Chapter 123(Orphan)
The pitch black sky above Muntilliko Island on Dark Tropic was lit up brilliantly by the rocket engines of a vast fleet of atmospheric reentry vehicles.
The thunderhawk gunships and other landing craft of dozens of different Slaanesh aligned chaos space marine war bands tore downwards, rockets spewing flame. Big and bright as these craft were, they were like tiny dots of light compared to the true monsters descending beside them, monstrous titan legion landing craft that lit the air like blazing suns with their rocket exhaust.
The tyranids had originally only been viewed as a low priority nuisance that represented no actual threat to the war in Low Commorragh, and for months they had been allowed to continue infesting the island. The war in Low Commorragh was of the highest conceivable priority to the god Slaanesh, so high priority that the Slaanesh worshippers had been unwilling to take sufficient forces from Low Commorragh just to recapture an island on Dark Tropic.
But things had changed now.
By attempting to infect millions of civilians with the genestealer curse, civilians who could then potentially go on to spread throughout the space infrastructure powering the war effort after the island was eventually recaptured from the hormagaunts, these tyranids had (very stupidly) become a true threat to the war in Low Commorragh, and Slaanesh would not tolerate this threat to his coveted prize of Commorragh to continue any longer.
By the orders of the god Slaanesh himself, these tyranids had to be exterminated before they could become a true threat, and at long last the vast elite forces in Low Commorragh were turning their attention to Muntilliko Island.
The highly ill fated Ebony Stiletto army on the island had suffered defeat after humiliating defeat, forced to take a defensive position and use sneaky tricks like Wendy's sonic weaponry distraction just to survive. Fucking useless as this army had largely been, they had at least been able to gather military intelligence about the locations of various lethal Nurgle traps, and had determined which parts of the island were safe to land on without deadly infection.
This information was currently invaluable, and this vast fleet of flying craft was using this information to land their elite forces on the safest locations they knew of.
The vast bulk of the hormagaunt swarm was still gathered around Wendy's tower, attracted by the terrible racket of the sonic weaponry, and the genestealer cult had as yet been unable to find a way to silence this tower, despite no end of horrific strategies, (such as rippers coming out of the toilets). The genestealer cult was out of time now, the sonic weaponry had served its purpose and would soon no longer be needed at all.
The flying craft roared down completely unopposed to the carefully selected safe ground, and were soon disgorging vast numbers of chaos space marines, chaos knights and chaos titan legions, as well as endless divisions of battle tanks.
Within two hours, this elite force had the urban cluster containing Wendy's tower completely surrounded, and at a signal, the sonic weaponry on Wendy's tower was very suddenly turned off.
The sudden silence was deafening.
The hormagaunts surrounding Wendy's tower were suddenly no longer held back by a wall of agonising noise, and surged forward towards the tower, but then very suddenly a new sound filled the air, as the surrounding Slaanesh forces played their own sonic weaponry.
A jaunty prerecorded song in TigerLily's voice exploded at the giant tyranid bugs invitingly:
"Bah rum bum rum bum rum bum rum bum welcome to Joe's apartment, it's our apartment too, (you said it!), we've been around for 100 million years and we'll be here long after you, (ah haha!), there's lots of food, lots of fun, Joe looks after me, (and me and me me), welcome everybody Joe's apartment is the place to be!"
The hormagaunts instantly stopped advancing towards Wendy's now completely silent tower, and turned around viciously in an appallingly large swarm to scuttle at top speed towards this jaunty opening credits music of an ancient comedy about cockroaches.
The elite forces were waiting for these hormagaunts, and mowed them down like grass in huge explosions from the guns of the titan legions, pasting bug guts everywhere.
Tanks and knights added their own huge long range guns to this scuttling swarm, obliterating those that got past the guns of the titans, and the space marines used their own weapons, (either sonic or conventional depending upon the war band in question), to pick off those few hormagaunts who made it past the explosions of both the titans and the knights and the tanks.
It was an absolute tyranid slaughter. The buildings forced the swarm to move tightly packed in straight lines down streets between buildings, unable to take advantage of their numbers, and the guns simply splattered them by the millions.
The encircling Slaanesh forces moved methodically forward on all sides towards the encircled tower, marines using flamers to burn the tyranid remains down to ashes to deny the carrion biomass to rippers, and the smell of burning meat filled the air, attracting even more tyranids towards them.
For hour after hour the slaughter and incineration continued, until the most forward of the war-hound scout titans reached Wendy's tower, the hormagaunt swarm on the surface completely obliterated.
