Chapter 7A

Melody sat on the cold floor of the cartel panic room holding Augusta in her lap. This was partially for warmth but mostly to keep the toddler from constantly trying to go to his mother. The tiny child was struggling to escape but only halfheartedly, enjoying Melody's body heat in this cold room.

Augusta's mother Octavia was currently engaged in extremely public acts of sexual torture. Talon had Octavia's spread arms pinned down under her heavy shins and Wendy was sitting on Octavia's straight legs, completely pinning her immobile.

All 3 women were completely naked and Talon was sitting on Octavia's face, facing her body. Octavia had her tongue inside Talon's pussy and was clearly doing a good job from the way Talon was moaning. Talon had spent the last few hours torturing Octavia in various ways. Currently Talon was aggressively tickling Octavia's armpits, causing muffled laughter between her legs.

Wendy was facing Octavia's feet and had been terribly cruel to poor Octavia. She was currently beating the bottom of Octavia's feet with a rubber hose designed to not leave bruises. Octavia was screaming in pain between her laughter and sounded like she was crying. Wendy had been beating her feet nonstop for over 30 minutes!

Octavia also had vibrating sex toys in both her pussy and her anus. After hours of orgasms she was getting desperate but her cruel owners just kept the orgasms and torture coming. Melody thought that Octavia had had enough or at least needed a break but her owners disagreed.

Augusta had earlier been a nuisance, climbing all over his mother and (more disturbingly) trying to imitate what Wendy and Talon were doing to her! The child had grown up around people sexually torturing his mother (and each other) and was completely normalised to it. In the end Melody had been given the duty of keeping Augusta out of the way.

Melody had taken the child to other parts of the room to play with the other children a few hours ago but Augusta had gotten bored eventually and had a tantrum to be returned to his mother. Melody herself was getting very frustrated by this point and had taken the little brat back to where they were now.

Melody tightened her grip around the struggling child. She was rapidly losing her patience.

"Come on it's been 4 hours now! How much longer do I need to babysit this child? He is frantic to be with his mother", Melody said to Talon and Wendy.

"Aw but I'm having fun torturing her tootsies! I'm not ready to stop", Wendy complained

Talon was in the middle of another orgasm and merely grunted without saying anything.

"I'm not asking you to stop, I'm asking you to find another baby sister! My nephew is driving me crazy", Melody pouted

"Augusta isn't your nephew, he's technically your many times great uncle in law", Wendy said pedantically.

"I KNOW THAT, but as Octy and I call each other big and little sister we have become aunties to each other's kids, it's a cutesy informal thing", Melody explained.

"That's adorable", Wendy giggled as she continued to beat the bottoms of Octavia's feet.

Talon groaned orgasmically and stopped tormenting Octavia. She spent a moment composing herself before saying, "I think that Octavia has earned at least a short break. We can torture her later."

"Speak for yourself but I'm not stopping, I'm torturing our slave all night long", Wendy said implacably

Octavia made a muffled noise of protest at hearing this. Talon cocked her head to one side.

"No Wendy, It's your turn to get tortured, I want to flush your head in the toilet and beat you till you puke", Talon told Wendy.

Wendy blushed and looked extremely turned on. "Oh Mistress Talon! You always say the perfect things! Oh Slaanesh that's so hot! Yes! Beat the absolute shit out of me, make me your little bitch! Torture me", Wendy said sounding deeply romantic.

Talon grinned sadistically and went off with Wendy in the direction of the nearest toilet cubicle. That should keep them busy until they get hungry.

Augusta squirmed free and ran into Octavia's waiting arms. Octavia was crying and obviously in desperate need of aftercare. Melody grumbled, once again Melody was left to do everything!

Melody gave her a warm cuddle and kissed her cheek. Octavia's entire face stank strongly of pussy.

"You ok big sister", Melody asked tenderly

Octavia had tears streaming down her face and shook her head.

Melody sighed and tightened her cuddle on Octavia, "your owners are too rough with you, 4 hours of heavy torture and forced orgasms without a break is really hard to take"

Octavia shook her head, "no it's me! I'm such a weakling, I should be stronger than this! I'm so worthless!"

Melody sighed inwardly, great, just great, Octavia now had post scene depression and probably sub drop too! Why did Melody have to deal with this shit? Octavia wasn't even her slave!

Melody was shocked by her own thoughts, Octavia was like a sister to her! She should have more compassion for her. Melody hugged Octavia as tight as her tiny muscles could and kissed Octavia right on the mouth.

Octavia was surprised by the kiss but quickly got into it and made out passionately with Melody. Melody wasn't remotely interested in other women sexually, but Octavia was and kissing her was the most reliable way of snapping her out of these depressions quickly.

Augusta selfishly interrupted and demanded his mother's undivided attention. Melody wanted to slap the selfish little brat, couldn't he see that his mother needed to be comforted!

"No more bed slave, no more bed slave! Be mummy slave!" Augusta demanded in his baby voice.

It was so cute that Melody burst out laughing. Even Octavia giggled slightly through her tears.

"Ok Augusta, mummy is here for you. No more bed slave until Aunty Talon and Aunty Wendy get back", Octavia promised her child

Augusta furiously tried to push Melody away saying, "go away", in an adorable little voice. Melody said goodbye to Octavia and left with a giggle.

Melody went directly to her slave boyfriend Andrew and grabbed him directly by the penis. "Get between my legs and fuck me like you haven't seen a woman in ten years!" Melody demanded.

"Maybe later Melody? I'm not in the mood right now", Andrew said apologetically

"Well get in the mood, I want sex and I want it now. Do what you need to do to get a stiff and bury it deep inside me!" Melody commanded.

"No not right now, later tonight, I'm sorry but I'm really not in a sexual mood right now", Andrew insisted.

Melody was getting extremely annoyed now and frustrated. By showing a bit of backbone Andrew was only turning her on even more! She loved strong men who took control. Oh damn it now she was soaking wet. She bit her lip, incredibly turned on.

