Freya’s new slaves – Warhammer 40k [TFf] [anal] [bdsm] [nc] [fantasy]

ATTENTION reader, this story contains: futa, BDSM, torture, violence, rape, lactation.

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The light inside the warehouse was dim, but Freya could see several Slaves in their cages who were visibly relieved that their time to be sold had not yet arrived. Two women however were terrified as they looked back at their new owner. She turned away from the slave cages 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 was always satisfied with 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”
He snapped his fingers and the two massive slave-handlers behind him moved towards the many slave cages. Both were the complete opposite of their boss: Tall, with broad shoulders, wearing only leather hoods and revealing loincloths. Unholy symbol had been carved into their flesh with glowing hot knives. Urgat thankfully hid most of his decayed body underneath expensive robes.

The two men opened a cage and pulled out the two slaves who occupied it. They bound their wrists and ankles with heavy chains. A leather collar was to be placed around their necks. The flimsy rags they wore were ripped off their bodies.

Freya had bought the pair of them, mother and daughter. Slavers had caught them during a raid on an imperial agri-world. Those were the easiest targets. Both of them were stunning with blue eyes and jet black hair. The young one was not even twenty years old and had a body to die for. Well proportioned, very fit due to being a farm girl, and a huge pair of tits to play with. And she was a virgin. 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.

The mother was in some ways even better. Age had only refined her beauty. She was equally fit and had wider hips than her daughter. And even bigger tits. Freya already thought about squeezing some milk from them. Her firm ass was also untouched! But right now she worked hard to annoy her new mistress. During the price negotiation she had constantly begged for her daughter to be released. A few hard slaps had shut her up, but now she was starting again.

“You got a punishment gag for her?” Freya asked the trader who answered with a dirty grin. Another 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.
“How generous you are today.”

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 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”
The handler beside her pinched her nipple, twisted it brutally and bellowed: “You address her as mistress! Always!”
“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!”
Both of them looked, 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.

“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 twelfth 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 wimpering. 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?

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