Legacies

[Lira Dajenn]

“Children.” Idiot. “You will bare our children my pet.”

Moridin had thought children the best avenue to bare his legacy, so why not her? It was true, once the very idea of having children would have made Nemene sick, and indeed that was why Evie would be the one having the children, but the idea of someone she could trust completely, of someone she could train and mold entirely in her own way, someone that would outlive her tragically mortal frame of life?

Yes that appealed to her.

“They will be what people remember us for alongside our cruelty. They will be what brings us into the next age.” She spoke with confidence, smiling down at Evie as she wandered past her and to the other side of the room, towards another machine that sat there.

This would undoubtedly be difficult, but Nemene was a master of genetics. She intended on mixing the best of both worlds. Evie's strength in the force, and her own intelligence and flawless physical form. Their child would be perfect, Nemene would see to it. She just needed the time, and she needed Evie to behave.

 

[Louise]

Hey now, you wanted the creature of worship.

I mean, you have Cerise, a smarter breed of plaything but this is what you get when you take your once bond sister and destroy everything that she loves, remove everything that makes her human and tell her that her sole purpose is to be good for you. I mean, if you want to turn around and say, 'Evie, be smarter' then go for it, but don't blame me if it gets self-aware.

Evie's eyes widened at this prospect, her heart swam with joy. Nemene had denied herself of a great pleasure her, had she told Evelynn this very same thing then there might have been physical sickness. Evelynn never wanted children, she had planned on dying and leaving nothing behind but broken souls but it wasn't her choice to make now, was it?

The creature's face was an explosion of delight, oh to be so involved in her Goddess's plan, and in such a personal manner. There would this...this thing and it would have a part of her in it, alongside her Goddess, her Queen, her everything!

“Oh, Goddess! You are far too good to Evie!”

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Lips pursed for a second, but she didn't respond to Evie.

This was going to be a difficult task in it of itself. She would have to mix genetics, and play with DNA, and mess around with a whole host of other things. It wouldn't be easy to create a whole genetic off spring from two women, though it had been done dozens of times. The child would essentially be somewhat of a clone, but sharing traits from both herself and Evelynn.

At Nemene's skill level, it was easy to pick and choose exactly what traits one wanted, from Hair to eye color, though perhaps she would leave some of that up to random chance, after all, planning everything never went well.

“Yes. I am.” Nemene said finally as she responded to Evie.

Then she turned to regard Cerise, her face growing somewhat darker. She had things to do and Evie would be a distraction if she stayed any longer.

“Take her back.” Nemene said softly, dismissing both women.

 

[Louise]

For a period of time things returned to the status quo. Evie would study, further improving her now frankly impressive skills as a sorceress and in her spare time she would rest. That was the cycle now. Learn. Rest. Learn. Rest. Naturally there were blips in-between, small interactions that were no more or less degrading than the usual. Not that Evie minded, her sole focus was being good.

Evie would do anything and everything to be good.

The big day came and went in what could have only been described as a standard Evie blur. The creature was more than happy to just lay down and remain still, staring vacantly at the ceiling while the process of artificial insemination took place. The procedure itself was very clincal, obviously with the matter of legacy being very important to Nemene there was no element of toying or trifling.

This was serious.

The ridiculous creature's mind had been filled with wonder. It was such a grand honour that Evie had been made such a focal part of her Goddess's plans! Not only had she been chosen to carry the legacy, but said legacy also involved her! Of course, the last part baffled the poor thing. Evie was stupid, lowly and worthless, why would anybody wish to remember her? Such a train of thought however was bordering upon the edge of unhealthy curiosity.

No questions. Evie was good.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

After the procedure Nemene stalked around Evie, walking around her like a lioness protecting her cubs. She smiled slightly, as if knowing that now nothing short of the hand of the force could upset her plans. Everything was going right. She was making more money than most outer rim worlds, she had secured and trained her little pet sorceress, and her legacy would soon be in order. Nemene had everything she could ever want, beautiful.

“Now Evie.” Nemene said stopping directly in front of the stupid girl. “The next year won't be too easy.”

Oh she would be pampered and taken care of, that was for sure, but Evie wouldn't be allowed to do any of the things she had been doing, and a change in routine was never easy on something as simple as Evie. “You wont be learning, you won't be studying, and you certainly won't be performing any tricks.”

