Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld

by Shakir Rashaan

  “Relax, little one. There’s no point in resisting now. After all, you did say that I could name My condition.” He smirked at me as he tugged on my hand, pulling me inside with him.

  The words oh shit popped in my head as I cleared my throat and swallowed hard and managed to smile weakly at him. More than anything else, I only wanted to please my owners, but I was desperately curious about what he had in mind about the condition I so naively agreed to.

  Daddy led me into the shop. I was relieved to see it was well-kept and attractive, but then again, I never had to worry about that with him. Daddy was particular about where he conducted business. There was a glass case of jewelry under a counter and framed artwork on the walls. Behind the glass counter, a long hallway led straight back past several doors on either side.

  There were no other customers in the store. A broad-shouldered man who looked as thick as a brick wall was behind the counter. Another man was mounting new artwork onto the walls. A third man was moving some boxes in the hallway.

  Daddy went up to the counter confidently and gave his name to the man, adding, “I have an appointment.”

  The man smiled and shook his hand. He introduced himself as David. “Oh yes, we were expecting you.”

  David looked me over from top to bottom, and while I had no issue with him admiring my body, his smile had me on edge a little, like he thought I was the next entrée on the menu at the buffet. I didn’t feel uncomfortable about it, though. The one thing Ramesses and Neferterri instilled in their girls was a sense of confidence in the way that they presented themselves.

  I wore a very short skirt with no panties, a halter top, and sandal heels, as I was commanded. I knew my nipples stood out prominently for all the men to see clearly through the fabric. But I didn’t meet any of the men’s stares. My place was to be demure and submissive.

  “Let’s get started,” David said as he gestured the way down the hallway.

  We followed David to the room, and with the way the men continued to ogle me as I walked past them, I had no doubt this was part of Daddy’s design. If he wanted to, he could have had the store deserted, but this was his way of reasserting his dominion over me. No matter who was around, my focus should always be on him.

  “Right into room three, please.” He called to one of his coworkers and told him he was going to the back to do a “procedure.” I clung tightly to Daddy’s hand as he led me down the hall. He was very clandestine about the entire encounter as David opened the door to room three. Daddy led me inside.

  The room was clean and sterile, like a doctor’s examination room. I found it interesting to see an exam table. To me, it looked like the exam room at my gynecologist’s office, except the table was tilted and curved, more like a chair. There were two rolling armless desk chairs, a rolling stool, a counter, a sink, and some cabinets.

  David entered behind us and talked about me instead of to me, arousing my wondering if he was “in the know” or not. “Okay, get her undressed and in the exam chair, so I can see what we are working with.”

  Startled, I looked at Daddy, but he only smiled and winked at me, which somehow put me at ease. With sure hands only he had, Daddy pulled my shirt over my head and pulled my skirt down, whisking it all away along with my sandals. I stood naked in the middle of the room.

  Now, a few years ago, I would have been embarrassed to be naked in public with this strange man looking at me. But as I lowered my eyes, I could see Daddy’s erection. That calmed me down because I knew I was pleasing him immensely. I stood up a little taller and straighter and smiled at him.

  Daddy glanced over at David. The man’s tongue was nearly hanging out as he looked at me. David had this grin on his face like he’d hit the jackpot, staring at this caramel-skinned woman in front of him, but Daddy never lost his cool about it. This wasn’t the first time we’d been out as a family and other men were busy gawking at his prized possessions. But I knew how Daddy was, too, and if he felt the need to shut a situation down, he would do exactly that.

  David broke into my thoughts. “Okay, get her up into the chair.”

  I smiled as he led me to the exam chair. I scooted my ass up onto the end and leaned back. I picked up one leg at a time and placed my feet into the stirrups. My face was red at having my pussy exposed, but I was wet as hell knowing that anything could happen at any moment.

  For all I knew, Daddy would let David fuck me, as payment for the piercing.

