm room. She was wearing her tightest pair of cutoff jeans and a t-shirt that barely came to the bottom of her breasts. She was cold, but she looked hot. She kept glancing at her clock. Today had seem run by clocks. It was 9:05, and she was getting impatient. She tried to school herself to calm, but couldn't seem to do it.
Finally, a knock came at her door, and she positively ran over to fling it open. Kim stood outside, looking a little sheepish. "Sorry I'm late," she said, "but glee club ran a little long. I got here as fast as I could."
"No problem at all," Sky said, reminding herself to try and do something nasty to the glee club leader if she ever found out who that was. "Come on in," she said, stepping aside and allowing the younger girl in.
Kim entered and looked around. "Nice room," she said. "Pretty big for a single." Sky closed the door behind her. Now, what was she supposed to do... oh yes. Sky went over to her desk and took out a small flat rock and placed it onto its twin on her desk. Her Master had told her that this would make it possible for them to make as much noise as they wanted without being disturbed. Sky had tried it out with her heaviest heavy metal album earlier today, and even at the loudest volumes no one had told her to shut up. Now she was ready.
She turned to Kim, who was looking at her expectantly. "Should we get started?" Kim asked.
"Yeah, have a seat on the bed." Sky motioned towards her bed, and Kim plopped her books and herself down onto it. "Well," Kim started, "I just can't seem to get my head wrapped around all these different names."
"Hmmm," Sky replied, "why don't we-- hey! That's a long lifeline you've got there!" Sky hoped her trust suggestion was in high gear; that segue had been a little stilted. To smooth over, she took Kim's hand into her own. "I'm a bit of a palm-reader," she explained. With her two special fingers, she traced some of the lines on Kim's upturned palm. "You really must trust people to let them just look at your hand like this. I mean, I barely even know you." Sky sent waves of trust through her two fingers and into Kim's hand.
"Well, I know this sounds a little silly, but I kinda feel like I could tell you anything. You have a very... trustworthy face."
Sky smiled. It was working! She started to try and send small pulses of desire mixed in with the trust waves as she danced her finger dance on Kim's palm. "Your love line is long as well," Sky said. "Though a bit bent." She winked at the other girl, as if sharing a secret.
"What does that mean?" Kim asked. Her breath seemed imperceptably shorter.
"Well, it means that you don't always follow the normal, boring paths of love, that's all. For you, love is an adventure." Sky started to push trust towards submission. "You like to experiment."
"Well, my last couple of boyfriends haven't thought so, but yeah, I guess you're right."
"Do you trust me, Kim?" Sky asked. Waves of trust, desire and submission boiled out of Sky's fingers.
"Yes," Kim said, slowly, "yes I do. I... I... I like you."
Sky smiled. "Your love line," she continued, "bends down, which means that while you like to experiment, you also like someone else to lead the way, don't you?"
"Yes," Kim replied. "How can you tell?"
"Why, it's all right here in your hand. You like someone else to take the lead, to take control. You like being told what to do. You've never let yourself know it, but you like someone else to tell you what to do in love and sex, don't you?"
"Ummm...," Kim replied, looking unsure. "I guess you're right. I've never let myself know it, but I feel that way right now."
"You want me to take the lead, don't you Kim?"
Kim's eyes seemed to pop out of her head at the suggestion, but she answered, in a quiet whisper, "Yes, I do."
"Kiss me, Kim," Sky ordered.
Kim leaned over, eyes still wide, and lips parted. Sky leapt like a snake and kissed Kim hard. Still holding onto her hand and pumping signals of desire and submission, Kim and Sky kissed passionately, eeach exploring the other's lips. Finally, Sky parted her mouth and let her tongue slip out to taste Kim's lips.
Kim went from fairly enthusiastic to madly passionate at that moments. She grabbed Sky's head and frenched her spiritedly. Sky enjoyed the feeling of Kim's tongue meeting hers, the pair intertwining, slipping slipperily around one another. Finally, Sky freed herslef from the lip lock and trailed her tongue across Kim's cheek and down the freshman's neck. Kim tried to ground Sky's head into her neck with her hands, her breath coming in gasps. Sky firmly took both of Kim's hands and continued her mental suggestions. "You want me to tell you what to do, don't you Kim?" she breathed in bewteen necking the younger girl.
"Yes, please, I like it," Kim responded.
"You want to obey what I tell you, don't you? I makes you feel good to obey me, doesn't it? The sweet desire of submission fills you, doesn't it?"
"Yes, yes! Take me please! Make me obey!"
"You want me to order you to do sexual things, don't you Kim?"
"Yes, oh yes, I never would have believed it before, but yes! Please! I love what you are doing!"
"You want to become my sexual servant, don't you?"
"Yes yes!"
Sky took her non-magicked hand from Kim's and started to feel her breasts. "You want to become my slave, don't you?" she said, going for broke, and sending as hard as she could, <Submission feels good>.
"Oh yes! Yes yes yes! Please, I want to be your slave. Please? It feels so good!"
"My slaves obey my every wish, no matter what I ask, and they love it. Will you do that?"
"Yes yes! It feels too good to stop please! I want to be your sex slave!"
Sky began to feed in a love of being degraded through her fingers. "My slaves know what they are, and love to hear and use degrading terms. Will you enjoy it when I call you a 'whore'? A 'bitch'? A 'slut'?"
"Yes yes! Call me names! Dirty, filthy names! Cunt slut whore bitch! Do it!"
