Chapter 25: Contracts
Kneeling before Edgar's throne, Allison signed her name on the parchment with a heavy heart, her fingers trembling as she recorded her literal selling of her soul. She was nothing but a whore, a cheap whore, and she would do anything for a few moments of an echo of Edgar's attention. Her temples throbbed as she thought about the disastrous events of the previous night, where she had bared her wet, swollen pussy for the entire court to see.
Allison closed her eyes, trying to will away the humiliation and slow the pounding in her chest.
She knew that the torment wouldn't end there. Not with Edgar around. He was the embodiment of arrogance and dominance, and she could feel his eyes on her like a fist to the back of her skull.
"There you are, my sweet little whore. I've been waiting for you." Edgar's voice cut through the air, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Now, little slut, you must reveal any crushes or sexual thoughts you have had about the new men you meet. Fail to do so, and you will suffer my wrath."
Allison groaned inwardly. She was starting to regret her Faustian bargain with Edgar. She couldn't believe she had sold her soul to this arrogant prick just for a chance to win his attention and affection.
But it was too late now. She was in deep and she knew it.
Her body trembled as she spoke, "I-I have thought about him, master. I wanted him to take me hard and rough, like you do. I pictured him spreading my legs and fucking me until I screamed."
"Very well," he replied, a cruel twist to his lips. "I will allow you this one. But know that when you fail again, the consequences will be much, much worse."
Allison swallowed hard, her hands shaking as she gripped the arms of the chair. "Forgive me, master.
I will not disappoint you again," Allison squeaked, her head bowed in submission.
"I know you won't, my little slut. After all, you're mine to do with as I please. Now, shall we move on to the next item on our agenda? Permission for each orgasm and their consequences for bratting," Edgar purred with an air of sinister intent.
A wave of unease washed over Allison's body.
She couldn't help but feel like she was being set up. But at this point, she didn't have much of a choice. She was in too deep and had to continue following Edgar's rules.
"Yes, my lord," Allison replied, her voice trembling slightly. "I understand the consequences for bratting and disobedience."
Edgar's grin grew even wider, as if he knew that Allison was secretly terrified inside. "Excellent, my little whore. Now, let's continue with our agenda.
Next up, we have the topic of clauses in the contract that will make the others lose face or pride." He picked up a scroll and began to read aloud. "Clause one: Any time one of us suggests a sexual act, the others must do it immediately, no questions asked."
Allison couldn't believe what she was hearing. She couldn't bring herself to do something like that. She opened her mouth to protest but Edgar raised a finger to silence her.
"And clause two," he continued, his voice like gravel, "Anytime she objects to a suggestion, she must perform a sex act of our choosing as punishment."
Allison's eyes widened as she realized the implications of Edgar's words, her mind racing as she tried to ignore the wetness pooling between her legs.
Without hesitation, the women quickly began to propose their own clauses, eager to shame and debase one another.
Emily, emboldened by her desire to top Allison and earn more of Edgar's approval, suggested that any time a woman had an orgasm, she would have to loudly announce it to the group. "Not only will this take away their pride, but it'll give me a little something extra to look forward to," she said with a smirk.
Next up was Angela, who suggested that any time a woman failed to satisfy one of the men in the group, she would have to don a special collar and leash as punishment.
"Nothing says 'dummy slut' like a collar and leash around her neck," she smirked, earning a round of applause from the others.
Jessica took a turn, her voice barely audible as she proposed that any time a woman said "no" to a sexual act suggested by the group, she would have to perform oral sex on each of the men present.
"Think of it as a little punishment for their disobedience," she whispered, her tone dripping with malice.
The room fell silent as Edgar regarded Jessica with approval. "Excellent suggestion, Jessica. You truly know how to break a woman's spirit." He chuckled, his eyes glinting with anticipation.
As the meeting continued, the clauses became more and more degrading, with a special emphasis on publicly humiliating the women in front of each other and the men in the room.
The women could only look on in horror as each new rule was added, realizing that their desires to be the top whore in Edgar's court had led them down a dark and twisted path.
Edgar's grin never left his face, reveling in their disgust and discomfort. He saw himself as a masterful puppeteer, pulling each woman's strings and watching as they danced for his amusement.
But little did he know, the game he was playing with these women would soon come back to bite him in the ass.
Jessica's next suggestion wasn't just degrading, it was downright cruel. "Anytime one of us doesn't respond to a command within ten seconds, she has to take off all her clothes and spend the rest of the day in the nude, with a bright pink 'Dummy Slut' sign hanging around her neck."
The room grew tense as Allison and Emily exchanged worried glances. They knew that this game had gone too far, but they were too afraid to speak up.
Edgar had the girls rate the 6 funniest ideas so far 1-10.
The list was as follows:
1. A girl has to take a selfie with a cumshot on her face and post it online (rated 8)
2. A girl has to lick a dick clean in public and act like it's a lollipop (rated 7.5)
3. A girl has to spend an entire day talking in nothing but rhymes and curses (rated 6)
4. A girl has to walk around with a buttplug shaped like a penis attached to her forehead (rated 5)
5.
