The Emperor's Pleasure

[brigid_fitch]

Shanti

"You - you performed.........well,"

Shanti stirred from her reverie. She could hardly believe what had happened, what was happening to her. She had drunk him in, greedily, when he came, moving against him, wanting more of him. Her plan had originally been to ingratiate herself to him--make him want her so badly that she could get him to drop his guard, allowing a chance for escape. But even as she tried to remember the fabric of her plan, it unraveled, lost its urgency. She couldn't think of past or future. Only now, here with Tallon, and the memory of what she had done so willingly.

But he had changed, too. In the short time they had been together, he had lowered the walls surrounding him and was actually allowing a glimpse of a part himself that even he had most likely forgotten. He was barely standing and seemed...lost, unsure of himself. And he wasn't bothering to hide it from her.

"I wish to know.....where did you learn your arts? How is it that a humble girl such as yourself, should know so much about pleasure. Are you a spy, sent by my enemies to weaken me?"

Shanti quickly rose, but was still concious of how swiftly his mood could change. At any moment, he could kill her...probably would, just to save face for showing such weakness to a slave. The precipice she had been treading all night was now almost a physical thing.

"My lord, you flatter me. I have only done what was commanded of me, the best I know how. I assure you, I am not a spy and if you are...affected... by my inadequate efforts, then I thank you most humbly for the compliment." She took him by the hand, led him to the luxurious sitting pillows arrayed on the floor and bade him sit. When he had done so, he let out a soft sigh of relief, and she again moved to her low bow before him. She lowered her head to the floor so that he wouldn't see her calculating her next move.

 

[Mayu]

she looked at him and did not say anything, what she did was remove her clothing and sighed a bit, looking at him then bowed before him, she sighed silently and looked down, not saying anything, since she didn't want to be hit.

 

[Darkness Falls]

Phallar clearly hears the soft sigh, and a light frown appears between blonde brows. Although he is not averse to the application of violence for punishment, the former solder has his own ways of dealing with such insolence.

An hour passes, and indifferent to her discomfort, Phallar’s ice blue gaze, cold and distant, rise from his parchment, and shift toward the bowed woman. He studies for a time before speaking in low contemptous voice “I told you to kneel, now do as I say. The correct manner, is to spread your knees wide apart, and place your forehead upon the floor.”

 

[LitShark]

Djavan stood outside of Emily's room for a moment, pondering what he could do for this poor wretch of a girl to help her please the Emperor. He wished the note had sent him to battle instead.

Sex had never been hard for Djavan to come by. His clean, boyish good looks had the village girls chasing him constantly. His extremely light green eyes could melt even the coldest heart. His own heart had always been a good one, but for some reason cruelty on the battlefield came naturally to him.

Djavan tried to tap into his inner cruelty as he unlatched the heavy wooden door to enter the young slave's quarters.

When he first beheld Emily, his green eyes seemed to sparkle. She was stunning. Her beauty drove all the maliciousness from his mind.

A slow even breath calmed him as he closed the door behind himself and latched it with a key. 'This lovely creature is not a person like I am.' he reminded himself 'She is a slave'.

He couldn't stop himself from smiling his tender disarming smile at her as he began to speak.

"Hello Emily. My name is Djavan but you will know me as 'Master' or 'Sir'" Djavan began walking toward her, his bare torso displaying his well defined abs above his embroidered purple loin cloth. "I am here to train you in the arts of pleasure."

"You are lucky, for you have been chosen as one of the Emperor's personal playthings. If you listen to my instructions carefully and work hard, you may gain the ultimate privilege, pleasing the Emperor."

"We will begin immediately, insolence will not be tolerated."

 

[Mayu]

She had no clue no one ever said she showed respect wrong, but she wasn't going to fight over it, she did as he wanted, her legs spread and her forehead on the ground, she closed her eyes feeling the cold ground on her, she didn't make a sound.

 

[Stranger34]

Tallon needed some time to think, to clear his head. Events, he felt, had moved far too quickly for his liking. Even now, the girl was leading him to the cushions.....no, this was not right. He would not tell her, but he thought she would be ready for the Emperor, should He make the call. The thing was, that it was on Tallon's word, his recommendation, that the call was made, but on this occasion, Shanti's skills were somethoing he felt he mght rather keep to himself, at least for a little while.

That was subterfuge - and Tallon knew it. Not quite in the same bracket as treason, but still punishable by death. To withold a girl from the Emperor, for one's own pleasure........even Tallon, mighty as he was, thought twice before doing such a thing. But then he looked at Shanti, with her long, nimble fingers, her head bowed.......memories of her mouth, her hands, her panties, all came flooding back.
He might just keep her for a little while.......nobody would know, if he didn't tell anyone.

