Golden Cages in Jahelia

It was all over the news. A young man, fresh out of high school, had saved The Emperor from an assassination attempt. After the recent years of economic growth, The Emperor was now the most powerful man in the entire world. Everyone wondered what reward His Majesty would bestow upon this brave young man. Rumour had it that the Emperor's palace housed a large harem. Some people joked that His Majesty would give the boy some of his secret concubines. They weren't far from wrong.

The priestly caste and their traditionalist supporters had long lobbied to make polygamy legal again. They sought upon this opportunity to make their move. The young boy was a national hero. If the Emperor were to allow him to take multiple wives, then the people would hardly object. Even among many of the progressive liberals, The Emperor was still seen as a divine figure, the avatar of God. The boy who saved him was a hero and had helped make God's will manifest through his actions. To criticise the boy would under any circumstances be considered treason.

The Emperor listened to the council of his priests and made his decision. He called upon one of the most experienced dominas of his harem. The dominas were slave girls whom the Emperor granted the authority to police the other women of the harem, even the wives and the concubines, who were strictly speaking above the dominas in rank. The Emperor rarely slept with his dominas and they rarely undressed in front of the other women, as being the least dressed woman in a room was an important sign of submission. The dominas needed to be assertive towards the other slaves, otherwise the Emperor would demote them.

All the dominas were exquisitely beautiful. Almost all of them were tall and lean. A domina couldn't be too voluptuous, because that would cause her to arise too much lust in The Emperor and inspire him to ravish her in the same degrading fashion that he would his lesser slaves. Many dominas had found themselves demoted in such a way as they grew older and put on a little too much weight around their hips and thighs. There was nothing worse than going from lording a whip over the other slaves to suddenly being forced to lay beside them with your bare ass jutting in the air, waiting for The Emperor to sodomise you.

The domina The Emperor summoned this day was in her late twenties and had served in the harem since the day she came of age. She strode confidently into the room on tall stiletto heels. Her haughty manner was just like that of a noblewoman. Despite her beauty, and despite the fact that her breasts were a little too large and her hips were a little too wide for a domina, the Emperor had never bedded her. He simply respected her too much and valued her ability to keep his wives and his slaves in line. Sadly, today, he would be giving her up.

"Good afternoon, Sabrina," he said, as she approached. "Is my sister still sulking?"

Sabrina bent forward at the hips and kissed his outstretched hand. "She is crying and begging for His Majesty's forgiveness, stroking her swollen bottom," she said.

"Good," The Emperor said. "Very good."

The Emperor watched her for a while. In his mind, he played with the thought of commanding her down on her knees and telling her too crawl between his legs and wrap her virgin lips around his cock, which was pulsating inside his pants.

"Your breasts are almost falling out of your dress, my dear," he said. "You should watch what you eat. A flabby body is unbecoming of a woman of your station."

Sabrina looked at the ground. It was hard for a domina of the harem to know when it was appropriate to act proud and when to be meek. Any hint of defiance would be punished severely, but acting too submissively could make one loose The Emperor's respect. He was an impossible man to please. His description of her body as flabby was wildly off the mark. Only through diligent dieting was she able to keep her naturally large and bouncy breasts down to a modest size. As she got older, she knew it would become harder. Demotion terrified her. The women of the harem hated her, even her fellow dominas, as The Emperor often made Sabrina discipline her peers when he was displeased with their work. Three of the slaves whom Sabrina was directly responsible for were former dominas whom The Emperor had demoted. Sometimes, when The Emperor demoted a domina, he would reinstated a previously demoted domina to take her place. Sabrina was terrified that one of her personal slaves, who danced for her, bathed her, licked her cunt and took daily lashes from Sabrina's whip, could come to be her future mistress.

The Emperor tossed Sabrina a key. "Take your collar off," he said.

"What?" she stammered. For a moment, she thought she was facing execution, but she could not imagine what for. Perhaps one of the wives had been spreading false rumours about her. It sometimes happened that women were retired and allowed to leave the harem, but Sabrina was too young and too beautiful for that to happen yet. Most slaves who left the harem were resold on the black market, a fate they all dreaded.

"I am relieving you of your holy duty to my harem, Sabrina," The Emperor said. "Remove your collar."

With shaking hands, she did as she was told. The diamond encrusted collar slipped from her and fell to the floor. She rubbed the sensitive skin around her neck. It felt odd.

"I am very sad to do this, my dear," The Emperor said. "I hoped you would serve my harem even into the next life." He sighed. "Alas, I have a different need for you. The brave young boy who foiled the devilish attempt on my life needs to be appropriately rewarded. As I am to understand, the boy is really a slacker with few aspirations. The life he lives is not worthy of a hero of Jahelia. I task you, my most loyal of slaves, to make this boy a man. Bring him a large collection of women and let him take as many as he wants for wives."

