Chapter 12
Talon was so thankful for the painkillers coursing through her badly beaten body, Nathan had almost killed her.
Wendy might have disowned Nathan but Nathan had never disowned Wendy. He had not approved of Talon scamming his "favourite daughter", and had felt that it was his fatherly duty to punish Talon with his fists.
Eventually other members of Nathan's squad had wondered why Nathan was ignoring his Vox channel and Talon had been rescued.
Talon was in the intensive care unit yet again with tubes sticking out of her, strapped down to the bed and laughing as Wendy tickled her toes with a bird feather.
The trials of torture still were not over. Even in intensive care, the sadistic little maniac was not passing up the chance to make Talon earn Wendy's submission.
On the night of the swimming pool they had spent the entire night talking about their relationship.
With the divorce waver signed Wendy now had no choice but to stay married to Talon, and could no longer use the threat of divorce to compel Talon to keep enduring the torture trials, even the cartel had pardoned her now and Talon was untouchable.
But it had never been about threats, right from the start it had been about love. Talon was enduring all of this as a statement showing how much she loved Wendy.
And it was having the desired effect.
Wendy was now smitten, completely and utterly smitten, more in love then she had ever felt in her entire life. With every minute she was falling more deeply in love with Talon.
It was also about trust. In the pool Wendy had said that Talon was earning more of Wendy's trust with every passing moment and had said that it was because Talon was keeping her word about the trials.
With the divorce waver in place Wendy had no way to force Talon to continue, but trusted Talon to keep her word regardless. This was very very important to Wendy to show that she could trust Talon completely.
If Talon pulled out now that the threats were removed then Wendy would never truly trust her ever again. But if Talon completed the remaining two weeks then Wendy would trust her for life and submit to Talon completely without reservations.
Talon had agreed, and so she endured steel mills and tickled toes and cum for dinner. She would pay Wendy back a hundredfold for every indignity, but not until after the trials.
Talon was wiggling her toes frantically but couldn't escape the maddening sensation, Wendy was going to pay so much for this Talon thought as she laughed involuntarily.
"Can you please not laugh so loud owner, it's giving me a headache", Rat said to Talon from the bed beside her.
"You know I can't", Talon screamed between her laughing.
"Aw, who's a ticklish Talon", Wendy cooed in baby talk.
"Wah ha ha I am Mistress Wendy", Talon screamed.
"Such a good tickle bitch, I think I will do this all night", Wendy said evilly
"You two are so adorable", Rat said.
"Why, thank you", Wendy said in a singsong voice.
Talon said nothing but wailed with laughter.
"Ouch, seriously can you please keep it down a bit", Rat asked
"How can you even feel the pain of a headache burnt bitch", Talon squealed at Rat
"Well, I meant headache as a figure of speech, what I mean is that I don't like the noise", Rat conceded.
"YOU don't like it? Ha ha I'm not having fun either", Talon shrieked
Wendy giggled and gagged Talon before continuing.
"Better Rat", Wendy asked.
"Much better thanks Mrs Sevenson", Rat said happily as Talon glared at her.
"Please call me Wendy"
"Ok Wendy", Rat said happily
***...
Rat relaxed in the luxurious hospital bed, trying to ignore Talon's muffled hysterics. Nurgle had blessed Rat so much for her faith.
Rat was now the proud property of Talon Lash Sevenson, the one currently being tortured by Wendy.
Finally she was free from the oppressive ownership of her former owner, Gemma Sevenson. Finally she was free!
It was a miracle, there could be no other explanation, this was the work of Nurgle.
All alone next to the circuit breaker for an entire day, Rat and Talon had talked, more than that, they had become friends. Rat had told Talon her story and Talon had taken pity on her.
5 years ago Rat had had an affair with her owners husband and been caught out. It had broken up the marriage and resulted in a very messy divorce, ending with the ex husband being murdered.
Gemma had been understandably upset and had resolved to make Rat miserable for the rest of her life. Talon had nothing compared to how much Rat had suffered.
In desperation Rat had turned to Nurgle with fanatical faith and Nurgle had kept Rat alive. Gemma had devised ever more horrible ways of working Rat to death but Rat just wouldn't die.
Gemma had not fed Rat in 5 years, unless you count being forced to eat human waste as feeding.
It was cute that Talon complained about licking toilet bowls so few times. Gemma had forced Rat to do that every day for 5 years!
Rat got her nickname from the most nutritious thing she ever got to eat, dead rats. She was also a cannibal when bodies filled the corridors.
Pretty much Rat ate filthy things when her owner wasn't looking. She enjoyed insects, spiders, rodents and the shit of any creatures she could find. She was especially fond of mouse turds.
She had no clothes or belongings of any kind and Gemma took away any items Rat could scavenge.
Then there was the floggings and beatings, every single day Rat was brutally beaten. Gemma would accept no apologies from Rat and was devoid of mercy. The bitch was one of the really bad Slanesh worshippers, a psycho.
After 4 years of being unable to kill Rat, Gemma had gotten complacent and Rat had found more free time to spend on herself.
Rat had snuck into crew shower blocks and attempted to improve her terrible hygiene. Rat hadn't been with a man in 4 years and desired intimate touch, interested in dating.
She had done everything in her limited means to be sexy and beautiful, but men had been so cruel. No matter how much rats blood and shower gunk she used as makeup, men were repelled by her or asked if she was a zombie, oh how she hated that word zombie!
She was only even alive because Nurgle made her supernaturally resistant to all the toxins in the stuff she ate and because all the microbes and parasites were divinely compelled to form symbiotic relationships with her flesh. What the fuck did they expect her to look like.
Glans was different, he had been drawn to her at first sight and had followed her through the corridors, openly masturbating at the sight of her rotting emaciated body.
Years ago this would have repelled Rat, but now after so much rejection, it made her feel beautiful.
Rat secretly knew that Glans was obviously a necrophiliac with a zombie fetish, but she was in deep denial about this.
She had been delighted when Glans had frantically fucked her on top of a pile of dead bodies in the corridor, she had felt so sexy and the orgasm was amazing.
She had been proud as punch when Glans had introduced her to his dubious looking parents as his girlfriend!
