The Emperor's 4th-gen girls were completing their daily training schedule as he walked past, admiring them. It always creeped them out. He was like some kind of weirdo father who thought he could just convert to lover when they turned eighteen.
The girls had been taken from their families when they were so young they could barely remember them. They were raised as prisoners in the palace by the older women in his harem alongside his own children, the boys separated from the girls when they were five or six.
India Rose was sparring with Loveday Espey. Both girls were tall and slim. Their figures were 'made-to-order' by the Emperor who decided how he wanted them all to look when they hit puberty. Four hours-a-day, six days-a-week of exercise targeted at the body type he had dictated for them, meant they were in phenomenal condition, and surgically enhanced depending on his whim.
Indy was a tall natural blonde with perfect porcelain white skin and doll-like blue eyes. She had long shapely legs and an enormous pair of fake breasts that he could barely keep his eyes off, as she sparred with the equally tall and slim auburn haired, Loveday. Loveday had also been 'gifted' a huge pair of fake breasts by the Emperor, slightly smaller than Indy's, a lucky break she was thankful for.
The Emperor felt himself grow hard as he watched the two girls fight. Thank God they turned eighteen next week, he thought, he didn't have much more restraint left in him.
Loveday slammed Indy with a roundhouse kick to the ribs and she doubled over, groaning.
"Loveday!" tutted the Emperor. "Don't be so rough on Indy. That's not very ladylike…"
He strode over and stood Indy back up again, taking the opportunity to give her huge bosoms a firm squeeze. She tried not to flinch in disgust, having become used to this in the past few months since her surgery. It wasn't that he was ugly, it's just that he was so old, close to fifty, and he already had so many women.
"I'm fine, thank you my Lord," Indy spoke in the babydoll voice they'd been trained to use in his presence.
He patted her bottom appreciatively, pushing her back into the match.
Their training outfits had been designed for his viewing pleasure. The girls wore tiny, short skirts that barely covered their asses, and shoestring thong panties, with low-cut crop tops that exposed their midriffs and were actually quite unsuitable for the heavy exercise regime they maintained. Both Indy and Loveday had been known to bounce right out of those tiny tops when the going got rough, and you could forget about running in them…
Indy had an identical twin sister, Ruby Rose, who was smaller than she was in height and build, and who the Emperor had decided to keep 'all natural', as a pleasant contrast to her sister. She was currently in gymnastics training across the room, along with the other petite 4th-gen girls, Winter Berry and Araminta Appleby, whom he had decided to keep small and athletic.
Bother Winter and Araminta, who were of mixed Asian-Anglo heritage, had recent breast implants. Winter's were a size larger than Araminta's, and both were much more natural looking than Indy and Lovedays', providing the Emperor with lots of choice, depending on his mood.
Winter looked like a little doll with her delicately pretty face and large, slightly exotic, hazel eyes. She was the most innocent and easily frightened of the group. The Emperor looked forward to educating her … slowly.
Over at the archery station was the sweet Lili, of Japanese-Anglo descent, classically beautiful Feifei, and the jewel in his crown, Delphine. Delphi was a member of the famous Chastain family, who had consistently provided beautiful women for the palace.
A happy mixture of the former China and northern Italy, the Chastain women were absolutely gorgeous. Delicate faces with a touch of the old East, not too tall, not too short, stunning green eyes and light brown hair, and naturally very well-endowed, top and bottom. Touching them with the knife would be a travesty. A fiery streak ran strongly through the matriarchal line and the women had the reputation of being firebrands in bed, if you could tame them…
He rubbed his hands appreciatively as he approached the three young women.
Feifei had just hit the bullseye when Delphi loosed a shot which struck Feifei's arrow, knocking it from the board and replacing it with her own.
The Emperor gave her a deliberately slow round of applause, a small smile on his face as he stared intensely at the girl, his eyes dark with desire. He was getting aroused just looking at her. They had a dance of some sort going on, him and her. He liked to think of it as a very extended foreplay.
Feifei and Lili both curtsied. "My Lord," they chorused sweetly, as they'd been taught.
Delphi gave him a scant bow and turned back to the target. Loosing three arrows in quick succession, all of which hit the bullseye and quivered there.
"Delphi!" scolded her consort trainer. "Put down your bow and curtsy properly!"
The girl slowly set her bow down, turned and gave the Emperor a mocking curtsy, staring him directly in the eye as she did so.
"Delphi!" cried the consort in despair.
"No matter, no matter," said the Emperor, dismissing her concerns.
He gave the girl a smirk, raising his eyebrows at her. This little girl thought she could take him on, did she? He very much looked forward to teaching her who was the boss.
He wondered idly how much punishment she could take. She was tough. Her teachers told him she excelled in everything they threw at her, gymnastics, fencing, martial arts, show jumping, archery, sailing, even indoor rock climbing. He would have to be careful that he kept what was good in her when he was breaking her in. He didn't want her too submissive when he was done. He looked forward to the process with happy anticipation.
Delphi turned and went back to her weapon. She signed secretly to Feifei and Lili as she went.
"Disgusting old bastard."
"Don't push him too far," warned Feifei in quick sign language.
"I'll push him so far he falls off a fucking cliff if I get the chance," she signed back, and Lili couldn't help but let out a giggle.
The Emperor looked at the little pocket-rocket sized cutie, Lili, with interest. She still wore the tight-fitting black leather crop top the girls wore when they were not long post-breast surgery and needed the extra support.
His eyes fell appreciatively to her enhanced chest, and she smiled sweetly at him, a promise of good things to come...
Lili could afford to flash him that smile. The 4th-gen girls had a secret they would all die to protect.
They planned to be free, at whatever price it cost them; and not one of them planned to be around to join the Emperor's harem when they turned eighteen…