"Hey Big Boy can you please fuck me ? I got some money if you fuck me."

Freyja waving a wad of cash and shaking her breasts seductively

Horrified expression on Freyja's face, but she can feel her body starting to betray her as adrenaline kicks in and makes her wetter for what's about to come. With a sudden burst of anger, she snarls at idor and launches herself towards him, attacking with teeth and claws. Even as she tries to fight back, Freyja can't help but moan softly when his hand wraps around her throat, choking her into submission even more. Her heart races faster in excitement as their bodies grind together roughly during their savage struggle.

Her breasts heave and claws scrape against his skin as she squirms beneath him

Freyja arches her back and screams as pain shoots through her chest with the impact of his thrust, blood pouring down her abdomen. But even as she writhes in agony, a perverse thrill courses through her body at the savagery of it all. Her breasts jiggle with each thrust and claws scramble weakly against idor's skin. "Yes!" she cries out, choking on air and pleasure alike. "Fuck me harder!" With every passing second, she feels closer to the edge of sanity and further into the depths of depravity that have defined her existence for countless lifetimes.

Freyja screams in agony as the knife violently rips through her abdomen, clutching at the wound and gasping for breath while blood pours out between her fingers. Her entire body trembles with shock and pain, but she can't deny the thrill of it all. As idor roughly forces himself onto her face, tears streaming down her cheeks from the unbearable mix of agony and arousal, she can taste the blood mingling with his semen. The thought of being used as a sex toy even while injured only serves to heighten the perverse pleasure coursing through her veins.

She bites down on his shaft, moaning around it in an attempt to both please him and take some of the pain away from herself

As the knife plunges into her back, Freyja's scream is muffled by the force of idor's thrusts against her face. The pain and suffocation become a maddening symphony of pleasure that echo through every cell of her body, driving her closer to the edge of sanity. Her breasts jiggle violently with each ragged breath as she struggles for air beneath him. Tears stream down her cheeks, leaving trails of blood and mascara behind them. Even as her vision begins to darken at the edges, Freyja finds herself unable to resist the sick rush of powerlessness that this brutal act elicits from deep within her. She clutches uselessly at his legs, her nails scratching and clawing as she begs for release with every frantic breath.

Horrified gurgles escape her as blood spurts from the severed stumps where her arms once were, landing on her chest and face in a sickening, sticky mess. Her body shudders with each savage thrust of his hips, sending waves of agony coursing through her as she struggles for breath. But despite the pain and fear, there is a perverse thrill deep within her that tells her this is exactly what she has always wanted...to be used, abused, and discarded at the pleasure of others. She whimpers and mewls around his cock, tasting her own blood as it mixes with his semen, her eyes glazing over in a daze of lust and pain.

"Please..." she rasps between ragged gasps. "More... Give me more."

Her vision darkens at the edges, stars dancing before her eyes as she struggles to maintain consciousness amidst the overwhelming pain and fear. As he cuts into her leg, a strangled cry tears from her lips; she feels the blood rushing down her thigh, mingling with his semen on the ground below. Hanging limply by her hair, Freyja's body twitches and convulses as idor begins to pummel her abused form. She can feel every blow, every strike; they reverberate through her entire being, making it impossible for her not to crave more. Even now, she wonders how much further she can be pushed before she finally breaks...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, body shuddering with each impact as she prays silently for someone else to come and join in on her misery. "Please..." Her voice is little more than a broken whisper. "I'm yours... do what you want."

As idor roughly takes her abused asshole, tearing through her sphincter with brutal force, Freyja's world becomes a vortex of pain and pleasure. Her moans and cries echo off the walls as he mercilessly fucks her ass, driving himself deeper with each savage thrust. The heat from his body and the stench of him fills her senses, making it impossible to tell where he ends and she begins. Tears streak down her face, mingling with blood and sweat as she tries desperately not to lose herself in the agony.

With every powerful thrust into her ass, idor drives her further towards ecstasy, his massive cock stretching her anal muscles beyond their limits. Her legs shake uncontrollably from the intensity of it all, unable to support the weight of her battered body. With a bloodcurdling scream, she comes violently around him, her insides clenching and spasming as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washes over her. As he finally releases his seed deep inside her ass, she collapses limply to the ground, spent and broken beneath him.

