Chapter 2: Training collar spikes heart rate
The air within Edgar's tower was thick with tension as the group settled down around a large wooden table, the surface worn and scarred from years of use. Jagged edges of maps protruded from a tightly rolled scroll, and parchment covered in a sprawling scrawl of words lay scattered haphazardly around the room. The room itself was a reflection of its master - a cacophony of clutter arranged with impeccable precision, like a chaotic symphony played out through timber, ink, and leather-bound books.
Edgar took a swig of mead from a horn, slamming it down on the table. "Alright, listen up, you dumb sluts! We've got a lot of work to do." He waited for Jessica's playful giggle and Allison's eye-roll before continuing, "We need to find a way to infiltrate Lord Soth's inner circle. He's a sly fucker, so it won't be easy."
Jessica leaned back, pushing her already-exposed cleavage together.
"Ooooh, can I be your little slutty spy, Edgar? I know just how to use what my momma gave me to get the intel we need." She winked and jiggled her boobs for emphasis.
"Suck it up, Jessica, you can play your part so long as you do it without fucking up," Allison said dismissively as she rolled her eyes and scribbled on a piece of parchment. "But really, who cares?
We're here to fuck and conquer, not make nice," Jessica interjected, poking out her bottom lip in a pout.
Edgar chuckled and nodded in agreement, "You're right, Jess. We need to keep our eyes on the prize."
Allison, ever the voice of reason, added, "But we can't just go in there like a bunch of horny wildlings. We need a plan."
"That's why I fuckin' love you, Allie. You've got brains and beauty," Edgar said with a wink.
"We'll need to find a new girl with big tits to wear a training collar, or one of us has to. Any volunteers?"
Jessica raised her hand, bouncing on her toes. "Ooh, I'll do it, I'll do it! Or, you know, if we can't find a new girl, I don't mind sharing my collar with someone... *cough* Angela *cough*."
Angela blushed, rolling her eyes. "Oh, shut up, Jessica.
You'd be fucking thrilled to wear two collars," Angela shot back with a playful grin, her own blush deepening.
"The real question is, who's going to be the new slutty spy?" Allison said, tapping her chin with her quill. "Anyone got any suggestions?"
Edgar crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. "Hmm, we need someone smart, cunning, and of course, well-endowed."
His gaze settled on Angela, who raised an eyebrow.
"But for the sake of tits... fine. I guess you can be our spy."
Jessica squealed with delight, pumping her fists in the air. "That's the spirit, hooray for my master plan! I'll blend in with the common folk, earning their trust with my charming demeanor and...um..."
Edgar rolled his eyes, remembering Jessica's less-than-subtle wiles. "You can figure out the rest, Jessica. Now, about the collar.
If you've been good, you can choose a new slut-girl into the training program. But if not, one of us can step up - I already tagged Jessica as a worthy contender, in case you were wondering. Any takers?" Angela asked, her cheeks lighting up with a faint redness.
"Mmm, well, Allison starts sweating at the thought of submitting, so I'm afraid it'll have to be you, dear." Edgar declared, raising an eyebrow at the stuttering first-level wizard.
The girl in question named Jessica, whose dim-witted nature was accentuated by her perpetual fog of alcohol and lust, stood up and smeared makeup under her eyes.
" Oh, fuck! It looks like I finally reached the level where I can rock a feather boa, doesn't it? What do ya think—" She began, teetering on her heels, but Edgar cut her off.
" We're not going to discuss fashion, you dumb whore.
Focus, Jessica. I can't take you anywhere seriously," Edgar said exasperatedly, rubbing his temples.
Angela, still with her cheeks fiery red, grumbled, "You can't just call me that! I insist that you treat me with respect - by using the term slut-spy instead." She glared defiantly at Edgar, who shrugged his shoulders.
"Fine by me, Slut-spy Angela. We need to send you undercover into Lord Soth's inner circle.
It's a risky maneuver, but given that you're the best at cutting one-liners, I trust you'll hold your own."
Angela's expression morphed into one of determination, her eyes glinting with a newfound confidence. "Damn straight, I won't let you down, Edgar."
Jessica let out a low whistle. "Look at these tits," she said, cupping her own ample bosom.
"I mean, fuck, who wouldn't want to see these babies in action?"
