Freya's new slaves

[AdmiralPiet]

Teaser: Light inside Urgat’s warehouse was dim. Two flickering electro-candles illuminated a small space near the door, the rest was shrouded in shadows. Though it posed no problem for Freya’s superior eyesight. Dozens of cages filled the room, almost all holding slaves. Urgat remained at the door, flanked by his two slave-handlers, and waited as Freya strolled in. The trader always kept some treasures in the back of his shop, for the special customers. Customers like Freya.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4

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Title: Freya's new slaves
Author: AdmiralPiet
Content Warnings: This story contains: futa, BDSM, torture, violence, rape, lactation
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This is a story I first published over at Hentai foundry some time ago. I would like to rewrite it, and would appreciate any feedback on how to improve it.
It is a fanfiction set in the universe of Warhammer 40k
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Freya's new slaves

Chapter 1

Light inside Urgat’s warehouse was dim. Two flickering electro-candles illuminated a small space near the door, the rest was shrouded in shadows. Though it posed no problem for Freya’s superior eyesight. Dozens of cages filled the room, almost all holding slaves. Urgat remained at the door, flanked by his two slave-handlers, and waited as Freya strolled in. The trader always kept some treasures in the back of his shop, for the special customers. Customers like Freya.

There was no system to the warehouse. Some other slavers catered to a very narrow clientele or neatly categorized their goods. Urgat however bought and sold whatever he thought might be profitable. So Freya looked around, letting her gaze wander over the mostly naked flesh in the cages. There was a well-toned young man who surely could provide some fun. A few cages further down a chubby blonde girl, with huge breasts. Alltogether dozens of flavors to choose from. As she considered her options however she saw something out of the corner of her eye.

She walked over to an uncomfortably small cage and crouched down. Fearful blue eyes looked back at her. The woman occupying the cage was a beauty. The flimsy rags she wore did little to hide her curves and she seemed very fit, with powerful thighs on her. But what had caught Freya’s gaze first were those amazing eyes. Bright and perfect like blue topaz. And in the next cage she found the same set of eyes again.

The other woman was younger and a little less voluptuous, but of the same striking beauty. Twenty years of age perhaps, not much more. Her mother was about twice that. Freya showed the two slaves a predatory smile, and they recoiled in fear. A hot wave of pleasure ran through Freyas body as she imagined what she would do to these two. It was always so much more fun to play with slaves who were related to one another.

“Found anything you like?”
Urgat had walked up beside her, grinning broadly. This deal was almost safe.
Freya rose back to her feet and looked back at the hunched little man. “Bring them out into the light. I want a closer look”.

He snapped his fingers . “You heard her boys!”
The two massive slave-handlers behind moved at once. Both were the complete opposite of their boss: Tall, with broad shoulders, wearing only leather hoods and revealing loincloths. Unholy symbols had been carved into their flesh with glowing hot knives. Urgat thankfully hid most of his decayed body underneath expensive robes. The two men quickly opened the cages and pulled the slaves out. They struggled a bit, but otherwise didn’t fuss. Perhaps they had seen what could be done to slaves that did not behave.

Both women were dragged into the light, each held by one of the huge handlers. Both of them stared at Freya, clearly intimidated. Freya was tall, more than 1.8 meters, even without the heels on her boots. The dark red hair was cut short on the right side of the skull and several piercings adorned her. Scant clothes revealed a muscular physique. The top, made from leather and silver chainmail, could barely contain her massive boobs. The heavy breasts of the slaves looked small in comparison. Aside from that she wore a heavy metal-plated belt with a chainmail loincloth that exposed her big muscular thighs. Little did the slaves know what that loincloth concealed.

The slaves were as beautiful in the light as in the shadows. Nature had blessed them with well-shaped big tits and wide hips. A life as peasants had given them a fair amount of muscle mass, especially on the legs. Jet black hair reached down to their lower backs. Unlike some other slavers Urgat made sure his goods were in good condition for sale. So their hair was clean and glossy.

Freya stepped towards the younger slave and unceremoniously ripped off the rags she wore. As the girl shrieked her mother tried to worm out of the handlers grip and started to plead. “Please, let my daughter go, I will do whatever…”
She was met with a backhanded swipe by Freya. “Shut up!” the amazon commanded and the slave cowered before her gaze.

Freya felt up the shivering girls soft breasts and her firm ass, then proceeded to do the same with her mother. She decided she would soon squeeze some milk from her heavy breasts. The older woman bit her lip as Freya’s hands roamed across her naked body. Tears ran down her face.
“Farm girls” Urgat chimed in “Didn’t bother to remember the the name of the agri-world they are from. But as you can see, they are fit and healthy” He paused a moment for effect.
“The girl is a virgin” Freya had very much hoped to hear that. Urgat managed to procure an uncanny lot of virgins, which was not that easy on the slave markets of Karadan. Many slaves were raped half to death before they even arrived on the planet.

As his prospective buyer groped the ass of the slave he dropped his main selling point. “To the best of my knowledge both have yet to take it up the ass!”
Freya’s eyes lit up but before she could comment on that the slave in her grip wanted to plead once more. She was slapped again before the first word was out though. “Hold her tighter!” Freya ordered and the handler gripped her by the hair. Half a dozen hard slaps hit the slaves face, shutting her up again.

“How much?” the warrior asked after she waited for a few seconds to see if the slave would behave now. “20 gold snakes for both”. Freya looked down at the trader with disdain. Urgat loved to haggle, but Freya did not. She could have bought a thousand slaves at that prize, but she saw no reason to pay that much more than she had to. “Don’t insult me Urgat!” She growled “Name me an acceptable price or I walk out of here!”
One could almost hear the merchant think. He tried to decide on the highest price he could get away with. Freya did not make empty threats. She obviously wanted these two badly, but she would not be bullied into buying by someone like him. “14 gold snakes” he said finally. That was still quite steep but acceptable, and Freya knew no other slavers offerings would satisfy her today. So she said: “Done!”

She turned away from the slaves to pay for her purchase.
The purse had barely landed in the slave-traders hand and he was already counting the coins. Freya could only roll her eyes at that. As if she, Captain of Lady Sokaras personal guard, would have a need to deceive a lowly merchant like him. In fact he should have been happy she always came back to him, despite his tendency to overprice the goods. On the other hand she had to admit: She had never had reason to complain about what he sold to her.

“Everything in order, Urgat?” she asked. The bald hunched man looked up. Not into her eyes though but into her massive cleavage. Of course he knew that the tall warrior before him would crush every bone he had if he ever did more than to stare.
“Yes, yes. All in order, yes” he replied “Always a pleasure making business with you. The boys will have your purchase ready in a few moments”

As the slaves were fitted with collars and leashes the older one tried once again to annoy her new mistress. “Please, take just me…leave my girl alone…please…please” Tears streamed down her face, and she surely realized that her heartbreaking pleas would only bring her more misery. But love for her daughter compelled her to try anyway.

“You got a punishment gag for her?” Freya asked the trader who answered with a dirty grin. A servant was sent to get the device and returned only seconds later. He held a large rubber dildo with leather straps attached to its spherical end. “This one is on the house” Urgat announced.
“Very generous of you.”

Freya walked over to the slaves. The handlers already held the older woman in an iron grip and forced her mouth open. She struggled as she realized what would happen next. “You should have shut up when you were told” one of the handlers growled as Freya began to insert the gag. The daughter cut in with a tearful voice and pleaded for them not to hurt her mother. Her efforts too were met with a backhanded swipe.

“Shut up girl, or you get the same treatment!” Freya snapped. The girl bit her lower lip and tears rolled down her cheeks, but she remained silent. Her mother’s eyes now widened as the rubber phallus was shoved down her throat. She bucked in the handlers grip as it was mercilessly forced into her. Once the fat end was behind her teeth the straps were brutally tightened. She collapsed to the floor after the handlers released her, shuddering and grunting in discomfort.

“Up!” Freya commanded “Get on your feet at once!”
When nothing happened she grabbed the whimpering slave by the hair and pulled hard.
“Up I said! Last chance to do so, or I’ll whip your daughter!”
A few moments later the slave stood on her feet.

Freya smiled broadly. This reaction was what she had hoped for. It was always such fun to use the love slaves felt for each other to make them do what she wanted.
“Listen well whores: If one of you fails to obey me the other gets punished. You understand?”
The mother nodded desperately while looking up at Freya through a blur of tears. The daughter hung her head and simply said: “Yes”

“Oh, that’s another thing you have to learn” Freya said and stepped up to the girl. “You address me as mistress! Always!” She grapped the slaves nipples and brutally pinched and twisted them.
“Yes…yes, mistress. I will obey!” she squealed.

