
When Karen's limo got back to her high-rise office building, she immediately
stepped out of the sleek black car and set off at a brisk pace towards the
door. A small army of body guards and personal assistants trailed in her
wake. They were all already her willing slaves, so she did not bother to
dampen her sexuality. Each foot landed precisely in front of the other as
she walked, giving her devastating hips a hypnotic rhythm. Her brisk
stride ate up ground, and with every footfall a sharp jolt traveled through
her 4" spike heel, up her powerfully smooth leg, through her torso, and
to her massive chest where it manifested as a sharp bounce and perfect jiggle.
Her flaming hair trailed behind her, pushed back slightly by the speed of
her passage.

At the door several servants were waiting for their returning Mistress. Karen
entered and shucked off her coat, handing it to one of her slaves without
looking. She walked directly to the packed presentation room on the second
floor where hundreds of her slaves were waiting for her. She had sent word
ahead, telling all of her people to gather for her. She had an important
announcement to make.

Karen strode onto the small stage at the front of the room. Everyone in the
room was absolutely loyal to her, but she had to be sure, so she did something
that she had never done before. Normally, a small part of her was devoted to
dampening her sex appeal. When she was relaxing and surrounded by her slaves,
she allowed her natural level of allure to come out. Now Karen made a conscious
effort to bolster her appeal. Before her change Karen had not been very good
at dampening her sex appeal. She had never really wanted to. On the other hand,
the bodacious teen had been quite adept at emphasizing the allure of her body.
She enjoyed being the object of desire, and had used her considerable skill
to make sure she stayed in that position. This meant that while Karen was good
at dampening her sex appeal, she was many time better at amplifying it.

Karen's every movement took on an unearthly grace that somehow exceeded her
natural elegance by several orders of magnitude. She opened her perfect
mouth and began to sing, and as her clear voice filled the room she started
to dance. Her body writhed in an incredible display of sensuality and before
long several of her slaves found it impossible to obey her orders to refrain
from orgasm without her permission. With subtle movements, she slowly eased her
tight skirt over her ripe ass, exposing more and more of her heavenly flesh as
she wriggled her hips. As she continued to dance, the buttons of her blouse
slowly gave up the fight, exposing more and more creamy cleavage as she moved.
Her smooth movements kept her breasts moving in a perfect, hypnotic rhythm of
soft full flesh.  If asked afterwards, her enraptured audience
would never be able to explain exactly how she moved, or what the lyrics of her
sensual song were, but they would say that it was like gazing on the face of
divinity. Sometime between the first clear note and the moment when the hall
filled with silence, Karen had been elevated from Mistress to Goddess in the
eyes of everyone in that hall.

Karen stood in front of her worshipers in nothing but her lacy red panties and
bra. In a voice that could bring anyone to their knees, she explained the
rings still sandwiched between her firm breasts, and told her worshipers that
she had decided to allow them to give themselves to her. As she spoke, they
wept with joy, realizing that each one of them had been deemed worthy to
become a part of the goddess before them.

Karen's slaves formed an orderly queue in front of her, and the first one
approached his goddess. Karen looked down at the man approvingly. He was
an incredibly gifted fighter pilot, with some of the fastest reflexes
of anyone alive. Now that Karen had eliminated war, his talents were no
longer really required, but he was still a very intelligent man and had
served excellently as Karen's servant. It was fitting that he would have
the privilege of giving himself to her first. Tears streamed down his
face as he accepted one of the rings from Karen and he thanked her
profusely. Karen noticed that his pants were soaked with cum, but he
convulsed in orgasm again as he saw the ring on Karen's finger turn
from white to gold. Karen was a very lucky girl, so it did not surprise
her much. She thanked the man for his gift as she took everything him.
His heart nearly burst with pride at her words. The moral case for taking
anything but intelligence and charisma was a little weak, after all those
were the only things that Karen really needed more of to improve Humanity,
but she did not really think there was much point in leaving a vegetable
with strength or reflexes or beauty.

