The reward money from her delivery, Jenna transferred to the account of a rank eleven submissive named Tammy, who went by the user name Pet_Me_Plz. The girl was a down-on-her-luck brunette with some serious self-worth issues, who was one of the few girls that actually loved Edge right from the first home invasion. The girl chattered excitedly about it on their drive over to a gangbang at the lavish home of some wealthy tycoon, in which Jenna would play fluffer for fourteen men as they railed Tammy.
Her choice from the motor pool was a dark blue EV convertible, equipped with full self-driving and an onboard AI that connected to her Haloes. The motor pool description had specified that the vehicle, also, came equipped with an anti-hunt evasion package, but Jenna had not yet taken time to explore those features. She stashed the car in a rented garage, which she had no problem affording, now that she was keeping herself busy with challenges. Each time she looked at the vehicle, though, she thought about Harmony, the dog girl, and she resolved to put the car to use fighting against WAT.
At rank twenty-two, now, she was ascending rapidly, but floundering whenever she thought about where her plan was going. Gathering the girls was working. Their little clique had grown to include forty girls, who were all working together to breeze through challenges, reap rewards and gain rank. Jenna opened a new account as a war chest, which the girls could donate to, if they chose. The majority of her earnings went into the account, but she still didn’t have a real purpose for it.
The lack of an endgame, a real strategy to fight was still lacking. WAT wasn’t the only group of savages out there. Edge had a global reach, encompassing dozens of countries. No one, as far as she knew, was doing what she was, though. In browsing the LFG listings from other locations, she’d learned that the majority of the girls were all doing this alone. There were tiny groups, consisting of two to four girls that worked together frequently, but nothing like their band.
The first indication she had that her own movement was spreading came in the form of a message in her Haloes from a rank sixteen dominatrix named Leashya. The girl had found them in the challenge pool and, tired of going it alone, decided to physically relocate to join their group of stalwart sluts. She’d arrived just this morning, and now sat in the back seat of Jenna’s car to complete Nope, in which she’d deny two of the men from today’s group any form of orgasm while they watched their friends gangbang Pet_Me_Plz. The girl was, currently, writhing in the back seat on the brink of orgasm from her belt, a vibrating plug in her ass and clamps on her exposed nipples. Jenna was completely unfazed by this fact.
Later today, Jenna and Kara would meet up to work out a long-term strategy with an exhibitionist named Leanna, who was a law student that had dedicated herself to learning the entirety of the Edge rulebook in and out. Drinking Obsequium, her belt at a low tease, Jenna knew that WAT was going to come for her. For all of them. Edge might be a misogynistic shitshow, but it did have an odd sense of balance, if one knew how to play. They just needed to learn how to win.
Jenna spent the next two hours on her knees servicing a line of strange men. Offering strangers her mouth for the sole purpose of hardening their cocks up, while the belt jolted her over-excited cunt seemed like just another day. As each man pushed his rigid pole between her lips, Jenna fucked them with her eyes, by now her well-trained tongue able to distinguish between a man on the verge of cumming and one who was simply close. When she knew that they were near the point of no return, she’d learned to back off and caress their engorged nuts, fondling them softly while she kept them excited with dirty talk that she’d adopted from Kara.
Leashya proved a deft hand at her class, as well, Jenna noted as she watched the girl work. Her two feminized charges were quivering and nearly in tears after the first hour of the girl teasing their rope-bound cocks and balls, while they drooled around gag balls. Their torment was punctuated by screams of pain when the girl applied little shock to their nipples from her Wand of Torment.
It was indescribably hot watching the girl turn the two of them into blathering mounds of jelly, wholly focused on the pain and pleasure she inflicted. In between rounds of vigorous cocksucking, Jenna’s attention pivoted between the moaning, filth-spewing slut being pounded into a writhing mass of orgasmic pleasure, and the leather-clad beauty utterly demeaning and control her helpless slaves.
Brushing saliva from her chin, Jenna watched Leashya, on her back on the floor, tease the men’s purple and swollen cockheads with her feet, giggling and telling, “If you fucking cum, I’m going to cage your little pecker for a month, bitches.”
Another man pulled his spit-covered tool from her mouth, stuffed it into Pet_Me_Plz’s recently vacated fuckhole, and Jenna watched the girl wrap her legs around his waist. The man piledrived her welcoming cunt until he pasted her channel with the load that Jenna had worked up for her.
Another man left a wet, sticky smear of precum and spit across Jenna’s forehead, just before he flipped Pet_Me_Plz onto her back and drove himself into her rectum, making the girl squeal and cum. Jenna had a brief glimpse of Leashya sitting behind one of her slaves, her hand on his throat, the other jerking his swollen cock while she spewed filth into his ear, “I know, baby,” she said, “you just want pussy so fucking bad, don’t you? See how all those men with real cocks get to fuck pussy? It feels so good! What if I let you cum in him, instead?” she asked, nodding toward her other slave, whose abused cock she stroked with her foot, “Would you cum in his mouth like a little sissy?”
The slave shook his head and the girl picked up the pace on his cock, saying, “No? You can cum in my hand, but then I’ll lock your pathetic dicky up for a month and coat it with itching powder first,” the man vigorously shook his head, and as the next guy in line fucked his penis into Jenna’s mouth, she could still hear Leashya going on, “Tell you what. Whichever of you wants to avoid getting their cock locked up with itching powder has to cum in the other one. In their asshole. Which of you is gonna be a little butt-humping faggot for me?”
Though the words were garbled by the gags, Jenna was certain that both of them agreed. By this point, she wasn’t sure if she had sucked off each of the men at least once, or if they were coming back for a second turn. She felt cock-drunk and the fuck-fog had taken over. The belt had turned her always wet pussy into a gushing mess that seemed like the only important thing in her life, and everywhere she looked was some manner of perversion that only made her hotter.
By the time the entire sordid affair was over, Jenna couldn’t think straight. She meandered out of the house, yearning for release, but she had no key and no one had offered to use her ass. She let Pet_Me_Plz drive them to their new “headquarters,” and begged Leashya to make her cum from her ass. Out of reflex, she accepted a challenge called Public Display of Affection, which required her to achieve an anal orgasm in public at the hands of another girl. Having the top down on the convertible, and repeated anal orgasms as they drove, fulfilled the criteria. She added $500 to her account for the low-level challenge. Leashya sent the Halo recording to her, to post to her OnlyFans account later that night.
The immediate edge taken off, the three of them parked in the back of a small, disused building that had once been an adult novelty store. The place had been Kara’s idea, and they’d both agreed that it was a fitting location. The “Closed” sign permanently hung on the locked front door, while the blacked-out windows provided privacy. Jenna let them in through the back, where a few of the other girls’ cars were parked.
Cleaning the inside of the place had taken a lot of work. Fortunately, their little sisterhood had taken to the idea with determination. The empty front of the storefront had been converted into a plush little lounge, complete with couches, TV, a well-stocked fridge, and was decorated in a pastiche of styles that reflected the personality of the eclectic gathering of women.
The back of the place contained a stock room, where they stored other supplies. There had been a great deal of inventory left over from the previous tenant, which had been eagerly put to use by the girls. The store’s office, they’d converted into a cute little bedroom, which was constantly in need of clean sheets from the excessive use of the queen bed they’d jammed into it.
In the lounge, Jenna found Karalingus and Lusteanna at a table they’d set up, while two exhausted sluts napped on the couches, half naked.
“Erin,” she said, “Send the car back to the garage.”
In her Haloes, a tracker showed her the convertible putting its top up and navigating away from the building on auto-pilot. She grinned at the cool factor and decided that this, too, was not the worst thing ab