She pressed herself against his naked body, he was never allowed to wear clothes in her presence. She fondled his penis ignoring his protests, trying to get him hard. He finally stopped being a gentleman about it and shoved her away from him.

"Enough Melody, I don't consent to this!" Andrew said firmly.

Melody cracked up laughing, "Oh Andrew Andrew Andrew, that is not how slavery works. You don't get the privilege of consent. You don't own your own body, I own it and I get to decide what your body will do! Stop being ridiculous and fuck me!"

"Melody! What a horrible thing to say! I'm your boyfriend! Doesn't our relationship mean anything to you? Don't you love me?" Andrew said sounding shocked.

"Oh Andrew please don't play the love card! Of course I love you, I love you and your big stiff cock buried between my legs! I love your muscles and your body making me all wet and fucking the absolute shit out of me! I love you with an aching wet pussy! Fuck me! Fuck the living shit out of me! Take me!" Melody said passionately.

"No! I don't even want to look at you right now! Come back when you improve as a person, I'm done here", Andrew said defiantly.

Melody stormed off to find some cartel soldiers to make Andrew obey. She was quickly disappointed to discover that she was locked in the panic room with only VIPs but no soldiers. Damn it! She instead turned to the cartel husbands and complained that her bed slave was refusing to sleep with her. The men were filled with righteous rage but when she pointed out the extremely well muscled form of Andrew they all suddenly chickened out!

"You fucking cowards! Teach him a lesson!" Melody yelled at them.

Great uncle in law Bob said, "Sorry Melody but no way! That man is a gorilla! None of us want the shit beaten out of us just so that you can get laid. Can't you just finger yourself for now and buy a new bed slave when you get out?"

"I don't want a new one! It took a year of steroids and muscle enhancing drugs to get him so yummy! Hunks like this don't just appear for sale! If I buy another then it will take another year to get him this big!" Melody said unhappily

"Why do you even want him so freaking big?" Bob asked

"It's a fetish. I have a fetish for men with really big muscles. The bigger the muscles the more I like it! If my transgender "wife" hadn't decided to have her cock cut off and replaced with a vagina then I would still have a yummy super muscly space marine husband to fuck the shit out of me! As it is I have to make do with regular men and shiploads of steroids", Melody explained.

"Well I'm sorry but we don't need that gorilla going berserk in the panic room. Give him time, he will get horny and then you can fuck him", Bob suggested.

"Fuck that, I'm horny now! I don't want to wait", Melody exclaimed

The cartel husbands looked Melody up and down and offered to help her with her horniness. Melody sighed in exasperation, "get biceps the size of my head and I will think about it. Until then I don't sleep with weedy little cowards who can't stand up to a slave! I'm off to find a cartel WOMAN, they have bigger balls than you wusses!"

The cartel men were shocked by this and laughed nervously, making a show of laughing it off to preserve their manhood. Melody stormed off to find Talon in the bathroom.

***...

Talon was happily forcing Wendy's head into a toilet bowl and flushing liberally when Melody stormed in. What the hell did she want this time?

"My slave boyfriend refuses to fuck me and I think he just broke up with me! I asked the cartel husbands to kick his ass but they are a bunch of fucking cowards! I tried to force him to obey but he is too strong for me! I need help", Melody wailed.

Talon sighed and pulled Wendy's head out of the toilet. Wendy coughed and spluttered from all the water up her nose and mouth.

"So let me get this straight", Talon said to Melody, "your BED SLAVE refuses to obey you and said that he is leaving you"

Melody nodded

"Well that is a shooting offence. I have a gun under my clothes, I can blow his brains out right now if you like", Talon said helpfully

Melody cringed, "no no! Don't kill him! I LOVE him! I got him because he was my slave boyfriend back when I was a slave myself before I even met old Owner Richard! We have a lot of history. He is from my native space city and he speaks my first language and shares my original culture! I have spent an entire year forcing him to take muscle enhancing drugs to make him super yummy! He is irreplaceable!"

Talon groaned, "way to complicate things Melody! The situation you describe is not easily fixed. I will see what I can do"

"No no, keep kicking my ass", Wendy demanded

"Stop topping from the bottom whore! You are to stay here and keep licking the toilet bowl until I come back! If it is not clean enough to eat out of then I will make you eat all your meals out of it until we are let out of this panic room", Talon shouted at her wife

Wendy shuddered with pleasure and immediately started masturbating, "oh Mistress Talon! You always know exactly the right thing to say to make me as wet as Slaanesh herself! Yes Mistress Talon, I will obey your deliciously sadistic command!"

"Very good whore", Talon said and left with Melody.

Talon grilled Melody on the situation as they walked and got a general idea of what happened.

Talon caught site of the massive Adonis and carefully hid her fear. He was easily bigger and stronger even than Talon herself. Melody had clearly been giving the man space marine gene seed hormones, nothing else could make a man put on that much muscle in a single year!

"You do know that it is illegal to give gene seed hormones to non space marines", Talon said

"Shh Talon! Not so loud! Yes I know it's naughty, but look at those muscles! He is so absolutely yummy!" Melody said frantically.

"I'm sure the cartel won't press charges, we all love you Melody and your motives were pure. That law was to stop super soldiers being created. Making a bed slave more desirable is completely different and totally understandable", Talon reassured her.

They stopped a few meters away from Andrew, he was looking at Talon nervously. Talon nonchalantly pulled out her high powered auto pistol. "Just so you know, this fires 8 rounds per second, a single bullet from this can kill a man dead".

Andrew looked at the weapon clearly afraid but he was obviously trying to put on a brave face. Talon knew exactly how to read and handle slaves and had already won, it would just take a few steps to completely undermine his confidence and then he would be fucking Melody like a good boy.

