Chapter 21: What makes Allison tick
Edgar's room in the keep was grand, to say the least. The walls were lined with golden tapestries depicting scenes of battle and glory, and a massive four-poster bed took up most of the space. The room was illuminated by an array of candles, casting an amber glow throughout the chamber.
Allison was on her knees. Edgar told her to list her 6 greatest vulernabilities and rate and rank them 1-10.
Allison hesitated, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red.
"Alright, here goes...one, my weakness for chocolate," she said sheepishly, giving a rating of 9/10.
"Two, my inability to resist a good pick-up line, even if it's cheesy," she added, chuckling to herself and rating it as a 7/10.
"Three, my uncontrollable blushing, especially when I'm around Edgar," she admitted, her face growing even redder, and she rated it a 10/10.
"Four, my submissive tendencies, even though I hate admitting it," she confessed, her voice low and vulnerable, and she gave it a ranking of 8/10. "Five, my competitive nature, especially when it comes to Emily and Angela," she grimaced, realizing her own faults, and rated it 9/10.
"Six, my intense jealousy when it comes to men I fancy," she muttered, her voice barely audible, and rated it a 10/10.
Edgar chuckled, shaking his head. "Well now, those are some interesting vulnerabilities you have there. Allison Rate the 3 men and rank most jealousy about.
1. Edgar, the Bard. I'm in love with him, but he keeps flirting with other women. 10/10
2. The barbarian king, Gorath. He has a huge cock and a powerful presence that makes me feel weak in the knees. 9/10
Edgar says, I have detect thoughts up, so it would break you if I fucked Angela in front of you, gave her the best craziest sex of her life and you had to submit to both of us and keep apologizing? Allison answer now.
She thought for a moment and then squeaked out, "Yes, I think it would break me."
Allison list 6 ways to break Angela and rate them.
Way 1: make Angela watch a video of you fucking another woman 8/10
Way 2: Force Angela to dress up in a stripper costume and perform at a sleazy strip club 9/10
Allison
Way 6: Force Angela to reenact porn scenes and sell them online 7/10
Allison list and rate you, Angela, and Emily as far as who are the best candidates to break today. Edgar
Allison do it right now or I will choose you.
Allison let out a heavy sigh, her face flushed. "Well, if I had to pick one of us to break, I'd say Angela. She's always been the most uptight of the bunch. Emily's wild and unpredictable, but Angela is more reserved. She needs to learn to let loose and have some fun."
Allison list all 3 and rate and rank 1-10 including you.
"
* Allison: 7/10. She's a loyal friend, but she gets too caught up in her own insecurities.
* Angela: 8/10. She's smart and capable, but she can be uptight and stubborn.
* Emily: 9/10. She's wild and unpredictable, but she's also a bit of a slut and will do anything for attention.
Edgar says, I will choose between you and Angela. Make the best case for each of you.
Allison thought for a moment, trying to come up with a convincing argument. "I'm the best choice because I'm the most loyal, and I can take a lot more punishment than Angela. Plus, I know all of the dirt on everyone in the group, so I can be used as leverage in case anyone gets out of line. Angela, on the other hand, is a flight risk. Once she breaks, she'll be gone for good.
Edgar cocked an eyebrow at Allison. "You want Angela broken that badly?"
Yes, it's for the good of the group. If she continues to be a troublesome influence, we'll never be able to move forward.
"Well, you should've thought of that before you brought that bitch back into our lives." Edgar moaned, rolling his eyes in frustration. "Alright, let's get this over with."
As for who to break first, Emily was next in line.
Allison knew all too well that Emily was desperate for approval and validation from men, especially from Edgar. Time to exploit that weakness and drive her mad.
Emily, let's go to my chamber, we're gonna play a little game, he said, leading her by the hand. Edgar and Allison sat Emily down on a plush velvet couch.
Emily, Edgar addressed her in a way that made the air crackle with tension. "Do you know why I called you here?
Emily swallowed nervously.
Allision write a short script for all 3 of you including facials and cameras. Rate each script
from 1-10
"Script 1: The Naughty Maid" (7/10)
Angela: (Knocks on door) "Good morning, sir.
