Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld

by Shakir Rashaan

  The sighs coming from the NEBU slave was all the audience needed to get its collective lather going, a slow rumble of conversation wafting through the crowd. In all, I would say about a good twenty women were in competition with each other, with the strict stipulation that owners could not bid on their own property, making things even more interesting.

  The sigh of approval from her and moans and orgasmic sounds being amplified from the microphone preceded the furious bidding war for Damian. He fervently lapped at her, causing her to grab his head instinctively and grind her hips against his tongue. My pussy twitched, remembering his oral presentation from earlier in the week.

  “Do I hear a starting bid of five hundred dollars for this beautiful boi?” Lady Hatshepsut began.

  “Five hundred!”

  “Do I hear a thousand?”

  Okay, look, I didn’t say this was for those with budgets, did I?

  “Two thousand!” I heard from another Mistress behind me.

  I was glad this money was going to charitable causes, and from the way the men were at each other’s throats over the female submissives, those charities were going to be happy with us.

  By the time they were done with Damian, he was won for $7,500.

  Anyone who said men were pigs had never been to a male revue or a male auction.

  I was content with allowing the ladies to do what they wanted during the auction. After all, being the Lady of the House did have its benefits, and I would soon have what I wanted in a few hours.

  The night was still young.

  THIRTY-ONE NEFERTERRI

  “Now, tell Me how much you want to suck his dick, pet,” I told Damian.

  I felt his uneasiness as he assessed the pure bluntness of my statement. He was unsure of himself, visibly shaking, trying to measure his words to me in response.

  I didn’t resist the pleasure I got from watching his wheels turn in his head. If anything, it enhanced my arousal, giving me an endorphin rush I would ride the rest of the night.

  “Please, Goddess, may i? i really want to,” he begged.

  I smiled, but I wasn’t satisfied with the answer.

  “I don’t know, you don’t sound sincere enough for Me,” I teased, but with a hint of seriousness in my voice. “you haven’t properly answered My question. Ask again.”

  “Please, my Goddess, may i please? i really, really want to…”

  Damian kept hesitating, so I folded my arms and sternly commanded, “I don’t think you heard Me, bitch; do you want to suck tiger’s dick?”

  Damian swallowed hard, the sting of my tone running through him like an electric current, shocking him into replying with more desire. “i want to suck tiger’s dick, Goddess, as i know it will please You.”

  “That’s better. you’re such a good boi, very good. Now, get on your knees and suck him, Damian.”

  Damian did as commanded, crawling over to where tiger was sitting, immediately kissing him as he fondled his dick, engaging deeper into the kiss as he relaxed and began stroking him in rhythm.

  He moved to all fours, exposing his ass as he took tiger into his mouth.

  tiger closed his eyes tightly, enjoying Damian’s tongue, gripping the back of his head, encouraging him to continue.

  I got so wet I took my fingers and rubbed them against my clit, feeling it swelling and getting harder by the second. Watching Damian’s head moving with fervor as he completely immersed himself in his task, and the pure erotic look on tiger’s face was enough to send me over the edge.

  But I wanted something else first.

  I moved behind Damian as he continued his pace, lubricant in hand, and began to coat his asshole with the cool liquid. I felt him clench for a few seconds, then relax as I massaged the hole and started to push my finger inside. I kept moving the lube inside of him, listening to him moan through the blow job he was performing. Before he could move to adjust, I slipped two more fingers inside of him.

  He stopped for a few more seconds, moving his hips to grind against my fingers. My pulse quickened as I saw his body take my fingers and take them as deeply as he could.

  Oh my God, this boy was getting me off and he didn’t even know it!

  I slid my fingers out of his ass, already in position to slide my strap-on inside of him, feeling my aggression becoming more intense. I pressed in slightly, teasing him, making him aware that something bigger was about to penetrate. I stopped every few seconds, to tease him a little more, but I wanted to see if he wanted it as badly as his body was telling me he did.

