Part 6

The Wrath of Khorne

Chapter 38(orphan)

War... War never changes. Whether fought with wooden spears and clubs or laser cannons and star ships, from the first war to the last war and every war in between, war never REALLY changes, not at it's core. The core of war is the profound SUFFERING that it causes to innocent people caught in the middle of the violence.

The night time surface of the planet Lavender Furnace was a blazing inferno as the Night Lord fleet bombarded it from orbit with brutal laser lance beams and nuclear weapons. This bombardment had killed BILLIONS of innocent chaos civilians already, and BILLIONS more would die if the planet kept refusing to surrender!

The war had been raging for days now, causing profound suffering every minute it lasted, and the Night Lord army was now on the defensive and taking permanent refuge in a terrified underground city. The Night Lord fleet parked in the L2 Lagrange point was keeping this city permanently surrounded by a ring of lance fire during the night, obliterating any who approached the city with apocalyptic fire that not even a Greater Daemon could withstand.

The fleet no longer needed ground forces to obliterate all resistance now, and was rapidly depopulating the stubborn civilian population into submission through the sheer mass destruction and loss of life.

Most of the northern hemisphere had surrendered to the Night Lord fleet already, but the relatively unharmed Southern Hemisphere was still intact enough to put up a strong ground resistance. The ground based laser lance batteries on the southern side of the planet were firing furiously at the ruined space station the Night Lord ships were taking shelter behind, gradually reducing it to gradually evaporating molten slag.

The Night Lord ships were reduced to briefly poking their front noses out from behind this molten cover, just far enough to snipe at the ground with lance cannons, firing off a few shots until ground based return fire weakened their void shields enough to make the ships pull back again to recharge the shield capacitors.

On the bridge of the Nightmare Asylum, Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson was viciously wrathful as she flogged her crew to bombard the planet all the faster. She was incandescent with rage, for Franklin had been taken by their arch nemesis Galit the Beheadinator!

"Obliterate them you sluts! Don't stop killing them till I get my boy back!" Wendy raged, flogging the bridge crew with her daemon whip "Torment"

The masochistic Sevenson women manning the bridge screamed and moaned in hellish agony from the whip, and feverishly worked all the harder on the firing control cogitators, driving the lance cannon batteries to fire as fast as the systems could manage.

Wendy looked at the giant display screens on the walls of the command bridge. The planet below was a blazing inferno of apocalyptic explosions, areas the size of continents being glassed by the terrible energy weapons. The death toll of local civilians from these blasts would be catastrophic, as the surface heat exchangers were a primary target.

"Mistress! Our shields are down to 5 percent!" One of the submissive sluts warned Wendy urgently.

"Back the ship into cover sluts!" Wendy arrogantly ordered, flogging the masochistic sluts as they scrambled to obey.

The manoeuvring retros on the front of the colossal ship flashed brightly into life, and the floor lurched as the ship reversed back behind the glowing red ruin of the space port.

The ship came to a stop behind the massive bulk of this nation sized ruined space port, and waited as the void shield capacitors recharged for a few minutes. The Nightmare Asylum had so many void shields that it took a while to recharge them with the temperamental power systems on this ship.

Wendy sat down on her naked crawling woman human chair to wait impatiently. Wendy inserted the handle of Torment inside the pussy of the naked human chair as a holster to hold the whip, and the crawling slut screamed unceasingly as the daemon bound inside the whip supernaturally tortured the slut through the direct contact.

Wendy completely ignored the plight of her screaming chair slut, the slut was so submissive that she was holding still for Wendy's comfort, and Wendy's comfort was all that mattered.

Wendy inspected her nails as she sat waiting on her screaming chair, momentarily at a loss of something to do.

"Daemon Princess on deck!" A bridge slut suddenly announced.

Wendy stood quickly and bowed down on one knee, as did everyone else who wasn't busy, as TigerLily Sevenson the Daemon Princess strode agitatedly onto the bridge looking stressed. TigerLily was the second highest ranking member of the Sevenson war band, second only to the Matriarch herself, and was therefore Wendy's superior in the chain of command, and Wendy didn't hesitate to submit like any other slut before this exalted Daemon Princess.

"Stop that and be as you were," TigerLily ordered absentmindedly.

"Yes Mistress!" Wendy said as obediently as all the other sluts, and returned to sitting on her human chair.

"Things are bad, really bad. The fates are murkier than I have seen in years. I can't see ANYTHING!" TigerLily murmured to herself agitatedly.

"What is your order Mistress?," Wendy asked obediently.