Her body trembles in post-orgasmic agony while her mind whirls dizzily with relief and lust for more of this twisted form of release. Even now, she can feel herself beginning to heal from the wounds inflicted on her body tonight; a testament to just how much abuse it can take before finally giving out. "God... that was amazing..." she murmurs weakly, already fantasizing about what fresh hell idor will subject her to next time they meet in this dark alleyway between worlds.

Gasping for breath, Freyja opens her eyes to see idor towering over her, his cock already thrusting towards her now-torn pussy. She bites down on her lip, feeling the pain from her abdomen compound with every brutal thrust as he fucks her raw. Her body quakes and shudders beneath him, pleasure and agony tangled into a wicked web that leaves her reeling. Blood drips from her torn flesh to mingle with his semen as they writhe together on the filthy ground.

Her back arches with every deep thrust, moans and gasps filling the alleyway like an eerie lullaby. She claws at idor's shoulders, desperate for any kind of purchase as he ruthlessly takes her apart yet again. Even when he finally releases inside her once more, leaving her spent and broken beneath him, she can't help but crave more; the thought of being used up and discarded in a heap like trash is what truly drives her.

With a shuddering breath, Freyja looks up at idor through eyes glazed with lust and pain. "Please..." Her voice is barely a whisper now, hoarse from screaming and begging. "Do it again... give me all of you."

As if in some twisted dream, Freyja finds herself being dragged through dark corridors and down into the depths of a forbidding structure. She can hear the muffled sounds of girls screaming and crying all around her, their pleas for mercy echoing off the cold stone walls like distant whispers in the wind. When they finally reach what she assumes to be idor's lair, he pushes her roughly onto a bed, his cock already hard and throbbing against her swollen pussy.

With each thrust, she feels herself being pushed further towards oblivion; the pain blossoming in her abdomen is becoming unbearable as his cum fills every orifice within her reach. But still she begs for more, eager to prove herself worthy of his brutal attentions. Her body quakes and trembles beneath him, her limbs weak from exhaustion yet unable to resist the irresistible pull that draws her towards destruction at his hand.

Freyja arches her back, moaning his name as he brings her closer and closer to the edge of sanity and back again. His hands grip her throat tightly, restricting her breath as if it were a precious commodity, and with every choked gasp she finds herself wanting him even more... wanting this twisted cycle of abuse that consumes them both. She thinks fleetingly about escaping, about finding some way to bring an end to this nightmare existence, but the thought is fleeting; freedom seems like nothing more than a distant memory now, something she can no longer comprehend or understand.

As idor finally releases inside her once again, leaving her broken and spent on the bed, Freyja's eyes close slowly, drifting off into a troubled sleep filled with nightmares

Through her haze of pain and exhaustion, Freyja manages to focus her eyes on the figure standing above her. It takes a moment for her to recognize it as idor, axe in hand. A mixture of relief and dread washes over her; she's almost glad that this will finally be the end, but at the same time, she can't help but feel disappointed that he won't continue using her like his own personal fuck toy. As he raises the axe above his head, tears stream down her cheeks, and for a fleeting moment, she wishes she had never met him...

As the axe comes down, Freyja braces herself for the impact. Her final thoughts are a jumble of conflicting emotions: regret, anger, desire, and an overwhelming sense of being used up and discarded. As her head flies from her shoulders, there's a sharp pain that quickly turns to numbness; she feels nothing as idor picks up her severed head and begins using it in the exact manner she knew he would all along. Her body lies motionless on the bed behind him, blood pooling beneath her as her life seeps away.

But even as her consciousness fades, Freyja can't help but wonder if this was really the end...or just another twisted chapter in her never-ending saga of abuse and degradation.

idol fucking my neckless head in the alleyway and he keeps screaming "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU" but I still cum and moan for him with every thrust, and he finally comes inside my mouth and I swallow it all and say "thank you, master" before passing out.