“Now look at me!” the mistress commanded them “You will serve this body. My pleasure is your life now!”

“Yes mistress.” the young one said and Freya smiled at her.
“A quick learner? Excellent! We will have a wonderful time together.” With that she grabbed the leashes attached to the slave collars and led them outside.
“Thanks Urgat. You may expect me again!”

The slaves stumbled out of the dark warehouse onto the streets of Karadan. During daytime the sky above the daemon-world was of a deep red colour. No clouds today, just the maddening swirls of the warp and the soul burning wound of a corrupted sun. Left and right buildings rose up to the sky, all dark and intimidating. The markets were a maze, no plan to the layout of the streets. Bridges and tunnels connected the buildings in crazy arrangements. And everything was bustling with activity. Both slaves backed off in shock, but their new owner yanked on their leashes.
“Come on you bitches! I wanna have some fun!” Freya said and set a fast pace. Especially the mother was struggling to follow. With the punishment gag impaling her face she had difficulty to breathe. But she managed to keep up with Freyas long strides. Obviously she realized that her daughter would pay if she did not.

So they followed the amazonian warrior through the nightmarish markets. Almost everything you could probably need could be found here. Simple food rations or high class wine. Craftsmen and Artists, Mercenaries and Weapons. There was no shortage of slaves. Captured by hunters and totally untrained like the two Freya had bought, or purebred lustslaves with ancestral charts twenty generations long. Worker slaves where mass produced and treated like cattle. Within minutes the trio passed a whipped and crucified woman who begged for mercy, a male slave being raped by a muscle packed handler and a slavegirl getting tortured in a kind of public theater to amuse the crowds. Freya reveled in it. The sounds, the scents, the pheromones and the feel of terror above it all. While her two slaves were now crying out of pure desperation. They had arrived in hell, and they knew it.

The eight pointed star of Chaos was all over the place, as well as many other heretical symbols. Like the two headed snake on Freya’s shoulder. They were displayed on banners, carved into building walls, sewn onto uniforms and burned into flesh. Many passersby gave them dirty looks. Freya seemed to enjoy that. She crisscrossed her steps to emphasize her hip sway and make her tits bounce with every step. Not only the slaves were naked here, many of the free people wore little to nothing. They displayed their bodies proudly, even their mutations. Depraved whores called for attention with obscene displays when they passed by a brothel. Freya’s slaves cast their eyes down and tried to shut it all out

After a while they left the markets behind and entered a large plaza. In front of them a fortress rose to the sky. For two women from an agri-world it was vast beyond sanity. Each of the outer bastions alone was larger than any building the slaves had ever seen. Rank upon rank of black walls and battlements lay before them. All of them studded with canons and mortars. The soldiers on the walkways were simply lost among the huge emplacements. Tall and sleek towers reached up into the sky like wicked blades but were dwarfed by the central orbital spire. From the distance the women could not make out the hellish sceneries of the reliefs that covered all the walls.

But there was way more to the dark fortress’ terror than size alone. Dark powers inhabited the very structure and evil lived within. Freya pulled her balking slaves toward a military checkpoint nearby. The soldiers manning it respectfully saluted. An APC was waiting for Freya to bring her back to the fortress. As Captain of the Guard she had authority over many units of the regular soldiers.
“Take a good look. This is your new home” Freya told the slaves before she harshly shoved them into the APC.

Mother and daughter could not see how they passed the black maws of the outer gates, but they felt it. A shadow fell upon the soul that drained all hope away. After a while the vehicle stopped. From the APC they were shoved into a dark tunnel, then into a lift. The soldiers left there, leaving both women with Freya in the small cabin. Both were shivering now, just short of collapsing.
Freya had said nothing since they had entered the military vehicle, only smiled cruelly as she thought about what was to come.

The lift finally stopped and opened onto a dark hallway. Every centimeter of the walls was finely carved or covered in heavy tapestries. The quality of the art was simply superb but the motives made both slaves blush. Prudish as they were even the more conventional sexual acts that were depicted made them uncomfortable. Ashamed both looked down, only to see more perversion in the floors inlaid work.

Further down the hallway they passed two broad shouldered women, clad in perfectly crafted plate armour that highlighted the forms of their bodies rather than concealing it. Freya walked up on one of the amazons and greeted her with a deep kiss.
“No visitors today” she ordered quietly “I don’t want to get disturbed unless it is really urgent”
“As you wish captain!”
The woman knew from experience that she had to be careful in her judgement of what was considered urgent. A wrong call might earn her a harsh whipping.

Shortly after passing the two posts Freya reached her destination. Her personal chambers were a curious mix of bedroom and torture chamber, with weapons and trophies displayed on all the walls. The huge bed with lots of pillows and animal hides looked comfy, where it not for all the chains and manacles attached to it. Everywhere more chains were ready for use. Freya freed her slaves from the bonds they wore until now, but the mother would have to wear her gag a while longer. She was smart enough not to try and open it once her hands were free.

She was then led to a vertical rack and had her wrist chained again to the upper adjustable beam of the device. To her great relief her feet were not bound to the floor, meaning she would not be stretched. For now at least.

After that Freya opened the buckles on her top. She sighed in relief as her huge breast spilt free of the tight leather and threw the garment away. More tattoos were revealed. Thorny vines coiling around her right arm and breast. An eight pointed star encircled her areola. The young slave was deeply ashamed of her nudity and tried to cover herself up with her arms as much as she could. Freya however felt way more comfortable now.

Ignoring the frightful slaves for a moment she turned away to a large table and poured herself a cup of dark red wine from a large carafe. The beverage was strong, not only with alcohol but also with extracts from several psychotropic herbs. One of the disadvantages of having a superhuman physique: Normal drinks just didn’t work right. After she emptied the cup she grabbed a short whip and stood in front of the young slave.

“Time to show you the whole deal” she announced and started to open the buckle on her belt. The belt and loincloth fell and revealed the warriors true nature. Instead of a pussy she sported a huge cock with a matching pair of heavy balls. The young slave stared at it in utter shock and slowly sunk to her knees. She knew what this freak in front of her ultimately wanted and she started to cry again.

Freya walked up to the sobbing girl, positioning her member directly in front of her face. “Lick it!” she commanded, but the girl only shook her head. She could not do it. This was simply too sick.
Freya snarled: “As you wish!”
The whip lashed across the mothers tits, making them jiggle from side to side. The woman screamed and writhed in her chains, instantly gagging on the rubber dildo stuck in her throat.

Her daughter screamed: “No! Please don’t hurt her….Please Mistress, please!”
Her pleas were ignored and the whip fell again, and again. Every lash placed another angry welt on her soft breasts. After the fifth hit the girl finally accepted what she had to do. Despite her revulsion she struck her face into Freyas crotch, starting to lick her sex. The whip did not fall after that.

“Slow down” Freya said with laughter in her voice “You are not in a hurry”
She grabbed a fistful of the girls hair and gently directed her. “Slow. Lick the entire length, and don’t forget the balls”
Despite her obvious disgust she did as ordered following Freyas instructions. Soon the member stood fully erect, dripping precum. Now the girl realized that the vile thing was as long and thick as her forearm.
“Now, was that so hard?” Freya asked and pulled the girl with her before waiting for an answer. She led her to a wooden beam hanging from the ceiling by heavy chains. First the struggling girls wrist were put into manacles in the middle of the beam, afterward her legs got attached to the ends with leather bands. She struggled the whole time, but Freya was so strong it didn’t even bother her enough to punish the mother.

Finally the girl hung suspended from the beam with her legs spread wide. Her virgin cunt was in exactly the right height for Freyas hard cock. “Don’t rape me! I beg you! Please!”
“But that is why I bought you. Stop all that wailing and face the inevitable. You did not call me “Mistress” by the way”
Once more the mother received a lash on her tits. Freya got down on her knees in front of the suspended girl and buried her face between her nether lips. She took in her scent and started licking.
“Don’t touch me there! Mistress, please! This is filth, it’s not right!”
Freya could only laugh at that. “I touch you wherever I please” she said after flicking her tongue across the girl’s clit. “Perversion is your life now”
The slave started to pray when the tongue touched her anus.

After a few syllables however her mistress slapped her hard on the ass making her stop.
“Shut up, silly bitch! Your corpse emperor will not save you!”
Freya stood up and grabbed the whip again. Again the mother’s tits felt the caress of the whipcord.
“You will not pray to him! You will not speak his name with deference”
Two more lashes landed on soft female flesh before Freya addressed the older slave directly.
“You keep your eyes open and witness your daughter’s violation! Else this happens” The whip smacked the inside if the younger girls thigh drawing out a shrill scream.

