The Emperor's Pleasure

[Stranger34]

The Emperor's Pleasure (Semi-open, casting call)

What was it that the Emperor really wanted?

No-one knew for sure, as no-one had seen him, and those that had, had never seen another day outside the walls of his sanctum, nor lived long enough to tell the tale.
Every day, as the Sun beat down on the great golden palace in the middle of the desert, another poor captured slave would make her way, with trembling hands and a fearful heart, through the great black ivory doors that separated the Emperor's sanctum from the rest of the Palace, made some said, from the horns of the Great Black Dragons from the Northern Lands.

Some, it is known, were executed - they had offended the Emperor in some way, or at least not pleased him enough. Their severed heads would be tossed back over the great wall, to land in the red dirt in the centre of the main courtyard, as the courtiers were going about their business.

Others, so it was said, were given their freedom, if they performed well enough. Sometimes, in the dead of night, the great electrum gates to the Palace would swing open, and then close once more, and there were some that speculated that some lucky girl had, through beauty, empathy, and above all good training, passed her test, and was allowed to be freed. This, however, was only rumour.


No-one knew what the Emperor wanted from his women. A long while ago, before he had become a recluse and locked himself away inside the sanctum within the Great Black Gates, it was said that he enjoyed a girl to dance for him. Thus, amongst the trainers, there was some emphasis put on a good dance, at least as a welcome. After the dance.....well, different trainers had different theories as to what would please the Emperor, though no-one knew for sure.


This story begins one evening, as the sun has begun to set, allowing all inside the Palace a relief from the heat. There is a great commotion at the gates - three more captives have arrived! There is a great buzz around the Palace, as there have been no new arrivals for a while. Three females have been captured, from different, distant lands, and the courtiers are eager to hear their stories.

Later, of course, they will have to meet the Head Trainer, who will decide what training they will need........




OOC: I am looking for some applicants to join this thread! Please send me a PM before you post anything, I would really like to know what arouses your character sexually, what you feel she will perform really well *smiles* or if you want to play an innocent (delicious!)
I am looking for three quite different characters to play these roles, my role at least at the beginning will be the Head Trainer, there may also be some roles later for other male trainers. I'll let you know as soon as I can if you've been successful, though realistically in a few days depending on how many replies I receive, and then I'll ask you to post the story of how you were captured on the thread. I have no idea if this will bomb horribly, or if I'll be inundated.......I hope somewhere in between

Stranger xxxx

 

[Stranger34]

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[Mephistophelily]

Renn had given up fighting. It had taken far too much out of her to even try to run from the men... instead, she just sat on the stone cold floor, tears streaming from her pale blue eyes as she sobbed. The journey to the castle had given her time to think, to give her more reason to cry... her family, her friends... She wouldn't see them again, would she?

The men who confined her tried to comfort her by saying she was to become one fo the Emperor's pets. She didn't want to be anyone's pet, no man's toy. She was still quite frightened at the idea of sex itself. She had just hit her 18th year a few months ago...

She shivered as she hugged her legs, her breasts pressed against her skirt as she tried to stop her tears, using her long brown hair as a barrier from them to look at her anymore. Their eyes seemed to bore through her, seeing right into her... Demon men.

 

[katalynn]

 

[Mayu]

Screams could be hear thru the night, closing her eyes tightly she sighed sadly as she didn’t want to open up her eyes, afraid that this day was going to be as bad as the night before and the night before that. She didn’t move and was afraid to breath, she didn’t want to get hit again, being hit was on an every day bases and she was really sick of it. But she had no real power so of course she was unable to fight back. She sat up as the door opened up, she yawned a bit and looked down just for a moment, but the door slammed and her “Trainer” was seen there, huffing and puffing like the mad man he was. He walked over to Rose and picked her up by the arm rather hard. She let out a gasp of pain and he hissed at her. She could smell the alcohol on his breath and knew that this was going to be a very bad day. Her blue eyes looking into the mans, pleading for him not to hurt her again tonight. She gestured with her eyes because she knew better, she knew not to screw around with him. She was silent as the man with the eyes that were so angry she hated it. The man removed his belt from his pants and took it into one hand, her eyes knew what this meant, she closed her eyes, trying to forget about this, so it doesn’t happen, but very soon her face stung like a thousand bees. She cried out as the trainer just laughed, as he hit her again rather hard.