Unfortunately Rat had still been a slave to Gemma and Gemma would have never allowed the relationship, so Rat had kept Glans a secret from Gemma. But now everything had changed!
Rat moved her blind face lovingly in the direction of the muffled laughter, in the direction of her new owner.
Talon had taken so much pity on Rat that she had bought Rat off Gemma. This hadn't been easy either!
Gemma was perfectly content to own Rat for the rest of her life, punishing her everyday forever, but she was also getting tired of Rat's lack of dying. It took a lot of Gemma's day and she was prepared to pass the torture baton on to a worthy successor.
Talon had played the sadist card ruthlessly, saying that she wanted a torture slave who could not be killed. Talon was of course of celebrity status with the recent trials and Gemma had heard her dark reputation as the most skilled dominatrix on the ship.
Also helpful was Talon's widely available psychological profile from a week ago. A week ago Talon had strongly disliked Rat and had a grievance against her for all the beatings Rat caused her in the steel mill. Of course a day of talking had changed Talon's attitude about Rat but Gemma didn't know that.
Gemma had been delighted with the idea of the most skilled dominatrix on the ship torturing Rat beyond human durability, everyday for the rest of her life.
Even despite all that, Gemma had not been cheap. In compensation for Gemma's destroyed marriage, Gemma demanded no less than a staggering 100 million script to part with Rat. Thank Nurgle that Talon had Wendy!
With the trials still ongoing, Talon was cut off from Wendy's wealth for the next two weeks, but that divorce waver was worth more than Rat's weight in gold. Talon had instead contacted a moneylender and paid for Rat without Wendy's direct involvement.
The loan interest was absolutely brutal, but the lender had decided that Talon was a safe investment. Wendy was a billionaire and the divorce waver was now public knowledge, the lenders knew that Wendy couldn't divorce Talon so they were guaranteed to get the money back.
Documents were signed in Talon's appalling misspelled hand writing, 100 million script changed hands, Rat was branded on what remained of the skin on her right shoulder to show the change of ownership and that was that.
Wendy had been unsure about if getting a loan counted as using Wendy's wealth during the trial, Talon had argued that she technically hadn't spent any of Wendy's money, Wendy had said that it was still a very sneaky way of bending the spirit of the rules, and from the sound of it, had been tickling Talon ever since.
Rat wasn't technically a patient of this hospital and wasn't entitled to a hospital bed but so far none of the staff had made a fuss about it.
In fact she now had secondhand bandages covering the oozing puncture wounds in her abdomen. The nurses had apparently gotten concerned about how much Rat was oozing on the floor and staunched the flow.
The bed she was laying on was covered in what felt like plastic and Talon had ordered Rat to lay down on it. As Rat was Talon's property the hospital staff couldn't make Rat leave Talon's sight without Talon's permission.
With Talon currently technically homeless for the next two weeks, Rat had nowhere else to go, and blind as she was she dare not go anywhere.
Rat heard footsteps of what sounded like high heels enter whatever room she was in, being blind was so disorienting.
Rat heard the voice of Gemma Sevenson say, "not being tortured yet you puke, why not?"
"My new owner seems to be a little tied up at the moment", Rat explained.
"She can still order you to do unpleasant things, get off that bed and do them you filth", Gemma demanded.
"I'm currently obeying her most recent order, she ordered me to lay down on this bed, but before she could say any more orders or torture me, senior administrator exalted Mistress Wendy Sevenson tied her to a bed and gagged her, I can't move from here without disobeying my owner", Rat said with submissive terror.
"You think that you are so fucking smart quoting the rules to suit you don't you, fine lie there, Talon is still going to torture you as soon as she is free", Gemma said with vindictive nastiness.
The muffled laughter suddenly stopped and Wendy's voice rang out, "oh no she won't, Talon is a very very naughty girl who is not allowed to play with her new toy until after the trials".
"Oh really", Gemma asked with a respectful but demanding voice.
"Seriously Gemma, 100 million script? For this useless half dead slave? Those moneylenders are charging 200 percent interest per WEEK! In two weeks time it is ME who will be paying off that massive debt, how dare you rip me off like that", Wendy shouted with authority and fury.
Gemma replied in a fearful defensive voice, "I didn't even want to sell this scum, she destroyed my marriage, Talon was insistent that she wanted this thing as an unkillable torture slave, Talon offered me that much money, it wasn't my idea"!
"You lying bitch, the price was your idea" Rat thought but didn't say anything.
Wendy made sounds of absolute fury and screamed, "you DARE to sell a proven marriage breaker to my WIFE! You DARE to sell a rival unkillable torture toy to my DOMINATRIX! So that I will be replaced in her eyes as a new FAVOURITE!"
Wendy continued screaming in fury.
"My TALON TORTURES NO ONE BUT ME! I am the torture toy, not this THING! HOW DARE YOU! TALON IS IN SO MUCH TROUBLE FOR THIS!"
Rat could hear the sound of Gemma weeping with fear.
Wendy continued in an icy cold voice that then rose to a scream, "and for this marriage breaking replacement of me, you charge, 100 FUCKING MILLION!? HOW DARE YOU!"
Gemma sounded like she was cowering on the floor weeping, "sell her back to me, I will pay twice as much as I sold her for, please believe me that I never wanted to threaten your marriage"
"She is Talon's property, only she can sell her back to you", Wendy said icily.
There was sounds of Talon's gag being removed.
Talon's voice said, "I did NOT want to pay 100 mil for her, no where near, YOU refused to take anything less".
Wendy's voice made a growling noise of jealous fury.
"I will pay 300 million to buy her back", Gemma pleaded.
"I can't do that to you Gemma, this thing is utterly toxic to us all as a slave, there is only one way to solve this now", Talon said in an impassioned speech.
Talon said in a tone of finality, "Rat Sevenson, as your owner, I command you to be free"
Gemma screamed, "no she must be tortured forever!"
Wendy roared in jealous outrage
Rat shouted at the top of her voice, "I'm sorry owner but that's illegal, a slave can only gain freedom by marriage to a hereditary member of the crew or similar free person on this ship with permission of their owner".
