Chapter 5: Edgar lays out the ground rules
Edgar's tower, located in the prominent part of Kalaman, overlooked the bustling harbor below. The tower's graceful turrets soared high into the sky, forming a stark contrast against the open expanse of blue that stretched beyond the city limits.
Allison and Angela found themselves in the grand hall, admiring the tapestries that adorned the walls, each one proudly displaying the history of Kalaman. Their eyes were drawn to the ornate throne at the far end of the hall, occupied by Edgar.
His dominance was palpable, his mere presence managing to send goosebumps down their spines as they both shivered in awe-stricken desire.
Edgar smirked, his eyes flicking between the two girls. "Intriguing. Both of you are eager for my attention and approval. It seems the obvious question then, is who among you two can deliver the most thrilling experience at Kalaman's docks?"
His words bounced around the grand hall, echoing and adding a layer of mystery to the already charged atmosphere.
Angela clenched her fists, a feral glint gleaming in her eyes as she stepped forward, "I will do anything to earn your respect and trust, Master. I will fuck, degrade, and humiliate myself and anyone else you desire in the pursuit of that honor. I am your loyal servant and seek only your approval."
Edgar chuckled softly, the warm resonance of his laughter raining down on her like a loving embrace. "I am fully aware of your talent for serving and your insatiable hunger for power. It's a good start, but I am not sure you are as good as Allison at putting bitches in their place and running a mission. List and rate 6 ways to put a new girl in their place and satisfy me.
"1. Public humiliation - A frisky 9 out of 10."
"2. Shame rituals - Another sold 8 out of 10."
"3. Making them earn their keep - This one's hitting my sweet spot, a 10 out of 10."
"4. Community shaming through gossip - A lethal mix of mischief and cruelty, another 9."
"5.
Tug-of-war-style submission games with other girls. That's a 7, but I might bump it up depending on the girls in question.
"6. Making an example of a submissive to terrify future ones—an enthusiastic 9 out of 10."
Allison glanced at Angela, her brown eyes radiating pride.
"Well played, my dear. Each technique you've shared rates highly, but I must admit, turning a new girl into your personal plaything to be passed around as a gift to me and other generous colleagues is my absolute favorite."
"Edgar raised an eyebrow as he mused, "Interesting. Your devious mind never ceases to amaze me, Allison. I think I might have found the ideal candidate for our desperate little experiment."With a suggestive smirk, Angela crossed her arms and raised a challenging brow.
"Ah, yes, the good old game of passing the whore around. I've been waiting for that one, Edgar. Hit me with it." Allison rate and rank 5 candidates for passing the whore around, include you and Angela on the list.
Rank them and rate them in order of satisfaction for you and I, sex wise and their performance in servicing us.", Allison gazed at Edgar with a playful glint in her eyes, "I'll admit I am no Savina, the seductress, but here lies my selection of who I believe will give you the most satisfaction." Allison's voice dripped with wit and sarcasm, "First, Angela, You Crown Jewel. I've seen you put a girl in her place like nobody's business.
When it comes to sheer seduction and sin, there is Angela, 10 out of 10. She has the most alluring body, and she knows how to use those bouncing tits to her advantage.
She and I are like 10 and 9. The others, well…" Allison grinned slyly.
"Coming in at a respectable 8, there's the naughty maid with a body to die for – her flirtatious teases and sneaky moves prove quite the aphrodisiac.
Next, at a 7, is the quirky and adventurous baker who's got an appetite for fucking that leaves me in awe.
She can sure suck a mean cock, and her creamy pies are made with real cream."
Edgar raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "Go on, who else do you recommend?"
"At number six, the mysterious barmaid, a whiskey-drinking vixen who's not afraid to ride a big dick. Although her personality can be a bit bitter at times just like the fine drinks she serves."
Allison who is the naughty maid?
Oh, honey, I'm glad you asked because that bitch deserves a special mention," Allison chuckled, leaning on Angela with a winking eye. "She's the one who ain't afraid to bend over, take charge, and show us all who's boss. Those firm tits of hers can take a pounding from even the roughest cocks, and I swear, she's got the magic touch down there!" Angela rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at Allison's improvised mermaid ditty. Allison I need the maid's name.
