Chapter 8: Girls try to beat pornstars.
Edgar's tower BDSM room was dripping with a thick tension as Jessica and Angela stared at degrading porn, attempting to top each other's already demeaning performances. The room itself was a spectacle of indulgence, with its carefully selected decorations designed to leave the guests wanting.
A heavy wooden cross stood tall against one wall, complete with leather restraints and chains. A large, padded table dominated the center of the room, draped with sheets of deep crimson.
Various floggers, whips, and other implements of pleasure hung in a neat line on the far wall, and the sharp scent of leather filled the air.
Edgar stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with a dark hunger. "Fine performances, my dear Jessica and Angela," he began, earning smirks of approval from Jessica and nervous gulps from Angela. "But as the master of this sick little game, I require something extra. Something debasing, something humiliating.
Something that would make even the most hardened of warriors blush."
Both women glanced nervously at each other, biting their bottom lips. Jessica, with her deep-set eyes, tilted her head with a sly grin. "I know just the thing, whore," she taunted Angela, who was still eyeing Edgar with cautious excitement.
"Prepare yourselves for the degradation you've coming, sluts!" Jessica bellowed, pushing Angela onto the padded table.
That's what the master requires.
Make a list of the 5 places you spend the most time in and rate them 1-10.
Jessica and Angela froze, their faces a combination of shock, horror, and lustful desire. "Fuck, boss," Jessica cursed, eyes wide as saucers.
"We didn't agree to an audience."
Angela, already strapped to the table, yanked her arms against the restraints. "What the fuck? I can't perform in front of dicks like that. I'm not a whore."
Edgar laughed, a deep, throaty sound that resonated through the room. "Sweetie, you signed up for this world. Suck it up and give me what I want."
Jessica grit her teeth.
"Boss, it's only fair to warn us what we're in for. No reason to shock us like this," she whined, angry but played along.
Allison chimed in sarcastically, "Oh yeah, like us girls aren't used to this kind of shit."
Edgar grinned wickedly. "Fair enough," he snarled, his hands reaching up to adjust the mask that covered his face.. "Let me set the stage."
The room dimmed suddenly, and a spotlight found Jessica.
"I want a special request," Edgar announced, his voice dripping with an air of sinister delight. "Jessica, darling, I want you to act out your most humiliating sexual encounter, but this time, do it with magic. Make it fucking unforgettable," he challenged, and Jess@Sexual past collar @Camera ica's mouth fell open in shock.
"But ... what about Angela?" she asked, nodding towards the brunette still bound to the table.
"Don't worry about Angela," Edgar reassured her, his voice deep and full of command. "She's going to get her turn - once I decide exactly what I want her to do. Fear not, my sweet little whore," he crooned, moving closer to Jessica. "You just focus on me and make this the best performance of your life." With one final commanding look, Edgar disappeared into the shadows, leaving Jessica standing in the spotlight.
Edgar let out a sigh as he leaned against the cold stone wall of his BDSM room.
The display in front of him was one of sheer perversion and humiliation - the two women, Jessica and Angela, were giving it their all in front of the guest.
Make a list of the 5 places you spend the most time in and rate them 1-10.
1. Edgar's Tower BDSM Room: 10/10 - the level of degradation and humiliation is unparalleled. The atmosphere is thick with anticipation, fear, and just a hint of excitement. Everything a depraved soul could ever desire.
2. The Dungeon of Kalaman: 9/10 - perfect for a good torture session or two, but lacks the intimacy and dark glamour of Edgar's personal BDSM room.
3.
The Slaughtered Lamb Tavern: 6.5/10 - rowdy, loud, and sometimes violent, which can add a bit of excitement to the whole experience. But it's far too public, which makes it hard to get truly creative with one's debauchery.
4. The Marketplace of Kalaman: 5/10 - an excellent place for shopping, but not everything a person needs can be found there. It seems that the general populace focuses more on day-to-day necessities than pleasurable diversions.
list 5 places you go to on a regular basis where there are women who don't know you would fuck their boyfriends or husbands on the side. rate them 1-10.
Private bedrooms and private chambers in Kalaman: 7/10 - the level of privacy is good, but the potential for something new and creative is limited by one's surroundings. It all comes down to who one has at their disposal to play with.
5. The Temple of Selûne: 2/10 - not only is it a sacred and hallowed place but only prudes and saints dwell within its walls, and no amount of gold or promises could convince them otherwise.
Jessica swallowed hard, the spotlight highlighting her flushed face. "You mean like, reenacting that time in the dungeon when that muscle-bound brute took me hostage and made me fuck him to save the rest of my party?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Edgar smirked, his mask contorting into a wicked leer. "Exactly like that, my dear," he snapped sarcastically. "But this time, you're going to use all those spells you've learned.
I want magic in this performance, slut," Edgar said with a grin.
