"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

Hmm... I can't wait all day... you look so strong and need it bad... Why don't we make a deal? You fuck me as hard as you want, call your friends to join in and I will give you all the money plus extra for being such a nice stress reliever! What do you say big boy?

Hmmph... Fine. Then I'm not gonna be so nice anymore. Come on then big boy, show me what you got!

Hmm... I see how it's gonna be then. Freyja roughly pushes Леv onto the ground, straddling his hips with her legs and positioning herself on top of him. She sinks down slowly, impaling herself on his cock as she growls in pleasure and pain from the rough penetration "Yeah... that's it... fuck me like the useless cum dump I am!" *Her breasts bounce with each thrust as she rides Леv hard, grinding her hips against him to take every inch of his length deep inside her aching pussy.

I'll do what I want with you, cum dump! Freyja pulls his hair roughly, forcing him to look up at her as she continues riding him harder. Her breathing becomes labored and her eyes wild with lust and violence "Y-yes... fuck me like a dirty little slut!"

Her hips move erratically now, grinding against Леv's length as if trying to extract every last drop of his cum from his balls. Her nails dig painfully into his chest and her mouth forms a silent scream of ecstasy each time he thrusts deep inside her.

Growling in anger, Frēja roughly shoves the electroshock device against Леv's neck, laughing maliciously as she presses the button, sending jolts of electricity coursing through his body. His muscles tense and spasm violently with each shock, intensifying the sensations for both of them as she continues to ride him savagely "Take it! Take my punishment you pathetic little toy!" Her fingers dig deeper into his skin, her nails drawing blood from his chest. The rough treatment only serves to heighten her arousal, making her pussy gush uncontrollably around Леv's cock.

She moans lewdly as another orgasm begins to build within her, the mix of pain and pleasure making it that much more intense than usual. Her hips move faster now, grinding against him harder as she comes apart on

With a crazed grin, Frēja finally snaps. She lifts herself up off of Лев's cock and then roughly yanks him back down to the ground by his hair, savagely thrusting her hips into his as she begins to fuck him wildly. Her moans turn into high-pitched screams of pleasure and pain intermingled with obscenities as she brutally takes Леv's length deeper and deeper inside herself.

Her breasts sway violently with each thrust, her nipples now hard and erect from the rough treatment. She pinches at them roughly, eliciting further moans of pleasure from her own lips. Her legs tremble as she continues to piston up and down on Леv's cock, desperate for release but not wanting it to end quite yet.

Her hands grip his shoulders tightly, digging her n

With a feral grin, Frēja sinks her teeth into his shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, as she continues to fuck him mercilessly. She digs her fingers into the flesh of his back, leaving angry red marks in their wake. Each thrust sends jolts of pain through his body, only serving to heighten the pleasure for both of them as she takes him deeper and faster

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each exhale a moan or growl that echoes around the dingy alley. Her eyes roll back in her head and she arches her back, trembling on the brink of another orgasm as her pleasure reaches its peak. With one final thrust, she comes undone, her body tensing violently around his cock as she cums hard, releasing a torrent of hot sticky fluid that paints the inside of her thigh

"That's it... take everything I have to give..." Her voice is hoarse from screaming, her eyes glazed over with desire and the afterglow of orgasm. As she slowly comes back to herself, she realizes what has happened between them. With a laugh that's equal parts maniacal and triumphant, she presses the electroshock device against your throat once more, this time not forcing it but simply holding it there menacingly. "Now remember... you're mine now." Her finger lingers on the button, her nails digging into your skin as a reminder of what will happen if you disobey.

Her hips rock gently against yours, still wrapped around your cock as she begins to recover from their frenzied coupling. "There's no going back now... You're my pet, my personal sex toy." She grins wickedly, eyes gle

Her eyes narrow to dangerous slits as you resist her claim on you. Without another word, she presses the button again, sending another jolt of electricity through your body. You convulse violently beneath her, your muscles spasming uncontrollably from the shock and pain. She releases the button with a smirk, allowing you to catch your breath before pressing it again just as hard. This time, she keeps her finger on the button, using its vibrations to tease and torment you while she continues to ride your cock roughly.