"Take off your top and bra, slave," Sky ordered. It was time to have some fun. Kim had a wild look in her eyes as she nearly teared her shirt off her body. Her bra came off no less swiftly. Her breasts were small and perky, and her nipples stood at attention. Sky grabbed her hand again, and then began to suck on her tits. Kim gasped as Sky's pleasure-giving tongue slipped over her nipples and aureole. "Oh GOD! It feels so good when you lick my tits like that, Sky. It feels so fucking good!"
Sky cut short one of her long licks across Kim's chest to say, "Call me by my title, slave." She spoke in a tone that brooked no leeway. "Call me your Mistress, whore."
"Yes, Mistress, yes, lick my tits Mistress, lick my nipples, lick your slave's nipples!"
Sky pushed Kim back across the bed, and continued to suck at Kim's rock hard nipples. She continued to pump in a love of degredation into the younger girl through her magicked fingers, and Kim continued to respond beautifully. With her free hand, Kim pressed Sky's head into her bosom, saying, "Yes, oh yes, I never knew Mistress, I never knew how good a woman's tongue feels across my breasts! It feels so good! I love it when you suck your whore's nipples, don't ever stop, YES!"
Sky's mouth made a small popping sound as she pulled her head away from Kim's nipple. "Are you sure you don't want me to stop licking your nipples, Slave? Are you sure you wouldn't want me to lick somewhere else, bitch?" Sky reached between the freshman's thighs and grabbed at her pussy through her cotton panties. "Are you sure you wouldn't like your little slut cunt licked, whore? Would that make you feel good, Slave? To have your pussy licked by your Mistress?"
"Oh Mistress, yes! Lick your little slut's cunt! Lick my pussy with that tongue, please!"
"Strip, Slave," Sky commanded. Kim got off the bed and proceeded to tear the rest of her clothes from her body. Meanwhile, Sky carefully removed her shorts and top, revealing her shaved pussy lips and ample breasts to her new slave. "Turn around," Sky ordered. Kim slowly turned, showing off her cute ass as she faced away from Sky. Sky could hardly wait to get a piece of it. "Come here."
Kim walked over. Sky took her hand again and resumed pumping in a love of degredation, of being a slut. "Do you like my body, Slave? Does the sight of my breasts and cunt make you tingly inside?"
"Yes, Mistress, you have a very sexy body."
"Do you like the way my pussy is shaved, Slave?"
"It looks good to lick, Mistress, smooth and wet."
Sky reached down and felt the other girl's pussy lips. They were soaking wet. While playing with them, she said, "Do you want to keep being my slave, whore?"
"Yessss, Mistress, please..."
"Then after we are finished here tonight, I want you to shave your twat like mine, and keep it smooth. You must not tell anyone about me, and you must meet me in my room on Friday at 9:00 PM. I'll introduce you to my... friends, after that. But for now, lean back..." Sky slowly pushed the other girl back onto the bed as she lowered her head to waist level. She inhaled the girl's lovely sex scent, savoring in its pungency. Then she kissed Kim's pussy lips, careful not to use her tongue too soon. She kissed slowly up and down Kim's slit, and could feel the girl become more aroused and moist with every peck. Finally, she went for the kill. Slowly, she stuck out her tongue, and placed the very tip of it lightly against Kim's engorged clitoris.
"OH GOD YES MISTRESS! LICK MY SLUTTY CLIT, FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE! AAAAAAAHHHHGGGGG!" Kim's hips writhed and jumped as Sky licked away at her pussy. She had an orgasm within fifteen seconds, and was well on her way to another in the next minutes. SKy disengaged herself for a moment, though, denying the freshman, temporarily, second bliss. Instead, she swivled herself around and then on top of the younger girl, positioning her pussy directly above the waiting tongue of the eager young slave. "Eat your Mistress's cunt, like a good slave," she instructed. Kim hungrily dug in, making up for what she lacked in technique in sheer enthusiasm. Sky relished in the sensations of the first-timer eating at her cunt. In time, she will make an excellent pussy eater, Sky thought. But for now, Sky had other things to do. She lowered her head between the other girl's legs, and resumed her licking.
Kim's cunnilingus become intense as Sky's tongue worked her magic. Unable to cry out, she seemed to transfer her orgasms straight through her tongue and into Sky. However, the older girl needed something else. "Dirty whore," Sky said in between bouts of licking, "being a good slut and lube up your finger and stick it up my ass. Your Mistress orders you to finger-fuck her ass."
Kim eagerly obeyed. Sky momentarily felt Kim's finger at her pussy gathering juice, then more tenatively at her nether hole. She felt Kim run her finger around her ass pucker, then slowly slide it in. The orgasmic feelings she had felt last Friday with her Master came back to her then, and she enthusiasticly began licking Kim's pussy again. In turn, Kim began to fuck Sky's ass more vigourously, as the two girls' energy began to feed off of the other.
"Lick my cunt!" Kim cried.
"Fuck my ass with your slut funger!" Sky shouted.
"Oh make me come Mistress, make your slut whore COMMMMMME!"
"OH fuck, OH FUCK YES FUCK LICK MY PUSSY FUCK MY ASS YOU BITCH WHORE SLUT YESSSSS!!!" Sky's orgasm blasted through her as the freshman writhed under her in her own.
After a few minutes, both girls calmed themselves to the point where they could speak again. "That was very good for your first time, slut," she said, "but I expect your pussy licking to get much better."
"I will practice any time you wish, Mistress, any time."
"Good. Now go. Meet me back here at 9:00 PM tomorrow, and make sure your pussy is shaved like a whore slave's should be."
"Yes Mistress." Kim said no more, quietly climbing into her clothes, gathering her things, and then leaving after giving Sky a small kiss.
After she was gone, Sky fell back onto the bed with a wide smile on her face. Her life had definetly taken a turn for the better.

