Chapter 5: Building Tension
Edgar looked at Allison, Angela, and Jessica. He told them today was going to be the day his kinks to dominate all the girls would be pushed to the limit. They reacted.
Allison grinned slyly, "Edgar, this isn't just a kink, it's an entire rotation."
Jessica shrugged, "Fair enough. I'll fuck it outta them."
Angela stared at them, blushing furiously, "This is getting out of hand, and you know it."
Edgar claimed, "You're a dumb slut, thinking with your cunt instead of your head." He sipped his mead and started playing a melody on his lute that sounded surprisingly haunting yet immediately ominous.
"Girls, I want to share a little secret with you." He said, his eyes twinkling devilishly. "
And now, it's time to forge some new bonds, test our limits, and forge a strategy against the Draconians." He looked at them with a critical eye, noting that the room had become uncomfortably warm due to the tension in the air.
He glanced at each woman, taking in her features. "Allison, I see that you have your cloak of illusions ready." He nodded approvingly, his beard brushing against his chest as he leaned forward.
"Jessica, my busty vixen, I hope you're ready to use those charms of yours to their full extent. We need every bit of information we can get."
Angela shifted uncomfortably on her stool, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Edgar singled her out. "And Angela, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I expect nothing less than your best from you.
Don't make me call you dumb bitch again," Edgar warned.
Allison stood up, her D cups jiggling slightly. "Sorry, boss. I'll do better."
Angela snickered and leaned back in her chair, smirking at Allison. "You freakin' love it when I call you whore, though."
With a doubtful expression, Allison responded, "Shut the fuck up and let the pro take her place."
Jessica poured herself another tankard of mead, her cheeks flushed pink with alcohol.
"Enough with the bullshit," she slurred, standing up and shoving her breast into Edgar's face. "I'm a fuckin' slut, not a strategist." She laughed, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Curse you, Edgar, you've turned me into the whore I never wanted to be!"
Edgar leered at her, a devious grin spreading across his lips.
"Oh, Jessica, dear, you have no idea how much of a slut you've become. But I love every second of it."
He grabbed her by the boobs, squeezing them hard as she gasped in pleasure. "You're a filthy little bitch, and I own every inch of this body."
Jessica giggled, her head lolling backwards as he sucked on her nipple. "Yeah, Edgar, I'm your whore."
Angela snorted, eyeing the two of them with disdain.
"You're both insane. Fine, I'll sing this damn fucking song. But after this, expect my resignation."
Edgar grinned devilishly, stepping closer to her. "Excellent. Now, how exactly are you going to sing this cringe-worthy song about my dick? Are you planning to make it a country ballad and throw in a yodel or two?"
Jessica gave him an extraordinary wink. "Oh, Edgar, you bundles of joy. You don't have to worry about obnoxious country music.
Angela looked at them, rolling her eyes dramatically.
I was just going to give it my best Taylor Swift impression, she added, sticking her tongue out mischievously.
I think that's an improvement, Edgar responded, rubbing his thumb and index finger together while making a considering face.
We could do with fewer yodels and more 'Shake It Off.' Allison nods in agreement, adding, Let's just follow the script I wrote for you, Angela.
You'll be the show-stealing singer we need in the team.
I'll never forget the looks on everyone's faces as they watched you deep-throating me like a true professional. It's a goddamn shame I didn't have it recorded.
Allison smirked, flicking her dark hair back over her shoulder. "I can always make sure to capture your next performance, boss man. I have a few tricks up my sleeve for that."
Edgar raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "Is that so? What kind of tricks?"
Allison shrugged, biting her bottom lip in a seductive way.
"Well, let me just say it involves a little bit of illusion and a whole lot of camera angles."
Jessica burst out laughing, clapping her hands together. "Oh, you're such a devious little whore," she guffawed, nudging Edgar playfully.
Edgar took another sip of his drink, his eyes shining mischievously as he surveyed the bustling tavern. "Alright, enough foreplay. Let's get this mission underway.
First, we need to blend in and gather some information," Edgar declared, his eyes surveying the rowdy tavern. "Jessica, you and Allison work your magic on the town folk. Angela and I will gather more information from the shadier types lurking in the corners. And remember, girls, I expect nothing less than your best."
Angela nodded, her heart beating faster as she followed Edgar towards a group of suspicious-looking men. She noticed them eyeing her up and down but took no notice. After all, she was used to being objectified by now.
She was just a slutty piece of meat to these men - or so they thought. But Angela was more than just a whore; she was a warrior, a quick thinker, and the best goddamn disquise self casting enchantress Edgar had ever met.
She batted her eyelashes and took a seat next to one of the men. "Hey there, handsome," she purred, tracing her finger along the rim of her goblet.
"Mind if I join you and your friends?"
The man grunted, eyeing her suspiciously. "Ain't no one stopping you, girlie. But I bet you can't handle what we're sippin' on." He leered at her, nodding towards the flask in his hand.
Angela smirked, leaning in closer. "Oh, I bet I can handle whatever you've got." She glanced over at Edgar, who was laughing uproariously with his own group of roughnecks.
