Part Two: How I Corrupted Your Father
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If you're reading this, then good for you. As much as Master may not like talking about his sex life to our daughter (and yes, despite the fact that you're technically Vectress' daughter, I still regard you as my own), you do need to know about this.
Before we begin, I need to let you know that I've decided to follow Master's example of referring to you in the story as Helen. That was the name you were (will be?) going by at the time and this way you'll be able to easily tell whether I'm referring to you in the story, or talking directly to you.
The beginning is much as it was described earlier by Master. I was woken up to the news that you had foreseen that my father had died and my brother Zagron, after taking the throne had sent a battlecruiser to Earth to demand I be turned over so he could sell me into slavery. I was of course not informed of what Helen and Vectress had decided to do in order to save me so, not wanting to bring Earth into my own family squabbles, I surrendered myself when it arrived.
I was well treated on my journey back to my ancestral home. I was, after all, still a member of the royal family, even if I was about to become a slave. I spent most of my time there simply lounging around and reading, as there was not much else I was allowed to do.
Eventually we arrived on Larnar, however I wasn't taken to see my brother. I think this was because he was feeling a bit of guilt over what he was doing to me, so he thought it would be easier if he just didn't have to see me until it was all over. Instead I was ushered off the ship and taken to the royal tailors to be properly fitted for my slave outfit. This however is the first part where I can honestly talk about something Master skipped over. Specifically, the design of the slave outfit itself.
I believe Master described it as a green bikini with silken cloth attached to it. That would technically be an accurate description, but it skips over so much. To start with, while the outfit is green, a better way to describe it would be, flesh colored. In fact the royal tailors had gone to great lengths to match the outfit to my specific skin tone in order to give the impression that I was wearing nothing at all. They also went a step further and painted onto it the parts of my body underneath in order to add to the illusion. The only exceptions being at my nipples and pussy. No, instead they cut holes in the fabric in order to let them be openly displayed. This was so a serious buyer could properly inspect every corner of my body to insure everything was in working order (and no, this inspection would not involve actual sex, that would have been forbidden until they had purchased me properly).
Now you may be wondering why, if they went to so much effort, didn't they just have me be naked entirely. Well that is where the silken cloth comes in. In reality the bikini as your father called it was really just there as a piece to attach the fabric to. The fabric was quite special, being embedded with nanomachines that were controlled by a simple A.I. What that A.I. did was to move the fabrics around, as though pushed by a breeze, all around my body so that at a distance I would appear to be completely nude, except for a gauzy cloth that was somehow always in just the right spot to prevent you from being able to get a good look at my naked body. This would arouse and entice the audience in the hopes of turning some people who were on the fence into actual buyers and thus push the bidding up.
So, why did Master describe such an intricate costume as nothing more than a green bikini? Simply because he was embarrassed by how much it turned him on, as though that wasn't the entire point of the outfit in the first place.
After that I just sat around again waiting, but then something changed. Instead of heading to the auction, I was called to a conference room, where I was greeted by Vectress, along with Peter, the man who would soon become my one and only Master.
It feels weird talking about this moment with Master. I feel like somehow even then, before I'd been enslaved, I should have somehow known. I should have seen him as some sort of god standing before me and immediately bowed down to offer myself over to him in any way that he might desire. But that wasn't the case.
Instead I barely noticed him at all, I was so focused on Vectress. She seemed nervous, but also excited. With the benefit of hindsight I now know that it was due to her expectations about my imminent enslavement, but at the time, I simply thought it was about whatever plan she had concocted to save me. I gave her a hug to help her relax and to let her know I was happy to see her. It was then that my gaze turned towards Master.
At that moment Master was staring at me, eyeing every part of my mostly naked body before suddenly realizing what he was doing and turning his head to the side while trying to hide his erection. He then attempted to explain what the plan was, though he kept stumbling his words as he would try to look at me surreptitiously while keeping me from noticing. It got so bad that Vectress ended up having to take over the conversation and explain the details to me. Looking back on that feels somewhat strange for me now. I feel like seeing Master like that, knowing that my body was so attractive to him should have filled me with ecstasy, especially at the thought of soon being tied to him, body and soul. Instead I felt nothing at all. I wasn't upset that his body was reacting to me, nor was I pleased by it. I simply wanted to figure out what Vectress' plan was.
It was obvious that whatever plan they were describing to me was a complete lie. There was no way that my brother was going to let me go under that flimsy of a story. What was also obvious was that they couldn't tell me what was really going on. Despite the illusion of us being alone together I knew that we were all being monitored. Any attempt to tell me the truth would inevitably lead to my brother realizing what they were really up to.
So I simply sighed and put my finger to the contract, deciding to play along until I could figure out just what Vectress was really planning. Of course the moment my thumbprint went on the contract all my questions were answered.
At that very moment Master's power shot through the contract and into my mind. Now normally Vectress and I have immense mental defenses that have been built up over the course of decades. It's like a massive fortress in our minds, protecting us from any outside influences. But Master's power works in a more insidious way.
You see, we agreed to this. We knew this was a contract and a slavery contract at that. Yet still, we signed it willingly. If our minds were like a fortress, then this would have been like opening the gates wide open and welcoming the invaders in to do whatever they liked.
I don't know if it's possible to explain exactly what it felt like when Master's power rewrote me. I think that had this been for something small, like a simple work contract, I would have felt nothing at all. But this was about a complete change to the very core of my being. My mind just blacked out for a moment as though it were a computer that had to shut down so that I could reboot with the new updates.
And then, it was over. I looked up and knew that I was Master's slave. But what type of slave was I? In the end it came down to the wording of the contract. It said that I would devote my mind, body and soul to my Master, so the power rewrote me into becoming the exact slave that my Master wanted and seeing as how Master was a young straight man, you can probably guess what type of slave he would have wanted me to become.
Even then however, there were differences. I chalk this up to the various fantasies Master had probably had about us before we were enslaved (for some reason he seems too embarrassed to talk about them. I find that sweet, though Vectress has found it quite annoying, as it prevents her from carrying out his fantasies in the real world). For Vectress, one of the most powerful and intimidating heroines in existence, that fantasy was likely about being able to dominate her and make her submit to him. As a result Vectress has been changed into sex slave who gets off on being treated like a cumdump for Master to use whenever he sees fit.