I'm here to clean your chambers."
Edgar: (Lustfully) "Oh, you are?"
Angela: (Blushing) "Y-yes, sir. I'll just get started then."
Edgar: (Walking over to Angela) "But there's one spot you missed, right here." (Gently grabs Angela's chin and tilts her head up to face him)
Angela: (Heart pounding) "I-I don't know what you mean, sir.
Edgar: (With a devilish grin) "I think you do, Angela.
Now, let's see how well you can follow orders.
" (He starts to undo his pants)
Angela's cheeks flushed as she realized what was happening.
She wanted to resist, but the thought of going against Edgar's orders made her heart race even faster.
She watched with bated breath as he pulled out his cock and started to stroke it slowly.
Angela's heart was pounding in her chest like a wild beast. She wanted to look away but couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene unfolding before her.
Edgar glanced over at Allison and winked. "Allison, would you mind getting us some champagne and strawberries? I have a feeling we're going to be here for a while."
Allison nodded and got up from her seat, walking over to the corner of the room where the refreshments were kept.
Edgar turned his attention back to Angela, who was still staring at his cock, her breath hitching in her throat. "Now, Angela, I want you to get on your knees," he commanded.
Angela hesitated for a moment, but the look in Edgar's eyes told her that there was no room for argument. She slowly lowered herself to her knees, her heart pounding in her chest like a bass drum.
"Good girl," Edgar murmured, reaching out to stroke her cheek.
"Now, I want you to take my cock in your mouth."
Angela's eyes widened, and she shook her head frantically. But Edgar was relentless. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her closer, until his cock was just inches from her face.
"Open wide," he commanded. And Angela, with a mixture of fear and excitement, did as she was told.
As Angela bobbed her head up and down on Edgar's cock, Allison returned with a tray of champagne and strawberries.
"Ooh, you guys are really getting into it," Allison commented, leaning against the wall and watching the scene unfold.
Edgar looked up and gave her a wink. "Maybe you should join us, Allison."
Allison's eyes widened, and she stammered out a response. "N-no, I mean... I have work to do."
Angela, still on her knees, watched Allison's exchange with Edgar with a mix of jealousy and arousal.
Edgar glanced over at Angela and smirked.
"Well, Angela, are you ready for your turn?"
Angela gulped, her face turning red. "T-touch me and I'll scream," she warned, but the quiver in her voice betrayed her.
Edgar chuckled, taking a sip of his champagne. "Relax, Angela. This is all just a game. We're trying to break you, remember?"
Angela nodded reluctantly, trying to compose herself. But her nerves were getting the best of her, and she could feel a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead.
"I think Angela needs a little... encouragement," muttered Edgar, before turning to Allison. "Why don't you give her a little taste of your whip, Allison?"
Write a script for you now allison Allison swallowed hard, looking from the camera to Edgar, a blush spreading across her face. "What the fuck are you talking about, you jerk?" she demanded, her voice trembling.
Edgar fought to suppress a smile as he stood, adjusting himself in his loose-fitting pants. He walked towards Allison, who backed away, tripping over a stool and landing on her backside with a thump.
"Now, now, don't get your knickers in a twist," Edgar said, crouching down to meet her eye level.
"You didn't think you were the only one with a bit of a kinky side, did you?"
"Yes! Yes, I did!" Allison stuttered out, feeling her face grow even hotter. "I mean... what are you going to do with that whip, exactly?"
Edgar chuckled and stood back up, twirling the whip around his finger. "Well, I'm glad you asked. How about we have a little competition, my dear?"
Allison blinked up at him, trying to process his words. "A competition?
dirty talk and blowjobs yes Edgar told her to list her 6 greatest vulnerabilities and rate and rank them 1-10.
Allison hesitated, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red.
"Alright, here goes...one, my weakness for alcohol, especially bourbon" she said mischievously, giving a rating of 8/10.
"Two, my inability to resist a challenge, especially if it means beating Edgar at something," she shrugged, a sly grin spreading across her face, and she rated it a solid 10/10.