  Not that I minded all that much. For a white man, David was ruggedly handsome, and he reminded me of one of those ex-Marines that still kept in amazing shape well long after serving. Now that I thought about it, he reminded me of Jason Statham. Imagining him in his dress blues got me even wetter as David sat on the rolling stool between my legs and pushed the stirrups farther apart until my pussy was spread lewdly in front of him.

  He didn’t touch me, but leaned in close to examine my folds. Now my face burned with embarrassment—not because David was inspecting me, but because I was highly aroused and Daddy didn’t give me permission. I secretly hoped he couldn’t smell the deliciously musky scent I gave off, but part of me wanted him to get a whiff of what he couldn’t have…unless Daddy commanded me to.

  For a moment, I felt David’s warm breath on my pussy as he leaned in close. My heart raced. Was Daddy actually going to let this stranger have his way with me???

  “Okay, Kane, I have the notes from our phone conversation. I wrote down exactly what you want done. Physically, I see no problems. All we have to do is negotiate a price.”

  Daddy raised his eyebrows, but I couldn’t tell if he was going along with the dialogue or not. After all, David called him by his first name. “But you already quoted me a price on the phone.”

  David smiled. “Well, yes, but that price is negotiable.”

  “Oh, how so?” Daddy queried.

  “Well,” David suggested while looking at me, “this is a nice piece of ass. Let me keep her overnight and play with her. You can pick her up tomorrow and the procedure will be absolutely free.”

  I almost couldn’t stifle the laugh, but I didn’t find it so funny anymore after I saw that Daddy looked as if he were considering the offer.

  My heart pounded through my chest, wishing he would make the decision and get it over with so I could prepare myself. Despite the hesitation, I knew my Daddy too well. He could be sadistic, devilishly sadistic. He probably felt my anxiety and enjoyed every minute of it, making me suffer needlessly because his mind was made up several minutes ago.

  I hated that I loved him for that, and I loved that he didn’t care whether I hated it or not.

  In the end, it was not about me.

  After another moment’s hesitation, he placed his hand in the air, signaling his refusal of the offer. “As tempting as the offer is, that’s not happening, David.”

  David counteroffered, “Okay, just let me fuck her now and the procedure will be free. All you have to pay for is the materials.”

  Once again, he hesitated. “No, sorry, David, she is my property.”

  David shook his head. “Okay, okay, but how about a fifty percent discount on labor if she sucks my dick?”

  Daddy still shook his head. “No, sorry, and quite frankly, I’m done with this negotiation, like there was ever one to begin with.”

  I will admit I was slightly disappointed I wouldn’t be able to “perform.” After being under wraps with my now ex-husband and not being my true exhibitionist self, I was looking to jump back in with both feet and immerse myself within my wantonness again.

  David sighed and seemed to give up. “Okay, let me tell you what has to be done and we can get started. You realize she has to be fully aroused for this procedure. I need her clit swollen to its fullest. However, you can’t let her reach orgasm because the swelling will subside too soon. So, you have to arouse her and keep her on the edge of orgasm while I do the piercing.”

  The words roared into my ears.

  Daddy was having my clit
pierced.

  Okay, I was officially worried I had gotten myself in deeper than I was willing to go. I bit my lip and felt hot tears flood from my eyes down my cheeks. I knew Daddy wanted to make me completely his and Neferterri’s property. But I was afraid of the pain, and I didn’t know how to deal with that fear.

  Daddy leaned over and kissed away my tears as David watched. He crooned in my ear, “Trust Daddy, baby. you know I am only going to do what is best for you, right?”

  I nodded my head in response.

  “No tears then, My little one. you never know what may happen while the procedure is being done.” Daddy winked at me as he straightened up and told David that he understood.

  David went on. “You will have to arouse her with your fingers or a toy. I can’t have any semen or saliva on her genitals.”

  Again, Daddy nodded.

  David continued, “And you know she has to be completely still during the procedure. You have requested we not use any local anesthesia during the procedure. I have no problem with that. We’ll go with the plan we discussed for keeping her still.” he grinned.

  Plan? What plan?