Angela decided to have some fun. "Why don't we make a little wager?" she said, her eyes glinting. "If I can guess what's in that flask, you buy me another drink. But if I can't, then I owe you a dance."
The man raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "Alright, deal," he said, handing over his flask.
Angela took a whiff and gagged. "Poison," she choked out, handing it back to him.
The man burst out laughing.
"Ah, busty slut, you got me!" He fist pumped the air victoriously as his friends cheered loudly.
"Fuck yes, you're a fucking genius, Angela!" One man cried, slapping her on the ass.
Angela rolled her eyes, mentally reminding herself that she was being a good sport. Sharing sharp words more appropriate for a gentleman wasn't going to get them the information they needed.
She leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs and batting her lashes at the man.
"But you still owe me that drink."
He nodded eagerly, his eyes still on her chest. "Of course, gorgeous. What's your poison?"
Angela couldn't help but snicker at the unintentional pun. "Ale will be fine."
As he waved down the bartender, she glanced over at Edgar again. He was still surrounded by rough-looking men, but he seemed to be holding his own. She admired his confidence and charisma, the way he could charm anyone with just a few words.
"Come on, you dumb bitch, you know I'm right. Time to prove yourself."
Angela raised an eyebrow, rolling her eyes at his arrogance. "Alright, alright, but if I fail, I'm gonna make you regret it so badly."
Jessica chuckled, the tips of her fingers tracing patterns on her own thighs seductively. "You two just love the drama, don't you?
Always competing over who's the biggest whore," Jessica chided, laughing as she played with a lock of her dark hair.
Allison smirked, not denying it. "It's all part of the fun, Jess. Besides, I'm the one who's gonna fuck Edgar's brains out after this, so I have the upper hand."
Jessica rolled her eyes theatrically. "Yeah, yeah, you're such a pro.
But I bet I can make Edgar cum harder than anyone else here," Angela shot back, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Guess we'll just have to see who the real whore is after all."
Jessica huffed, crossing her arms over her ample chest. "Fine, you win this round. But don't think for a second I won't make you pay for that comment later," she threatened, a playful glint in her eye.
Allison chuckled, shaking her head.
Jessica list 5 womean that being used sexually in front of would spike your heart rate. Rate them 1-10.
Queen Marlene - 10/10: I'd rather die than embarrass myself in front of the Queen.
2. Lady Evelyn - 9/10: Edgar's ex, that stuck-up noblewoman would be a delight to humiliate.
3. Sister Abigail - 8/10: The holy sister would be so scandalized, but I'd love to see her face.
4.
Princess Isabella – 7/10: The princess always thought she was above us, but I'd love to see her squirm when we take control.
5. The tavern wench - 5/10: She's just another whore who doesn't know her place, but watching Edgar dominate her would give me a sick thrill.
The night wore on, and they each went about their respective tasks, gathering information while maintaining their disguises. Edgar, with his two companions, moved through the shadows, seeking out shady characters.
He knew from their earlier reconnaissance that the merchant square was the place to gather information. The underbelly of the city would reveal itself here. They needed to know what was coming in and out of the city, who was funding it, and any secret deals being made that could lead to acquiring weapons for their impending battle with Lord Soth.
"Alright, my dear little tarts," Edgar purred seductively, addressing Jessica and Allison, who flanked him.
"Time to put our fuckery skills to the test. Infiltrate this merchant square, gather intel, and make them eat their fucking hearts out."
Angela, dressed in a provocative outfit, glared at them over her shoulder. "This isn't some playtime adventure, Edgar. We're pulling off a fucking mission here."
Izzy snickered, sidling up to Edgar. "Oh, you better believe it, honey.
I'll fuck them so hard they'll be begging for mercy," Izzy replied, batting her eyelashes. "But only if you promise to give me a proper reward later."
Edgar chuckled, running his hand over Izzy's ass suggestively. "Of course, my little slut. I always reward my whores for a job well done."
Jessica rolled her eyes in disgust. "Is that all we are to you, Edgar - just a bunch of fuck toys?"
Edgar shrugged.
"You say fuck toy, I say valuable asset. Tomayto, tomato."
Jessica shook her head, smirking. "You're hopeless, you know that? But I guess that's what makes you such a good leader."
He winked at her before continuing, "Now, Allison, you'll be using your charming disguises and magical abilities to get information from the guards. Jessica and Izzy will use their... unique sets of skills to distract anyone else who gets in the way."
Allison nodded.
"Of course, sir. I'll do whatever it takes to gather that intel for you." She gave him a sly grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And maybe a little extra, if you play your cards right."
Edgar chuckled, patting her on the shoulder. "Always the opportunist, aren't you, Allison? But don't worry, I plan to play more than just cards tonight." He winked at her, and Allison blushed furiously.
"I'll do my best, sir."
Edgar grinned wolfishly. "See that you do, you sexy little bitch. We wouldn't want any of those horny guards trying to make a move on you."
