Chapter 13: Role reversal
"I just don't understand why I'm the one who has to act like a maid for the day, instead of you," Julie grumbled as she adjusted the bonnet on her head, the feathers quivering with indignation.
"Oh, come now, darling. For once, let's shake things up a bit.
Kitiara, you take the lead on this one. Use that gullible nature of yours to get us information we need.
"Absolutely, Emily! I've always wanted to put those teacup reading skills to use," Kitiara says, busting out a ridiculous British accent.
Emily is starting to twitch with irritation at Kitiara's constant attempts to outshine her.
"I just don't understand why I'm the one who has to act like a maid for the day, instead of you," Julie grumbled as she adjusted the bonnet on her head.
"Oh, come on, Julie. This will be fun!" Kitiara said, clapping her hands together gleefully. "We get to wear funny clothes, do silly tasks, and most importantly, get closer to our target."
Sorceress snorted with amusement.
"Edgar, if I'm a dumb whore, then what does that make you and your whole circle of friends?" Em@Dumb bitch collar ily sashayed over to Sorceress, throwing an arm around her shoulder in a show of solidarity. Emily's smile stretched wide as she wagged a finger at Sorceress.
"Only the dumbest of whores sleep their way to the top, dear," Emily said with a wink.
Sorceress's cheeks flushed with anger, but Emily continued, unrepentant.
"Well, I'll have you know that I sleep with whoever I want, whenever I want, wherever I want," Sorceress retorted, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly.
Emily shook her head in disbelief. "Really, Sorceress? You're proud of that?
Emily asked, raising her brows at Sorceress. "Must be tough being a slut 24/7."
Sorceress smirked, "At least I'm@Blowjob Queen not a stuck-up prude like you."
Emily rolled her eyes, "Prude, my ass.
I just get myself off in private.
But you, Sorceres@Blowjob Queen s, you can't help but put on a show.
You dress like a streetwalker, flaunting your assets and tempting every man with those seductive hips and that pouty mouth." "Oh, like you're one to talk, Emily. You may look respectable on the outside, but we all know what you're like under those fancy clothes."
Emily laughed and placed a hand on her own hip.
"My goodness, Julie, you're getting hotter every day. If you keep acting like that, I might just have to steal you away from poor Edgar."
Julie pouted, "Oh, please. I can do better than that."
Emily just shrugged and winked. "We shall see."
Meanwhile, Sorceress was already in character, wearing a frilly apron and aFake Bulgarian accent while trying unsuccessfully to look like a housemaid.
"Vell, Edgar, I am ready to do zee job ven zee time is ripe," Sorceress said, trying to maintain a straight face.
Emily snickered and whispered to Allison, "Can you imagine her as a housemaid in 17th century Bulgaria? She couldn't even last a day!"
Allison burst out laughing and turned to Emily, "Do you think she even knows what a feather duster is?"
They both collapsed into rolls of laughter while Sorceress looked on in confusion.
Sorcer@Cumrag ess smirked as she adjusted her dress and fake Bulgarian accent once again. "Of course, Edgar.
Edgar, Sorceress you will need to suck me off within 5 minutes whatever you are doing all day. Cooking, on the phone it doesn't matter.
Sorceress giggles and reacts.
"Okay, okay, big boy. I'm ready. Let me take that collar off first." Emily rolls her eyes and says, "Forget the collar, Sorceress. Just get on your knees and start blowing."
Sorceress grumbles, but gets on her knees. Edgar grins and presents his crotch to her. "You know what to do, my lovely." Edgar said, as Sorceress began to service him.
Edgar does Sorceress doggie style then titfucks her. She needs to apologize before she can wipe off her face.
Sorceress, still on her knees, hesitates for a moment before speaking. "I'm sorry, Edgar, for being a bit of a... well, you know." She gestures to her body, still on display.
Edgar says now thank me for showing this video to Lord Thorn. She giggles.
Emily you don’t get to wipe the cum off until you thank me for the 6 orgasms. Sorceress, on her knees, looks up at Edgar with a mix of resentment and arousal. "Thank you for the six orgasms," she murmurs, trying to keep her eyes from rolling with annoyance.
