Chapter 14(LCL)
Belzevelle and the other true borns were extremely irritated when Archon Izengahn was STILL not assassinated a month later. Those Incubi might be shit by Incubi standards, but even a shit Incubi squad was a force to be reckoned with when facing merely cut throat half born Kabalite Warriors!
The assassins couldn't get anywhere NEAR the Archon with those fucking Incubi constantly forming up around him!
There had been the idea of using some sort of tactical nuclear bomb to take out the Archon, but given that he lived literally in the building NEXT DOOR to the true born luxury living quarters building, the true borns had been understandably hesitant to do this.
With that fucking Archon protected from the constant assassination attempts, he was actually starting to get economic reforms to take affect, taking much of the economy away from true born hands and sharing the wealth more EQUITABLY! It was INTOLERABLE!
Belzevelle and her fellow true borns were currently gathered in the true born assembly parliament room, having an extremely stormy meeting about what to do in the face of this disaster.
"We need to cut our expenses," said a true born male named Furezon, "we are spending too much on visits to the Wych arenas".
"But that would be INTOLERABLE!" Complained a female named Erazaqinn.
"We can't sustain this spending long term, what if the Archon doesn't die! We are running out of wealth," Furezon insisted.
"Then we should find a way to kill him," Erazaqinn insisted in return.
"It has been tried nonstop without success, nothing is working," interjected a male named Kaharrior.
"We should hire better assassins," Erazaqinn insisted.
"With what money do you propose we do this? We are running out of wealth," Furezon pointed out.
"I WON'T forgo the Wych arenas!" Erazaqinn insisted adamantly.
"What if we find a cheaper Wych arena?" Belzevelle suggested.
"We might as well not go at all if all we watch is cheap acts," Erazaqinn said stubbornly.
"How about we find a different way to make more money? Something the Archon can't get his hands on?" Belzevelle suggested.
"Like what?" Furezon asked.
"I'm not sure, it was just a suggestion," Belzevelle admitted.
"This is getting us nowhere, we need to find a solution to this problem," Erazaqinn reminded the assembly.
"The only solution that is guaranteed to work is cutting down on expenses, at least until the financial situation improves," Furezon insisted.
Erazaqinn squabbled with this, and the entire parliament room assembly broke down into bickering. Everyone wanted broadly the same outcome, namely a life of luxury, but could not reach an agreement about exactly HOW to do this. Furezon wanted patient long term planning, Erazaqinn wanted instant gratification, and everyone else was somewhere along the spectrum between these two extremes.
Archon Izengahn had been systematically taking control of all areas of the Ebony Stiletto economy over the past month, squeezing the true born fingers out of the pie until the mere 100 or so true born adults had something approaching what was actually a FAIR share for such a small group of people! They might as well be HALF BORNS for the amount Archon Izengahn was paying them now!
It would not do, not do at all...
***...
While the true borns were busy bitching about not being paid an outrageously over the top fortune, Bhirae was not being paid at all. Bhirae NEVER got paid, but she worked a hell of a lot harder than any true born ever had.
Bhirae was currently sweating heavily as she and a large number of other slaves lifted heavy machinery into place for a routine maintenance. These splinter weapon ammunition production lines operated at breakneck speed around the clock, and the moving parts wore out really fast.
Bhirae had over 100 years experience maintaining and operating these machines. She had been a jack of all trades as needed in the various factories, specialised in splinter weapon ammunition production but periodically doing a plethora of other duties as required.
Bhirae certainly COULD work as a mechanic, but she did not enjoy it, even by the standards of her life of slave labor this was an unpleasant job.
It was absolutely filthy work, pulling apart these grease coated machine systems. The parts were badly worn, but never replaced until they completely failed. Finding out exactly WHICH part had worn out just that little bit too much to work anymore was a nightmare. The machinery was extremely hot, horribly heavy, and quite dangerous to be crawling around inside.
"I think it's this bit here that broke," said a slave woman named Iremyss.
Bhirae looked at the terribly worn cog, but shook her head.
"No, that cog has another few days before it fails," Bhirae said.
"Then we should replace it now anyway," Iremyss said.
A vicious whip crack made Iremyss shriek with pain.
"No wasting kabal resources on unnecessary repairs! Hurry up and get this thing fixed!" Bellowed a Kabalite warrior.
Iremyss cringed in fear and nodded, as Bhirae thrilled with pleasure from Iremyss getting filled with pain.
Bhirae had long tedious experience to help guide her to find the one easily missed part that was the cause of the failure, and quickly had the part replaced. The slaves then had to move the horribly heavy machinery back into place on the production line, and much misery later, they had the hateful thing running again until it failed in a few days time.
The Kabalite warrior then flogged Bhirae and the others for fun for a few minutes, before then sending them to do another hideously unpleasant task.