Jessica let out a loud burp, prompting Allison to roll her eyes. "Seriously, Jessica, you need to work on your manners. You're going to be undercover, remember?"
Angela raised an eyebrow. "As if I could forget. I've been practicing my charm and wit for weeks now."
Jessica snickered. "And by that, you mean you've been fucking anyone who looks remotely important, right?"
Angela smirked.
"I'm not just a pretty face and giant breasts, kitten. I've been studying diplomacy under the queen herself. You know, learning how to be a haughty, entitled, self-important bitch without getting your cute little head cut off."
Jessica tilted her head. "Is that something the queen can teach? Cause I spent most of my time at court learning how to suck dick real good in exchange for favors."
Edgar groaned. "Jessica, you crude slut, please! Go train with Angela.
She's got the brain and the tits for this mission. Make yourself useful."
Jessica huffed, "But, Edgar, I have tits too! And I can definitely use them for something other than begging for attention. I can use them for reconnaissance!" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, prompting Edgar to groan.
"I swear to fuck, Jessica, you're hopeless. Just go do as you're told.
Jessica wandered off, muttering about "backrubs and..." Angie followed her, ready to knock some sense into her thick skull. "Jess, we need to pick an apology, refine it, and practice. Mess up, and you'll have to dip your nethers in holy water."
Jessica cringed at the mention of holy water.
"Okay, fuck, I'll do it! I'll practice my apologies for Christ's sake - sorry, wrong choice of words again. Anyway, I know exactly which two rivals I'll need permission from to finish my apology off. It'll be like a horse showback there, but with more hair pulling and name-calling instead of ribbons and roses. Let's hope the penance is worth it."
Angela chuckled, "Always a fuckingrivetingcast, Jessica.
But for now, let's focus on our apologizes.
With our tits covered, I suggest an honest and sincere approach. No tired, generic bullshit, please."
Jessica shrugged, "Right, like I said, I'll be approaching my rivals with 'I'm sorry I fucked your boyfriend' followed by an innocent pout.
"And if anyone ever tries to call me out on my shit, I just give them a little smirk and say, 'Sorry, sweetheart, but I'm just a dumb bitch who's good at sucking cock. Can't win 'em all, am I right?' Works like a charm every time."
Edgar couldn't help but laugh at Jessica's antics, even as he mentally scolded himself for finding her so endearing. He turned to Angela, who was still scribbling away at her parchment, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"Alright, Angela, you're up. Let's hear what you've got for us. No pressure, it's just the success of our entire operation that hinges on your charm and wit."
Angela looked up with a smirk, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I've got plenty up my sleeves, Edgar. Just watch and see."
Jessica, ears perked up, turned her attention to Angela.
You must admit, though, that without me around, you might forget what it's like to be serviced least once a day." Jessica, who was somewhat preoccupied with her impending punishment, chimed in, "Ooh, I'd be willing to take least once a day if that means I could avoid holy water."
Allison narrowed her eyes at the group, took a sip of her ale, and replied, "Alright, enough of you whoring around. We need to focus here.
Dumb bitches and sluts all around, but this is no time for games.
"I know, I'm still working on my sincere speech." Angela said, trying to lighten the mood.
"Slut-spy Angela, yeah, yeah. Save the titles for the big night" Jessica retorted, still working on her apology, only this time facing the camera for added dramatic effect.
"You call asking someone to bring your flower back to you sincere now, Slut Jessica?
I'm not sure you're cut out to be a diplomat. Or a slutty spy for that matter." Angela said, smirking.
Jessica rolled her eyes, "Suck it, Angela. If anyone can suck their way out of a situation, it's me.
Not to brag, but I am kind of a pro at this whole fellatio thing," Jessica boasted, wiggling her eyebrows.
Edgar rolled his eyes as he shook his head, "Whatever you say, Slut-Jessica. Now apologize to Angela and move on. We need to keep things focused."
Angela arched an eyebrow at Jessica, "Careful there, Slut-Jessica. You don't want to accidentally flash the whole damn kingdom.
I mean, sure, the whole kingdom has seen these massive tits already, but can you imagine the scandal?" Angela said with a laugh.
Jessica rolled her eyes. "Right, as if anyone can forget the famous Jessica tits or the tales of your own gigantic rack, Angela."
Angela blushed at Jessica's comment, glancing down at her own ample cleavage modestly. "Well, yes, of course, but that doesn't mean we should take the situation lightly.
