Martial and Macy stepped into the reception room. Atika was still sitting on the floor naked. Her eyes lit up when she spotted him walking in, but they dimmed some when they fell upon Macy.
“What’s going on here?” Atika asked.
“Allow me to introduce you to Macy, your replacement.”
“Replacement?” Atika repeated. “I don’t understand?”
“Long story short, Flittick is dead, Perry is dead, the town is under new management and you’re fired. But, you won’t be able to leave immediately.” Martial began a slow stroll around the Mistress.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Atika. You’re really hurt the girls in this brothel. You’re going to have to stay here awhile to make up for it. I’ve decided your punishment will be dished out by the girls.”
He stopped in front of Atika and placed his foot on her folded leg.
“Don’t worry, Macy here will ensure the girls don’t cause any permanent damage.” He turned to look at Macy. “Isn’t that right?”
Macy nodded eagerly, her eyes lighting up. “I’ll be gentle with her,” she winked.
Chapter 18
Martial returned to Flittick’s former home from the whorehouse alone. He’d left Macy in charge of the brothel. He liked the girl. She was cute and had a positive energy about her.
Macy took to the task of punishing the mistress with relish. She gathered a few girls from upstairs, and a whole bunch of sex toys, and explained to them what had happened. Then, she tied down the mistress to the same bondage they had found the three girls in one of the rooms above.
Despite the mistress naked on the floor, head down, a bar across her neck ensuring it stayed there, her ass up in the air, the girls from the brothel were still afraid. Macy started by whipping Atika on her round bottom. She struck her cunt and giggled in delight as Atika cried out.
Seeing the mistress helpless, a few of the girls braved it and joined in, whipping and slapping the mistress’s ass and cunt. One girl ran out from the small crowd and kicked the mistress in the cunt before running back.
When Martial returned to Flittick’s former residence, he found Martha waiting for him at the front of the house.
She gave him a quick update as he walked into the house. She knew of Cassie and Michelle’s history, namely, that they had none. Based on their strength and speed, she assumed they would be at least third generation Legacies.
“That’s good,” Martial said. “How about your two girls. What are they?” he asked, realising he knew very little about them.
“Fifth generation, but they’re very hard working.”
Fifth generation. Martial had met a few fifth generation Legacies. They were decent, and with enough training and dedication, they were formidable apprentices.
“I punched one in the face. Has she recovered?” Martial asked, as he climbed the stairs.
“She has recovered, thank you for asking,” Martha said, as she followed him up the stairs and into his bedroom.
Martial began to undress. It had been a long couple of days and he needed to shower. Having taken his shirt and jeans off, he pulled down his boxers and turned to face Martha, completely naked. “Did you need something?” he asked.
Martha didn’t respond. Her eyes were staring at his groin.
Martial clicked his fingers. “Hello. Over here,” he pointed at his face.
“Right, yes,” Martha mumbled. Her eyes took in a final view of his cock before she met his eyes. “Um, sorry… what was the question?”
“Bloody hell, Martha. Have you never seen a cock before?”
“Not one that big,” she muttered. “How big is it?”
“I’ll let you measure it another time,” Martial said. “Did you want something, or can I hit the shower?”
“Ah, yes. My girls, I mean… my apprentices. Your apprentices now, obviously. They haven’t been introduced to you yet. Not properly. It’ll only take a minute or two?”
Martial sighed. “Fine. Let’s go and meet them.”
“Great,” Martha flashed her winning smile.
He followed her out of the door naked. She led him down the corridor and into one of the bedrooms. The two girls stood at attention, waiting for him. Martial wondered how long they had been standing like that, just waiting for him. It could have been a while. Some of the masters that trained apprentices had a real Mr Miyagi about them.
“This is Jenna,” Martha said, pointing at the black apprentice. “And that’s Abby,” she pointed at the blond girl.
“Hey,” Martial waved at them. The girls exchanged glances, unsure of what to do. “Do you know how this works?”
Both girls shook their heads.
“Cool,” Martial pressed his hands together. “When your master either dies or becomes the apprentice to another master, you then belong to the master that either killed or conquered your master. Do you follow?”
Both girls nodded this time.
“Great. So, by law, you belong to me now. I am your master. But,” he paused for effect. “As I’m such a nice guy, I’m going to give you the option to leave without consequence or accept to be my apprentices. What would you like to do?”
Beside him, Martha took in a deep breath and stared at him, concern in her eyes. “What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Giving them a choice. Relax. Like any girl would ever say no to me.”
“These two might,” Martha hissed. “They’re both lesbians!”
Oh.
That made sense now. Martial was completely naked, and yet, neither girl seemed to be in awe of him. In fact, both girls had made a conscious effort to not look at his cock. And then, a thought occurred to him that made him shudder. What if both girls thought his cock was disgusting?
“I would like you to be my master,” Jenna, the black girl spoke first.
“Me too,” Abby said.
Beside him, Martha breathed out a sigh of relief. Despite her no longer being their master, she was pleased to have the girls around.