"Good girl. Now tell me you need to be put in your place in front of your fiancée.
Sorceress's face turned beet red, looking down at the cum-stained floor. Julie and Kitiara chuckled, while Emily had a triumphant look on her face.
"I can't believe you did that to me," Sorceress muttered, still looking down.
"Well, you should have thought about that before you decided to mess with Edgar," Allison replied with a smirk.
"Allison, dear, can you pass me the white rag? The one on the table," Edgar pointed to the side.
Sorceress you still haven’t told me your financee needs to see you like this.
Sorceress glares at Emily but finally speaks, "Fine. Yes, I need to be put in my place in front of my fiancée.
Now will you let me wipe off this cum?"
Apologize 3 times before you get cumrag back@Side bitch Crown
Now, let's get back to work.
Sorceress gives Edgar a triumphant look, but Emily immediately deflates her ego.
"You're restricted to hands and knees, girl. No hopping, no leaping, or any other fancy acrobatics. Just crawl," Emily demands.
Sorceress grumbles, but complies, sifting through the papers meticulously. Edgar gives Emily a knowing look, appreciative of her ability to keep SorceresCumrag ess in line.
"Bend over, Sorceress," Emily commanded. "I'll show you what a real blow job feels like."
Meanwhile, Kitiara was in her element, flirting with the guards and gathering valuable information for their mission. She had a knack for manipulating people, especially men. Her quick wit and playful demeanor made it easy for her to get people to spill their secrets.
Allison, on the other hand, was struggling to stay in character as a ditzy maid.
She kept tripping over her own feet and knocking over pots and pans. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't help but giggle every time Sorceress got put in her place.
Kitiara, however, was in her element. She was the master manipulator of the group, and loved nothing more than skating on the edge of danger. She'd give anything to outshine Sorceress in this game, and quickly set her sights on the dumbest guard in the castle.
@Blindfold @Side bitch Crown Kitiara flirted and flirted until the guard spilled his guts, giving her all the information they needed.
"Good work, Kitiara," Emily praised, patting her on the back as they walked away. "You're a natural."
"Thanks, Emily," Kitiara grinned, preening at the compliment.
Meanwhile, Julie had managed to find a weak spot in the castle's defenses.
"There's a secret passageway here," she whispered to the group as they gathered around her.
"Do you think you can squeeze through there, Sorceress?" Emily snickered, looking at Sorceress's ample frame.
"Shut up, Emily," Sorceress shot back. "I can fit through anything you can."
"We'll see about that," Emily muttered, stepping back to let Sorceress try.
Sorceress grunted and cursed as she wiggled her way through the narrow passage, finally emerging on the other side with a look of triumph.
"Ha! Told you I could do it."
"Barely," Emily replied with a smirk. "But I'm proud of you, darling. Now come on, let's keep moving."
Allison reached out to steady her, only to accidentally on purpose trip her up, sending Sorceress tumbling into a mud puddle. The girls erupted in laughter as Sorceress scrambled to her feet, dripping mud everywhere.
"Thanks a lot, Allison," she grumbled, trying to dust herself off.
Edgar tells sorceress time to go to BDSM room. Her attitude towards Allison needed to be readjusted.
She was the lowest rank of them all and deserved no such pleasantries. Edgar turned to where she was struggling to get out of the mud puddle.
"Alright, Sorceress, that's enough. It's time to go to the BDSM room," he commanded, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Sorceress scowled and grumbled, but eventually made her way to the BDSM room. The room had been prepared earlier with all sorts of kinky toys, from whips and chains to handcuffs and blindfolds.
Emily smiled evilly as she watched Sorceress tentatively enter the room.
"Go on, slip that blindfold on," Emily purred, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Sorceress snatched the blindfold from Emily's outstretched hand and reluctantly put it on, her breathing becoming shallow as the reality of her predicament hits home. The other girls smiled slinkily, enjoying the spectacle.
"Now, let's see how good you can be at taking orders," Emily began, her voice oozing authority.
"Kneel down there, Sorceress."
Sorceress huffed, but complied, not knowing what was coming next.
"Sounds like someone needs a spanking," Emily said, swishing a riding crop menacingly.
