Chapter 4: Allison leads the girls on a mission
Edgar, the charming bard with an undeniable presence, lounged on his throne, his eyes meeting each of his harem members.
"Ladies," he drawled in his smooth, seductive voice, "I need y'all to know, I ain't gonna force ya into anything. But let's set some ground rules.
I will push your boundaries, and I won't hesitate to use my Detect Thoughts and Suggestion spells to get what I want. But if you don't feel comfortable, I'll respect that. Speak up, and I'll listen."
Angela, the stacked redhead from room six, raised her hand cautiously. "Can we have a, uh, a safe word, sir?"
Her D cups jiggled softly underneath her blouse as she shifted nervously on her stool. Edgar chuckled and leaned forward in his throne.
“Sure thing, slut,” he replied with a wry smirk, his icy blue eyes meeting her cautious brown ones. With all the charm he could muster, he intoned, “Dumb bitch. If you ever say the word ‘cherry pie’ when things get hot, I’ll back off, understand?” He winked conspiratorially.
Angela blushed fiercely but couldn’t help but laugh at his playful teasing. “Got it, whore.” She swigged her ale, all feistiness returning to her expression.
“I’ll fuck anyone, but I don’t let them demean me,” she added, waving her finger menacingly at the room.
Edgar looks at Angela, list and rate 6 ways 1-10 men could demean you.
"Ten being the most degrading way for a man to treat you, Angela?"
Angela blushes, takes a sip of her ale. "Fine." She takes a deep breath, then rattles off:
1. Calling me a stupid whore, 6/10 - they're just trying to rile me up.
2. Ignoring what I have to say, 7/10.
3. Refusing to include me in key discussions, 8/10.
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Forcing me to do tasks without respecting my boundaries, 9/10.
5. Calling me a dirty slut or a dumb bitch, 10/10 - this is the motherfucking pinnacle of degradation.
6. Making me submit to any and every request, without question, 11/10. That's another level of degradation right there.
Edgar scribbled down the list, nodding thoughtfully. "Got it, Angela. We'll remember all of this.
Now, let's see if I can't find a way to break down those boundaries. Edgar looked at Angela and said, you agree I can cast a suggestion spell on you anytime I want and then those boundries won't mean anything?
Angela blushed and looked away, running a hand through her short brown hair nervously. She took a swig of her ale for courage and then looked back at him. Should I call you master?
Edgar grinned and rubbed his beard, an evil gleam in his eye. Call me whatever the fuck you want, girl, just so long as you don't forget who owns your drooling cunt.
At this point, the others in the room started to snicker and chuckle at Edgar's vulgar language, which only made him grin wider.
"Alright, back to the matter at hand," Edgar barked, trying to regain control of the conversation. "We need to discuss our strategy for handling Lord Soth and the Draconians. Allison, have you come up with any useful spells or illusions we could use?"
Allison nodded, her eyes piercing as she answered, "Absolutely. I've been working on a Charm Person spell that could potentially turn some of their leaders against one another.
I've also got Disguise Self, which I could use to go undercover and gather intel."
Edgar nodded, tapping his foot thoughtfully against the marble floor of his throne room. "Very nice. But what about any weaknesses the Draconians might have?
That's where Jessica steps in, looking at them with a sly smile. She fucking loves to exploit weaknesses, and God help the one that gets caught staring too long at her tits.
"I've got a couple of ideas," she growls seductively, crossing and uncrossing her legs suggestively. "They love human blood. Got anything in here to pass as dragon blood for a bit of role-playing? They might slip and reveal some info if we offer them 'their' blood."
Edgar raises an eyebrow.
Jessica list and rate the 5 most humilating sexual experiences you had 1-10.
"Jessica, what are the motherfucking top 5 most humiliating sexual encounters you've had, ranking them from one to ten?"
Jessica swigs her ale and leans back in her chair, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Let's see. One time this guy convinced me to do a cum shot on his face at the tavern and called me a slut. Four points out of ten.
Then there was that time a dude paid me to fuck him while dressed as a schoolgirl. Eight points.
That's fucking tame, I know, but it was my first time selling my body, so I was just an inexperienced slut," she giggled.
"And fuck, don't even get me started on the time a bunch of frat boys filmed us having an orgy without telling us. That was a solid nine out of ten for humiliation."
"Jesus, you really know how to pick 'em," Edgar groaned, shaking his head.
Jessica shrugged, grinning mischievously.
"Hey, I was broke and needed the cash, what can I say? And they weren't bad-looking, either."
Edgar shook his head in disbelief. "I swear to god, every motherfucker in this town seems to be a pervert, or at least want to fuck with us."