The girl was stil bowed in supplication, covered as she was in his juices, and again he was impressed by her dedication, even if he still had his suspicions. He wondered what other talents she might have to offer, and he looked forward to finding out. But now was not the time - there were other matters to attend to, particularly the problems posed by his sister, which he did not want to address at this time.
He came to a decision.

"You will return to the bathouse, and be cleaned. I will send for you again in the morning. I have important matters to attend to - but I will look forward to seeing what other talents you may have, come the morning."

He was as impassive as ever - but inside, a thrill of anticipation shot through him - he had not felt this way, not for a very long time.

 

[Darkness Falls]

Time seems to pass with glacial slowness, and Phallar, his attention fixed upon other matters, simply ignores his trainee for another hour. Finally, he puts down his quill, and rises to his full 6’4 inches. Stepping from behind his desk, the tall trainer, his steps lithe, and dangerous, walks toward the kneeling Rose.

He silently circles the woman several times, and with expressionless blue eyes, studies her form and shape. The former solder stops directly behind the Emperor’s new pet, and his shadow, long, and menacing, falls over her bent back. He leans forward, and with one long finger in the centre of her back, he presses, encouraging her to arch her spine. The twin mounds of her finely curved buttocks rise proudly upwards; and nestled in amongst the nest of dense brown fur, the pouting pink lips of her sex, spread invitingly like the open petals of a perfect rose. Yes, he thinks to himself, Tallon is quite correct, her arse is indeed spectacular. Phallar inclines his head, and straitening up again, his speaks in voice flat with disinterest “Every morning, you will shave your sex, oil, and perfume it” Moving to a side board, he picks up an ugly Hessian garment, resembling little more than a sack with holes for arms and legs. “You can rise now, and leave. Return tomorrow morning” Holding out the garment “You will wear this until you earn the privilege of nicer clothes”

 

[emily123]

Emily was startled at the sudden appearence of this handsome men. In normal circumstances she would have fallen for him like any girl would she was sure but she was feeling fear at his appearence.
He spoke something but she understood little and in the end all she did was to stand where she was confused barely rigestering anything

 

[LitShark]

Djavan's brow furrowed as he looked into the young girl's eyes and she stared back at him, dumbfounded.

"Please don't make this difficult girl," Djavan warned. "I want you to show proper respect to your master. Bow to me, knees spread, forehead on the ground."

Immediate compliance was expected. When Emily continued just staring at him, Djavan became enraged.

“Didn’t you hear me?!?!” His eyes flashed with rage. “You don’t know how good you fucking have it you whore!”

Who did this slut think she was? She was nothing more than a slave who needed only lie on her back to gain an audience with the Emperor. One simple command was too much for her to handle. He realized he would need to be very active in the breaking of this girl.

“I see that cock hungry sluts like you only understand one thing,” Within the blink of an eye Djavan had cleared the space of the room and was inches in front of Emily’s face. “Force.” This last word was punctuated with a hard backhanded slap that knocked Emily to the ground.

His hand grasped the back of her neck and pushed her face against the filthy ground. He ruthlessly kicked her inner thighs until her legs had parted, what he believed to be, an appropriate distance.

“Much better,” his voice was calm and melodic again “This is the proper way to show respect to your betters.”

 

[emily123]

He slapped poor emily real hard and she immediately bowed to him as ordered but her eyes were red and tears could be seen on her rosy cheeks

 

[LitShark]

He set his foot on the back of her neck, pressing her face harder against the ground.

"Much better my dear, don't forget to arch that back." He moved his foot from her neck slowly and took a step back to admire Emily's body. "What do you know about dancing Emily?"

 

[emily123]

I nod my head not sure if i were allowed to speak but decide it is better to speak and in low voice say "No Master"

 

[Stranger34]

Tallon

After the door had closed, after Shanti had left, Tallon stood for a while, immobile, pondering. Now what was to be done? He had seen the three new recruits. The first had been adequate, but lacking in enthusiasm. The second, Rose, had been so sweet, so innocent......he was sure that she would be successful, and would return to pleasure him, and the Emperor, some day, if she trained well. He had high hopes for her.

And as for Shanti, he really did not know what to think. She had kept him just slightly off balance for the whole of their encounter, and even though this had irritated as much as it had intrigued him, his military mind appreciated and held a grudging admiration for her feat in doing just that. Keep the enemy off guard, keep him guessing, and you held the whip hand, whether in battle or in politics, or in love, though he knew little about the latter.

So, again, what was to be done? He had an uncomfortable feeling that she had spotted a weakness, a flaw in him, and that she could and would use it to her advantage. On the other hand, he held all the cards that mattered - he had the power, physical and political, to do just whatever he wanted with her, and if she overstepped the mark, he would punish her swiftly and brutally. But - and there was always this nagging but - she had ENJOYED pleasuring him, he was sure of it......whereas most girls were too afraid of him. If not the physical pleasure, then at least the battle of wills........and then his mind turned again to her panties, the way she stroked them over his cock, the way she leaned against him, her skilful, delicate fingers...........He shook his head.