"Oh, no, please don't," Sorceress begged, jumping slightly in terror.
"I don't think that's a proper attitude, Sorceress," Emily continued.
"And I think a little punishment is in order."
Emily walked over to Sorceress, who was still on her knees, and grabbed her chin. "Open up, my dear. I want you to taste something special."
Kitiara and Allison burst into laughter, while Julie looked on in amusement. "Don't worry, Sorceress.
I'll make it worth your while," Edgar said, winking at her before taking a seat on the throne-like chair at the head of the room. "I'm going to need you to crawl over here and sit on my lap," he ordered.
Edgar chuckled, patting his lap in invitation. "Come here, my naughty submissive."
Sorceress reluctantly crawled over to him, taking a deep breath as she straddled his lap. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as she felt his hardness pressing against her, even if she was still a little pissed off about the whole situation.
Emily walked over to the wall of toys, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Bedroom, my dear. We have plenty of time for our little lesson," Edgar commanded.
As they walked down the hallway, Emily and Allison couldn't contain their laughter as they whispered to each other. Whitney yelled from behind, "Can I come too?
I want to see the BDSM room!"
Edgar replied, "Not now, Whitney. Maybe later. We have to initiate Sorceress first."
*Riiiing* went Emily's cell phone. "Oh, screw you," she said as she swiped to answer. "What the hell do you want, Sir Percival?
What's so important it can't wait until I finish my domination session with the Sorceress?" Edgar barked, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice.
The knight bowed apologetically. "I apologize, my lord. The queen has requested your presence in the great hall immediately. Said it was urgent."
"Fine, fine, I'll be there in a moment," Edgar sighed, turning back to the bed.
"Sorceress, my lovely, it seems my duties as king demand my attention. I'm afraid I must leave you to your own devices for a brief while."
"Aww, boohoo, Edgar leaving already?" Allison mocked, batting her eyes at the sulking sorceress. "Poor darling, can't handle life without the big man for five minutes?"
"Shut up, you dumb bitch," the sorceress snapped, whirling around to glare at Allison.
"Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that?"
"Ooh, big talk from little miss high-and-mighty," Allison drawled, rolling her eyes. "You're just mad because you can't handle a real man and have to rely on magic to get by."
"That's not true!" the sorceress protested, her voice squeaking in outrage.
"Says the woman who can't get laid without using a charm spell," Kitiara chuckled.
Sorceress's cheeks flushed as she seethed in silence.
"If you two can't act like adults," Emily sighed, "I might have to top both of you while you fuck around."
Sorceress's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Oh my, Emily, you wouldn't!" she said, feigning shock.
"Try me," Emily shot back, smirking.
"Come on, Allison. Don't be a tease.
You know you want it."
Sorceress rolled her eyes. "Aren't you supposed to be treating me like a maid? I don't think maids usually get hit on by their employers."
Sorceress snorted. "Fun for you, maybe. I'm the one getting bossed around all day."
Emily's expression softened.
"Sorceress, dear, you need to learn your place.
You're not the queen here, and you're certainly not my equal.
You have no power over me, and I will happily remind you of that whenever necessary."
"Like when I make you lick my boots clean?" Sorceress asked, smirking.
"Exactly," Emily said, grinning. "And speaking of ----, I think it's time for a little lesson."
Emily turned to Kitiara. "You know what to do.
Get on your knees and service me," Emily commanded.
Sorceress hesitated for a moment before reluctantly getting on her knees, her eyes never leaving Emily's.
Emily grinned wickedly and unzipped Edgar's pants, freeing his cock. She stroked it a few times, making it grow hard in her hand.
"Slobber all over it, Sorceress. Make me proud," Emily taunted.
Sorceress hesitated again, but then leaned in and took Edgar's cock into her mouth.
She tried to ignore Edgar's chuckles and Emily's smirks as she gagged and struggled to take him in, her cheeks bulging as she worked.
Kitiara studied the balcony with interest. "Hey, isn't that the guards' dining hall down there?" she asked.
Emily laughed and patted her on the head. "Good luck with that, Julie. But remember, you have to thank me before you clean yourself up."
