Full Circle
*book 7 of the women of the night lords series*
Chapter 1F
Deep in the magenta glow of the warp a mighty fleet of chaos warships desperately fled away, fearing the terrible wrath of their master, the Alpha Plus Psyker Egg Sevenson. The fleet was utterly fucked if they couldn't get back Octavia Sevenson, the beloved adoptive mother of Egg.
The fleet was a powerful chaos armada controlled by a warband of Night Lords chaos space marines. By normal standards the fleet and it's armies were mighty, but against the wrath of an enraged Alpha Plus Psyker they could only cower in fear.
On the bridge of the capital ship "the Nightmare Asylum", Daemon Princess of Slaanesh MA7 paced pensively, desperate for any news of Octavia's location.
Things had been going so well lately. MA7 and her warband "the Sevenson Cartel" had been happy and prosperous on a daemon world under the protection of one of the most powerful psykers in the galaxy, the 12 year old Nurgle worshipping girl "Egg" Sevenson. Egg had not asked for much, her only real demand was that they keep Egg's beloved adoptive mother Octavia safely on Egg's daemon world while Egg was away fighting wars and in return the cartel got all the gold and wealth they could ever desire.
But with their usual level of incompetence the Sevenson Cartel had lost Octavia, the ONE thing that they were really required to do and they had failed miserably! Octavia and a few close supporters had fled the daemon world in a space ship and now the cartel was no longer certain where Octavia was.
Rather than try to explain their failure to an outraged Egg Sevenson, the Sevenson Cartel had instead bravely decided to run away before Egg got back to the daemon world. Now if only they could recapture Octavia, Egg might forgive them without inflicting too much death and torture on them...
MA7 sighed, feeling deeply afraid about what Egg would do to them if she caught them without Octavia in their possession. MA7 herself couldn't die, but there were things so much worse than death that Egg could do to her! Masochistic as the Slaaneshi Daemon Princess was, she didn't really fancy spending a year locked away in hell fire.
This was all Augusta's fault! The little psychopath had caused all of this with his latest psychotic rampage.
Octavia's son Augusta was the bastard grandson of MA7 by her son Luke, he had always been a problem ever since becoming a Night Lord neophyte. Augusta was a mass murderer who killed first and asked questions later, a complete psycho. Unfortunately he also had his mother Octavia and father Luke wrapped around his little finger and could do no wrong in their eyes.
Well Octavia might think that Augusta could do no wrong, but the Cartel had had rather a different view when he put cartel member Mandy Sevenson in a coma on life support, with her legs shot off and clinging to life! The cartel had naturally wanted Augusta put on trial for attempted murder, facing the death penalty. Rather than let her son finally face justice for his crimes, Octavia and Luke had fled the planet with Augusta to save his life and this had put the Cartel in a very serious predicament!
If the cartel could not get Octavia back then Egg would not be gentle to them, not gentle at all!
***...
Far away onboard the Hellbringer class light cruiser "the Mandy", the Night Lord neophyte Augusta Sevenson was gouging out the eyes of a slave in sick fascination. The slave man had not done anything wrong, Augusta was just mutilating him for the fun of it.
"Please mercy!" The slave man pleaded wretchedly.
Augusta ignored the pleading and instead used his gouging knife to cut off the man's penis, causing extremely loud shrieking that fascinated Augusta.
All around Augusta were the dead bodies of mutilated slaves, set up in various poses like works of art. Maggots were everywhere and the drone of buzzing flies was relentless. It was in a scene very like this that Augusta himself had been conceived, his mother had been a slave, badly raped by his Night Lord chaos space marine father and destined to join Dad's mutilated dead women art works. It was only by chance that Mum had survived unscathed to live long enough to give birth to Augusta. It gave Augusta a strong feeling of connection to recreate the sort of environment he was conceived in, it felt somehow like home.
Augusta opened up the man's abdomen, being careful to keep him alive and conscious for as long as possible. Augusta's wife Liling handed him surgical tools, a look of jealous fascination on her beautiful young face as she watched the sadistic operation. Augusta smiled at his beloved wife and kissed her passionately before returning to his artwork.