“Now you will obey you hear me you tramp?” He growled as he kept hitting her over and over again, the pain was so great she actually passed out, but of course that didn’t stop him, he just laughed and that was about it. Soon he removed the belt and put it back in the loops of his pants. “Now you are a good girl,” He laughed loudly. Rose on the other hand decided to cover her ears with her hands, she tried so hard to cover her ears, to make the pain stop but that angered the man and he haled off and hit her hard in the face, she fell to the bed as she held her face and cried a little bit. “Leave me alone!” She shouted, which made the man want to get what he wanted but decided not to, he was just going to make her want to fight and he was getting tired. The booze started to wear off since he had drank a few hours ago, she sighed and thanked god silently. He tossed something on her bed and she looked down at the letter. Then back at the man with a look “What is this?” She didn’t dare ask him any questions, the man sneered looking at Rose then headed for the door. “You will be going to that place, id suggest reading everything so you are not stupid.” He sighed and left the room, left to go back into the other room to nurse another beer. That’s all he did was eat, drink and shit, he had maids for the work and he got his money buying and trading slaves to man who prefer to have more then one slave incase he had to trade but even that wasn’t all to good.

“What is this?” And that is when she read what she was to do.

“No Way!” She smirked.

 

[Stranger34]

Tallon

Tallon was a man to be feared.

He was huge in every aspect, from his head, which grew like a forbidding outcrop of granite from a thick, bull's neck, to his enormous wide shoulders, his thick muscular forearms and huge hands. His waist was also thick, though without an ounce of fat, and his great legs grew like the trunks of redwood trees from wide feet each the size of a small chariot wheel.

There was no part of him that could remotely be called undersized, and that could certainly not be said of his genitals, which, as the awestruck whispers amongst the Trained could testify, were perfectly in proportion to the rest of his body. The whispers, however, never travelled far – the fear he commanded effectively silenced any hint of mockery at the court.

Tallon was a Trainer – that select, privileged band of men who were responsible for the training of the female captives that were brought to the Palace. He used to be handsome once, it was said, though now the only truly attractive feature that remained were his eyes – a deep green colour, almost jade in hue, studded, for those that dared to look, with flecks of gold.

His was the task of training the captive girls – training them in the arts of giving pleasure. It was said that the girls, once trained, had no fear of their fate with the Emperor, so great was the fear and awe in which they held him. Indeed, after an encounter with Tallon, even the fear of death itself was said to pale into insignificance.


So as this story begins, the three girls, brought from distant lands to this amazing, beautiful, fearful place in the middle of the Great Desert, are brought to the centre of the courtyard, where a crowd has gathered to watch. They will be meeting their Trainer soon, though they are still not sure of the fate that awaits them. They have heard, to be sure, stories of the Emperor, but as no-one alive has seen him, or lived to tell the tale, nothing can be certain.

 

[Stranger34]

Tallon

The girls were brought, hands tied, to the centre of the courtyard, where they were instructed to keep their heads bowed. There was a complete and eerie silence as the crowd waited for the moment when the mighty Tallon would appear, and strike terror into the hearts of the captives.

"Be still!' commanded a guards voice, and then, a hushed whisper spreading like wind amongst the reeds, "He is coming!!!" It might well have been the Emperor Himself, such was the fear and awe amongst the onlookers. There was a rasp of steel as guards drew their swords, and to the girls, looking down on the ground, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching across the dusty ground. Each, when they saw the size of his feet, involuntarily drew breath - they were terrifyingly large. And then his command, harsh and unyielding as the desert sun, rasped across the evening air.

"Look at me!"

 

[Mephistophelily]

Renn tried to hold back the soft whines in her throat as the men commanded them to stay still. She couldn't stay silent like this... tears continued down her cheeks as she whinced her eyes closed, trying to block out the sounds, the smell of the dirt and the stench of the people watching them. She was an animal on display to these demons?