"Three, my attraction to bad boys and dangerous men, like yourself, fucking Edgar," she shamelessly admitted, blinking at him with an innocent but seductive look in her eyes, and rated it 9/10.
"Four, my fear of failure, especially in front of a group of people. It absolutely crushes me," she swallowed hard, a hint of fear flashing through her eyes and rated it 7/10.
She wasn't proud of it, but sometimes she couldn't help herself and would sneak a still when she thought nobody was looking.
Five, and I hate to admit it, but I have a filed away in the back of my mind, a list of all the bad boys I've ever dated, ranked from best to worst, and I can't seem to shake it, even though I know it's stupid. Her voice suddenly became sultry, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, and rated it 8.5/10.
I mean, there's just something about a man who knows how to be bad, you know? It's like they have this magnetic pull that just draws me in.
But don't get me wrong, I'm not a total pushover. I can handle my own in a fight and I have a pretty quick wit. I think that's what Edgar likes about me the most, my sassiness and my confidence.
Edgar and Allison looked at each other knowingly. They both knew Angela's weaknesses all too well. Ok Allision I have made my deicsion for the day. I choose Angela to break. Allison sighed in relief, secretly happy that she wouldn't have to endure Edgar's twisted pleasures today. But she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for Angela.
Angela, get in here now, Edgar commanded.
Angela entered the room, her face pale with fear. She had heard the rumors about what Edgar did to those who displeased him. She knew she had to be on her best behavior today.
But she couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had settled in the pit of her stomach.
"Hello, Edgar," Angela said softly, hoping to appease him with her pleasant demeanor.
Edgar, dressed in tight black leather pants, a white silk shirt, and a black velvet cape, sat on his throne-like chair, sipping red wine from a crystal goblet.
He didn't respond, just kept staring at her, appraising her like a piece of meat.
Allison sat in a corner, watching with morbid fascination.
She was glad it wasn't her turn today, but she couldn't deny that the twisted power dynamic between Edgar and Angela turned her on.
Meanwhile, Emily watched from her perch on the side, feeling both jealous and turned on at the same time. She couldn't help but think about Edgar's cock, which was now dripping with Angela's saliva. She knew Angela would never forget this night.
And with that, Edgar thrust harder and faster, fueled by his desire to break her.
Angela's whimpers turned into screams as she begged for him to stop.
But Edgar didn't listen.
He just kept going, harder and harder, until Angela finally collapsed, broken.
"Good girl," Edgar praised, pulling out of her limp body.
He stood up, wiping the sweat from his brow.
Allison let out a sigh of relief, grateful that it wasn't her turn tonight.
She couldn't deny that she found the power dynamic between Edgar and Angela arousing, but she wasn't ready to be broken yet.
Meanwhile, Emily couldn't keep her eyes off of Edgar's cock, still shiny with Angela's saliva.
She knew she had to step up her game if she wanted to compete with Angela for Edgar's attention. She decided she needed a bold move.
"Hey Angela," Emily said coolly, looking her square in the eyes. "Want some help getting cleaned up?"
Angela looked horrified, but Edgar chuckled and gave her a wink. "I think that's a great idea, Emily. Let's all get washed together."
The three girls entered the communal bath, each taking their own corner.
The steam rose up from the water as they slipped in, one by one. Emily's gaze stayed locked on Edgar, watching the muscles of his chest flex as he removed his shirt. Angela kept her eyes fixed on the flowing water, avoiding any unnecessary attention. Allison, on the other hand, couldn't help but check out both her companions, relishing in the soft curves of their bodies and the tightness of their nipples in the hot water.
Edgar sat back, gesturing for the girls to come closer. "Alright ladies, you know why we're here.
It's time to prove who's the most broken, the most vulnerable, the most desperate for Edgar's approval." Emily's voice was dripping with a mix of excitement and anxiety.
Angela shuddered and looked away, sinking deeper into the water. "I don't want to do this. I don't want to degrade myself like this." Her tone was pleading.
