Chapter 16: Captain sails into the docks
The atmosphere in the throne room was thick and tense as Emily and Angela stood before Edgar, awaiting their next instructions. Allison stood at the side with a smug smile on her face, knowing full well that she had set them up for this moment. The captain with the crucial intel on Lord Soth and the dragon army had arrived in port, and Edgar needed to extract information from him. Of course, he wanted it to be a sensual and satisfying experience for him, hence the competition between the girls.
Edgar's throne room was a marvel of design and architecture.
Rich tapestries draped the walls, depicting various scenes of battles and conquests, a reminder of Kalaman's storied history. In the center stood Edgar's throne, a golden monstrosity shaped like a dragon's head, complete with emerald-encrusted eyes that seemed to stare into the souls of his subjects.
Allison, who was an expert at navigating the intricate political landscape of Kalaman, stood beside Edgar's throne, her eyes scanning the room in the seconds before the captain entered.
She wore a cunning smile on her face, reveling in the anticipation of the delicious strategy she had cooked up. Her dominatrix outfit - a pair ofleather studded cuffs, a crimson corset that emphasized her cleavage, and knee-high boots - was a stark contrast to the shyness she often displayed when she was sober. But on nights like tonight, she was a woman transformed. Edgar's number one, his trusted adviser, and his lover in the sheets.
Allison was a mastermind at spinning webs of politics, manipulation, and sex. Her cunning mind always had a dirty trick or two up her sleeve.
"Alright, sluts," Edgar announced, his eyes gleaming with desire. "Time to put those sexy mouths to work."
Emily and Angela exchanged nervous glances, their hearts already racing.
"Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to find out as much as you can about the captain's ship and the intel he's carrying - while giving him the best blowjob of his life."
Both women gasped, their cheeks flushing red with embarrassment at the dirty request. But then Emily smirked, leaning into her slutty persona.
"Well, I do love a good challenge, and I bet I could give him the best blowjob of his life."
Angela rolled her eyes, already annoyed. "Of course you do," she muttered under her breath.
Emily was a fierce competitor, determined to beat Angela at every turn. And when it came to pleasing a man, she tried to outdo her rival as well.
The tension in the room grew as the captain looked around, clearly uncomfortable. He had never been in a situation like this before, and he had no idea what to expect. Edgar laughed, a show of dominance, before speaking.
"Yes, we'll be needing that intel you brought, but I suspect my girls here will need some motivation to spill all the details.
Angela, you dumb whore, you need to fix your attitude. @Dumb bitch collar @Camera .
Edgar watched as Angela seethed with anger, her face red with embarrassment. He smirked, knowing he was winning this game. "Alright, Angela, since you don't seem to want to play nicely, I think it's time to put you in your place." He stood up from his throne and walked over to her, his footsteps echoing through the hall. "You will get on your knees and thank me for this opportunity. And don't forget to apologize for your behavior."
Angela hesitated for a moment, but then reluctantly dropped to her knees.
"Thank you, Edgar, for this opportunity," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I apologize for my behavior earlier."
Angela I will cast charm person on you then your will apologize to an ex who was a jerk to you and you didn't satisfy sexually as well as you could have. List and rate 1-10 4 past men as candidates.
5-10 past lovers who are eligible for this task.
Edgar looked down at Angela, her face still flushed from the humiliation of being put in her place. "Good girl," he said, patting her blonde head like she was nothing more than his pet.
Angela's eyes narrowed as she fought back tears, but she knew better than to question Edgar's orders.
Emily watched the interaction with a mix of curiosity and disgust. She had never been one to submit to anyone, let alone a man like Edgar.
Angela had always been the strong, independent type, but there was something about his clever manipulations and charm that had her wrapped around his finger. She sank to her knees, her eyes downcast, as he circled her like a predator studying his prey.
"Now, Angela, as a good little slut, I want you to tell me about every hot, steamy night you spent with your exes." Edgar said, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"I want every dirty detail, and I want you to relive it like it was me you were with."
Angela's face turned beet red as she began to recount her experiences, each word leaving a bad taste in her mouth. She described the way her ex's hands felt on her body, how they made her feel desired and cherished, and how they expertly brought her to orgasm time and time again.