Jessica gulped and nodded, her pulse racing with excitement. "Yes, master," she whispered quietly.
Edgar chuckled and walked forward, pulling a chair up in front of Jessica. "Good. Now show me," he said, before leaning back and watching as she closed her eyes and concentrated.
Jessica whimpered softly as she summoned the spell, an intense blush spreading to her cheeks as she focused on the sensation of him tying her to the bedpost. Her skin tingled with warmth as the magic coursed through her veins, and she cried out as she recreated the feeling of his strong, rough hands roaming her body. The scent of him, sweaty and musky, filled her nose, and her breath caught as she felt herself giving into his every whim.
"What the fuck is this bullshit?" Angela snarled.
"You expect me to just stand here and watch this slut put on her little show? You have to be shitting me, boss."
"Enough, Angela. Your turn's coming. Patience is a virtue," Edgar warned, smirking beneath his mask.
Jessica's eyes snapped open, an incredulous look crossing her face as she stared at Angela. "What the fuck, Angela? I'm not a slut. And even if I was, he owns me.
Edgar knew what he wanted, and he was making Angela squirm. Serves her right for asking to be tied up.
She flipped Angela onto her stomach and snapped the cuffs onto her wrists. Fuck, she struggled already, still trying to fight.
"Please, boss. I can be inspired, I promise. Just... just don't make me do it in front of those johns," Angela pleaded, her voice wavering.
"I said patience, whore," Edgar growled, gripping her chin and turning her head to face him. "Now shut up and watch."
Edgar's tower BDSM room was dripping with a thick tension as Jessica and Angela stared contemptuously at each other, both waiting for their turn on camera. The gentle murmur of laughter echoed from the video playing loud, filled with the sounds of moans and heavy breathing.
"This isn't fair," Angela whined, her voice rising an octave.
"I'm not sharing my turn on camera. I earned it by sucking dick at the inn last night."
Jessica rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, slut. I heard all about it. But we need to put on a show for the boss. So just lie back and think of Kalaman while he films you."
Angela sneered. "I'm not a whore like you, Jessica. I have some self-respect."
Jessica snorted. "Self-respect?
Fuck, you're the biggest whore I know, Angela. Just spread 'em and take it like a good slut," Jessica retorted, grinning wickedly.
Angela's eyes narrowed, but she said nothing, knowing Jessica was right. She had always been the more promiscuous one of the two, and she couldn't deny the thrill of pleasuring herself for an audience.
Edgar chuckled, breaking the tension in the room. "Alright, Angela, it's your turn.
Time to prove you're not just a one-trick pony." Jessica smirked, savoring the sweet taste of victory.
Angela whimpered, looking at Edgar for mercy. But his masked face revealed nothing but a cruel smile. "Fine. But I want some creative control," she retorted, determined to save face.
Edgar nodded in agreement. "Very well, my dear. But remember, magic is required for this performance."
Angela thought for a moment before her eyes lit up.
I will list 6 phrases or liquids to dump on me to embarass me and lower my pride and rate them 1-10.
1. Semen: 10/10 - the ultimate in humiliation, and would make even the most experienced slut wince.
2. Cold coffee: 3/10 - it's not exactly embarrassing, but the temperature and the taste can be off-putting. It's also a waste of perfectly good coffee.
3. Soap: 4/10 - it's common enough and can be used in a variety of ways to embarrass someone, but it's not exactly a shocking or degrading substance.
Edgar let out a cruel laugh, his masked face twisted into a wicked grin. "Very well then, Angela. If that's how you want to play it, so be it."
He snapped his fingers, and Angela felt a jolt of pain as her body was lifted off the table, her legs spreading apart as if on their own accord.
Angela list 6 phrases that can be written on your or magically repeated that would embarass you or lower your pride. Assume girls who are jealous of you and exes will see them.
Magically repeating these phrases would be their specialty:
1. "Hey Jessica, remember when I sucked your boyfriend's cock? You always did swallow." "When I think about the things I could've done with Edgar, you just can't compare." "You should've paid more attention to me in bed, Jessica. Maybe then you wouldn't be here." "You'll never be as good in bed as I was, you dumb bitch." "Remember that time you got knocked up by some random guy, Jessica?
Yeah, good times," Angela retorted, a wicked grin playing on her lips.
Edgar couldn't help but chuckle at the exchange. These two were entertaining, and he was enjoying this little game of theirs. "Alright, enough banter, you two. It's time to get down to business," he declared, his tone serious once more.
Jessica and Angela exchanged nervous glances before turning to face Edgar, their bodies tensing as they prepared themselves for the next round of humiliation.
"Alright, whore, it's time for your turn," Edgar growled, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
Angela gulped, her already pale skin turning even paler. "Yes, master," she whispered, bowing her head obediently.