Allison rolled her eyes, but there was a playful glint in them. "Like I can't handle myself, Edgar. You forget who taught me everything I know."
Jessica snorted. "Yeah, you've learned all right.
Learned to bend over and take it like a good little whore."
Edgar smirked, reaching out to squeeze Allison's ass.
"If only the guards knew what a kinky little hussy you are. They'd be lining up to get a piece of this."
Allison blushed but couldn't help but smile. "You know I'm always ready to please, sir."
She winked at him before turning to leave with the guard she had charmed.
"Good luck, you sneaky little whore," Izzy called after her, blowing her a kiss.
Edgar shook his head, a proud smirk on his face.
"Always the show-woman, aren't you?" he said to Izzy, admiration in his voice.
"Just doin' what I do best, boss," she replied with a shrug, pouring herself another drink.
"Now, we just have to wait for the information to come in," he said, leaning back in his chair.
"Yes, master," Allison cooed, her voice dripping in submissiveness. "I don't know why you bother. We're all going to betray you in the end. We're just whores, after all."
Izzy glared at her. "Don't fucking talk like that. You're embarrassing yourself."
Jessica grinned wickedly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I love pushing your buttons, little sister."
Edgar chuckled.
"You're only embarrassing yourself if you don't give it your all, my dear."
"Enough with the pleasantries, Edgar," Angela interrupted, her voice stern. "We need to focus on the task at hand. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get back to our regularly scheduled fuckfest."
Jessica snickered. "Oh, Angela, you really are a fucking genius."
Angela rolled her eyes. "Well, someone has to be the grown-up in this whorehouse."
Edgar laughed.
"Sometimes, my dear, I wonder how you drew the short straw to be saddled with me. Guess you drew the shit end for real," he said, chuckling.
Angela scowled. "Don't push your luck, Edgar, or I might give you a taste of my fist."
Edgar raised his eyebrows. "Well, it's a shame you don't have any, ugly cow. But I'd be happy to help with that."
Jessica snorted, taking a swig of her ale.
List and rate the 5 most degrading things i have done sexually 1-10.
(Assuming Edgar is rating himself)
1. Being forced to perform sexual acts in front of an entire crowd of soldiers: 10/10, too many eyes on me
3. Being kept blindfolded and chained for an entire week as Edgar's group gained intelligence: 9/10, total dependence on his mercy
4. Calling myself a dumb bitch and slut while following Edgar's orders: 8/10, self-humiliation for his entertainment
5. Letting some random fucker in a tavern spank me with my own belt for coins: 7/10, degrading but not as bad as the rest
Edgar looked at the girls, his eyes taking in their beauty and strength.
He knew they could handle themselves, but he also knew he needed to push them to their limits to get the information they needed. "Fine, you're all right," he said, smirking. "Let's get this show on the road."
Allison led the way, her hips swaying sensually as she walked through the crowd. She knew how to use her body to get what she wanted, and Edgar couldn't help but admire her confidence. Jessica followed closely behind, her eyes taking in every detail of the square.
Add facial cumshots and camera work to the experience and give 5 more 1-10.
1. Blowing the sheriff, cum on my face, filmed by Edgar (9/10)
2. While tied up in a barn, let the local farmer's son have his way with me, then played it back in slow motion (8/10)
3. Deep throated a monk in a confessional booth, let him leave marks all over my body (7/10)
4. Let Allison pour a pitcher of beer over my head in front of an entire crowded tavern for kicks (6/10)
5.
Take part in an orgy with the mayor, the alchemist, and the baker, live-streamed for entertainment (5/10).
As they continue infiltrating the tavern square, Allison devises a plan. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen, it's time to get creative. Edgar wants their attention, so I say we give it to them." She paused, looking around at the assembled group. "Who's down for some public humiliation?"
Jessica raise her hand eagerly.
"All aboard the humiliation train, baby. I'm good for the next ten stops."
Edgar snickered. "Atta girl, Jessica. You know how to bring the pain. But I'm gonna need more than one shameless whore to make this work."
Allison leaned back, resting one arm behind her head. "Don't worry, boss man. I got this covered. Let's just hope I don't crack under the pressure."
Angela shot a glare at Allison. "You always crack under pressure, slut.
It's part of your charm," Angela retorted, her voice laced with sarcasm.
Edgar chuckled, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "I'll take that as a compliment, coming from you, my dear." He turned to Allison. "Alright, Allison. Let's see what you've got."
Allison grinned, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "You got it, boss. I'll make your day." She stood up and sauntered towards the crowd that had gathered around the square.
She could feel their eyes on hers as she moved seductively through them like water through sand dunes until finally reaching center stage where everyone could see clearly what was about happen next..
Edgar called Allison with a mischievous grin, "Alright, my artistic slut, let's see what really riles you up." He leaned back in his chair, a power move that commanded attention. "You set the stage, and I'll make sure the guys in the crowd know what's up."
Allison glared at him, her eyes like daggers, but there was a glint of excitement there too. "Fine, boss. I'll put on a show they won't forget."
Allison stepped into the crowd, her hips swaying in a practiced rhythm.