“You have nothing to be ashamed of,” Martha said. Her hand reached for the cloth that was wrapped around Cassie’s chest. She tugged on it gently and it came off. Underneath, Cassie was wearing a black lace bra, her nipples pressed against the mesh, completely visible. “Legacies should feel no shame nor fear,” Martha said, her eyes on Cassie’s breasts.
“Didn’t you fear Perry?” Cassie asked.
Martha’s eyes shot up. “You know why you’re going to be naked for this trip? You need to be taught some humility. You need to know your place,” Martha said, her tone sharp.
She grabbed Cassie’s bra and pulled. Cassie jerked forward as the bra tore, and she bumped into Martha, who then grabbed the cloth that was wrapped around her waist and tore that off too, along with her black panties. She then pushed Cassie back, causing her to bump into her horse.
Cassie’s arms came up, one covered her breasts, the other rested on her exposed pussy. She stared at Martha, eyes wide in shock.
“Do you have something else to say?” Martha asked.
She strode towards Cassie, her long legs coming out from the slits cut across her dress, almost prancing. Talking hold of Cassie’s hands, she pulled them down and away from her breasts, which hung down, reminding Cassie of how large they were. Martha grabbed the nipples and squeezed. “You’re a mighty Legacy, aren’t you? Surely you have something to say? Yes?”
Cassie shook her head.
“I couldn’t hear you,” Martha said, her fingers tightening on Cassie’s nipples.
“I don’t have anything to say,” Cassie mumbled.
“Mistress,” Martha said. She gave Cassie’s nipples another squeeze. “You will call me mistress.” She let go of Cassie’s nipples and slapped her exposed cunt. “Now get on your horse!”
Martha turned and walked towards her own horse, leaving Cassie alone to gather her thoughts. She rubbed her nipples gently, trying to ease the pain. Michelle had already mounted her horse, and she stared down at Cassie, sympathy in her eyes.
Michelle still wore the two strips of cloth that wrapped around her waist and breasts. Cassie never thought she would miss the tiny thin strips of cloth that protected their modesty. But then, she never imagined having to ride through town, horseback, completely naked.
Knowing she had little choice in the matter, Cassie decided to make the best of it. She mounted her horse. Her round breasts bounced as she straightened her back. Martha was right about one thing. Legacies should not be ashamed of anything, and most certainly not of their perfect bodies.
Cassie would not be ashamed, nor would she show any fear. Her heart raced as they exited the front gate, but she maintained a calm posture as Martha glanced back, a twinkle in her eyes. Cassie would not give that bitch the satisfaction of knowing she was afraid.
The journey through town wasn’t as bad as she expected, considering how she was completely naked.
After passing the first group of townsfolk walking along the sides of the road, Cassie felt more confident. The townsfolk were ordinary humans. And one thing she knew about ordinary humans was that they looked at Legacies as something different. The disadvantage to that growing up had meant she didn’t have many friends. The advantage to that was, when a Legacy rode through the town naked, they didn’t think much of it either.
Sure, the men would love to ogle her body, but most were afraid to do that to a Legacy, especially one they did not know. Doing something like that to an unknown Legacy could result in death.
The weather was warm, the skies clear. The sun shone on Cassie’s bare skin and she soaked it up, tilting her head back, her eyes weighed heavy, the warmth making her feel drowsy. Her mare trod gently down the road, following behind Martha. The gentle rise and fall of the saddle rubbed against her exposed pussy.
It was uncomfortable at first, but after adjusting her bottom some, it began to feel good.
Too good…
Cassie glanced at Martha, hoping the Legacy wouldn’t notice what was happening. She’d already been caught once today enjoying herself. Martha seemed to delight in tormenting her. Cassie didn’t want to give her any reason to do so.
They made it to the blacksmith’s without incident. After dismounting their horses, Cassie felt some of her shame return. The blacksmith was a burly man with a large beard and a boisterous attitude. It seemed he knew Martha too, which made sense. She was the Legacy in town after all.