  My answer came in Damian pushing back against me, gasping as my length slipped farther and deeper inside of him.

  I could have come instantly, just from the sight of it. Come on, pet, you can take it all. I can feel it, baby, you want to, I silently cheered him on, wanting him to feel the change in me.

  “Mmmm, good boi,” I moaned while rubbing his cheeks. Before long, I had him filled completely, feeling his thighs resting against mine, his ass against my pelvis.

  Damian shifted his hips, enjoying the fullness inside of him. He eventually began to rock his hips, rotating them slightly while slowly moving back and forth against me. I smacked his ass hard, reminding him of what he was supposed to be focusing on first, holding his hips in place to give him the clue I was still the one in control.

  “Make tiger come, Damian,” I commanded while rubbing and raking my nails down his back.

  He moved with a speed that damn near made me jealous. tiger couldn’t hold back much longer, holding the back of Damian’s head as he desperately tried to wait to beg for release.

  “Ma’am, may i come, please? It feels so good, please?!?!?!” tiger locked eyes with me, pleading with me that Damian was doing too good a job of getting him to climax.

  “Come for him, tiger. Let him know how good he’s been sucking you,” I told tiger, barely resisting the urge to fuck him until after he was done with tiger.

  Hearing tiger’s familiar growl escape his lips was the sign I needed to let loose and violate Damian like tomorrow was not promised. I gripped his hips tightly, finding the groove I wanted to take my prey, plunging in and out, deeper and harder, giving no room for mercy or screaming from him.

  Damian was caught in a complete typhoon, sweat pouring down his body as his excitement found a fevered pitch he couldn’t deny. I lost myself inside of the energy created between us, feeling him shake uncontrollably whenever I stopped to watch his body react to my assault.

  “you want to come, don’t you, slut?” I growled loudly.

  “Yes, Goddess, please, i want to come hard for You!” Damian yelled, looking back at me.

  I slapped his face immediately.

  “I didn’t tell you to look at Me!” I scolded, never letting up on the pace as I drilled deeper. “Come on, baby, give Me that ass! Take My dick!”

  tiger moved to My shoulder, whispering in my ear, “May I suck him off while You fuck him, Goddess? i’ve been wanting to taste him for weeks, Ma’am, please?”

  I nodded my approval as tiger moved under Damian, taking his hard shaft as deep as he could, wanting to feel him spurt all over his chest.

  Damian clenched, trying hard to resist before his body gave in to what it wanted. “Goddess, please let me come, please?!?!?!?!”

  His body shook against me, begging me for release.

  “Come, baby, come all over him!” I commanded, feeling my own orgasm threatening to engulf me.

  I heard the pitch from him that let me know the climax gripped him and refused to let him go. Damian gasped and moaned, almost willing himself not to scream.

  “Let it go, baby, you belong to Me now! Let it go!!!” I yelled at him, determined to make him surrender.

  “Goddess, i’m coming!!!” he finally yelled out, his eyes full of tears as the wave came crashing unmercifully over him. “i’m coming… i’m coming…oh, Goddess, it’s so deep!”

  I heard tiger under me, coaxing him on. “Give me your come, Damian! Mmmmm, damn, it�
��s all over my chest!”

  I felt dizzy from my climax consuming me, sliding out of Damian as tiger continued to milk him dry. I was on my back, trying hard to catch my breath, when I felt a tongue sliding furiously over my clit, driving me to the edge before I could protest.

  “That’s right; lick Her dry, bitch. Never let your Goddess go without coming!” I heard tiger yelling at Damian as he continued to lap fervently at my pussy. “That’s it, keep going; make sure She knows you’re thanking Her for letting you come!”

  I let out a scream I was sure could have awakened the occult. I closed my eyes, unable to fight the intensity of the orgasms keeping their hold on me.

  “Stop!!!!” I finally yelled out, unable to take any more.