Emily snorted and rolled her eyes. "Save it, Angela. You know you love the attention.
You crave it, Angela, said Emily, sipping on her wine and pouting.
"Shut up, Emily," Angela spat back, splashing water in her direction.
Edgar chuckled, enjoying the catfight between the two girls. "Enough bickering, let's get on with the show."
He motioned for the girl to join him in the center of the room. Julie bit her lip nervously, looking between Edgar and the other girls. She knew she was outmatched, but she had to try.
"Come on, Edgar," Julie said, grabbing his arm and pulling on it with all her might. "Just give me a chance."
Edgar smiled and shook his head. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but it's just not that easy. You need to prove yourself."
Julie pouted and glared at him, clutching her wand in her hands.
Allison, who was sitting nearby, rolled her eyes and popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth.
"Finally," she thought, "the moment I've been waiting for."
Julie's eyes were wide, and her grip on her wand tightened as she stared at Edgar. The tension between them was thick, and Allison could feel it radiating from their bodies.
The situation was getting hot, and Allison knew what was coming next. She stood up, swaying her hips seductively as she walked towards Edgar.
"What do you think, Julie?" Allison purred, stopping in front of her rival and running her fingers down the front of her shirt.
"Maybe Edgar will give you a chance after you see what I have to offer. Julie's face turned a deep shade of red as Allison's hand made its way down to her crotch, cupping her in a suggestive manner.
"D-don't touch me," Julie stammered, swatting Allison's hand away. "Edgar, please make her stop." But Edgar just chuckled and leaned back in his throne, watching the scene unfold with delight.
She had heard whispers of what was happening in the throne room and couldn't wait to get in on the action. She slipped into her skimpiest outfit and made her way down the corridor, her D cups bouncing with every step.
As she entered the room, the three women on their knees looked up in surprise. Edgar turned to Kitiara with a wicked grin. "Ah, my dear Kitiara.
Just in time," Edgar said, eyeing her low-cut top with an approving nod.
Kitiara sauntered over to the group, swaying her hips seductively. "What's going on here? Why are Emily and Angela on their knees?"
"We're playing a little game," Edgar replied, smirking. "Allison here has been helping me find their greatest vulnerabilities."
Kitiara's eyes lit up with curiosity.
"A game, huh? What kind of game?"
"A little friendly competition to test their resolve," Edgar replied, holding up his glass of scotch. "Whoever can make the other one break the fastest will win... bragging rights?"
"I'm in! My fucking clit tingles already," Kitiara said, her face flushed. She winked at Allison, who rolled her eyes and gave her a knowing smile.
In the meantime, Emily was steaming on the sidelines, her arms crossed.
She had been watching Angela get royally screwed in front of her, and the humiliation of it all was not lost on Emily. She wanted to be the one on her knees, begging for Edgar's cock. She was ready to do whatever it took to be broke by him.
"Hey Allison, can you believe these dumb birds can't even handle a little bit of dick? Pathetic," Emily sneered.
Allison, busy admiring her freshly-painted nails, shrugged her shoulders. "Hey, don't blame me.
I just report the facts." Allison shrugged nonchalantly. "But if you're so desperate for Edgar's attention, why don't you just beg for it like Angela did?"
Emily looked taken aback. "Beg? Are you kidding me? I'm not that desperate."
Allison raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Then what are you willing to do to prove your loyalty to Edgar and earn his approval?"
Emily hesitated for a moment before whispering, "I'd do anything.
Anything at all. I want to be broken by Edgar, the way Angela was."
"Very well," Edgar replied, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Then let's see if we can't push you to the limit and beyond." And with that, he began to devise a series of increasingly humiliating and debasing tasks for Emily to perform, each one more outrageous than the last.
Meanwhile, Allison couldn't help but smirk as she watched the scene unfold.
Emily was still the same old self-absorbed person she had always been, while Angela had truly broken down in front of them all.
Emily, feeling the need to prove herself, went to the podium where Angela was still lying on the ground, her mascara running down her face, and whispered something to her. Angela looked up at Emily, her face now full of anger rather than fear.