Sith Sorcery especially was dangerous. Nemene couldn't have any of that near her offspring. It would corrupt and decay them before they were even born and might lead to...unfortunate side effects. Such a thing would not be advantageous, especially if Nemene wanted the children to live longer than a day, which she of course did.

 

[Louise]

We've only just left the starting gate of this post and stupid bloody Evie was already confused and nervous. A fear of the unknown combining with the Gospel of Goddess that could only let it be known that this wasn't going to be easy. The creature cowered somewhat, eyes looking up at her Queen like a dog being scolded.

This wasn't aided when she was told that there was to be no more learning, no more tricks.

Without tricks, how would she get treats?

Without tricks, how could she be good?

Evie had to be good.

This notion very plainly distressed the poor thing, who of course couldn't comprehend that the coming year was likely going to be the best year of her entire existence, well, in terms of treatment at any rate. I don't even want to know what Evie's ideal year is, it would likely cause me to vomit.

“But...how can I please you...Goddess?”

 

[Lira Dajenn]

“By being good and carrying our legacy to term.” That was really the end of the whole deal.

All Nemene needed Evie to do was carry their child until he or she was born, then Evie would go back to being the pet Sorceress, the plaything, the nothing. She would have no hand in raising the child of course, Nemene would hardly have a hand in it in fact, aside from the training. Nothing else would change however, though she doubted the stupid thing even comprehended anything past the next 15 minutes.

“You will please me by staying happy and healthy.” There was no chance of her getting sick on board this vessel, but still. “I need my child to live Evie, and as long as you can make that happen, you will please me.”

Simple as simple could be. Though of course some things were out of Evie's hand. At times biology got the best of them, though if Evie happened to lose the child due to her own body...well Nemene's reactions would not at all be pleasant, for Evie, or anyone else aboard this ship.

 

[Louise]

It was a pretty simple deal.

Play the role of the legacy incubator, it was a pretty simple task. I mean, Nemene had already done the difficult leg work, I'm sure that in the face of genetics Evie would have been so useful, she could have done tricks, while in a lab coat, it would have been groundbreaking stuff, I assure you.

Evie nodded, seemingly understanding her new grand goals in life.

Be healthy, be happy, be good.

Let's hope that the human body doesn't find some way to ruin this. You know, some people take to pregnancy well, they glow and actively produce auras of motherhood that give them a plus ten to dexterity, but others take the act of child bearing as a disease. Can you imagine the conflict if poor little Evie got caught under the weather? That's not being healthy. That's not being happy. That would be bad.

“I c-can do that, Goddess!”

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemened smiled, a creepy rather unhinged smile. “I know you can.”

She patted the simpleton on the head, and then let her smile fade. Evie's part today was done, all she had to do now was be taken care of, it was as simple as that. Of course Nemene would look in on her, watched her, read her vitals and take care of everything.

This was after all, the most important thing that Evie would ever do.

The continuation of Nemene's legacy, of her fathers legacy, it took precedents above all else. With a wave of her hand Nemene called Cerise to her once again. She leaned in close to the woman and whispered something, then turned to regard Evie.

“Take her to a new room, have one of the Women look after her.” Cerise looked slightly ill, but she nodded and followed the command.

 

[Louise]

Cerise was upset.

Cerise had been upset for about, say, two galactic standard months now. There were no surprises as to why, but if you need a few hints for the source of her aggravation then I'll throw you some. It was stupid, it was undeserving, it had the ability to cast power spells and it was carrying the legacy of her beloved Mistress.

Evie was everything that was wrong in Cerise's life.

Of course, this didn't hamper the woman's ability to do her duties, no Cerise, like the wretched little cretin was also good, with the only difference being that she pleased Nemene of her own accord and didn't need to have her mind destroyed to do so.

It should have been her.

She should have been carrying Nemene's legacy, not that ungrateful little moron. Cerise had only ever been loyal whereas Evelynn had been conniving, spiteful and outright dangerous, she had made a serious attempt upon her Mistress's life and what? Instead of being rightly left to rot chained up in the slave hold the treacherous creature was now actively involved in Nemene's children.

It wasn't right.

However given that Cerise was the very picture of loyalty and devotion she did not complain, oh yes, she found herself wearing a face of thunder most of the day but to her credit she did not complain.

Brows were most definitely furrowed as the woman hung Nemene's clean garments up in the impressive walk-in closet. It was a lighter duty, something that she could do on autopilot which left her mind-a-stewin'.

