Freya's New Slaves
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Chapter 4
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
Freya leaned back and let herself sink into the soft pillows and furs, savoring the feel of her slave’s tongue sliding along her cock. After Selia had licked her clean Freya switched the slaves. Now Muriel was freed of her bonds and joined her mistress on the bed. Lying between her spread legs she was ordered to give pleasure by hand and mouth. As the one slave worked, she looked over to her other possession. Selia had been tied tightly. Her legs were held wide apart by a spreader bar and shackled to the floor. Bent forward, her wrists bound to the top beam of a A-frame, she presented her shapely ass to more debauchery. She wore a leather collar and a broad belt around her waist. Additional chains leading from collar and belt to floor and chains further limited her movement, the collar easily chocking her. A tight, overly large ball-gag in her mouth made her drool constantly.
The girl was positioned so she had a perfect view of her mother, serving her mistress. Freya gasped as Muriels teeth dragged over her shaft. The woman was just too talented to be just a chaste housewife. Perhaps she indeed had worked as a whore before? Or, considering how she came while being raped she truly was a slut. Freya resolved to find out later. “Take it in your mouth!” Freya moaned. The slave obeyed at once, and – eager to please – took the cock in as deep as it would go. Naturally, she was disgusted by it, but Freya had given her the right kind of motivation. She would go a long way to save her daughter even the tiniest bit of pain. She gagged a little, struggling with Freya’s size. “I expect more from you, whore” the mistress chided “But we will have taken care of that soon enough”
At that moment someone knocked on the main door. Freya arched her back and moaned, sounding somewhat frustrated, but called “Come in!” Muriel could hear the fall of heavy boots. Freya made her stop what she was doing by pulling on her hair, commanding: “Stay where you are!” “Yes Mistress!” Freya shoved her roughly to the side as she made to leave the bed. Now Muriel could see the newcomer, just stepping into the light. It was a woman, as tall as Freya, with blonde hair and emerald green eyes. Heretic scripture had been tattooed on her left cheek. She was wearing rather simple combat. It reminded Muriel of Imperial Guard or PDF, but more ragged and with the cursed symbols of the archenemy stitched on the fabric. Not only was she as tall as Freya, but of similar build as well. The buttons on the jacket were visibly straining to keep her bust contained.
Freya got up and greeted her with a wild kiss. The slaves were forgotten for a moment as the two kissed and caressed ach other. It was then that Muriel noticed the ominous bulge in the blonde womans pants, even though they sat loose. Apparently, she was no real woman either, but another shemale mutant. The slave teared up at the realization, knowing that her life only got worse. The newcomer fell to her knees, gently stroking Freyas cock. “I started to miss you” she cooed, but Freya only rolled her eyes. “You are insatiable, you know that?” “I do, its one of the reasons you love me” She got back up and gazed longingly at the two slaves. A wicked smile played around her lips.
“Listen here, slave bitches!” Freya barked, “This is my second-in-command, Caelyn. The two of us share all things, that means she owns you as much as I do. Serve her well or you will be sorry! Understood?” Muriel hung her head but acknowledged the question. Selia did too, or at least tried with the gag in her mouth. Caelyn sat down on the bed and took her boots off. Quickly she undressed fully. More tatoos became visible as she did so. Her skin was darker than Freya’s and her muscles a bit less pronounced. When the pants came off another shock awaited the slaves. Her cock was of similar size as that of her Commander, but looked a lot less human. It reminded both women sickeningly of a horses penis.
Caelyn smiled at Muriel, seemingly ready to pounce on the slave. “Do you like what you see?” She came closer to the bed “We will have a lot of fun, you and I” she purred “But I have to warn you: It takes quite a lot to satisfy me” Muriel flinched and shrinked back. The hunger in Caelyn’s eyes filled her with fear...
