[Every character in this story is over 18.]
A golden dawn was slanting through the arches of the emperor's menagerie. Though the birds in the lush tropical gardens had awakened with the first shred of dawn, the brass marble in the dwarven clock was just now dropping. The metal ball clanged, startling the dozing guard, who dropped his scimitar with an even louder clang.
"You lazy poltroon! Look sharp or your next promotion will be to palace eunuch" shouted the madam as she burst into the room, hardwood sandals clacking on the tile.
"Madam, deepest apologies, it will not happen again" said the smooth-cheeked guard, snapping to attention and fixing his crimson tasseled robes.
"See that it doesn't" said the madam, glaring at him. She wore dark black lipstick, matching her tight leather bodice and long black skirt. She tapped the guard lightly where she knew his balls to be with her cane. He cringed and stifled a cry in his chest, but knew better than to react. Jezel only snatched the iron key ring from his belt loop before striding away with a snort of derision. No sergeant was as torturous as Madam Jevel, true; neither did any sergeant have such a wide, luscious ass. The young guard gritted through the pain and tried to count his blessings: for twelve more days this fortnight, he was the only man, other than the emperor, who would be witness to the refined beauty and raw desire caged by these marble columns. Too many blunders at this post, and he would be demoted by the emperor all the way to the south pole, but play his cards right and perhaps His Majesty would share his toys.
Madam Jezel strode along the sunny balconies and through the warren of decadent furniture: piles of richly embroidered pillows, purple satin and gold thread; fine mirrors and fountains; erotic statues, ropes and chains, stoppered crystal bottles with alchemical concoctions-- at the centre of it all, an enormous, downy bed with red silk sheets the night servants had made and folded smooth as a Bourganian cake. Jezel cast her discerning eye here and there as she strode directly for the sleeping quarters at the back of the room behind five evenly spaced oak doors.
At each door, Jezel opened the lock and rapped at the door with her hardwood cane: BAM BAM BAM.
"Alpha, arise, Beta, arise, Gamma, arise, Delta, arise, Epsilon, arise"
The young guard across the chamber kept his back straight and his shoulders back like he was on parade but could not resist moving his eyes. The reveille of the whores was a spectacle no man could ignore. Ten nude and nubile menagerie harlots emerged from the cells and took up their barefoot marks, cellmates flanking the doors left and right. These women, drawn from every corner of the empire, would each have been beauty queens or first-rate king's courtesans in their homelands; here, they were merely first among equals, subject only to their madam and the emperor himself. The empire's annals speak of Sutaran II expanding the aviary and Sutaran III establishing the botanical gardens, according to the well-known fancies of those rulers. The Menegarie of Pleasure was an additon of this reign: Emperor Ranato's chief hobby was to cavort with his love-slaves and fuck-toys.
The madam began the morning inspection with the first girl at the leftmost door.
"AlphaLeft" Jezel addressed the naked young woman who stood before her. Whatever sunny island name she had been christened with was now replaced with the bare designation, the first whore in the first stall: AlphaLeft. She had light caramel skin and brown eyes and stood about a head shorter than her severe madam. Removing her right glove, Jezel cupped AlphaLeft's tits and tweaked her dark nipples. They hardened instantly in the cool morning air; the whore parted her lips slightly, moaning softly.
"Feet apart" said Jezel, poking her cane between the girl's legs and rattling.
"Yes Madam."
Jezel raised the polished cane to the girl's pussy lips, pressing slightly and drawing the cane out glistening.
"Good girl. I see you've warmed up. Now clean it," presenting the cane sideways to be licked clean. AlphaLeft eagerly complied, lapping up her own juices from the rod.
"Now, AlphaRight," said the madam, approaching the second girl, evidently another caramel skinned beauty from the same clime, but a bit plumper and more--
"Unghhh" came the sudden moan from three places down the line.
"BetaRight!" Madam Jezel snapped her head to the disturbance in her ranks.
