Chapter 22: Allison gets put in her place then uses magic to fuck over Jessica
Allison's mind was racing as she knelt on the cold stone floor of Edgar's throne room, her heart pounding in her chest. She had just been thoroughly fucked in front of the entire group of girls, and she could feel the heat rising to her face as she remembered the way they had all stared at her.
But even as she blushed and felt the shame wash over her, there was a fire in her eyes, a rebelliousness that refused to be put out.
She would not let these bitchy bitches win. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.
Allison stood up and faced Emily and the other girls, her fists clenched at her sides. She took a deep breath and sneered, "Fine! You wanna play dirty?
I'll play fucking dirty."
Allison's words hung heavy in the air, and Emily couldn't help but feel a flush of excitement at the challenge. She loved it when Allison got feisty. It was like watching a kitten turn into a tiger.
"Let's do this then, whore-bag." Emily shot back, a wicked smile spreading across her face.
The two of them squared off in the throne room, each daring the other to make the first move.
The room fell silent as everyone waited in anticipation.
Emily laughed, a wicked glint in her eyes. "You're so predictable, Allison. Always trying to boss everyone around and act like you're better than everyone else. But the truth is, you're just as much of a slut as the rest of us.
You'll bend over and spread your legs for any guy who gives you attention, just so you can feel validated. Pathetic, really." Emily's words were cruel but cut straight to the core of Allison's insecurities. She knew Emily was right, but she didn't want to admit it.
"You think you know me so well, huh? Fine, if that's how you want to play it, let me spill some more tea. I know that Allison secretly has a kink for degradation.
She pretends to be all high and mighty, but I've seen the way her eyes light up when she talks about getting rough with a guy. She's a submissive slut, through and through. I bet she likes it when Edgar chokes her during sex, or calls her a dirty little whore while he fucks her. And you know what? I'm not afraid to bring these things up in front of everyone, just to see the look on her face.
Emily let out a cackle as she delivered the final blow.
"Ohhhh, Allison, you're practically quivering with anger and embarrassment! It's so fucking cute! I bet Edgar would love to see you like this, all red-faced and exposed. He'd probably fuck you even harder, knowing how much you love getting humiliated."
Allison's hands clenched into fists at her sides, her fingernails biting into her palms. She refused to rise to Emily's bait, but it was taking every ounce of willpower she had.
Edgar looks at Allison and snaps his fingers and tells her to kneel.
She does as she is told, her plump tits jiggling as she settles onto the cold stone floor. He leans in close to her ear and whispers, "Show me what a good little slut you are, Allison." She gulps and nods while giving him a seductive smile.
He looks at Angela and Jessica and says to break this bitch Allison for him today. List and rank 6 things 1-10 that might be going too far with that psychologically.
Publicly shaming Allison's sexual past and making her feel like a dirty little whore (9/10)
2. Having Edgar cum all over her face in front of everyone, degrading her further (8/10)
3. Spitting on her tits and making her lick it up like a good little slut (7/10)
4. Forcing her to give a blowjob to one of the guards while they all watch (6/10)
5.
Having Angela and Jessica take turns fucking her in front of everyone, making her feel like a worthless slut (10/10)
Edgar says be willing to use exes against her today and anything they think is too far against Allison he will use against them if they don't break Allison today.
Allison clenches her teeth and nods in agreement.
The room fills with anticipation as the two women prepare for their battle of wit and sexual domination. Angela begins by licking the cream from her own breasts, her tongue tracing intricate patterns and leaving a glistening trail that trickles down to her navel. Emily follows suit, flicking her tongue to match, and the two women lock eyes, their gazes burning with determination and raw hunger.
Allison can feel the wetness between her legs growing, and she clenches her fists as she looks at the two women who she has always seen as her nemeses.
Angela and Emily were always such bitches to her, but today, she was not going to back down.
"Okay, you fucking whores!" Allison shouts, grabbing her own tits and squeezing them roughly. "You want to see what I've got? Fine, I'll show you!"
Her voice echoes in the throne room as she mounts the throne and spreads her legs wide, revealing her freshly shaven pussy to the entire group.
