Legacies

by Patrick Stewart

  Martial turned in his seat to face the girls. Cassie felt her body stiffen as he watched her. Was he really going to compare the girls? Her glance fell on Macy. She was a pretty girl, curvy, but compared to Legacies, she was a little on the short side. She had large blue eyes; her black hair was cut short. She was sexy and cute combined. But she wasn’t a Legacy.

  “I can tell you what you do have that the girls don’t,” Martial said. “Dress sense. I mean, look at them.”

  Macy did look at them. “I see what you mean.”

  “Hey,” Cassie protested. “What’s wrong with the way we’re dressed?”

  “Nothing, if you’re a farmer’s girl working in the fields,” Macy said. “Is that what they were?”

  “I’m not really sure,” Martial replied.

  “You barely know them and you took them on as apprentices?” Macy muttered.

  “They’re actual Legacies, Macy,” Martial said, as he turned to face her once more, his hand now resting on hers on the counter. “I think war is going to break out with the demons again. I’m going to train these two, and maybe a few more too.”

  Macy sighed. “You’re not wrong about the war,” she said in hushed tones.

  Macy went on to tell them about all the demon stories she’d heard. And she had heard plenty, from tales of women being kidnapped, to settlements around the borders being burnt to the ground, to new portals opening up in human territories from which demons poured out of.

  “Two real legacies huh?” she said when she finally finished talking. “Are they the real deal? Like, what generation?”

  “They’re pretty good,” Martial said, ignoring the bit about what generation Legacy the girls were. “But they need to prove themselves before I take them on. I have a little test for them, and I was wondering if I could use your help?”

  “Anything,” Macy said, far too quickly, far too readily.

  “Great.” Martial passed his empty mug to Macy. She stared at it blankly, before realisation hit, she filled it up and watched as Martial drained it. When he was done, he stood up. “Let’s go.”

  Chapter 11

  Cassie knew about the aura Legacies possessed, knew that some Legacies, and of course, the Immortals, could control humans by simply wanting it. Part of her had doubted the stories. It wasn’t uncommon to hear of exaggerations when it came to Legacies or even Immortals.

  There were stories of one Immortal, his name lost to history, who could make the ground shake beneath him, could make the earth swallow up his enemies. There were tales of another Immortal, again, the name lost to history, whose swords would blaze red when he touched them. The sword could cut through anything.

  Growing up, Cassie loved the tales of those Immortals, and of the Legacies. But as time passed, and she learnt more and more about the Immortals, about the Legacies, she realised some of the stories had been myths.

  Immortals and Legacies were powerful. They were strong. Immortals could live forever in the sense that they never aged. They would never die from natural causes, their bodies could take more punishment than any human or Legacy, but a sword to the heart, a hammer being used repeatedly to the head, the Immortal would die.

  Both Immortals and Legacies were humans. They didn’t have magic, they didn’t walk around with swords of fire, or cause earthquakes that brought down demons and angels.

  But they did have an aura. It was supposedly powerful enough to cause humans, sometimes demons even, to obey their commands. Cassie knew it existed, had even used her own once or twice in the past.

  That was the difference. She needed to force her aura onto others for them to feel.

  Martial didn’t need to do that. It radiated out of him naturally. And it was strong.

  She doubted he was even trying to exert his will over Macy. The barmaid had left her bar, completely unattended, and led them up the stairs to her room.

  Before that, Martial bewitched another barmaid in a village en route. He was about to leave her standing with her breasts hanging out, the girl so intoxicated by him, she barely even noticed.

  Now, as she and Michelle stood in Macy’s room, Cassie wondered what this test would be. She felt nervous, but at the same time, part of her was excited. She wanted to prove to Martial that she could do it, she wanted the challenge, the ability to prove herself.

  Martial sat on the bed, pretty relaxed. Macy sat beside him, her hand on his lap, rubbing against the material of his jeans, and his cock that bulged against it.

  “I’m going to send them over to Hookers,” Martial announced.