No. He would attend to his other duties first, before he summoned her again. There was his sister to consider, she had committed yet another indiscretion with a high-ranking married official, and was doing this with impunity. He feared that her connection to him was something that she used, as a guarantee against severe punishment, but it was making him look more and more of a fool. He would need to meet with her promptly, to find out what was going on. Too many more indiscretions, and his own position and reputation would be threatened.

He sighed, as he headed for the bathing chambers. He needed a long soak in some very hot water, with a pretty little bathing maid to take his mind off his worries.

 

[LitShark]

"Very well," Djavan grinned, happy to be training in something he had experience in. He quickly snatched her to her feet by her hair and walked around in front of her. "Watch closely, you'll be expected to dance for the emperor, follow my lead."

Suddenly Djavan swept himself into the air in an acrobatic leap, and set about a firey and furious set of coreographed movements.

 

[brigid_fitch]

Shanti

"You will return to the bathouse, and be cleaned. I will send for you again in the morning. I have important matters to attend to - but I will look forward to seeing what other talents you may have, come the morning."

Shanti was glad her forehead was touching the floor, her face hidden from him, so that he could not see her smug look. This is what she had hoped for--she knew he was exhausted by her efforts. By leading him to the sitting pillows, he would finally succumb to the lethargy of two orgasms so close together. She needed time to think.

Tallon pulled a bellcord near the pillows and the great black door swung open soundlessly. Shanti shifted her head just a bit, hoping Tallon would not notice her movement, lest he use it as reason to punish her. She could hear and finally see the boots of the guards coming to the summons of the bell. Tallon was shouting orders, something about making sure she was not to be harmed or marred along the way to the bathhouse, but Shanti wasn't paying attention. She was too caught up in the tapestry of her plans, weaving it once again, picking up the loose threads and watching the pattern grow, just as she had done at home.

But every time a pattern would begin to form, she would see a pair of piercing eyes, the color of emeralds.

She was only dimly aware of the guards fumbling with her sari, wrapping her up in it before marching her across the courtyard. When she was deposited into the bath, she saw the weary Karinna and merely stared uncomprehendingly as the older woman made soothing noises and poured the water over her hair and down her back. Shanti was puzzled--she didn't feel as though she needed to be soothed. She hadn't been abused, mistreated, or misused. She had kept herself at arm's length from Tallon, kept him off-balance and shaken his confidence. She had learned that he has a weakness for long fingers and delicate panties. And she knew that she had affected him deeply, something that none of the other girls had accomplished, based on Karinna's practiced responses. Armed with this knowledge, Shanti should have been elated--should have formulated a plan of action for their next encounter.

But all Shanti knew was that she was confused. Confused and excited at the prospect of seeing Tallon again.

 

[emily123]

The poor girl could not follow him perfectly but she tried her best to follow him.
She feared more beating as Djavan was slowly getting impatient as his face clearly portrayed

 

[LitShark]

Djavan watched as Emily tried to mimic his dance. She actually did a pretty good job in Djavan's estimation. The dance he showed her was very difficult and she had managed to remember the sequence of moves very well. Her performance, though admirable, lacked intensity.

The routine included several bits of acrobatics and Brazilian kapo kicks. These movements were simply glossed over in Emily's interpretation. When she had finished he stared at her, his face neutral, displaying no emotion. He pointed to the ground which she correctly assumed was her cue to return to her bowing stance.

“You show promise but I think you need a dose of reality.” With those words his bronze face darkened and his hand moved under his loin cloth, freeing his long slim cock that stood out proudly, 9” in front of him, curving slightly upward and hard as a rock. “Lift your eyes slut.” Djavan awaited her reaction.

 

[emily123]

As per the orders i raised my face and was shocked at what greeted my eyes.
I was extremely shocked to see your long black (" cock staring at my face. I dare not moved my head but could not help closing my eyes out of fear and shame.

 

[LitShark]

Djavan’s eyes flashed with rage as he reached down and roughly pulled her head back by the hair. “You WILL look!!!” He yanked her hair again for emphasis. “Look into your destiny you haughty little bitch, look into your future!”

As Emily’s eyes timidly began to flutter open, his voice became soft again though his face still looked dark and grim. “You are a slave now. Your only purpose in life is the sexual gratification of your superiors. Your only true desire is to please the mighty Emperor. Whatever memories or hopes you cling to from your life before, abandon them. Your old life is gone forever, you must be ready for your new destiny.”

 

[emily123]

As these words dawn on me i could not help to stop a few tears escape from the corner of my eyes!
I look at you with pleading eyes to save me to have mercy on me and in those cold eyes i thought i saw some warmth for a moment or two!

