Chapter 4(LCL)

Archon Ar'ugtzar of the Black Dagger Kabal returned home from his latest raid on real space, his baggage train full to bursting with ork, gretchin and snottling slaves from the Ork planet he had just raided.

It had been a satisfying raid, even if not a very profitable one. The Orks had had little of value to steal, living on an extremely barren desert planet so arid that little besides orkoids were tough enough to live there. The planet had not even had plant life beyond some hardy photosynthetic bacteria that lived inside some of surface stones, enough to make the air breathable enough for the tough adaptable orkoids but nothing more.

These Orks hadn't had the capacity to make fire, had been armed with nothing but rocks. They had had only their own fungi and squigs to eat, and how they found enough water to drink was a mystery to Ar'ugtzar. His men had dropped the rock wielding savages like flies, gunning them down from the safety of aerial raider craft where the brutes couldn't reach them to inflict a single casualty (though a few warriors got hit by thrown rocks without taking serious injuries).

Ar'ugtzar usually raided this nameless barren Ork infested planet as a preferred target for his real space raids, as his Kabal was too weak to tackle anything more formidable without taking more casualties than they could afford. It was extremely easy pickings and the orkoid subsurface embryos just kept replacing losses a few months later, making it a self replenishing hunting ground. It wasn't much but the slaves still sold for something and helped stave off the thirst.

Archon Ar'ugtzar sneered as he checked his spy equipment from a handheld computer slate to see what his Dracons had been up to in his absence. Dracon Arzogahn had managed to kill off yet more of Ar'ugtzar's Kabalite warriors with his annoying lack of failure.

Archon Ar'ugtzar didn't care less about the huge loss of life, didn't care if it cost millions of lives in fact. He simply HATED that Dracon Arzogahn had not FAILED!

Archon Ar'ugtzar was desperate to find an adequate excuse to have Dracon Arzogahn killed to remove him as a threat to Ar'ugtzar's own power, and had been frantically setting Dracon Arzogahn impossible tasks as an excuse to have him murdered when he failed. It had been said to be impossible to hold the Zasbak factory district of Gahastorest level for even a month, but Dracon Arzogahn had somehow held it for a YEAR!

Instead of failing in disgrace and being justified in being executed, Dracon Arzogahn had achieved the impossible and was now so well regarded by the members of the Kabal of the Black Dagger that it would cause an uproar if Ar'ugtzar had him executed now.

The Black Dagger was now the richest and most powerful it had ever been, and everyone knew that Dracon Arzogahn (not Archon Ar'ugtzar) was the reason.

Zasbak district was by far the most profitable ammunition production district in the entire Gahastorest level, able to take nothing but free ambient energy and equally free dust and air and turn it into an impressive amount of good quality splinter weapon ammunition crystals. Not only did it let the Black Dagger have all the ammunition they used free of charge but they actually made a huge profit selling ammunition to rival Kabals (who then used it to kill Black Dagger warriors).

In effect the wealth of 12 rival Kabals flowed into the Black Dagger to secure an adequate supply of ammunition for their splinter weapons. Gahastorest level was just so barren and ammunition used so constantly that Zasbak factory district provided 40 percent of all ammunition used by every Kabal in the entire level in a 50 kilometre radius.

Zasbak district was so special because it had a unique culture of altruism in its slaves that was seen almost nowhere else and it got shit done that more selfish people could never achieve. Every slave in the district helped every other slave in the district and as a community they built and maintained the energy and production infrastructure needed to actually make a profit out of ambient local resources.

The sheer scale of the ammunition factories was so vast that even with well over 70 thousand warriors in the Kabal of the Black Dagger fighting pretty much constantly at any one time, they got 700 percent of the splinter ammunition they needed from Zasbak alone each day!

Archon Ar'ugtzar cursed to himself. Dracon Arzogahn was becoming too successful for Ar'ugtzar's liking. It was time that something was done to distance Dracon Arzogahn from the ongoing success and make the success all about Archon Ar'ugtzar.