  “Really?” Macy’s eyes lit up. “That’s a wonderful idea.”

  “Hookers?” Michelle said, her voice unsteady.

  “Yes,” Martial brought his hands together. “You’re going to infiltrate Hookers, a whorehouse run by a man named Flittick. You’re going to kill that man.”

  Kill a man?

  Cassie had never killed a human before. It didn’t seem right to do something like that, not when there were demons to kill.

  But she didn’t express her thoughts. This was the test. It wasn’t supposed to be easy. She had never thought it would be easy. In fact, she’d banked on it being difficult.

  But, physically difficult.

  Not morally.

  Physically, killing a human would be easy for a Legacy to do.

  “Any questions?” Martial asked.

  “No,” Cassie shook her headfirst. A moment later, Michelle did the same.

  “Aren’t they supposed to call you master?” Macy asked. Her hand which had been resting on Martial’s lap, now pulled at his jean’s buttons. “I would if you’d let me be your apprentice,” she purred.

  A grin appeared on Martial’s face. “Macy is right. I am your master, aren’t I? Or I will be if you pass the test.”

  “I will pass, Master,” Cassie said, with determination.

  “Me too, Master,” Michelle added, somewhat meekly.

  “Great. Let’s get started. We can’t send you off to a whorehouse looking like that. Take off all your clothes. Let’s see what we’re working with here,” Martial said.

  Cassie wasn’t a shy girl. She was a Legacy. She had a gorgeous body, perfectly round breasts, curves around his hips, long legs, a hairless cunt with pink lips. But standing in front of Martial and Macy, being told to strip off, she felt her usual confidence in her body fade away.

  If she were in a room with Martial, alone, she would have complied, even happily. She didn’t want to do this, not in front of Macy.

  But it didn’t matter what she wanted. At least, not in this instance.

  She felt Michelle’s eyes on her. The girl was nervous too, more so than Cassie. But she knew Michelle wanted to be an apprentice to Martial as much as her, maybe even more. She needed to lead the girl, to give her courage.

  Cassie started with her boots. Her loose-fitting black jeans followed next. After that, she pulled off her cardigan and the t-shirt she wore beneath it. She stood in her white panties and bra. Her eyes met Martial’s.

  She knew what she had to do.

  Cassie unstrapped her bra. Her breasts hung loose, weighing on her chest. She pulled her panties down to her ankles before kicking it aside. Her cheeks red, she looked up, staring straight ahead at Martial.

  The Legacy had been with many women before, and Cassie wondered how she measured up. She felt her nerves begin to rise. Beside her, Michelle had also stripped naked. The girl had larger nipples and a wider cunt. Was that a good thing? Did men prefer larger nipples? A wider cunt would definitely be useful in accommodating Martial’s monstrous cock.

  “Do I get to dress them up?” Macy asked excitedly. When Martial nodded, she jumped off the bed and clapped her hands together.

  Macy hurried over to the girls. She wore a smile on her face, a genuine one, though in her eyes, Cassie noticed that haze. Martial’s aura was releasing her inner desires. And apparently, those desires involved playing dress up with grown women.

  Macy didn�
��t pull out clothes to try on the girls.

  Not at first.

  No, what she did first was get to know her dolls. She felt Cassie’s breasts, her ass cheeks, felt her cunt, dug a finger in. Macy even wanted a taste. Their lips pressed against each other’s; their tongues locked together.

  She did the same too with Michelle.

  Finally, she opened up her wardrobe and brought out clothes.

  Cassie felt her stomach sink.

  The clothes Macy had brought out were definitely suitable for the whorehouse.

  Chapter 12

  Cassie had never felt so exposed before. She was wearing a skirt so short it barely covered her ass cheeks. Underneath it, she wasn’t allowed to wear any panties, the idea being that she needed to be conscious of flashing her cunt and ass at the slightest movement. Apparently, it added a sexiness to it. To match with the skirt, she wore a black bra that had holes cut in it for her nipples to stick out.