Sabrina curtseyed. "It will be done, Your Majesty."

"I am sure it will," The Emperor said. "The boy has God's favour, so failing to serve him well would be a crime of treason worthy of the most terrible punishments." He yanked one the leashes that extended from his throne, and a barely clothed woman crawled from her resting place, pulled his cock from his pants and placed it within her warm mouth. "I tire of this," he said and yawned. "Be off with you," he said and waved at Sabrina. "Oh, but before I forget. The women of this country, especially all these uncouth immigrants that come here to share in our wealth, have started to get certain troublesome ideas into their heads. If any of the women you pick for the boy were to show themselves unwilling, it is important that the public never learns of it. I expect you to turn these women into devout patriots."

Sabrina left the throne room. Servants escorted her off the harem grounds. A trio of policewomen awaited her with a stretch limousine. They drove her to the hotel at which the boy would be staying. The two young girls manning the reception were both very beautiful, as all the women hired to work at luxury hotel in Jahilia were. They greeted Sabrina with the respect due an emissary of the palace.

"Is the hero in his room?" Sabrina asked them.

"Yes, ma'am," the first of them responded.

"I hope you have taken good care of him," Sabrina said.

"Of course," the girl confirmed. "All of us are at his disposal."

"Stand up straight when I am talking to you, girl," Sabrina barked. "Pull back your shoulders and arch your back." She sighed and rolled her eyes. This was not like the royal harem. "How many girls are serving him at the moment?" she asked.

The receptionists looked at each other. "No one," the first of them said. "He is alone."

"What?" Sabrina could not believe these bitches. "Is no one attending him?" she asked. "What is he doing?"

The receptionist blushed.

"I want to know everything you have done for him," Sabrina said.

"He asked for pizza and marijuana to be brought to his room," the receptionist said. "After that, he asked to be left alone."

"Is that all?" Sabrina said.

The receptionists looked at each other. "He called down half an hour ago asking us to unlock the parental control on the TV," one of them said.

Sabrina could not believe her ears. "A hero of Jahelia ... a champion of God our Lord ... is watching porn in your hotel?" she asked.

The receptionist looked down. "Yes," she said.

"This is a disgrace," Sabrina said. "We need to act fast." She studied the closest receptionist. "Do you dance?" she asked.

The girl hesitated before she shook her head. "No," she said.

"A pity," Sabrina said. "You have the hips for it." She sighed. "Have you ever sucked cock?"

The colour vanished from the girl's already pale face. "No," she stammered.

Sabrina smiled. "It is much easier to learn than dancing," she said. She turned her attention to the other receptionist. "I assume you know how to shake your booty," she said. "The dark complexioned girls of your race always do."

"Excuse me?" the girl said cautiously. She was a beautiful girl, seemingly of mixed Asian and African descent. Her body was well suited for a palace dancer. She had a thin waist, wide hips and modestly large breasts.

"Do you dance, girl?" Sabrina asked in an impatient tone. "You are both servants at this hotel. You will both serve God's champion in the way you are most suited. You both have curvaceous hips and lush lips. Which do you think the champion will enjoy the most?"

The girl swallowed. "I can dance," she said.

"Good," Sabrina said. "I will refer to you as Talia. This is now your name. As long as you serve your Emperor's will, you will not need your family name. Understood?"

The girl nodded.

"Good." Sabrina said. "Now I need you to change into a different outfit. You can start by removing your uniform."

"Pardon?" the girl whose name was now Talia said. "I can't undress here."

Sabrina sighed and rolled her eyes. "Before I joined the Emperor's court, most of the maids at high end hotels and restaurants wore uniforms that left little to the imagination," she said. "I hear customs have changed a lot, but you are still your Emperor's subjects and your will obey any command from his emissaries without question."

Talia quickly removed her jacket, unbuttoned her shirt and stepped out of her skirt. The lace material of her underwear gave her minimal covering. She hunched her shoulders and placed one arm across her breasts and one hand between her honeyed thighs.

"Stand up straight," Sabrina barked. "Ass out and chest forward. You need to carry yourself as a dancer." She signalled for her attendants to bring her something. "I still need you to undress further, girl," she said and held out a bra and a hip scarf decorated with sparkling sequins.

The girl's eyes grew wide when she saw the garments. "But, ma'am, that skirt will hardly cover me," she said.

"It will cover you better than that thong you are wearing now," Sabrina said. "Off with it."

The girl hesitated. Sabrina nodded her head at one of the policewomen, who stormed around the desk and twisted Talia's arms behind her back, dragging the half naked girl over to Sabrina. The few people who hung around the lobby had started to take notice. Sabrina did not consider it a problem. Upper class people were much less likely to be outraged by public displays of force than the members of the progressive and often puritan middle class. Most of the aristocracy missed the good old days when you could strip and flog a servant girl in the streets without anyone batting an eye.