The column of warriors, vehicles and slaves accompanied Archon Ar'ugtzar as he meandered through the poorly maintained backwater passages of the webway his impoverished Kabal was forced to use.

The Black Dagger was not rich enough to pay the fees required to use the really good sections of the webway that were all controlled by much stronger Kabals. Instead they used the dangerously unstable passages that no one wanted to stick around inside to control. It was dangerous and they dared not tarry here, moving as quickly as possible and trying to make as little sound as possible fearing the passages would collapse if one so much as coughed too loudly.

The route was long and winding to avoid every single passage that required a toll to use, adding hundreds of extra miles to the journey. Fortunately the entire column was mounted in antigravity vehicles of one type or another, so they could at least cover this distance quickly.

Finally after a long and perilous journey the Black Dagger column entered their own turf through the crappy webway gate they had constructed in a suitably defensible part of their Kabal territory. With them they carried hundreds of thousands of snottling slaves, and maybe a few thousand of the more valuable gretchin and Orks.

It was a pitiful catch to be honest. The gretchin had undermined the entire planet surface with clusters of deep burrows the way that gretchin do and had mostly fled underground out of reach. The Orks on the other hand had been few enough to start with, with the soils being too barren to grow many of these larger orkoids, and most of those that had existed had died fighting rather than being captured alive. The Orks that had been caught alive were almost all wounded and would therefore be worth a lot less in the slave markets.

At the very least they had hundreds of thousands of snottlings. These tiny creatures were the stupidest, smallest and most numerous of the orkoids not counting squigs and mushrooms. The snottlings were so stupid that they didn't flee and would actually get into the cages if you asked them to nicely and used a tasty titbit to lure them in. They were almost completely useless for any kind of slave labor and only had value as torture victims to satisfy the thirst (and then for slave food once they were tortured to death).

Snottlings were so cheap and abundant that they formed the vast bulk of Gahastorest level's pain diet. Their souls were feeble but just enough to feed the thirst. Even with hundreds of thousands of them this raid had only just made enough of a profit to justify the costs and dangerous webway passages involved.

The warriors of the column sighed in relief as they entered the fortified Kabal stronghold district of the Black Dagger safely with their catch intact. The journey had been perilous and all were eager to enjoy their share of the spoils.

Archon Ar'ugtzar immediately organised his servants to process the slaves and refuel the vehicles. They would probably go on another raid tomorrow just to keep the profits flowing. Ar'ugtzar then handed over the rest of the organisation of the loot to servants suited for such tasks and entered his personal fortified palace with his bodyguard of xenos mercenaries.

Archon Ar'ugtzar's personal fortified palace was little more than a 100 floor section of starscraper in the centre of the Black Dagger stronghold district. Ar'ugtzar had simply commandeered the building and had it renovated and refitted to act as a fortress.

Xenos mercenaries on the inside of the building opened the door for the Archon and his bodyguards, and then quickly closed it afterwards. The only dark eldar permitted to enter here was the Archon himself and those who entered at his side. Humans, Orks and other xenos mercenaries lived permanently in the palace at all times, under orders to kill on sight any Dark Eldar without permission to be in the building.

Archon Ar'ugtzar walked up the flights of stairs to his personal penthouse floor on the 50th floor in the most well defended part of the building and entered his living quarters.

Archon Ar'ugtzar's penthouse floor was absolutely infested with naked female Dark Eldar slaves. Most of these women were some degree of pregnant with his offspring and their natural pregnancy instincts helped to keep them motivated to both keep him alive and mate with him as much as possible. The pregnant women turned at his approach and their eyes blazed with unconcealed lust for more of his seed to develop their growing babies.

Archon Ar'ugtzar smiled at the lust mad females and the women gathered around him hungrily, squabbling viciously to get his sperm first before repeated mating drained his sperm cell count too much. Ar'ugtzar got erect at the mere sight of this highly pleasing arrangement.

