Freya's New Slaves
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Chapter 3
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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.
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In her desperation, Selia had not even realized that the light had turned off. She screamed and cried, beating her fists against the unyielding door before she broke down and curled up on the floor. When she finally calmed down, she realized that she was in utter darkness. Fearful the young woman then cowered in a corner for long minute after long minute. Like her mother in the night before she felt the sorcery lurking in the very architecture of the citadel. She could not shake the feeling that something else was in here with her. Or was it? Whenever she listened for any signs the presence vanished, leaving only emptiness.
Time lost its meaning. Was she alone for ten minutes, or had it been a few days already? She tried to rest, but every bit of sleep was filled with nightmares. Hazy flashbacks to her own rape, visions of carnage and slaughter. Every time she woke up, she said a prayer. But the words sounded hollow. In times like these prayers were meant to lift one’s spirits, to keep the Emperors light burning within one’s heart. To shield it against the forces of evil. At least that was what the confessors back home had said.
But it did not work. Soon she had to wonder if she had already been tainted. “She cried and begged, but she liked it well enough. Soon both of you will beg me to fuck you” Those were Freya’s words after she made her Mother cum, and Selia feared the heretic mutant might be right. Perhaps her faith had always been in question. Perhaps she had always been this weak. Even if she could flee from here: Would there still be salvation for her in the Emperors light?
Thoughts like these made the time in the cell even worse. She wanted to scream for help, but somehow she knew it would be pointless. So she waited and hoped for Freya’s return. Even though it meant more pain and violation.
When the light finally came back Selia screamed in shock. Without warning the door slammed open. Freya strode in, now wearing a kind of military uniform, still showing her impressive cleavage. Her pants were tight and sported a prominent codpiece that made no secret of her true nature like the loincloth did. She looked down upon her naked slave, huddled in the corner. “That is no way to greet your mistress, now is it girl?” Her voice sounded friendly, especially after the time Selia had spent alone in the cell. Unsure about what to do she looked up, and the tail of Freya’s whip struck directly above her head. “Get out of that corner and kneel before me!” the warrior barked, and after a shriek, Selia hurried to obey.
“Good. Now put your hands behind your head, chin up, chest out! Knees further apart!” Freya walked around the girl, inspecting her. “You will assume this position every time I enter the room. Is that understood?” “Y- Yes, Mistress!” Selia was under no illusion that to fail even just once would bring harsh punishment. She bit her lip and tried to remain calm as Freya dropped to one knee beside her and groped her breasts. She endured the hands roaming across her body. Her Mistress took hold of her wrist and guided Selia’s hand down to her crotch. “Go on, finger yourself for me” Freya commanded with a wicked smile on her lips.
Selia obeyed, clumsily rubbing her clit, swallowing the shame that it was causing her. But as she felt the slightest shiver of pleasure from touching herself her resolve broke. She backed away from Freya, fleeing back into the corner. Freya stood and said: “Very well” Seemingly more disappointed than angry. She fetched a pair of iron manacles that lay prepared at the door. Selia was sobbing, pressing the heels of her hands to her temples. She offered little resistance though as she was shackled and dragged outside. As they passed Muriel’s cell the girl saw that the door was wide open.
As they entered back into Freya’s main chamber it took all of Selia’s self-restraint not to try and escape from Freya’s grip. The bench on which Selia was buggered last night had been removed. In its place stood a low sturdy table upon which Muriel was bound. Her hands and feet had been locked into wooden stocks. So she had to keep her head on the tabletop and her ass high up. Deliberately at the appropriate height for Freya to fuck her. A massive bit gag, almost too big to fit behind her teeth, had been forced into her mouth.
Selia was walked past the naked woman and forced down on her knees in front of a column. Tears streamed down her face at the sight of her mother, but she obeyed. She had to lift her arms so Freya could bind the manacles to the column. A short chain, fastened to the floor was hooked to her collar. She could now neither lay down or stand up. From here she could look into Muriel’s eyes and recoiled at the pain and horror she saw there.
Freya had turned away. The walls of her chambers were littered with weapons and trophies. Seemingly without system items had been placed wherever there was room. Knives and swords hung alongside leering alien skulls. Imperial medals had been pinned to what seemed to be flaps of human skin. The peaked cap of a commissar sat atop a broken skull. Most likely what was left of its former owner. The only part of the collection that was orderly arranged was a suit of power armor on a stand beside the bed.
As Selia could no longer bear to look at her mother she anxiously observed what Freya was doing. The cold shiver of fear ran down her back as she realized many obvious instruments of torture were placed on the walls too. Right now her mistress had taken a long riding crop off its rack and tested the flex. Pleased she turned back and sauntered back towards Selia, the crop loosely held at her side. She obviously enjoyed the girls fear, flashing her a mean smile.
As she passed Muriel however she stopped and raised her arm. Without warning, she beat the crop across the woman’s ass leaving an angry red mark. Her teeth sunk into the wood of her gag as she let out a blood-curdling scream. The mistress waited a few seconds for the worst of the pain to abate before she struck again. Muriel desperately fought against her bonds, wanting to get away from the lashes. She only ended up hurting herself more. Ten of these strokes she had to endure before Freya left her alone. All the while she screamed her lungs out, drowning out Selia’s crying and begging.
Finally, Freya stopped, leaving the woman panting and sobbing. She came over to Selia and gently lifted her chin up with the crop. “Look at me!” she commanded, and asked: “Do you understand what that was for?” The girl looked up with teary eyes and nodded. Of course, she did. When she disobeyed in the cell she had known that punishment would come, but she had not expected it to be this harsh. “Yes, mistress” she whispered. She yelped as she felt a light hit with the crop on her breast. “Speak loud and clear when you address me!” “Yes, mistress!” The warrior crouched down beside Selia and looked over to Muriel. “If you fail to do as I say I will have to resort to harder measures, or maybe punish you both for every transgression. You two have to understand that I am still merciful with you” she explained. Selia stared at her, clearly unbelieving. What about the time they had spent here could be called merciful? “I know you don’t get it yet but think back to the slave market girl. Surely you have seen worse there than what you have endured?”
At the mention of the markets, images sprung up in Selia’s mind. She had tried not to think about that cruel place. A young woman tortured merely to entertain the crowd. A man whipped to death. A row of slaves impaled on wooden stakes and a thousand other horrors. Life had no inherent value to these people. Selia’s value was measured in how much pleasure she could bring her mistress. Aside from that, she was a piece of meat. Yes, it could have been much worse.
She looked sidelong at her mistress, eyes wide with fear. Freya’s gaze was ice cold, devoid of any compassion. Selia believed she would be able to inflict all those horrors on them without a second thought. With that came the realization that all she and Muriel could do to avoid that was to keep their owner happy. But would they be able to endure the perverted games?