"You used to be a slave worker down on the planet didn't you? (Andrew nodded) You were worked almost to death in an iron ore mine, with shit food, and uncomfortable accommodations? (Andrew nodded again) But Melody rescued you, she got you flown out of that hell hole and even got her wife to buy you didn't she? (Andrew paused before nodding uncomfortably)"

"You now live a very comfortable life don't you? (Andrew looked deeply conflicted and gave a tiny nod) down on the planet you always did your job no matter how unpleasant it was didn't you? (Andrew hung his head in shame and nodded)"

"Well now instead of mining iron ore in miserable conditions, your job is to put your cock inside an insanely beautiful woman, how is this job in any way unpleasant?" Talon asked knowing she had won.

Andrew showed clear signs of inner conflict as he struggled to even remember why he had a problem. Talon had completely undermined his rebellious resolves, and he lacked the logic skills to notice the red herring she had used to derail him. It was vital to destroy hope in slaves, to use any logical cheating necessary to subdue them.

"I think that every slave man in this fleet would give any price to have your job. Look at this woman! Just look at her! Can't you see how fucking gorgeous she is? Why are you not attracted to her?" Talon asked

Andrew flustered, "wait no it's not that. Of COURSE I find her attractive. I'm very attracted to her, that's never been a problem"

"Then why are you wasting time having me threatening your life with a pistol when you could be having sex with this beautiful woman?" Talon asked

Andrew had by now completely forgotten why he was even resisting and said, "ok you are right of course, what the hell was I even thinking! It's just that I'm really not in the mood, I'm just having an off day today"

"Well on an off day you can still at least try and if you fail you fail. No one is asking you to be perfect, just to try your best. Sex is not just about you, Melody gives you a lot of pleasure, it's your turn to give her something back", Talon said soothingly

Andrew's resolve had almost completely collapsed by now, "just try it? Even if I don't want to? (Talon nodded) But what if I fail to get into it?"

"In that case you go down on her with your mouth and you give her oral. Or you take a male potency drug and just give her what she needs. She really cares about you but she is desperate for some good old fashioned fucking. Surely after all she does for you you can throw her your bone", Talon insisted.

Andrew nodded, the battle was now won.

Melody mouthed "thank you" to Talon and eagerly invaded Andrew's personal space. Andrew was clearly not consenting but was just as clearly forcing himself to perform sexually.

Talon collected a powerful male potency injection and suddenly injected it into Andrews arm without his consent. He looked at her in alarm. "It's just something to make your dick extra hard, it will help"

The drug took effect almost instantly and Andrew's penis grew swollen with blood and visibly became erect. Melody put her hand on it and Andrew flinched like a rape victim.

"Stop being such a girl! She is a beautiful woman, she is also your lover and your owner. She has every right to touch it", Talon said

Andrew nodded and forced himself to hold still. It was embarrassing!

Talon sighed in exasperation and put on a giant strap on penis. She grabbed Melody, spread her open and fucked her without asking for consent. Melody squealed with fear and protest.

Andrew became alarmed and said, "stop it! She doesn't like it, you are raping her!"

"I will stop on the condition that you start, fuck that girl or I will fuck her for you!" Talon calmly said

Andrew reluctantly agreed and he penetrated Melody unhappily. Talon had never seen such a performance in a man, it was so unmanly to refuse a great root like Melody! The wussy "man" even looked violated as if he was somehow being raped! What a complete girl!

Talon shook her head in disgust and went back to Wendy. Talon had a few ideas about what part of Wendy's anatomy this strap on would penetrate next.

***...

Cartel mechanical engineering and metallurgy specialist Dr Imelda Muhammad watched in disapproval as Melody raped the man that she supposedly loved. It was a pitiful spectacle.

At least Aunty Wendy and Aunty Talon had stopped torturing their own crying bed slave while the slave's toddler watched! That had been really hard to witness. Imelda was no freedom activist, but shit like this really made her see why the slaves were so upset!

The room was filled with cartel civilians and most of them had brought at least one favourite bed slave with them. With no other form of entertainment, the owners were focusing a lot of time on playing with these slaves, and some of it was just sickening abuse!

Not all of it was abuse of course, a lot of them had developed genuine romantic relationships with their bed slaves and the sex was consensual. But that didn't make the acts any less disturbing to witness!

The cartel extended family had a strong genetic predisposition to sadomasochistic sexual tastes. Even Imelda was not immune to her cursed bloodline. It was a result of their Wsuioo heritage through MA7, the Matriarch and first female common ancestor of the entire cartel.

The planet Wsuioo was an imperial slavery world that used genetic engineering to divide their population into two separate castes, the master military caste and the slave caste. MA7 was a member of the slave caste and her genetic engineering gave her an intense desire to be submissive, masochistic and obedient. The members of the slave caste were sexually excited by and attracted to members of the master caste, or to anyone who exhibited dominant or sadistic traits.

The older generations like Wendy and Imelda's mother Macy were usually deeply submissive masochists. There were of course exceptions such as the highly sadistic Luke who inherited more strongly from his dominant sadistic father Nathan, but on the whole the older generations, regardless of gender, tended towards either masochism, submission or both.

These older generations had mostly bred with dominant and sadistic partners to the point that the younger generations tended towards extreme sadism and dominant personalities. These tended to be a nightmare to their bed slaves and a few had even managed to torture their bed slaves to death whilst inside the panic room!

This sort of thing might be great fun for the sadists, but it was not helpful in the current political climate of the fleet! The slaves were getting increasingly militant in response to their brutal treatment and the cartel did not currently have the numbers needed to deal with a full scale rebellion if such an event happened!

Imelda shook her head in exasperation, the cartel seriously needed to tone these abuses down! Not for the sake of the slaves but for the survival of the family in this time of crisis!

Imelda got up and went to find Aunty Wendy. As the highest ranking person in the room Wendy was the best bet to stop these abuses.

Imelda approached the gently sobbing bed slave Octavia, "hi Octavia I need to know where Wendy is, did she say?"

The young woman wiped away her tears and sniffed, "Mistress Talon is punishing Wendy in the toilet cubicle over there", she pointed Imelda in the right direction.

"Thanks, do you need something for the pain?" Imelda asked gently.