Her eyes opened enough to see the giant feet resting before them as the footsteps ceased, the meek whimper she had been fighting for so long finally escaping as she realized how big a man had to be connected to those.

"Look at me!," he barked out, Renn cowering a bit more as she raised her eyes. He truly was a beast of a man... But what purpose did he have to them? She wasn't sure exactly... Was this their Master? She was horrified to think of this being the persoon she was to serve. The idea of serving anyone, really, made her feel ill.

She tried to make herself stop crying. She couldn't let him see how scared she was, that would only make things worse. She sniffed a bit, trying to stop the flow of water from her eyes as she bit her lip.

 

[Mayu]

Rose was cold but she didn't let anything upset her, she closed her eyes as she started to think about where she was. It couldn't be any more worse then where she was. She felt the cold wind hit her body, but it felt good, she felt some what free. A kind smile given as she looked down to the ground and waited by the others. Soon she heard the silence and knew he was here, when he barked the order to look she did with no fear. She looked up seeing him, he looked rather young but knew he was older then he looked. She didn't smile, she showed no emotion but she didn't hold any kind of fear. She knew if she did as she was told that he wouldn't hurt her.

Her goal was to be the Emperor's favorite, not to get special treatment but because she always wanted to be someone's favorite and silently promised herself that she had to do this. Her blue eyes scanned the area, seeing where they were, and a gentleness was given as she saw the Emperor getting closer to her. She held her head up high like she was proud of who she was and she didn't mind anything, her gentle innocent body smelt of Cinnamon, a sweet smell for a sweet girl. Her deep brown hair was rather nice, it wasn't in her face, but with what she could find it was in a braid with her bangs on each side of her face

 

[brigid_fitch]

Shanti

The last few days had been a blur. Torn from her comfortable life, Shanti could scarcely believe what was happening to her. No longer the smart, pretty Shanti that the silly village boys lusted after and the vapid village girls envied for her beautiful features, she had been put on display and sold like the bolts of fabric in her father's shop. Her once elegant sari was now in tatters and she struggled to keep herself covered. Her gorgeous raven-black hair was completely disheveled and her luminous brown eyes red and puffy from crying.

But when this monster of a man appeared, the girl next to her began sobbing. Shanti looked up at the man's face when he commanded and saw a satisfied smile at the crying girl's obvious terror. At that moment, Shanti decided she had been afraid long enough. She'd spent most of her life in her father's shop, haggling and bargaining with the best of them. She knew everyone had a price--all you had to do was to find out what it was they truly wanted.

 

[Stranger34]

Tallon

Tallon looked down at the three frightened girls with something that approached, as near as it was possible to be, satisfaction. Three young, fresh girls, new as the rare morning dew that occasionally covered the desert in the spring. He would get word, no doubt in time, that the Emperor would be pleased with his offerings, when he had finished with them.
He scrutinised them, his face impassive.
One girl was crying and trembling, unable to meet him in the eye.
One was trying to match his impassive stare, not displaying any kind of fear, and he gave her a small mental mark of approval.
The third girl looked defiant, rebellious even - well, he'd seen all that before, it wouldn't be long before she was as pathetically subserviant as all the others.
He turned to the matter in hand.

"You are the prisoners of the Emperor! From this day, you belong to Him. Your every waking thought, and action, and deed, will be dedicated to the service of the Great One. Your one goal in this life will be to bring Him pleasure. You will be trained. If you are very fortunate, you will be summoned to meet Him, when your training is done. Should this be the case, then you will be expected to pleasure Him. If you fail, the consequence will be death. But if your train hard, and listen well, you may please Him.
This is a harsh place. If you fight against it, you will find it harsher. To please the Emperor you must work first on acceptance. You will find any acts of defiance will be punished severely."

He paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in. He could see their surprise at the way he spoke - many expcted him to communicate simply in grunts, but as many others had found to their cost, it did not pay to underestimate a man such as Tallon.