Ar'ugtzar ordered his mercenaries to round up the few dark eldar females who weren't currently pregnant and got naked in his massive bedroom. Desperate pregnant women mobbed him for sex but he drove them back with a whip and ordered them to get on the bed and wait.

A few minutes later squads of human mercenaries dragged struggling dark eldar naked females into the room. These women were not currently pregnant and the lack of powerful pregnancy mating instincts made them more difficult.

The humans locked these women into specially designed "mating frames" that held them immobile in the optimal sex position, and for added protection they gagged the women so they couldn't bite. The women protested violently and entire groups of humans had to hold them down. Once these women were pregnant they would be just as desperate to mate as the rest of the women.

Archon Ar'ugtzar happily had sex with each of the women in the frames, hoping to get them all pregnant. It took a few weeks of having sex with them at least once every 3 days to guarantee pregnancy so Archon Ar'ugtzar had sex with them every day he was home.

With the fertile females all inseminated, the mercenaries released the crying women and they bolted out of the room as soon as they were free. Archon Ar'ugtzar laughed happily and turned his attention to the crowd of frantically eager pregnant women on his bed.

The mating frenzy that followed was extremely pleasant for Ar'ugtzar as scores of desperate naked women frantically had sex with him. Over 60 dark eldar slave women desperately needed his sperm to keep their babies alive in their wombs, and the squabbling to be inseminated before his balls ran dry was absolutely vicious.

Virile as he was, Archon Ar'ugtzar was only one man and simply didn't have enough sperm to inseminate 60 women in one sitting. It usually took him half the day to ejaculate inside all of them and he usually spent every free waking moment having constant sex. He had a charmed existence enjoying the spoils of leadership, but unfortunately lacked the time to keep track of his Dracons as much as he would like.

The Archon sighed with pleasure as he had sex with woman after woman. He would nap for an hour once his balls were empty and then resume until empty once more. Most nights he slept in little naps like this, it was the only way to ensure that every woman was inseminated properly.

Archon Ar'ugtzar ejaculated himself dry and then had a nap on top of a seething pile of beautiful naked women. This really was the life.

***...

Bhirae had a migraine as she worked next to one of the massive extractor fans that collected dust for the factory. The fan was deafeningly loud and rattled constantly as it sucked in the filthy dusty polluted air of Low Commorragh.

Bhirae changed one of the dust collection filters and coughed as the old full filter released a plume of vile dust when she pulled it free.

This dust was the lifeblood of the factory, by far the most important ingredient for everything they did. It was black, vile and probably toxic, containing every airborne particle the grimy foul air had to offer. Contained within the dust was probably every naturally occurring element, including iron, carbon and other useful things.

Bhirae carefully collected this grimy filth along side a lot of other slaves, filling scratched plastic buckets with dust, which were then carried away by other slaves to feed into the chemical processing plant for the first stage of the process that made splinter rifle ammunition.

The massive fan continued to make a terrible racket as it pulled in air with a never ending roar. These fans consumed the majority of the power from the outside wind turbines, always sucking in the precious watts greedily. They were the one thing that absolutely could not cope with draconian power efficiency, the amount of dust they needed every hour could only be obtained with huge fans like this.

Bhirae was absolutely filthy, everything around her in the fan rooms were absolutely black with dust. It stuck to everything. No matter how often they dusted this room it just got dusty again a few minutes later whenever someone changed a filter.

Bhirae's snot was black and she was coughing quite badly from the terrible dust. It was frankly astonishing just how filthy the outside air was.

Every smoke stack in Commorragh simply dumped smog into the air outside the buildings. This was added to by the upper levels dumping their toxic industrial ash off the side of sky bridges so that it fell down to the lower levels in thick plumes that stayed in the air for a long time. Add to that rust particles and other general dirt and exfoliated skin cells floating around in the air and the result was a hazy smog that was only just safe to breathe.

