Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld

by Shakir Rashaan

  I didn’t know if I could get used to the title yet.

  Master…this was the next level.

  I promised myself I would weigh the significance of tonight’s events, because they were heavy indeed.

  The rest of the night was reserved for celebrating.

  And celebrate I would, because there was much to celebrate, on a lot of different levels.

  Life was blessed right now.

  “Master, may shamise and i be excused, please?” I heard sajira ask of me. “i left something inside in the limousine i need for the cooler weather later tonight.”

  Neferterri objected. “you’re not leaving, not without an escort, girls. you both know your Daddy and I don’t like it when you’re away from either of us without knowing where you’re going.”

  I cut a look at her, winking quickly in her direction before the girls could catch on. “Security is tight on the compound tonight, Beloved, and there haven’t been any reports from security tonight of any unauthorized entries. They will be fine.”

  I saw the nervous looks on our girls’ faces. The whole mess with Deion still had them shook, and I couldn’t blame them. With security at the soft spots within the compound, and cameras covering every other blind spot in or around NEBU, I had no problems with letting them quickly head to the car and back.

  “Okay, you heard your Master; be back in about ten minutes,” Neferterri explained to them.

  “Yes, my Goddess, we won’t be long,” sajira replied as they headed out of the room.

  “Are You sure about this, Beloved?” Neferterri asked, still a little concerned.

  “Yes, baby, I promise, things will work out fine,” I reassured her, considering this was her first time going through this. “You’ll see. Everything is going according to plan.”

  TWENTY-NINE SHAMISE

  I couldn’t figure out where I was.

  The blindfold over my eyes let me know my captors had no intention of letting me know where I was or what was going to happen to me.

  I felt the lushness of the comforter we helped select for the beds, and the coolness of the air against my skin let me know that we hadn’t left the safety of the compound.

  But that didn’t mean I wasn’t out of harm’s way, as the binds on my arms and legs made their presence known.

  Then another scary thought came to my mind.

  Where was sajira?

  The last thing I remembered was heading out to the limousine with her to grab something she forgot so we could head back in and enjoy the festivities down in the dungeon Daddy just unveiled. I felt a quick rush of air, then something slammed over my mouth, and I saw a figure grab sajira and try to do the same thing to her.

  Then everything went dark.

  The grogginess I felt made me wonder if they used some noxious agent to incapacitate us both. The lingering smell on my lips confirmed it: chloroform.

  As tight as security was, and had always been, at NEBU, how in the hell could we have possibly been kidnapped and brought into one of the buildings on the compound without tipping anyone off?

  My mind raced through the possibilities, wondering if because of the huge crowd that was being handled, and the fact that sajira and I had left the sight of Daddy and Goddess without an escort, someone took advantage of the situation and decided we could be had whether we wanted to be or not.

  Someone wanted to prove a point.

  In my mind, the point was proven, definitely.

  Now the question became whether I was alone or whether sajira was anywhere near me.

  My hearing heightened, tuning in to the moans and whimpers of my sis close to me on a separate bed in the room we were in.

  It scared me because I couldn’t figure out what she was moaning about. Whether it was from fear, or pain, or pleasure, I couldn’t tell because my own fear gripped me tightly and wouldn’t let go.

  At the same time…it made me wet.

  Extremely wet.

  I felt ashamed my body responded in the way it did, knowing good and well we could both have been in real danger.

  I heard the familiar sound of steel scraping against a sheath, and two distinctly different voices talking amongst themselves.

  The minute I couldn’t recognize either of them as Daddy’s, I knew we were in for a long night.

  “Who’s there, why are you doing this to us?” I shouted out toward the voices. “sajira, are you okay?!?!”

  SLAP!

  “Say something again, bitch, and you will be in for a world of hurt, you understand?!?!” I recognized the voice immediately as Deion.

  Fuck. How the hell did he get on the compound???

  “Leave her alone!” I heard sajira yelling.

  SLAP!

  That sound came from sajira’s direction, trying to shut her up.

  “We are playing by MY rules now, understand, bitch?” I heard the other guy tell sajira. I couldn’t recognize his voice, but it was powerful and deep.

  It still didn’t belong to Daddy, and Goddess was nowhere in sight or sound, either.

  That was not a good sign.

  “Yes, we are playing by your rules,” I heard sajira reply, but I heard lust in her voice. I imagined the fear was somehow being replaced by the adrenaline to get her through it.

  Feeling the sharp blade against my skin, I struggled against the weight of Deion’s muscles against my chest.

  The next thing I felt was the binds being cut from my ankles, which freed my legs to do what I wanted.

  Or what I thought I wanted.

  Instead of kicking him in the balls, which might have taken things to the next level, something weird happened.

  No matter how badly my instincts told me that I needed to fight for my life.

  No matter how much I wanted to find something sharp to gouge his eyes out, despite the blade in his hand, or quite possibly something more dangerous, and help my sis, who I felt was in as much danger as I was in.

  I couldn’t wait for him to take me.

  As repulsive as his scent was to me, and as gruff and disgusting as his beard was against my skin, all I wanted to do was to fight him so he could get angry enough to take me hard and deep and treat me as nothing more than a common whore in the back seat of a piece of shit Pontiac.