Octavia looked indecisive and said, "My feet hurt so bad that I can't even walk, but I need to be a good girl and take the pain. It's very hard... I can't stop crying. But I need to be a good slave!"

Imelda gently reassured Octavia that she was a very good girl and insisted on giving her a painkiller. Imelda frowned, this slave was clearly experiencing sub drop and hadn't been given proper aftercare!

Imelda excused herself and rushed off to find Wendy. She found her being violently sodomised by Talon with a strap on dildo with her head in a toilet. Imelda cleared her throat loudly.

"Oh by the four powers! What now! Oh, sorry Dr Muhammad, what can I do for you?" Talon said.

"I need to talk to Wendy about a cartel matter", Imelda explained

Talon nodded obediently and pulled out of Wendy's ass and pulled her head out of the toilet bowl. Wendy looked extremely frustrated.

"This is not a good time, I'm trying to get a damn good rogering here! Why can't I just get beaten and sodomised without these constant interruptions", Wendy complained.

"Two things, first not so important but your bed slave was crying so much from the pain that I insisted on giving her painkillers, she protested but I insisted, she has full blown sub drop whilst a screaming toddler is pestering her for attention, you might want to do something about that", Imelda began

Talon cuffed Wendy across the back of the head and said, "I TOLD you that Octavia needs aftercare! You are going to take her place until she recovers!"

Wendy moaned in delight and said, "yay! Please be absolutely merciless to me Mistress Talon!"

Imelda interrupted quickly before the conversation could get derailed, "SECONDLY, Aunty Wendy I need you to order everyone in the panic room to immediately stop excessive abuse to the slaves we have in the panic room with us".

Both of her aunties looked at her in confusion. Imelda carefully outlined her argument.

"I get what you are saying but no, I'm not going to be the one to tell the family that they can't freely use their own property as they see fit", Wendy said.

"But this is a matter of family survival! We can't fight against 150 million slaves! I don't know if we even can defeat half that number!" Imelda said passionately.

Wendy was unconvinced, "we won't be facing that many, even in the worst case scenario. More than half of the slaves are women, they won't fight, female slaves almost never fight. And more than half of the men now worship Slaanesh and are on OUR side. We can simply arm them and it's problem solved!"

Imelda thought that this was an extremely dangerous idea and said so. Wendy was deaf to her complaints and quickly left to give Octavia some long overdue aftercare.

***...

Helena Gonzalez returned to her apartment on board the MA5. Helena was still grieving over the death of her wife 2 months ago from a sudden heart attack. Helena was really missing Nipple Gonzalez, her late wife, terribly and still cried sometimes.

Nipple had been old, very very old, but had been an extremely randy old girl! She had been constantly all over Helena's pussy and breasts, and Helena missed being touched, missed the constant intimacy. Why did you have to die on me old girl? Helena started crying again.

Helena's two daughters Janice and Kendra rushed to hug their mother, wiping away tears from her face. Helena hugged her two little girls, crying softly.

"Please don't cry owner", Janice said.

"Don't call me that! I'm your mother!" Helena wailed

Helena and her two daughters had been taken from their home and sold into slavery. Helena had gained freedom by marriage when she married the elderly free woman Nipple Gonzalez, taking her name and, now that she was dead, inheriting her meagre property. Helena had saved up and bought both her daughter's as slaves. Her daughter's were attending slave school and came home each day with strange ideas about how to address their owner.

"Sorry mummy", Janice said and Helena kissed her head.

Helena entered her apartment that she had inherited from Nipple. It was a perfect cube, 3 meters width, length and height. It had no furniture but it did have roll up sleeping mats, one for each of them. Helena and her daughters sat down in a circle and started praying to Slaanesh like they did every night.

Slaanesh was the family's new god, ever since being enslaved. They had previously prayed to the God-Emperor of the Imperium of Man, but he had never answered their prayers nor helped them! The 3 of them had been homeless starving whores, selling their bodies for meagre scraps of food since they were 5 years old!

They had prayed so hard for the Emperor to give them some food, but he never gave them so much as a mouse turd to eat! Fuck the Emperor! He was a terrible god! Helena had fucked men for every meal she had eaten since she was 5 years old! And her mother and grandmother and great grandmother before her for as long as any of the family could recall!

Compared to being a starving underage prostitute (Helena had only recently turned 20), being a slave was heavenly! Slaves got fed! Even if you were too sick to work, the owners still fed you! Real proper food at least twice a day!

The family had not hesitated to start worshipping this new generous god Slaanesh, the god who gave you food!

Not only had Helena found food, she had found the love of her life! And not only had she been married and promoted to "freedom", she had also been head hunted for her significantly above average IQ and granted a scholarship to become an apprentice tech priestess!

Helena had extremely gifted high functioning autism. She had genius level skills in some areas but very poor functioning in other areas, especially social interactions with people she didn't know well. Her need to sell her body for food had forced her to learn enough social skills to get by, she would have starved otherwise!

Helena was now earning a wage as an apprentice tech priest and was learning to worship the machine god as well as Slaanesh. She was earning enough to afford to rent a much nicer place, but she didn't like change. This apartment room was now her's, she owned it outright and didn't need to pay rent on it. Her income now went into buying things for the family and into savings.

Helena scratched at one of her cranial implants, this particular one gave her literacy knowledge. Her lack of education had been a real problem but it was easily compensated for by a few extra brain implants.

Helena started the prayers, parroting back the phrases stored in her artificial memory. Her daughters followed her lead, repeating her words. This was a nightly ritual, as regular as clockwork. It all followed a clear plan and Helena was very comfortable with it.

Helena calmed down, comforted by the order of the nightly ritual. She centred herself and focused her devotion on Slaanesh in ecstatic worship. At the end of the rituals they had sharing time where they talked about their faith journey.

"I kissed 11 boys today in class", Janice announced happily.

"Very good!" Helena said beaming with pride

"I didn't kiss any but I did flash pedophile Pete today", Kendra said apologetically

Helena looked at Kendra in alarm, "are you ok? He didn't touch you I hope!"