Cerise sighed.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene stepped into her own room, purple skin flaring and bright orange eyes searching.

She knew that Cerise was in here somewhere, knew that she was doing one thing or another that needed doing, she was good like that. The Raven haired Queen walked into her bedroom, spotting the closet door open and smiling slightly. She didn't walk into the thing of course, but rather sat herself down on the end of the bed, crossing her legs in one fluid motion and placing her hands on the edges of the silk sheets.

She waited for a time, until Cerise finally found her way out of the massive closet.

“Cerise.” Nemene said patiently, calling the stewing womans attention. The Slave Mistress jumped slightly, but immediately regarded Nemene. “I have a task for you.”

She didn't care about Cerise' emotions, didn't care that she was unhappy, hurt, or upset about Evie being given an important task. Nemene was the one that decided the fates of all those around her, no one else. Cerise would get over her hurt, and she would be better for it. Of course, that didn't stop Nemene from also treating her favorite plaything well.

Everyone deserved a reward now and then after all.

 

[Louise]

Sneaky sneak.

Of course Cerise was startled by the sudden appearance of her Mistress. With Nemene Talith you either heard her coming, or you didn't. There was no in-between, no, maybe that's the sound of approaching footsteps. It was either complete silence or click click click.

No in-betweens here.

After regaining some degree of composure the woman bowed her head slightly. Always respect. Always devotion. Not as mindless as Evie but just as powerful, if not superior. At least she had a brain, initiative, at least her love was genuine and not a creation of frustration born from a horrible stubborn witch.

She raised her head, looking her Mistress in the eye, expression inquisitive.

“Yes, Mistress?”

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene studied Cerise for a moment, eyes fading over her before looking behind her into the closet. Lips purse for a moment, and then Nemene returned to her study of Cerise.

“In a few months time. My child will be born.” Stating the obvious. Evie was already a few months a long, and she expected the rest of the time to go by rather quickly. No big plans were afoot, no huge schemes for Nemene to carry out. They were simply living life among the fleet, a ship would go out every once in a while and collect a batch of slaves, but never this ship, never hers, there was no danger.

“I will need you to care for it.” Nemene said suddenly. “Evie certainly can't, and I of course won't.”

Oh she would be there in the childs life, but not as a proper Mother. She would train them in the arts of the blade, have Evie teach them in the force, but she wouldn't feed them, change them, dress them, or do any of that nonsense. No, that would be left to Cerise.

“You will take care of my legacy Cerise.” It wasn't a question.

A demand.

 

[Louise]

So it involved the child, that intrigued her. Of course no matter what the task was to be Cerise would have obliged but this interested her that bit more, it was the jealousy, Evie had a part to play so Cerise wanted one too. She was only human.

It was an abrupt demand, one that served to please immensely.

“Oh, Mistress!”

This, this was huge! This was the child of her Goddess, her legacy directly into her own hands! Raising the child of her Mistress meant that now she too was involved, and ensured that after the birth the woman was going to have a large measure of control, something that she had never really cared for until Nemene, who had rubbed off upon her terribly, and in more ways that one.

What. No. I mean. Let's go to church and, eat plain bread and water together.

Cerise's face had lit up immediately, this was perfect. Evie was just a vessel, an empty body to carry the legacy, minimal involvement whereas she would play the role of mother. Mother. It was huge, and it made the woman beyond happy, try ecstatic.

“Thank you, thank you so very much!”

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene allowed herself to smile slightly, pleased by the reaction she had received from Cerise. It was what she had been shooting for. Nemene wanted a legacy, not really a child. She didn't want to raise the thing, simply bring it up so that she would be remembered. That was that. Cerise however thought of it as a task of mothering, of care and wonder.

That was good.

If Cerise wanted this, if she cared for the child and raised it well, it would save Nemene quite a bit of trouble. Plus it would keep Cerise happy and out of Nemene's hair, both of which she quite enjoyed. She smiled at the Slave Mistress, and then patted the spot on the bed besides her.

“Now then.” She said her tone soft and sultry. “Lets see if you can't please me as I have pleased you.”

The Raven haired queen grinned.

-IMPLIED LESBIAN DOMINATRIX SEX HERE-

 

[Louise]

How do you like your eggs in the morning?
ABRUPT RESPONSE: ARTIFICIALLY INSEMINATED BY A SADISTIC LESBIAN DOMINATRIX.