Edgar nodded in satisfaction before turning to the camera. "Let the show begin," he declared, a cruel grin spreading across his face.
Jessica watched as Angela spread her legs on the table, her heart racing with excitement as she prepared herself for her next performance.
"Remember, using real cum is non-negotiable for this performance."
Angela winced, her face twisting in disgust. "God damnit, not again," she complained, but her eyes betrayed her true desires. She knew this was what the Master wanted, and she was ready to give him what she'd been saving up all week.
Edgar chuckled at the brunette's discomfort.
"Cut the whining, slut. You've got your orders. Get on with it," he commanded.
Angela, looking resolute but uncomfortable, pulled the collar around her neck. "Better," she spat sarcastically, sultry eyes meeting Edgar's.
He nodded, satisfied with her response, before adjusting the camera's angle to better capture the eagerly awaited performance.
Edgar knew his girls were ready, and now it was time to switch things up.
She had been eagerly anticipating the moment she would be allowed to join in the degradation, and now the time had come.
"Very well," Edgar intoned, his eyes twinkling with malevolent glee.
He nodded towards Allison who had been patiently waiting by his side since their arrival at his BDSM chamber clad in her customary black leather outfit that accentuated her curvaceous figure perfectly without revealing too much skin – save for her cleavage which was barely contained within her corset top as per usual standards set by Edgar himself during their initial training sessions together on how best not only appeal visually but also mentally whilst performing sexual acts under duress or otherwise willingly so; such techniques having proven themselves time after time again over countless hours spent learning from one another through trial & error methods across various locations throughout Kalaman amongst other places rumored to exist but unverified thus far…
"Time to break in the new toy," Edgar said, grinning wickedly as he gestured towards Jessica who was still recovering from her magical reenactment of her most humiliating sexual encounter thus far; her body glistening with sweat and her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to regain her composure following the intense onslaught of memories and emotions that had been dredged up during her performance.
Allison smirked at Jessica's plight, knowing full well what was coming next. She stepped forward, her boots clicking against the cold stone floor of Edgar's chamber.
"You ready to be used like a fucking plaything, slut?" she sneered, her eyes locked onto Jessica's.
Jessica gulped, her voice shaking slightly. "I-I don't know what you mean."
Allison rolled her eyes, throwing her head back with a laugh. "Oh, come on, Jessica. Don't act like you're not wet just thinking about it. You're fucking dripping, you little whore."
Edgar watched the exchange, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Break her, Allison.
I want her begging for mercy by the end of the night." Edgar commanded, his voice cold and harsh.
Allison sneered, "My pleasure, boss. Time for this little slut to learn her place." She sauntered over to Jessica, who was still trying to catch her breath from her earlier performance. Allison grabbed a handful of Jessica's hair, forcing her head back. "You're a fucktoy, Jessica. Nothing more, nothing less. And it's time you started acting like one."
Jessica whimpered, "But, Allison, I— "
Allison cut her off with a sharp slap.
"You don't speak unless spoken to, whore. Got it?"
Jessica nodded, tears welling up in her eyes as Allison smiled cruelly. Now strip," Allison barked, releasing Jessica's hair but maintaining that cold, hard gaze.
Jessica hesitated, and Allison's eyes narrowed. "I said, strip, you dumb bitch. Don't make me repeat myself."
Jessica quickly complied, her trembling hands fumbling with the ties of her dress. Allison watched, her hands folded behind her back, a picture of smug satisfaction.
"That's better, slut. Now get on your knees and show me what that mouth of yours can do."
Jessica's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her eyes darting to Edgar. He offered no reprieve, merely inclined his head for her to comply.
"Fucking pathetic," Allison spat as Jessica's lips wrapped around her phallic substitute, her eyes watering from the stretch. "You're supposed to be a pro at this, and yet you're choking on my cock?"
Jessica gagged, tears streaming down her cheeks as she did her best to take Allison's thrusts.
She knew better than to complain or fight back. Not with Edgar watching and Allison's cruel smile. She was here to serve, to be used like the little slut she was.
"Fucking hell, Jessica. You're not even trying," Allison mocked, her hips moving faster, pushing her fake cock deeper into Jessica's throat. "I've seen more enthusiasm from a dead fish."
Edgar laughed from his seat, his mask casting eerie shadows on his face. "Come on, Jessica. You can do better than this. Show our guest what you're made of."
Jessica nodded, tears still streaming, and forced herself to relax.
She took a deep breath, opened her throat wider, and sucked harder. Allison smirked at the change in Jessica's technique. You were starting to make us look bad," Allison purred, her hips moving in smooth, rhythmic thrusts.
Edgar leaned in, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "See, Angela? This is what I expect from my whores. They take it, they love it, and they beg for more."
Angela scowled, bound and gagged on the table beside them.
She couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she watched Jessica take Allison's fake cock like a fucking pro.