  I could barely open my eyes. I glimpsed tiger grab Damian by the neck and whisper something in his ear before pushing him back between my legs.

  tiger moved to my ear, softly thanking me for the wonderful time before recovering to kneel beside me. “May i be released from Your service, Ma’am? i can send one of the service slaves in to help clean up, if it is Your command?”

  I lifted Damian’s head, staring at him deeply. I was so enthralled in the afterglow of being with him that I forgot tiger was still in the room with us. I placed Damian’s head in my lap, turning my attention to tiger, who remained in his kneeling position until I spoke. “you are released from My service, tiger. It is My command for you to bring jezzabelle to Me, tiger. This bitch has earned a good fuck tonight, and she is exactly the slut to take care of him.”

  THIRTY-TWO SAJIRA

  My body was on fire.

  That wasn’t exactly a bad thing.

  I opened my eyes after feeling the effects of the chloroform wear off again, trying hard to get my bearings to figure out what time it was. I looked over at the clock, my eyes blurry, reading the time as well after one in the morning.

  Over an hour had passed since this whole thing had happened.

  The panic caused my heart to race as I tried to get my clothes together, wanting to get back to Daddy and Goddess ASAP because I knew they would be very upset we were gone for so long.

  In my haste to find my clothes, I finally remembered shamise was with me during the whole scene.

  I scanned the bedroom quickly, relieved my eyesight was clearing up, and found shamise on the other bed, still unconscious.

  “shamise, baby, wake up.” I nudged her. I worried she was too far gone and I feared I would have to get help if she didn’t come to. After a few more moments, her body shifted and jerked, and she startled awake, trying to get her bearings quickly.

  “sajira? Oh my God, what happened?” she asked me, her eyes locking with mine, trying to make some sense of where we were and what actually had happened.

  It wasn’t hard to figure that out.

  The rape scene we secretly had begged for actually came to fruition. What’s worse, it had happened without either Ramesses’ or Neferterri’s permission.

  The punishment would be swift and severe once we had to explain where we were for the past ninety minutes.

  “IT happened, sis,” I explained to her, and her eyes widened as big as mine had when the fog finally had cleared. “Daddy and Goddess are gonna kill us over this.”

  shamise shook her head, then sighed as she nodded. “Yes, they probably will, but this is our fault, sis. we should have come clean to them in the first place about the fantasy, then we wouldn’t have been caught in this mess.”

  I’d never been really punished before, at least not harshly, for something that had happened against my will. But I had to be honest with myself because I’d kept this from them, and they constantly told us that transparency was non-negotiable.

  Tears immediately welled up in my eyes. “What are they going to do to us?”

  “It doesn’t matter, sis; the important thing is that we accept it with humility and grace, as they have taught us to do when that time would come,” shamise told me. “It wasn’t going to be all peaches and cream, baby.”

  Then this wicked smile crossed her lips, and I understood why she smiled that way. That was some of the most intense and primal sex I’d ever had, including my husband. I couldn’t stop tingling, and my pussy was still wet from the thoughts of what we’d done came rushing through my mind.

  We’d better hold on to those feelings while we still could.

  It was time to pay the pipers.

  The walk back to the main building felt longer than it really was.

  Our clothes weren’t tattered, but they definitely looked like we’d been up to some carnal activities. The smirks on everyone’s faces gave us the clue they really wanted to know what had happened. Some of the slaves tried to sneak looks while their Masters weren’t looking to convey they wanted the exact same treatment that we’d just gotten.

  I felt guilty as sin and remorseful as hell, but I couldn’t stop tingling.

  Damn, it repulsed me to have Deion inside of me, and I didn’t want to feel that way. But yet, I secretly wished it could have lasted a little while longer.

  shamise could see the smirk on my face, and she tapped my arm, scolding, “i know it was hot, sis, but it would help if we didn’t let on to Daddy and Goddess just yet, okay?”

  She was right, and I knew it.

