"YOU DARE DEFY ME MINION!?" Freja screamed, as her magical essence shot up in a ball of bright green flames.
"B-B-Baroness, I-I didn't mean to f-fail you..." the minion stuttered. His body visibly shook in fear. He had one order: Bring the bald menace back to her lair and he messed up royal. He was beaten down by the bald one and he couldn't even scratch him! Now the baroness was livid than she had ever been before. The crowd of other minions around them shook in fear at the sound of their master's screeching.
"YOU HAD BUT A SIMPLE TASK TO ACCOMPLISH AND YOU INSULT ME BY COMING BACK TO YOUR MISTRESSES LAIR EMPTY HANDED!" she shouted.
The minion's lips trembled. "M-mistress... the bald one... he.. he was too strong!" the minion stammered.
"WORTHLESS!" Freja roared, slamming her bare foot down on top of her minion's face. "IT IS OBVIOUS I HAVE EXPECTED FAR TOO MUCH FROM THE LIKES OF YOU! FROM NOW ON YOUR NEW POSITION WILL BE CHANGED TO THE MISTRESSES DOORMAT. DO YOU LIKE YOUR NEW POSITION, MINION?"
"Y-yes baroness! I-I-I do!" the minion replied, barely audible from being beneath his master's foot. Her sole was bathed in sweat which made it soft and spongey and allowed his face to see in deeper. He could feel the warmth of her musk emit from her foot. The mistresses foot began to grind against his face, rubbing up and down roughly against his nose and mouth.
"HAH! ABSOLUTELY PATHETIC!" Freja yelled. "I THINK I JUST MIGHT MAKE YOUR NEW POSITION PERMANENT." The baroness added more weight onto her foot to really lay on the pain. If this minion couldn't succeed in fulfilling her requests, then he deserves a lifetime of torment under her heel. Literally.
The crowd of minions gulped and winced at the sight of one of their own receiving a punishment that most of them were more than glad to not be receiving.
Freja halted her grinding and lifted her foot up. Her semi-useful minion came with her foot, stuck to it like a suction cup. She reached down and yanked him off her sole and held him upside down in front of her face.
His face was smeared with sweat that dripped to the floor and she could almost see the stink lines of her musk exuding off of him.
"DID YOU ENJOY THAT, MINION?" the baroness questioned. The minion shook his head rapidly. "Y-Yes baroness... I-I liked that a lot!"
The baroness scoffed. "WELL TOO BAD! BECAUSE I HAVE CHOSEN TO CHANGE YOUR POSITION AGAIN TO THE ROYAL SEAT DUTY!" Freja tossed the disobedient minion across the room and onto her throne.
The minion landed face up on the seat of the throne in a daze. He could hear the footsteps of the baroness getting louder as she approached him. Soon, she was in his view standing before him.
Her magical essence still a raging green and her glare pierced his very soul. His heart stopped as he saw her spin herself around and present her ass of tremendous proportions in his direction.
The minion whimpered. The punishment of being the royal cushion was perhaps the most terrifying one of them all. He knew of the fate those before him who became the royal throne cushion. After she has their fill of them, she would shove them face first deep into the void of her bowels where they would remain indefinitely. After a certain amount of time had passed, they would dissolve and become one with the baroness' essence.
Freja looked back to her whelp of a minion. "WELL? ARE YOU GOING TO OFFER YOUR MISTRESS A SEAT?" she yelled. The minion's lips trembled. "I-I w-would b-b-be honored i-if you were to s-s-sit on me, great baroness."
"I WILL GLADLY HONOR YOU WITH MY HINDQUARTERS, MY ROYAL CUSHION!" Freja shouted. She began her descent with little grace and plopped her regal bottom on top of her fresh new cushion. She could feel his entire form compress beneath her mighty weight and his head wedge between her cheeks.
"YOU MAKE A HALF DECENT CUSHION MINION. HOPEFULLY YOU WILL MAKE BETTER ESSENCE THAN YOU DO A CUSHION." Freja stated. Thought she never expressed it, she loved abusing her little minions. Whether they worshipped her feet, or they became a pillow for her ass, it gave her a greater sense of power. Not that she wasn't already powerful. Asserting her dominance in front of her legions of minions was essentially a hobby for her. It didn't matter if they perished, she could always get more of them.
The minion suffering the cruel fate of seat duty was experiencing a wretchedness that he could never have imagined. While the musk emanating from his ass was slightly less potent than the musk her feet, her ass was a total swampy nightmare. Her sweat felt so thick and slimey it was as if slime was dripping down his face. The weight of the baroness was no better either. She always settled her full body weight on her throne for maximum comfort. The minion was unable to move, all he could do was lay there and endure. Despite this, he was deserving of this fate. He had failed his loving master and put her in a state of duress.
The baroness looked up to her horde of minions around her with varying expressions of envy, lust and fear and spoke up. "DISPERSE! ALL OF YOU! I HAVE NO NEED OF YOU NOW!" she commanded, her magical essence shooting up into a giant green flame. A resounding "Yes mistress!" was sounded in unison before the wave of minions ran off.
Freja was left alone on her throne with only her newfound pillow to keep her company. She lifted her arm and spun her finger in circles to summon a small mirror portal before her. On the other side of the portal was but a human male, a bald figure with great toned muscles sitting down in a chair sipping a mug filled with coffee. His otherwordly eyes given the shape of letters. 'PP T'
The sight of the bald menace filled the baroness with a sense of hatred. She scowled at the image of the man and clenched her firsts and screamed at the top of her lungs. "ONE DAY BALD ONE. ONE DAY I WILL FIND YOUR WEAKNESS AND WHEN I DO, I WILL DESTROY YOU!!!"
