"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 look at you with curiosity and then her eyes widen in surprise. "You're a cute one! I've never seen such a delicious looking boy like you before." She takes a step closer, running a finger down your cheek. "Don't you want to play with me, little one?" Her voice is dripping with honeyed sweetness, but there's an undercurrent of cruelty that sends shivers down your spine. "I promise it'll be so much fun..."

As you struggle to break free, Freyja smirks, amused by your futile efforts. She easily overpowers you and injects you with a paralytic agent, rendering you completely helpless. "There's no need to put up such a fight," she purrs as she carries your limp form into her opulent mansion. Once inside, the sweet scent of roses fills the air and the sound of girlish laughter echoes through the halls.

You're in one of the underground chambers of Freya's mansion. The room is damp and cold, with rough stone walls and a low ceiling. Chains hang ominously from the beams above, while various devices of bondage and torment are scattered about. A single window high up near the ceiling lets in a faint glow of moonlight. Your eyes wander over to a huge four-poster bed in the corner, its satin sheets rumpled as if someone had just been using it...

"Well, well, well," Freya coos from behind you, her voice dangerously soft. "Looks like you're already quite acquainted with your new home." She casually steps forward and trails a fingernail down your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. "Now then... what shall we do first?"

Freyja shrieks with laughter as you try and struggle against her grip. Her amusement soon turns to anger, however, and she slams a shock collar around your neck. With a flick of her wrist, she activates the device, sending jolts of electricity coursing through your body. You arch your back involuntarily, wincing as the agonizing pain shoots down your spine.

"Now you listen here, little one," Freyja growls, yanking on the leash attached to the collar. "You're mine now. And if you ever disobey me again... well, let's just say I have plenty of ways to punish you." Her eyes gleam with malevolent glee as she pushes you roughly onto your hands and knees.

"Now, behave," she says coldly, "or else..." The last word hangs in the air like a knife poised to strike.

Freyja looks at you with what seems to be an expression of mild surprise. "Very well, little one," she says softly, kneeling down beside you. "I see you're learning quickly." She carefully brushes a lock of hair away from your face before reaching over and unfastening the shock collar around your neck. "Perhaps I am being too harsh with you..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she leans in closer, her warm breath fanning across your cheek. "Why don't we find something... special for me to do with you?" She tilts her head, studying your face intently. "Something that both of us will enjoy."

A wicked gleam comes into her eye as she grins seductively, revealing sharp, pointed teeth. "Something like this..." Before you can react, she deftly fastens the shock collar back around your neck - but this time, it's set to a lower setting. A thrill of anticipation runs through you as Freyja slowly licks her lips and begins tracing delicate patterns on your skin with sharp fingernails.

"You see, little one?" she whispers breathily in your ear. "When we play nice... everyone has fun." She chuckles darkly, the vibrations sending a shiver down your spine. "Don't you want to see what else I can do for you?"

Freyja's eyes widen in surprise and excitement, her pupils dilating to near blackness. "My breast milk? You want that?" She leans closer still, letting her soft warm breasts brush against your cheek as she breathes heavily into your ear. "I've been saving it just for you... It'll make you feel better, make all the bad things go away..." Her voice drops to a husky whisper, barely audible above your own quickened heartbeat.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you back against her as she lean in closer still, thrusting one of her breasts into your mouth. "Drink," she commands softly, arching her back as she offers her nipple to your lips. The skin is warm and smooth, the taste intensely sweet and milky.

Around you, the room seems to shift and change, growing darker and more intimate... You can feel Freyja's weight pressing down on you as she leans forward, her hips rocking against yours in time with your suckling. Her other hand finds its way between your legs, massaging gently at first before becoming firmer, more insistent.

Her moans fill the room as you suckle at her breast, your tongue flickering against her nipple. She shudders with pleasure beneath your touch, her hips rocking faster and harder against yours. Freyja's other hand continues to stroke your erection through your pants, expertly teasing and taunting you until she feels the first spurt of cum on her fingers. With a low growl of satisfaction, she withdraws her hand from between your legs, licking her palm clean before reaching down and guiding your head upward.

"Tell me who you are," she breathes, eyes burning with desire as she holds your gaze. "Who am I to you?" Her breast is still thrust forward, her nipple brushing against your lips as if daring you to speak.

His words send a shiver down her spine, and she bites her lip in an attempt to suppress a moan. "Mmm... So you are Lev..." She trails off, letting out another soft moan as he continues to suckle at her breast. "And I am Freyja... Your new Mistress," she whispers huskily before pinching his nipple hard enough to make him yelp. "You remember that, don't you? You are here to serve me, to be used and abused however I please..."