Talon's voice shouted back, "then as your owner I am giving you a direct order to find someone in the crew who is willing to marry you and marry them as soon as possible, I will even walk you down the fucking aisle and personally give you away at the wedding myself".
"Yes owner I obey, can you please help me find my way, I'm blind", Rat said.
Gemma wailed defeated, "yes get out of our lives home wrecker!"
Wendy's voice spoke, "I will summon someone to take this THING away to find a spouse as soon as possible. As for you Gemma, get the fuck out and keep your filthy money, you have done enough damage to our relationship progress already".
Rat heard Gemma run away crying.
As soon as Gemma was definitely gone, Wendy and Talon's voices rang out with howling laughter.
"You were perfect Wendy, absolutely perfect", Talon said with peals of laughter.
"You were pretty convincing yourself", Wendy's voice chortled.
"You two were playing her", Rat asked amazed.
"Of course, she is a truly horrible person", Wendy said.
"Her husband was sleeping with half the whores on this ship, even I myself used to have him as a regular client when I was a pro Dom, she knew it too but took it all out on you her slave, the only person she could bully", Talon said happily.
There was the sound of Wendy making a Vox call.
Talon said, "after a discrete interval I will pay for you to get a new bionic eye, to get your sight back"
Rat gasped at this awesome generosity.
"Candy is coming to get you", Wendy said happily.
"Are you too going to come with me", Rat asked
Wendy happily replied, "oh no we can't, the day afternoon is still young and I haven't even nearly finished tickling Talon yet, not even close"
Talon only had time to let out one squawk of protest before she was once again laughing involuntarily.
Rat smiled happily, the kinky weirdos had set her free!
***...
This wedding was really bizarre, Octavia thought as she sat on the cracked plastic crate that passed for a chair in the small temple of chaos undivided on deck 11.
Octavia had very deliberately avoided chaos temples ever since coming to the ship. She had formerly attended the highly illegal and persecuted imperial house church held in a large crawl space on deck 7.
The church members were all captured slaves like Octavia, but they came from so many different planets that their theology differed violently. As the only member from Harold's Reach, her own personal denomination was not shared by anyone else.
It almost seemed as though every planet had had it's own unique religions and had simply changed the names of the gods to the names of the imperial saints and the emperor! It shocked Octavia to think that the church of the god emperor might have done something so cynically pragmatic.
The church meetings had had such an eroding effect on Octavia's faith that she had stopped attending 8 months ago.
MA7 had forced Octavia to attend a few Slanesh rituals at the massive cartel temple, and it had not been pleasant. The kissing circle had especially unnerved her.
As uncertain as Octavia was about her own sexuality, she certainly hadn't enjoyed making out with MA7! It had really made her feel weird and confused.
MA7 wasn't unappealing, in fact she was far too appealing, and that made it even worse. Octavia had actually become slightly wet, MA7 was a great kisser!
Octavia was perfectly happy kissing close female family and friends in platonic greeting. Indeed Octavia often did kiss MA7 in greeting.
After all, MA7 was not only the grandmother of Octavia's son, but MA7 was Octavia's owner. On Harold's Reach slavery had been rare but not unknown, and slaves in Octavia's culture considered their owners to be family. This cultural belief was partially the reason why Octavia was such a reliable slave that she could be entrusted to act as a provisional member of the crew.
But this kissing had been anything but platonic! This had been full on tongue in mouth erotic! It had freaked Octavia out and blurred the lines of what exactly their relationship was.
After a lot of begging, MA7 had stopped making Octavia go to the temple, disappointed that Octavia hadn't converted.
This temple on deck 11 was a very different affair.
It was a much smaller affair, the room 10 meters long and 5 meters wide, with an aisle down the length of the room through the middle, with rows of plastic crates that acted as chairs on either side of the aisle.
At the back of the room was a doorway that was guarded at all times by armed members of the congregation and had a bulletproof metal door with a strong lock to deter thieves and occasional interfaith street battles.
Gemma had already been removed from the temple at gunpoint for causing a scene and would be by now complaining to a very confusing MA7.
Most interesting part of the temple was the raised plastic platform at the front of the room.
With the recent metal shortages on the ship, the temple had been stripped of all its metal items, even the altar. In place of metal pews they had plastic crates, and in place of the raised altar they had a crudely constructed plastic platform. It appeared to have been built by gluing together plastic crates of various sizes and levelled and reinforced with whatever other cheap plastic items the congregation could find.
The wall had a chaos undivided star crudely painted on it, and various graffiti represented crude depictions of the chaos gods.
All in all the temple had a cheap and nasty feel to it. It was a temple used by poor members of deck 11.
The wedding was held here because Talon had been in charge of organising and paying for the wedding, as was traditional when an owner gave away their slave to be married. Being deeply in debt and poor as shit, Talon had spared every expense in throwing this wedding.
Talon was using this temple specifically because it was the temple she had attended since she was a child and had donated enough of Wendy's money over the last three years that the priest had agreed to perform the wedding for free, well more specifically it had cost Talon a blow job, but no actual money.
The priest himself was a nightmare creature, horribly mutated almost beyond recognition of ever being human. Octavia tried not to look at him, she would probably have nightmares about him tonight.
Instead Octavia looked around her at the other people in the temple.
Up the front was the groom and the best man, wearing patched murder clothes, combat boots, clean shaven but still managing to look like seedy bottom feeding low lives.
The best man had scrubbed up to look slightly below average, but the groom radiated seediness like a light bulb radiates light. His balding head was slick with sweat and he was drooling out of the side of his mouth.
He also seemed to have wet himself heavily in nervous excitement, and despite this he very visibly had an erection under the clinging wet fabric of his grey faded trousers.
Octavia looked away in horror, surely even a charred cadaver like Rat could do better than this seedy man!
The grooms parents appeared to be brother and sister, and Octavia quickly looked away from them too.
The rest of the guests were mostly friends and family of the groom. On Rat's side were steel mill workers, a few Nurgle worshippers from her temple, and Wendy and the roommates.
Most surprising were some of the steel mill overseers, who thought enough of Rat to attend her wedding. As there was no reception and attending was free Talon didn't care who attended.