“Hold it right there!” Freya said and stepped beside Caelyn. “You will have a taste of the young one first. But before that...” She let her voice trail off and held up the punishment gag. Understanding each other with just a glance both shemales moved at once. A few seconds later Muriel thrashed in Caelyn’s iron grip, as Freya forced her mouth open. Knowing the punishment gag all to well she screamed and begged until the hard rubber invaded her throat again. Mercilessly the gag was buckled tight, her wrists and ankles shackled. Lastly her collar was fixed to the bedpost. Freya squatted down and waited until the shuddering woman calmed down a bit before she grabbed her by the chin and made her look up “Just to make sure you keep calm. Regard this as an opportunity to work on your gag reflex” Freya stood back up “And next time: No screaming or fighting. The young bitch will thank you for it”
Meanwhile Caelyn had walked over to Selia, her cock slowly becoming erect. The girl was terrified as another rape was inevitable, but she could do nothing but shift uncomfortably in her bonds as the shemale felt her up. “Firm buttocks, I like that” Caelyn stood behind the slave, resting her dick between her ass-cheeks. She leaned forward and whispered “You are shivering. I guess you are exited, yes?” The cheerful way in which Caelyn prepared to violate her only terrified the girl more. “Now, which hole would you like me to use?”
Freya walked over to them. In each hand she held a spring-loaded clamp that she unceremoniously snapped onto Selias nipples. She screamed into her gag and tears welled up in her eyes. Caelyn hugged the slave from behind and kneaded her breasts. “Awww, come on, don’t cry. Those clamps are not that bad, and I will make you feel a lot better” she said cheerily as she rubbed her cock on the girls ass. Freya held up her hand and shook her head. “I want you to fuck the cunt hard, not make love to her” Caelyn pouted and feigned displeasure. “Do I really have to? I might need some encouragement, Captain”
Freya smiled broadly, knowing full well what her friend wanted. She went to grab a whip from her impressive collection and showed it to Caelyn. “Would this encourage you, soldier?” The blonde looked at the whip cord, and her eyes lit up. It was very simple thing, made from black rubber, but she could see the faint glinting from thin metal wires ingrained into the material. Knowing what that meant she smiled and said: “It does. You really know how to lift morale”
Caelyn positioned herself, the tip of her cock pushing gently against the slaves’ entrance. The wimpering girl tensed at the touch. “I would advise you to relax, this will hurt a lot as it is” she said, still cheerful. “Enough talk!” Freya shouted and swung the whip. The cord hit across Caelyns muscular shoulders with a loud smacking noise. She rocked her hips and forced most of her member in in one go. Selia screeched into her gag, convulsing, and yanking at her bonds. The shemale threw her head back and moaned like a whore. She could bear the pain from the whiplash alone easily. It was soft enough to not even break through skin, but the electrified wires had been calibrated to stimulate pain receptors. The electric fire burned across her back, sending jolts of lust through her. As she savored the feeling a second lash hit her on the ass.
She pulled back and rammed her cock back in as a third one connected. Now she did as Freya wanted. She fucked her victim relentlessly, hammering into her at a brutal pace. For Selia it was pure horror. Her world was once again reduced to humiliation and pain. She barely registered the nipple clamps anymore. Not with the horrible pain between her legs.
Soon Caelyn slowed down again, to prompt another stroke from Freya. After every minute, that seemed like hours for the poor slavegirl, she repeated it. The lashes would have made most people scream in agony, but she craved them. It made her whole body tingle with lust. Not long after her back was covered with thirty angry red welts, from the shoulders to the thighs. Now she did not slow down anymore, flesh smacking noisily against flesh. As she felt the orgasm coming on, her pierced nipples started to lactate slightly. “Don’t stop now!” she grunted “Beat me more”
Five more times the whip hit her in quick succession. She grabbed the clamps on Selias breasts and ripped them off to make the girl squeeze her more. Then she came. Her eyes rolled back, and she moaned ecstatically. She still slammed into the slave, slowing down as her balls pumped hot semen into her. As it finally stopped, she was soaking wet from sweat and breathed hard
Caeylins cock slid out from Selias hole, and a torrent of cum splattered to the floor. The soldiers eyelids still fluttered as she turned towards Freya. “Gods!” she shouted “That girl is worth a fortune” “And yet I got them both for 14 Gold Snakes. I think this time I cheated Urgat” Freya looked at her second-in-command and grinned broadly. “I hope she has not worn you out already?” “Not at all, Captain!” Caelyn shot back, recovering quickly. Her cum smeared cock was still rock hard and she seemed eager to go on. Her stamina and instability where no small point of pride for her. For Freya to implicate that one orgasm could be enough was bordering on insult. “Then lay down on the bed, I’ll have the other whore mount you”
None of the two shemales paid much attention to Selia. The sobbing girl could barely stand. Only her chocking collar kept her upright. The feeling of hot cum dripping down her thighs made her want to throw up. For Freya and Caelyn the brutal rape was an inconsequential warmup.
