Cassie and Michelle took the towels gratefully and wiped the water off their bodies. They were drying their hair when Penny pulled the towels away from them.
“Put these in your buttholes,” she said, holding up two black butt plugs with rings at the end.
“I- I’ve never had anything in my- in my bottom,” Cassie stammered.
“And I give a fuck,” Penny replied, her face stony. “Either you do it, or I’ll do it. And if I do it, I won’t even let you lick the damned plugs.”
“Lick them?” Michelle asked.
“Fucking village idiots,” Penny rolled her eyes. “Lick the plugs so that they’ll fit in your ass easier.”
There was a part of Cassie that wanted to grab the woman by the hair and throw her out the door. She figured she had just about enough strength to literally do that. But it was a small part. Michelle was right. They had no option but to trust Martial and hope he hadn’t actually sold them to the whorehouse.
She put the plug in her mouth and sucked on it. It didn’t taste bad. Rubbery.
When she decided it was as slippery as it would ever be, she spread her legs and leant forward. Reach back with both hands, she grabbed an ass cheek and pulled it wide, exposing her pink butthole, she pressed the plug against it.
With some effort, she managed to push it in.
Standing up straight, Cassie squirmed on the spot. It felt uncomfortable. She felt full.
“I see you’re learning to follow orders. That’s good. You’ll need that ability to listen and follow orders if you don’t want to be permanently ruined within a month,” Penny said.
From there, she made Cassie lie on the floor and spread her legs apart. On Penny’s direction, Michelle mounted her and lowered her cunt on Cassie’s face. She knew what to do, and she began to lick it before being asked.
“Being a whore isn’t about being a piece of meat for men or women to fuck,” Penny said. “It’s also about pleasing them, putting on a show for them.”
She then made Michelle slap Cassie on the cunt, and at the same time, talk dirty, telling Cassie she was a whore, that she was only good for being fucked in all three holes. She began to grind her hips down on Cassie, and as Cassie continued to lick, ignoring the pain building up on her cunt, ignoring the weight of Michelle’s ass pressing down on her, Michelle began to moan in enjoyment.
It would have been what Penny wanted her to do, to put a show on. But Cassie knew Michelle was enjoying it.
Their performance came to an end when the door opened.
“How are they doing?” Atika said.
“Lacking in talent. But they make up for it in looks. Easily the hottest women you have on your books, Mistress Atika.”
“You’re right about that. Flittick will be pleased.”
“He will, Mistress,” Penny said. “Will you be sending them to him tonight?”
Atika glanced at her wrist and the watch with the golden bracelet. “It’s a little late for them to be sent tonight. Arrange for them to be sent first thing tomorrow morning. Let them get some rest. I want them fresh for Mr Flittick.”
Chapter 13
Cassie and Michelle spent the night in a room with many mattresses spread across the floor. There were naked girls on every mattress, some sharing a double. Penny attached collars to Michelle and Cassie’s necks. She took out the butt plugs, only to insert larger ones.
And then, she told the girls to get some rest.
Both girls struggled to sleep, though those around them slept soundly, some snoring loudly. When morning came, and dim light began to shine in through the single window in the room, the door opened and Penny walked in.
Grabbing both girls by their nipples, she hauled them to their feet and led them to the shower room. Cassie and Michelle were doused with cold water once more. The butt plugs in their bottoms were taken out and replaced with ones even larger. It was an effort to push in, and Cassie felt full like never before.
For breakfast, the girls were given fruit, a slice of bread, and water. Cassie gobbled it down. She was still hungry. Legacies had more of an appetite than normal humans, but there was no more food coming.
After breakfast, the girls were led out of the whorehouse and into the waiting carriage. Penny spoke to the driver first, then came to the back to speak with Michelle and Cassie.
“What happens in Mr Flittick’s house will decide your futures. If you please him, he might keep you in his household. Disappoint him, bore him, you’ll be back to the whorehouse. It’s not often Mistress Atika sends girls to see Mr Flittick. If you come back, you’ll have disappointed her. If you do that, you won’t last long in the whorehouse. She’s always threatened to have a girl fucked by a horse. It would bring in a crowd, make a lot of money. You’re both pretty girls. It’s in your hands. Comfortable life in Mr Flittick’s house, or get fucked by a horse,” she laughed and slammed the door the shut.
The carriage set off, its wheels rolled over the uneven pebbled road and the carriage settled into an even ricochet.
It was a small town, and Master Flittick’s house wasn’t far. The area was nicer though. The houses were bigger and detached. They had gardens at the front that were surrounded by painted walls and wrought-iron gates. The road was wider and the smooth tarmac was kind to the carriage.
They came to a stop in front of a house surrounded at the front by a twelve-foot wall and a gate painted black, the sharp tips golden. The garden before the house was neatly manicured. There was even a small fountain at the front and crystal-clear water sprouted out from the single demon head.
The carriage stopped in front of the house and the driver opened the door for them.
Cassie and Michelle stepped out, both girls completely naked save for the collar around their necks and the butt plugs in their bottoms.
“Come,” the man said.
They followed him up the stairs and underneath the arch. They stood on the veranda, before the large wooden door.