The warrior threw the whip away and positioned herself. She knew that motherly love would ensure her order was followed.
“You are too big Mistress!” the now desperate slave in front of her argued, still hoping that somehow she could convince Freya to back off. But her mistress only smiled down at the squirming girl.
“You are not my first virgin. Rest assured, it will fit”

With that she started to force her huge member in. The girl threw her head back and wailed in pain as she was stretched wide open. The massive rod impaling her gave her the feeling to split apart. Never before had she felt such agony or greater shame. But it only got worse once Freya began thrusting. She had no intention of showing the mewling slave any mercy. This was about her own pleasure.

She pulled out almost completely to ram her cock back in with brutal force. From behind her came the unintelligible lament of the mother who almost suffocated on her gag. Most likely she pleaded for Freya to stop, perhaps even offering herself. She was duly ignored. The tender walls of the slaves vagina gripped the huge cock tight. Spasms massaged the hard rod as it slid deep inside.

Minutes stretched into hours for the poor violated girl as Freya slammed brutally into her, giving her the full length of her cock with every thrust. The mistress watched the slaves big boobs jiggle with every impact. Together with the expression of utter despair on the young woman’s face the sight only made Freya more ravenous. She grew tired of playing with her own massive breasts and gripped the slave’s instead. She loved to knead and bruise the soft tissue with her strong hands. From time to time she brutally pinched and twisted the nipples, drawing out long wailing screams.

The girl did not make the mistake of praying to her dead Emperor again but screamed for her mother to help her instead. Those screams must have been a more agonizing torture for her mother than a hundred lashes with the whip. They burned themselves into her very soul. After what seemed like an eternity Freyas pace increased while she was moaning ever louder. The girl thought her owner wanted to rip her teats from her body as she pulled hard on them. Then she threw her head back and came with a groan. Her thick hot sperm filled the girl up, and quite a lot of it splattered on the floor as she pulled out.

She got down to her knees after a few moments and looked at what she had done. The girls cunt was red and sore, the dilated hole still twitching. Freya started to lick, tasting the mix of female fluids and her own cum. The slave shivered in her bonds barely recognizing that the rape was over for now.

Freya then left her alone for a few minutes and took a chair next to the big table. She could feel the first cup of wine taking effect. She felt good, relaxed and slightly euphoric. She savored this cup while she listened to the now quiet sobbing of her slaves. Her free hand slowly stroked her big cock. Despite the orgasm it showed no signs of going soft. This was only the beginning.

She filled poured herself a third cup and walked back to the younger slave. First she loosened the leather straps holding her legs, then opened the manacles. The girl curled up in a ball and wept. Freya ignored her for the moment and looked at the mother who seemed equally miserable.
“Why do you cry? You should thank me!”
The red haired warrior smiled, obviously in high spirits.
“I made her a real woman. Better someone like me then some limp dicked farm boy. I at least deserve a body like hers. But enough foreplay now”

She turned away and moved a low wooden bench to the middle of the room, right in front of the older slave. The woman was quite shocked. This brutal rape of her sweet little girl was merely considered foreplay by this monster? The young one was pulled up by the hair and made to lay down on the bench, belly down. After that she was tied with leather straps. In her misery she did not realize what was about to happen and didn’t even fight back. A wooden beam was placed beneath her so she had to raise her firm ass and it dawned on her.
“No! Please!” She began to struggle now, but the bonds held her tight.
“Not there, I beg you!”

As an answer she heard a loud smack and her mother’s muffled scream. Realising her mistake she corrected herself.
“Mistress” she said with a quivering voice. “Don’t hurt her please. I am sorry Mistress!”
“Good girl” Freya answered and emptied her cup. “But whatever you say, you will get buggered now. In fact, you better get used to it. I have quite a weakness for that, you know”

Seconds later her mistress was above her, rubbing her member between the girl’s ass cheeks. The slaves whole body tightened up as she struggled.
“The more you fight it, the more it will hurt you. But that’s alright with me”
Freyas cockhead was now pushing against her twitching anus. Using her body weight she slid in slowly but with ease despite the lack of lubrication. The slave felt Freyas huge tits and her hard nipples in her back. She let out a scream, filled with pain, despair and shame. Freyas mere touch made her recoil and now she was hugging her so closely.

“Oh shit you are tight!” Freya exclaimed “Gods be damned!”
The girl’s sphincter clenched down like a vise. This time there were now long hard trusts. Now she just rocked her hips gently back and forth while the slave did all the work. In her agony she could not relax and instead her ass convulsed wildly, involuntarily milking the thick shaft while Freya cuddled her and moaned happily.

The slave did not even beg anymore. She just sobbed and grunted in pain. Freya looked up and felt some disappointment when the mother looked down at her. Despite the revulsion she had to feel at the sight of her daughter fucked in the ass by a being such as Freya she watched and barely even blinked. “I see you learn faster than your girl. Good for you”

As she neared climax the warrior had to increase the force of her fucking. With a blissful sigh she came and just relished the moment. With a wet squishing sound she slid out of the girls ass. She was so tight that her hole closed up after just a few seconds. Freya gave the slave a brutal smack on the ass and turned away, laughing.

“That was a good one” she informed the two women “Imagine what you will be able to do with proper training.”
Of course the slaves did not really see the relevancy of that. Not yet. Quickly Freya emptied the rest of the whine. She felt already a little fuzzy-headed.

The girl looked up at her with tearful eyes as she came back. Still her cock stood fully erect and there was no sign that she would grow tired soon.
“Oh yes little one. Now we start for real”

A few moments later the girl squealed again as Freya was banging her mercilessly. Her mistress used much of her superhuman strength now and pounded into her slave like a jackhammer. Her heavy ballsack slapped against the girls still cumdripping cunt with every shove. She placed her hand on the girls head and pushed her face down against the hard wood. With the other hand she started playing with her own wobbling chest. She was every bit as brutal with her own flesh as she had been with the slave. Soon her fat nipples would be just as chafed and puffy.

The older slave witnessed the scene in front of her with growing horror. She looked upon the expression of pure joy on Freyas face. The more the woman beneath her suffered, the more she reveled in it. There was something animalistic about her now. A wild lecherous beast craving for carnal pleasure. Soon her body gleamed with perspiration, as did the slave. She did not stop anymore when she climaxed.

For three long hours the agonizing defilement of the slavegirl dragged on. For three hours Freyas cock slid in and out of her sore asshole without any interruption. Even all the lubrication provided by the warriors cum did little to ease the torment. And she still couldn’t relax her hole. Not with the burning pain she felt. Her ass convulsed and twitched permanently, giving her mistress only more pleasure. Freya had entered a heightened state of ecstasy along the way. The drugs in the wine had helped a great deal with that. Her mind was now completely enrapt by the brutal violation. She felt another climax coming up. The last one for today she assumed.

This state of bliss amplified her experience of lust and passion as well as her climaxes, but it was also taking its toll. She was now literally dripping wet with sweat and breathing heavily. Most muscles in her body burned like fire and some started to cramp already. Even her superhuman body was now completely exhausted. It had been quite a while since any of her playthings had drained her so fast.

The last orgasm hit her with mind-shattering force. She threw her head back and howled as she forced her cock as deep into the slave as it would go. Her whole body shudered as she pumped her full with cum again. As if the display wasn’t already perverted enough beads of milk formed on the tip of her nipples and ran down the curve of her breast in creamy white rivulets. It took a while for the lust to abate. Her cock continued to throb and pulse for several minutes as she catched her breath.

It was quiet now. No more moaning and screaming. Just her heavy breathing and the slaves soft whimpering. She felt nothing but exhausted.
“That was a great fuck, slave” she said in a coarse voice “And your ass still grips me tight. You and I will have a lot more fun together”
After that she collapsed, burying the slave underneath her. The girl could hardly breathe now but before she could say anything Freya had fallen asleep with her member still lodged inside. At least the worst of it was over and no way would the girl risk to wake up her mistress’ now. More likely than not her mother would pay the price for that.

Slowly she turned her head and stared up at her mother through a curtain of tears. Blushing in shame she now dared to look away, crying silently. The first day was over, what horrors would the next bring?

End of chapter 1
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[Claire]

I think I like the world building so far. What I am not really sure about yet is whether there is any bigger plot or story to this. Will this be just chapter after chapter in the life of the new slaves or will this be embedded in some larger plot? Because if it's the latter, I think I would have liked to get an idea what the central conflict is that the story revolves around.

