Part 18
Sisters
Chapter 124(Orphan)
Heavy laughter echoed unceasingly throughout the dungeon levels of Wendy Sevenson's tower, the holy fetish choir of tickle slaves finally all back laughing in bondage where they belonged, the skilful fingers of titillatrix daemonettes hard at work stroking and probing the restrained slave girls.
The building was absolutely filthy with trash and sewerage, still had only minimal power generation, and had only stored rain water. The sewer lines were still hopelessly infested with angry rippers, the bottom basement level was still infested with violent angry chaos spawn, and all in all things were very far from ideal.
Slaanesh worshipping chaos space marines of a variety of different war bands were currently cavorting throughout the building raping the restrained slave girls as well as everyone else they could find, and staff men throughout the building were nursing their extremely sore badly sodomised ass holes.
Even the elite "inescapable" security guards were currently in terror for the virtue of their backsides, and security was currently lax with all of the guards trying to avoid being raped.
The lobby was currently filled with bags of trash awaiting disposal, the bags collected from all over the building and piled here, and disposal trucks were on their way, navigating through a winding path cut through the crazy forests of twisted deformed rebar rods outside the building.
Hidden inside bags under these piles of reeking trash bags, mad girls bit desperately into gags to avoid making a sound, keeping as absolutely still as possible.
The compassionate Security Guardsmen had been as good as their word, and were using garbage bags to smuggle mad girls out of the building to freedom.
The daemons of the two cadences were currently distracted by chaos space marines endlessly fucking them, and had not noticed the hidden mad girls, everything was going to plan so far.
The chaos spawns unfortunately were too big to smuggle out in garbage bags, and would be noticed instantly in the lobby no matter what disguise they took, and getting them out would not be easy at all, but at least the still human mad girls could get to escape this nightmarish torture building.
The disposal trucks arrived outside, and the conspiratorial Security Guardsmen immediately started loading the trucks with bags of garbage, impeded only slightly by sodomy from chaos space marines.
The bags containing the mad girls were slowly uncovered and then loaded on top of the piles of bags inside the trucks, and the girls all had knives to cut their way free of the bags once the trucks started driving. They would then simply jump off the back of the trucks at an opportune moment and run away to freedom.
The entire number of mad girls were loaded onto the trucks, every single mad girl in the building, and the trucks were soon away.
The trucks had barely left the vicinity of the tower when a terrible roar of divine rage and fury from Slaanesh himself suddenly shook the entire building!
The Security Guardsmen conspirators all screamed in agony and terror as their bodies mutated and devolved terribly into chaos spawns!
The oath bound inescapable screamed even louder as their infernal oaths to stop the girls from escaping were broken, and they all caught fire!
Everyone else in the building was wracked with terrible pain as the sacred perfect ritual of this building was broken, and angry pink energy blazed everywhere, Slaanesh deeply offended by this terrible blasphemy!
***...
Security Guardsman Potts was DAMN glad that he had had no part in the madness of trying to smuggle out those mad girls as he stood surveying the carnage in the lobby!
The chaos spawns who had once been fellow Security Guardsmen were dead, gunned down by chaos space marines, the guardsmen chaos spawns had been insane and violent towards everyone they saw and had simply been put down by gunfire the moment they showed hostility.
Every single mad girl in the building was gone, escaped out of the building according to outraged titillatrices, and only the slave girl chaos spawns were left.
The ritual of the fetish choir was now broken, and Slaanesh was mortally offended. Everyone in the building was lucky to be alive!
Mistress Wendy was currently screaming with rage in the foyer, and angrily kicking the bodies of the dead chaos spawns just to vent her own frustrations.
The lobby was currently filled with as many Security Guardsmen and titillatrices as the building could spare, and a role call had been done to discover which men were missing.
Every single inescapable in the building was now a pile of ashes, the consequence of failing to keep their sacred oaths to ensure that no tickle slave ever escaped the building, and their souls were currently trying to explain themselves to an outraged offended Slaanesh. Potts definitely didn't envy these poor bastards.
Mistress Wendy was angrily pacing and muttering to herself out loud, kicking random things with her dominatrix boots and looking the most angry and upset Potts had ever seen her.