"I don't KNOW! And I NEVER don't know things! Nurgle and Khorne have joined forces in the Great Game, and Slaanesh and Tzeentch are having a minor diplomatic disagreement at the moment, can't come together to face this threat together! Against an alliance of the two most powerful chaos gods even I am powerless to stand!" TigerLily fretted.

Wendy gulped, if this was true then it was a disaster!

"To top it all off, I cannot delay my departure any longer. Tzeentch wants me back in the warp to take part in the defence of his hells in the crystal maze. In a few minutes at the most I must depart!" TigerLily lamented.

Wendy gasped in horror!

"How will we EVER get our ground forces safely back into orbit without you controlling the thunderhawk flight paths?!" Wendy blurted out in dread.

"I don't KNOW that EITHER! You simply MUST force the entire planet to surrender and power down the laser lance batteries if you are to have any hope! I will return when I can, but I don't KNOW when that will be!" TigerLily said miserably.

"Yes Mistress," Wendy said obediently.

"I have already informed the Matriarch of our situation here, she is NOT happy about this debacle." TigerLily warned.

"Is she coming here?!" Wendy asked fearfully.

"No, she is leaving YOU in charge of this mess now. The lives of our men down on the planet are now your TOP priority. Find a way to get them out alive," TigerLily relayed.

"Anything else Mistress?," Wendy asked.

TigerLily snapped her fingers and a book appeared out of thin air in her hand.

"Here is all the information, read it at your leisure." TigerLily said handing Wendy the book.

Wendy read the information and frowned.

***...

The badly mauled Night Lord army was pensive as they took shelter in the darkness of one of the more intact underground cities that had surrendered on the Northern Hemisphere. They now controlled virtually half of the obscene treasures of Lavender Furnace, more gold and other valuable metals than the Night Lords could even fit onboard their fleet, but they had no way of GETTING this treasure up to the fleet without being shot down!

Without Franklin they could not move over the equator to engage the Southern Hemisphere in battle on the ground, and could only wait as orbital bombardment gradually whittled the Southern Hemisphere down to surrender.

Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson cursed to himself as he and his Sevenson Night Lords raped a large group of weeping local women, passing the hours of daylight underground now that they could reach no new foes by day. In several hours time the Night would come, and with it would come more fighting as enemy guerrillas braved the surface orbital bombardment to attack them on the ground.

The latest intelligence reports indicated that the Bloodthirster Galit the Beheadinator had carried Franklin to the safety of the Southern Hemisphere, and was making a ransom demand of returning his wife and son in exchange for Franklin's life. The Night Lords had given no reply of any kind to Galit's demands, as any response short of surrender would merely provoke the mighty Bloodthirster to violence.

Luke Sevenson was extremely relieved that the Bloodthirster was on the other side of the planet, as Luke was not sure if even the entire Night Lord army could defeat so fell a foe.

Luke came hard inside the badly split open local woman he was raping, and tossed the naked woman aside like trash to bleed out from her ruptured vagina. Luke Sevenson was a gigantic Astartes, and his genitalia was huge even in proportion to his massive size, so big that only around 1 percent of women were "stretchy" enough to ENDURE his mighty cock without being split asunder!

The weeping woman was already white from blood loss as she was tossed on top of the pile of other raped women who had bled to death, and Luke gestured for one of his Night Lords to bring him a fresh woman to lay with, as the bleeding rape victim fainted on top of the pile from blood loss.

So far none of these local women had been loose enough to survive, but any who survived intact would be kept if possible like Octavia had been, as women as loose as Octavia were highly prized for sex slaves and breeding, as a pussy that could take Luke's cock could take ANYTHING!

Luke especially missed his wife TigerLily right now, her giant blue pussy was so BIG that Luke could fit all four of his limbs inside her with room to spare! Even as a mortal TigerLily's mutant pussy had been SO LOOSE that ONLY Astartes like Luke were well endowed enough to satisfy her! She might worship Tzeentch, but TigerLily REALLY loved huge cocks inside her.

"I miss you beloved," Luke thought, expecting TigerLily to be reading his mind right now.

Luke's mind was greeted with only silence, which was highly unusual.

"(Squawk), Father... Mum's gone..." Hyacinth's voice answered his thoughts.

Luke frowned bitterly, this was the first HE had been informed of this!

"(Squawk), Just left... Minutes ago..." Hyacinth explained.

Luke paused in his move to penetrate his newest victim, and accessed the tactical updates through a bionic chip in his brain. The tactical reports were a complete shambles at the moment, the girls in orbit were not keeping up.