"Fuck you, Jessica," Angela mumbled through her gag, her eyes narrowing. "You're such a fucking slut."
Jessica paused, her eyes shooting daggers at Angela before she sucked Allison's cock back into her mouth. She couldn't argue – she was a fucking slut, and she loved it.
Edgar chuckled, his voice cutting through the room like a whip. "That's enough, Angela.
Save your breath for when it's your turn again," Edgar warned, his voice sharp as a blade.
Angela huffed, her eyes rolling. Fucking Jessica, always stealing the spotlight. She'd make her pay later, mark her words.
Allison, meanwhile, was lost in her own world, fucking Jessica's mouth with her magic-enhanced cock. "Fuck yeah, Jessica. You're learning fast," she groaned, her hips picking up speed.
Jessica moaned around Allison's cock, her tears mingling with her drool. She was in her element, degraded and used like the whore she was.
Fucking loved it.
"You're pathetic, Jessica," Allison grunted, her hips thrusting harder, deeper. "But you're a determined little cunt, aren't you? Won't give up until you've pleased your master."
Jessica could only moan in response, her saliva dripping down her chin as she took every inch of Allison's spell-enhanced cock.
Edgar was enjoying the show, his mask concealing his grin. "Yes, Allison. Make her choke on your magic dick. Show her who's in charge."
Angela, still restrained and gagged, seethed with jealousy.
*Fucking Jessica, always the favorite.* She watched as Allison used magical spells to enhance her fake cock, making it bigger and harder, while Jessica gagged and choked on it. *I'm the best damn slut in this harem, not her.* She squirmed against her restraints, desperate to be used and abused like the dumb bitch she was.
Meanwhile, Edgar lounged in his chair, his eyes never leaving the spectacle unfolding before him. He loved seeing his girls degrade themselves for his pleasure. It was a fucking masterpiece.
"That's it, Jessica. Take every inch of that magical cock.
You know what to do, slut." Allison commanded, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.
Edgar, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement, watched as Jessica's cheeks turned a bright shade of red. Her nose twitched as she forced herself to relax, taking Allison's spell-enhanced cock deeper and deeper into her throat.
"Fuck, Jessica, you're making me hard," Allison groaned, her magic making the fake cock grow even larger. "I can't wait to see your face all covered in cum.
A good little slut like you deserves it," Allison taunted, her voice laced with venom.
Jessica gagged and sobbed, trying her best to obey, but Allison's magical enhancements were making it nearly impossible.
"Fuck, Jessica. You're such a pathetic little whore," Allison spat, her hips thrusting faster, deeper.
Edgar laughed, his mask still in place. "Pathetic? I think she's doing a fucking fantastic job, Allison.
You should be proud."
Edgar's voice was filled with approval, and Jessica felt a surge of pride. She was making her master happy, and that was all that mattered.
Allison grunted, her grip on Jessica's hair tightening. "Shut up, Edgar. I'm trying to concentrate here."
Jessica gasped as Allison's cock hit the back of her throat. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All she could do was take it, like the good little slut she was.
Angela watched, her eyes wide with jealousy. She wasn't used to being excluded from the fun.
Fucking hell, she thought, her eyes narrowing as she watched Allison pound into Jessica, her face a mess of snot and tears.
The room was thick with the smell of sex and the sounds of skin slapping against skin.
Angela struggled against her restraints, the gag muffling her cries of frustration. Fucking Jessica, always the center of attention.
Suddenly, the door to Edgar's BDSM room creaked open, revealing a tall, lithe figure.
A waitress from the Slaughtered Lamb, no doubt.
Edgar's eyes gleamed with amusement as he took in the newcomer's surprised expression. She was a tall, willowy blonde with big tits, dressed in a low-cut top that accentuated her assets.
"Oh, fuck," the waitress gasped, her eyes widening as she took in the scene before her. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know... I thought this room was... I mean, I was just looking for Edgar..."
Edgar chuckled, his voice like velvet. "Well, well, well.
Look what the cat dragged in," Edgar purred, his eyes never leaving the newcomer. "Don't tell me, you're lost, sweetheart? Looking for your way back to the bar?"
The waitress blushed, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I was looking for Edgar, I thought he might be in his office—"
Edgar's laughter cut her off, a cruel sound that sent a shiver down the waitress's spine. "Oh, honey, you found him alright. But let me tell you, this isn't his office.
This is his playroom, and right now, we're all playing."
The waitress's eyes widened as she took in the scene before her - Jessica on her knees, gagging on Allison's magic-enhanced cock, Angela bound and gagged on the table, and Edgar lounging in his chair, his mask hiding his grin.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry," the waitress stammered, her voice shaking. "I didn't mean to interrupt—"
Edgar cut her off with a wave of his hand. "Relax, sweetheart. You're not interrupting anything.