Without warning Mistress Wendy ran down the stairs, and returned a few moments later dragging a badly flicking Giggle Worm by the tail?
"Get OUT!", Mistress Wendy snarled, and hurled Giggle Worm out the front doors!
Mistress Wendy then proceeded to angrily evict every single girl spawn from her building, hurling them out the door with daemonic strength!
Potts suddenly understood. The fetish choir ritual was already completely broken, so it didn't matter now if the chaos spawns escaped. Mistress Wendy was evicting these troublesome creatures from her building, ridding herself of the bother of keeping them.
The mad girls and chaos spawns had succeeded, they were now free!
Those crazy girls had actually done it!
Mistress Wendy's raging pacing continued for well over an hour, kicking random things and cursing, and everyone was too nervous to interrupt her. Even the allied chaos space marines looked rather quiet and somber at the terrible blasphemy that had happened in this sacred place, and were not even attempting to rape Mistress Wendy as a sign of respect, (quietly raping the titillatrices instead).
Mistress Wendy was eventually calm enough to even function, and turned to glare at her Security Guardsmen and titillatrices.
"I want a new fetish choir ritual started, this time with just the LOYAL slave girls I already have, no ungrateful mad girls!", Mistress Wendy snarled at them.
"Yes Mistress Wendy," everyone said in unison.
Everyone scrambled to get the new ritual started as Mistress Wendy resumed kicking random things, and they got to work performing the complicated rituals required to make a new sacrificial offering fetish choir.
***...
Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Miriael Sabathiel was rather disappointed as she entered the famous Slaaneshi lesbian tickling fetish choir of Muntilliko Island, and instead found that the ritual had been blasphemously broken.
The building was an absolute pigsty of trash and sewerage and filth, nothing was pretty as befitted Blessed Slaanesh, and Miriael sneered in contempt at the ground floor lobby area she stood in.
"This place is a dump," one of Miriael's fellow fallen sisters of battle said with an arrogant sneer.
Miriael could only nod in agreement, this was really disgraceful.
Around Miriael Sabathiel stood her entire war band of Slaanesh worshipping fallen sisters of battle, all of whom Miriael had personally corrupted to Slaanesh worship, and their exquisite clean sexy armour looked rather out of place in this squalid filthy landfill of a lobby. Behind these fallen sisters scurried a large collection of highly submissive lesser chaos heretics, less elite dregs of Miriael's war band who carried ammunition and supplies and did other such lowly tasks beneath the dignity of the arrogant fallen sisters.
The fallen sisters war band continued further inside the disappointing building, trying not to step on anything gross as they navigated around lines of partially removed sand bags and towering piles of reeking garbage bags.
Various heretics in black carapace armour were scurrying around performing rituals between the various piles of filth and sandbags, not even bothering to clean the place up first, and the sneers on the faces of the fallen sisters got bigger by the moment.
The fallen sisters and their lowly minions had earlier been killing tyranids by the thousands, but their jaded Slaaneshi brains had soon gotten bored of this, and they had decided to instead find places sacred to Slaanesh to pray for a while. They had heard many great things about this tower and had wanted to visit this sacred place. The great tales had clearly greatly exaggerated this dump of a building.
Miriael Sabathiel and her fellow fallen sisters controlled a rather large war band of hundreds of thousands of lowly Slaanesh worshipping heretics who had begged to serve the arrogant perverted fallen sisters, depraved submissive men with a hard fetish for female domination flocked by the hundreds of thousands to grovel in worship before these famous arrogant female sex symbols.
The fallen sisters themselves numbered less than 100, a tiny minority in the massive war band, but these tiny minority were waited on hand and foot by an entire army of grovelling submissive men. The men all wore male chastity belts that only the fallen sisters could unlock, keeping them impotent and incapable of getting an erection, and the fallen sisters delighted in keeping these men in perpetual chastity while simultaneously driving them wild with frustrated lust.
The fallen sisters were arrogant and spoilt, doing only tasks that were enjoyable and exciting, making their impotent male servants do all of the less enjoyable jobs. The worshipful submissive men pampered the fallen sisters around the clock, enthusiastically obedient to the sisters slightest whim, and the fallen sisters had a charmed existence of wonderful excess.
