The Emperor's 4th-gen girls were completing their daily training schedule as he walked past, ogling 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.
India Rose was sparring with Loveday Espey, Lieutenant Espey's sister. Both girls were tall and slim; their figures 'made-to-order' by him.
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.
In Indy, he had a tall natural blonde with perfect porcelain white skin and big blue eyes. The Emperor admired her long shapely legs and generous implants, as she sparred with the equally tall and slim, auburn haired, Loveday. He had also 'gifted' Loveday a pair of fake breasts, 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, taking the opportunity to fondle her. She tried not to flinch in disgust, having unfortunately become accustomed to this in the past few months as they approached adulthood.
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 in his harem.
"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.
The Emperor peered across the room at Indy's identical twin, Ruby Rose, who was two minutes younger than her, and smaller in height and build. He had wisely decided to keep Ruby 'all natural', as a pleasant contrast to her sister. He found that variety was most definitely the spice of life.
Ruby, along with the other petite 4th-gen girls, Winter Berry and Araminta Appleby, was currently in gymnastics training.
He watched Winter on the balance beam, where she 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; he looked forward to educating her… slowly.
Turning to the archery station, he spotted the amusingly wild Lili, the serious and 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, and he had made it his business to secure one for himself, like his father had done, and his grandfather before that.
A happy mixture of the former Asia and northern Europe, the Chastain women were absolutely gorgeous. It was hard to know if that was their blessing or their curse, he mused.
Their genetic line seemed impervious to whom they married, as generation after generation of their women bore the same delicate faces, with a touch of the old East, not too tall, not too short, stunning green eyes and light brown hair. Naturally very well-endowed, top and bottom; touching them with the knife would be a travesty…
Except for two secret sexual surgeries, reserved just for them… The surgeries made the feisty Chastain women, shall we say, 'compliant', in the marriage bed.
A fiery streak ran strongly through the matriarchal line, and his father had passed on to him that the Chastain women were absolutely heavenly in bed, but only if you could tame them…
Given Delphi's unruly nature, he had had his surgeons complete their work on Delphi while she thought she was having her wisdom teeth removed.
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 at the girl, his eyes dark with desire.
The two of them had a dance of some sort going on; he liked to think of it as a 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 to our Lord!"
The girl slowly set down her bow, 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. It was amusing to him.
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, archery.
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 to be too submissive when he was done. He looked forward to the process with delightful anticipation.
Delphi insolently 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.