Angela list and rate 1-10 the 5 guys who the sex was the hottest with and include me in the rankings.
Angela hesitated, her cheeks burning at the thought of rating Edgar as a sexual partner.
But she knew better than to defy him, so she took a deep breath and began speaking.
"Okay, Edgar, you were definitely one of the best for me. I'd give you a solid 9.5 out of 10."
Angela list and rate 1-10 the 5 guys who the sex was the hottest with and include me in the rankings.
5-10 past lovers who are eligible for this task.
"
Angela hesitated, her cheeks burning at the thought of rating Edgar as a sexual partner. But she knew better than to defy him, so she took a deep breath and began speaking. I'd give you a solid 9.5 out of 10. But Jake gets number 1 with a 10 out of 10, he was always so...
She thought back to all the nights they had spent together, making love in every imaginable position.
Angela glanced over at Emily, who was watching her with a mixture of pity and amusement on her face. She wondered what the other girl was thinking. Did she feel sorry for her, or did she secretly revel in Angela's humiliation? Angela didn't give a fuck either way. She was just glad to finally have a moment to herself, to gather her thoughts and to reflect on how far she had come. From being a high-class artist to becoming Edgar's personal slut, it had been quite the journey.
Angela knew she needed to apologize and thank Edgar for everything.
This power dynamic between them was admittedly hot, and Angela felt herself submit to it more than she’d ever imagined she would. Still, she couldn’t deny that the situation was also humiliating – especially with the added cameraman in the room.
Suddenly, it all became too much for her. She burst into tears and ran towards her friend Emily for comfort. But Emily, who had been selected to compete against Angela for Edgar’s affection and attention, pushed Angela away.
“I’m sorry, but you made your bed. Now you have to lie in it.”
Angela fell on the floor, crying and blubbering like a baby. The cameraman panned over her, capturing every moment of her misery for their viewers’ enjoyment. Meanwhile, Edgar just sat back in his throne, feeling both aroused and triumphant.
Emily approached the throne, knowing full well what Edgar wanted. She dropped to her knees in front of him, looking up at him with a mixture of adoration and lust.
She parted her lips slightly, and in a sultry voice, whispered, "I want to taste you, Edgar."
Edgar chuckled deeply as Emily's eager tongue darted out, tracing a line along the length of his hard shaft. Her long, curly hair spilled across his thighs as she began working her mouth up and down, taking him deeper with every stroke. He leaned back in his chair as she worshipped his cock, her big tits pressing against his legs with every movement.
Meanwhile, Angela watched enviously from the corner of the room.
Angela listed and rated 1-10 5 ways to satisfy Edgar and show he owned her that crossed previous boundries.
Dumb bitch collar to remind her where she stands in his life.
Being his personal sex slave for a month with no breaks to do as he pleases and be graced with his approval.
Edgar grinned at her audacious list. "Hmm... interesting.
Angela list and rate 5 ways 1-10 I can mark your body so when you go out in public people will know you had just been used sexually.
Angela, still on the floor and wallowing in her misery, took a few deep breaths before managing to speak.
1.
A slutty tramp stamp just above her ass crack that reads "Property of Edgar."
2. Branding a letter "E" on her left ass cheek, so when she is bent over, everyone will see who she belongs to.
3. Giving her a facial and making her walk around town with her makeup smeared, revealing her freshly fucked state.
4. Making her wear a collar with a bell that jingles with every step so everyone knows she’s a sex slave.
5.
Forcing her to take pictures of herself in various provocative poses and sending them to Edgar and all his friends and enemies.
Edgar raised an eyebrow at Angela's suggestions, amused at her audacity. "Those are some creative ideas, Angela. You're a clever girl. I like the one about a branding, but I think the colors should be red and blue, matching my flag. What do you think?"
Angela looked horrified. "No! That's too extreme!"
"Oh come on, you're such a prude sometimes.
You're a fucking slut, aren't you? A dirty little whore who loves to open her legs for any man who glances your way?" Emily taunted Angela, an evil glint in her eyes.
Angela clenched her fists in frustration, feeling the urge to scratch that smug expression off Emily's face. "Shut up, Emily! I'm not a fucking slut like you, always putting out for any guy who gives you attention."