"No no mummy, I never give the goods away for free to dirty old men. He just went off and wanked in a corner", Kendra insisted.

Helena relaxed. Pedophile Pete was as the name suggests a pedophile. He was in his 40's and repulsively ugly. He was a slave but was so useless and lazy that he didn't get called in much to work in the factories. He mostly hung around anywhere where children congregated and preyed upon any children he could get his greasy hands on.

"I sucked off 3 different men at work today", Helena shared proudly.

The two daughters murmured in appreciation, "oh mummy, Slaanesh will really like that."

"When can I suck off boys mummy?" Janice asked

"You are only 9 years old and I feed you, you don't have to suck off anyone ever again unless you want to", Helena explained calmly

"I know that mummy, but I want to! I want to make Slaanesh happy with me! Please mummy please", Janice begged.

"No way Janice! You can wait until you are older, Slaanesh will understand. As your owner I forbid it", Helena said

"Yes owner, I must obey your every command", Janice said, parroting back the slave obedience lessons she learned in slave school.

"What about me mummy? Am I allowed to flash people?" Kendra asked anxiously.

"I don't want you flashing Pedophiles, that's really dangerous! You can flash boys and girls your own age and both you and your sister can kiss boys and girls your own age on the lips if they let you. That's it!" Helena said

"Can we hold hands with boys?" Janice asked

"Of course you can. Just nothing sexual, no sexual touching", Helena replied.

Janice and Kendra grumbled at this but accepted it. Janice was 9 and Kendra was 8, but they had never had the opportunity to be children. Both girls had lost their virginity on their 5th birthdays when Helena could no longer produce enough milk to suckle both them and all the new babies she had produced since then!

Sadly (or perhaps mercifully), all of Helena's other children had died before the age of 5. Helena had been unable to afford any form of contraception and had given birth to a total of 8 babies, all the children of the nameless men she slept with for food.

Now that they no longer had to fuck for food, Helena was absolutely determined that they retain what little innocence of childhood they had left. The girls however didn't fully understand this. They had grown up being whores and they were damaged from the experience.

The prayer circle continued for another 20 minutes before there was nothing else to say. Helena opened up the take away containers she had brought home for dinner and they all ate frantically. The meal was a combination of synthetic rice, synthetic protein tofu, and dietary supplement sauce. Everything the human body needed all in one meal.

They were all finished in mere minutes, a life spent living from meal to meal had trained them to bolt down any food as quickly as possible before someone else tries to steal it. It was a habit that they just couldn't break, all meals were eaten in a rush.

It had taken all their self control to even wait until after their prayers before eating. With the food all gone the family relaxed slightly. Janice and Kendra did all the chores like dutiful slaves, but Helena helped a bit with the more difficult tasks.

The girls chatted happily as they did the chores, life was currently the best it had ever been. The girls were talking about an incident at school when Helena suddenly heard something alarming.

"Your friends said WHAT?" Helena asked alarmed.

Kendra looked sheepishly at her feet and said, "they are talking about joining the freedom activists when they are older... They want to overthrow the cartel"

"But but but but why?" Helena stammered, "they FEED US! Plus don't they like being slaves?"

"They love being slaves but they want better masters. The cartel keeps torturing slaves to death, even children. My classmates want better owners", Kendra explained.

Helena frowned, "yeah I heard those stories too. I agree that the stuff they do to their household slaves is really nasty, but surely that doesn't affect us on this ship? Why do they care about the other ships?"

"I don't know either Mummy, I don't think it's about that, I think it's about the problems they have here and are just jumping on with the rebels because it's popular", Kendra said

"I don't want you girls to have anything to do with those rebels, you understand me?" Helena told them

The two daughters nodded obediently

"Those people are so stupid! If they win then millions of Slaanesh worshipping slaves will no longer be able to enjoy slavery! Who is going to dominate them when there are no owners left?!" Helena said adamantly

"Mummy but you never dominate us in a fun way. No one on this ship hardly gets any hands on owner-slave fun time! My friends are upset because all these other people get abused by owners but they themselves never even meet their owners!" Janice said sulkily

"Are you saying that you want me to abuse you?" Helena asked incredulously

Janice blushed and nodded slightly saying, "yes... At school they have been teaching us sex obedience education and about masochism. It sounds so intense, to have an owner who can do what ever they like to you and you have to obey!"

Helena cut her off, "you are NINE years ago! And I'm your MOTHER! Are you honestly talking about wanting to be my BED SLAVE?!"

Janice shook with embarrassment and couldn't look her mother in the eye.

"Oh Slaanesh! What the fuck is wrong with our family! That's so fucking gross! How could you even THINK that?!" Helena yelled

"You are the only owner I have! I don't desire YOU, I desire an owner that will do things with me", Janice complained

"I'm not going to sell you to some pedophile! What is wrong with you! Why do you even want this?" Helena asked getting extremely agitated

"I want to follow the will of Slaanesh! He is our god and he wants sex and lust! Why can't I follow him freely and lose myself in lust!?" Janice shouted.

"You are NINE FUCKING YEARS OLD! When you are in your teenage years I will let you do stuff with boys. Why do you have to grow up so fast! Why can't you at least enjoy what's left of your childhood before you become an adult!?", Helena said exasperatedly

Helena was getting really stressed out now, she hated conflict at the best of times and right now was not the best of times for her emotionally.

"My childhood ended on my 5th birthday, on the moment you pimped me out to my very first client in exchange for a small bag of food!" Janice said nastily.

Helena started to cry, "I was STARVING! I was suckling you and Kendra and Willow and Lucy! And I was pregnant at the same time! I couldn't get enough clients to feed us all! You drank so much of my milk! Lucy and Willow were going hungry because you and Kendra drank so much of my milk!"

"That bag of food was not small either! That fat hairy merchant ship crewman paid a FORTUNE to take your virginity! That food lasted us an entire week and let me produce enough milk for your sisters! You saved our lives and your own, would you rather that we had all died", Helena wailed in tears.