“Oh my of my,” the blacksmith, whose name was John, marvelled as he ogled Cassie. “She’s naked already!”
“Yes. This one has a bit of a problem with keeping her clothes on,” Martha replied.
“It’s how you like them, isn’t it?” John roared out in laughter.
Martha grinned, and John wrapped his arm around her as they walked into his workshop.
Great. They were good friends.
“Are you not coming?” Michelle asked, standing by the door.
Cassie felt apprehensive about walking inside with Martha and her best friend. She glanced at her horse before her gaze turned towards the road. It would be so easy to jump on and run away. But she couldn’t do that. She couldn’t leave behind her vows and her true master, Martial.
She would toughen it out.
Taking a deep breath, Cassie joined Michelle and walked into John’s workshop.
It was hot and stuffy inside. There was a stone and brick forge in the corner, from which hot air rose up. In the centre was a large table full of tools. Hanging from the wall was a variety of weapons, swords of different lengths, curves and thickness, large hammers, spears, bats with spikes protruding from every side. There was armour too. Most of it was traditional armour and for use by humans.
But in the corner of the room, there was one piece of armour that caught Cassie attention.
It rested against wood painted purple. The metal was silvery, with lines painted in a shining green. The bra was looped by a chain, the metal armour that would cover from the waist down was the same shape and size of the black panties Cassie had been wearing.
Only a Legacy would dare to wear something like that. It was light and protected the modesty, kept the breasts held back, and protected the chest. Usually, female Legacies kitted it out with thin plates of armour that hung down from their shoulders, all the way to their wrists.
“What can I do for you Martha?” John asked.
Cassie turned her attention back to Martha and John and frowned. This John fella was far too familiar with Martha, using her name. Not many Legacies liked the common folk using their names.
“I’d like armour designed for my two new apprentices,” Martha said.
Cassie almost opened her mouth to say that she wasn’t Martha’s apprentice, but decided it wasn’t worth the trouble.
“Of course,” John said. “Let’s see what we’re working with.”
“Take your clothes off,” Martha said.
“I’m already naked,” Cassie muttered.
“Not you, dummy,” Martha said. “You,” she pointed at Michelle.
Michelle’s cheeks were positively red as she began to undress. When she was naked, she came to stand beside Cassie. John walked around them, feeling their bodies, he started with Michelle and began by cupping her breasts. His hands moved down her body and he parted her legs.
“Dry,” he muttered, as he touched her pussy.
He turned Michelle around and felt her ass, tugged at the cheeks.
When he was done, he moved to Cassie and repeated the process, beginning with cupping her breasts. Cassie held her breath as his hands moved down her body, down her naval. She parted her legs in anticipation.
John grinned as he touched her pussy. “She’s wet,” he said triumphantly.
“She’s a horny one alright,” Martha said.
John’s finger dug into her pussy and slipped in with ease. Cassie wasn’t turned on by this at all. She found John to be repulsive. But not having had any intimacy for over a week, and having sat naked on the horse, her pussy rubbing against the s
addle, she was still moist.
“Can I borrow this one for some fun?” John asked.
“Unfortunately, not,” Martha replied. “They belong to Martial, as do I,” she added. “He doesn’t strike me as the type to share his girls with other men.”
“Ah, yes, the new Legacy in charge of the town,” John said, nodding somewhat grimly. He grabbed a tape measure from the worktop and returned to take measurements of the girls.
“What’s he like?” John asked, as he wrapped the tape measure around Cassie’s chest.
“I don’t know him that well yet. He’s strong, but he only had two apprentices before coming here.”
“Only two? What generation is he?”
“I don’t know… he didn’t say.”
“Are you sure you can’t defeat him?” John asked, as he moved down to measure Cassie’s waist.
“It doesn’t matter anymore. I’ve given myself as an apprentice to him,” Martha replied.