Sabrina walked up close to Talia and hooked her thumb's inside the waistband of the shivering girl's panties. Then, she squatted down and dragged the panties down along Talia's honeyed legs. The girl whimpered silently as her hairy sex came into view. Sabrina sat on her heels for a while and admired the sight, before asking the policewoman to spin Talia around so she could get a good look at the girl's ass. She placed her hand on the small of Talia's back and reminded her loudly to keep the correct posture. The girl's buttocks were large and soft but still firm. Sabrina stood up, unhooked and pulled off the girl's bra without further ceremony.

"There we go," she Sabrina said. "As our merciful god made you."

She handed the dancing outfit to Talia. The distraught girl quickly put on the bra and wrapped the scarf around her hips. With her dark hair and slanted eyes, she had the perfect look for an exotic dancer.

"Now," Sabrina said, turning to the white girl. "I need you to show me the way to our champion's room." She reached out and tucked a fallen strand of the girl's blond hair back behind her ear. "I think I will call you Emma," she said. "You look like an Emma."

Emma led the group to the elevator and they rode it to top of the building, where they stepped out into the massive royal suite, which covered the entirety of the two top floors. The extravagant rugs on the floor were littered with pizza cartoons and discarded clothes. The champion seemed to be quite the slob. Sabrina heard the noise of the TV from the master bedroom. She told the policewomen to wait and beckoned the two receptionists to follow her. After a quick knock, they entered the room. The champion lay naked on the bed. His still erect penis and his belly both glistened with freshly squirted cum. The massive TV showed two young girls showering together.

Sabrina smacked the girl she had christened Emma across the butt. "Quickly girl," she said. "Go prostrate yourself before the champion and lick the seed from his shaft."

The girl stumbled awkwardly towards the boy on the bed. She got on her knees before him and mumbled some words about how it was an honour to meet him in person. The boy looked completely flabbergasted. A couple of moments passed. Sabrina lost her patience and walked up to Emma, gathered the girl's hair up in her hand and pushed her head down towards the boy's groin. Emma reluctantly stuck her tongue out and started lapping up the sticky white substance that slowly ran down the boy's deflating penis.

"My Champion," Sabrina said, letting go of Emma, "I'm an emissary of His Majesty. I have come to save you from this sorry state." She took the remote control from the bed and turned off the TV. "An avatar of our merciful god shouldn't be watching pornography." She gave Emma a kick in the butt, making her fall forward into the boy's lap. "The boy's stomach still looks sticky to me," she said. "Get licking!"

Emma put her mouth down upon the sticky white flesh of the boy's tummy and resumed her work.

Sabrina took the boy's hand and guided it to the back of Emma's head. "Don't let her up until you are satisfied," she said to him. "Letting your seed spill to the ground would be a sin." She turned towards Talia. "Girl, go and gather a group of maids. I want the bedding changed and the entire suite tidied and cleaned."

Talia curtsied and quickly left the room. The sequins she carried rattled as she walked.

Sabrina got on her knees beside Emma. She had dreaded this moment, but it had to be done. She handed the boy a brand new diamond encrusted collar. "My dear champion," she said to him and bowed her head in submission. "I hereby pledge my soul, mind and flesh to your service. Please, clasp this collar around my neck as a symbol of your ownership."

The boy just stared at her slack-jawed. Sabrina sighed and pushed Emma away. Then she took the boy's hands in hers and guided him, as he closed the collar around her neck. "It is a little too tight," she said, after the clasp had come down. "Take the key and loose it up a little."

The boy just stared at her.

The collar was cutting into her flesh. It was really uncomfortable. When the boy did not respond, Sabrina lost her patience. "Unlock the clasp, you fool," she barked at him. She realised immediately that she had gone too far. "I am sorry, my champion," she said and kissed his feet. "I am just an unworthy sack of meat serving your divine will. Please, forgive my outburst. As a lowly woman, I lack your clarity of mind."

"That is quite all right," the boy stammered and pulled his feet away from Sabrina's wet lips.

"Thank you, my champion," Sabrina whispered and got on her feet. She was frustrated and angry, especially since one of the reception girls had been there to watch her humiliating display. "Emma," she barked. "I have a task for you. Follow the champion into the bathroom and take a bath with him. Remember to clean your teeth and mouth first." She smiled her usual smile. "I don't want to see him having an erection when I come back," she said. "If he gets hungry for you while you clean him, I expect you to offer him quick relief."

This is perfect, Sabrina thought to herself. Her new master was just a boy. She could easily manipulate him and make herself the true mistress of the household she would make for him. It did not occur to her, yet, that a young and inexperienced teenage boy could quickly become a much more demanding master to serve than a middle aged Emperor, to whom unlimited sexual gratification was nothing new.