[AdmiralPiet]

There is a somewhat larger plot behind it.

I don't know how familiar you are with Warhammer 40k. If not, the quick and dirty summary: By the end of the 41st millenium Humanity conquered the galaxy and ruled it for 10.000 years, but has entered into a dark age of religious tyranny. The Imperium of Man is attacked on all sides and from within. Several alien species, rebels, heretics and the gods of the warp (the warp being the dimension they use for FTL travel, but it is the realm of demons)
That is the setting.

The Chaos World of Karadan, Lady Sokara, Freya and all that are not part of the official fluff, but my own. I have some background conflicts in mind, and a timeline on how all this came to be.

The idea of the original Story on Hentai Foundry was to take different moments out of this setting . Sometimes a few chapters, sometimes just one.
But not one big connected story. (Not just Freya, but other characters as well. The Story over there is not named Freya's new slaves, just Karadan)

But as I said I would like to revamp this story and give it some improvements and a "better flow"
I shy away from writing a chapter featuring Lady Sokara, who is more or less my main character in this story, because I don't want to fuck it up.

There are 3 more chapters to go. I will post them later

[Shocker]

This is a great start of a story absolutely love the scene on the slave market. You draw a very vivid and atmospheric picture there. Also being sold as a slave must feel bad, but it should be souk crushing having to hear, that one isn’t even worth the asking price.

Looking forward to the next chapter.

[AdmiralPiet]

Chapter 2

Time crawled by agonizingly slow. Freya had fallen dead asleep and buried her young slave underneath her. The shemale’s huge cock still jammed up her abused asshole. It never went fully flaccid and kept her painfully stretched the whole night. The room had fallen silent, except for the occasional sob or snore. The young slave eventually had fallen asleep due to exhaustion. But it was a troubled sleep as nightmares haunted her. These did not come solely from her mind trying to cope with the rape and abuse. Darker thoughts that were not her own entered her mind. Time and time again she woke up and was imbued with cold fear.

Her mother went through her own hell in these hours. She could barely rest at all since she was still tied to the beam of the vertical rack. No one had bothered to free her from the big punishment gag invading her throat. At least she had managed to get a firm hold of her gag reflex, but breathing was still very hard. Every now and then she thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye, but it was gone once she looked. Voices at the very edge of hearing disappeared once she listened.

After a while she was sure that something else was in this room. Something primordial and evil possessed the very structure of the fortress. They had felt it before, as they entered through the dark gates. It filled her with dread. She even caught herself wishing that Freya would wake up again. That something would happen to distract her from this thing. The few wailing screams from far away were not enough!

But she had to wait. Hour after hour trickled by until her mistress awoke with a groan. Freya propped herself up on her arms and looked over to the older slave.
“I hope you are well rested, today it’s your turn” she said cheerfully, before addressing the other slavegirl. “And you little one, did you enjoy having my cock inside you all night?”
She rocked her hips once, making the girl squeal in pain as the hard member moved inside her.
“I guess not. But soon you will beg me for it”

With that she pulled out and stood. The slave let out a sigh of utter relief.
Freya stretched and walked over to the table to pour herself a cup of water. She still felt a little hungover from the spiced wine, but that would soon wear of. Her horniness was another matter though. She had duties to attend, but she needed to cum now!

After drinking two cups of water she returned to the younger slave and kneeled beside the bench she was bound on. She spread the girls firm ass cheeks apart to look at her anus. Quickly she buried her face in the slaves cleft and stuck her tongue up the abused hole. The slave shivered in discomfort. She was disgusted by this repugnant act, but had no choice but to endure it.

Freya stopped after a while and moved on.
“What is your name girl?” she asked almost kindly. When she did not get an answer she grabbed the slaves hair and started to pull. “Don’t test my patience, girl!” Freya growled.
“S…Selia! My name is Selia, Mistress!” she squealed.
“Good. And your mother?”
“Muriel, Mistress”

Freya eased her grip and let her hands glide over the slave’s body.
“Forget that name, both of you” Freya ordered in a stern voice “You are slaves, my little fuck-pets! You have no names, save the ones I grant you. Do you understand?”

Selia considered what answer might please her mistress and finally stammered “Y…You…Your slave understands” Freya gave her a hard smack on her ass and rose to her feet. With swaying hips, she walked over to Muriel. The woman tried to be brave, to face the inevitable rape with a shred of dignity, but Freya could not be fooled. She could smell the fear, see it in her slaves’ posture.

She engaged a lever jutting out of the floor next to the rack. With clanking sounds the upper beam began to move and lifted Muriel off her feet. The warrior stepped up close and gently lifted the slaves head up.
“Look at me!” she commanded and studied the woman’s jewel like eyes. Here too she saw a hint of strength.
“I’ll make you an offer: If you behave, I will take that gag out. You will kiss me, please me, like a good sex slave” she explained “You saw yesterday that I can take my fun from you regardless. So it would be wise to cooperate, don’t you think?”
Muriel nodded frantically. She did not know if she had the strength to do whatever Freya wanted, but she wanted that vile thing out of her throat. She couldn’t take it any longer!
“Good”. Freya leaned in, sniffing, almost like an animal. The smell of fear in the woman’s sweat aroused her greatly. One of the best aphrodisiacs she knew.

She kneeled and slowly shoved two fingers into the slave’s cunt. Her thumb delicately massaged the clit. The woman tried to remain calm, but Freya could read her subtle reactions. She was very sensitive.
“You can look forward to have your clit pierced soon”
As she stood back up the shemale kissed and licked her slaves’ body. Muriels nipples were also very sensitive and soon stood fully erect. Freya bit the hard nubs, making the slave wince.

Finally, she reached behind the woman’s back and unfastened the punishment gag. Muriel coughed and retched as it came out, gasping for air.
“Remember the deal” Freya warned her and kissed the slave. Muriel did her best to kiss back. After having the huge gag in for so many hours she could barely close her mouth, but despite her revulsion she stuck her tongue in Freya’s mouth. Her strong legs came up, hugging Freya as if her life depended on it, even though doing it was humiliating. She felt the shemales’ hard cock pressing against her pubic mound, her own breasts smothered by Freya’s huge tits.

Freya growled joyfully and shifted her position a bit. The slave did not break the perverted kiss, even as the huge member painfully stretched her open. She was determined to make her owner happy if that meant less pain for Selia. She moved her hips in time with Freyas thrusts, despite the agony.
The warrior groped the woman’s body, pinching her nipples and smacking her ass. More and more Freya had to think that Urgat didn’t really try to overprice the two slaves. She would have so much fun for months to come.

Muriel endured her violation with remarkable calmness. No screams, no begging, just grunts of pain. But as the minutes dragged on, she felt something that made her question her sanity. She was getting wet! She was raped by a filthy mutant, and yet it happened. She even felt a hint of arousal. For a while she tried to deny what she felt but her body betrayed her. The agri-world she came from had never been as pure and chaste as the priests wanted it, but this was pure sin! Her shame grew with every second.

Of course, Freya had also noticed what was happening and was overjoyed. This revelation just inflamed her lust more “This planet brings the slut out in very woman” she said while kissing her slaves’ neck. “But with you it is happening pretty fast. I take it you like big cocks”
Without waiting for an answer she pressed her lips on Muriels once again. It was true that the woman had always preferred men with big members, and Freya had the biggest she ever encountered. It made sense that this world of corruption would influence her. But that knowledge didn’t make it any easier to endure. In fact it made her feel tainted, to fall for this madness so soon. And it would only get worse, she knew. Suddenly she broke the kiss and yanked her head back.
“No!” she screamed “Stop, please! Don’t make me cum, I beg you!”
In response Freya grabbed her by the hair and snarled: “You promised to behave slave-slut! Get back into it!”

Cold shivers ran down Muriels spine as she realized who would have pay for her failure. With tears streaming down her face she kissed Freya again. Every time the shemale cock slid up her now dripping wet cunt she came closer to accepting the inevitable: Raped by a heretic mutant freak she would have an orgasm. It took time and when it finally happened, she screamed in pure desperation, as Freya howled with lust. The slave’s wild convulsions drove her over the edge too.

Muriel felt the big cock pulse deep inside her, filling her up with cum. Freya’s nails dug deep into the skin on her back, leaving angry red marks. The two of them gasped for air as the climax finally abated. Freya stepped back, her skin gleaming with sweat and took in the scenery in front of her. The slaves hung sobbing and shivering on the wooden beam. Thick globs of cum and her own fluids ran down her now slick thighs.