A girl has to ask a stranger for a blowjob on camera (rated 9)
6. A girl has to perform a sex act on Edgar while wearing a nun outfit (rated 10).
The tension in the room was palpable as the women looked at each other, waiting to see who would be chosen to suffer the indignity of performing the funniest suggestion. Jessica's eyes flickered towards Allison and Emily, her calculating gaze not missing a beat.
Edgar said, list phrases to be written on you with minor illusion, rate 6 1-10.
The six phrases the women came up with were as follows:
1. "Slut for days" (rated 8)
2. "Bitch in heat" (rated 7)
3. "Dirty little whore" (rated 9)
4. "I love to deepthroat cock" (rated 6)
5. "I'm addicted to being used" (rated 10)
6.
"Fuck me, I'm a pathetic attention whore" (rated 11).
As the women continued to add more and more clauses to their Faustian bargain, Edgar couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. He had managed to create a group of desperate, horny, attention-seeking whores who would do anything for his affection. It was intoxicating.
"Very well," Edgar declared, his voice ringing with authority. "These clauses will be added to your contracts.
You will all be embarrassed and humiliated in the most creative and demeaning ways possible. And let me tell you, my little bitches, I take pleasure in every second of it." Edgar sneered, his eyes gleaming with amusement. The women around him shuddered, understanding the reality of their situation.
"What about consequences for saying I talk a good game but then can't deliver?" Emily asked, her voice dripping with anger.
"Oh, they'll be severe.
Trust me," Edgar confirmed, his grin growing wider. "Anytime someone questions my abilities or says I talk a good game but can't deliver, they'll be made to suffer the consequences of their own arrogance."
Allison felt a shiver of fear and excitement run down her spine as she imagined the possibilities. She knew that she was in deep with Edgar, but she couldn't deny the allure of his prowess and commanding presence. She was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.
"Good," Jessica said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
"Then let's get started, shall we?"
Edgar clapped his hands together, the sound echoing throughout the throne room. "Alright, my little whores, let's move on to the next item on the agenda. Permissions for each orgasm and their consequences for bratting."
The women looked at each other nervously, knowing what was coming next. They had all been warned about the consequences of disobedience and bratting, but none of them had truly understood the severity of their actions until now.
Angela looked at Edgar playfully and said, you talk a good game but Allison and you never really put me in my places about what a dumb bitch I am. @Dumb bitch collar @Queen bitch crown @Blindfold ."
Edgar couldn't help but smirk at Angela's request, which was a not-so-subtle reminder of her former disobedience. But Angela was determined to make up for her previous indiscretions, and she was willing to do anything to earn Edgar's favor (and avoid the consequences).
"You want me to treat you like a dumb bitch, do you?" Edgar asked, his tone dripping with amusement and sarcasm.
"Yes, master," Angela replied, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke.
"I deserve to be treated like a dumb bitch, and I'm willing to do whatever you say to prove it."
Edgar chuckled, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I think I can arrange that, my slutty little whore. I'll let you wear the dumb bitch collar and Queen bitch crown, if that's what you desire."
Angela's eyes widened with excitement, her breath hitched in her throat. "Yes! That's exactly what I want, master.
Allison lets talk. He takes her to his private quarters and smiles and asks her to list 5 ways to break Angela that are the most fun for you.
Allison suggests:
1. Make Angela wear a sign that says "Dumb Bitch" in big bold letters in public. (Rated 7)
2. Make Angela kneel at your feet and beg for your attention. (Rated 8)
3. Make Angela strip down naked and perform a strip tease for your entertainment. (Rated 9.5)
4. Make Angela give you a blowjob in front of the entire court. (Rated 10)
Thank you Allison, I appreciate you. Need anything?
Allison asked, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness.
Allison lets go on a date tonight, what's your most fun outfit?
Meanwhile, back in the throne room, the women got down to business, debating and arguing about the best ways to shame and embarrass each other. Jessica took charge, suggesting clauses that would require each woman to perform humiliating tasks, such as giving a stranger a blowjob or asking for a blowjob in public. Angela countered with suggestions for added punishments, like making the offending woman kneel and lick the floors or forcing her to wear a sign stating "I am a dirty slut."
Edgar watched as the women tossed out ideas, his smirk growing wider with each new suggestion.
Edgar asks them to list and rate 4 things they would tell their friends about that would make them the most uncomfortable.
The four items the women list are:
1. The fact that they now have to ask Edgar's permission for every orgasm, and face consequences if they don't (Rated 9.5 out of 10)
2. They must now reveal any crushes or sexual thoughts they have on new men, and allow the others to decide if they can pursue them (Rated 7 out of 10)
3.
They have to submit to being called a 'dumb bitch' or a 'whore' in front of others, depending on the queen bitch crown holder (Rated 8.5 out of 10)
4. They must now agree to have Edgar record and share footage of them performing sexual acts as part of his entertainment production (Rated 10 out of 10)
Jessica speaks up, "Hey, why is it always us who have to be humiliated?
rate 5 people you would like to see it happen to.