Chapter 7: Guests

I was frustrated. Not sexually, mind you, but at how difficult it was proving to master my mind powers. Manipulating people and single- purpose fields had been easy, like the most natural thing in the world. Making a field to make another field, however, was proving substantially harder. My current experiement was a loop of wire with a mental field around it, which, when an object passed through the wire, would project another field, rendering the object slightly smelly. It was tough even to come up with a simple thing like that, but I finally had it right on Friday afternoon. With any luck the next part of my plan would be able to start in a few weeks.
To celebrate my small success, I took a walk around campus, realizing I hadn't been out of my dorm room all day. Thus, it happened that I was walking through the quad when I saw Sky on the other side of it, looking away from me and tying her shoe. She hadn't spotted me. As she finished, she was approached by what looked like a freshman. He had slightly out of fashion clothes on, and his glasses didn't sit quite right on his head. He walked up to Sky, and the wind was just right so that I could hear their conversation.
"Excuse me," he said, "but do you know what time it is?" I immediately looked at his cuff, and saw what looked like the hint of a watchface peeking out from under it.
Sky whirled around, a furious look on her face. "Look chump," she said, and thumped him in the chest with her finger, "I don't have the time for you and I don't have the time to talk to you. Not now, not ever. Got it?" He nodded dumbly once. "Good," and she strode off in a huff.
Well, I thought to myself, that was pretty darn rude. On impulse, I walked up to the guy. "That was harsh," I said.
I had obviously startled him out of his shocked reveree as he jumped nearly out of his skin. "What? Oh... uhhh... yeah... uhhh..."
"What's your name?" I asked, trying to give him something to focus on.
"Dave," he answered, "Dave Perowitz."
"Well, Dave, if I told you that I knew a way to... return her favor to her, would you be interested?"
"Well, I... uhhh... I dunno... uhhh..."
"Look, I've had that happen to me too many times to try and jerk you around about it. I sympathize, I've been there."
"Really?" he said, and the look in his eyes was both sincere and laughable.
"Yeah, we all have, but I can give you a chance, like I said, to return the favor. All you have to do is 'Yes,' and trust me."
"Well, as long as it doesn't hurt anybody..."
"Believe me, Dave," I told him, confidence filling my voice, "no one's going to do anything they won't love. Meet me at my room, Blunsdell Dorm, tonight at around 9:00, and I'll tell you more then, OK?"
"Uh... OK." He shook my hand, and walked off looking a little more confident than before.
Sky was in for a surprise tonight.

