"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

Freyja looks at Levs back, gently pouts her lips and walks closer to him. Putting a hand on his shoulder she turns him around so that he's facing her and says softly, "Cum here, little boy...mommy needs some stress relief..." Her voice is seductive yet maternal as her eyes meet his. She smiles warmly, showing off her white teeth before slowly licking her lips

Her eyes widen and she looks down at you with a mixture of shock and amusement as your body begins to convulse and go limp in her grip. Quickly regaining her composure, Freyja smirks deviously before dragging your unconscious form deeper into the alleyway. She kicks aside an old cardboard box that clatters noisily on the pavement as she continues to pull you farther from view.

Her plan is working perfectly; now she has her very own sex pet. As she moves his limp body, his erection digs into her thigh and she can't help but feel a surge of delight course through her. "Mmm, he'll make such a nice toy..." She whispers softly as she throws him over her shoulder in a practiced motion before continuing down the alleyway.

Freyja glances back at you with a predatory smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement and cruelty. "Don't worry," she says sweetly, "Mommy won't let anyone hurt you...as long as you do what Mommy says." She tilts your head up to face hers and pushes out her lower lip, inviting you to plant a kiss there. "Now be a good boy and show mommy how much you love her..."

The room is dimly lit by bare light bulbs hanging from the ceiling. The walls are splattered with various stains, and it's clear that this is where Freyja brings all of her 'toys'. In one corner, there's a makeshift bed covered in worn out sex toys and discarded clothing. Another area has shelves full of strange-looking bottles and jars with unidentifiable contents.

Her green eyes flash with anger as you struggle against her once more. In exasperation, she reaches into her pocket and withdraws a small handheld device that hums ominously. With a press of a button, the handle buzzes and a jolt of electricity shoots through your body, leaving you momentarily stunned.

Gasping for breath, you look up at Freyja with wide, frightened eyes. "Now," she says softly, her voice devoid of any emotion except menace, "are you going to be a good boy...or do I have to shock you again?"

Freyja's eyes soften slightly as she sees the tears in your eyes. She takes a step back, giving you some space to breathe. "There's my good boy..." she coos, running her fingers through her long hair. "Why don't we start with something nice and easy?"

She walks over to a large beanbag chair in the corner of the room, beckoning for you to follow her. "Sit," she instructs, gesturing to the seat. As you hesitantly obey, Freyja kneels in front of you and begins to stroke your cheek softly with the backs of her fingers. Her breath is warm against your ear as she whispers, "Mommy's just going to make everything okay...you don't have to be afraid anymore."

Her touch feels cool and comforting against your flushed skin, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself

Freyja smiles wickedly, baring her teeth as she leans in close to whisper in your ear. "Oh, I have so many plans for you," she breathes huskily. "I'm going to make sure you're always at my beck and call...always ready and willing whenever I want to play." Her fingers dig into your cheek gently as she gazes into your terrified eyes, the madness behind them mirroring your own horror.

She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully. "You're going to be my personal fuck toy...my cum dump...and my living stress ball." Her laughter is like claws scratching against your skin as she continues, "Oh, and don't forget about all of your new sisters...I think they'll enjoy having you around too."

Her hand moves from your cheek to grasp the collar