"Willow and Lucy died later anyway, all of our siblings died except Kendra and me. You should have let them starve and just fed me and Kendra. All we ever gained from them was one good meal when we ate them after they died! They were worthless wastes of food!" Janice spat.

Helena slapped her hard across the face, "those were my babies! How dare you say something so cruel!"

Janice moaned in pleasure and tried to urge Helena to slap her more. Suddenly Helena guessed what was going on here.

"Are you just trying to make me angry so I will punish you?" Helena asked dangerously

Janice nodded excitedly and asked, "did it work? Will I get punished now?"

Helena was shocked that this child could be so selfish, to hurt her mother just to gain her own selfish pleasure! Well Helena knew exactly what Janice's weakness was, the one thing that life had irreversibly programmed her to avoid at all costs.

Helena smiled coldly in a way that made Janice tremble with masochistic anticipation and said, "oh yes slave, you are going to be punished like you have never been in your life"

Janice clapped her hands and said, "yay! Oh please be cruel, punish me painfully! What are you going to do to me?"

Helena smiled sweetly and said, "I'm going to stop feeding you and I forbid you to eat without my permission!"

Janice's blissful smile collapsed and her eyes widened in fear. She wailed, "PLEASE MUMMY NOT THAT! PLEASE!"

"Who's this "mummy" you are referring to slave? I am your owner, and I will do whatever I like to you and you get no say!" Helena said enjoying herself far too much

Janice begged, "please owner, please keep feeding me, I will be good".

"Yes you will be good but you still are not allowed to eat. If you disobey me then I will build a metal face harness at work to cover your mouth. IF and I do mean IF you are perfectly behaved all day tomorrow then I will think about feeding you the day after. Your every meal from now on will depend upon you being perfectly obedient and on being nice to me", Helena said

"It's not nice to joke about starving me mum, that was really mean", Janice said relaxing.

"Oh sweetheart I am not joking at all. I probably won't let you starve to death but I think that a week without food won't kill you and might teach you some respect. You know what, I am going to build that face harness and put it on you. Then you can show off to the other kids at school how your owner is cruelly punishing you." Helena said resolved.

Janice begged and pleaded and acted up and even threw a tantrum, but Janice was sick of her attitude and didn't flinch in her decision.

Kendra fearfully asked if she would also starve, Helena reassured her, "Don't worry KENDRA, you will be fed more now. You get to eat Janice's meals as well as your own. You are a very good girl and you have nothing to fear. If Janice starves to death then you get first dibs on eating her body"

Kendra got excited and looked Janice up and down hungrily, trying to decide what meat she would eat first. Janice angrily punched Kendra in the stomach, doubling her over and saying, "Fuck you bitch!"

Helena in turn flattened Janice with a belly punch of her own and said, "you will soon be weak enough from hunger that Kendra will be able to beat you up. I suggest that you be nicer to her while you still can".

The two sisters made up, sobbing and both of them begged Helena to change her mind. Helena eventually gave in to the pleading and contrite repentance and said that Janice could eat tomorrow if she didn't do anything else bad.

Helena felt bad for the cartel, apparently they couldn't win either way. The Emperor worshipping or irreligious slaves wanted to rebel because of too much abuse, whilst at the same time the Slaanesh worshipping slaves wanted to rebel because they got too LITTLE abuse! It was catch 22, no matter what they did it would upset at least one group of slaves!

Helena suddenly remembered something, "hey didn't you say that your classmates were ALSO upset about the way the cartel abuses slaves? So do they want abuse or not?"

Janice replied, "they, we, do want abuse but we don't want to die! Torture is fun, but being tortured to death no way! They want hands on sexually abusive owners who don't kill them, not distant owners on other ships who only play with them to kill them!"

Helena nodded, that made sense.

***...

Jasmine watched in mute horror as Anal's "made love" with the creature she called her "Master". It was little more than torture with just enough sex thrown in to resemble what might be called making love.

Anal was screaming in absolute agony as the creature cut into her flesh with an assortment of knives, but even more disturbing was her moaning and begging for more! Ugh this was just sick!

Daemonic laughter filled the room, "oh Jasmine, I find your disapproval exquisite! Yes this is indeed sick! Gaze at it until you puke! I will then feed your puke to dear Anal"

The daemon's words conjured up such graphic images in her mind that Jasmine erupted into uncontrollable nausea. Moments later Jasmine just couldn't stop herself and threw up violently all over the floor. The daemon was at her side in a flash and sucked up all of the vomit into it's mouth!

The sight of this made Jasmine puke again and it just kept sucking it up until Jasmine had nothing left in her stomach to puke!

The greater daemon then went to Anal and kissed her open mouthed. Anal moaned and her cheeks swelled as the vomit was forced into her mouth. Jasmine watched in mind numbing horror as Anal's throat swelled, clearly swallowing the puke!

This was some seriously fucked up shit! Jasmine had never felt so sick!

Jasmine was suddenly aware of what her hands were doing, she hadn't even realised that she was masturbating violently! Oh by the Emperor! This daemon's lust aura was clearly affecting her mind!

Jasmine crawled away on her stomach, far too sick to stand. If she stood up she would be too dizzy with nausea and would simply fall over.

"Oh no you don't, you have to watch, I enjoy making you sick", the sadistic daemon chuckled and grabbed her!

She was strapped down in a chair and had things locked around her face that kept her eyes open and forced her head to face the daemon! It even set up mirrors everywhere so that no matter where she pointed her eyes, she would still see the entire spectacle!

If Jasmine had anything left in her stomach she would have spent the entire time throwing up! The daemon seemed to know every one of her worst triggers and tailored Anal's torture to press on these triggers mercilessly! Jasmine's mind was pushed to intensities of disgust that she didn't know were possible!