Edgar, who had been watching the entire time, raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What was that about?" he asked Allison.
"Can you be in charge of Emily's training? She will be on her knees, licking whipped cream off your thighs while you sing naughty drinking songs."
Allison couldn't help but smile. This was just the kind of thing she had been hoping for.
"I'd be delighted," she replied, taking a sip of her drink. "But only if I can wear my favorite leather pants and no underwear."
Edgar chuckled and leaned back in his chair.
"Very well. Now, let's see what we have here. Emily, you're next. On your knees."
Emily, her face Anderson Cooper-pale, obliged. She took a deep breath and lowered herself to the floor, her hands clutching the hem of her dress. "Easy-breezy," she mumbled.
Allison sat back, leaning against the throne. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at Emily's discomfort.
Edgar decided Angela@Cumrag @Dumb bitch collar @Blindfold @Camera needed to break. He summoned her to his chambers and presented her with a script.
Angela, confused, read aloud from the script:
"I can't believe you made me do this, Edgar. Get on your knees, nympho. Beg me to make you cum."
Edgar chuckled. He knew the script was pushing Angela's boundaries, but he wanted her to understand who was in charge. Angela gave Edgar a defiant look, but she complied with his demand.
"Please, Edgar. I'll do anything for you.
Edgar told her to alternate praising Allison every 5 sucks of his cock Angela obeyed reluctantly, but she couldn't help feeling a little jealous. "God, you're so amazing, Allison," she moaned, as she sucked Edgar's cock. "Your lips are like heaven, and your breasts are the greatest things I've ever seen. You're just so perfect, thank you for bringing me into this world."
Allison chuckled and winked at Angela. "You're pretty amazing yourself, Emily," she said, tossing her a Cumrag. Emily caught it and looked at it in confusion.
Before she could ask what it was for, Edgar explained.
"It's for cleaning up any mess we might make," he said with a wink. Emily's face turned red, realizing what kind of mess he meant. She stuffed the cumrag in her purse, trying to act like she wasn't embarrassed.
Meanwhile, Angela was still in the corner, shaking and crying. Edgar went over to her and put a hand on her shoulder.
"What's wrong, Angela?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
"I-I'm f-fine," Angela stuttered out, her face still red and tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Come now, my dear," Edgar cooed, gesturing for her to sit on a nearby couch.
He perched on the edge of the coffee table in front of her, propping his feet up and adjusting his crown.
But Edgar simply waved her aside, focusing all of his attention on Angela.
I have a special task for you," Edgar crooned to Allison. He handed her a black leather riding crop and gestured towards Angela, who was still struggling to gain control of her breathing on the floor.
Allison grinned and cracked the riding crop against her palm, eliciting a flinch from Angela. "With pleasure," she said, taking a step forward.
"Wait, what's going on? I don't think I want to do this anymore," Angela protested, scooting backwards on the floor.
But Edgar's and Allison's eyes both shone with determination, and there was no turning back now.
Allison advanced towards Angela, grabbing her ankles and yanking her back to the center of the room.
Angela's skirt had ridden up, exposing her lacy thong. Edgar couldn't help but let out a low whistle as he took in the sight.
"Look at that fine ass, Allison," he said, licking his lips.
Allison grinned and gave the riding crop a playful flick against Angela's cheek. "Don't you worry, Edgar. We'll have her begging for it in no time."
Angela whimpered, but there was no denying the glint of excitement in her eyes.
She always claimed to hate humiliation, but she was so fucking predictable.
Edgar picked up a Cumrag and rubbed it nonchalantly across his forehead.
"Come here, darling," he purred to Allison. "Time to teach Angela a lesson she won't forget."
Allison approached, wearing a black leather corset and boots, matching Edgar's ensemble.
Edgar began to fuck Angela with her on top. Allison began a series of taunts while spanking her. Angela reacted.
"What the fuck is this? You're all sick fucks!"
Edgar continued, "It's all part of the game, my dear." Angela began her first intense orgasm. Edgar told Angela to list and rate 5 ways to thank him.
