Chapter 3
Training and Games
Elizabeth could tell that Latif was higher ranked among the eunuchs just by the way he carried himself with an air of confidence. The other eunuchs she had passed while in Latif’s company bowed their heads to him in deference to his title as head eunuch. She could see why he would’ve been chosen for the task of catching her up on harem studies; he seemed a kind and gentle man.
He was ready to give Elizabeth her first lesson that afternoon. She had been resting when Delia came to fetch her, saying that Latif was waiting on her. She hurried out of her room and into her reception area.
“Remove all of your clothing,” Laftif softened his words with a kind smile, attempting to put the girl at ease.
Elizabeth quickly did as he ordered, dropping the garments to the floor. He sorted through them with the handle of his ever present whip. He flipped over her night dress, stopping at her under garments. “Get rid of those. You’ll no longer need them. Meet me in the bath house in one hour.”
Delia found her mistress a robe and slippers. She brushed out Elizabeth’s hair until it shone and sent her off to the bath house where she met Latif as instructed. He ordered her to lay on the massage table as he went over her body slowly, looking for any imperfection.
“Your training will consist of good manners, total obedience, and instruction in the art of love,” he explained. “I will be monitoring you in all aspects as you are special, and we can’t afford to make any mistakes for such a prize.”
“I-I want to go back to the convent, please,” she whimpered. His hands stilled above her mound. He gently pushed her thighs apart.
“I’m sorry, little one, you haven’t a choice. Such is the life of a slave. This may sting just a bit. I must attest to the Master about your virginity.” His touch was warm and soothing as he inserted his middle finger finding her intact he pulled out. “All finished. You’ll feel better after you relax in the bath.”
She took a long hot bath soothing her aches and pains. The small demons that had bathed her yesterday, they scrubbed and rinsed her body and then washed her hair. After her bath Latif was once again inspected Elisabeth for any blemish by running his hands over her oiled skin. She noticed that he had a slight frown when he had gotten down to her feet and ankles.
“You must remember to have the hard skin on your feet scrubbed with a pumice stone. Then oil them twice daily until it smoothes away the rough skin. You will find that I am a skillful and patient teacher. You are to be my pride when you’re given away. I will not be harsh but you must learn your lessons well.”
Although Elizabeth had been owed by the Emperor for years she had never felt more like a slave than in the last few days. Now she was terrified that she would be given to some monster, used for sex, and then killed for being a Slayer. She had been so happy at the convent. She once again thought of him. Spike would think she didn’t want to see him when she didn’t go to him. Tears welled in her big green eyes.
“Now, little one, there are going to be things asked of you that you’ll not enjoy. You must always appear willing, no matter what or who it may be,” he said. “There could be times you’ll be told to entertain others than your Master. You must always do so giving yourself to the others as you would your Master. Don’t forget that you will have the power to honor or dishonor your Master.”
“It frightens me to I think that I could do something to embarrass the Master. I don’t want to die for a mistake. I don’t do many things well.”
“That’s why I am here teaching you, little one. You have nothing to fear. I will have you well trained before you leave us,” he said. “Bathe yourself at least thrice a day in the mornings, afternoon and evening. You will never know when you will be called to the Master so you must always be ready to receive him. Dry yourself and go to my rooms for your next lesson.”
“Yes, Latif.”
She slipped on her bath robe and sandals and left for his room. It was a short walk across the main courtyard to Latif’s rooms. He smiled as she stuck her head in after knocking.
“You ready for me?”
“Not quite, little one. Why don’t you have a seat by the window and brush your hair,” he said, handing her a silver brush and comb. She worked through her badly tangled hair, and soon she had it shiny and smooth. He handed her a basket filled with various kinds of make-ups from dark colored eye liners to pretty pink lip glosses.
He smiled sweetly at the Slayer. They spent hours going through the makeup deciding what they liked and what didn’t work so well. Latif told her that some men like their women with makeup all the time, others didn’t. She was just going to have to pay attention to her new Master’s likes and dislikes. She decided that the grey eyeliner, silvery green eye shadow, and pink lip gloss were her favorites.