  It was a crass outfit.

  Apparently, it suited the townsfolk.

  It was strange how she felt more naked than the times she had been completely naked.

  Michelle was dressed in an equal fashion. Macy had put on her a short red dress. She cut holes for Michelle’s large nipples to poke out. She then cut the hem, making the already short dress now resemble a shirt.

  Michelle wasn’t allowed to wear any bra or panties beneath her dress for the same reasons.

  “How do they look?” Macy asked, grinning widely.

  “Give us a spin,” Martial said.

  Cassie felt her cheeks redden as she spun around. Her short skirt flung up, revealing her ass. Michelle did the same, except, her dress hiked up to her hips. She had to pull it down again, to cover her modesty.

  “Yeah… I suppose for this town, they look like sex on legs,” Martial said. “Time for you both to get to work. Macy will take you to the whorehouse where you will be introduced to a woman named Atika. From there, you’ll have to figure out a way to get a meeting with Flittick, and then, find a way to kill him. Once you’re done, bring his head back to me. I’ll be waiting in this pub.”

  “Any questions?” Martial asked.

  Cassie wanted to ask why Martial wanted this Flittick person dead. Legacies weren’t known for killing humans. Mostly because humans weren’t stupid enough to get on the wrong side of Legacies. She wondered what this Mr Flittick person had done to deserve death.

  But she didn’t ask the question. It wasn’t her place to ask her master questions, at least, not until she figured him out, figured out if she was allowed to ask questions. It was the way of the world, of the Legacies.

  “No questions, Master,” Cassie said, and Michelle mumbled the same, the girl’s cheeks still a dark shade of red.

  “Well, olrite then. Goodluck!” Martial said cheerily. “Take them away, Macy.”

  Macy did as much, but rather than walk out of the room and down the stairs, having them follow her, she first attached black collars to both girl’s necks and fastened leashes to the collars.

  And that was how Macy led them out of the room, like they were animals. At least they didn’t have to crawl on the floor.

  * * *

  The whorehouse wasn’t far away from the pub. It was a small town, so nothing was far away from anything else. It was late at night. The sky was clear, the moon shone brightly, lighting the streets with a blue haze that reflected off the lighter coloured pebbles on the path.

  Macy walked in front of them, holding the leash in hand, she led the girls towards the whorehouse. Despite the hour of the night, there were still a few men walking about. They jeered at the girls, made dog whistles and crude remarks.

  In response, Macy told them to go to the whorehouse if they wanted a piece of the action.

  Cassie decided she didn’t like Macy much.

  She would do anything for Martial, and if he wanted to whore her out, so be it. But Martial hadn’t sent her to be a whore. Sure, he’d allowed her to be dressed as one, and she was now being led to a whorehouse. But, she had a mission.

  To kill Flittick.

  Not to fuck random dipshits.

  Macy knew as much, but despite that, she was whoring her out to random assholes on the road?

  One man, a skinny fella with a worn black coat and holes in his jeans and boots followed after them, staring at the girls, licking his lips in anticipation. Just the thought of having the man touch her made Cassie want to throw up.

  She grabbed Michelle’s hand, half to comfort herself, and half to provide support to Michelle. They exchanged glances, and Michelle smiled. “It’s going to be okay,” she said. “I’ve got a good feeling about Martial.”

  Michelle had that about her, good feelings. She was actually pretty much always right. Cassie remembered that time when men had come from this town to their little settlement to sell weapons. It hadn’t been long ago. The settlement had been desperate to pick up anything they could to defend themselves against demons.

  Michelle had had a bad feeling about the men, despite one of the guys having a charming smile. Cassie passed on Michelle’s thoughts to Mayor Stout. Naturally, he ignored them, mentioning something about girls’ feelings not being reliable due to hormones and such.

  Michelle had been right. The weapons were made of a cheap metal that broke away when the men used it to practice.

  Cassie’s instincts weren’t as strong as Michelle’s, but she was committed. This was the way or the world with Legacy apprentices, find a master, work their way up, be part of something and make a difference.