"Training will begin in the morning. A guard will be sent to fetch you from your quarters. I will see then, what you are already able to do, and how you will need to be trained. You will be fed tonight, and expected to rest. You will need all your strength for the morning."

He motioned to the guards. "Take them to their quarters. See that they are fed, and that they are comfortable, and above all , that they are not interfered with in any way."

With that, he turned, and disappeared once more inside the Great Palace.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Property of the Emperor? Renn felt even more ill at that, trying hard to convince the queezy feeling that overcame her to pass. Trained to bring him pleasure, and failure equalled death?! Tears fell from Renn's eyes once again, terrified that she was already condemned to the executioner. She had never been with a man before; how could she know how to please ROYALTY?!

She barely even noticed the guards' hands taking her arms and guiding her back into the small room she had been in before. her mind was filled with so many frightening images- trying and failing, the way that he would speak of her failure, the gleam of a blade coming at her head...

"I don't wish to die...," She whimpered out, lifting her head as the guards tossed a plate of food into her room. She looked it over, not wanting to eat anything... though her stomach betrayed her, growling furiously at the sight. Hesitantly, she picked up the small bread and nibbled on it. This training... Perhaps she could learn well enough to keep her life.

 

[Mayu]

Rose looked into the mans eyes when he came over to her, she wasn't afraid that was what they wanted to see, that they were terrified. She looked dominate but she really was 100 percent submissive. She listened to his instructions and would follow them, she didn't want to die so she would have to do every little thing. When they were taken into cells she looked over at the other girl and reached out to her.

"Shh try not to cry thats what they want, they want to be able to smell and see your fear, don't let them get that from you" She looked at the girl then the other girl in the back, she sighed a little bit. "Damn I wish we could get out of this, some how maybe."

 

[Stranger34]

The girls huddled together, awestrucjk and terrified. They were taken into the great place complex, down covered hallways, around corners, thoriugh doors. Across a smaller courtyard. All around, others pointing and whispering, girls looking at them and giggling nervously, some looking them up and down, weighing them up for their poise, or beauty. Who would befriend them?

At last they arrived at a large room, divided up into diferent chambers. Two armed guards stood at the entrance, but stood aside when the girls were brought. The doors opened, to reveal a large-breasted, middle-aged woman, with prematurely greying hair. The expression on her face was kindly, but tinged with sadness.

"Come in, my dears," she said. "My name is Karinna. I am here to welcome and settle all the new arrivals. Now you mustn't worry yourselves too much about anything - what is done is done, and now you have to make the best of it. Come in, come in, Ophlelia - she clapped her hands - please make sure these girls are bathed, have a change of clothes, and are fed properly. It must have been a long day for them, poor dears."

A beautiful, dusky-skinned girl appeared as if by magic at Karinna's side.

"This is Ophelia," said Karinna, "she wants to serve the Emperor, like we all do, in our own ways." Ophelia bowed once, but did not speak. Silently she began to remove the girls' robes, ,and gather them up. Karinna continued.
"Now Ophelia was a little unlucky - she believed that she was a Special One - many of the girls do, you know, don't look so surprised - and thought she was ready to see the Emperor straight away. She didn't think she needed any training at all." Karinna shook her head sadly at this, as if remonstrating with Ophelia for being so foolish.
"Tallon put her in her place, of course - she was little too freespeaking with him, and he had her tongue tied. Open your mouth, Ophelia."

Ophelia did as she was told. Indeed, her tongue was tied with some sort of cord, fastened to the roof of her mouth - it looked extemely swollen. The girls gasped.
"Oh, it could have been worse, you know," continued Karinna breezily. "She could have had it cut out altogether - but it was her first transgression, so perhaps Tallon went a little easier on her." Her voice dropped almost to a whisper as she mentioned his name, and looked around, as if he would come striding out of the shadows, summoned by the mere mention of a name.
"She will remain like this for three days - and oh, she was beaten too, of course. I'm only telling this to you my dears, so that you don't get yourselves into trouble. Do exactly as you are instructed, and you'll be just fine. Now, Ophelia, get those poor dears into the bath."