Don't stall any longer, give me a name."
A cunning grin spread across Allison's face before she responded, "It's Mary, and I promise she tastes like sin and honey, a perfect blend of cock-pleasing naughty and delightful sweetness that is bound to make any man - or woman - submit to her charm with just a few winks and tugs of this and that. Angela, list 5 and rate boundries we should cross with Mary, things even you might shudder at.
Edgar chuckled and leaned back in his throne, beckoning to Angela. "I appreciate your candor and eagerness to challenge yourself, submissive one.
Allison now you list 6, rank and rate.
And keep in mind, I'm a dirty fucking bastard who wants to hear all the delicious details – and Angela, you're not exempt from pitching in, too. Edgar was eager to make this next selection an unforgettable experience. "All right, submissives, I want you to rate and rank the six ways to dominate a new girl, one through six," Edgar growled with his signature lustful allure.
Edgar, as you know, being the wise and experienced dom that I am, I rate and rank them as follows:
1.
Forcing a bitch to kneel at our feet and address us as masters and mistresses alike is a satisfying first step, rating as a 7 out of 10 in my book. Angela?
"Oh, yeah, I give that a solid 8. Seeing her beg with those pouty lips while she's naked - total turn-on." Making her stand and watch as we engage in intimate acts would rate as a 6 out of 10 for me,'' Allison affirmed.
"But the real fun begins when we make her work for it, Angela. You like controlling their bodies, right? So let's see some creative, degrading tasks, ranked 6.
But first, you." Edgar gestured to Angela with a suggestive smirk, "Time for your suggestions."
Angela sashayed toward Edgar and whispered in his ear before walking back to Allison, "Now, darling, I haven't had a real good fist-fuck in a while.
I reckon our new girl can learn from the best in the art of self-degradation and intimate bondage."
Now I have healing spells and a suggestion spell. One of the two of you will have a turn at being the bitch we both use and one will be the second in command for the next hour. Each of you rate and rank 2 reasons you are the best for each role, and I have detect thoughts up so if I detect any lies, even of omision then you will be in trouble.
Allison winced momentarily at the thought of Edgar plunging his thoughts into her mind. She cleared her throat and tried to think about anything but hot, sweaty sex and being dominated by powerful men and women. Edgar, I'm great for being your bitch because I have a stunning, gorgeous body and my tongue techniques are second to none. I can suck, lick, and tease your cock like no other (10 out of 10).
Now, Edgar, I understand you're looking for the perfect second in command as well. I'd like to remind you that I'm level-headed, trustworthy, and I can bring out the best in others (9 out of 10). I might not have the most killer tits or the slinkiest body (a modest 6 out of 10), but damn, can I ever turn a girl around and make her sing a new tune."
Edgar smirked, rubbing his chin as he listened to Allison.
Angela, your turn.
State two reasons why you make for the best second in command and two reasons why you're perfect as my insatiable bitch."
Angela pursed her lips, her blue eyes sparkling with desire. "Okay, Edgar, I may not be as skilled in magic as Allison, but I'm smart, cunning, and I know how to manipulate anyone - friends and foes alike. And when it comes to being your dirty whore? I couldn't ask for a better, filthier Master.
I will bend over and take all your fucks and abuse for the sheer pleasure of satisfying your cock-driven whims (10 out of10)," Angela purred, causing Edgar's eyes to darken with anticipation.
Edgar leaned back in his throne, holding court over these two eager, obedient subjects. "Very well. I have made my decisions, and you have both pleasantly surprised me with your creativity and determination to please me.
Allison, you will be my second in command, as I know there is something devilishly dark and wild lurking beneath that sweet, little artist façade of yours.
Your ability to weave such naughty delights in the minds of others is a fine asset, and I desire your talents to lead the mission to acquire valuable information on ships and their merchants at Kalaman's dockyards.
You shall, of course, have an opportunity to serve me intimately afterward. Now you will help me push Angela to her limits, she will have semen in her hair and maybe face when she goes out. Remember, your appointment is temporary and based on performance.
I expect nothing less than absolute loyalty."Edgar's voice boomed and echoed through the ornate hall, causing Angela to shiver, goosebumps breaking out across her skin.