Someone somewhere was obviously processing the atmosphere to keep the air of Commorragh breathable, but that fresh processed air was clearly produced a long way away from Zasbak factory district.

For hours Bhirae changed and emptied filters. With air this filthy they filled up real fast and had to be changed constantly as they clogged up and blocked the air flow. At all times slaves worked to change these filters, working in shifts to keep the precious harvest of dust coming.

Her body ached all over, she could hardly breathe, and the noise of the fans made her want to scream. Never the less she just kept working, gathering the filth so that her factory could reach it's production quotas. Hour after endless hour she worked, not even getting paid for her efforts.

She was still terribly worried for Kaebros' safety. So terribly afraid all the time. The raids had only gotten worse and Kaebros now commanded a squad that probably all wanted to murder him to take his position.

Bhirae worried herself sick just thinking about it and made her migraine worse. Being in love was a horrible emotion, always so afraid for someone else's safety, so many troubles she had never had to deal with before. She was so mad with herself for falling in love with Kaebros, she had never felt so much fear as she had over the past year!

Sick with anxiety, tired and filthy, Bhirae just kept working. Life really sucks!

***...

Kaebros smiled sadistically as he practiced his whipping accuracy on Bhirae. He lashed again and perfectly hit the tip of her clitoris, making her scream with agony.

Kaebros loved to unwind after a long shift by whipping Bhirae, it was extremely relaxing.

Bhirae squirmed in the ropes she was bound by, not liking this. Kaebros grinned at her and whipped the very tip of her nipple.

Bhirae was tied to a chair with her legs spread and her hands behind her back. Kaebros and Bhirae were in his personal Sybarite quarters in the factory, his rank now entitled him to his own private quarters.

Bhirae was filthy with dust everywhere that had not been covered by clothing, but her chest and pelvic area were completely clean and looked nice. Kaebros would clean her up later and care for her, but not until he had his fun.

Bhirae bit into her gag and twin pale lines down her cheeks showed as tears cut through the black dust that covered her face. She hung her head submissively and Kaebros made her scream with another perfectly aimed lash to the clitoris.

Kaebros loved Bhirae more than he loved anyone, but he was still a Dark Eldar and expressed his love in sadistic ways. Bhirae had always been the submissive partner in the relationship and was pretty much a doormat who never resisted anything Kaebros did to her. She did not enjoy what he was doing, but she nevertheless consented to it.

Bhirae had certain become a lot more assertive in sexual intimacy and was much more open about speaking her mind to him, but at the end of the day she remained just as compliant and non-resistive as she had always been.

Kaebros gleefully spent a good hour flogging the crying Bhirae. He felt so wonderfully relaxed by the end. He didn't bother to untie Bhirae, merely removing her gag.

He got a bucket of cold water, soap and a clean rag and proceeded to clean Bhirae up lovingly.

"You are really filthy today, the water is already black." Kaebros said tenderly.

"Yeah, that fan room is always like that. We really need full body coverings when we work in that room, it would help a lot in keeping me clean." Bhirae agreed.

Bhirae had stopped crying now and was getting more cheered up as he tenderly washed her. Kaebros kissed her softly and Bhirae kissed him back with a sigh of pleasure.

Kaebros had his work cut out for him as he tried to clean all the filth out of her hair but he didn't want to untie her yet. It had taken time to get Bhirae all tied up like this and Kaebros didn't want to have to do it all over again. Bhirae didn't seem to mind being pampered like this and was actually sighing in pleasure as he massaged shampoo into her grimy hair.

Bhirae was putty in his hands and totally submissive. Kaebros got her all cleaned up and smelling nice and then fed her (which she was EXTREMELY happy about).

Tonight's meal was synthetic nutrient bars, everything the body needs in a single packaged food bar. Kaebros had already tested the bars for poison so did not hesitate to hand feed nutrient bars to Bhirae. Bhirae submissively sucked his fingers clean and Kaebros got excited.