With that Karinna bustled away, clapping her hands, organising the other girls, checking on the food that was being prepared. The three girls were left with Ophelia, who was aleady motioning them to follow her, to take their first bath in their new home.

 

[Mayu]

Rose did as she was told and just nodded, she followed her into a nice room and she walked over to where she was to have a bath, she could smell lavender, which was her favorite scent to smell, she hadn't smelt it since she was 5 when her mother was still alive, once she had permission she sat down and sighed some, closing her eyes, she opened her eyes and saw the scared women, she just relaxed, trying and hoping to be the Emperor's favorite.

 

[Stranger34]

They came for her in the middle of the night.
Four guards, wearing soft-soled shoes so as not to wake and alarm the other girls, took one of the new captives, wrapped her in her bedclothes, taking care not to injure or damage her in any way, put a hood around her head, a gag in her mouth, and were carrying her out of the dormitory even before she woke. When she did, in great alarm, she was aware of hurrying feet, changes of light and dark beneath her blindfold, muffled voices, gates being opened. At last she was laid down on a hard floor, gently, but completely unable to move.

A harsh voice rasped out, a voice she already knew, and feared.

"Untie the girl, but leave the blindfold."

Strong hands pulled at her cords, untying her, freeing her arms and legs. She was still in almost complete darkness, there was no sense in trying to escape. She remembered the girl Ophelia's tongue, and Karinna's advice. Go exactly as you're told, and no harm will come to you. So she sat, passively, trying to control her trembling, awaiting her fate.

 

[Stranger34]

Tallon

Tallon stood in the private chamber in his quarters, examining the girl the guards had just brought. She was the tearful, trembling one, the one who had broken down and cried when she saw him. Well, she would probably cry a few more times, before her training had finished. Young, he put her age at about 18, long brown hair, slightly freckled skin, delicate hands - all these attributes he noted, storing them away in his memory, thinking about what kinds of pleasure each girl would be suited to giving, what their natural talents may be.

At the moment, he felt no desire towards her, no pity - just a professional curiosity. "Stand up girl," he ordered sharply, and she stumbled to her feet in terror. He moved around her, not touching, just observing, seeing the curve of her body, the slight swell of her small but pert-looking breasts, the paleness of her skin.
She could sense him moving, like a huge cat, around her, sensed his coiled danger.
The blindfold was being tugged now, she could feel his enormous fingers struggling briefly with the small knot, and then it was falling from her face, and she could see.

She barely noticed anything about the room, so afraid was she, it was an effort even to keep her eyes open. He was still behind her, she dared not move.

At last he finished his inspection, she felt his enormous bulk shift from behind her, and he came into her field of vision, almost blotting out the dim light from the torches gutttering on the walls.

He was even more menacing, and larger, this close to him, than he was at first sight. He stood in front of her, dressed in a brown leather tunic cut off at the shoulder, exposing his huge biceps and forearms. She stared at the centre of his chest, not daring to raise her eyes to his face, nor heaven help her, to look down.

"Well, girl?" he said, in a softer, but to her no less menacing tone. "Are you not going to look at me? Look at me girl, and tell me what you see."

 

[Mephistophelily]

Renn slowly raised her eyes as the man growled for her to do so, trying to keep her fear from rising again. That was hard to do, with just the presence of him making her want to burst into tears. "I- I see-," She choked out, though her eyes fell from him as quickly as they had risen. Trying to hold back her emotions made it so hard for her to speak...

"I see... a frightening giant of a man...," She finally said meekly, shivering before him. His gaze on her made her feel even worse, as though his look was taking her soul as well. She didn't want to look at him again. She was far too frightened to...

But he had told her to. the other woman had said to listen to everything or be punished. Hesitantly, her eyes rose to his once again, sucking in a breath to keep her body from shuddering as it was. "Your eyes..," She whispered out, taking them in a moment as she finally dared to look towards them.

 

[Stranger34]

Good. The girl had bravery, at least. Many of them did not dare raise their eyes to his, when he gave the order to look at him. She was afraid, to be sure, but she had met his great dark-green orbs with hers, if only for a moment, and this was a good sign.