Even more humiliating, the chair had a vibrating attachment pushing firmly against her vagina! It felt so wonderful and she was very quickly approaching orgasm despite her intense nausea! The damn lust aura was making her uncontrollably wet! With intense loathing she was forced to her first of many orgasms. It was so intense that she screamed in the most powerful pleasure she had ever felt in her life!

The daemon laughed and triggered her even more!

The next few hours reduced Jasmine to a weeping orgasmic mess of conflicting emotions. She had never felt so much pleasure, it was like some powerful drug high. She hated the daemon with intensity but she also felt powerful lust for it! She yearned to be it's slave forever, to be forced to feel sick whilst having mind blowing orgasms!

She was addicted to the sadistic creature, she didn't want her torment to end! She wanted this pleasure to continue forever! But at the same time she wanted to flee far away and never return to it!

The daemon suddenly stopped torturing Anal and moved to Jasmine's defenceless body. It picked up a very soft looking feather. Jasmine squirmed in her bonds not wanting to be tickled.

"Never fear Jasmine, this is not going to tickle I assure you", the thing said.

She relaxed slightly.

Suddenly the feather was gently stroking her exposed eyeballs! He was right, it didn't tickle, it HURT!

She struggled frantically and tried in vain to close her eyelids. Her eyes were watering in intense agony! She screamed and wailed and shouted and begged but it didn't stop! She was blinded by pain, completely overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of her agony.

Her pussy vibrator buzzed to full power and incredibly she felt an orgasm start to build! She had to much pain to even think, all thought was driven out of her mind and she was just a mindless animal in intense pain.

She felt every stroke as if it was barbed wire being pressed into her eyeball, even though the feather was obviously extremely soft. Her entire face was a waterfall of tears adding to the saline solution her face harness periodically squirted into her eyes. The pain and discomfort was indescribable and it never stopped! It felt like an eternity had already passed!

As her suffering grew, so did her building orgasm. The pain and discomfort seemed to add all of it's power to the growing orgasm that was on its way in an unstoppable tide. It grew and grew until she was screaming in pleasure, but even still it didn't stop growing! It didn't diminish the pain at all, it was simply more powerful than the pain sensations. Her entire body was having a fit now, her muscles going haywire from the pleasure. It grew and grew until her sanity was stretched almost to breaking point before exploding in an orgasm peak of thermonuclear power!

The orgasm went on and on, staying at peak intensity for at least 2 minutes before gradually subsiding! Jasmine sighed in awe, utterly relaxed by the ridiculous amount of pleasure.

As the pleasure subsided she became aware that her eyeballs were still being stroked!

The daemon chuckled, "you didn't think that you were stopping at just ONE orgasm did you? We are not even close to being finished yet dearest".

Jasmine's frayed nerves broke and she felt intense worship! "Yes MASTER", she moaned in bliss.

***...

Sigmund was not happy. In fact out of all the shitty situations TigerLily had put him in, this was the most painful!

He screamed as another agonising electric shock surged through the wires taped to his balls!

"Ple..ee..ease, please no more", he begged the Slaanesh worshipping cultists that were left in charge of making him miserable.

They laughed and turned up the voltage!

The next shock was twice as painful as the last!

Sigmund was imprisoned inside an elaborate psychic trap, designed to trap or at least locate TigerLily if she attempted a rescue. Besides Sigmund, the trap also had their baby daughter Violet as bait!

The cultists were doing unspeakable things to Sigmund's daughter, keeping her alive but in constant pain to lure TigerLily to come to the rescue and be caught in the trap! Sigmund was likewise being tortured.

Annoyingly Luke Sevenson was not being tortured at all, and was presumably under house arrest with his bed mate women having a wonderful time! Curse him it was so unfair!

"I'm not comfortable either", came the psychic voice of Chappie from his cage nearby.

"Chappie! Please get me out of here! At least try to stop them torturing me", Sigmund thought furiously.

There was a brief silence before the Tyranid replied, "I'm very very hungry, I have not been fed in weeks, I will die soon. Why would I waste my energy helping you?"

"If I get them to feed you will you then help me", Sigmund asked

Chappie hesitated before saying, "yes, I will do anything for food".

Sigmund wailed from another shock and said, "That zoanthrope is about to die from starvation if you don't feed it. That thing is Luke Sevenson's pet. If it dies then he will remember and wait until this all blows over to kill all of you personally".

The cultists paused at this fearfully.

"Luke Sevenson is imprisoned, he can't do shit to us", one of the cultists replied.

"He is imprisoned NOW, but not forever. Eventually TigerLily will be found and killed, and Luke will then be let out. He will be grieving and full of rage. He will look for everything he and TigerLily shared including that pet to give himself some closure. When he finds out that you let his pet starve to death he will take out his grief and rage on you", Sigmund explained.

The cultists all looked at each other nervously.

"Ok, what does it eat?" They asked

"TigerLily fed it standard bulk nutrient paste. It is also severely dehydrated. It needs water desperately. Fill the left trough with nutrient paste and the right trough with water", Sigmund explained.

"How do you know that it's dying?" The cultists asked suspiciously

Sigmund yelled, "look at the fucking thing! It's laying on the ground barely moving, it's skin is bone dry and it has no meat left on it! It is on death's door!"

The cultists jumped in panic and rushed to feed and water Chappie. Chappie was too weak to get up so they frantically squirted nutrient paste and water into Chappie's half open mouth. Chappie licked up the paste weakly and slowly. The cultists continued to frantically squirt food and water at him and hosed down his dry skin.

Sigmund was still in agony, the electric shock machine was set to an automatic timer, shocking him every few seconds (he timed his spoken words to coincide with the periods between the shocks). He waited patiently for Chappie to regain enough strength to use his psychic powers to help stop the torture.

Within 30 tense minutes Chappie regained enough energy to levitate shakily off the floor and he buried his mouth in his food trough and frantically emptied it in a frenzy of feeding. He then emptied out his water trough before completely cleaning the floor of all food and water.

Chappie then psychically spoke to everyone in the room, "I require a lot more food to recover, I'm almost dead. I need food and water every 4 hours."