Liling's flesh was all healed now after Mandy mutilated her, healed by the depraved surgical genius of a greater daemon of Slaanesh known as "the Flesh Mistress". The act of Mandy mutilating Augusta's wife had been what caused this whole mess!
Augusta had come home one night after training to find his sadistic step sister Mandy Sevenson flogging Liling, flogging her so hard that the bones of her skeleton were exposed to the air! Liling's back had been completely minced, the flesh ripped away to expose the back of her rib cage and vertebrae! Augusta had naturally wanted to protect his wife, who was nearly dead, and had settled the matter by gunning down Mandy with his bolt pistol...
Augusta didn't understand why the Cartel was so upset, he had deliberately aimed at Mandy's legs to avoid killing her! It wasn't his fault that Mandy had bled out and fallen into a coma!
As Mandy was a legitimate daughter rather than a bastard son like Augusta, her life was more highly valued by her outraged chaos space marine relatives than the life of a bastard's wife, and things had gotten rather messy.
Augusta looked at his wife protectively, even as he mutilated an innocent man for fun. Like all recipients of a Sevenson Night Lord gene seed, Augusta had developed a condition known as Sevenson Psychopathy, a strange mental illness caused by the corrupted gene seeds that was similar to normal psychopathy but was different enough to need a new term. Augusta could see that some things were wrong, things that personally negatively affected himself or his loved ones, but he had a huge morality blind spot regarding his own actions. He wasn't actually evil, even as he gutted the screaming slave man, Augusta simply lacked the moral faculties to really know right from wrong.
Augusta hissed in irritation as he accidentally nicked a major artery in the slave man, killing him far earlier than he intended to. It was SO annoying! He would have to start all over again with a fresh slave now!
His wife Liling exposed her belly to Augusta, offering herself to be cut open with a look of masochistic worship on her face. Augusta held the blade near her stomach ready to cut and traced a very shallow cut, careful not to seriously harm his favourite fucktoy. Liling moaned orgasmically in pain as Augusta carved his name into her skin.
Liling begged him to cut deeper, to cut and cut until she was dead, and Augusta was sorely tempted to oblige.
Liling was a devout Slaanesh worshipping masochist who would consent to do anything painful, even if it was lethal. Being married to a diagnosed psychopath was the ultimate thrill for her, as Augusta was not particularly concerned with her physical wellbeing, happily doing extremely painful and sadistic things to the eager masochist.
Liling was Augusta's ultimate enabler, helping him perform his sickening crimes and cleaning up the blood and mess afterwards. As much as he loved anyone, Augusta loved Liling, she was the closest he came to genuine regard for another human being. She alone he could not bring himself to kill, the thought of life without her by his side was unthinkable.
Slowly Augusta pulled the knife away from Liling's stomach, the skin was cut but not deep and would be completely healed in a few days time.
Liling pouted disappointedly, unhappy that he had been so gentle to her. She looked jealously at the mutilated bodies all around her, craving the agonising deaths they had experienced.
The room all around them was a chamber of horrors, an abattoir of dead human meat. All around the room were taxidermy works of art, tapestries depicting great historical events with the dead bodies as the actors.
"Where will you put me in the tapestry?" Liling asked, offering up her own cadaver to be used to make art.
Augusta held her protectively and said, "hush Liling, don't say such things. I will never let you be killed, you are my treasure, none can replace you in my heart."
Liling "awwwwed" feeling touched and pouted for a kiss. Augusta had to crouch right down to kiss his tiny wife, she was such a tiny little woman.
Physically Liling and Augusta were very different from each other.
Liling Wong (now Liling Sevenson) was a short petite 15 year old girl of East Asian descent, hardly even 5 foot tall and couldn't be more than 40 kilograms in weight. She was a cute and inoffensive little thing, gentle and completely harmless. She was usually naked, finding clothes restrictive and uncomfortable, and always wore as few clothes as she could get away with in the rare occasion that she was forced to wear anything at all.