“Now remove your robe.” Elizabeth hesitated. She had never been naked so much in her life. She sighed and removed the offending garment.
“You’ve got to get used to your nakedness. I have done you a great disservice by allowing you to stay at the convent so long.”
“No, no, you didn’t. I’m getting better with being naked. I am--it is just hard to get used to.”
“We do not conceal possessions from our Masters. You must show well,” he said, with a chuckle. He led her to a small rug in the center of the room. “Kneel on the rug. Now, spread your knees apart while keeping your feet together, and put your hands on either side of your feet. Lean backwards and up. Throw your head back and shake your shoulders so your hair falls behind you.”
She was now totally exposed. She could feel the cool air hitting her bare mound. She held her position for as long as she possibly could and then toppled to the floor. She looked up to find Latif laughing softly.
“That was called making the bow. You do it when you’re going to your Master’s bed. I want you to practice what you’ve learned every day. Now go back to your nanny and get something to eat. Child, you are far too skinny!”
“Am not.”
The following day Latif had her meet him in one of the Emperor’s guest bedrooms.
“You are to disrobe after crossing the threshold to the Masters room.” Elizabeth pushed her robe off her shoulders and toed out of her slippers.
She was in awe of the large lavishly decorated room and in the center the biggest bed she had ever seen. He pointed to the small rug on the side of the bed.
“Here is where you make the bow. Present yourself to your Master. Good, good, now there is one more position that I want show you today. Kneel, turn around and face away from me. Arch your buttocks up and your back down, so your breasts are hitting the floor. This is called presenting the peach.”
He walked over to the bed. “Now we’re going to pretend that the Master wants you in bed. When he calls, you crawl up the carpet to enter from the bottom of the bed. Then make your way up toward him. If ordered to leave you are never to turn your back but to crawl backwards out of his chambers.”
She practiced crawling up the carpet and into the bed after presenting herself. It felt rather strange to be climbing up into the bed from the foot end of the bed. The last part of the day’s lesson had been about cleaning him after sex using a bowl of perfumed water, sponges and towels.
“There will always be a bowl of perfumed water, sponges and towel. You are to use it to wash your scent off him and yourself. If there is another with you and he chooses use her for his pleasure, then you must stand at the side of the bed, with your eyes down while he is with her, and then sponge both of them off. Now crawl backwards to the door, again.”
Gradually, as her lessons progressed, Elizabeth got more comfortable with her nakedness. Not as much as the women out sunning themselves in the nude but enough to be around Delia, Latif and the bath demons without blushing.
One early afternoon Latif came to her rooms with a cloth bag in hand. He never came to Elizabeth’s rooms unless to retrieve her when she had been late for a lesson.
“Did I have a lesson today?”
“Ah, my sweet, I thought you would be more comfortable in your own rooms. We will have Delia present for this next lesson.”
“Delia will be back shortly. She went to get us some fresh fruit,” she said. She was curious about the bag but also a bit scared because it had to be something big for him to bring it here.
“How are you musical classes coming along?” Latif sat back on one of the large piles of pillows that littered the room.
“Um…I’m kind of failing music. Mistress Eve doesn’t even let me use the triangle.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. Mistress Elizabeth maybe a lot of things but musically talented wasn’t one of them. They had quickly found out. She did, however, excel at dance, so much that Latif brought into the harem a special teacher just for her.
“But…I learned the veil dance completely in one try.”
“Ah, that is an accomplishment.” Just then Delia had come back from her run to the harem’s kitchen for fresh fruit that her young charge liked so much.
“I’m glad you’re back, Delia. Now I can get on with our lesson for today,” Latif said. He reached into his bag pulling out a phallus.
“Today’s lesson is the art of pleasuring a man using your mouth. You will learn how to take his cock into your mouth and pleasure him while drawing him back and forth as you would with your hips, until he is relieved of his lust.”
“But don’t men go pee from that spot? Ick….”
“Yes, men also relive themselves, but they can’t do both at the same time. There is nothing to worry about. Now where did you hear such a thing?”