"That's right," she moans as she begins to touch herself.
"You all want a piece of this nasty little slut, don't you? You want to see how wet I can get, how hard I can cum. Well, here it is, you sick fucks. Watch me lose control and get off on your degenerate stares."
Angela and Emily exchange a glance, both taken aback by Allison's sudden brazenness. They had always seen her as the prim and proper one, the one who would never stoop to their level.
But today, Allison was going to show them what she was really made of.
"You want to break me, huh?" she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "Well, go ahead and try. But I'm not going down without a fight."
With that, she began to touch herself with abandon, her fingers deftly exploring every inch of her aching pussy. She moaned and writhed, totally lost in the moment as she put on a show for her captivated audience.
But Edgar wasn't having any of it.
He stood up from his throne, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "Hold on, my little sluts. It looks like I need to make an example out of one of you."
He looked down at the cowering form of Allison and crooked his finger. "Come here, slut."
Allison hesitated for a moment before reluctantly walking towards him. She was terrified of what Edgar might do to her, but at the same time, she was curious to see what kind of unholy torment he had in store for her.
As she stood before him, Edgar reached out and took her chin in his hand, forcefully turning her face up to meet his gaze. "You know what I like about you, Allison?"
She could barely breathe as she shook her head, her eyes wide with fear.
"Well, let me tell you, whore." He sneered at her. "I like that you're a dirty little slut who needs constant approval and validation from men.
It makes it so much more fun to break you and make you do things you never thought you would do. And I just love seeing that look on your face when you realize that you're nothing but a filthy whore, ready and willing to do anything for a little bit of attention. Now, let me show you what it really means to be a submissive slut,"
Edgar growled, gripping Allison's hair tightly and dragging her towards him.
She could feel his breath hot against her skin as he pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her ear.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, Allison. And I want the whole room to watch. I want them to see you quivering in pleasure as I take you, again and again, until you're nothing but a wet, used-up mess. And then, and only then, when I'm satisfied, will I consider letting you cum.
Get on your hands and knees, bitch, and suck me off." Edgar commandeered, his voice dripping with authority.
I reluctantly fell to my knees before him, my heart pounding in my chest as I took his thick cock into my mouth. I tried to resist, tried to maintain some semblance of dignity, but the truth was I couldn't. My body was betraying me, responding to his strong, dominant presence. My pussy was already dripping wet, my breaths coming in ragged gasps as I took him deeper and deeper.
Emily and Angela watched with rapt attention, their eyes glued to our mutual spectacle.
I could sense Allison's defiance radiating from her like a force field, but I knew I had the upper hand in this battle of wills. I was going to show her who was boss, and I was determined to break her spirit once and for all.
So, with a mischievous glint in my eye, I decided to take things to the next level.
"Enough foreplay, bitch," I barked, tearing off my own clothes with wild abandon. "Let's get down to business."
I could sense the shock and awe emanating from the rest of the girls as they watched in stunned silence, but I didn't care. I had a mission, and I was going to accomplish it no matter what.
You girls do most of the work breaking her before I paint her face with cum and she gets red eyes. List and rate 6 things that will mortify her when you bring this day up to her later.
1. Allison involuntarily gagging on Edgar's cock, trying to impress him (8/10)
2. Edgar calling her a "filthy little slut" during her facefuck (7/10)
3. Emily and Angela taking turns riding her, while the others watch, causing her to continuously lose count (6/10)
4. Her being double-teamed by Angela and I in front of the whole court, with me literally commanding her "slutty little hole" (8/10)
5.
One of the girls getting turned on by the show and joining in, causing a full-on foursome orgy (9/10)
6. Allison, debased and defeated, begging for more as she cums harder than she ever had before (10/10)
The room erupted in gasps and moans as Emily and I took turns riding Allison like a wild horse, our hands exploring every inch of her body. I could tell she was getting close to orgasm, her body trembling and writhing in pleasure beneath us.
I leaned down, my face inches away from hers, and whispered, "Now, slutty little whore, beg me for your release."
Allison writhed and moaned, her body convulsing as she came harder than she ever had before. She opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a breathless, "God... yes..."