The vast majority of these submissive men were up in orbit aboard the small fleet of ships Miriael controlled, acting as a crew, and only a few hundred of the best ones currently accompanied the fallen sisters on the ground, as more than this would be inconvenient and burdensome to swiftly move around the battlefield.
The fallen sisters sauntered with arrogant sways of their hips, sneering in contempt at everything around them, and they turned a corner to find a rather angry looking black leather clad Slaanesh Champion dominatrix pacing back and forth angrily.
The Slaanesh Champion was absolutely gorgeous, big breasted to the point of absurdity, yet flawlessly slender and sculpted in figure, body unnaturally perfect.
The fallen sisters were, almost to a woman, raging homosexuals (or at least bisexuals), and naturally had more respect for fellow women than men. The sight of this mouthwatering Slaanesh Champion dominatrix made all of the fallen sisters instantly become wet with excitement, and they eagerly approached the woman, seeking new pleasures to rescue them from their current boredom.
The intoxicating dominatrix turned angrily to regard them, and her eyes noted their every detail and their obviously excited body language.
"Yes?", the dominatrix said simply in an exquisitely erotic voice that sounded angry and tired.
"I am Slaanesh Champion Miriael Sabathiel," Miriael said arrogantly.
"Yes I know who you are," the dominatrix replied dismissively as though Miriael was utterly unimportant to her!
Miriael thrilled with a mix of intense emotions, anger at being dismissed, hurt pride, offence, but even more strongly she felt deliciously wet and horny, thrilling with submission to be disregarded so arrogantly by this exquisitely fuckable dominatrix.
Miriael moaned, her horny lust stronger than her other emotions.
The dominatrix sighed, as though Miriael was irritating, and Miriael thrilled even more with pleasure.
"What do you want?", the dominatrix asked in a tone of obvious patience, as though this conversation was beneath her dignity.
"We came to visit this disappointing dump of a tower," Miriael began.
The dominatrix suddenly flushed with offended anger.
"This is MY tower you rude arrogant bitch!"
Miriael's war band raised their weapons angrily in response to this insult to Miriael.
The dominatrix suddenly moved with such blurring speed that only Miriael could see her, and the dominatrix angrily pulled the weapons from the hands of everyone who had dared to point a weapon at her, throwing the weapons onto a disgusting putrid pile of maggoty trash, and then blurring back to stand in her original position, now covered with sweat and looking badly overheated.
The war band all exclaimed when they discovered their weapons missing from their hands, and exclaimed even louder when they discovered their exquisite pristine weapons laying on top of a pile of maggoty trash.
"I repeat, this is my tower you RUDE ARROGANT BITCH!", the dominatrix repeated the insult with delicious dominance, rubbing their faces in the insult.
The war band was in dismay now, completely humiliated.
Miriael Sabathiel still had her own weapons, as she had never raised them, and she actually laughed delightedly at this spectacle.
"You think this is funny!", the dominatrix snapped, completely covered in sweat now.
"My apologies for insulting your tower," Miriael laughed merrily, deeply amused.
"Your apology is noted," the dominatrix said dismissively, and seemed to calm slightly with obvious deliberate effort.
Miriael's war band was incensed once again, and raised what weapons they had left in a show of power.
An eye blink later these weapons were also in the disgusting trash heap, and the dominatrix was sitting on the floor smearing herself all over with a cooling chemical and using a handheld electric fan to cool herself down, looking critically overheated now.
Miriael took out an elegant folded hand fan from a pouch and unfurled it, fanning the overheated dominatrix.
The dominatrix didn't even thank Miriael, but didn't stop her either, and just moaned in pleasure as she was cooled down by fans and the cooling chemical rubbed all over her skin.
Miriael's war band noticed what Miriael was doing, and they all sycophantically joined in fanning the delicious dominatrix for several minutes as she cooled down.
As soon as she was cooled down, the dominatrix got to her feet and simply ignored them, returned to angrily pacing the lobby.
Miriael's fellow fallen sisters got their submissive men to retrieve all of their weapons from the trash, and waited impatiently as the men thoroughly cleaned the weapons completely, and Miriael approached the pacing dominatrix.
"I'm busy pacing," the delicious dominatrix dismissed Miriael simply as she got close.
Miriael ignored this and invaded the woman's personal space, desiring to touch her.