  As we approached the main building finally, I began to feel the tears begin again as the guilt began to creep back in.

  Disobedience was not tolerated by our Masters.

  The punishment wouldn’t be physical, because they knew it would not have the desired effect. The mental torture would be more effective, and we both were aware of it.

  The scene played out in my head like a horror movie.

  We would be forced to recount the whole ordeal, every detail.

  Then we would be asked if we liked what had happened to us, then admit we wanted it.

  Then we would accept the punishment for such blatant disobedience and failure to follow the House rules regarding transparency.

  God, I wasn’t prepared for this, not yet.

  We walked downstairs into the dungeon area, scanning the area to find where Ramesses and Neferterri were seated.

  I stood still, confused we were able to find them in the exact seats we’d left them nearly two hours ago.

  Something wasn’t adding up. They would have normally sent their equivalent of the National Guard on the search if we were gone longer than thirty minutes.

  “They’re still where we left them, sis,” I remarked to shamise.

  “Yeah, i see that, too, baby.” I saw the worried look on her face as she immediately dropped to her knees to crawl to where they were.

  I followed her lead, crawling over to their seats, listening to them as they continued to converse with the audience surrounding them. shamise and I recently had begun the practice of alternating which of our owners we would kneel with if we left them simultaneously. This had shamise kneeling with Ramesses as I took my place at Neferterri’s feet.

  “There they are, finally.” Neferterri smiled as she stroked my hair, moving to my cheek. “We were wondering whether you two had been kidnapped or something.”

  While the remark drew laughter from the group, I felt uneasiness from shamise. Looking over in her direction, I noticed she had a nervous smile on her face. Now I was really nervous about what could be happening, and my mind kept moving faster by the second.

  Could they be that upset with us that they would put on such a display for the public?

  I calmed myself down for a moment to remember the rules of the House, and I remembered Daddy and Goddess did not believe in public humiliation tactics, regardless of the transgression.

  That calmed me, yet it scared me even more.

  We would have to confess sometime before the night was out, so I kept a smile on my face and tried to bear through the anticipation until we were all alone to get this over with.

  “No, Goddess, we were assisting the other NEBU slaves in entertaining guests,” shamise a
nswered gracefully. I knew I had a lot to learn then. She was as off-balance as I was, but she’d been in service to them longer, knowing the right words to say and making it look like nothing was wrong.

  “That’s My good girls, you should always set the example when you can.” Ramesses kissed her forehead, turning to the crowd that was gathered around us. “Now, folks, if you will excuse us, we will leave you for the evening. If you have any issues, any of the Council members will be able to resolve them in our absence.”

  I smiled brightly as we took our leave, my mind moving to prepare for the interrogation that would soon arrive.

  THIRTY-THREE NEFERTERRI

  “I’ve missed you, shamise.”

  Feeling her skin against mine, I felt like I was intoxicated all over again. Felt like the first time we took her so many years ago.

  Raking my nails across her skin as she positioned herself on all fours, shamise swayed her hips, anticipating each delicious sensation from having not been touched by either of her Masters in nearly a year.

  “If i am allowed to say so, my Goddess, i have missed You and Daddy terribly,” she cooed, moaning as I smacked her ass.

  Across from us, Ramesses and sajira were already in the throes of a primal scene, their growls and hissing filling the room. He’d already had his hands around her throat, growling in her ear as she writhed against him, trying to suppress the grin that threatened to spread across her lips.

  shamise stared into my eyes, which I didn’t mind her doing because the reconnection between us was long overdue and needed on levels I couldn’t quite explain. All I knew was I had every intention to make her mine again.

  Having the knowledge of the real reason for their disappearing act intensified the desire to take her and make her understand whom she belonged to. I had conflicting emotions within me, trying to decide if I wanted to interrogate her first and then ravage her, or keep on the path we were on already. My body already had voted, regardless of what my mind wanted, pulling her in to me to kiss her deeply.