Crude musical instruments were played and everyone turned to face the door as the bridal party entered.
First to enter were the two bridesmaids, disfigured and bloated Nurgle worshippers that Octavia didn't know, apparently Rat's best friends, wearing badly stained murder clothes that showed evidence of being recently ironed.
After these came Talon and, on her arm, Rat.
Rat was wearing the whitest dress that Talon owned, a faded black dress that had washed out to a drab grey. It was clearly murder clothes judging by the bullet holes.
Rat had no shoes and shambled down the aisle like a zombie, blind and slow with her burnt skin. Talon's priceless makeup had been applied to Rat's burnt face, and a mop head had been put on Rat's head to act as hair, since catching fire had rendered Rat permanently bald.
The entire effect was counterproductive and simply made Rat look more like a zombie than ever. At the sight of his shambling bride, the groom put his hand inside his wet trousers and masturbated furiously.
Talon on the other hand was deliberately dressing down to avoid upstaging the bride, wearing the ugliest clothes she could find and not wearing makeup.
When the bride reached the raised platform, the groom completely derailed the proceedings by grabbing Rat suddenly and making love to her loudly on top of the platform.
Octavia buried her face in her hands, feeling so embarrassed for the poor bride.
No one was particularly eager to touch the sweaty seedy groom to pull him off and everyone shifted awkwardly until Talon viciously twisted the grooms ear and painfully forced him to his feet by inflicting intense pain.
Talon loudly said, "until you marry her she is still my slave and you won't touch her, do I make myself clear"?
The groom whimpered with pain and agreed, and the rest of the ceremony went more smoothly after that.
With the groom a Slanesh worshipper (with a zombie fetish) and the bride a cadaverous Nurgle worshipper (who couldn't find anyone better than this creep that was willing to date her), it was a mixed faith ceremony that alternated between Slanesh and Nurgle.
The sermon focused on how Slanesh and Nurgle were frequently allies and how the celebration of putrid fetishes could bring the two gods together. Also stuff about the souls of the bride and groom being able to spend eternity together in the putrid domain where the afterlives of Nurgle and Slanesh meet.
It all sounded perfectly horrible to Octavia.
At the end of the ceremony, Talon grumpily paid the administration fee to process Rat's change of status from private slave to free crew member by marriage.
If she ever got divorced then she would return to Talon's ownership, but as long as the marriage lasted (or forever in the event of becoming widowed) Rat was a free woman.
With everything signed, Talon completed the ceremony by branding Rat's right front shoulder with a red hot iron bearing a symbol that showed freedom by marriage, and Rat was now a free woman and a wife.
Talon barely had time to dodge out of the way before Rat's new husband crash tackled her to the ground and made passionate love to her on the floor.
Octavia couldn't have gotten out of that temple any faster.
***...
Rat was so happy, if slightly embarrassed. She was thankful that she was blind so that she hadn't had to witness the scene that her new husband, Glans Dildo Abernathy, had caused at their wedding.
With her skin burnt numb, her eyes completely destroyed, and her nose smelling nothing over the stench of her rotting burnt nostrils, Rat only really had hearing left to know what was happening around her.
She still had a few spots that were sensitive to touch, all of them inside her body openings where the fire hadn't reached. At the moment she felt something deep inside her vagina and could feel that she couldn't close her legs, she still had a sense of the position of her body.
The feeling in her vagina felt really nice and she blindly closed her arms in a hugging motion and met resistance where she knew that Glans torso would be, right on top of her.
She had lost an alarming amount of sensation since yesterday, her terrible burns were obviously infected and the bacteria seemed to be eating away her nerve endings.
Rat thought a fervent prayer to Nurgle to let her feel her husband with her skin. Nurgle seemed to hear her prayers and she became aware of slight sensation returning to her skin.
It felt like Glans was doing strange things to her body, was he licking her burns? She blindly opened her burnt mouth for a kiss, and felt a fat tongue enter her mouth. The tongue tasted much more hygienic than Rat's bacteria infested tongue and it also tasted like it had been licking burnt rotten meat.
Rat happily leaned in to the kiss, recognising her own taste on his tongue. She chased his eager tongue around in circles and felt like she was about to orgasm. The feeling built and built until her entire body arched back in the most intense pleasure. Her orgasm lasted a full 30 seconds of exploding pleasure that went on and on in a wonderful peak.
Rat involuntarily let out a zombie like moan of pleasure, she couldn't help it, it just slipped out.
The sound of her moaning made Glans scream with obsessed pleasure and she felt her body twisted around into some new position and felt something enter her anus.
Rat was amazed that he still wasn't tired. She had counted 31 separate acts of penetration since her husband had carried her home from the wedding and they hadn't even slept yet.
The last time the penis had been in her mouth, he had only ejaculated a single drop. He must be squirting blanks into her now.
Rat had completely lost track of how many orgasms she had had. Her clitoris had been scorched almost totally numb but she could still enjoy deep vaginal orgasms.
"Aren't you tired yet husband", Rat asked, loving being able to call him husband.
Glans made some incoherent obsessed noises that Rat took as a no.
This was really sweet Rat thought happily, her husband was so into her that he couldn't stop making love to her even after 30 times in a row!
Rat happily pushed into the frantic sodomy, feeling loved and so beautiful.
***...
Labia and the other 3 part time advisors tried once more to get The sanitation department head to focus and looked at Wendy pleadingly.
Wendy slapped a heavy folder down on the table top loudly, startling the department head out of her daydream with a blurted "what?"
Wendy said in a neutral tone, "these nice people were talking to you Jenny dear, you seemed distracted".
"Until we get the next raid we can't carry out any of these plans anyway, all we are doing here is bullshit admin stuff until then", Jenny replied in a bored voice.
Wendy paused for a moment, thinking before continuing.
"You are a department head now department administrator Jenny Sevenson, bullshit admin tasks is like 90 percent of your job, my own job is 99 percent admin bullshit. The higher up you rise, the more of this stuff you have to deal with", Wendy explained diplomatically.
"But isn't it such a waste of time that could be left to slaves", Jenny asked.