In the blink of an eye Miriael had her head being pushed down into a half filled putrid reeking toilet bucket, her hair and scalp completely submerged under the filth with only her eyes and mouth and nose above the indescribably disgusting sewerage!
"I said I was busy," the dominatrix repeated calmly, holding Miriael down with terrible supernatural strength!
Miriael's war band roared with outrage.
"Don't make me put your weapons in the filth again," the dominatrix calmly warned them.
Miriael Sabathiel was genuinely offended now, her earlier amusement gone.
Faster than even the Dominatrix, Miriael's daemon sword "Agoniser" zipped back many times faster than the speed of sound and stabbed the dominatrix in the hip, Miriael's head still held in the bucket.
The Agoniser was connected by snaking tubes to the needle of desire embedded in Miriael's arm, and it gleefully sucked the terrible narcotic that composed much of Miriael's supernatural blood, pumping this lethal overdose of narcotics into the dominatrix.
The dominatrix instantly weakened, falling to her knees, and Miriael angrily emerged her head from the bucket, filled with wrath.
Miriael left the Agoniser embedded in the woman's hip, and grabbed the weakened woman. Miriael then proceeded to dunk the woman's head in the bucket many hundreds of times whilst verbally putting the woman firmly in her place.
The heretics of the tower were now turning hostile, pointing weapons at Miriael and demanding that she stop assaulting "Mistress Wendy". Miriael ignored them and just kept dunking the woman's head until warning shots were fired.
Miriael's own war band was currently disarmed and in no position to fight a gun battle. Miriael lazily pulled the woman's head out of the bucket, and yanked the Agoniser out of her hip.
The woman should have been dead many times over from the narcotic overdose, any non-Slaanesh worshipper would be completely dead, but the woman coughed on the floor and moaned in pleasure from the narcotics still in her system.
The tower heretics rushed to assist the woman, and she shakily sat up, not even knocked unconscious by the lethal overdose. Her entire head and face was brown with chunky wet sewerage, even worse than Miriael's own head was, but she didn't look even slightly phased by this.
The woman turned to glare at Miriael with surprising hatred.
"I am PREGNANT!", the dominatrix snarled.
Miriael was confused what this had to do with anything, and showed it on her face.
"You gave me a LETHAL OVERDOSE of narcotics when I am PREGNANT!, You potentially killed my baby!", the dominatrix snarled with hate.
"Oh...", Miriael said, finally understanding.
The dominatrix was now being attended to by a squad of heretic medics, and they were frantically performing prenatal tests and injecting the woman with antidotes to the narcotics.
Miriael and her fallen sisters looked at each other awkwardly, this was really embarrassing.
Miriael's war band collected and cleaned their weapons, and lowly submissive men got Miriael as clean as they could with soap and water bottles.
The medical response team around the dominatrix was getting steadily bigger and more frantic, clearly focused on trying to save the baby from the narcotics, and Miriael felt like she should probably leave before this situation got any more embarrassing.
"Don't you dare leave!", the Dominatrix shouted as Miriael tried to discreetly leave.
Miriael turned to look at the outraged dominatrix, who was by now laying on a wheeled medical bed with the back raised for her comfort.
"If my baby dies then you will personally explain it to my Mother the Sevenson Matriarch!", the dominatrix snarled.
Miriael paled slightly at these words, not particularly desiring to face the grandmotherly outrage of a Slaanesh Daemon Princess after killing her grandkid.
Armed heretics and even Chaos Space Marines of various war bands were now surrounding Miriael and her war band, not violent but still very obviously not happy.
***...
Miriael sighed with relief when the medics informed everyone that the baby was still alive an hour later, this entire saga had been most unfortunate.
Miriael was still in the disgusting lobby of the building, but the number of people had grown so much that escaping the building unnoticed was almost impossible now. Thousands of people were watching her, and she was not exactly popular at the moment.
Miriael was currently standing beside the bed of the dominatrix, one "Wendy Sevenson", and the last hour had really not been fun.
"Well, I think I will take my leave now," Miriael said suggestively.
"You are dirty, I positively INSIST on personally bathing you in my private bathtub," Wendy purred with sinister cruelty.
"Um, ok...", Miriael agreed reluctantly.