Sorceress scoffed as she chugged back the cumrag Edgar shoved into her mouth. "You enjoy making me do this," she accused.
Edgar flashed her a devilish grin. "Of course, sorceress.
I'm always here to make sure you're put in your place." Emily cackled as she strutted around the room, twirling the cumrag seductively in her hand. "Suck it up, buttercup!"
Sorceress couldn't help but roll her eyes, even if she was still a little pissed off about the whole situation. But before she could think of a comeback, the door to the BDSM room swung open and in walked Allison.
Her eyes widened as she took in Sorceress on her knees, servicing Edgar.
"Oops, did I interrupt something?" Allison asked innocently, batting her eyelashes.
Emily rolled her eyes. "Yes, you big perv. Go distract one of the girls or something while we finish this."
Allison pouted but obliged, sashaying out of the room. Emily watched her go, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Jealous?" Edgar asked, smirking.
"Fuck no! Not even close," Sorceress spat back, struggling to keep her composure as she wriggled her way out of the blindfold. Emily chuckled, spinning a riding crop in her hand. "Looks like it's time for a lesson, dear."
"She comes with an arsenal of sharp objects, that one!" Kitiara observed with a smirk.
Back in the bedroom, Sorceress was on her knees again, this time in front of a stool with a colored patina and intricate carvings.
She was wearing a blindfold, gag, and bondage straps. Kitiara stood above her, eyeing her up and down as she prepared to whip her.
"Ready for some more fun, my dear?" Kitiara said, winking at her as she raised the whip.
"Mmph!" was all Sorceress could respond, as the gag effectively silenced her.
Kitiara brought the whip down with a crack, causing Sorceress to yelp and jump.
Emily laughed and clapped her hands together. "Excellent! She's got nothing on you, Sorceress!"
Sorceress glared up at Kitiara, but the mischievous gleam in her eye only grew brighter. She let out another yelp as Kitiara brought the whip down again, this time a little harder.
"Alright, alright, that's enough," Edgar interrupted, stepping in between the two of them.
"Sorceress, I think it's time for a little punishment."
"Oh, really?" Sorceress said, raising an eyebrow. "And what did I do to deserve punishment?"
"Well, for starters, you've been acting like a brat all day," Emily said, crossing her arms. "And I think it's high time we put you in your place."
"That's right," Kitiara chimed in. "You can't just go around acting like you own the place.
You need to learn some respect and humility," Edgar said, a sly grin spreading across his face.
"Humility? Ha! I'm the most powerful sorceress in the land, I don't need to learn shit," Sorceress replied, but there was a hint of nervousness in her voice.
"Well, then it's time you got a taste of what it's like to be on the bottom," Kitiara said, grabbing Sorceress by the arm and pulling her to her feet.
"Girls, hold her down."
Emily and Allison eagerly piled onto Sorceress, pinning her arms and legs to the ground.
"Let me go, you brutes!" Sorceress cried out, struggling to break free.
Edgar chuckled and walked over to the nightstand, pulling out an assortment of sex toys.
"Hmm, what to use first," he said, holding up a vibrator, a butt plug, and a pair of fuzzy handcuffs.
He settled on the vibrator and knelt down between Sorceress's legs. Without warning, he turned it on and pressed it against her clit.
"Oh gods!" Sorceress screamed, writhing beneath Emily and Allison's grip.
Edgar chuckled and leaned in close to her ear. "Let's see if we can't tame this wild beast, shall we?"
Kit and Angela picked 3 different outfits for walks of shame and getting coffee and shots.
Emily, your job is to be the bitch who casts cum and dirty words illusions during the walk of shame. Mean teasing in front of their crushes.
Emily had a sudden idea. "I know! Let's all dress in our provocative outfits for a game of Truth or Dare! I'll start. Truth or Dare, Kit?"
Kit grinned. "Dare."
"Alright then, I dare you to introduce yourself to the first guy we see, tell him you're a slut, and try to score a date with him."
Kit laughed and obliged. "Sure thing, Emily!" And she sauntered off, swinging her hips.
With a devilish grin, I chose dare.