Slaves approached in an orderly fashion, and in a few moments Karen took
everything from each one. Every one of her servants was incredibly athletic,
beautiful, and intelligent, and each time Karen drained a servant she gained
those attributes a thousand times over. She continued draining for hours,
and not once did the master ring choose anyone but her.

Even Karen could be distracted by the rapture of draining so many, so she was
mildly surprised to realize that she had already drained 40,000 people
completely. She had not even had 40,000 servants when she started draining, but
apparently that had changed. It could hardly be any different for a woman who
was so much more than she had been.

The 16 year old Empress of Humanity took a fraction of a fraction of a
second to consider her new reality. She had solved all of the
world's outstanding problems by the time she was 8, and been dedicated
to improving quality of life and expanding the domain of humanity
for the remainder of her life. Even though she was technically the owner of
everything in the explored universe, life was much better for each individual
human than it ever had been before. Karen and her army of highly competent
slaves were more than capable of taking care of any concrete task which needed
to be achieved, so the masses were allowed to live a life of leisure supported
by fantastic robots of Karen's own design. The only law they really chafed under
was Karen's injunction to spend at least half of their time on new diversions.
If left to their own devices, the masses would have spent every hour worshiping
Karen, which was flattering, but had a tendency to produce dull servants. Anyone
with any ambition fought hard to become part of the 10% of the population
directly owned by Karen. It was from this elite slice that Karen planned to
build the new humanity. Only her direct slaves were allowed to reproduce,
although even then Karen directed with whom they mated in the largest breeding
program ever devised. She had several genetic engineering programs under way
to produce a more perfect strain of humanity from which she could draw servants,
but it would not bear fruit for another 16 or so years.

Humanity's fledgling empire was rapidly expanding. Fleets of hyper-capable
ships were always pushing the boundary of its domain. Population was the biggest
problem. Of course, it did not help that Karen had restricted the breeding
population of Earth so much, but she knew it would bear fruit eventually.
Almost every one of Karen's female direct slaves was constantly pregnant.
Advanced medical science had been used to reduce the time that babies needed
to be in the womb from 9 months to 1. At that point fetuses were strong enough
to be transfered to gestation machines. When the children came to term they
were given to a couple chosen randomly from the masses. Despite their
near constant state of pregnancy Karen's female slaves never got far
enough along to show a baby bump, and each was able to carry between
10 and 20 developing fetuses at once. When a woman was accepted into
Karen's army of slaves she was injected with a drug which made her
ovulate many more eggs than usual, and encouraged to have unprotected
sex with one of several suitable mates that Karen herself had chosen.

Turning her focus inward Karen saw that she had drained a little more
size. The flame haired goddess now stood 6' tall in her bare feet,
and her lacy red bra was now a 46M. Her size was the smallest change
by far however. Her perfect peaches-and-cream skin was both the softest
thing in the universe, and totally inpenetrable. Her hair was so lustrous
that it actually gave off its own light, filling the room with a warm
glow. Her muscles had become so dense and powerful that she could
cause earthquakes by flicking the ground. Her mind was so fast that
she could simulate every possible board layout in go, and so deep
that she invented new technology faster than she could express
it to her servants so that they could build it. Her greatest
challenge was just describing her designs in a simple enough way
that her slaves could understand her. It was one of many reasons
that she wanted to create a better humanity.

She snapped her fingers and slaves instantly ran to her with new
clothes, which she put on faster than the eye could follow. She was
no longer in her underwear, but she had not reduced her sex-appeal
noticeably. She no longer tried to. Even when she damped her sex-appeal,
she would enslave anyone who looked at her. She had not really wanted
things to end up that way, but she could not really bring herself to care.
The mini-skirt and tiny tube top her slaves had provided made it clear
that if Karen was a Goddess, she was Goddess of lust. The
slaves still standing in the room were heartbroken that they would
not be absorbed by their Goddess that day, but they were incapable
of imagining a way that they could disobey her.