The girl there stood her mistress' little display of dominance and energetically masturbating. Her cell-mate suppressed a smirk and feigned disinterest. These two mischievous whores were tall, pale, freckled girls with fiery hair brushing their ample bosoms. Jezel approached the masturbator, who was plunging her middle finger in and out of her twat; she bent forward slightly and spread her legs to better pleasure herself.
Madam Jezel snatched a fistful BetaLeft's hair at the back near her scalp, facing her."What in the abyss are you doing?"
"Preparing myself, Mistress, so as to be always ready for the emperor's cock" came the stammered reply.
"You know full well there is no onanism allowed during the reveille, you wanton slut" Jezel scolded the whore, who had a pained expression. "However, I do praise your energy" said Jezel, kissing the whore lustily while she ventured an ungloved hand towards the girl's cunt. BetaRight moaned in pleasure.
"Mmmmm.. yes mistress, I'm sorry mistress"
Madam Jezel was momentarily tempted to divert from her dutiful inspection of the ten luscious whores so that she could fingerfuck this particular wench to completion. It would teach her a lesson and perhaps serve as an example to the others - of course, Jezel would take no small pleasure in it, either. Before she could decide, the young guard called clearly across the room: "Palace Eunuch bears a message. His Majesty, Emperor Ranato, returns from His noble falconry and is at this very hour dismounting with His party at the western stable."
"Damn it all," said Jezel, inwardly cursing the viziers: "no one informed me His Majesty was falconning last night. Alright you lazy whores, look alive, prepare your bodies and your stations. Same assignments as yesterday. Except you-" smacking the ass of churlish BetaRight "-your partner will help you to assume the stockade. "BetaLeft, you will have your partner locked in and lubed up before ten minutes time or else be eating gruel until the solstice"
"Yes, Mistress" said the tall redhead, rushing of with her slutty partner to prepare the stockade station.
A waifish blonde whore from the end of the line piped up "Umm, mistress, I can't remember my station from yesterday"
"EpRight, you little bimbo," Jezel pinched the girl's cheeks like a cute pet dog. She listed the roles:
"Alphas are on Fellatio, Betas in the stocks, Gammas massage, Deltas pussy, Epsilons the butthole. Crotchless lace and nipple pasties are the order of dress, let's make it simple and make it quick. Go, go go!" she said, shouting and clapping her hands.
The girls scattered in every direction, scrambling to get things ready in case the emperor decided to come straight to his harem after dismounting his steed -- from stable to stable, as it were. EpRight, the little nymph, trailed after her partner, muttering complaints about yesterday's anal. "I heard that, young slut" came Jezel's rebuke.
Before long, each girl was clad in a colored lace crotchless thong and matching pasties covering her nipples. Just as the aviary contained birds of every hue and the gardens contained a cultivated bounty, the Menagerie of Pleasure was a museum of feminine beauty, a private exhibition of the arts of love. Each duo of girls sported matching colors and coordinated jewelery: silver rings through nipples, gold piercings on face and ears. There are many perks to being the pet of an emperor, if a woman has the body and the mind to play the part.
Though an emperor's wish was his whore's command, day or night, the girls were nominally assigned a station each day during the 'work hours'. This helped to keep peace and order among the girls, but also allowed certain sexual arts to receive their full elaboration. The blowjob girls would prepare a yin and yang of oral pleasure. One girl would ice her mouth, the other warming her tongue and throat with hot olive oil. The massage girls had an ingenious table, with many surprises and tools to stimulate the emperor. The pussy girls had the most desired post. They were only required to lounge in the sheets of the central bed and to keep each-other in a state of constant ripeness and wetness. Last came the anal girls, who would keep plugs of solid gold or silver in their tight puckered rings, with beautiful gemstones studding the emperor's reserved assholes for that calendar day.
Normally, the fifth team would shadow the emperor, engaging him in light conversation, ready to fetch a towel or suck him to hardness, to fluff him before ravishing some other sister-whore. Today, the Beta duo would instead be in the 'stock' as punishment for BetaRight.