Allison clapped her hands together with delight, her bright eyes shining with excitement. "Ah, magical leadership and the prospect of degrading my best friend, you really know how to treat a girl, Edgar." She chuckled and continued, "Now, Angela, darling, we must prepare you for your tasks as my devoted minion and personal plaything. Edgar spat in Angela's face and @Slutty storyteller collar @Blindfold told her to satisfy him.
"I'm a stupid fucking whore. You own me. I follow orders because I am a dumb slut who doesn't know what's best for me. I'll even throw it back at you, Edgar, 'You big tit, dark-haired Queen bitch, who can tease when drunk and cut lines with ease.' I'll let that silent busty whore lick my ass while you fuck her asshole-to-mouth. You can top me until I've bled for you."
Angela trembled, tears streaming down her cheeks.
The sharp sting of degradation mixed with the sweet promise of satisfaction burned within her. It was demeaning, yet it excited something deep inside; a thirst to please.
Angela, list your 5 greatest vulnerabilities and rate and rank them. I can detect your thoughts and it will help me craft my suggestion spell.
Angela sighed and took a deep breath, her eyes welling up with tears again before deciding she had nothing left to lose. "All right, Edgar, I will lay bare my soul for you. Here are the 5 greatest vulnerabilities that could bring me to my knees and maybe even make me scream."
1. Angela was a people pleaser, and just the thought of disappointing someone in her life that mattered (her parents, friends, or you) would send a cold spiral of anxiety down her spine.
She rated this vulnerability a 9 out of 10.
Next was her fear of snakes, making her shudder and even cringe at the thought. While she acknowledged this was an irrational fear, the mere mention of reptiles or their legless kin would trigger it. She rated her snake phobia an 8 out of 10.
3. Angela had deep-rooted insecurities about her self-worth, which made her vulnerable to harsh criticism and self-doubt. She would often go to great lengths to prove herself, even at the expense of her own well-being, and rated this as a 7 out of 10.
4. With her obsession of seeking validation and approval, Angela would be vulnerable if she felt unappreciated, letting the silence and distance of rejection truly cut deep into her very being. This vulnerability was 9 out of 10.
5.
Angela's pride was an Achilles' heel, vulnerable to being crushed under the heavy weight of humiliation and ridicule. If she were exposed as weak or inferior in any way, it could prompt an emotional breakdown. (Rated 9 out of 10).
"Alright, Angela. Let's get started. Do you still enjoy the taste of my cock on your lips, my filthy little whore?" Edgar teased, curiosity spreading across Angela's features.
"Yeah, I fucking do," Angela spit back, her eyes glistening with excitement. "I crave it. That tangy reminder of your power is like a fucking aphrodisiac."
Edgar told Angela to tell him about a different guy who fucked her every 5 sucks.
"Well, there was this one time," Angela swallowed hard, recalling her sexual encounters, "when I deep-throated Kyle in the back alley behind the tavern. It was just after you told me to degrade myself with any guy I wanted, so I really wanted to prove myself.
Every suck on that seven-inch bastard's cock reminded me of you."
She giggled nervously, and Edgar's eyes gleamed with pleasure. "And what about the pirate with the wooden leg?" he asked slyly.
"Oh, fuck yes.
He was sooo rough and demanding, like you love to be sometimes, Edgar. The way he grabbed my hair and used me like I was some cheap whore on the street? Christ, I cum just thinking about it." Angela's cheeks flushed as she took Edgar deeper into her mouth, sucking him off with the same hunger she described in her sordid tale of buccaneer lust.
Edgar's thick cock pulsed between Angela's lips as he watched his second-in-command pleasure him. "Very good, Angela.
I can feel my power resonating in your feeble, slutty mind," Edgar sneered, a smug grin spreading across his face as he plunged further into her thoughts.
Edgar's fingers wandered through Angela's dark tresses as she deftly worshipped his mighty cock. Allison looked on, her eyes glittering with voyeuristic delight.
Angela list and rate the 6 funniest reasons your fucked or sucked off a guy. Five sucks then a story bitch.
Spill it, tell me everything, I want to hear all the disgusting details. Tell me what happened in the shipyard . Angela, a proud, bashful, short-statured artist, delivered her filthy, juicy tales in a flow of tasty verbiage, like caramel sliding down the tongue. "Remember, you are the best cocksucker. Don't forget it," Edgar commanded, nudging Angie's head toward his swollen, throbbing cock buried deep in her willing throat.