Ranked 1-5, with 1 being the most humiliating and 5 being the least. Jessica's eyes scanned the room, pausing for a moment on Edgar's impish grin. The idea of him watching made her dampen her knickers, but she hid it well behind her usual composed façade.
1. Emily, of course. So eager, yet so dumb. I could give her a list of these things and she'd happily agree to it all without a second thought.
2. Allison.
Our sweet, foolish Allison. With her cute blush and impressive blowjob skills, she'd be the perfect little slut for humiliating, and she already has a thing for me.
3. That new guy, the one I caught spying on us at the sex shop. I'm sure he'd get a kick out of watching Angela beg for our cocks and lick the floors clean.
4. That bitch from the spa who laughed at me when I stumbled in with my hair in a mess.
She could use a lesson in obedience.
And last but not least, the bartender from the local joint who always looks at me like I'm nothing more than a piece of meat for the taking. I'd love to see him suffer through one of our embarrassing humiliations.
Edga@r chuckled and nodded, "Alright, those are some good choices, Jessica. I'll consider it. Now, I think it's time for some practical applications of these clauses."
He stood up and addressed the group, "Alright, ladies.
It's time for us to put these clauses to the test.
I want you all to go out there and start teasing men. Create lots of awkward cringe moments throwing yourself at guys. You will need specific permission to fuck any.
But make sure every orgasm is approved by me and that you're following all of the terms in your contracts."
With a wink, he added, "And don't forget to send me the footage of your exploits. I need material for my next entertainment production."
The women exchanged nervous glances, realizing that they were now at the mercy of Edgar's twisted imagination.
They had signed their contracts willingly, but the consequences were proving to be more than they had bargained for.
"Now, Angela," Edgar said, turning his attention to the brunette. "You have been a naughty girl, and you have yet to be properly punished for your disobedience."
Angela shivered at his words, looking up at him with a mix of fear and excitement. Her heart raced as she remembered the collar and crown that were still in her room.
The thought of wearing them around her neck and crown her as the queen bitch, made her squirm with an odd mixture of fear and sudden arousal. She knew what it meant, being named as the queen bitch, it meant dominance, power, and a sense of belonging in Edgar's harem. But it also meant that she would have to call the other women bitches and sluts whenever they misbehaved.
"Alright, Angela," Edgar's voice sounded, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Since you're the queen bitch today, it's your duty to call out the others for their disobedience."
Angela's heart skipped a beat as she looked around the room, her eyes settling on the girls who had proposed the most degrading clauses. "Emily and Jessica," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "You both have been very naughty, especially with the blowjob clauses.
As your queen bitch, I demand that you both drop to your knees and service my men right now. This is your punishment for bratting," Angela said, with a smug grin.
Emily's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't try to fight it. She kneeled down immediately and began to unzip the pants of the man standing closest to her. Jessica followed suit, letting out a sigh as she began to pleasure another man.
Edgar watched with a proud smile, taking pleasure in the control he had over these women.
While he enjoyed his power, he couldn't help but admire the brazenness of his harem. Angela's sharp tongue was a force to be reckoned with, never shying away from dominating the other women. Emily, on the other hand, was always willing to play along, no matter how filthy and humiliating the suggestions got. Allison's charm and wit brought levity to the group, keeping everyone entertained while ensuring the execution of Edward's twisted desires.
Jessica, however, proved to be the wildcard of the group.
While she happily took part in the degrading acts, she always had one eye on her competition. Her every move was calculated, her sexual conquests and public embarrassments carefully planned for maximum impact.
"Fuck, yes! That's right, whore! Take that big dick like a good little slut," she yelled as Angela bent over, her big tits practically spilling out of her corset as she got railed from behind by one of Edgar's studs.
Angela winced at the words, but Jessica didn't relent.
She continued to dominate the conversation, listing 5 more ways to embarrass and humiliate Angela, each one more cringe-worthy and embarrassing than the last. Emily and Allison exchanged worried glances. They knew that this was getting out of hand and that things were going to spiral out of control at any moment. They needed to do something before things got even worse.
Edgar watched Jessica's tirade with a mix of excitement and amusement, his own mind churning with wicked and twisted thoughts.
He couldn't help but admire her ability to effortlessly cross boundaries and debase her fellow sisters.
"Agreed, my queen," Emily said, as she wiped the pearls of cum from her chin with a smirk. She loved playing the role of the dutiful mistress, especially when it came to fawning over Edgar and humiliating the competition. "And Emma, you're not off the hook either.
Your clause about the cumshot selfie... I'm gonna need to see that in action," Edgar said with a sinister chuckle, showing off his teeth as he spoke.
Emma gulped, feeling a chill run down her spine. She wondered if this was a message she was meant to ignore, or if she would have to follow through with the repugnant task. She bit her lip, trying to hold in a sigh.
"Damn, girl.