Complexity: The PX-Project

Freja was stunned by the unexpected guest. The admiral Steven was in his full uniform, standing unshaken in the dining room. 

"Don't waste your time, he is more like a puppet now," Pierre said, speaking normally.

"What did you do to him?" Freja showed her anger. 

"I like your sweet voice more," Pierre teased her with a laugh. Freja still did not understand the situation fully. 

"But that can't be helped, your mood swing, your anger, a side effect from the little booster." Freja's eyes widened as she noticed a little tickle back then and touched her back neck. 

"You! What did you do!!" 

"Just a load of progesterone, if you know what I mean," Pierre answered directly. Freja was thrilled and fearful after hearing the answer. She knew what it meant.

"Quite sad that you were sterilized, so I can only give you more booster," Pierre smirked while Freja was stunned. 

"Please, Pierre, I will do everything, please help my son," Freja begged him. She fell on the wooden floor, and no libido remained in her mind. 

"I told you I have no interest in doing so. "Plus, do you still have anything else to offer me?" 

Pierre's words pierced through her mind, 

"You said the same thing last year, and I have already got everything from you." 

Freja was silent, no words, a flashback came in

—

(Door knock followed by a door sliding open)

"Mr. Therma, can we talk?" 

"Just Pierre, yes sure, Mrs. Feta."

"Call me Freja" ,

"I want your help." 

"Let me hear the details." 

"You heard about the invasion at the southeast island?

My son, Captain Karl Feta, will go to the incoming war."

"Captain Feta, I heard his reputation. He will be doing well." 

"I know, but as a mom, I cannot stop worrying." 

"I asked Edwin, the director, about this, and he is okay." 

"What is it, Freja?"

"I want to use the quantum chip."

"…" 

"Please, Pierre, I want my son to be safe." 

"And what will I get?"

"Everything"

—-

Freja recalled the moment she had offered to protect Pierre's son a year ago.

"You had everything of me," Freja murmured, trembling, 

"My body, my soul, my ambition, Elena, and now my son," Freja could not help but cry out. 

"But please, only this time, save my son, wake him up," Freja cried in a half-naked state, grabbing Pierre's legs, while he was watching Freja falling in grief. 

"I have no interest in you anymore, Frej. a" A soft pat but strong words pierced Freja's mind. She released his legs as Pierre stood up, tidied himself. 

"And this time, your action is unacceptable; you turn Elena's precious work into a weapon."

Freja had no reply; she only faced down on the floor, begging him. "I'm sorry, but please"

"Not me, not Elena, it's your arrogance and ambitions, confidence, that harm your son."

As Pierre ended his sentence, Freja had no begging, no reply, only crying, feeling guilty for her past actions. 

"The food was good as always, thank you very much." 

"Guess I might not have time for dessert", Freja looked up at Pierre. 

"But I invited Admiral Steven to take care of the dessert". Pierre pressed some commands on his watch, and now Steven who was standing still at the door, walked slowly to where Freja was kneeling down.

Freja's face was in shock.

"No, no no Pierre, please." 

"Not this fat, ugly pig." 

"Please…I missed yours. The massive size and intense pressure. I miss yours. Please…"

Not disturbed by Freja's sweet words, Pierre looked down on her as Steven walked toward her. She pleaded louder.

"No…No…Please…my body and soul belong to you, not for this pointy-ears man." 

Freja tried to resist and yelled as the admiral, in 70 years old, picked her long, delicate blonde hair up. Only pain, no desire, running through her body. Her tears washed off her delicate and luxurious makeup. The flare and vibrant skin was gripped carelessly. 

Pierre watched calmly while Steven knocked her head on the dining table, turning her delicate pear-shaped buttocks to him. Without consciousness, Steven took off his pants and underwear, showing his aging thing erected by Pierre's booster. 

"I remembered you like a man in a uniform, so I made him wear this just for you," no words replied as Freja nearly fainted, still crying. 

The high load of progesterone took effect as it lowered her libido, and the PX-12 also inhibited the release of other sexual hormones, but increased cortisol. 

Freja's body and mind are under full stress and depression, with no lubricant or sexual desire. 

"Ughhhhhhhh"

"FUCK YOU"

"Noo!" 

"Pierre!! I will kill you!"

Freja screamed out in pure pain. Blood was spilled due to a lack of proper stretching and lubrication. The guilt turned to a grudge as unconscious Steven penetrated Freja's delicate, precious part, which many men on Granitz dreamt of. Pierre watched the show with satisfaction as the arrogant woman had been humiliated.

"As a thank you for the dinner and the show, I will ask a friend of mine in Jepunia.",

"The medical knowledge in the East was more advanced than ours. Perhaps there might be a way to help your son." 

No response from Freja, she only screamed out in pain while Steven thrust in her spot strongly. The chief engineer, the mother of the admiral, the wife of Franklin Feta, Elena's mother-in-law, all titles meaningless on this night as she was being treated as a whore. 

"That's all you have left, Freja," Pierre said to Freja. But his word did not reach her.

"Alright, I don't want to disturb you two", Pierre about to walk out and saw the maids standing and shaking behind while watching Freja being tortured. 

Pierre exhaled. Elena was going to be angry, he thought. 

"Come, I will get you home," Pierre said softly and called those maids to go with him. 

Leaving behind, Freja and Steven spend the night together until morning, where the other maid and butlers came in and saw Freja, their pride and arrogant master, in her bare skin, lying on the wooden floor in the dining room. Her body was covered in bruised red marks, her lower parts swelled, hallowed, soaked in a mixture of blood and other thick fluid. Her face was covered with tears, frightened and hiding a grudge from a nightmare. 

—

(Pierre's house)

The next morning, Pierre woke up in his bedroom. Elena was sleeping on his left. Her sleeping face displayed her extreme pleasure last night.

After finishing at Feta's manor, Pierre brought slaves back to his house, called Elena for a sleepover. She was stunned by the unexpected guests. But Pierre managed to pull over, and all of them spent an unbelievable night together. 

Sharon Mayhem(18), a short-haired woman from York, was sleeping next to Elena. She cuddled up to her. On his right was Angela van Stein, a young Dytch girl who was enslaved during her sea trip, sleeping in Elena's pajamas. Elena took care of her really well. The bed was not big enough for this large number of guests; the other two were sleeping on the sofa, down on the bed, Lea LeBlanc(28) from Frank and Elizabeth Carter(38). The women slept deeply and peacefully as they were freed from restraint from the Feta's manor. 

"Bad dreams again," Elena's half-eyes opened. 

"Nothing, no worries." Pierre softly kissed her forehead, letting her sleep.