***...
Miriael Sabathiel could not stop laughing if she tried right now, as she hung suspended in unbreakable chains just above the water of Wendy Sevenson's bathtub.
Wendy and another absurdly busty sexy woman were gleefully scrubbing Miriael all over with soapy scrubbing brushes, and it tickled worse than anything.
Miriael had little experience with tickling, but as a Slaanesh Champion she was incapable of not drawing pleasure from any sensation, and she was enjoying the extreme sensation. It was impossible to truly torture a Slaanesh Champion, and this current sensation was not even close to being torture for her.
Miriael deliberately spread her toes for the scrubbing brushes to make the sensation more extreme, laughing hard.
The other woman, "Octavia", was a Chosen of Slaanesh, one favour rank lower than Champion, and had some delicious gifts from Slaanesh that made her fantastic for sex, but lacked the authority to be anything other than subordinate to a Slaanesh Champion, the absolutely perfect combination for a Slaanesh Champion bedmate.
Octavia had a permanent passive aura of extreme lust, as well as some active auras of pleasure and comfort, and these auras were exciting Miriael and making her pleasure even more extreme.
Miriael grinned her laughing face up at Wendy and Octavia, completely unable to move but not wanting to be anywhere else right now even if she could move. The bondage was fun but completely unnecessary to keep Miriael here, she wasn't even tugging on her bonds, her body completely relaxed except for her heavy laughter.
The two women sadistically grinned back down at Miriael, and plied her sensitive naked skin with expert strokes of brushes and fingers, making her delectable sensation even more extreme.
For a wonderfully long time the three of them played, and Miriael was completely and utterly clean long before it ended. The three of them prayed fervently to Slaanesh as they enjoyed their game of sensation, and it was wonderful.
Eventually the delightful game swapped participants, and Wendy was the one in the chains being scrubbed clean.
Miriael gleefully tickled Wendy all over, with Octavia submissively knelt down in the water giving Miriael energetic oral sex, and Miriael orgasmed unceasingly as she tickled Wendy completely clean six times in a row.
Wendy was as unfazed by the tickling as Miriael had been, merely pleasured by it.
The pair of Slaanesh Champions then had Octavia in the chains, and the Slaanesh Chosen howled with laughter and begged for more the entire time as she was scrubbed and sexually interfered with.
***...
The three Slaanesh worshippers Miriael Octavia and Wendy were happy and smiling, snuggle-fucking on the bed after the bath, with only Wendy wearing anything at all and only her milk collection system.
Octavia's lust aura meant that Miriael could not stop having sex with her, and Miriael and Octavia and Wendy currently shared a highly long and bendy triple ended vibrating dildo as they snuggled together on the bed.
All of the earlier unpleasantness was forgiven and forgotten after the long erotic bath together, and they all felt relaxed and peaceful as they enjoyed the dildo together.
Wendy was currently softly talking, explaining her recent events as Miriael softly moaned and listened, she had had a terrible time recently and it was no wonder she had been so antagonistic earlier. Wendy was in a bad way emotionally, and clearly needed a holiday from her constant troubles.
Octavia occasionally added to the conversation, blessed enough by Slaanesh to carry a conversation while orgasming hard multiple times, and Miriael got a good picture of what life in the household of Wendy and Octavia was like.
Miriael was hungrily intrigued to learn that their was a loyalist sister of battle currently in this tower, the sex slave of Wendy's son Franklin.
Miriael Sabathiel smiled greedily, she specialised in corrupting fellow sisters of battle to worship Slaanesh, she was so good at it that she had several squads of them in her war band now.
"Sister Superior Clementine is really mean and obnoxious, she spits on people and tries to kill people every day. She won't want to see you," Octavia said when Miriael suggested meeting her.
Miriael pressed for more information, and learned that this particular sister was strong willed enough to even resist Octavia's mind enslaving "acquiescence kiss" ability...
"Painful Path?", Miriael asked disappointedly.
"Yes, how did you know?", Wendy asked.
"They are pretty much impossible to corrupt, even psykers can't corrupt them." Miriael sighed in disappointment.
"Even just getting her to stop spitting would be nice," Wendy requested.
Miriael was dubious, but she agreed to try.
***...