"What happened at the docks, and with whom?
Don't forget to rate each in order of your satisfaction and deviance, Angela – spit it out for your King," Edgar roared, his eyes locked with Angela's as she continued to worship his cock, her mouth salivating in submission.
Angela, her eyes wide with fear and exhilaration, began to recount her tales. "First off, I attacked a burly sailor named Boris.
Allison@Big tits hissy fits collar and Slutty storyteller collar Blindfold He was a damn brutal guy, but I was desperate to prove myself. Ten out of 10 for his oversized tool and my sheer determination." She then trailed off, lost in the memories.
"I seduced a priest behind the bakery. He was a righteous man, but I fucking took advantage of his weakness. I would say it was an innocent 6 out of 10. He never saw me again, a virgin no more." Angela continued, her heart pounding with every confession.
"I once sucked off the city guard in an abandoned warehouse, a 7 out of 10. The thrill made my pussy so wet, and the danger of getting caught had me tingling all over.
He was in uniform, so every thrust of his hips made my body tremble with excitement as I imagined what would happen if we were caught."
Edgar's hand clenched and unclenched over Angela's head as her stories fed his darkest desires. "And then there was the time you fucked the captain of the guard in his private chambers.
You've mentioned it before, but the details were scant. So tell me everything," Edgar grinned like a wolf in heat, hungry for every sinful morsel of Angela's promiscuous endeavors.
Angela blushed deeply, her cheeks resembling a pair of ripe apples bobbing in the breeze, looking at Allison who gave her a nod of encouragement, smirking at the memory of her erotic escapade.
"Alright, you asked for it," Angela moaned, eager to share her experiences.
"I squeezed into that tight black miniskirt I knew the captain couldn't resist and wore my sluttiest top. Blindfold 75 percent of the time. I did the walk of shame right through his fortress, knowing every pair of male eyes followed me until they landed on my bouncing tits, like a couple of ripe peaches ready to be plucked." Angela's hands subconsciously moved to her breasts, cupping them and squeezing as if she was back in the moment.
"When I entered his room, he was wearing his captain's uniform, a real turn-on." She leaned forward and rubbed her cheek against Edgar's growing erection. "His eyes raked over me, and the air turned thick with lust. I dropped to my knees and unlaced his pants as if I was unwrapping a gift." Edgar's breath hitched as Angela savored every moment of the memory.
"I pulled out his hard, thick cock," she whispered, her words dripping with salacious delight. Angela, you dumb bitch get on your knees and apologize while Allision pulls your hair.
Without hesitation, Angela obeyed the command, her dark locks shimmering in the dim light as Edgar's second-in-command, Allision, towered over her. Edgar's twisted smile widened, sensing that his depravity was a contagious infection spreading through his tiny kingdom.
"Apologize," Edgar demanded coldly, not removing his gaze from Allison's firm, voluptuous tits.
Angela dropped to her knees once more, this time clasping her hands with genuine remorse.
"I'm sorry, Mistress, Ma'am, Mistress," Angela stuttered, her voice filled with desperation. "I know I spoke out of line, and promise it won't happen again."
Allison chuckled, revealing a perfectly-manicured set of pearly white teeth. "Relax, sweet student. We all lose our cool sometimes." Allison continued, running her delicate fingers through Angela's disheveled hair and yanked her head upright.
Angela you will apologize to me wearing the same outfit you fucked him in. This will be filmed. She reacts.
Angela, you will apologize to me while you're parading around next to me wearing the same outfit you fucked him in as I film it with my magical aura of truth-telling. This, I admit, is partially malicious satisfaction. Edgar's voice was cold, but the grin never left his face.
Allison scanned Angela's outfit. Her smeared makeup, her skirt ridden up high with her ass cheeks peaking out of it, and her tits straining to burst free from her tight top. Allison let out a snort of laughter. Edgar tells her to bring me a bitch to do things even you don't want to do. List 5 prospects.