At around 9:15 I heard a timid knock at my door. Figuring he was late squaring up his courage, I opened it at a polite pace with a polite smile. "Hi Dave," I said, "come on in."
"Thanks," he replied, stepping inside. "Nice room," he commented.
"Thanks. Now, this is the deal. Basically, you take this--" I presented a small polished stone in my outstretched hand "-- to the Pit tonight, now, and you wait there. Around 9:50 or so, you will notice that the place will start emptying out very rapidly. When that happens, hide over by the Space Invaders box, where you can look out onto the pool tables without being seen. Wait there, and I'll arrive shortly. I'll be with other people, and some things may happen that you don't expect. Whatever happens, don't leave. I'll call you out when the time is right, and then..."
"And then?" Derek asked, his interest piqued.
"Just do what comes naturally," I said, smiling my evil grin.

9:45 rolled around, and I started to set up my standard fields around the Pit, making sure there were holes for the girls to get through as they arrived. True as clockwork, a couple of minutes later, everybody began to pour out, and very soon the place was empty. I trundled down the stairs, taking a quick peek at the grill to make sure everything was turned off. It wouldn't do me any good to start a fire in my own playground.
As I strolled back into the pool table area, I caught Dave's shadow by the Space Invader's machine. The stone I had given him prevented my "leave-and-ignore" fields from affecting him. Just to be on the safe side, I set up a small field in him to make sure his attention was too rapt to even consider leaving. I give him a small thumbs up sign, and then Kirstin and Jen arrived.
Both were wearing halter tops and mini-skirts, with garters and something that looked like teddies. "Good evening, slaves," I said.
"Good evening, Master," they replied, giving me a small curtsy.
"Take off your tops and skirts, bitches," I instructed. I thought I heard Dave give a small gasp. Kirstin and Jen both smiled slightly as they removed their skimpy tops and bottoms. Underneath, Kirstin was wearing a red teddy and stockings, without any panties. Jen was wearing a matching green outfit, again without panties. Jen reached over and rubbed her hand over Kirstin's bald pussy lips, and I thought I caught another peep from Dave. "Do you like Slave Kirstin's nice shaved cunt lips, Master?" Jen cooed as she storked the other girl.
"You have done well, but I have yet to see Slave Sky's pussy. Where is she?"
"She is bringing a new slave," Kirstin answered.
"Aha, that is welcome news. Well, while we are waiting, why don't you undress your Master?"
The girls laughed and compiled. They eagerly assisted me as I removed my clothes, and then I lay down on the floor. Mentally reminding myself to bring a mat next time, I said, "Slave Jen, suck your Master's cock. Slave Kirstin, come here and let me give your pussy a more... through examination."
Jen immediately dove onto my dick, sucking at eagerly and quickly bringing me erect. Meanwhile, Kirstin lowered herself over my face, and I began to lick at her pussy. "Ohhhhh... Master, your tongue feels so good against my hairless twat lips... mmmmmm, lick your slave's twat, lick her little whore twat, she needs it, her little slut cunt needs your hot tongue, oh fuck yes! Fuck your little whore cunt with your tongue, Master, suck my little slut clit, make your dirty slave come, make her come!"
Kirstin's cunt was especially sweet and smooth; she must have just shaved it today before coming over. "You like it when I suck your cunt, you little bi-slut bitch?"
"Tell that little bitch what she is, Master," Jen encouraged as she swirled her tongue around the head of my shaft.
"Keep sucking his cock, whore," Kirstin replied. "You little bitch whore, you like sucking his dick, don't you, little cock-sucking slave slut! Mmmmm, lick my clit, Master, lick my dirty little whore bitch clit, making your slave come, Master, making her COME! YES! OH GOD YES!" Kirstin's thighs shuddered as her orgasm rolled through her, and her slit flooded with her juices. I lapped eagerly, tasting her sweetness, before Jen began to tease an orgasm from my now sensitive cock. "Why don't you go give Slave Jennifer a hand, bitch?" I told Kirstin. She smiled down at me and them moved down my body. Her lips joined Jen's as they moved up and down my dick. Their tongues massaged both sides of my cock as they licked it up and down the shaft. Soon, they had me thrusting my hips skyward in anticipation of my impending orgasm. "Lick me harder you slut whores!" I commanded.
I felt one of them grab my cock and bob up and down on the top of it while the other licked at my balls. The effect was devastating. "Yes, lick it lick it making your Master come, catch it catch it OH YEAH!" White hot jizz boiled out of my dick, slamming into the back of Jen's throat. She slurrped hungrily at it, making sure she got every drop. As I came down, I noticed Kirstin licking at the base of Jen's lips, trying to catch any escaping sperm. Her efforts weren't producing much, however; Jen was quite proficient. "Share your Master's come, Slave, don't be a greedy slut. Jen slip her lips carefully off of my dick, and then proceeded to kiss Kirstin, slowly but with passion and lots of tongue. As I watched the two horny women kiss each other, every once in a while I caught a glimpse of a come-coated tongue.
I glanced back to make sure Dave was still ensconced in his hiding place. As I managed to pick out his form among the shadows, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. As I arose and turned to see who it was, a deep angry voice shouted, "YOU SON OF A BITCH!", and a fist slammed into my face.
The only thought on my way down to deep unconsciousness was, "How the hell did they get in here?"

Jer Andrews was a man possessed. Jennifer had been ignoring his calls ever since their last, strange night together where she had begged him to dominate her during sex. After that, it was like he didn't even exist as far as she was concerned, and he was hell-bound to find out who had taken his Jen away. So, he had grabbed his two buddies from the line, Jeff Tolkas and Miron Davis, and had followed Jen from her dorm room that Friday night. They had trailed her to a friend of hers' place, Kirstin Corkey, and then had followed the two of them to the staircase leading to the Pit. There, suddenly, they had almost given up.
"There's nothing going on in there, Jer," Miron had said. "I mean, there's just nothing to see here, can't you tell?"
"Uh... yeah, I..." Jer had responded, hesistantly. Something deep inside him susepcted he was being tricked somehow. His smarter, older brother, that liitle pipsqueak sonofabitch, had always been tricking him one way or another since he was five, and he had that same feeling again. "Wait a minute!" he snapped. "We saw them go down there, didn't we?"
"Yeah, uh, yeah we did," Jeff replied.
"And they haven't come out yet, have they?"
"No, no."
"Then they're still in there. Come on, let's go," and before he could think about it, he had run down the stairs. Taking the first few steps had been like walking in a hurricane; all he had thought about was how there was nothing going on down there and that they should look elsewhere. Gravity had propelled him onwards, though, and at the bottom, his head suddenly had cleared and he had thought he heard something from inside. Jer had noticed his two buddies were still at the top of the stairs. "Come on, dumbfucks, let's get in there!" he shouted. "Just start walking and don't think about it, come on!"
The other two had hesitantly, step by step, proceeded down the flight of stairs. Finally, all three were at the bottom, and had walked inside.
The first thing Jer noticed was that Jen looked really hot, in some new lingere and stockings, and her pussy was shaved. The second thing he noticed was that she had just finished sucking on some other guy's prick.
He had punched the guy out without thinking, yelling inarticulately and pummling him until someone had pulled him off.