I smirked and leaned back, my eyes meeting Emily's. We both knew we had won.
For days after the event at Edgar's castle, the girls could not stop talking about it.
The humiliation Allison had suffered at their hands was a topic of endless mockery, with Emily and Angela particularly enjoying recounting the details of her visual and verbal degradation.
Jessica, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for Allison. Despite her best efforts to maintain her icy exterior, she could see the hurt and humiliation in Allison's eyes, and it made her wonder if maybe she was too hard on her.
After all, the girl had just been fucked publicly and humiliated by Edgar in front of everyone. That had to hurt, right?
Poor Allison hadn't seen it coming. She looked like a tomato, her face beet red with embarrassment. I could feel my pussy throbbing with pleasure, watching her tremble beneath us like a limp rag doll. Emily and I exchanged satisfied looks, knowing we had gotten our revenge on Allison's prideful behavior.
But something was wrong. The mood in the room felt off, and all of Edgar's guards were avoiding eye contact with us. Suddenly, a guard dashed towards us, his face twisted in panic.
"Archmage Khellendros demands your immediate presence," he stammered, his eyes darting nervously between Edgar and the girls. "Apparently, he has received information that could help us in our fight against Soth and his draconians."
Edgar scowled, his usual smug grin slipping for just a moment. "Very well," he growled, quickly adjusting his robes and striding out of the room with a commandeering air.
We girls exchanged nervous glances, wondering what secrets lay hidden within his cloak.
Edgar escorted us to the archmage's chamber, an elaborate space filled with ancient scrolls and glowing crystals. Khellendros welcomed us with a warm smile and gestured for us to take a seat. He seemed like a harmless old man, but his magical prowess was legendary.
"You've brought the girls?" he asked Edgar, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"Yes, Your Grace," Edgar replied, towering over the archmage.
"Here they are, the chosen ones who will aid us in our battle against Soth and his draconians."
Khellendros peered at us, examining each of us with a critical eye. "Interesting," he muttered under his breath. "You've got quite the motley crew here, Edgar. But I suppose they will have to do."
"I take it you have some information for us then, Your Grace?" Edgar asked, folding his arms over his chest.
Khellendros nodded.
"Indeed, I do. One of my spies has discovered a crucial piece of information about Soth and his draconians."
He cleared his throat and continued, "It seems Soth is vulnerable to magic that manipulates his own desires and weaknesses. He is insatiably greedy and craves power above all else. If we can use spells that exploit this, we may be able to turn his own lust for power against him.
"Interesting," Edgar mused, stroking his chin.
"Clearly we need to test this information out and see if we can exploit it for our own gain. We cannot let these draconians continue to ravage and destroy Kalaman and beyond."
The girls exchanged glances, each feeling a deep sense of urgency and responsibility. They knew that they had been chosen specifically by Edgar to aid him in his quest, and they were determined to make the most of this opportunity.
"Well, Your Grace," Emily said, breaking the silence. "We are ready and willing to do whatever it takes to stop Soth and his draconians.
We are here to help and will do whatever you need of us, Your Grace," Emily said, a determined expression on her face.
Khellendros nodded, a look of respect in his eyes. "Excellent. I knew I could count on you, my dear. I have no doubt that with your help, we can finally put an end to Soth and his destruction."
He turned to Edgar and continued, "I suggest you work together and come up with a plan. I'll leave you to it.
I have some business to attend to," Khellendros announced, shooing us out of his chamber.
Edgar and the girls retreated to the throne room, shutting the door behind them with a resounding thud.
Emily turned to Edgar, her eyes flashing with determination. "We need to find a way to test this magical information against Soth. We can't waste any more time."
Allison nodded in agreement, her pride still stinging from her earlier defeat but her resolve unwavering. "I'm in.
I'll do whatever it takes to stop Soth and his draconians," Allison said, trying to swallow her pride and focus on the task at hand.
"Alright, Jessica, let's see what you can do. Emily, you try your best to resist her charms." He grins mischievously.