"And what happens then if those slaves rebel and the cartel suddenly doesn't know how to manage any of it's assets without them? Even if the space marines put down the rebellion we will still be left in the lurch until we figure out all this crap that we should be doing now", Wendy explained.
Jenny considered this and said, "so this is about power?"
"Administration IS power", Wendy explained.
"I see your point, but how do you cope with the boredom", Jenny asked.
"I have mean ass wives who check my daily performance quota revues and beat the living shit out of me if I am down even a little below distinction standard", Wendy said happily.
"Really? I thought you kept work and home separate", Jenny asked confused.
"In most cases I do, but to stay at the top you need to use everything you can to your advantage to stay motivated and sharp, you need discipline and lots of it", Wendy said seriously.
"Or in your case bondage and discipline", Jenny laughed.
"Laugh all you like but it works, look at me, I'm a billionaire. See that 9000 page admin manual over there, I wrote that in 5 weeks without so much as a punctuation error, all of this requires the most perfect discipline", Wendy said emphatically.
"Didn't you skip work the other day", Jenny asked
"Yeah, Talon hasn't kicked my ass in over a week and it's starting to show, I will be back on form after these trials", Wendy agreed.
"So you are saying that I should get a dominatrix to excel in this job", Jenny asked seriously.
"Maybe, my point is to do whatever you need to do to get the discipline you need to give your absolute 100 percent no matter how boring or unimportant a task is", Wendy said.
By this point everyone within earshot was listening with rapt attention to this billionaire's secret of success.
Labia suddenly asked, "would this work for people like me too? I would also like to get better at my job"
There was widespread nodding and murmurs of agreement from everyone who was ambitious.
Wendy was taken aback by all the unexpected interest, but nodded and said it should work for everyone.
Wendy was less pleased when people asked how much it cost to hire Talon and angrily told them to get their own, not try to rent hers.
After a lot of requests Wendy agreed to summon Talon to recommend any of her associates.
***...
MA7 entered the admin office, curious about all the dominatrices, the place looked like a bondage convention.
Luke Sevenson shouted from beside MA7, "what the fuck is going on in here?"
Wendy waved them over to the sanitation department, she was sitting on Talon's back, Talon was naked on all fours.
They walked past people who were furiously hard at work while dominatrices beat them.
They got to Wendy and asked what was going on
"A new technique for improving workplace discipline", Wendy said happily, "they will all be gone in 5 minutes".
MA7 and Luke exchanged a look.
"What's with the look", Wendy asked confused.
"Dear, we are really worried about you, you are not your usual self at work recently", MA7 said concerned.
"But I am getting results, these people have increased productivity 15 percent in the last few minutes", Wendy said
"This is not appropriate workplace behaviour", Luke said in response to everything around them.
"They asked for this", Wendy said defensively, "they wanted to know my secret of success".
"SHE is needed back in the steel mill", Luke said pointing at Talon.
"Dear I think that you should take a sabbatical for a while, you are long overdue to go on leave anyway", MA7 said deeply concerned
"But I'm needed here", Wendy protested.
Luke pointedly looked around them and said, "trust me Wendy, this place can cope without you for awhile"
***...
Octavia wasn't sure what to ask about first when she got home, should she ask about the strange dominatrix beating Labia or should she ask about why Wendy was crying on the floor in Talon's arms?
Octavia decided that Labia doing something kinky wasn't really that unusual, so she instead focused on Wendy.
"What's wrong", Octavia asked concerned?
"She got temporarily fired from work", Talon said sympathetically.
"Oh no! I just have to grab my things and go wash, then when I get back I want to hear all about it", Octavia said seriously.
She rushed off to the working shower block on deck 15, carrying a cake of soap and some herbal shampoo.
The shower room was full as always so she squeezed in among the crowd.
Sprays of cold clean water were constantly spraying down from shower heads on the ceiling, and Octavia stripped down naked and jostled her way into the press of bodies under it, ignoring the hands that felt her up in the press.
When she had been under the spray long enough for her and her clothes to be completely soaked, she then escaped from the groping crowd and found a relatively vacant square meter of dry floor away from the spray of water.
She completely soaped up her body, hair, underwear and overalls. She also used Candy's blunt razor to shave off every follicle of body hair.
When her clothes were completely lathered up, Octavia poured a crushed plant mixture onto her hair, and completely lathered up her long curly dark brown hair.
Firmly gripping her clothes and belongings, and half blind from the soap in her eyes, Octavia fumbled her way into the crowd of groping hands under the nearest shower spray.
Hands fought against each other to hold her soapy breasts, and she had to simultaneously close her legs tight and clench her butt cheeks to keep the questing fingers from entering her anus and vagina.
The lechery of the shower situation was a nightmare. These serial gropers knew that the pretty young women had to access the shower spray sooner or later, so they just stood waiting under the spray in a huddled mass, forcing the women to squeeze in between them to access the spray.
These men weren't even washing, they were just hogging the space for their groping pleasure.
Candy and Labia of course loved the gropers and deliberately let them fuck them as they showered. Octavia didn't know how those girls had avoided getting pregnant.
Everyone on the ship including Octavia was given antiviral drugs that rendered them immune to HIV and other sexually transmitted viral diseases, but minor STD's like gonorrhoea was a constant problem and Candy and Labia were forever getting infected.
Octavia however had no intention of having to visit the deck 13 medic station STD clinic, and was keeping her openings firmly penis free.
Octavia willed the water to rinse her faster as men closed in on all sides and erect penises probed for entry around her two lower openings. A man brought his face in for a kiss but he pulled back suddenly when Octavia savagely tried to bite him.
Octavia was extremely annoyed but she needed to stay put until she was completely rinsed. She rung out her clothes as waited, trying to speed the rinsing process. The number of hands groping her breasts was getting ridiculous.
She felt two men pressed up tight against her back, jostling each other in their rival attempts to penetrate her firmly clenched anus. The jostling got more belligerent and both men shouted "she's mine".
This quickly devolved into a massive punch up and Octavia escaped during the confusion.
Octavia walked wet and naked back to the apartment, twisting and dodging to avoid her bottom being pinched by passers by.
Relieved she entered the safety of the apartment.