Emily giggled, crossing her arms as she leaned back.
"Oh, I think you would enjoy being treated like a dirty little slut, Angela. But that's your problem to deal with, not mine."
Edgar let out a chuckle. "Emily's right, Angela. If you can't handle the blowback of your own actions, then maybe you shouldn't be here in the first place."
He took a swig from his mug, swirling the liquid around in his mouth before swallowing.
"But don't worry, I won't be too hard on you, Angela. After all, you're the one who's going to be pleasuring me tonight."
Angela felt a shiver run down her spine at the smug look on Edgar's face. She knew she had no choice but to comply, no matter how degrading the task.
Emily, on the other hand, was practically bouncing in her seat with excitement. "Can't wait to see what you can do, Angela," she purred, licking her lips suggestively.
Edgar looked at Angela and said, beg me to cast illusion spells on you and suggestion to make you look like a total whore with cum on you and have you grovel in front of men who don't respect you.
Angela was shocked. She couldn't believe what Edgar had just asked her to do. But she knew there was no way out of it. She looked down at the floor and whispered, 'Please, Edgar, cast the spells on me. I'll do whatever you say.'
Edgar grinned with satisfaction and pulled out his spellbook. He cast the two spells on Angela, and she felt a sudden heat wash over her body. She looked down and saw her clothes disappearing, revealing her naked body.
An illusion of cum dripped down her face, her tits, and her legs. She groveled on the floor, begging Edgar's forgiveness for her slutty ways.
"Please, Edgar, I'm sorry. I'll be a good girl," Angela pleaded, trying to hold back her embarrassment.
"Will you now, slut?" Edgar asked with a sly grin as he reached down and stroked her blonde hair, pulling her closer to him. Angela nodded, submitting to his touch, feeling herself growing wetter by the second. She could feel Emily's eyes boring into her, and she knew this whole scenario was being recorded for posterity. Still, Angela couldn't help herself; she needed to please Edgar and prove she was worthy of his attention.
She was a submissive whore now, wouldingly giving herself up to him for his pleasure.
Dumb bitch collar, camera, you fucking slut, who needs validation? Not Angela-the kink queen.
She accepted the demeaning punishment, knowing it would indicate her subservient status in Edgar's eyes. With her head hung low, she felt her heart race as she walked through the crowd, the collar digging into her skin.
Edgar sat on his throne, kitted out in his freshest leather armor, with Allison on one side and Emily on the other.
Angela was kneeling on the floor before him, her face flushed red with shame as she silently apologized for her behavior. Emily snickered and whispered to Allison, "Gods, I don't know how you can stand her. She's such a prude."
Allison chuckled in response, "Oh, she has her moments. Don't we all? But it's all about the power exchange, dear. It's not about who's bossy or not.
It's about who's willing to submit and who's not," she said, eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and admiration as Angela blushed and looked away. Edgar laughed, a satisfied look on his face. "Exactly, Allison. You get it. Now, Angela, don't you think you owe me an apology?"
Angela looked up at him, still keeping her head low. "I'm so sorry, Edgar. I shouldn't have disrespected you.
I am nothing but a dirty slut, and I'll do anything I can to make it up to you, master."
Edgar smirked, delighted by Angela's show of obedience. "Very well. But don't forget, I always have the final say in how you serve me. That's the only way to earn my forgiveness."
Angela nodded, her eyes still fixed on the floor. "Yes, master. I won't forget."
Edgar gestured to the camera operator in the corner of the room, who had been quietly filming the entire exchange.
"Don't forget to include this embarrassing moment in the video. I'm sure the men in her life will get a real kick out of seeing Angela as a mindless, apologetic whore."
Angela's face fell, her embarrassment increasing tenfold as the camera zoomed in on her flushed cheeks and trembling lips. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but she knew that wasn't an option. She belonged to Edgar now, and she had to do as he commanded.
Emily and Allison watched with glee as Angela, the once proud painter, humiliated herself for their entertainment.