“Wait here,” the driver said. “Mr Flittick will be down soon.”
Before he left, he made the girls stand with their legs apart, their hands behind their backs, their chests jutting forward to enhance the display of their breasts.
Cassie waited for him to leave, waited for the carriage to roll down the path and beyond the gate before she turned to Michelle.
“Is this part of Martial’s plan?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that we’re here, in Flittick’s home. Should we kill him first chance we get?”
“That’s what he wants, right?”
“Yes, but what if it’s a coincidence?” Cassie hissed.
Michelle frowned. “I don’t follow.”
“What if he meant to sell us to Mistress Atika. What if he’s left town and gone with the pile of money Mistress Atika gave to Macy? What if he wasn’t expecting us to be sent to Mr Flittick? If we kill him, and Martial isn’t around, we’re going to be fucked. And not literally, which would surprisingly be worse in this situation.”
“I do follow you now,” Michelle nodded. “What’s the plan?”
“I don’t know,” Cassie muttered.
“Don’t think we have much time to decide,” Michelle whispered.
She was right. Being Legacies, both had better hearing than normal humans. They both heard the footsteps walking towards the door on the other side.
A moment later, a man appeared. He was short, about five and a half foot in height, he had a large stomach that strained against his white shirt, the buttons on the verge of popping. He was bald, but had an impressive ginger moustache.
Standing on either side of him were two women.
Both had collars around their necks and metal braces wrapped around their breasts. Their nipples were pierced and large round rings hung from them. Both girls had belts fastened around their hips, and hanging from them, each girl had a sword. They wore nothing to protect their modesty, no clothes on their bodies.
“My, my
, my,” Flittick said, smiling widely. “Atika has really done well, hasn’t she?”
He came to stand before the girls, inspecting their bodies, giddy like a kid in a candy shop. He had a strong smell about him, alcohol mixed with cigarettes. He grabbed Michelle’s breast first and squeezed hard. Michelle’s body stiffened and she held her breath in. He moved around her, coming to her ass, he pulled at the cheeks.
“The gape,” he roared in laughter as her butt plug fell out. His hand moved down and felt her cunt. “Hmm… dry. It’s dry. Are you not honoured to be naked and serving me?” he asked, his voice hard.
“I am, Mr Flittick,” Michelle replied quickly. “It’s just that I have a dry pussy condition,” she said quickly. “I’m very much turned on.”
It was an awful lie, but it seemed to work. It did help that Michelle was now grinding her hips, rubbing her pussy against Flittick’s fingers.
He seemed satisfied enough.
Cassie knew her pussy was dry too. She couldn’t use the same damned excuse if he touched her. Seeing his eyes focused on Michelle, she quickly licked her fingers and rubbed it against her clit. Taking her hand back behind her, she started to think of Martial lying naked in bed, in her house.
If that didn’t get her pussy wet, she didn’t know what would.
But she need not have bothered.
Flittick seemed satisfied with what he saw and he didn’t approach her for a feel.
“Take them to my room,” he told the two girls with the swords.
* * *
“It feels weird,” Michelle muttered.
“What does?” Cassie asked.
“My bottom,” Michelle replied. “I kinda miss the plug.”
Cassie’s eyes narrowed. “You’re kidding right?”
Michelle shook her head, a miserable look on her face. “It’s hard to explain, but... We’ve been wearing plugs since last night and now that it’s gone, it feels empty. I keep clenching my… butt muscles? Is that what they’re called?”
Cassie didn’t know the answer to that, and right this moment, it was the least of her concerns.
They were in Flittick’s bedroom. Alone. Just the two of them. Flittick was eating his breakfast. After that, he would come up and-
Cassie shuddered.
She didn’t want to think about what he would do once he came up here. She’d rather focus on what she could do.
She glanced around the room.
It was your average room for a house like this. It had a large four-poster bed in the centre. The carpet on the floor was thick and soft. The walls were covered with golden paper that had intricate red roses bursting from vines. The ceiling was high, and a chandelier hung from the centre.
She didn’t see anything of use, anything she could turn into a weapon.
She tilted her head back to stare up at the chandelier once more.
The arms were made of metal and one broken off could be turned into a stabbing weapon of some sort. Cassie expressed her thoughts to Michelle.
“Sure,” Michelle said. “Or we could just twist his neck and kill him? We are Legacies after all?”
“Right,” Cassie nodded. It was a fair point. They could kill Flittick with their bare hands. “When should we do it?”
“Soon as possible,” Michelle replied. “I don’t want him touching me again,” she shuddered. “His fingers, the skin- ugh,” she made a puking face. “And the smell… it’s going to be so much worse after he’s finished eating, isn’t it?”
Cassie nodded sympathetically; very grateful the man had not touched her up. “So, we do it as soon as he walks in through the door?”
“Agreed,” Michelle said.
Chapter 14
While the girls had a horrible night, sleeping naked with butt plugs in their assess, on a mattress on the floor, in a room full of other naked bodies all stuffed in a single room, worrying about their future, Martial had a comfortable night’s sleep in Macy’s bed.