Augusta Sevenson (technically his last name was either Antony or Hornswoggle but he had deliberately changed it to Sevenson) was a massive burly 15 year old boy of West European descent, easily over 7 feet tall and weighing close to 200 kilograms. He was clean shaven with curly brown hair the same as his mother, brown eyes, and a face that was distinctly of the bloodline of the Sevenson Family Cartel. He was dressed in a blood stained Night Lords space marine scout uniform, looking every inch like the vicious killer he was.
Together the psychopathic husband and his masochistic enabling wife made a strangely compatible pair. Neither of them were "evil" in a strict sense of deliberately doing what they knew was wrong, they were both so crazy that they saw the world very different from such concepts as morality. Liling was so utterly masochistic that no pain held any terror for her, she lived in her own strange little world inside her own head, so cut off from other people that she was all but blind to the morality and ethics around her.
Liling provocatively licked the blood off the surgical instruments, exciting her husband terribly. Augusta grabbed his wife roughly and unzipped the fly of his combat trousers, releasing his penis. Liling hungrily sucked the proffered penis, causing Augusta's eyeballs to roll back inside his head in bliss as she sucked him off.
For a while the strange married couple had sex in the chamber of horrors, changing sexual positions a few times and fucking passionately on top of a pile of discarded fresh cadavers. It was obscene in just how innocent and unbothered it was, the pair behaved as though they clearly saw nothing at all wrong with making love on top of piles of cadavers, and this innocence made the act all the more horrifying.
After a while Liling was oozing semen out of various holes and the pair seemed temporarily sexually satisfied. They got up and brushed the maggots off themselves, before then walking hand in hand to a slave cage in a different room to select a new victim to make art with.
***...
"All done, the masterpiece is complete," Augusta said proudly.
Liling clapped her blood stained hands happily, delighted that her husband had created something so beautiful.
"Oh Husband, it is so pretty!" Liling gushed jubilantly, the human taxidermy set up really was beautiful to behold.
Dozens of people in historically accurate uniforms were posed fighting each other in some battle long ago in history. The level of detail was superb and it was like really being there during the ancient war!
Liling gasped in appreciation at the stunning beauty of the entire display, it should be put in an art gallery. She kissed her husband gratefully, thankful to be married to such a wonderfully skilled artist.
Augusta happily returned the kiss and then got to work cleaning up the considerable mess left over from the creation process. Liling obediently helped with the cleaning, gathering up body parts and organs in buckets and carrying them away to a waste disposal chute. She then got to work mopping the floors as Augusta cleaned the surgical tools.
When everything was perfect they photographed every inch of the display and shared the photos to the ship network so others could enjoy it.
They had barely finished uploading photos before the damn trolls started baiting them, calling what they had done "criminal" and "obscene" and "murder" and even "an unholy crime against humanity"! Liling became dreadfully upset, why did people have post such mean comments on social media!
Liling and Augusta angrily commented back and Augusta got so enraged that he shot the computer with his bolt pistol, destroying it. Liling called the dark Mechanicum tech support, asking how to fix a computer that has been shot 30 times with a bolt pistol. The dark Mechanicum hung up on Liling, which confused her, and Augusta shot the phone for good measure.
With all their communications technology shot to bits, Augusta and Liling left their apartment home and went shopping for new computers and phones to replace the old ones, buying them from what passed for a commercial district on board the tiny space ship.
The Mandy originally belonged to Augusta's comatose step sister Mandy, to add insult to injury he had not only shot Mandy but had also stolen her ship as a getaway vehicle. The Mandy was a dedicated slaving ship, basically a 4 kilometre long outer space aircraft carrier with substantial onboard slave processing facilities and pens and cages to put them all in.
The Mandy was mostly crewed by chained up slaves, controlled by the few thousand chaos worshippers who were loyal enough to Augusta's father to flee with him. The squadrons of pilots who manned the aircraft were especially prized, as they alone could allow planets to be raided for fresh slaves.
Augusta and Liling walked past endless lines of cowering naked chained up slaves, they were chained to the walls with arms raised high, occasionally tortured or molested by passing chaos worshippers. The married couple playfully tormented a few of the female slaves as they passed, twisting nipples and tickling ribs, it was really fun. Some days they would spend the entire day having fun torturing these slaves, cutting bits off them and gouging out eyeballs in between making love with each other. The supply of fresh slaves was endless, they were completely disposable.