Allison raised an eyebrow. "Pervert, huh? I guess that makes us a bunch of fucked-up magical whores.
But you know what they say - when life gives you tits, you make a living out of them. Besides, it's not every day we get to combine our love for cock, cum, and chaos magic.
"So, let's make a plan," Edgar began. "We're infiltrating the tavern in Kalaman tonight. That's where Jessica reckons we might find someone who knows something about the Draconians.
Angela you be ready to perform a song about ways I used your mouth and body to use you and cum all over you. List and rank 6 activities 1-10 for that.
Allison: "Alright, Edgar, I came up with a list of six activities, ranked from one to ten in terms of how demeaning they are for the participants. Here it is:
1. Singing - 4/10: It's a bit embarrassing, but it's also relatively innocent.
Tit fucking - 8/10: It's pretty degrading, but it's also fucking hot.
Face fucking - 9/10: It's extremely degrading and humiliating, but also incredibly hot.
Edgar nodded thoughtfully, making notes on his scroll. "Good job, Angela., Jessica add 4 more degrading activities to the list. rate them 1-10.
Here are four more;
1. Bondage play, with Edgar as the master, and us as his obedient sluts - 9/10: Degrading and sexy.
Spit-roasting, where two of us get fucked at once, like the dirty whores we are - 9/10: It's degrading and filthy hot, the ultimate power play.
Public sex, with a chant of "sluts" from the audience - 8/10: It's not the worst thing, but getting dirty in public for everyone to see is still damn humiliating.
Universal servicing, where we take turns sucking Edgar's cock, like the good little sluts we are - 10/10: It's the ultimate submission, and it's not for the faint of heart.
Jessica rolled her eyes. "Right, let's get out of here. We've got a mission to complete."
As the group left the throne room, Allison licked her lips deviously. "By the way, Edgar, I oughta warn Angela about what's coming.
After all, tonight's the night we put her boundaries to the real test," said Allison with a mischievous grin.
Jessica interjected, "She'll probably love it, she's always so easily excitable."
Edgar looked thoughtful for a moment. "Very well, you two go prepare Angela for her little song and dance; I'll conjure up something special to set the scene for her performance."
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Edgar made his way down into one of the lower levels of his magical tower.
He took Jessica and Angela into his private chambers whill Allison talked shit to them and told them they had to fuck and suck Edgar dirty on camera. @Camera @Sexual past collar - Jessica fucking loved wearing that fucking collar, always wanting to top the previous humiliating encounter. They entered Edgar's room and saw he had prepared an orgy setup for them, with a giant dildo in the center of the room. "Fuck yeah, let's get down and dirty," Edgar howled with laughter, grabbing both girls by the waist and throwing them onto the soft bed, rubbing his dick against their asses.
"Take off those goddamn clothes, we have a mission to complete!" Angela screamed, writhing with excitement. Jessica tossed her shirt aside, revealing her gorgeous dark-haired tits, tossing her hair back in ecstasy.
Edgar's eyes widened and he grinned, gesturing towards Angela's短 5'1 brown hair nosering slutty first boy she kissed she fucked outfit. "Strip, Angela, before you wreck my fucking bed."
Angela grinned mischievously, standing up and unzipping her tight black leather pants, revealing her amazing body underneath.
"Fuck yeah, let's do this," she said with a smirk, dancing suggestively and seducing the room with her moves. The other women cheered and showered Angela with compliments, Somebody catch my name in lights!
Jessica laughed, pouring herself another drink. Truly, the goddess of perversion had risen. She looked at Allison, the businesswoman with the nasty streak, and whispered seductively. You're gonna love the show I'm gonna put on later, girl. Just wait.
I'm going to put my 36D tits to work, serving up pleasure and pain in equal measure. Then I'll leave everyone's jaws on the floor, begging for more. That's what The Dildo Whisperer does. And no one can resist The Dildo Whisperer."
Edgar leaned back against the throne, his smirk un wavering. "Oh, I know, Jessica. You have quite the reputation to uphold.
Everyone thinks you're some goddess of debauchery and video production. They expect all orgasms recorded and every facial caught on film, Jessica.
Jessica glares at him, her eyes flashing. Did you have to remind me of that?
Edgar chuckles and rolls his eyes. Fuck, I'm just kidding. But you really are one hell of a video production bitch.
Edgar leans down and whispers into her ear, telling her, I bet I can find a way to make this clip even more popular than the last.
Goddamn, the things I'll have you do.
Angela shivers, her nipples hardening as a degrading vision dances in her head, imagined at the command of the masterful bard.
Meanwhile, the rest of the harem gathers around, listening intently to the conversation between Edgar and Angela.
Allison smiles, imagining the possibilities of the tantalizing scenes she will record and edit.
