Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Of Master and Slave ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two

 

That night I took her home with me, still unsure at what I should do with her. I showed her a room behind the kitchen that was to be her own and that was all the instruction that I gave her. I went onto bed, still weary from battle and hoping that by tomorrow I could find something for her to do.

 

The next morning came and I was still at a loss but as I went downstairs Ravara had already found it. In all the years I had lived in the house, I never had it as clean as Ravara had. Everything was in its place, the floors were free of wine stains, and the walls were scrubbed clean. I had forgotten that the walls were originally white and not the dingy black and grey that I become accustomed to. I then was hit by the smell of freshly cooked food and followed it into the kitchen. There, Ravara had made me a feast of different kinds of meats, fruits, vegetables, and Saiyan delicacies. It may have been a feast to her, but it was a good meal for me. Without words, I began to devour all that was in front of me, only stopping to breathe. In under a half hour, it was all gone and I was satisfied.

 

I then went to her room to commend her for her work and found her curled up on her bed in a deep sleep. I smiled as I thought that even though the kid was a burden she was making herself known. I decided to let her sleep and allow her to clean up some more later on.

 

I also made a mental note to leave some food for her next time so that she could look a little healthier. She later explained the reason why she was so frail was because Vegeta's needs left her little time to eat. If she wasn't cleaning up after him she was apologizing to someone about his behavior. At 14, Ravara was the mother my cousin had missed for so long.

 

Eventually, she and I managed to forge a sort of bond. I did not see her as my younger sister mind you (She may make me horny but if that were the case I wouldn't be in this mess), but as a mentee who needed help in the world of adulthood that was to come. I would be away on business for a month and she would keep the manor spotless. I would reward her with little trinkets that I would have probably wasted on the whores that I shared my bed with at the time. Ravara then would return the favor and ask me questions about the changes in her body.

 

I was a fool to think that she would remain that slight little girl forever, and even now I still try to pinpoint exactly when she changed. It had to have been last year while I was away on a 6-month excursion at a far away galaxy set for sale. Now at fifteen, Ravara was a late-bloomer and was just beginning to wonder when her body would evolve. I once caught her in the bathroom with tissue paper stuffed into the top of her dress and posing in the mirror. I imagined that it must have been hard seeing the kind of women who stayed nightly at my manor. They possessed greater quantities of the assets she had wanted so desperately.

 

“Ravara,” I said. “What are you doing?”

 

She then quickly pulled the tissue paper out. “Nothing, Master,”

 

“Do not lie to me,” I smiled, assuring her that she was in no real trouble.

 

“I…was just playing around...” she said.

 

“Is it because you want to have breasts?”

 

“…Yes, Master,” she squeaked. I could sense that she was becoming uncomfortable with her master inquiring about her lack of development.

 

“You will develop when you are ready. It will probably happen for you in a short time. You have been overdue to mature since you started your `monthly courses'”

 

Ravara blushed. I admit now that “monthly courses” was the delicate way I could call that blood thing that women get. I may have been a man, but I was the only reference she had to her entrance into puberty. However, I believe her embarrassment grew after this incident and decided then to keep her female issues to herself. It was just as good, as I ran out of any reliable information to tell her.

 

About a month or so after that, I was called for my assignment. This time, I would be gone for half of a year. Like she always did when I had to leave, Ravara cried and pleaded for me to stay. I wasn't at all fazed to leave because then I thought that when I came back everything would remain as it was. I would kill and conquer more new worlds and then return to the same manor, the same foods, and the same little slave and then rest until I was called again.

 

And it was; the creeping vines on the red brick of the house, the lush forests surrounding it, and the flower garden in the front yard, but tending to them was a young woman I had never seen before. However, she seemed oddly familiar. She had long, wavy black hair tied in a ponytail that went to down her back and wore a simple dress much like Ravara did when I had left. I deduced that she had to have been a slave because she wore a collar. Suddenly, she turned around and I was met with a pair of great green eyes that began to swell with tears...

 

“Master!” she cried and ran to embrace me. “Oh, Master, I missed you so much!”

 

No, it couldn't be…

 

When we parted, the woman sensed my confusion. “Master, it's me, Ravara! Don't you recognize me?”

 

I didn't. When I left Ravara she was still a shapeless little girl who was still clinging onto childhood. This new Ravara had acquired not only a set of hips and a smaller waistline, but more breasts as well. She still wore the same dress as her younger self but with her new breasts she began to grow out of it.

 

..Much to my pleasure…

 

As I looked her over, I could feel myself grow attracted to her. I would watch her and then fantasize about the things her and I would do. Once while she was washing the dishes, a fantasy came of me coming from behind and fucking her wildly on the sink. Another time as she cleaned my sheets, I wanted so badly just to knock her down, rip away her clothes, and put my need into her tight, wet channel. I no longer could stand to be around her and thus began to slowly push her away. I wanted her to hate me so that she would leave me alone. But she refused to cooperate. My pushing her away only sought to bring her closer to me and to grow concerned about my behavior. Still, I tried to ignore her and stayed out of the manor as much as possible.

 

I began to visit one of the women whom I had been known to share a bed with and started to fuck her regularly. I had hoped that the act of fucking another woman would cure me from the sickness that was Ravara. Unfortunately, it failed. As we fucked, her face changed into Ravara's and her muscular frame melted into Ravara's soft and plentiful curves. When her eyes slipped close as her core tightened around my cock, Ravara's green eyes peeked out from half opened lids. I was enraged so much that I went even harder and heard Ravara's screams of pleasure echo in my ears. I stopped at once, although the woman protested. Without a word, I dressed myself and left with what I had just witnessed still burning a hole in my brain.

 

Ravara was now a woman and my loins decided then and there that she should be subjected to the same thing that I did with all of them. But my mind told me it would be wrong. The girl looked up to me as her mentor, how could I destroy such a bond with something such as a quick lay? For months, my mind was at war with my lust. My mind would remind me of the consequences of entering into such a state with her and my lust would show me the pleasures of succumbing to it. The carnage left in the battle was shown in my dampened sheets every morning. Lust was now winning…