The Awakening by Shakir Rashaan

Book One of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld

Meet Ramesses and Neferterri

An erotically charged journey inside Atlanta's African-American Fetish/BDSM community. The first in the series revolves around an African-American dominant couple, Ramesses and Neferterri, and their submissives, told in a conversational style.

"What goes on in the Palace, stays in the Palace..."

Life seems well within the "Nubian Underworld" of the ATL, as Ramesses, his wife Neferterri, and their submissives are at the center of what can only be described as "paradise" by those who have seen the debauchery within. Amenhotep, Ramesses' mentor, is on the verge of bringing in his newest slave to reside with him at the Palace, and the entire community has been invited to witness the decadence of the grounds and the libidinous nature of the guests in attendance.

Unfortunately, life is not always a bed of roses... sometimes the thorns must be felt.

All hell breaks loose when Ramesses and Neferterri begin losing their submissives for a variety of reasons, and Amenhotep gets caught up in a sting operation that makes the local news and threatens to blow the lid off of the Atlanta Fetish community that thrives on the anonymity that is enjoyed by all. Despite it all, everyone in the circle is there for one another, no matter the consequences.

The Awakening: Book One of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld is a journey inside Atlanta's African-American Fetish/BDSM community, and the ties that bind the principle players of this exciting new series. With its twists and turns and surprises along the way, it is sure to become an "awakening" for any who dare to journey to the "Dark side."

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The Awakening by Shakir Rashaan
Erotica/Erotic Romance
Fetish/BDSM, Polyamory & Swinging

Excerpt from The Awakening by Shakir Rashaan

Excerpt from The Awakening/Book One of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld

Being in the Fulton County Jail was a bittersweet moment for me.

Before I turned to professional shutterbug I wanted to be a detective, like my father before me. So, being at the jail wasn’t supposed to give me the butterflies in my stomach I felt. It felt like an eternity walking towards the communication area to speak to Amenhotep, but somehow I managed to get there.

Seeing him on the other side of that window, my heart damn near broke. Here was a man who made me the Dominant I am. Now, here he sat, an accused rapist and kidnapper, eyes completely bloodshot from staying up all night in the holding cell before they moved him to general population. I refused to take pity, though. In my mind he was never guilty in the first place. I was going to move heaven and earth to make sure he comes out of this without much of a scratch on him, mainly because I knew he would do the same for me. Family has to look out for each other.

I picked up the receiver, making eye contact with Him for the first time. He looked human to me, after looking like a god for so long. “How are you holding up?”

“Not good, youngster. I’m not even supposed to be in here,” Amenhotep stated through the receiver. “Ramesses, I didn’t do it. she said awful things, man. Said I raped her…abused her, man.” I sat there and watch helplessly as he was nearly reduced to tears. The first thing on my mind was whether the other slaves were okay.

“Paka came down as soon as she found out. The cops took the computers…everything in the dungeon that wasn’t bolted down.” Amenhotep repeated what paka told him earlier. “All of the girls gave statements to dispute what Safi told the cops.”

“Why the hell would she say such things? You have a reputation within the community. She’s got to be aware of that.” My anger was boiling and mounting with each passing moment and with each word I spoke.

“Something spooked her. I know it,” Amenhotep regained his composure. “Either that, or she’s pissed about something. But what was it? I treated her like I treat all my girls.” Yeah, every one of the girls was treated the same way, except for Paka. The green eyed monster was on the loose. Damn.

“I’ve got some tough questions for You, Sir, and I need straight answers,” Ramesses took over inside of me, and it was needed. “How old is Safi?”

“You know better,” Amenhotep didn’t like my tone, but I really didn’t care at that point. We were family, yes, but there was no time to look at things with rose-colored glasses. “I taught You, remember that.”

“What…was…her…age?” I commanded. I didn’t back down like I normally did when He asserted Himself and didn’t want to answer questions. Too much was at stake.

“19. Confirmed,” Amenhotep replied. “Next.”

“What was her status?” I stated, moving on to the next point of fact I needed. By status, I wanted to know in what capacity was Safi supposed to serve as. In His House there were two categories: sexual and domestic.

“Sexual and domestic,” Amenhotep again answered in a monotone voice. “Next.”

“Did you corrupt her station?” In asking that question, I meant did she begin to think that she was more than what her station dictated… and more importantly, did He give her the impression she meant more than her station suggested.

“I decline to answer.” Amenhotep shut down, pulling His ear away from the receiver.

“Not good enough, Sir,” I warned. I motioned for him to place his ear to the receiver. “Rumors will run rampant, and I need ammo to combat things until You post bond.”

“How long have we known each other?” Amenhotep asked, pushing His face closer to the glass.

“Sir, you are my mentor, and I love you like a father, but I need and I will get full disclosure.” I was blunt about my intentions, even if the answer would hurt.

“Yes, I did!” Amenhotep stared me straight in the eyes, suddenly convinced of His own innocence. “I did nothing wrong, Ramesses. You, above all others, should know that.”

“Have you lost your mind?!?! You may have violated your core rules, Sir,” I scolded. “This will make things extremely messy.”

“Her state of mind was solid, Ramesses,” Amenhotep said, getting more demonstrative by the minute. “She belongs to me, in any manner I see fit. Who are you to judge me, Sir?”

“What did she do to you for you to act this way?” I asked Him again, getting as close to the glass as he was. This was a showdown, whether we liked it or not. Time to throw down, and whoever backed down first, lost. I saw the fire in his eyes, looking at me like I was some cut rate novice challenging his kingdom.

“You would never understand, and you never will! she…” and all of a sudden, he simply shut down. “None of the other girls betrayed me the way she did. So, I dismissed her from the House.”

( Continued... )

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The Awakening by Shakir Rashaan
Erotica/Erotic Romance
Fetish/BDSM, Polyamory & Swinging

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