Jenna dozed fitfully, her eyes tired from trying to comprehend the horrendous set of rules on how to be a good and proper slut slave for other Edge members. The more she read and understood just what this thing was, the more she realized that she was going to be doing a whole lot more than just blowjobs. Everything about Edge seemed designed to humiliate the enslaved players, while at the same time rewarding them greatly for debasing themselves and conforming to an existence of uncertainty and degradation. There were rules that governed day-to-day life, as well as in-game life, covering everything from how they were allowed to dress to the frequency of masturbation, and even the method by which masturbation was allowed.
The belts, she learned, were even more sinister than she already knew. The things contained suites of sensors, monitoring vitals, arousal levels, and streaming the data back to the Edge servers so that they could be manipulated in real-time. She also found mention of new “accessories” that became available at higher ranks. The exact nature of these was not explained in detail, in order to preserve the uncertainty and mystery, but Jenna’s imagination conjured up all sorts of horrors.
Already exhausted from the trials of the day, Jenna was nearly asleep when her Haloes alerted her to a call from Kara. She sat up, wiping her bleary eyes and accepted the call. The ghostly avatar of her keyholder appeared in her room, dressed in a slinky, short black dress that exposed her lean legs and cleavage.
“Hello?” Jenna said, tiredly.
“Hey. I’m finished up, so I’m going to head home and prep my brother for your arrival. I’m going to share my location with you, so drive over as soon as you can.”
“Okay. And, Kara?”
“Hm?”
“Thanks.”
The avatar grinned, and then faded away. A moment later, a message appeared in her Haloes, stating, “Kara is sharing her location with you.”
Dressed in a banded top that hugged her tits magnificently, hard nipples fully on display, and a short denim skirt, Jenna snuck down the stairs, avoiding her family who she could hear watching TV in the living room. She quietly left the house, easing the door shut, before pulling out of the drive and following the HUD in her Haloes to Kara’s home.
“You have reached your destination,” Erin said in her ear, when she pulled into Kara’s drive. Okay, the Haloes weren’t the worst part of Edge, she decided, and walked to the door. Kara opened it as she approached, ushering her into the house. Kara’s home was an open-concept two-story, clean and tidy. Her keyholder put her finger to her lips, making Jenna wince at the reminder of why she was here. Not that she needed the reminder. Her heart thudded against her ribcage as she imagined getting to her knees in front of a stranger and allowing him use of her mouth for the rewards of rank and money. She was a hooker.
As they climbed the steps, Jenna’s trepidation increased, but the cloudy feeling from the Obsequium filled her mind with a sexy fog that left her mouth salivating at the thought of doing something dirty. The war of emotions and feelings in her body never seemed to go away, and they played havoc with her every thought. She’d never imagined that she could feel simultaneously disgusted by her own actions, but also highly turned on by them.
Kara turned to her and said, “Don’t be scared. It’s easy, and Lucas is nice. He’s not going to hurt you.”
Jenna nodded. Kara knocked on the door.
“Come in,” came a muffled call from beyond.
Kara opened the door and Jenna followed her in. Lucas sat on the edge of his bed, grinning playfully as he took in Jenna’s hard nipples, her bare tummy, and the smooth legs under the small skirt. Jenna trembled at the hungry appraisal of her body, her pussy damp and tingling from the increased teasing from the belt.
“Hey, honey,” Lucas said, “so, it sounds like you got the bad end of a bet?”
Jenna nodded and said, “Yeah. Guess I’m not much of a gambler.”
Lucas chuckled and replied, “Well, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m glad you lost.”
Jenna flushed and smiled, shuffling her feet cutely. She looked at Kara, who tapped her eyes, reminding Jenna that this needed to be recorded for her challenge.
“Can you give me just a second?” Jenna asked, and Lucas nodded his head.
Jenna stepped from the room, breathed once, deeply, then said, “Erin, start a recording.”
A recording indicator winked in at the corner of her vision. Jenna swiped up the challenge screen, located her active challenge, and tapped, “Begin Challenge.”
A blue tint filled the sides of her vision, and the challenge screen faded. She turned back to the room and went in. Kara and Lucas watched her expectantly as she approached, then stood in front of her keyholder’s grinning brother. Kara stepped behind her, and she felt the girl’s arms around her waist, caressing her bare belly and making her gasp. Kara kissed the side of her neck, and whispered, “Just go with it. It will be so sexy, baby. I’m going to watch you suck my big brother’s cock for him.”
Jenna trembled at the dirty words, and then Kara’s fingers found the hem of her top and tugged at it, making Jenna moan as the girl exposed her breasts to a man for the first time. Lucas gave a surprised, throaty grunt as his sister cupped Jenna’s breasts and squeezed them gently, nuzzling her face against her neck and kissing softly. Kara guided her to her knees in front of him.
“Pull his cock out,” Kara instructed as she played with Jenna’s body.
Her hands shaking, Jenna reached for the catch on Lucas’ shorts, unsnapping them and then tugging at the zipper. The boy was breathing hard as Jenna’s hands reached up to his waistband. He raised his hips and let her tug the shorts down his legs, and then she repeated the motion with his boxers. His hard pole sprung free, bobbing in front of Jenna’s eyes. She watched it, her mouth opening, her tongue darting out to lick her already wet lips.
“Go on, baby,” Kara instructed, “take that dick in your hand and feel it. You want to suck on it, don’t you?”
Jenna reached out and wrapped her fingers around the warm tool, giving it an experimental squeeze, feeling the odd, fleshy harness of it. She glanced up at the boy’s eyes, shining w