Jessica adopts a slithering, seductive posture as she gazes at Emily. "Oh, Emily my dear, I know exactly what you need... a good, hard fucking." She purrs, her eyes hungry.
Emily crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. "Bitch, you just met me.
You ain't gonna be shit-talking me like that," Allison snapped, narrowing her eyes.
Edgar chuckled at the sudden animosity brewing between the two girls and staffed his hands together. "Alright, that's enough. We've got work to do."
The girls all gathered around Edgar, their eyes locked onto him intently, waiting for his next move. He leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh, rubbing his temples.
"Alright, listen up," he began.
"We know that Soth is vulnerable to magic that exploits his greed and lust for power. Each of you possesses such magic. We need to figure out how best to use it against him."
An animated discussion broke out among the girls, their voices rising and falling as they traded ideas and strategies.
Allison spoke up, her voice bold and confident despite her earlier shame. "I think we should use a multi-pronged approach. We can combine our powers to make Soth's desires as overwhelming and chaotic as possible. Edgar says he is 5th lv and Allison is 2nd and Angela is 1st and we have nowhere near enough power.
We need to get me a magical lute and you all have to use your bodies to get me one.
I blushed red as the girls immediately started suggesting creative ways that they would bend over and offer up their holes to people to fetch me the magical lute I needed.
"God, I'm gonna need you all to hold onto something tight cuz I might pass out from all this debauchery," I laughed.
Emily volunteered to be the first one up to bat. She stood up tall with her jaw high and curled her blonde locks around her finger as she walked over to Tim, the head of the guard.
"Listen here, dirty boy, you're getting a free titty-fuck today if you help me out with somethin'."
Tim seemed taken aback by the proposition, but he couldn't help but be drawn in by the curvaceous redhead. "What do you need me to do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Allison grinned deviously, "I need you to go get me that new lute Edgar bought from the Spa for Haircuts.
They called it 'The Whore's Delight.' I kid you not," she shivered, "I've heard it can summon tits out of the void, and..."
"Alright, alright, I'll go get it," Tim stammered, red-faced with embarrassment. "I promise my tits will be so glad to see you later, sweet lady," he said, giving Allison a quick wink.
Meanwhile, Emily approached Dorian, a dark-haired lute player with piercing green eyes.
She leaned in close, her tits brushing against his chest. "Dorian, darling," she whispered seductively. "I've got a little task for you. I need you to go to the spa and get me something special - a magical lute, if you will. I'll make it worth your while." She winked, running her hand down his chest suggestively.
Dorian's face lit up with excitement.
"A magical lute, you say? Count me in! But what will I get in return, my sweet? You must offer me a taste of your succulent tits before I can be persuaded."
Emily smirked, pulling Dorian closer. "Well, darling, you smart little minx. I'll offer you all three holes, if you can retrieve that magical lute before everyone else does. Figure it's only fair to show a bit of appreciation, don't you think?"
Dorian tipped his hat, a sly grin spreading across his face.
"Well, then, I better hurry up and get on it!" He boasted and sauntered off in the direction of the spa.
Meanwhile, Jessica was doing her best to seduce Tim. She sat on his lap, slowly grinding her hips back and forth. "You know you want me, big boy," she whispered in his ear. "So why don't you go get me that lute like a good little solder?"
Tim was visibly sweating, his eyes wide as Jessica continued to grind on him. "Yes, ma'am," he choked out.
"I mean, of course, Jessica. I'll go get the lute right now."
Tim sprinted out of the room, and Jessica leaned back with a satisfied sigh. "Ah, that's what I like to see. A man who knows how to follow orders."
The room was filled with laughter and snickering at Tim's expense, but the game was on. It wasn't long before Tim returned, panting and clutching the magical lute.
Edgar looked it over, admiring the intricate carvings etched into the wood.
He chuckled to himself and turned to the girls. "Well, I'll be damned. It looks like you whores have earned me an enchanted lute."
The girls giggled, basking in Edgar's praise and the excitement of their success. Allison stood up, her face beaming with pride. "So, what's this lute made of, and what does it do exactly?"
Edgar strummed a few chords, and a warm, mesmerizing sound filled the room.