"A frightening giant, you say." His voice was deep, rough, but controlled. He chuckled a little at this, as if he could possibly be surprised. "Believe me, girl, what you feel now is nothing as to what you will feel when you meet the Emperor, if you should even be so fortunate to get the chance. But I am glad you are afraid. You should use your fear. Use it to improve. I do not tolerate failure, whether of action or of spirit."

He paused for a moment, to let his words sink in. The girl's head was still bowed.

"I do not need to know your name. My name is Tallon. I am the Head Trainer, here. I am sure you would like to know what will be expected of you."

The girl said nothing, but continued to stare straight ahead.

"I am going to uncover your talents, the things that you do naturally well. I will also train you in things you do not do so well. First of all, I want to see what you can do.
The Emperor will expect you to perform a dance as a greeting. If that is successful, you will be allowed to continue onwards, to pleasure him in other ways.
So, girl, you will dance for me. I will gather from your dance, what your other talents you may have. I may want to try out one of your talents for myself......on the other hand, i may not. I will decide."

"Now, you will dance."

Tallon took a couple of steps away from her, giving her some room. This was harsh, expecting a young girl to dance in front of a complete stranger, someone as fearful as he, in the middle of the night, with no warning. But not as harsh as failure in front of the Emperor, and he had his own reputation to uphold as a finder and trainer of talent.
He did not expect to see polish, but sensuality, arousal, even naiivety in a girl could be arousing. They did not know themselves if they had it or not - only he could tell.

He looked at the shivering, frightened girl, pitiless, waiting for her to begin dancing.

 

[Mayu]

Rose sensed something, she didn't know what but had a bad feeling about something, she opened her eyes seeing some men coming for one of them, when she noticed it was one of the other girls and not her she pretended to be asleep so she wouldn't get into any kind of trouble, but when they left, she sat up unsure of what was going on, she covered herself up and sighed some, looking outside she stood up and saw the darkness, she crossed her arms and waited for something to happen.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Dance, sir?," Renn choked out, her body tensing as he stepped away, unsure of what to do. She danced for the festivals in her village... but never anything that could be considered special.

She swallowed hard, trying to block out where she was... Perhaps that would make it easier. *Think of the music of the festivals, of the laughter, of the wonderful smells... not where you are now. You dance for joy, not fear.. The eyes watching you are of your family, your friends...They dance with you...*

Her own prodding thoughts brought her out from her shell a bit, closing her eyes as she tried to keep into her little world. There was no one else there, to her...

Swaying her hips slowly, her eyes still tightly closed as she bit her lips, her arms began to raise, snaking against each other as they passed over her head. She leaned back a bit, her legs moving to keep her balance as continued until her back paralleled the floor, her hair brushing against the dirt covered ground, her nude body writhing as she did so. As she straightened herself, one leg kicked out a bit and she turned herself around, her arms still moving slowly against her body as the soft twirl brought her back to her original stance. Dropping to the ground, her legs tucked neatly beneath her, she rested her hands palm up against the floor, her head lowered.

 

[brigid_fitch]

Shanti

Rough, calloused hands grabbed her and pulled her from the glaring stare of the beast who called himself Tallon. She did not--could not--resist. She had heard stories of places like this, where women were kept as pets for the regional lords. Now she was to be the pet of this Emperor. She knew neither his name nor the name of the land he reigned over. All she knew was that she needed to keep her wits, do as she was told, and look for the weak link in Tallon's armor. That was her key to freedom. She knew she was beautiful, she knew she had "talents", and swore a silent oath to use them to her best advantage.

She was led to a large room where guards were posted. A woman, roughly in her 30's, greeted them as Karinna. She bade them look upon the poor wretch whom she called Ophelia--little broken Ophelia, whose tongue had been cruelly lashed to the roof of her mouth for some minor transgression. This shook Shanti to her core. Shanti had many graces, many attributes blessed upon her by the Fates, but they were offset by a sharp tongue. This had served her well in her father's market, but here it was sure to be her downfall.