“Mhmm,” John murmured.
He finished his measuring and began to discuss armour options for the girls. As expected, Cassie and Michelle had no input on what they would wear to battle. But it was to be traditional Legacy armour for women. Little in the way of actually protecting the body, more in looking sexy. It wouldn’t have worked for normal humans, but Legacies ability to heal incredibly quickly made it workable.
They left the workshop with a plan to return two weeks later. John said he would have it ready that soon. He always prioritised Legacy work, dropping everything else to focus on that.
And of course, he would do anything for Martha, he added. Anything she wanted…
Chapter 20
For the rest of that day, Martha made Cassie stay naked. Cassie got used to it, and she was glad to be back behind the walls of Flittick’s former house. After a lunch of bread with beef stew, the girls were back out in the rear garden, this time practicing hand-to-hand combat.
Martha guided them on grappling techniques and demonstrated on Cassie. She grabbed her in a headlock and turned her body and using that force, she threw Cassie onto the floor. Before Cassie had a chance to get up, Martha was on top of her, her knee pressed down on Cassie’s chest, her fist came an inch away from striking her face.
“Throw them to the ground, make use of your advantage and make sure they don’t get back up,” Martha said.
As Martha moved on, Cassie sat on her bottom, feeling tired and annoyed. She was still naked. Martha had yet to give her clothes back. She was getting used to being naked, but having been thrown to the ground in the soft earth amongst the grass, she missed her clothes.
Clothes were a natural barrier to dirt getting into awkward places. Michelle came over and helped her up. Cassie brushed the dirt off her ass and pussy.
“She really doesn’t like you,” Michelle murmured as she grabbed Cassie’s left ass cheek and pulled it aside. With her other hand, she brushed away the grass that was stuck in between the cheeks. “What did you do to piss her off?”
Cassie shrugged. “I don’t think I did anything. She’s just a bitch.”
“That she is,” Michelle nodded. “But it might be easier for you if you tried to not wind her up.”
“And what have I done to wind her up?” Cassie asked with a frown.
“Nothing you’ve done…” Michelle said.
“Go on, don’t hold back.”
“Well…” Michelle stopped once more.
“I’m all ears,” Cassie grumbled.
“It’s stuff like that. You’re a bit passive-aggressive-ish,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“See, you’re doing it now too,” Michelle said as she playfully thumped Cassie on the arm. “It’s like, when she tells you to do something, you do it, but it’s obvious you don’t want to do it. And sometimes, you say something before you do it. And that something isn’t positive. Do you know what I mean?”
“I know you talk a lot more than you used to,” Cassie shot back.
“Just trying to help,” Michelle said, her face fallen.
Cassie took a deep breath and pulled Michelle in close. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I know you’re trying to help. It’s just… this wasn’t what I was expecting life to be like.”
“It wasn’t?” Michelle asked. “Because its exactly what I thought it would be like. We’re part of a team now. Martial has five apprentices and a town. That’s remarkably quick. We spend everyday training. We’ve gotten so much better in the past week. I feel much more capable now than I did a week ago.”
All of what Michelle was saying was true.
The circumstances they were in was enviable, and beyond Cassie’s dreams. When both girls had decided to ask Martial to be their master, they knew little about him.
What they did know was that he was a Legacy, a Legacy that didn’t have a single apprentice, or a settlement, village or town. They didn’t know what generation he was, if he was a powerful Legacy, or if he was seventh, or even eighth generation.
There was a lot of risk to being apprentices to later generation Legacies.
They could have ended up moving from town to town, dealing with local troubles, or Martial could have taken them to a large town or even a city, where he could have taken on a Legacy as his mistress. Sure, they were now having to follow Martha, but Martial was still in charge.
They had a town now, remarkably quickly, and they were training every day, getting better, learning new techniques.
Michelle watched her carefully. “It’s Martial, isn’t it?”
“What about him?” Cassie asked, her voice guarded.
“You like him.”