  Our shared deepest, darkest fantasy was coming true.

  And neither of our owners was here to witness.

  But then I had a strange thought, which couldn’t be helped because my mind was working a mile a minute trying to make sense of it all.

  What if they were here, watching the whole thing?

  Considering sajira and I were both tightly blindfolded, with no real possibility of seeing any of this unfold, there was no way to know.

  But we also never got the chance to tell them this was what we wanted, either.

  He put the blade against my neck and spread my legs wide, taking the knife to my top, shredding it to let me know that the blade was sharp enough to cut me deep.

  “Now, here’s how this is going to go down, bitch,” he calmly spoke, with a coldness that let me know we were nothing more than holes to either of them. “you will address both of us as Sir, if we even allow you to speak. you will be used and abused by us until we decide you can’t take any more, and then we’ll leave you here for your ‘Master’ to find you in the morning. Do you understand?”

  I went into shock, my fight instincts taking over.

  I heard sajira yell, “Fuck you! When our Daddy and Goddess find out, they will fuck you up!”

  I yelled out with her, “If we don’t get to you first! You’re so bad with two helpless bitches not being able to fight back!”

  My wrists were immediately cut in response to my yelling, and the screams I heard from sajira and the sounds from the series of slaps and punches I heard her taking, let me know they were more than willing to put the term “helpless bitches” to the test.

  I felt a different pair of hands grabbing my throat, roughly whispering in my ear, “you’re
mine now, slut. Look at you, already wet and ready for me to take this pussy.”

  “Fuck you!” I yelled back at him, causing him to close even tighter around my throat. He laughed at my struggling to breathe, rubbing his other hand against my clit.

  I was upset at myself for wanting this to happen, but my body had other ideas on what it needed.

  “I thought you were supposed to be a wanton slut? You’re supposed to be ready to take it anytime and anywhere, right?”

  I knew Deion had already begun fucking sajira, because I heard him moan out, “Aww, shit, just as tight as I thought it would be! Damn, you feel so good!”

  I heard muffled moaning and screaming from sajira, which had me wondering if a gag had been put over her mouth or if Deion had put his hand over her mouth while he fucked her.

  I felt pressure inside of my walls as my captor entered inside of me.

  At that point, I froze.

  This motherfucker was not about to do this, not without a fight.

  The tears flowed freely, but the excitement in my body kept building as I struggled against what my mind did not want to happen and what my body was so willing to allow. I was scared for sajira, as I continued to hear her moans and screams, frantically trying to figure out if she was trying to fight or if her body betrayed her the same way that it had done a number on me.

  I was determined to not let my body win.

  “Get the fuck off me, now!” I started clawing at him, not thinking to take my blindfold off now that my hands were free. I would have wanted to see the people doing this to us; neither of us asked for this to go down.

  Or did we?

  The next sounds I heard came from sajira, growling and sounding like she was in an entranced state, yelling at Deion, “Fuck this pussy, motherfucker! You won’t get another whiff of this shit, you weak-ass bitch! You better beat it up, you sonofabitch!”

  My captor egged him on, “Fuck that bitch, man. Make that pussy yours!”

  I fell into my own trance, inhaling my arousal. The primal aroma rising from my essence was evident as he kept the blade at my neck. Whatever fear I had turned to acquiescence to my desires. I clawed his back, making sure I struck blood as he tried to go as deep as he could inside of my pussy.

  “Is that all you got, bitch? I thought you wanted to beat this pussy up?!?!” I taunted him, my instincts taking over, worried about my survival and sajira’s more than anything else. I was willing to say or do anything to get this over with.

  I hated my body wanted this to continue, so I used Daddy to keep my mind into it. If I didn’t, I knew my body would stop immediately.

  I secretly hoped sajira tried to do the same thing, prayed she hadn’t completely given in to Deion. I wanted to fight for her, but I had my own fight to worry about.

  “Whatever, bitch, you want this dick; your pussy’s wet taking it all in.” He grunted, pinning my legs down so he could drive deeper inside me. He wasn’t all that large, but he was long, and I could feel him damn near hit the bottom with each stroke.

  I heard sajira growling louder by the second, the pitch in her voice signaling her orgasm was on the verge of eruption.

  “Take this pussy, Sir; please, I’ve been a bad slut! Hurt me, please!”

  “Yeah, bitch, I knew you’d come around; come on my dick!”

  I heard him trying to keep from coming, trying to stay as best as he could inside her. I guess sajira had found his button to get this over with.

  I couldn’t stop myself from coming with my captor inside of me, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of thinking that he got me “there.”

  With the blindfold on, he couldn’t see the tears starting to flow from my eyes as the orgasm began to take my body and engulf my senses. The fabric mercifully soaked the tears before they could run down my cheek, and I held my ground to keep from floating into subspace with him still stroking me.

  I was not going to let him win, but it felt like a Pyrrhic victory. The guilt of betraying Daddy and Goddess was too much to bear.

  I felt him about to come, and he suddenly pulled out of me, the sound of the condom snapping let me know that he was trying to explode in my mouth.

