Train her as a whore

“It would be a shame if The Traveller did have a bag of Reality Marbles, he wouldn’t ever get the chance to use them though. Because he’s dead you little dumb slut.”

I wave my hand and the snot and tears on Jester’s face vanish, then her form is picked up and held rigid in front of me. I reach out and inspect her slowly, groping her D cup breasts, stroking my hand over her flat stomach muscles and then arriving between her legs and sliding one finger gently between her pussy lips. An involuntary moan is wrung from her mouth as I keep rubbing my finger between her soft shaven pussy lips.

Reaching up, I take a hold of one of Jester’s horns and pull her face down to mine with a cruel smirk on my face.

“I’ll need to show the population of the world that really, they are much better off now I’ve won. One of the ways I can do that is by providing entertainment. And I can’t think of a better entertainment than whores.”

I slap her hard across the face. As the door slowly swings open behind me.

“I could train you to be a whore on my own, but of course we both know you know one already. So let’s have her train you whilst I observe...”

I could see the dawning realisation and horror in Jester’s eyes as the door swung open fully and stood in the doorway, clad in skintight leather which left her large tits and hairless pussy exposed, was Marian Lavore. Jester’s mother.