Legacies

by Patrick Stewart

It was a completely inaccurate description.

  Butterflies in her stomach sounded painful. This wasn’t painful. It was more like her senses had been heightened. Her heart raced as her chest fell and rose. She became aware of her body, of her curves, her breasts covered by the armoured bra, the two little holes from which her nipples protruded out.

  It wouldn’t have been her choice of clothes to wear to see Martial, but it wasn’t the worst either. She’d seen Legacies dressed like this. They looked hot and somehow formidable at the same time.

  Once outside Martial’s room, Michelle knocked on the door. Martial’s voice came from within, telling them to enter.

  “You’ll be fine,” Michelle said, as she opened the door.

  Cassie nodded.

  She walked into the room and her heart dropped instantly.

  Martial wasn’t alone.

  Martha’s black apprentice, Jenna was there.

  She was naked, her black skin smooth and shimmering in the light shining in through the doors and windows. She was on her knees, her shoulder rested against Martial’s knee as she held his cock in her hands and sucked on the tip.

  Her eyes were closed, and again, she suckled on his cock like a baby would suck on her mother’s breasts.

  “Cassie,” Martial said, smiling as he spotted her.

  Jenna remained with her head resting on Martial’s lap, his cock in her mouth, Cassie saw that her hands gently played with his balls.

  “Hi,” Cassie said.

  She felt awkward as she stood in the middle of his room.

  “I like it,” Martial said, nodding at her armour. “Let me have a closer look.”

  Cassie walked over to Martial and stopped to his right, her leg touched the bed he sat on as Jenna continued to suck away on is cock. Martial was naked too and her eyes took in his toned body. They inevitably ended up on his cock.

  It was the largest Cassie had ever seen, and she wondered what it would be like to suck on that. Her mouth would be stretched. She wondered how long Jenna had been doing this for, how much longer she could do it.

  Martial examined her armour, touching the metal, turning her around to take a look at her rear, before moving to her metal bra. His fingers brushed against her exposed nipples. Cassie winced a little, only just realising how the holes in the metal bra were a little on the smaller side even for her nipples.

  “I’m guessing you had little input in the design of your armour?” Martial asked. “Do you like it?”

  “It’s great, thanks,” Cassie said hurriedly.

  “You’re a terrible liar,” Martial laughed. “Is it the nipples sticking out that bothers you, or do you hate the entire thing?”

  The nipples sticking out didn’t bother Cassie much.

  Sure, the holes were a little on the smaller side. And whenever she took off the metal armoured bra, the numbing pain would be annoying. But it wasn’t any more than that. Just an annoyance. She didn’t even care that her nipples stuck out through it. She’d spent the past few weeks walking around naked. Martial had noticed it, everyone had noticed it. John the blacksmith had touched her up and spoken about her as if she were a piece of meat.

  Cassie wasn’t a weak girl.

  The experience hardened her, made her tougher. To an extent. She didn’t like Martha, didn’t like the power the Legacy had over her, and she didn’t like the two round bits of metal protruding from her armoured panties that were now inserted into her vagina and ass.

  Especially the one in her ass.

  Right this moment, she was fighting the urge to grab her own ass cheeks and spread them to better accommodate what was essentially a butt plug.

  “Cassie?” Martial asked, studying her face with concern.

  “Suits fine,” Cassie said quickly. “Nipples aren’t the problem. It’s just…” she stopped.

  Martial continued to study her, and then, he reached for her waist and the silver chain that looped together to fasten her metal panties. He undid the hook, and Cassie wondered if Martial could read minds, or, as he said, if he could read auras. It wasn’t supposed to be possible to do something like that.

  The front and back of Cassie’s metal panties pushed away from her flesh. But it didn’t fall to the ground. It clung to her by her butthole and pussy.

  “Damn,” Martial muttered. “Why did Martha have those put in there?”

  Cassie’s cheeks reddened. She wasn’t sure if it was a rhetorical question, but she felt compelled to answer. Martial was after all, her real master.