Serving as the producer, she'd love to add a few choice descriptions like "slut," "whores," and "dumb cunts" to boost the ratings of their explicit videos.
"Right, let's get this fucking show on the road!" She exclaims, gesturing towards the camera set up in the corner of the room.
"I want to capture every single orgasm, every devilish twitch of the forehead as we're all going wild for the master. And I want to make sure everything's crystal fucking clear, with all the dynamic lighting I can manage.
Just a heads-up, though—I don't take payment in gold coins anymore, I require cum, specifically on my face.
The girls exchanged awkward glances before breaking out into laughter, realizing what Jessica was saying.
"Got it, Jess," Edgar chuckled, still managing to be the cool, collected leader he always is. "Now, let's organize how we'll tackle this whole fucking mission. First, we want to question the local townsfolk, maybe they've heard rumors about the Draconians.
We can do that while quenching our thirst at Tavern of Kalaman, the juiciest gossip spot in town." Allison grinned, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"Great plan, let's put on our best 'slutty adventurer' outfits and make our way to the tavern," ordered Jessica, waggling her eyebrows. "I'll wear my infamous 'Bitch Slap' outfit and bring my trusty whip."
Angela sighed and rolled her eyes.
Time to put our game faces on. And tits. Definitely tits." Allison chuckled lasciviously, adjusting her own exposed cleavage and licking her lips in anticipation. "First round's on me – the finest ale in town. And by 'finest,' I mean the cheapest rotgut that won't leave us puking our guts out."
The five women made their way through the cobblestone streets of Kalaman, garnering leers and catcalls from men they passed along the way.
Angela slipped her hand into Edgar's, her painted nails tracing small circles on the back of his tattooed hand. 'Slut,' she whispered, a wicked grin on her lips. He merely squeezed her hand in response, his eyes scanning the area like a seasoned warrior. 'Worry not, my dear,' he assured her. 'We've got this.'
No sooner had he said those words than they arrived at the Tavern of Kalaman. Edgar held the door open like the gentleman he was, the wooden sign creaking ominously as they entered.
"Ladies first," he drawled, winking at Angela. She grinned and sauntered through, earning her a low whistle from a drunken patron.
Inside, the tavern was raucous, filled with the smell of sweaty bodies and spilled ale. Rough-looking men and women shouted and laughed as they guzzled their drinks, and a bard strummed a lute in the corner, trying in vain to be heard over the din.
Edgar took stock of the situation and scanned the room.
His hazel eyes surveyed the drunken patrons, searching for any hints of information or potential weaknesses. He quietly muttered to himself, "I wonder if a dumb bitch like that one over there knows anything about Draconians and their weaknesses?"
Angela, noticing Edgar's gaze, chuckled and whispered, "You're such a fucking tease.
Can't wait to see what filthy ideas are brewing in that dirty mind of yours. But first, let's see what these drunkards know." She gestured at the patrons, some of whom already stared at them too eagerly.
Jessica sauntered up to the bar, swinging her hips and loudly ordering a round of ale for the group. The bard who had been playing in the corner, unable to resist the allure of Jessica's cleavage, tripped over his own lute string as he watched.
"Here," Jessica said with a sly grin, tossing him a few gold coins before adding, "And maybe you could show us your appreciation later, slut." The man nodded eagerly, his face flushed, as he fumbled to collect the money.
Underneath their coarse exteriors, the men of the tavern were mere putty in their hands. Allison had already cozied up to a large-bellied man with a bushy beard, whispered a few words in his ear about her 'services,' and earned herself and the group an invitation to the back room.
As they entered, Edgar couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the group's absurd outfits and the unabashed ease with which they commanded the attention of their unwitting victim. It was enough to make any man proud.
Jessica, in her black leather skirt and silver pasties, walked up to another man in the corner, whispered something filthy, and walked off with him towards a private corner.
Allison, with her hair in pigtails and her corset laced tight, was already deep in conversation with the large-bellied man with a bushy beard, tittering with laughter at his jokes. Edgar watched, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction and mischief. He knew these women were his weapons, and he was eager to use them.
Angela, meanwhile, was nursing her drink, watching the others with a mix of awe and apprehension. She wasn't sure she could be as brazen as Jessica or as cunning as Allison. But she knew she had to try.
She was a part of this, and she wasn't about to let the others down. She took a deep breath, downed her drink, and approached a group of men playing dice in the corner.
"Mind if I join?" she asked, her voice steady despite her nerves.
One of the men looked up, his eyes lingering on her tits before meeting her gaze. "Sure, sweetheart, pull up a chair. But be warned, we're playing for high stakes here."