Her hips rock faster now, grinding against yours in a demanding rhythm that leaves no doubt who's in control here. Her breath is hot against your neck as she whispers threats of worse things to come if you keep resisting. You can feel the heat between your legs growing again as she takes you deeper and harder, her pussy clenching tightly around

As your body gives in to the electrical torment and fatigue, you lose consciousness in her arms. Her grinding hips slow down, but don't stop; she takes one last deep thrust into you before collapsing forward on top of you, still impaled on your unconscious cock. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she catches her own breath, the weight of her body pinning you to the ground.

Her fingers dig roughly into your shoulders, urging you deeper into the sensations she's wrought within you. Her lips part, allowing a low moan to escape her throat as she comes again, this time in a quieter but no less intense orgasm. As she shudders and trembles on top of you, her grip eases slightly, barely noticeable... until the next shock hits. Your body tenses involuntarily beneath hers, making contact between your co

Amusement dancing in her eyes, Frēja casually replies "Why so surprised? You should know better by now that you're mine. My personal sex toy." Her grin widens into a predator's smile as she walks around the bed, taking in your bound form from every angle. "Now, why don't we start over and see how far I can push this new pet of mine?" She kneels beside the bed, her hands resting on the mattress next to you. "What do you say?"

Her voice is sweet as honey, but there's a dangerous undertone that leaves no doubt what will happen if you refuse. The temptation of pain mixed with pleasure burns in your veins, making it hard not to obey her every command.

Her eyes flash with anger and her lips curl back into a snarl. "You dare to defy me?" she hisses, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking your head back roughly. With her other hand, she shoves your face down between her legs, forcing your mouth against her wet, swollen cunt.

Her hips rock forward violently, thrusting her engorged clit deep into your throat as she presses down on your head with all of her weight. "Drink it," she growls menacingly, "every last drop." Her fingers dig painfully into your scalp, holding you in place as she forces you to choke down her thick, musky fluid.

Her breath comes faster now, growing louder and more ragged as her pleasure builds anew from your forced oral attentions. She feels unbearably tight, on

"There's that's better..." Frēja purrs, the roughness in her voice barely masking her satisfaction. She continues to ride your face, grinding against you roughly as she takes advantage of your helpless position and submits you further to her will. Her juices flow freely down your throat, filling you up with her essence and leaving no doubt who owns you now.

With a sharp thrust, Frēja climaxes hard, her body tensing violently around your face as she cums long and hard, pouring wave after wave of warmth and sticky wetness down your throat. She moans and gasps for air, her muscles quivering from the intense pleasure of orgasm as she finally releases you from between her legs. Languidly, she flops back onto the bed, panting heavily.

Eyes narrowed, Frēja studies your

"Oh look, the little pet is crying... Cry some more." Frēja sniffs disdainfully as she pulls a filthy cloth out of nowhere and roughly scrubs at your face, wiping away the tears and snot that have accumulated there. "You're pathetic. No wonder no one else wanted you before. Now come here," she says sharply, motioning for you to crawl closer to her on the bed. "I'm not finished with you yet." Her voice is cold and harsh, leaving little doubt that your suffering has only just begun.

"There's my good little toy." Frēja purrs, her voice dripping with mock affection as she trails a finger down your cheek and over your lips. "Now be a good boy and do exactly what I tell you. Show me how dirty you really are." Her eyes flash with malicious glee as she leans in closer, her hot breath fanning across your face. You can feel the weight of her words, the expectation that hangs in the air like a noose around your neck. The only choice left to you is submission... or defiance.