“Take your clothes off, drop to your knees and say your vows,” she commanded.
Both girls rushed to comply.
Martial watched with interest as they stripped their clothes off. As Legacies, the girls were naturally hot. And it had been a while since he had seen a black girl naked. As she pulled her leather trousers off and the red panties underneath, Martial stepped up to her.
He held her hands to her side to make her stand still. The girl froze, even her breathing stopped. He reached down and felt her pussy, pushing aside the black lips to reveal the pink that lay hidden. Martial stared at it as he subconsciously rubbed Jenna’s clit with his thumb. His cock began to rise and the tip touched her leg.
Jenna seemed to come to life at the touch. She took a deep breath, her body shaking ever so slightly. Martial stopped rubbing her cunt and watched her as she brought her body under control. Then, she reached for his cock and taking it in her hands, she began to stroke it.
It wasn’t the greatest hand job Martial had ever had, but then, the girl was a lesbian, apparently. She had small breasts for a Legacy, and Martial fondled them somewhat absently as she continued to stroke his cock.
He was horny now, but not for a disinterested lesbian with small tits. He disengaged with Jenna. Both girls dropped to their knees, completely naked, they vowed to devout their mind, body and souls to him for all eternity, for every purpose that fit him.
Martial left the room, going off in search for someone to fuck, and a cold shower after. He felt satisfied with how things were coming along. He had stumbled upon a good town to start with. It had a wall, though it wasn’t the tallest, the thickest, or even made with brick and mortar, but it was a wall, nonetheless.
The town was relatively wealthy. It was surrounded by good farming land and was in possession of a mine from which weapons could be built.
The town had three Legacies, again, a decent number to begin with. The women in the brothel, once they recovered from the tortures and
horrors Flittick and the mistress had put them through, some would be angry and want revenge. That anger could be used to turn them into soldiers for his new army.
Five Legacies and a potential human army was an excellent start considering it had been less than a week since Martial decided to take on apprentices and start his own little force.
Now, all he needed was some firm breasts and a tight pussy to fuck.
Chapter 19
Cassie lay on the hard floor and stared up at the ceiling. She was exhausted, both mentally and physically. The dim light that shone in through the stained window signalled the approaching start of the day for her and Michelle.
A week had passed since they came to this town. A week that had started with uncertainty for the girls. Uncertain of their new master, uncertainty about his intentions, of whether he was really just selling the girls off to the brothel, or if he really did have a mission for them.
When they were taken to Flittick’s house, they were still none the wiser of what Martial’s real intentions were. Prior to taking them on as an apprentices, he had shown little character traditional amongst Legacies. He hadn’t seemed lordly, but rather the opposite, a drunken lout.
It was faith that decided it for Cassie. Michelle had a good feeling about Martial, and Cassie felt something similar, though neither had any reason to. So, when they were alone with Flittick, they didn’t hesitate in killing him.
What happened after wasn’t exactly a glowing success, and Cassie feared something like this wouldn’t have worked had they been in a larger town with more Legacies. Thankfully, Martial was able to subdue Martha and add to his collection of apprentices.
Of which he now had five.
There was that girl from the bar, Macy, who although not an apprentice, did spend a lot of time with Martial. She had large tits and was now in charge of the whorehouse. It made sense that Martial wasn’t around. He was probably spending most of his time with Macy in said whorehouse.
Cassie wasn’t jealous.
Okay, that wasn’t entirely accurate.
She was a little jealous.
Her and Michelle had vowed their minds, bodies and souls to Martial, yet they rarely saw him. Their training was conducted by Martha. The third generation Legacy was perfectly capable, but it wasn’t what either girl had signed up for.
They had signed up to be tutored by Martial, to serve him. But, in the past week, they barely saw him.
As the light shining in through the window fell on Cassie’s face, she decided to get up.
She was tired, but sleep was hard to come by of late. Her body ached from the rigorous training. There was little respite at night. She and Michelle had a room to themselves. A room that had been stripped of all furniture.
They slept on the floor, on the thin carpet that had not been removed. And they had one pillow to share between the two girls. Not even a blanket. Thankfully, the weather was warm, and she had Michelle’s body heat too.
Cassie climbed to her feet and stretched. She walked up to the window and opened it to let in the morning breeze. It brushed against her naked body, against her hanging breasts, through her loins. It reminded her how long it had been since she’d been intimate with someone.
Cassie picked up her black panties and bra and pulled them on. After that, she picked up the thin piece of white cloth and wrapped it around her waist. It barely covered her ass, and the slightest movement revealed the black lacy panties she wore underneath. She had another piece of cloth that she wrapped around her chest.
The rest of her belongings had been taken by order of Martha.
Cassie didn’t hate the woman. But she didn’t like her either. And it was hard to follow orders from a woman she did not like.
But that was her lot in life now. Until Martial said otherwise.
She wondered what he was doing now.
The morning was still young, the light shining in through the window was dim. The house was quiet too. Not even the cleaners or cooks were up.
There was a good chance Martial was still in bed.