The war wasn't over yet, as plenty of hormagaunts and rippers still infested the vast underground hive levels, but the battle for the surface was won.
***...
The ground outside Wendy's tower was a twisted hell scape after days of nonstop use of the blast master sonic weaponry.
The pavement had been completely vibrated down to sand by the sonic vibrations, and the metal rebar reinforcing rods had been horribly twisted and deformed by the noise, forming a jagged metal forest of twisting metal bars sticking up out of the deep pavement sand for hundreds of meters around the tower.
The sand was badly oxidised by the digestive juices of dead tyranids, and was surprisingly deep, the vibrations having very nearly burrowed all the way to subway tunnels and subterranean canals under the streets.
Nothing human was alive in any building near Wendy's tower, the sonic weaponry having killed everyone still alive for hundreds of meters in every direction, but badly deafened half starving human civilians had been found in buildings further away from the tower, and these were now rescued and receiving food and medical care.
The entire surface of the island was now secured, and teams of specialists were very carefully disarming all of the supernatural Nurgle ritual circles and other traps all over the island. Huge amounts of burning fuel was being dropped from aircraft all over the island in the infected places to cleanse the Nurgle diseases, and the surface would soon be safe from infection.
Hormagaunts and rippers continued to emerge from subway entrances and other openings to the underground hive city, and every single one of these entrances now had strong military forces gunning down these tyranids. The fighting was continuous but contained.
Inside Wendy's tower, the huge multitudes of tickle slaves were weeping tears of gratitude that this nightmare was over, and titillatrices were even now starting to herd their slave girls back to their dungeons, desperately eager to resume the eternal laughter of the Slaaneshi fetish choir with no further delays.
The ground floor lobby was now almost deserted, the sand bag defensive lines manned only by the inescapable and the two cadences from the daemonic legions of excess, as the vast army of slave girls was returned to their dungeons with the help of the security guardsmen and titillatrices.
The razor wire curtains had already been taken down and dragged to one side out of the way, and the front doors were opened to the outside, awaiting the entry of the chaos forces that were awkwardly finding a way through the tangled rebar forests on foot to reach the building.
It would take many days of cleanup to tidy up the lobby to its former pristine glory, but in time all of the razor wire curtains and sandbags would be packed away, and life could once again return to normal.
The mad girls and chaos spawns were still in the basement for the time being, and they would remain there for now. Returning these insane creatures to bondage in the dungeons would be extremely difficult and dangerous, and they needed to return all of the willing tickle slaves to bondage first and do a million other things before they could spare the manpower to recapture the spawn.
Getting tens of thousands of tickle slaves back in bondage, with a clear record of which girl was where, was itself a big job, and would take at least a day. The dungeon levels were once again ringing with heavy laughter, some of the girls already back in bondage and being tickled by titillatrices, but the vast majority of the slave girls were still just standing around out of bondage, as the security guardsmen busily tried to follow all of the proper procedures so that records were kept lest a girl got misplaced.
***...
Maya Janowska the tickle slave hugged and kissed Mistress Wendy happily as she got ready to return finally to her life of tickle bondage. The horrible life of black and white was finally over!
The last few months had been the most horrible of her entire life, a nightmare of drab numb nothingness, shivering up on the roof in the hard rain, forced to do work, been afraid for her life, pushed into a heterosexual relationship, almost been eaten by rippers, and endless depression and tears.
Life out of the dungeon just wasn't for her, other people might like it, but Maya preferred her life of brutal tickle slavery, and she *strongly* hoped that her life of 16 hour a day torture was never interrupted ever again.
Mistress Wendy and her consorts were all seeing Maya off, having walked her all the way to the dungeon level she was assigned to, and there was a lot of hugs and kisses and fond farewells, with promises to visit Maya regularly.
The dungeon was absolutely crowded, but a group of Night Lords shoved everyone out of Mistress Wendy's way, and Maya had been unfairly moved right to the front of the line ahead of tickle slaves who had already been waiting, and Maya's paperwork was being expedited at Mistress Wendy's command.
Highly respectful Security Guardsmen informed Mistress Wendy that Maya's paperwork was complete and Maya was ready to go, and Mistress Wendy personally led Maya to her assigned bondage device.
Maya took advantage of her currently free limbs to have a very thorough scratch of every itch on her entire body, and had a long stretch of all of her muscles one last time. She neatened up her hair, and made sure she was completely ready, and then she climbed into the humiliating bondage rack, spreading her legs obscenely wide and raising her arms up above her head.
Mistress Wendy personally locked Maya into the bondage rack, prone and utterly defenceless, legs spread wide and armpits fully exposed.