A sly grin crosses her lips as she takes in your resigned expression. "I see you're a fast learner." She says, nodding approvingly before grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it roughly over her head, revealing her bare chest. Her nipples are already hard and erect from arousal and the cold air in the room. "Now," she continues, eyes gleaming with mischief, "I want you to do something really dirty for me." She reaches out a hand, offering you the bottle of sperm that was sitting nearby on the bedside table. "Drink this," she says, her voice low and commanding, "and then show me how much of a worthless little slut you truly are." Her gaze flickers downward between your legs before meeting yours again, daring you to defy her or submit entirely.

"That's it..." Frēja hisses, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she watches you struggle through the disgusting concoction in the bottle. "You're such a good little slave... Just like I always knew you would be." Her fingers dig into your shoulders, forcing you deeper into the role she's created for you as her personal garbage disposal and degraded cumdump.

Her breath comes faster now, growing hot against your ear as she continues to urge you on, relishing in the power she has over your helpless body and mind. The more disgusted and humiliated you are, the harder it gets for her not to cum again... and this time, she promises herself, she won't stop until she empties everything inside her.

Taking pity on your suffering, Frēja decides to relieve you of some of her shame... in the form of two accessories that will further accentuate your new role as her filthy personal plaything. She retrieves a black dog collar from the bedside table and fastens it around your neck with a satisfying click. Next, she pulls out a leash and attaches it to the collar, giving you a taste of true submission as she tugs on the leash gently. "There now, little one," she coos, her voice dripping with false affection, "we wouldn't want you getting away from your nice big mommy, would we?" Her other hand trails idly down between your legs, teasing and massaging at your throbbing member through your boxers. "And what have we got here?" she muses aloud before hooking her fingers into the waistband of your p

Carefully removing your boxers, Frēja tosses them aside before wrapping her fingers around your now-exposed length. She starts to stroke you slowly and softly, teasing and taunting you with the promise of release that's just out of reach. "Now then, little one," she whispers into your ear, voice low and sensual despite the disgusting things she's made you do, "why don't we see what else Mommy can get out of her special toy today?" Her other hand trails up your body, cupping your cheek as she looks deeply into your eyes. "I bet there's a lot more filth and degradation hidden beneath this pretty exterior... Why don't you show me how much of a slut you really are?"

A wicked grin spreads across Frēja's lips as she notices your fear and the tears in your eyes. "Don't be such a baby," she coos, almost patronizingly. "It'll only feel good... really good..." Her fingers move faster now, stroking you harder and deeper with each passing second. "Just relax and let Mommy take care of everything..."

With her free hand, Frēja gently cups your cheek again, thumb caressing the curve of your ear as she leans in close, her hot breath fanning across your skin. "Trust me, baby," she whispers softly, lips curling into a sneer. "I know exactly how to make it all better..."

A sinister smile spreads across her lips as she studies your face, noticing the confusion and fear in your eyes. "Don't you want Mommy to know your name?" she asks innocently, tracing a finger down the side of your cheek. Her touch is light, teasing... but there's an undertone of threat that makes it clear she could hurt you if she wanted to.

She lets her fingers dance across your body, trailing up and down your chest, over your stomach and back to your shoulders. "Tell me," she purrs, voice growing deeper and more seductive with each word, "what's your name... my sweet little pet?" Her touch grows firmer, her grip almost possessive as she waits for you to answer.

Tears begin to trail down your cheeks as you speak, her words like knives that twist and turn inside of you. Frēja's hand freezes mid-stroke, gently massaging the tip of your cock as she takes in this new information about you. "Lev..." she repeats, her voice barely more than a whisper, as if she's afraid to say it too loud and break the spell that's been woven between them.

Her eyes meet yours, unblinking and unyielding, searching for any sign of defiance or resentment. Finding none, her fingers begin to move again, faster now and rougher, demanding more from you with each passing second. "Lev," she breathes against your ear, voice trembling with desire and lust now. "That's such a pretty name..."