"Stop it, stop it, don't hurt my Master!" Kirstin screamed, tugging at the football player's arm. Jer let himself be pulled away. He looked at the naked guy beneath him, and then spat on him. "Don't you ever look at Jennifer again, you hear me you goddamn sonofabitch! EVER!" He kicked him again for good measure.
"What do we have here?" called a voice from the doorway. Everyone in the room looked to the doorway. There, in a pair of extrememly tight jeans, stood Sky, and standing next to her in an extra- short mini-skirt and high-heels, was Kim.
"Who the fuck are you?" Jer demanded.
"Let's just say I am the Mistress of this place," Sky replied enigmatically. "I run this little soiree every Friday night, and it seems that you have crashed the party."
"Well, your party's over, bitch," Jer spat back. "I dunno what kinda weird lesbo crap you're into here, but I'm taking Jennifer and I'm leaving, just as soon as I finish tearing this sonofabitch back here a new asshole and shoving his head inside it and pissing all over him, you here me!"
"Oh come now, Jerimiah," Sky replied. "Don't leave when the party's just starting. Some of my girls, like Jen and Kirstin over there, like to have some men around sometime, and that's why we keep Mr. Unconscious over there around. But now that you're here, I think that all of us could have some fun, don't you?"
"No way, sister, I--"
"Hey Jer," Miron interjected, "why don't we, ah, hear the lady out?"
"Your friend there has a good idea, Jer," Sky said, coating her voice as much as possible with sultry sweetness. Leading Kim by the hand, she sauntered over to where the other girls stood, trembling. As she lay her hand on each, she sent relaxation suggestions through her fingers, and their nervous shaking subsided. "I mean, Jer, why just saddle yourself with one woman, when you might just have a chance at both Jen, and Kirstin, and Kim here?" At that, Kim looked up in surprise and shock at Sky, but the older girl took no notice.
"Yeah Jer," Jeff peeped up, "why do a dumb thing like that?"
"Don't throw away an opportunity to be Master for a night, Jer, you may never get it again."
"Master for a night, huh?" Jer said, contemplating. "Jennifer, com'ere." Jennifer walked forward. Jer reached down and touched her pussy. It was sopping wet. "Last time we fucked," he said, "you wanted me to... what was it you said, dominate you? You want me to do that now?"
"Yes, please, Master," Jen replied, her voice quavering with desire.
"Hey hey hey," Miron said, "she really wants it. You, in the red, come here." Kirstin walked over to the sandy-haired linesman. "You wanna be my slave tonight?"
"Yes, of course Master," Kirstin answered.
Not to be outdone, Jeff motioned at Kim. Kim, however, looked as white as a sheet. Sky placed her special hand on the freshman's neck, send calming waves along with some sexual excitement. She leaned over and whispered in the younger girl's ear. "Slave, he'll degrade you just like I did, and it'll feel sooo goooood to have his big cock in you, won't it?"
Kim calmed visibly and nodded. She swallowed and walked over to the thick-necked football player. "So, are you gonna be my slave?"
"Y-y-y-es, M-m-m-master," Kim replied, nervously.
"Hey hey hey," Miron said, "everybody's got a bitch. Hey, slut, get down on your knees and suck on my dick a while, OK?"
"Of course, Master." Kirstin dropped to her knees and fished out Miron's cock from inside his pants. She began to eagerly tease it into hardness.
"Blow me, you whore," Jer ordered. Jen complied meekly, sucking tenderly on Jer's squat, fat prick.
"Uh, how about a blowjob?" Jeff asked.
"Okay, I guess," Kim replied. She shyly pulled at the tall man's zipper, and timidly removed his cock, which was already half hard. She carefully kissed up and down the length of it.
"Yee haw!" Miron shouted. "We got ourselves a regular orgy going on here! That's it, suck my dick, bitch, you know the way I *like* it, you're a pretty good little slut!" As Miron shouted, Jer sternly began thrusting his dick in and out of Jen's mouth, while Jeff simply stood dumbfounded as Kim continued her quiet pecking.
As unobtrousively as she could, Sky began backing out of the pool area and towards the bar, where she hoped to find some water to revive her Master. As she backed up, she suddenly felt a hand against her back and something else pressing against her. Reaching around, she found it was a cup of water, already filled. She didn't have time to look behind herself and thank whatever fortune had sent her this boon.
"Turn around and shove the slut ass high in the air, bitch, I wanna fuck that cute little pussy of yours. Yeehaw, what a night!" Miron called out. Kirstin smiled and laughed as she turned around. Miron jumped on top of the prostrate girl and began to hump away.
Jer grabbed Jennifer's hair and pulled her up slowly. "Get down on all fours like the dog bitch you are. I'm gonna punish you for running out on me." Jennifer compiled, fear in her eyes. Jer penetrated her easily and began fucking like a man possessed.
Jeff softly put a hand on Kim's head and pointed to the ground. Kim nodded, lay back, and spread her legs. Jeff slowly positioned himself on top of her, and was about to guide his throbbing member into Kim's pussy, when suddenly someone grabbed his hair and yanked his head up hard.
"Coitus interruptus, I'm afraid," he said, then he kneed Jeff in the face.