Allison rates and ranks each based on suitability for our mission and debasement, focusing on their potential for manipulation and embarrassment. I need you to bring me 2 of them, Edgar commanded, pulling his robe tighter around himself as Allison and Angela looked at each other, nervous excitement flashing across their faces.
Allison wasted no time as she cleared her throat, listing potential candidates:
1.
A young and naïve bar maiden named Lily, a bubbly blonde with bright blue eyes who would crumble with little effort - an easy 8 out of 10.
2. A scarred mercenary named Zara, her gaze sharp and unrelenting, yet her need for acceptance would make her a worthwhile target - a 6 out of 10 initially, with the potential to drop lower. A wealthy merchant's daughter, Victoria, who may believe her money can shield her from degradation.
But the truth is she's aching for rough and dirty playtime, subconsciously wanting to embrace her true desires - 7 out of 10.
A poised, cold council member with secrets so dark they'd destroy her. She will bring spice into the group (8.5/10).
An incompetent noblewoman who's more interested in pretty dresses than ruling her people (5/10).
And finally, there's the allure of the mysterious sorceress, a rare talent teeming with hidden powers. She'll test your skills as a dom and willingly submit only by pushing her sexual boundaries (9/10).
Now come on, girl," Edgar nodded to Allison, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Go fetch those delicious morsels for me. Angela, I want you to watch, learn, and prepare yourself for your next task: infiltrating the merchant district."
Edgar smirked. "You know what to do.
Bring me the bitch from the bar and one of us breaks her. Remember we have healing.
Boundaries are important. And also, if by some miracle they break through either of your defenses and escape or harm you, I can easily call for more guards with the summoning whistle. They'll be like rabid dogs in a butcher's shop. Angela, you also have charm person. So try to befriend these prospects. It will make your job for the mission much easier, and you never know what secrets they might be willing to divulge.
Allison arrived back at the tower with the bar maiden, Lily, and the sorceress.
Angela you need to perform for the camera for a minute wearing the outfit you fucked him and and tell me I can top it any time I want.
Angela hesitated, comyicating her apprehension and uncertainty, her blushing cheeks deepening in color.
"Please Edgar?" she voiced hesitantly, her body shaking like a leaf against the wind.
"Get on your knees and do as I command."
A quiver ran through Angela's body as she obeyed, feeling rejected and unnecessary. However, she managed to muster a small dollop of pride, allowing her to pretend to not care. Edgar fucked her hard and she came six times. It felt amazing.
"No one's ever going to top this," Angela whispered as Edgar fucked her harder and harder. She was completely drenched in sweat, and her moans melded with the filthy jokes, laughter, and obscene talk of her exploits and humiliations.
The orgasmic tidal wave overwhelmed her, and Angela convulsed as Edgar continued to thrust inside her. The room seemed to shake as shudder after shudder rocked her world.
Edgar asked her to rate and rank her emotions as he shot all over her face.
"Nine for arousal, one for self-respect. This is so dirty, but it's what I want," Angela admitted, completely spent.
"Five inadequacy, and five amazement at what you pulled out of me." Edgar chuckled, wiping the sweat from his brow.
And finally, a one for wanting this to end and a 10 for knowing this was just the beginning. Angela's face contorted into a helpless grin, knowing she was 100% along for this filthy ride.
List and rate 6 reasons you said one for self respect.
Don't lie. Fear of rejection, 9 out of 10, who the fuck wants to be rejected? It's worse than getting trolled on the internet. Fear of pain, 6 out of 10, I mean, I'm not exactly a damsel in distress, but a good spanking from time to time can make me see stars. Fear of losing status, 8 out of 10, my popularity is my valued currency, and being taken down a notch or two is shit-scary.
Fear of being judged, 7 out of 10, I mean, the last thing I need is a fucked up label permanently slapped on me.
But as Angela's toes curled, Edgar whispered softly into her ear: "Don't forget how empowering this naughty dance feels.
Edgar snaps fingers. Angela gets in position and reacts.
Angela apologizes in advance and conceds she needs to apolgize to a guy who used her before to entertain Edgar.
She is to wear the same outfit. A wicked smile dances across Edgar's lips as he sees Angela squirm under his gaze, the sting of her shame evident with each blush and tremor.
"Always so ready to follow orders, I like that in my whores," Edgar snickered, running a hand through his medium length hair.