  That I couldn’t allow.

  I couldn’t hear sajira anymore, and I couldn’t figure out if something happened to her or not, but this jackass was not going to break the rules.

  He’d have to kill me first.

  I felt his member coming close to my mouth, and before he could finish the job, I took my fist and connected with his balls.

  “Oh my God, that bitch just…owww fuckkkk!!!” he shouted, trying to protect himself before I decided to really get rough.

  I pulled the blindfold off my face for the first time, trying to focus my eyesight so I could continue to beat him senseless, make him pay for even thinking about doing something he had no business trying. I had a hard time figuring out where everyone was, but I got tackled from behind and restrained while face-down on the bed.

  “shamise!!! No!!!”

  Those were the only words I heard from sajira before my mouth was covered and I inhaled the fumes once again.

  THIRTY NEFERTERRI

  I watched Damian intently.

  “Strip, slave, and put on what I have for you,” I commanded.

  The room was cool, which contrasted with the unyielding heat of the outside area we’d left from.

  We were sitting in the master bedroom suite, preparing for the slave auction that was to start shortly. This was the fun part of the evening for me; it was one of the rare times I got to enjoy things without Ramesses being around. He was still in heavy conversation with the other men, discussing a myriad of topics, from politics to economics, sports to God knows what else.

  I smiled wickedly at the nervousness consuming him. His hands twisted together over and over again like he’d had a moment of a crisis of conscience.

  What the fuck have I just gotten myself into? I imagined him saying to himself. He had no idea, but he was soon about to find out.

  On the floor, at my feet, was a box big enough to hold an outfit I’d especially picked out for tonight’s occasion.

  As he approached, crawling to me, I resisted the urge to command him to please me orally. There would be time for that later. First, there was something I wanted to know, and I was going to find out tonight.

  As he knelt to pick up the box, I said to him, “Shower and dress in the piece in the box, and get ready for the next phase of things to come, pet.”

  “Yes, Goddess,” he responded. “Your command is my will.”

  I watched as he took the box and headed for the bathroom, envisioning the grin on his face as he disappeared behind the door to shower.

  I didn’t make it a practice to give gifts to submissives we had not yet acquired. I kinda broke that rule with sajira, but we had known her in a different way long before she became a part of the House. Damian had yet to be given a possibility of a name, and while we had begun the process of incorporating him into the professional side of things, we had yet to place him under any type of consideration.

  That would also change tonight.

  Having him at my feet with sajira and shamise and watching the scowls on the faces of some of the Dominas and Masters who had yet to have one to call their own, it became clear he was a rare prize indeed, and he needed to be claimed.

  After all, he had been compliant and obedient this entire time.

  My thoughts were interrupted by Damian coming out in the outfit he would be wearing for the auction tonight.

  Oh…my…God! He looked good enough to…

  Okay, Neferterri, calm down.

  I licked my lips and prayed to the gods I didn’t rape him right there on the spot.

  Seeing his body exposed except for the pair of leather boxer briefs, complete with a slot on the fabric that allowed for a pair of handcuffs to be attached to the waistband, I was worried that my prayers wouldn’t be answered before it was time to greet guests.
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br />   It wasn’t a coincidence I had the cuffs ready to be hooked to him.

  “How do You like, Goddess?” Damian slightly blushed as he did a quick turn, allowing me the pleasure of seeing the cloth from the front and the back.

  “I love it, Damian.” I smirked, knowing some lucky bitch was going to have to come off some serious cash and stave off a bidding war in order to temporarily have what’s mine. “Are you ready to head downstairs now?”

  “Yes, Goddess, at Your command.”

  Yeah, I could get used to this.

  There would be a half-dozen male submissives and slaves who would be participating in the auction, including tiger and Ice, who also would be going through this for the first time. I wasn’t gonna lie, though; I was curious about a few things going on within Damian I needed to make happen. Not to mention the fact that I planned to make a certain submissive male happy at the same time by bidding on him to take care of a fantasy of my own.

  And I would make it happen.

  Ramesses wasn’t the only one who got what he wanted.

  “Now this prime piece of property comes from a most gracious Domina.”

  I giggled at seeing the flushed and embarrassed look on Damian’s face as he listened at what was being said about him as he knelt on the auction block. I knew it would make him uncomfortable, but it wasn’t about his pleasure. It was my pleasure to see him squirm, and I enjoyed his want to please me despite his discomfort.

  That’s what I wanted in our slaves.

  It made me proud to know he was finally getting it.

  It made me horny to realize the limits that could be pushed at my whim.

  “He is trained in all forms of worship, especially gifted in oral worship, and has strong endurance, according to his Goddess.” Lady Hatshepsut kept going, playing to the ladies in the crowd. “She also states he is a pain slut, and is well versed in various massage techniques and has been given permission by his Goddess to obey the commands of the Domina or Master who wins the bid for him.”

  There was a raucous applause when the women heard that.

  “Now, ladies, I will have one of the NEBU slaves sample Damian’s abilities,” Lady Hatshepsut stated, to the chagrin of the ladies who wanted to find out for themselves before bidding.