Inside she used a bucket of water and soap to clean her feet and sandals, and used another bucket of water to completely rinse the remaining soap out of her clothes before hanging them up to dry.
She took off her sandals and put them on the shoe rack and told Wendy that she would only be a moment.
She went to the kitchen, grabbed some ration bars, a water bottle and a bottle for her breast milk, and then gave Wendy her undivided attention.
Wendy explained what had happened as Octavia had dinner and milked herself. Labia's Unknown dominatrix seemed to have left earlier.
Octavia gaped at the bizarre situation they described in the admin office, and secretly thought no wonder they forced you to go on leave, but of course didn't say that out loud.
Between skipping work, having a complete breakdown during the zero gravity situation, her intense relationship problems and now this, she was lucky it was only a temporary psychiatric leave.
Poor Talon was amazingly strong to put up with all this crap, she had only just been discharged from hospital yet again yesterday, now with a dozen different pins in her bones to quick fix all the breaks between the broken arm and Nathan's beating.
And in spite of all her indignities she was still here being strong and comforting her wife yet again. With each passing day, Octavia's confidence in Wendy's mental health decreased
And every day her respect for Talon increased. Octavia almost felt like SHE might fall in love with Talon. Talon's character was the very embodiment of everything that Octavia had ever wanted in the husband she never got to have.
Not many people would endure everything that Talon had and would still drop everything to tenderly comfort the person torturing them. This was what true love looked like.
Octavia of course said none of these things and instead comforted Wendy.
They were then interrupted by Candy returning from the shower looking extremely happy.
"Shower time is really getting fun lately, I love it. 19 different men fucked me and they helped me soap up my body", Candy said with blissful happiness.
Octavia glared at her and hoped she got an STD.
"Oh what's wrong Wendy", Candy asked.
They gave Candy a quick rundown of the situation.
Candy was just about to give some ditzy inane reply when alarm sounded in the corridor outside.
"That's the lockdown alarm", Wendy exclaimed, "we have arrived 3 days early".
"Lockdown means we can't leave the room", Octavia asked.
"That's right, personnel on duty only, all off duty personnel to leave the corridors immediately", Talon said and added, "looks like you are staying the night Wendy"
"I'm too sad to leave anyway", Wendy said.
***...
They had really hit the fucking jackpot this time thought Luke happily as he obtained the surrender of the captain of the cobra class destroyer "Indefatigable Faith".
The squad voxed the Crucible of Starvation and a few moments later they heard the electro magnetic towing harpoon thump into the back end of the ship.
Luke activated the Indefatigable Faith's Gellar field, and minutes later the ship was dragged backwards into the warp by the towing harpoon.
The Crucible of Starvation had arrived at the first research station 3 days early and found a very alarmed supply ship resupplying the station with an escort of two destroyers guarding it.
The Crucible of Starvation had shot out the engines of one of the destroyers, crippling it, and the supply ship and the other destroyer had fled into warp space.
The crippled destroyer was a far greater prize than all the stations they had intended to raid, and they had ignored the station, had just finished boarding this destroyer, and were now towing it with them through warp space to the rendezvous point.
Lord Hagen would be very VERY happy with them for this catch.
Luke inclined his head respectfully to the captain, "don't feel bad, we were as surprised as you were, it was just dumb luck that we arrived 3 days early to raid that research station, we didn't outfox you".
The captain replied, "that makes me feel a lot better, I appreciate your honesty. Are you going to kill us?"
"Nah, we want all of you to join our fleet, this vessel will be repaired and will need a crew", Luke replied.
The captain looked skeptical but optimistic.
Luke's power armour cogitator hacked into the bridge computer and downloaded all files to the cartel computers. Within minutes the cartel sent him back a brief rundown of the information.
The ship's self destruct system had been wiped out by the shots that had taken out the engines, all torpedoes and magazines had been secured and the ship was safe.
The ship had been resupplied yesterday and was fully stocked with spare parts, enough to repair both itself and the Crucible of Starvation.
The ship had just over 15,500 crew, all male. The last shore leave had been 7 months ago. The crew were paid a pittance and had recently had their wages cut.
In short the crew was discontented, underpaid and probably horny as fuck. Basically ripe fruit to take into the chaos fold.
Luke accessed the ship's speaker system and spoke clearly into the microphone.
"Rejoice, your lives will be spared, do not fear, we want you to join us. I am Veteran Chaos space marine Luke Sevenson of the Night Lords traitor legion and your captain has just surrendered"
"As the new commander of this vessel my first command is that all wages of all ranks are hereafter tripled"
"When we drop out of warp temporarily in about an hour, your ship will be docked with the chaos strike cruiser and 1000 whores will be made available for your pleasure free of charge as a sign of goodwill"
"We look after our own, and you are now part of our fleet. Our ship crew is 68 percent women and a lot of our sisters and daughters need husbands. You will all be given an opportunity to meet every single woman in our crew over the next few weeks".
"Stand by later for more announcements, and welcome to our family"
Luke turned off the PA system. All across the ship he could hear cheering and rumbling conversation.
***...
Octavia was glad when someone knocked on the door, it gave her an excuse to get out of the overcrowded bed and away from Wendy's incessant complaining.
For a submissive she sure was fussy about where and how she slept. Talon had explained that sleeping somewhere uncomfortable was one of Wendy's hard limits, whatever that meant in kinky jargon.
At the door was a summons for Candy and Octavia to go to docking hangar A. This confused them but they went, Candy had a red plastic bracelet strapped to her left wrist and Octavia was given a blue one.
The entire corridor was thick with women with red and blue bracelets, all apparently given the same summons. The press at the stairwell was terrible and Candy and Octavia held hands to keep from being separated.
It was so early in the morning that their underwear was barely even dry and they were wearing their casual clothes.
Eventually the immense crowd of women reached docking hangar A and were separated into two groups based on their bracelet colour.
Relatively few women had red bracelets like Candy, but an immense multitude had blue bracelets and included women from every social status, even excited looking cartel women.
The red group was counted and then taken away to another room.