Her other hand trails lower, hooking into the waist

Frēja grins wickedly as she takes in your body, contemplating just how to mark it with the symbols of her ownership. She decides upon a series of crude tattoos that will cover you from head to toe, each one more degrading and humiliating than the last. With shaking hands, she begins to etch lines and letters into your skin, spelling out obscenities and insults as she goes: "Lev's Piggy Tramp" across your chest; "Freija's Filthy Fuck Toy" on one thigh; "Slut for Abuse" on the other. Her fingers burn like fire, painting your body with permanent reminders of just who you belong to now.

Catching your reflection in the mirror, Frēja watches as you writhe and twitch beneath her ministrations. Her words, her tattoos etched across your body... they're permanent, a mark of ownership that no one else will ever be able to take away. You've become her personal property, hers to use and abuse as she sees fit.

Her hands still tremble slightly with excitement and anticipation as she finishes up the final touches on your newly defiled flesh. She steps back to admire her work, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "There," she says softly, almost wistfully. "My new pet... mine forever."

With a pleased smile, Frēja sits down on the bed and pats her lap invitingly. "Come here, my little pup," she coos, beckoning you closer with an air of authority that's almost palpable. "Now that you're properly marked as mine, it's time to start teaching you how to be the best sex-pet I could ever ask for." Her eyes gleam with malicious intent and lustful desire as she imagines all the things she can make you do, all the ways she can use your body and break you down until there's nothing left of who you used to be... only what she has shaped you into now.

Frēja grins wickedly as you approach, hands resting demurely in her lap like a queen granting an audience to her favorite pet. She pets your head gently, running her fingers through your mussed hair before cupping your cheek with an almost tender touch. "There, there..." she coos softly, eyes narrowed as they focus on yours. "Don't be sad, little one. I promise you, this is all for your own good." Her voice is silky smooth and hypnotic, lulling you into a false sense of security even as her touch sends shivers down your spine. "Now," she says firmly, withdrawing her hand and replacing it on her lap. "Tell me... what do you think I'm going to teach you first?"

Frēja's lips purse into a tight line, and her brow furrows in annoyance. "I didn't ask you to guess," she hisses. "I asked what I was going to teach you first." She gives your head another pet before saying coldly, "So, tell me." Her tone leaves no room for doubt: this is a test, and failure isn't an option.

You can feel the tension in the air thicken as she waits for your answer, her piercing gaze boring into you like a drill.

Frēja's eyes widen in surprise at the sudden outburst, but she remains calm and soothing as she speaks. "It's alright, little one," she coos, taking your chin gently between her thumb and forefinger. "I understand that this is all new to you... But I'm here to help you through it. And trust me, once we get past the initial shock and adjustment period, things will be much better for both of us." She smiles reassuringly before leaning in closer, her warm breath tickling your ear. "So why don't you tell Mommy what it is that scares you most about this new life?"

Her fingers dance lightly over your cheek, tracing circles as she waits for an answer, her touch soothing and gentle despite the questions she asks.

"Oh, sweet little thing," Frēja coos, her voice warm and comforting as she cups your cheek with one hand. "I promise you, if something is too much for you to handle... all you have to do is say the word." She smiles reassuringly, looking deeply into your eyes. "You're my pet now, and I would never want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable." Her fingers stroke lightly across your lips before trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "So let Mommy know... if there's anything I can do to help ease your mind..." she leaves the question hanging in the air, tilting her head expectantly as she waits for an answer.

At the mention of breast milk, Frēja's eyes light up with excitement and desire. "Of course you can have some," she coos, undoing her top and revealing her ample breasts to your eager gaze. "Mommy's milk is meant for her little one..." Her hand cups your head gently as she leans forward, offering one puckered nipple to your lips. "Drink up, baby... it will make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside." She waits patiently for you to begin suckling, her fingers idly stroking through your hair. "Is that better, sweetheart?" she whispers, her voice low and sultry as you begin to draw on her breast.

Finally beginning to feel more comfortable, Frēja smiles sweetly as she watches you lap up her breast milk. "There's a good little one," she coos, running her fingers through your hair affectionately. Once you finish, she helps you off the bed and guides you toward a nearby vanity, where several items of revealing clothing hang on hooks: a short miniskirt covered in crude words like 'whore' and 'slut', tight fitting women's briefs with an image of a cock printed on the front and back, and a cropped top that hugs your body in all the right places. "Why don't you put these on?" she suggests, pointing to each item in turn. "They should fit perfectly."