Mistress Wendy gave Maya one last loving kiss, and then began to tickle Maya.
The most intense pleasure and utter contentment filled Maya as she was once again in her life of glorious colour, screaming with laughter as the excessive sensation filled her brain.
Maya thanked Mistress Wendy profusely in between her shrieks of laughter, thanking her over and over again for giving Maya this perfect life.
Maya sang praises to Slaanesh in fanatical worship as she was tickled by Mistress Wendy so pitilessly hard that she vomited all over her own bare chest, this was heaven!
Maya was soon soiling herself from Mistress Octavia's wonderful daemon feather stroking her body all over, tickled so hard that she just couldn't help shitting herself, and Mistress Wendy gleefully fisted Maya's pussy as Mistress Octavia gave Maya explosive diarrhoea from the horrifying wonderful power of her sadistic daemon feather!
A normal mortal would have been driven insane by Mistress Octavia's feather, but Maya was not a normal person and her mind remained intact under this supernatural torture, her brain swimming in the most exquisitely intense colour.
After an unknown amount of time, the sweaty, puke covered, diarrhoea dripping Maya was bid farewell by Mistress Wendy and her consorts, and a titillatrix took over.
"I missed you," Maya told the titillatrix adoringly.
"I missed you too beloved," the titillatrix said with the most intensely loving and romantic smile imaginable, voice tender and filled with the most sincere romantic love, loving her mortal plaything completely.
"Tickle masochist and tickle sadist together again at last," Maya said with utterly contented pure joy.
"Yes exquisite inamorata, the sacred bond between victim and torturer is finally rejoined," the titillatrix said with aching romanticism.
Maya was then laughing too hard to get a single word out for most of the rest of the day.
The colour had finally returned.
***...
Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson sighed with satisfied relief at the sound of her sacred fetish choir laughing frantically all around her, as she took her leave from her friend and slave Maya Janowska. It had been far too long since these dungeons last echoed with laughter.
It would take the rest of the day at least to get the choir fully locked up and laughing again, (not including the mad girls and chaos spawns who would have to be dealt with another day when her security guardsmen had the spare time and manpower), and it would take even longer to get the girls back in the rhythm of their sleeping shifts.
Wendy felt the cruel happy gaze of Blessed Slaanesh fix on her properly for the first time in months as the laughter of the choir gradually resumed, the choir doing its job of drawing the gaze and favour of Slaanesh on Wendy, hopefully speeding Wendy's eventual ascension to daemon princess one day.
Wendy felt a warm glow of pleasure in her elegant pink mark of Slaanesh on the right cheek of her face, the power of the choir energising and invigorating Wendy as her favour with Slaanesh grew.
Wendy happily put a dominant arm affectionately around the shoulders of both of her two spouses Octavia and Adolf, smiling arrogantly as they together walked through the laughter echoing dungeon towards the staircase.
Wendy's wife and husband snuggled against her in turn, the three romantically involved humans just a walking snuggle puddle.
Belzevelle the dark eldar trailed submissively behind, Wendy not having enough arms to hold this third consort as well, and Wendy smirked softly at Belzevelle's obvious jealousy.
The new baby was currently being baby sat by a submissive Night Lord back in Wendy's bedroom that she had bossed into babysitting, and Wendy was now on her way back to her baby, her natural maternal instincts desiring to be in frequent contact with her newborn baby throughout the day.
Wendy was very possibly pregnant again already, having taken fertility drugs earlier and having had truly extreme amounts of sex with her husband today. The happenstance of today had actually interrupted Wendy's continuous sex with Adolf today, but hopefully she had enough cum inside her already. She should have ovulated a few hours ago, but she had yet to have a pregnancy test to make sure.
Assuming that Wendy wasn't pregnant already, she would just take fertility drugs again and have yet more sex with her husband, and just keep trying until she succeeded.
Poor Adolf was limping quite badly from his painfully empty reproductive organs, and Wendy knew that he was hoping very badly that she was pregnant, as the constant sex was becoming agony for him. Wendy smiled sadistically, did he really think that his forced orgasm torture would actually END just because she eventually became pregnant?
Wendy was a sexual sadist, and she enjoyed being cruel to her sexual partners during sex. Adolf had known exactly what he was signing up for when he married Wendy, she had warned him what she would do to him and he had consented to marry her anyway, so she had no guilt about tormenting him for her sadistic sexual pleasure.
The little group of lovers were escorted by a group of Night Lords, and quickly reached the stairs as Night Lords shoved the crowd of slave girls out of the way. They traversed the stairs to Wendy's bedroom floor, and were let in by guards without question, entering the enormous bedroom.
