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Edge Chapter Sixteen: Spare Someone's Blushes

Jess from Edge by Tori Hamlin

Jess looked dubious as Jenna laid out her proposal, unable to comprehend that someone was willingly going to take on her challenge.

“But, won’t that hurt?” the girl asked, as she looked at the requirements.

It’s Okay to be an Asshole: Provide anal satisfaction to two persons at one time.

Reward choices:

-Cash prize of $1,000. Additional bonus cash prize of $1,000 for every two persons serviced above the minimum requirement of two.

-Rank up. Additional Rank for every two persons serviced above the minimum requirement of two.

-24 hours freedom.

Result of failure: 24 hours with Butt Hurt designation. Geolocation active. Available to all players.

Consolation prize: $100

Jenna marveled at the fact that she could so casually contemplate being fucked in the ass by at least two strangers, and even more so at the idea that she was going to combine this with her own challenge to take on at least four in one hour. This, less than a day after being gang banged by nine men. Added to this, already ludicrous, affair was the additional combination for Skewered, which required her to take on no less than four partners from both ends, as well as Glazed Donut, in which at least four men had to coat her face in sperm.

In all, today’s activities (if successful) would grant her and Kara six ranks, Jess at least three, depending on her level of participation, as well as a few thousand dollars. The money was a secondary concern, but in the long run it was going to be necessary for the overall plan. They’d decided, after some contemplation, that they would break up the week into focus areas. A few days would be spent devoted to challenges that provided rank, while another day would be all about cash, a third for collecting useful items, and then a day or two of rest.

Given the nature of the challenges as they ranked, it was clear that the toll on their bodies was going to increase significantly. Not only did the new challenges require increasingly more degrading acts, but they piled on the number of people required at each rank. If they weren’t careful, they’d quickly find themselves exhausted by relentless gangfucking, orgies, and bukkake parties.

“It’s not so bad,” Jenna answered, “at least not while it’s happening. Whatever’s in the Obsequium, if you haven’t noticed, makes everything feel good. The next day, well, that’s when you feel it.”

That was the weird truth of it. The red drink, combined with the relentless edging from the belt had them all wet and ready to satisfy their horny urges.

“Everything’s ready,” Kara said.

Jess looked pale as they bundled into Kara’s car. Jenna knew the feeling. Only a few days ago, the thought of sucking off two strange men and allowing four of them to plaster her face with cum had seemed like the worst thing in the world. Today, the thought of only servicing that many seemed like a cakewalk.

Kara drove them across town to the site of their latest challenges. As she explained the set up, Jenna contemplated the lengths that other players went through to keep Edge a secret. Their latest host went by the username The_Old_One. His trust score was a solid five stars and the location Kara pulled up to turned out to be a gated estate. Kara idled at the gate and pressed the callbox, then answered the voice on the other end, “We have an appointment with Mr. Henson.”

The gate buzzed and slid open. Kara drove up the winding, tree-lined path that opened up into a roundabout, at the center of which a large fountain sprayed a tower of rushing water into the air. The three of them took in the sight of the gigantic home with wonder as they got out of the car. The large double doors swung open before they reached them. A man that Jenna guessed was in his late fifties stood in the entryway to greet them. His name plate showed him as rank forty-five, and a class of Sage. His username matched that of their contact. The man was dressed in a red silk robe that reminded Jenna of pictures she’d seen of Hugh Hefner.

“Ladies,” he said, nodding his head in greeting, “Please. Come in.”

The three of them stepped inside, eyes wide with wonder at the opulence.

“A number of my associates are very eager to meet you,” he said with a sly grin, “and they’re very grateful to me for providing them with some American entertainment. You have my thanks for helping me secure a deal I’ve been working on for months.”

Mr. Henson waved a hand and the doors boomed shut. As they followed him down the hall, he instructed, “In their culture, it is not polite for women to shake hands in this sort of setting. Your eyes should remain downcast, unless otherwise instructed. You’ve all worn the belts?”

Kara nodded.

“Excellent,” Henson said, “They’ll love the thought of three horny girls that only take it in the ass. It should get your challenges out of the way more quickly, if you know what I mean.”

As they followed, Henson made sweeping gestures and other doors opened before him, while another wave closed them behind him. While it was only a small display of power over the physical world, Jenna wondered what kind of other power was available to a rank forty-five Sage. Classes weren’t even something that she’d get a look at, until these latest challenges were complete. Then, she’d be high enough to choose her own, as well as a username, instead of the number.

The final door ahead of them swung open. Seated about the room on lavish couches sat a large group of well-dressed Asian businessmen, all of whom began conversing excitedly in what Jenna thought was Japanese. It took a moment for her to realize with astonishment that she could understand it. The Halo earbud in her ear, it seemed, easily translated the words into English for her. Yeah, certainly not the worst thing about Edge, she thought.

Following Henson’s instructions, the three girls stood servile and silent, eyes downcast and hands folded like obedient sex toys. One of the men stepped forward and cupped Jenna’s chin, tilting her head up toward him to get a look at her, as though examining merchandise. Jenna, politely, did not meet his eyes. He released her, and then stepped to Kara, then Jess, repeating the process. He nodded, seemingly satisfied by whatever he was looking for.

He shared some murmured words with Henson, which Jenna couldn’t hear. He sounded very pleased. Henson seemed to be conveying some sort of rules or instructions, pointing out herself and Kara. She guessed that he was laying out specifics to ensure they were getting their challenge criteria met. As he talked, the Japanese man gave sharp nods, seemingly pleased by what he was hearing, though his face remained impassive.