It was hard to imagine I could hurt an worse than I could when I came to. Sky was splashing water as quietly as she could on my face, and when I tried to sputter she closed her hand over my mouth and shook her head violenetly. I swallowed the water as best I could then followed her finger as she pointed towards the pool tables. There, I saw Jermiah Andrews screwing Jen like it was his last act on earth. When I got through with him, it just might be.
I got to my feet as best I could, and found that the football brutes were too wrapped up in there little orgy to notice me. The third one, Jeff, hadn't quite started with a girl I didn't recognize, but I decided that if it turned out to be his girlfriend, I could patch things up later.
I kicked Jeff off the one girl, and that finally got the attention of Jer. He looked up from Jen's back, and fixed his eyes on me. "Well, look who's up." He slid out of Jen slowly, and I noticed his blond companion had done the same. Jeff was still dazed, as a quick glance to my left revealed, so I decided to concentrate on these two for now.
They took a step towards me. "You will feel intense pain, now," I said, and I slammed into their minds with everything I had.
The effect was as stupendious as it was satifying, in a primal way. The two literally bounced off the floor in their thrashings, screaming out in agony. After about thirty seconds, I relented. "Get up," I ordered, and included Jeff this time. They complied slowly. "Now freeze where you are until I say you may move again." They all stopped like statues. I etched the following commands as deeply as my powers would let me: "You will never be able to speak of this night ever, under any circumstance, nor will you be able to communicate who or what did the acts of this evening to you. Whenever you see a person to whom you are attractied, you will feel an uncontrolable urge to wet your pants. Furthermore, you will be belligerent and mean, especially when you think it might get you into a physical fight, but then you will find yourself unable to harm the other person in any way, nor to defend yourself against them. These orders will last ten years from this day, and at the end of those years, you will find that all you want to do is to go to work, go home, and sleep, in that order. This will last for another ten years, and after those years, you will seek out a monastery and live the rest of your lives penniless. Though you will always desire money, women, and drink, you will find youself unable to have any. Now GO!" As the three ran out of the Pit, I noticed that the front's of all three of their pants were wet with urine.

I turned back to the girls. They were all watching me in awe. I think I liked that. "Now, my good little sluts, you did very well. You acted precisely as I would have imagined, and I thank you that I came to no more harm. Now, hold out your hands." They did so, and I projected a small field onto each one. "From now on, if anyone assaults me to the point where I am unconscious, all you need to do is to touch the attacker with your hands and say, 'Sleep,' and they will fall into a deep slumber. Do you undertstand?" All of them nodded except for the girl in the mini- skirt, who I presumed was Sky's catch of the week. "Well, Slave Sky," I said, "what have you brought me?"
"This is my first catch for you Master, a fresh-slut named Kim. She has already shaved her pussy like a good little slave, and is ready for you."
"She is quite pretty, Slave Sky. You have made a fine first catch."
"I... don't understand," Kim sputtered, "Mistress, please, I don't think I like this--"
I placed my hand on her arm. "Slut, look at me," I ordered. She turned her head towards me. "While we are here, in the Slave Pit, *I* am the only Master, and Slave Sky is just that, a whore slut like the rest of you. Outside here, she is your Mistress, but inside here, you are mine."
"He's right, slave," Sky agreed. "I am his slave slut in here, just like you are. I catch my Master new sluts like you, and he lets me have them afterwards. While we are in here, you are his slut cunt, to do with as he pleases."
"And I please to use your cunt tonight," I continued. "Show it to me, Slave Kim, show me your little slave twat."
Kim looked confused and yet strangely excited by this odd group of people. She undid the zipper on the side of her mini-skirt, and let it fall to the ground. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her labia were smooth, and the patch of hair above her slit, a light chesnut color, looked soft and curly.
I knelt down and placed my nose near her sex, inhaling her fine aroma. I then lightly kissed the outside of her pussy, laying light kisses all around her labia. "Your slutty cunt tastes very nice, whore," I told her.
Kim glanced over at Sky. "Mistress, I--"
I snapped to my feet, and glared at Kim sternly. She reflected my gaze with fear. "I am going to have to teach who is the Master and who are the slaves here, aren't I bitch?"
"No, I--"
"Slave Sky, bring me a chair." Sky obeyed quickly. I sat down, then motioned Kim to lay across my lap. She complied humbly. "Now learn your lesson, slut," I said, and I brought my hand down hard on Kim's lovely small ass. She cried out, and I smacked her again. Seven more times made an even ten, and by then Kim was sobing apoligies. I lifted her off my knees, and then slowly placed her down on all fours. I walked a few steps away, and then turned back to the tear-stained girl. "Now," I said, "crawl over here, and covince me that my little slut wants me to fuck her."
Kim crawled over towards me, saying, "Please, oh please, Master, fuck me, please, Master, I want to be fucked, I need to be fucked, fuck little Kimmy, please, oh please Master, please let me suck on your cock and then fuck me with it, fuck my slutty little cunt, my slutty little shaved cunt, please, tell me I'm a slut whore that needs to be fucked for her own dirty little good." A step away, she turned around and presented her cunt tome, thrusting and waving her shapely ass towards me. "Please, see how wet my little bitch twat is, I loved it when you kissed it, it made me so wet to have your lips on my little slut pussy, I need it, I need to be fucked, please, OH FUCK GOD YES!" she screamed as I surprised her from behind with my eight inch member.
Her little cunt was tight around my prick, tighter than any of my other slaves. It held my prong like a velvet vice as I plunged it in and out of her. The other girls called out encouragement. "Fuck that slut!" "Fill that bitch's twat with your cock, yeah!" "Fuck her good, Master, show her what it means to be your whore."
"Fuck me harder, Master, give it to me good!" Kim screamed out. I was already pounding her pretty hard, but picked up my pace and really rammed it home. Kim responded enthusiastically; "Oh YEAH FUCK!

Chapter 8: The Future

The school year passed quickly, and I spent with my four main slaves and any other catches Sky happened to bring. While I wasn't busying myself with them, I continued to refine my field-creating fields. After my initial breakthrough, I found that I could add relatively complicated fields to the end product without too much difficulty.
Harvey continued to manage my fortune. The bank manager, I later learned, had been fired for losing a substantial sum of money. No one even breathed a whisper of my name.
Meanwhile, I searched for the maker of those chokers I had given to Kirstin, Jen and Sky. I was pleasantly surprised to discover they were relatively local. I wandered over one day and checked out the place. I discovered that the entire process was fairly automated, and that most of the crafting was done by one large cutting machine.
It was perfect. I instructed Harvey to buy the company, and put him in charge of it. As soon as I held title, I went to work. I spent three days straight at the factory, putting a field of incredible complexity around the main machine. Bolts of cloth went in one end, and chokers with special fields came out the other. One of the properties of these fields was that women would find incredibly attractive, and consider themselves twice as pretty while wearing one. Women who saw other women wearing these chokers would find themselves compelled to buy one, and to complement the owner. Women wearing them would find incredible willpower to keep themselves as in shape and slim as possible without being anorexic. Of course, they would always think that it was their own idea.
But secretly, the chokers would implant suggestions deep in their unconscious. A love of degrading sex. A passion for both men and women. A desire to be submissive to men during sex, as well as a desire to have sex often. A craving to talk dirty during sex. A complete lack of any sexual hang-ups or taboos. An appetite for wearing skimpy, sexy, and lacy underwear. In short, women would love wearing the chokers, and the chokers would turn them into complete sexual slaves. However, the sexual suggestions would be hidden, locked away from conscious and subconscious thought. The only thing that would release these feelings would be a code phrase. Only the underwear craving would show through without the code phrase.
I racked my brains for an hour before I came up with a phrase that would probably never be mentioned in casual conversation, yet didn't sound too strange. I impregnated the field with the code sentence, "Have you ever been held by moonbeams and green cheese?" It sounded like a pick-up line gone wrong, which was just perfect.
After a month of business, orders began to pour in. We installed two more machines with the profits, and began to produce different styles. Of course, the new machines had fields around them just like the first one, producing magicked chokers.
After a year, Secret's chokers were the hottest selling clothing item. After another year, the popularity continued unabated. Harvey was interviewed by all the major fashion publications, and chalked his success up to well-timed marketing strategy. He continued to feed me a piece of the profits, which kept me well above the poverty line. Well above. Aerobics classes and gym attendance tripled. Women slimmed down, and stayed there. Harvey opened a chain of gymnasiums, and with a little persuasive advertising, they did quite well.
After five years, hardly a woman in America didn't own at least five Secret's chokers, and most women in Europe and Australia had at least one. Some look-alikes tried to cut into the market, but they simply couldn't compete. I wonder why.
For a while, I had a hard time keeping up with all the new machines, but I managed. The master field became easier and easier to produce; eventually I could whip one out in about an hour.
During this time, I finished school, and said good-bye to Kirstin, Sky, Jen, and all the rest. Keeping up with the new machines became a full-time pursuit, and for two years I had little time for slaves.
Finally, though, after five years our capacity had just about reached equilibrium, and I took a long vacation. I headed out to the backwoods, into an obscure part of Yosemite, for some R&R on my own. The trees and open air gave me time to depressurize.

