A movement on the stairway caught his eye, and his daughter, Zoe, stepped out of the shadows.“Was she good?” Zoe asked, her voice very even, not a... hint of anger.“She was excellent,” Grampa replied, motioning her into his room. “Very tasty, and a nice fuck as well,” he told her. Zoe wore a flimsy nightie with no panties underneath, an outfit which Grampa knew meant she had come down for a nice fuck before breakfast. She sat on his bed, and he sat beside her, still naked.Zoe wanted to know what. It became a status symbol for the ripo to “collect” fertiles, to show them off, to have a large, and pregnant, harem. They became show pieces, companions for social appearances, and eye candy for public consumption.Fertiles were, in short order pressed into servitude, both as guinea pigs for researching a cure as well as becoming broodmares, usually kept pregnant. As such, many women who were luckily still capable of childbirth tended to keep that information quiet. Infertile women were much. Black stockings and 4" high heel boots are put on me along with a very short school girl skirt. She puts on nipple clamps that are attached together with a little silver chain. A small shirt that just barely covers my nipples is put on me, it does not cover the chain hanging off my nipples. My hair is tied into 2 pig tails and she puts red lipstick on my lipsand also writes "SLUT" on my forhead. On my stomach she writes, "pussy and ass full, use mouth" with the lipstick, then inserts a ring gag. God knows, that I had been trying to suppress the feelings I had for him, but it just hadn't worked. This time, I'd be the one stalking him, and he couldn't hide.Early the next morning the girls and I hit the park. The guys did show up, but we couldn't find them. We knew that they were there, by their cars. A blue GTO, The red Camaro, The Black Challenger, the Multi colored Charger, and that damned Screaming Yellow Mustang with the black racing stripes. We finally noticed, that they were.