Grinning she turned away and freed Selia from the fuck bench. She dragged the crying girl by the hair, forcing her to kneel in front of her mother.
“Look at that whore!” Freya commanded “She cried and begged, but she liked it well enough. Soon both of you will beg me to fuck you”
She shoved the slavegirl away from her and freed Muriel too. The older woman sunk immediately to the floor, but their mistress pulled both slaves back on their feet. It was either walking or a whipping, whatever they preferred.

More stumbling than walking they left Freya’s chambers, out into the maze of corridors. Trying to escape was out of the question. They would get lost immediately, but Freya knew her way around. After a while the air became hot and humid. The group entered some sort of public bath, lavish in size and ornamentation. Only a few of the pools were occupied but a dozen slavegirls stood ready to serve. From somewhere deeper into the area they heard moans and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

Freya led her slaves down a small hallway, to a more secluded room. It was cold here, and both women began to shiver as they stood on the edge of the pool. Freya pushed them forward into the icy cold water. They shrieked and hurried to get out, not even thinking about the possible consequences. The shemale ignored them and stepped into the water. Goosebumps formed all over her and she sighed. This was exactly what she needed now to calm down.

Once she was back out of the water she barked. “What are you waiting for slaves? Grab soap and sponges and get to work!”
The trembling women did as ordered, fearful of punishment. Muriel kneeled in front of her mistress, trying to at least spare her daughter the humiliating job of washing Freya’s cock. Freezing and in a hurry to get it over with they did not really please Freya. She let it slide…for now. There would be more than enough time to train them properly. After the were done with her she ordered them to wash themselves. Freya noted how they scrubbed themselves furiously, as if they could wash their shame away…

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Back in Freya’s chambers Slavegirls had delivered food. Muriel and Selia were tied to a column by their collars. They were both hungry, but the gruel the had been served was repugnant. They had to force it down however. Freya had given them time until she was finished with her own meal, or they would get thirty lashes each. They gagged and retched, but they did it. Their mistress watched them from the table, smiling. The white slurry was healthy and nutritious, but the taste was horrible.

Freya got up, still naked and looked down at them.
“That was disgusting, wasn’t it? Be good slaves and you will get better food.”
She loosened the bond and brought the slaves out of the room once more. Her chambers had their own cell block to hold her personal slaves. Selia started to cry as her mother was separated from her. She needed the comfort of having her close by, the thought of being alone crushed her spirits. Freya showed not a hint of compassion as she brought the slavegirl to her own cell. This too would help with the training. Behave and you can be together. As the heavy door shut with a loud clang, the young woman screamed in pure desperation…

End of chapter 2
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As before I would appreciate any feedback.
I guess I rushed the ending of the chapter a bit

[AdmiralPiet]

Chapter 3


In her desperation, Selia had not even realized that the light had turned off. She screamed and cried, beating her fists against the unyielding door before she broke down and curled up on the floor. When she finally calmed down, she realized that she was in utter darkness. Fearful the young woman then cowered in a corner for long minute after long minute. Like her mother in the night before she felt the sorcery lurking in the very architecture of the citadel. She could not shake the feeling that something else was in here with her. Or was it? Whenever she listened for any signs the presence vanished, leaving only emptiness.

Time lost its meaning. Was she alone for ten minutes, or had it been a few days already? She tried to rest, but every bit of sleep was filled with nightmares. Hazy flashbacks to her own rape, visions of carnage and slaughter. Every time she woke up, she said a prayer. But the words sounded hollow. In times like these prayers were meant to lift one’s spirits, to keep the Emperors light burning within one’s heart. To shield it against the forces of evil. At least that was what the confessors back home had said.

But it did not work. Soon she had to wonder if she had already been tainted. “She cried and begged, but she liked it well enough. Soon both of you will beg me to fuck you” Those were Freya’s words after she made her Mother cum, and Selia feared the heretic mutant might be right. Perhaps her faith had always been in question. Perhaps she had always been this weak. Even if she could flee from here: Would there still be salvation for her in the Emperors light?

Thoughts like these made the time in the cell even worse. She wanted to scream for help, but somehow she knew it would be pointless. So she waited and hoped for Freya’s return. Even though it meant more pain and violation.

When the light finally came back Selia screamed in shock. Without warning the door slammed open. Freya strode in, now wearing a kind of military uniform, still showing her impressive cleavage. Her pants were tight and sported a prominent codpiece that made no secret of her true nature like the loincloth did.
She looked down upon her naked slave, huddled in the corner.
“That is no way to greet your mistress, now is it girl?” Her voice sounded friendly, especially after the time Selia had spent alone in the cell. Unsure about what to do she looked up, and the tail of Freya’s whip struck directly above her head. “Get out of that corner and kneel before me!” the warrior barked, and after a shriek, Selia hurried to obey.

“Good. Now put your hands behind your head, chin up, chest out! Knees further apart!”
Freya walked around the girl, inspecting her. “You will assume this position every time I enter the room. Is that understood?”
“Y- Yes, Mistress!” Selia was under no illusion that to fail even just once would bring harsh punishment. She bit her lip and tried to remain calm as Freya dropped to one knee beside her and groped her breasts. She endured the hands roaming across her body. Her Mistress took hold of her wrist and guided Selia’s hand down to her crotch. “Go on, finger yourself for me” Freya commanded with a wicked smile on her lips.

Selia obeyed, clumsily rubbing her clit, swallowing the shame that it was causing her. But as she felt the slightest shiver of pleasure from touching herself her resolve broke. She backed away from Freya, fleeing back into the corner. Freya stood and said: “Very well” Seemingly more disappointed than angry. She fetched a pair of iron manacles that lay prepared at the door. Selia was sobbing, pressing the heels of her hands to her temples. She offered little resistance though as she was shackled and dragged outside. As they passed Muriel’s cell the girl saw that the door was wide open.

As they entered back into Freya’s main chamber it took all of Selia’s self-restraint not to try and escape from Freya’s grip.
The bench on which Selia was buggered last night had been removed. In its place stood a low sturdy table upon which Muriel was bound. Her hands and feet had been locked into wooden stocks. So she had to keep her head on the tabletop and her ass high up. Deliberately at the appropriate height for Freya to fuck her. A massive bit gag, almost too big to fit behind her teeth, had been forced into her mouth.

Selia was walked past the naked woman and forced down on her knees in front of a column. Tears streamed down her face at the sight of her mother, but she obeyed. She had to lift her arms so Freya could bind the manacles to the column. A short chain, fastened to the floor was hooked to her collar. She could now neither lay down or stand up. From here she could look into Muriel’s eyes and recoiled at the pain and horror she saw there.

Freya had turned away. The walls of her chambers were littered with weapons and trophies. Seemingly without system items had been placed wherever there was room. Knives and swords hung alongside leering alien skulls. Imperial medals had been pinned to what seemed to be flaps of human skin. The peaked cap of a commissar sat atop a broken skull. Most likely what was left of its former owner. The only part of the collection that was orderly arranged was a suit of power armor on a stand beside the bed.

As Selia could no longer bear to look at her mother she anxiously observed what Freya was doing. The cold shiver of fear ran down her back as she realized many obvious instruments of torture were placed on the walls too. Right now her mistress had taken a long riding crop off its rack and tested the flex. Pleased she turned back and sauntered back towards Selia, the crop loosely held at her side. She obviously enjoyed the girls fear, flashing her a mean smile.

As she passed Muriel however she stopped and raised her arm. Without warning, she beat the crop across the woman’s ass leaving an angry red mark. Her teeth sunk into the wood of her gag as she let out a blood-curdling scream. The mistress waited a few seconds for the worst of the pain to abate before she struck again. Muriel desperately fought against her bonds, wanting to get away from the lashes. She only ended up hurting herself more. Ten of these strokes she had to endure before Freya left her alone. All the while she screamed her lungs out, drowning out Selia’s crying and begging.

Finally, Freya stopped, leaving the woman panting and sobbing. She came over to Selia and gently lifted her chin up with the crop.
“Look at me!” she commanded, and asked: “Do you understand what that was for?”
The girl looked up with teary eyes and nodded. Of course, she did. When she disobeyed in the cell she had known that punishment would come, but she had not expected it to be this harsh.
“Yes, mistress” she whispered. She yelped as she felt a light hit with the crop on her breast.
“Speak loud and clear when you address me!”
“Yes, mistress!”
The warrior crouched down beside Selia and looked over to Muriel.
“If you fail to do as I say I will have to resort to harder measures, or maybe punish you both for every transgression. You two have to understand that I am still merciful with you” she explained. Selia stared at her, clearly unbelieving. What about the time they had spent here could be called merciful?
“I know you don’t get it yet but think back to the slave market girl. Surely you have seen worse there than what you have endured?”