  “I have one last offer for you, Kane. Let my staff and I watch you arouse her and let my assistants watch the piercing and I’ll give you a twenty percent discount. I have an assistant who has never done one of these and he needs to watch. Usually, we give the couple privacy for the arousal, but you indicated it wasn’t necessary.”

  Daddy nodded, saying, “Now that I will agree to; everyone can watch, no problem.”

  I was extremely aroused at the thought of everyone watching. It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but it was a start.

  David called to his staff to put out the “Gone to Lunch” sign, lock the door, and come on back to watch and learn. Within two minutes, both men were in the small room. David rolled back up to my crotch and snapped on latex gloves.

  The two new guys leaned over me as David’s rough fingers gently handled my lips.

  “Okay, guys, this lady is here to have her clitoral hood pierced.” Instantly, a bit of relief washed over me as I realized Daddy didn’t intend to have my actual clit pierced. I got warm over the mind fuck Daddy pulled on me, and giggled at the possibility of what was to come.

  David continued the lesson. “She has long inner labia that will also be pierced with small gold rings. Kane will arouse her before we begin, so that her clit is fully swollen. That will ensure the piercing does not interfere with her arousal in the future. If I pierced the hood while she was not aroused, then the piercing might interfere with her clit swelling later and cause her pain. Now, some guys want that, but not this time. Kane will also be the one to hold her while I do the piercing. Remember, I told you about the ‘technique’ he plans to use.”

  I raised my head and looked at the men around the room and saw all of their trousers tented out. I felt my arousal growing. In a perfect fantasy scenario, I would have them all coming on my breasts while the procedure was being done, since I needed to stay aroused during the procedure. But to admit that to Daddy and have him oblige me would have been a gross breach of House protocol and a punishment I wouldn’t have been able to bear. So, I kept my mouth shut in anticipation of how he would keep me stimulated.

  David ran a gloved finger down my wet open slit. “It shouldn’t be any problem to get her aroused. I think she likes all of this attention.” David grinned at the lewd and lascivious atmosphere we’d created for this appointment. “Okay, Kane, we’ll wait right here until you have her ready and still.”

  Daddy pulled me up and pulled my feet out of the stirrups. I sat up straight and he helped me off the table. He sat down in an armless chair across from our audience. He guided me to stand between his legs. He buried his face into my stomach, slid his hands up to cup my breasts. He lingered there for a minute fingering my hard tight nipples. God, it felt so good to feel his touch again. Then he let his hands slide up to my shoulders and pushed down slightly.

  I remembered that signal well. I quickly knelt between his legs. He cupped my chin and looked into my eyes. “shamise.”

  I barely whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Who do you belong to?”

  “my mind, body, and heart belong to You and my Goddess.”

  “Good girl.”

  Tears welled up in my eyes. I was ashamed of disappointing him, either of them. My leaving the family that loved me had disappointed them both, and the reality of the situation finally hit me.

  He continued, “I am proud of you for not trying to stop Me and for not saying anything. So, your spanking won’t be too bad.” My eyes tried not to betray my shock at his intention to spank me in front of an audience. “Now, take out My dick.”

  I couldn’t get the pants unzipped fast enough.

  Without any underwear, his member sprang up, thick and hard and oozing at the tip. I looked at it longingly, remembering every detail all over again.

  He chuckled. “Yes, baby, you may have a taste.”

  I dove in, licking and sucking his shaft, one hand grasping it by the base. My other hand scooped under his balls to caress them. He leaned back to enjoy the sight and feel. I watched out of the corner of my eye at the other men in the room rubbing the bulges in their pants. One by one, they opened their trousers to let their hard swollen cocks free. Each man stroked his own stiff dick.

  “Lap,” Daddy commanded.

  I lay across his lap and he swiveled his chair so my shapely ass was facing our audience.

  “Spread.”

  He nudged my legs far apart and ran his hands slowly over my cool, caramel ass cheeks.

  One of the men in the room spoke up, “Damn, look at the ass on that bitch.”

  “Wait until you see it red and glowing. It’s even prettier then.” He let his fingers trail down the crack of my ass to my dripping pussy.

