FREYA
I was woken by a buzz, and the rays of the light of the sun on my face.
It was a different room. I could tell that because the bed had no poles like the one, I was tied to the previous night, and the walls bore no whips and BDSM stuffs in the red room I was tossed into and roughly fucked.
I sat up on the bed, and with a little blur, I searched the corners of the room to know if I would see the devil, Jaxon, nestled on one of the sofas in the room, but just then, I only realized that was massive, and it had a massive connection to another room, and a massive door that leads to a massive balcony.
He wasn’t here in the big room with me, but I could see traces of smoke escaping the room next to the room on whose bed I was sitting.
I looked at myself and my eyebrows went up on their own. I knew we had something last night, and I was supposed to be stack naked, as he did the good of taking off my clothes and now I was clad in a see-through linen.
First, the room is not the same room I slept off in, and second, someone clothed me with the see-through linen gown, and whoever it was that did that, must have been the one who took me out of the red room, and laid me on the massive bed of this massive room.
I looked at my right and saw a phone resting next to the pillow which was set next to my pillow.
Maybe Jaxon slept next to me last night. I could remember not knowing his name at first, until he thrusted my pussy with his dick and asked me to call him by the name, Jaxon.
I stretched my hand towards the phone and took it up. It wasn’t mine, and I should lay a finger on it, but it was its buzzing, coupled with the sun light on my face, that woke me up, so, I thought I was duty bound to check out on it.
I clicked the side buttons, and thus came the phone to wake, displaying a text on the screen. The name on the screen was Dad’s, but the words seemed so strange.
“Good day, Lord Jax. Now you have Freya, I expect you remit more money. She is worthy enough to be your sex slave, and if only I am not able to pay up my debt, then, you must have her pussy as the bait, and she would serve you pretty well in bed, as she had been groomed on that.”
My face reddened with rage. Dad had played a smart game on me by getting me handed over to the monster, Jaxon, as a collateral for a debt.
Good lord, he even described me as ‘groomed for sex’.
It was now I knew why he always got me drunk, and send in men to take tolls on me, why I lay unconscious at night, under the influence of alcohol.
He had been grooming me into a whore, with whom he would pay for his debt.
Goddamn!
I dropped the phone with care, because I knew I can’t afford ruining the devil’s property, unless I was willing to burn in hell.
Dad is such an asshole if all he thinks of me is that I am just good for the young devil’s bed.
I took off the bedsheet, revealing my lily-white body, which the gown could not hide from my sight, and gradually, I rolled out of the bed.
It wasn’t an easy task, rolling out of it because it was really massive, and my body was tiny in its space, but I found my feet on the floor of the room, whose coolness seared into my feel, giving me a sort of pleasure that made me wait a minute before standing to my feet.
What I needed most at the moment was how best to flee from the monster, Jaxon, whom I had been bundled to, as a collateral for a debt.
I ambled towards the next room, from where the thin smoke was making its way into the room where I was.
Jaxon is a great smoker, I guessed. He did it last night before having me treated like a slave that had just been sold off to him, with a tag for sexual exploitation.
The room was as massive as the one I came from, but it wasn’t a bed room. It was a living room with a full set of sofas, a home bar, and a book shelf.
It was a beautiful space, though it wasn’t heavily laden with furniture. I walked into it and there he was, tall, handsome, and rich.
His hair was black and long, though not half as long as mine, but I would call it long because most of the men in my immediate neighborhood do shave their hair, or leave it short.
I didn’t like his kind of person, but I love his hair, because it was black, long, and well-treated. Well, he is rich, and his hair should of course be treated with the best hair owls and shampoos known to mankind.
Seeing him gave me goosebumps. His facial and physique reminded me of the rich romans I had read of in book, who oil their skin and dwell in rich palaces.
I paused, there was no need going any further, because he was there in the room, feeding his lungs with tobacco, and filling the air with smoke from the cigar he had sent to the gates of eternal judgement.
I took count, there were about five sticks burnt from head to tail and dumped in a mini-glass bowl.
He had smoked five, and he was dragging the sixth one when I stepped into the room, clad in the see through gown that gave away my body.
He looked at me, and thus came that hungry gesture that I had not seen in all my life, except in movies. It was the gesture of a lion on his meal.
I shrank into myself and stepped back, but his eyes narrowed like that of a mad dog aiming at its victim with disgust and precision.
His gesture asked me to stop, I could read it, but I wished to flee from him.