Emily's eyes sparkled with delight. 'Alright, I dare you to flash the next group of guys we see and tell them that you're a sorceress, but only if they guess your real identity.'
I groaned. 'Seriously? You want me to show off my tits to random strangers?'
Emily shrugged. 'Hey, it's all in good fun. And think of it as market research.
Who knows, maybe you'll discover a more efficient way to attract men,"
she added, giggling.
Emily, wearing a particularly skimpy outfit that left little to the imagination, smirked mischievously and adjusted her top. "Oh, I don't think it'll be a problem," she stated, winking.
As they made their way out of the tower and onto the streets of Kalaman, they attracted quite a bit of attention. Their outfits, chosen for maximum impact, were designed to turn heads, and turn heads they did.
Sorceress in her low-cut dress and fishnet stockings, Kitiara in her tight leather pants and crop top, Allison in her barely-there shorts and see-through blouse, Emily in her provocative schoolgirl uniform, and Angela in her daring nurse outfit.
As they strutted down the street, Emily couldn’t resist casting a spell to make their assets seem even more irresistible than usual. She saw the awestruck looks on the faces of the men they passed, as they tried (and failed) to hide their drool.
Sorceress couldn't help but feel a little superior - after all, she knew she was the reason for their reactions.
As they entered the coffee shop, the barista double-checked their order, practically tripping over his tongue as he stammered out the total. Emily, never one to miss an opportunity, leaned over the counter and gave him a quick flash of her cleavage. "Oops, did I do that?" she said with a wink.
The barista, red-faced and clearly flustered, nodded and quickly rang up the order.
The girls exchanged amused glances, except for Sorceress, who rolled her eyes.
As they sipped their overpriced coffees, a group of guys walked into the shop. One of them catches Sorceress's eye. He's tall, muscular, and has piercing green eyes that seem to see right through her. She feels a familiar tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach.
It's been a while since she's felt this way, but the feeling is unmistakable. She not-so-subtly starts to check him out, sizing him up.
Meanwhile, back at the table, Emily lets out a low whistle. "Hot damn, Sorceress! You got a thing for that guy, don't you?" she says with a smirk.
Sorceress shoots her a glare, but can't help the blush creeping up her cheeks.
She clears her throat and straightens up, trying to act cool. "What? No, I don't. He's just... nice to look at," she says, taking a sip of her coffee.
Allison chuckles and winks at the sexy stranger, who smirks back and continues to chat with his friends. Emily, however, isn't done teasing Sorceress yet. "Oh, come on, Sorceress. You can't fool me. I saw the way you were eyeing him up like a piece of meat," she says, giggling.
"Yeah, I bet if you went over there and asked him to spank you while calling you daddy, he'd be all over it," Kitiara adds, waggling her eyebrows.
Sorceress blushes even more, trying to hide her face behind her coffee cup. "Shut up, you guys! I wasn't doing that!" she hisses.
Allison just smirks and leans back in her chair, sipping her drink with a satisfied look on her face.
She loves getting under Sorceress's skin, it's like a game to her. "Relax, Sorceress, we're just messing with you," she says, winking at her.
Emily, on the other hand, can't help but laugh at the whole situation. She's always been the instigator of the group, the one who loves stirring the pot and causing trouble. And she's damn good at it too.
"Right, so, the harvest festival will need to be prepared soon. Allison, I need you to organize the food and drinks, and Emily, I need you to arrange the entertainment," Queen Fiona commands.
Sorceress, ever eager to prove herself, pipes up, "I can handle preparations for the ceremony and magical elements," she boasts.
"Well, one good plundering deserves another," Emily shot back with a cutting grin, striding off with determination.
"Bitch." She said aloud, making sure Julie and Kitiara were far enough away to not hear.
"Let's see if you've learned to follow orders, bitch."
Emily pulled out a set of handcuffs and fastened them around Julie's wrists, making sure they were tight enough to hurt. She then pulled out a riding crop and traced its length along Julie's inner thigh.
Allison meets Edgar in his private chambers. She kneels. He tells her Sorceress hasn't reported her contact with her crush per her contract.
Allison nods and flashes a devious grin. She knows just what to do.
