Freya's New Slaves
Copyright© 2026 by AdmiralPiet
Chapter 1
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A shemale warrior of chaos aquires herself some slaves. Mother and daugther are quickly introduced to their new life of pain and sexual servitude on the demon world of Karadan.
Caution: This Science Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult NonConsensual Rape Slavery Hermaphrodite Futanari Science Fiction Demons BDSM DomSub Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture Gang Bang Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Lactation Oral Sex Sex Toys
Light inside Urgat’s warehouse was dim. Two flickering electro-candles illuminated a small space near the door, the rest was shrouded in shadows. Though it posed no problem for Freya’s superior eyesight. Dozens of cages filled the room, almost all holding slaves. Urgat remained at the door, flanked by his two slave-handlers, and waited as Freya strolled in. The trader always kept some treasures in the back of his shop, for the special customers. Customers like Freya.
There was no system to the warehouse. Some other slavers catered to a very narrow clientele or neatly categorized their goods. Urgat however bought and sold whatever he thought might be profitable. So Freya looked around, letting her gaze wander over the mostly naked flesh in the cages. There was a well-toned young man who surely could provide some fun. A few cages further down a chubby blonde girl, with huge breasts. Alltogether dozens of flavors to choose from. As she considered her options however she saw something out of the corner of her eye.
She walked over to an uncomfortably small cage and crouched down. Fearful blue eyes looked back at her. The woman occupying the cage was a beauty. The flimsy rags she wore did little to hide her curves and she seemed very fit, with powerful thighs on her. But what had caught Freya’s gaze first were those amazing eyes. Bright and perfect like blue topaz. And in the next cage she found the same set of eyes again.
The other woman was younger and a little less voluptuous, but of the same striking beauty. Twenty years of age perhaps, not much more. Her mother was about twice that. Freya showed the two slaves a predatory smile, and they recoiled in fear. A hot wave of pleasure ran through Freyas body as she imagined what she would do to these two. It was always so much more fun to play with slaves who were related to one another.
“Found anything you like?”
Urgat had walked up beside her, grinning broadly. This deal was almost safe.
Freya rose back to her feet and looked back at the hunched little man. “Bring them out into the light. I want a closer look”.
He snapped his fingers. “You heard her boys!”
The two massive slave-handlers behind moved at once. Both were the complete opposite of their boss: Tall, with broad shoulders, wearing only leather hoods and revealing loincloths. Unholy symbols had been carved into their flesh with glowing hot knives. Urgat thankfully hid most of his decayed body underneath expensive robes. The two men quickly opened the cages and pulled the slaves out. They struggled a bit, but otherwise didn’t fuss. Perhaps they had seen what could be done to slaves that did not behave.
Both women were dragged into the light, each held by one of the huge handlers. Both of them stared at Freya, clearly intimidated. Freya was tall, more than 1.8 meters, even without the heels on her boots. The dark red hair was cut short on the right side of the skull and several piercings adorned her. Scant clothes revealed a muscular physique. The top, made from leather and silver chainmail, could barely contain her massive boobs. The heavy breasts of the slaves looked small in comparison. Aside from that she wore a heavy metal-plated belt with a chainmail loincloth that exposed her big muscular thighs. Little did the slaves know what that loincloth concealed.
The slaves were as beautiful in the light as in the shadows. Nature had blessed them with well-shaped big tits and wide hips. A life as peasants had given them a fair amount of muscle mass, especially on the legs. Jet black hair reached down to their lower backs. Unlike some other slavers Urgat made sure his goods were in good condition for sale. So their hair was clean and glossy.
Freya stepped towards the younger slave and unceremoniously ripped off the rags she wore. As the girl shrieked her mother tried to worm out of the handlers grip and started to plead. “Please, let my daughter go, I will do whatever...”
She was met with a backhanded swipe by Freya. “Shut up!” the amazon commanded and the slave cowered before her gaze.
Freya felt up the shivering girls soft breasts and her firm ass, then proceeded to do the same with her mother. She decided she would soon squeeze some milk from her heavy breasts. The older woman bit her lip as Freya’s hands roamed across her naked body. Tears ran down her face.
“Farm girls” Urgat chimed in “Didn’t bother to remember the the name of the agri-world they are from. But as you can see, they are fit and healthy” He paused a moment for effect.