"(Squawk), All the sluts... Busy with... Orbital bombardment... (Squawk)," Hyacinth explained before Luke could ask.

"Anything I need to know daughter?," Luke thought.

"(Squawk)... Barely slept... In days... Nobody has... (Squawk)... Aunty Wendy... Flogs us... Around the clock... (Squawk)... To win... War faster!" Hyacinth complained unhappily.

Luke nodded and opened the vox channel.

"Wendy my love, how is it going up there?," Luke asked.

(Whip cracks and agonised screaming)

"I'm EXTREMELY busy! TigerLily just left us, and I don't have TIME to chat!" Wendy yelled back sounding angry and sleep deprived.

"I want a tactical update," Luke insisted.

"I don't have time for this shit!" Wendy shouted in sleep deprived rage and hung up the vox line.

Luke opened the vox channel again, and said more forcefully, "go get some sleep, I NEED you to be well rested."

Wendy simply ignored him and closed the vox line again.

After several more attempts at communication Luke managed to get his lover sister to have an EXTREMELY hostile conversation with him.

"Unless you are about to win in the next few hours, I want you and the other girls to get a few hours sleep before the sun sets on us down here. I NEED you to be sharp!" Luke demanded.

The fatigue fuelled screaming argument that followed lasted 30 minutes, but ended with Wendy agreeing to get some much needed sleep.

"(Squawk), thank you... Father," Hyacinth thanked him.

Luke nodded and returned his attention to his rape victim...

***...

The Nightmare Asylum up in space disengaged and parked as far behind the cover of the ruined space port as possible, the first time in days that the ship had stopped bombarding the planet below. The crew of Sevenson women were absolutely exhausted from days of working without sleep, and had a much needed sleep.

Wendy and Octavia were both passed out in their bed, too tired to even have their usual sex, and only the daemonettes were still awake as the entire exhausted ship slept.

On his Skull Throne deep in the warp, Khorne the blood god of chaos grinned with psychotic triumph. The ships of the Word Bearer fleets had been assembling in the warp around Lavender Furnace over the last few days, too afraid of the intimidating power of the Gloriana Class Battleship "Nightmare Asylum" to attack, waiting for Khorne to give the signal.

TigerLily was gone, the crew was exhausted and fast asleep, and only a badly fatigued night watch was manning the bridge. The Nightmare Asylum was completely unprepared for an attack right now, and was at it's most vulnerable.

Khorne roared in signal for the Word Bearer fleet to attack.

***...

Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson snapped awake as huge explosions shook the entire ship. She should have KNOWN better than to listen to Luke!

Wendy scrambled to a vox communicator and shouted at the bridge for a report.

"Fifteen enemy ships! Torpedo damage to the port side! Under attack!" The exhausted bridge watch reported.

"Status of the guns!" Wendy demanded.

"Crew asleep, not enough in the night watch to man the guns!" The bridge reported.

"Get those guns manned NOW! ALL CREW TO THEIR STATIONS!" Wendy ordered.

"Boarding craft inbound! Prepare for enemy boarding!" An announcement suddenly warned throughout the ship!

"Daemonettes, kill ANYTHING that isn't part of our war band or the war band of our Night Lord allies!" Wendy ordered frantically through the warp using her mark of Slaanesh as a focal point to commune with all nearby Slaanesh daemons.

Every daemonette in sight hissed viciously and became ready for war.

"What's going on?," Sister Mary's voice called from the hallway as Wendy shouted orders over the vox device in her bedroom.

The nun entered the room fearfully, with all the others following behind her. The militant daemonettes in the bedroom viewed the nuns as sex slaves of the war band, which they basically were, and did not attack the nuns, merely ignoring them.

"Under attack! Stay here in the apartment! You are safest in here," Wendy ordered the nuns, and returned her attention to organising the defence of the ship.

The nuns whimpered in fear, and Wendy just kept shouting at people over the vox, too busy on the bedroom vox to even leave yet to go to the bridge!

For minutes Wendy coordinated the crew from her bedroom, far too busy to do anything else, when the sounds of bolter fire suddenly echoed through the ship!

"Enemy Chaos Space Marines have boarded the ship! Hostile Word Bearers are onboard! They have summoned Khorne daemons with them!" An announcement warned the ship!

"BLOOD give us BLOOD! KILL FOR KHORNE!" The savage brutal voices of bloodletters echoed alongside the gunfire!

Wendy went pale with horror, the daemons of Khorne were now loose on the Nightmare Asylum!

***...