The blue group was then briefed, this was a date! The cartel had gathered every single woman on the ship and given them blue bracelets, they were to mingle with the male crew of the Indefatigable Faith to make a good impression and help win them over to chaos.
The women were encouraged to be provocative and to put out and to be charming. They were told that these men were excellent potential husbands and to give them a serious chance.
The Red bracelets were to mark out whores who would fuck anyone who approached them for free. Octavia couldn't think of a better Candidate than Candy to do this role.
They were told that it was imperative to keep the blue bracelets visible at all times to avoid being mistaken for whores.
A massive display hologram near the ceiling showed the women what was happening outside the ship.
Currently the Crucible of Starvation was carefully manoeuvring into docking position along side the crippled destroyer in deep space.
Eventually it made contact with a gentle bump that shook the ship gently. The destroyer was very securely fastened to the strike cruiser and then docking tubes were extended and locked in place over air locks with magnetic and mechanical seals.
The docking hangar cargo door was then opened and the red bracelet whores went through first.
The blue group waited 15 minutes and then were told to go through now that the whores had proved that it was safe for the more important women.
Nervously the huddling multitude of single women inched forward, none of them wanting to be at the front.
They made their way along the long docking tube and apprehensively entered the unfamiliar vessel.
They were greeted with wolf whistles and cat calls as soon as they entered. Men rushed forward to chat up the most attractive women they could find and caused a bottle neck.
Octavia was careful to stay right in the middle of the huddle, terrified that her SLANESH SLUT tube top would give men the idea that she was easy. She was blushing bright scarlet with shyness and embarrassment. She was seriously not ready to start dating.
Night Lords deliberately broke up the huddle and forced the women to spread out all across the ship.
Octavia panicked as her comforting huddle rapidly disintegrated, and Octavia and other shy women desperately tried to rehuddle in terror. These desperate strangers all clung to each other wailing as men came towards them eagerly.
Space marines broke up Octavia's wailing huddle and forced the women to mingle with powerful shoves.
Octavia was push forward from behind with shocking force and barrelled into the waiting arms of an eager man. She wailed in terror and cried her eyes out.
"What's wrong Slanesh Slut", the man asked concerned.
"Please don't rape me", Octavia begged, "I'm not a Slanesh slut, this is the only clothes my owners gave me to wear! I'm an imperial citizen from Harold's Reach! I was kidnapped by night lords and made a slave. A night lord raped me and put a baby in my belly! Please don't rape me as well, I hate it, I hate the rape!"
"Shush shush, there there girl, I ain't going to rape you", the man reassured her.
Octavia sniffed and relaxed in his arms sobbing.
"I AM going to get you a drink however", the man said charmingly
Octavia agreed through her tears.
***...
Labia was surprised to see Octavia walk in the door with the distinctive "just been fucked" look.
Labia wolf whistled and Octavia blushed scarlet.
"Details details", Labia begged with puppy dog eyes
"I'm embarrassed", Octavia said mortified.
"There is no shame in getting shafted", Labia said laughing.
Octavia hid her face in her hands
"What's his name", Labia insisted
"Otto", Octavia said quietly
"How big was his dick", Labia asked teasingly, and Octavia threw her sandals at her.
Gradually Labia got the story out of her. This Otto had calmed her down by pouring drink after drink into her until her inhibitions (and her panties) had dropped to the floor and she had spent the rest of the day naked in his bunk and generally she had had a wonderful time.
She had eventually sobered up enough to reclose her legs and had left, embarrassed with herself.
With the diplomatic fuck fest so important to ensure the loyalty of the new crew, all non essential single female crew members had their shifts cancelled and were instead forced to spend the hours they would have been at work mingling with the men on the Indefatigable Faith.
Like it or not, Octavia would be on that ship for most of her waking hours until they reached their rendezvous.
***...
Talon was absolutely horrified by her latest task of her torture quest, Wendy really was going to pay for this for the rest of her miserable life!
Talon was standing next to Candy in the docking hangar and Talon had a custom built red bracelet securely padlocked to her left wrist!
The custom bracelet was made of an almost indestructible synthetic fibre that couldn't be cut off, and Wendy had the only key to the padlock!
Talon was utterly naked except for the bracelet, and to make sure that there was no mistake, Talon had the words "I'm a whore" written all over her body in permanent marker in every language spoken by the crew.
"Wendy really has outdone herself this time hasn't she", Candy said stunned at the cruelty.
"Everyday I think it can't get any worse, but somehow she does it", Talon said staggered.
"She is absolutely diabolical", Candy agreed.
"Please hold me", Talon whimpered in despair.
Candy gave Talon a massive cuddle and made comforting noises.
"8 hours a day", Talon wept, "this is a worse job than the steel mill!"
"Ah you kidding I LOVE this job, it's so much fun, I wish I could do this all the time", Candy said ecstatic
"But I'm a strict dyke, men make me sick", Talon wailed.
The shift change siren sounded and hundreds of very disheveled whores exited the docking tube into the Crucible of Starvation
Wendy cheered from the sidelines with pom-poms like a cheerleader and Candy guided the softly crying Talon gently into the docking ring.
At the entrance to the destroyer a squad of space marines let them through. These marines had very simple instructions, stop anyone who wasn't female from moving between the two ships.
The men were eagerly waiting for them, thousands of them!
A man took hold of Talon's hand and led her to his bunk, and for the next 8 hours Talon endured an entire forest of cocks!
Talon offered no resistance but didn't give any encouragement like Candy was. She just lay there passively and made them do all the work.
The only exception was that she was desperate to eat and frantic to swollen semen, she was now acclimatised to her diet enough that she merely felt horror, not violent nausea.
She quickly earned the nickname "the swallow" and fed very well that day.
Candy was so irritating how much she was enjoying this. She warmly and enthusiastically greeted every man like they were long time friends and aggressively took the initiative.
She happily chattered away every moment that she wasn't being fucked, trying to get to know the men.
While the cold and non responsive Talon quietly sucked cocks and ignored all attempts at dialogue, Talon was mostly ignored and treated only as a cum dumpster.
Candy on the other hand was the centre of attention and the men wanted to talk to her as well as fuck her. She was asked out on over 50 dates and was averaging one marriage proposal per hour.