He woke in the morning to find the girl sucking on his cock, her hands playing with his balls. It was the perfect way to wake up. His cock still in her mouth, he picked her up by the waist and rotated her so that her knees now rested beside his chest. Her assets were now within reach and Martial fondled her breasts, tugging at the nipples and watching Macy’s body tense as he did.
Tiring of that, he rubbed her clit as she sucked on his cock. He felt the tension build up in her body. They came together. Macy’s inner thighs pressed together, sandwiching his hand as he shot load after load in her mouth.
When he was done, he moved his hand away from her cunt and lay back while Macy continued to suck on his cock and gently massage his balls.
“Get me breakfast,” Martial said, with a slap on her ass.
“Yes Master,” Macy replied.
“Master?”
She looked back at him, wearing a cheeky grin. “If you still want me as an apprentice, the offer is open.”
“Those girls are Legacies, Macy. I’m going to train them up to fight the demons. I think another war is coming,” Martial said. “A war to end all wars,” he added softly.
Macy didn’t hear his last words. Her mind was elsewhere. “You know lots of Legacies have normal humans as apprentices. They make them swear this oath that binds them to their will. Wouldn’t you like that? Having me bound to your will?”
“That stuff isn’t true,” Martial muttered. “You really shouldn’t believe everything you hear about Legacies or Immortals. Especially Immortals. They’re really not all that.”
“You seem to have this thing against Immortals,” Macy said.
“I do?”
“Yes. You ramble on about them all the time.”
All the time?
He’d only met the girl once before, on his way to the settlements dotted along the border between human land a demon territory. They’d had fun. She’d managed to keep him at the pub for a couple of days with her large breasts, her dripping cunt, and that mouth.
“Breakfast!” Martial slapped her ass harder this time, leaving his hand traced against her curvy mound of flesh.
“Yes, Master,” Macy said cheekily.
* * *
Martial never got his breakfast. Well, he never got to eat it. He was in the common room of the pub, sitting at the table, a perfectly cooked meal of toasts, beans, hash browns and sausages. It smelt so good, but Martial didn’t get a chance to take a bite of it.
Macy came rushing over to him, panting, out of breath. Martial didn’t even realise the girl had left the pub. She had only moments ago placed his meal on the table.
“I’ve got news. Your Legacies. I think they killed Flittick,” she said, as she leaned her hand against the chair.
“That was quick…” Martial mumbled. He knew they had potential, but he didn’t realise they would be that effective that quickly. He’d sensed a naivety about the two girls. He figured it was a good think in that he could train them up properly. “Good for them!”
Martial picked up the knife and fork and cut into a sausage.
“Uhh, maybe not so much,” Macy said.
Martial placed the knife and fork against his plate. “What happened?” he muttered.
“So apparently, they killed Flittick in his house and have now taken his staff, or slaves, or whatever you want to call them… they’ve taken them hostage. There’s a crowd outside Flittick’s house. The Legacies are on their way.”
“Legacies?” Martial frowned. He didn’t know a small town like this had Legacies. Damned Immortals and their children, breeding like fucking rabbits, it seemed. “How many Legacies?”
“Three. One Mistress, two apprentices.”
Fuck.
The normal humans would stay out of the house, afraid of confronting Cassie and Michelle, who he was sure had let everyone know they were Legacies. But that wouldn’t be a barrier for the town’s Legacies. They would stroll in and easily defeat Cassie and Michelle. The girls had very little skill at the moment.
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sp; Martial stared at his breakfast. His brunch, really, on account of the time. He’d never really gotten into brunch back when it was a thing.
“I don’t have time to eat, do I?”
“Maybe enough time for a bite? I’d recommend the sausages.”
The sausages did look good. But if Martial only had time for one thing, it was going to be his beer. He picked up the mug and gulped its contents down in record time.
“Let’s go,” he grumbled.
Chapter 15
Cornhill-on-Tweed wasn’t the largest town about, and it wasn’t one Martial knew very well. When he’d passed through the last time, he’d spent a few days in the town. As someone who travelled around the borders, dealing with demons, and around towns, dealing with roaming beasts that had come up from Hell, Martial made a fair amount of money.
He spent all of that money on food, wine and women. He didn’t need to pay women to sleep with him. Even if he didn’t have the aura about him that brought out women’s desires, Martial would have found it easy to sleep around. He was tall, dark and handsome. He was also handy with a sword, and pretty damned strong and powerful.
But still, with money piling up, Martial liked to give it out to women in need.
The last time Martial was here, he visited the local whorehouse, the one run by Mistress Atika, but owned by Flittick. He learnt a few things about Flittick in his time at the whorehouse. The guy was more than just an asshole. The women in his brothel, not all had chosen to be there, and none were fairly treated.
And there was only one rule.
The customer was right.
A great rule for customer service if the store was selling apples and bananas. Not so great when it was selling girls bodies for use and abuse. And a lot of the girls showed signs of serious abuse.
Martial made a personal note to deal with Flittick. Somewhere along the line, after many drinks, and a lot of time spent fooling around with Macy, the promise to deal with Flittick slipped his mind.
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