The cultists clearly heard the psychic voice and agreed enthusiastically.

Sigmund frowned and thought at Chappie, "you said that you would help me if I got you food, do something, I'm in agony!"

Chappie replied at him alone, "I lied"

"Well then don't expect any help from me in the future, the next time that you are starving and need my help I will let you starve to death", Sigmund thought back in a rage.

Chappie considered this and replied, "what do I need to do to get help from you in the future?"

Sigmund was revolted by the creatures absolute selfishness but replied, "keep your promise, get me out of here or at least get the torture to stop!"

Chappie thought about this and then seemed to say something to the minds of the cultists. They laughed and said, "no way! We are having FAR too much fun to stop. We have great things planned for our torture toy here!"

The cultists rushed over to Sigmund and tortured him worse than ever! "I tried, now you will help me in the future yes?" Chappie said to Sigmund.

"You failed and made it worse! Either succeed or I will never help you again!" Sigmund thought angrily.

"Fine! I will try something else", Chappie replied.

***...

TigerLily's head was buzzing with more incessant whining from Chappie. He had been whining none stop to be fed. As always she made no reply of any kind, just passively listened.

This time the message was different. It was self focused of course but this time it was begging on behalf of Sigmund! This was unprecedented for the asshole pet to care about the wellbeing of anything other than itself.

Chappie told a story, sharing snippets of memories showing what he had seen. Chappie had been finally on the verge of death by starvation in the torture chamber when he made a pact with Sigmund to save his life. Sigmund had lied to the torturers that Luke would actually give a fuck if Chappie died and convinced them to feed Chappie.

Chappie had then tried to weasel out of his end of the bargain but Sigmund had promised to let Chappie starve next time if he screwed him over and now Chappie was reluctantly trying to save Sigmund from his torture.

The vision showed that Sigmund and Violet were having terrible things done to them! TigerLily didn't really care that much if Sigmund got tortured, but the sight of her daughter Violet being tortured with needles outraged TigerLily's maternal instincts!

Normally TigerLily would have no choice but to go to Violet's aide, her instincts were unbreakable, but as TigerLily was currently protecting her second egg she had an equal incentive to stay put. If TigerLily left now to save Violet then her second egg would certainly die. If TigerLily stayed hiding then Violet would remain in torture but she would survive, she was too valuable a hostage to be killed. Logic dictated that she stay put, ensuring that neither of her offspring were killed.

TigerLily didn't want to listen to any more of Violet's distress cheeping, the poor thing's sounds were a call for her parents to rescue her from terrible pain! TigerLily closed off her mind to the psychic communication.

TigerLily curled up miserably in the fetel position around her egg. She was feeling desperately lonely and dared not broadcast the slightest thought, nor make the slightest sound with her voice. Powerful as TigerLily was, she could not survive in the vacuum of space for long, especially if she was being shot at whilst trying to hold a bubble of atmosphere around herself.

If the cartel found out that she was on board this ship they would simply destroy it with macro cannon salvos until it was nothing but partially molten wreckage spraying out into the hard vacuum of space. Even if she survived the blast, she would not be able to maintain a psychic pocket full of atmosphere around her for long enough.

She was wearing a space suit just in case it came to that, but it was still a situation that she had no guarantee of surviving. Her egg of course was safely against her naked belly inside the space suit.

She ate another synthetic nutrient paste tube to calm herself. It was vile stuff but it had everything her body needed and more importantly it was so unappetising that no one would notice that the plastic box was missing. No one on this tiny ship was starving, so no one would care that it was missing.

She really was in a miserable predicament. Until those damn slaves started an uprising she could not risk leaving this secluded crawl space. She had been unable to safely wash and she absolutely stank inside her space suit! She only ever took off the bare minimum required to shit, piss and take in food and water. She stank so much that she had to keep it air sealed to keep her terrible smell from escaping and attracting attention!

Her space suit was eternally kept plugged into a wall power outlet by a cable, keeping the batteries charged. It kept recycling, detoxifying and reoxygenating the same air over and over again. With it's battery always full it could in the event of an emergency keep the air inside breathable for a week. The problem was that it was not armoured and would take only the slightest nick in the fabric to become completely useless in the hard vacuum of space!

Even worse, soldiers were checking every crawl space and had been into her crawl space looking for her. These soldiers expected psychic trickery and wore psychic nullifying helmets to keep her out of their heads! She had been forced to move out of her safe place taking all her things with her before they arrived and to constantly move around a step ahead of them during the patrols. This place was the only place she could safely sleep so she always returned, taking only short naps, waking often and always alert to the slightest psychic disturbance nearby.

She panicked and opened her mind once more to psychic messages. She was instantly bombarded by psychic voices calling to her to lure her out of hiding. This was normal but she couldn't help feeling a sudden dread of impending doom. Something was different...

In horror she suddenly realised that the sacrifice circle above her had been broken! She was currently not shielded from psykers searching for her. She rushed to cloak her presence before she was discovered.

The chorus of psychic voices laughed, "too late for that now, we already know that you are hiding somewhere near the sacrificial circle on the Soul Farm. That entire ship is locked down. Surrender peacefully or we will destroy the ship!"

TigerLily thought furiously about how she had not foreseen this! She frantically used her precognitive senses to see the fates that she had missed. This was clearly the result of free will of an individual completely derailing fate and probability! Someone who knew her very well had deliberately betrayed her, but who?

It obviously wasn't Luke, he would never actively use complete free will to screw her over. A drugged or duressed mind could not have outwitted her precognitive senses, someone CHOSE to do this on a complete whim, some complete asshole...

"CHAPPIE! You sold me out you asshole!", TigerLily screamed at the top of her psychic voice.

"Sigmund made me find a way to get him either released or no longer tortured. If you were caught then the captors would kill you and have no more reason to keep Sigmund captive. It was the most logical solution", Chappie replied sounding actually defensive for once.

TigerLily sighed and told the psykers, "fine, I surrender, please stop tormenting my loved ones and make my death quick".