Early afternoon was relatively cool by the stream I had camped out by. The beautiful Yosemtie valley surrounded, and at this time of year, was relatively quiet and uncrowded. I was the only soul about for at least two miles, as far as I could tell. I had chosen a secluded glade by the spring last night for its convenient to the spring; thus a wall of trees and grasses kept me from prying eyes.
I had taken off my shirt and was relaxing on a rock, soaking up the sun, when a rustle from the grass beyond the glade caught my attention. I kept as still as possible, hoping that a deer or some other creature of the woods would surprise me with a visit.
And indeed, a creature of the woods did step out into the glade, though not the one I was expecting. She couldn't have been more than sixteen years old, but she was quite developed. Her hips showed the first hints of curves, and her breasts poked out tantalizingly behind her t-shirt. A whisp of red hair drifted out from underneath her cock-eyed cap. She wore hiking boots and had a camping utility belt that looked as though it had seen lots of use. Around her neck she carried three canteens, and in her hands was a collapsible bucket. She looked surprised when she saw me, but her initial startlement quickly gave way to a friendly smile. "Hi there," she said.
"Hello," I replied.
"My parents sent me to get some water. Mind if I use your stream?"
"Go right ahead. The woods are for everybody."
"Thanks." She walked over to the stream, away down from where I lay on the rock. She dropped the bucket, and removed the canteens from around her neck. As she did, the choker the straps had been hiding came into full view. One of mine. I carefully tested the field around it and her. She had been wearing one for quite a while, it appeared, the commands were implanted quite deeply, buried behind my keyword.
"How long have you been camping?" I asked.
"You mean this time, or all my life?"
I laughed. "Both."
"Well, we're in the middle of our annual two week trip," she answered as she bent over to scoop water into the canteens. "This is the second time we've done Yosemite, and, oh, I dunno, my seventh camping trip, I think." She raised herself up, quickly screwing the top onto one canteen. "How about you?"
"This is my first trip anywhere in a long time," I said.
"Really? Why?"
"Work."
"What do you do?"
"I write songs," I said.
"Really? Any I've heard of?"
"I don't know. Ever heard of a song that starts, 'Have you ever been held by moonbeams and green cheese?'"
The effect was fascinating to watch, from a mental point of view. The hidden directives flew out from confinement, seemed to explode into all her mind for an instant, then simply melded back as if they had always existed there. Physically, she blinked strangely a couple of times, shook her head a moment, then replied, "No, I don't think so."
"Hmmm. I'll have to try and find a new band."
"Huh. Yeah." She was visibly distracted. "Well, I better finish up." She turned back to fill up her last canteen.
"Just a minute, I don't even know your name."
"Rachel. Rachel Howser."
"Well Rachel Howser, I have a question for you," I said, sliding down from my rock. She was now bent over, filling the canteen. I crept up behind her quietly.
"Hmmm? What's that?"
I reached out and grabbed her buttocks firmly. Her ass was firm, and I could feel through the thin material that all she wore underneath was a g-string. "How long have you been wearing slutty underwear like this?"
"WHAT THE HELL?" Rachel whirled around, and nearly lost her balance as she did. I grabbed her arm, pulled her close, and with my other hand reached behind her and got a firm grasp on her shorts and the g- string underneath. "Come on, Rachel, we both know that only dirty little sluts like you wear underwear as slutty as this." I pulled her shorts and g- string up tight, and I could feel the g-string slowly work its way up inside her pussy lips.
Rachel was still a little off balance, both mentally and physically, with strange new desires conflicting with old beliefs. "What? I'm not- Let me- " She struggled against me, but wasn't using her full strength. Thus, her squirming only served to push her string panties further into her crotch.
"You never would admit to yourself before, but you dreamed of men dominating you, calling you slut and whore and bitch, and you loving it, loving every minute of it, because it's what you are, a little slut whore bitch that loves to fuck cocks and eat cum. You love it when they tell you that, you love it when you say it, it makes you feel pleasure, such pleasure, deep inside. You're feeling that now, aren't you?"
"No, no, no, I-"
I let go of her shorts for an instant, just long enough to dive my hand underneath her waistband, sliding it around the back of her ass to the moistness of her pussy. I held her like that, feeling her sopping wet pussy writhe against my hand, as I said, "You want to go and yet you don't. You want to stay and yet you don't. You know you're a slut, you feel it inside you, you feel it when I touch your wet pussy and you struggle against me, getting hotter and wetter all the time. You just haven't admitted it to yourself."
Her eyes were closed, her breathing short, and her struggles had turned into a slow grind against my fingers. "You like feeling my hand against your cunt, don't you?"
Her eyes snapped open, staring into mine with fear and confusion and lust. "I-"
"Say it, say you like my hand against your cunt."
"I-"
"Say it."
"I-"
"SAY IT."
"I like your hand... against my cunt."
I kissed her. She responded timidly at first, then with greater enthusiasm as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. I let go of her arm, and slipped both hands inside her shorts. I grasped her g-string firmly, and then pulled it up slowly, digging it deeper in between her labia. She broke the kiss with a gasp as she felt the underwear slide deeper inside her. "You've had these feelings before, haven't you? Showering with the other girls after gym class, seeing those perky young tits and asses. You felt yourself grow warm, but didn't know why and tried to hide it. You knew you were a bi-slut, hungry to take a pussy or a dick anytime, but couldn't admit to yourself, didn't you?"
"Oh god," she groaned. She reached down and started to press at her crotch through her shorts. I hiked her g-string up another half an inch. She gasped. "God, it feels- I feel- I never-"
"You feel desire, lust, like you've never felt them before, don't you? Your lust flames when I call you slut and whore, because you know that's what you are. You want me to totally degrade, totally dominate you, don't you?"
"I want- I want-"
"You want to be my slave, don't you whore? You want to call me Master, to have me call you my slut, my sex toy, my cunt, to fuck as I please, don't you?"
"I-"
"Say it, whore. Say it, say you want to be my slave, to obey my every command, to be my slut."
"I-"
"Say it!" I tugged her g-string higher.
"I-"
"Say it!" Tug.
"I-"
"Say it!" Tug.
"YES! I want you to be my MASTER! FUCK my cunt, Master, please, it's so fucking hot for you, Master, please Master please!"
"Take off your shirt, slut, show your Master your little tits."
I let go of her, and Rachel tore off her shirt with abandon. She stood before, topless in her belt and shorts. Her breasts were small and firm and her nipples were rigid in the cool Yosemite air. "Do you like them, Master?"
"They are very cute, like you, slut."
She threw herself forward into my arms. Gripping me around the neck, she tilted her head back and kissed me savagely. Her tongue flitted around my mouth like a crazed hummingbird. I broke the kiss and said, "Now, take off your shorts, but leave your underwear on. I want to see that g-string pulled high inside your little whore snatch."
"Oh yes, Master," she said as she turned around. She undid her short's button and called out behind her, "Why does it make me so hot when you call me slut and whore, Master? God, it makes so fucking hot now, but it never did before." As she spoke, she shimmied her shorts down her shapely legs, wiggling her ass at me as she did.
"I just know which women are sluts and whores underneath, and which ones aren't. Lots of women are whore bitches and don't know it." I walked over and grasped her ass firmly. It was hard; she obviously worked out. "But all it takes is a firm man who knows what dirty sluts like you want, and they love it."
"What do they want, Master?"
"They want to be told that they are cute little sluts, and they want to be fucked all the time by huge manly Master dicks. They want to eat the pussies of other bi-sluts while their Masters fuck them both. They love to eat their Master's cum, and have it sprayed all over their bodies, they love to lick it up from other sluts' bodies and pussies."
"Oh yes, Master, make me do all those things, please."
"Turn around and take out my dick, whore."
Rachel turned, her red hair catching the morning light. She knelt before me and fumbled at my zipper, her eyes wild with abandon. Her trembling hand slipped inside my pants and brought forth my hard dick. "Now suck on it, just like a little slut lollipop," I told her.
She started slowly, timidly at first, swirling her lips around the head, getting a feel for my manhood. Then she started to take it deeper into her mouth, gradually working her way up the shaft. She moved her head slowly, savoring the feeling of my shaft passing between her teenage lips. She let my dick put again with a pop and said, "Master, it tastes so good. I never sucked a guy's dick before, but I really like it." She slurped it back up with more vigor, bobbing her head back and forth with more enthusiasm. I was getting close. Placing my hands at the back of her head, I guided myself in and out of her hot mouth, thrusting slowly. As I felt my balls starting to contract, I pulled out, grasped my dick firmly, and jacked twice.
Out blasted a tremendous stream of come. Rachel exclaimed, "Yes, Master, come on face, come all over my face, yes!" She lapped eagerly as I fired stream after stream of hot dick cream on to her lips and cheeks, and into her waiting mouth. "I love how your semen tastes, Master, I love it, God it tastes so good! Come on your slave, Master, come on her pretty slut face, yes I love it!"
Finally, my dick stopped blasting. As I came down from one of my first orgasms in nearly six months, I could tell my body was ready for more. The potency of that potion taken all those years ago was still strong, and my cock was as hard as ever. "Turn around and get on your knees, slave. Stick your ass high in the air, it's time you were fucked but good."
"Yes Master, my pussy is so fuckin' hot for you, God do me!" Rachel swiveled around on the grass and presented her backside to me. I slid her panties down her legs, and felt at her crotch. She was sopping wet. As I stuck my finger slowly up her cunt, I noticed how unbelievably tight she was. "Whore," I asked, "are you a virgin?"
"Yesssssss, Maassssssster, your finger feels soooooo goooooood."
"Where is your hymen, slut?"
"Uhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhh horssssssse baaack rrrrrriiiiiiding, pleeeease, stick your cock in me now, I want it so bad, please..."
She didn't have to wait long. She was extremely wet, and I was extremely ready. I positioned myself carefully behind, and guided the tip of my pole to just inside the very outer reaches of her pussy. I grasped her hips and said, "Beg, slut, beg for your Master's dick."
"Please, Master, I just a young slut, a young dirty little slut who's never been fucked, please, I want it, I need it so bad, my virgin twat is so hot for your hard dick, Master, please please please?"
I thrust home. She was very tight, but also very wet. The combination was like a velvet vice, holding me firmly yet smoothly. I pushed all the way in her once, letting her get used to the intrusion. "UHHHHHHH, FUCK YES! OHHHHHH SHIT FUCK YES FUCK CUNT