Thanks, HK. We needed that cleared up.

Cerise frowned slightly at the slow pace of the mental invalid that she escorted. No, don't rush the impregnated fool, don't stress it and certainly don't wrap a chain around it's neck and pull it throughout the ship. No, none of that. Cerise's lower jaw jutted out in annoyance as she glanced backwards at the waddling simpleton.

“Come along now, Evie.”

It was quite visibly pregnant now, the passage of time having granted a problem free pregnancy thus far. Good. The sooner that the legacy was born the sooner that status quo could be restored, the sooner that Cerise could care for Nemene's child and the sooner that Evie would be back under a very harsh heel.

Back to the laboratory, just for a general progress check, a cheeky scan, you know the drill with pregnant things. Gotta keep some kind of eye on it. Escorted to the waiting bed the dim sorceress was instructed to lay down, and of course did so with an atrocious amount of diligence.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene stood over her little pet, watching for a moment as her eyes shifted over the pregnant woman. Momentarily she wondered if the girl, somewhere in the back of her head knew what was going on, knew what Nemene was doing to her. She doubted it. Evie was nothing, nothing but a simple servant. The Raven Haired Queen had ensured that much at least, if Evelynn was still buried deep underneath, she could no longer breach the surface.

Picking up the small scanner Nemene already set to work, placing the device on the tip of Evie's stomach.

Immediately the scanner began to work. Low Buzzing and humming erupted from the machine. Nemene looked towards Cerise, offering the woman a smile. She was still rather upset about Evie carrying the child, still not in control of her emotions. Nemene could feel that, sense it.

It was rather annoying.

Suddenly an image popped up onto the screen to her left, a faded look of what was within Evie's womb. Nemene turned to it, studying the image for only a second before her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Twins.”

Was the only word she said, and it was nearly a whisper.

 

[Louise]

Cerise, of course returned the smile granted to her by her Mistress.

She would persevere through this. The taint of the ungrateful Evie would remain with the child, and although the woman would do everything to ensure that it wouldn't even know the wretched creature's name there would always be the fact that the sorceress had carried it, had birthed it. That would always be the edge of bitterness upon the woman's mind. It should have been her.

No matter, all it was reduced to was a game of patience. As soon as things were back to normal dearest Evie would be finding herself in a world of punishment, and she would simper and beg, and try in each and every way to be good and fail. It would be beautiful.

Hold on. Something happened. Cerise's head snapped to look to the screen as the words twins surfaced into the situation. Of course, the situation left Evie looking confused and frightened as if she had done something wrong. That was the usual though, so kark her.

Sure enough, there it was on the screen. Cerise, consider your responsibility doubled. Good luck.

“Double the legacy, Mistress,” the woman responded, smirking slightly.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene stared at Cerise for a few moments, then turned her gaze towards the image.

Two.

How interesting this was. She had not expected this little twist in the tale. Playing with genetics was all good and fun, but this...well this was a surprise. She supposed that even she couldn't control everything, but this was truly unexpected. Perhaps a twist of the force? Yes. Thats what it had to be. There was no way this could have occurred otherwise.

“Evie.” Nemene said, patting the little Sorceress on the head. “It seems you will have two chances to please me.”

Perhaps with two children she could form the perfect specimen. With one, there was the chance of failure. Of course there was also the chance of success, but with the twins? Double the chances of success.

A twisted smile reached her lips, yes, this was good news.

 

[Louise]

Evie of course, as per usual did not understand. She didn't care about understanding, she wasn't told to understand. She was told to be happy, to be healthy and that's exactly what she did. No other thoughts, no desires, no wants, no needs. Just happy. Just healthy. Just good little Evie.

As she embraced the touch of her Goddess Evie smiled, with those vacant eyes staring upwards.

She was happy.

---

Further down the line we go.

The legacy was close now, although the incredibly swollen stomach of the empty-headed thrall could have told you that as easily as words could have. The concept of twins had still been above her, the concept of anything was still above her. Health and happiness, which wasn't difficult when one was thrust into perhaps the most soothing lifestyle imaginable. Slaves constantly soothing, massaging, feeding. Talk about a waste of pampering.

As per the creature's schedule it was time for a walk, which of course was a leisurely stroll with Mistress Cerise, who more often than not kept absolutely silent on these jaunts, or rather waddles. Well, it wasn't as if she was going to get decent stimulating conversation if she spoke back.

Poor Cerise.