Caelyn threw herself to the bed, hissing softly as her whipmarked back connected to the sheets. Freya released Muriel’s ankles and freed her from the bedpost before pulling her up by the hair. The woman had closed her eyes as Selia was raped, unable to look if not being ordered. But she had heard the screams, and the lustful moans. She was steered onto the bed and soon stood over Caelyn. Through a haze of tears, she saw the blonde mistress smiling at her and holding her massive dick upright. “Alright Slave” Freya said “Lets hope the show aroused you, because you will mount that cock, and you will do all the work”
Desperate to please Muriel did as ordered and squatted down. She started rubbing her pussy on the tip of Caelyn’s member to prepare herself. But it was obvious that Freya was impatient and so she forced herself. Despite the pain Muriel moved her hips and slowly took the huge cock, inch, by agonizing inch. At least all the cum provided some lubrication, and she felt her pussy getting wet despite herself. Caelyn relaxed and just enjoyed the situation. Muriel was ordered to move up and down and not even think about stopping or slowing down without being ordered first.
Freya impatiently wandered up and down, glaring at the slave as she impaled herself on Caelyns cock again and again. All the while she stroked her still hard member. What she was waiting for was unclear until, after long minutes, Muriels legs started to tremble. Fear might have kept her going for a while longer, but it was obvious she came close to her limits.
Suddenly Caelyn’s hand shot upwards and took hold of Muriel’s collar and she was pulled down. Now the blonde started to move her hips and Freya got onto the bed. Just as Muriel realized what was about to happen, she felt a new kind of pain. Her anus was stretched wide open and mere moments later she had taken most of Freya’s cock up her ass. She could not even protest as every bit of self-control was needed to breathe and not choke on the gag.
As her mistress started pounding into her Muriel screamed as loud as she could. This was even worse than the violations she had endured already. More painful. More humiliating. “I want you to cum” Freya ordered in between thrusts. Muriel knew that there was no way she could do it. Whatever influence on this hellworld worked on her was still there. But taken in both holes, with the rubber gag invading her throat it was impossible.
Freya had realized that too, but she wanted to torment her slave further. “If you do we will leave the young one alone for today” she said, her voice laden with cruel amusement “If you do not Caelyn will take her again and she gets fifteen lashes with the electrowhip” Despite the intense indignity of cuming while being raped, she now had no choice but to try. As the two shemales worked on her she tried to think of every past sexual experience she had in her life in the desperate hope to reach an orgasm. Hands wandered over her body, groping and scratching.
It was to now avail, and she was running out of time. Both her rapists were sweating profusely, breathing hard. Their thrusts came faster and harder now. Nails digging into Muriels ass and breasts, making her scream once again. And then she lost. Freya and Caelyn came together, filling Muriel up with hot sticky cum. As the two cathed their breath, Muriel was sobbing unconsolably. No amount of begging would ever make Freya rethink the punishment.
The two cocks slid out of her and she was thrown to the side. Caelyn got out of bed quick, coming for Selia. “May I take her ass now, Captain?” she asked, barely holding her excitement back. “Do as you wish” Freya said and rolled over on her back. “Come here slave!” she barked at Muriel “Ride me like you did Caelyn. And be quick about it!” With her hands still bound behind her back Muriel frantically struggled to follow the order.
Caelyn stood in front of Selia, whose eyes were wide with fear. The shemale leaned in close, sniffing. Like Freya the smell of fear made her horny. She unbuckled the huge ball gag and took it out of the slavegirls mouth. “That’s better now isn’t it” she asked kindly and with a smile on her lips. When Selia did not answer immediately she slapped her and yelled “Answer me you cunt!” “Yes, mistress, it is, mistress” she managed to say with difficulty. After hours with the gag in she could barely move her jaw.
“Good, good.” Caelyn answered, at once her overly friendly self again “Now, if you don’t want me to use a punishment gag on you too, don’t fight me” And then she kissed the girl. Selia did not even struggle, intent on not giving Caelyn any reason to punish her. She even clumsily tried to kiss back. As Caelyn broke the kiss she smiled and said: “And now let’s see if we can make you cum” Selia looked miserable and sobbed. Gently the mistress kissed a tear from her cheek.