Emily comes into the room with an armful of clothes. "Alright, girls," she announces, "it's time to get ready for the harvest festival."
Angela, you're responsible for music and entertainment. And Sorceress, I need you to meet with the vendors and ensure that everything is set up correctly for the festival."
Sorceress puffed up her chest with pride. "I won't let you down, my queen."
"See that you don't," Fiona replied with a raised eyebrow.
"And for the love of gods, lose that smirk, Emily."
Edgar chuckled softly at the banter between Fiona and Emily. "My, my, so much drama," he commented.
Allison, still kneeling, looked up at him with a yummy pout. "Oh Edgar, I think it's time you and I have a little... discussion," she purred.
"About?" Edgar asked.
"Oh, you know, things like contracts and obligations," Allison said nonchalantly.
"You did promise Sorceress that you'd keep an eye on her dealings with that buff hunk at the festival. And, well, let's just say she's been a little too cozy with him."
"Oh, I'm sure we can arrange something," Allison grinned back mischievously. "Let's just say I owe you one.
Plan
1. Bring her into BDSM room by herself humiliated her.
2. Meanwhile Emily fucks her crush and shows video of Sorceress being a whore so he has no respect for her.
3. Make it clear that he is ready to settle down and have him go on nice dates with Emily that include flowers. Any other suggestions Allision?
Edgar asked, always open to more humiliation for the Sorceress.
Allison thought for a moment, tapping her chin with her finger.
Oh, I've got it! She exclaimed, grinning wickedly. We can lure her into the BDSM room by herself, and then afterwards, I'll invite my crush over to watch the security footage of her being humiliated. He'll definitely lose all respect for her after that.
I can just imagine his face when he sees her strung up like a side of beef, begging for mercy, tied up tight and vulnerable. Best of all, he'll know that she deserved every second of it. "Tell you what, Edgar," says Allison, with a wicked grin. "I'll make it worth your while. How about a night of passion, just the two of us, once I've got her in her place?"
Edgar's eyes widen and he rubs his chin, contemplating her suggestion. "Hmm, I'm intrigued.
I accept your offer, Allison. But first, let's execute our plan to put that Sorceress in her place once and for all!" Edgar said with a wicked grin.
Allison squealed in excitement. "Yes! Our first step is to lure her into the BDSM room all by herself. Any ideas?"
Emily, who was lounging in a chair with her legs draped over the arm, looked up from her magazine and chimed in. Then, as soon as she walks through the doors, we'll trap her in BDSM gear and record everything! That way, we can blackmail her and she'll be forced to obey us!"
Find out everything you can about this guy, we will catch sorveress in lies.
Allison smiled sneakily. "We can put her in her place, and you might even find a new queen tonight."
"Allison, I would never," Edgar chuckled, but the look on his face told a different story.
Sorceress walked in, her heels clicking on the floor in time with her bouncing ponytail. "Hey everyone, what's the plan for this festival thing?" she asked, absentmindedly picking up an apple from the table and taking a bite.
"Well, I guess we could talk about how Sorceress is so easy to get into bed. I mean, she practically throws herself at every halfway decent-looking guy she sees." Emily smirked. "I bet she's already banged half the guests at the festival," she added with a wink. Sorceress protested, momentarily forgetting her previous bravado. "I'm not that easy!"
"Oh please, Sorceress," Emily said, rolling her eyes.
"You won't be able to keep your hands off him, and we all know how much you like to swallow his cum whenever you can."
The room fell silent as the sorceress tore her gaze away from Emily and looked towards the door.
"What's wrong, Sorceress?" Allison asked, feigning innocence. "You look like someone walked in on you jerking off to our fabulous selves."
"Shut up, you two," Sorceress snapped.
"I'm not that desperate. And Emily, stop acting like such a high and mighty princess all the time. You're not any better than the rest of us."
"Oh, I beg to differ," Emily retorted. "I may have slept with more men than you, but at least I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not to get their attention."
"Oh please, like you're the epitome of authenticity," Sorceress snorted.
"As much as I enjoy this lighthearted banter," Kitiara cut in, "we have work to do.
Remember girls, the harvest festival is approaching and we've got to be on top of our game to make a good impression on potential mates."