At the mention of the markets, images sprung up in Selia’s mind. She had tried not to think about that cruel place. A young woman tortured merely to entertain the crowd. A man whipped to death. A row of slaves impaled on wooden stakes and a thousand other horrors. Life had no inherent value to these people. Selia’s value was measured in how much pleasure she could bring her mistress. Aside from that, she was a piece of meat. Yes, it could have been much worse.

She looked sidelong at her mistress, eyes wide with fear. Freya’s gaze was ice cold, devoid of any compassion. Selia believed she would be able to inflict all those horrors on them without a second thought. With that came the realization that all she and Muriel could do to avoid that was to keep their owner happy. But would they be able to endure the perverted games?

Freya smiled as she saw the realization play across Selia’s face and stood back up. Then she began to undress. She did it slowly, drawing the act out. Everyone in the room knew that more rape was inevitable but waiting for it made it all even worse. Selia watched intently, finding herself unable to look away.
The day before she did not notice the scars. She saw the tattoos, and the neural interface plugs sutured into her flesh, but not the multitude of faint scars. Most of them came from battle, but somehow Selia knew that some were caused by torture. The mistress was no stranger to pain.

As she was fully naked Freya turned towards her slave. Her massive cock hung directly in front of Selia’s face, and without further command, the girl leaned forward and began to lick. The act disgusted her, but there was no choice. She did it more eagerly than the day before, intent on making no mistakes this time.
Freya reached down and lifted her swelling cock up. Selia forced herself to dive right in. She nuzzled the heavy balls very slowly, as she remembered that would please her mistress. Freya stepped in closer, rubbing her groin across the slave’s face. The scent of the shemale’s body filled her nostrils, and to her surprise, she did not find it outright unpleasant.
As the member grew hard Selia licked its underside from base to tip, letting her teeth drag along the soft skin. She went by instinct, but a soft gasp told her she was doing it right.

“Well done girl,” Freya said as she stepped back “Maybe I will go a little easier on the other whore”
The warrior looked back towards Muriel.
“I want you to watch what I am doing to her. All of it. Understood?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
Selia said it loud and clear, but she felt her heart sink.
Her mother had watched her the night before, bearing the scars those images would leave on her soul. As resolved as she was not to let Muriel be punished by her mistake: Would she have the strength to do so?

Freya walked over to Muriel and announced: “Let’s try to make you cum again; whore”
She kneeled behind the bound woman. Gently she caressed Muriel’s inner thighs, moving slowly upwards. She enjoyed the growing unease of her slave. But there was no denying it: Deep down the slave did like it to be touched this way. Even the pain from the whip marks could not drown these feelings. A quiet gasp escaped her mouth as Freya’s thumb rubbed her clit. After having her squirm for a while fingers gently spread the soft petals of her sex.

Freya leaned in, sniffing again. She drew in the smell of fear and arousal letting it fan the fires of her own lust. Her fingers dipped inside Muriel and came back glistening.
“Wet already?” she asked mockingly. She continued to stimulate the slave’s clit and began to lick her too. Muriel’s breathing became quicker as she fought against her own feelings.
Freya’s tongue slid upwards between her cheeks. Her struggle renewed as the tongue teased her asshole. She was fearful, not only of the anal rape that would come but also of the possibility she might enjoy that perversion too.

“Not yet,” Freya said, guessing what was going on inside her head “but soon.”.
The warrior looked over to Selia, satisfied that the girl watched attentively. A few minutes later Muriel was dripping wet and crying. She shivered in disgust at herself. She wanted to believe it was this world of daemons that was infecting her mind, but the doubts grew ever stronger. Maybe Freya was right. Maybe the slut had been in her all along.

Freya rose back to her feet and took position. Her cock slid inside the wet folds of flesh. As her cunt was brutally stretched Muriel’s cry of pain transformed into a hungry moan. Freya pulled back out and forced herself back in. Slowly increasing the pace until the room was filled by the rhythmic clap of flesh on flesh. And wet sucking noises too.

The moans became louder. Unbidden old fantasies came back to Muriel. Fantasies of herself being bent over a table, while she was steadily fucked from behind. Freya gave her much of how she always wanted to be treated during sex. She tried to fight it. But her mind was a mess of pain, shame and lust.

She tried to think of other things. Tried to fight the lust burning inside her. Lake the night before every painful thrust brought her a little closer to climax. Time stretched as she resisted against all hope. She felt her hot juices running down her thighs. Dripping down on her bound hands.
Eventually, she gave up and let the inevitable orgasm roll over her.

“Whew!” Freya exclaimed after the slave’s body relaxed again. It was a strong orgasm, her contractions nearly carrying Freya over the edge too
“This took longer than I expected”
She looked down at Muriel and felt her cock twitch at the sight. The woman was drenched in sweat, tears rolling from her eyes and spittle pooling beside her.

Lifting one foot up onto the table Freya continued. Her thrusts became more forceful. Quickly she increased the pace to a brutal pounding. Muriel screamed into her gag, begging unintelligibly. Hands clawing at empty air as she tried to cope with the pain.

Selia still watched, eyes wide and horrified, but she dared not look away. She needed not to imagine how her mother felt right now. Freya had given her the same treatment the night before. Taking what she needed from her property, enjoying the pain she caused. Every relentless thrust of Freya brought back the memories from yesterday, made her feel the pain again. It sickened her but she bit her lip and kept watching minute after minute.

Freya finally slowed down when she felt herself getting close to climax. She pulled out of the slave, her glistening cock twitching and dripping precum. Before Muriel could feel any relief she felt Freya’s lips on her sex again. Her slick tongue worming its way inside her. Jolts of pleasure raced through her body as her clit was rubbed again. Fingernails dragged along her cheeks and thighs, leaving angry red marks.

Freya was good, knowing exactly how to arouse her further. She was still in pain, her cunt sore. But that pain was washed away by pleasure. Fingers dipped in and out of her wet pussy for a while. Then she felt Freya’s tongue again, playing around her clit.
Mere minutes later she moaned like a whore as a second climax was reached.

Leaving the convulsing woman alone Freya turned towards Selia and asked: “Would you like me to give her a break?”
The grin on her mistress’ face told her that nothing good would come of it, still she answered in agreement. A few seconds later the shemale’s massive cock was placed directly in front of her, a milky drop of precum rolling off the tip.
“Then open your mouth. Wide”
Selia did as ordered and Freya let her dick slide inside. The salty taste of cum on her tongue wasn’t pleasant. But another, tarter aroma was making her retch as she realized that she was tasting her own mothers’ juices.

Freya grabbed her hair and pulled on it.
“Hold still slave!” she ordered before shoving her cock deeper, feeling Selia’s teeth drag along her skin. The girl gagged as the cock slid deeper into her throat. As Freya began rocking her hips she started moving her tongue. Desperate to get this over with.

But Freya decided to draw this out, moving deliberately slow. Holding herself back. Yet, the muffled grunts of her slave aroused her greatly. Grabbing Selia’s hair with both hands she pushed again and grunted: “You will swallow what I give you”
Throwing her head back she moaned enrapt as she came. Her cock twitched in the slave’s mouth as hot cum filled her up. She was unable to swallow with the tip of Freya’s member invading her throat. The sticky white fluid soon overflowed, running down her lips and chin.

Finally, the mistress pulled out, thin strands of saliva connecting her cock to Selia’s lips. The girl gasped for air and coughed up globs of cum and spit. The mess dribbled down her chin and onto her breasts. Blind with tears she did not see Freya turn away, but then she heard a shrill scream from Muriel.

Selia had failed again, and Muriel was paying the price again. Selia reared up in her bonds, screaming and begging. Offering to take double the punishment if her mother was spared. But to no avail. The older woman received another ten brutal strokes with the crop. Selia fell silent and hung her head.

“A slave has no say in the punishment” Freya explained “Better accept that”
The sobbing girl looked up at her mistress, finding her glistening cock once more in front of her face.
“Lick it clean, and be quick about it. I have more plans for the two of you”

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[AdmiralPiet]

Title of Chapter 4

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.

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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.

As she walked around and positioned herself behind the bound girl, Selia felt cold fear run down her spine. The blonde shemale seemed kind, even uncannily so. Freya was merciless and cruel, regarding her slaves as nothing more than toys. But Selia had seen it in those emerald green eyes that Caelyn was even more insane, and possibly the more dangerous of the two.