  “It’s because I like to have my holes stuffed,” Cassie mumbled.

  Martial looked up at her. “I see. Do you uh, regret liking to have your holes stuffed?”

  Cassie couldn’t tell if he was serious, or teasing. Had she said it wrong? Should she have mentioned it was Martha who had said those words, or something along those lines, and not her?

  “It was Martha who wanted made me wear this,” she blurted out.

  “Yeah, I figured. It’s got to be difficult working with Martha, I imagine?”

  “It’s okay,” Cassie lied.

  Martial laughed. “Is that code for she’s a bitch?”

  Cassie’s lips twitched and her body began to relax some. “Maybe,” she said coyly.

  “This might come as a surprise, but Martha doesn’t exactly dislike you,” Martial said. His finger gently rubbed on the mound of flesh around her sore pussy. “Every apprentice is put through training to toughen them in case they’re ever taken captive by demons or humans,” Martial continued to massage around her pussy, his fingers moving closer to her lips until it pressed against them.

  Cassie let out a groan, her hips moved forward inadvertently.

  “Most masters push their apprentices through a tough torture regime at some point. They tie them up, arms and legs spread apart, they whip them until the apprentices pass out. Nothing is off limits. Ass, cunt, cock, balls. They wait for the apprentice to come around, to heal and then they do it again. They shove toys up the girls assess until its stretched enough that they can sit there and punch their fists into the girl’s cunt and ass. It’s all in preparation for what may happen if an apprentice is ever captured alive by demons. The torture demons will put you through, they’ll try to break you, then build you up again as their own.”

  “I think some of the torture training is a bit excessive,” Martial said, his thumb now gently rubbing her soaking pussy, occasionally sliding in to join the metal pole already in there. “I like Martha’s methods more. Its subtle. Her focus is on getting girls to do things that make them uncomfortable.”

  Martial stopped rubbing her pussy. His fingers now soaked in her pussy juices, he wiped them clean on Jenna’s thick hair. His fingers tightened around Jenna’s hair and he pulled her head back. The girl’s eyes popped open as his cock plopped out of her mouth.

  “You know why Jenna is always sucking my cock?” Martial asked.

  Cassie shook her head.

  “Tell her, Jenna,” Martial said.

  “I hate cock,” Jenna mumbled.

  Cassie frowned. “You’re a lesbian? That’s it?”

  Jenna’s eyes narrowed. “It’s a bit more than that. I really don’t like cock.”

  “Sure…”

  “Fuck you,” Jenna said.

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  Jenna jumped to her feet and was about to leap towards Cassie when Martial grabbed the girl by her nipple and pulled her back down. “Easy girl,” he told her. He picked up his massive cock and rubbed the tip against Jenna’s lips before he shoved it back into her mouth.

  Jenna reluctantly took it. As she sucked, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against Martial’s thigh.

  It didn’t seem so bad to her. Cassie considered herself straight, but she’d occasionally played with Michelle, usually when drunk and lonely. The other night, when she was exhausted and feeling down, Michelle had comforted her, and Cassie had enjoyed it.

  In her mind, all y
ou had to do was close your eyes and not think too much about it. Maybe that’s what Jenna was doing.

  “Martha likes to find buttons to press on her girls. Whatever winds them up, she plays on that. I don’t think she’s particularly good at it,” Martial said with a laugh. “She could do with some training of her own. In due time,” he added softly. “You don’t have to wear that,” he nodded at her panties. “I’ll talk to Martha,” he smiled.

  It was such a beautiful smile. Cassie wanted to kiss him hard. She wanted his powerful arms all over her body. She wanted that cock in her mouth, in her cunt, in her ass. She’d give anything for him.

  Her mind, body and soul.

  Of course, she’d already given that.

  She would do it again.

  Cassie couldn’t understand where this devotion had come from. She barely knew him, wasn’t even sure if she liked him when she first met him. But there was something about Martial. He radiated a power that she had never felt before. A power that seemed to grab hold of her, pull her close, keep her there, then pull some more.