“The girl is a virgin” Freya had very much hoped to hear that. Urgat managed to procure an uncanny lot of virgins, which was not that easy on the slave markets of Karadan. Many slaves were raped half to death before they even arrived on the planet.
As his prospective buyer groped the ass of the slave he dropped his main selling point. “To the best of my knowledge both have yet to take it up the ass!”
Freya’s eyes lit up but before she could comment on that the slave in her grip wanted to plead once more. She was slapped again before the first word was out though. “Hold her tighter!” Freya ordered and the handler gripped her by the hair. Half a dozen hard slaps hit the slaves face, shutting her up again.
“How much?” the warrior asked after she waited for a few seconds to see if the slave would behave now. “20 gold snakes for both”. Freya looked down at the trader with disdain. Urgat loved to haggle, but Freya did not. She could have bought a thousand slaves at that prize, but she saw no reason to pay that much more than she had to. “Don’t insult me Urgat!” She growled “Name me an acceptable price or I walk out of here!”
One could almost hear the merchant think. He tried to decide on the highest price he could get away with. Freya did not make empty threats. She obviously wanted these two badly, but she would not be bullied into buying by someone like him. “14 gold snakes” he said finally. That was still quite steep but acceptable, and Freya knew no other slavers offerings would satisfy her today. So she said: “Done!”
She turned away from the slaves to pay for her purchase.
The purse had barely landed in the slave-traders hand and he was already counting the coins. Freya could only roll her eyes at that. As if she, Captain of Lady Sokaras personal guard, would have a need to deceive a lowly merchant like him. In fact he should have been happy she always came back to him, despite his tendency to overprice the goods. On the other hand she had to admit: She had never had reason to complain about what he sold to her.
“Everything in order, Urgat?” she asked. The bald hunched man looked up. Not into her eyes though but into her massive cleavage. Of course he knew that the tall warrior before him would crush every bone he had if he ever did more than to stare.
“Yes, yes. All in order, yes” he replied “Always a pleasure making business with you. The boys will have your purchase ready in a few moments”
As the slaves were fitted with collars and leashes the older one tried once again to annoy her new mistress. “Please, take just me ... leave my girl alone ... please ... please” Tears streamed down her face, and she surely realized that her heartbreaking pleas would only bring her more misery. But love for her daughter compelled her to try anyway.
“You got a punishment gag for her?” Freya asked the trader who answered with a dirty grin. A servant was sent to get the device and returned only seconds later. He held a large rubber dildo with leather straps attached to its spherical end. “This one is on the house” Urgat announced.
“Very generous of you.”
Freya walked over to the slaves. The handlers already held the older woman in an iron grip and forced her mouth open. She struggled as she realized what would happen next. “You should have shut up when you were told” one of the handlers growled as Freya began to insert the gag. The daughter cut in with a tearful voice and pleaded for them not to hurt her mother. Her efforts too were met with a backhanded swipe.
“Shut up girl, or you get the same treatment!” Freya snapped. The girl bit her lower lip and tears rolled down her cheeks, but she remained silent. Her mother’s eyes now widened as the rubber phallus was shoved down her throat. She bucked in the handlers grip as it was mercilessly forced into her. Once the fat end was behind her teeth the straps were brutally tightened. She collapsed to the floor after the handlers released her, shuddering and grunting in discomfort.
“Up!” Freya commanded “Get on your feet at once!”
When nothing happened she grabbed the whimpering slave by the hair and pulled hard.
“Up I said! Last chance to do so, or I’ll whip your daughter!”
A few moments later the slave stood on her feet.
Freya smiled broadly. This reaction was what she had hoped for. It was always such fun to use the love slaves felt for each other to make them do what she wanted.
“Listen well whores: If one of you fails to obey me the other gets punished. You understand?”
The mother nodded desperately while looking up at Freya through a blur of tears. The daughter hung her head and simply said: “Yes”
“Oh, that’s another thing you have to learn” Freya said and stepped up to the girl. “You address me as mistress! Always!” She grapped the slaves nipples and brutally pinched and twisted them.
“Yes ... yes, mistress. I will obey!” she squealed.
“Now look at me!” the mistress commanded them “You will serve this body. My pleasure is your life now!”
“Yes mistress.” the young one said and Freya smiled at her.
“A quick learner? Excellent! We will have a wonderful time together.” With that she grabbed the leashes attached to the slave collars and led them outside.