Selia tensed as she felt the tip of Caelyn’s cock prod her ass. “I make you a deal, slave” Caelyn whispered into her ear “You will cum, even if I need the entire night. But if you play along and do it soon, I might convince Freya to give your mother a rest”
The young woman had a good view on the bed, and as she watched her mother bounce up and down on Freyas huge dick, she resolved to do what she could to help her. But before she could answer Caelyn increased the pressure against her anus. Selia gasped as her spincter was slowly, and painfully, forced open. She wanted to help, but would she be able to do it?

Caelyn was very gentle this time. She worked her cock in slowly, giving Selia ample time to adjust to her girth. The stretching was still agonizing, but Selia grit her teeth and dug her nails into the hard wood of the A-frame. “You need to learn to relax and get used to this, girl” her rapist said as she slid ever deeper.

Meanwhile Freya got bored by letting Muriel set the pace. She threw the panting woman off. Quickly the manacles binding her wrists were unhooked.
“Up!” Freya growled “On all fours!”
Muriel was almost unable to push herself up, her aching arms and shoulders barely holding her weight. Seconds later her mistress grabbed her by the hips and took her from behind. Like a bitch.

Caelyn started to rock her hips slowly after she finally pushed her length in. “Feel my balls on your cunt? You have taken it all in” Her right hand slid in between Selia’s legs and started to rub her clit. The other hand traveled across the girl’s body, caressing her. Selia felt no lust just shame and anguish. But the sight of Freya hammering into her crying mother gave her focus. As much as her bonds allowed, she tried to fuck Caelyn back. Her movements were clumsy but it obviously impressed the mistress.
“I see you get the hang of it little one. I guess there is a whore inside of you”
“Yes mistress!” Selia moaned the words more than she said them as Caelyns fingers slid into her. To her own great surprise she was getting wet. Perhaps it was best to just go along with the dirty talk. Maybe if she was just stimulated hard enough.
“Please mistress, harder!”

Caelyns eyes lit up and she leaned forward to grab Selia’s breast. “Tell me slave. Have you masturbated before?” she asked, pinching the slave’s nipple. Her movements no became faster, her fingers rubbed Selias clit quite roughly.
“Yes mistress, I have” the girl squealed in between pained gasps.
“Then tell me about it”
Selia struggled to think clear. She thought of home, of lonely hours within her small room. And of a a particular summer day.
“I spied on my friend” she cried. “As she was with a man”
“Tell me more! I want to know everything!”

Selia tried to remember.
“She had met him in the fields. He was a farm hand and one day they slipped away after the work was done” She remembered the sunset on that day, the weather, even the smell of the air. But none of that interested her mistress. “I followed them. To one of the tool sheds. I watched them through a slit in the wall.”
Caelyns fingers slid inside her, the nails scratching her soft inner walls. Urging her on.
“They got naked. She knelt in front of him, licking him. She wanted to lie down, but he asked her to bend over a workbench” Selia choked up as she remembered how the man took her friend from behind. Like Caelyn did now.
“I watched them and touched myself.”
“Did you want to join them?” the mistress asked, once more rubbing the slaves clit, more gentle now.
“Yes mistress.”
“You wanted to be the at the bench, hm?”
“Yes! Yes!” Selia screamed out
“And did you want your friend to touch and lick you too”

“No!” That had never occurred to her, but now that Caelyn had said it she immediately wondered how that would have felt. And had she made a mistake now? Her mistress wanted to hear filth.
“Maybe.” She said “But I am sure you would have liked it. I will have your mother play the role of your friend next time”
Selia shifted uncomfortably. She wanted to feel the touch of her friend. She wanted the pain in her ass to stop. She dreaded the thought of Muriel licking her. She wanted to be free of her bonds, bent over the workbench. Wanted her mother to kiss her, to be alone with the farmhand, rubbing herself, to have Caelyn fuck her…
Was she going mad now?

“You get in the mood now, slut” Caelyn cheered. As her fingers dipped into the girl again, making wet squelching sounds. Selia shook her head, feeling lust rise between her legs as reality, memory and desire mixed in her mind. She tried to get a hold of her feelings. But soon she did not fight it anymore. It would make her cum, would put a stop to her violation. Finally, after imagining the scenes over and over, trying to detach herself from the horrors of the present, she tensed up, and felt the orgasm roll over her. She screamed all her pain, lust and frustration out as her mistress started to cum into her ass.

All the while Freya fucked her slave, but had kept an eye on what Caelyn was doing. Without warning her cock slid out of Muriels pussy and entered her asshole again in a brutal thrust. Roughly she grabbed Muriels hair and pulled the woman upright. Turning her head towards Selia she ordered: “Watch!”
Muriel tried to look away, but Freya’s grip was like a vise.
“She will be punished anyway, don’t make it harder for her. Watch!”

She observed, once again seeing Selia raped. Of course she had heard what her the tale daughter had told. Heard the growing lust in her voice. As she saw the way Selia moved and the trembling of her thighs, Muriel’s heart sank. They were getting through to her daughter too, making her cum from a horrid rape.

After she finished, Caelyn stepped back slapped Selia’s ass. With a grin she walked towards the bed.
“Leave her alone, Captain!” she said firmly, and Freya arched an eyebrow.
“Why?”
“Because I promised her” she explained, pointing towards Selia “If she came. And she did”
“And why would I honour your promise?”
Caelyn jumped without warning, fast as a snake. She jostled Muriel to the side and pulled Freya down into the sheets.
“Because it would undermine our authority. Not keeping our words” she whispered while nuzzling Freya’s neck.
“Groxshit!” Freya shot back, only halfhearthedly wrestling with her subordinate
“Then do it because I ask” Caelyn said, dragging her teeth along Freya’s skin “I will make it up to you”
Her fingers closed around Freyas still hard cock and started pumping. She caressed her Captain with kisses and biting. The two of them were writhing on the bed for a while longer before Freya relented.
“Fine!” she groaned “But the young bitch gets her lashes first!”

Caelyn let go of Freya and stood up.
As she turned towards the bound slave she said in a upbeat voice: “As you wish, Captain. Always at your service”
Freya rolled her eyes and wondered if her second-in-command needed some punishment too. Lovers or not, at times she started to forget who was superior, even in public.


Meanwhile Caelyn forced the ball gag back into Selia’s mouth. As the girl struggled she just said: “You will need it for what comes next”. Afterward the bonds where loosened. First the spreader bar, then the chains and belts. Selia fell to the floor, crying out loud as she could move her stiffened shoulders again.

Without a second pause Caelyn pulled her up again by the hair. Quickly she shackled the girl again. This time in a spread-eagle position between two columns. Selia could barely stand on the tips of her toes. Muriel’ manacles then got clipped into the same rings on the columns.
The two gagged slaves now stood directly opposite each other. Freya wrapped a leather belt around both women’s waist and pulled it tight, mashing their big tits together.

Selia grew more and mor anxious with every passing second. As she saw Caelyn grabbing the whip she started to cry again. Muriel took a hold of her daughters hand, but could not even say a comforting word. She resorted back to praying, but all the uplifting hymns and verses of the Emperor just sounded hollow in her mind. Her helplessness was crushing her spirits.

“Now, fifteen was it?” Freya asked as Caelyn got into position.
“I believe so, Captain”
Without any more warning the whip was swung. As it landed on Selia’s back, the girl flinched, but the true pain, caused by the electric stimulation registered a moment later. It flowed over her, like acid. This hit was not comparable to the other whips and crops she had already felt. The electro component made this instrument of torture far mor malicious. She reared up in her bonds, tearing frantically at them. Muriel cried too, as Selia’s nails dug into her own hand. The girl was holding her so tight it felt like her fingers would break.
Both slaves could not scream properly as the belt hindered even normal breathing.

The pain from the first hit slowly subsided, and panic overcame Selia. How could she endure fourteen more lashes like this? Eyes wide with terror she started to beg, even though the gag rendered every word unintelligible. Her mistresses where not even interested. Freya stood by, enrapt by the crying women and masturbated. Caelyn laughed and placed a second hit across Selia’s back. The pain that aroused the shemale so much made Selia wish she were dead. Several times she threatened to pass out. But she was quite strong and Caelyn knew what she was doing. Giving the slave enough respite after each hit to stay in the here and now.
Blood ran down Muriel’s arms as her daughter’s nails finally broke skin.

When the last blow finally fell Selia had become quiet. Hanging limply in her bonds she just whimpered. As the bonds were loosened, she fell to the ground in a heap.
Muriel’s gag was taken out too, but the older woman was left hanging in her bonds.
Freya waited until the sobbing woman calmed down enough to register was she was saying.
“Now, enjoy your rest.” The shemale said “The young bitch spared you for today”

She turned towards Caelyn and ordered: “Down! On your hands and knees”
Caelyn obeyed with a smile on her lips and wondered what was in store for her. Freya got something from the big table and her friend smiled as she saw what it was. A simple bowl filled with the disgusting porridge reserved for slaves.