"I don't need a mate," Sorceress sneered, but the other girls could see the doubt in her eyes.
"Okay, okay, we get it," Emily said, rolling her eyes. "You don't need a mate, but we all know that deep down you're longing for something more.
Something deeper than your shallow one-night stands," Julie said, winking at Sorceress.
Sorceress blushed and mumbled a response, clearly uncomfortable with the truth in Julie's statement.
I hadn't thought of that. Maybe you're not as dimwitted as I thought."
Allison, who was eavesdropping on the conversation, decided to intervene. "I think we can all agree that sorceress needs to be taken down a peg or two.
And I've got just the plan," Allison said, a twinkle in her eye.
"First, we need to distract her while we set everything up. Emily, you're up," Allison said, smirking.
Her ego couldn't take it. Sorceress cracked and stormed off to her quarters, mumbling under her breath as she went.
Meanwhile, the maidservants couldn't stop giggling and nudging each other as they watched Sorceress go.
"Look at that show she just put on," one maidservant snickered.
"I've never seen anyone acted so entitled before," another servant whispered.
In Sorceress's quarters, she slammed the door behind her and paced back and forth across the floor.
Her cheeks were flushed with anger, and she gripped the edge of her desk with white-knuckled fingers. "I'll show them all," she muttered.
"I'm not just some bimbo to be bossed around."
Sorceress reports to BDSM room. Edgar asks is she has anything to report per her contract.
She stutters as she explains how she's been "busy" with her crush, showing no interest in fulfilling her obligations.
Allison smirks as she tells Sorceress that she will be bringing her into BDSM room by herself - for some humiliation play. Sorceress gulps but puts on a brave face, knowing she deserves it after failing to keep her end of the deal.
Meanwhile, Emily fucks her crush while Allison watches with a smug grin.
They decide they should film the entire encounter to ensure Sorceress learns her lesson.
"You like that, huh, sucker?" Emily taunts as she rides her lover. "Tell Sorceress she missed out on all this fun!"
Allison nods in agreement. "Yeah, and if she doesn't listen to us, we can always find some video evidence that will ruin her reputation," she threatens.
Sorceress tell me all about your crush, his name, theator.
Sorceress list and rate 6 things about your crush. Detect thoughts is up per your contract.
I sense a touch of desperation and longing. Hmm... it seems the attraction is mutual. She's been watching him from afar, wondering if he ever thinks of her in the same way. Emily grins, knowing exactly how to capitalize on this information.
Sorceress list and rate 6 things about your crush. Detect thoughts is up per your contract.
Sorceress, who was still bent over the nightstand, looked like she might burst into flames with embarrassment. She managed to stammer an answer, "His name is Theo, he's tall, dark-haired, handsome... strong..."
Emily leaned closer to Sorceress, her voice low and sultry, "I'll have him, you know.
I always get what I want, and he wants me. Can't you see it in the way he looks at me?" she taunted.
Sorceress couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.
"Ha! I doubt that. I can give him what he wants and needs, unlike some people," Emily shot back with a wink.
"You're just mad because you know I've slept with him, and it was wonderful," Sorceress retorted saucily, shooting a sideward glance at Emily.
Edgar is sitting on throne in Throne room. Sorceress is summoned and kneels. Edgar tells her to list 5 things about her contract and rate them.
He snickers when she ranks her crush at 11/10.
"Well, I guess that means you've got some serious feelings for this guy," he says.
Sorceress glares at him. "Maybe I do," she replies grudgingly.
You did not comply with your contract, you fucked him without reporting it. List 5 ways you expect to be held accountable and rate them.
Sorceress rattled them off:
1.Being publicly shamed for breaking contract.
2. losing magical abilities.
3. being forced into servitude.
4. being banished from society."
Edgar nodded, impressed with her thoroughness. "It's always good to have a plan," he said.
"But I didn't break the contract," Sorceress protested.
"Did you report your interactions with your crush to the group as per the contract?"
Sorceress squirmed, realizing her mistake.
She had allowed her emotions get the best of her and had succumbed to her desires for her crush, all while neglecting her duties as the group's enforcer.
Tell me his name and what he does at the Kalaman theater.