FREYAMy legs failed me.They stopped going back to where they came from, as his eyes rested on me in that dare devil manner.I’m not the devil here, but the devil himself was daring the courage that made my legs step away from his sight.He sucked hard on the cigar trapped between his lips, and let the tobacco-rich smoke into the air, making the sight of him blur for a second and clear off in the next second.He was such an addict. A slave to the habit of smoking, and the habit of torture sex. I could see his craving in his eyes, like that of a shark to the smell of blood in the ocean.He relaxed on the sofa on which he was nestled on, doing his smoking bidding.“Don’t stand looking at me, come here.”His words were supposed to be harsh, because his tone was harsh, but his voice turned out lovely to my ears, such that I wished he would whisper into my ears with that voice of his. My legs, once again, betrayed me. They conveyed me to him, but in a much slow manner, because the mind w
FREYAI knew I hated him, but the touch he gave me wasn’t enough.I want more of him. I wanted him to grab my waist and bang me the way he just did. I want that cum in my mouth once again.I ran my tongue around my lips, capturing the cum that was leaning on them, and taking down my throat like he ordered, feeling the creaminess, and yearning for more.I stood up, and fixed my gown, which though I was clad in it, left the feeling of being stack naked on me, because it was transparent, and he could see not just my breasts through it, but my pussy.I inhaled and returned to the massive room he walked into, but he wasn’t there. He must have left the house, naked.I wonder why he would do such, because his trousers which he took off during his bidding of driving pleasure from my pussy by giving me pleasure.I walked over to the bed. There was entirely nothing to do in the big room, if not to walk around the house, sleep, and probably get fucked the second time.I didn’t feel the urge to l
FREYAIt had been two months since I was brought here, and I was already seeing changes in my body, having been sexually active with Jaxton.I guess no one noticed the changes in my body, not even the maids who were ladies, too, maybe because none of them truly gave a damn about me.I was pregnant for a heartless git, who had me in his crisp like a bank would hold the collateral for a loan, while waiting and praying the loan never gets paid.I can’t have a baby with him. Not now, not ever.I rushed to the mirror in my room. I first noticed the changes on my body while I was taking a bath in the bathroom, but here, right before the mirror, it was more evident than I ever thought.My body was gradually changing physically, and I was sensing some internal changes, too.At least, I could sense that I take more naps nowadays, and I crave for more food than I ever craved for, and I had become the laziest thing in the weird billionaire mafia’s abode.The maids were there to serve me, and the
FREYA I had always been so good an athlete all my life, so, taking off to the gate at the far end of the garden was no big deal.I scaled through the garden, careful not to be seen by or any of the maids who might be roaming around the property like they always did. I have seen them a couple of times roaming around the garden in daytime so I prayed so hard they don’t room tonight as I did my little bidding of fleeing from my captor’s hive, and I guess my prayers were answered before I thought of praying. They weren't there to tell me back to my space, so, I made my way out of the gate, and stepping out, I ran without looking back.Thanks to the boots, and the stripper gown that was so tight it clung to my body like my skin on my bones.I wonder what would be of Jaxton if he learns that the stripper regal the maids brought me had only been an aid to my escape; he would be so mad to realize that, but that's by the way.I fled like I had never done in my life, but then came the flash
FREYA His place was far from the city. I wouldn’t have gone this far with a man if not that I was only running to save my head from being severed from my body by Jaxton.Jaxton is mafia, and mafia could do anything to anyone who messes up around him; that’s exactly what I did by getting my ass off his place at the slightest chance.“Come on, get down, let's go freshen up inside and have a blissful evening.” He said as he got out of the car.I did as he said.He had done the good job of getting me off the city where I was sure Jaxton had eyes on the walls, and bringing me to his place in a different city I had never been to.I have no idea if Jaxton has an influence here, but I’m sure it would take him long to fish me out of the massive city and toss me back to his arm.He led the way, and I followed, but just then, I thought it was right to have him introduce himself.I am not really here for a one night stand, though I knew we might have a good time in bed if he insisted.“What's yo
FREYAI leaned back in pretense.I wasn’t particularly shocked to see him react the way he just did, because I knew he would react just that way, but he wouldn’t be as bad and abusive as Jaxton whom I left his place.He folded his arms, giving me a clear picture of what would be going on in his mind.“You are supposed to be taking shower in the bath, or naked on my bed, awaiting the night’s justice.”I hated the way he uttered those words, but I knew he was right. I was ferried to his place from the roadside, not to pick his clothes and mask my body with it, but to get banged by him.That’s the way most men pass their nights after a stressful day, and he is just one of such men, but I had just got his night a bit messed.I’m just another sort of a flop, but I had not done what I had in mind, which is far worse than merely putting on his clothes as though I bought them for him.“I know but…”“But no buts, woman, this is not what we came for.” He raised his fingers at me. “I didn’t ask
FREYAHe had been hit in the brief fire fight.I could tell he had been hit because I heard him scream in pain, and I heard a rush of boots fleeing through the door, and the sound of a car taking off with speed.I stood up, mad out of the bathroom, and scurried into the big room, to know if he was still alive, dead, or badly injured.Gosh!He was shot on the belly, and on the chest, but he was still breathing hard with blood in his mouth, exactly the same way people do in the movies when they get hit by a bullet.I rushed to him and bent towards him. His eyes were wide opened. He wasn’t ready to give up the ghost, but he was losing blood, and the only thing that could pop up in my mind was to call the emergency line and report the event.“Don’t…call…police.” He was choking on his words, and he still wants me to obey him even as he is losing more blood and dying of pain.“But…”“Go…to…the drawer…plot…904.”Those were his last words.I had never seen a man die in real life, but I had w
FREYA“Ma’am, you have not just one fetus in your womb.”I raised my head as those words hit my ears.It had been four months since I fled from Jaxton’s crib, and he had not come looking for me, or, maybe he did but couldn’t find me, because I found my way into the most remote area of the new town, I tossed myself into.I was lying on the bed, and the nurse was running her stuff on my belly, which was being displayed on the screen of the machine in by the side.What did she mean I don’t have just one fetus in my womb? Do I have something else in there?“What do you mean by that?” I posed.I wasn’t sure the nurse was right, and by the way, I never really believed the clinic would be any good, because there are no doctors here.But I had no choice. I was doing my best to avoid going to the city because I fear being seen and fished out by Jaxton’s men.I fear being grabbed and ferried back to that demon’s crib.I relaxed on the bed, waiting for her response as she continued running the s