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

The beauty stirred in her sleep, her tossing head disturbing the fiery coils of deep golden red hair that flowed across silken pillows and spilled from the bed nearly to the floor. Her delicate limbs, hidden by an emerald sheet, slid sensuously over the silken bed. While stretching out, her small foot encountered something hard and warm. A little toe poked the warm mass, but the mass remained motionless. The toe poked again, harder and the mass shifted.

The beauty sat up, and the sheet slipped to her waist exposing the alabaster skin, kept flawlessly smooth and luminous by the daily attention of her slaves, and full round breast sitting high on her small frame. She braced herself, palms on the bed as she kicked at the warm, hard body of the young man sleeping in her bed.

“Get out! Get out!” she shouted, “Why are you here? Get off my bed! Get out before I call the guards and have you arrested!”

She kicked at the young man, turning and following him with her feet until both he and the sheet that covered her were on the floor. The falling sheet of silk revealed her naked body to be unmarred by hair or color except for the rose pink of her tensing nipples.

The handsome young man scrambled to his knees next to the bed, his dark head bowed while she continued to kick his shoulders and chest. Although vigorous, her kicks were not what moved the man, it was the sheer force of her will, for few who knew of the young woman’s temper were willing to risks its rise and those who knew it well knew her current kicks and screams were merely a small taste of her full wrath.

He speaks without raising his head, his voice touched by a hint of fear, “My Lady, I am sorry. I feel asleep, yes, in your bed, but I could not resist the temptation to remain with you as long as I dared. How could I leave, Lady Farsiris, when I had a chance to hold your beauty in my arms, inhale your scent and to taste the delicate flesh of your neck?” Her feet stop their kicking and rest upon the young man’s shoulders as he speaks, “I fell asleep, My Lady, with you in my arms, in lungs, and on my lips. Whatever the punishment, I will always have that memory. Whatever the price, it will be worth it. That I have offended you is my only regret and for that alone I am truly sorry, My Lady.”

Her burning eyes are a stunning deep green, and like her brother’s, are speckled with flecks of gold, they look down at the dark curls of the young man’s hair, and she remembers them wrapping like little springs around her fingers as she held his head between her thighs. She tries to remember his name but cannot; that his is a gentleman merchant, a jewelry maker, is all she can recall. He has no friends or power at court, so no one, not even Tallon can complain. The corner of her lips lift in a greedy smile, in her experience, his kind gives the most beautiful gifts. Married young to a minor court dignitary with a generous nature, Farsiris has never gotten over her love of expensive gifts, even after he died, leaving her a position at court and a small fortune, she has continued to seek out those who would give her new gifts to treasure.

Her feet slide over his shoulders and her heels rest on his back as she purrs, “Oh my precious pet, there is no need for you to abase yourself, I awoke startled from a dream and reacted, over-reacted, in fear.” Her feet gently shake him until he looks up at her smiling face.

“How prettily you use your tongue to form a gracious apology, my pet, but it has other uses, as well, I think.” She lies back on the bed and parts her knees, her heels dig into his back, pulling him to her as her body slides over the smooth silk, joining him.

“Remind me.” She closes her eyes as his dark curls again wrap themselves around her slender fingers.

 

[LitShark]

I look down into the young girl’s hypnotic blue eyes, sparkling with welling tears. For a moment feelings of pity and even tenderness tug at his heart. His face remains resolutely stern as his light green eyes bore into her. ‘I have to remember’ he thought to himself, ‘she is a slave, she must be broken and remolded if she has any chance to survive this life.’

Djavan forcefully grabbed Emily’s wrist and pulled her hand up to his cock. She resisted slightly but his grip became more painful when she did. Djavan sighed at the delicate touch of a woman, but remained unmoved and intimidating.

 

[emily123]

Emily now knew she has no hope of escape as she saw at his resolute face.
He placed her hands on his hard warm cock.
Her hands were trembelig as she held his cock in her soft hands.
She felt totally helpless now knowing this blackman will soon violateher body

 

[LitShark]

The hand gripping her hair began to push her head forward. She cradled his cock gently with her fingers but his mind was on her soft, pale, crane-like throat. She needed to learn to deep throat a cock if she stood any hope of pleasing the great Emperor. He led her by the hair closer and closer to the head of his cock, her resistance increasing the closer she came. He continued to force her until he could feel her warm and frantic breaths on his long, erect staff.

“Mind your teeth little one,” Djavan warned “Pain for me will mean far greater pain for you, of that you have my complete assurance.”

 

[emily123]

i felt revolted as i smelled his cock it was having stench of stale piss and he wanted me to take that thing in my mouth.
It felt nausiating and i could not help but turned my head away even as he pulled my hair strongly as his cock touched my lips.
I begged him to let me go when he slapped me hard on my face i begged him toatleast wash is thing.