"Theo, he's the lead actor. I've been watching all of his performances, always in the front row."
Interesting. And what is it about him that you find so intriguing?
"His jawline, the way he commands the stage, his muscular physique... Oh, and did I mention he has a great cock?"
Hm, I can detect a strong physical attraction. What about emotional appeal? Does he make you laugh or think deeply about life? She blushes and says yes I could have kids with him. She reacts.
Her cheeks flush, her eyes wide, and her voice rises several octaves.
"You little... how dare you! Don't you think I'm above this kind of behavior? I'm an accomplished sorceress, for the gods' sake!"
Allison cackles.
"It's so easy to manipulate her. She'll do anything for a little bit of validation from you, Edgar. And it's hilarious to watch."
Edgar chuckles. "She always has such high standards, but the moment someone gives her even the slightest bit of attention, she's all over them. Like a dog in heat."
It's like they're in a constant competition to see who can get the most attention and validation from the men around them. And, of course, Edgar is always at the center of it all.
The room falls silent for a moment as the tension between them grows. Emily and Sorceress lock eyes, each daring the other to break first. Finally, Emily smirks and releases her grip on Theo's collar, letting him fall to the floor with a loud thud.
"Fuck, sorceress. You missed out."
Meanwhile, Sorceress is taken to the BDSM room, where she is stripped down and restrained. Edgar enters the room with a devious grin on his face,.
"W-what do you want, Edgar?" she asks, trying to keep her voice steady. Edgar says first thank me for having Emily fuck your crush and show him videos of you being used, then list and rate 5 vulnerabilities.
Sorceress, her face red with embarrassment, says the top five are:
"1. My inflated sense of self-worth (7.5/10)
2. My obsession with men's approval (8/10)
3. My lack of empathy for others (6/10)
4. My competition with Emily (10/10)
5. My distrust in the love and loyalty of men (8/10)"
"Good, now let's move on to your punishment," Edgar smirks.
"10/10. It's a classic for a reason," Kititara quips.
"You can't just walk around naked all the time," Sorceress protests, but the mischievous twinkle in Edgar's eyes tells me that's exactly what he has in mind.
Julie, Kitiara and Angela all cheer as Sorceress is forced to bare all, clearly enjoying her humiliation. I can't help but smirk at her discomfort.
"You heard me, slut," I practically snarl, "Take it off."
Sorceress's face turns a bright red as she lets out a frustrated sigh and starts to strip down.
"Sorceress," I say with a smirk, "I heard that you've been neglecting your contract obligations. Is that true?"
She looks at me with surprise and defensiveness, but her voice betrays her nervousness. No, I haven't. I'm just... busy."
I raise an eyebrow at her. "Oh really? Busy with what? Or rather, who?"
Sorceress blushes and stutters, trying to find an excuse.
"I was... practicing my magic."
Allison smirks. "Oh, really? And where were you practicing that?"
Sorceress reluctantly admits, "At the theater... with Theo."
Allison leans in close, grinning wickedly. "Let me tell you what I think about that cute little puppet situation," she whispers.
"It was a cheap trick, and for that, you're going to be walking home in nothing but your birthday suit."
Sorceress, now stripped down to her bare minimum, looks at him from head to toe with unbridled arousal, and bites her lip, "I suppose it's time to get what I deserve," she says with an undeniable seductive tone.
Edgar looks at her with a raised eyebrow, "Theatrics won't save you from this punishment, Sorceress," he responds dryly.
Meanwhile, Allison and Julie are laughing at Sorceress's humiliation, exchanging high-fives and winking at each other.
Back at Bard's tower, Sorceress is forced to walk back to her room in nothing but her birthday suit, much to the amusement of the other women in the tower. They all jeer and throw various items at her, from tomatoes to empty bottles of ale.
"Nice ass, Sorceress!" shouts Kitiara, aiming a pinecone straight at her behind.
Sorceress, unable to stop, continues her walk of shame through the dance floor, feeling everyone's stare on her.
Emily pops into the scene, with her usual devious grin on her face. She quickly grabs Sorceress's discarded clothes and holds them up, teasing her with the possibility of modesty.