“He’s our master.”
“Yes, but you like him. You want to be intimate with him.”
“Don’t you?” Cassie shot back.
“I do… but,” she shrugged. “He’s our master. We might not know what generation he is, but he’s capable. It’s likely he’s going to have a lot more apprentices as time passes.”
“It’s not like I’m expecting him to devout himself to me,” Cassie muttered.
“Good,” Michelle said. She ran her fingers through Cassie’s hair. “If you’re feeling lonely at night, I’m always around,” she said softly.
Cassie pulled Michelle in for a hug. It felt good to hold the girl. Being the only two Legacies in Coldstream, living in the same house, the girls were close. On lonely nights, after copious amounts of wine, the girls had even found comfort in each other’s arms. Usually, those nights began with Michelle initiating with a kiss.
Cassie put those thoughts out of her mind. Sure, she was horny, but it was Martial’s hard cock she wanted badly. Not Michelle’s soft and tender lips. At least, not while she was still sober.
And there was no chance Martha would allow her to drink any alcohol.
Cassie was exhausted, and it felt good to hug Michelle. She could have stayed in that position forever. But then, a bunch of ordinary humans began to walk into the garden, being led by Macy, the barmaid that had taken them to the whorehouse.
“What’s going on?” Cassie asked, as Macy pranced over to them.
“Martial’s new army,” Macy said.
“Where did he find all these women?” Michelle asked.
“From the brothel. He gave them the option to join his army, now that Perry and his men are gone, we’re going to need someone to look after the town if demons attack. Legacies are great,” Macy winked at them. “But they’re too few.”
“So… these girls are from the brothel, huh?” Cassie asked.
“Yup,” Macy said, beaming. “They are very well behaved too, if you know what I mean,” she chuckled.
Cassie feared she knew exactly what Macy meant.
It was just great.
Just fucking fantastic.
If it wasn’t bad enough having to vie for Martial’s attention when there were four other Legacies, now she had a whole bunch of girls to contend with. A bunch of girls that had worked in a brothel, they would be
very accommodating to Martial’s every need, that would be able to do crazy freaky shit that she couldn’t even possibly imagine.
Sure, Legacies were hotter, more perfect physically, but that didn’t always matter.
Sometimes, guys liked a girl with small tits, sometimes guys liked a short girl, one that didn’t have a perfectly round ass. Now, Martial had at his disposal everything a guy could ask for.
Cassie marched over to the veranda where her sword lay. She picked it up and headed towards the training dummy. She really needed to get Martial out of her head.
Chapter 21
There was a buzz about Flittick’s former mansion, now renamed the Hall of Legacies. It had been Martha’s suggestion to do so. Cassie thought it a bit much but kept that opinion to herself.
There over twenty girls from the brothel that had decided to join Martial’s army. They ranged in age from eighteen to thirty-nine, and in shape too, from tall and skinny, to short and curvy.
A few of the girls were gorgeous enough to make Cassie feel jealous.
She wondered where all this feeling had come from, this jealously. It wasn’t like her to be jealous of men. Sure, she had never actually met a guy like Martial. He was a Legacy, powerful to the point where, she thought she could literally feel his strength, his aura radiating from him.
The new girls were given quarters in the ground floor of the house, towards the back, six or seven girls per room. The first floor of the house was reserved for apprentices, the third floor of the house for Martial. Though Martha had quarters on the first floor, she, along with her two apprentices, Jenna and Abby, had spent the past week sharing Martial’s room.
Cassie was still the only girl without any clothes. She felt it more that night, when they sat in the dining room. The table had been removed, and every girl sat on the floor, bowls of food placed in front of them by the cook, Joanna. She was a large woman with a bright smile, and she filled every bowl with whatever she cooked.
Michelle sat beside her as they tucked into their meal of beef stew and bread. They seemed to eat that a lot.
“Joanna’s a good cook, but I really miss Coldstream and the pub,” Michelle said.
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