  She would do anything for him.

  And if that meant wearing this damned thing around her hips, inside her ass and pussy, it was a small sacrifice.

  “Don’t talk to Martha,” she said. “I mean, talk to her if you want, of course. I don’t want to tell you what to do,” she added quickly. “But I’ll keep wearing this.”

  “Are you sure?”

  Cassie nodded. She hadn’t been sure this sure about anything else in life.

  “Cool,” Martial nodded at her. He leaned in and pushed both sides of metal back up before strapping them together. “I think you look hot in it, by the way.”

  “Thanks.” Cassie’s cheeks reddened.

  She stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do, if she should go, if she had been dismissed. Martial stroked Jenna’s hair before he moved down and grabbed Jenna’s small breasts. He pulled on the nipples. Jenna’s mouth full, a gurgled sound escaped her lips.

  “She’s got an amazing ass,” Martial commented.

  Cassie had to agree. Jenna did have an amazing ass. It was perfectly round and big. She wasn’t proper into girls, not yet anyway, but a part of her did want to slap Jenna’s ass, give the girl a spanking. With an ass like that, she deserved to be spanked, craved it.

  Martial pulled his cock out of Jenna’s mouth, and grabbing the girl by the hair, he lifted her to her feet. He pushed her against the bed, then came to stand beside her. Jenna knew what was about to happen. Her knees rose onto the bed, she arched her back, her knees spread apart, she reached back and grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled, exposing both her holes.

  Martial touched her cunt and grinned. “She’s dry,” he laughed. “Want to make this easier on her?”

  “Um, sure,” Cassie jumped forward. “What can I do?”

  “Take off your chastity device for starters.”

  Cassie had never thought of it like that, but Martial was right. It sort of was like a female chastity device. She uncoupled the links and pulled it free from her body in haste. She winced as both poles came out of her ass and cunt. She wanted to reach back and massage her butthole, but she held back from doing that in front of Martial.

  “What now?”

  “Get on the bed, spread your legs in front of Jenna, let her lick you. That should do it for the lesbian,” he laughed.

  “Right,” Cassie said.

  She was disappointed.

  She thought she would be helping in some way that got her closer to Martial. She could have sucked on his cock to add saliva to it before he drove it down Jenna’s cunt, or her ass. But she kept her disappointment off her face and climbed onto the bed.

  She spread her legs apart and grabbed Jenna by the hair. The girl did not look pleased to see Cassie or her pussy. The fact that she wasn’t enjoying any part of this somehow made it easier for Cassie. She pulled Jenna’s head down and wrapped her legs around her head.

  “Lick my cunt, you little bitch.”

  She had whispered the words quietly into Jenna’s ear, but Martial somehow seemed to have heard. He watched Cassie with what looked like renewed interest.

  Jenna on the other hand, obeyed like a good little bitch. She licked Cassie’s pussy expertly, staring from the outer lips before probing inside and pushing against her clit. It felt good, and Cassie grinded her hips to match Jenna’s efforts.

  “Didn’t think it would work that quick,” Martial muttered as he rubbed Jenna’s cunt. “She must really fancy you.”

  Grinning at Cassie, he picked up his cock and pressed it against Jenna’s cunt.

  As it entered her tight pussy, Jenna squirmed, her tongue stopped licking Cassie’s pussy. Cassie tightened her legs around Jenna’s head and held her down until Martial’s cock had entered her fully.

  She could see the pressure the girl’s body was put through with the monstrous cock inside her, but still, she kept her inner thighs pressed tightly against Jenna’s head. As Martial fucked her cunt, her pussy pressed against Jenna’s mouth, muffling out her moans of pain as she struggled against the beast that fucked her.

  As her body adjusted to the monster tearing in and out of her cunt, as she felt Jenna’s body relax some, Cassie loosened her grip. Jenna responded by resuming licking Cassie’s pussy.