Bhirae was covered in angry whip marks before the day was even half done, and every part of her body hurt.
Bhirae could do nothing at all to escape her horrid fate, so just accepted it like she always did. Eventually Belzevelle would come to rescue her, she just had to endure until then.
***...
Iremyss watched bitterly as Bhirae was taken away from the factory by her true born daughter after only a mere ten hours of work, the jealousy was unbearable!
Iremyss had no warrior boyfriend or true born child to rescue her from her constant misery, had no allies to offer her any protection at all, and could not leave her shifts early like Bhirae could!
Iremyss was a young half born, merely 50 years of age, and lacked the experience of Bhirae to get more of the cushy tasks that Bhirae usually got! It would be another 50 YEARS before Iremyss gained enough experience to be considered a skilled slave like Bhirae!
Iremyss was considered unskilled, maybe semiskilled at best, and that guaranteed her more than her fair share of all the really nasty horrible jobs. She worked AT LEAST 15 hours per day doing brutal hard labor, and the rest of the 9 hours she was constantly raped nonstop by Kabalite Warriors!
Bhirae got to enjoy a boyfriend each night, while poor Iremyss got RAPED by countless multitudes of men! It wasn't FAIR!
Iremyss felt deep bitterness at the horrible injustice of life, she would gladly give herself to any man who wished to claim her for his own, she would GLADLY get pregnant and enjoy everything that Bhirae had!
Well, she wasn't going to just feel sorry for herself, TODAY she would do whatever it takes to get herself a Kabalite Warrior boyfriend, no matter the cost!
Iremyss sighed as the Kabalite warrior shouted abuse at her, and tried her hand at being romantic.
"Kabalite Warrior sir, would you like to have sex with me tonight? Maybe bring that whip too?" Iremyss said in her best attempt at seduction.
The Kabalite Warrior smiled cruelly and did not wait until later, flogging her unceasingly as she got naked for him. He got excited and roughly fucked her bent over a table, even as he supervised the other slaves around her.
Iremyss moaned loudly, thrilled by the positive response of this man. He roughly pulled her hair and whipped her back as he fucked her from behind over the table.
This was incredibly romantic! She was having CONSENSUAL sex with a man of her choosing! This was the impossible fantasy that so many slave women yearned for! Iremyss was already planning her entire future with this man, he would be her Mr Right. She could be his girlfriend and she could give him a baby.
Iremyss felt her orgasm grow and grow, she was going to cum!
Suddenly a knife erupted out of the chest of the Kabalite Warrior!
"NOOO!" Iremyss screamed in dismay as her Mr Right died, still inside her!
Mr Right flopped down on top of her, pinning her under his dead weight, and he maintained a disturbing death erection inside her! Iremyss squeaked in dismay and frantically wiggled out from under the body.
She was barely out from under the body before she was being cruelly flogged, this time from a distinctly heterosexual FEMALE Kabalite warrior! The woman clearly had no sexual interest in Iremyss, and simply spent ten minutes flogging her as punishment for being away from her post.
***...
Iremyss felt awful at the end of her shift, today's beatings had been excessive in the extreme. She was utterly exhausted, but was still determined to see if she could get a boyfriend.
She finished her shift and raised her hands waiting to be escorted to the sleeping quarters by tonight's first rapist.
Around her she noticed some male slaves doing the same, and the female Kabalite Warrior who had earlier flogged Iremyss collected only the most attractive males, leaving the less attractive to just stand there. The female warrior looked rather horny as she led her chosen men away.
The remaining male slaves remained submissively standing with their arms raised high, and looked hopefully at the few female Kabalite Warriors in the massive open manufacturing room. The females were mostly still on duty however, and those few that weren't were picking only the most attractive men.
The slave men instead trembled nervously as some gay and bisexual MALE Kabalite Warriors came up to them. The slave men did not look happy as they were led away in the direction of the slave sleeping quarters.
Iremyss did not have the same difficulty in attracting a member of the opposite sex, and was quickly led away by a male Kabalite Warrior.
"Are you interested in getting kinky? I would love to spend an entire night just getting naughty with different positions," Iremyss said provocatively.
The Kabalite Warrior of course was not going to say no to this, and eagerly rushed her to a mattress. Iremyss was not sure if she even had the energy to go all night as promised, but if she became this guy's girlfriend then it would be worth it.
Iremyss kissed the man passionately and straddled his pelvis, his cock deep inside her. Iremyss got excited and picked up the warrior's whip, grinning provocatively.
"What are you doing?" The warrior asked in alarm.
Iremyss smiled and flogged her own back with the whip, attempting to entice him into wanting to make this a regular thing.
The man moaned in pleasure at her pain, and thoroughly approved as she continued to whip herself.
"Hey! I want that kinky slave girl! Give her to me!" Another Kabalite warrior in the room demanded without warning.