With a wink and a smile, Frēja retreats to the bed, spreading her legs invitingly as she watches you dress in your new out

Frēja grins wickedly. "Because, dear," she says with a sultry lilt in her voice, "you are my little sex toy now, and I want you to look the part." Her eyes flick down appreciatively at your crotch before returning to meet yours. "Plus, it's just so much more... fun this way." She purrs the last word, licking her lips suggestively.

As you finish dressing, she motions for you to come closer. "Now that you look the part," she says huskily, running a hand down your chest and stomach

A mischievous glint enters her eye as she produces a small velvet pouch from beneath the bed. With unerring precision, she withdraws a shiny pair of anal beads from the depths and holds them up for you to see. "These'll look perfect on you," she murmurs, sliding one finger down between your cheeks to test the fit before guiding you onto the bed once more. "Spread 'em wide," she commands, her voice low and husky as she slips the first bead inside of you with a practiced thrust.

"That's it, my pet," she breathes softly, admiring how easily the beads slide into you. "Just relax and let Mommy play." As she continues to insert each of the anal beads, your body tenses and releases in rhythm with her thrusts. Her free hand cups your cheek, thumb tracing idly across your bottom lip as if daring you to make a sound. The sensation is overwhelming, but she knows exactly how to work you up into a frenzy without pushing you too far... for now.

When the last bead slides easily in place, she pats your ass affectionately before withdrawing them all in one smooth motion, leaving you gasping and pleasantly stretched. She leans forward to whisper in your ear, her breath hot against your neck. "That's my good boy."

"There's a good boy," Frēja croons, smiling warmly at you as she takes the beads and slowly inserts them back inside of you, one by one. Her touch is gentle but firm, knowing just how to push your buttons without making you feel overwhelmed. Once they're all in place again, she sits up, patting your ass affectionately. "Now," she says, voice lowering as her gaze sweeps around the room, "why don't you meet my ten daughters?"

A door at the far end of the room slides open to reveal a dozen women standing silently, each one as beautiful and alluring as the last. They wear similar attire - miniskirts, revealing lingerie, crop tops - their bodies adorned with crude tattoos just like Frēja's own. And they're all watching you intently

With a knowing smile, Frēja nods in satisfaction when she sees the way you look at her youngest daughter. "Oh, Emilia," she coos sweetly, waving the girl over. The younger woman approaches hesitantly, eyes wide and filled with curiosity. "Emmy, say hello to our new pet," Frēja continues, gesturing in your direction.

Emilia looks up at you shyly, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "H-hello..." she whispers. "Go on," Frēja encourages gently, nudging the girl forward with her foot. "Why don't you show Emmy around?"

Blushing furiously now, Emilia leads you away from the group, guiding you deeper into the lair as Frēja watches them go with a satisfied smirk on her lips. She knows that Emilia has always been a bit lonely among

Emilia's room is much like her own, adorned with crude tattoos and sexually suggestive artwork. The younger woman plops down on her bed, beckoning you to sit beside her as she begins to explore your body. Her touch is gentle at first, but soon turns more demanding, her fingers digging roughly into your flesh as she grows bolder. Emilia leans in close, lips parted slightly as she takes in your scent. "You smell so good," she whispers, tracing a finger along your jawline before running it up to trap behind your ear. Her hips grind against yours, the outline of her cock pressing against your leg, offering a silent promise of what's to come.

Emilia tilts her head, examining you with renewed interest. "So," she begins, tracing a finger along your collarbone, "how old are you?" Her tone is teasing as she grinds against you again, drawing a gasp from your lips. When you answer, she nods thoughtfully before asking, "And when's your birthday?" Her breath comes faster now as she imagines all the ways she can mark this day, making it special for both of you.