Kaebros was already naked and he grabbed Bhirae's head and forced his penis into her mouth. Kaebros then ate his own nutrient bars as Bhirae sucked his cock.

Kaebros absolutely adored Bhirae, she really was the girl of his dreams. He sighed in contentment of this wonderful moment, this right here was perfect. Kaebros groaned as he came in Bhirae's mouth and she swallowed hungrily.

Kaebros pulled over a chair and sat next to Bhirae contentedly. He ran his hands over her skin and explored her body. Bhirae groaned as he played with her boobs, she liked it when he played with them. Bhirae pouted for a kiss but Kaebros instead squeezed her belly making her cackle with ticklish laughter.

Bhirae squirmed about in her ropes as Kaebros squeezed her in various places. Bhirae was quite a ticklish woman and Kaebros liked to torment her like this from time to time. She cackled and thrashed as Kaebros had the time of his life.

Eventually Kaebros got bored and returned to playing with less ticklish body parts. Bhirae moaned orgasmically as he put two fingers inside her and slid them in and out. Soon he had her orgasming repeatedly in the chair and she was a moaning mess.

A long time later the pair were canoodling in bed, wrapped in each other's arms and kissing tenderly. Bhirae had been inseminated as required for the baby and Kaebros had given her orgasms until she moaned herself hoarse.

It was a tender time, a time of love and connection. All the floggings and torments were forgiven and forgotten. All that remained was love and tenderness for each other.

Both were vicious mean spirited dark eldar who fed on other people's pain, both were predominantly selfish creatures, but they still cared about each other very deeply. With all of their cruel hearts they loved each other passionately.

***...

Dracon Arzogahn frowned as he received orders to go and set up a permanent Black Dagger stronghold on the nameless barren Ork world that Archon Ar'ugtzar habitually raided.

His orders were to take a mere 1 percent of his current forces and a few thousand slaves and establish a thriving colony to more effectively round up the orkoid slaves for daily shipments back to the Black Dagger stronghold district.

This was a tall order indeed. 1 percent of his current forces was a mere 500 warriors. They would be permanently in hostile xenos territory and expected to send impossible numbers of orkoid slaves back home every single day.

Dracon Arzogahn now knew beyond all doubt that Archon Ar'ugtzar was just trying to get him killed now.

Dracon Arzogahn was at the end of the day someone who could find solutions to impossible problems. He was smarter and more cunning than Archon Ar'ugtzar, he got things done where others failed, and if anyone could pull this off it was Dracon Arzogahn.

Dracon Arzogahn thought hard about the situation, examining it from all angles to find a solution that others would miss. The planet was extremely barren and totally dry. It had no water except what the bacteria and orkoid fungi could make out of the chemicals they dissolved from the dry rocks. It was sunny, flat, rocky and windy. Archon Ar'ugtzar expected and demanded no less than 100 thousand humanoid orkoid slaves be sent back every single day, on a planet that numbered only a few million in total. Given that the orkoid growth was delayed because the fungi had to work hard to dissolve water and nutrients from barren rock, they simply would not replenish fast enough to sustain this long term.

As it stood, it was impossible to achieve, but with a bit of creative thinking Dracon Arzogahn could solve it.

The planet needed more water and more nutrients to speed up orkoid development. With a bit of creative use of temporary webway passages Dracon Arzogahn could put a webway gate on the Ork planet and then drop a connecting portable gate in the sea of some other planet and drain it into the Ork planet for some much needed irrigation. Introducing some suitably aggressive plant life could then provide some much needed nutrients in the form of roots which the orkoid embryos could dissolve.

Dracon Arzogahn smiled cruelly, he would succeed and make Archon Ar'ugtzar look weak and stupid yet again. Archon Ar'ugtzar was a lazy fool who spent all his time on his whores while Dracon Arzogahn got things done. One day Dracon Arzogahn would become ARCHON Arzogahn!