"Now, Angela, put your tight body and perky tits back in that outfit and prepare yourself to say sorry. This will not be easy for you, but it delights me to see you squirm."
Edgar's eyes twinkled mischievously, and it was obvious that this whole thing turned him on more with each passing moment.
Angela's nerves coiled like a snake, as if sensing impending doom. This time the shame was far more intense, as she already knew the humiliation that awaited.
But Angela understood only too well that the price of her degradation was her pleasure.
Summoning up the courage, she said through gritted teeth, "Yes, I'll do it."
Angela clumsily dressed herself, the way a child would to play dress-up. And she knew, deep inside, she'd do just about anything for Edgar.
He knows exactly how to bring out the best in his girls, including Allison and me, she thought.
Now Angela would make her apology in front of the camera, an audience for her shame.
Edgar knew she despised making a fool of herself in public, making it a uniquely cruel form of torture for his pet. "Come on, Angela, kneel before the camera's cold gaze like a good little whore," Edgar ordered, unable to contain his wicked grin.
Angela, slowly descending to her knees, stared at the ground with humiliation painting her every feature—her lips pursed, her skin pallid, and patches of redness dotting her cheeks.
She felt like a dumb slut as she whispered in almost inaudible apologies.
Watching Angela's pitiful degradation, Edgar couldn't help but indulge in his cruel amusement: "Make sure you sound very sincere when you apologize! Put your sluttish charm into every word!"
"I'm a fucking idiot," Angela muttered under her breath, but Edgar caught it.
The wicked grin on his face grew wider as he slammed the heavy wooden door behind her. Her mind raced with fear. He could do anything to her here, and she'd have no choice but to submit. It seemed they could only truly connect through humiliation, and Angela resolved to accept this fate as she looked her master in the eye.
Edgar stood tall and proud, a cruel sneer playing at the corners of his lips. Angela wondered if all those nights she'd spent secretly craving him, even while being used by others, were just a setup for this twisted turn of events.
She forced herself to look past the shame burning down her cheeks, right into Edgar's eyes.
"All right, you fucking asshole. You win," Angela spit back, her words slithering through clenched teeth. The corners of her lips tugged upward in a mocking smirk that betrayed her defiance.
The audible crackle of a magical force filled the room, threatening and oppressive as an entire army, sealing both their fates.
Yet, Angela, bound and kneeling, felt her pulse quicken with excitement.
"Welcome back to our filthy little group, Angela," Edgar purred closely behind her, his fingers tracing a wickedly satisfying pattern along her trembling side. A toothy smile flickered across Angela's face. "You missed our last session."
Angela's head swayed closely to Edgar's lewd, grime-covered fingers. "I hope you saved enough of my precious cum for me, Whore," He sneered, his low voice reverberating with each word.
Angela list 5 2 word phrases that should be written on you with prestidigiation when you apologize to a former fuck. Rate them.
Angela hesitated, but then she whispered, "Dirty bitch, sloppy whore, insatiable slut, used-up cum-dump, and disgusting pig."
Edgar couldn't hold back his laughter. "Good girl, Angela! See? I knew you had it in you."
He snapped his fingers and the magical ink disappeared without a trace. Angela felt her heart pounding in her chest with a mixture of fear and arousal. What was about to happen?
Edgar pulled a leather strap from his pocket and approached Angela, who trembled before him.
"Angela, my love, I'm going to remind you of your place once again."
"Whore," she whispered under her breath. The word slithered through her lips as she looked at Edgar with the complex mix of fear, shame, and excitement she always felt when she was with him.
Edgar cracked the strap against his knee. "Beg me to use you, Angela." His voice was dark and menacing, the perfect complement to the wicked glint in his eyes.
With another quick glance at him, Angela felt her resolve shatter.
"Please, use me as your whore, Edgar," Angela whimpered, her voice wavering. She knew he could hear her desperate plea, and she understood that her submission was the one thing that kept her entangled in his sinful web.
Edgar traced the strap over Angela's quivering shoulders. "Very good, my sweet little whore."
A mischievous smirk spread across his face. "But to prove your devotion, you will apologize to a former fuck buddy of yours, Roger.