Liling looked at the slaves enviously, she wanted so badly to have HER eyes gouged out and bits cut off! It looked heavenly painful! Liling sighed and settled for living vicariously through the lucky slaves, generously inflicting the agony that she herself craved. The damnably lucky slaves screamed in what looked like exquisitely intense agony as Liling cut them deeply with a knife she borrowed from her husband's belt.
Many screaming slaves later the pair had finished shopping for communication appliances and were enjoying a nice romantic date in a nice restaurant called "Sade's Saucepan" that served THE most tender human baby fillets.
Augusta put little slices of baby on a fork and hand fed the giggling Liling off his own acid resistant fork. Liling sighed in bliss at the rich flavour of the incredibly soft and tender meat, it was absolutely delectable!
Liling did the same with her own normal metal fork putting food in his mouth and giggled when his acidic saliva melted the fork. The slave waiter cleared his throat irritated by the loss of the fork and handed Liling a new fork, acid resistant this time.
The happy couple continued feeding each other, blissfully in love and besotted with each other. Liling rubbed Augusta's saliva all over herself but was disappointed when her flesh didn't burn, the damn Flesh Mistress and it's doctors had done far too good a job in putting Liling back together! Liling was now immune to Augusta's acidic venom!
Liling pouted and settled for stabbing herself in the leg with a fork until Augusta stopped her with a threat of no more torture for 24 hours if she disobeyed him. Liling blanched at the thought of going so long without her husband tormenting her and fearfully stopped stabbing herself.
Liling instead stabbed Augusta gently in the face, watching in fascination as his gene seed organs healed the cuts in mere seconds. Augusta looked at Liling with indulgent exasperation and she grinned at him adorably.
"You are so silly," Augusta chuckled and scooped the delighted Liling up in a massive cuddle.
Liling giggled excitedly and provocatively licked his face, she felt his erection growing under her ass through his trousers and she begged him to fuck her right on top of the table.
The waiter cleared his throat again, more loudly this time, clearly he would rather that the pair of randy teenagers didn't have sex in his classy restaurant. The pair naturally ignored the waiter and proceeded to have such passionate sex that the restaurant emptied of most other patrons.
***...
Some hours later, Augusta and Liling went to visit Augusta's mother Octavia in the torture chamber she lived in. The brutal torture chamber was a sex dungeon temple dedicated to Slaanesh, perpetually filled with blood chilling screams of excruciating suffering. Blood stained daemonettes were everywhere in the temple dungeon, keeping the many chained victims at the height of extreme sensation.
Augusta and Liling walked past depraved scenes from hell, desensitised to the blood and human degradation and walked to where Augusta's screaming mother was chained up.
As Octavia was the most valuable hostage they could ever possess, as Egg Sevenson the Alpha Plus chaos psyker would pay any price for her safe return, the daemonettes were under very strict instructions not to kill or physically harm Octavia. She alone of the temple victims was not mutilated or disfigured, her flawless skin had not so much as a scratch on it. The daemonettes were instead cruelly tickling the screaming woman in between administering agonising nonlethal electric shocks.
Octavia was chained standing with her limbs in a spread eagle position, completely naked and defenceless to stop her torment. Octavia noticed her son and daughter-in-law and looked delighted to see them.
Octavia was a stunningly beautiful Slaanesh worshipping woman, with flawless pale skin, long luscious curly brown hair, brown eyes like Augusta and a figure that was completely unnatural in its highly erotic proportions. Her perfect perky boobs were monstrously large for such a slender woman, the result of intensive cosmetic surgery rather than nature. From her strikingly beautiful face down to her bright pink painted toenails, the woman's extreme eroticism positively screamed to be fucked!
Octavia had been a teenager when she got pregnant with Augusta, and ruthless use of anti-ageing drugs and cosmetic surgery had kept her physically in her very early twenties. Even in constant torture her beauty was not diminished, her looks supernaturally maintained by Slaanesh himself.