The bowl was placed beneath Caelyn and without much ceremony Freya took her from behind. Unlike the slaves Caelyn absolutely loved to take it up the ass. Especially the stretching when she was unprepared.
“Do it hard!” she cooed, but her wish was fulfilled before she even finished the sentence. Freya laid into her with the force of a jackhammer. Caelyn took hold of her hard cock, pumping the thick meat furiously. Precum dripped of her glans, into the bowl below.

Selia looked up, taken out of her dark thoughts by the moaning and clapping of flesh against flesh. The sight was sickening. The two shemales did not only fornicate without any shame in front of others. They were mutants, abominations. Their very existence was against the Emperor’s law, and every follower of the creed was taught to hate them, unconditionally.

Yet Selia found herself unable to do anything but stare at them. At the way their muscular bodies moved in sync with each other, how their huge tits jiggled with every thrust. And the expression of rapture on their faces.
Their panting and moaning got louder and finally they reached another climax. Caelyn arched her back as her cock started to spurt thick loads of semen. Some of it splattered to the floor, but most of it landed in the bowl.
Selia felt queasy as she watched the globs of cum fall into the already disgusting pulp.

Freya pulled out and Caelyn, still panting hard, looked at Selia with a smile.
“Supper is ready. Come here girl”
Miserably Selia crawled over and nearly retched as she looked into the bowl.
“Feed your mother too, and be quick about it” Freya added as the two shemales got up to sit at the table. They seemingly ignored Selia, but the girl knew that she had to act fast.

She took the bowl and started shoveling the stuff into her mouth, tears still streaming down her face. It was even more disgusting now than the day before, with its new salty ingredient. But it was far better than feeling the horrid electro-whip again.

A few times she had to spit out what she had in her mouth, retching and couching. After half the bowl she remembered that she was supposed to feed her mother too. She got up, barely able to stand on shaky legs. When she turned towards Muriel she felt a pang of anger. Muriel would now be allowed to rest, because Selia did good. On the other hand Selia payed the price for Muriel’s failure. For a few moments she wanted to scream at her mother. Tell her that she hated her for it.

The thoughts frightened her, and the anger vanished as quick as it had come. Of course, Muriel had it no better than herself, both of them still trapped on a world of Chaos. And of course, she did everything she did to save Selia. What she could do was very limited however. Was this the strategy behind punishing the other if one failed? Not to ensure obedience, but to break their bond? Or was there no strategy at all and it was just cruelty?

Selia scooped up a handful of the gruel and held it in in front of Muriel, who just hung limp and beaten in her chains.
“Eat” Selia whispered. The older woman looked up with bloodshot eyes, absolutely miserable.
“S-S-Sorry.” She whimpered tearfully, “I am so so sorry!”
“I know, mama. Eat. Please!”
Selia stressed the last word, fear of more punishment already rising, and Muriel understood. Soon thereafter the bowl was empty.

On wobbly legs the slavegirl then plodded over to the table and fell to her knees. Freya and Caelyn stopped talking and looked at her.
“Your slave has done as you ordered” she said and presented the empty bowl.
“Well done” Freya said “Even licked it clean”
The mistress left her seat and squatted down beside the kneeling slave. She tapped a finger against the slaves’ lips.
“Open!”
As Selia did so her mistress put a slice of fruit into her mouth.
“My friend likes you a lot. This is your reward”
The fruit, whatever it was, tasted rather tart, but after the porridge it was sweet as honey. She almost was thankful towards her mistress for giving her this reward.

Freya got back to her feet and Caelyn joined her. Both their cocks, now only half erect hung in front of Selia. But already they became aroused again.
“As per our bargain, we leave the old whore alone for today” Caelyn explained “But that means you will have to work hard to satisfy both of us”

Selia looked up and did the only thing she could have done.
“Yes mistress. This slave is yours to do with as you please”

End of chapter 4
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This is all I have of this story so far.
As I said I would like to rewrite it to give it a better flow. I think it feels a bit jagged as it is.
What do you think about the inclusion of the picture?

[Claire]

This is all I have of this story so far.
As I said I would like to rewrite it to give it a better flow. I think it feels a bit jagged as it is.
What do you think about the inclusion of the picture?

I think the picture looks good, definitely gives you a feeling for what these two look like. I envy you a little. I wish I could draw like this.

So what would you like to change about the story if you rewrote it? I think your writing itself, the way you describe the scenes is very good. But I have one issue with the story that I would try to address if I had to rewrite it. If you're interested, we could talk about that here. But I would like to hear from you first what you would like to change so much that you consider a rewrite.

[AdmiralPiet]

Thanks for the reply and the praise. I was about to write what I think is wrong with my story to coax some reply.

My main Problem with this is that I did not write it in one go. Maybe it is just my overly critical view as the author but:
I wrote chapter one, and got some feedback on it. After that I edited the initial part with the transaction and the slave market. It was originally shorter. I tried to keep up a style with more in depth descriptions, not just quickfire: This happened, then she did this, after that this, and this and that happened.
Part two was nearing completion when I got hasty because I wanted to have something to post. The shower scene was too rushed.
I have the feeling the story is "clunky" or "uneven"

Then character descriptions: I don't know. Did your mental image that was based on my descriptions match the actual pic somewhat?
I think that could be improved.
(Additionally: I work on an updated picture of Freya. Much the same, but some details added. I could show you the WIP if you are interested)

Some other things don't fit the setting that good.
For Example: Freya is Captain to the personal Guard of the Chaos Lord that rules Karadan, meaning th eentire star system. That is a high profile target. She would not stroll alone through the markets. Urgats warehouse should be surounded by armed guards why she is in there shopping.

I would very much like to hear what your issue with the story is.

[Claire]

Did your mental image that was based on my descriptions match the actual pic somewhat?

I'm probably the wrong person to ask this. I don't have clear mental images of characters in my head, a vague concept at best. I said this before on the forum, but I think I have Aphantasia. So to me, Freya is just a tough, bulky mutant woman with a large penis, but I don't recall any other physical details.

I would very much like to hear what your issue with the story is.

My main issue is that I have no idea what the story is about. I see this very intricate world and Freya buying these slaves, but the only purpose seems to be to depict a sequence of rapes. But what is the central conflict of the narrative? Is it about whether these two slaves manage to escape? The text doesn't even seem to entertain the idea. Does Freya have some larger goal that she is collecting slaves for? Does the sexual abuse have a point beyond her personal pleasure, like is she trying to break them mentally until they are completely subservient to her and then they become agents or a personal guard for her? Does she need trained sex slaves as escorts for infiltration missions? The story seems to have no goal it is walking toward. When I finish a chapter, I have no sense that the story progressed in any way. The slaves are still in a hopeless situation and face another day of horrific abuse in the next chapter, but that is exactly where we start each chapter. And so the story ultimately reads as: "The slaves were raped this way. And then they were raped this way. And then they were raped this way. And then..." and there is no tension in the narrative because of that. It does not seem to be building toward anything, it resolves nothing, it advances nothing. And that is why I am not emotionally invested in what's happening.

If I may make a comparison to one of my own stories. Look at the first part of Späte Genugtuung. You might not like it, it might be too soft for you and we can argue whether I wrote that chapter well. But the opening chapter does the following: It introduces a man who is struggling with an obsessive attraction for one of his students and the chapter ends asking a clear question: Will he be able to keep his hands to himself when he meets her tomorrow in his office? And from then on do the next few chapters progress toward the answer of that question. That is where the tension in that story comes from.

So if I were to rewrite your story, I would do this: Freya wants these slaves for a reason. The abuse has a point beyond sexual gratification. Maybe she's recruiting for something. And for the slaves it becomes a question of whether they will submit. That would also introduce another interesting dynamic. If Freya wants them to submit and be useful to her beyond being sex toys, then she has to be careful not to break them too much. They have to still be functional as human beings. That would then give your slaves some agency to truly resist that they don't have right now. And suddenly, all the abuse sequences become a struggle and are emotionally charged. The story is about something. Maybe the first act is about whether they submit or not and ends with the daughter submitting and the mother not submitting and escaping. And then the story shifts to the mother trying to save her while the daughter becomes more and more a willing participant in whatever larger goal Freya has. Whether you like that idea or not: The difference is, your story would be about something and not only depict a sequence of rape scenes.