Angela, still blindfolded, hesitantly lists her ideas:
1. Singing his praises in front of her friends (7/10)
Edgar was not satisfied with Angela's offerings.
"Angela, darling, we need something with a little more... creativity."
He decided to tease her more instead, whispering dirty talk in her ear about what they could do with the cumrag and camera.
At that time Angela's first boyfriend stepped out from behind the curtain, he looked at her and reacted.
"Angela, you slut! I've always known you were a whore, but this is ridiculous!"
Edgar smiled, and he played dumb.
"Whoa, whose boyfriend is this, and what's so shocking, Angela?" he asked innocently.
Angela, unable to hide her embarrassment, stammered.
"N-no one... he just looks like someone I used to know."
Edgar's gaze moved over Angela's naked body, taking in every curve, and he let out a low whistle.
"Well, well, well. Looks like we have ourselves a real live sex goddess over here."
"Shut up, Edgar," Angela hissed, crossing her arms over her chest. But even as she spoke, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through her at his words. She was naked, blindfolded, and at the mercy of the most deviant minds in the city.
Emily and Kitiara exchanged a look, both of them trying to suppress their grins. This was going to be fun.
Angela now thank me for that and tell me you want to see another man you care about lose respect for you.
It can be a friend or family member. I'll make sure they know just how badly you want to suck my cock."
Edgar took a step back, assessing Angela. She was shaking, but there was a determined glint in her eye. He knew she would go along with this plan, no matter how humiliating it was.
"Alright," Angela whispered finally. "I'll do it."
"Good girl," Edgar praised, patting Angela on the head.
"Now, what do you say to my guests here tonight?"
Angela looked around, taking in Emily and Kitiara's smirks. She took a deep breath and began, "I'm a slut. I'll do anything to please you, Edgar."
Edgar fucked her multiple ways in front of the camera and she had 7 orgasms. Edgar asked Allison to list and rate 4 ways to break Angela now.
Allison, with a wicked smile, gladly lists her ideas:
1. Make Angela strip in front of a crowd of people, rating her body and breasts out loud (10/10).
Bring in Angela's ex-boyfriend and make her perform humiliating sexual acts on him while we all watch and rate her performance (11/10). "Always one for the dramatic, aren't you Allison?"
Angela's face fell as she realized what Allison was suggesting. She shook her head frantically. "No, please no. Not that last one."
Edgar raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "But why not, Angela?
Afraid of a little more humiliation?" Allison smirked as she spoke.
Edgar chuckled, "Angela, if you can't handle a little bit of teasing then maybe you don't deserve to win this competition."
Angela's face turned beet red with embarrassment and anger. She gritted her teeth, "Fine. I'll do it.
I'll be the best little slut you've ever seen," Angela said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Edgar smirked, "Excellent choice, Angela. I knew I could rely on you to put on a show."
He motioned for her to come over to him and she did so, hesitantly. He took off her blindfold and handed her the cumrag.
Her ex boyfriend stepped out and looked at her. Bitch, I have you now. You will do every fucking thing I want now, especially the sex that I wanted then that I cheated on you to get with Jennifer.
Angela's face drained of color.
"N-no, not him," she stammered, her voice shaking.
But Edgar just smirked.
"Oh, yes, my dear. Especially him."
With that, he ordered Angela to strip and started the show.
And so it began.
Kitiara and Emily watched with glee as Angela cried and pleaded for mercy, but Edgar was relentless.
He made her do every depraved act he could think of, each one more humiliating than the last.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Angela muttered, tears streaming down her face as she strutted her stuff for a room full of strangers.
But the tips kept rolling in, and Angela couldn't deny the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins.
She had never felt so desired, so validated. It was almost enough to make her forget the humiliating circumstances that had led her here.
She sucked off her ex as he spat in her face and told her about all the times he cheated on her. Angela listed and rated the 5 girls he cheated with.
Allison smiled smugly as she heard Angela read out loud: 1. Emily (9.1/10), 2. Kitiara (9.4/10), Angela choked back tears as she read out each rating and name, feeling more and more broken with each word.