  Sure, Martial didn’t have his own settlement, town, or city. He seemed to have nothing. But that could change. He had the potential to rule over a settlement, maybe even more. And Cassie was determined to be by his side when that happened.

  And if that meant she had to dress like a whore, walk to a whore house, and even whore her body out to disgusting men, she would do it.

  They arrived at their destination.

  The whorehouse was two terraced houses joined together. It had an overgrown front lawn with three large cherry trees full of red ripe fruits. The front gate made of wrought iron was open. The front door of the house, painted white, was also open.

  Inside, past the corridor to the left were the stairs. On the right was a small sitting room. At one end was a counter, behind which sat a pretty woman in her late thirties.

  “Here to see Atika,” Macy said. “I’ve got goods for her.”

  The woman at the counter looked past Macy and glanced at Cassie and Michelle. “Oh, they are pretty. Atika will be pleased. Just a moment.”

  She stood up and dashed out from behind the counter, down the corridor and up the stairs. The skinny man who had followed them in the streets had followed them into the whorehouse. He sat down on the sofa behind them.

  “I’m John,” he grinned up, smiling, showing dirty teeth.

  All three girls ignored him.

  A moment later, the receptionist returned with Atika. She was in her late thirties too. She had a long pointy nose and wore a tall pointy black hat. Her hair stuck out on both sides, half of it white, the other half black.

  She took in the girls’ appearance, walked around them, lifted Cassie’s skirt and pulled at her ass cheeks, felt her cunt, pressed a finger against her butthole. She pulled on her nipples that poked out from her top. She did the same to Michelle too.

  When she was done, she came to stand before Macy. “They’re impressive. Where did you happen to find such girls, Macy?”

  “Remember that Legacy I was telling you about? The “rogue” one?”

  “The one that was heading towards Coldstream to deal with the demons?”

  “That’s the one. Well, these two girls are from Coldstream. He brought them back with him and he will sell them to you for the right price, of course.”

  It was a convincing lie, so convincing that Cassie and Michelle began to wonder if it was a lie at all.

  “Penny, take the girls up and get
them ready.” Name took Macy’s hand in hers. “Let’s discuss the fee.”

  * * *

  Cassie and Michelle were led up the stairs by Penny and taken into a room that was empty, save for the wardrobes on one side, a large mirror on the other. Penny left them in the room and locked the door as she left. She would be back soon, she said.

  The room had no windows, and the door was locked. It was a sturdy door, but Cassie was confident she could break it.

  Break it and do what?

  “What do you think is going on?” Cassie asked.

  Michelle shrugged her shoulders. “We’ve made a commitment, Cassie. We should stick to it and trust Martial.”

  “What if he won’t take us as Legacies?” Cassie asked, her voice rising in panic. “What if this was his plan all along, to sell us to Atika?”

  Michelle glanced around at the floor, then deciding it was clean enough, she plonked herself on it. Her dress hiked up again, to reveal her pink pussy as she sat cross-legged.

  “We don’t really have a choice, do we?” she said. “There’s nothing for us back at Coldstream. And with our heritage, or lack of, if we find another Legacy willing to take us on, we will risk the same thing, wouldn’t we?”

  Michelle had a point and Cassie knew it. But it didn’t mean she liked it. Suddenly, she felt tired. She dropped onto her bottom too, beside Michelle. She took her hand in hers. “How do you stay so calm?”

  “I suppose I trust Martial. We just need to see how this plays out now.”

  Resigned to their fate, the girls sat on the floor and waited for Penny’s return. It wasn’t a long wait. Penny led them out of the room, down the corridor and into a large shower room. She stripped both girls naked and using a hose pipe, washed them down with freezing cold water.

  When she was done, she didn’t pause to let the girls catch their breath, she grabbed each by the nipple and led them back to the room with the wardrobes and large mirror. Opening one wardrobe, she threw each girl a towel and told them to dry up.