Secret Surgeries

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.

They'd been taken from their families when they were so young they could barely remember them and raised as prisoners in the palace by the older women in his harem.

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 as soon as 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 incredible shape 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 the Emperor watched intently, 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 which she was thankful for.

The Emperor's fantasies were in full flight as he watched the two girls fight. He was thankful they turned eighteen next week, 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 grope her huge bosoms. 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, plus 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; tiny, short skirts that barely covered their asses, thong panties, and low-cut crop tops that exposed their midriffs and were quite unsuitable for their heavy exercise regime.

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 two minutes younger than her and smaller than she was in height and build. The Emperor had decided to keep Ruby 'all natural', as a pleasant contrast to her sister.

Ruby 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 'comparatively' small and athletic.

Both 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's and Loveday's, providing the Emperor with plenty 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 provided beautiful women to the palace for generations.

A happy mixture of the former Asia and northern Europe, 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…

Except for 'down there'…

A fiery streak ran strongly through the matriarchal line and the women had the reputation of being absolutely heavenly in bed, but only if you could tame them…

His Emperor father had passed on the knowledge of secret sexual surgeries reserved for the Chastain women; a G-spot augmentation and a clitoral unhooding.

Given Delphi's unruly nature, he had had his surgeons complete the two surgeries on Delphi's sugar puff while she thought she was having her wisdom teeth removed.

The surgeons had told the girl she had a bit of pain between her legs from a catheter they had needed to insert.

The Emperor loved the fact Delphi had no idea of the changes to her honeypot, and that she never would.

In combination with strict teachings by the consorts to the girls never to touch themselves because it could harm them, and regular 'inspections' to ensure obedience; the surgeries made the feisty Chastain women, shall we say, 'compliant', in bed.

The Emperor 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 gazed intensely at the girl, his eyes dark with desire.

He was getting aroused just looking at her. The two of them had a dance of some sort going on; he liked to think of it as a form of very extended foreplay.

Feifei and Lili both curtsied. "My Lord," they chorused sweetly.

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. Despite his special 'training' over the years, this little girl still thought she could take him on.

He very much looked forward to teaching her who was the boss after they consummated their marriage next week.

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 delightful anticipation.

Delphi turned her back on him, returning to her weapon.

The Emperor suddenly slammed her up against the wall from behind, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head.