Emily, who was feeling particularly devious that night, leaned in close to Angela's ear. "You know, if you suck your ex's cock any harder, it might just fall off."
Angela glared at her, her cheeks burning red with humiliation. "Shut up," she muttered through gritted teeth.
Edgar, who was thoroughly enjoying the show, decided to take things up a notch.
"But first, darling, we have a little prize for our winner," he announced, pulling a golden trophy from behind his throne.
Kitiara, who had been giggling and pretending to be with the other competitors, couldn't help but feel a jolt of excitement when she saw the prize.
"Hey, wait a second. I don't think we agreed on any prizes for this 'friendly competition'." Emily tried to protest, but Edgar simply waved her concerns aside with a flick of his wrist.
"Of course there is, Emily.
We always have a prize for the most broken, vulnerable woman in this competition. And that, darling, is you."
Emily's face fell as Edgar handed her the trophy, a mix of disappointment and relief coloring her features.
"But Edgar, I thought I was going to win! I've done everything you've asked and more."
Kitiara couldn't help but roll her eyes at Emily's words. "Please, you think anyone can outdo Angela?
Angela, it's now time to go to the balcony and address the crowd with a speech. You don't have permission to put on clothes or wipe the cum off.
I want the world to see you like this, broken and humiliated."
Angela looked at him, tears brimming in her eyes. "Please, Edgar, you've made your point. Let me cover up and get out of here."
But Edgar just shook his head. "No can do, my dear. You see, I have a reputation to uphold as the most sadistic and powerful man in this city."
He motioned for Angela to approach him. "Now come on, Angela.
One last performance to seal the deal, m'lady," Edgar cackled, stroking Angela's hair and rubbing her cummy face against his robes.
"This is for the masses! They want to see you in your broken state, in glorious technicolor!"
Angela shuddered at the sight of Edgar's bearded mug, her chest still heaving in a mixture of anger and fear.
She could feel the cum dry on her face, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
She felt degraded, but also strangely alive. She had given everything she had, bared her deepest vulnerabilities for the crowd to see, and somehow that felt empowering.
Edgar grinned wickedly. "Well done, Angela. You truly are a master of your craft."
"Thank you, thank you. I try my best." He winked at Kitiara, who blushed and averted her gaze. Edgar turned to Angela.
"Alright, my dear, time for your last task. I want you to go to the balcony and address the crowd in all your glory. And by that, I mean naked, cummy face and all."
Angela's heart skipped a beat. "B-but Edgar, can't I at least clean myself up a little?
You made me do some seriously degrading things," Angela pleaded, but Edgar just laughed and shook his head. "Nope, my dear. You'll be going out there looking just like the complete slut you are."
Angela let out a frustrated groan and began trudging towards the balcony, her feet dragging with every step.
As she emerged from behind the curtain, she could hear the rowdy chants of the crowd below.
'Slut! Slut! Slut!' they cheered, their faces a blur of color and excitement.
Angela swallowed hard, feeling a sudden surge of fear wash over her.
This was it; the moment of truth.
She hesitated for a moment, wondering if getting on that balcony was the right thing to do.
But then, a wicked smile spread across her face.
Why the fuck not? She thought. I've come this far.
With a flick of her long, red hair, she stepped onto the stage and basked in the glaring spotlight. The crowd immediately fell silent, as if sensing that something truly spectacular was about to happen.
"Good evening, fellow citizens of Kalaman!" She announced, her voice loud and unwavering as she reached up to cup her breasts, much to the shock and delight of the men and women watching below.
"I am Angela, the queen of shame and degradation. All hail your queen!"
The crowd erupted into deafening cheers and applause, some even flinging their panties and cups as gifts to their new found queen.
Angela, feeling the power coursing through her like a wild drug, began gyrating her hips suggestively and rubbing her nipples.
She reveled in the shock and excitement on the faces of the onlookers.
Angela looked down and saw Edgar grinning at her, his eyes full of pride and lust.
"You are a natural, my dear. A true slut queen."