Octavia was a chosen of Slaanesh, with a number of useful chaos gifts to make her even more maddeningly irresistible than she was already. Not satisfied with mere physical beauty, Slaanesh had gifted his favoured seductress siren with a constant passive psychic lust aura that enflamed sexual passions in people within a few meters radius of her, and as this was still apparently not cum-in-your-pants provocative enough, Slaanesh had altered Octavia's voice into a seductive siren song that enflamed the lust of all who heard it.
Augusta and Liling staggered from the maddening aura and sound of her supernaturally exciting screaming, and immediately joined the daemonettes in sexually molesting their Mother and Mother-in-law. Augusta joyfully penetrated his horrified mother as Liling enthusiastically put her tongue in Octavia's ass.
Octavia's eyes were absolutely wide with horror but she was far too busy screaming from her torture to use her mouth to protest against her horrifying predicament. Augusta and Liling were blissfully oblivious to the fact that Octavia was less than thrilled to be fucked by her own son, and just kept fucking her until Augusta's balls were too empty to go on.
Augusta pulled out of his softly weeping mother and noticed the tears streaming down her face. He knew enough about his mother to know that this usually meant that she was upset about something and he racked his brain to try to figure out why she was upset. He looked around the horrifying torture chamber at the weeping victims and the daemonettes who were even now still torturing Octavia, trying to figure out what could possibly have made her upset?
Augusta shrugged and shooed the daemonettes away so that Octavia could talk without screaming.
"Hello mother, how are you today?" Augusta asked her cheerfully.
Octavia goggled at him, mouth open in flabbergasted shock.
The awkward silence stretched on as Augusta's semen slowly dripped out of Octavia's pussy, and Augusta cleared his throat to break the silence.
"We had a great day today Mum, I finally finished my latest art work. It's a historically accurate depiction of the fall of Carthage on ancient Terra approximately 40 thousand years ago," Augusta announced happily.
Octavia blinked, too deeply in shock to really remember how to speak yet, so Augusta just cheerfully went on talking about his highly productive day making art.
Over time Octavia regained enough composure to speak and said, "please help me, please free me from this terrible room!"
Augusta looked annoyed at her attempt to change the subject and said, "please don't be rude mother, you know that it is rude to change the subject. I'm trying to tell you about my art work, what do you think of it?"
Octavia thought quickly and said, "I would very much like to see your work of art, perhaps you could let me out to see it?"
Augusta chuckled and said, "no need to go anywhere, the display is fully portable, I will set it up in here for you, that way you can look at it all day long."
Octavia hung her head wretchedly in despair and Augusta let the daemonettes get back to torturing her, watching in complete fascination as she screamed.
Augusta loved his Mum so much, she was the best mother a boy could ever have. She had been consistently loving and kind to him since the day he was born and he associated her with nurture and comfort. He was determined to keep her safely locked away in her dungeon room, with an army of daemonettes to protect her at all times. Tubes in her nose and arms kept her alive and healthy, and a battalion of highly sadistic doctors kept her in perfect physical health. She would remain alive for centuries with the level of medical care she was getting!
Augusta and Liling waved goodbye to the screaming Octavia and left to get the artwork for her viewing pleasure. They just knew that she would love it.
They used a large forklift to carefully carry the display into Octavia's dungeon and set it up carefully in front of her to make sure that she got the best possible view of the display. Octavia blanched completely pale as a sheet of paper at the sight of the beautifully arranged dead human beings in front of her and Augusta took this to mean that she liked the artwork.
The pair of happy spouses then left the dismayed Octavia to enjoy the artwork in private, feeling so pleased with themselves.
***...
"Still not gotten her pregnant yet son?," exiled chaos lord Luke Sevenson asked his son Augusta, putting a hand on Liling's cut marked belly to feel for a baby.
Liling giggled ticklishly from the hand on her belly and Augusta shook his head sadly.
Luke frowned and asked, "are you having sex with her regularly enough?"
The pair laughed at the suggestion that they were not having enough sex and the perpetually naked Liling laid herself down in front of Luke and spread her pussy wide open to show the white semen it contained. Luke had not really needed to see his daughter-in-law that intimately and flinched away slightly, resisting the urge to fuck the highly provocative teenage girl.