  Cassie stroked the black girl’s hair as she licked away. Behind her, Martial continued to fuck her cunt, and she watched him, his powerful body, his strong arms, his chiselled chest, his abs. She wished it was her being fucked right now.

  But this was still nice.

  A smile spread across her lips.

  It hadn’t gone at all how she’d expected it to when she walked into the room and saw Jenna sucking his cock, but it was nice how it was ending, hopefully with both of them coming at the same time.

  But that was not meant to be.

  The door burst open and Michelle rushed into the room, breathless, her face pale. “Demons!”

  Chapter 24

  The demons were gone by the time Martial dressed and charged towards the town gates on his black stallion, Cassie and Michelle following close on his tails. Martha was already there, the gates open, she stood with Abby beside her, and a dozen or so of the new human recruits from the brothel.

  They looked good to Martial, the girls from the brothel. Much better than what they looked like a month earlier. Back in the brothel, the girls had large tits, large asses, but little meat elsewhere.

  Now, they looked healthy, like they ate well, and exercised well regularly. Pushed by Martha, it was amazing what could happen in a month.

  Martial dismounted from his horse and walked up to her now.

  “What happened?” he asked.

  “Locals from the farms came rushing in, screaming about demons. We opened the gates to let them in. I saw the demons,” she pointed towards the trees in the distance. “There were about four or five in the woods. There might have been more hiding.”

  Probably not hiding, Martial thought.

  The truce between demons and humans had lasted for a hundred years. It meant that demons were forgetting what it was like to battle humans, to go head-to-head against Immortals and Legacies.

  Their impressions of humans were going back to the stories they told each other, the legends of great demons conquering towns and cities, of humans, weak and frightful, running away.

  If there were more demons, they wouldn’t hide. They would show their faces, roaring out in rage.

  “There were only four or five demons,” he said to Martha. “If there were any more, a small town like this, they might have charged and tried to take over it.”

  “Where do you think they came from?” Martha asked. “We’re miles away from the borders and… you sent those demons back, didn’t you?”

  Martial had sent the demons back from Coldstream, killed their leader, the others swore to stay away. Despite what humans thought of demons, they had codes, and they followed them. If their leader was killed in a duel, t
he conditions of that duel, his troops would follow to the letter.

  “It wasn’t those demons,” Martial said. “These demons came from somewhere else.”

  “But where? If they didn’t come from the borders, where would they come from?”

  “Where are the farmers? Did they see anything?”

  Martha led him back into the town, past the wooden wall and down a street to the left. “I don’t know if what they’re saying is reliable,” she said, as they walked. “I spoke to the first two that came through. Both said demons crawled out of the ground and attacked their village.”

  “Demons do come out from the ground through portals…” Martial muttered.

  “They do, but we know where those portals are. And all the portals this side of the border are covered by thick metal plates and surrounded by small garrisons. There are no portals anywhere near here.”

  Martha was right, of course. “Do you know how the portals work? How they were created?”

  Martha stopped walking and glanced up at Martial. “I don’t… do you?”

  “When humans die, the souls with guilt on their conscience are dragged down into the ground. But they don’t fall straight down. They are pulled through different points between our realms. Demons figured how to reverse that process, how to allow demons to use those points to enter our world. That’s how they created the first portals. Things have changed in the past few hundreds of years. What if they’ve figured out how to open portals anywhere they wanted to?”

  “How do you know all of this stuff?” Martha asked, staring at him in wonder. “Things have changed over the past few hundred years? Are you saying this from history books, or from experience? Are you a first-generation Legacy?”

  “People really need to stop this whole first-generation second-generation Legacy nonsense,” Martial said. “I’ve seen fourth generation Legacies kick first generation Legacies’ butts.”

  “Sure,” Martha nodded, as they started to walk again. “Meanwhile, I’ve never even met a first-generation Legacy. Unless you’re one?”

  But Martial didn’t respond to her question. What he’d said about the generations was true. Sure, those from an earlier generation did have an advantage. They were stronger, faster. But it was a small advantage. One that a later generation could overcome by hard work, constant training, and self-belief.