Iremyss looked around the sleeping quarters to see every warrior that was into women looking at her with hungry desire. Iremyss smiled and deliberately flogged herself with all her might, moaning loudly as she did so.
"A MASOCHIST!" the Warriors all shrieked in utter delight, and had a vicious gun battle to settle who got her.
Iremyss trembled with nervous anticipation, she was playing a dangerous gamble here. In a race with almost everyone being extreme sadists, everyone fantasied about getting a genuinely masochistic lover. Masochists certainly existed, but there were NEVER enough to meet demand!
Iremyss had just guaranteed that she would be noticed and desired, but the price in pain would be terribly high.
Iremyss gulped, knowing that her future was now going to be even MORE painful than her current wretched existence.
She thought about what would happen to her now, as the Warriors killed each other. She would most likely be claimed by someone powerful, and kept as a dedicated pain slave. She would be tortured constantly, tortured far worse than even the whips of the factory overseers, but she would also be taken care of for as long as she remained masochistic.
If she ever stopped acting masochistic, she was dead meat. But if she kept it up then she would be cherished.
It wouldn't be easy, Dark Eldar masochism was not to be taken lightly. It would hurt worse than anything she had ever known. There was a VERY good reason why ambitious slaves didn't simply pretend to be masochists, namely that it hurt, hurt like hell, indeed some hells would hurt less. Hurt enough to scare off fakes.
Iremyss was in for a world of hurt, but if she could take genuine pleasure in it then the rewards were all but limitless.
***...
Kaebros was surprised to find a savagely mutilated female slave on the arm of the current Sybarite of Laku Squad.
The girl was not missing any body parts, nothing like that, she simply had agonising cuts all over her face and body. She was shivering in complete agony, but was also moaning sexually and openly masturbating. She was a MASOCHIST!
The entire squad ate their hearts out at the sight of a genuine masochist, it was the dream! Any slave could be unwillingly tortured during sex, that itself wasn't in short supply, but to find a slave that actually WANTED to be tortured, a slave who GOT OFF on being tortured! It was the dream!
Even as Laku Squad watched, the slave woman pulled out a knife and moaned orgasmically as she started cutting herself with it! It was so provocative that some of the squad members inched closer, eyes filled with raw lust for the woman.
The Sybarite arrogantly put an arm around the girl, showing off his prized pet to exert his own superiority over the others.
Kaebros backed away subserviently, averting his eyes from the intensely desirable masochist with effort, desperate to not be seen as a threat. Some of the others were not so wise, and the Sybarite shot at them quick as blinking.
The Warriors fired back, but deliberately fired wide to avoid hitting the masochist they were fighting over. The Sybarite hid behind the girl like an Eldar shield, and held a gun to the girl's head warningly. The squad looked in horror and backed off, not wanting the fun object of their desire to be killed.
The girl looked at the Sybarite with deeply offended eyes and had a lover's spat with the man who claimed her.
"I thought you loved me! How COULD you hold a gun to my head! I have half a mind to stop being so fun in bed!" The woman said angrily.
"You WILL obey me!" The Sybarite ordered.
"Or WHAT? You can't torture me, I like it. You also can't replace me if you kill me. I thought you LOVED me!" The masochist exclaimed fiercely.
"I DO love you Iremyss, I swear that I do! Please forgive me, please just be obedient," the Sybarite pleaded, completely check mated.
"You don't need HIM, I will love you much better than him," said one of the squad members.
The others angrily demanded that THEY would be a better lover for the masochist, all of them absolutely horny as shit for the girl.
Kaebros blinked at this bizarre situation. Dark Eldar really did get a little crazy when a Dark Eldar masochist was dangled in front of them, especially one that was young, attractive, and of a gender they sexually desired like this one was.
Human masochists were a dime a dozen, but their souls could not be recharged the way a dark eldar soul could, plus they were a different species, smelled bad, and were just not the same as an Eldar lover was. The same went for other xenos masochists, they were inferior and just didn't last.
Most Dark Eldar dabbled a little bit in masochism, but one like this that would be this all out with it, they were in short supply. And a lot of those that existed went and joined the blasted Haemonculi, as the normal dark eldar didn't satisfy their desire for pain enough!
It was really bizarre how respectfully this slave woman was being treated. This girl could not be tortured into obedience (the very idea was ridiculous), if she died they would almost certainly not find another one any time soon, and they needed her to be in a receptive mood to be truly fun in bed. If this girl was offended then she would simply become sexually cold, not respond to pain, and would not self torture, making her even less fun than a normal screaming victim was!
This overwhelming NEED for a fun and sexually receptive masochistic lover was so great, that the dark eldar sadists were wooing her like equals, they were in a very real sense trying to date her.
Kaebros watched as the girl had all the sadists eating out of the palm of her hand. In the valley of the sadists, the masochist really is king!
***...