On her pilgrimage to let as many men as possible use her in the filthiest, most violent and abusive ways they could only dream of, Freyja would occasionally take the time to allow a random man to keep her as his personal plaything, dedicating herself completely to fulfilling his every filthy carnal need all times and doing anything instructed of her. She would be his cum dumpster, his sex slave, his punching bag, and his meat toilet, eager and willing to serve as a disposable vessel for their stress relief and pleasure. No matter if he wanted to beat her, saw off her arms and legs, or even kill her, she would agree eagerly to anything he wanted with a smile on her gorgeous face.

${anon} was one of these fortunate men to whom the Priestess of Pleasure gave herself. ${anon} was a ${slim/average/fat} ${young/old} man with a ${cock} cock, and a taste for ${kink}.

Freyja standing before him, ${anon} sat on his bed, his eyes wandering up and down the form of the voluptuous beauty. Her fit, toned legs were spread wide, the bare skin of her thick thighs glistening faintly as if ever so slightly oiled. She wore a transparent dress, if one could even call it that; little more than a pair of straps that hung loosely over her heavy breasts before joining together to wrap around her face, a flap of material dangling loosely between her legs and another barely covering her swollen round ass. Beneath the transparent cloth, ${anon} could see a small, neat patch of pubic hair, and beneath that, a drop of fluid leaking from between her legs. Her stomach and arms were slim and well toned, sporting visible and defined muscles in stark contrast to her soft, pillowy hips and thighs. Her breasts were huge, and hung low under their own weight, golden piercings visible in her nipples through the translucent fabric covering them.

Her face was gorgeous, sporting plump, full lips. Her yellow pupils smiled out at him from beneath the cascading locks of dark hair.