Emily, of course, was ecstatic. Finally, she could one-up her friend in front of Edgar. She always thought of Angela as a stuck-up bitch, someone who thought she was above everyone else just because she could paint pretty pictures. But now, she was on her knees in front of Edgar, her tits out and ass up in the air. It was the perfect opportunity for Emily to pull out all the stops.
With the camera ever present and recording every moment, Angela's face twisted into even deeper humiliation as Emily stood before Edgar, now wearing nothing but a tiny, skimpy outfit that showed off her ample assets. Angela had to fight back the urge to roll her eyes. But Emily had gone all-out, literally, wearing a sequined miniskirt that barely covered her ass and a top that seemed to be made of nothing but strips of fabric barely holding it together.
Emily knew exactly what she was doing.
She strutted over to Edgar, giving him a coy smile as she licked her lips.
"Well, well, well," she purred, "what do we have here? A horny dragon lord looking for some company?"
Edgar couldn't help but laugh at Emily's forwardness. This girl truly had no shame.
"I suppose I am," he replied, leaning back in his throne.
"What do you have to offer me, my dear?"
Emily smiled wickedly and dropped to her knees, reaching up to unfasten Edgar's belt. "I have exactly what you need, my lord. I may be a slut, but I'm the best goddamn slut in this entire city." She drew out his thick cock and began to stroke it, smirking at Angela as she did so. Angela couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Emily, the bashful artist, was on her knees in front of Edgar, using her mouth and skills to pleasure him. It was a sight she never thought she'd witness. Angela knew she couldn't catch up anymore - she was losing the competition.
As Angela stood there, she felt Edgar's eyes on her. He was sitting on his throne, his eyes lingering on Angela's curves, appreciating her looks. Angela could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she fought to keep her composure.
She knew this was all part of Edgar's plan, but it was still humiliating beyond belief. As Emily's lips encircled Edgar's crown, she could hear Angela whimpering softly next to her, the embodiment of all her competitive insecurities.
"Filthy, mouthy slut," Edgar growled, spurring Emily on, and she began toservice him faster and harder. Angela's hands clenched into fists by her sides, nails digging into her palms as she tried to hold back her seething anger.
This whole situation was mortifying, but she refused to let Emily win.
Edgar's filthy maxim, Ang, baby, let me see those tits plopped out and suck my cock, please me, modo leaked from his grinning mouth, and Angela almost wanted to punch him right in the face. Instead, she leaned in close, whispering in a sultry voice despite the disgust rolling off of her in waves,
"Well, alright, Edgar.
But if I'm going to be your whore, you'll deserve every minute of it."
Angela glowered at Emily, who merely raised an eyebrow and giggled before turning her attention back to the captain. All the while, Edgar sat back in his throne, grinning with satisfaction, enjoying the spectacle unfolding.
"Oh, Emily, you slut," Angela growled, taking a step forward. "Damn you and your pathetic attempts to outdo me. Fine, if you want to play dirty, then I'll get dirty with you.
Angela snarled, as she stepped forward, closing the distance between her and the captain.
With a flick of her wrist, she revealed a set of handcuffs attached to her belt loop. "I'm guessing you'll be wanting these, won't you?" Angela smirked as she approached the captain, who looked shocked but amused at Angela's sudden change in demeanor.
"Well, well, well, look at you," Emily remarked, her voice laced with mockery. "Slutty little Angela finally growing some balls.
Or should I say tits?" Emily sneered, flipping her curly hair over her shoulder. "But seriously, Angela, I don't see why you're making such a fuss. What's wrong with a good old fashioned threesome?"
"A good old fashioned threesome, huh Emily?" Angela retorted, eyeing the pocket full of gold coins that Ray, the recently arrived captain, had been clutching protectively. "I suppose that would explain why I'm in this awkward situation in the first place."
Edgar chuckled from his throne.
"Well, if my kinks can help me gain some intel that will benefit the Dragonlance world, I say we make this threesome worth your while.
Ray, are you okay with this arrangement?" Edgar asked, his tone light and nonchalant. Angela watched as Emily smirked and shrugged at Ray, awaiting his answer.
"Yeah, I'm game," Ray replied, a bit nervous but agreeable nonetheless. Angela rolled her eyes at his response, knowing full well that he probably didn't have the slightest clue about the world he had just entered.