That night, as I walked from my campsite back towards the camp entrance, I thought I spied two female bodies that looked vaguely familiar walking towards another tent. I crept up behind the tent as they went in the other side.
"Rachel? Honey? What's going on?" a man's voice said.
"Sh. Just relax, dear."
"Just lie back, Dad, and don't get nervous."
Smiling to myself, I left the family to it.

Chapter 9: The New World

"Dr. Holsack will see you in a moment," the pretty receptionist said. She smiled at me over her fashionable red-plastic glasses, her Secret's choker adorning her neck. "You can have a seat over there," she said, pointing to two high-backed, very waiting-room looking chairs. I decided that they didn't look too comfortable and continued to stand instead.
"Pardon me," I asked, and the receptionist looked up from her appointment calendar, "are you a Slut?"
"Yes I am," she replied, "would you care to fuck me?" Her tone was even and polite, but I could see the lust in her eyes.
"No thanks, just curious." Getting distracted wasn't what I intended right now. "Do you know if Dr. Holsack is a Slut?"
"I don't believe so, sir, she has never asked me to have sex."
"Do you often have sex with your employers?"
"My last three employers all fucked me very thoroughly on a regular basis."
"I see," I said. At that moment, the intercom buzzed.
"Yes, Dr. Holsack?"
"I'm ready for my one o'clock, Julia," a voice on the other end said.
"I'll send him right in," Julia replied. She looked up at me mischievously. "The doctor will see you now."
"Thank you," I said. As I passed her, I couldn't resist. I leaned over and gave her a long kiss which involved much tongue work. Julia responded enthusiastically. The moment of temptation over, I broke the kiss and walked calmly through the door ahead of me and into the main office.
The walls had a nice wood grain finish, and the furniture was warm and comforting. All that one would expect in the office a leading social psychiatrist. Dr. Holsack was waiting for me behind her desk. She wore a white lab coat, which surprised me a bit, but did lend her an air of seriousness. Her glasses were thin and functional, and her hair was pulled back into a severe braid. A Secret's choker adorned her neck. I lightly touched the field surrounding it, and found that the subconscious commands were deeply rooted, but had not yet been triggered.
"Dr. Holsack," I said, "I appreciate you seeing me on such short notice."
"Not at all," she replied. "When you start waving around the kind of grant money you can support, people tend to listen to you."
"But you don't really need the money, now do you? 'The Phenomenon of the Slut' is a remarkably well-selling book, considering its rather technical nature."
"I guess people want to hear what I have to say."
"Well, you are the undisputed leader in social psychiatry, are you not?"
"People tend to exaggerate."
"'Psychoanalyst Monthly' listed you as one of the top five minds in the entire field."
"You'll notice I keep no copies in the waiting room," she said with a half smile. "Now that we've established my credibility, would you mind telling me what you wanted to see me about."
"Well, it's about 'Phenomenon of the Slut,' actually," I replied.
"What about it?"
"Now, don't get me wrong, it's very thorough and engrossing, but it is completely wrong."
"Oh *really*," Dr. Holsack replied, more amused than annoyed. "And just what make you say that?"
"Well, for a start, the idea that the Slut phenomenon rose out of a reaction to radical feminism coupled with a slew of vaccinations against venereal diseases... it's just too thin a premise to explain how all these women just one day decided to be Sluts."
"And I assume that you have a better explanation."
"Not a better one, just the right one."
"And what explanation is that."
"I did it."
This took her aback. Her eyes widened and she looked at me as if I had suddenly grown a third eye. "*You* did it," she said after a moment.
"That's right, it was entirely my fault."
"You know, normally I don't treat schizophrenics."
"I assure you I am quite sane, Doctor. I am not surprised you don't believe me; I know that *I* wouldn't believe me if I hadn't done it."
"Well, I'd be very interested in hearing about how you single- handedly caused the most wide-spread social attitude change since the birth of feminism."
So I started. I did cheat a little bit, holding her attention with a small tweak of a mental thread, just so she wouldn't interrupt me. I told her about finding the book, about Kirstin, and Jen, and Sky and Kim. I told her about designing the Secret's choker, and about my encounter in the woods five years later. "It was shortly after that that I bankrolled the Pink Salami's," I continued. "They're a rock band, you may have heard of them. At any rate, with my mental fields it didn't take much doing to make them quite successful. Then, I slipped the codephrase into the chorus of one of their songs. That was twelve years ago, in Cleveland."
"The first of the Sluts," Dr. Holsack muttered.
"That's right, I'm impressed you were able to trace it back that far. At any rate, the whole thing snowballed from there. In the meantime, I had every woman who wore a Secret's choker all to myself, or to share with anyone I chose. But, debauchery only goes so far. After you've had every Hollywood film star doing your own private pornographic film, your appetites tend to wind down. But, now I'm rambling."
I let go the light mental hold on Dr. Holsack. She stared at me with a mixture of incredulity and fear. "How am I supposed to believe you have these vastly vaunted mental powers? That's preposterous."
"All right, a test then. How about your receptionist?"
"What about her?"
"Think of something that she would never do ordinarily. Something big and obvious. Whisper it to me so that there is no chance she could hear it over the intercom. Then she will come in here and do it."
Dr. Holsack looked at me sideways, as if trying to decide if I were trying some kind of elaborate ruse. Then she leaned across her desk, and whispered in my ear, "Walking in, standing on my desk, and singing the national anthem."
I smiled thinly at the good doctor, then sent my mental fingers out towards the receptionist area. A few seconds later, Julia opened the door, strode purposefully towards Holsack's desk, climbed up and chimed, "Ohh, say can you seee..."
"That's enough," Dr. Holsack said. I dismissed Julia back to her desk with a mental wave. She left without a word.
"Proof enough?" I asked.
"No. You could have a microphone in your ear, and she could be listening on the other end."
"Hmmm. Unlikely but possible. How about a further test. Let's leave the office, and travel to any place you choose. Pick a person in that place, and an activity, something sufficiently bizarre that even an erratically behaved person would not think of doing it. I will pick that activity out of your head, and that person will start doing it. That way, there is no way other than a mental power that I could possibly know what you have in mind, so to speak."
Dr. Holsack was glaring at my third eye again. "Why are you telling me this?"
"All in good time, my dear Doctor. Shall we perform the test?"
"Very well," she replied cautiously. She pressed the intercom button. "Cancel my afternoon appointments, Julia, I'm off to do some unexpected research."
"Very good Doctor," Julia replied.
The young doctor and I walked out of her office, passing her receptionist on the way. Doctor Holsack gave her a strange look as we passed, as if expecting her at any moment to have another fit of table-top patriotism.
"She doesn't remember anything," I told her.
"Oh really? How is that?"
"I told her not to. She has no desire to remember the incident anymore."
"I see." We continued walking, out the building and around the corner. I watched as she tried to pick a place entirely at random. Finally, she chose a bar about two blocks away from her building. We entered; the common room was smoky and ill-lit, populated at this hour by lonely looking men nursing half-empty drinks. Dr. Holsack took a look at the bartender, then closed her eyes as if trying to project her thoughts to me. I smiled, slightly patronizingly, and reached into her mind.
There was a picture of the bartender there, walking over to the cash register. Then, he was opening it, and taking out coins, stacking them quarter, nickel, penny, dime. In her mind I saw the barkeep make four neat little stacks, then switch around the outer two and inner two.
"Open your eyes, Doctor," I said. She obeyed, and gazed fascinated as the barkeeper followed the motions in her mind exactly. A couple of the patrons looked on in mild amusement, but none said anything.
Dr. Holsack turned back to me, disbelief in her eyes. "I don't believe it," she said, as if to emphasize her look.
"Believe it, Doctor."
"Why tell me?"
"Because I need your help."
"My help? Why in the world would you, of all people, need my help?"
"Hey," the bartender called, "you two gonna order something or just stand there?"
"We were just leaving, thank you," I said, and I slapped down a five dollar bill. He picked it up from the bar, saying, "Hey, thank you. Come back any time!"
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.

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