Angela smirked. "I like high stakes."
The man raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?
She offers herself sexually if she loses. Rate and rank 1-10 6 options.
Be degraded, humiliated, and outranked by others.
"So, guys, let's get this fucking show on the road. I ain't got all day to sit here and watch ya all play fucking patty-cake."
Edgar said with a grin, "Let's see what we can get out of these drunken pricks. They're easy targets, I'll give 'em that."
Allison, watching Angela from across the room, shook her head and smirked. "Our little dumb slut thinks she can handle these guys.
She's gonna learn real quick who's in charge here," Jessica sneered, taking a swig of her ale.
Angela snarled, "Fuck you, Jessica. I can handle anything these losers throw at me."
The man with the bushy beard slapped his cards on the table. "Alright, let's make this interesting. If you win, we'll tell you what we know about the Draconians. But if you lose..." He leered at Angela, his eyes tracing the curves of her body. "You'll have to swallow our cum, one by one."
Allison snickered, "Atta boy.
Let's see you put that pretty mouth of yours to use, slut."
Angela, undeterred, flashed a confident smile. "Easy money. Deal."
The men grunted in agreement, and the game was on.
They played a few hands, Angela doing her best to keep up with the rowdy group. She lost the first round, her eyes widening as the men started to cheer.
"Alright, slut, let's see you play nice," one of them said, unbuckling his belt.
Angela's smile faltered, but she didn't back down.
She offers herself sexually if she loses. Rate and rank 1-10 6 options.
Be degraded, humiliated, and outranked by others - 8/10.
Swallow cum like a good little slut - 10/10.
Get gangbanged by a bunch of sweaty, drunk assholes - 9/10.
Be made to sing while fucking - 7/10.
Use 2 dildos at once, one in pussy and one in ass - 9/10.
Be made to write a song about being gangbanged - 7/10.
Angela gulped, her eyes darting between the eager faces surrounding her.
She knew she was outnumbered, outmatched, and out of her league. But she also knew she had one ace up her sleeve - her sharp wit and quick tongue.
"You know what," she drawled, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. "I've got a better idea. How about I sing a song while you fuck me? That way, I'll be multitasking, and you'll get your dirty kicks.
Plus, I'll be able to sing your praises while you're fucking me, which should be a nice little boost to your ego, right?"
The men exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with lust and greed.
"Fuck, yeah, that sounds like a plan," one of them growled.
"You're one clever little slut, aren't you?" another chimed in, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
Angela winked at them, her heart pounding in her chest. She could do this. She had to do this.
Fuck, she had to swallow her pride and give these assholes a show they'd never forget. But not without making them pay for it. Angela smiled sweetly, biting her lip as she stood up from the table. "Alright, boys, let's make this worth your while. How about I sing a song about how much I love sucking cock while you fuck me? I promise it'll be a hit."
The men roared with approval, their eyes gleaming with lust and anticipation. Edgar, who had been quietly watching from the bar, raised an eyebrow. "Clever move, Angela.
Make 'em think they're in control while you're the one calling the shots," Edgar said, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Angela winked at him, her confidence growing with every second. "That's right, master. I'm gonna sing them a song they'll never forget. And if all goes well, we might even learn something useful about those fucking Draconians."
Edgar nodded, his eyes scanning the room. "Just be careful, slut. Remember, you've got a safe word if things get too intense."
Angela rolled her eyes. "Fuck off, Edgar.
I know when to tap out," Angela snaps, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "I'm not some dumb bitch that needs a babysitter."
Edgar chuckles, "Alright, alright. Show us what you've got, Angela. Make these motherfuckers look like fools."
Angela takes a deep breath and starts singing, her voice filling the tavern like a sultry siren's call.
"I love the taste of your cock in my mouth,
In my pussy, and on my face.
You can use me any fucking way you want,
As long as you smear your cum on my skin."
Angela's voice echoed through the tavern, her lyrics raw and filthy, just as she promised. The men around her were entranced, their eyes glazing over as they imagined every degrading act she sang about.
Edgar leaned against the counter, his arms crossed, a smug smile playing on his lips. He was proud of his little slut, using her mouth and voice like the skilled whore she was.
Meanwhile, Jessica and Allison watched from the corner, their drinks forgotten.
This song is fucking gold," Allison agreed, her eyes never leaving the show. "And look at that whore, she's eating this shit up. They're all fucking begging for more."
Angela worked the crowd, her voice growing stronger and more seductive with every line. She looked over at Edgar, who nodded encouragingly, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. She knew he was proud of her, and that was all the fuel she needed to keep going.
"You want my titfuck, my mouth, my ass, it's all yours," she crooned, her voice dripping with lust and desire.