Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
The heat razor hummed softly as he pressed it against my skin. It felt warm, but not painful, and I watched in horrified fascination as my pubic hair simply fell away beneath its glowing tip. Prince Hendren worked with meticulous precision, removing every trace of hair from my mound.
“Wider,” he instructed the servants, who pulled my legs further apart. The position exposed me obscenely, allowing him access to every fold and crevice.
He continued his work, moving the heat razor along my outer lips, then carefully tracing my inner labia. Despite my humiliation, I felt my body responding to his touch, to the gentle heat of the device as it glided over my most sensitive areas.
“Raise her slightly,” he said. “I need access to her bottom.”
The servants adjusted my position, tilting my hips upward. I closed my eyes, unable to watch as Prince Hendren ran the heat razor along the cleft of my buttocks, removing even the fine hairs there. His fingers spread me open to ensure he missed nothing.
“There,” he said finally, setting the device aside. “Much better.”
His hand caressed my newly bare mound, the touch sending unwelcome shivers through my body. “It’s extremely important to me that your cunt looks and feels submissive, Viola,” he said, his eyes locked on mine. “This smoothness will help you learn your place, as well as display my ownership of your beautiful body and the subjugation of your strong will.”
I bit my lip to keep from protesting. The loss of such an intimate part of myself—even just the hair that had covered my sex since puberty—felt like another piece of my identity stripped away.
“Every time you feel the air against your bare skin, every time you notice the smoothness between your thighs, you’ll remember who you belong to,” he continued, running his thumb over my exposed labia. “You’ll remember that your body exists for my pleasure, not yours.”
The servants released my legs at his signal, but remained nearby as he helped me to my feet. My knees felt weak, my bare sex uncomfortably sensitive as I stood.
“You may leave us,” Prince Hendren told the servants. When they had gone, he lifted my chin with one finger. “It’s time for our mission to Euporia to begin.”
CHAPTER 3
Viola
He led me through the corridors of the ship, my nakedness a terrible degradation despite the presence of other naked Magisterian concubines. Their ease with their nudity almost made it worse—except that I knew how very, truly much worse it would actually become, once I had to remain the only unclothed one on a civilized world where every other woman had the right to cover herself. The collar around my neck felt heavier with each step.
At the shuttle bay, several officers stood at attention, saluting the prince as we approached. None acknowledged my presence directly, though I could feel their eyes on my body. Prince Hendren guided me onto the small craft with a proprietary hand at the small of my back.
“Sit,” he commanded, indicating a luxurious seat beside his own.
The shuttle pilot and navigator studiously focused on their controls as I lowered myself onto the cool surface, acutely aware of my bare bottom against the leather. Prince Hendren fastened a safety harness across my chest, the straps framing my breasts in a way that seemed deliberately humiliating.
“Course set for Euporia Central Spaceport, Your Highness,” the pilot announced.
“Proceed,” Prince Hendren replied, settling back in his seat.
The shuttle’s engines hummed to life, and we detached from the flagship with a gentle lurch. I stared out the viewport as the massive Magisterian vessel receded, my last tenuous connection to space—and the possibility of escape, however irrational that idea might truly be—growing more distant by the second.
“The Euporians are eager to meet you,” Prince Hendren said conversationally. “The former president of Artemisia, now serving as my concubine. It’s quite the diplomatic coup.”
I turned to him, horror dawning. “They know who I am?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Of course they do.” His smile was cold, calculating. “Your surrender ceremony was broadcast across seventy-six systems. Your appearance—both clothed and unclothed—is well known throughout the Federation’s territories, and we provided Euporia with a special feed for their administrative elite to enjoy.”
The realization hit me like a physical blow. I had somehow managed to compartmentalize my humiliation by imagining that the people who would see me on Euporia would be strangers, ignorant of my former position. The knowledge that they would recognize me, that they would know exactly how far I had fallen, made my stomach churn.
“In fact,” Prince Hendren continued, “your presence serves a dual purpose. It demonstrates Magisterian power while simultaneously reinforcing Euporian values. What better example of the natural order than the former leader of an egalitarian world, now properly subjugated?”
I stared at my bare thighs, at the smooth, hairless mound between them. Every part of me wanted to cross my legs, to cover myself, but the restraining harness made that impossible. The prince had positioned me deliberately—exposed, vulnerable, unable to hide.