List and rate the 5 most degrading things you have done sexually 1-10.
Then describe the most embarrassing moment from that list.
Angela: My list -
10. Happy Ending Massages
9. Camshows
8. Buying fresh produce from a stranger while naked
6. Sucking Jessica's toes for favors
5. Dick-worship at the local blacksmith
4. Sex in public
3. Being gangbanged by strangers
Add facial cumshots to them and put them on camera new 1-10.
2.
Pretending to be a sex doll for a night. (8/10)
5. Letting a guy finger me in front of a movie theater.
(7/10)
Cringe-worthy memories aside, Angela continued, "Anyway, we're getting off topic here.
Jess, I need you to work on your apology. We can't afford any more fuck-ups."
Jessica pouted, "Fine, I'll get on it. But first, let me grab a drink. I'm parched after all this talk."
As Jessica stumbled off to the liquor cabinet, Allison raised an eyebrow at Edgar, her expression thoughtful. "You know, she might actually have a point there.
Whatever happened to our favorite dumb slut, Jessica?" Allison asked.
"Oh, she'll turn up sooner or later; probably after emptying the tower's wine cellar." Edgar remarked, before turning his attention back to Angela. "Now, where were we? Ah, right. Training collar duties. I guess it's down to you or me for now." "I can probably pass for a whore a bit more convincingly than you can, my lord."
Edgar chuckled. "That you can, Angela.
You'd make the whole kingdom blush with your antics," Edgar said with a chuckle. "But I think we can both agree that we need to keep our focus and our dignity, such as it is."
Jessica returned, sloshing her drink and nearly spilling it all over the floor. "Focus, shmocus. Let's just get drunk and get this over with already," she said, flopping down in a chair and taking a long swig.
"Fine, I'll play along, but you're still a dumb bitch, Jessica," Allison drawled as she sat back down across the table.
Angela sighed, knowing there was no point trying to argue with Jessica. "Alright, where we up to in the gameplan?" she asked, looking to Edgar.
The two girls exchanged worried glances, but Angela, ever the more daring one, raised an eyebrow. “You mean like this?” She smirked, pulling out a leather whip she had stashed away for a rainy day. Jessica burst into a fit of giggles, clutching her stomach as she gasped for breath.
"Oh, fuck, I can't even look at her without laughing. Look at that dumb slut trying to be all authoritative with a tiny whip."
Allison rolled her eyes, unimpressed with Jessica's antics. "Well, that's a useless tool if I ever saw one. Might as well use a wet noodle."
Angela narrowed her eyes, snapping the whip in her hand. "You want me to show you useless, bitch?" She thrust her chest forward, her impressive breasts straining against her tight corset.
"Who are you calling a dumb bitch, Allison? I'll show you who's the real slut here."
Edgar couldn't help but chuckle at their banter. "Ladies, ladies, save the catfights for later. We've got a dragon to slay and a kingdom to save. Now, focus."
Allison sighed dramatically, throwing her hands up in the air. "Fine, fine, you win. I'll play nice. But only because I want that little shit Soth to pay for what he did to my sister."
Angela smirked, tucking the whip away.
"Alright, boss. Let's get back to it. So, Jessica, what's the status on your apology practice?"
Jessica flipped her hair dramatically, "Well, I've got it down to a science. I can go from 'I'm sorry I fucked your boyfriend' to 'Can I suck your dick to make it up?' in record time. I even added a little twirl for effect."
Allison raised an eyebrow, "And you think that's going to work? I'd be surprised if they didn't just throw you out for being a dumb bitch."
Jessica pouted, "Well, fuck you too, Allie.
I guess I'll just have to practice my apology on someone else. You know, someone with a little more understanding..."
Edgar cut her off, "Like who, Jessica? The fucking dog? You don't see him complaining about your shit, do you?"
Jessica scowled, "Fine, fine. I'll work on my apology.
But only because I'm a dumb slut who's good at sucking cock. You own me.
I'm a stupid fucking whore. I need to both humiliated and cum on my face in the next 30 minutes, then tease me again and do it in 3 hours.
You hear that, you dumb bitches? We're going to get fucked up, and then we're going to fuck them up. And if anyone gets in our way, we'll fuck them up six ways to Sunday.
Allison groaned, "Oh, for fuck's sake, Edgar.