Leaving Michelle sleeping like a baby, Cassie slipped out of the room and walked down the corridor until she came to the stairs. Martial had taken residence on the third floor. She had been in his room once. It was fit for a king, in her opinion.
The carpet was thick, not unlike the thin rag in her room. The windows were wide and had lush purple curtains. A glass door led to the largest balcony in the house, so big, it had a small garden growing in it. To the left of the room were settees surrounding a low table. In the centre was a four-poster bed.
Martial was asleep on the bed.
His long body was sprawled over it, naked. But he wasn’t alone. Martha was there too, along with Jenna and Abby. All three girls were naked. Martha and Abby slept either side of Martial, whilst, Jenna, the black girl, slept lower down the bed, her head beside Martial’s cock.
Cassie entered the room and tiptoed to the edge of the bed. Jenna wasn’t just sleeping beside Martial’s cock, she had it in her mouth. Though she was asleep, her mouth moved occasionally, much like a sleeping babe did when it suckled on its mother’s teat.
Cassie felt a pang of jealously in her heart.
Cassie and Michelle were Martial’s first apprentices. It should have been them here, sleeping on the comfortable bed beside Martial, tending to his every need. Instead, she and Michelle slept on the floor, now ruled over by Martha.
Martha who let her own apprentices share the bed with Martial.
That cock of his… it was something else. Magnificent and frightening in equal measure, she wondered if she could even accommodate it.
Subconsciously, Cassie reached down, her fingers breached the cloth that wrapped around her waist, and the panties beneath it. Her pussy was wet as her fingers parted the lips. She dug two fingers in as her thumb rubbed her clit.
Cassie imagined it was her on the bed, lying where the black girl lay. She imagined taking Martial’s cock in her mouth, taking it deep down her mouth, down her throat. She imagined Martial running his fingers through her hair, grabbing her head with his powerful hands, fucking her mouth first, before throwing her on the bed and mounting her.
Soft moans escaped her lips as her fingers worked on her cunt. The noises were enough to wake Martha, who now stared at Cassie with tired eyes.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice quiet so as not to wake Martial.
Cassie stopped what she was doing, pulling her hand away from her pussy, it now rested by her side, her face flushed in shame.
“You were playing with yourself, weren’t you?” Martha asked.
Cassie felt her face burning as she nodded.
“You dirty little whore. What were you thinking about as you played with yourself?”
Cassie didn’t want to respond. She felt anger rise inside her. Martha wasn’t her master. She didn’t have the right to speak with her like that. But, another part of her knew that wasn’t true.
This was the life of an apprentice. She was still Martial’s apprentice, and her vows had been made to him alone. Her vows to give him her mind, body and soul. But if Martial wanted Martha to take control of her mind, body and soul, he had that right.
Her anger faded away as her eyes fell to the ground. She told Martha what she had been thinking about as she played with herself, that she was fantasizing of Martial taking her roughly.
“You’re undisciplined,” Martha said. “Lick your fingers clean, then get out of here. Your training will have to change.”
Cassie raised her hand to her mouth and sucked on her fingers, tasting the juices from her pussy. And then, she turned and quietly left the room, her face still burning.
* * *
Later that day, after breakfast, Cassie and Michelle were in the rear garden of Flittick’s mansion. They held swords in hand and practiced with each other under the close supervision of Martha. Both girls were getting better at swordplay, learning how to handle the weapons, how to be one with
them so that it was more an extension of their bodies and not a separate entity.
Cassie always preferred to go on the offensive when they trained, and as per usual, Michelle parried her strikes, dodged and ducked, and occasionally hit back.
“You’re getting better,” Martha said. She stood on the veranda, leaning against the white pillar, her arms folded across her chest. “Both of you. I think it’s time to get you some armour.”
Cassie’s eyes lit up at the mention of armour. It was one of the things that made Legacies stand out from ordinary humans. Legacies recovered quickly from injuries, and they didn’t die from diseases. It meant their armour didn’t have to cover their entire body. It could be lightweight too.
That was how most female Legacies dressed. With straps of metal that protected their breasts, their pussy, and some on their arms and calves.
The men tended to wear full-fitting armour that covered their entire chest, arms and legs.
Martial was the exception. He walked around in black jeans and a leather jacket that had seen better days.
Cassie and Michelle followed Martha to the front of the house, where the horses were tied. Seeing her white mare, Cassie rushed over and wrapped her arms around the neck, pressing her forehead against her horse’s forehead.
She had missed really missed the creature, and back in Coldstream, not a day passed without her riding it. Here in Cornhill-on-Tweed, an entire week had passed without her riding her horse. Cassie was about to jump onto the saddle when Martha grabbed her hand.
“Take your clothes off,” she said.
“My clothes?” Cassie asked. “Aren’t we leaving now?”
“We are,” Martha replied, her voice calm but firm.
“But the townsfolk will see me naked,” she muttered, before a frown appeared on her face. Martha already knew that. “Why?”
“You’re not afraid, are you?”
“Not afraid… maybe ashamed some,” she mumbled.
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