Write 'Sloppy Slut Roger,' in permanent marker, across your left breast," Edgar scrawled instructions in his best commander-like voice.
A shiver ran down Angela's spine as she remembered ragged nights with Roger, whom she both despised and desired. The proportions of the two emotions were undoubtedly unbalanced, yet the tension between her loathing for the bastard and her secret longing for his thick, cocky appendage served to keep the game interesting.
Angela slowly looked up at Edgar, her lip quivering almost imperceptibly. The crack in her facade provided Edgar with all the ammunition he needed.
"Nine for anger, three for that little spark of greed poking behind the scenes. Looks like it wants its turn to shine."
The magnetic heat of the sorceress was palpable. He felt her power surging, and he wanted a taste. He knew the bitch was listening, and knowing her, likely enjoying every moment of their twisted game of debasement.
"Now, Angela," Edgar sneered, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "Go ahead and smear that word across your tits." Angela swallowed hard. Her slender fingers danced tentatively over the collar of her shirt as she contemplated how to commit this humiliating act. "Quickly, whore, would you?" Edgar urged, a thread of malice ripe in his voice.
Angela took a deep breath, lifted her chin and mustered a fragile display of defiance as her trembling hands tore open her shirt.
Her freshly-inks words sprawled over her chest, permanent and mocking: "Sloppy Slut Roger."
"Much better, Angela," Edgar boomed, appraising her with his eyes before delivering a hauteur laced jaw-cracking slap across her trembling cheek, his harsh touch leaving a searing, pulsating sensation behind.
A spike of anguish coursed through her belly, the mortifying reminder of the humiliations she'd endured, all of which fed this misbegotten masterpiece of power play and dominance.
The sick realization that her shame was the bedrock upon which Edgar built his fetid kingdom struck deep, stealing her breath away.
Through the haze of stinging pain and the smoldering blush setting her cheeks ablaze, Angela heard Edgar's cruel and taunting voice ring out, "Now apologize with those swollen lips for every minute they weren't occupied around my fucking cock."
The merciless strap lay coiled in his hand, as if it knew her flesh had just enough left to give.
Angela's tongue darted out for a fleeting taste of unspoken promises, her defiance bubbling at the surface. And she waited, parted lips trembling, like a virgin on the cusp of ecstasy.
Edgar stared at her, that cruel glimmer in his eyes turning to amusement. He couldn't help but be impressed, and his heart swelled with the sadistic joy he only experienced in these moments. He realized there was only one way to truly conquer her.
Edgar leaned in, his lips nearly brushing Angela's ear.
"Do you want to know my ultimate plan, my cunning little whore?"
Her heart skipped a beat as his warm breath caressed her skin.
"You've been tiptoeing around the subject since we met," Angela retorted, but her voice wavered, undermining her attempt at defiance.
"Very well," said Edgar, his grin unfading. "I need a scout to explore the dragon armies within 100 miles of Kalaman. And obviously they should be able to fuck and suck me in ways that satisfy other men. They will be under a suggestion spell as well as bardick insporation and enhanced abilities.
The chosen sluts are to dress provocatively and accessorize themselves accordingly with feathers, chains, and fishnets. Edgar has faith they'll be able to weave their way through the army undetected. Their mission is to gather information and report back to Kalaman. Once their work is done, they are not to return to Edgar but rather gather materials to break into the Watchful Order of Magists and with the help of the sorceress, they will find allies and sabotage the enemy from within.
The first slut to prepare herself is Angela.
She trembles as she pulls out fishnets, metal-studded belts, and feathered headdresses, knowing full well that she needs to make herself as fuckable and irresistible as possible. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she stares at the clothing, picturing herself infiltrating the dragon army, giving blowjobs and seducing men with her charm. "One deep breath," she tells herself, "and you're committed."
While Angela is transforming, Edgar turns his attention to the sorceress.
Her piercing gaze lingers on Angela's clothes, her mind already churning in anticipation of future torment.
"How's that fishnet fetish working out?" Edgar mocked in a playful tone. The sorceress locked eyes with him, her voice measured and deliberate.
"Quite well, actually. My dear slutty bard. I always did enjoy a man who was in touch with his feminine side." Her lips twist into a devious smirk, her intention clear as a ray of sunshine through an open window.