  He brought his hand up and began to pat my ass at first, alternating with rubbing. I moaned in my continuing arousal. Slowly, he began to spank me harder. It happened so gradually I didn’t feel any real pain, only intense arousal. The sting of his smacks intensified my desire for him, the tingle in my pussy, and the swelling of my clit.

  Between smacks, he caressed my soaking wet lips and let his index finger slide down to my clit; it was hard and throbbing and so swollen. I guess Daddy decided it was time to get more serious and began to rain harder slaps down on my ass. Then he let a blow strike my sensitive pussy.

  That slap raised my head and I let out a scream, then let my head drop and I moaned some more.

  “Oh my God, she’s so sexy. I’m gonna come.” The youngest guy in the room could no longer hold back. I heard him groaning and imagined the semen spurting from his shaft as he slumped against the wall.

  Daddy’s blows came harder with one landing on my pussy every now and then. I felt myself flowing into space with each strike across my ass. He paused to feel my clit and found it more swollen than he could ever remember. I was desperately trying to ignore his stiffness pushing into my stomach. I could feel the slippery tip smearing pre-come all over me. Harder blows rained down on my hot ass, which I knew had begun to glow red. He let every third blow land on my pussy.

  I was moaning loudly now, my ass instinctively rising up to meet every blow. He was spanking me like a man possessed.

  My body was beginning to betray me, tears flowing freely now. For quite a few blows, he didn’t let up. I began to babble, “Sir…Sir…Sir…”

  Without stopping his smacking, he asked, “What, baby? What do you need?”

  I went limp on his lap and burst out, “RED!”

  He knew he had given me all that I could take.

  He rubbed his hand over my ass. It felt so hot. He leaned over and looked between my widely spread legs. From his fingertips, I felt my sex pulsating and my clit protruded from its hood. I felt it pulse with every beat of my heart as Daddy pressed against it.

  I was at the point of no return, and I became the wanton slut he’d wanted
to awaken from within. I raised my head and looked over my shoulder at him. “Fuck me, please, fuck me, Daddy! Please fuck me! I need to be fucked! Please put Your dick in me and fuck me!”

  We caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. My words and screams had finally put David over the edge. I briefly watched David’s come shoot into the air, giggling at the thought I’d put two men into orgasmic bliss without touching either one.

  Daddy reached to the counter beside him and picked up a bottle of lubricant. I hadn’t seen him put it there, but I was too far gone to care where it came from. All other thoughts were driven from my head as I felt the cold lubricant dripped onto my tightly clenched asshole.

  God I loved what I knew would come next.

  His finger probed my asshole, spreading the lubricant and loosening me up. “Relax that ass for Me.”

  Daddy slowly twisted his finger in my asshole to spread the lubricant all the way around. With his other hand, he dribbled a few more drops onto me.

  He began to plunge his finger in and out of my tight asshole, dripping more lubricant and letting a second finger slide inside. He was mesmerized by the sight of his fingers sliding in and out of my ass. I swear I could have come all over the place right then. He watched the sphincter stretch to accommodate his fingers, but it was as tight as a vise. He continued dipping his two fingers in and out a few more times as his engorged member throbbed intensely, impatiently waiting its turn to slide inside me.

  He realized I was mumbling something. “What did you say, baby?”

  I lifted my head. “PLEASE fuck me, Daddy!”

  He grinned and let a last couple of drops of lubricant drip onto my asshole. He was pleased to see when he removed his fingers that my ass didn’t clench back shut as tightly. I was proud of that, too, and refused to hide my lustful grin.

  He urged me up and as I got to my feet, he quickly rubbed a gob of lubricant down his shaft. He hastily wiped his hand on a paper towel from a dispenser on the wall, fortunately within easy reach. Daddy’s slut was practically in a trance, my arousal at an all-time high. He knew the spanking would do this to me, and I didn’t care anymore. I belonged to him. At this point, I would’ve done absolutely anything he wanted without question or embarrassment. He grasped my hips and turned me around with my back to him; my face to the three guys a few feet away across the small room.