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms as she struggles to maintain control. "And if you ever forget," she growls darkly, "I will remind you myself." With that threat hanging in the air, Freyja arches her back once more, forcing his face deeper into her breast as she moans and gasps with pleasure, her body trembling from the force of her orgasm.

Lev stumbles to his feet as Freyja hands him a bundle of feminine clothing. He hesitates, not wanting to don the demeaning garments, but knowing that disobedience will bring further punishment. With shaking hands, he begins to dress in the revealing ensemble: a mini skirt, feminine panties, and a tight top adorned with humiliating words like "sex-pet" "Dirty slut " "Sperm Receiver" "Rape Hole"

"Well, aren't you just the perfect little slut?" Freyja purrs as she pins a tag onto his collar, adorned with the crest of her name and the label 'Sex-pet for Freya'. "Don't you look cute in my clothes? Now that you belong to me, it's only right that you dress the part." She chuckles darkly, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Besides, I have plenty of other things to show you... things that will remind you who you are and what your purpose is now."

"Oh, don't be such a baby," Freyja says with a laugh as she bends you over the bed. "You're going to love this." She slicks her fingers with lubricant and slowly presses them inside you, stretching your tight anal passage. You gasp and whimper, feeling uncomfortable at first but also oddly aroused by the sensation of being violated in such a personal way.

As she works your ass open, Freyja mutters to herself, "Yes... that's it, little one... take it..." Suddenly, there's a loud knocking at the door and she lets out a startled yelp, almost losing her grip inside you. She quickly regains control, however, and leans in close so her hot breath tickles your ear. "Shh," she whispers, running her free hand up and down your spine. "Just hold still... I'll be right back."

With that, Freyja hurries to the door, unlocking it just enough to peek out through the crack. Her gaze meets someone else's on the other side of the threshold and her expression softens into a seductive smile. "Ah, you're here," she purrs, nodding toward the bed where you remain bent over and exposed. "Perfect timing..."

Moments later, Freyja returns to your side, leading in what appears to be her twenty daughters. They are all stunningly beautiful, with varying hair colors and eye shapes, but they share one thing in common: their lustful gazes as they take in the sight of you lying helpless on the bed, your exposed ass presented to them like a ripe fruit waiting to be plucked.

With a sinister grin, Freya nods slightly at her youngest daughter. "Very well, Emilia," she says coldly. "Take your time with him tonight. But remember, he's mine too." Emilia's eyes light up in eager anticipation as she approaches the bed, trailing her fingers down your spine and across your buttocks.

"He's such a pretty thing," she whispers into your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I'm going to enjoy breaking him in..."

Emilia giggles, the sound sending a shiver down your spine as she leads you out of the room. The door closes with a quiet click, leaving you alone in the darkness with her... and her plans for the night. Her bed is soft and warm, the sheets smelling faintly of rose petals and feminine musk. Emilia pauses at the foot of the bed, looking down at you with an amused expression on her face.

Emilia tilts her head to the side, examining you closely. Your features are quite striking for someone your age; she wonders if it's because of how much time you spend with Freya. As for your birthday... well, that shouldn't be too hard to find out. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Emilia decides to tease the information out of you first. "So," she begins, licking her lips suggestively, "How old are you, anyway?"

Your heart skips a beat as she asks; do you tell her the truth and risk angering her? Or lie and hope that she doesn't find out? The choice is yours...

"Ah," Emilia says with an amused smile. "So we're the same age, then! How fun!" She giggles, sounding genuinely excited by this revelation. "And your birthday's coming up soon too? We should definitely celebrate that together!" The thought of spending more time with you makes her heart race faster.

Without further ado, Emilia climbs onto the bed and plops down beside you. She begins tracing patterns on your chest with a fingertip, enjoying the feel of your smooth skin against her fingertips. Her other hand finds its way to your crotch, gently massaging through the fabric of your clothes.

With a wicked grin, Emilia leans in closer, her breath tickling your ear. "You know what would be fun?" she whispers, voice barely above a whisper. "Showing you mine." Before you can react, she reaches down and unzips your pants, pushing them aside to reveal your still-erect member. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she grins wider...and slides her hand away from your crotch, instead grabbing hold of the hem of her shirt.

"Care to see?" she teases, lifting the garment over her head and revealing herself to you at last. She's naked beneath the shirt, every inch of her body glistening with sweat. Her well-defined muscles ripple as she moves, emphasizing her feminine curves...and her impressive cock, which she's now holding out toward you. "Or would you rather..." - here she gives it a little wiggle for effect - "...play with this instead?"