“Thanks Urgat. You may expect me again!”
The slaves stumbled out of the dark warehouse onto the streets of Karadan. During daytime the sky above the daemon-world was of a deep red colour. No clouds today, just the maddening swirls of the warp and the soul burning wound of a corrupted sun. Left and right buildings rose up to the sky, all dark and intimidating. The markets were a maze, no plan to the layout of the streets. Bridges and tunnels connected the buildings in crazy arrangements. And everything was bustling with activity. Both slaves backed off in shock, but their new owner yanked on their leashes.
“Come on you bitches! I wanna have some fun!” Freya said and set a fast pace. Especially the mother was struggling to follow. With the punishment gag impaling her face she had difficulty to breathe. But she managed to keep up with Freyas long strides. Obviously she realized that her daughter would pay if she did not.
So they followed the amazonian warrior through the nightmarish markets. Almost everything you could probably need could be found here. Simple food rations or high class wine. Craftsmen and Artists, Mercenaries and Weapons. There was no shortage of slaves. Captured by hunters and totally untrained like the two Freya had bought, or purebred lustslaves with ancestral charts twenty generations long. Worker slaves where mass produced and treated like cattle. Within minutes the trio passed a whipped and crucified woman who begged for mercy, a male slave being raped by a muscle packed handler and a slavegirl getting tortured in a kind of public theater to amuse the crowds. Freya reveled in it. The sounds, the scents, the pheromones and the feel of terror above it all. While her two slaves were now crying out of pure desperation. They had arrived in hell, and they knew it.
The eight pointed star of Chaos was all over the place, as well as many other heretical symbols. Like the two headed snake on Freya’s shoulder. They were displayed on banners, carved into building walls, sewn onto uniforms and burned into flesh. Many passersby gave them dirty looks. Freya seemed to enjoy that. She crisscrossed her steps to emphasize her hip sway and make her tits bounce with every step. Not only the slaves were naked here, many of the free people wore little to nothing. They displayed their bodies proudly, even their mutations. Depraved whores called for attention with obscene displays when they passed by a brothel. Freya’s slaves cast their eyes down and tried to shut it all out
After a while they left the markets behind and entered a large plaza. In front of them a fortress rose to the sky. For two women from an agri-world it was vast beyond sanity. Each of the outer bastions alone was larger than any building the slaves had ever seen. Rank upon rank of black walls and battlements lay before them. All of them studded with canons and mortars. The soldiers on the walkways were simply lost among the huge emplacements. Tall and sleek towers reached up into the sky like wicked blades but were dwarfed by the central orbital spire. From the distance the women could not make out the hellish sceneries of the reliefs that covered all the walls.
But there was way more to the dark fortress’ terror than size alone. Dark powers inhabited the very structure and evil lived within. Freya pulled her balking slaves toward a military checkpoint nearby. The soldiers manning it respectfully saluted. An APC was waiting for Freya to bring her back to the fortress. As Captain of the Guard she had authority over many units of the regular soldiers.
“Take a good look. This is your new home” Freya told the slaves before she harshly shoved them into the APC.
Mother and daughter could not see how they passed the black maws of the outer gates, but they felt it. A shadow fell upon the soul that drained all hope away. After a while the vehicle stopped. From the APC they were shoved into a dark tunnel, then into a lift. The soldiers left there, leaving both women with Freya in the small cabin. Both were shivering now, just short of collapsing.
Freya had said nothing since they had entered the military vehicle, only smiled cruelly as she thought about what was to come.
The lift finally stopped and opened onto a dark hallway. Every centimeter of the walls was finely carved or covered in heavy tapestries. The quality of the art was simply superb but the motives made both slaves blush. Prudish as they were even the more conventional sexual acts that were depicted made them uncomfortable. Ashamed both looked down, only to see more perversion in the floors inlaid work.
Further down the hallway they passed two broad shouldered women, clad in perfectly crafted plate armour that highlighted the forms of their bodies rather than concealing it. Freya walked up on one of the amazons and greeted her with a deep kiss.
“No visitors today” she ordered quietly “I don’t want to get disturbed unless it is really urgent”
“As you wish captain!”
The woman knew from experience that she had to be careful in her judgement of what was considered urgent. A wrong call might earn her a harsh whipping.