The Lotus Garden
Copyright© 2025 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 7: Entertainment
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 7: Entertainment - Two English sisters are captured by Chinese pirates while on board a ship taking them home to England. They are transported in chains to the Lotus Garden where they are trained to be concubines. The owner of the Lotus Garden takes pleasure in testing the sexual skills of the Lotus Garden slaves, awarding a personal seal of approval in the form of a small tattoo. The story is set in 16th century China.
Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Coercion Reluctant Slavery Lesbian Fiction Historical DomSub Harem Interracial First Oral Sex Sex Toys
AhLin and I wait patiently outside Mìngfù Jing’s bedchamber. The trays of food we are holding are starting to feel heavy, but we dare not put them down. Furen Pangfua told us to stand here until she collected the trays from us, but she didn’t say how long we would be waiting. Shuchang left us as soon as Pangfua entered Mìngfù Jing’s bedchamber, leaving AhLin and me in the company of the two women guarding the door.
Although the guards remain passive, I can sense their eyes devouring me. Daoshi Shi has repeatedly warned us to be careful not to be caught alone with one of the household guards. These women are warrior slaves who satisfy their lust by fucking other women ... usually each other, but not always. Some have been known to run the risk of punishment for a few moments of pleasure with a Lotus Garden slave. Being so close to them makes me feel strange. I can’t tell whether it’s fear or arousal that is the dominating sensation rippling through me. Perhaps both.
We wait for half an hour before the bedchamber door opens. Pangfua leaves the room and walks past us without looking in our direction. The thunderous expression on her face suggests that her meeting with Mìngfù Jing hasn’t ended well.
“Now what are we supposed to do?” muses AhLin once Pangfua is out of sight.
I’m about to suggest taking the trays back to the kitchen when there’s a call from inside Mìngfù Jing’s room. One of the guards opens the door and goes inside to answer Mìngfù Jing’s summons. A moment later the guard returns and orders us to take the trays into the room. I nearly drop my tray in alarm. This was never part of Pangfua’s plan. I desperately try to remember the correct protocol for entering Mìngfù Jing’s chamber.
AhLin takes the lead and I simply follow her into the room. While I am terrified of doing something wrong, AhLin clearly sees this as an opportunity to be seized in both hands.
“Leave the trays on that table,” says Mìngfù Jing as we enter her room with bowed heads.
We quickly do as she commands. As soon as we have deposited the trays on the table we drop to our knees, keeping our heads bowed. Even AhLin is not so bold as to look straight at Mìngfù Jing’s face.
“You must be the two new slaves,” says Mìngfù Jing. “What are your names?”
“Meizhen, Mistress,” I reply as calmly as I can manage.
“And you must be AhLin,” says Mìngfù Jing, before AhLin can reply. “Both Pangfua and my sister have warned me of a newly arrived redhaired firebrand in the Lotus Garden. I trust you are paying attention to your lessons?”
Fortunately, thanks to our recent lessons, AhLin has sufficient command Mandarin to understand all of what Mìngfù Jing is saying.
“I am your humble slave, my Mistress” replies AhLin. “I strive to learn how best to serve you.”
Mìngfù Jing seems to understand AhLin’s reply even though she mispronounces several words and she fails to correctly address her simply as Mistress. Her reply is one of several standard responses we are being taught to say in these situations. Mìngfù Jing clearly knows this and doesn’t pursue the conversation any further. She dismisses us and we carefully back towards the door. Once through the door, we quickly scurry back to the Lotus Garden.
The next morning Genji comes over to AhLin and me. Huiquin and Zihan have already warned us to be wary of Genji. Normally the yellowclad adolescents are subservient to the adult odalisques, but not Genji. She’s about sixteen years old and built like an ox. She’s one of the girls being trained as a kitchen maid. Genji has a reputation for causing mischief, as well as being Pangfua’s notsosecret spy. Unfortunately there’s nowhere for us to hide from her.
“Furen Pangfua has her eye on you two,” smirks Genji. “You had best watch your step.”
I don’t understand what AhLin and I are supposed to have done to deserve such treatment. However, we draw comfort from the fact that Genji apparently tries to intimidate all new arrivals.
AhLin’s slip in referring to Mìngfù Jing by her given name seems to have been forgotten. Nobody mentions her error over the next few days. AhLin and I ease back into our daily routine and put our moment of excitement to the back of our minds. We don’t even think about our meeting with Mìngfù Jing when Daoshi Shi tells us that a special evening of entertainment is being planned for Mìngfù Jing next week. Nor do we think it out of the ordinary when AhLin and I are selected along with four adults and six adolescent odalisques to have extra dancing tuition.
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