Chapter 23: Satisfy new kinks for Edgar
The marble walls of Edgar's throne room seemed to close in on Allison as she stood in front of him, her nerves jangling like a lion's mane. She had spent the night researching the weaknesses of Soth and the Draconians, using her powers of charm person, silent image, and disguise self to dig up every stray scrap of information available to her.
But now that the deed was done, she found herself nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof, her palms damp with perspiration and her heart fluttering wildly in her chest.
She tried to calm herself down with deep breaths, but it was no use. Her mind was a tempest of anxiety, and she struggled to keep her head above water.
Allison's gaze flicked over to Edgar, taking in his rugged features and piercing green eyes. She couldn't believe that she had been so desperate to win his attention that she had agreed to such a humiliating arrangement.
"Let me get this straight," she said, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke, "I have to beg you for your permission to...
to cum?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she spoke.
Edgar chuckled, a cruel glint in his eye. "Yes, that's right, my little slut. If you want to cum, you have to ask me for permission. And if you do it without my permission, then there will be consequences."
Allison's mind raced, trying to come up with a response. She didn't know what these consequences would be, but she knew they couldn't be good.
She felt a shiver of fear run down her spine as she imagined what kind of punishment a man like Edgar could have in store.
"Now, be a good little whore and ask me nicely." He sneered, a self-satisfied grin spreading across his face.
Allison steeled herself for the humiliation to come. "Please, master. May I have your permission to cum?" she asked, hating how pathetic she sounded.
He leaned back in his throne, letting his gaze travel up and down her body like a piece of meat.
He said first list and rate 1-10 4 men and women you would lose the most pride apologizing to for being a dumb slut.
Allison rolled her eyes at the request but complied, thinking through her exes and former crushes.
She named off four people, both men and women, each of whom had the power to make her feel small and pathetic if she apologized to them for being such a big stupid slut. Her first love, who she had betrayed for another man. She could practically hear the disgust in his voice as he called her a whore and a traitor.
2. The man she lost her virginity to, who had dumped her unceremoniously after a one-night stand. She could still hear him calling her weak and feeble.
3.
Her best friend from high school, who had caught her cheating with her boyfriend. She still remembered the hurt in her eyes and the contempt in her words.
4. Her most recent ex, who had dumped her for being too clingy and needy. She could still hear him calling her a psycho, a clinger, and a crazy ex-girlfriend.
As she listed them off, Allison felt a knot form in her stomach. She had never been one to apologize for her mistakes, but now she was forced to beg for forgiveness like a pathetic little bitch.
Edgar seemed to take joy in making her ask for his permission to cum, his smug smile never faltering. But Allison was determined to get what she wanted. She continued to plead and beg, tears streaming down her face as she desperately tried to make him see reason.
Finally, her efforts paid off. With a satisfied sneer, Edgar granted her request.
"You may cum, whore."
Allison's whole body shuddered and shook as she came hard, her juices streaming down her thighs. She moaned loudly, unable to contain her pleasure, but Edgar didn't seem to care.
The next day, Emily and Allison found themselves in a sex shop in Kalaman, browsing the aisles for toys to use in their nightly games with Edgar. They joked and giggled as they tried out different dildos and vibrators, but the tension between them was palpable.
Emily had always been competitive, and it was clear that she still resented Allison for some of her past transgressions.
"Oh, check this out!" Emily exclaimed, holding up a large, veiny dildo. "I bet this would make even your cunt clench in fear, slut."
Allison rolled her eyes but couldn't help feeling a little sting at the insult.
Emily always knew how to hit her where it hurt.
Allison walked over to the display of anal toys, her cheeks flushed from Emily's harsh words. She picked up a large, vibrating butt plug and turned to Emily with a sly grin. "Oh, I don't know Em, I think this will do just fine for my tight little ass."
Emily snorted and walked over to the lingerie section, shaking her head. "Whatever you say, slut.
I'm just here to help you further degrade yourself," Emily shot back with a smirk.
Allison scoffed, but couldn't deny the rush she got from their playful banter. She loved the thrill of pushing boundaries and shocking others with her brazenness. It was just who she was.
Allison found herself eyeing Emily with renewed determination. She knew that Emily had always seen her as weak, her own inferior in every way. She had always been scared to challenge her, and it had shown in her actions.
But tonight, she would break that cycle. She would prove to Emily, and to herself, that she was every bit as strong, if not stronger.
"Listen up, bitch," Allison shouted, slamming her fist on the table. Emily jumped, startled by the suddenness of Allison's outburst.
"What the fuck is your problem, slut?" she retorted, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes.
Allison grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, I just thought it was about time I showed you who the real queen bee is around here, whore."
Emily snorted. "You think you can take me on? I've been besting bitches like you my whole life."
Allison shrugged. "Maybe.
But I've watched you," Allison continued, standing toe-to-toe with Emily, jaw locked and eyes blazing. "I've watched you, and I know your weaknesses. I know how you compete, how you crave validation and approval, especially from men. You fuck any guy your friend likes, just to show that you can top them."
Emily scoffed, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. "Fuck off, bitch.
I don't need your approval or anyone else's." Emily retorted defiantly.
But Allison knew Emily's weaknesses all too well. She knew that Emily's need for validation often overpowered her better judgment, causing her to act out of desperation. And she intended to exploit that weakness to its fullest extent.
"You think so?
Can't wait to show 'em what the true queen bee looks like," Allison replied, her tone dripping with malice. Emily's defensiveness only fueled Allison's fire. She wanted nothing more than to destroy Emily's pride, to humiliate her and show her that she wasn't invincible.
"I'll show you," Allison growled, reaching out to grab Emily's neck with her slender fingers. "I'll ruin you, and I'll take everything you hold dear.
I'll expose your secrets, and your vulnerabilities, and I'll use them against you at every turn," Allison hissed, leaning in close to Emily's face, her fingers tightening around Emily's neck.
Emily's eyes widened with fear and anger as she struggled to break free from Allison's grasp. "You wouldn't dare, you filthy little slut!" Emily spat, her voice strained and hoarse.
But Allison didn't back down.
She tightened her grip, her smile growing wider as Emily's face contorted with pain. "I'll do more than dare," she whispered in Emily's ear, her voice dripping with venom. "I'll expose you for the pathetic, attention-starved whore that you are," she said, grinding her hips against Emily's.
Emily's struggled to break free grew weaker, her movements becoming more frantic and desperate. Her heart raced as she felt the walls closing in around her, the fear and anxiety taking over her every thought.