Candy didn't actually turn down the dates, but she did tell the marriage proposals that she was already in a serious long term relationship to another woman. The admission that she was in a same sex relationship made Candy even more popular, especially when she informed the men that Labia would be joining them later to play too.
Talon felt vindictive hatred and jealousy of Candy's ability to enjoy this so much.
Talon tried to pass the time thinking about how much she was going to torture Wendy for the rest of her life.
Just when Talon's shift was about to end she saw Labia turn up to cheers, and Candy and Labia put on a lesbian lovemaking demonstration for the fascinated onlookers. Talon was very great full when Candy and Labia called her over and she got to spend the rest of the shift fucking women for a change.
The shift change siren sounded and Talon gratefully left the room. Candy and Labia told Talon that they would spend the night on the destroyer with their new friends and Talon just shook her head at their sluttyness.
Tired and violated, Talon made her way to the exit.
She was surprised to see Octavia romantically kissing a man at the exit. Talon didn't disturb them and snuck past unnoticed.
The cartel space marines guarding the door to the docking tube looked at Talon's appearance with extreme amusement but Talon ignored them. She was extremely obviously female so they let her pass without trying to be dicks about it.
Wendy was waiting for her at the docking hangar. She was mischievously holding up a bundle of ropes and a bird feather.
"Oh Chaos, NOT MORE TICKLING", Talon wailed
"Yep, it will only take a few hours, this way please", Wendy warbled happily.
Shaking with dread Talon followed, knowing that certain hell awaited her.
***...
Octavia was humming with happiness as she sat in Bullwhip's apartment, spending time with her son.
With the incident with the first word and Wendy's psychiatric leave, the babysitting was now wisely transferred to Bullwhip. Despite her name, Bullwhip was not kinky at all and was actually the most normal cartel woman Octavia had ever met.
Octavia had had the most wonderful time with Otto today and hadn't wanted to leave. He had taken her on a proper date this time and it had been really pleasant.
They had talked about so many things and he was such a good listener! And he remembered things she told him. And what a charmer!
Otto hadn't fucked her today but they had spent almost two hours kissing. Octavia's heart was fluttery and she was so happy.
They were now officially dating, and would spend every day together from now on.
She let her joy radiate as she interacted lovingly with her gorgeous baby boy, too happy to be bothered by the occasion tiny voice saying "Wendy".
***...
Dr Bullwhip Sevenson discretely watched Octavia happily from her desk in her apartment, making a half ass attempt to make progress on her latest PhD, this one about the effects of certain soil pH levels on the growth of potted plants on the ship.
Bullwhip was the cartel expert advisor on botany. It was a role that was only required 1 percent of the time and was the ultimate cushy do nothing job. Bullwhip had chosen her field very carefully, just useful enough to be an advisor but so rarely needed that she almost never had to do any actual work. The pay was poor by cartel standards but she had a billionaire mother who was very generous to her 3 daughters.
This meant that she had an abundance of free time to mind her baby cousin Augusta.
"She seems happy", her slacker husband Bob whispered from his beer soaked recliner lounge chair.
"I think she has met someone on the destroyer", Bullwhip whispered back.
Bob nodded in understanding and returned his attention to the tv.
Bullwhip was so happy for her, she deserved happiness in life.
This whole thing had been a stroke of genius on uncle Luke's part, they had ensured the loyalty of a new crew, found potential husbands for most of the single women on the ship, and they might even be able to marry that bitch Gemma off to the crew of another ship and then only have to see her once every 6 months!
Moral amongst the 68 percent female crew was at the highest level it had been in years. Shortages of men had always been a problem on the ship. The majority of all military personnel on board were men and fighting casualties took a gruesome toll.
Also a factor was the occasional interfaith civil wars. In these fights the women mostly didn't fight and instead ran away or got captured alive. While captured men were mostly shot, captured women were mostly raped and lived.
The same was true for slaves, there was a disproportionately high number of pretty young female slaves, and only 10 percent of unskilled slaves were male. The space marines liked to surround themselves with pretty young women and these were often the only ones they kept alive.
These pretty young women then competed with the crew for available men and made the situation even worse, especially with rules that a slave can only be free by marriage to an eligible crew member. To prevent inheritance and succession problems each crew member was limited to only one spouse at any one time.
It was of course extremely easy to find men for casual sex, but almost all of them were already married and simply being unfaithful to their wives. Almost every lecherous creep who groped and fucked random girls in the showers already had a wife. Married Slanesh cultists in particular were shamelessly and openly unfaithful to their wives.
But actually finding a man that was single was extremely difficult unless you were extremely rich and/or beautiful, or unless there was something extremely undesirable wrong with the man.
The new husband of Rat was a case in point. It took a bottom feeding lowlife on the scale of Glans Abernathy to actually be involuntarily single on the ship if you were a man. And even that seedy creep had found a wife!
On the whole the crew women didn't object to slaves marrying the creeps like Glans Abernathy, even the crew women had more standards then that, what really pissed them off was when some drop dead gorgeous young slave woman, that most crew women couldn't compete with, swooped in and married someone really desirable.
Now for once they had 15,500 completely single men. The crew contained approximately 21,000 women crew members who were not in a registered relationship with any man at the moment. But an estimated 25-30 percent of these women were in same sex relationships. That meant between 14,500 and 15,750 presumably heterosexual women who were unmarried.
This suggested that for once in living memory they might finally have enough men for every crew woman to get a husband!
Even better slaves were not allowed to take part in the forced singles mingle on the destroyer. Octavia was a special case, being a provisional member of the crew because of special permission from MA7 herself.
At the moment the Cruicible of Starvation had 20,000 private slaves, 80 percent female, and almost all of those women were annoyingly attractive for their age from the perspectives of desperately unmarried heterosexual crew women.
Finally they had enough men and no competition from slaves.
These men were currently probationary hereditary crew members of the newest ship in the chaos fleet, the ship they lived on, until they proved their loyalty and became full hereditary crew, they were considered (relatively) free men of the same basic status as the strike cruiser crew.
If Octavia married one of them then she would become free by marriage.
Octavia was just humming away grinning ear to ear.