Led into a bathhouse, she could smell lavender and jasmine--smells of her home. She choked back a sob at that thought. Home, where she had been only 3 days prior, tending to her father on his deathbed, unaware of the mountainous debt he had acquired in keeping them in surroundings more lavish than they could apparently afford. But she kept her mouth closed, her eyes passive, her body submissive. It was made painfully obvious the consequences of disobedience. Shanti could play the part of the cowed slave. Determined to live, she had no choice.

In the dead of night, she heard the frightened girl being taken. When the guards had whisked her away, Shanti heard the third girl awaken and, in the dim light, sit up in bed. The girl made no other motion or sound. She had apparently adopted the same attitude that Shanti now wrapped about her like a shroud--there's nothing that can be done now. Watch and wait. If only she were brave enough to speak to the girl! But, to her shame, Shanti was afraid. She had endured too much the past few days and was unsure if she could withstand the inevitable beating for speaking to her slavemate.

Restless, helpless, and cursing the Gods, Shanti fell amongst the bed linens, finally succumbing to the grief she had held at bay for so long. Tomorrow, she thought. If I can survive the night, if the guards give me a moment's rest, tomorrow I can start anew.

 

[Stranger34]

Tallon watched, with a professional detachment, as the poor girl began her wretched, halting dance. She tried hard, to be sure, twirling, arms moving, trying desperately to inject some sense of sexuality into what was a fearfully threatening situation.
She tried, that was important. He also noted that her head was bowed, in true submissive fashion, this too was a good sign.
The dance itself, that was not so important. Of course, plenty of work would have to be done between now and the end of her training, injecting soft, submissive glances, practising showing off the best assets of her body, which, he noted was toned and in fairly good shape. The way her hands fluttered, too.....they could be a real asset in the art of pleasure. But she had shown she was willing, had the correct air of submission.

She was a true innocent - of that he was certain. She had not been with a man - her virginity was still intact. Sweet young virgins were always a high prize and he felt sure that the Emperor would enjoy this girl, eventually. However, she had to be skilled in other arts of pleasure, and he was going to enjoy teaching her, he felt sure.

None of this showed on his face, he remained as impassive and stony as when she first arrived.

"You are not an experienced dancer. You will have a lot to learn. I can see that you are not experienced in life, or in the pleasure of men. Again, you will have much to learn. Tell me, what experience have you had, exactly, with a male?"

He was sure he knew the answer - but was curious, still, to see her reply.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Renn raised her head enough to look at him as he spoke to her, her lips parted a bit at his words. Not expereinced at dancing? But... She thought she had done so well for the festivals, she had trained so hard to learn every step... And he still was not impressed.

He was staring at her, the look in his eyes frightening her as he took her in. She tried to huddle down against the floor a bit more, trying to cover herself from his gaze. The curious glances of some of the men of her village she was used to, but nothing like this...

"Tell me, what experience have you had, exactly, with a male?"

Renn's eyes widened at that, her face paling. What sort of question was-

She was here to pleasure the Emperor. Of course he would want to know that...
"I have never been with a man, sir," She said meekly, lowering her head again. Suddenly she felt quite embarassed to be still a virgin.. "I know some things that would be involved, but- but I have never truly done them."

 

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Tallon continued to scrutinize her, his deep, green-black eyes noticing the way her lips parted, again her meekness, watching the way her small, delicate hands fluttered as she spoke.

She was a delicate little rose, to be sure, but fragile? He doubted it. There was a strength to this girl, underneath her shyness and inexperience. Tallon suddenly had a feeling that this girl might, just might, be very good, if he were to train her properly.

"You;ve never been with a man, you say, but you 'know some of the things that might be involved.'" His voice had a slight edge of sarcasm to it, she looked up for a moment, fearfully. "I wish to see how much you know of what 'might be involved', he continued, his voice deep and steady.

As if from a long way away, she heard his voice continue. "You will unbutton the front of my tunic, and take out what is within. I have seen your hands - they are going to be your special talent. I shall train you in the art of using your hands to pleasure a man - for now, I wish to see what you can do. Take it out, and hold it, but no more, until I give the word."

He stood before her, massive, intimidating, his legs astride, watching the poor, meek girl in front of him.