"I'm trying my best to get her pregnant the natural way Dad, we have sex at least once every 3 hours, usually way WAY more than that. I don't know why Liling's not pregnant yet," Augusta said disappointedly.
Luke sighed disappointedly and suggested that they see a doctor about the problem.
Luke had gone from being a high ranking Chaos Lord in the Sevenson Cartel to being in exile without a warband of chaos space marines, little more than the captain of a single ship and the few loyal chaos cultists it contained. He had allies of course, in the form of the Dark Mechanicum fleet loyal to the Slaaneshi tech priestess Labia Johnson, but he needed forces of his own rather than just allies.
Luke desperately needed heirs to repopulate his new warband, sons and grandsons that could be recruited as new chaos space marines one day. Luke had already made great progress in getting scores of slave women pregnant, but he also wanted some legitimate grandsons that would be more loyal than the children of badly abused slave women. He was desperate for Augusta to get his wife pregnant as quickly as possible.
Liling got up off the floor and sat on Augusta's lap, unzipping his fly and straddling his penis. Luke was delighted by this and watched in fascination as his son inseminated his daughter-in-law.
They really were a randy pair, Liling in particular was moaning like a brazen harlot and seemed very eager to get pregnant. Luke beamed with pride as Augusta came inside Liling with a grunt, and Luke urged them to take another pregnancy test.
Luke was so proud of his son. Augusta was only 15 years old but had already gotten married to an eminently suitable wife. Augusta was a highly responsible young man who took his family commitments seriously, even if somewhat impulsive at times.
Luke's psychotic niece Mandy was the problem, not Augusta. Mandy had a documented history of extreme sadism. Normally this sort of behaviour was encouraged in the family, but not towards other family members as the victims!
The spoilt little sadist Mandy had thought it would be fun to torture Augusta's wife to near death and had horribly mutilated the poor young wife. Liling had said that she had consented to this mutilation, but Mandy should have known better than to mutilate a space marine's wife even if it was consensual!
Augusta had been justifiably furious to find his poor sweet wife horribly mutilated on the brink of death and Luke didn't blame Augusta for shooting Mandy! Liling was Augusta's WIFE after all, any husband would have used lethal violence if necessary to protect their wife.
The Cartel had taken Mandy's Mother's side however and had wanted to execute Augusta for what he did to Mandy. Luke had not been prepared to just sit back as his favourite son was murdered for gallantly defending his wife from a psychotic maniac and rescued Augusta and fled.
Luke was centuries old and grizzled from many wars, a vicious old tyrant. As psychopathic as Augusta now was, Luke had been much much worse before the birth of Augusta. For long centuries Luke had killed every single woman he ever slept with, killing hundreds or even thousands of slave women each year after raping them for a few hours.
Octavia Antony (as she then was) had been just another slave woman in this endless pile of bodies, completely unremarkable. He had spent hours raping her just like all the others and had intended to kill her just like all the others. But Octavia had been unique in that Octavia managed to escape with her life, the first ever victim to ever survive being raped by Luke.
Octavia had gotten pregnant from the rape and had given birth to Augusta, Luke's first ever child.
Luke still remembered holding his tiny new born son for the first time. Octavia had been weeping in terror as Luke held the child, fearing that Luke would kill the baby. Luke had gazed into the tiny face that so clearly resembled his own face and somehow this had caused a profound change in Luke.
His tiny baby had been the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he had been completely bewitched by the infant and had not hesitated to claim the child as his own. He had held that child and he had thought long and hard about how nearly that child had never been born. He had thought about all the women he had killed and wondered how many other children might have been had he not killed all the women he ever slept with.
He had then felt intense regret at what might have been, and this feeling of regret had changed him into a more human person. He had been motivated to get help in managing his psychopathy and now 15 years later he was a "failed psychopath", one of those rare individuals who slightly recover from psychopathy enough to feel genuine feelings.
They were not as strong as normal human feelings, he was still towards the psycho end of the spectrum, but for someone with his mental illness he was very close to being almost human.
Augusta had given Luke the wonderful priceless gift of being able to truly feel, and this made Augusta Luke's absolute treasure. Luke loved his son as much as he was able to love anyone, and this love for his son was what this was all about.
***...