You're a fucking poet, not a drill sergeant. Try to cut down on the on-the-job training."
Edgar winked, "My lovelies, trust me, I'm saving the best for last. Now, let's get back to business. Jessica, who's on your list for permission to cum? You know the rules."
Jessica squirmed in her chair, her cheeks flushed. "Well, there's Allie, of course. She loves denying me orgasms.
But I can't wait to see the look on her face when I finally get to cum all over her." Jessica crossed her legs, pushing her breasts together.
"Speaking of cum, my list for permission to cum is Allison, obviously, and then... well, fuck, how about Angela? She'd probably enjoy it, anyway."
Angela flushed, her eyes darting to Edgar. "I, uh, I don't know if that's a good idea, Edgar. I mean, I'm supposed to be infiltrating Soth's circle, not fucking the women in it."
Edgar chuckled, "Relax, Angela.
I'm not sending you to fuck anyone, just to act like a fucking whore. You'll blend in just fine. Now, who's next on your list, Jessica?"
Jessica, still squirming in her seat, looked up with a sly smile. "Well, I was thinking maybe... Angela could be my second choice for permission to cum. I mean, she's got those huge tits and all... It'd be a shame not to put them to good use."
Angela's eyes widened in shock, "Excuse me? You want me to give you permission to cum?
Fucking beg for it like the dumb slut you are, Jessica. Edgar said, grinning wickedly.
Jessica, her cheeks still flushed from earlier, began to pout.
I'm a dumb slut, Edgar. I need your permission. Please, master, can I cum? She pleaded, her eyes filled with fake innocence.
Edgar chuckled, laughing at her desperate antics.
You know the rules, whore. You need Allison's permission first.
Jessica stuck out her bottom lip, pouting even more.
"But Allie's always so mean to me. She won't let me cum unless I beg for it."
Allison snorted, grinning wickedly. "And why should I? You're just a dumb slut who can't follow orders. Fucking pathetic."
Jessica's pout turned into a sultry smile. "Maybe if I sucked your cock real good, you'd change your mind?"
Allison raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh, I'd love to see that, but no. You're not getting off that easy.
If you want Allison's permission, you'll have to grovel like the dumb slut you are." Allison relished the power she held over Jessica, a smug smile playing on her lips.
Jessica, undeterred, dropped to her knees, her hands clasped behind her back like a submissive puppy. "Please, Allie, I'm sorry. I'll do anything you want. Just let me cum, please."
Allison laughed cruelly, "Anything? You mean like suck my dick while Angela watches? That ought to be fun."
Angela, looking slightly uncomfortable but intrigued, shifted in her seat.
list and rate 5 things to do to trigger jealousy in other women and rate them
1-10.
Angela:
1. Flirt with their boyfriends (10/10)
2. Wear something sexy and noticeable at a party (9/10)
3. Make out with a more attractive person in public (8/10)
4. Post provocative pictures on social media (7/10)
5. Brag about sexual conquests (6/10)
"I mean, I'm not saying I want to, but... what do you think, Edgar?"
Edgar sat back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the two women interact.
"You know, I'm starting to think Allison might be enjoying this a little too much.
Jessica giggled, "Oh come on, boss. You're telling me you didn't see this coming a mile away? I mean, look at her, she's practically dripping with power and pent-up lust."
Allison glared at Jessica, her cheeks flushing with anger. "Fuck you, you dumb slut. I'm not the one begging for permission to cum."
Jessica just grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "That's right, Allie. You're the one denying it.
Just admit you'd love to watch me suck off our dear leader here," Jessica said, winking at Edgar.
Edgar raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. "And what makes you think I'd want to watch that, Jessica?"
She leaned forward, her massive tits almost spilling out of her top. "Come on, Edgar. You've seen these tits before. You know you want to see them in action. Plus, it'd be a great way to loosen Allie up a bit.
I mean, it's not like she's getting any action lately, am I right?" Jessica said, smirking and nudging Allison playfully.
Allison's face darkened with fury, her hands balling into fists. "You fucking cunt! I'll show you loosening up." She lunged at Jessica, but Edgar stepped between them, holding her back with one arm.
"Enough, Allie. We've got work to do, remember? Now, let's keep the drama for the bedroom, yeah?"
Jessica snickered, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. "Oh, I like where this is going.