"I aim to please, Edgar," Angela said, fluttering her eyelashes and squeezing her breasts together. "After all, that's what I'm best at."
Edgar nodded in agreement. "Exactly. And your training has only just begun."
Angela shuddered with anticipation as visions of BDSM toys and group sex danced in her head.
She couldn't help but admit to herself that she was a little excited about the idea of being broken in front of all these people - it was a rush she had never experienced before.
Edgar then brought her into his private champers. Angela, rate and rank 6 emotions you feel now.
1. Shock: 10/10 - I can't believe I just did that.
2. Excitement: 9/10 - Everyone just watched me strip and grope myself. What a thrill!
3. Humiliation: 8/10 - God, I'm such a slut for getting naked in front of all those people.
4. Fear: 7/10 - Who knows what Edgar will make me do next?
5.
Pleasure: 9/10 - Hell, I think I'm enjoying this.
6. Horniness: 10/10 - I'm so fucking turned on right now.
Angela now rate this night and rank amoung the best and worst night of your lives.
Angela took a deep breath:
The best, 10/10: I felt incredibly empowered and exposed, which was incredibly thrilling.
The worst, 5/10: I can't believe I had to suck my ex-boyfriend's cock on stage while he told me about all the other girls he cheated with.
Edgar clapped Angela on the back. Well you should expect more than 1 person to bring up what happened here every day for the forseeable future. Now list and rate 5 ways to thank me for never living this down.
Angela rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile. "Fine, I'll play along. Here are five ways to thank you, ranked from most sincere to least sincere":
1. I'll name my firstborn after you, no matter the gender (1/10). I'll dedicate my next album to your sadistic genius (4/10). I'll send you weekly videos of me naked in compromising positions (7/10).
I'll write a song called "2 Legit 2 Quit" and dedicate it to your prowess in the bedroom (8/10).
I'll get your face tattooed on my ass and show it off at all of my future concerts (9/10).
Edgar roared with laughter, clutching his stomach. "You're too much, Angela! I love it!"
He pulled Angela into a tight embrace, squeezing her so hard she could barely breathe.
Angela felt a wave of gratitude wash over her.
She looked up at Edgar with a newfound admiration as she gasped for breath. "Thanks, I guess?"
But before she could say anything else, Edgar spoke up. "Now, don't get too carried away. You still have a long way to go until you truly understand the power of submission."
Angela, now list 3 women to break next rate and rank them.
Emily, a self-proclaimed 'innocent lamb' but with a dark secret - she fucks any guy her friend likes, will compete and agree to anything to spite her, has B/C cups and is a great cock sucker - 8/10
2. Kathleen, a spinster librarian with an insatiable appetite for sexual kinks - she'll do anything I ask, as long as it fits within her boundaries - 7/10
Angela then turned to Edgar with a smirk on her face. "You know what, Edgar? I think I'm going to take on the challenge of breaking Kathleen next. She's always seemed like such a buttoned-up and proper lady, but I have a feeling she's hiding a wild side."
Edgar chuckled, "Oh, Kathleen definitely has a wild side.
List and rate 5 ways to break her. Make her organize my entire library, but replace all the titles with explicit, sexual euphemisms and phrases - 9/10
2. Force her to sing karaoke at a busy bar, where she has to do so completely naked while I put lotion all over her body - 8/10
4. Make her crawl around on all fours and call me 'master' while she cleans my entire house naked - 10/10
5. Have her dress up in a skimpy outfit and dance on a table at a fancy dinner party - 6/10
Edgar nodded in approval, "Alright, Angela. I'll leave Kathleen's training in your capable hands. But remember, no holding back. I expect her to be as broken and obedient as you by the end of it."
Angela grinned, her mind already racing with the possibilites.
"You can count on me, Edgar. I won't disappoint."
Edgar grinned back, his eyes alight with excitement.
"I know you won't, Angela. Now, let's get back to the party before the guests start to wonder where we've gone."
As they made their way back to the throne room, Angela couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration.
She had just been crowned the new queen of shame and degradation, and she was ready to take on the challenge of breaking Kathleen.