“Well some of us had been talking after class…”
“That explains it. Do not listen to the little tarts in your classes. You are destined for greatness. You are the Slayer--a great asset to the Emperor.”
He reached over and picked up the phallus to hand to her, letting her examine the large item. Elizabeth had seen items like this shown in her class, but she had never gotten this close to one. She couldn’t help but wonder if they were all this large or if this one was made larger for practice. She ran her hands up and down the phallus.
“When you feel he is about to release himself then take him in as deeply as you can and when he erupts, swallow his seed.”
This was the last of her lessons. Now all she had to do was practice every day. She continued to go to her dancing lessons. She enjoyed the graceful moves. Practicing gave her daily exercise that Latif was always complaining about.
Elizabeth hadn’t even begun to fantasize about going to her home dimension. There was no point--she would have to go with her new Master. She knew from listening to the other girls the ones who had been in the outside world. The other girls had gone to the Emperor or he gifts them away to friends and sometimes he has even been known to release them if their families came to him.
Kera had told her that she should pray that she didn’t get a demon that would turn her into an exhibition or use her for feedings. Slayer blood was an aphrodisiac so they might try to drain her and sell the blood. There were many demons that would like to win her just to kill her because she was a Slayer.
Latif and Delia had picked out many fabrics and taken them to the tailor. Elizabeth would need a whole new wardrobe to go to her new Master. She was after all a reflection of not only Bymasa but the Emperor, Latif, and the harem.
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Elizabeth had been quietly sitting by the bubbling tiled pool in the large courtyard. Latif found her there and explained that final games were about to begin. Soon she would be going to her new Master, and the Emperor thought it would be fun to let her watch the final match with him. After then she would be staying with her new Master in a different area of the palace.
Delia already had her Mistress’ things sent to the room. Latif had the room prepared to accent Elizabeth--everything from the lighting in the space to the color of the sheets on the bed. She was his greatest creation. He was terrified that this slip of a girl who had snuck into his heart was going to be sent to harsh Master.
She was bathed, oiled and perfumed. Latif brought her pale pink silk pantaloon and a matching halter with beaded fringe. Her veil was done in the same sheer pink silken fabric. The anklebands were done in silver, embroidered with flowers. The halter was edged along the sides and the bottom had tiny crystal beads that would shine when the sun hit them. Latif gave her several silver chains of various lengths to wear around her neck.
“My gift to you.”
“Thank you, Latif. I will treasure them.”
“It will be alright, I promise you,” he said, helping her into the litter that would take to the coliseum, the Emperor, and her new Master.
As she walked into the Emperor’s private box, he looked upon her with admiration. The girl may be a slave but she still had fire. She was proud of being a Slayer even if she didn’t know much about them. Elizabeth had been told since she had gotten to this dimension that she was special. She was a cherished possession of the Emperor.
She couldn’t see anything sitting behind the Emperor. She was barely five feet tall and he more than seven feet and large. She could however hear him and his friend Akim talk about the games. From what she heard a half-breed was winning the final match. Elizabeth hoped that whatever the half-breed was, some part would be kind.
Then it was over and she was being ushered back down and into her litter. The presentation would be taking place in a few minutes. The winners would be announced and in just a short while the presentation would take place in the Emperors great room.
She could hear the slave girls carrying trays of food out to the long tables, knowing that tonight the great room would be filled. Latif, she knew, had all the women wearing matching sheer blue and silver pantaloons, their tops bare as always. The Emperor had his entire harem with a few exceptions up on the floor tonight for the second and third runners-up to choose a slave. She knew from overhearing Akim’s conversation with the Emperor that they would also be presented with gold and jewels.
The demons that won the games had been taken into private bath houses, each of them attended by six of the Emperors most beautiful young girls all completely naked. They calmly went about the jobs of washing and shaving. Then they had been patted dry and a masseuse was sent into relax their aching muscles. Once compete each demon was offered a small cup of wine and then was quickly dressed.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. I got busy with Christmas.
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