Wendy unentangled herself from her two spouses and went eagerly to collect her baby son Heinrich from the Night Lord babysitter, cradling the infant adoringly and fussing over him.
Wendy's maternal instincts were very strong with such a new young baby, and she felt wonderful pleasure in her ovaries from holding her helpless tiny infant. She took a deep sniff of the baby's hair, and just about had a coma of intense maternal pleasure buzzing in her ovaries from the newborn baby smell.
So good!
Wendy released one of her heavily lactating nipples from the nipple cups of her maternity dominatrix outfit, and milk instantly began cascading down her front, Wendy then held her baby to her breast.
The baby looked a bit shocked as his face was sprayed all over with her gushing uncontrollable flow of milk, and began to cry. Wendy simply put her swollen nipple inside the crying mouth, and the baby's mouth reflexively closed on the nipple and sucked.
Wendy moaned obscenely from this nipple stimulation, and noticed that her husband was giving her a very weird uncomfortable look...
Wendy frowned at his judgemental look, but then noticed that Belzevelle also looked uncomfortable at Wendy's moaning.
"Kindly stop looking at me with such judgemental eyes," Wendy told the pair.
"Sorry Mistress Wendy," Belzevelle apologised immediately.
Adolf did not apologise, standing his ground.
"That is a newborn baby, not a source of sexual pleasure Wendy," Adolf said quietly, deliberately not adding "Mistress" in front of her name.
"I'm not fucking our child, merely vocally enjoying breast feeding, it feels wonderful," Wendy defended herself unhappily.
Adolf hesitantly seemed to accept this, but Wendy's mood was ruined now, making her feel extremely irritated.
Wendy immediately got up and slapped her husband across the face for angering her, and he submissively took the slap without comment or complaint.
Wendy returned to sitting on the bed as she had been before, and her feelings of irritation gradually subsided as the pleasure of her nipple being sucked made her moan again.
The baby was barely coping with the heavy flow of milk, about half of it washing back out of his tiny mouth, unable to contain the pressure, and the baby was a frightful mess of milk. Wendy had to admit that maybe this was all a little bit obscene, Slaanesh had warped her erotic body to the point that even innocent breastfeeding had become an act of obscene excess...
The baby quickly had so much milk that he threw some of it back up again, and Wendy stopped suckling the milk flooded baby. His clothes and diaper was completely sodden with milk, and he needed a wash just from the mess of her breastmilk.
Wendy handed the baby to the judgemental Adolf to clean up, and put her breast back in its nipple cup to contain the eternal flow.
Wendy was quite thirsty all the time from her rather excessive daily flow of milk, and she immediately quenched her thirst with two entire litres of water, just to replace so much lost fluids.
Wendy was just about to receive back her freshly washed and changed baby when her vox rang in her cleavage without warning.
Wendy fished out the buzzing vox from among the other items stored in the depths between her massive breasts, and answered the call curiously.
It was her building staff members informing her that yet more allied Slaanesh forces had arrived in the lobby. War bands of chaos space marines had been coming and going from the tower ever since it was liberated from the besieging tyranid army, and Wendy told her staff to attend to these allies with food and other refreshments, not really sure what else she could offer them.
These forces were generally just coming to this building as what Wendy disdainfully referred to as "tourists". They mostly just wanted to come and gawk at the sacred fetish choir, and had little other reason to come here. Any business they had with the Night Lord command centre on the top floor could easily be conducted over a vox call without having to personally visit the building.
Wendy was gracious enough to tolerate these visitors to her building, at least for as long as the fighting lasted, but she didn't want to personally drop everything she was doing to greet every new visitor personally, letting her building staff simply deal with these people.
Wendy ended the call and put her vox away.
Within minutes it was ringing again to inform her that some Emperors Children were now inside the choir dungeons raping the tickle slaves.
Wendy shrugged at this, really not minding this information, and gave her permission for her slaves to be fucked like this.
The vox rang yet again, informing her that the Emperors Children were now raping the male guards...
Wendy sighed, why was everyone bothering her over the vox so much, what did they even expect her to do about it?
Wendy hung up the vox yet again, getting annoyed now.
She hadn't even put the vox away before it rang again.
The Emperors Children and the Flawless Host were now raping each other in the lobby?
"Well let them," Wendy exclaimed in annoyance over the vox.
She hung up again.
The vox rang AGAIN!
"Slow down, what do you MEAN a Slaanesh titan is currently humping the building?!".
***...